#where was i even going with this! i dont know!

[harukyuu2]

Hellooo I really like your works especially the alnst ones!! ><, so can I request a Ivan, Luka, and Till x Anemic!s/o?? and could you make hcs and scenarios for each one? Tysmm! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

⋆·˚ ༘ *╰┈➤ ❝Dont fall if it isnt for me!!❞

♡ Ivan, Till, Luka x Anemic!Reader -> Gn Reader, fluff, headcanons + small scenario, the alien of Reader is implied to be abusive

↳ Till is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is always keeping an eye on you because he cant stand the thought of you fainting :(

♡ At first, he thought the reason you were so pale and cold all the time was that your guardian probably kept you caged up— he wasnt entirely wrong, that was true but it was also because you were anemic!

♡ Once he finds out? He acts calm, but in the inside he is 24/7 trying to take care of you, more if you two are still on ANAKT GARDEN

♡ He will ask you to keep your trainings easy and calm, would give you part of his food even if he recieves barely anything and would try to take naps with you if you ever felt tired (practically always)

♡ Anyways, Till isnt too sure how to help out with your anemia, but he'll be at your side! -> Literally would throw hands with the aliens for you if they are exploiting you while you feel dizzy

"Reader..."

Till called you while he watched you practice, he already told you to take it easy three times but yet you continued dancing and singing— you felt out of yourself by now but if you didnt learn this choreo, you didnt want to know what your guardian could do to you...

"N-not now Till, i have to learn this" - You say with a shaky breath trying to focus even if your gaze was blurry and your heart was starting to beat faster.

Till, letting out a frustrated sigh, finally stood up from where he was sitting. - "Stop being dense, I dont want you to—" - Before he could finish his lecture, you tripped, your vision going pitch black for a moment. He was quick to catch you, even as you practically fell into him

You two were on the floor for a moment, your head resting in Till's shoulder until his shaky hand decided to caress your hair finally— with a sigh, he tried to calm the red from his face while you leaved a small laugh, even if you felt tired he kept you close and that made you happy, deciding to finally hear his lecture.

"Youre so stupid...atleast rest like this a moment, alright? I'll protect you from your guardian if he acts like a dumbass...i promise."

↳ Ivan is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ This boy is always analyzing you, so that means the moment he knows you have anemia, is the moment he tried to find books about it

♡ He would try EVERYTHING to make your situation better. Bad diet? Yeah, you can have his, he always gets good food. Lack of sun? He would try to get you out and get some with the excuse of doing photoshoots or something!

♡ If you ever felt tired (most of the time better said) he is the first one to make you sit down and rest while talking nonstop the symptoms of anemia so you stay still

♡ He cuddles you a lot! If you feel embarassed of always being cold, no worries— i think he is just as cold as you are! So seek warm together <3

♡ Your personal reminder to take care of you, literally everyday he will try his best for you to feel better! And you better listen to him, because if you're overworking yourself instead of paying attention to him, he'll just drag you to rest.

"Okaay, so you eated good today! We can have a little break and then i can help you practice your vocals on that song—" - Ivan was interrupted by you standing abruptly, but he kept that smile that showed his fang always

"No, i should train now and uhh..." - You tried to end the sentence, but standing quickly got consequences for you, making the dizziness appear while your gaze stumbled

Ivan noticed and just leaved a small laugh, even if he heard your grumbles, he made you climb onto his back so you could rest while he walked

"C'monn, lets rest a little and then i'll help you practice, you have to hear me you know! Just...dont throw on me"

With that being said, Ivan dragged you against a tree, hoping the artificial sun of ANAKT GARDEN would help you while he hummed your song, talking about how pretty it would sound once you sang it.

↳ Luka is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is so head over heels for you that he thought for a moment that maybe giving his blood to you would help :( Like, when you two were childs, he hitted his mouth thinking that blood would help you

♡ Listen, he has tons of things to check his health state too. He would try to see if any of them could help you

♡ Even if you had clones, he isnt letting you go. So, with his little knowledge from books, he would start taking care of you even if its pretty harsh or indirect with his lectures ♡ Would try to share his food with you, fails successfully because his ass is a big eater. Still, he always tries to make sure you're eating well, and when you dont, he'll call you out on it. If its because the aliens dont give you enough? He'd let you bite him to calm the hunger

♡ He isnt the most healthy person either, so he understands you when youre tired or dizzy. He was always forced to continue training even when he feels like that, but for you he'd force you to take it easy "Lukaaa...c'mon we have to learn this or else were gonna fail the collab!" - You say crossing your arms while Luka gazed boredly at you Even if you felt a little dizzy by now, your guardian managed to get you a collab with Luka! An important event since he was known as the ruler of the stage. The bad thing for both of you? it counted with a choreo and you urged to learn it well to not be punished for a mistake during the collab, even if it meant overworking yourself.

Luka sighed, standing up and putting his hands on your shoulders - "Dont be stupid, i know you didnt have a big meal today and by the look of your eyes youre kinda dizzy, arent you? Im giving you the chance to rest, just take it." Seeing the small guilt and worry in your averted gaze made him feel something— you always make him feel something, dont you? He sighed again, rolling his eyes as he took your wrist, guiding you towards his messy room, filled with things for his health and papers all over the floor. With a swift move, he managed to lay you on his bed, and without hesitation, he joined you, hugging you close, his head resting on your shoulder without thinking too much about it "Stay here— you dont want to faint, do you? So use your head for a moment and cuddle with me..."

You sighed, letting him win the argument as always as you resigned to caress his hair. Maybe you can train later, now you have a new task in hand— that a sleepy Luka doesnt end up confusing you for something sweet and bitting you!

[ikkyfics]

hi!!! im sorry i dont request often, but ive been so in love with ur fics... my atj obsession is coming back full force and you write dave soooo well <33

maybe a fic where reader isn't exactly popular (pretty and maybe has a few close friends) and has a big crush on dave? like she can't understand how he's 'invisible to girls', cause she stares at him in whatever classes they both have, and she stands at her locker for forever just staring longingly at him and he never notices. maybe her best friend tries to convince her to talk to him eventually ..

was thinking it could be sfw and maybe fluffy (maybe a little angsty if you want) idk!!! thank you for considering it if you do, and im excited for what other work you have lined up ❤️

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: in which Dave doesn't notice any of your signals

Warnings: fluff, pre relationship, idiots in love, no use of y/n

A/N: SO SO SO SORRY, I know it's been forever since you sent this request, but I only just got around to doing something. I kind of lost count of how many times I started and deleted this fic. If you read this, I appreciate you not giving up on me, and thank you so much for the message, it was very very kind and I can only thank you for those sweet words. I hope you can enjoy this, darling (and I'm sorry if I deviated a little from the request)

You always looked at him.

Sometimes subtly, when he walked down the school hallway with that casual stride, balancing his backpack on one shoulder, his headphones hanging around his neck, his brown curls falling slightly over his forehead. Other times, you didn’t even try to hide it, like when he laughed at something stupid during lunch and his blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses, or when you saw him from afar during gym class, not understanding how no one else noticed how good he looked in that blue shirt.

It was a mystery to you. How was it possible that no girl at school looked at Dave Lizewski? How was it possible that no one saw what you saw?

"You should just tell him you like him and get it over with," your friend casually remarked, while you checked your phone for the thousandth time, waiting for Dave’s reply.

You pretended not to hear, but the heat on your face gave you away.

That was it. You liked him. More than you should like a friend you only exchanged messages with and talked to when you bumped into each other in the hallways. More than you should like someone who, probably, didn’t see any of it.

So, when Dave suggested you two go to the movies together to watch a Batman re-release, you tried not to overthink it.

But that became impossible when you found yourself standing in front of the mirror for too long, adjusting your top, letting your hair down and tying it up three times before deciding which way looked the least intentional. Your hands were a little sweaty, and you rolled your eyes at yourself when you realized you had chosen that specific perfume, the one that always made someone comment on how good you smelled.

It was just Dave.

Just Dave, who got adorably awkward when you accidentally complimented him. Just Dave, who laughed at your bad jokes and sent stupid memes in the middle of the night. Just Dave, who—when he met you in front of the theater—stopped mid-sentence as he looked at you, blinked a few times, and without even trying to hide it, gave you that quick once-over from head to toe before clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses.

"You look… uh, different today."

You raised an eyebrow, holding back a smile. "Different how?"

Dave opened and closed his mouth once, clearly trying to choose his words. His curls fell slightly over his forehead as he tilted his head to the side, and he made that unconscious motion of pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Pretty."

It was a bit hesitant, but genuine enough to make the heat rise to your cheeks.

"I’m always pretty," you joked, trying to keep your composure.

Dave smiled that awkward smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah… I know."

And then, as if realizing he was giving too much away, he pointed toward the theater doors. "We should go in."

He was right. But as you passed through the ticket booth and grabbed your tickets, you could still feel his gaze on you from time to time.

The theater was packed, and the tight seats meant you were close enough that when he moved, his knee brushed against yours.

The room darkened, and soon the movie started. You tried to focus on the screen, but it wasn’t easy when every little movement of his caught your attention. The way he leaned over to grab more popcorn and, in the process, his fingers brushed against yours, his warm skin against yours in a fleeting touch that left an uncomfortable awareness in its wake. As if, somehow, that brief contact was more significant than it should have been.

He didn’t seem to notice. He just stayed there, leaning on the armrest, relaxed, his eyes lit up by the glow of the screen. Every now and then, he’d bite his lower lip without realizing it, an unconscious habit of concentration that made something twist in your stomach. His jaw looked more defined like that, and you felt an annoying urge to look longer than you should.

And then he leaned in.

You felt it before you saw it. The movement beside you, the sudden warmth of his presence getting closer, and then his warm breath grazing your skin as he whispered:

"Did you know Christian Bale almost lost the role because they thought he was too skinny?"

It sent an immediate shiver down your spine.

Maybe it was the fact that his voice came out lower than necessary, raspy on purpose or by accident. Or maybe it was because he was close, close in a way that didn’t seem normal for two friends watching a movie. His face was almost touching yours, and your mind made a stupid connection, the kind that should’ve been ignored: if you turned your head just a little, if you leaned an inch in the wrong direction, his lips would touch yours.

You swallowed hard.

"Is that true?" Your voice came out lower than you intended, and he chuckled softly, as if he noticed.

"He gained like 100 pounds of muscle in six months."

"Is that even possible?" You forced yourself to keep your eyes on the screen, as if ignoring the proximity would be enough to not feel every detail of it.

"If you’re Batman, it is."

The reply came in an almost playful whisper, and then he pulled back as if nothing had happened, leaning back into his seat.

Unlike you, who stayed there, absorbing the fact that your heart was beating way too fast for something that was supposedly nothing.

But it wasn’t just that.

His fingers were still close to yours on the armrest between the seats, so close that if either of you moved, the touches would repeat. You noticed when he grabbed more popcorn and his knuckles brushed lightly against your skin. Maybe you were imagining things, but he didn’t seem in such a hurry to move his hand away this time.

The movie went on, and by this point, you couldn’t tell if you were following the story or just the small details about him. The way he shifted in his seat, the subtle movement of his chest rising and falling with his breath, the warmth radiating from him so close to you.

His voice came low, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

"Did your soda run out?"

You blinked, needing a second to process the question, before realizing that yes, the cup of soda next to you was empty.

"Yeah."

"Then have some of mine. You must be thirsty after all that popcorn."

It wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t have been. But when he tilted the cup toward you, you hesitated for a moment. Your eyes met his, and Dave smiled slightly, waiting for you to take the cup.

So you took it.

You brought the straw to your mouth and drank, feeling the cold soda running down your throat. But that wasn’t all you felt. Dave was watching. Not just casually. He didn’t look away the next second, didn’t glance at the screen as if nothing had happened. He was watching.

When you lowered the cup and handed it back to him, your fingers touched for a moment. Warm, slightly sticky from the popcorn salt, but still soft. Dave blinked a few times, as if processing something, and then drank from the same straw without a second thought.

The rest of the movie went on like that. Little moments that made it seem like you were something more. You whispered that you wanted to try the chocolate he bought, and he offered it, holding the candy near your mouth almost casually. Later, he made a comment about some scene, and you replied softly, leaning your face closer to his than necessary. It was all a silent game that neither of you seemed willing to admit you were playing.

But then the movie ended.

You needed to go to the bathroom, and Dave murmured that he’d wait outside. You nodded, adjusted your jacket, and walked away, trying to ignore the silly feeling that you were leaving something behind.

It was when you came back that you felt something strange.

There he was, standing near the theater exit, and right in front of him was a girl. You didn’t know her, but you recognized that smile. A sugary smile, a deliberate lean of her body toward him. She laughed softly, playing with her hair, saying something that made Dave furrow his brows, confused. And then you understood.

She was flirting with him.

And he had no idea.

Your body froze mid-step. It was stupid, but for a moment, you felt a strange weight in your chest. What would happen if, suddenly, someone started seeing in him what you saw? If someone looked at him and saw exactly what you saw? If someone fell for Dave Lizewski the way you were falling for him?

Your stomach churned.

That’s when he looked at you.

His face lit up in the same second, and he smiled—that genuine, easy smile he didn’t give to the girl in front of him. He muttered something quickly to her, nothing rude, just a hurried goodbye, and then started walking toward you.

And you, who still felt the heaviness in your chest, didn’t know what to do when he stopped beside you and asked, as if nothing had happened:

"Let's go?”

You could still feel the warmth of the movie theater on your skin, the memory of your fingers brushing against the popcorn, the brief touch of your hands, the low sound of his voice, raspy and almost lazy, echoing in your ear. It was absurd how every detail seemed amplified now, as if the simple fact of being alone on this walk made everything feel more real.

Dave adjusted the collar of his jacket, shoving his hands into his pockets, and took two quick steps to align himself beside you. He always did that—making sure you walked together, close, your shoulders almost touching with every movement. He glanced at you, looking like he wanted to say something, but then changed his mind and just let out a short sigh.

You bit your lip. You couldn’t get the image of the girl at the theater out of your mind. Or the way she looked at him, or the casual way Dave stood there, listening, completely unaware.

"She was pretty."

The words came out suddenly, and Dave turned his head toward you, slightly confused. "What?"

"The girl at the theater." You shrugged, kicking a small pebble on the path. "She was pretty."

He was silent for a moment, as if trying to figure out where you were going with this. Then he shrugged. "Yeah."

It was a small, indifferent sound. But for some reason, it annoyed you.

You huffed, crossing your arms, and looked at him. "And she was flirting with you."

Dave furrowed his brows, laughing lightly, as if that were absurd. "No, she wasn’t."

"Yes, she was."

"No, she wasn’t."

You stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, forcing him to stop too, his eyes widening slightly at your sudden hesitation. The cold wind passed between you, but all you felt was the heat rising to your face.

"You’re too much of an idiot to notice."

His smile faltered a little, and Dave opened his mouth, as if to retort, but couldn’t find the words.

"I’m not an idiot." He sounded slightly offended, furrowing his brows in a way that only made him seem more naive.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I’m not."

"Then tell me," you challenged, tilting your head to the side, crossing your arms as you stared at him. "If a girl were flirting with you, would you notice?"

Dave let out a nasal laugh, shaking his head. "Obviously."

"No, you wouldn’t."

"I would."

"You wouldn’t."

He rolled his eyes, sighing in an exaggerated way. "Okay, then. How are you so sure about that?"

And that’s when it happened.

You didn’t think much. You just looked at him, at his messy curls and blue eyes behind his glasses, at the face you knew so well and at the answer that had been begging to come out for a long time.

"Because I’ve been giving you every possible sign, and you haven’t noticed."

The silence that followed your confession wasn’t empty.

It was heavy, loaded with something indescribable, something that tightened your chest and made the air feel denser around you.

Dave stood in front of you, his face partially lit by the nearest streetlight, his hair casting shadows over his eyes. But even with the poor lighting, you could see it.

The shock.

His lips parted, as if he were about to say something, but nothing came out. His gaze fixed on yours, unblinking, and the expression that took over his face was a mix of disbelief and something deeper—something you couldn’t name.

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart hammering against your ribcage, the pulse vibrating in every extremity of your body. Your hands were cold, but the heat rising to your face was almost unbearable.

You had said it.

You had said it out loud.

And now there was no turning back.

Nervousness washed over you like a wave, sweeping away any trace of courage that remained. Your chest rose and fell in an uneven rhythm, and your fingers moved slightly, restless, before you finally let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

"I like you, Dave."

Your voice came out shakier than you wanted, but it was too late to fix it.

Dave blinked, as if the words had just hit him with full force.

"I’ve liked you for a while. A long time." You forced a short laugh, looking at the ground for a second before meeting his eyes again. "But you never noticed."

He wet his lips, looking away, at anything that wasn’t you, as if he were trying to organize his thoughts.

His mouth opened and closed again, without a single word coming out.

"Dave," you called, and he finally looked at you again.

His eyes were intense now, as if they were trying to absorb every detail of you, every tiny movement.

You felt the hesitation in the air.

The weight of what had just happened.

But then, he did something unexpected.

With an almost hesitant movement, Dave slowly raised his hand, as if testing his own limits, as if he still couldn’t believe he could touch you. His fingers brushed against the sleeve of your jacket before finally holding your forearm, the touch light, uncertain, but real.

"I’m an idiot."

His voice came out low, almost a whisper, and the way he said it made your chest tighten in a strange way.

You opened your mouth to say something, but he continued:

"I—" Dave took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours again, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "I didn’t notice because..." He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening slightly on your arm. "Because I never thought it was possible."

Your heart stopped for a second.

His eyes were locked on yours, and there was something so genuine there, something so true, that you felt your throat close up.

"I never thought you could like me."

The confession was soft, said with a half-smile that didn’t match the uncertainty shining in his eyes.

And in that moment, you realized.

You realized he wasn’t hesitating because he didn’t feel the same.

He was hesitating because he had always felt it.

Because he had always wanted it, but never thought he was allowed to want it.

You felt your breathing quicken, and the distance between you seemed smaller now, your bodies leaning in an almost imperceptible way, as if drawn to each other.

Dave blinked a few times, as if he were still trying to understand the reality of the situation. As if he were trying to memorize this moment, to store it somewhere safe inside himself.

And then, he laughed.

Soft, almost disbelieving.

"Shit." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, and shook his head. "I really am an idiot."

You let out a weak laugh, the nervousness still pulsing inside you, but now mixed with something else.

Something warm.

Something good.

Dave lowered his head for a moment, biting his lip before looking at you again, and then he did it again—that subtle movement of leaning closer. Not enough to break the last barrier between you, but enough for you to feel his warmth in the air, for every cell in your body to be aware of his presence.

"Tell me it’s not too late for me to notice now."

His tone was soft, but his eyes were intense, blue and fixed on you as if nothing else in the world existed.

And the answer came before you could even think.

"Of course it’s not."

[chessboredom]

Hey hey! Yeah ive noticed when it comes to actual toxic shadowvanilla (or even closer to cannon) they dont get in depth of it. It feels like theres something MISSING! Ackkkkkkk i am a beliver of them being mutually toxic to each other (especially tr) If TR did for some reason truly became a cookie of decite, it would not end well for either of them! Think about it, shadow milk wants someone who understands BUT how he wants Pure vanilla to be a cookie of decite. And and shadow milk so caught up in his joy didnt even notice the cannon betryal, then take that and up it with truthless recules. Tr would 100% be lying for his own gain, probably notice shadowmilks emotional weakness and twist it like a KNIFE! The roles would be reversed! Shadowmilk is the puppet now, yet he doesnt KNOW it! So blinded by his loneiess, and the need to have someone to understand him! That he allowed himself be used (quite ironic if you think about it) cuz PV normally is not one to show his emotions in his sprites (other than his staff and well shadowmilk meddling) AND HE ISNT A OWO MAN!!! Sick of the owo man treatment! TR is that but UPPED!! A cookie of decite who doesnt express his emotions, able to twist it however he likes. Like i can see this as a Sm thinks hes the puppet master, while being the puppet. Tr lets him think that!!! Its easier to maulipate someone if they think their in control. Its MESSY! (I cannot put into words how messed up this situation would be) shadow milk you FOOL! Youve created your own MONSTER! One who sees you as a means to a end, a PUPPET. False fluff, fapse happiness, false LOVE! What TR gives you is a LIE and even if theres truth in it YOU DONT KNOW IT, YOU COUNDNT EVEN TELL WHEN HE PULL OFF A LIE! (In cannon) YOU are now in the web of lies of your own creation, Tr is your spider!! Anyway uh thats a little bit of what this dymatic makes me go crazy over (i have more ideas....)

ANON YOU FUCKKING GET IT OH MY GOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS REAL!!!!!!! I LOVE TOXIC YAOIIII!!!!

I'm gonna fucking yap about PV characterization (AGAIN.) (I just love him so fucking much.)

Very Long LONG post. XP

I'm so happy right now because you UNDERSTAND that PV isn't just some fucking UwU bean guy. Like, this is why he's so fucking good at being a leader because of his EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE and that he DOESN'T get caught up by his emotions and focuses on the problems even if it's stressful. Like a scene in Odyssey where Dark Cacao gets MAD when Clotted Cream had the idea of wanting the powers of the Soul Jam but Pure Vanilla remained calm as ever(And all of the sprites used this scene have his eyes open. He is SERIOUS.) Out of the WHOLE Ancients, despite his youthful, brighter amd unchanging appearance (and that's why his Korean Va is a girl to convey his youthfulness) he is the nost mature because he tries to Understand the situation and not diving head first. He isn't a warrior, but he is skilled involving emotions BUT he keeps DOUBTING himself at first like "I can't believe I did that! But I'd do anything for my friends to protect them."

AND THEN SHADOW MILK COOKIE COMES IN!!!! Omg Shadow Milk Cookie, DO NOT unlock the full potential of that Skill Pure Vanilla- I man Truthless Recluse has(Emotional Intelligence😇 LEVEL UP! ➡️ Emotional Manipulation😈) that he made you look stupid by making YOU think that YOU are the one IN CONTROL!

LOOK AT HOW HE DOES IT BY MAKING SMILK THINK HE'S IN CONTROL!!

En got "You and I... were meant to be together."❌️ The shadowvanilla shippers are really feeding on this line omg.

Kr got "I guess I have to accept you... Or become a part lf you."✅️ THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO SEE!!!! EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION AT IT FINEST BAYBEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! MAKE HIM THINK HE'S THE ONE PULLING YOUR STRINGS WHEN YOU'VE ALREADY SLITHERED YOUR WAY THROUGH HIS MASK!!!! UUUGGHH SMILK YOU MADE HIM BETTER THAN YOUUU

That's why I kept mentioning that PV is KIND, and not Nice and he is pretty much capable of incredible violence. Does anyone even REMEMBER PV having enough seeing his friends suffer when he was the last one standing that he tries TO KILL DARK ENCHANTRESS?? He does a lot of things that involves he SACRIFICING HIMSELF in the process. UGHHH!! FUCK!! PURE VANILLA COOKIE IS NOT NICE!! HE WANTED TO KILL SHADOW MILK COOKIE!!! Remember the "Crash Out" scene? That's his true emotions having throwing a suprise party. He had ENOUGH. Then the scenery changes that made him remember that he wasn't supposed to be a violent person. He's an angel! 😇🙏 Silly Vanillyyy, why would you say "I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!" that isn't like you at all!! [sarcasm](He is literally holding back the rage every single fucking day of his life.)

As much as people love to draw PV hugging Smilk closing to the end of the Ep, he literally beats him up and people seem to forget that over thinking PV is nice Uwu It doesn't have to be this way Shadow Milk Cookie. Meanwhile in the Korean version, Awakened PV had a dialogue that went, "I like helping people but I had enough of your shit Shadow Milk Cookie.☺️" Pure Vanilla Cookie said calmly. (Link to the video I made with this line.) And then made shooting stars of Truth descend from the sky to attack him. He did say he wanted Smilk to be his friend, but he wouldn't back down in a fight anymore. That's why his Awakened "Compassionate" form finally showing his real role that he is a MAGIC TYPE all along who has been disguised under the role of a HEALER.

Anyway TR ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ SMILK. TOXIC YAOI REAL!! Two Cookies of Deceit. One emotional and one empty. Smilk may be the best at psychological warfare and torture, but he got himself an emotional manipulator. Tr easily takes advantage of his emotions because he acts like a child!! Just give him what he wants then he'll be satisfied in no time. Take it away from him, he's gonna have his tantrums again.

Noe I couldn't add more tbh. You explained it well and all I could do is smash the TRUE over and over.

Even with my interpretation of canon that Tr won't last long with Smilk because of the Friendship Gang and "the universe couldn't allow this! One of you turn "good" now!", I like to think the toxicity still lives through Awakened PV since he's both Truth AND Deceit. Like a bright star from light years away that's actually dead, he could still act as of he were still TR to make Smilk more paranoid and obsessed with him in a more fucked up secretive way that other people wouldn't even notice because PV is already good! He wouldn't do evil things again, right? Hehe.

Also sharing this twt post of Tr ripping Smilk's eye as well. 🥰🥰🥰

https://x.com/41n4v15/status/1896085874628087843

[orangesand-lemons-234]

this is an unfinished oneshot from about three months ago that has been collecting dust in the drafts ... take it !

Electra walked through the bedroom showrooms, looking for something they wanted to go with for their new home.

Usually, at least one of their roommate's would go out with them, but with Joule and Volta visiting family, KillerWatt taking a course and Wrench at work, they were left to their own devices in the massive IKEA.

They'd already gotten a bookshelf, a desk and a few nice blankets- and some meatballs, but that's not the point. They were pretty glad with what they'd gotten this far, and honestly, they just needed some bedcovers, and then they'd be outta there-

"For fucks sake- Hydra! Rusty! C'mon lads, don't be hiding on me!"

Someone behind them was yelling loudly, probably calling out for a child. They shrugged- not their problem. They don't have to get involved.

Well, that was until a few seconds later when there was a tap on their shoulder. They spun around, where a young man around the same age as them was looking back at them.

He wasn't much shorter than them, with bright red hair, clearly dyed judging by the jet-black roots starting to grow back in. He looked tired- black bags heavy under his eyes. Honestly, he wasn't looking the best, but Electra would be lying if they said their heart didn't flutter slightly.

"Hi, I'm so sorry for botherin' ya, but I'm babysitting my little brother and his friend this weekend, and I brought them with me to get some shopping done, but they ran off, and I can't find 'em, and I seriously need help-" he huffed, clearly stressed about the situation.

Electra paused for a moment, trying to fully understand the situation. He had a strong Scottish accent, and he was speaking quite quickly, so he wasn't the easiest to understand.

"So what I'm gathering is missing children, and you need help to look for them?"

"Yes. Exactly, actually. Please help."

They smiled at him, zipping their bag and pulling it properly over their shoulders.

"Their names are Harvey and Ronan, but they won't answer to that-" the red haired man explained as they walked down the showcase. "They only respond to Hydra and Rusty for some reason? Someone made the mistake of nicknaming them that once and now it might as well be their legal names."

"Huh. Well, alright then." Electra said, furrowing their brow. "And you are?"

"Oh, shit, how'd I forget to introduce myself-" He laughed, holding his hand out. "I'm Porter, Porter McCoy."

They took his hand and shook it. "Electra Taylor. Nice to meet you."

Porter nodded, before looking around and calling out again. "Hydra! Rusty! Lads c'mon, I'll get ye some meatballs before we leave!"

Electra hummed before calling out themselves. "Rusty! Hydra, come out wherever you are!"

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PAC : Is this new crush worth it ?

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PILE 1

This pile and pile 3,4 … u guys decide to play mind games with me and I only could channel your last crush. 

First y’all are my blank canva. Nothing ever happens. No kiss, no holding hand, no bf/gf just no nothing ( Don't worry babe … I am working on a serie for y’all) 

Rn is not looking good for y’all. You just stood on business with a long distance situationship. I feel like the most y’all did was some phone sex. I dont even know if you truly love them but you were genuinely excited to see a serious fucking offer in you love life. Just for it to be a fucking mess. 

Your next crush… ig. 

Lol I just felt somebody rolling their fucking eye. I just heard the meme : ‘’ Again … The fuck again … Nothing new …’’. Girl, give me a chance. Your next serious offer, you may miss it because you are too busy complaining about how your love life never takes off unlike your peers. Don't get me wrong,  I get how it could be frustrating but  I am just telling the messages. In this pile, I feel like I am in a mob meeting with my boss and I did not sell my quota. (ME: ‘’Let me tell you ! No let me tell u something !) C’mon don't shoot the messenger, I am just relaying the message…Damm. While you are going to be slowly slipping in melancholy, a new girl is going to make her away too. All she can do is hope you look at her the way you look at all the other ‘’almost bf’’ that cross your life. Y’all may be straight … but y’all also never explore. How can you be so sure of something when you don't even try to test the other possibility ? On the other hand, I feel like y’all only get off on lesbian porn. LOL don't worry I understand… This is a safe place. I am going to speak from my very fucking humble tarot reader experience. We both know there's nothing wrong with you. You did the healing and you are actually working towards your goals. Most of y’all go to the gym or eat healthy or have an amazing sleep schedule. If you are not the problem but the result keeps failing the expectation maybe the problem is the formula (YES… I am an EX stem student … but tell me I am wrong … (still waiting)). Mamacita come down ! The whole scenery of the conversation changed, now we were both spinning and falling in a sea of red. I did not tell you that you are lesbian or that your life is a lie. All I told you is to let go ! Allow yourself to feel. So instead of going for someone that checks all your boxes, maybe you should try somebody with whom you actually have some chemistry first. 

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Bestie, let’s be so for real right now this is not the dreamy romance you deserve. This crush? A total ✨no-go✨. It’s giving emotional entrapment, not fairytale love. You’re way too divine to be entertaining someone who's already locked in with someone else.

Think about it why waste your sparkle on a situation that’s already tangled? You’re meant for a love that flows effortlessly, where you don’t have to second-guess your worth or wait for someone to choose you. The right one? They’ll be all in, no hesitation, no complications.

So, let’s redirect that energy, babe. Romanticize yourself instead. Go do something that makes you feel expensive, play your favorite love songs (but about you), and trust that something so much better is on the way. 💕💫

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PILE 3 

In this group, y’all may speak Arabic or are learning. 

You guys also got fucking ghosted out of nowhere and is is really fucked up because you guys were dealing with this person for at least 2 months on a daily basis. 

But you did not even tweak. You block them and completely move on. Standing on big business. 

They are going to me sadly surprised when they are going to make their comeback.

LESBIAN 

Your next crush … ig. 

Lol … you guys are going to chase after a girl that already loves you. Don't get me wrong is a new girl but I see her being amused by how much effort you are putting to impress her. While she is already in love with your hair, your eyes, your lips, the way your body moves, the way you think, everything you like and hate, she's in love with your essence and everything you will grow up to be. If you have big boobs, girl … she wont stop daydreaming about sleeping on your melons. Don't get me started on all her late night fantasy and the time she will spend masturbating at the thought of u. You are going to loose hair, trying to understand why the fuck is this girl not crazy about you yet. No shes not playing games … you are just too much in your fucking head, to realize that she's already yours. 

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STRAIGHT. 

There's a lot of intimacy between y’all. Get off the gutter I ain't talking sex ( but if you do pursue an union with them babe wrapping it up because the slow love making is going to make u see the stars and u might manifest a little big blessings). The way you guys look at each other, the way you guys hold hands, the grace in which you both speak about each other and to each other even when you guys are arguing can be about the most basic shit. Like which apple is best, red or green. The passion, intensity and grace makes it look like we are looking at Romeo and Juliet going at it when they need to decide whether they should die together or live apart. No I dont think yall are suicidal and I was no making a reference about the situation of the fight but he purity of a flamboyant love in everything y’all do. Even people around you are going to catch it and realize how different and superior your couple is ( LOL this is about a crush but I am writing like you guys are for sure going to take their love offer). People dont look at y’all like ‘’ Eww go get a room’’ nahh they look around waiting for camera to come the fuck out because this must be a fucking movie. In an ethereal and disturbing way. Also this person has a background with a lot of culture, could be Hispanic or Caribbean. I see a merge of two people with 2 heavy and beautiful cultures. 

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Somebody from your past is coming back. Y’all last relationship was with someone with a heavy narcissistic tendency. Other of yall was verbal abuse on a daily by that person. They are going to try to spin the block (Me: Yeah babe I know it has been years/months since you dealt with that person but they still have you in their vision). DO NOT FALL FOR IT ! They have a target on you. They will act like a new leaf but their goal is very dark. They want you to pay for everything you made them lose. Maybe when y’all were dealing with is person nobody knew how fuck he/she was. A lot of people thought they were relationship goals until you freed yourself from the guilt and broke the illusions. 

Angel number : 333 may be important for y’all. Whatever decision you just took, just know your spiritual team is 10 toes behind you. 

You next crush … ig.

Chérie d’Amour, y’all look the fuck good ! Congrats on your change. I know you may be beating yourself up because you hit THE goal you had envisioned for yourself. Maybe some of y’all lost weight but you are not exactly the number you wish to weigh by now. Babe is not about the weight and so much bigger than that.  You glow, your hair is healthy, you are more confident in your curves, you have boundaries and stand on it with ease. Your makeup looks sooo good. You may have change the way you dress, dont get me wrong, you always have been a very stylish gyal but now you look THE FUCK good. I see someone coming towards me, somebody that you will have your eyes on but I am hearing : ‘’I don't chase, I attract’’. Meaning if he doesn't come for you that it aint meant to be because a girl like you ain't never desperate. When they are going to make a move on you, you are going to make it hard because you are all that plus some taxes. AS YOU FUCKING SHOULD. I see you still letting them know at least that you are in fact interested in getting to know them but nothing is for sure. You know what's funny is the whole time they were plotting on you, you just never paid attention to them. They liked you wayyyyy before you even knew they existed. Believe me,  they ain't going to give up until they make you theirs. I am hearing from them : ‘’ All I need is the platform. I already have the plan’’ ME: ‘’Right, Right’’. 

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Everytime I see this, everytime, someone brings up marriage as an exception and I can't help but think, really?

I get it, promises are important (to death do us part, which is in and of itself an unrealistic standard but whatever i dont have time to talk abt that) but I feel like people forget that marriage for love is relatively recent? The point of marriage being to join households and pass on property is much older (and the origin of the whole "only death can make us separate" bc property and inheritance) like, the reason people stayed together was bc of duty not love and that was a very different environment than the one now (which is good) but it still means we're talking about a standard that is unrealistic in our current environment (not to mention the insane amount of murder over not being able to get divorced in the past, like it's a very good thing we can end marriages now)

There's nothing wrong with marrying someone and wanting to stay with them forever (we chose to do this for love and that was good actually), but can we stop pretending this idea is universal?

Making a promise is all well and good, but people change and their promises do too.

Like, yes you keep growing as you get older and yes you might grow closer with your partner (and that's perfectly normal and okay) BUT you might also grow apart and that is ALSO PERFECTLY OKAY

Saying that marriage is something to exclude from the idea of decentering permanence is kinda ignoring all the people who really shouldn't be staying together but "have" to (for the kids, reputation, etc) and anybody involved definitely feels that dynamic shift...

Just, yeah "keep your promises" but also know that breaking them is a part of life and its much better for both parties if you break a promise instead of wither away trying to uphold it for some perceived sense of duty or obligation to people whose opinions literally DO NOT matter

(If you wanna be with one person forever? great! If they don't agree bc they don't love you anymore? Oh well, tough luck, I guarantee you'll be better off letting them go then forcing them to stay in a legal contract, which is what marriage becomes when you don't feel love for the other party anymore)

Also I get most people don't want to force someone to stay in a situation that makes them miserable, at least I really hope they don't, but when (as a society) we place more importance on the whole 'till death do us part' bit and less on the 'I love you and want to show it' (or even say the only way to show it is to hold onto that person forever) then it kinda forces people into this idea of "having" to stay

And look, counseling is great, it can work wonders, but it is NOT a miracle worker. It can't fix everything and it doesn't have to bc A LOT of marriages aren't broken they're just fizzling out

Am I making any sense? Who knows, but I was raised in a community where ending a marriage or relationship was worse than cheating bc "marriages are work"

They are, but you also retire from work when it becomes a strain and you can't do it anymore. You can quit a job if it doesn't fit. I'm not saying marriage is a job, but I am saying that if we expect marriage to involve work we can expect it to reach the point where people just DONT WANT TO DO THAT ANYMORE and that's okay

I'm begging: please stop insisting marriage is different from other relationships in this regard bc it isn't. It's sweet and a wonderful experience but it's still just a love between two people and we can't expect that to be magically enough to stop the natural progression all relationships go through.

You lose friends over time but some stay around. You lose family over time (like, no contact in this case not necessarily through death) but some stay around. You lose lovers and partners over time but some stay around. And that's okay, u just don't see how the last one is somehow expected to have more weight.

(Which I believe was op's point? That they're all temporary and that's a good thing actually)

Like everything is temporary, it's just sometimes that temporary lines up with our lives bc we ourselves are temporary beings, and it's okay if it does and it's okay if it doesn't.

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

[tannieastrology]

Composite Observations

💔 Ive noticed that alot of long term couples have asteroid briede conjunct the sun which makes sense because its literally the asteroid of marriage and union.

💔 Cancer rising couples will find it very hard to leave each other even when they arent good for each other. From the moment these two meet they feel so comfortable with each other and will feel like "home". They are each others comfort people but ive often noticed that these relationships tend to stagnate especially if the rest of the chart has complicated placements. They are also very moody around each other lmfao. The fights get intense and almost "domestic" which is why its important to be careful w cancer placements because codependancy can become an issue.

💔Gemini Rising couples are so cute and fun omg. So flirty and when youre near them you wont even feel like youre third wheeling. The fun couple.

💔 Libra Rising/ Venus in 1st house omg literally everybody shipped us together. Everyone always assumed we liked each other(which i did but he didnt) and told us we had such good chemistry. We looked really good next to each other but it was hard getting close to him beyond that. Our Venus was in libra first house but it squared our 7th house ruler mars in the 10th house, so we argued alot since the day we met. Our arguements were public and everyone had an opinion but they also all shipped us at the same time lmfao. If you do tarot you would know that justice is represented by Libra so our entire friendship had themes of "justice" in it. Our disagreements sometimes became very bitter.

💔 About 10th house mars, im starting to not like this placement ngl. I definitely feel like in this house it acts more as a malefic. There will be power struggles and difficulties seeing eye to eye if AFFLICTED. I think if its not afflicted then maybe you can push each other to grow together in yalls career but for the person I had this with it was our 7th house ruler and made multiple squares in the chart. Literally everybody had an opinion in our business and also like i said the fights were intense. The thing is we were immature kids. Im sure if we were adults it wouldnt have been that bad and we wouldnt have acted out of ego but it was hard seeing beyond it sometimes. Now as im older I feel like im starting to really admire how talented he is( I always have) but in a way now where I want to support him instead of trying to piss him off lol. Another thing is when Mars transited over our composite 10th house we had a huge fight and everyone at school knew it. I cut him off.

💔 Speaking of transits yall pleaseee look at them for the composite chart they are so so so accurate. They have predicted almost every issue I had with him. Another thing I noticed was if you set the transit for January 1st of that year it will predict the themes between u and that person off the composite transits. Every year this had been so accurate as to what happened and its worked for multiple couples I observed. For example when venus and mars was transit on the 5th house during new years the couple started dating that year. It acts as a solar return.

💔 Alot of long term couples have sun in 4th house composite and they are actually healthy.

💔 I love 11th house placements in the composite like yall will just naturally get along so well. This is the true "crush" feeling you would get sometimes more so than the 5th house but instead yall will have a friend dynamic. Just be careful not to get friendzoned LMFAO

💔 8th house placements are not for the weak and having it in the composite can be more complicated than having it in synastry. You were meant to meet this person because both of yall need to go through a psychological change through a partnership of some kind. I dont think 8th house placements are toxic if people are self aware but theres not a lot of people out there who are mature like that at a young age.

💔 Good luck if you have saturn in 12th house with someone. Yall will constantly have issues that neither of yall will understand how to fix. Boundries will be nonexistant and honestly it will be hard to form a partnership. This is IF yall hide from each other and do not communicate. You need to be vulnerable with each other. This is one of the biggest indicaters of a karmic partnership and its painful. Theres always this feeling of something feeling off and hurt in the back of your mind even when something isnt wrong. Ive seen from astrologers that saturn feels comfortable in this house and saturn here represents longevity but the benefits of this placement will not come through until yall go through some serious struggle.

💔 Chiron conjunct the mc will expose all of yalls pain to the public. A couple that had this through aries chiron transit the MC made it known eventually that they become toxic and everyone just thought of them as the couple that fights and hurts each other alot. They also broke up near this time.

💔 Ive noticed that the MC represents the status of the relationship. Having jupiter transit the MC made the couple have good luck and were trying to get together romantically. They also had asteroid anteros(god of requited/mutual love) conjunct jupiter in 10th house as a transit and EVERYONE was talking about them at school and were trying to get the two together.

💔 Lowkey I feel like davison charts(which can be read exactly like a composite) are even more accurate than composite charts. Not to say composites arent accurate but when it comes down to showing the overall long term duration of the couple I found that davisons are more accurate.

💔 If yall have venus square saturn just pack it up lmfao the universe do NOT want yall together and I often see couples trying to work it out but in the long term they often arent compatible. They force it and try to go against the grain and it never works out.

💔 I hate seeing jupiter squares in composites yalls values will be so difficult to align

💔 Jupiter in the 5th house is such a good place for romance. Ive also heard of couples doing "it" very early on in the relationship and most of them had this placement.

Hope Yall Enjoyed

-Simmi K💋

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The Waiters Cult

This was the day Glisten, the queer mirror, was to be executed...

But he captured out hearts with his BEAUTIFUL DANCING AND SINGING!!! He was spared and appointed as COURT JESTER!

But then, a Partygoer Goob appeared and CHALLENGED GLISTEN TO...

A DANCE BATTLE!?

Dun dun DUNNN!

Glisten accepted the challenge and they both danced their very hearts out, aiming to be titled to be... the BEST DANCER!

The leader, Looey, had decided Glisten won the battle, and Goob STORMED OFF IN FURY, promising REVENGE!!!

and this is where the screenshots end, my apologies. I kept forgetting to take more.

After some time, Goob returned with a WHOLE NEW LOOK! His once blue fur was shimmering with GOLD! Everyone was shocked to see him return, gasps and murmurs surrounding the two rivals.

Goob smiled, "Im back for revenge. I have won over 9000 gold first place dance medals from all across the world!!

"Even from Dandicus Dancifer himself!?"

"Even from Dandy himself. Im on a first name basis with him, too. We're pals."

In the time Goob had been gone, it was found Glisten had three kids, the Glistenlings. And Goobs kids, the Gooblings... weren't even HIS!!!!!!! But this diversion ended here.

Goob challenged Glisten to another dance battle with the consequence for losing being to leave and NEVER return!!! Going first and WOWING the audience with his improvement, Goob danced as best as he could!!! and when Glisten rang the bell as he performed, one of his children, the Glistenlings, spoke up: "Ringing the bell gets you publicly executed!"

The crowd went silent, stunned at the betrayal!! One of his three glistenling sons stepped up and volunteered to execute Glisten, angry that he never fed them!!!!! Goob got the baseball bat requested by the son... and Glisten was executed via baseball bat to the face.

And then, Goob was faced with that same son. CHALLENGING HIM!!!!! But Goob turned it down, saying "I dont fight my enemies children. Professionals have standards." His back turned, facing the sunset..........

AAAAAAND that's the

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jayce x dog hybrid reader

nsfw +18

cw: human x hybrid, dub con (reader is in heat and doesn't fully understand what's going on, jayce is hesitate to engage because he knows this but they do both want eachother), implied 3some at the end, barely edited- i mostly just copy pasted my rambled from my dms to here

viktor giving jayce a key to his apt so he can feed and walk you when vik cant, youre a little unsure about this new big man coming into your home but viktor likes him, he always brings treats and his big warm hands always give the best belly rubs too so he must be okay :) viktor ends up spending more and more time at the lab working on a big breakthrough in hextech and hasnt been able to get home to you as often but doesn't want you at the lab much because it can be very dangerous, so hes been sending jayce to take care of you more since its easier for him to run over and back rq

(rubbing hands together like an evil fly) while you do miss your owner and you dont fully understand why he cant come home as much right now, you enjoy when jayce visits, hes so kind and fun! he isnt as afraid to rough house play with you he and always indulges you with treat, over all, things have been pretty okay. that is untill you start to feel weird and pent up, all of your clothes feel bad agaisnt your skin and you cant stand to have them on, taking to just wander around naked. you also feel more emotional and the hours of viktor being away turn from sucky but tollerable to you sobbing every morning when he leaves and almost tearing the apt up in a panic if he doest come home at night. you also dont know why but your tummy always feels weird and like your skin is on fire too.

still, you dont want to tell your owner, he always seems so stressed and tired :( you dont want him to get more stressed because of you :( so you do your best to act normal when hes home or jayce is there. this works for about a week before either of them notice too. it's when jayce comes over to give you lunch and your afternoon walk that he can tell something is wrong, usually you come bounding up to the door all excited and whine until he gives you belly rubs and a new treat he brings for you to try but now you're no where to be seen. you dont even come when he calls for you, he ofc gets worried and goes looking, it really isnt like you to not listen or greet him. he finds you all bundled up on viktor bed, wrapped in his blanket with what looks like his entire closet surrounding you. he can't really tell whats going on but he can hear you whimpering and see a lump under the covers wriggling around.

he calls out to you again but you just freeze, when he tries to pull the blanket back you just pull it tighter around yourself and whine for him to go away. something is very obviously wrong so he sits on the edge of the bed and lightly pets you over the covers, he gets even more worried at the strangled, almost hurt sound you let out so he decides that if youre injured, he cant just wait until you come out on your own, so he froces the blanket off you. instead of a bunch of blood like he was worried hed find, its you butt naked, curled around a pillow with your arms clinging to one end and the other squished between your thighs. he would have laughed at how your hair and fur was sticking up all over the place but the tears on your cheeks and the amount of sweat covering your shakey body were far more concerning.

before he can ask you whats wrong or even really process what hes seeing, you are jumping up to crawl into his lap and cling to him instead, sobbing about how you feel so weird and hot and your privates ache so bad and you miss viktor so much. you had started to unconsciously grind against the leg you were stradling, soaking his probably very expensive pants, but had just cried harder when he gently pried you off, so he agreed to give you your beloved belly rubs if you agreed to lay back down. he was struggling to think straight with the way you were desperately humping him and crying into his neck but this didnt help at all, seeing you layed out bare and needy infront of him, moaning so obscenely just from him petting your soft belly, really backfired on him lmfao its even worse when you start bucking your hips up and wiggling around (he can more clearly see the wet sheen of slick coating your mound and inside of your thighs) and try to push his hand lower, telling him it hurts and you want him to pet you down there.

you just know that those big strong hands could make you feel better :( it feels so good when he pets your head or tummy, the rough callouses contrasting how gently he touches you. jayce is a very strong willed man who does not give in easily, his morals always holding fast, but he is also n o t immune to the way your cute fluffy ears lay flat and you look up at him with the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes hes ever seen in his life while begging for him to please not go, please dont leave you alone and in pain. god he really should go call viktor, tell him whats going on and absolutely not give in to your pleading- youre in heat for fucks sake and desperate and not thinking clearly and youre not even his dog hes just helping out his bestie and- whatever resolve he had went out the window when you were able to yank his hand down between your thighs and sloppily push it against you, desperately moving his hand as if trying to make him pet you.

he cant help but give in, he swears he will just get you off once then call viktor, just so you arent in as much pain. hes supposed to be taking care of you after all, what kind of friend would he be if he left you to suffer... unfortunately for his conscious, that does not work out because the second he sinks one of his thick fingers into your poor puppy cunt and sees(and Feels) the way you almost instantly cum with the prettiest moan of his name, he had absolutely no chance of being able to leave now. not when hes felt how tight and warm and wet you are. god he bets you taste as good as you look too,,,,

anyways like i said im bad at the actual smut part but he ends up fingering and eating you out a couple times before he is once again worn down even more by the way you roll onto your stomach and arch your hips up, burring your nose into one of viktors dirty shirts. youre not fully sure what youre begging for but all you know is hes making you feel so so good and being in this position just feels right, like this is all you were made for. by this point poor jayce is so turned on he couldn't possibly have left now so he once again gives in and kneels behind you, leaning over so his broad chest is layed across your back, pressing your almost limp body down more into the matress while he reaches around for your still throbbing pussy. he swears he was just gonna get you off on his fingers one more time in a position that felt more natural for you, THEN he was gonna call viktor,,,,,, but its not even five minutes later before he is carefully pushing the fat tip of his cock in, trying not to hurt you. he may not be able to knot or breed you like you need, but hopefully his cum filling you up can help :3

viktor gets worried after jayce is gone longer than usual and ends up going home as well, hes already further ahead in his experiment than expected so he can take an early break, he has been away from his beloved pet an awful lot and he misses you so much :( the last thing he was expecting to see when he got back was jayce fucking his puppy into his bed surrounded by all his clothes lmfao cough not that hes too upset tho, just disappointed he missed out on half the fun before showing up. its okay tho, you are far from satiated and as amazing as jayce feels, you still miss your masters cock :3

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im so sorry

[the-silly-words-on-your-screen]

you know what? what the heck. i thought to myself 'it would be pretty stupid if i answered all these. and i am pretty stupid. so imma do it.' and here i am. if i dont make sense, (the expected outcome), you're free to ask me to elaborate

1: Perpetual. i've decided i'll simply not die just to live up to it 2: more than 19, less than 21 3: the 5 of 2 4: whichever one my birthday says i am 5: i like orange and purple and white and black and gold 6: 13. i'm using all of 13's luck, that's why it's unlucky for everyone else 7: one (1) goober. a creature, even. a feline. 8: the Miniature Soda state 9: like. about 5'10" i dont know. havent measured in a long while 10: no clue 11: 0.75 12: i do not and cannot dream 13: i can forge a sword, and know how to use one too. i play keyboard 14: i have a psychic ability to access my own mind and make myself instantly forget where i've put my phone 15: a good song never dies - saint motel 16: bullet train (2022) / everything everywhere all at once (2022) 17: the 2 lovely cuties i'm dating right now ^-^ 18: kiddos are cute, and i wanna raise one right 19: nah i'd rather be somewhere familiar 20: agnostic atheist. i don't have a damned clue and thats no reason to assume something exists (for me. believe what you want) 21: yeah. they broke my face once 22: i have never sillied too close to the sun 23: if i did they were real sneaky and didn't tell me 24: showers if need fast, baths if want slow 25: the nonexistent kind made from air 26: i mean. 300 of y'all are following me for some reason. that count? 27: i am actively doing my best to remain obscure here 28: the type that makes brain go wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee 29: i prefer clothing 30: (√(2x)) - 3 = 1 31: the infamous 'curl into a ball in the middle of my pillow castle' 32: not 33: i dont typically eat breakfast. just big linner 34: yes, it went pew 35: yes, it did not go pew 36: squimsh. tied with hemck. 37: dam(n) 38: like. probably at least 3 earth rotations 39: more than i'd prefer 40: if i did, they did a real good job keeping it a secret 41: i would argue that lying is bad 42: i think so but then again all i can provide is my own opinion 43: yes but i have no idea what they are half the time 44: not that i'm aware of 45: scottish. its just. ghgjdreamfirgrainfitjslotsgfjellogirsenjemgkjnrgemgrjneathnjkrnosegnj 46: different every time i take one of those silly tests :P 47: shirt i accidentally ordered from greece. 120$ shipping. not even a good shirt 48: up yes. down no 49: le in 50: it truly depends on what i'm doing

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Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

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[faecaribou]

on my knees asking for you to draw your interpretation of this

the whole team gets deaged by twenty years

most of them are a range of late teens to early thirties, but.

Scout and Sniper.

Spy gets a second chance at being Scout's dad + plus a bonus of raising Sniper too

Genuinely I could not get this out of my head. I spent hours on this and now literally every electronic i have is like at 4% battery and its 1 am. This is such a goated idea. Here are the mercs deaged, or what they would look like younger. I totally didnt have to google everyone's ages (visibly lying)

I feel like I did well with Heavy and Medic. They're the oldest in the group. Heavy when he was 26 was probably freshly dealing with escaping the gulag with his family. Visually I just got rid of his beard left him with the stubble though and gave him back his hair, which in the comics appears to be brown. For Medic, I think I spelt lisence wrong. Yeah there's a red line under it. Fuck. Whatever. I stole his muscles and also gave him back his hairline. Also, big glasses.

I'm going by age but I know what you want. Here's Spy. I wanted him to look as close to Scout as possible SO BAD but their noses are different and canonically his hair is much darker but I like to pretend the BLU Spy has that darker hair and RED Spy has more brown hair. Maybe someone's grandparents had blond hair (I swear I read a fic where Spy was like 'jeremy has my papas blond hair >m<') ANYWAY i dont think he's older than heavy and medic but also like. JEEZ. He just wanted to sleep with some MILFs or cougars he didnt expect children. L

The way that I'm actually obsessed with my own drawing for younger Engie. haiiiii. I feel like I would bump into him IRL on a college campus. Lowkey he reminds me of someone but I dont even know who.

I don't have much to say for Soldier and Pyro. I was getting some conflicting reports on Soldier's age so I just put him in the middle of the conflicting reports. He's probably already started his uh. killing rampage in Germany. I just deaged Pyro and left him in the same outfit because I dont actually have a fan design for Pyro outside the suit.

I gave Demoman the kilt and sash that his father's wearing in this one scene in the comics where there was like. A family photo of the DeGroot family. I definitely didnt study every single image of younger Demo in the comics. ha. ha. If I spent a million hours on just this drawing of Tav.

Side note, your ask totally reminded me of this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/60095656 which is all the mercs deaged by like 25 years and Scout is literally like a year old and its great and I definitely did not leave 8 million comments on this fic (stares off into the distance)

I accidentally drew Sniper looking too young (right-most drawing) but honestly the smile with the missing tooth gave me life. aaaahhhh He really shouldve been drawn with a hat since he's out there in Australia but oops. I gave him his mullet back <3maybe he should be 7

finally, Jeremy. I definitely didn't originally decide he was 5 and then for the sake of my sanity when I think of Spy's agechange it to 4. Yeah

Heavy's too busy helping his mom raise his sisters. Don't give Medic kids. So yeah it's up to Spy to step up and take care of Mick alongside Jeremy.

Okay I think I will eventually reblog this post with more art but for right now I'm done with drawing and just going to type endless paragraphs and over nonsense thoughts

okay so they get de-aged. how??? i could take a page out of that fic i recommended and blame magic/merasmus. I feel like Respawn Machine malfunction is a pretty common trope for de-aging just one guy in fics but imagine it malfunctioned and now they're all de-aged. damnnnnn they lost that battle against BLU hard AND this happened? L

I imagine it's like. Logically they know who they are, they know each other, they know their jobs. But also it kinda feels like yesterday they were off in Russia/Australia/German/Boston doing their own things. The younger 3 are especially having this problem. No one's sure if Pyro understands whats going on.

They're all in their red team merc outfits btw for Pyro's sake. But for the drawings they've taken like. their weapons off and gotten in clothes that either fit better or are more comfortable.

Medic is all like "ooooh! interesting >:3" and definitely wants to open SOMEONE up but he's scaring the hoes (children) so him and Engineer kind of separate to go deal with the Respawn Machine. Engineer may have to call his dad for help at some point. He is going to hate it hahahahahaah >:)

Demoman and Soldier and Pyro are just like. Having the worlds most disjointed conversation. "ARE YOU AMERICAN?" "huddah huddah" "(super thick scottish accent)" no one is understanding anyone. Pyro pulls out paper and coloring pencils and they are just trying to furiously communicate through drawings

Scout is four and since he on some level remembers Spy as a kid when he's an adult, he definitely recognizes Spy as both his dad and as ...Spy. Cue crying.

Mick is kinda scared. He definitely tries to retreat to his camper van but no one's gonna let an 8 year old sleep out there by himself so he's resorted to hiding in his room on base, which he just kinda uses for storage, which is where he finds the slingshot. Anyone who opens the door to talk to him gets a rock to the face I don't make the rules. Okay well except for Scout he's not going to pelt a four year old with rocks. The mercs will use this hesitation to their advantage to get him

Spy takes his mask off. He doesn't want to, he doesn't like them looking at his face, it just makes Jeremy cry more, people are asking him how old he is, someone said he looks a lot like Scout.

He one-hundred percent sees this as like. His chance to actually be Jeremy's dad. He was too much of a coward the first time around and sometimes the guilt eats at him. Something something if Spy and Ma had a second child Spy would completely ignore Scout to fuss over the 2nd kid because it would be a clean slate that he hasn't ruined. WHAT WHO SAID THAT. Anyway the driving force that leads him to take his mask off and pick up that screaming kid is that this is his second chance. I imagine he got some practice in with some of Scout's brothers and with baby Scout so he's not the best dealing with a screaming 4 year old but he's not the worst.

After like. A few hours of getting Scout to calm down, they have now upgraded to Scout is really really quiet and visibly upset but he only screams and cries when Spy goes to grab him. Ultimately Jeremy thinks that they might get put back to normal and once he's older again Spy will abandon him again so he is NOT letting Spy pick him up without trying to bite him at least once. Spy is slowly earning his trust.

This is also the point where Spy realizes that Sniper is hiding in his room with the slingshot. After like 3 different mercs getting pelted with rocks in the face Spy realizes he has to step up and dad this kid too.

Scout sees Spy extend even one iota of patience or kindness toward Sniper and is torn between "oh he's actually trying" and "HES GOING TO CHOOSE SNIPER TO BE HIS SON INSTEAD OF ME"

wait I'm just creating more conflicts rather than resolving anything. fuck its 2 am. look the (he's not crying, YOU ARE!) hug drawing would be when Scout finally lets Spy give him a hug and it would be SO SATISFYING and the crowd stood up and clapped and after Jeremy starts hanging off of Spy like a limpet Spy also successfully gets Sniper to come out of the room. why did I write an entire plot am I going to write a fic. oh no please no I'm busy with the time travel noooooo

[crownedhades]

dude i dont care for ink but i just realized how lonely this motherfucker truly is

like i do not know his canon outside of like... that one comic that introduces the idea that he was a scrapped project of ___tale or whatever. and paint being dumped on him or something.

but ink is a lonely dude. it does not matter if he surrounds himself with a bunch of people---to him, none of them even exist. theyre all just... fictional characters.

imagine if you were created in a world where nothing but yourself was real. that'd be kind of ,, traumatizing in its own way.

if he is under this constant stress, trauma, and delusion that everything is fiction, then his constant memory loss does make sense (plus the fact that i dont care to look up the actual cause for his memory loss).

just a thought.

not sure where my mind is going with this.

[siillly]

the book that got away

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sirius black x gn! reader

lighthearted fluff/kinda crack they flirt a tiny bit

a/n this is my second work, dont be mean or i'll cry

1k words

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It was a mess, you were a mess and this whole moving thing now seemed like one of the worst decisions of your life. Carrying boxes up and down the seemingly endless stairs was one thing, but having to unpack these boxes was another.

By the time you got up to your floor again, your legs were trembling and you cursed yourself for not taking up the position of a cardio buddy for your dear friend Pandora, but alas, living here will probably be a great substitute for that. Walking up to your door for hopefully the last time today, you searched your pockets for the keys, finding them in the back pocket. As you were about to unlock your door, the keys fell to the floor and your whole body shook, the air almost leaving your lungs.

The reason? The door next to yours just swung wide open, spitting out what is presumably your, or rather, one of your new neighbors. This sudden stunt was accompanied by yells coming from inside the apartment, “Well go and get it back! I don't wanna see you returning without it! You know how much it means to me!”

“Listen, I really didn’t mean to leave it there!” The door was slammed shut, leaving little room for the argument to continue. “I said I was sorry!” The man said, leaning against the door with a sigh of defeat.

“You sure know how to make a first impression, I’ll give you that." You said, crouching down to retreat your keys. He blinked twice and his brows furrowed in confusion. “I'm your new neighbor, if that wasn't clear.” You added as you stood up and finally got a good look at the man in front of you. “Oh, hi! I swear, this isn’t a regular thing,, Just, left my friend’s book at someone else’s place, bastard doesn’t even consider i could buy him a new one if i were to lose it, even though i didnt!” The man said, accompanied by an awkward chuckle as he ran a hand through his wavy black hair. His whole arm was covered in tattoos and you’re sure that from the looks of his ripped jeans, his legs were a similar canvas.

“You know, i think i would probably have the same reaction, you don’t go around losing your friend’s books after they trust you enough to borrow such.” The smile on your face was evident by the tone of your voice when you turned back to finally, unlock the doors to your new apartment. “Okay, yeah, but I didn't even lose it! I know where it is and I can just get him a new one if that one were to magically disappear!”

The door clicked open and your whole body relaxed as it was finally one step closer to sleep. “My books are like my children, what reaction would you expect if you just lost your friend’s newborn?” You stepped into your apartment, setting the things down on the counter and taking a moment to breathe. “Okay, i, for one, find that as a bizarre comparison.” Your neighbour said between stifled chuckles. “It’s not that far off though, is it?” You said, walking back and leaning on your doorframe. “Um, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black, by the way..” Sirius said as he held out his hand, taking his hand in yours, you murmured your name and dropped his hand, almost missing the warmth of it the second you let it go.

“Damn, who did I just shake hands with? Death?” Sirius said, recoiling his hand as if he just touched a burning stove. You raised your eyebrows with the hint of a smile on your face, “My hands aren’t that cold, you’re just hot.” The second those words left your mouth you regretted it, the grin on his face was immediate. “Before you say anything, NO i did NOT mean it like that.”

The urge to slam this door in his face was steadily growing stronger as it seemed he was only grinning wider now. Damn you for trying to make friendly conversation with one of your (hopefully) long term neighbours. “You think so?” Sirius said as he put his hands in his pockets, trying not to seem nervous. Fuck, why was he nervous?

“Don't you, I don't know, have some book retrieving to get to?”

You said as a last ditch effort to get him not to focus on the horrible blunder which left your mouth earlier, already sure that they would definitely haunt you in your dreams later.

“Shit, you’re right.” The smirk was wiped off his face, but the giddiness in his eyes stayed persistent as ever. He quickly faced the direction of the stairs and began speed walking to them, halting mid step. He slowly turned around and you wished you had already shut the door, bracing yourself for whatever he had planned next.

He turned around to speak, “And just so you know, I do think you might be hot aswell, just maybe not in the,, literal sense.” The comment rolled off his tongue naturally, but it was missing the lighthearted tone he carried throughout your short conversation.

You could feel your cheeks heating up, and by the expression on his face, he definitely saw. You shut your door quickly and slowly slid down the door to sit down, in need of something to ground you. “This is it, this is where I die, and a black hole swallows me whole, and I never have to face anyone ever again.”

There were many things infront of you, unpacking, getting used to the place (so you don't accidentally hit your hips against every corner and counter you can stumble upon), but this, this was the death of you. A charming, beautiful neighbor who you will no doubt encounter again, nope, this is it.

By some force of a divine being, you found the strength in your legs to get up and rummage through one of the cardboard boxes labeled clothing to retrieve your pajamas. Hoping to fall into a quick and merciful sleep which will NOT remind you of your encounter with Sirius Black.

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[hunkygreenbean]

We have more in common with Trump voters than Trump voters do with Trump.

Read that again. And again. Read that as many times as you need to until you understand it.

I'm from Appalachia, and its filled with Trump supporters. But these folks are far from the rich bougie archetype you're imagining; there are mfs in my hometown living in trailers, getting their eggs from the plywood chicken coop out in the back, who have to drive 20 mins into town to wash and dry their clothes, who still willingly voted for Trump despite the fact that his policies will directly hurt the working poor.

So many Leftists exist within their own bubble of other urban Leftists. As I'm now entering college in an urban area, it's jarring to hear how Leftists talk about working, poor, and rural folks who just so happened to vote for Trump. Like yeah, there are definitely racist assclowns in my hometown who like Trump because of how he plans to deal with Latinos and Blacks, but I'd say a good 80% of those who voted for Trump did so because they were genuinely convinced that he would make life better for them on an economic level.

When you've lived through generations of poverty, and some flashy New York con man comes through and promises that if he gets rid of the Woke, you'll finally get money, is a very enticing offer to many of his voters. These are human beings that are in desperate straights who do not have the privilege of knowing how the economic workings of America and the world work because they are too fucking busy working 3 jobs to enrich their minds through education. This could have easily been any one of us just by sheer chance. There's nothing ontologically different about an urban leftist and a rural Trump supporter except Leftists (supposedly) have set aside their kneejerk reactions and put in a little more work to fully comprehend how the world around them works. Any one of us could have and still can be radicalized. Leftism is not a linear, progressive path where you just keep becoming more and more leftist. You can backslide, fall off, whatever. Same with Trumpism. These people can change, just as you were changed.

And so many fucking Leftists, both irl and on this website, wet their panties at the thought of the rural working poor losing vital resources just so they can point and laugh at the dumb hick MAGAts. I get that we're in a political shitstorm right now, but those are still human beings who deserve healthcare, food, clean water. These people need help, not your derision. I dont give a flying rat's ass if you think these people are nothing more than the shit on your toilet paper, but you still need to advocate for their human rights as well.

The whole reason Trumpism thrives is because its a cult. Cults operate by making their members feel cut off from the rest of the world, by positing that the mainstream hates them. When a Trump supporter leaves the cult of Trumpism, they need to see that we do not hate them so that way they can begin to heal from their time in the cult as well as begin to get involved in efforts to rescue more people from said cult. Even if you do hate them, can you at least force a smile, at least tolerate them? Even if they don't go for leftism, can you at least be happy that they've finally seen the light?

you can be hurt, you can be mad, and you certainly don't have to forgive former Trump supporters. But the thing with solidarity is that you stand up for all working folks, all the poor folks, all the backwoods hillbilles. You don't have to love all the people who happen to share the same race/class/disability/gender/sexuality/sex that you have, but you can't really pick and choose when all of our asses are on the line.

like idk as someone who has been deeply, disablingly affected by trump’s policies, i am never going to understand people who get so up in arms about the idea of a former trump voter realizing they fucked up and wanting to join progressive spaces instead. polarization in this country is what gave us trump. i am never going to agree that perpetuating that polarization is the right move.

[blankcest]

YES it would literally solve all of Ford's problems if he was stalking Stan instead of chasing triangle tail. The bar is so very low. But also I like when there's Hints of creep behavior sprinkled into fics that dont have anything to do with that. I read a fic once where Ford casually mentions he had Stan chipped like a dog. It wasn't even stancest. Just Ford casually mentioning "Oh yeah this is the song my brother would always play to try to drown out the sounds of him and his girlfriend having sex" "How can you not remember your sibling's social security number off the top of your head?" "One time I broke my arm in the sixth grade so Stanley could sit closer to me to write notes for me. He was terrible at it."

On the other end full stalker Ford my beloved, Stanley gets into such deep shit to begin with because Ford keeps mercing anyone that hurts him and they think Stanley is a crazy killer and not just a thief. Either that or Ford just takes him in because obviously he shouldn't stay responsible of his own life if he's getting into such messes and Ford can tie him up all pretty in his basement <3

This, this is beautiful. Ford being a creep is such good food actually<3

My type of stalker is a bit more, romantic for less than better words? Like yes he is a creep and is obsessed and weird, but its for “noble/romantic” reasons. Its to protect him, its to make him happy, its to know him better then anyone else. Less murdery/yandere and more delusional and subtle.

In my brain the story would go along the lines of Ford slowly becoming more and more obsessive over Stan until the science fair accident. He hadnt become a full blown stalker yet but he was actively having delusional moments about their relationship. The science fair accident acts as an extreme reality check for ford and its why he gets SO upset.

During their estrangement Ford would have moments of delusion regarding stan and end up breaking out of it by focusing on the betrayal. Trying to ground himself. It sometimes worked

Finally, post-weirdmagedeon after loosing and getting Stan back, he finally allows himself to go full blown stalker. Letting his obsession take complete control. On the surface hes like 100% “normal” but he has an entire shrine Deicated to stan and a journal based on him. He takes pictures of him while he sleeps. He has daydreams of their wedding. Hes insane and unstoppable. He knows hes being unhealthy but the dopamine rush of stiffing stan and stealing his hair and underwear and looking at his candid pictures of him feels like a drug after the brokenness he felt loosing him.

He loves him more then anything and would do anything for him.

[wifelivvyx]

OK SO I KNOW I ASKED FOR THE WEASLEY TWINS X SHY READER ONE ALREADY (AMAZING BTW 💗) BUT LIKE WHAT ABOUT A FOLLOW UP? LIKE EVEN IF ITS A SHORT ONE, AND THIS IS JUST AN IDEA CUS I JUST WOKE UPAND THOUGHT OF IT. SO DURING THE BATTLE OF THE SEVEN POTTERS, SHE IS SCARED THAT SHE MAY LOSE THEM, AND SHE SEES THE VIAL OF POLYJUICE POTION LEFT SO SHE DECIDES TO DRINK SOME SO SHE CAN GO OUT AND MAKE SURE THEYRE OK. ENDS UP GETTING HURT. WHEN EVERYONE RETURNS AND TRANSFORMS BACK THEYRE ALL CONCERNED CUS THERE WASNT SUPOOSED TO BE ONE MORE HARRY- UNTIL SHE TURNS BACK- OH SHIT. THEY KINDA GET REALLY UPSET, BUT THEN SHES OK- I DUNNO SOMETHING OIKE THAT. DONT ASK THE SPECIFICS ABOUT HOW THE FUCK SHE MANAGED TO GET HARRYS CLOTHES, I DUNNO- MAYBE HE LEFT A WHOLE ASS EXTRA SET- I JUST FEEL LIKE THIS WOULD BE SO GREAT FOR A FOLLOW UP LIKE AFTER THE RELATIONSHIPS GONE PUBLIC. I DUNNO

ahh okay i tried!!

Not Another Harry – A Weasley Twins x Reader

The Battle of the Seven Potters.

You weren’t supposed to be part of it.

You were supposed to stay behind, to wait with the others, to trust that the twins would come back to you safe and sound. But how could you just sit there, knowing they were flying into danger? Knowing they could be killed?

You had overheard the plan, seen the discarded vial of Polyjuice Potion, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you had grabbed one of Harry’s spare sets of clothes (why did he leave an entire extra outfit lying around? You didn’t know, and frankly, you didn’t care).

The potion tasted disgusting.

But the next thing you knew, you were looking at your own reflection in the window - except it wasn’t your reflection anymore.

It was Harry’s.

And you ran.

ϑ𐑞...

Flying wasn’t the hard part - it was dodging.

Spells zipped past you, green and red blurs cutting through the night. You had no real strategy. You just had to find them. Make sure they were okay.

Then you spotted them.

Fred and George, well, what looked like them. In reality it was two Harry's, but you could tell by the way they moved it was them, lying with their respective partners. You felt a surge of relief - until a curse came too fast, too close.

You barely had time to twist away. The spell caught your shoulder, burning hot as it seared through fabric and skin alike. You screamed, lost control, and spiraled downward.

The last thing you heard before the world went black was someone shouting your name.

ϑ𐑞...

When you woke up, you were on the ground. Someone was shaking you. Voices. Urgent, panicked.

You groaned, trying to sit up, but your body ached - your head spun-

“Who is that?” someone demanded.

“Another Harry?”

“That doesn’t make any sense-”

“They're hurt!”

And then, as the Polyjuice Potion began to wear off, silence fell.

Because where there had been eight Harrys, now there were seven.

And one very injured, very stupid girl lying in the grass.

Fred and George were the first to react.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL-?!”

ϑ𐑞...

You barely had time to blink before they were on you.

“What were you thinking?!” George’s voice was wild, frantic, but his hands were gentle as he hovered over you, terrified to touch the burns on your arm.

Fred was pale, gripping his hair like he wanted to rip it out. “You-! You absolute menace! You could’ve died!”

Everyone else was too stunned to speak.

“You-” George’s voice cracked. “You drank the Polyjuice Potion. On purpose?”

You winced. “I just- I needed to make sure you were okay-”

Fred let out a strangled noise. “That’s not your job!”

George grabbed your face, eyes blazing with something raw and terrified. “If you ever do something like that again, I swear to Merlin-”

You expected anger. But what you didn’t expect was the way he crushed you into his chest, holding you so tight you could barely breathe.

Fred followed, arms wrapping around both of you.

And then George whispered, voice shaking, “I thought we lost you.”

You clung to them, guilt and relief tangled together. “I’m sorry,” you murmured.

Fred exhaled sharply. “You should be.”

But neither of them let go.

And neither of them would - not for a long, long time.