#gnargls

[amortentia-over-ice]

Cross The Line - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: Being friends with Sebastian hadn't always been easy, but it had been worth it. You had stood with him through everything, and just as things feel like all is right in the world, he suddenly starts to ignore you for no reason. And you don't necessarily take it well when you're ignored.

Warnings: 18+, slight bondage, characters aged up, smut, p in v

Word Count: 3.6k (bit of an intro for this one)

Sebastian had been avoiding your gaze like you had the damn plague.

It had started out of nowhere. One day...you're both all laughs and chuckles on the sidelines of summoners court. Leander's poses were ridiculous, and you both couldn't help but exchange a few jokes about it.

There had been nothing wrong for the first time in forever, and the spring weather had just started making you and Sebastian entirely carefree as you relaxed together in the grass.

You hadn't noticed as the breeze picked up, accidentally blowing a tangle of your unruly hair into Sebastian's face.

You snorted as his eyes widened whilst your hair attacked him, you apologized trying to tame and untangle him from it. His laugh was softer, though, when he beat you to it. His fingers wrapped around the whipping curl and you paused as he tucked it behind your ear.

You thought you caught something in his eyes, but it was gone before you had time to think.

“Your hair is it’s own magical beast, we ought to study it in class.” He joked ruefully.

You swatted him again. 

“Oh yeah? And how about yours Sebastian? Seems like it’s a topic of study for half the female population already anyhow.”

“And some of the male.” He added smugly. 

“Yes, them too. So bugger off about my own hair already. We all can’t be so lucky.” 

He smiled at you a moment longer, before turning his attention back to summoner’s court.

You had always bantered like this. He was easy to talk to, especially after navigating 5th and 6th year together....in your seventh everything had felt right in line for once. Like you might have been able to relax with each other after having gone through so much.

But you didn’t get to relax for long. 

The next day, you tried to approach him at the Slytherin table, offering him another joke at Leander's expense. All he had offered in return was a weak smile before turning to start a conversation with the witch on the other side of him.

Your smile faltered, but you shook it off. That had been weird, but you tried not to think too much of it. Maybe it had just been a bad joke?

Then, a few days later, you caught up to him in the corridors, slightly out of breath after calling his name to find no answer.

“Sebastian - do you have gnargles in your ears today? I’ve been calling your name for Merlin knows how long.. ” You scolded him, still lightly but the smile wiped from your face when he just shrugged and stated, 

“Were you? Sorry. Mind’s been preoccupied with a Runes assignment. I’ll catch you later though.” 

You knew a dismissal when you saw one. This time, hurt and anger rose as you were left standing in the middle of the corridor as he hurried off. 

But you were nothing if not stubborn. And you would not be ignored. 

Walking into Charms, you saw that the seat next to him was still open...despite his pile of bags and books he had placed on the seat to make it seem occupied. 

You stomped over, unceremoniously shoving his things to the floor and primly seating yourself down. He startled, looking at you with a glare. 

“No other seats in this room seemed to strike your fancy today?” He snapped. 

“Why- don’t want to sit next to me? Do I smell like a dugbog or something?” You snapped right back, despite your heated cheeks.

His own heated in return underneath his freckles as he sighed in annoyance, crossing his arms over his stack of books to rest his head upon them. He pulled his cloak’s hood over the unruly mess of brown and it was the last you saw of him for the rest of the lecture. 

The entire time you were fidgeting uncontrollably. Your knee tapping had both of your notes almost impossible to take. 

At one point, your knee accidentally brushed against Sebastian’s underneath the desk, and he jolted with so much force that the desk shook as his leg flew up with a bang to the underside of the table.

He gave you an icy glare which you returned as well. 

Right as the bell rang, Sebastian clumsily gathered his books and shot up out of his seat to storm his way out, but not before you followed in determination. 

“Sebastian. Talk to me.” You half whispered before grabbing his arm to keep him there. He whirled and looked at you as if you had burned him, his expression switching from anger, to what almost looked like pain for a minute, before indifference settled in. 

“You’re becoming quite a distraction, you know.” 

His words hit you like a brick in your stomach, and you eventually released him to let him storm off again. 

You had turned the words over in your head as you went through the rest of your day. Distraction? How? You had hardly been in his vicinity long enough this week to distract him from anything. 

You were not as gentle with potting your dittany as you should have been, grumbling that, if anything, it was Sebastian who had been distracting you now. 

You had skipped supper that night, opting to brood in the undercroft instead...only to find that Sebastian had the same idea. 

“No-“ He went to stand from the chair he had been seated in, but you had enough. 

“Incancerous!”

You had your wand out of your robe pocket before Sebastian could see the movement, and he grunted as as cords from thin air materialized around his torso to tie him to the chair. His look of absolute shock was almost satisfying. Almost. 

Just to be sure, you flicked your wand again to make sure his hands were bound behind his back as well.

“Are you mad?” Sebastian fidgeted with the restraints to find himself fully detained, but when he looked back at you his eyes held you in what you could only define as slight curiosity. 

It was enough to embolden you more, as if tying up Sebastian Sallow wasn’t enough. He watched as you walked over to him, his brown eyes meeting yours with an arched brow as your head dipped down until you were mere centimeters from his face. 

“Me? Mad? It’s possible....” You teased with a grin, and you swore you saw the corner of his lip twitch as if he was fighting a smile. You were both certainly mad in your own right if this is what it took to finally confront the truth you both had been avoiding.

 “...You’ve been running from me all week, after all, so this was the only thing I could think of to get you to stay put.”

You confessed, watching as his expression turned pained, if just for a moment. 

“Do you deny it?” You pressed him again, and his gaze flickered just slightly down to your lips. He let out a low sigh.

“Like I said. I’ve had a bit on my mind I’ve been trying to sort through. Distractions don’t help.”  

You watched as his eyes tried to find any place else on your body to focus on besides your lips, but it was hard to hide much when he was stuck in place. 

Your heart pounding as an idea came into your mind. An entirely mad one...but as Sebastian had pointed out already, madness had already been established here. Your breath fluttered out nervously before you moved.

“A distraction...?” You murmured hesitantly “...or a temptation?” When your finger tilted his jaw up to meet your eyes again, another low breath left his lips and you felt it brush against your own as you both regarded each other. 

His brows furrowed together stubbornly, but he didn’t look away as he finally said, 

“Does the difference matter?” He uttered, almost indolently as if in defeat.

But you didn’t want him to keep resisting. So you decided to give in. 

You move forward as you both hold your breath, and slowly lower yourself, sliding yourself right onto his lap, crossing into new territory. 

“What are you...” The hushed protest dies in his throat as you press hard against him, arms tangling behind his neck as you line your body against his. You are slightly trembling, and as if realizing that his breath hitches.

And oh. The fit of him against you lines so perfectly. It also allows you to feel the way his heart absolutely thunders, echoing your own.

He lets out a low curse and you swear you see his fingers twitching, itching to touch you.

But touching was an option he’d have to earn. 

You lean back only to observe his expression that is almost pained in his attempt to not just lean forward and capture your mouth right then and there. So, Sebastian watches it instead as you speak. 

“Well...If I’m just a distraction I suppose this will simply annoy you...”

Your other hand drags lower down his abdomen, tugging his shirt tail up to reveal skin, letting your nails slide under the cloth and trail the freckled abdomen you had dreamed about. Immediately he tightens under your touch. You raise your brow at him with a pleased grin.

“But, if I’m a temptation...try and resist me then.”

You nip against his ear and he groans. You had more where that came from.

You kiss everywhere along his neck, his jaw, everywhere besides his lips. His body tenses as if trying hard to continue to resist, but suddenly you feel the hard press of his cock harden against you in response. You sigh with a slightly smug smile of validation. You knew it. You knew he wanted this too.

"Fuck," The words are a groan and you decide to smile sweetly in victory.

"Maybe...it's possible." You whisper between kissing his freckles, "...that you don't want to resist?"

Your words are teasing, but hope lingers at the edges that it's enough for him to nuzzle against you.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for ...” He breathlessly exhales. Then he moves to find your neck. You feel a slight, nervous, pause as his breath coasts down your neck, raising your flesh with his heat. Then, suddenly, he nuzzles down the column of your throat inhaling as if trying to drink in your scent, straining against the ropes. Soft kisses start to pepper against your skin, slowly, as if this was a moment he had been fighting for a while. You lean back to find his eyes, holding them as you say 

“I know what I want, Sebastian.”

You take his words as an opportunity to shift your hips, tracing the length of him between your legs. He lets out another sharp noise as his lips find your skin again in immediate response. Your hand lifts to tangle in his hair to keep him there, tilting your head back and losing yourself in the feel of his open mouthed kisses against your neck...

But you couldn’t let him have all the fun yet. And you still did have to remind him that he had ignored you for an entire week for no reason. 

You lean away from his kiss, though the heat building is hard to leave and his confusion finds you before you lean to lick at his collar bone, slowly removing his shirt where you could, leaving it open everywhere the ropes didn’t bind, biting along the way as another playful punishment, licking your marks as you went. 

But your own...you let that completely fall to the floor to reveal nothing underneath. His eyes widen, dark with desire as they drink you in. 

There is no denying it anymore. This thing between the two of you. But you wanted to hear him say it. 

“Temptation it is then.” 

You whisper as you decided for him, and all he can do is nod in confirmation as he fights for his breath. 

“It’s a line we shouldn’t cross.” He utters in return as everything suspends between you both for a moment.

“We’ve always crossed lines, Sebastian. Since fifth year. Let’s not stop now.”

“That’s exactly why...we ...what I did...you..” Your eyes cloud and as if seeing the need in yours for the first time, his words soften, “..w-why we shouldn’t.” 

“Stop holding on to the past, Sebastian. You only get two options. Now or never. I didn’t tie you up for you to still run away from me."

Your words soften, pressing, as he can't meet your eyes, "...Tell me why we shouldn’t. Or tell me that you want me.” Your words tumbled out, desperate and needing him to tell you what you yearned to hear. 

“Fuck.” His breath is shallow, and then his finally eyes meet yours, serious and unsettling. In a ragged breath he finally gives in. 

“You know I do.” His breath is strangled as the words stumble out..his brown eyes locked on yours, “... I want you. Ever since your damn hair got in my face and all I could breathe was your scent. It’s intoxicating. I’ve wanted you since then. And probably before that. Even though I shouldn’t. I do.” 

His last word cracks in desperation and you meet it with the desperation of your own as you lean forward to capture his lips finally.

A slight whimper escapes your mouth as he meets your kiss with a hunger you weren’t ready for, his open mouth against yours as his tongue rolls to find yours, teeth and tongue, biting and sucking and everywhere, before you can register it. It’s as if he was waiting to devour your. 

His hips rock into yours, the only movement he can manage whilst still tied, and you press hard back against him. The electric charge between you is palpable and despite months of build up it’s only taking seconds for you both to lose yourselves in each other.

Your hair tangles into his brown curls as he gives an appreciative moan into your kiss, you let your fingers tug him closer to you and he kisses you harder, but the ropes groan with how hard he fights them to get closer. 

But not yet.

Your hands travel down as your mouth stays on his, deftly undoing the buttons of his trousers, and shoving them downwards past his knees until his cock springs loose. He groans again and then all but looses his breath as your hands wrap around him. He bucks right into your hands and you breathe words of praise to him. 

“S-shit.” He took in another shaky inhale as your hand moved in a steady rhythm along his length, savoring the feel of him, and finding his girth was enough to have to use both of your hands. Friction still found you, however, with a small adjustment you were able to ride it out against his thigh. The combination of your skin on his now bare thigh, your hands wrapped around his cock...Sebastian was reeling with want as he groaned into your mouth. He pulled back as his cock became harder in your hands, eyes on you with a demanding low growl. 

“That’s it. Untie me. I need my hands on you.” 

You nipped at his lips, and he he hissed. You gave him a smile as your scratchy voice taunted him, 

“Finally telling me what you want like a big boy. Much better.” 

Your hand barely flicks your wand to remove the bindings before his is around your wrist, and the other gripping your hip to pull you back towards him and locking you against him. 

His hand momentarily comes up to tangle in your mess of hair, wrapping it around his hand with a tug.

"I've been wanting to pull on this damn hair since fucking summoner's court." He hisses out before kissing you again. His hand returns to your jaw to kiss you deeper, you moaned into his kiss, and he groaned in return at the sound. He lets his hand at your hip travel down to cup your ass and press you harder against his erection. 

“Did you want me to tell you how many times I’ve been dreaming of fucking you? Of having you right here like this? Do you want that?” 

His breath is shallow against your lips as the confession of his desires has a deep feeling of wanting pulling at your lower stomach, the words going through you like thunder. 

“Yes." You whimper, the word is show and clipped, your hips move mindlessly to show him exactly how much.

Catching your meaning, his hand left your jaw to still your hips, then he went further down until he found your clit, one finger at your apex as the other dipped into you. He exhaled with want as a filthy sound comes out of your throat. 

“So wet for me.” He sighs, and you let out a needy whimper as he continues to work you, pleasure pooling and making a mess between you both. You feel his rock hard cock twitch against your thigh just at the sensation. 

“Sebastian -- Please..”  

But now that his hands are free, Sebastian is painstakingly slow. Continuing to rub against your swollen nub as he watches you writhe and gasp against him as if it’s the most incredible thing he’s ever seen, watching your every movement. His other travels up your abdomen, to your breast, thumb rubbing over your peaked nipple as he takes in every inch of you, and every inch of you is begging for him.

You realized how badly you had needed him. How you couldn’t stand the brief moment of there being a possibility you were invisible to him, because it was apparent he had seen every inch of you as his hands undid you piece by piece. 

Your hands gripped his curls.

“Sebastian-“ Your breath came faster, as did his.

“That’s it.. Breathe through it, darling. Let me see you..” His shallow praise finally pushed you over the edge as your orgasm rolled through you, and you rode his finger still in you while he drank you in, crying out as you fell against him. 

Next thing you knew, his hands were around you, holding you to pick you up and lower you both to the ground. 

“Merlin -“ He slurs in desire, your name falling like a praise from his lips as he found yours again, never far. 

He parts your thighs with his knee, his eagerness apparent as his body pressed yours deliciously into the floor. You rise to meet him, your own legs wrap around him eagerly as you kiss along his bare chest. You need all of him. Your hips demandingly reach upwards to drag the wetness he drew from you all along his shaft. 

He inhaled sharply as he pulled away briefly, exhaling as his hand cupped your cheek as you both paused for a moment. 

“I- If we do this..”

“Yes.” You cut him off with assured and breathless words.  

“Are you...sure?” 

You pulled his forehead down to yours. 

“I want to cross every line with you.”

He exhaled, as if in relief, and this time when your lips met they moved slowly against each other, as if savoring every movement. 

Vaguely, you felt his fingers hook your soaked cloth to the side, and and the blunt press of his head against your folds. 

You both inhaled, and in the next moment he was pressing inside of you as the line was not only crossed, but entirely decimated. A sinful noise fell from your lips as he filled you.

The feeling was so sweet that you whimpered again, his eyes widened to make sure you were okay, you only nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His shaky breath turned into a groan as his hips pushed deeper into you, sinking in completely. 

“Merlin- fuck. You feel amazing.” 

You sighed in agreement against his ear, his brown curls rustling from your air. 

Then he moved and those sighs turned into hard and fast moans, as you held him like an anchor as he thrusted deep into you. 

There was no holding back. For either for you. The pace was unrelenting as your breath mingled together, praise falling from his lips, his name as a moan from yours. 

As he filled you, his hands traveled along your body, worshipping every inch of skin he could reach, reassuring kisses placed on the nape of your collarbone, until his mouth inevitably found yours again, after years of wanting your lips, he refused to leave them alone. 

His hips drew every ounce of pleasure from you, drawing out slowly only to plunge back in. A sweet torture that had you trembling under him. A hand reached behind him to hold your thigh, pressing it against him to steady you as his clouded eyes watched your face twist with desire under him. He had never imagined how much it would undo him to watch you like this, as you both fell apart together. 

His grip tightens on your thigh, as he tries to still his thrusts, but you protest as your hips roll towards him again to push him deeper yourself. He lets out half of a laugh and half a moan. 

“Don’t hold back from me. Never again.” You breathe out in demand.

He presses back into you wholeheartedly as he promises you, “Never again.” 

The pace increases between you again, desperate, driving each other towards that cliff and your fingers grip his hair again in warning. Then, with a particularly deep thrust, your back starts arching off the ground as the wave inside of you builds around him.

“Seb-“ You gasp, unable to warn him but your muscles clench around him, almost refusing to let him leave your body. You bow under his movements, relishing and taking all he was giving you. 

“Fuck - I can feel you- I’m going to-“ His words are clipped, telling you he’s right there with you. 

Suddenly, his hands find yours, pinning them above your head, allowing him the leverage to thrust deeper into a broken and unrelenting rhythm that had your legs widening and hips rocking to meet him as he drew in and out. Your heated gaze locked on his as the rhythm of your shared pace caused the world to explode into stars around you.

You cry his name as your body combusts around him, he groans  a curse in response as your walls unforgivingly contract around his cock. Your name on his breath is a quick beat, between gasping breaths, until he shudders and falls against you, the hot feel of him filling you...and then the feel of him spilling out of you.

But his hips are won’t to stop, and he continues to move inside of you as your body milks every bit of his own orgasm, pushing through the mess of your juices spilling together between you. 

You both fight to catch your breath, and he looks at you in a way you had seen once before but thought you imagined. 

This time you don’t imagine it. 

He loves you. 

His hand gently cusps your cheek again, leaning his forehead against yours before pressing a tender kiss against your lips. 

As you kiss him back, you now you feel the same. He was a line you would cross again, and again, and again. 

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanficiton #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #y/n

[vulpes115]

Where the Marauders Era Characters Lived During the War

James and Lily - Bought a house together with a little help from Effie and Monty

Sirius and Remus - Lived together in Sirius’s flat that Sirius was able to afford thanks to Uncle Alphard

Peter - Still lived at his mom’s house but he’d disappear for periods of time (huh, what’s up with that?)

Marlene and Mary - They rented a flat together in muggle London, they supported it as Mary, and Marlene, would do some shifts at a local diner before Marlene had to quit due to the Order needing her at too random of a time. Mary wanted more independence from her family, Marlene wanted that too (her and her mom had issues) but also she wanted to stay away from her family because she didn’t want to risk them getting hurt

Dorcas - Her family kicked her out (it was not done out of maliciousness for the record, it was them trying to force Dorcas into not joining the Order and risking her life…it did not work and then Dorcas was too stubborn and too scared of her family getting caught in the crossfire to come home when they rescinded the deal and started begging her to come back…whoops.). The Tonks family offered to take her in as Andromeda knew the feelings of trying to prove yourself the ‘good Slytherin’ that drove Dorcas. Plus Andromeda just missed having sisters and appreciated having another young women live with her. Also Dora adored her and she may or may not have been 7 year old Dora’s gay awakening and a big inspiration for why she wanted to be an auror.

Dorcas and Marlene - Eventually Dorcas was able to get a job as an auror (Mad-Eye was ok counting her Order missions as her training, as she got more in the field action than your average recruit and after a very abridged two months of more ‘official’ training overseen by Alice, she got hired) and after she got enough money to buy her own flat, she did. Marlene naturally came with, especially since Mary and Marlene had taken to fighting about the war and their positions in it, so by early 1981 they were living in a shared flat together.

Regulus - Lived at Grimmauld Place his entire life

Evan and Barty - As soon as Barty graduated, he moved to the Rosier manor, especially as he got more involved with the Death Eaters. Evan’s father was ok with Barty living under his roof as long as he seemed a loyal follower of Voldemort and he didn’t suspect the two’s relationship. However Evan and Barty did take that opportunity to share a room, even if they had to be discreet about it.

Pandora - Evan made it part of the deal with their father that if he got the dark mark, Pandora would stay out of the war so he sent her to go live with a relative in France, however after engagement plans were made with someone Pandora considered horrible and a bore, she eloped with Xenophilius, who she had met while in France and he was doing more research on gnargles for his future magazine, for awhile they traveled the world together, a distraction for Pandora from the fact that she couldn’t stop any of the visions she saw from happening back in England and a way for her to find out more about horcruxes and how to destroy them. Eventually Pandora ended up pregnant so they bought a flat back in France with the money Xeno got from starting the Quibbler so Luna can be born as Pandora didn’t want to go back to England yet and only after the war was over did she finally go back

#James Potter #Lily Evans #Jily #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #WolfStar #Mary MacDonald #Marlene McKinnon #Dorcas Meadowes #Dorlene #Evan Rosier #Barty Crouch Jr #RoseKiller #Pandora Rosier #Pandora Lovegood #XenoPanda #Andromeda Black #Marauders

[rendoesthedoodle]

silly grumpsona for my friend @lopo-does-things!!

ID START. A fullbody drawing of a lanky grumpus character. He has reddish brown fur, a long fluffy tail, and a mane of fluffy, messy red hair on his head. He’s got a purple heart-shaped nose with matching paw pads, green eyes, and purple heart-shaped sunglasses perched on his head. He’s also wearing a black jacket with lime green accents, and is standing as if he’s leaning against a table. There’s a speech bubble next to him that reads “Yeah, I’m kiiiinda a gamer.” There are two other bubbles as well. One has his name, which is Gnargle G. Gamer, and the other has a single bullet point that says “the G. stands for gay.” ID END

#grumpus #grumpus oc #grumpussona #bugsnax #bugsnax oc #bugsnax art #digital art #for others #friends: michael #artists on tumblr #gifts

[pxnsq]

what are yout top 5 bloggers

God this is hard I love so many blogs to death but I’ve a few people on notifications and that’s the blogs my tired brain can think of rn. They’re all amazing people with lovely blogs and wonderful creations which you should check out and I love them dearly so here’s my shoutout 💕@charlieweesley@grangr@dawnsapphic@teddylupixn@gnargls

#asks #about me #blogs #anon #shoutout #charlieweesley #jess #dawnsapphic #gnargls #teddylupixn #qrangr #mutuals

[azkabqn]

psa please go check out @gnargls if you havent already

Ebony is a wonderful human and deserves all the love in the world, shes super close to hitting a goal and it would mean the world to see her reach it! 💘 

#gnargls #just before i go to bed~

[unsqeakable]

Hey S, congrats on the milestone, your blog is amazing and deserves this and so much more. Can I please request some medical kits? Thanks!

S. sent what was needed almost as soon as they received the letter.

(Thank you so much, your’re so kind!)

Want one?

Medical kit (Hogwarts aesthetic):

House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff  | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

Best Subject: Potions | Herbology | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Arithmancy | Charms | Transfiguration | Astronomy | Care of Magical Creatures | Ancient Runes | History of Magic | Divination

Worst Subject: Potions | Herbology | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Arithmancy | Charms | Transfiguration | Astronomy | Care of Magical Creatures | Ancient Runes | History of Magic | Divination

Blood Status: muggle | squib | muggle-born | half-blood | pure-blood

Quidditch Position: Lee Jordan in his element (Commentator) | Hermione Granger who can’t play Quidditch but watches her friends’ matches (Spectator) | Fred and George who are ready to eliminate anyone from the opposite team (Beater) | Newt Scamander who still chases his beasts (Chaser) | Oliver Wood who would rather be killed than have Quidditch match cancelled (Keeper) | Harry Potter who not only is the youngest seeker in a century but also who happen to be the Chosen One (Seeker) | Frustrated Minerva McGonagall who has to deal with Lee and his comments (starring as frustrated Minerva McGonagall who has to deal with Lee and his comments)

Dwelling: 12 Grimmauld Place | Godric’s Hollow | Burrow | Malfoy Manor | Little Hangleton | Spinner’s End | Little Whinging

Family: Black | Greengrass | Malfoy | Chang | Lovegood | Ollivander | Bones | Abbott | Macmillan | Potter | Prewett | Weasley

Era: Founders | Fantastic Beasts | Marauders | Golden Trio | Next Generation

#gnargls #personal: celebration #personal: mystery solved

[rogerdvies]

15, 22, 68!

15. Favorite song?

ohhhh that is a hard question to answer. i could give you an entire playlist... but for the sake of this ask... let’s go with there for you by troye sivan.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

answered here! (yes.)

68. Favorite school subject?

when i was in high school it was math. i used to do math homework for fun because i loved it so much, and i tutored all the grades in my school for it because i was ahead.

get to know me asks | accepting !

#leo answers #about leo #gnargls

[hornedsrpents]

Congrats on the milestone Katie, you and your blog totally deserve it!! Can I please get a ☀️and a 🐝if that's okay? ((I know my creations are whack so I'm just going to leave them out of this))

tysm ebony you’re so sweet!! 

🐝regular blograte:

url: idgi / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / who did you have to kill?

icon: selfie / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / actual goals

mobile theme: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / super jealous

desktop theme: default / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / my new theme!!!!

posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / i’m in awe

creations: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / teach me your ways  (though i’m sure they’re lovely)

following: no sorry! / now! / yes! / forever and always

a nice comment: YOUR THEME IS AMAZING I’M IN LOVE! seriously tho what’s it called? i want it 

☀️aesthetic blograte:

colour: peach / teal / mustard yellow / plum / forest green

element: air / water / fire / earth

place: bottom of the ocean / deep in the woods / top of a mountain / middle of an open field / downtown of a big city

time: dawn / mid-afternoon / dusk / midnight

sound: high heels on tile / waves crashing on the beach / thunder / police sirens in the middle of the night / leaves rustling together in the wind

art: abstract painting / rock music / ballet dancing / shakespeare play / fantasy novel / nature photography

no more please! 

#katie celebrates #gnargls

[unclekush]

STOP RUINING MY LIFE YOU NO ARCH FLAT FUCKS

#feet tw #toenails hidden because they are Gnargled Like a Witches Talon #im tired of my whole body being sabotaged!

[gnargls]

slytherinfromfen → gnargls

Mutuals pls signal boost!

#unsure if this will be temporary #depends on how people like it #let me know what you think! #sb #slytherinfromfen #urlchange #gnargls

[yoshimickster]

#doo doo man #brad neely's harg gnargling...bla bla bla bla bla #brad neely #I love that show but it had the longest fucking name

[therandomringmaster]

Well,I made a ‘few’  more fan characters,alright in order.

Cap Brinesby, a Wharf Roach buggieman who sails the edge seas,he’s known for embellishing his tales of sea sworthyness to ridiculous proportions,to anyone who’ll listen,he’s friends with Whayland.

Harriot Hornet, and Belfree Buzzby,This one was more based off of one of my favorite aspects in nature, that being mimicry, Harriot is what one would call a “convincer” convincing people to pay up on debts,stalkers to buzz of, and occasionally convincing heads to roll off bodies, while not as infamous as the havier hitters in Edgeworld she’s well respected enough for one very stupid dronefly Buggieman to attempt to mooch off of said infamy to get free stuff,by imitating her look...rather poorly,and oh look it seems she’s found out,

Buck Lopanny

When I first learned of Edgeworld this was the first character I came up with, Now,I know what you’re thinking, Hoppits are not that big, and not monocular,well you’re right. He’s half hoppit, and half,according to his mother cyclops,he doesn't know much more than that,originally pursuing a career as a sharpshooter,he was quickly disillusioned. and was stuck doing manual labor at Merryl’s Bootlegging buisness.

He’s not the brighest bulb in the crayon box, but he has a good heart

Merryl DaBloon

If you asked him Merryl would describe himself as an innovator,out of the box thinker,and business barrel of high regard.

All of these are arguably false,coming from a long line of rich Animimics,Merryl has wasted most of his wealth on frivolity and stupid ideas he has,he’s currently a ‘bootleeger” selling weird alcohol with odd effects,surprisingly its developed a semi-stable following on the streets of Edgeworld, this little success went immediately to his head,luckily one of his hires helps keep him in check.

Mays Lopanny

A Pentacorn employed by Merryl as record keeper,secretary,accountant, and chief problem solver,the one who makes sure Margaret‘s fee’s are paid,so Shuck doesn’t roll DaBloon down a flight of stairs or two,the one who stops Buck from being manipulated by Merryl’s poor ideas,or stops Gnargle from mixing the wrong amount of things together and creating bio hazards,she’s very low key and mellow,to the point if you make her noticibly mad, you have really messed up.

Gnargle Floove

A Nyga/Dragon hybrid(based slightly on that legend that dragons are just cats that are treated poorly, and Gnarials),they are Merrly’s cheif Mixologist, fancying themselves a apothecary, they create tons of things that very occasionally have any real use and aren’t poison,they're a firm believe in “lets test this and see what happens”, which has blown up at least three stations.

Chrys Ignatious and Donna Ignatious

And finally here’s a joke concept I thought was ok, Chrys is a Phoenix based on the original(inncorrect) reconstruction of an iguanadon, and his daughter is a more modern one.

And Lastly but not Leastly is good old, Fumble McChumbles, a vampire tasked with repelling the forest with his wits and tools, his arch enemy appears to be a boulder with legs, tagged with graffiti who usually impedes traffic by sleeping on sidewalks and roads and its up to Fumble to steer ‘em off,this usally involves a long parade of slapstick manevers until ‘Chazz’ gets up and stumbles away.

As always Edgeworld its settings,and species belong to @rattyarts

#This was a lot of fun #And yes Buck is based of the tern One Eyed Jack #I appreciated any setting that has so much flexibility in terms of tone and whimsy #Edgeworld

[shipwreckedshadows]

Espionage AU

Basically: Light Spinner becomes Shadow Weaver through the use of the Obtainment spell but she doesn’t eat ppl and she certainly didn’t defect to the Horde. Instead, she used her new found aesthetic (and powers, i guess) to blend in as a double agent for Mystacor.

The beginning:

In preparation for her coronation, as she ascended to the ultimate title of Supreme Sorceress, she would learn of Mystacor’s best kept secrets. Supreme Sorcerer Norwyn, current ruler of Mystacor, lead his successor to a vault, hidden in the courtyard of the Academy. Castaspella was ecstatic, of course, however, she was worried about one thing.

“Shouldn’t we be patrolling the borders? This is the last night before the new moon cycle - the shields are at their weakest!”

“Worry not, Castaspella, there are other guild members paroling tonight.”

“But we’re the strongest ones!”

“And Mystacor will be fine. Besides, tonight is the only night I can introduce you to Mystacor’s final and deadliest weapon.”

“Weapon? But you said yourself that Mystacor was fine behind the shields - that we didn’t need to fight! You’ll waste the talents of the great wizards in this city yet you go against your own words and build a weapon?”

Norwyn sighed and drew a casting circle into the grass, “If it makes you feel any better, its not a weapon. In fact, the weapon is a she and she has a name for herself. Stand back, now.”

The grass faded to reveal a large, metal door that heaved itself upwards. Beneath the door lay a long set of stairs. Norwyn descended without another word. Casta followed him into the darkness. The door fell back into place silently and Norwyn lit a light spell to guide them down the rest of the way.

One long corridor and several doors later, they entered an underground chamber. The shadows swallowed the feeble light spell in Norwyn’s hand, draping the sorcerers in darkness. Several instruments, unseen, played a gentle ambiance into the room. From their acoustics, the chambers sounded to have high ceilings and widespread walls. This weapon lady clearly had status if her rooms were so big.

“We don’t have much time.” Norwyn barked into the darkness, “Turn on the lights.”

“You brought me a friend, Norwyn?” A deep, smokey voice answered. She spoke from right in front of Casta and the young sorceress barely contained a yelp at the sound of it. Her eyes strained themselves as they searched for even the tiniest pinprick of detail.

“No. This is Castaspella. Effect as of the next moon cycle, she will be the Supreme Sorceress of Mystacor.”

“Castaspella... as in sister to Micah? Now you have my attention.”

Lanterns illuminated themselves around the circumference of the room. Casta had to squint against their brightness after staring so wide into the darkness. The lady stood a respectable distance away, too far for her voice to have sounded so close. She wore asymmetrical red robes that tattered at the hems. A large hood concealed the top half of her face. A beauty spot made a home near pretty lips that eloquently framed a pair of gleaming fangs.

“Castaspella, you are looking at Shadow Weaver, once known as Light Spinner, a great sorceress honored in the Academy’s halls.”

“Pleasure.” She said.

“But... she died! Everyone knows she did - how is she here?” Casta had heard the tale from Micah, who had been there. The Obtainment spell had been cast and the demons consumed her to death.

“Obviously, you were lied to.” Shadow Weaver said.

“We had witnesses complete a binding spell so that they would be sworn to secrecy about the event. Shadow Weaver works now as a double agent, doing dangerous work that none of us can. We fabricated her death to minimize her chances of getting compromised.”

“i see.” Casta put away her feelings of betrayal to be examined later.

“If we’re all finished here, I’d like to sleep while I still have the comfort of luxury. Hordak believes that the height of comfort is a thin mattress and canvass sheets.“

“Not quite, Agent. You must show Castaspella your face, so she knows how to identify you.”

Shadow Weaver sighed and pulled away the hood. An old scar ran across her forehead and through her left eye. The pupil never moved in its socket, unlike its partner leaving Casta to believe that it might be glass. She had her hair pinned in a low bun to the side of her head.

“If I can be honest for a moment - you look a lot more - hmm - distinguished than the legends say.” Casta said.

“Really?” The Agent feigned ignorance.

“Uh... yes.” Casta hesitated, sensing her mistake.

“They described you as a wretched beast, fit only to dwell in the deepest crevasses of this world. If there is a Hell, you’d surely find a home there.” Norwyn interjected for his pupil.

“Norwyn,” Casta protested, startled at his mannerism.

“Hush, Castaspella. She is indeed what the legends say. You must be firm with her, if you want to properly establish your dynamic as Supreme Sorceress. She is a being of pure, dark magics. Not even she can fully control herself.”

“But she doesn’t even bare the deamonscars!”

“My child, look at her. She is lying to you. Before she wove shadows, she spun illusions of light. She wares one now, as a mask. Show her, Shadow Weaver. Show her your second face - the real one.”

“I don’t see how that is necessary.” The agent replied coldly.

“Show her so she can identify you. Deamonscars are like fingerprints - unique to the individual. You are the only one who could look like you - not even a shape-shifter could copy your exact markings.”

Casta watched uncomfortable as the illusion fell away. Gnargled scars marred her face and intersected several times. Two large spots of scar tissue replaced the skin around her eyes and a chunk was missing from her upper lip. Her left eye moved, no longer glass. Before, she looked distinguished in her age. Now, she looked haggard and dangerous. She scowled at Norwyn and a dark power festered within her.

“Identify her, Castaspella. And do it properly this time.”

“Yes, Supreme Sorcerer Norwyn.” Casta affirmed quietly. She drew up a blank identification spell and projected it at the agent.

“How would you like to be identified?” Casta asked.

“Agent Shadow Weaver, faithful to the Sorcerer’s Guild of Mystacor.”

“You have been identified, agent Shadow Weaver, faithful to the Sorcerer’s Guild of Mystacor. Do you have any aliases?”

“Light Spinner, great one of the Sorcerer’s Guild.”

“Noted. Please imprint for our agent.”

The spell scanned a map of Shadow Weaver’s skin and placed it in Castaspella’s long term memory.

“Good. I’m sure you two will do just fine. Casta, with me. We should check on the shield patrols.” He turned and headed back out.

“I’m sorry.” Casta said, after he left.

Shadow Weaver’s laughter came out sharp and wrong, “Are you? What for?”

“For Norwyn’s impotency. Things will be different after the next moon cycle.”

“And what do you plan to do in such a short time?”

“Well,” She said with a grin, “to start we might get you some windows. I’m sure you’d love a nice view on your day off.”

Shadow Weaver finally smiled, “I might like that, yes.”

#thought of this a few days ago #i have a few more scenarios that i'll write out later #for now i think ill sleep #shadow weaver #norwyn #castaspella #shadowspell #spop #my work #sorry for grammar and stuff #didn't proof read

[thesnapewecandreamof]

AU where snape, minerva, black, and lupin all go rogue on the order and team up and successfully take down the dark lord before harry potter has to deal with him. (This can be before his first year, during the first war, just after the dark lord was resurrected, or whenever you see fit.) Extras with Lucius and Narcissa helping in the background and Albus bring flabbergasted

Anything

This is supposed to be a plot for a multi-chap anonnnn,, I don’t think I can write it properly but here’s some hc. I kinda got carried away

- When Severus said he would do “Anything” to keep Lily and her family(yes, even if it included the toerag Potter), he meant anything. Dumbledore broke their pact so Severus took it upon himself to protect her child.

- When he learned from Minerva’s rants that the young Potter was placed with Petunia and her family of all people, he had to restrain himself from marching there himself. 

- He went to Lucius and Narcissa. They had a son just recently and if Draco was born just a bit later, it could have been their son who was nearly killed and it would have been them on the end of the Dark Lord’s mind. It took a lot of scheming but Lucius eventually relented. He wanted the Dark Lord gone. Lord Voldemort may have started just a tad insane but as he grew more paranoid, so did his penchant to torture his followers for no reason. A Malfoy does not bow and Lucius knew that his ancestors would spit his name when they learn he kissed the hem of the robes of a false lord.

- Narcissa was easier to convince. She was a mother and would do everything to protect her son. Severus was there as they worried about their child. And he knew that despite all the blood supremacy propaganda the Blacks spouted, Narcissa wasn’t as insane as her aunt Walburga nor her sister Bellatrix. She wasn’t above scoffing at muggles nor saying Severus’ most hated word, but she has enough grace decorum not to do so in polite company. And she was from the most ancient and noble house of Black. If Malfoy’s don’t bow, the Blacks won’t even acknowledge a false lord.

- Despite everything he has against the Marauders, he sought out Lupin because even a werewolf would be a better guardian than Petunia.There was always the Malfoy’s but Severus was hesitant to leave young Potter to them.

- Lupin was still grieving and they nearly drew their wands against each other. Severus just punched him in the jaw to calm him down. As Lupin sported a sore jaw, Severus found out that Lupin was under suspicion and was therefore not chosen as a Secret Keeper and he wondered just what else Potter and Black were scheming between themselves. 

- So Severus asked Malfoy for a favor and found himself roaming Azkaban and found he enjoyed the place more when he was the one outside of the bars. He took several calming potions and occluded beforehand so when the warden opened an interrogation cell with a chained Sirius Black, he barely raised a brow as the moron shouted himself hoarse. 

- He forced some Veritaserum on his enemy and asked him if he killed the twelve muggles and Black laughed and said yes. Severus didn’t fly into a rage with righteous fury. He knew Sirius Black and it was easy to see the worst him during the best of times but he knew how much Black liked to brag. And he wasn’t bragging now. He asked if he was the Secret Keeper and Black laughed in a maniacal way saying that Pettigrew was the Secret Keeper. How Black may as well have killed all those muggles and had his best friend and his wife killed because it was his idea in the first place to switch secret keepers. Severus walked out even while Black was hurling insults towards him.

- Trusting Minerva was a shot in the dark. She didn’t trust him enough and she was an old friend of Dumbledore. He was her friend before Severus was even born. But he heard her rant about leaving Potter to his relatives. How horrid they were and how she was unsure about Albus’ choice of guardian.

- So Severus decided to risk it. He approached Minerva and let her motherly lion instincts to fill in the blanks. He planted the seeds of doubt in her and allowed her some time to think about his words.

- It took some planning but Severus approached Lupin again, this time without any hexes nor fists and told him the truth. Lupin admitted that his other friends were animagus’ and Severus wanted to scoff at him. That was the best nicknames they could come up with? Severus remarked how obvious who the traitor is in hindsight and had to talk Lupin out of telling Dumbledore. Despite everything, it all seemed a bit too convenient that nobody tried Black, how they only asked if h killed those muggles, how Potter was sent to muggle relatives despite other blood relations from distant families like other wizarding children.

- Severus returned to Lucius and discussed legal matters with him, letting the Malfoy get lulled into a familiar battle field before throwing him into the fire. He asked about why the Dark Lord was so confident he wouldn’t die, why he was paranoid with the prophecy despite his self proclamation of immortality. 

- After some time Lucius showed Severus a diary the Dark Lord asked him to keep. Severus did the wise thing and examined it for curses and his eyes widened when he saw just how dark that artifact was. Despite his better judgement, he needed to find out why it was so dark so he wrote on it. The things he found out were alarming. When he noticed that he was getting weaker and that his magic felt too drained, he destroyed the diary in an empty lot in another manor of Malfoy outside of Britain.

- A shard of the Dark Lord’s soul in an object? Severus searched high and low in the Malfoy and Black libraries. He shuddered as he found out that it was a horcrux but thanks to the text in his hand, he knew how to deal with it.

- Planting the seeds of doubt in Minerva paid off. She approached him one day and asked about the Dursleys again. She admitted that she did not fully trust him but she was also beginning to doubt Albus’ judgement.

- Severus believed he had enough pieces to finally play and so decided to bluff his way to a win.

- Sirius Black escaped and stirred the public into panic. Dementors were sent and the public grew even more upset. Lupin was the first person they suspected of harboring a criminal but he wasn’t there. He was somewhere in cokeworth hiding.

- Narcissa of all people begin to speak up for her cousin. Telling the public that she didn’t believe his sentence to be legitimate and went off to tell tales of being in school with him, where he was a prankster but wished no harm to anyone. She spun a tale of how he chose to be disowned by his family rather than turn his back on his best friend. That got the people thinking and had Severus nearly vomiting as he read the article.

- Lupin began whispering to a lowly newspaper called the Quibbler. Xenophilius was only a few years in the business but took on the tale of a poor werewolf wondering how his friend suddenly changed and how out of character it seemed. Minus the gnargles and other creatures apparently making your mood sour and eating up your common sense, the article was fairly decent. It planted some seeds of doubt in the mass’ heads and soon enough some demanded a real trial.

- Sirius Black surrendered himself to the ministry accompanied by Lupin and Narcissa with the deal that they use veritaserum on him and without violence. After proving himself innocent and damning Pettigrew’s name, it only took a few days before Harry was transferred to his godfather. 

- Dumbledore tried his best to sway Sirius’ decisions but being left to rot in Azkaban isn’t forgiven lightly. Minerva stepped in and got Dumbledore away from Sirius’ back. Severus silently patting himself on the back for that one. On the way out, he spoke to Minerva of his ‘suspicions’ of the Dark Lord’s true state. He revealed a barely visible dark mark and saw her pale. Honesty was always a plus with a lion, despite how queesy it makes them. He confirmed that the Dark Lord isn’t truly gone and once again left her with a question of how far is she going to go to be rid of such a monster.

-  Getting Potter away from Petunia is done. Severus planned to go about the second phase alone but considering they were now having ‘secret meetings’ in his house now and seeing Narcissa speak to Lupin and Black snarking at Lucius, it seemed he didn’t have to. 

Shit now I want an AU of this. 

Thanks for the wonderful angst anon, there’ll be a part two sometime soon. Send some asks on what you want to see if you feel like it.

#asks #anon #severus snape #au #anything #remus lupin #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #minerva mcgonagall #sirius black #harry potter #au of adults cleaning up their messes and not living it to a kid #honestly #work people

[hyperionnebulae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: suggestions of mental illness, suggestions of past death experience Summary:

Luna and Harry talk around the idea of mental illness.

#my writing #harry potter

[azkabqn]

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quidditch: spectator / commentator / chaser / keeper / beater / seeker  

club: slug club / dumbledore’s army / duelling club / frog choir / gobstones club

ability: animagus / metamorphmagus / veela / parseltongue / werewolf

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