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sprout-fics · 1 year

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WAIT OKAY. HEAR MEOUT, HEAR ME

O U T

dragon price is good, love that shit mmm mm mmm

but listen

Dragon Valeria

I’m literally going feral just thinking about it. Talk about one to spoil you, ravage you, cover you in jewels and silks and the blood of anyone who tries to take you from her. Tattoos that glimmer like scales—fuck I have to stop talking now or I’ll write a novel in your inbox but FUCK I’m normal about her (I am vibrating at a frequency only dogs can perceive)

“I burned a kingdom for you today.” She purrs, the skimmering scales along her shoulders flickering in the hazy orange glow of the lantern light. Her hands plant on either side of you, the lower half of her bare, pressed against yours draped in gauzy, shimmering fabric pilfered from the farthest of lands. The mere weight of her draws a deep, wanting hum inside you, like raising water from a boundless well filled to the brim with your adoration for her.

Her words should scare you, should send you curling into yourself as a terrified, frightened thing. A poor maiden helpless against the dragon that brought you here, snatched you from your pitiful life within a dying kingdom. You had been that maiden once, had cowered and been frightened and had watched her with a wary gaze. Yet the dragoness atop you now had earned your trust slowly, had brought you gifts, trophies, had provided for you in a way that made you offer yourself to her in turn.

The depths of her love used to terrify you, her promises to set the world ablaze for you if you commanded her so, to level kingdoms, to slaughter kings and princes and seat you upon their scarlet stained thrones. Yet now the declaration of her carnage sends an illicit thrill through you, has you drag her up and into you. Her lips taste like brimstone, like smoke and promises of destruction. The addiction of her violence drives a coiling warmth rushing to your core- warmed only by the fire on her breath.

“Bella.” She breathes against your lips, and her clawed hand smoothes along your calf, traces your supple flesh annointed with holy oils offered by priests to her in pleas for mercy. “So pretty, bonita.”

The gauzy, shimmering fabric of your dress is pushed up over the curve of your thigh, bunched around your hip and she huffs a laugh at the scar that’s planted there, her own mark breathed into your skin with fire- an ever present reminder that you belong to her.

Never once did you think it would be so, never thought that your emaciated, withering form dressed in rags would sit upon her throne not as a prize but as her queen.

You spread your legs for her eagerly when her hand dips under the edge of your gown, and Valeria purrs when she finds you already wet to her touch.

“Needy, mi vida?” She asks, voice low and sliding like silk against the back of your thoughts.

“Always.” You tell her breathlessly, and when her thumb presses down with the barest hint of pressure on your clit you buck your hips automatically. Valeria drinks down the little whimper that escapes you, laughs as you press your hips up into her palm.

“Need something?” She asks teasingly and you groan, feel frustration and desire meld with the unfurling warmth inside you.

“Stop teasing.” You whine, but Valeria withdraws her hand completely you reach for her, eyes lidded and lips parted with an apology. “No, no sorry, wait, Valeria please-”

“That’s my girl.” She husks, and you gasp in surprise as her hips roll down onto yours, offering you a tantalizing kiss of friction that has you arching up from the gold-threaded cushions under you both. “All you had to do was ask, querida.” You know. You know you can ask for anything and she’ll give it to you. Clothes, jewels, treasures, castles, kingdoms, souls- Valeria will plant her offerings at the altar of you and then rise to take your divine blessing. You bestow it upon her in the form of shuddering gasps and bitten pleas, of libations she gathers on her tongue, of the devoted oaths you echo down to her reminding you’re hers, hers, hers….

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #valeria x f! reader #valeria x reader #valeria garza x you #thursday night thots #SHES SO SUGAR MOMMY #accidentally burnt my pizza to write this

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 & 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: Minor spoilers, I’ll do my best not to let anything slip!

Warnings: swears (I like to swear I’m sorry)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐊𝐚𝐳

��You honestly thought he hated your guts

・Like he truly despised you

・But Kaz saw his feelings as a weakness. He thought he was protecting you by keeping his distance

・It wasn’t until Jesper let something slip, which made you think Kaz might see you in a positive way.

Sitting on a chair and propping his legs on the table, Jesper didn’t even look at you when he said, “Oh he loves you-”

“He what??” Your response cut him off and the sharp-shooter smirked.

“Haven’t you noticed? He’s extra ... Kaz-like when you’re around.”

・From that moment on you thought about every interaction you’ve had with Kaz

・The tight-lipped responses, averting your gaze, but also giving you the easiest part of the jobs, making sure that you had extra protection ...

・You didn’t know it, but Kaz was making sure you were never directly in harms way

・You were never too far away from him

・And when the jobs were too risky, he would pull you out. You thought it was because you weren’t talented enough, but that wasn’t the case at all.

・It was starting to make sense now

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Shy around you, but will blurt out the most random fact? And it doesn’t have anything to do with the conversation

・Always able to spot you out in a crowd

・It’s like some sort of sixth sense, she’s just able to find you

・Uses her sun summoner powers to give you light whenever you need it

・And yeah she might show off a bit ...

・Laughs at all your jokes - even if they aren’t that funny. I guess you could call it pity laughing ...

・Her journals are full of drawings of you. Never shows anyone, and would die of embarrassment if anyone found out.

・Genya was the one to push her to talk to you

・Alina thinks she’ll scare you off with all the attention she’s getting. Everyone thinking she’s a Saint, being the one to tear down the fold, etc.

・So when you agreed to go on a date with her, she didn’t know what to say next.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢

・Amps up the charm, so on the outside he seems so suave, but on the inside he is literally buRNING WITH DESIRE

・Would give you endless gifts, that are extremely expensive

・Like his money advisor would be like “bruh where’s that $$$ gone?”

・Definitely the type to write secret admirer letters

・Always makes sure you have your favourite food. Either stocks it in your room, and says “I do this for all my ... friends” (lie, he doesn’t), or literally carries it on his person “just in case”

・Tolya and Tamar tell him to pursue you, but Nikolai feigns confusion

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Prince says, shrugging his shoulders, pretending to read the map in front of him

“Liar,” they both laugh, shaking their heads.

・Okay so with it being very obvious that he has a crush on you, somehow you don’t ... see it?

・Your brain is like, ‘ This Prince of Ravka couldn’t possibly like me. I’m just imagining it.”

・But to be loyal to their captain, Tolya and Tamar keep their mouths shut (although they do try to see if you like him back - and of course you do?????)

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣

・You would have absolutely no clue

・So quiet, but somehow ... extra quiet around you?

・Watches you from afar to make sure you’re safe

・Has learned your routine, likes, dislikes and favourite things without saying a word to you

・Feels so protective over you. Kinda like Edward and Bella vibes. Like she thinks you would end up hurting yourself walking down the stairs (because she’s seen you do it)

・You’d notice her because one day you were followed home and she saved you from the thugs

・She introduced herself, as if she was a skilled bystander

・And from then on you kept ‘bumping’ into each other

・Because she knew all your favourite places

・Okay this is starting to sound a lil creepy, but we know Inej has only good intentions. And she would realise how creepy it was getting and stop doing it

・But then you’d notice that you see her less and get a bit sad

・So you seek her out and ask why you haven’t been seeing her as much

・And she kinda ... freezes because she thinks you caught onto her

“...work, you know?”

・You looked away for one second, turned back and she was gone

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Flirty Mcflirt pants x1000

・Walks up to you confidently, about to say the best pick up line, but then he completely stumbles over his words

・Complains to Inej about how he can be so charming with everyone else but he always messes up around you

・We know Jesper ‘falls in love easily’

・But with you it was different

・His feelings weren’t flimsy; like parchment in water. No, they felt stronger, like a seed in the earth.

・Somehow you became his first priority

・He found himself second-guessing his outfits-

“I’m not sure if I look ... fabulous? Inej, what do you thi- oh she’s gone.”

・But you always compliment him. And one of your compliments is worth a hundred from strangers

・Thinks you can do no wrong, like seriously. Thinks the sun shines out of your as-

“They did NOT do that. Well, if they did good on ‘em!”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

・Longing looks from afar

・Never snappy with you, unlike interactions with other people

・Has memorised your every feature so he can imagine you before he goes to bed

・Would feel confused; is it infatuation? Just a fleeting crush? Lust?

・Or was it something more?

・His heartrenders notice his heart rate picking up whenever you’re around, “sir, are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine, I’m fine-” he grumbles

・Sneaks you dessert after every meal. You thought he did this for every Grisha, until you asked Zoya how her dessert was one night and she looked at you like you were crazy

“Does that have a hidden meaning?”

“No...?”

・So it’s basically favouratism

・And vERY JEALOUS

・No man is allowed to be alone with you basically

・And no one is allowed to yell, hurt or speak to you in any sort of negative way at all

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚

・Is absolutely shameless about it

・Gives the impression that she doesn’t care if you know about her feelings or not.

・But that’s not completely the case.

・Nina is sexually attracted to you - so she would try and pursue you on that front. But once she realised that there was a deeper attraction ... she knew she was fucked

・She’s a whirlwind to be around; constant fast-paced and witty banter

・Shares her food with you, and asks if you want to get food with her (it’s practically always waffles)

・Nina would approach you as another aquaintance - with her flirting. But what really showed her feelings was the food

・Nina didn’t just share food with anyone

・No, absolutely not.

・Only those that she cared very deeply about

・And she doesn’t just ask anyone to go get food with her; because eating is like a sacred experience...

・With the wrong company, it could completely ruin it

・So that’s why she always asks you

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬

・Creates a friendship with you by asking about all your favourite things

・When he first met you, Matthias felt this warm giddy feeling inside

・He thought maybe it was a one off

・But every time you interacted, the same feeling occurred

・He’s quite slow with his advances. One might not even classify them as advances because he’s so ‘old school.’

・He’d be the type who likes to “go steady”

・Matthias is actually pretty good at explaining his emotions and thoughts

・So he’s quite understanding!

・Absolutely wholesome (once his misplaced hatred for Grisha isn’t there anymore...)

・Gentleman; opens doors for you, offers his arm, never lets someone talk over you. And this is before you’re in a relationship

・Never lets people speak negatively towards you or about you

・He has your back 24/7

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚

・Shy!!! But incredibly protective; will tailor someone to have pimples if they talk badly about you

・Tries to get the Darkling to pair you up on quests/tasks

・Mostly gazes at you from afar, sighing every 30 seconds in admiration

・Laughs the loudest whenever you make a joke (or say anything remotely funny) (and then someone nudges her arm, telling her to dial it down)

・Asks about “nonchalantly” with others, basically to see how you’re going. Because she’s too embarrassed to ask you

・Whenever she catches your eye, you give her a smile and her insides burst into butterflies

・Gets sad when you get put on missions that make you have to travel, she misses you dearly

・When her confidence builds, she tells you that whenever you’d need her tailoring skills, she’d be glad to help

・Would do that hand thing in Pride and Prejudice when Mr Darcy holds Elizabeth’s hand and when he’s walking away he like ... flexes it (it’s more romantic on screen, I promise)

・That’s how she’d be, but with only brushing her hand against yours

𝐌𝐚𝐥

・Tries his best to start conversations with you but they’re always so awkward, like he asks you about the weather? And small things like what your favourite colour is, what you think the best meal of the day is etc.

・You thought he was just doing it to be nice, to create some small talk...

・But little did you know this boy was falling HEAD over HEELS in love with you

・The first time he made you laugh, he nearly imploded.

・Your laugh was so refreshing...

・He didn’t think another person could give him so much happiness

・And being the source of your happiness was mind blowing to him. Hearing your laugh was like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders

・Thinks about you day and night, fantasising about your life together. Where you would get married, what kind of house you’d live in, how many children etc.

・Literally already having names picked out for your kids

・And when you started talking to him ... as in initiating the conversations - he felt like a king

𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚

・It was obvious that Zoya liked you - she was never as coldhearted like she was with everyone else

・Almost like she was constantly “going easy” on you

・And then when someone would point it out, she would be twice as mean

・Leaving you completely confused

・But once she ... settled? in her feelings, she started to change

・Like showing off in front of you

・I’m talking, actually asking, “are they looking?” before showing off

・Zoya makes sure no one is talking behind your back

・She will literally tear them to shreds if they insult you. And I’m not over emphasising - she would tear some down utterly and completely, if they messed with you.

・Thinks about you when she’s in bed, how she yearns for your arms to be wrapped around her

・Finds herself daydreaming about you, then snaps back to reality and pretends like nothing happened

・Blushes whenever you’re around, but her bravado turns up tenfold

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 6 months

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OMG OPEN INBOX I THINK??? SO EXCITED!!!! COULD YOU MAYBE TALK ABOUT THE PUPPETEER OR HELEN,,, MAYBE TOGETHER POSSIBLY X3

RAHHH I NEVER GET TO WRITE FOR THESE STINKERS BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH <333

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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General headcanons!

The puppeteer

He's around 5'10

Im kind of 50/50 on his sexuality, I'd like to say hes bi, but idk i feel like hes straight

We'll go bi with a fem lean

Pronouns are he/him, he's cis

He's american

His aesthetic is a mix of grunge and mall goth

I feel like he'd be a vengeful spirit/ghost

He likes to pretend he's moved on from that first girl, but he really hasn't

He died at age 21, and would be around 26 if he would have continued aging

But due to him not letting go of that "unfinished buisness" he hasn't aged

He smells like general cologne and maybe a tiny bit of laundry detergent

He's kinda lanky and thin

Hes kind of annoying tbh

Soooo whiney and mopey omg

"If i never would have died I might've found someone new 😭 she took everything away from me 😔😔😔"

"Dude stfu im literally just trying to get some soda" -jeff probably

His proxy tattoo is on his right shoulder

He's supringly really clean

Literally everything else about him is fine, he's just a major bummer to be around

and also kind of an incel

His hobbies include listening to midwest emo bands, writing "poetry" and watching south park

Occasionally you'll see him warming up some pizza bagels and he'll try to pretend he's all mysterious and such a bad boy by shimmying away

Im going to be so for real with you, he probably idolizes jeff and tim

Theyre just so manly 😱😱

Also really wants what bella and edward have

Can you guess which one he wants to be in that situation?

Thats right!! Its edward!!

Like i said, incel

The bloody painter

He's 5'8

He doesn't really take a romantic interest in people, so most of the time I'd say he's aroace

But idk man, theres something in the way he looks at men and constantly draws them thats a little...💅...yk?

Like he'd never want to actually have a relationship with anyone, or engage in any physical intimacy with anyone, he just thinks that the male figure is especially beautiful

Pronouns are they/he, poor dude has had soooo many identity crises

The conclusion he came to was that he doesnt mind being a boy, he DEFINETLY does not wanna be a girl, but he does like expressing his gender with more fluidity

He's 22 years old, and he's french

He has a really heavy french accent, and pnly really speaks english when needed

He has an obsession with circle shaped choclate

Specifically circle shaped

He is kind of skinny, with long fingers

He smells like rose petal deoderant, paint and fresh cotton

His proxy tattoo is on the back of his neck

He also has a little star tattoo on his wrist

I feel like he'd be very in love with the idea of multimedia art pieces

He wants to make a fashion line someday, he just needs to learn how to sew

He has his very own art studio on the first floor of the manor, the walls are completely windowed and there is canvases and unfinished works everywhere

He's generally very quiet and observant, only speaking when spoken to

His few friends include jane, liu, and ej

His relationship with ej is complicated though

He wants to be his friend but also....he is in LOVE with his structure

Ej has such a perfect face shape for and pil painting, combined with his gorgeous skin tones and dreadlocks that frame his face oh so beautifully??

Mwah. Chefs kiss

But will helen ever admit that? Nope

He has a little bird he's named "eros"

Such a silly little dude <333

ALSO HE HAS LOTS OF TRAUMA SURROUNDING BEING FEMININE AND GENDER ILL ONLG ELABORATW IF PEOPLE WANT ME TO TJOUGJ

#creepypasta #slender mansion #bloody painter #the puppeteer #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you

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sayitaliano · 1 year

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If I want to say something (a drawing or picture) is beautiful, like "that is beautiful" how would I say it? Is it okay to say "fa bel" or no?

Ciao,

Nope, we use basically the English sentence's literal translation*. Despite there are times in which things can be modified a bit depending on the context and sentence structure... but the verb used is always the auxiliary "to be" = essere (as in English, something is beautiful). "Fare" (= to do/make) isn't involved here. Let's start easy, basically with your example. *[disclaimer: tbh in Italian we have 2 translations for "beautiful" as it could either be bello or bellissimo, but tbh bellissimo is a bit more beautiful than bello -pls refer to this "superlative" post- so bello could be considered as "nice/cool/admirable".]

If someone is showing you something, like a kid is showing you their drawing, you could say "è bellissimo!" = (it/that) is amazing! (the subject, that the kid is holding or anyone else is pointing out to you, can be left implied). Ofc, we're using the masculine singular "bellissimo" because the subject, the drawing, in Italian is a masculine singular noun (=il disegno). You always need to conjugate the adjective according on the gender/number of the noun/thing you're referring to. eg. *you're looking at a bunch of pictures = le fotografie, feminine plural noun*: "(sono) bellissime!" The verb to be (sono) could be left implied here: it works as in the English "Amazing!", "Beautiful!", so the verb is not strictly necessary, but it adds stress ig (could be me though LOL - Italian at times is a personal experience).

Sometimes though, we may add the subject as well as a stressor, so you could tell to the kid: "Che disegno bellissimo!!" (What an amazing drawing!!) Or, eg. if you're in an art gallery looking at a painting you find amazing, you could either say "Bellissimo!" (Amazing) or "Che quadro bellissimo!" (What an amazing painting!) -> You could add a stress on your surprise by adding the stressor "ma" in the beginning of your sentence "Ma è bellissimo!" (in this case the verb to be needs to be there, generally-let's not add too much here. For now, use the verb as it helps you with conjugations, you'll move forward when you're ready^^).

You can also add a bit more of stress on the surprise/exclamation feeling you are experiencing (like eg. being gifted something or seeing/experiencing something; you could tell this to the kid too, despite as mentioned bellissimo is a bit more than bello and you cannot say "che bellissimo") by saying: - Che bello! [if it's a painting/drawing = quadro/disegno. These are masculine singular nouns so you need to use the masculine singular adjective "bello". Same goes for any other masculine noun as eg. panorama = landscape.... This masculine form works also as a general adverb for random experiencing like eg. you're riding a horse, you could say "Che bello!!" cause you're having fun] - Che bella! [if it's a picture = foto. This is a feminine singular noun and you need to use the feminine singular adjective "bella". Same goes for any other feminine noun as eg. pianta = plant...) -> "Che" here works as an exclamative adjective (LINK); it's basicaly the "that" you used in the begining of your sentence. -> To add even more stress, you could add here to a "ma" in the beginning eg. "Ma che bello/a!!" -> Yes, again beware: you need to choose between "Che bello!" or "(è) bellissimo!". No mixing allowed! ;)

Remember these too are adjectives so they need to be in the same gender/number of the thing/noun they refer to. This way, you don't have to add what they are (despite you could, to stress you're talking specifically about it). E.g. che belle foto ! = such/ these are nice pictures!

Hope this helps and it's clear enough, if you have doubts please ask again!

#it #italian #langblr #italiano #italian language #italian langblr #language #languages #parole words #traduzioni #italianblr #languageblr #italian grammar #lingua italiana #grammatica italiana #grammatica grammar

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fbfh · 1 year

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STAR ANON HERE... I'm just curious what are your fave emo bands....

STAR ANON MY BELOVED!!!!! HOW ARE YOU DOING I MISS YOU <333 first of all, amazing question. I know the defenition of the emo genre is a little loose, but my favorite emo/pop punk bands are currently palaye royale, fall out boy (obvs), and paramore.

palaye royale own this fucking ass okay. remington leith.... ooooh my god. he has singlehandedly made me reconsider my stance on rpf. vampire!remington???? oh my god. oh my god. if I could drown in his voice I would. his cover of closer my nine inch nails actually brought about the second coming of christ. at the very end of no love in la where he goes "I SAID THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS LOVE IN LaAaAyEeee-"????? dead. actually dead. the boom is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard in my life, line it up is my FUCKING ANTHEM, and dying in a hot tub live is my favorite video on the internet. I don't use the phrase "eargasm" every, but I genuinely can't think of any other way to describe remi's voice. Emerson is an amazing drummer and incredible artist (I am SO jelly of his ability to draw architecture) and Sebastian is a brilliant guitarist and is the brain cell posessor (and probably has to routinely keep remi from jumping off stuff and breaking a limb with only partial success.) the grittiness and sincerety and emotion in remington's voice really just scratches my brain in a way that nothing else does. If I could get his voice made into something tangible I would open my skull and rub my brain against it for hours. I fucking love him.

fall out boy need no introduction. "doing lines of dust and sweat off of last nights stage just to feel like you" from 27??????? lives in my head rent free. been into some of their absolute headbangers from american beauty/american psycho and infinity on high recently like novocaine, jetpack blues (i'm sorry but "do you reMEMBER HOW WE USED TO SPLIT. A. DRINK. itNEVermattEREDWHATitwas. I think." I WANT THAT TATTOOED ON MY FOREHEAD!!!!!!!), thriller (OFC) and i've got all this ringing in my ears all singlehandedly describe my brain chemistry. that's what dopamine sounds like. ALSO fourth of july will never not sound like season 3 of stranger things to me. yk all the promo art where they're all turning around???? that but in gif form while the first few notes are playing. I wish someone would make a slightly harringrove centric edit of the starcourt mall incident and the fair and everything. if anyone knows about any season 3 fourth of july edits PLEASE send them to me because "i'm starting to forget just what summer ever meant to you"????? pls

PARAMORE. FUCKING PARAMORE RAISED ME. paramore got me through my teenage years almost singlehandedly. I remember when after laughter came out. I fucking love this is why. It's almost all I've been listening to. all we know is falling???? brand new eyes???? literally paramore have ZERO SKIPS it's insane. also (maybe I just haven't heard of them) but it's really refreshing to have a female lead singer in a pop punk band bc (again as far as I'm aware) that's not as common as having a male lead singer and IF I COULD MAKE MY INNER MONOLOGUE BE HAYLEY WILLIAMS VOICE??????? PLS- listen all I wanted was you is amazing obviously but my heart?????? MY HEART?????? I wanna scream that at someone and mean it. bucket list. I can't even reccommend any paramore songs bc if I try to think of good paramore songs I'm just going to list their discography. no fucking skips and I stand by that. Hayley's solo albums also feel very twilight bella swan depression forest angst core which I FUCKING ADORE. first thing to go is tattooed in my brain, specifically paired with this scene from the greatest romcom of all time french kiss. match made in heaven.

also lip candy don't have a lot of songs out yet AS I AM TYPING THIS I JUST SAW THEY RELASED AN ALBUM????? BRB LISTENING TO THAT NOW but they sound like what I thought teenager music would sound like when I was a kid (like they nailed it fucking perfectly) and have a very nostalgic feeling and sound to them which I adore. if you stay home and never be the same fucking slap. they slap and a half. it's giving demigod adventurecore roadtrip music.

#going through a moderate family crisis so I'm answsering asks to distarct myself!!#song recs #also i'm listening to lip candys album and it does in fact slap

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omissilem · 1 year

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birth pangs of a creative

I've always longed to write music.

I don't know when it started,

but I remember as a teenager,

I would hand copy hymns, and draw the staff with a ruler, perfecting the curves of the clefs. It led to teaching myself how to use music notation software to digitize various hymns and exercises I used at church. (We used Encore back then.)

I remember clearly when I showed my band teacher one of my scrawled scores.

I said, "Look Mr. Wall, I think I wrote a song,"

sounding unsure as I trailed off by the end of the sentence. It was a lie, and I couldn't speak it. I had copied one of my favorite hymns at that time.

Mr. Wall stopped to listen as I played it out at the piano. I was so satisfied to be able to play from the map I had carefully scribed.

I shakingly beamed, waiting for his feedback.

"Uhm...this is an old protestant song, I know this song!" He said firmly.

My insides dropped. My fabricated sense of accomplishment faded, and I felt ashamed. The very first time I wanted to share my passion for writing music, I shared a lie and got caught!

Cheeks hot, I stammered, "I guess I heard it before and transcribed it from memory, heh."

I never showed anything I had written (or copied) to anyone after that.

Year after year, I would sit at the piano and try to compose, learning how to talk my feelings out with the keys.

Undisciplined and lacking knowledge, I wasn't able to transcribe any of the musical ideas that would come out.

Year after year, I kept on, trying to write at least one song.

I bought MIDI keyboards, tested software, made countless recordings and free writes. I even took a college MIDI production/composition course, eventually dropping out. I literally couldn't do my homework, or labwork. I would sit at the workstation in lab, picking out notes, and not understanding how to put them together.

I would hear my classmates singing into their mics, and laying down their tracks. I listened as they played back their licks, seeing them smile and take pleasure in each step of the process.

I was disheartened, wondering why I could not create anything when I knew I had a strong musical talent. I knew the theory, I was a capable performer. Yet, I was utterly useless when it came to creating new music.

Normally people realize after so many years of failure, that they want to put their effort to something more worthwhile.

Not me, of course.

I bought journals, and staff-lined notebooks, filled them up with lyrics without melodies, and enough books to fill a bookshelf. I poured over literature on composing. I still couldn't make a single song. I practiced, recorded, tried collaboration, tried solitude. I bought gear. I thought that if I get this or upgrade that, I could make music. I would add one thing after another, curating a myriad of MIDI keyboards, pricey headphones, and numerous apps to help me.

I still can't let go of this one thing. I've developed a complex over it, worked on it, and still. I won't give up. I can't give up.

I can't buy any more gear though, I can't add any more onto myself,

except for an absolute commitment to discipline my work ethic when creating.

It's late, I forgot what I wanted to say.

I meant to say my need to produce that one song is like a late pregnancy. I'm full of this thing inside me, it is alive, and I'm bursting. My back is tired, all my resources are feeding it, and I'm turning inside out to finally see it come into the world.

I imagine it feels like Bella from Twilight looked right before she all but died before giving birth to her child.

Can anyone relate? Or is it my own personal insanity?

I'll keep going until I can no longer.

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Marcus with a second mate who is really introverted, loves to read and is Bella’s sister? As a headcanon I love your blog and your Aro work but Marcus needs some love too

a/n: Literally so true, Marcus is definitely the most underrated of the three kings! Hope you enjoy <3

Marcus With An Introverted Mate

After Didyme - a bright soul and figure that brought optimism to even the smallest of beings - having a quiet, introverted bookworm of a mate would definitely be a change of scene for Marcus.

Though not as much, as he has been alone for hundreds of years following Didyme’s suspicious death, and him being the most reserved he has ever been.

At the beginning, it was difficult to make simple conversation as Marcus is the type to only speak when spoken to, and you mostly kept to yourself, mirroring Marcus’ actions by only speaking when spoken to.

This lead to Marcus having to step out of his comfort zone a bit.

You were usually found in the castle’s library. Reading, browsing, or you were even there sometimes just to get some peace and quiet.

Marcus followed up behind you around an hour after you arrived in the library nearly every day, not in a creepy-stalker-Joe-Goldberg-way, but in a way to show that he wanted to get to know you more, and by doing this, he usually liked to speak of the many novels that has been written and forgotten over time.

You, being the bookworm that you are, listened to every word he said, nearly drowning in his words every morning and evening.

He obviously didn’t talk about himself all the time, as he’d ask you about the book you last read, or any that you were interested in reading.

“Any pieces you’ve always been interested in, but never got the chance to read?”

Over time, however, the more you and Marcus met up in the library, even scheduling some dates here and there, you definitely opened up to him more than you’ve opened up to anyone.

And he feels the same.

You two weren’t different from each other at all, having experienced losses, either great ones or minor, and bonded over trauma, and aimed to help each other with any difficulties that may occur.

Marcus enjoys long strolls in the gardens. He likes to point out a specific group of daisies that he always seems to read by whenever it’s a beautiful day out.

“These are the daisies Didyme planted hundreds of years ago. I managed to maintain their healthiness over the years.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, who’s Didyme?”

“I don’t mind at all, Didyme was my wife. My first soulmate, and Aro’s sister. I still mourn her, of course. I’ve never loved anyone more than I loved her, until I met you.”

Reading in the gardens is something that became more regular after that.

Marcus’ stories of all the battles he was in, and how brutal he used to be.

“Some say I was more brutal than Caius at some point.”

Meeting Caius, Aro, and the guard was definitely something that stressed you out.

“What if they don’t like me, or my personality, or-“

“If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t like me. We are one.”

Holding hands nearly all the time.

Sitting by the fireplace in Marcus’ study whilst he reads to you.

He occasionally lets you braid his hair, especially after a shower.

He likes the waviness in his hair after, it reminds him of the ocean.

He often feels a lot of genuine happiness whenever he speaks of his human life, with his family, and with the memories he got to experience.

He often prefers for you to stay in the tower with Sulpicia and Athenadora during trials, since he doesn’t want you to get hurt viciously by the vampires enduring the trials.

He knows how dangerous they can be.

His engagement ring to you is something probably simple and sweet, that doesn’t draw too much attention.

“There is nothing I want more in the world than to be by your side for the rest and all of eternity. Please, from the bottom of my soul, and to the top of yours, do me the absolute best honour, and marry me.”

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nebulablakemurphy · 3 years

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 1)

Jacob Black x Fem!Vampire!Swan!Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Warning: making out lol (suggestive themes)

Prologue

“Y/N?” Charlie clears his throat, tapping lightly against his daughter’s bedroom door. “You…decent?”

“Yeah,” she swings the door open, mindful of her speed. “What’s up?”

“We need to talk.”

“Ok, shoot.” Y/N smiles.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Charlie asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Not that I’m aware of.” She narrows her eyes at him. The brown contacts slightly irritating to her new irises. “Why?”

“Well baby, you gotta understand you were gone for almost a month with some virus. Come home with no appetite, I can hear you moving around up here until all hours so I know you hardly sleep-“ Charlie pauses, drawing in a breath. “Are you on drugs?”

“What?” Y/N huffs a laugh, “Dad, no. I promise. No drugs.”

“Then what is going on? Me and your mother are worried about you.”

Y/N’s face falls, “you told Mom?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” The man shrugs.

“That’s fair,” She agrees. “Is she coming?”

“No.”

Oh thank god.

“Bella is.”

“Dad!”

“If you’re going through something, who better to help you than your sister?” Charlie reasons, leaning against the doorframe.

“Literally anyone else.” Y/N waves her hand.

“Don’t be like that.” Her father frowns. “She loves you.”

“And I love her, from a safe distance.” Dragging Bella into this shit show is the very last thing Y/N wants.

“You two used to be thick as thieves.”

“We’re not little girls anymore.”

“You are to me.” Charlie replies, somberly.

Y/N sighs, “I’m ok, Dad.” She hugs him, careful not to inhale so close to his neck.

“You’re freezing cold.” He grumbles, resting his chin atop her head.

“Drug side effect.” The Y/H/C laughs and Charlie chuckles.

“I love ya kid. That’s all.” He ruffles her hair for good measure.

Y/N is everything to him. “I know, I love you too.”

“While I have you here-“

“Mhm.” Y/N rolls her eyes, pulling away from her father.

“What’s the deal with Jacob lately? He’s very…clingy.” Charlie crosses both arms over his chest.

“He’s worried about me too I think,” she admits. “Once he sees I’m ok he’ll go back to normal.”

“Jake’s a good kid.” The chief taps his foot against the wood floor.

“He is.” Y/N nods.

“And treats you right.” Is that a statement or a question?

“I love him very much.” The girl agrees, not sure where this conversation is headed.

“Just tell me you’re being safe.”

“Dad,” if Y/N could flush she’d be bright red, her eyes as wide a saucers.

“I don’t like this either,” Charlie lifts a hand to his brow. “But I need to know that you’re at least using protection.”

“Please,” she covers her ears. “I’m safe! I promise, we are safe.”

“That’s all I need to hear! No details!” Charlie all but pleads.

“Good,” they both agree on that.

“I need to get going too. Bella should be almost to the airport, and you need to get to school.”

“On my way.” Y/N lifts her backpack from behind the door. Slinging it over one shoulder. “Oh and Dad, just for future reference, most people battling drug addiction don’t maintain a four point o gpa.”

Charlie shakes his head at her, the corner of his lips curved upward.

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“Y/N! Hi, how are you?” Alice greets as soon as the Y/H/C crosses the threshold of Forks high school.

“I’m good.” Y/N smiles, “you don’t have to worry about me. Everything is under control.”

“I know,” Alice grins.

“Yeah, I guess you do.” Y/N presses her lips together.

“It’s different with you though. I can’t see you all the time…I can’t see you when you’re with Jacob.” Alice realizes, her face set in a scowl.

“Well that is probably the best news I’ve got all day.” Y/N spins the dial of her locker.

“You’re not happy about your sister coming.” Edward says, having read her thoughts.

“You’re not happy about my sister coming either.” She points out, having caught a glimpse of his own thoughts. “Why is that Edward?” Y/N pulls open the metal door, stuffing her books inside.

“Don’t do that.” Edward warns.

“You started it.” Y/N scoffs. Her vampire abilities are the best, in her humble opinion. She can momentarily disarm and use another’s powers as her own. She can be a mind reader, a fortune teller or an emotional influencer all in one go.

“You’re worried about her finding out,” Edward’s voice is low, protecting the conversation from passerby.

“Yeah,” Y/N admits. “Look, I love my sister, but she’s safer in Jacksonville.”

“I’ve seen-“

“Alice,” Edward cuts her off. If looks could kill.

Y/N closes her locker, turning her gaze down to the wooden wolf charm bracelet at her wrist, toying with it subconsciously. As she does so often in the absence of Jacob. “Is she ok?” She asks. “I don’t need to know the rest.”

“Yes.” Alice squeezes her shoulder. “Bella will be ok.”

Y/N nods. “I should get to class.”

“I’ll walk with you,” Alice offers. Catching Jasper’s arm where he waits, partway down the hallway.

The day passes in a blur. Going through the motions until Y/N arrives home that night. Billy’s orange truck is parked in the driveway. The smell of pizza and beer fills her nostrils, alongside the scent of what she now knows to be explicitly Jacob.

Y/N catches a whiff of something new as well. Must be Bella.

Turning the handle of the front door, she steps inside. In the den, four smiling faces greet her. Bella stands up to exchange a slightly awkward embrace.

“It’s good to see you,” Y/N tells her.

“Yeah.” Bella breathes, “I’m glad you’re ok.”

The vampire pulls back, holding her at arms length. “Me too.”

“God, you look…” Bella shakes her head searching for the words. “I mean we have the same genes, this is so unfair!”

“Puberty will do that to a girl.” Y/N laughs it off. “And don’t sell yourself short, you’re like gorgeous, Bella. Seriously.”

“Agree to disagree.” Bella raises her brows, with a smile.

Jacob waits until the two of them are finished before patting the cushion beside him. “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey you,” Y/N grins, taking a seat. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, “how was your day?”

“Better now,” he breathes, pulling her close. “Bella and I were just talking about how we used to make mud pies together.”

“Mmm,” Y/N nods, “I remember.”

“Do you remember when you used to throw em at me too?” Charlie chimes in. “Never a dull moment with my girls together.”

Bella frowns, feeling slightly guilty. Having them together means the world to Charlie.

“It’s only gonna be worse now.” Y/N remarks.

“Don’t remind me.” Charlie takes a long swig of beer.

They watch the remainder of the game together, cracking jokes. It feels easy, good, having Bella here.

Y/N bids Jacob goodbye at the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Oh?” She whispers against his lips. “Sleepover?”

“If you want,” he taps his fingers against her waist. “Although technically sleepovers have been canceled indefinitely, due to the fact that you can’t sleep.”

“That’s true. I can rest my eyes though.”

Jake strokes her cheek softly, “I love your eyes.”

“Which ones?” Y/N wonders.

He smirks, “both.”

“See you later.”

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Jacob Black has been jumping through Y/N’s window for years. Now she leaves it open when she knows he’s coming.

Changing into her pajamas, the Y/H/C stands at the foot of her bed. Turning down the sheets, she sits atop the mattress. This is very human and unnecessary. She doesn’t get tired of standing, or cold.

But subconsciously she knows that these things feel familiar to Jacob. More often than not, she is trying to emulate that very human girl he fell in love with.

Jake jumps through onto the floor, without so much as a thud.

“You’re getting pretty good at that,” Y/N notes.

“Practice makes perfect.” The wolf replies, quietly closing the window behind him.

“So I’ve been told.” Y/N wrings her hands out of habit. The feeling of this body is still foreign to her.

“I can hear the wheels turning in your head.” Jacob perches himself on the bed beside her. “What’s wrong?”

“I- nothing.”

“It’s gotta be hard with Charlie and Bella here.” Carlisle warned them about the thirst.

“It’s fine,” Y/N argues. She’s not a victim of circumstance, she refuses to be.

Jacob’s fingers graze her throat tenderly. “Does it hurt all the time?”

“No,” the newborn lies. It has gotten better, but her throat constantly burns. That’s part of it, what she is now.

Jake presses his lips there instead, using his nose to nudge her head back. Trailing kisses along the exposed skin. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, baby.” Y/N shakes her head, pushing him away enough to see his face.

“I should’ve known.” Jacob counters.

“How could you know?” Y/N fights the urge to roll her eyes.

“I should’ve been more alert. I should’ve-“

“You should’ve what?” She cuts him off.

“I should’ve saved you.” Jacob stumbles over the realization.

“I’m still here.”

“Not all of you.”

Y/N is sent reeling at the words. The notion that he considers her less that whole. Although she can’t produce tears the expression on her features must be enough.

“That’s not what I meant.” Jacob amends. “I love you, so much. You are still the same to me.”

“This is too much for you. I knew it.” Y/N says, moving to her feet.

“Y/N, don’t.” Jake grabs for her hand, bringing her back in. “It’s not too much for me. I am right here and I’m gonna stay here.”

“Out of obligation.” The Y/H/C scoffs.

“No.” Jacob sighs, wishing he could wash his mouth out with soap. “I made a mistake. You know my thing with word vomit but I’m working on it. I shouldn’t have said it that way. That’s not what I meant and that’s not how I feel.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m like…” Jake pauses, his gaze flickering down to her lips, “three hundred percent positive.”

“How do you feel then? When you see me; now.” Y/N traces a finger down the slope of his nose.

“I feel guilty. I’m sorry that I caused you so much pain because I didn’t realize what was happening. I feel guilty that your life changed. I feel guilty that someone took your choices away. I feel guilty that I can’t find them.” Jacob’s voice breaks, “I was right there and I couldn’t do anything. You are everything to me and I almost lost you.”

“But you didn’t. I’m still here.”

“Yes you are. Every part of you that has ever mattered to me is right here.” Jacob murmurs.

“I love you Jake.” Y/N presses a kiss to his shoulder through the material of his t-shirt.

“I love you more.” He argues, catching her hand and bringing it up to his lips. Trailing up her forearm, past her elbow, all the way to her mouth.

Their lips dancing over one another for a long moment.

“I want you.” Jacob breathes into her mouth.

“Jake.” She stops his wandering hands. “We can’t.”

“I trust you. You won’t hurt me.” Jacob watches Y/N through dark lashes.

“I-“

“Do you want me?”

“That’s not fair.” She all but whines.

“Do you want me, baby?” He asks a second time.

“More than anything.” Y/N admits.

“Stop fighting it.” His mouth is desperate against hers. “Stop pushing me away.”

“I’m scared.” She could miscalculate her strength and hurt him. He could phase from being so physically close to a vampire. They were now biologically engineered to be moral enemies.

“The second it’s too much we stop,” Jacob promises. “I’ll tell you.”

Y/N bows her head, “ok.”

Her hands send a shiver up his spine. But even still, her touch fills him with warmth, purpose. Love.

Maybe she can still have the things she once did. Maybe she can still be loved and cherished. Maybe she can still have him.

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Y/N leaves her room the next morning dressed and ready for school; catching Bella in the hallway. The brunette’s eyes find her sister’s and she flushes beat red.

“What?” Y/N asks, “is there something on my face?”

“No.” Bella shakes her head. “So you and Jacob, huh?”

“Mhm,” the Y/H/C arches a brow.

“All night?” Bella chews nervously at her bottom lip.

Y/N can’t help but laugh. “Sorry about that…I’m not used to having anyone so close to my room. Dad sleeps on the couch a lot.”

“No, it’s ok.” Bella assures her. “Good for you I mean. You look really happy.”

“How could I be unhappy?” Y/N teases.

Chapter Two

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I was wondering...I was always confused about Narcissa’s hair. It’s been a while since I read the books. Did she color it blonde to show her now belonging to House Malfoys. Or was it naturally blonde? Movies confused me a bit I guess.

Yes, this had me confused too! I've agonized and toiled over it, more than I probably should, about how I should draw her hair because people have generally different views, which is totally understandable! 💕

And I've always wanted to discuss it, so now that I've been given a reason to... Well.

If you take a look at some of my Narcissa fanart, you'll notice the different ways I'd color her hair. I was so confused. Is she a light blonde? Dark blonde? A mix of raven hair and blonde hair? If she has blonde hair then why does her family have (mostly) dark hair? And WHY does she have blue eyes?! This woman is absolutely confusing! (Which is kind of, you know, fitting because Narcissa always loves to be a mystery to literally anyone lol)

So I did my homework, asked around, and scoured every bit of information, canon or otherwise, that I could find about her. It led me to this:

In canon, this is what the Black sisters look like. You can find the page here. Narcissa is a child here, and already has blonde hair. So we can go ahead and safely assume that she was born with natural blonde hair. But in the films, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. I don't actually know why they gave her that hair color, maybe so that the audiences wouldn't question her blood relations with the Blacks--I don't know. I really don't. But now we have a book version Narcissa, one who has full blonde hair. And a movie version Narcissa, one who has raven and blonde hair. At least, that's how the different hair colors started: a movie version, and a book version.

So... here's where it gets confusing.

To my knowledge, it isn't actually explained why her hair color is the way it is in both the movies and the books. Having blonde hair does raise many questions, how is she the "only" blonde in a family of dark hair and dark eyes? To top it all off, it gets even more confusing, because fanon writes and draws her either as a full blonde or a mix of raven and blonde hair. We just have this large pile to sift through of her having either hair color. No one actually explains anything. She's just... infuriatingly there. She's either blonde or raven haired and blonde. BUT fanfiction writers, as I've observed, give their own reasons why Narcissa's hair color is the way it is in their respective stories. And it's actually pretty creative and interesting! It adds even greater depth to her character, and it fits the narrative of the story even better. Remember, the character we're dealing with is Narcissa Black. One of her main traits is "she won't do anything unless there is a clear purpose behind it." This character is deliberate, meticulous, and she makes sure to plan ahead at all times. And so, some fanfiction writers decide to play on that.

You can skip this part if you want to avoid spoilers but I've compiled a small list of instances in (Cissamione) fanfiction where Narcissa's hair is mentioned.

🔹 In Extinction by rubikanon in Chapter 10: Build and Break, Hermione asks Narcissa about it. Here, Narcissa has black and blonde hair. She explains that she only decided to dye it blonde to "fit in with the Malfoys." We can gather two things from that alone, which resonates with her character perfectly: 1.) Narcissa is loyal and 2.) Narcissa purposefully wants to show the rest of the world how loyal she is by committing to having blonde hair. The woman has some serious commitment, and it shows. But now, the way that it's slowly growing back into her natural black hair color, hints that perhaps Narcissa no longer wishes to fit in with the Malfoys. However, if we take an even closer look, we can safely assume that Narcissa isn't the kind of person to just leave her hair color "unattended" like that. Remember, she's meticulous. And this is a big deal for her, the fact that she's just kind of letting it grow back instead of either fully dyeing it back to black, or dyeing it back to blonde. It suggests that perhaps she's a little unsure this time, perhaps it is her uncertainty that is the reason why it's now a mix of both. Another grey area? Or maybe it's actually something more deliberate? Maybe now, she likes that it's a mix of both. That other half now being solely for Draco, and not to fit in (completely) with the Malfoys any longer. Who knows why Narcissa does things the way she does? We can speculate to the ends of the earth, or be as smart as Hermione Granger (or with the case of Extinction, see Hermione's thoughts), but something tells me we'd still be a good step behind.

"Which one is your natural hair color?" I wondered aloud.

(Narcissa) She glanced up at the unexpected question. I was relieved she hadn't sensed my attention yet. It's not like I meant anything by it, I told myself. She was so beautiful, one couldn't help but notice. And feel physically drawn to her. And want to see her two-toned hair fanned across her back, slipping over the bare skin, silky beneath my fingers...

"Why do you ask?" Her query brought me back to reality, and I hurriedly corrected my imagination to include a pretty dress covering the rest of her.

"I don't know." I chewed the inside of my cheek, suppressing my other thoughts. "I'm just curious."

Her gaze returned to the fire. "You've seen enough of my relatives to guess which color is genetic. The blond is something I added to fit in with the Malfoys, after Draco was born." She was quiet for a moment. "He looks so much like his father. I suppose I wanted to share some resemblance."

🔹 In Killing Me Softly by Looktotheedges in Chapter 4: Nagging, Hermione suggests that perhaps Narcissa is part Veela because of her blonde hair and very attractive features, like Fleur. Which is this whole other theory/plot that's very interesting, but won't be discussed in this post. Narcissa tells Hermione that Sirius has always been blonde, and that it isn't out of the question for her to be blonde either. Sirius Black. A blonde. I know! Maybe it's there because it's funny that Sirius is actually blonde like Narcissa. Prissy, haughty, lady-like Narcissa. Arguably the 'girliest' cousin that he has. No, no, no. He doesn't want to be anything like Narcissa. Anyway, if that's the reason, I think that's hilarious and cute.

Narcissa turns away. 'I am aware my appearance is frightfully drab. Work has been…'

Hermione holds back a disbelieving scoff. 'Narcissa. You always look beautiful. And you’re talking to the witch with grass in her hair who practically lives in her office all week.'

Narcissa just leans further over the crib. 'A blonde little boy. It has been so long since… I can almost imagine…'

Hermione stands next to her. Looks down at the peacefully sleeping Louis. He does look remarkably like Draco. 'Are you sure there’s no Veela blood in you? You weren’t secretly switched at birth?'

'Like a changeling?'

'It would explain your blonde hair.'

'Sirius was also blonde, it is not completely out of the question for us Blacks.'

What?!

(...) 'I know. But it is the truth. He was blond until he was about seven… then it began to darken. Mousy. Dull. He wanted to look cool and brooding instead, so he got his hands on some kind of charm right before he set off for Hogwarts. A new, edgy Sirius. It was around then he forbade us from calling him Siri. Said it sounded too girly.'

🔹 In Fixed in Time by TheWorldsaBeastofBurden in Chapter 9: Sisters and Saviors, it's also tackled a little humorously. Andromeda let's a little comment slip while they're in the middle of trying to heal Hermione. Something funny, something that suggests Andromeda and Bella, when they were children, have always wondered why Narcissa is blonde unlike them.

The first words spoken occurred after they’d risen and attempted their casting. Andromeda’s preparedness to take on their task had been clear in her mind so Narcissa rose with her sister, wrapped an arm around her waist and held her near as the woman raised her wand to draw up the rest of the injury she’d dropped, half a slash across Hermione’s hip bone…

That remained half, as Andromeda growled out, “...it isn’t working.” she looked to Narcissa, “Why aren’t you powering me?”

What nonsense? “I am!” she insisted. She was! Or “I- I am trying to!” Her magic was active and alive, pulsing to rise from her skin and transfer into Andromeda’s but it- it wasn’t working! “Could...could it be that you were disowned?”

“Disowning doesn’t take away the fact that we share blood, our magic is directly related. Ugh, Bella always said you were adopted!”

“Oh ha- oh.”

“...oh?” Andromeda returned.

“...it’s not an issue of power. It is what I intend to aid in casting,” Narcissa slowly worked out. Oh, it was most blessed Mister Goyle could be brought to assist the present Hermione. If her present self had been brought to aid Andromeda? “...I cannot harm Hermione.”

Andromeda sighed with some frustration. “I understand you are so tenderly in love-”

“It isn’t- I’m avowed! I- when we arrived from the future we had to escape Malfoy Manor, I couldn’t bring Hermione through the wards without...I couldn’t add her directly, that would be visible. I had to...attach her permission to mine.”

🔹 In Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres), which probably gives one of the most interesting backstories for Narcissa's hair, for why it's blonde. I can't put a clip of the scene here without hogging up a huge chunk of space on your dash, so I'll try to explain it as best I can instead.

Understand that these come with serious 🛑spoilers🛑 so please do read it at your own risk.

In Glass Silence, Narcissa's hair and eye color was black at birth. But after an accident with raw magic, something Bellatrix wasn't able to control when they were children, Narcissa almost dies. Bellatrix, using even more raw magic, tries desperately to pull Narcissa's "life force" back, but at the cost of losing the eumelanin that made Narcissa's eyes and hair black. Narcissa survived, but now has very little eumelanin left, which is why she's so pale, blonde, and has blue eyes. Every time Narcissa looks at a mirror, her reflection is a reminder of the day she almost died. Bella, on the other hand, is reminded of that day every single time she looks at Narcissa.

So! These are only a few fanfictions I could think of at the top of my head that tackles the issue of Narcissa's hair. In the books, to my knowledge, she is described as having blonde hair and very pale skin.

But let's take another deep dive, if you're up for it.

These are mostly theories, which are largely unconfirmed, but I think they're interesting to think about.

There's this description in the wiki:

"Narcissa Malfoy is described as tall, slim, "nice looking", and very pale, with blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a clear, cold voice. Her hair colouring thus differs from most of the House of Black, who generally have dark hair, though Narcissa does possess the arrogant good looks characteristic of her family."

There's also this pinterest photo of the Black sisters being compared to each other side by side, descriptively and physically. I'm so sorry, I don't know who drew it, but here's a link to the post on pinterest.

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

Which is interesting because this hints that she's... different. It's a bit literal in this sense--she comes from a pureblood family, arguably the most influential and notorious one, the Blacks, who mostly have dark hair and eyes, and yet her physical appearance directly contrast that. There's also the matter of her namesake. She's the only Black to be named after a flower instead of a galaxy or a star. We aren't really given any explanation why she's the only one who's different. Even Sirius, who fought and died for the side of the Light, is named after the brightest star in the sky. Even Andromeda. It's been said that this is actually meant to be a parallel of some sort to Lily Evans. Narcissa and Lily are both named after flowers, even Petunia (Lily's sister). And I know there's this thing where it's a tie up to how Harry was ultimately saved by a mother's love: Harry lived at the beginning because of his mother's love, and Harry lives once again at the end of the books because Narcissa, a mother who wanted to save her own son, saved him.

If you read that scene in the books where Harry is saved by Narcissa, the whole scene is actually... pretty soft? There's that sort of disarming softness about Narcissa in that moment, where Harry expected to be callously dragged and prodded for a heartbeat. Instead, he gets a surprisingly gentle touch, a curtain of long blonde hair shielding him from the darkness, and the kind of tenderness he wouldn't expect from his enemies, "Is Draco alive?"

It's almost like Narcissa's appearance is something of a "tell". With Andromeda, she's described to have kind eyes, open, unguarded. She inherited her family's dark eyes and dark hair, and she even looks like Bellatrix's twin. I suppose we could say, Andromeda wants to fight that in any way she can by being openly kind. Narcissa is quite literally the opposite--guarded eyes, stoic expressions, cool and calculated emotions. We're veering into this fine line between fanon and canon in terms of their characterization (but only due to lack of canon materials) but personally, I think Narcissa having blonde hair and blue eyes is somewhat more fitting for her character. Again, this line:

"Narcissa threw back her hood. She was so pale she seemed to shine in the darkness... long blonde hair streaming down her back."

It's like that one glaringly obvious hint that everyone overlooks simply because... because it's the most obvious one. "Me! I'm different! I'm the last person you'd expect, but it really is me!"

Anyway. I've rambled on long enough. Hope this clears up some of that confusion, anon. Hoping it didn't ADD even more confusion... 😂 At the end of the day, this is just me speculating, gushing, and being One Big Fool™. So.

But either way, blonde hair, dark hair, mix of both, I adore her. Pretty much.

#narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #cissamione #anon #HAIR TALK #drabstuff #stupid ramblings

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ransprang · 3 years

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Hii! My name is Angel and I was wondering if I could request a male romantic NSFW + SFW matchup for Harry Potter and Community :)? When it comes to personality, i fluctuate between being an introvert and extrovert, it really depends on my mood, but im mostly an extrovert. Im creative and enjoy finding new hobbies. I rarley ever get mad, im a very chill person. My hobbies are video editing and drawing! I like guys who are super possessive, jealous, and protective, and I dislike guys who are very needy/lovey dovey. I like someone who allows me my space from time to time :)

Im an aquarius XNTP, I have short chin length brown hair which im kinda insecure about, 5’3 and more of a skinny body type. I have brown eyes but i normally wear my gray eye contacts! My clothing style is sort of fairy grunge meets bella swan vibes if that makes sense! My love language is quality time and im a ravenclaw. I have a crippling phobia of moths, so anyone willing to kill a moth for me would be nice 💪🥲

Thank you so much for this opportunity!💕

hii Angel thanks for the request. Your type is literally the same as admin sav and the opposite of admin sar lmao. Also.. we're so sorry we got a bit carried away and had too much fun with this one. Hope you still like it!

The moths to your flame,

Admins sav, san & sar

(harry potter & community match ups are under the cut)

YOUR HARRY POTTER MATCH UP IS.....SNAPE!!

SFW

Since you're a Ravenclaw it's not offensive to him. Slytherins and Ravenclaws go well together. He'd respect your intelligence

If you slick your hair back you can look just like Snape since your hair length is the same as his. You can also dye your hair red if you want to remind him of Lily for fun.

Snape doesn't understand muggle contact lenses. So he thinks you're doing witchcraft to make your eyes turn from brown to gray and back.

Other teachers try to hit on you and he tells them to fuck right off. He makes sure they know you're his woman. His toy. To do so he sends certain consensual tapes to persistent teachers.

He appreciates that you don't get angry because he's quite short tempered.

He likes putting on your fairy grunge dresses because he thinks they're cute. And you can't keep your hands off of him.

When Voldemort comes over for a sleepover Snape makes sure you're protected and hidden from his sight. Snape let's you hide in his expansive robe :)

N/SFW

Hes going to use the oil he uses to slick back his hair on your body and massage your bare skin with his body.

He will be so passionate when he has sex, those nasally moans will make you cum even faster than you expect.

Back shots for days he will want to imagine Lily Potter anyways (Jk (rowling))

This man spends his days being so stern and upright he would want to vent and release his frustrations at night. He likes spanking and hair pulling (his hair that is)

Snape is a dom. He'd slap your ass and stick his 'wand' up there from time to time.

YOUR COMMUNITY MATCH UP IS.....LEONARD!!

SFW

Leonard is the bad boy of Greendale. The man has ear piercings, would totally be protective, jealous and possessive. You are his girl now, no one in Greendale messes with you.

Nothing scares this man so he will gladly kill moths for you with his bare hands.

He is a very confident man, but if a young attractive man like Jeff tries to hit on you Leonard will put his arm around you and maybe lower it to cop a feel, while making eye contact with Jeff. He truly is a top tier alpha male.

Even though Leonard is a bit of a video editing god himself. He would still love they you can edit videos too. You could teach him about latest technology and editing tricks to grow his YouTube channel.

He loves pranking the students of Greendale with his gang and would love it if you joined them to relive their youth. Your creativity would come in handy to come up with new pranks.

N/SFW

He would love to ravish you in his Honda Civic. So lots of car sex.

He would film a review of your pussy. If would never be below 6/5 stars :)

While he is a dom, most of the time you need to be on top because of his hip and limited stamina.

Old people are notorious for their viagra, so he can really get his engine revving.

He enjoys moaning good girl into your ear. He hates it when you call him grand daddy.

Leonard's unlimited years at community college gave him tons of experience. Thus, he has plenty of sexual experience and knows how to pleasure women.

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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12 Anti LO Asks

1. this is something thats so unintentional about the colors choices rachel makes in comic but pure white clothing in ancient times literally denoted slaves and the poor, because they couldnt afford dyes or threads to make their clothes colorful. even beyond that, white (as she admits in the idea of it being a "wedding dress") can be seen as a gross visual of women needing to be "pure" and "virginial". i thought this was supposed to be against purity culture? why is she visually reinforcing it?

2. punderworld suffers from the same issues as LO does, though, it's just less blatant. demeter is still abusive, people still look alike, and the rest of the kings are still put down to make hades seem like the best option.

3. is lo hades even actually attractive though? i dont mean looks, i mean personality. bc he just seems like a power hungry authoritarian who refuses to ever let go of control and hates to be questioned and not get his way. he just doesnt seem like a pleasant person at all, much less one this sweet and bubbly persephone would be happy with once the honeymoon stage fades away. i understand LO is going for persephone becoming like him to to be queen, but shouldnt it be the reverse?

4. honestly, even ana steele and bella swan had defined interests and personality traits, meanwhile LO persephone is just a blank piece of wood nearly four years in. having a few times showing her reading a book is not enough to claim she has anything going for her. shes just there to be developed around hades, not to be an character on her own.

5. all im saying is suitor armor had a whole month past between two episodes while LO hasnt even meet a full month in almost 200.

6. in regards to the humor in LO, rachel just isnt funny lmao. what she finds funny is very juvenile (fart jokes, people yelling, weird facial expressions, cringey millennial "humor", even memes as panels) that it just undermines what's supposed to be a "grand epic" like she's trying to make LO out to be. I think humor is good in serious stories when done right, but she adds them way too often and at bad times that it just makes it immature and takes you out of the story.

7. the problem too with LO refusing to use time skips and showing every minute of every day is that is basically bans the fans being able to speculate and fill in the gaps with little what ifs and the like. theyre allowed to no room to imagine their own scenarios or interpretations because LO is like this is how it is! do not question it! do not stray from it! which is like? how is that fun to read if the creator refuses to let the readers form an opinion outside of exactly what they say?

8. that one anon is selling disney princesses short. cinderella had the deep connection to her departed mother, snow white was exceedingly kind, aurora was rebellious and strong willed, jasmine, belle, mulan, and others had goals and personality to them. if anything comparing LO persephone to them is an insult, because she is nothing but hades' trophy wife and possible brooding mare. The disney princesses don't need their princes to be princesses, but LO persephone needs hades to be anyone.

9. honestly lo hades both build and face-wise doesnt even look different from any other man in the series (bc rachel cant draw anymore than two faces i guess) but her purposely making him have such short, white hair, always in boring suits, and acting the way he does makes him seem WAY older, which makes his gap in power, experience, and age to persephone, who is designed to be so childlike, even worse. making his so sharp and cold looking is a good idea on paper, but it kinda ends up backfiring,

10. even the synopsis is a lie at this point. like it sells LO as some light hearted, glamorous teen drama, but then you read it as its a degraded in art, disjointed mess of rachel trying to juggle persephone marrying a guy she hasnt known a month, kissing hades' capitalist ass, hera being a #GirlBoss, a second god war, a horrible handling of sexual assault, hamfisted cameos, illogical made up ships, american-named OCs, butchered "retellings", ill thought out coups, and shopping montages.

11. ok but we have to be thankful tumblr is basically a dead website because if not LO fans would be on those fandom chains going "little goddesses grab your pomegranates 😤" unironically like superwholock fans talking about sonic screwdrivers n shit.

12. on the subject of lawyers for persephone: wouldnt that be a perfect chance to introduce an actual law goddess? like dike, maybe themis, someone like that, as opposed forcing hades into a very biased role that makes no sense. like i know rachel only put him in that role to be like aw look how powerful he is and how devoted he is to keeping her out of trouble! but i just see it as a set up to persephone once again being dependent on him, this time for her own life. like? how is that romantic?

From OP, Not Anon: ---FP Spoiler---

RS ‘got rid’ of Themis by putting her on maternity leave. Can’t have an actual law god(dess) defend Persephone/Demeter I guess 💀💔

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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thesquishyrogue · 2 years

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Hey kids! Today's featured words are ENTOMOLOGY and HETEROCHROMIA!

Meet The Bug Whisperer

REAL NAME: Bella Thompson

AGE: 10

SUPERPOWER: The ability to communicate telepathically with bugs, and often control them

LIKES: Entomology, drawing, reading, her pet/sidekick tarantula Francis, hanging out with other villains, petty theft, the colors green and blue

DISLIKES: Her parents, people who call bugs gross, her eyes, being yelled at, being talked down to

A FEW FACTS

- She's very good friends with Tobey. The two bonded at school because they're both quite antisocial towards the other students, thus drifting towards each other. He is the very first person she ever reveals her alter ego to, and in turn he is the one who introduces her to the other villains.

- Once meeting the other villains, she immediately becomes close with Granny May. She was very close with her own grandmother before she passed away when she was a small child, and she hasn't felt that much tenderness since. Granny May basically treats her like her own granddaughter and Bella eats it right up.

- She's interested in becoming closer with Dr. Two-Brains, because she very much admires his intellect. However, the moment Dr. Two-Brains saw Francis crawl onto her shoulder, he steered clear of her. While Bella doesn't entirely blame him for his arachnophobia, she hopes that as they get to know each other she can warm him up to spiders (or at least Francis). Nevertheless, she gets along great with his henchmen.

- Her parents are both crippling alcoholics. And while they're not physically abusive of her, they do fight a lot and mostly just neglect her. She uses this to her advantage when sneaking out of the house, which has only gotten easier since discovering her power.

- She WILL randomly spout bug facts, even if nobody asked

- Her favorite bug is obviously spiders, particularly tarantulas. But she's also very fond of bees and mantises.

- She's sort of "frienemies" with Becky, and by extension Wordgirl. While the two don't hang out or talk much at school, they show mutual respect for each other. Bella knows that Becky is actually Wordgirl, and finds it quite hilarious that no one else has figured it out despite how obvious it is. She doesn't say a word about it to anyone, however. Having a secret identity herself, she knows better than to stoop so low as to reveal someone else's. Though she still gets her kicks by using her manipulation of bugs to pick on/outrun Wordgirl.

- Her crimes are usually quite tame, mostly things like shoplifting or other forms of stealing. She would never actually use her powers to hurt anyone or cause too much collateral damage, she wouldn't be able to handle the guilt.

- The only other villains she can't really stand are Eileen and Victoria. They just annoy her too much.

- She's bullied quite a bit in school for her eyes, and her love of bugs. It's one thing she and Tobey bond over.

- She likes listening to cringey edgy music. It makes her feel cool.

- The wings and antenna on her costume aren't functional, they're literally just for show.

- She has a habit of abbreviating people's names when addressing them. Example: Tobey - Tobes, Becky - Becks, The Butcher - Butch, Dr. Two-Brains - Doc, etc.

#wordgirl #wordgirl oc #i had to okay #i had to think this over for about a week or so but I'm proud of what i came up with #ngl tho she's basically just like Aquaman but with bugs but that's ok #tw bugs #tw spiders #tw arachnophobia #tw alcoholism #tw bullying #bella thompson #the bug whisperer

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years

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For a considerable amount of the day, Oikawa found himself seized by a net of emotions. Aiding Osamu in his quest to earn your forgiveness was certainly the correct decision, a fact affirmed by your reaction to the cook’s presence. Yet, since his departure from the apartment, the setter struggled to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile. What plagued him stemmed from a rather selfish desire, albeit a natural one. The thought of returning home to an empty apartment had stirred awake a sense of loneliness, one that had been dormant since your arrival. Truthfully, he missed his best friends, and while he knew that Japan was your home, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye.

And was it really that terrible that he wanted to spend a little more time with you?

A mixture between a sigh and grunt was exhaled by the volleyball player as he twisted the doorknob and nudged open the door. Maybe it was time for him to get a roommate. It would certainly be better than spending most of his time alone.

“Tooru?”

Pausing mid-step, his eyes travelled across the room, instantly searching for the one who called him.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” The brunette blinked slowly, adjusting to the dimmed lighting. It took him a few seconds to process the scene ahead – but there you were, lounging on the couch with a pillow hugged against your chest. His first instinct was to scan the open space for a second figure, though to his disbelief, you were alone. “I thought you would have left with the onigiri man.”

His admission was initially responded to with a little tisk, with the sound resonating from the inside of your mouth. The noise prompted the setter to expel a partially suppressed chortle as he tossed his keys onto the coffee table. Your artificial display of disappointment only increased the joy slowly washing over him. He had spent the entire day fixated on the possibility that you would leave without a goodbye, thereby neglecting to consider that you could have chosen to stay.

“Was that disappointment in your voice, Tooru?” Adjusting your position on the couch, you narrowed your eyelids into a questioning glare. Of course, you knew it wasn’t disappointment laced into his inquiry, and yet you felt compelled to tease him.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you know? I only invited Miya here to get rid of you.”

The snarky remark did not pierce through your false veil of suspicion, and when he claimed the spot next to you on the couch, a playful growl vibrated inside your throat.

“How unfortunate that I got rid of him instead.”

“Yeah right. You didn’t.” Oikawa was well acquainted with your teasing ways, and the sarcasm coating your witty counter did not go unnoticed. There were also other factors that led him to dismiss your response. The likelihood of you remaining inside and sober after breaking off your relationship was extremely low. Additionally, even if your emotional stability tipped on the scale towards insanity, he could not see you murdering your fiancé. Murdering the girl who had caused this entire mess, though? He could predict that. And he knew for a fact, you would be a very theatrical killer, and if anyone would be your partner in crime, it would be Hanamaki.

But that was not the point right now!

Noticing the setter’s gaze travel in the opposite direction as his mind wandered, you rolled your eyes, providing your head a short shake. “Of course, I didn’t.”

The annoyance in your response guided him back to the conversation, forcing him to abandon his concerns about your mental state. Stretching out slightly, he brushed his knee against yours, seeking to demonstrate that you once again had his full attention. “So, if you didn’t get rid of him, why are you still here?”

“Wow, now I’m seriously thinking you did want to get rid of me!” A dramatic gasp parted your lips, as you scooted forward, fully intending on delivering his forehead a flick if he continued this charade.

“Y/n, don’t look at me like that!” Lifting his hands in surrender, laughter bubbled from his chest. “You know what I mean. What’s going on? You two are usually inseparable.” It was for that reason alone, he thought you would have elected to leave tonight.

The question generated a wave of exhaustion to collide with your chest, prompting a knot to form inside your ribcage. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip roughly, you shifted your attention to the television, seeking a remedy for your sudden change in mood. The alteration in your confidence surprised him.

“Things have changed, Tooru.” Bitterness crawled up your esophagus, disguising itself as laughter as you curled your fingers in, digging your nails into your palms. “I’ve been sitting here for two hours obsessing over that. I didn’t want things to change. I was happy before.” Frustrated with the vulnerability in your words, tension strained your jaw. “I don’t want to start over from the beginning. I loved my relationship with him… Well... mostly. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The cries spilling from your swollen lips were intertwined with a silent beg – as if you were pleading him to say something – anything, that could solve the damage your relationship had endured.

“So, don’t start over from the beginning. Things went wrong recently right. Redo the last three months.” His solution had sounded much more refined in his head, and now that he vocalized it, it dawned on him how ridiculous it was. A tense smile stretched out his lips as you squinted at him, attempting to comprehend what the hell was just said.

“Do you have a time machine I don’t know about, Jimmy Neutron? Because if you do, I have a few points in time that I would like to revisit.” The emotions that had sparked just a moment ago faltered, with amusement claiming its spot. While his solution did not provide you the remedy you sought, it did at least silence the increasing irritation flooding your nerves.

“You did not just compare me to that acorn headed kid.” Bewildered, Oikawa reeled back, straightening his posture.

“I always thought his hair looked like ice cream.” A thoughtful expression painted your features, the ridiculousness of your comment further soothing the erratic beating inside of your chest.

“I’m sorry – what?” He was unsure whether you were purposefully deflecting or if this was merely the result of your minimal attention span. Either way, he needed to guide you back to the topic that required addressing. “You know, this is not the point! I was trying to support you.” Reaching out, he poked at your nose with his index finger.

“Oh, I know. Emphasis on ‘trying’.” Snickering to yourself, you gently swatted away his finger. But the male took the action to heart, holding the now ‘injured’ limb to his chest protectively.

“At least I’m trying.” The puppy-like expression that brought his caramel irises to expand dismantled any desire you had to continue teasing him.

“Fine, tell me Bill Nye. How do I ‘redo’ the last three months?” Your brows were provided a lift, indicting your willingness to receive his ‘advice’.

“I didn’t mean literally! I meant, work on what went wrong. Like…” Permitting his gaze to wander away from yours, he laced his fingers together, twiddling his thumbs. “your drinking habits.” The comment was followed by a little innocent whistle, and from the side of his eye, he saw you twitch at the sound.

“Okay. Touché, pretty boy.” He was absolutely correct in his assessment, but that did not keep your features from twitching into a scowl. Why did he have to come for you like that?

“You’re going to have to accept that your relationship won’t go back to normal right away. But what you can do is try and work on what went wrong.” Based on your receptiveness to his first suggestion, Oikawa assumed you would be open to hearing his additional comments. But he was sadly mistaken.

“What do you think you are, a marriage counselor?” Feigning disgust, you planted your palms on his cheeks, squishing his face together. “What are you going to say next? A relationship is something that can bloom? And communication is something you can polish?”

“On second thought, I do want you gone!” As you continued to play with his face, the setter sniffled before curling his lips out into a pout. Cold. You were so damn cold.

“I’m just kidding. Come here, ice cream head.” After releasing his cheeks from your grip, you snaked your arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight embrace. “I appreciate you a lot.”

Your words provided Oikawa a bit of comfort, but he continued to pout, aiming to tug on your heartstrings.

“You better.”

Let’s do it again, shall we - jimmy neutron

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A/N: so in this part and the next I have purposefully included little references to earlier parts & the prequel ;3

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Taglist continued in the comments from my personal ❣️

#osamu x you #osamu scenario #osamu smau #hq osamu #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #osamu miya #miya osamu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smau

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kats-kradle · 3 years

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after working on various Carlisle fics for a YEAR i managed to write this in two hours i am both annoyed and impressed with myself

Carlisle sighed as he turned off the car motor, staring blankly at the house. The girls were all out for the day, and Edward was with Bella. That left only Jasper and Emmett, who, if the whoops and shrieks and crashes from the backyard were any indication, were otherwise engaged. He ran a hand over his face shakily. For once, he was glad to be met with an empty house. A glance at the clock in the car showed that he had been sitting there for ten minutes already.

Ten minutes.

That’s how long she lived once she got the the hospital. The beeping of the machines as she flatlined rang in his ears tauntingly, as if saying look what you’ve done. Look how you’ve failed.

He got out of the car after a while. He let himself into the house quietly, as to not alert Jasper and Emmett, and hung his coat up on his hook by the door. He paused a moment as he surveyed the hooks lined up next to his, a faint smile finding its way to his face as the gleeful shrieks from outside reached his ears and a familiar warmth filled him at the thought of his family. It faded fast, however, as he remembered with a sharp pang the parents who wouldn’t be permitted to enjoy the luxury of hearing their children play together. He sighed again, an ache settling in his chest as he walked mechanically to the kitchen table and set his bag on it before he sank down into a chair, his legs unable to hold him any longer.

She had been nine. There was a horrible accident—a patch of ice, a drunk driver—and she passed away ten minutes after the ambulance rushed her to the hospital, in the middle of the surgery. Her parents and brother were lucky enough to survive. Perhaps that was the wrong word; he knew were he in their place he would not consider himself “lucky” to have to carry on after losing a child. The screen door in the back slammed shut, letting in the sounds of teasing and laughing.

“Carlisle! You’re home early,” Jasper commented as he entered the kitchen, a laugh still lingering in his voice. The older vampire tried his best to school his features into something something less conflicted.

“Yes, I—I suppose I am,” he said quietly, looking down at his hands. Jasper stopped in his tracks, his face creasing in concern.

“You okay?” he asked. Carlisle made a halfhearted attempt to draw another emotion to mind to try and shield Jasper from him and opened his mouth to respond with some lie, but the words died in his mouth. Two arms wrapped around him from behind and gave him a squeeze.

“I’m fine,” he murmured after a moment. His hand went up to try and detach the arms, but faltered and came to rest on them instead. His mind drifted back to the little girl and her family. He left before they had regained consciousness—ran like a coward—and he absentmindedly wondered if they would hate him for not saving her.

He knew that he did.

There had been a brief, panicked moment where he considered turning her—but it wouldn’t be fair. It wasn’t fair to anyone who was turned, to take away their lives in exchange for a meaningless, eternal existence. His gaze wandered back to the hooks by the door. And he had sentenced them to that. Jasper gave him another squeeze, grounding him to the present.

“What’s going on?” he asked. He sounded almost scared, and Carlisle swallowed heavily past the lump that had formed in his throat, a wave of guilt washing over him.

“Nothing. I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?”

Carlisle’s head drooped, the weight of his guilt shoving it down.

“For everything,” he murmured, “that you’re condemned to a life you didn’t choose. That I condemned others to the same life, knowing the hardships of it.”

The screen door slammed again.

“Jaz!” Emmett called out, “did you find the basketball?” He faltered when he caught sight of the two vampires at the table.

“Is everything okay?” he asked immediately. He was by their side in a flash. Jasper exchanged a glance with him and gave a small shake of his head; Emmett gave a small nod in return. It was ironic, that they had their own silent way of communicating when Edward was the one who was a telepath.

“You didn’t condemn them,” Jasper said firmly, turning back to Carlisle, “and I don’t feel condemned either, not anymore. Because of your kindness, I have a second chance at life, a chance to learn from mistakes, and... choose the right side.” Carlisle didn’t need telepathy to know that the other vampire was thinking back to his time in the Civil War. He gave his arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

“Yeah,” Emmett agreed as he swung a leg over the chair next to him and plopped down, “if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have anything—I’d literally be dead. I didn’t even have a family before, and now I have a beautiful wife, parents, and three siblings who are irritating as hell.”

“I’d better be your favorite,” Jasper growled, but there was no real threat behind his voice. Emmett let out a laugh.

“Don’t let Edward know, he’ll mope for weeks,” he said with a wink. The chuckle that escaped Carlisle caught in his throat and almost morphed into a sob. His hand instinctively tightened on Jasper’s arm and he ducked his head as he took a shuddering breath, trying to choke back the tears that sprang forth. Emmett and Jasper quieted instantly and Carlisle could tell that they were worried and oh, how he hated worrying them. Emmett reached across the table and took his hand. Carlisle gripped it like a lifeline.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, “I’m fine, I just need a moment.” Jasper’s head dropped down to his shoulder and he leaned his own head against it, trying to reassure the younger vampire as much as comfort himself.

“Did something happen at the hospital?” Emmett asked, showing a rare display of seriousness. Carlisle nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak yet. Emmett nodded as well, not seeming to know what else to do.

“Did someone die?” he asked hesitantly. Carlisle nodded again.

“She was nine,” he whispered, “I—I couldn’t—” he broke off. Jasper hummed in an understanding way and Emmett stood and wrapped both of them in a hug. Carlisle squeezed his eyes against the burning tears that spilled out without his permission.

“I don’t deserve this,” he choked out, “I don’t deserve any of you.”

“Wow, I know we’re a handful, but I didn’t know you felt that way,” Emmett teased in a mock-offended voice, purposely flipping the self-deprecating sentence around. Carlisle let out a wet laugh. Emmett held them tighter. They stayed like that for a while before Carlisle managed to get his emotions under control again.

“I’m alright now,” he assured them after a bit.

“Really?” Jasper asked, a tone of disbelief in his voice, “because I know you like to lie about that.” A small smile worked its way to Carlisle’s face.

“I promise,” he said. They broke away slowly, almost regretfully. Carlisle sighed and stood from his seat, grabbing his bag off the table with the intention of heading to his office to drown himself in paperwork. When he turned he was instantly caught in another hug from Emmett, who hugged him in an almost aggressive way. When Emmett stepped away he was replaced by Jasper, who gave him a gentler hug.

“Thank you, boys,” Carlisle said with a genuine smile. The warm feeling had returned, despite the voice in his head telling him that he didn’t deserve any of it.

“Will you watch us play Mario Kart? Jasper cheats,” Emmett said casually, but worry persisted in his eyes.

“You’re the one that cheats!” Jasper accused. Carlisle hesitated a moment, glancing down at his bag. Emmett caught his gaze and shared another cryptic look with Jasper before launching into the mechanics of the game and the various ways that he suspected Jasper was cheating while Jasper tried to defend himself, and somewhere along the way Carlisle’s bag disappeared from his hand and appeared back on the table and he was ushered into the family room to judge the game. After the first round ended when he attempted to head back to the bag, somehow he ended up on the couch between them with a game controller in his hand.

Jasper got first, Emmett got second, Carlisle got eleventh; but the joy and peace that Carlisle felt while playing with his boys could never be ranked.

yes i know that ending is cheesy no im not going to do anything about it

#twilight #My writing #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #jasper cullen #look ive never seen or read twlight but that carlisle man needs a hug ive decided #and ive decided that vampires can cry #because i said so #angst #Hugs #this started off as a fic for a different fandom and then my brain went 'hey you know what would work here'#so instead of working on ANY of the others ones for carlisle that i had i went DAJLFK and boom

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Hiiii im requesting a ship please. I'm 5'7 with spilt dyed hair, (half black half silver). I like anime and drawing. I always try to make everyone happy. My siblings say I'm to nice for this world cause I'm selfless and kind. I love making people smile, sometimes I need to learn to be a little selfish otherwise I end up hurting myself to make others happy. I'm very energetic, and I have OCD and ADD. my friends describe me as "a butterfly in a field of chaos". I'm curvy and have a flat stomach. (Which I hate cause my boobs hurt my back) and I'm Filipino and Black. Also I'm a Hufflepuff! 🖤💛🖤💛

Ship for @leahtsstuff

Sorry for the delay. I don't know why I can't tag you. I hope you really like your ship. I'm very excited for this one.

I ship you with Jacob!

Jacob absolutely adored you. Whipped? No! He would thank the spirits every single day for choosing you for him.

At first, Jake was a bit overwhelmed with the whole imprinting thing as he wished Bella to be his imprint and would basically just be confused on why you were chosen for him.

Oh boy! With the help of the pack, he started to hang out with you and realised he could be his true self and not an option for the first time in life

Even though you were just a bit shorter than him, for him you were this tiny precious ball who needed tons of bubble wrapping to keep you safe.

"What are you doing Jake! "

"What!? It's bubble wrap butterfly. You need It. "

"Jake! Help me get out."

"Only on one condition, that you would go out of your comfort zone. Look baby, I'm not saying that you don't be nice to people. Don't lose your quality for what others do to you, but also, never let anyone walk over you again OK? I'm going to be there for you."

He cupped your cheeks and helped you out of it.

That moment you realised he was not just protecting you but making you strong and helping you to not get hurt again. Atleast it was the first step.

It was going to be hard at first. He knew it but hey, if something went wrong you could always run in his arms to sweet kisses and encouraging words.

Jake really struggled sometimes with his mom's death and it became ti much. He knew he could rely on you for your wise words and every ready hugs.

You were really close to the pack as they just couldn't stop awing the both of you together. They could see how you both helped each other in breaking the walls and become confident.

He was your sunshine. Literally. His smile lighted up your life.

You were really close to Embry as he considered you as his best friend who would come and share his problems.

Jake had to admit that seeing you with his best friend, helping him out and encouraging him, made Jake fall in love with you more.

You would have anime nights where he had a hard time matching your energy when it came to your favorite parts. And also warm hugs when the anime made your cry.

What the Pack thinks of you :

God forbid anyone who messed with you or hurt you. Before facing the wrath of Jake, they had to go through the anger of Paul. He considered you his little sister and no one, absolutely no one could make you cry. Not even Jake. Jake had got a blue eye when he had made you cry. Well that day Paul entered Emily's house giggling with Jake mumbling curses helping his eye with ice.

"Well, next time I won't be this gentle sourpup." Paul grabbed the muffin with you rushing to help Jake.

"Come on I admit I was wrong. She forgave me. And still I have a black eye. "

"As a reminder that never, ever make my sister cry."

Sam and Emily were really happy with Jake finally finding his love.

Embry was forever grateful to you as a best friend.

Quil was that brother with whom you pranked others and got away because of your cuteness.

Leah first found a but weird for a person like you to adore her so much but then, she was one step ahead of Paul when it came to protect you. A big sister you could always rely on.

Seth, your little brother with whom you drew your thoughts. He always bought you new paints.

Jared was the prankster brother but so soft for you. He kept the drawing you have him for his birthday as a reminder to always look at the positive side.

All credit to the owner.

I really hope you like your ship.

If not I'll be happy to reconsider.

Have a great day and stay Safe.

Admin T

#twilight ships #paul lahote #twilight #embry call #jacob black #wolfpack ships #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #sam uley #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #wolfpack.wolfpack ships #ship requests

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