my sirius & harry thought of the day:
harry kept that firebolt alive for all 137 years of his remaining life through sheer willpower and magical strength. he did not let a single twig of it die off. not only was he absolutely unhinged about taking care of it, not letting anyone near it after 5th year, but he also basically single-handedly reinvented the field of broom-crafting just so he could keep his godfather’s gift to him alive. he didn’t do anything with this skill, basically driving everywhere who knew him spare bc !!! ‘harry do u know what u just did? most brooms don’t last over 6-7 years, not even a fraction of that if used at the pace and frequency as u. if u could just—‘
and he just flat out shuts them up bc how does he tell them that the reason his firebolt is still alive is bc sirius’ love runs thru it and harry would die himself before he let it bc he can’t lose the last piece of sirius he has left. he cannot perform this miracle on any other broom, tho he can probably make the single best non-sirius-gifted broom that the WW has ever seen just bc of how extensive his knowledge is now
and the thing, right, is he doesn’t keep the firebolt locked up in some display like some artefact. sirius would’ve never wanted that. his dad would’ve hated it. brooms were meant to be flown. so fly, he does. wonderfully. it’s forever his primary broom and he puts it thru all the paces, keeping up with all sorts of newer, flashier, pro models w utter ease.
it’s like this: when he uses this firebolt, it feels like perhaps he has his godfather back for just a second. and harry is forever weak to that feeling.
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Night at the Museum: Redesigning Characters (Bonus)
Character profile: Napoléon "Le Petit Caporal" Bonaparte
This character is based off of and takes inspiration from the historical Napoleon Bonaparte.
Real Name: Napoléon Bonaparte
Nickname and Meaning: Le Petit Caporal - A term of affection from his soldiers
Age: 40-41 (Late 1809, early 1810)
Time Period: Napoléonic era frace
Family: Josephine de Beauharnais (ex-wife), Marie Louise (wife)+ seven siblings none of which were brought back besides Louis-Napoléon Bonaparte- his nephew
(Headcanons under the cut)
Based on/taken from History:
Pompous
Very overly confident.
Egotistical. He hasn’t seen his own downfall yet and feels he can win more.
On December 2, 1805, in his greatest victory, he defeated the combined Austrian and Russian armies in the Battle of Austerlitz.
signed treaties that created the Grand Duchy of Warsaw
Late 1809, early 1810, Napoléon’s roughly around 40-41
Still loves Josephine, but planning to divorce.
Upset she wasn’t remade alongside him
From Napoléon's memory, Joseph Bonaparte is king of Spain, but isn’t doing well.
Stupidly cute smile
+ Sensitive
+ Honest
+ Intelligent
- Nepotist
- Aggressive
- Forgets other people have feelings
My own silly headcanons:
Has put on weight, he’s not used to fighting with it.
Napoléon likes to steal pop-it’s and water wigglers from the gift shop. He always has to have something in his hands to fidget with- normally it’s his gloves or a snuff box or taking apart and cleaning his pistol. Now that he has access to modern fidgets, he likes to taking the green ones.
He also really likes clicking mechanical pencils
He loves inventions that make life better in little ways. Canning food was invented in his life (he’s actually the one who offered a prize of 12,000 francs to improve the food preservation methods that existed at the time which led to canned food being invented) but there was no simple way to open the cans. He loves can openers- taking them with the promise of returning them to just take apart and put back together.
If your gossiping, he obviously eavesdrops. Napoléon cans and will butt into your conversation about someone and listen like you’re saying the most interesting thing in the world. If he can’t come over to you, he will do the lead paint stare at you.
Still acts like he’s emperor.
Originally thought the average height of humans gained a lot of height. He was envious up until he learned whoever created his mold got his height wrong and he’s 5’2”, not 5’7”, then, Napoléon was just pisssed off.
He loves to infodump about his victories and will call over his men to help act them out, sneaking small fibs in to make himself look even better than he already does. If you ask him about his losses, you’ll only get a stare in return and a quick “Non”. (Credit @frombottlealleytotheharbor)
“Hey, do you remember [insert battle he lost]? What was it like?”
“…Non.”
“But… weren’t you there?”
He starts walking away. “Non.”
“But—“
“NON!”
He gets into fights with Al because Al is someone who clearly doesn’t respect him. The Capone trio love to tease him - especially Frank and Al. Ralph watches with a grin, which is somehow even more infuriating to Napoléon.
Sometimes getting out of his box, he looks like a well-loved stuffed animal. It takes him a moment to get himself together.
Loves watching true crime and reality TV shows. Isn’t the biggest fan of Horror movies.
Somehow got his hands on a cigarette, absolutely died after one puff. Napoléon threw it onto the ground and stomped off coughing, vowing to never do it again.
He’s so very envious that Al and Ralph had even a bit of time with their sons while they were alive. François Charles was born after the time he was made, and it makes Napoléon feel so homesick and want his kid- one that he doesn’t even know. He absolutely adores Louis Napoleon, who he only met a few times.
Loves ABBA, originally he disliked, but he's grown to like it now that he knows the meaning
I gave him his Laurel wreath just because I thought they were cool and also to show that he's still very pompous and full of himself.
Unfortunately no doodles, I haven't had time!
Étienne Champenois belongs to @lidensword and Gustave Bréant belongs to @all-yn-oween
Frank, Al, Ralph
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“you can go a little stupid if you want to” MA’AM. excuse me, MA’AM. i am literally sitting here full body damn near vibrating i am going to take off like a rocket ship. that one line of text has changed the trajectory of my entire life.
I remember writing that line a while ago and tbh, I can't even remember who I wrote it for but I really want to come back and talk about it a little bit more bc 😵💫
"It's okay, don't worry. You can go a little stupid if you want to." Bucky would've sounded entirely sincere if it hadn't been for the slight mocking edge in his tone.
You weren't even sure that you could find it in yourself to care though. Not when you're sucking gently on the two thick fingers he's slipped in your mouth to muffle your moans.
"Good girl, get them nice and wet for me. You're such a needy mess. I didn't think you'd break this easily." He chuckles a little, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth.
It almost feels odd to need this but your fluttering cunt reminds you that you do. There's something freeing in giving your body over to someone you can trust to take care of it. For a couple of hours, any worries and stresses are all suspended; nothing outside of the bedroom matters. You have the freedom to feel overwhelming pleasure, grounded in the knowledge that, for now, there's no expectation on you. You don't need to think. You can do as you're told and take the rewards that stem from being obedient.
"B-Bucky." Your soft plea sounds pathetic around the fingers in your mouth but hearing his name like that makes him throb.
There's no rush though. You have all the time in the world and he intends to take you apart quite slowly tonight. He wants to savour every gasp and kiss every inch of your skin. His own need is coming second, for the time being. For now, the only need of his own that he's focused on is his need to feel you come apart on his tongue. To steal orgasms from you with his fingers and to hear you begging him for his cock. That's what good girls do.
He's reminded that you're the best girl when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and trails them slowly down your bare body, letting them find their way home.
God, you're soaked. His breath catches in his throat because he knows you're going to feel incredible around his dick. He needs to feel that tight, wet squeeze while you beg him to cum inside you but as soon as that thought has crossed his mind, it's gone again because you're rolling your hips against his fingers.
You're desperate and he can't let you stay that way. Not when you're unapologetically lost in him. He's not going to make you beg. Not just yet. "Good girl, sit still for me, sweetheart. Don't squirm." He slides both fingers into you with no resistance, appreciating the slick glide.
"O-oh god." You whine, feeling him curl his fingers inside you, brushing gently against the sensitive spot that leaves you gasping.
"You're making such a mess. Fuck, you're so wet." It's impossible to miss the soft, slick sounds his fingers cause and while they're obscene, they're incredibly hot.
Before you've even really noticed, Bucky has shuffled down the bed, settling between your spread thighs. "I need to taste you." His fingers never cease, his lips trailing a path up from your knee before his plump lips encase your clit.
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