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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 months

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From the advice of @anastasian-dreamer : Here is a glimpse at killing butterflies.

Iida Tenya was… a bit different one would say compared to other children. He liked rules, he liked things to have it’s place. He disliked dealing with people who freqeutnly broke rules for no good reason, why on earth would you do that-

But he was a good person, everyone agreed. A good kid, full of joy and a desire to be a hero. His brother agreed.

To a point.

Iida Tenya was a good kid, and had a drive to be a hero. However he also had a more hidden side. A side Tensei was a little scared of.

Seeing your brother stare at your ex, and mutter about the way to rip their tongue out so they couldn’t use their Quirk was terrifying. It took Tensei ages to calm Tenya down after the messy break-up.

His parents knew about it to, which is why Tenya liked rules so much. They always had rules he had to follow so that he would be okay, safe and a good kid. He liked the rules, they were simplistic. Easy.

Going to UA was a test of his control, more so when Tensei was hurt.

Tenya’s plans grew dark and his mother Kin whispered she didn’t know if they could stop him or save him. Tomomi, her husband, just held her tightly as Tenya grew darker…

Only for a boy to save him. A bright boy with freckled cheeks and laughter. A boy Tenya began to follow and watch with awe. A boy the Iida family were so thankful to…

A boy who, over ten years later, laid in Tenya’s arms, blood trickiling down one freckled cheek.

“Ten…” Midoriya Izuku said, reaching up with bloodied fingers to press them to Tenya’s mouth. “Love…” He was gone.

Tenya sat there, staring at the man he loved more then anything as he passed on One for All. He barely noticed as the others came up to them.

It was supposed to be a routine supplies run. Izuku heading out with Bakugou to search. But Bakugou… he’d still been around when Tenya checked in. Scoffed about ‘not needing useless Deku’.

He deserved the punch, because here at the end of the fucking WORLD, he still acted like that? Still stuck his nose up and claimed to be better then the man who broke himself every day? Who had been the only one to hold back the villains until they were to many?

Izuku had been cornered by the Nomu, the ones set loose when Shigaraki decided he was bored of playing the benevolent leader to Japan after he’d managed to take power. (Or was it All for One? No one could really tell other then Izuku who hated answering that given the complexity.) His first attack had been on a school suggested by Dabi. A school where Todoroki Fuyumi worked.

They had been working behind the scenes then, when the reports came in. Fuyumi walked into her classroom of seven-year-old children to find them being ripped apart and eaten by a Nomu. The camera footage recovered saw how she froze, standing there watching her last student being eaten.

Then ice took over the entire room. Fuyumi killed the Nomu, running colder then anyone else could as she did so.

Shigaraki tried to arrest her for causing harm to a Nomu, but Fuyumi’s arrest didn’t last long when one of his own turned on him. They’d joined the LOV to make a difference, not kill children after all. Spinner escaped with Fuyumi, and the two became a machine as they took down various Nomu factories.

Shigaraki began releasing more then. Until it was just chaos, the man laughing from his lair along with those who stuck around him. People died each day, and the group gathered slowly dwindled as they were suddenly fighting Nomu they recognized.

Shouto lost an eye when he saw the Nomu form of Natsuo, and couldn’t react fast enough. Hizashi died when he was to slow against the Eraserhead Nomu.

Yet Tenya hoped. Izuku was still around, still alive. He could see Izuku, things were okay, things were better, right? They could work through it, Tenya knew Izuku was working on something with how he seemed more thoughtful lately…

Then he was sitting on the ground holding the man he loved with every fiber of his being, and nothing was okay.

“Izuku!” Ochako shouted, tears running down her face as she stumbled to the two of them. Shouto was barely a step behind her, looking horrified. Kirishima was behind them, looking sick…

And then Bakugou stood there with a stunned expression, and Tenya snarled, clutching the body of Izuku.

“He’s dead,” Tenya snarled as he tasted the blood and knew when Izuku gave him. Gave him One For All, wanting to make sure it would be passed on and maybe used to beat the Nomu.

It wasn’t worth it then, not with Izuku dead and Tenya wanted to, he wanted…

He moved faster then he thought and Bakugou flew back from the force of his hit.

“Whoa- Iida-” Kirishima tried, but Tenya backhanded him angrily. “Dude-”

“Izuku is DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM.” Tenya screamed. “We let him stay when he went against orders, and we lost Aizawa-sensei along with Momo. You vouched for him. We let him stay when he ignored all intel to try and take Toga’s base, and Tsu was captured. We let him stay even with every screen in Japan showing what torment Tsu is going through as Toga’s pet! We let him stay, and now look! Because of HIM IZUKU IS DEAD! Because he can’t be anything more then a selfish monster of a man who hates Izuku for no reason!” Tenya glared hard at Kirishima who opened his mouth before closing it.

“He always-” Bakugou wheezed, but Tenya turned his back on the blonde.

“Shouto…” Tenya said, and the fire user approached Izuku’s body to burn it. Inspecting the fallen Nomu bodies around, Tenya cursed.

That was obviously a fusion between Spinner and Fuyumi, the only other pair still fighting. Everyone else was dead. There was nothing left for them.

(Izuku was dead. Nothing mattered anymore.)

Ochako stopped Shouto to grab Izuku’s notebook, handing it to Tenya. The engineer user clutched it tightly, trying not to break as Bakugou cautiously approached them.

“Glasses, I should get One-” Bakugou said, but Kirishima stopped him.

“What the fuck are you doing Katsuki?” Kirishima hissed.

“I should get it, I’m the-”

“Stop.” Kirirshima snapped. He looked disappointed… and disillusioned, like he finally realized, after ALL this time that Bakugou only thought of himself.

“The only reason I’m not knifing you right now,” Ochako said calmly, “is because you are strong Bakugou. A good meat shield if needed.”

Tenya had to laugh at the look on Bakugou’s face.

Perfect.

-0-

They found their way to a house they were relatively certain was okay. A TV was in it, playing.

All TVs played, a Quirk from All for One. It was playing Toga’s sessions with Tsu, the frog girl a broken mess after three years, but still around so Toga could…

Shouto broke the TV before they could watch it all. Ochako stared at Bakugou unflinchingly as Tenya clutched the notebook like a lifeline. Kirishima didn’t look at anyone.

“I don’t trust him on watch duty,” Tenya said when they discussed it, staring at Bakugou. “I’ll go first.”

He wouldn’t sleep at all.

Sitting down, his ears open, Tenya finally opened the notebook. Izuku couldn’t keep all of his notes anymore, and now only had one that he always carried everywhere. He wrote only a little now. (He wished he could give Izuku a library to write it, as many notebooks as he could want.)

I have a Quirk that’s not part of One for All. Tenya froze at the sentence on the first page. What?

I haven’t told anyone yet. It’s time based. A few weeks ago, I went back in time for an hour, and I was the only one to realize it. I’ve been experimenting a little. I can so far go up to five hours back. I hope I can use it to fix this mess. Tenya flipped to a new page, confused.

I told Nezu and Momo. I can’t tell anyone else, not yet. I love Tenya, I would do anything for him. I can’t give him false hope. We’re running tests tomorrow.

It’s energy based, my Quirk. My actual fucking Quirk, not One for All. Apparently I’m a false negative in reality! I just didn’t have enough energy to go back enough I’d notice. A minute or two is easy to not see.

We experimented with the energy. I drained a Nomu dry and went back a week with Nezu. Could we all go back?

We ran the tests. Nomu have energy, but not the right kind. To go back far enough, I would need to kill four people. How can I pick and choose? I don’t even know if I could go back with more than just me.

Nezu is dead.

Momo is dead. She blew herself and the Nomu up.

Tsu was taken, and it’s Bakugou’s fault. I don’t know why he hasn’t changed, it feels unreal. Fake, his refusal to change.

I confronted him, and god. Bakugou is just… he’s refusing to change because it means he’s wrong. His fucking PRIDE is more important to him then surviving this damn fucking war. How did I not see this? How did I not realize it will always be all about him?

Bakugou tried to kiss me today. I punched him, reminded him I’m with Tenya. Apparently it means jackshit to Bakugou, who told me that he knew of my Quirk, knew we could go back and fix things, and actually be together with Bakugou getting One for All ‘like he knows All Might wanted cause Bakugou obviously deserves it’. Said some bullshit about being childhood friends to lovers. I killed him. I killed Bakugou and went back two months to prevent him from getting my journal.

Denki is dead.

Tenya’s rage at Bakugou grew reading the passage of the kiss, and grew more as various pieces of the puzzle put itself together. All the way until…

I told Ochako about my Quirk. It’s… I can’t. I can’t do it, I told her. But I said if I died I’d pass it to Tenya. Told her it would be up to her what he did.

Tenya lifted his head from the notebook to stare at the awake Ochako. She gave a broken smile.

“Do it,” Ochako told Tenya. “Do it, and make this world better.”

“Ochako-”

“I respected Izuku’s choice because he’d lose you. And he isn’t the type of person to hope on someone feeling the same. But you? I know you Tenya. You’ll make sure he loves you again.” Ochako said, snorting. “You’ll destroy the world for him, so take this Tenya. Take this chance, PLEASE.” she gave him a watery smile.

“...I’ll make sure to cause Toga the most painful death I can,” Tenya vowed. Ochako’s smile darkened. She was never with Tsu, incompatible sexually, but she loved Tsu more then anything. Queerplatonic you could call them. Losing the frog girl had broken something inside.

Tenya closed his eyes, feeling and…

“Do it Tenth,” a voice whispered. “Make my brother bleed.”

Minor notes: Bakugou is how he is here because to him Shigaraki proved might makes right. Shigaraki was the MOST powerful person and took over. So any redemption went down the drain because to Bakugou this just proved all his thoughts correct.

Thoughts anyone?

#killing butterflies #IiDeku #not Bakugou friendly #bnha #bnha au

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to-fly-with-clipped-wings · 4 months

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Prologue - Killing Butterflies

Prologue - Killing Butterflies Pairing: (H. Potter x Black! reader)

'When had the pangs in his heart become so painful? So loud? He hadn’t a clue. So, when Regulus found it within himself to straighten up and gently remove his hand from your grasp, he didn’t register it – the complete and utter sadness taking hold of his nerves and paralysing them like snake venom. He silently pressed his lips to your forehead in a final goodbye.' OR: in which the vague exposition of Killing Butterflies is revealed.

Series Summary: (Y/n) Black - the one and only heiress to the noble house of Black - who also happens to be the daughter of the infamous Regulus Arcturus Black (and the niece of the notorious criminal Sirius Black). But despite the titles, rules and expectations that befall you, there are only two things that you long for, at which you will not cease to achieve: Firstly, to fill in the big shoes left behind by your late father. And secondly, burn the butterflies that flutter within your stomach in the presence of Harry Potter (who happens to be the sworn enemy of, perhaps, your entire family).

-> Series Masterlist and Summary -> Harry Potter Masterlist

Regulus Arcturus Black was a man who, for as long as he could remember, had never felt an emotion that had not been either sorrow, rage or the bitter sting of regret.

And even now, though he gazed toward the delicate form of his daughter, he was certain that the only emotion that was building inside of him was an overwhelming sense of deep, deep regret.

A feeling so powerful, yet one that had become somewhat of a solace to Regulus. An old friend accompanied him once more. However, what made this instance so peculiar was that this regret did not hurt or impair him – it did not itch under his skin or alight a vicious fire throughout his veins. This particular regret seemed to permeate, strangely, from beyond the confines of himself.

'When pressure builds to dangerously high levels, it will be released in one way or another.'

How puzzling. From where had that sentence emerged?

Well, for all Regulus knew, there were multiple ways in which his degree of built up pressure was being released.

For one, it could be within the tears that he bore on his pale face for the world to see, or in the way he had buried his head in his hands to tug at his curly locks of hair – or, remarkably enough, as the aloof memory that had suddenly just settled its stronghold at the forefronts of Regulus’s mind.

A weapon that stood forth in times of profuse despair and desolation, yet it was one that usually remained mute in Regulus’s lovely ballads of pain and regret.

It had been years since he had thought about this memory. Despite this, however, it was one that he’d treasured dearly.

He had been seven years old, and his brother, Sirius, had been eight, when the latter had somehow smuggled a muggle book into the house. Regulus remembered how horrified his younger self had been when Sirius had revealed the origin of the new novel. Sirius had quickly been able to calm Regulus down, wrapping his arm around Regulus's shoulder and they nestled into a dark corner in Sirius's room in 12 Grimmauld Place as Sirius read the book aloud.

It had been about volcanoes and explained the peculiar ways a volcano functioned, at least according to the muggle mind. Sirius had pointed to the sentence about that sentence pertaining to ‘built up pressure’ and made a rather crude comparison between volcanic eruptions and their mother, causing Regulus to gasp, and then to giggle and cover his mouth.

Regulus often wondered if his younger self would have guessed that reading a muggle book of all things with his older brother would later become the only memory that allowed him to conjure a patronus.

When had the pangs in his heart become so painful? So loud? He hadn’t a clue.

So, when Regulus found it within himself to straighten up and gently remove his hand from your grasp, he didn’t register it – the complete and utter sadness taking hold of his nerves and paralysing them like snake venom.

He silently pressed his lips to your forehead in a final goodbye.

Wiping his eyes, and glancing at Kreacher (who was standing in the corner of the room, his own tears streaming down his face) Regulus muttered the words "Expecto Patronum."

A blur of blue was expelled from his wand and his patronus stood dutifully in front of him. Bending down, Regulus whispered to the patronus, urgently muttering to the creature.

Kreacher, the wretched looking house-elf, gazed up at Regulus, his large, glassy eyes swollen and bloodshot.

"Kreacher." He spoke hoarsely, his throat thick. "Promise me that you will always take care of (Y/n), no matter what happens. Care for her tenfold the amount you do for me. Promise -.."

Kreacher nodded earnestly, before promptly bursting into tears again. He sobbed loudly into Regulus's robes.

Taking Kreacher's hand into his own, Regulus asked the elf to show him to the cave - the Great Cave that the Dark Lord had taken Kreacher to and from which the house elf had returned gasping and terrified, not all that long ago.

Kreacher nodded, tightening his grip on Regulus's hand. With a loud crack, both he and Regulus Disapparated from the room.

And so, 12 Grimmauld Place was left in silence.

The only sign of movement was in the wispy blue trails of a dog, as it took flight through a window.

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Hello everyone!!!!! ^^

Thank you so much for picking up this series😊 I can't wait to share with you guys the story of young (Y/n) Black as she battles being the last Black, the daughter of a former death eater, the niece of a heinous criminal and her budding crush on Harry Potter Just for reference, so sorry that this chapter is incredibly short. I promise that the later chapter will be literally triple this size but yeh

To start, I'd like to set the context for you guys to make reading this book a lot less confusing haha:

The plot of this series will be following the plot of the Harry Potter books (That being said, Regulus does actually die in 1979 (a year before most of the H.P. crew is born) so to account for this, Regulus will in fact be dying a year later!! :D)

Also in this chapter I did make up and add a few things that aren't canon but are vital for the plot later on so please excuse these additions!!

This book will be written in second person

Also, this book will be a slow burn and enemies to lovers. Their romantic journey will be stretched on for quite a long time before they actually get together

Continuing on…

Your mother, due to unknown reasons, gave up full custody to Regulus and has never showed up in your life. Her blood status (and identity) is also unknown, but everyone just assumes - or hopes - that she was pure-blood.

Canonically, Walburga Black died in 1985. So basically when you are five years old. During this time, you do live in 12 Grimmauld Place, and when Walburga tragically dies, the laws of the Ministry require you to live at the Malfoy Manor.

BTW!!! I got this idea from the Demon Slayer anime where at the end of the episode they reveal "extra details" about the characters or story. I just love this idea and I'm definitely going to use it!!!

^ majority of these will be about (Y/n) and will be about one per chapter

But since it's the very first chapter of this book I'm gonna throw in a whole bunch of them!!! 😀

You look almost exactly like your mother (so essentially you don't really need/have to look like you come from the Black family) but your mannerisms and personality definitely come from Regulus.

You have greyish eyes (essentially grey streaks within your natural eye colour). This is a small detail but exists because grey eyes are ICONIC within the Black family (everyone has them!!) and as your eyes are not purely grey, it helps symbolise your alienation with your family and heritage. You are supposed to be a Black… but are you really?

You and Kreacher are pen pals and write letters to each other almost weekly.

The prologue scene is set around a month or two after you were born.

And lastly, you have a very soft spot for house elves and for the longest time, Kreacher was your best friend. Also, quite possibly, your only friend.

Taglist (thanks for asking btw (: ) - @mysouleaten

#harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harrypotter #harry potter x you #harrypotterxreader #killing butterflies #killing butterflies harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry james potter x reader #hjp #hjp x reader #hjp x black! reader #harry james potter x black! reader #harry potter enemies to lovers

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mallsharks · 1 year

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its finally doneeeeeeee, this took forever but im really proud of how it looks, especially the butterfly itself

@lookinghalfacorpse i think you wanted to be tagged in the final version but idk, oh well

#digital art #cdream fanart #art #delta draws #killing butterflies #🕊️ post #txt #my art #dsmp art #might add a reblog with all the symbolism i used #because is it really one of my drawings if i dont stuff a bunch of it in

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chrysalizzm · 1 year

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on killing butterflies (for @lookinghalfacorpse)

phil watches, sometimes, fingers laced under his chin and elbows braced on the sill, as dream holds out his hands and laughs through the cloud of colors that smothers him. even though dream doesn’t need the constant surveillance anymore, at least this pair of eyes is one he doesn’t mind showing his back to, even if it’s off-putting at times. techno made his opinion on the butterflies clear; phil’s centuries older than him and has insect-eaters for company. not that dream would begrudge phil’s beloved flock a snack, but the proximity between chats is a little worrying at times.

“they’re lovely, mate,” phil offers once, shooing a curious crow away from the horde with a searching look.

dream hums. “they are,” he replies, emptying his voice deliberately, because: this isn’t a matter of loveliness, or even of preference. his butterflies carry his messages and watch his server. their beauty is one that predicates survival, blending into thickets and splaying owl-faced among the branches. though he may not have chosen them, they’re his now, and they folded down into his prisoner’s garb, his pools of blood, his oversized netherite chestplate. they melted down sam’s body for him.

phil’s eyeing him again, feathers rustling against the cold, like he knows what he’s thinking. dream lets a bright green butterfly crawl imperiously all over his face and bolts his mouth against his smile.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #drabble #killing butterflies #itwall #i kind of interpreted them as being from adjacent verses #which is why phil is here #c!dream #c!techno #c!phil #mild body horror tw #chrys writes

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bug-decal-kissing · 6 months

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Hey friends!

Very big haul today; Tumblr couldn’t handle all the links ! I’ve separated today’s works into two separate posts: this one, and then a reblog. Sorry about the weird formatting !

A new work, Killing Butterflies by othersin, was published today, with 1/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, with additional tags "Trauma, a job you would die for, LITERALLY, a concept that there can be only one god auditor, the job is pretty powerful, it is not established if there was other god auditor's, or even wishmasters, ProhibitedWish, Alternate Universe, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Assault, it is a arena like battle, Abuse of Authority, Lost Love, Unrequited Love, Ultimate Sacrifice, Therapy"

Nirmata, by DatWheatleyBoi, was updated today, with 4/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, with additional tags "Post-Canon, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Character Study, Prohibitedwish is real, Action/Adventure, Detectives, Slow Romance, Adventure time but for gods, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Mild Gore, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death"

You can read it here:

Road Trip, by hierozphant, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Human, Road Trips, Slow Burn, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Alternate Universe - Office, More tag to be added, How do ao3 tags work aah??"

You can read it here:

Timekiller, by MaxtrixDream, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "One-shots!, Angst, Loneliness, Isolation, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, (Tags will update as fic updates), Bug Scarab, Popcorn, Captured in a pickle jar, silliness"

You can read it here:

The Shadow and the Bug, by beeeeeeaaaaaans, was updated today, with 2/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Introspection, Attempted Murder, kind of but not actually, just scarab being scarab, References to Depression, Trauma, emotional development for the both of them as it continues, Misunderstandings, Character Development, POV Third Person Limited, Past Tense, Scarab's POV, Angst, Comedy, they can coexist xD, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Torture, basically Jake's death and Scarab's past punishments are brought up here, Swearing Post-Canon ProhibitedWish Story within a Story Other Additional Tags to Be Added Existential Crisis"

NSFW works are below the cut :].

A new work, Don't eat the lettuce by othersin, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, with additional tags "OFFICE CRACK, Not a laughing matter, but i feel like Prismo would get harrassment complaints from Scarab, Attempt at Humor, Ancient Egyptian Literature & Mythology, Ancient Egyptian Deities, Look it Up, I don't know why it was a myth, but it makes me laugh, the inhuman resources, like HR but for cosmic entities, Jenny has her work cut out for her, she is quite nice but she really hates being part of the office drama sometimes, Funny, ProhibitedWish, set is just the worst, lettuce - Freeform, Horus - Free, form - Freeform, Set - Freeform"

You can read it here:

A new work, For a Chance by Kurei16, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Alternate Universe - Pirate, Magic, Disguise, Making Out, Making Love, Angst, Bottom Scarab (Adventure Time)"

You can read it here:

A new work, No More Work Tonight by Phoenixash234flames, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Shameless Smut, Rope Bondage, Blindfolds, safe signal, Rimming, Phone Calls & Telephones, Wall Sex, Aftercare, Distractions"

You can read it here:

Misery Loves Company, by othersin, was updated today, with 3/3 Chapters released! It has a rating of Mature and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Failed Relationships, I am partial to the idea of Scarab and Prismo being ex's, but how about an ill-advised rebound, some delicious angst, ProhibitedWish, References to Egyptian Mythology, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Not Healthy Relationships, Slow Burn, Falling In Love"

You can read it here:

A new work, Mutalism by Clancifer, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Workplace exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Voyeur Prismo, Exhibitionist Scarab, Shapeshifting, t4t Prohibited Wish, Trans Scarab, Trans Prismo, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Jeturbating, Sort of follows canon events, Sexual Repression, Squirting, Slicking, Dildos, Prismo is depressed as hell, God Sex, Pheromones, Insect Anatomy, Wax Playheat - Freeform"

You can read it here:

Silly Bug, by TJade, was updated today, with 6/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Genderbending, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suggestive Themes, Awkwardness, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Conversations, Communication, Healthy Relationships, Voyeurism, Oral Sex, Threesome, Frottage"

You can read it here:

#i had notes for commentary and everything today 🥹#and then tumblr broke and eated them all #oh wel;;;;; expect notes tomorrow >:]/lh #prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #killing butterflies #nirmata #road trip #timekiller #the shadow and the bug #don’t eat the lettuce #for a change #no more work tonight #misery loves company #mutualism #silly bug

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faggyvamps · 3 months

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Drawing of dream based on killing butterflies au by @lookinghalfacorpse

#dsmp #dreblr #dreamwastaken #killing butterflies

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raven-named-noa · 1 year

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🦋 | Butterflies | 🦋

i fall in love with this au!! maybe in the future i will make a digital version of this ^^

#dreblr #dream fanart #dream smp #c!dream #c!dream fanart #c!dream art #killing butterflies #art of raven birb

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elisass0choco · 1 month

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Butterfly 🦋💕

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#art #digital art #aesthetic #anime aesthetic #my art #original art #my oc art #digital fanart #autos #concept art #trends #art trend #killing butterflies #butterfly #tw blood

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primary-visions · 1 year

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Been listening to this song and I wanted to draw something related to it. I feel like this song relates to my Primary Colors Moon (even the other animatronics) when the virus is in him. The butterflies equate to the people he’s hurt and the innocence lost because of it. Even the fear Reader has of Moon after the first attack.

Lyrics Below:

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lookinghalfacorpse · 1 year

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so i took a butterfly pinning class today. u didn’t think the butterfly propaganda was over did u?

they’re stronger than u think. i expected to be tearing wings up, dropping legs everywhere. my hands were shaking with the first butterfly because i was so nervous to destroy it, but i didn’t. (the aim isn’t destruction; it’s change. you will stay in one piece, but you’ll take the position i say.)

if you DO mess up, fixes are easy. an antennae falls off? you flinch and tear the upper wing? glue that sucker back on once it’s dry. (quick fixes and cheap answers. only has to be healed enough to hold position and Stay.)

(and taking the legs off completely is a good way to make sure it stays still in the display)

the pins are temporary. you take some time re-hydrating the body, and then while it’s more malleable, you use the pins to stretch the wings and hold them there. let the body dry again, and when the pins are removed, they hold the shape. (permanent adjustments and a remake of natural form. he DID go back to the prison, like sam knew he would.)

first step: the instructor held the body in front of me and squeezed at the thorax, showing me how the wings spread with the motion and how i can use it to insert the first pin. (confidence and familiarity. i know how you’ll react to this.)

pinch the thorax, insert the pin through the back. i pricked my pointer finger with the needle the first time. the rest was easy; stretch and hold with the pins and wait. the ones with thicker wings were a little harder.

(set behind glass when you’re done.)

#:)#sorry for the brainrot but hey #local bug enthusiast engages in new hobby and also does fic research #call that multitasking #dreblr #killing butterflies #awesamdream #c!awesamdream #(implied)#cdream

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 28 days

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Tenya: Hey I wanna murder this character.

Me: What?! Why

Tenya: Cause of *spoilers*

Me: Oh shit you right. Murder time. Sorry *SPOILER*. Have to do it.

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1. The Very Beginning

The Very Beginning - Killing Butterflies

Pairing: (H. Potter x Black! reader)

"I think he's brilliant," the boy said coldly. "Do you?" Draco said, jeering. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?" "They're dead." Your mouth opened once again in shock before shutting. You were torn between apologising to the boy for bringing it up, or telling him to join the club. OR: in which you and the boy who lived have a less than fairy tale beginning

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The sharp noise of a hand rapping upon your bedroom door at an ungodly hour is how your day had begun. You jolted awake, harshly rubbing your eyes and scowling at the sound that had forced you up.

As your eyes began to unblur and focus, a voice called out from beyond your room. You didn't catch that they said, though.

Grumbling, you tossed your blanket aside and grudgingly walked to open the door to your bedroom.

Cracking open the door, you expected to see Dobby, the Malfoy's house elf, bidding you a good morning and handing you a cup of water.

To your surprise, however, outside was Draco Malfoy, your distant second cousin (something along those lines, you'd never really been fussed enough to check). He was still in his nightwear. His hair was slicked, as always, and he had been tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for you to emerge from your room.

"Finally, there you are," he rolled his eyes, but he didn't bother to mask the excitement that was stretching across his face rapidly. "Guess what the owl just dropped off?"

He didn't wait for you to guess, as he just brandished two thick, yellowish letters toward you.

Your eyes widened as you registered the words scrawled on top of the envelope.

Ms (First Initial). Black

(Y/n)'s Bedroom

Malfoy Manor

Skipping over the last few words of the address, you felt far more awake. "The Hogwarts letters have arrived?"

You felt a grin quickly cross your face and without a second thought you raced off to the dining hall with Draco hot on your trail.

"Narcissa! Lucius! Can you believe it?!" You beamed at them, skidding to a halt at the entrance of the room. Beside you, Draco nodded his head profusely.

Narcissa gave you both a gentle smile, and Lucius gave a grunt in acknowledgement, not glancing up from his newspaper.

Draco handed you your letter and you pulled out the parchment inside.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand. Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Black,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistress

You clutched the letter tightly in your hands and grinned once again.

Lucius eyed both you and Draco before saying "I don't see why you both are so excited. I mean, it's obvious you two were going to get in to Hogwarts from the moment you were born."

Draco's joyful stance deflated slightly, taking on a more poised composure. He nodded again, but far more solemnly as he mirrored his father's expression of casual disinterest.

Narcissa patted Lucius's hand lightly. "I'm just glad that you decided against having either of them sent to Durmstrang," she said, referencing the cause of their heated argument just days ago.

He lifted his chin up before sniffing. "I still think it would be a better choice than Hogwarts and all the mudbloods they'll be exposed to. Not only to mention the more respectable curriculum!"

"Let's not get back into this again, Lucius."

Lucius sighed and returned to his paper, drawing a long sip from his cup of tea.

Interjecting into the conversation, you asked "when will we be able to get our stuff for Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I want to get my wand," added Draco, turning his nose upwards. "I also want to check out the new model for the Nimbus line."

"Well," began Narcissa. "Your father and I have quite a bit of work for the Minstry that we have to get completed before the months ends, but I do suppose we can pop down to Diagon Alley on the 31st to grab your new school equipment."

You and Draco both nodded at her words and with a satisfied look on her face, she said "alright, wonderful. Now the two of you get dressed whilst I send the owl to Hogwarts with your answers. I will send Dobby up when he finishes preparing breakfast."

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31th, July, 1991 - Approximately thirty days later.

"Mistress Malfoy requests that you show up downstairs to leave for Diagon Alley, Miss Black," chirped the house elf in front of you, Dobby. He was a dopey little thing, but you found him to be earnest and sweet. His large green eyes ogled at you and you swore that they got larger every time you saw them.

You crinkled your nose, trying your best to ignore the feeling of apprehension that settled in your stomach. You'd be travelling by floo powder, and while you did agree it was one of the best ways to get from one place to another, the journey itself was rather... tumultuous.

Dobby squeaked at your expression. "Dobby is sorry, Miss Black. B-but Mistress Malfoy said that she did want extra time to pick up supplies...!"

If you had been any other person in the Manor, you'd have slapped Dobby off of you and given him a severe punishment for making such a comment. But, thankfully, you weren't and instead you just gave him a slightly awkward thumbs up.

"Ah, that's fine, Dobby, I was just thinking of something else. But don't get troubled by it."

Nodding at Dobby in goodbye you grabbed your bag and hurried down the stairs to the fireplace. You were greeted by three disgruntled faces.

"Now that (Y/n) has finally arrived," said Lucius, throwing you a pointed look. "Let's get going."

One by one, you each grabbed a handful of the powder, threw it into the fire, stepped into it, crying out "Diagon Alley!" and were then suddenly sent through a series of fireplaces before tumbling out of the fireplace inside of the Leaky Cauldron. After being tossed out of the floo network, you leaned on the wall, gasping for air, dusting off your robes that were now caked in soot.

Tom, the barman, widened his eyes at the presence of you and the Malfoy family, but there was little time to gauge his reaction. You all strode through the pub to the small out room.

Tapping his wand on a brick on the wand, Lucius revealed a whole new addition to the drab setting of the Leaky Cauldron. Not that it was anything astounding to you, though.

Narcissa placed her hands on the shoulders of Draco and you, getting your attention. "Now," she said. "Lucius will go and handle your book list and stationery supplies and I will go to Eeylops Owl Emporium to pick out owls for the two of you. In the meanwhile, you two go to Madam Malkin's and get your robes sorted out. We will meet up by Ollivander's once all of this is completed."

"Wait, no," said Draco frowning. "I want to see the brooms first."

"Okay, then," Narcissa compromised. "We'll meet up by Quality Quidditch Supplies and then go to Ollivander's."

She then proceeded to clap her hands together and shoo you both away.

As soon as the both of you were at of earshot, Draco turned to you and mumbled "Don't you think that mother does that a lot? She gets all bossy and and commanding out of nowhere?"

You looked at him and then nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I suppose she does." He seemed pleased with your answer, and that was that apparently.

When two of you had entered Madam Malkin's shop (Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions), a rather squat woman greeted you at the door and then ushered you to the back of the shop and onto the footstools.

Two more witches bustled toward the two of you. "Hogwarts, am I right dearies?" asked one of them.

"Yes," you said, answering her question.

The shop fell into a silence as the witch attending to you slipped a long, black robe over you and began diligently pinning the fabric to your frame.

You tried your best not to wince whenever she accidently stuck a pin into you, instead resorting to scowling at a corner of the room. It sapped a lot of your willpower, though, and your scowl was steadily growing into glaring at the poor mannequin at the window.

A few minutes later, a rather scrawny boy with tousled black hair and glasses entered into the shop.

He was nothing too impressive, you noted, but on closer inspection you did realise that his eyes were the most brilliant, vivid shade of green. It put your own eyes to shame, really.

The boy stood on the stool next to Draco and Madam Malkin began fixing up a robe for him too.

"Hullo," said Draco immediately, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said the boy, who did look quite nervous. But it wasn't unusual, most people looked nervous when they spoke to one of the Malfoys.

"Us too," drawled Draco, tilting his head casually towards you.

You dipped your head in hello, and he too quickly (and with much awkwardness, mind you) reciprocated the gesture.

"My father's next door buying my books and Mother's up the street looking at owls," continued Draco. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

"First-years can't have brooms because they want to make sure we know how to play properly first," you reminded him in a jabbing tone.

He shrugged. "Have you got your own broom?" he asked the boy.

"No."

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco pressed on, despite the other boy's clipped answers.

"No."

"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree."

"Do you know what house you'll get into?" you questioned him, causing the boy's head to swivel from Draco to you.

"Er, no." he said sheepishly.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they?" said Draco, "but I know I'll be in Slytherin..."

You smirked slightly and nodded at that.

"...All our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?'

The boy mumbled "mmm," and you raised your eyebrow curiously at him. The boy looked very clueless to the words that Draco had been spewing out. It made you wonder if maybe this was the first time he had heard them.

With a furrowed brow, you wondered if that was because - maybe - he was a mudblood.

"I say, look at that man!" Draco cried out suddenly.

A man of considerable height stood outside the window. He grinned at the scrawny boy and gestured towards the two large ice-creams he hand in his hands. With his scruffy, untamed mass of hair you seriously wondered if he was a giant. But even with his great size, he was too small to be one. Maybe he was a giant that suffered from an extreme case of dwarfism. He was tall, sure, but was probably still only the size of a regular giant's ring finger.

"That's Hagrid," the boy answered properly for the first time. "He works at Hogwarts."

Your mouth widened into a 'oh.' You had heard of the Hogwarts gamekeeper through Lucius, who was a school governor.

"I've heard of him," you supplied. "He's like the maid there, isn't he? A savage drunkard?"

The boy gave you a less than displeased look, but Draco agreed with you. "I hear he lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and again he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's brilliant," the boy said coldly.

"Do you?" Draco said, jeering. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead."

Your mouth opened once again in shock before shutting. You were torn between apologising to the boy for bringing it up, or telling him to join the club.

Luckily, though, Draco handled it for you.

"Oh, sorry." he said, but you were certain even that Hagrid man could tell he didn't sound too sorry. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and a wizard, if that's what you mean."

Guess he wasn't a muggle-born after all. Perhaps he was just a really slow pure-blooded boy? He should've been familiar with all the wizarding terms, even if he hadn't been raised by his parents. How weird, you thought.

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you?" continued Draco. Merlin, that boy just kept on talking. "They're just not not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname anyway?"

Madam Malkin though, before the boy could answer, announced he was done and free to go. The boy quickly hopped down form his footstool and gathered his new robes.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said Draco, bading him goodbye.

When the boy had left, Draco began speaking to you. "You're awfully quiet. Where's your usual blabbermouth?"

You scowled deeply at him. "Nevermind that. We arrived before him, why does he get to leave first?"

"Oh, sorry about that dears," said your witch, straightened up and pulling the robe off you. "Female robes just take a few minutes extra and I figured you'd want to leave with your friend."

"Okay," you said simply, but you frowned at her anyways. For good measures.

You dug into your bag and handed her enough Galleons to cover the price of both sets of robes.

You and Draco left the store and immediately headed (basically sprinted) towards Quality Quidditch Supplies.

You wished you could say something interesting happened there before Narcissa and Lucius had arrived, but really, it was just Draco's nose pressed up against the glass of the shop whilst you stood next to him, admiring the broom in a much more dignified manner.

Your guardians, upon their arrival, wasted no time in dallying and the four of you made your way to Ollivander's for your wands.

The store was rather slim and its sign Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC had begun to peel off. Regardless of its poor appearance, to an old wizarding family like yours, you knew that the wands there were nothing short of the best.

The wide, watery gray eyes of the store's owner were the first thing that you saw when you entered.

"Hello, Ollivander," said Lucius, almost politely.

"Why hello to you too, Mr. Malfoy," he said softly. His face was wrinkled and elderly. "What a wonderful family you have there."

His gaze seemed to grow distant before he snapped his eyes suddenly back to Lucius. "Elm with dragon heartstring core, sturdy and thirteen inches long, am I right? And for your lovely wife here, another elm wood too, twelve and a half inches but with a unicorn hair core. Springy, no?"

You shivered a bit at the man's piercing stare and his freakishly sharp memory.

"Well then," he fixed his eyes now on you and Draco. "What arms are your wand arms?"

Draco held out his right arm and you obediently stuck out your [dominant arm]. He then began to measure the lengths between your fingertips and elbow.

"Hm, I see," he said, nodding his head seriously once he had finished. He suddenly dashed to the shelves and scanned through them. Taking out two boxes, he handed the first to Draco ("Dragon heartstring, cedar wood, bendy, ten inches") and the other to you ("pine wood, phoenix feather, nine and three quarters").

He didn't say anything else and just observed you and Draco closely as you both waved the wands around in the air.

Needless to say, when all of the windows and lamps shattered within seconds, it was just a tad bit obvious that these wands were not to be.

Ollivander tutted and turned around again. He didn't look that upset however. He bustled to the back of the shop and pulled out a few more boxes. Waving the next few wands had no better effect than the first ones.

Ollivander suddenly gasped, as though an idea had just sprung up into his head, and using his own wand, summoned a box from the top shelves.

Handing it delicately to you, he murmured, "ten and a half inches. Cypress wood, unicorn hair core and pliant."

Taking the wand into your hand, you raised it above your head and waved it. A tingly, warm feeling suddenly flooded through your body, and with it, a spectacular shower of sparks emerged from the wand.

Ollivander looked delighted and exclaimed a few words of praise. Narcissa was smiling widely and even Lucius looked somewhat pleased.

"They do say that cypress wands pick only the most noblest of wizards!" cried Ollivander, his grey eyes positively shining. "It's no surprise that one it would pick was the heiress to the house of Black!"

Draco glared at you, his frown reappearing from frustration. He had yet to find a wand that would choose him. He grabbed another box from Ollivander's table.

He ended up trying out quite a few more wands before he came across a wand that picked him. Honestly, you were surprised that there was a wand out there that tolerated the boy enough to be stuck for the rest of his life. You didn't pay attention to it was made of but knew it also contained a unicorn hair core like yours.

You were instead admiring your wand, turning it over in your fingers. An intricate vine-like pattern weaved up from the wand's base and smoothed itself out near its middle. Despite all of the crevices formed from its spiralling trail, it still managed to fit your fingers perfectly. It was quite a beauty.

Lucius handed Ollivander fourteen Galleons and Ollivander bowed at the four of you as you left.

"All that's left is the apothecary's," you said.

All of you headed towards the said shop and you took the time to look at the owls Narcissa had picked up for you and Draco.

For Draco, she had somehow gotten an eagle owl (even though the Owl Emporium did not sell them). He looked particularly smug with his newly acquired wand and owl.

And for you, Narcissa had gotten a large tawny owl who was blinking at you with its massive eyes. You cooed at it, and smirked when it hooted back.

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You later named him Castor. You quite liked the name, which was as a star in the Gemini constellation. It was also, you believed, the name of a distant relative who had died of dragon pox some time ago.

You handed the owl a letter addressed to 12 Grimmauld Place. It was a note to Kreacher, informing him of your acceptance to Hogwarts and a request to send back one of his sandwiches in his reply.

Waving the owl off, you couldn't quench the growing excitement inside of you. In just a few weeks, you'd be on the Hogwarts Express on your way to becoming a Hogwarts student, and eventually a fully fledged witch.

Who would've guessed what happened to you before then?

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Hi guys 💞😀

Thank you so much for sticking till the 1st (technically 2nd) chapter!! 💓💗💛

The fun fact today is:

You didn't speak to Draco for two days because you got mad at him for "copying your wand's core" and gave him a lecture on at least trying to be original.

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