#this is about one person on my dash i saw get reblogged and then exposed as an antisemite

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at the very least, leftist antisemites can actually be really funny sometimes. getting on the internet to celebrate the deaths of over a thousand jews only to deactivate your account because you're "feeling really overwhelmed and need to take a break from harassment :/" because like one jew told you "hey thats bad actually." ???? HILARIOUS

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Every so often, my Good Bi Gender comic gets shared around again. And even though I had the notes for it muted, I’d still realize it bounced around again because I would get an ask about it. Or even literally see it return to my dash like an old friend.

And when I see it, I am reminded of the deep frustration and sorrow of my identity that had gone suppressed and censored to seem “normal” or to get any ounce of respect. And I am reminded that I am far from alone in that experience. And I am reminded that I have worked incredibly hard to be okay with who I am. To get on T. To not feel like I’m “faking trans” just because I like my breasts. To move to be with my partner who loves me and supports me and sees me and appreciated me as I am.

And you know. For a while I regretted posting that comic. Allowing myself to be so raw and exposed for a moment about something so personal publicly. And though the handful of hateful messages I got for that comic stung, they were vastly outweighed by people who saw me. Resonated. Understood. Or even just cared about my experience even if they didn’t understand. So I’m glad I posted it. And I think I’ll give it a reblog today.

I’ve come a ways since then too. Even though it wasn’t that long ago. But I’d like to take a moment to breathe and sit with one of my most dripping with my metaphorical blood works.

[smores100]

hey.

so. haven't been around for quite some time, mostly due to my health issues (the usual + muscle aches and joint pains, i'm having a great time), but also in part due to The Situation. it's hard to care about anything with everything that's been going on, it all seems so pointless and meaningless, i'm living in a completely different universe from everyone else here. wish i could be that privileged, but alas. it's also hard being around here, and on other social media platforms for that matter, and seeing the raging antisemitism and sheer hate everywhere. i haven't checked my dash in almost 2 months, haven't checked specific blogs like i used to either, and have no plans on doing so anytime soon. i know what i'll find, i don't want it.

i was gonna stay quiet like i ususally do, especially since i genuinely don't have energy for anything rn, but it's been 2 months and i've been biting my tongue and screaming and crying into my pillow daily and i just need to get some of it out before i implode. there's only so much ignorance and hate that one person can take before snapping, so. here i am.

i have so much i want to say, i've written a million posts in my mind in the past 2 months, but i'm too Tired to actually write them down, and it'll just be one big messy ramble anyway, so i'm just gonna reblog a couple of other people's posts and make do with that. just a couple, don't worry, i know these are issues most either want to avoid dealing with or the opinions shared in those posts are a complete 180 degrees from what's trendy to believe in today. but i have to share it anyway. for 2 months i've been terrified, frustrated, bitter, angry and absolutely heartbroken, but there's one thing i haven't been, and that is ashamed. i'm proud of who i am. i'm proud of my people and their spirit. you will never understand what it's been like for us, what it still is like for us, but let me just say this: they wanted to break us, they wanted to break our spirit. they failed. we've never been more united. they just made us stronger.

so i'm gonna reblog some stuff so i can get it out of my system and move on. at worst i hope you just ignore and scroll past it; at best i hope you keep an open mind and maybe for the first time read things from a different pov instead of just the one sided propaganda everyone is continuously exposed to. maybe you'll see it isn't all black and white, maybe you'll see there are nuances you're not even aware of, maybe you'll realize you've been fed a lot of misinformation, half truths and even lies over the years. maybe. if you have questions or want to have a mature and civil conversation about it, feel free to msg me and i'll try and reply when my health allows me to, i'm open to discussion. if you want to unfollow me after this, feel free to do so. i'm not gonna force my truth on anyone, but i'm also not gonna change who i am for anyone either.

and on a more personal note, i wanna say thank you again for the msgs i've received last time and haven't replied to (due to health, Situation etc), and for the ones i've gotten since (will get to those soon i hope). i do feel the need to say this tho - i did have a peek or two at my dash and on twitter earlier on and saw some things. i was in a super sensitive state at the time and it was pretty disheartening ngl. it's hard nowadays, with all the hate going on and public opinion being what it is, to know whether or not you're still welcome in these spaces, whether or not people still like you and care about you, or if you've officially become persona non grata. most days it feels like the latter tbh. i just don't know where i stand. i said i'm not gonna force myself on anyone and i'm not, so if you're still ok with me…i guess the ball's in your court? 🌻

thanks for reading. thanks for sticking around, to those who decide to do so. take care y'all. never again is now. am yisrael chai. 💙

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if you dont mind me asking, when did you get into seventeen? i've been following you for years now (back when i was still into tog/acotar), got into svt just over a year ago, and now find it a cute coincidence that you listen to them too!

Ooo! Maasdom follower who is also SVT fan!!

So... I want to explain something first to explain something second, lmao.

FIRST::

I've had an ear to kpop since about 2008, part of a fandom I will not name but your hint is they are famous for how overwhelmingly toxic they are.

Fell in love with the Korean language and dramas, actually lived in Korea in college and Seoul is the most beautiful city on the planet (I lived in Wonju which isn't bad, but isn't as amazing as Seoul).

And then the group that I had been following entered their... how to say... image-destruction-phase. It was like they were addicted to saying shit that exposed how rude and arrogant they were IRL, one guy just let his homophobia hang out there for the whole world to see and waved it around proudly.

Amidst all of that (the homophobic one actually came out as homophobic a week after this, so it hadn't happend yet but it was the nail in the coffin) I had somehow become a fandom leader against my will, known for being able to play CSI: Fandom (because of an emotionally unstable former friend I had to keep talking off ledges by getting to the root of scandal rumors). It was exhausting and people were fucking stupid. My stance on idols is they’re grown ass adults (mostly). Who the fuck gives a shit if they’re dating someone or whatever? Honestly I was so sick of the bullshit.

Anyways

A former member of the group released a solo album and it just... wasn't my taste at all. I didn't say anything against it by any means, but someone sent me an ask saying they'd noticed I wasn't reblogging.

I said ONLY "It's just not my genre, but I wish him luck" and within 15 minutes I had 12 messages either threatening my life or telling me to kill myself. Because of those words.

That was when I was like "You know what, fuck all of this" and bailed. That was around 2012-ish. I refused to go anywhere near kpop with a 10 foot stick after that. If I saw news, it was because it hit CNN or BBC (so the tragic deaths and the Burning Sun Scandal which was just INSANE, like, omg). But that was it. And btw I still dont' listen to that group I used to listen to. I fully will not touch their stuff.

SECOND:

So that was a big ass mountain blocking me from being willing to even consider kpop. But a dear friend of mine was very much into it and just like once in a blue moon I'd notice a post on my dash that was kpop from her, but I ignored it.

In mid-2020, a fuck ton of bad shit went down even on top of all the COVID stuff. Like, at one point I genuinely considered driving into a wall (except I was buried alive under responsibilities) and it just got incredibly hard and incredibly dark. My personality- I can't ask for help. I just can't. IDK why, it's a huge block for me.

So that friend, my darling Sarah, who reblogged kpop stuff I rarely saw, a GIFset came across my dash that I was just so exhausted and defeated I didn't even have the energy to scroll past and decided to read it. It was Seventeen in that group blitz episode of Going Seventeen where they hit the inflatable obstacle course.

And it made my heart feel not quite as heavy for a few seconds. Maybe I even cracked half a smile.

I kept dragging myself on, and I saw the GIFset again and in another defeated day, I looked it up on Youtube (had to play it at 70% speed, those psychos talk FAST) and watched it.

And... it made me genuinely smile.

So I watched all of Going Seventeen over the next several months. Then about 6 months in I decided to listen to one of their songs (Hoshi- Spider) and loved it. Started listening to more of their music, found out Carat are actually extremely chill and extremely dorky, the opposite of the fan club I'd been part of before.

So I joined Carat formally (i'd never done that with the Fandom That Must Not Be Named, Carat is my first fanclub :) ) and I just... enjoy them.

They got me through some really incredibly dark times, just being able to watch something lighthearted and simple and funny. Like, I know it’s cliche to say, I know they'll never know that, they probably wouldn't give a shit, they probably hear it 150,000 times a day. It doesn't matter. The dumbassery helped me a lot, and I'm grateful for that.

And this year I got to go see them live in concert with my darling Sarah, the same week I got the news that my mother's cancer (which we were told was terminal) was in full remission and she's one of only a few cases her doctors have ever SEEN to go into remission, and just...

That was way more info than you were asking for, but that's it. Their dorky, probably-licks-bus-windows charm was just simple and yet funny enough that it helped me breathe when that felt impossible, and so I like them :)

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Hello! Hope you're doing well! So. Ok. So I'm on my pms. I'm in pain and I'm horny af at the same time so fml 🤦‍♀️ . I need some Kakashi smut x fem!reader. I'm sucker for this cold-blooded bastard, who thinks he never finds love and then he is melting in her embrace 🥲

Luv ya 💗

ALL YOURS [NSFW!]

Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n. The women that everyone wanted, until Kakashi got his hands on her. To this day, he still couldn’t fathom the things she made him feel.

Warnings: nsfw!, overstimulation, squirting, intended for mature readers only

shawty! this? THIS??? 🖐🏼🥵🥵🥵 this is probably some of the hottest stuff i have ever written lmao 😭 for reallllll. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated 😊

He was completely enamored with her. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her being. Everything about her was just so hypnotizing. From the way she spoke, plump lips morphing around each syllable, to the way she walked, frame held beautifully as her hips swayed with a natural rhythm. Her skin, delicate and smooth under the touch of his own calloused hands. Her eyes holding so much emotion and so many secrets, drawing in people with just one glance.

Typically Kakashi Hatake wasn’t a man to brag about the things he had or skills he owned. However, with her by his side, he couldn’t help but smirk under his mask knowing that so many other people had pinned after his beloved.

Y/n L/n.

A notorious name known to the hidden leaf and beyond. One of the best kunoichi to ever come from Konoha. Praised and loved by all. Often set as example for many of the young ninja in training. Sought out by both men and women for friendship, love, sex, and other things.

Yet after years and years, she never gave in to the countless offers of love and devotion. Only resorting to giving the lucky person a single night of ecstasy. Leaving them in the morning, only to return home with a stronger yearning for one man. For years she had eyes for him. Growing up and honing a sturdy friendship that lasted decades. Along with their growing bond, grew their feelings for one another.

Quick glances turned into lingering stares. Stories being told whenever they locked eyes, not a single word spoken. Simple touches seemed to last longer than they usually did. A deep desire and passion behind each one. Only up until recently had they come to terms with one another, finally being able to confess after all this time.

Now, Kakashi sat in the hot spring’s warm waters, his gaze trained on his girlfriend relaxing beside him. The mission they had been sent on, now completed early and taken care of. They figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay for one more night and enjoy the hot springs.

His eyes ate up the sight of her. The way her skin held a thin sheen of sweat and condensation, shining in the moonlight. A few strands of hair sticking to her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Lips parted slightly, head tilted back, chest rising and falling gently.

It was ludicrous, really. The way he was looking at her with no shame at all. Eyes raking over ever dip and curve of exposed skin. Focusing particularly on her breasts, the water moving around them, bobbing to become accustomed to their shape. His lustful stare was intense as his eyes continuously absorbed the sight in front of him, yet the whole time she could feel it. With his eyes trained on her, she peeked open one of her own as a shudder ran up her spine, catching a glimpse him.

His hair dampened by the steam, chest glistening in a way that drove Y/n to new heights. The defined muscles accentuated in the moonlight. Nothing but a single, small towel was covering his face, replacing his usual mask. Y/n had insisted that it was alright for him to take it off, yet he still felt obligated just in case some lone stranger decided to stroll in at the dead of night.

“My eyes are up here, you know.” Y/n teased, lifting her head to look straight at Kakashi. The eye contact sending a strike of arousal through both of them. The ache between their legs only getting worse.

“Yeah,” Kakashi mused, eyes flickering down for a second before coming back up with a smirk, “You just look so good like this. I seriously don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you.” His voice hung in the air like a song, Y/n melting at his words with an adorable giggle.

The water rippled around them as Y/n shifted to settle herself over his lap. Her thighs sat snuggly over his, chest to chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her breasts against him teasingly, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, a tall tell sign that she wanted him.

“I think....” She began, shifting slightly in Kakashi’s lap, “That we should head back to the room for a little while.” Her words coated in desire as she spoke, looking deeply into his eyes, telling him exactly what she wanted.

Kakashi hummed in agreement as his hands moved to rest on her bare hips, squeezing instinctively as she lightly swiveled her pelvis. All the while the water swayed around them in rhythmic movements.

Without a single word, Kakashi removed the towel covering the lower half of his face, slowly pulling her in for a kiss. Lips slotting together comfortably like so many times before. In a way that if anyone saw, their jealousy was guaranteed. Kakashi really was a lucky man, and he knew it.

The kiss was hot, full of lust and passion as their hands roamed over wet, warm skin. With parted lips, their tongues danced sinfully. All senses heightened, being stimulated simultaneously.

He was like putty in her hands, shivering whenever her fingertips danced over certain spots on his body, blood rushing to his length by the second. Never did Y/n think Kakashi’s body would be so reactive to her touch. Soon she felt his length press against her lower abdomen, chuckling lightly.

“Come on,” She pulled away reluctantly, feeling him resist slightly, “You’re the one who insisted on wearing a mask even though there’s not a single soul here besides us.” A smile teased on her lips as he held her impossibly closer.

A playful sigh left his lips, groaning, “I suppose you’re right....” A flirty tone laying underneath his words, “But we’re already here. To go back to the room we would need to get up, put our clothes back on, only for us to take them off again seconds later.”

The moment he spoke those words, a mischievous smirk etched onto Y/n’s plump lips, an idea blossoming in her head.

Not even a minute later, two of the most respectable ninja of the Hidden Leaf were dashing down the hallway of a lone motel, completely naked, clothes slung over their shoulders as they tried their hardest not to burst out into loud laughter.

The door swung open as the couple rushed in, the air becoming thick with tension as they caught their breath. A small thud could be heard as they threw their clothes elsewhere. Now standing in the middle of the room, eyes locked in an intense gaze, chests raising and falling as they reciprocate from the antics they just partook in.

This feeling of lightness as well as lust swirled around in Kakashi’s chest, something he lived for. The way she made him feel like he was on top of the world with every passing moment was something he craved. The high he gets whenever he was with her was addictive. Something he never thought he’d get to experience in his lifetime. He didn’t ever plan on stopping either.

Within seconds, they has stumbled their way onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Kakashi situated over her frame as his hands moved to wrap her legs around his waist while they were captured in a heated kiss. With this proximity, their skin was warm to the touch as arousal pooled between Y/n’s legs. Now his lips ghosted over her jaw and continued further on to her neck and collarbones.

A delighted sigh fell from her lips as Kakashi ran his tongue over the area he just marked, lips soft as he sucked on the spot that he knew made her go weak in the knees. All the while she managed to snake a hand between their bodies, taking hold of his member, grazing her thumb over the tip and pumping it a few times. His cock felt heavy in her hands as the veins throbbed under her touch. Kakashi wanted nothing more than for her to cast her magic spell and drive him wild.

“Kakashi...” She whispered, bucking her hips up, “I need you.” Her hand trailed up his abdomen, the muscles going taunt under her fingertips as they continued up and into his hair.

“Anything for you.” He mused, his chest inflating, knowing what he was getting himself into. He ran his length through her folds, a pretty moan falling from her lips as he did so, collecting her wetness.

Kakashi hissed at how tight she was, squeezing around his tip mercilessly, almost enticing him in. Y/n’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back as her walls stretched to accommodate to his size.

It was euphoric, the way she felt. Velvety walls clamping up whenever he withdrew to thrust forward again. One hand gripping the bed sheets beside her while the other was clasped onto her hip.

As his pelvis continued to snap into hers at a steady pace, her breasts bobbed with each thrust. A sight Kakashi would never get tired of seeing.

“Fuck....” He sighed, hand releasing the sheets to take hold of one of her breasts, “You feel so good.” His lips brushed against her with each word, colliding soon after in a messy kiss, consisting of teeth and tongue.

He could feel her orgasam starting to build. The muscles in her lower abdomen contracting as the coil in her core tightened, Kakashi hitting just the right spot. That spongy little spot that held the key to a mind shattering orgasam.

“Kakashi, please!” Y/n whined, teeth grinding as her eyes were squeezed shut, “Fuck, I wanna cum! Make me yours.” With those words, something snapped inside of him, completely gone and focused on only one thing.

Kakashi made quick movements, shifting so he could grab the back of her thighs and press them to her chest. At the new feeling the position change brought, they nearly lost their minds. Y/n’s walls growing impossibly tighter as Kakashi thrusted into her even deeper.

Y/n’s legs dangled in the air as Kakashi held her thighs, pistoning his hips into hers with incredible speed. The squelching of her wetness echoed in the room as she creamed around his cock. Hot tears running down her cheeks as the intense orgasam rushing over her. Incoherent babbles and words leaving her mouth as he worked her through the high.

“Come on, baby,” Kakashi praised, “Just hold on for me for a little bit longer, ok?” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek, licking the tears his lips picked up when he pulled away.

With that he worked quick, taking deep and strong strokes as he paced for his own climax. While doing so, Y/n felt another one quickly creeping up on her.

“Fuck, Kakashi! I’m cumming again.” She cried out, the ballon in her core bursting. Her tight cunt spraying all over his thighs and stomach, squeezing him so tight it was almost painful, triggering his own release. He pressed her thighs down, closer to her chest, holding his hips as close as he could to her hot skin. His tip kissing her cervix, painting it with pretty white strands of his cum.

He gently let down her legs, hissing as he pulled out. Y/n whining quietly at the empty feeling, the mixture of their cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the sheets below.

“You did so good, babe,” Kakashi sang, a tired smile etched on his face, arms moving to wrap around her midsection, “You’re the only woman in the world that could make me feel this good.” His words sweet, sounding like music in her ears as she chuckled softly, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I love you, Kakashi Hatake.” She mused against his lips. Running her fingers through his messy hair, eyes now blown with love and admiration.

His smile grew even wider, hand coming up to caress her face, “I love you too, Y/n L/n. More than you know.”

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Blurb #4: Scaredy Spidey (T.H.)

a/n: this idea has been sitting in my drafts since the first time i found out that Tom is actually scared of spiders...so along time ago asdfghjkl and just got around to finishing it a few weeks ago. i don’t mind spiders and have handled quite a few but anyway, hope you enjoy this one <3

pairing: tom holland x female!reader summary: There's a big spider on the bed and Tom is scared shitless to go near it so you're the one who has to get it out. He livestreams the whole thing for fun, so, you also chase him with it for fun. warnings: fluffy funny stuff, a spider, a person who’s scared of spiders, and a person who’s not. word count: 1.3k+

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"Shit!"

You hear your boyfriend scream, followed by thundering footsteps down the stairs that had you off the couch and on your feet in seconds.

"Tom? Are you alright?" you called out as you peeked in the hallway, the lad mentioned coming into view not long after. Your confusion and concern only heightened when Tom went to latch onto you immediately. His strong arms wrapped around your body, face buried on the crook of your neck as he lets out a soft groan of dismay. "What's up bubba?" you asked, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"There's a spider on the bed, like a really, really big spider," Tom muttered, pulling away to look at you with an adorable pout. You couldn't stop the laugh that's escaped your lips, Tom's pout turning more prominent as he looked at you with a look of utter betrayal on his face.

"Don't make fun," he whined.

"I'm not! I'm laughing because you're just too damn adorable when you're scared," you giggled, giving his jutted out lip a kiss. "And I thought you had broken a foot or something with how you screamed. You had me worried you goof, turns out it's just a spider."

"A very big spider," Tom corrected.

You shook your head with a playful roll of your eyes. "Okay, okay, let's get that very big spider out then."

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Once in the bedroom, you shot Tom a pointed look after you had laid eyes on the creature that was staying still on his side of the bed. The spider was barely even the size of your palm and here you were expecting something really big. You should've known though since Tom likes to exaggerate sometimes.

"It's big for me!" he defended, both hands up in surrender.

You shook your head at him with a sigh. "Go get me a clear cup and a piece of paper. I'll keep an eye on it."

Tom nodded at that, leaving the bedroom in a jiffy and coming back not long after, the cup and paper on one hand while he had his phone on the other. "Hey guys, so, there's this really big spider on the bed—"

"Average-sized spider," you corrected, Tom rolling his eyes with a scoff before he flipped the camera so he could show the spider to the people.

"Big? Average? You guys decide," he said before turning the camera towards you. "But the lovely and amazing Y/N is here to save the day as always"—you waved at the camera before Tom turned it back on himself—"and I thought it'd be funny to do a live in case something happens also known as me dying."

You rolled your eyes at your overreacting boyfriend. "Can you hand me the stuff please before it gets away?" you pointed out, Tom chuckling as he made his way over to you. Once he gave you the things you asked for, you went over to where the spider was sat, getting ready to cover it with the cup. As you got closer—

"Oh my god it's going to get away!" Tom yelled the moment the spider moved in the slightest, already by the door in an instant with both hands holding his phone that was still aimed at you.

"You're not helping!" You jumped at the sudden shrill of his voice. "And you're just exposing yourself, you dork," you added with a laugh, referring to the live.

"Sorry! Sorry," he chuckled, placing a finger over his lip to silence himself. "Everyone already knows how I hate spiders. So, I'm not really exposing anything aside from who's the braver one in this house."

You successfully caught the spider after a minute or two—with Tom letting out noises every time it moves—sliding the paper under the cup to seal it before flipping it over, your palm flat against the opening with the paper in between. "You're still filming?" you asked, eyeing the tiny creature inside the cup before you met your boyfriend's gaze.

"Yeah..." Tom trailed off, lowering the phone slightly as he narrowed his eyes at you. You grinned, sauntering towards him with the cup containing the spider. Tom slowly backed away once he saw the mischief in your eyes. "Darling, don't you even dare—no!" he shrieked as he ran full sprint and out of the bedroom with you hot on his tail, your laughter echoing around the house along with the sounds Tom was making, which was somewhat a hybrid between a scream and a laugh.

"You're supposed to be the superhero in this house!" you joked, slowly going down the stairs before taking on a dash again to catch up with your boyfriend. He's quite a runner that lad.

"We've already established that I'm a fraud when it comes to spiders a long time ago!" he yelled back, phone still in hand as he tries his best to document the whole thing all while running like his life depended on it.

His fans are going to have a field day with this content.

You shook your head with a hearty laugh as you kept at him, Tom finding his way into the living room and behind the couch, taking one of the pillows on hand and getting ready to aim at you.

"No, don't throw that pillow!" you warned, shooting Tom a playful glare with giggles still coming out of you. "It's going to make me drop the cup and we're going to have a harder time finding it when it runs away."

"Just get it out please sweetheart?" Tom asked—more like begged—with the most adorable puppy dog eyes he can muster, pout back on his lips as he tilted his head to the side adorably.

"Okay, okay, I'm going." You shook your head with a giggle, seeing Tom turn his phone off before you turned towards the backyard door and sliding it open. "I'm so sorry for that bumpy ride little guy or girl," you said to the tiny creature, before letting the spider out of the cup and onto the nearby bush.

"Babe?" Tom called out once the door opened and you slipped back inside. "Is it gone?" he asked from his place in the kitchen as he hid behind the counter, completely at the ready in case you suddenly chase him with it again.

You can't help but laugh at his cuteness, showing him both your hands to prove that it was empty. Although he saw that it was, in fact, empty, Tom stayed put and looked at you skeptically.

"Tom, it's gone. I promise," you laughed, walking over to him with both palms open. "Come here bub."

Tom finally went over to you with a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around your form before he dipped his head for a sweet, loving kiss. "Thank you for being my hero," Tom hummed against your lips. "Even though you quickly turned into a villain," he added, earning a sweet laugh from you.

Keeping him distracted with your kisses, you crawled your fingers discreetly under his shirt with a smirk, Tom pulling away abruptly at the sudden tickle expecting that it was the spider. You let out another laugh at that, the lad burying his face on the crook of your neck as he tightened his arms around you.

"Darling," he groaned against your skin, giving it soft kisses in the process despite his slight annoyance.

"I'll stop," you giggled, turning your head to give his crown a loving peck. "I'll stop."

You tease him about it but you don't go to the point of belittling his fear or making him feel weak for having said fear. A fear is a fear after all, no matter how small or big, rational or irrational it is. You adore Tom with all your heart, imperfection, flaws, and his fear of spiders included.

"I love you, you wuss."

"I love you too, you meanie."

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Don’t Go Running Off Into Danger, Even If I Do pt 3

Hek. I woke up today and found that my FNP phic has 41 notes and my DGROIDEIID phic is gaining attention and reblogs; holy shit. And I woke up at noon. It’s Saturday. I sleep in on such days. Anyways. Last I checked, Val and Danny were gonna go get Dani, but we need some Dip and Mabs action cause I forgot last night. I will probably develop an uploading schedule later. For now, just have random updates. I might even make a side blog for this shit.

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Chapter 3

Dipper stood off in the background as Danny got into an argument with a dracula ghost. By the amount of times he heard Plasmius, this must’ve been Vlad. Danny looked pissed when he finished. He still took Dipper and Mabel to their classes, but when they tried to find him at lunch, he was absent.  “I wonder where he is?” Mabel pondered.  “I’m sure he just had something to do,” Dipper replied. Some guy walked up to their table.  “Hey, you’re the kids Fenton is touring. Listen, he’s Phantom and I have proof!”  “And you are?” Mabel said patiently. “Wes Weston. Listen, you gotta believe me!” “We legit just moved here, we have no clue what you’re talking about. Leave us alone,” Dipper said. Wes looked taken aback.  “Fine! Fenton better worry. I will expose him. I just need more proof,” Wes stalked off. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look.  “Should we be worried?” He asked Mabel. “He seems to have it under control,” 

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Danny stared off into the daylight as they flew. Val set down.  “Come on. She’s fine. Why are you losing it?” “Just a certain Wisconsin Ghost told me about you keeping her,” “Vlad?” “Wait, you know?” “I’ve known since I met Dani,” “Jeez. I’ve known since I met the guy during my parents college reunion. I’m still pissed at him for that whole invisble wall fiasco,” “That was him?” “Yeah. I mean, I started it, but he kept trying to get in my mom’s pants. I needed to put him down a peg,” “You made his wall invisble!?” “Yeah. But it’s not like being naked on camera is going to tell the public any secrets,” “I’m confused. Why do care so much?” “It’s nothing,” Danny grunted. They were headed to the basement. “It seems to be something,” “I have things I’d prefer not to reveal to the entire school,” “No one saw your dick. You managed to catch it in time,” Val was confused. Danny laughed.  “Hey Val. Why would a guy have a female clone? Oh right. I forgot to tell you. Dani is more or less my clone because Vlad was being extra creepy,” “Weird. So she isn’t your cousin. Wait. OH MY GOD! Danny, I understand completely. If Dash knew, you’d be dead meat,” Val caught on quickly. Danny couldn’t but laugh at the dead meat. “Hey! What’s funny?” “I am dead meat Val!” “I’m an idiot. Anyways, we’re here,” She opened the basement door. Dani was sitting on the couch.  “Danny? Val? What’re you guys doing here. Shit, sorry Danny,” “It’s fine. She knows,”  “Who else knows anyways?” Val said.  “You, Jazz, Tucker, Sam and literally all the ghosts,” “Vlad included?” “Vlad included,” “And Amity Park can’t connect the dots?” “No one knows Danny Phantom has a human life. I’d be seriously pissed if someone told the general public,” “That’s fair. Anyways. We’re here because a certain Dracula cosplayer told Danny you were in danger,” Val said. Danny snorted. “Dracula cosplayer? I have to use that on him,” “Why would anyone think that’s a good look?”  “My ‘dad’,” Dani said. Thus causing both her and Danny to break out in laughter. “Where does the whole cousin thing come in?” Val asked. “My ‘Unkie Vlad’. It’s his way of making me family,” “Unkie?” Val looked lost. “I like being a little bitch to him,” “He deserves it! You should expose him,” “If I expose Plasmius, Masters exposes Phantom,” “Oh jeez,” “And there is a very good reason not to expose Phantom. And they wear way too much white,” Dani said quietly.  “I’d prefer not to get dissected,” Danny said haughtily. “They already want to,” Val made a noise of disgust.  “How could anyone with a set of morals do that?” “Heh. I’m a ghost. Not really real to most of the world. I don’t have feelings. Don’t feel pain,” Danny repeated what the ghost hunters had told him way too many times.  “That sounds awful, but we should get back to school. Cya Dani!” Val waved and put on her helmet.  “Hey, wanna leave the quick way?” “What do you mea- AAAAAAAH!” Val screamed as Danny made them both go intangible and up through the roof. “Never. Do that again,” “Hey, at least you didn’t end up going through the table and random floors and get banned from handling anything fragile,” “I’m confused,” “When these powers first came in, I was stuck dropping everything. From my pants to beakers,” “Oh jeez. So, why aren’t nerd and nerdette with you?” “Tucker had to go see a doctor out of town and Sam’s mom took her to this convention thing. They’ll be back tomorrow,”  “No comment on the nicknames?” “They’ve been called worse,” Danny shrugged. “And I’ve been shoved in way too many lockers to care,” “I have one last question. Why on earth would you try to date me when I was trying to kill you? And why did you destroy the suit when I could’ve been inside?” “That’s two questions. But Fenton and Phantom needed a distinction, and I knew you weren’t inside. Technus was controlling the suit,” “You are a mystery,” “I’d like to keep it that way,” “You won’t tell anyone my secret if I don’t tell anyone both of yours?” “That makes it sound like you’re going to tell one of them,” “That’s not what I meant,” “We need to come up with an excuse as to why The Red Huntress suddenly has a truce with Phantom,” “Later. I need coffee,” “I couldn’t agree more,” The plume of blue air showed up. “OH COME ON!” “What,” “I have to deal with something,” Danny sped off. 

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Dipper and Mabel looked at the chaos in the caf.  “Students! Hide under tables! Ghost Hunters and/or Phantom will be here soon,” Mr Lancer yelled into a megaphone. “Already here!” Someone yelled. A flash of white said Phantom. There was blue ghost throwing boxes around.  “I am the BOX GHOST!” It yelled. “Yeah, we know. Just say it already,” “I will win this fight with boxes of... spoons! BEWARE!” “Don’t you know not to bring a spoon to a knife fight?” “You do not have a knife!” “No, but I do have a thermos!” Phantom pulled out a green and grey thermos and flipped the lid.  “I will not stay in your cylindrical object!”  “Looks like you’re gonna have to,” Phantom pressed a button and a beam of light came out of the thermos and sucked the Box Ghost inside. “Is everyone okay?” Kids pushed out from under the tables.  “Phantom! Will you sign my book?” Dash said. This must be a cruel joke.  “Ghost boy! The Fenton Peeler is back in action,” “Whoops, gotta go!” Phantom dashed off as Jack and Maddie Fenton came rushing in. “Darn it. Missed him again,” They ran off. Danny walked into the caf and ran over to them. “You guys are lucky that your first ghost attack was the Box Ghost. Harmless,” “Doesn’t look very harmless to me! That’s gotta’ve been at least a level 5,” Dipper opened the journal. “Nah. Box is a solid 2. Hardly a step up from an ectopus. Might get concerned if Desiree shows up. She’s a level 5,” “What’re you?” “We more or less tested it. Pretty sure I’m a 7,” “That means they aren’t a big concern to you most days,” “Mmm. King Pariah was a level 10. That was terrifying. Vlad’s an 8. Convinced he’s a 9,”  “Okay,” “Skulker gets to be a 6 on a technicality. Without the suit, he’s a 1. He can be an 8 on a bad day. I think Frostbite is a 9. He won’t bother you guys though. Dan must’ve been a 9, but I’m not going into that. Technus is an 8, but can be a 10 if he gets his hands on the right tech. Clockwork is an 11, which technically doesn’t exsist, but Clockwork breaks the mold. He won’t bother you unless you end up destroying the world in the future,” Danny shivered.  “Who’s Dan?” Mabel looked confused.  “Nobody. Just a horrible way to learn not to cheat on tests,” Danny shivered again. “But that’s not important. I didn’t cheat on the CAT,” “Your life seems more hectic than Gravity Falls sometimes,” Dipper said. “Where is that? I’ve never heard of it,” “Oregan. Never Mind All That,” He knew the rules. “You know, the way you say that is kinda creepy,” “We’d be breaking the law if we told you why,”  “Jesus. Well, it’s not like we’ll get another Pariah unless an idiot thinks it’s a good idea. He’ll never get his hands on the crown of Fire,”  “Time Out,” Dipper and Mabel looked around.  “Umm, CW, why aren’t they out with everyone else?” “They’ve met Cipher. At this point, I cannot pause time for them,”  “Eh, whatever. Mason, Mabel, this is Clockwork. What’d you need?” “I actually came to speak to you about the Crown of Fire. In defeating Pariah, you gained ownership,” “I, uh, did what now?”  “Gained ownership of the Crown. Though in your case, it would be the Crown of Ice,” Clockwork repeated. Danny looked lost.  “I don’t need to be the King of the Ghost Zone,” “Someone must take the place. It’s your duty,” Danny looked like he was about to have a full on panic attack.  “Can it wait?” “Two years is a long wait as is,” “B-but it went thousands of years before!” “Because they failed to remove the crown and it wasn’t a singular person,”  “What’s two years in the Ghost Zone? As far as I’m concerned, that doesn’t seem like a long time. Walker was gonna give me a thousand year prison sentence,”  “You get some time, but I’ll tell you, if you take the crown, the Ghost Zone enters an era of peace unprecedented,”  “Danny, what’s happening,” Mabel asked. Danny snapped and started hyperventilating.  “I can’t. No. Why? I just wanted to keep the world safe! Is that too much to ask?” “Daniel, you do get time to think about it. Just remember, time can pass however fast or slow I want it too,” “Right, of course. Cya CW,”  “Time In,”

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Danny trudged home. Exhaustion and anxiety gripped him. Mason and Mabel had been concerned, but he wasn’t about to explain everything. He’d talk to Sam and Tucker tomorrow. It didn’t help that he’d had gym after lunch. At least there wasn’t any more disappearing walls.  “Danny! How was school?” Mom asked as he walked in the door.  “Great!” Danny said and rushed upstairs. He’d deal with The Box Ghost in a minute. Jazz stood in his doorway. She didn’t know about Dan, but she did know about Pariah. “Danny, is everything okay?” “No, everything is not okay!” “What happened? Is it Dash again? We should report him,” “It’s not just that. You remember the Pariah incident?” “Yeah, you don’t just forget that,” “Well, turns out that by beating him, I ‘gained ownership’ to the crown,” “That doesn’t sound bad exactly,” “It’s horrible!”  “How?” “I just wanna be a kid, ya know? It’s hard enough living a double life, but ruling the Ghost Zone? I’d have no chance to do anything remotely useful in the human world,” “You wouldn’t need to. If you ruled the Ghost Zone, ghosts wouldn’t come here anymore,” “The King can’t enforce rules in the Human World. It’s just scary,” 

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Aight, that’s a chapter, I guess. The ideas tend to come from random places, and my brain is running out of ideas. I need to do another “planning session” which is coming up with scenarios in my head to make sure they make sense.

[qinghe-s]

GETTING TO KNOW ME

i was tagged by @melodious-tear ♥

why did you choose your url?

i feel like that’s obvious to anyone who’s followed me for, like, two days. i know where my heart belongs. besides, the aesthetic of cql!qinghe fucks

any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

well, this. i also run @masseffectcaps although i haven’t posted in a few months; i probably will again once i get my hands on the legendary edition. i started it because original default female shepard didn’t get the respect she deserves from bioware especially. don’t get me started on this bc i will not shut up. i have a lot of feelings.

@celestecraft used to be popular on mineblr; i went on a lot of adventures while playing with a small group of friends and wanted to save them in some way + sharing a hobby is fun. in the past i also had a fairly well-known lgbtq+ blog and a terry pratchett-centric one but that was years ago and my energy to keep up with providing things for others (rather than just enjoying myself) waned.

how long have you been on tumblr?

t...twelve years by now... oh no

do you have a queue tag?

nah. i used to, on my personal, but i almost exclusively post things through the queue so it doesn’t feel like it matters.

why did you start your blog in the first place?

i was lured into this fandom because a good friend of mine played a character based on him in a d&d oneshot and i was immediately and helplessly charmed, saw this gifset a little while later and told her “this. this will make me watch your show” and, well.

it started consuming enough brain space, especially as i was reading the book, that it made sense to keep it contained rather than expose my original followers to this endlessly when they come for — actually i don’t know. pretentious aesthetic and me being gay over star trek women (well, janeway, mainly) and crying over mass effect?

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

that woman is wife city to me. it was nhs previously because... baby

why did you choose your header?

it matches my blog background on desktop. that’s it. it’s for the aesthetic.

what’s your post with the most notes?

on this blog it’s probably this one of me calling lwj a bitch (honorific). i believe this wangxian fic i wrote for vday is a close second. (a couple of my gifsets of nie mingjue looking beautiful are gaining though which is very pleasing to me)

i also have a few posts that have reached the thousands on my mass effect blog, but i don’t keep track of those anymore.

how many followers do you have?

five hundred... something. six hundred? who knows.

how many people do you follow?

a couple of hundred? many are lgbtq+ resource blogs that post very infrequently though, so my dash generally isn’t that cluttered

have you ever made a shitpost?

a couple! i’m not all that funny (perk of being my friend is that you’ll always be the funny one, it’s the main service i provide) but the bitch!lwj one and an outofcontextyaoi text post edit.

how often do you use tumblr each day?

ehh, depends. some days i’ll only check in at night and refresh the dash once in a while when doing other things, other days my brain requires constant input and i’ll open the app on my phone every hour. there is no average.

did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

yeah, but not here. i pissed a lot of people off a few years ago when i expressed my opinion on sexist portrayals of women in video games in general and mass effect specifically. my opinion was sexism = bad and some people decided that i was wrong and it’s empowering to put career soldiers in styled hair and a full face of makeup for the sake of marketing, actually, while male characters get to have weathered faces and grey hair. it was a fun time. (it was not)

how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’?

my dashboard is carefully curated and i never see those posts. are they still common? because they suck. don’t guilt people into caring.

do you like tag games?

mostly, yeah! sometimes they require energy i simply don’t have but i also think they’re a nice way to interact without having a direct conversation

do you like ask games?

i’m a lot less fond of those, personally. the chain letter type in particular.

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

a lot of them are well known in the fandom actually! which makes me question why they follow me but i am always flattered

do you have a crush on a mutual?

oh absolutely @evakant since we decided we were willing to die for each other after one conversation. wenzhou levels of love happening here.

i’m gonna tag already-mentioned @evakant because reasons but also some people i see in my notes a lot but haven’t talked to — feel free to ignore but also let’s be friends ♥

@shippingsavesmylife @radishsizhui @ahatfullofwords @inappropriatewenning @whateverthemoonhasalwaysmeant

[sinnamonlou]

I posted 2,988 times in 2021

105 posts created (4%)

2883 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 27.5 posts.

I added 2,011 tags in 2021

#!!! - 354 posts

#reeba talks - 307 posts

#911 fox - 302 posts

#words - 167 posts

#about me - 163 posts

#tag yourself - 157 posts

#aesthetic - 143 posts

#evan buckley - 143 posts

#ts - 140 posts

#soft tag - 135 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#i saw some buddie on my dash🤷🏽‍♀️ and it was like. firefighters and like day to day cases/procedural type so i was like maybe this will

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

the (now debatably😝) lovely kay @holyshit tagged me to make some really tough choices 😅

Put in bold your preferred song (live version), and then tag 3 people to play!

Best Cover: Through the Dark - Drag Me Down - 7 - Beautiful War - Little Black Dress

okay definitely beautiful war. he really made it his own. it's gorgeous 🥺

Best Acoustic Song: Only The Brave - Perfect Now - Too Young

I feel like me and perfect now have something going. like it feels a little personal. hits where it hurts and then...heals?

Best Rock Song: Kill My Mind - 7 - Fearless

easiest pick

Best Sad Song: Two of Us - Beautiful War - Change

haven't heard it in forever because I start ugly sobbing and that should tell you all you need to know.

Best "Faith in the Future" Song: We Made It - Just Hold On - Through the Dark - DLIBYH

I have been..in LOVe with her😪 big comfort song

Best Crowd Interaction: Always You - Defenceless - Fearless - Through the Dark

jumping to always you is a dream but I feel like walls is majorly missing??? the for every question why you were my because is also a dream 🥺

Cover/Live Version That Should Get a Studio Version: Beautiful War - Copyx3 - Fearless - Drag Me Down - 7

I want it. so much.

Song That Should Make It Out of the Setlist

no <3

tagging a few people: @sunsmile-lou @sun-lt @adoreinbloom @cowboylarries @whaleharry @zouisgf if you guys want!

10 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 15:55:31 GMT

#4

🎶 expose your music taste tag

I was tagged by @holyshit to do this fun tag, thank you kay <3

rules: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims.

unlike kay, I will NOT be doing 15 because I essentially only listen to about 5 artists with a few random miscellaneous songs I've picked up from tv show soundtracks etc. so it would get a bit. repetitive.

habit - louis tomlinson

the last of the real ones - fall out boy

long story short - taylor swift

september - earth, wind & fire

on my own - niall horan

pretender - the maine

iT's YoU - zayn

don't you - taylor swift

pay the man - foster the people

sweetest kill - broken social scene

choosing my victims...@throughthecurtains @thehornoftheunicorn @tanktop-lou @zouis-exes-to-lovers @whaleharry @littlespoongf @farawaytatmybeloved @adoreinbloom @navramanan @sun-lt

you're free to opt out of victimization (?) though!!

11 notes • Posted 2021-08-28 08:01:06 GMT

#3

they need to stop edging us with the story behind chim's nickname already🙄

14 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 21:11:03 GMT

#2

✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you can paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it (if you'd like). If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨

reeba! hi! hello! this little award is for you 💫 how are you doing?? i saw you're working on your thesis or some type of research i think? i hope that's going smoothly...when i did mine it was so weirdd because like. half way through, boom! pandemic! now you now you need to analyze all this data from your bedroom! and i was like uhhh how tho? i cannot math 😔 so i hope yours is going better than that ashfsdf!

have a lovely monday or tuesday, whatever is where you are!! <3

essie I am smiling so big it's like my awful seventh grade ID card picture again😅 <333

hi and hello back!! this is so sweet of you really <33 (yes I'm lost for words and have to resort to punctuation mark hearts)

I'm doing well, two of my shows are back, I watched the netflix one over the weekend and then I have the other show to look forward to every week :) besides my thesis work obviously which is starting properly now, the writing bits and the main experiment phase. it's going smoothly I'd say compared to what I've heard of the previous batch 😬 I'm lucky all our educational institutes made vaccinations mandatory so even if we do go on lockdown for a bit, I'll hopefully be able to do my lab work anyway because it's only a few students and there's like 5 labs in my department so it shouldn't be an issue.

how did analyzing data from your bedroom go?? I do not envy you at ALL. I think stats is just. the bane of my existence. like I've studied what's required in my field. but I just. immediately forget after my exams😬😅 I'm really nervous and not trying to think of it and enjoy the writing bit which is more up my street.

if I wasn't already having a good day, I definitely would after this🥺 I hope you do too <3

14 notes • Posted 2021-09-21 03:25:14 GMT

#1

URL Music Challenge

Rules: Spell your url with song titles then tag as many people as there are letters in your url to do the same!

I was tagged by scott @davldrose tysm!!

Now. I think I've done this before...but maybe we've improved you know? Maybe I'm exactly the same and too afraid to check. Anyhow. Welcome to my music taste.

paper house - niall horan

enchanted - taylor swift

reptilia - the strokes

saturn - sleeping at last

out of the woods - taylor swift

never had enough - van williams

peace - taylor swift

eyes closed - halsey

ribcage - andy black

show me the meaning of being lonely - backstreet boys

only the brave - louis tomlinson

northern downpours - panic! at the disco

i lost a friend - finneas

fix you - coldplay

ivy - taylor swift

end of the day - one direction

don't let it break your heart - louis tomlinson

I don't know seventeen people but I will try @zouisbreakup @zouis-exes-to-lovers @whaleharry @louvelylouis @farawaytatmybeloved @coffeehotcoffee

@zouaylorgf @nouisgf @holyshit @sun-lt @sunsmile-lou if you guys want!!

16 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 18:16:19 GMT

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[scribeofmorpheus]

Himmeløyne [15/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: Drunk Thor, Sad Y/N and unhappy Heimdall...so just melodrama

A/N: ...Finally all caught up with the ao3 updates. Now to disappear for a short time on my dash.

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment or leave a like please ☺

~Y/N

The tavern still kept that stale scent you’d first caught a waft of on your first visit. But the noise was different; less evenly spread out and more singular. In the centre of the room, Thor was raving in slurred speech like a man with a grievance against every single patron in the room. Except his grievance was personal, separate and alien to the other drinkers.

He would town an entire tankard of ale and then demand another with sloppy fingers hitting the poor wooden bench. Once he had a full cup again, he’d begin his lamentations that ranged from stories of his youth about Loki’s mischievous machinations to angry shouts of abandonment.

“He lied to us!” Thor spoke into his ale. “All of us!” He looked up to the disinterested people in the tavern. “Your King lies to you this very moment!”

“Telling all is well…” Thor whispered to himself as he stood, legs jolting up so fast he nearly lost balance. “Woah!” As he righted himself, he laughed into his tankard, ale pilling onto his chest. “Why did he do it?”

You chose to watch him for a while. The strangers in the tavern eyed you suspiciously. It was a new look you’d never noticed before. Perhaps it was to do with your appearance. It mattered not, they were not of importance to you. Nor was their hushed murmuring behind tankards of ale.

Suddenly, Thor’s eyes went wide, “Hammer! Hammer! Where’s my—Oh, there you are.” He ducked next to a leg of roast boar, grinning from ear to ear. “He was a fool! Only fools don’t fear my hammer…” His mouth drooped at the corners, a waver in his voice. “Only fools wield hammers.”

“Only fools…” Thor fell, but more out of exhaustion than a lack of footing. You moved from the doorway and went to his side, a weary exhale gracing your dry lips as you patted down the ale with your cloak’s end.

“Oh, you big lout,” you looked down at Thor. “So this is how you’ve been spending your days.”

Thor looked up at you and laughed in his drunken stupor, “Little Stormbringer!”

“Come on,” you tried to get him onto his feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time Loki turned into a snake?” His breath was ripe and hot across your cheek.

“Oof,” you choked back a gag. “No, but I’m sure it’s one for the ages.”

Thor began reciting the story as if it were one told a thousand fold. You struggled to hold him up, your body weaker than before; all the muscle of Sif’s training turned to softness around poking bones.

As you lost hold of Thor, sending him crashing onto an empty table, you waved your hand on instinct, calling forth that bristle of energy that used to reside under your skin at all times. But the even though the magic listened, it never answered you, and you were reminded for the second time that day, your magic wouldn’t help you.

You sighed, preparing to lift Thor and restart the cycle, but then a hand fell on your shoulder, the armour digging into your exposed shoulder.

“Let me,” Heimdall offered. He didn’t look you in the eye, he’d made a habit of not doing so since the leeching began. You didn’t blame him for that.

Heimdall reached down, and in one fell swoop, he hoisted Thor to his feet.

“Heimdall, old friend,” Thor beat him large hands on Heimdall’s armoured chest, letting out a banging noise. “Care for a horn of ale?”

“I think you’ve had enough,” Heimdall said with a sharp edge to his disapproving tone.

“Enough?” Thor shouted. “Yes, perhaps I have had enough.” His words were darker than they seemed. Lonesome. Sad.

On the walk to the tavern, Thor spouted more of his lamentations. To your surprise, no one around seemed to care for his words of kingly deceit and brotherly loss. Everyone skirted past with the expression one has when a drunk stumbles and yells nonsense; weary disaffection.

“Does no one hear him?” You asked as Heimdall led Thor up some steps. The stench of alcohol was lighter out in the open, but Thor’s voice became a frighteningly, loud echo.

“The All-Father cast an enchantment,” Heimdall said.

You swallowed the poisonous burn trudging up your oesophagus as the mention of Odin and more of his precarious magics. “An enchantment?”

“The Spell of Igneia,” Heimdall said. “Those who are ignorant to the source of the words spoken remain ignorant to the words. We can hear Thor because we all witnessed the same things. Others did not. And so—”

“They remain ignorant of it,” you finished for him. “Then what is the story being spun of the attack?”

“I do not know,” Heimdall’s jaw clenched down tight, the gold in his eyes flashing near coal-fire red.

“You’re lying,” you said softly. Not in anger or disappointment, just factually; the way Loki would murmur things that he surmised in a plain fashion, forgetting for the briefest second that manner and fact could rarely be separated in polite company.

Heimdall stopped walking then, turning with the bellowing Thor drooping his fighting shoulder, “You. The story is a half-truth—your magic. A tale easily believed given your current state.”

You could feel the brunt of his scowl hit like ice water in your veins. For some reason, you didn’t like the idea that he was upset with you. Heimdall’s eyes flickered to one red mark that peeked under your sleeve. His nose curled up in a would-be snarl had he been a wolf. A whisper under his breath going unheard. Then he continued on.

“It’s the only way,” you defended yourself against words you didn’t even hear.

“It was the easiest way,” Heimdall lectured over his shoulder. “No matter how you choose to spin this story, I do not believe that you made the right choice. Not what I am reminded of what the leeching does to you every—” He sighed. “We’re here.”

Heimdall waited for you to open Thor’s quarters. The room was in disarray; much like yours, except instead of papers and tomes, there was broken furniture and gutted down pillows. Rage lived in this room. Mjolnir had been buried under some broken furniture, as though Thor tried to make a perimeter of wood and iron around the weapon.

Heimdall set Thor on the bed and promptly made his way to the door. With his hand on the latch, he said over his shoulder, “Find a better way.”

“There isn’t one,” you rubbed at the leech marks as if doing so would make them disappear.

“You can’t be afraid of yourself forever.”

“I am. And so should you. You saw what I did. I won’t be anyone’s mindless weapon. If this is what it takes to stay as myself, then the price is fair.”

“I don’t see it that way.”

“Then see it in whatever way you please. My answer is final. Until a more effective method of nullifying my abilities is found, I will keep at it.”

“Then…” Heimdall breathed in, his body stretching out to its righted posture and high chin. “I shall have to find you one.”

With that, Heimdall left, and you were alone with Thor. His ravings had lowered to a sleepy-whisper now. That made it worse. Made him sound raw.

You thought of what Frigga would do to console him and then you helped him out of his boots before covering him with a blanket.

“You know, I always wanted a sister,” Thor said with a mild smile. “I thought—Never like this…”

He wasn’t making much sense, so you simply patted his hand and replied, “Sleep, you need it.”

“I could say the same for you,” Thor said, a look of expected pity in his eyes. “He liked you…Likes you. I don’t know which way to speak—past or present?”

“That’s the trouble, isn’t it?”

Thor turned to his side, away from you and sobbed, “It’s my fault.”

You brushed his arm, “And mine. And Odin’s for his secrets. And my mother’s for not telling me what I was sooner.” Your lips trembled at this part: “And Loki too, for trying to protect me.”

Thor kept still for a few moments, settling into your words. “How do you handle it…the guilt?”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, soulless eyes of a strange creature staring back, “I don’t. The only reason I left my room was because of Sif. I was happy to stay locked away, in my routine. For eternity if need be.”

“Eternity ends faster than we think, doesn’t it?” Thor sat up, soberness of the shared pain making him more alert, “Then let’s make a pact—to hold off on the end of Eternity for as long as we can.”

You chewed your inner cheek, correcting him plainly, “To end this, you mean?” You gestured to everything; you, him, the rage cluttered room.

“An end to an end,” Thor said, reaching his arm out for you to accept.

You locked your fingers around his forearm, Thor’s grip on your own forearm came off more powerful than you had anticipated. You worked around the wince on your face and said, “An end to an end.”

You walked to the door and wished him goodnight.

“Goodnight, Little Stormbringer,” he said with the affection of a brother.

On your way to your quarters, you heard the muffled sounds of healers near the healing chamber. Eavesdropping never bore you sweet fruit, but there was little that could change that now; so you listened in.

“Any improvement?” The head healer—the woman you had flung like a rag doll upon your first awakening—asked another.

“Physically, his wounds have healed,” there was a pregnant pause, prickling with anxious static. “I fear, this is beyond us. He should have awoken by now. If he has, I can only assume something is preventing him from regaining consciousness. Or…perhaps—” the healer’s eyes skittered about, hands twining and untwining.

“Spit it out girl,” the head healer demanded.

“A few of us believe it’s his own doing.”

The head healer scoffed, “Impossible, he hasn’t as much as twitched of his own accord.”

“Those with magic do not think alike to us,” the other healer whispered, closing in on her superior to say: “What if the rumours are true? What if he isn’t entirely Asgardian?”

“Hush, foolish girl, you speak dangerous words. Go now, leave for the night,” the head healer barked with authority before rushing away from the exposed hall ways.

The healing chamber was more claustrophobic than you remembered. For one, Volstagg was snoring in a corner, looking less beat up than before. Hogun was either sleeping on the chair or keeping very quiet in the night as he watched over his friend. A few guards from the night of the attack were also getting treatment.

You walked passed them, towards the back where a spiral staircase led up to a private healing chamber. The room was enormous and beautiful and cloistered. The kind of tower an ornamental flower was grown to die in. Overlooking the endlessly beautiful landscape, but unable to be touched by the waters of rain or the sounds of birds; a mausoleum of glass.

Loki remained in the same place he’d been since you woke up; suspended in that clear, golden curtain of energy, hovering like a beautiful painting lost to a world with no gravity. His hair had grown an inch or two longer, somehow the shine of the energy field made his hair look blacker as it moved like liquid. His jaw was set right again, a small scar under it left as a reminder. He was dressed in robes of emerald. Long fingers looking cold and untouched. Lips without colour and skin nearly grey—paler than ever before.

You walked over, quiet so not as to stir anyone else in the chambers, but there was no one else. You looked at his face and thought of him—the snake and the man—and the words that haunted you over and over: “Never leave my side again.”

You took his hand and never felt his finger tighten the hold. You leaned over and whispered: “You should have wished that my eyes to grow dark.”

No reaction. No flinch or tweak or tug and pull of a simple tendon. Blankness.

You sighed, “You asked me to never leave your side, and yet look at which one of us isn’t here…Look!”

Again, nothing.

“Open your eyes and look at me! Answer for what you’ve done!” You wanted to beat and pounded at his chest. To hear him let out a groan or gasp as he laughed into your ear and took your hands in his. “I bewitched you?” You were shouting at the air. At the empty spaces in between. At the Loki of the past.

“I bewitched you?” You shouted again. “Trickster! Tempter! Liar! If I bewitched you—truly—why can’t my enchantment bring you back? Why can’t you feel how much I need you?”

You let go of his hand, feeling the weight of it to be too burdensome. “Is it true? Are you not waking because you don’t want to? Because of me?” You crumbled to your knees. No tears came, only the sandpaper feeling of a dry throat. You looked at the red marks on your arms and said: “I can’t hurt you anymore, so please, please, come back.”

And for the grand finale, silence, yet again. Always silence. You fell asleep in that beautiful mausoleum, on the cold, hard floor, too listless to walk back to your room.

[nerdsagainstfandomracism]

Hi there!! Thank you for your blog! I'm wondering if you could clarify what you mean by fandom racism and also about racism in fandoms? Please delete this if it isn't worth your time, I was just hoping to get some POC to explain it from their points of view and also because as an Asian I suppose I don't really notice these things? Thank you for your time and energy!

Hello! First of all, you probably got confused with our tagging system – “fandom racism” and “racism in fandom” is the same thing, the reason we keep both is because when we would post original stuff in tags we used both, in case people were searching / tracking only one of those.

Second, you don’t even need to be a person of color to understand racism or antiblackness in fandom. All you need to do is to be active in fandom (any fandom, really), and, which is the most important part, be passionate / love / relate to / to at least one single character of color in the fandom you’re in. You will notice that this character is treated differently (than your usual white faves) right away.

And, I’m sorry if I’m going to sound harsh right now, but being an Asian myself, I can definitely tell you that being an Asian isn’t an excuse for not seeing racism or antiblackness in fandom. Sure, we all (at least most of us, and not just Asians), those of us, who was born, raised, educated in the West (Western/Eurocentric culture) have white worldview. I do have it too, and I unlearn it every day. It’s an ongoing process. So, if you’re looking for a quick Merriam-Webster definition of what fandom racism is, or how to solve it, you won’t find it hear.

I’m not trying to discourage you in any way, but that’s the thing – if you really want to learn and understand, you need to listen to the people who talk about it, follow / subscribe to fans of color, blogs run by fans of color who discuss and write about it, do your own research... But like I said, most importantly, IMO, you have to start relating to the characters of color in the fandoms you’re in. If you’re used to being in white fandoms (for example: SuperWhoLock) only, and if all your favorite characters are exclusively white, it’s probably going to be hard to understand. 

(Also, it’s probably going to be somewhat harder to understand if you’re only in Asian drama / Asian pop / Anime fandoms, though those fandoms deal with fandom racism too, along with issues like fandom imperialism, appropriation etc. etc. topics that I’m not really qualified to talk, because I’ve never been in any of these fandom spaces myself, so take my words here with a grain of salt).

Just a little personal experiment that can make you see the problem from within ��� take a look at your own (Western) fandoms and see how many of your personal favorite characters are of color. How many of them are Black? Not just the ones you randomly sympathize with, and reblog stuff about on occasion, when it pops up on your dash. But the ones you relate to, root for, want to create and consume fanworks about, the ones that you regularly search about, follow dedicated blogs and fellow fans who stan them. Are you uncomfortable with racebending? Do you get upset when your favorite white character becomes romantically involved with the character of color?

Actually, (if you're comfortable with it!) could you give me a few examples of racism in fanworks? I was looking through your blog more carefully and I saw some stuff about Asian misrepresentation etc. on there, and I'm kinda wondering what that entails? I'm afraid I've never really been exposed to what racism looks like because my parents always told me to accept it, so I'm trying to educate myself online; again, please delete this if it's not worth your time/you don't want it on your blog!

You can look up yourself for examples on our blog through the tags “fandom racism” and “coded racism” (i.e. implicit racism, when people hate on the characters of color, try to erase, villainize or dismiss their significance by gaslighting). 

Also, I’d recommend you to look through / follow these blogs:

diversehighfantasy (Twitter)

fandomshatepeopleofcolor

stitchmediamix (Twitter)

Some Asian bloggers who talk about fandom racism (there are more, these are just off the top of my head):

RukminiPande

stardust-rain

also, if you’re looking for examples that specifically apply to East Asian / Southeast Asian characters in Western media, you can look through fandom racism tag on EAoWS.

[chelsfic]

Chapter 6 - Inherited - Dracula/OFC - Dracula (2020) fanfic

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Emilie makes her decision and has a steamy reunion with the Count.

A/N: Smut here! Come get your smut! There is also a significant amount of blood drinking. I want to say thank you so much to all who have read, commented, reblogged and recommended this fic! I’m overwhelmed by my kind and thoughtful readers!

As always, if you’d like to be tagged in updates just let me know!

***

Emilie tugged at the high collar of her Sunday dress and shifted self-consciously in the pew. Her younger sister, Anna, shot her a questioning look to which she merely shook her head in reply. Emilie usually took solace in the weekly sermon but this Sunday she was restless and incapable of attending to the Reverend’s words. 

Her nerves tingled and her senses were aflame. The light streaming through the stained glass window behind the pulpit was nearly blinding in its intensity. Emilie could taste the colors on her tongue, the sweet, tart reds and fresh, watery blues. The wood grain of the pew beneath her hands was distracting as well. She felt it vibrating with life and saw, in her mind’s eye, the rough bark and shuddering leaves of the tree from which it came. And there was the phantom taste of Vlad’s blood filling her mouth. She knew, without knowing how, that he’d given her this new power, these sharpened senses. Was this how he always experienced the world? It was overwhelming. Emilie closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the pew to ground herself.

It did little to help. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Lucy Steele’s bright eyes go dull with death, the shocking splash of blood painting the side of her neck. She heard the sharp, horrifying crunch of the girl’s vertebrae snapping. And she saw Vlad, her beloved Count, eyes red with menace and blood dripping from his razor sharp teeth. How could she love such a man, such a creature? For love him she did. She could admit that here, in the house of God where she must be true to herself. 

Maybe she was selfish but she found that she couldn’t forget his loving caress, the gentle brush of his fingers over her skin. She recalled his words, You have nothing to fear from me. How could she turn her heart against such a man? A man so magnificent, with powers beyond her imagining, who somehow–impossibly–wanted her? The answer came from within: a voice, perhaps her own or perhaps a guardian angel’s, which rang out in her mind, You will not turn away from him.

She did not know where this path would lead. Perhaps one day it would be she hanging limp in his arms and beaming up at his darling face, gratified to give her life to feed him. Or…or perhaps she’d stand by his side, no longer a servant but an equal with marvelous powers of her own. She did not know if such a thing were possible but she felt in her bones that she was fated to give herself over to him. The decision, once made, lifted a burden from her chest and she smiled up at the pulpit. Lit from within by the grace of her own certainty that God would not lead her to the Count if He did not wish for them to be together.

It never occurred to her to consider her love of the Count as a test from God. No god could be so cruel.

***

“Now, my sweet girl, tell me how things are going up at Carfax and don’t try to sugarcoat things. I’m your mother and I can tell when you’re lying. Are you alright up there by yourself with the Count?” Mrs. Andrews patted her eldest daughter’s hand across the dinner table and watched her with concern. Her poor health had kept her from ever personally serving Count Dracula, but she knew his nature as well as her mother had and she feared for Emilie.

“Mama,” Emilie soothed in a voice infused with false confidence, “you don’t need to worry about me. The Count is very solicitous for my comfort. I’m in no danger from him…really.”

Mrs. Andrews held her gaze for a long moment and Emilie sensed that her mother did not quite believe her, but she soon lowered her eyes and let the moment pass. After all–was there really a point in forcing the topic? Their family had served Count Dracula for a hundred years. They’d kept the secret of his long life and dark appetites in exchange for protection and financial security. None of them could rescind the deal now. And in truth, Emilie did look remarkably well. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks rosy with a healthy glow. Mrs. Andrews set her worries aside and proceeded to catch her daughter up on all the village goings on of the previous week.

***

It was dark by the time the wagon rolled to a stop by the Abbey’s servants’ entrance. Emilie hopped off the back and thanked Mr. Thomas for the ride. He brought her back each Sunday along with the weekly grocery delivery. It was convenient for Emilie and Mr. Thomas had been shameless flirting with Mrs. Andrews for years, so he didn’t mind the extra weight in the wagon if it put him in the widow’s good graces.

“Have a good week, Miss Emilie!” he called as she dashed off to the servants’ door and disappeared inside. 

She was eager to see her Count. Her mind whirled with questions as she climbed the staircase to the Abbey’s first floor. How would he react when he saw her and knew of her decision to return to him? Would he kiss her again? Embrace her? Would he dip his head into the crook of her neck and bite her as he had Miss Lucy? 

She found him in his study, a massive room with vaulted ceilings and walls lined with books. He sat in a wing back chair before the fire. Emilie stood in the doorway watching him. She could see only the side of his pale face, his lovely, thick hair and his hand dangling over the armrest, holding a glass goblet filled with something rich, dark and red.

She strode forward, discarding the small drawstring bag she’d carried with her into town and whirling round the chair to present herself before him. She knelt between his knees, a supplicant before her god, and looked up at him with hope and affection glowing in her features. She longed for comfort, for a confirmation that she’d made the right decision. 

She reached out shyly and took one of his hands in her own, pressing it to her cheek and closing her eyes, reveling in the contact.

“My…Vlad,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek into his palm like a cat demanding affection. “I’ve come back to you.”

Dracula smiled down at her, setting the goblet on a small table beside the chair and reaching forward to stroke both hands through her hair, cupping her upturned face. 

“My Emilie,” he responded with a playful lilt to his voice, mirroring her word choice. “You’ve made me very happy.”

And then he was pushing her backward and onto the plush hearthrug. He followed her onto the floor caging her body with his arms and legs and bending down to press his lips to hers in a fevered kiss. His clawed hands strayed over the bodice of her conservative dress, pushing under the collar and stroking her delicate neck, the tops of her breasts. Emilie mewled in pleasure and arched her back, giving him the access he needed to reach around and begin popping open the buttons that ran down her spine holding the frock in place. 

When he’d reached the final button he sat back, kneeling between her wantonly spread legs and shoved the dress material down toward her waist. She wiggled to assist him and she was soon laying before him in nothing but her stockings and thin muslin petticoat. Her breasts were exposed, glowing in the orange light of the fire and she saw Vlad’s eyes focus on them as they heaved with her gasping breath. He reached out a hand and drew a wickedly sharp nail around her areola, flicking the nipple and eliciting a thrill of panicked pleasure from the debauched girl beneath him. Emilie reeled at the sensation even as she feared the sharp touch of his nails wounding her sensitive flesh.

“Be…” she gasped, trembling as he shifted his attention to her other breast, “…careful….please.”

Vlad smirked and let out an amused chuckle. He flattened his palm over her breast and dragged the calloused skin against her hardened nipple. Emilie shrieked in pleasure and arched into the touch. 

“Don’t worry, my darling creature.”

The Count made quick work of his own clothes, tossing them into a heap on the armchair before turning back to face her, naked and glorious in his ferocious lust. He grabbed the waist of her petticoat and ripped it from her body. Emilie gazed up at him in adoration. She’d never seen a naked man before and she was too shy to let her eyes stray downward at first. Instead she raked her gaze over his broad shoulders, his dark-haired chest and flat stomach. He took satisfaction in letting her look, pausing to let her complete her perusal. He quirked his lips as her gaze finally lowered to take in the impressive length of pulsing manhood that jutted from between his legs. A shadow of trepidation crossed her face and Dracula determined immediately to sooth it away. He crawled up her naked body and looked deep into her eyes.

“I will be so careful with you, Emilie. Do you trust me?” his voice was husky with lust but his words were sincere. 

Emilie reached up to cup her hand over his cheek and nodded shyly, “I trust you, Vlad.”

He touched her then, like he had days ago in his bedroom. His fingers slid over her sensitive core and Emilie ached with longing and pleasure. She buried her face in his neck and keened into his skin, begging and begging him though she couldn’t say for certain what she wanted.

Vlad smiled and licked his hot tongue along her neck from jaw to shoulder, “You’re a needy thing aren’t you, little one?”

He continued stroking her, savoring her little grunts and moans. She finally came with a thready cry and only then did he shift his hips between her legs and align himself with her opening. She felt the tantalizing pressure of his length pressing against her and then slowly, slowly entering. It hurt at first. Emilie’s muscles went rigid at the intrusion and her face scrunched up in pain. Dracula stilled his movement and looked down at her, laying soft kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids.

“Look at me, darling,” he whispered, waiting until she’d opened her eyes to continue. “Relax.”

The last word was said with the barest trace of suggestion and Emilie felt the tension immediately flow out of her muscles. Dracula started up again, thrusting his hips with masterful control and holding her face between his palms as he did so. He kept eye contact with her as the pain slowly faded and her belly began to heat with pleasure once more. He bit his lip and arched his back. His control slipped and he began rocking into her with more force, his tempo stuttering into ragged thrusts until he finally shouted his release and dove his face into the crook of her neck to bite down as his cock shuddered and jolted within her.

The sudden sting as his fangs pierced her skin was immediately followed by a rush of pleasure that pushed her over the edge again. Dracula licked, sucked and kissed her bloodied neck, drawing out more blood from her than he had before. She squirmed and moaned beneath him, riding waves of pleasure even as her head spun from the blood loss. Too soon he pulled away, his lips and chin were stained crimson. With a wicked grin he dipped his mouth to hers and pushed his tongue inside. Emilie tasted her own blood on his lips, his tongue. She twined her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and held him there, wishing to prolong the kiss forever. Eventually he pulled away panting with passion and blood lust. 

“Now you know how sweet you taste, my darling girl,” he said, dipping his finger into the blood at her neck and smearing it over her mouth. Emilie stuck out her tongue and licked his finger as her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, dear Emilie, you’re weak aren’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer he brought his finger to the base of his own neck and cut a two inch slit. Blood poured from the wound and he dipped down, baring his neck to her and pressing the cut against her lips. Emilie latched on immediately. She drank the blood he offered, reveling in the idea of her blood rushing through his veins even as she drank from him. She felt the dizziness of only a moment before pass and a wave of energy and strength coursed through her. Her Count was nourishing her with his essence, feeding her just as she had fed him. 

He pulled away before she could take too much, pinching the would closed and laying back on the floor beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close to his side, stroking her hair and whispering words of praise into her temple as he laid kisses along the top of her head. Emilie’s eyes grew heavier and heavier until she finally fell asleep, wrapped in her beloved’s arms and warmed by the snug fire in the hearth. They looked like a pair of pagan lovers: nude, covered in blood and skin aglow in the firelight. 

Dracula looked down at her sleeping face and whispered, “You really are remarkable, Emilie. You’ll be my perfect bride.”

Note: in case you're wondering this exchange of blood won't be enough to turn Emilie. Drac is just looking to the future and he's establishing a blood bond with her as well as strengthening her for the eventual change.

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@charlesdances​ @mr-kisskiss-bangbang @just-mimii @haleyea @dracula-s-bride @irrelevantwriter @felicityofbakerstreet

[d-stabilize]

my dumb mordern stone ocean au aka anasui get's called out on tumblr jolyne shared a jail cell with hermes foo wes anasui and emporio over night and now she hangs out with them everyday because she has nothing better to do.

anasui takes selfies with her and posts them on tumblr and insta with the caption "me and my gf!!!! i love her so much ♥️♥️♥️" despite the fact that he damn well knows she's dating hermes. jolyne has an aesthetic blog and didn't follow anasui so she didn't know he was doing that. till one day he shows up on her dash and she finds out and reblogs the selfies with the comment "dude you know i have a girlfriend right? why are you telling people we are dating?" and it blows up over night as the latest tumblr scandle

foo became a popular tumblr funnyman through her numerious funny text posts but she doesn't know it bc she never checks her notes or follower count but when she saw ansui saying he was dating she got mad and was like "hey😡😡 don't do that😡😡" not realising she was exposing the small personal drama to her twenty thousand followers.

anasui everntually get's a full on google docs call out writen by a third party calling him out not only for lying about having a girlfriend but also for being truscum AND somehow managed to find the kin drama anasui got involved in 4 years ago. AND doxxed him while dragging up his old juvie files.

jolyne is still an aesthetic blog but now in her about she has to put an faq on the anasui drama that's ends with "no i don't agree with his politics. yes i still hang out with him irl. no i don't know why i still hang out with him."

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Pranks

*Not my Gif*

Request: Hiiiii I really love all your Fred Weasley Imagines so I was hoping you do one in frnship plsss (Ravenclaw Reader)

Requested by: @bengaliandslytherclaw

Paring: Fred Weasley X Reader (Best Friends)

Word Count: 2088

Post Date: 5-8-19

A/N: Hi! Hope you guys like this! Be sure to reblog, like, comment, and keep requesting! Love you all!

- Ria

~Master List~

~Open Requests~

Y/N quickly dashed through the Ravenclaw common room in to the dining hall, quickly scanning the room for her red haired best friends. As soon as she spotted them, she rushed over to their sides, telling them all about a prank she had played on a kid in Slytherin, turning their hair purple for the day.

“Ugh, I wish you guys could’ve seen him! He was so mad! I barely got out of the classroom before he caught me. He was chasing me around half the castle, I don’t think I would’ve gotten away if I hadn’t used that secret passage you showed me last week Fred. Godric, how did I get around before!” you say, panting from your running and long speech. The boys both look at you with astonishment, they knew you were good at pranks but never in all your years had the boys heard of you getting this close to getting caught. While they found themselves in detention practically every day, you somehow managed to get off scot-free every time. Fred shakes his head during your rambling, disbelief also crossing his features. When you’ve ran out of breath you wait for the boys to put their input in. You and the boys have been best friends since your third year, even though you were in different houses, you guys clicked immediately. You met on the train, Fred and George were bored and decided it was the perfect time to prank some unsuspecting person, and unfortunately for you, you were that person. The prank they pulled was a pretty quick one just to start off the year, when you opened the door a bucket of slime fell on you causing your skin to become red and gold, the Gryffindor colors. When they managed to pull it off, you were shocked at first at the twins’ laughter at your situation, but when you realized what was happening was just a prank you started laughing as well. Fred stared at you as you doubled over in laughter, joining George who hadn’t managed to pay attention to the fact you were laughing with them. At that moment, Fred knew you were going to be one of his favorite people to prank because here you were in the middle of the Hogwarts Express, skin painted red and gold, and you didn’t care because it was funny. After you laughed for a couple minutes, you sat up and looked at the boys, you put out your had for them to shake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N and that was probably the most interesting thing that has happened to me on one of these bloody train rides yet.” You say as Fred quickly shakes your hand, then George.

“You’re not mad? Like at all?” Fred asks leaning back in his seat a slight smirk appearing on his face.

“Mad? No. Going to get Revenge? Oh, you bet your arse I will, Fred Weasley.” You give him a slight wink as Lee comes into your compartment, pulling George out telling him that Angelina was looking for him. Giving his brother a knowing look, George scurries out of the compartment, leaving you and the older twin to talk.

“So, Revenge? You like pranks?” he asks, earning a slight chuckle from you.

“Yes Fred, believe it or not us Ravenclaw’s do like to have fun sometimes. In fact, I’ve been known to pull a few minor pranks in my common room. Although no one knows it’s me doing them, and so you better not tell them, Weasley.” You raise your brows at him, the look in his eyes changing to realization real fast.

“You’re the mystery prankster?! My brother and I had heard rumors about someone messing with you Ravenclaws. You’re practically as famous as we are in the pranking ways. You know for such a smart group of people, I’m shocked that no one discovered it was you.”

“That’s because they didn’t have me trying to figure it out since I obviously already knew.” You give him a proud smile, him snickering at your confidence in your solving skills.

“Oh, you think you’re so smart, then try and figure out what’s going wrong here.” He says as he shows you a sketch of a prank he and George were planning. Grinning at the boy, you grab the paper out of his hands, making sure not to smudge the ink on the page. While your looking at the paper, Fred watches as your brain works. He knows what’s wrong with the prank, but he wanted to see what you knew. After a few minutes, and you successfully pointing out the practically hidden mistake, Fred decided you were worthy enough to join in his pranking ways.

Now, while you’re sitting in the dining hall, Fred and George impressed once again with you, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. This being your last year, you don’t want the excitement of pranking to end, you’ve been planning something big for a while now, something that was going to let everyone know you had been the mystery prankster. Everyone knows Fred is your best friend, and you and George had gotten really close by default. You all were practically inseparable. Everyone thought that there were some secret romantic feelings being harbored between you and the older twin, and truth be told, in your fifth year you both decided to give it a shot. But once you shared one kiss you and both of you being unable to control your laughter afterwards, you mutually decided to remain best friends. George always teased you both about it, saying that you were mate less soulmates, and every time he said that, you and Fred couldn’t help but blush. Pranking had always come easy to you and the boys, but this time, you weren’t gonna let them in on your plans. You were finally going to get your revenge from when you met.

After dinner was over, you headed back to your common room and plopped down on your bed. You pulled out your papers with all the sketches and ideas you had and drowned out the world. Everything was going fine with your planning until you came across an error in your work. It turns out to make this prank successful, you would need an extra person. You hadn’t let anyone else know about you and your pranks, and you were kind of scared of them finding out and thinking you’re crazy or ratting out on you. After a while of consideration, you did the only reasonable thing you could’ve thought. You were gonna let Fred in on the prank.

The next morning, you jumped out of bed, throwing on your robes and heading to breakfast. Your brain was buzzing with excitement as you found your best friend, for some reason sitting without his other half.

“Where’s George?” You ask as you grab a bowl of oatmeal and some orange juice. You glance up to see his furrowed eyebrows and frowned mouth.

“Probably off snogging Angelina, again. Saw her then ditched me. Whatever. What’s got you all giddy.” He replies sensing the happiness practically radiating off of you. You give him an apologetic smile before trying to take his mind of his brother’s antics.

“Well. What would you say if we could get back at your brother for ditching you and help me expose my identity as the mystery prankster.” His eyes went wide at your idea. He couldn’t believe it! You were going to let everyone know it had been you all these years.

“Love, are you bloody mental?! You’re going to tell everyone? Can you imagine the kind of trouble you’ll get in? I heard that Snape was determined to stick you in detention for the rest of the year if he found you!” He whisper-yells at you, earning a few curious stares from the surrounding students. You couldn’t help but hold in a laugh at his worried expression.

“Fred, come one. We’re leaving this year, you and George had already made your mark on this school, and I want to as well. And you’re my best friend, which means you’re legally obligated to help me. Just one prank Fred. On your brother.” You could sense the nervousness in his expression as you watched the battle in his eyes. You stick your lip out as you give him your best pouty face, knowing he couldn’t say no to you when you do this.

“Ughhh, Fine Y/N. I’ll help you with your bloody plan. But if you get expelled you can’t blame it on me.” You squeal as you throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tight as he squeezes you back. When you pull apart, you couldn’t help but redden as the eyes around you watch the interaction. Pulling your papers our of your bag, you spread them out on the table, not letting anyone see and keeping an eye out for George. After Fred had taken in your plan and made a few changes to make it simpler for you and him, you feel the prank is coming together real fast. When Fred sees George enter the hall you both hurriedly pick up the papers, making sure not to leave anything and making sure not to let George see you both in this frantic state. As soon as he got to the table he innocently sat down across from his brother. You quickly give Fred a side smile and hid your excitement.

When diner was over, you met Fred in the library and common room’s as often as you could. You normally find yourself in their common room’s and them in yours. Nobody minded really, as long as they weren’t the victims of a prank. Ginny and Hermione both noticed you spending more time in the common room but neither one of them wanted to say anything about it because they quite enjoy the calmness over the school when Fred wasn’t pranking.

Two days later, everything was ready. You and Fred set everything up in the common room and made sure no one could trigger anything before you wanted it to happen. When George came back after classes that day, he began searching the room for you and his twin. But you both were hiding behind the couch like a pair of school girls, Fred’s hand on your mouth to cover the burst of giggles escaping your lips.

“It’s time, Y/N.” he says, seriousness lacing his voice. You saw the mood change as he grabbed his wand, ready to shoot his spell as you pick up yours. You locked eyes and silently began counting to three. Then you burst out from behind the couch and hit him with expelliarmous. As his wand shot out of his hand you grabbed it and pulled on a rope you set up that caused blue and bronze paint to spill out of a bucket, the same way it had when they got you, then Fred casted aquamenti, completely drenching George with water while he slipped trying to get away. Fred then pulls on his rope, now causing feathers to rain down from the ceiling. Sure, it was old fashioned and used very little magic, but you and Fred hadn’t wanted to cause that big of a scene, so you wouldn’t get in loads of trouble. The room fell silent as the youngest Weasley Twin laid on the ground, soaking wet, covered in feathers and blue and bronze paint. No one knew what to do at this point, people stared in shock at you, a few people had put together the fact that you had been the mystery prankster, and of those people no one was really shocked, it made perfect sense. While you were all just standing there, unsure of your actions, George started to stir on the ground, you thought he was injured until you heard a loud bellowing laugh come from him. You started to giggle at the sound, followed by Fred who was laughing at your reaction. Soon all three of you were rolling on the floor laughing while everyone continued to watch with curious faces. At this moment, it didn’t matter that you all were leaving in a few months, right now you were happy with your two best friends and your pranks.

“Mr. Weasley! And Ms. Y/L/N!” you heard the sharp yells of Ms. McGonagall in the hallways.

“Run!” Fred yelled as he grabbed your arm and ran off, pulling you right along with him.

[saphore]

saphore’s long ass mutual appreciation post (pt. 2)

i recently reached my follower goal so i decided to make an appreciation post for my mutuals! This is part 2 uwu

@bam-hera : oh my god you are every blog’s dream follower. We don’t message each other often but I feel I’ve learned so much about you from your asks, and I appreciate how interesting your questions always are. I can tell we really connect in our views on art and I always look forward to seeing the paintings and artists you suggest I look into. One of the main reasons I started this blog was to expose myself to art and you’ve been a huge part of helping me with that. I’m going to try to tag you in more art because I want to interact with you as much as you interact with me. ilu Oscar, u little gay.

@jenomutual : rosie stop reblogging my horny on main posts we get it u need benis. Uhhhhh but in all seriousness I love interacting with you, your url is all too accurate because you rlly are a service top when it comes to your mutuals. You are so kind and I feel that your ask games and stuff are always really interactive and it’s refreshing to have someone I feel like I don’t have to message in order to connect with, if that makes sense? Also ive only just began my career as a jeno stan and that’s probably your fault so thank your for your donations to my death.

@astrobee : ah yes, my emotional support mutual. First of all you’re one of my favorite aesthetic blogs because from the moment I made you an archive mb, I’ve admired the way you organize the various aesthetics under the same blog. It’s a system I haven’t seen before and I find it really impressive. Both of us have helped each other during hard times; you let me vent about my breakup and I let you vent about family problems. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about these things. I hope you’ve been doing well these days and I’m always going to be here for you to talk to. Thank you angel <3

@peachyjenos : iSAISAISA MY DAUGHTER! You’re a lot younger than me but I still feel that you’ve been a positive influence on me. Something about you is very calming and you’re someone I know is always there for me to talk to. Every comment I see from you makes me happy because it lets me know that there is someone who is listening to what I’m saying. A lot of times we have trouble understanding each other and where that would probably be an issue for most friends, I find it kind of funny and endearing just because you’re so lighthearted about it. You’re a great person I have faith that you’re going to become an even greater person as you grow. I wuv u.

@seofthours : you know I don’t even think we’ve messaged each other? but I feel joy every time I see your posts on my dash. I’ve said this before but you’ve always given me really soft nostalgic vibes and the whole soft stan mode you’re always on is just adding to that. Even before we were mutuals I saw you lurking around on other mutual’s blogs and I could already see how sweet you were. Lily, you’re so kind to me and idk if I deserve it but it does make me feel like I’ve got some really warmhearted friends on this site. Thanks babe uwu!

@kunsleo : ai, I’m sure you’d be pleased to know that you are truly my token slytherin mutual. The bitchiness is palpable and I fucking love it. You’re my one stop shop for all Kun material and I thank u for your sacrifice to this china line deprived community, you are a local hero. Like all fire signs you tell it like it is and I find it interesting to see your opinions, even if they’re ones that you know are likely unpopular.

@hyucksbby: you’re another one of my mutuals where although you’re a bit younger, I can already tell that you’re so talented and I’m looking forward to seeing you grow. I wish you a lot of luck with your writing because I have so much respect for all fan creators whether it be art or literature. I find it really impressive that you are able to keep coming with scenario’s and moodboards and I hope that you are able to continue being such a great creative influence on this community in the future <3

Mutuals that I want to get closer to

@0mile: I absolutely love your blog because you’re one of the only other light aes nct blogs that i’ve seen. Your blog is so pretty but you also seem really funny so I’d love to interact with you more.

@cupidjohnny: tbh I still find you intimidating because you’re a god and your aesthetic is great but at the same time id love to have a chat with u on my chemical romance where I don’t have to pretend im not still stuck in 2008.

@vampireseo: we became mutuals really recently but you’ve been sending me art which is the key to my heart and I know youre  fan of noel and cody so I’m sure we will become closer soon enough

@yvesgrl: both of us have had some rough moments that we’ve talked about recently and I think that’s a good start but I’d also love to talk to you about your interests and passions in the future so that we can learn more about each other.

@wlwhyuck: korin!! I love all dream biased mutuals, they always have the best personalities and you are no exception. I just started a relationship (long distance) and looking at you and z makes me happy to see you two doing so well together, it gives me a lot of hope for my own relationship <3