#shitty title im sorry lol

[megumiivs]

wakasa + his cigarettes

shitty ass title sry lmfao !! this is a short wakasa x fem! reader drabble cause im lowkey in a writers block LOL anyways this is NOT gn reader because reader is referred to as girlfriend, no specific tw except for smoking ig

you could say that wakasa imaushi was addicted to smoking. no matter what time, place, or situation, wakasa could be counted on to have a cigarette in his mouth, the end burning with a flame. unfortunately for him, his pretty little girlfriend despises when he smokes. she especially despises how he flicks the butt of the cigarette onto the ground after he’s done, not even caring about the environment.

when you first started dating him, his intimidating aura made you scared to confront him about it. he was the special attack unit captain of the first generation black dragons after all. but now? after a solid two years of dating, it was safe to say that he bent to your will. to everyone’s surprise, wakasa imaushi stopped smoking. well, at least he stopped smoking around you. he knew you hated the smell of cigarette smoke and ash so he wouldn’t smoke if he knew he was seeing you later. wakasa imaushi knew what you were doing. you were trying to get him to stop. and to be honest? he didn’t mind it at all.

he even caught himself picking up the butts of his cigarettes, even when you weren’t there. all he could hear was your sweet voice berating him, “stop littering! it’s bad for the environment.” he could even picture the adorable pout you would have each time you scolded him. “sorry baby” he says out loud, smiling to himself. he bends down and picks it up off the floor, throwing it into the nearest trash can.

the end :)

can you tell i didn’t know how to end this lmfao whoops, anyways hope u enjoyed this drabble! until next time, and remember to reblog if you liked this piece, it really motivates me to write more <3

#[ lilith loves tokyorev 🌟] #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #wakasa headcanons #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x y/n #tokrev wakasa #tokrev #wakasa imagines #tokyo revengers wakasa

[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Roxy Lalonde

Act 6, page 6291-6297

JADE: excuse me but did you just "laugh your ass off" at me under your breath

ROXY: ummm

ROXY: yea

ROXY: maybe

JADE: :|

JADE: i fail to see what is so amusing

ROXY: u do

ROXY: seriously?

JADE: .....

JADE: ok i guess the situation is a little funny because of this absurd folder

JADE: and the fact that i woofed at you probably didnt help either

JADE: but im not here to share a good laugh over the old ladys sense of design or her penchant for scrapbooking!

JADE: i am here to make sure that you do as youre told

ROXY: ugh

JADE: now take the file and review your assignment

ROXY: i already looked at it

ROXY: its dumb and impossible and i aint cooperating w her regardless!

JADE: yes you will

ROXY: can we change the subject

JADE: no

ROXY: arent you jakes grandma

JADE: thats what he told me when we were pen pals

JADE: but i think its more accurate to say im his alternate universe biological daughter

ROXY: oh

ROXY: that clears that up then

JADE: yes, it does :p

JADE: now take the damn folder

ROXY: so alt grannydaughter english

ROXY: whyre u part dog + evil lookin

JADE: DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!!

ROXY: what

JADE: my surname is harley not english

JADE: but you may refer to me as jade, or ma'am if you are feeling especially nervous and deferential

JADE: which as it turns out is the way you should be feeling about me, ALWAYS >:B

ROXY: LOL!!!

JADE: lol WHAT

ROXY: jade i am in no way buying that ur normally this pompous and tyrannical

ROXY: the shtick rly doesnt suit you its so obvious

ROXY: why you doin the batterhags tacky bidding anyway

ROXY: she got you under an xtra terrestrial fish spell or

JADE: SILENCE!!!!!!

ROXY: OOF!

JADE: open the file

ROXY: mrphmmphumph

JADE: OPEN IT!

ROXY: fine :(

ROXY: ok i opened it

ROXY: hey look its the same shit as before

ROXY: im supposed to make this weird knobbly spike ball appear out of nothin

JADE: yes

ROXY: ok got it

ROXY: let me give it a shot then

ROXY: ...

ROXY: welp still impossible

ROXY: what now maam??

JADE: it is not impossible

ROXY: is 2

JADE: you are the rogue of void

JADE: dont you know what that means?

ROXY: i dunno

ROXY: means i can turn invisible and stuff?

ROXY: like the blonde in that crappy superhero quartet

JADE: it means a lot more than that

JADE: your true powers are more impressive than those of anyone else in your crappy quartet

JADE: in fact i would say they are almost as cool as mine >:)

ROXY: not sure the ability to make weird spikeballs outta nothin is all that cool tbh

JADE: not just spikeballs!

JADE: imagine that your title is roughly synonymous with "one who steals nothing"

JADE: what do you think it means to be able to steal nothing?

ROXY: it means

ROXY: im like a shitty cat burglar who sucks at her job?

JADE: WRONG

JADE: it means just the opposite

JADE: it means you can steal the essence of nothingness from something

JADE: you can rob nothingness from an idea if you put your mind to it

JADE: effectively allowing you to conjure virtually anything out of thin air

ROXY: omg

ROXY: u cant be serious

ROXY: that is way too much superpower 4 a dork like me 2 have

JADE: grrrrr...

ROXY: oh no

ROXY: pls dont growl @ me dogjade

ROXY: is legit frightening :(

JADE: im sorry, but your remarks of self deprecation made me very angry

JADE: once i was even more of a dork than you

JADE: but now i am one of the most powerful beings who has ever existed

JADE: i dont want to hear any whining about what you think you cant do

JADE: you are hereby under strict orders from myself and her condescension to "clam up" and conjure that orb, do you understand?

ROXY: so im just supposed to

ROXY: sit here and think about this ugly ball

ROXY: and twiddle my fingers or somethin

ROXY: ?

JADE: you tell me

JADE: space is my racket, not void

ROXY: maybe it would help if i knew what the dang thing WAS

ROXY: how am i supposed to steal the nonexistence from a concept when the concept only exists in my mind as "ugly ball"

JADE: its called the matriorb

JADE: it is the key to resurrecting the troll race

JADE: once you create it the empress will hatch it on an uninhabited planet located beyond the reach of her cruel employer

JADE: there her people will have another chance to thrive without the ever looming threat of extinction that comes with his influence

JADE: so you see roxy, there is nothing noble about refusing to help

JADE: once an entire alien race went extinct because of a terrible monster, and you can help give them a second chance

JADE: dont you want that?

ROXY: um

ROXY: in theory sure i guess

ROXY: but ur basically asking me to bring a lot of people back to life so they can be slaves to that witch

ROXY: u want me to help make all these fresh new trolls but then just turn em over to her? like here you go have fun SNORKELBITCH MEGAHITLER

ROXY: i do not actually think i wanna do that??

JADE: yes fair enough, but heres the other thing...

JADE: if you dont i am going to kill you

ROXY: oh noes

JADE: oh yesses!

JADE: a literal plurality of yesses

JADE: seeing as you are a god tier it is very likely you will come back to life

JADE: so i can just keep killing you over and over a different way each time

JADE: maybe i will disembowel you a few times

JADE: i will not even need to use my sharp doggy teeth!

JADE: i will just snap my fingers and your delicious guts will teleport outside your body

ROXY: ew!

JADE: no way more like yum

JADE: i will just keep on killing you again and again

JADE: until you finally get tired of dying and follow your orders

ROXY: maaan

ROXY: evil jade is sucky jade

JADE: i believe you will find i am the suckiest jade there is

JADE: now we are going to be here in this cell for as long as it takes

JADE: i am not going anywhere until you try doing your voidey thing and make something appear

JADE: is that understood?

ROXY: blehhhh

ROXY: fine

ROXY: why u gotta be so awful jade

ROXY: really putting a cramp on us makin choice new friends w each other

ROXY: oh well here goes

ROXY: all twiddlin my fingers and such

ROXY: busting out tha MAJYYXXX! prayin up a storm to the holy wizardchrist they aint fake...

ROXY: alright check it

ROXY: one jank ass space egg coming up

ROXY: ABRACA HAPPEN!

ROXY: this is not a space egg

JADE: no, its not

ROXY: balls

ROXY: guess i effed up my void spell

ROXY: what is this thing

JADE: thats a perfectly generic object

ROXY: its perfectly generic?

JADE: yes

ROXY: dunno about that

ROXY: looks like a green cube to me

ROXY: with like

ROXY: slightly beveled corners

JADE: thats what a perfectly generic object is

ROXY: couldnt something theoretically be more generic than this

JADE: how

ROXY: um

ROXY: i dunno

JADE: exactly

ROXY: :\

JADE: if you want your powers to reach their full potential youre going to need to become more familiar with the fundamental building blocks of ideas and how they translate into more complicated thoughts and forms

JADE: then it becomes a simple matter of using your abilities to snatch those concepts from unreality

ROXY: sounds too hard

ROXY: better start killing me repeatedly and get it over with

JADE: we both know you dont think its too hard, you think it sounds like an interesting challenge

ROXY: dammit!

ROXY: (fucken jakes wily bitch ass grandma)

JADE: this is a very good start though

JADE: with a little practice im sure our empress will have her orb in no time

ROXY: well at least i know i can make a whole lot of these boring cubes if all else fails

ROXY: hey maybe ill build a sick fort outta them

ROXY: hehehe jade tell me that wouldnt be so baller

JADE: it would be fairly baller

ROXY: fyeah

JADE: keep trying for that orb though

JADE: i will return in a while to review your progress

JADE: and remember, dont get any funny ideas

ROXY: but p much all my ideas are funny

JADE: i mean dont try to escape!

JADE: even if you are invisible i will be able to track you down instantly

JADE: my sense of smell is very good

JADE: now if youll excuse me i have some business to attend to

ROXY: what business

JADE: i am still trying to locate my brother

JADE: but im having trouble picking up his scent

JADE: hes using his windy powers to obscure the trail and its giving me fits

ROXY: windy powers eh

ROXY: who is your bro?

JADE: woof!!!

JADE: i mean shoosh :x

JADE: that is enough questions from you

JADE: now i believe you have a space egg to conjure

ROXY: (mumble mumble egg mumble shove it grumble)

JADE: what?

ROXY: (mumble mutter my fat ass)

JADE: farewell roxy

#homestuck #jade harley #roxy lalonde #homestuck act 6 #page 6291 #page 6292 #page 6293 #page 6294 #page 6295 #page 6296 #page 6297 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 1

[rivaille-13]

Hey Hans! I just noticed that you never really posted your new fanfic with the 1950-ish vibes here so let me be the one to promote it for ya lol

i know quite people are begging this lovely writer to update an epilogue for ATW or even asking updates of By Dawn but we never really had your answers *sad cries* until my email beeps that you actually posted another fic *holy moly*

And it’s freakin 1950’s. FOR REAL guys read it the title is “From Afar” and honestly Hans I’m kind of scared it has a cutesy vibes but at the same time it screams disaster and chaos just like the movie Edge of Love (ik ik, you’re a fan of Cillian just like moralee!)

Again, the writing is incredible im forever a fan. But pls Hans, could you please update By Dawn too? That story got me on chokehold I don’t know how I actually read that because I’m literally bawling every chapters but it’s still freaking beautiful

Ok love u

Wow, this is a long ask indeed! I don’t know what to answer first, it has been a while but please let me express my gratitude first. The amount of support I am still getting is very flattering and heart warming so thank you very much.

It has been two years since the last chapter of After The War, and I swear that I’ve tried to write an epilogue, but then tossed it right into the bin because there has been some changes I want to revise with the whole story. It feels like the story is still lacking plots, and I’m really not satisfied with the whole outcome and grammatical error…I’m still at Chapter 3 revision, and it’s taking me a long time and it’s killing me too.

While By Dawn, I’ll Leave is like the skeleton meme that was left chained at the bottom of the pool LOL I’m very kidding but yes, a year had already passed since I last updated a new chapter. To give you my answer, I have a draft of the next chapter — around 3,000 words but I definitely feel the need to drop a hell of a long chapter in regards to the POV of whom character I am writing…I think that this chapter should express the missing details (I know some of the readers are left hanging and dissatisfied with Levi and Mikasa’s choices) to give way that both of the characters suffered equally in their own way…alright no spoilers. Haha

And of course, I almost forgot! From Afar — 1950’s and stuff…I’m getting a lot of suggestions to write a 50’s one so here I tried. Tackles about the 1940-50’s, I actually don’t know how to react with that opinion of yours but it did make me laugh. The chaos and disaster, hmm…maybe? But it’s not going to land like The Edge of Love for sure, I don’t want Mikasa to be milking Levi’s military pension the way Vera did it to William (Cillian Murphy)! Hahaha, maybe the vibes, you know, I’m still head over heels towards Cillian as Levi and so on.

Thank you for promoting it again, and for the time to ask me such. I’m sorry, there’s no emoji available, my iPhone is shitty, I can’t put emoji on my text!

To everyone who wants to give From Afar a try, here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48274930

It’s not really fixed yet, like the title and tags could change but yeah, a 1950’s…enjoy and let me know what you think. (:

#rivamika #rivamika fanfic #リヴァミカ

[kiriscreama]

can’t really think right now

Whumptober 2023 - Day 1

Prompt: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Warnings: Concussions/Head Trauma, Back Injury, Memory Issues, Emetophobia/Vomiting, Strong language (Bakugou), possible medical inaccuracies

Summary: A surprise villain attack leaves Izuku in critical condition. Katsuki and Kyoka need him to hold on until help arrives.

A/N: super didn’t need to do whumptober when i’ve got so many WIPs but i got overly excited lol. i fully do not expect to get all of these posted this month, but i’ve got a handful done, and i’ve brainstormed/outlined a fic for each prompt, so i’ll do what i can this month and we’ll see what happens from there. title from Home by Cavetown

also on AO3 | whumptober 2023 masterlist

Izuku hurts.

It’s the only thing he’s able to process right now. The rest of the world is a haze of color that bleeds together at the edges and noise that hits his ears in one big block of sound. He can’t identify anything specific but he knows that he is in pain.

He tries to remember the seconds before he was knocked out. Tries to remember blinking awake a moment before. Tries to remember how to make his mouth work, how to respond to the muffled voices that are slowly starting to distinguish themselves from the fog in his brain.

Something separates from the rest of the blur of colors, a smear of orange and black and ash blonde. Izuku’s ears are ringing now, but words slowly break through the noise flooding his ears.

“-me, shitty Deku. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Izuku blinks, strains at a smaller blob of black in front of him, and makes out four fingers coming off of a gloved fist. He tries to say as much, but his tongue is dry and far too large for his mouth. He coughs and swallows, much to the dismay of the figure above him.

“F-four?” he manages thickly.

“Shit,” the figure says. It turns, shouts some sort of instruction, and then bends closer.

Izuku recognizes the gruff voice, the spikes of dandelion fluff around the head but the name won’t come to him.

He frowns. Why won’t it come to him? It feels like someone has stuffed his brain full of cotton. There’s massive gaps where his mind should be.

A thick, sweet scent fills his nose followed by a crackling sound. The sound makes Izuku flinch, pulling his shoulders to his ears and letting out a low whine.

“Sorry, nerd,” the figure says, voice low. “Shit. Your eyes. You sure we can’t move ‘im, Jack?”

Another figure distinguishes itself from the blur, someone swathed in black and bright salmon. “No way, dude. His back’s fucked. We could make it worse.”

The voice is monotone, but more feminine. The names are there, just out of reach. Izuku tries to turn his head for a better view, but a sharp pain shoots up his spine, alarming in the way it’s so distinct. He feels himself cry out but the sound barely registers.

“Gotta support his neck at least,” the first voice says. The second utters some sort of agreement.

The second figure comes closer, kneeling at his side. A small hand wraps around one of Izuku’s, the one resting on his chest. “How’re we doing down here, Deku?” she asks.

Izuku manages a grunt before large gloved hands find his sides, moving him as gently as possible, and he cries out again. It hurts for another moment, before his head is gently placed in a lap. The change in angle relieves something in his back. It’s a small mercy.

“H’rts,” he finally says. He thinks it’s been too long to answer.

“No shit,” says the first person from above his head. “Fucking hell, Deku. Gonna get yourself killed.”

The person holding his hand huffs out a laugh. “We’re gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap,” she says. A pause and then, “Five minutes ‘til extraction.”

“Tell Cheeks to hurry the fuck up.”

A switch flips in Izuku’s brain. He can practically picture the name, like a spotlight is shining on it. A spotlight that lights up every corner of the part of his brain that he takes up. “Kacchan?”

Someone groans, and Izuku’s vision is obscured by a face. Red eyes peer down at him, haloed by fluffy blonde hair. “What, nerd?” he asks, and now that Izuku knows, he can hear the worry. “You know where we are?”

Izuku tries to crane his neck, but Katsuki’s hands keep him from moving. He fights the fog in his brain to remember. He can see himself putting on his hero costume, remembers creeping through quiet streets, remembers a villain laughing and getting separated from his partner.

He remembers hearing someone scream and turning towards the sound and then—

Nothing.

“We’re in the city,” he says. He doesn’t specify which. He can’t remember. “The class—“ is all here, but why, he can’t remember why, “got split up. Was supposed to be training.” But it isn’t anymore. The panic he remembers, the panic he sees in Katsuki’s face, that’s real.

“Someone got the guy.” The second voice says. Katsuki had called her Jack. Izuku searches his memories. “He’s in custody. Few more minutes.”

“Ky’ka,” Izuku breathes. He remembers her yelling out, remembers shoving her backwards and her body hitting the ground feet away. “‘Re you h’rt?”

The hand around his squeezes. She lets out a shaky breath. “I’m okay. Little sore, but I’m good.” There’s a pause, a curse. “We forgot to ask him— Deku, what year is it?”

“We already know he’s got a concussion, Ears, what are you—“

“There’s a checklist and we totally ignored it,” she says. Is her voice shaking? Izuku’s not sure. He kind of wants to close his eyes but fights it. What year is it, anyway?

“Thir’ year?” he tries.

Kyoka sounds a little amused. “I mean, that’s good enough,” she says. “And how’s the head?”

Izuku frowns. He’s told them this. “Hurts,” he says, apparently able to enunciate properly by sheer force of will. It makes his head shift a bit, his neck twinging, but he grits his teeth through the pain.

“We got that part,” Katsuki says, but his voice is still a little too tight. “Dumbass. You dizzy?”

Izuku manages an affirmative noise. Somewhere to the left, Kyoka is muttering about checklists in an increasingly frantic tone. Momo must be rubbing off on her, he thinks, because the coping mechanism is familiar. Izuku wants to do something to assure her, but he hurts. He contents himself with squeezing her hand a little harder. She squeezes back and he hopes that means it’s helping.

Izuku takes a shaky breath and Katsuki grunts. “The fuck is that extraction? My stupid comms are dead.”

The second part is for Izuku’s benefit, he thinks, because Kyoka would have already known that.

“Soon,” she says, squeezing Izuku’s hand again. “Uravity will be here soon.”

Ochako is supposed to be with someone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s certain of this.

Izuku had been with — he remembers a low chuckle and purple ribbing down a black jumpsuit; remembers, “If you’re not back in thirty seconds I’m coming in after you,” and thinking about how strategically, you wouldn’t usually want him coming in after, that he’s supposed to be the first strike from the shadows; and then he remembers nothing —

Shinsou.

God only knows where he is now. Izuku’s chest seizes with panic at the thought.

Katsuki is with, strangely, Kyoka. They work well together, but they’re an unlikely pairing. Her advanced hearing balances out the deafness in Katsuki’s right ear, giving him an advantage when he rushes in for a first strike.

But they’re opposites — Kyoka does stealth and Katsuki barely knows the word. Plus, his explosions make her quirk near useless, her headphones doing little to muffle the noise when they’re back-to-back in a fight. It’s a weakness they’ll overcome in time, Izuku’s sure.

But still. It doesn’t feel right. They didn’t start out that way, Izuku doesn’t think.

Who was Ochako with? Where are they now? Why is she alone?

Everything feels wrong, woozy and hazy. The solid shapes that he’s identified as Katsuki and Kyoka drift out of focus again, twisting into each other in the amorphous blob that takes up the entire world around Izuku. He wants to reel them back in, and tries to say something to that effect, but nothing more than a whine escapes his parted lips that he barely recognizes as his own.

His stomach flips and twists, and he begs himself not to vomit. He can’t find his voice to warn Katsuki. He’d probably drown in it.

Something must change in his face, because he recognizes the cadence of Katsuki swearing — his hearing seems to have switched off again, like he’s focusing too hard on keeping his stomach inside of his body and can’t spare the energy to concentrate on individual noises.

There’s hands at his back and hands on his head and he’s shifted onto his side. Someone, presumably Kyoka, settles behind him, and something large and hard — a rock? — is maneuvered to prop up his top leg, keeping his spine as straight as possible. The change in position made the pressure build in the back of his throat, and he can’t stop himself from being sick.

He distantly hears what must be the sound of his vomit splattering onto the ground beside Katsuki’s laugh, but the predictable volley of swears and threats doesn’t seem to follow.

Izuku groans. Tears well in his eyes, perhaps overdue. Someone strokes his hair back from his face. Something stiff and leathery is used to wipe his face clean. Kyoka’s jacket?

Izuku feels like he’s barely clinging to consciousness. A small hand finds his again and he squeezes as hard as he can. Even he can tell that it’s barely any pressure at all. Still, she squeezes back.

There’s a rumble of voices above his head that Izuku strains to understand.

“—know it’s a hard concept …but you have to sit there and wait. There’s nothing…be here soon.”

“Shut the fuck… get here fucking faster. What kind of rescue hero can’t even do her damn job?”

“You don’t mean that.”

“The hell…tell me what I mean?”

The sound of their bickering is familiar and comforting, even if Izuku can’t make out all the words. He lets himself float on their voices, his eyes slowly drifting closed.

Ochako would be here soon.

A short nap couldn’t hurt, could it?

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #‘how many fingers am i holding up?’ #mha #my hero academia #fic #concussion #emetophobia #vomit tw #back injury tw #head trauma tw #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #jirou kyoka #ham writes fics

[ticklishfiend]

(if ur confused, im formally ticklishscumbag)

hey everyone. i’m really sorry about just like. abandoning ship 😭 i go MIA for personal reasons very often, but i do love this community and i enjoy writing for it from time to time. however, for the time being, im unfortunately no longer into writing for MHA. i know that’s why i have followers in the first place but it’s just not my cup of tea anymore. however, recently i’ve gotten quite into good omens so i’ll prbly be posting some fics here and there for that.

i’d also really like to apologize for literally going MIA right after i said my prompts were open, that was so fucking stupid of me and i should’ve just said something instead of literally ghosting y’all 😭 that was rlly shitty and i’m sorry. i got very overwhelmed with the prompts and though i tried to write them, i gave up and just stopped posting here altogether bc i felt guilty.

oh and as u can see, ive also rebranded just a lil bit lol. i kept scumbag as the title of this blog in case anyone was confused on who i was, and i’m keeping the masterpost pinned for now but might change it later, still unsure

anyways if i ghost y’all again im sorry lmao i’m very mentally unwell but i promise it’s never anything personal ◦°˚\(*❛‿❛)/˚°◦

#tickle community #non tickling

[aita-alternia]

Aita for asking my kismesis to stop being an idiot

Masking quirk obv. Sorry for shitty title lol. My (bronze M) kismesis (jade NB) works in the caverns (duh) and mentioned lately they're looking after a royal blood wiggler with a deformity (they're vague on the details). I've known them to do so in the past but it's only ever been with mid or lowblood wrigglers they randomly get attached to (theyre a big softy I dont know how theyre still alive ngl) and they've stayed under the radar (from what I understand). Usually they keep it in the caverns but apparently they brought this wriggler TO THEIR RESPITEBLOCK. Don't get me wrong, I hate their guts, but I don't want to see them CULLED for TREASON. I said so to them (along with some rather creative cusses) and now they're not talking to me. Our mutual friend (jade F)(who maybe has ashen feelings for us????) says I went too far, which I think is dumb because I mean I didn't do ANYTHING I feel like im basically acting pale rn??? Idk this is stupid as hell (and probably being monitored anyways). Fuck. Am I the fucking asshole??

#> DOESNT W^NT TO SEE THEM CULLED #> PROCEEDS TO SNITCH SO H^RD ON THEIR ^SS #am i the asshole #unreality

[zero-braincells-left]

hello!!!! happy new year (yes i know its the end of the day (almost the 2nd) but STILL)!!! sorry that i forget to send an ask daily sometimes im bad at remembering things lol. i think I'll try to instead send an ask at least every other day instead of daily from now on just so that i can keep up (I'll still keep my title as "daily check in anon" though).

ANYWAYS! any new year's resolutions? i don't have any because i cant really think of one lol. how has your day been and what happened today? I'd love to hear about it! have a wonderful day and a happy new year!!!!!

- daily check in anon! 🩵

no resolutions in particular (and the ideas I do have are all things that make me feel shitty or “yeah and i said I’d do that already and I never did so oh well :/“)

but today and the last few days I cleaned my room and then moved my bed. then yesterday I painted my bed like I always said I wanted to. and today I finished rearranging my room and I like it :3 new year new room I guess.

happpppppy new years !!!

#zero answers asks #daily check in anon 🩵

[undermycoat]

I know nothing about football but I'd still like to hear about the au :3

see bc i complain and then i don't even know where to start LOL

ok so ig i'll start with the title From the Sidelines and a little description i have, to pique interest heh

Arthur is Camelot FC's star striker and captain. Merlin is the kitman. Life is hardly ever fair.

anyway . i suppose that's. a little misleading. that being said i think this grew into something waaaaay larger than i originally planned @.@ like it was supposed to be a fun little addition to the surprisingly small amt of footballer arthur fics we have but now this fic has double daddy issues (balinor my beloved...), coming out, sports injuries, shitty coaches (aredick die by my sword) and never making the national team. HUH??? i just wanted merthur to fuck on the pitch... (joke) (just in time for fuck him on the field friday)

also there's side stories. like one is when the players get handcuffed tgt for 24hrs but they've got an uneven amt for it and merlin gets roped in

and then there's the valentine's day arwen special that i somehow accidentally made into a statement about arthur's attitude toward his sexuality?? and feelings for merlin??? through his anxiety about his date with gwen????

“All good?” Merlin asks. “Never better,” Arthur replies, then pivots and walks directly into his closet. He stares at his barren shoe rack before he feels hands on his shoulders, and Merlin is turning him around and guiding him back out. “Wrong way,” he hears him say. “Right.” This time, Arthur marches out his room then down the hall to the front door. “I’ll be back.”

i'm allowed to give this info bc i don't know if i'll ever actually post the extras. i dont' even know when i'm gonna finish the main story sjkdfhgjkf

oh yeah another side story takes place in 2007 (that might be the title for it idk) and it's about uther buying camelot fc for arthur's tenth birthday LOL dont question the legaltiy of arthur playing for his father's club. i dont know and i dont care. this is fiction SIMILARLY dont say shit abt arthur being a striker and captain. it's happened before. it's literally fine. dont even worry about it

there's like. ik i rly only talked about the side stories but u have to realize just how much has already gone into this fic and i wouldn't even say i'm halfway done. i don't think i've written out a single match which is also funny bc i've been keeping up with the prem and actually think i can do it now. i just keep dragging my feet abt it lol

i think the hardest part for me is when im gonna have to seriously injure arthur. i didnt want to but i think it's an important way for his and merlin's relationship to progress and also would explain merlin's attitude toward him in january. its less abt injuring him and more abt him having to sit out of games not for like. lineup stats/compatibility reasons

oh my god typing this all out made me realize we haven't met like. half of the guys on the team yet. i was sitting here like "i need to rewatch eps with all the knights bc i dont trust myself to write percy and elyan accurately" but now i just realized i dont even know if mordred is on the like. squad yet or if he's still with the u18s (after a brief check with my info page he is. i'm gonna be sick)

like i said there is a LOT of info on this . sorry this was so long i just needed to ramble a bit and it also made me realize some info i still need to include so yayyy :3 thank you nonny if u have anything u wanna know in specific like fr anything PLEASE ask. i'd love it so much if u asked. u saved my life <3

#long post #anon #answered #football au #merlin #merthur

[lordelmelloi2]

Roselife update End of July 

OK well july beat my ass ngl. Jugly fucked me up pretty bad. I went from like very delusional to like. Doing mildly okay. MADE SOME HEADWAY ON MY CAR ISSUE Okay so like in March 2 days before I moved my car broke down (it was the alternator, and its a shitty BMW so it’s hard to replace) rendering it unusable. It was a car that was essentially gifted to me so I got the title transferred over to me and then tried to take it to CarMax who told me they wanted $200 for it... yeah no and that was a mistake. They aren’t going to be able to sell it so that’s what they wanted essentially just to take it off my hands. Fuck that! 

Work has been beating my ass lately, I helped with another class this month (Tequila & Mezcal 101), next month I requested to help lead the cocktails class. Im NERVOUS!!!!! Personally I’d like to do the entire class over so it’d be more comprehensive but I understand it’s like the most basic 101 of 101s. I just like to be more elaborate lol. Maybe they’ll let me edit it or do other things. I mean we’re doing really basic classic cocktails like I’m pretty sure the lineup is a Negroni, Old Fashioned, Manhattan, Aperol Spritz & god what’s the last one uhhh. I’ll find it in my notes later but it’s another whiskey based cocktail I think. NO WAIT IT WAS THE NEW ORLEANS ONE HOLD ON IT WAS THE UM. ITS A SIDECAR WE DO SIDECARS IN THERE. If I was going to lead the class I’d include more modern ones too... maybe I can submit it for a class. Modern cocktails 101. That would be fucking awesome lol 

Sorry for lack of content I have been Working and doing other stuff like taking notes on drinking and doing other stuff 😭 At some point I really need to start studying for the Cicerone exam and get certified, work has given us the study materials and the certification exam stuff pre-paid but like as of last week my brain damage from 7 years of klonopin came back briefly and I was (technically still am) having some trouble from it. Which is to say that I had a Benzo Withdrawal Syndrome episode at random last Saturday after the worst Chinese Buffet Food and canned White Russian (fuck you Cutwater) of my life. Horrifying! Well there’s other RTD brands that are decent. Fuck cutwater

I’m more active on discord now Generally bc of convenience but I don’t like joining new servers unless it’s with people who are like similarly insane as I am ... no better way to explain it. I saw the new LEM2 Adventures book release I love Waver El Sexo and his beautiful beautiful jacket. I will post more images soon I swear on my life I almost missed my bus stop to work because I was doodling Waver the other day 😭

[coralsgrimes]

The ALMOST complete list of Benny Boy’s doing while I was away

almost complete cuz I probably missed somethinggies?

Okie the first thing I could find was that boy was partying with Will Poulter in some fancee members only club in London. No luck out there I suppose cuz he still a naked faced rat x.x also just a personal note, that Will guy seems to be a smart one? Apparently he was in Ireland the other day and he went through the Shannon airport and not through that shitfuck factory which Dublin airport is. Which like smart big brain decision, so Benny? I do approve of this relation 😘 

THEN OMG!! ACTUAL NEWS WHICH I MISSED? Soooooo we actually starting very fucking wild? CUZ BOY GOT HIMSELF AN ACTUAL JOB? sorry if I’m not making any sense here whatsoever but I was expecting to come back to see his flat ass unemployed? Unless someone is pulling a pisser on good ol’ Coral and he still bitchless and jobless ;c oh and this explains the instagram follows of Ian and Mark a while back cuz they are both in the film too. ANYWAYS!

So there’s this film... The Critic is the title. It’s based on a book by Anthony Quinn. Here’s like the three articles I found on it at Deadline, Collider and this lil piece by Heather who is clearly into Benny! All of them articles are putting Benny aside and as supporting character but like lookin at other actors involved Imma not surprised he’s pushed more to the back. So I checked IMDb and what the book is about, and what it says is that Benny’s character is named Stephen, and the book has a character named Stephen Wyley. From the couple of reviews I seen it’s hard to say how big his part in the book actually is but yeee I’d say not extremely big. And there are going to be changes to the material anyways cuz Mark Strong’s character, from what I can tell, is not in the book? Or at least he is not mentioned in any of the pieces I looked through. 

ANYWAYS! So Stephen is a painter, he is also a married man with kids! And he has an affair with Nina (Arterton’s character). He is also beardless. A crime as the film is a thriller or crime something something. Checks out! ALSO would say that life imitates art but that’s..................... Boy was doing some method acting I guess x.x

ONTO THE NEXT! 

So to celebrate (lol) Benny took his lil ass to Wimbledon, cuz as we all know Benny has four character traits (one more than a TS4 sim!) and these are Queen, When Harry Met Sally, his shitty degree and... TENNIS! So it’s weird alright? Cuz he posted a selfie (on July 3rd) and then another boy’s definition of cute diy collage three days later. The latter was SUPPOSEDLY a thankies to Ralph Lauren. What I could spy with ma lil eye was what Imma pretty sure are the exact fucking same rags he wore before. None of them are by any of RL labels as far as I can tell x.x and yes I do have boy’s whole wardrobe memorized, cuz he has like two pair of pants and two cardigans. So it’s nothing impressive. Hold them applauses. And here is his naked face (a rant about that Im gonna post separately cuz here Imma trying to be informative lol, also the rant is like 9k words as of now sooooooooo) 

Couple days later his naked ass was caught on tape in Camden

And his new hunting ground seem to be Camden. He livin his Rocky dream at a gym there! Can’t post the video ;c gonna post separately ;c 

AND NOW ONTO INSTAGRAM! 

Soooooo boy was pretty active there. A lil I love ye to Dead Poets Society and ofc he could not stop himself from tagging Ethan xd he keeps doing this right? I mean tagging famous folks but they do be ignoring him every time... Remember the West Side Story post? 

What more...... He liked this post of Taron Egerton as soon as it was posted x.x oh and he followed a singer Eliza. 

So yeeeeesh that would be it from our boy x.x the duckie face will not be discussed here as I found out it might be a health hazard ;c will answer the pucker up queries separately in ma pink hazmat suit 🧚‍♀️

#ben barnes #the worst benny boy updates blog is back from retirement #for today at least #how do ye like my detective work? #😘😘 #the fan pic is from twitter and the original poster me thinks is PapuCaro

[kitcheninaman]

tell me all about ur OCs RN!!!!! /nf

AHH OKAY. THIS WILL BE LONG SORRY BUT IM GONNA TELL U ABOUT THE LUCASWORLD CAST BC ITS SIMPLER THAN IF LOL (if u wanna hear about IF feel free to ask it might just. take time)

lucasworld is the nickname for the novel im writing but the current working title is Middle Of The Road. the main characters are:

Lucas Dixon

Noah Campbell

Lin McAster

Odin Lester

Madison Harpham

there are 3 others (crya, finn, and holly) but they're sadly not all that relevant. they also (mostly) have parents who make varied appearances. lucas noah and lin are 16, odin is 17, and madison is 18.

theyre all trans guys apart from madison who is a cis girl (unless you ask my bf he is adamant she has tgirl swag). the interesting thing with odin is that it isnt revealed that hes transgender until quite far into the book, for various reasons.

lucas and lin are the Main Characters, most of the book alternates between their povs, but occasionally odin gets a chapter because he's my Baby Boy.

important information about lucas: he's about five foot seven, he has shitty brown hair and wire-framed round glasses. he tried to cut his own hair once and it never fully recovered. he loves car seat headrest, he's anxious all of the time, and his biggest flaw is how much he projects his own issues onto others.

important information about lin: he's about five foot five, has silver hair in a middle part which he dyes exclusively with the cheapest box dye he can find, and he's very scottish. his mummy issues r what make him funny. he loves listening to music in the woods, he gets hatecrimed literally daily, and his biggest flaw is he either thinks too much or too little. no in-between.

important information about noah: he's about five foot eight, has a blond mullet which lucas would DIE for, and he's very pale. pale to the point he looks like a ghost... i wonder why. he likes lucas, lying about being dead (he is), and his biggest flaw is the fact he died.

important information about odin: he's about five foot ten, has greasy black hair he slicks back awfully, and is literally always wearing a shitty leather jacket. he thinks he's literally JD from heathers but cooler. he likes planes, bullying lin, and his biggest flaw is his INSANE internalised transphobia.

important information about madison: shes about five foot eight, and has brown hair which she likes to keep down but is forced to keep up for school. her dad is the mayor and shes not very good at relating to normal people. she likes psychology, penelope scott, and her biggest flaw is that she treats odin like a science experiment rather than a friend.

anyway can u guess which of them kiss (on the mouth)

thank you SO much for asking i really love talking about my sillies :) please ask more if you think of anything else!!!! id love to share!!!!!

#oc posting #long post #lin and odin #my ocs #ocs #ask

[limelade]

 /gonna asssign every song on good news for people who like bad news sorry for being cringe </3

horn intro is literally just a horn intro it goes on for like 8 seconds and then ends its not a song. ill give it to uh box ig lol

world at large is suitcasecore. sorry. i like the lyrics

i know that starting over’s not what life’s about / my thoughts were so loud i couldnt hear my mouth

and also the uh. lots of bugs and stuff and sillys. and the tone of the whole thing. it is a nice song <3 the most mellow one on the list

float on is lightbulbcore its the most popular modest mouse song by far and its just very lightbulb core

it is funny silly. bout how bad things will happen and you cannot stop them but you all float on alright <3 and it is the prequel to lampshades on fire which is on another album but also lightbulb coded.. but for angstier reasons yum

OCEAN BREATHES salty is like my second favorite song on this album. and it is so marshmallow coded

your body may be gone im gonna carry it in / in my head, in my heart, in my soul

. then it goes onto nihilism. and the uh line “you get away from me” has two meanings in which one of the meanings is the singer pushing the dead person away from them and the other meaning is the singer not understanding why they did those things and. yipee marshcoded sorry. 

dig your grave is like a guitar and then 4 lines whispered 

. its a little bit mephone4 . its a precursor to the next song and that one is so mephone4

bury me with it is mephone4 coded. hehe . his themes in season 3 of refusing to let go

well the suit got tight and it split at the seams / but i kept it out of habit and i kept it real clean / but if its getting faded if its running out of thread / could you do this for me my friend? then it goes onto the chorus which is the title of the song <3. and its a fun song . mid song but its stil l got the

Dance hall

half the lyrics are im gonna dance all dance all every day and the other half are illusions to unhealthy coping mechanisms so i think i can give this one to lightbulb safely <3

bukowski <3 is my favorite song on this album and its about comparing the struggles over everyday people to god/authorities nd basically saying that authority figures  gotta be just as shitty as everyone else if theyre all created in his image. and its 

if god controls the land and disease / and keeps a watchful eye on me / if hes even so high and mighty / then my problems that i cant see / god, who'd wanna be such a control freak

religious and father symbolism in a lot of it. mephone4 again

anyways thats the last mephone4 song. the next song is That Devil's workday and its about NIHILISM but in the opposite direction of ocean breathes salty! if the shitty things you do barely matter then you keep on doing em! and thats taco! singer thinks they are beyond redeption and therefore doubles down on the shit they do! tacocore

The view is next and its pickle.

:) and i adore this song for its reoccurring theme of betrayal and hoping the Worst for the person who did . despite missing them and yipee

satin in a coffin is fun.

same theme of revenge but angrier and far less forlorn and. thumbs up emoji sorry. cant describe it this album has too many songs

Interlude (Milo) has no words. moving on

blame it on the tetons is softer and its also about blaming your personal apathy and emotional disengagement because all your attempts seem fruitless and i think thats </3 blueberry season 3 episode 10 sorrryyyy. she does blame it on the tetons.

black cadillacs is SO SUITCASE actually sorryy

alliance breakup arc core.

. actualky hold on im gonna obsess over this song all week i think dammit give me a bit to actually

One Chance

feels very paintbrushcoded :)

they care so much but they dont know how to go about Fixing things without hurting others in the process and they are fucking up. soo much and they decide its best to quit and. :)

The Good times are killing me

is aboht unhealthy coping mechanisms again and also the upbeat tune and the nihilism hidden under the bouncy guitar is just lightbulb coded. and also the lyrics is quite literally the Good Times are killing me. lightbulb song

#sorry. #for the

[fictionfixations]

current fic wips im working on

sorry ive been quiet as fuck LOL

uhh..

the next part of the scu x dsmp crossover thing im doing (I'm still working on a title, idk man its subject to change and contains possible spoilers)

chapter 4 of this multi-chapter story (except i havent touched it in weeks sOBS im gonna procrastinate so long it becomes discontinued, ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE IVE UPDATED THe STORY LOL) \/ vent rant. dont read if you arent interested ig :'D? \/

uh.. a vent fic. that is probably cursed and problematic and i apologize is it still problematic if im venting and quite literally projecting on two comfort characters to act out the events in a similar fashion of a thing that caused me trauma? idk man ive never actually fully gotten into detail but im not pulling any stops now (besides the censor of a dead name because one is trans, and i cant handle hearing my dead name in writing, and cant for all hell think of one) 'Closure (That's all I wanted.)' fact to add onto that vent fic- so actually, fun fact, tommys dsmp prison stream where he visited dream to get closure and then kinda.. yknow was what inspired me in the end to try to find closure from my.. 'abuser'? manipulator? i dont know man. person who caused me major trauma that later ended up in me wishing death upon myself and shit? (dont worry, i got over it eventually. im okay now) yeah so anyway that stream made me think, 'huh, maybe i should try to get closure. this should be fine' yeah no it wasnt fine, i shouldve gotten the hint from the thing with tommy lmao?? but so basically its just been kinda bothering me but i never did actually talk about it to someone, so watch me pour out my trauma shit except im too squeamish so it probably has shit pacing but if i pull up the old messages ill get so nervous and panicky i cant write for shit im sorry, its tombur. i needed a minor and someone who said minor would automatically have a trust and depend on that then that person goes into a depressive state and does fucked up probably illegal shit to said minor in that shitty state because-- it wouldnt make sense otherwise when im trying to project the events..? just note that its a bad idea to try to go to a minor for help when you have mental health issues as like a teen or adult because then you pass that onto them and make them feel shittier trying to take care of you and-- im gonna stop now. im sorry, agh. problematic ship, haha. i guess youd call a part of my trauma a problematic ship though because it was minor/minor and-- am i allowed to make like jokes about this? i dont know man, people are like 'you cant make gay jokes unless youre gay!', you think that fits here? probably not. im gonna go disappear now D:

i actually dont know if the vent fic is helping since im kinda having bad days more now but i mean like.. if i never get this out, then i never will, and hey maybe im nervous for nothing and itll be fine and then maybe i can cope this way by venting out all my trauma lol

#wip titles #wip stuff #vent rant

[townoffobo]

hi!! i'm super new to dc stuff and you seem very cool and smart SO i was wondering if you had any recs for what comics i should read? i'm tryna get invested in a series but my local library has a pretty shitty selection of comics so i'm probably just gonna buy something and i figure i should get a cool person's opinion before spending a bunch of money lol

i'm not looking for anything super specific but i'm a big batfam enjoyer if that influences your answer :)

hm okay

first of all ty :)

and second of all im not very good at reading in a specific order BUT i can give you stuff that you can put together pretty easily no matter how new you are. and also lucky for you im also mainly a batfam enjoyer so ive read mostly batfam stuff

batgirls is a run thats still currently going and it centers around steph cass and babs. you might need to read maybe just a quick wiki page on a background character or two but other then that i think its pretty good

batman/superman: world's finest is another run currently going that i like a lot. its set back when dick was robin so its pretty easy to read without years and years of lore

if youre looking for a wholesome read i would recommend wayne family adventures but that one is definetely a bit more on the fanfic-y family fluff side of things

i would also give whoever youre interested in rebirth one-shots a read just to kinda understand whats going on with them after the reboot

i will recommend 1998 young justice to every person i meet. you dont really need to read anything else to understand it and its just a super fun read and all the characters have great dynamics

if youre looking for more "essential reads" type stuff for batfam id give you the man who laughs, under the red hood, hush, the dark knight returns, the long halloween, and the killing joke. these are a bit more "ooo angsty" and less "fun read"

batman: urban legends is another current run and has a bunch of short stories in it mostly dealing with batfam stuff (hence the batman in the title)

the current nightwing run is a bit of a mixed bag but it definitely has some nice moments if youre willing to catch up on 90 something issues

the year one runs are good for getting into specific characters since it focuses around their first year or so in their new identities

can never go wrong with just reading the original batman run or the detective comics however i do understand not wanting to subject yourself to hundreds and hundreds of issues of angsty bat

i also really like both of the new teen titans runs if you want some more team stuff

i would wait to try and get into crisis events

sorry if these recs suck or just arent your thing, nobodys ever asked me for recs before- but i hope i did a good job

#dc comics #i let people use my ask box and all i got was this lousy tag

[missxspider]

Berry Sweet | Susey

Susan had not had a great experience with her last dream lover. But Texas was different. If Susan wasn’t such a city girl, she could see herself living that life. A life on a cute farm with an even cuter wife. Even thinking about it now... she felt warm. 

She’d heard through the strawberry vine that Vixey (that was her name in the real world) was at the Farmer’s Market every Sunday. So that’s where Susan was going. She didn’t exactly have a plan, she couldn’t really be with the woman of her dreams. However, she wanted to meet her. And honestly, figure out if they’d killed her husband or not. That was a minor detail the dream did not fill in for her. 

Waltzing through the many stalls, she found it. The familiar shape of Vivianne was knelt behind a stack of veggies. Susan stopped and gripped her bag tightly in both hands, a wave a nerves washed over her and she let out a meek, “Hi...” 

[fit]

@vixey-chakraborty

#berry sweet #susey #shitty title im sorry lol

[tears-and-turmoil]

His Friend

Tell me that you love me Tell me not to go

They’re out on the Great Lawn again, lying back on the grass and staring up at the sky. Draco’s laughing at a shape he’s seen in the clouds, tracing the outline of it with his wand for his friend to see. A dragon, with light bursting out of its mouth like flame, wings stretched across the expanse of blue sky. He reaches up and draws a tiny lightning bolt into the creature’s forehead. Up in the sky, the cloud-dragon has one too.

He doesn’t seem to realise he’s stopped laughing.

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He’s in the common room, settled deep in a cushion-filled armchair. One leg rests over the other, and there’s a book in his lap. He stares at it incomprehensively, the thick red ribbon of a bookmark cutting through the middle of the text. His legs are warm but numb in the light of the fire. Giving up, he takes the book off his lap and tries to move his legs, wincing as painful prickling starts up his feet and through to his thighs. Not as bad as Crucio, but pain is pain, and- now it’s gone. He tucks the book under his arm and heads up the stairs to his bedroom, his companion trailing quietly behind.

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And he’s crying, tears running down his face as he tosses and turns in bed. With a gasp, he bolts up, mind still halfway in the nightmare that he can’t shake. He turns to his side, eyes frantically searching – there. There. He’s there.

Cold, clammy hands trail a path across bedsheets to rest against a dark shape on the covers. Muted green eyes look up, and he’s sobbing again, crawling forward over the covers to face him, eyes running over messy black hair and a tentative smile. He chokes back another sob, drops fully onto the mattress to stare at him.

He closes his eyes.

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They’re across the hall, two dining tables over, watching him as he folds his toast into a triangle and bites down on it with a smile. Rubs his fingers over bruised-purple eyes, sips his tea after blowing the steam away. He seems happy. Content.

Of course he would. He’s a Malfoy.

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He’s in an abandoned Potions classroom, dumping ingredients down onto the table. Pensieve shavings, mermaid tears and tens of other substances are spread across a single desk. He sets his cauldron in the middle, lights a fire, and gets to work. When he gets to the stag sweat, he grimaces. Harry wouldn’t have – doesn’t, he reminds himself, Harry doesn’t, like this part of the potion, but it has to be done. Two drops, and three clockwise stirs, then he caps the vial and drops it on the desk.

He sets a Stasis Charm on the bubbling mixture and looks back at the table. A jar full of a strange black substance is slipped on the surface from his pocket, and he uses tweezers to extract a single piece of the black from the container. He scowls up at the shape that’s sitting across from him, content and swinging their legs on the stool as they watch him work.

‘Why couldn’t you have had straight hair, Potter? I mean-’ his eyes widen, and he almost drops the tweezers.

‘Why don’t you? Merlin, it’s annoying, trying to pick a single one from here. And of course, it didn’t have to just be curly, you have no idea how to use conditioner, do you, so cutting it was even more of a job than it would have been.’

He continues grumbling as he tries to pick up a single piece from the jar. With a triumphant ah-ha! he finally has one on the end of the tools. Smiling, he spells the jar shut and lets go of the Stasis on the cauldron, dropping the tiny piece in. He turns back to the figure.

‘Still can’t brew a single potion without help, can you?’ He rounds the table, perches on the stool next to the figure, smiling as it leans towards him, resting its weight along his arm.

‘It’s alright. I’ll teach you.’

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He never speaks when he’s around other students. Well, not to Harry, anyways. Potter trails after him, by his side. Quiet. Unnoticed.

When they’re alone, though, they sit next to each other, Draco making shapes in the air with his wand or reading out loud to the figure cuddled next to him on the sofa. He tucks white-blond hair behind his ears, banters out loud to the boy with the green eyes.

His Potter. His friend.

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May 31st. He’s lying back on his bed, staring up at the charmed canopy of stars.

‘Draco, Potter. How many times do I have to – are you that blind, Scarhead? No, Eltanin’s that one. That one, Potter. Yes, there it is. Now, here…’

He traces patterns only he can see, pointing at the ceiling as he describes the constellations to his companion. His friend. Laughs, again, and jabs at the same star as he tries to explain – yes, Potter, this one – which is which.

And hours later, he falls asleep, a smile on his face.

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But the dream comes again.

He’s there, again, the forest a hundred metres away. Harry, right in front of him, cupping a face that’s dripping with tears.  

‘It’ll be alright, Draco. I’ll be fine.’

The smile is reassuring, but the eyes flicker with guilt, with worry, with apprehension of what’s to come. Draco shakes his head.

‘Don’t go.’

Harry grins at him, a quick flash of a smile that makes him want to grab the bastard and shake him, Apparate them somewhere far, far away, where they can stay, and keep this budding friendship that he’d wanted for so long. Keep Harry safe.

‘Hey, I escaped death once before, right? I’ll just do it again.’

He rolls his eyes, pulls the hands off his cheeks.

‘That’s not how it works, Scarhead, and you know it.’

‘Oh, it’s Scarhead now, is it?’

He gives a watery, tiny smile.

‘Always was.’

Flash forward now, like his brain can’t stand to remember what happened next, but somehow time slows as the giant form of Hagrid steps out of the trees, tears rolling down his cheeks in miniature waterfalls, cradling a fragile-looking shape in his hands.

A fragile shape that was once strong, a fragile shape that had once held on their shoulders the expectations and hopes of a whole world. A fragile shape that had, mere minutes ago, held their fingers against Draco’s cheeks, promising that he’d be fine.

Voldemort was dead. But so was Harry Potter.

 And when he wakes, he looks to the side and sees no-one. Clammy fingers scrabble at the bedside table, finding a glass vial and uncapping it, downing half. He opens his eyes, and looks to the side again, and there is Harry, in all his Gryffindor glory, tie askew and glasses balanced precariously on his nose. Messy hair sticks up from his forehead, and he’s smiling at Draco, the same grin he’d had before he’d left. And come back, Draco tells himself, capping the vial and dropping it to the table again. And come back, because he was here, and how else would he be here if he wasn’t alive? He shuffles up next to him, so that their shoulders almost touch – but they can’t, he reminds himself, they can’t. He smiles at muted green eyes, at messy hair, at the fingers that reach up to push Potter’s glasses back up his face like they used – like they always do.

His Potter. His friend.

#hey guys #so this is a shitty lil piece of beginner writing #tw mcd #tw: mcd #drarry #my writing #shittywriting #the first line is from a shitty song i wrote which funnily enough was for a drarry fic id read lol #i cant remember the name of it and my phones dead and im not bothered to charge it #i might add the title in later but yeah #ok so for anyone who doesnt understand whats going on harry and draco are friends and harry dies in the forbidden forest #draco cant handle this and he makes a potion that allows him to see harry #like not really harry just this shape that looks like harry #so that he can pretend hes alive #i reread it and like i know its shit and im very sorry i just wanted to post something lol #shit i forgot to add the keep reading sorry for the previously long post #cw:mcd #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy