also how do i answer asks

anonymous asked:

May I ask how do you do that 'click the image it's transparent' thing? I see many people do it and wanna do it too but I don't know how ;-; Oh and I love your art! They are so wonderful. Your art gives me calming feeling but also makes me totally amazed!! <3

Of course, anon! I’m working on a tips/tutorial thing right now (I know I said that back in october ahaha) which will hopefully explain it better, but I’m always happy to answer!

But to quickly answer in short, I make an image made of mostly white, with the whites being at different opacities!

Normally online, images are presented on top of a white background. Tumblr has this cool function that, when you click on an art, the white background becomes black, or a very dark grey background by default. This allows for the different opacities of white to show up as different ‘shades’ on a black background, while on the white background, they are invisible! 

To make these arts, people have all different kinds of ways, but the key for most is working by painting with ONLY pure white, and thats how it is invisible! I hope this is helpful to you in any way!

I’d love to see your transparency art if you choose to make it! I like seeing the creative things people can do with them, so much that I actually made a blog dedicated to transparency arts @transparent-art!

anonymous asked:

The Bim and Dark power dynamic stories are sooooo good! Cause I could totally see Dark starting off just looking for a release/someone to manipulate, and Bim also starting off like, yeah, okay, I’ll give this a try. But then Bim starts noticing how Dark acts around him, and just hdkskfksh, these are great, you are great, sorry for the long message! ^_^

Hey! No problem!

It started off as me answering an ask about what if Bim gets overly attached to people/things and so it was originally like Bim got a crush on Dark and Dark’s like “This is nonsense. Here I’ll kiss you. There, you good?”

I can reblog that ask, but I do like this version better.

anonymous asked:

sorry to bother you if you've answered something like this before! I was just wondering how many times you've been to Japan? Also, if you don't mind saying, how did you end up learning Japanese? Thank you!

It’s totally fine, anon, thanks for the ask!

I’ve been to Japan five times! Three of my trips were 19 day trips, and two were around a week (for concerts).

I’m nowhere near fluent in Japanese, unfortunately. I do know a fair amount, though, even though I’m not very confident in using it in conversation, orz. I taught myself hiragana and katakana when I was in around 8th grade, and I’ve picked up a bunch of words and phrases throughout the years from watching  anime and listening to music, browsing Japanese websites, and taking some basic classes. (I took a homeschool course in high school because my school didn’t offer it and there was a foreign language requirement, and I took one semester of Japanese in college.)

I’ve done a decent amount of studying on my own and I continue to do so at my own pace and in my own ways. I use a variety of methods, like using lots of Japanese sites regularly mostly auction and merchandise sites, as well as Pixiv, but anyway… and I have tons of books in Japanese, I follow anime staff and artists on Twitter and I sometimes stop to try and understand their tweets, etc. One of my current and favorite methods of studying is using phone apps. I’m using WaniKani to learn kanji and I think I want to stick with that even though after a certain point it costs money, and I finished all of what Duolingo had to offer and used Memrise for a while (I should get back on that). I was on the fence about putting in the effort to become fluent and I’m still not 100% committed, but since I found a way of studying kanji that I like, I’m starting to think maybe I should go for it after all (though who knows at what speed).

I’m always happy to answer questions about traveling to Japan and what I do know about the Japanese language, though I’m certainly not an expert. Hope that helps!

anonymous asked:

What was always your dream job? I wanted to be a surge, that will do boobies for womans or do different kinds of ingerance for others bodies. Know why? Becouse i am ugly and i know how it is painfull. No one wants to fuck me. Also trans people, they have a really real problem.

I am currently still working in my dream job.

Why did you not become a plastic surgeon?
If you put some effort into acting politely, fulfill the average standards of hygiene, eat generally healthily and do sports at least twice a week you are by the average standards of humanity not “ugly”.
Maybe you should put some effort into self-respect or self-confidence or pretending to have either as well.
“People wanting to fuck you” should not be your measurement for beauty. “People respecting you” or “people wishing to cherish you” would be more logical.

Everyone has “really real problems”. That’s why they are called problems.

i’m back guys ◟꒰⁺᾽  ऀืົཽ ˡ̼̮  ऀืົཽ⁺̥̥̥̥̥꒱◞

so many things:
1. my finals are finished!! they were pretty challenging but i think i did well. how’s everyone’s fe’s going?? 
2. thank you for the continued support and the kind messages??! i was pleasantly surprised with the asks and all of the little things people had to say!
3. i also got some pretty angry messages about some pro-poc stuff i said and would like to clarify a few things:
   - i am a poc
   -i am an asian

   -i do not appreciate people namedropping other studyblrs/blogs in my asks if they are rude and inappropriate. i will be answering all of these messages (with the namedrops especially) so that the other studyblr pals can chime in too. i don’t care what you have to say about me because i have all the power to delete/defend but others don’t. don’t namedrop in my messages if they are not nice.

stay warm, study well, keep yourselves healthy, and relax!! i hope all of you have made some great memories your first ½ year of school and continue learning!

senshiofmom  asked:

Top 10 sailor Moon Monster of the week

10. Screaming violin woman (093)

9. Pegasus hits the gym (143)

8. WHAT the ACTUAL HELL (151)

7. An 80s stripper who also happens to be a shoe (106)

6. Me (114)

5. The animation department had a lot of extra pink paint (174)

4. An elephant vacuum cleaner, but like in a sexy way (094)

3. My breasts are two small screaming snowmen (038)

2. Ball Family (132, 140, 146)

1. A straight-up, actual volcano (067)

I didn’t think I was going to wind up writing a post about this because usually I find that ones that have been going around suffice, but I’d like to address this specifically in light of the fact that the bet neutrality tag has started being automatically unfollowed, and share some information that will help those who are interested in protecting net neutrality.

1. Don’t be a dick to the politicians who are still saying no to net neutrality– in written letters nor on social media. It makes you seem petty and certainly does not further the cause in any sense. You have to remember that you are addressing a human (albeit, probably a little out of touch) and consider what you’re saying and how it would sound if you were in their shoes.

2. Don’t use neutrality bots, at least Ajit Pai has started ignoring them entirely, and I imagine the others are probably going to follow suit. You are best off hand-writing a letter to the representatives from an email account that includes your full, legal name. Even if it’s something short– make sure you research and make points about why ending net neutrality is NOT going to benefit them or the policies they stand for.

3. Include a few personal reasons why ending net neutrality will harm you personally, or if you own a business, how it will negatively affect your business.

4. YES, YOU CAN EMAIL REPRESENTATIVES IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, in fact, it’s one of the few ways that minors can actively get involved with politics in the country. In fact, please do, sometimes hearing from younger children and teens can help to swing representatives– it helps to keep in touch with a younger generation.

5. If ending net neutrality does wind up happening– DON’T LET IT REST, continue to petition, speak, and resist it through legal means. It doesn’t always work, but the more kickback that representatives see to a vote can also influence their opinions on how they may vote if it comes up again.

6. Reblog posts that you see that don’t advocate the use of bots and that spread factual information about what’s happening. Which, guess what, means source checking your info of what you’re recovering. I CANNOT stress how important this is.

So you may still be asking why net neutrality is so important, which, I suppose is fair. The best answer that I can give is to do the research yourself, so that you have direct information, but I will give you a few reasons as to why it’s so important to be involved:
-Content creators, including artists, musicians, writers, etc will be impacted because internet providers can choose to charge extra money to use sites which host their art– meaning self supporting artists will lose traffic and visibility.
-Companies can limit our access to sites via pay walls and slow speeds, which can make it harder to contact family and friends in other parts of the country and world.
-Low income households may struggle to fund internet use, and many will lose it entirely.
-It inhibits the creation of jobs in internet based ventures because it is harder for companies to fund and advertise– especially when companies can choose to exclude them from their searches.
-You could lose access to certain browsers without paying for them. Ex: Yahoo, whom is owned by Verizon, may force you to pay to use browsers that are owned by other companies– such as google and fire fox.
-You may have to pay to use services such as steam, iTunes, google play, dropbox, google drive etc.
-Unemployment will rise because job searching websites may be placed under a pay wall.
-Homeless housing, libraries, and other free Wi-Fi establishments may no longer be able to provide internet because of the price jump.
-College tuition may jump in price– and instead of the funding going towards better housing or facilities, it would need to be used towards functional internet because of how much of today’s schooling requires the use of the internet.
-This could lead to a decrease in safe spaces for many people, including but not limited to– LGBT individuals, people of color, assault Victim support groups, and groups coming from certain political views.
-Many countries may look at the political process in the US with Net Neutrality and be influenced to get rid of it there as well.

… and I’m sure there are a lot more I haven’t thought about or read about. Please spread this information if you can, it does matter a great deal.

V’s Route Chatroom times + general Info (Spoiler Free)

I’ll keep this post updated!! ALONG SIDE OF ME PLAYING!! (Should be finished for now. Unless someone can confirm the amount of guests you need for the good ending.)

Hey Hey, so Cheritz has thrown V’s Route out for us android users yesterday. iOS users have to wait a couple more days, unfortunately. But I guess iOS users have the advantage over Chatroom times for now. 

If you have general questions, my ask box is always open and I’ll try to answer as much as possible. If you guys have any spoiler related questions, I’ll be tagging it as “v route spoiler” so you can maybe block that tag, or I’ll see how I can make a cut, so you do not see anything you don’t want to. 

I also wanted to use this post to thank you guys for following and supporting me with this. I’m really glad I can help you guys out. ♥

General Info: 

Another Story is really expensive. 

  • Unlocking Another Story: 300 Hourglasses
  • Phone calls to V and Saeran: 10 Hourglasses
  • Missed Chats: 15 Hourglasses
  • Unlocking the next day: Ranges from 150 - 300 Hourglasses. (I’m extremely salty about this one.)
  • The Common Route contains A LOT of story. There’s a lot of Visual novels. 
  • It seems unlike in the other routes, you need 17 Guests in order to get the good ending, instead of 9 / 10 (I’m not 100% sure how many. I’m still kind of looking for confirmation on this one, 17 looks like an awfully odd number.)

Email Answers Guide by @ haengbokaeyo

V’s Route Tips Day 1 - 11 (10)

Calling times by @khaleecia

First Day: 

23:25 +VN

Second Day:

1:19 + VN
7:50 + VN
12:00 +VN
13:57 +VN
15:24 +VN
18:26 +VN

Third Day: 

00:31 +VN
12:22 +VN
18:24 +VN
20:11 +VN
23:07 +VN

Fourth Day:

2:34 +VN
8:15 +VN
12:00 +VN
14:41 +VN
17:36 +VN
21:53 +VN

GAME BRANCH - Congrats if you made it through!
(I’m genuinely glad I made it ahaha)

Fifth Day: 

00:03 +VN
02:00 +VN
7:30 +VN
10:52 +VN
15:11 +VN
17:59 +VN
19:36 +VN
21:00 +VN

Sixth Day: 

02:43 +VN
12:33 +VN
14:42 +VN
16:19 +VN
18:23 +VN
20:00 +VN
22:02 +VN
23:11 +VN

Seventh Day: 

2:32 +VN
6:55 +VN
8:46 +VN
11:51 +VN
13:16 +VN
15:38 +VN
19:24 +VN
21:39 +VN
23:11 + GAME BRANCH VN! 

Eighth Day:

00:44 +VN
01:59 +VN
09:27 +VN
11:00 +VN
17:52 +VN
22:00 +VN
23:16 +VN
23:24 +VN****

Ninth Day:

00:56 +VN
02:43 +VN
06:21 +VN
09:04 +VN
12:07 +VN
14:11 +VN
16:39 +VN
18:35 +VN
21:49 +GAME BRANCH VN (??)******
23:24 ******

Tenth Day:

00:46 +VN
02:32 +VN
06:21 +VN
08:38 +VN
14:05 +VN
16:12 +VN
21:53 +VN

Final day:

12:00 PARTY!

(??)***** I am not sure if that is correct. I was looking up my history for V’s route. Somehow, I’ve gotten the same chat twice in there, for whatever reason. 


I will say, hands are some of the hardest things to grasp when learning how to draw! Even people who have been drawing for years can be intimidated by these lil appendages! My methods for drawing them might be a bit weird, but I’m happy to share some of the things I try and keep in mind while trying to capture the essence of The Hand

I hope some people can find this useful! I could probably have gone on and on about drawing hands in this post but it’s already long enough-

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #23
  • Dan: Phil you left all the cupboard doors open again
  • Phil: godDANit
Draw me Like one of your French Girls... Part 1

This fic is dedicated to @yunyin who was a big part of bringing it about in the first place ^_^ 

(Warning some spoilers for ML Season 2- (Just the stuff we knew during the hiatus nothing important from the new episodes) 

“Listen furball, I am ten times as sexy as you are. That is just a fact. People would pay to see pictures of me.”

“People DO pay to see pictures of me,” Chat shot back.


“Never mind,” he grumbled, “the point is that I am obviously the sexier of the two of us.”

“Guys, I know this is a slow patrol night but you are giving me a headache,” Rena Rougue sighed, dropping down onto the platform and sprawling onto her stomach against the cool metal of the tower.

“Wait,” Chat said with a terrifying grin, “Rena. My dear, darling, friend.”

“Oh this can’t end well.”

“You are a fox of impeccable taste are you not?”


“And you are an excellent judge of both male and female attractiveness as well, are you not?”

“Ladybug is the hottest out of all of you,” she smirked, not bothering to get up.

“Yes, that is a given, but the point is-”

“The point is that I could pull off sexy far better than this mangy stray,” Bee interrupted.

“Could not.”

“Will you two please just stop fighting, it’s been too hot to deal with this level of stupid,” Rena sighed.

“It’s not stupid, my honor is at stake!” Bee huffed. “If you want us to stop then tell him that I clearly would be better suited to being a sex icon than he would.”

“Foxy lady, please tell Bee that she is clearly pollinating the wrong flower.”

Rena groaned. Clearly there would be no reasoning with the two of them until this had been hashed out.

Keep reading

**We have a druid, rogue dwarf, and a monk all fighting a young black dragon. Monk has asked if she can Ki the water in the dragon’s mouth to ice to prevent it from barfing acid at us again, DM agrees.

Monk: (OOC) So wait… Do I also get an advantage strike for this since it’s (the ice) not supposed to do damage itself?

Rogue: (OCC) That can’t be right, why would you get a hit? Is it a surprise?

Druid: (OCC) Of course it’s a surprise! How many of your chicken mcnuggets suddenly make your spit freeze inside your head?

DM: (answering Monk) … You do that.

My Beloved is Mine and I am His: 13x02 and Song of Solomon

One of the first things I wrote when I was brand new to the fandom was a short fic with Castiel reading and re-enacting sections from the Song of Songs to Dean. At the time, I thought it was too cheesy and trite to fit within the realm of Supernatural, and I deleted it in a bout of frustration. I am regretting that today like you wouldn’t believe.

I’m a bit of a bible nerd. I took a lot of theology and religion classes in my undergrad. That was nearly a decade ago though, so my current knowledge is a bit shaky. Here’s what I can recall about Song of Solomon that may or may not inform your reading of 13x02 and SPN in general.

A disclaimer: I am sick and drug addled, so please forgive any incoherent rambling. There is a lot of irrelevant gibberish, so I’ve tried to highlight the bits relevant to SPN.

To begin!

Solomon is the heir of King David (whom you may recall had a passionate same-sex relationship with Jonathan.) Solomon’s reign is idealized, much like David’s was, and it was under Solomon that the First Temple was built. Solomon is famous for his wisdom and his large concubine of women. Notably, he settled a dispute between two women who were fighting over a child. He offered to cut it in half, revealing the true mother who could not bring herself to see the child hurt. This bears resemblance to Jack’s situation right now, torn between two fathers.

Song of Solomon (also known as Song of Songs, or the Canticles) is often attributed to Solomon because he is mentioned. However, the text is dated much later, and certain Persian words and influences in the text suggest a post-exilic era as the earliest possible date. Some scholars date it even later.

Song of Solomon is part of the collection in the Hebrew Bible known as The Writings (or the Kethuvim). It’s the third major division in the Hebrew Bible, and one of the last to be adopted into canon. It’s a bit of a catch all category that contains vastly diverse content including poetic works (Psalms, Song of Songs), and wisdom literature (Proverbs, Job, Ecclesiastes), to name a few.

Most of these writings (including Song of Songs) date to the post-exilic era. That is, after the Babylonian conquest, and during Persian rule. The nation of Judah perished in the fires that were set to Solomon’s temple. Post-exile, Judea was experiencing a theological crisis in the face of the apparent absence of Yahweh, or God. David’s dynasty has collapsed, and we see theological despair reflected in writings like Job and Ecclesiastes that ponder the problem of evil, the absence of God, and undeserved suffering. Song of Solomon, and other writings like it, were written at a time when things felt hopeless and there were fears that God has abandoned his people. It is oddly fitting then, that Jack should open to this particular part of the bible. 

The Kethuvim mark a shift in religious thought. Previous writings centred on an independent kingdom involved in international politics. After the fall of the temple, we see an exiled, diasporic religion now led by priests instead of divinely appointed kings. Religious leaders and writers had to adjust and re-envision their scriptural teachings. Gone was the simplistic thesis that equated prosperity with religious obedience and misery with sin. The authors of the books known as The Writings were questioning conventional scripture of the time and creatively refocusing their theology.

Persian rule also introduced new religious ideas, namely Zoroastrianism, which came to influence later Judeo-Christian ideas. Zoroastrianism viewed the world as dualistic, ruled by two opposing powers of good (light) and evil (dark) and had hierarchies of angels and demons. Until this time, most biblical literature did not give name or ranks to angels, nor did they depict satan as an actual autonomous figure. We have Zoroastrianism to thank for that, and its influence on biblical writings can start to be felt around the post-exile period (i.e. the time during which Song of Solomon was written). The book of Daniel, for example, names the angel Gabriel, and the Book of Tobit names the demon Asmodeus. (In Tobit, Asmodeus is a jealous demon who kills each successive husband of Sarah on her wedding night and is later exorcised. He is someone who keeps lovers apart and keeps them from consummating their love.)

Songs of Songs is essentially a collection of erotic love poems. The book defies any easy interpretation or classification, and it stands out in stark contrast to the rest of biblical canon. It’s a completely unabashed, uninhibited celebration of sex, with little evidence to suggest that the lovers are married. They do not live together, and yearn intensely for one another when apart. It’s the subject of numerous feminist readings, as it’s one of few books of the bible to give a voice to women’s thoughts and feelings. Here, those are romantic and erotic feelings.

Don’t believe me? Read this:

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening,
and my inmost being yearned for him.
I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon the handles of the bolt.
(Song of Solomon 5: 4-5)

This is some raunchy stuff for the bible! And all of this is sharply contrasted with the sexual ethos elsewhere in the bible which imposes harsh penalties for sexual misconduct, and places great emphasis on the institution of marriage. Deuteronomy (a book of the bible about sexual and social control) calls for the death penalty in many cases

There was understandably some debate as to whether this particular bit of writing warranted inclusion in the biblical canon of scripture. Rabbi Akiba was a key figure in the development of the Hebrew canon. While he argued strongly against the inclusion of certain books of the Apocrypha, he advocated for the Song of Songs, calling it the Holy of Holies. Its sanctity was preserved by interpreting it as an allegory for the love between Yahweh and Israel, and later by Christians as the love between Christ and the Church. Interestingly, God is not mentioned once in the entire book. (The only other book of the Bible where God is not mentioned even once is Esther.)

And yet, this book was called the Holiest of Holies. Love is championed here above all else.

I really don’t think we’ve seen the last of Chuck. Someone (I’m sorry, I can’t remember who!) pointed out the rainbow glare that happened in 13x01 when Dean was praying as a sign of God’s promise. (Edit: I’m an idiot. I reblogged the damn thing and it was just a couple posts down. It was @gneisscastiel who made the beautiful post about lens flares and pointed out the rainbow as God’s promise.)  The inclusion of Song of Solomon in 13x02, besides being a blatant callout to Dean and Cas, suggests this is also about God and his people. I’d also like to suggest that Song of Solomon is a book that asks us to think broadly about canon. What constitutes canon? How is it formed? And I do mean canon here in the sense not just of biblical canon, but of fandom canon. Who decides what canon is? Is there room in canon for outliers like the Song of Solomon? The answer, as the show has just demonstrated, should be a resounding yes.

Onto the destiel side of things, which I’m sure has been discussed already. Song of Solomon contains some of the most beautiful poetry in the Bible. It is full of similes and references to nature (and arguably Eden/Paradise). It is deeply rural and pastoral, with an appreciation of agriculture, nature, and animal life. The multiple reference to sheep in 13x02 were no coincidence, I’m sure. Castiel has long been associated with natural, rural things: flowers, bees, goats, fish, etc. (If the Void is depicted as a garden and Cas has been spending his time under apple trees, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.) Is he being associated with sheep now? As someone who has been led by God, other angels, duty, Dean, Jack… perhaps this is time for Cas to choose a direction for himself. Sheep and lambs in the bible are also frequently marked for sacrifice. They represent symbolic innocence, and in the New Testament, Christ is called the “Lamb of God.” I definitely think Cas is being set up as a Christ-like figure with his death and anticipated resurrection. If 13x02 made anything clear, it’s that Cas is the answer the whatever problem faces Dean, Sam, and Jack alike.  

Lamentations might have been a more appropriate choice for the episode. It’s also a book of poetry, but one that evokes pain and loss. But they chose instead to give us the book that celebrates love and hope amidst despair. That’s a choice that feel very deliberate, and makes me cautiously optimistic for Dean and Cas.

 In closing, here are some passages from Song of Solomon, and the ones I feel are most closely tied to a destiel narrative.

“You have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes.”
(Song of Solomon 4:9)

“Set me a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm…”  
(Song of Solomon 8:6)

“… For love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame.”
(Song of Solomon 8:6)

“I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but found him not.” (Song of Solomon 3:2)

“My beloved is mine and I am his.” 
(Song of Solomon 2:16)

Dating Richie Tozier

i love it. i love my sons sosoosos much im actually getting concerned for myself bc theyre all like 2 years younger than me :’)

also writing these really fucked me up so thank u to my own thoughts

  • u guys would b that couple that everyone would be like; “wtf” “how did they end up together” “WTF
  • hahahaha you guys would also be that annoying ass mofo couple don’t get me wrong
  • he would DEFIANTLY squish your cheeks all the time!!@#^

“hey (y/n), you dad asked me what i’ll do when im older and apparently ‘you daughter’ was’t the right answer”

“richie, i spit out the watermelon seeds, what does that have t- oh my god”

“hey hey hey (y/n) for halloween we can be pirates and you’ll give me the booty”


  • even though every thinks the he’s one of the tougher losers, he still cries into your shoulder when he’s scared
  • he has nightmares & you’re always there to hold him :’)
  • he just kind of slings his arms around you
  • hes like a dead weight when he does this
  • bc he doesn’t care what he looks like, he just wants to be held oh my god my poor smol child
  • if you’re talking to bill
  • and giggling when he’s staring
  • oooooooooh prepare to terminate

“(y/n) why don’t you get the fuck away from me and go talk to bill. he seems like he could make you laugh way more then i ever could”

“richie, what the fuck?”



“rxtcfygvuhbi imsorry”

  • he would try & act like he’s not a sappy mofo around the losers but HE SO IS OH MY GOD
  • cuddles. all. the. time.
  • forehead kisses iywrebfjdknsal im not ok
  • he’d b that bf to run his fingertip across your forehead to put you hair behind your ear awwwwwwwwweee
  • at first, when he started to catch feels, he would be so angry and confused and scared that someone (you) could make him so flustered and question all of his morals and make him not be able to make any jokes
  • zrxtcfygvuh he would want to distance himself but he would know that its only making things worse :((
  • he would be so confused my poor son so then he would ask beverly for advice & she would just be like ‘make her laugh richie, she likes funny guys”
  • & he’s like:: i CAnTTTtttTtTTttttT
  • so he tries a few jokes & you’re kind of giggling and he’s like “OH FUCH YEAH”
  • then he makes a joke about you going out w him & thats how it aalllllllllll started
  • i think that many dates would consist of u 2 riding bikes to places where you can watch the sunset
  • taking his glasses off his face when hes crying or just bc u want to try them on omg
  • and his eyes would b all squinty bc hes basically blind & hes rubbing them ooohhh lord
  • youd put them on and then hes like “damn my gf is hawt asf
  • sometimes u would get super annoyed bc he can never take anything serious
  • so when you have real issues to discuss with him, he’s like ‘ahHahahAhahhA right
  • & he’s awkward about it
  • he would never tell you how much u mean to him, or like how much he likes/loves you, which is y you’re always like ??? when he gets hella possessive
  • but u know deep down that he loves you even tho he doesn’t say it very often and would want u to b with him all the time if it was possible :’)
  • like when he would start to say something really sappy or sweet you would just kind of go ‘awww’ and grab his arm and wrap it around you
  • and he would b like ‘pssshhhhhhhhh you’re alright

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

anonymous asked:

In the wolf au, is Kirishima dating Denki, hanta, Mina, ect or is just kinda a wolf thing? Not that I mind either way I'm just super curious lol. Also it's so lovely, your work is so sweet.

Anon said: hello fran!! How are you? I hope you’re doing great!! sorry to bother you haha but I wanted to ask something!! So, in your wolf!kirishima comic it says that Denki’s pack and so is sero and mina, does that mean that they’re wolves shifters too?? And will we ever get to see them?? (also is there kamisero? Sorry my weak heart loves them yeet)

Ohohohohohohoho I’m glad you both asked about Kirishima’s pack cause boy do I have answers - okay first things first, Kirishima is only dating Bakugou and he’s the only wolf shifter in the pack (well, Mina is also a shifter, just not a wolf shifter)

In the AU pack dynamics are loosely based on how wolf packs work in the wild: in nature usually there’s an alpha couple (the “alpha male” and his mate) and the rest of the pack is made out of their pups! So by all means it’s just a family unit - once the pups are old enough to fend for themselves they leave the “pack” to form their own family - they’re social animals, so they need a pack to be happy and safe, and that reflects in the AU too. In this universe though it’s pretty normal for wolf shifters to date/marry non-shifters or shifters of other kinds, and when that happens the resulting kids might or might not have shifting abilities, which results in the process of forming a pack being a bit all over the place

In Kirishima’s case, he was born by two non-shifters who had shifter blood in them - as a wolf shifter his wolf side needed a pack to feel well (let’s say, other wolves to play with and learn from and so on) so as a kid he used to spend a lot of time with Fat and Amajiki (both wolf shifters!) who acted as a surrogate pack for the wolf in him - now he’s old enough to have his own pack tho! And while ideally that would mean he builds his own family with another wolf shifter, he ended up falling for Bakugou, who’s a non-shifter and a man, which means the family plan sorta went down the drain. His wolf still needs a pack to be happy tho, and that ended up meaning he latched onto Mina (a childhood friend) and Kaminari and Sero (Bakugou’s close friends) who by this point are as close to him as if they were actual family.

So in theory Kirishima’s wolf side sees the pack as himself and Bakugou as the alpha couple and Mina, Sero and Kaminari as the “pups” - practically though Kirishima’s human side has a perfect grasp on his wolf’s instincts, so all in all it ends up just being five pals loving each other like family, no power imbalance at all (…he does get clingy after his pack members spend time with people outside of the pack, but he doesn’t ever try to stop them from socializing outside of the group and cuddles and general close proximity are all he needs to make his wolf feel better!)

…as you can see, I spent more time on this AU than strictly necessary haha

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halerogers  asked:

what about sterek + some good ol' clothes sharing? <3

sorry this is so late, charlie my pal! but i hope you like it <3 

It was the middle of the night and Derek couldn’t take his eyes off of his husband’s form, still sitting on the back porch, staring up into the sky. It had been years, he knew, but time had been good to Stiles. Derek couldn’t recall a single day passing by where he hadn’t admired how absolutely beautiful Stiles was.

And in Derek’s sweater, large on his smaller figure, Stiles looked like an angel, basking in the glow from the moonlight.

Derek shifted his weight from one foot to the other, leaning against the window pane for more support. With his hands crossed over his chest, he gave himself a few more minutes. He wanted to close his eyes, to take a deep breath in and release the tension from the day, something he expected to feel. Instead, he felt at peace.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Stiles’ voice called out to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Derek found his body pulled by Stiles’ mere presence, an inexplicable force calling out to him.

Derek smiled, sitting down right next to Stiles. “Sorry, I got distracted.” He put his arm around Stiles and tucked him into Derek’s side.

Leaning his head on Derek’s shoulder, Stiles snickered, “By what? Your shadow?” Derek turned his head to mock-glare. That had happened only once—by accident—when he forgot that the porch lights, along with the cracks in the wood, made weird shapes, twisting the shape of his shadow into something unrecognizable. Seeing it, Derek had yelped and with his alpha instincts, roared at it.

Stiles had driven himself mad with laughter.

“That happened once, alright?” He pouted, pressing his lips to the side of Stiles’ head. “No, I was just thinking about how good you look in my sweater.”

“Good, huh?” Stiles teased. Despite his cheeky disposition, Derek caught the flush on Stiles’ cheeks, barely visible in the darkness of the night. “I would think I look exquisite.”

“You’re just too much,” Derek sighed.

“Yeah,” Stiles grinned, “but you love me.”

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My ask box is now cut open for any kind of inquiries and whatnot!

Friends at Shujin have suggested for me to create an ask blog like everyone else to share our school and Mementos shenanigans and the like with the Internet, so here we are.

anonymous asked:

Could you explain your painting process? :0 I am curious to see how you block out your shapes and colors. Love you work btw!!!

Thanks anon! And sure I’ll try my best to explain (you get to have Winter’s Tale fanart since I watched it last night and now I want to draw horses with glittery wings haha)

I usually start out with lasso tool to block out the main shapes until I’m happy with the placement and general idea.

Some of the shapes I fill in with the bucket, and others I brush in.

Also the colors I pick are sort of a placeholder or like a suggestion; not necessarily the colors I want for the final piece (I think I want it to be more on the blue/cold side but we’ll see). If I’m okay with how it looks I start refining the shapes and adding more colors.

Yeah. Lots of tweaking haha; changed the background to a darker color, edited the characters, added shapes, etc. Start breaking the big overall forms into smaller shapes. I use color balance in Photoshop a lot to mess around or get colors to work together (like when you see the whole image turn a kind of blue/pink color). Not quite painting here yet, more just adding details and getting it to the mood I want (which at this point is magical/whatever feelings I got from watching the movie).

And for picking/figuring out colors I honestly just paint until I think it feels right which isn’t a very helpful thing to say haha I use colors that try to convey the mood?

Like here for example:

First one’s a bit too light/happy feeling; second isn’t quite what I’m going for, needs to have more impact; third is kinda just neutral; fourth is a lot better but I don’t like all the reds, feels a bit chaotic. I think basically you have to noodle around until you find one that works.

Paint time! Changed the colors to be a little more warm towards the end. And more continued breaking the shapes into smaller shapes. After this is pretty much cleaning up shapes/edges and adding little details here and there.

(I’ll post the finished image in a different post).

Hope that answers your Q anon : )


AN - Hey guys! 
I recently reached 400 followers so I wanted to write something special to celebrate. This turned out to be longer than I intended, but I hope you guys enjoy! 

Harry stopped outside of his new room and took a fortifying breath. He completely understood why McGonagall had assigned all the eighth years roommates from other houses. And quite honestly, he could also see why she had put him with Malfoy. 

After the trials Malfoy had approached Harry to thank him for testifying in favour of him and his mother, which had definitely counted towards lighter sentencing. Harry had been so surprised at the humbled, sincere young man in front of him that he hadn’t known what to say - which of course led to him blurting out the first coherent thought that had stumbled into his head. And so he had asked Malfoy to get coffee with him. 

Malfoy had stood staring at Harry in shocked silence for a full minute before clearing his throat and agreeing to it. There had been more than a few awkward silences, scattered pieces of good conversation and only one or two insults. But they had both parted ways feeling better. 

Now standing outside preparing to greet Malfoy as his roommate, Harry felt rather unsure of where they stood and how he should behave. This was new territory and that just made him nervous. Annoyed with himself for prolonging it, he flung the door open and stepped inside. 

Malfoy was lying on his bed reading a book that was propped on his knees. He looked up quickly when Harry entered. 

They regarded each other for several long seconds, uncertainty reflecting on both of their faces. Malfoy tilted his head to the side in a silent question, Harry let out a small sigh and turned to close the door before sitting on his bed facing Malfoy. 

“Hey roomie.” He said. 

Malfoy scoffed and turned back to his book. “Don’t ever call me that, Potter.” 

“Fine, Ferret.” Harry cringed immediately and lifted both hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Old habit. Won’t happen again.” Malfoy looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Really.” Harry said again. Letting out a long breath, Malfoy went back to his book once again. Feeling guilty, Harry searched for something to say. 

“Well, honestly I’m excited to have a new roommate.” Malfoy looked up at him sharply. “Ron snores like you wouldn’t believe.” Malfoy’s eyes widened fractionally before they hastily returned to his book. Harry would have thought him rude had he not seen the faint pink blush on his cheeks. “No comment on that, hmm Malfoy? Would it perhaps be because you snore too?” Harry joked. 

Malfoy’s blush depended as he glared at Harry. “Don’t be absurd, Potter.” 

Harry couldn’t help grinning at him. “Don’t worry about it. Compared to Ron I’m sure your snoring will be like a lullaby.” 

Malfoy stared at him strangely for a second before looking back to his book. “Malfoy’s don’t snore.” He mumbled. But Harry saw the corner of his mouth curl up, and he thought perhaps they’d be alright. 


After the first three weeks Harry decided that they were not alright. Not that they had fought or had any incidents, but that was only because whenever Harry came to relax in the room Malfoy would promptly leave. He always had an excuse. He was going to study in the library, he was meeting Pansy, he hadn’t eaten yet. Once Harry noticed this, he began to feel guilty and so he would try to stay out of the room as much as possible so that Malfoy didn’t feel like he had to leave. 

One night he was with Ron and Hermione in the common room doing homework when it all just became too much. Ron was whispering in Hermione’s ear, she was giggling and both of them had flushed cheeks. 

Harry stood suddenly, clearing his throat. “I’m going to make it an early night.” They both looked up at him and looked slightly surprised, which had Harry wondering if they had forgotten he was there after all. 

“Oh, are you alright Harry? You haven’t finished your Charms essay yet.” Harry had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Trust Hermione to be so distracted yet still know exactly where he was with his work. 

“I’ll finish it tomorrow.” He told her and waved goodnight to them. 

He opened the door to their room to find Malfoy reading on his bed. He looked up and seemed slightly surprised to see Harry there, Harry did usually stay out later. 

“Hey Malfoy.” Harry said tiredly. 

Malfoy inclined his head. “Potter.” 

Harry dropped his bag and sank onto his bed with a sigh. After a few minutes of peaceful silence Harry heard Malfoy get up and start putting his shoes on. 

He sat up and eyed Malfoy suspiciously. Malfoy glanced up at him and frowned. “What?” He asked, sounding defensive. 

“You don’t have to leave whenever I come into the room.” Harry said, irritated. “It’s your room as much as it’s mine.” 

Malfoy froze. Harry watched him then huffed in annoyance and fell back onto his bed. 

There was silence for a few minutes but eventually he heard Malfoy settling back down. He lost the battle with his smile so he kept his face turned away until it subsided. He turned his head to look at Malfoy who was looking at the ceiling with a frown. He didn’t seem angry. Just confused. Harry hadn’t forgotten their past. He remembered all the pranks and name calling. But he also knew that Malfoy had saved his life twice. 

“What can I do to make you more comfortable?” Harry asked softly. 

Malfoy’s head snapped towards him. “What?” He asked incredulously. 

“I mean,” Harry shoved a hand through his hair. “Am I doing something to make you uncomfortable? Or feel unwelcome?”

Harry grew uncomfortable under Malfoy’s stare. 

“No, Potter.” He finally answered. 

“Then why do you flee from the room every time I come in?” Harry asked. 

Malfoy snorted. “I do not flee.” 

Harry half smiled. “Your cloak billows behind you with how fast you walk out of here.”

With a smirk, Malfoy answered. “That’s not because of how fast I walk, Potter. It takes practice to get ones cloak to do that.”

Harry laughed. “Okay fine. So tell me what the problem here is.”

Malfoy’s grey eyes drifted away from Harry. “I wanted to give you space. I didn’t want to force my presence on you.” He said simply.

Harry stared at him, unsure of how this made him feel. “That’s..” he trailed off and Malfoy’s gaze found his again. “Not necessary.” He finished lamely. 

A raised eyebrow was his only response. “I’m serious.” He said earnestly. He knew what it was like not to have a safe space. “The room is ours. So if one of us wants to be alone or whatever, we go somewhere else.” Malfoy looked at him sceptically. “Deal?” Harry asked. 

“Alright, Potter.” 

The next few days were spent being overly cautious in the room. Harry tried to be a quiet presence when they were there together, which wasn’t typical for him. Malfoy was basically a ghost, when he got into a book or his homework he could become so engrossed that he barely moved and Harry sometimes forgot he was there. It made him feel as though every noise he made was the equivalent to Hagrid stomping around. 

When the words of his Transfiguration textbook were blurring before him, he let his head thunk down onto his desk. He immediately heard Malfoy jump in his seat. He quickly looked up, “Sorry.” He mumbled. 

Malfoy shot him a glance. “It’s okay.” He looked back to his textbook and carried on writing on his parchment. Harry watched the way his eyes flitted left and right as he read. Suddenly they flicked towards Harry. “Problem, Potter?”

“No.” Harry answered quickly. But he didn’t lift his head or look away. 

“Hey, Malfoy?” He asked. 

Malfoy set his quill down and turned to face Harry. “Yes, Potter?” 

He hesitated. “I make a lot of noise.” Malfoy looked at him oddly. “It’s hard for me to sit still. If I’m making too much noise will you tell me?” He asked. 

“Why would I tell you you’re making too much noise in your own room?” He shot back with a frown. 

Harry ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Well, tell me if it bothers you. I don’t want to try to be quiet all the time, but if it’s stopping you from concentrating or whatever then tell me.” 

Malfoy stared at him. “Okay.” He said eventually. 

“Great!” Harry answered with a smile, feeling better already. “This is actually a really good idea. Anything you want me to know or do?” He asked. 

Malfoy frowned. “Like what?” 

“I don’t know. Anything that I should know for us to be more comfortable sharing the room. Anything you want me to do or not do to make you more comfortable.” He thought about it for a bit. “For example don’t eat my food without asking.” He said. 

The look Malfoy gave Harry alerted him to the fact that Malfoy would not be asking to share Harry’s food. Harry waved him off. “Well, tell me when you think of something.” 

“Why are you trying so hard for us to get along?” Malfoy asked suspiciously. 

Harry looked at the blonde carefully, the tense set of his shoulders, the frown between his eyebrows. 

“We have to share this room for a year.” He shrugged. “The way I see it, the sooner we become friends the better the year will be.” He got up from his desk, selected a quidditch book from his shelf and slumped onto his bed with a content sigh, ignoring the look of absolute shock on Malfoy’s face. 

He was almost halfway through the book when Malfoy clearing his throat caught his attention. He looked up questioningly. When Malfoy saw that he had Harry’s attention he picked up a quill to fiddle with and kept his attention on that. Harry saw some patches of pink marring the pale whiteness of his neck. 

“Don’t touch any of my things.” He started quietly. Harry saw a small tremor in his hands as he twirled his quill. The muscles in his jaw tensed and Harry saw him exhale long and slow before continuing. “And I date boys, not girls.” His voice shook ever so slightly but he looked up at Harry with a fierce determination and bright eyes. 

When Harry frowned, his flinch was so subtle that Harry almost missed it. “But what if your stuff is on my side of the room?” Harry asked seriously. 

Malfoy’s shoulders relaxed, and Harry could have sworn that his next blink was longer in what he could only imagine was relief. 

“Potter, if any of my stuff lands up on the infested area that is your half of the room, you can just keep it.” 

Harry grinned. “I’m going to hold you to that you know.” 

And Malfoy smiled back at him. It was a small and vulnerable smile, but it was the first one he had ever directed at Harry. 

 One month later 

Draco looked up at the sound of the door opening and had just enough time to catch the chocolate that was hurled at his face before it made contact. 

Potter laughed as he closed the door and flung himself onto his own bed. “Good catch.” He said with a smile. 

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, “You’re lucky I caught it.” He sniffed. 

Potter raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome.” He said. 

Draco sighed. “Thank you.” He said begrudgingly. Potter smiled warmly at him, which was still something he was not entirely used to. After repeatedly offering Draco some of his snacks and having Draco repeatedly decline, he had started buying Draco his own. Draco didn’t quite know how to feel about that. 

He eyed the potions textbook Draco was reading with distaste. 

“Have you finished your potions homework?” Draco asked him. 

He pulled a face. “No.” 

There was silence as Potter tried not to look at Draco and Draco tried to keep quiet. 

“You should do it now.” Draco said eventually, frowning at himself. 

“It’s Friday, Hermione.” He said pointedly which made Draco snicker. “I have all weekend.” 

“But if you do it now-” Potter groaned as Draco spoke. “then you don’t have to worry about doing any work the whole weekend. And I won’t have to feel guilty every time you ask to play exploding snap or quidditch or what not.” He pointed out. 

Potter sighed deeply. “Fine.” He said sulkily, then turned to Draco with a sly smile. “I’ll do it now if you help me.” 

Draco raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?” He asked. 

Potter sat up and put a hand to his chest. “Because I’m doing this for you.” He said earnestly. “You and your conscience.” He said with a grin. 

Draco smiled what he hoped was a wry smile and not the charmed smile that wanted to come out. “I am honoured.” He said seriously. 

Potter laughed as he got his things together and sat close to the edge of his desk to look up at Draco imploringly, eyes an impossible green. 

Draco faked a put upon sigh and settled down next to his friend. 

The next Saturday Harry had managed to drag Malfoy out of the room to go to Hogsmeade. He smirked as Malfoy began removing some of his layers. “I told you the scarf and hat were too much. Maybe if you ever left the room you’d know what the weather is like outside.” He teased. 

Malfoy rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushed pink from being too warm. 

“We will see who laughs later when it’s cold.” He said primly. 

Harry grinned at him. “Then I’ll just share your scarf.” 

Clutching at his chest, Malfoy said. “The great Saviour wearing Slytherin green? Attached to a Slytherin? What will the people think?” 

Harry shoved him. “Shut it.” 

Malfoy laughed and Harry watched his profile with a smile. He had opened up so much the last few weeks and Harry was really enjoying getting to know him better. He was somewhat glad that Ron and Hermione were almost always otherwise occupied and he could spend most of his free time with his roommate. Speaking of.. 

“I told Ron and Hermione we would meet them later for at the Three Broomsticks.” He said carefully. Malfoy’s shoulder tensed. “If you don’t mind. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” They hadn’t all spent much time together and for some reason Harry was really quite desperate for them all to get along. 

“If you’re sure.” Malfoy said, clearly uncertain. 

Harry could see the doubt in his posture. “Of course I’m sure. They want to get to know you and see why I keep ditching them for you.” 

Malfoy glanced up at him sharply. “You shouldn’t do that.” When Harry looked at him in confusion he continued. “Blow your friends off to spend time with me.” He tried to hide it, but Harry heard the self-loathing there. 

Harry smiled at him warmly. “Draco,” He began, and couldn’t stop the laugh from rolling out when Draco’s mouth fell open at the first use of his first name. He put his arm around Draco’s shoulders and touched the sides of their heads together. “You’re my friend too.” 

They spent a good amount of time in Honeydukes stocking up on snacks, popped into the stationery store to get quills for Draco and then it was time to meet Ron and Hermione. Harry could tell that Draco was nervous, he kept tugging on the ends of his sleeves and patting his hair to make sure it was in place. Harry was grinning endearingly at him as they waited by the bar for their drinks when Draco caught him looking. “What?” He asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

“Nothing.” Harry answered quickly and grabbed their drinks to take to a nearby table. They sat and sipped their drinks as they waited for Ron and Hermione to arrive. 

Draco leaned in close to Harry’s ear. “Hey, Potter.” He whispered, his breath causing Harry to shiver slightly. Which was strange. “Look to your left near the doors, little Creevey appears to be on a date.” Harry’s head snapped towards the doors and he couldn’t help but grimace. Dennis and a Slytherin girl sat alone at a table, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. He started to say something several times, blushed and looked down at the table again. The girl seemed rather unimpressed by this. He turned back to Draco to see him frowning. His clear grey eyes found Harry’s and then he was smirking. “Say hello to him.” He said, nudging Harry’s shoulder with his own. 

“What? Why?” He asked, confused. 

Draco rolled his eyes. “Lend him a tiny bit of your fame. She’ll be awed that the saviour knows his name.” Harry frowned at him and Draco laughed. “You are so oblivious, Potter.” He leaned across Harry. “Hey! Creevey!” Dennis looked up quickly at the sound of his name. Draco elbowed Harry.

“Hey Dennis!” Harry called out, waving awkwardly.  

“Hi Harry.” He called back, smiling excitedly. The girl looked back and forth between Harry and Dennis looking shocked. Harry leaned back and whispered in Draco’s ear. “Come on, Malfoy. She’s a Slytherin. Make it more impressive.”

Draco looked doubtfully at Harry but leaned over him again. “Hello, Creevey.” He said politely. Dennis’ eyes widened. 

“Hi Malfoy.” He said a little breathlessly. The girl’s mouth dropped open. Harry and Draco turned back to their table to try and hide their laughter. “Nice to see a Gryffindor and Slytherin pairing.” Harry said with a smile. Draco’s expression softened as he looked at Harry. His gaze darted behind Harry again and he snickered. “Look.” Harry glanced back and saw that the girl had scooted closer to Dennis and was touching his arm. 

Harry turned back to Draco, also snickering. 

“Hello boys.” Hermione said brightly, sitting down across from them. 

“Hi.” Ron said, with an odd look as he glanced between Harry and Draco as he set down their drinks. 

They straightened, the laughter lingering around their mouths. “Hey guys.” Harry said easily. 

“Hello.” Draco said, inclining his head politely causing Harry to smirk. 

They exchanged some meaningless small talk that had Harry’s heart sinking. Trying to get the conversation a bit more lively, Harry turned to Ron. “We still need to make our bets for the Quidditch league. I’m putting my money down on the Harpies to win.”

Ron rolled his eyes and said, “As if.” Which was almost drowned out by Draco’s snort. Ron and Draco eyed each other warily.

“They lost their best player.” Draco said. Harry watched Ron with big eyes.

Ron tilted his head in consideration, his eyes briefly flickering to Harry. “And their coach is getting divorced. You know that will cause trouble.” He added with a nod. Harry let out a breath and smiled, Ron’s lips quirking up when he noticed. 

After twenty minutes of Quidditch talk, Harry could see Hermione’s eyes glazing over. Knowing he would regret it he asked, “Hey Hermione.” He had to say it twice to get her attention. “Read any good books lately?” He couldn’t help but smile at the light that entered her eyes.

“Oh, yes!” she said excitedly. And Harry really tried his best to look interested as she started telling him about several books she’d been reading. He nodded and smiled and thought he was doing a really good job until he felt Draco’s elbow digging into his side.
“Granger, are you talking about the new potions book by Green?” he asked. She blinked at him for a few seconds and then broke out into a wide smile.
“You’ve read it?” she asked. Harry grinned.

“Not yet, but I’ve been meaning to. It’s been checked out in the library since it came out.” He told her.
And there went another twenty minutes of their lives. Harry was smiling as Draco animatedly told her about a book he had read before returning to school. He caught Ron looking at him with a strange expression. He raised an eyebrow at Ron who merely shook his head and smiled.

They finished their drinks and got ready to leave. Ron and Hermione had another stop to make so Harry and Draco started the walk back to the school alone. 

The wind had picked up, allowing the chill to soak into Harry. He hunched into his cloak and grinned at Draco. 

“What, Potter?” Draco asked fondly. 

“That was fun.” He said still smiling. 

Draco rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t terrible.” But Harry saw his pleased smile. He grabbed Harry’s arm to pull him to a stop, put one glove on his hand and wrapped his scarf around both of their necks forcing them to stand close together. He tucked the scarf in, gave a nod and pulled Harry to start walking again. He glanced at Harry who was staring, bemused. Draco rolled his eyes again. “Like you thought I’d actually let you get cold.” A faint blush was staining his cheeks, and Harry felt warm. “Then you’d get sick and keep me up all night with your coughing and sneezing.” 

Harry laughed and when Draco smiled openly at him, he didn’t think he was in danger of getting cold. 

In the middle of November Harry realized he was the happiest he could remember being. He was sitting on the couch in the eighth year common room next to Draco who was lost in a book. Ron and Hermione were on the couch across from them, Hermione also trapped in a book. He and Ron were playing chess, levitating the pieces with their wands so they didn’t have to get up.  Draco closed his book with a sigh and leaned forward to check the chessboard. He leaned into Harry and whispered something. 

Harry snickered and moved his knight to a position were Ron had to choose to sacrifice his Queen or a bishop. 

“Oi!” He started, wagging a finger at Draco. “No helping. That’s cheating!” 

Draco leaned comfortably back on the couch. “You’re more than welcome to get assistance from Granger to even it out.” He drawled. 

Ron raised an eyebrow. “As if that would even it out-” His eyes widened as Harry and Draco tried to smother their laughter. Ron peeked at Hermione to find her glaring at him. Harry collapsed against Draco, laughing. 

When they went to bed, they were still talking about the look on Ron’s face. Harry was telling Draco about some of the numerous times Ron had put his proverbial foot in his mouth when he realized Draco had fallen asleep. He watched the peaceful way he breathed in and out for longer than he’d ever admit. 

A short while later, Harry was woken up by the gentle rumbling of Draco snoring. He grinned into his pillow and soon fell asleep again. 

Harry woke up before Draco the next day and saw that he was curled onto his side facing Harry, his hair flopping over his forehead. He laughed softly to himself as he quickly got dressed. Just before he left the room Draco started to stir. And Harry couldn’t resist. He sat down on his bed grinning. 

“Morning, Malfoy.” Draco looked up at Harry through squinting eyes. “Sitting there watching me sleep, Potter?” He stretched languorously. “A new level of creepiness.” 

“Well I just wanted to make sure you were well rested, although with the way you slept it seemed certain.” 

Draco frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well it sure sounded like you slept well.” 

Draco continued to frown at Harry for a second and then he sat up with a gasp. “I didn’t put up my silencing charm.” When he sat up his blanket slipped to his waist, revealing his bare chest. His well-defined bare chest. 

He pointed a finger at Harry. “You tell no one about this.” 

Harry leaned back on his elbows. “My silence comes at a price.” He replied with a smirk. Draco turned so he was sitting with his feet on the floor. 

“Potter, I’m not joking here. Don’t you dare tell anyone!” 

Harry laughed. “Scared what will happen if everyone finds out that big bad Malfoy snores and can actually be adorable? Reputation ruined forever!” 

Draco looked at him with a shuttered expression. “Adorable?” 

Warmth crept to Harry’s cheeks. “Like a teddy bear.” Draco’s lips curled upwards. Harry cleared his throat and didn’t meet Draco’s eyes as he got up to leave the room. “I’ll think about it and let you know the terms of my silence.” He didn’t wait for him to reply. 

 The beginning of December brought Christmas decorations, snow and a complete lack of motivation from the students. Especially the eighth years. On the day that the first snow fell, they all hurried outside as soon as classes were done. There was an epic snowball fight, Harry and Draco annihilating the others. Harry was standing with his fists in the air after having hit Ron right in the belly with a snow ball when one smacked him in the side of his head. He turned and was shocked to find Draco a few feet away grinning fiendishly. 

He put a hand to his heart. “The betrayal.” He moaned and when Draco laughed he lunged, tackling him to the ground. They wrestled until Harry found himself on top and shoved handfuls of snow down Draco’s shirt. 

Draco was screaming and Harry was laughing gleefully. “Ugh, Potter stop! I surrender.” He kept trying to push Harry away. 

Raising a handful of snow Harry eyed him. “Apologize for betraying me!” 

Looking up at Harry, his grey eyes full of amusement he said seriously. “I am truly sorry for betraying you, it won’t happen again.” A grin tugged at his full lips.

Letting the snow fall from his hand Harry realized he must be pretty unfit because suddenly it was rather difficult to breathe. 

A few days later Harry was walking with Draco back to their room when Terry Boot caught up with them. “Potter.” He said curtly. “Hi Draco. How’ve you been?” He said brightly. 

Draco rolled his eyes. “Busy, Terry. If you’ll excuse us.” He grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him away, but Harry saw the way Terry eyed Draco’s hand clutching Harry. 

When they got to their room Draco finally released Harry. “What was that about?” Harry asked him. 

Draco sighed and sank onto his bed, covering his eyes with his arm. “He caught me under the mistletoe the other day and now has the misconception that I’m interested.” 

Harry froze. An ugly feeling crept through his chest. “You kissed Terry.” 

“Briefly. It wasn’t a memorable experience.” Draco answered. He sat up. “Don’t tell anyone.” He warned. 

For once Harry didn’t negotiate the price of his silence. 

“Hey, Ron?” Harry started, sick with nerves.

“Yeah?” Ron answered, not looking up from their smoking pile of Exploding Snap. They were sitting in the corner of the common room, alone. 

“Do you think it would be okay if Draco came with us for Christmas?” He finally asked.

Ron looked up at Harry. He was ready for the judgement and the denial, but he had to ask. 

“Yeah, Harry. It should be fine.” Ron said with a smile. “I’ll just warn mum.” 

Harry stared at him. And so lost the game. When his robes stopped smoking he looked up at his best friend. “Thanks mate.” 

Ron nodded and punched him in the shoulder. 

When Harry got to the room, he found Draco hunched over his desk doing homework. He walked in and sat down on the bed facing Draco. “Hi.” He said with a big smile. 

Draco out down his quill and turned to Harry with his own smile. “Hey.”

Harry thought about the best way to ask him so that he would say yes. And then he realised that he should have taken time to think long and hard about this because Draco was not very likely to say yes to spending Christmas with the Weasley’s, even though his parents were otherwise unavailable.
“Uh..” he began.

Draco smirked at him. “Eloquent as always, Potter.”

After sticking his tongue out at Draco, he tried again. “Well, I um..”

Draco put his arm on the table and leaned his head on his fist. “I do enjoy how I am able to make you speechless.” He said in a low voice that made Harry blush.

Looking down, Harry muttered. “Git.”

He was contemplating getting up and thinking about it before asking when Draco touched his arm. “Sorry, I’m just teasing. What is it?” His expression had softened.
Taking a deep breath, Harry just went for it. “I was wondering if you’d like to come to the Weasley’s with me for Christmas.” He cleared his throat. “With us.” He amended.

He looked up to find Draco staring at him in complete bewilderment. His blush deepened. “If you don’t want to that’s fine.” He said quickly. “I just thought it would be fun.”
He started to get up but Draco put a hand on his shoulder to lightly push him back down. “Harry.” He said in a soft voice. “I really appreciate the offer.” His eyes were bright and he was smiling sadly. “It really does mean a lot. But I’d be too scared to ruin it for them.” Harry started to protest but Draco cut him off. “It’s their first Christmas without Fred.” He said softly, not looking at Harry. “I would be a rather poor substitute and an awful reminder.” Harry nodded glumly in understanding. The bright smile Draco gave him made him feel a little better. “I would have liked to spend Christmas with you, too. But you’ll only be gone a week.”
Feeling suddenly very silly for making such a big deal about it, Harry smiled at Draco. “Yeah, you’re right. At least I finally got you to call me Harry.”
Draco laughed and squeezed Harry’s shoulder before letting go.

A few days before leaving for the Burrow, Harry was on his way back to the dorms when he rounded a corner and found Draco talking to Terry, who was leaning against the wall next to Draco. Too close to Draco. Harry frowned when Draco laughed at something Terry said and Terry leaned even closer, soaking up the sound. Harry turned abruptly and left.

He returned to their room late that night, not feeling much better or less confused. Draco sat up when he came in. “Hey. Where have you been?” he asked.
Falling onto his bed, Harry replied. “Just went for a walk.”
“Is everything okay?” Draco asked, concern clearly showing in his expression.
“Yeah.” Harry said with an attempt at a smile. “Just tired I guess.”
A frown still tugged at Draco’s lips. “Alright.” His expression brightened. He leaned over and rummaged in the drawer next to his bed. Harry had to roll over to avoid being hit in the face with a chocolate frog.
“You definitely could have caught that.” Draco chided.
Harry pulled a face and stuffed the chocolate in his mouth. After, he did actually feel a bit better. “Thanks, Draco.” He said softly.
The smile he got in return confused him more.

He woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. When he got back into bed he saw movement coming from Draco’s bed but no noise. He frowned, wondering if his friend was having a nightmare. After a few seconds of deliberation he found his wand and nullified Draco’s silencing charm. There was no sound except for Draco moving around restlessly and Harry was about to get up and wake Draco, sure he was fighting a bad dream when Draco moaned.
“Mm.” It did not sound like a terrified moan. Harry was frozen, sure he should not be hearing this. “Mm, yes.” Harry’s eyes widened and he was about to put up a new silencing charm when Draco spoke again. “Harry.” He breathed out, and Harry promptly dropped his wand.
As quietly as he could he scrambled out of his bed to find his wand, heart pounding as Draco continued to moan. When he eventually found it he hurriedly cast the silencing charm and stood frozen in the dark.
Draco rolled over allowing Harry full visual access to the situation in his boxers, which made Harry realise he had a situation of his own.

The next few days had Harry blushing at almost everything Draco said and at any casual contact that was previously normal. Draco kept shooting Harry odd looks which he pretended not to see.
The day before he was set to leave the Burrow he saw Terry giving Draco a gift. He was in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

When the time came for Harry to leave for the Burrow he found himself staring at Draco reading on his bed. Eventually Draco looked up. “Enjoying the view?” He asked with a smirk.
And of course Harry blushed. “Admiring it while I can.” He answered truthfully, causing Draco to raise his eyebrows. “I’d better be going. I think Ron and Hermione are waiting.”
Draco put his book down and stood up. Harry was about to extend his hand to shake when Draco enveloped him in a hug. “Merry Christmas, Harry.” He said into his ear.
Harry took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with Draco. “Happy Christmas, Draco.” He said and briefly rested his head against Draco’s. They pulled away and Harry found himself staring into beautiful grey eyes that shone with affection. Draco smiled and Harry’s heart thudded.
“I’ll see you soon.” Draco said and shoved Harry’s shoulder. Harry nodded and left the room.
He leaned back against the door, heart racing as fast as his thoughts. He was so full of want. The dream had to mean something. Draco was at least attracted to Harry.
With a shaking hand, he turned their door handle. Draco was standing in the middle of the room staring at Harry’s bed with a frown. He looked up quickly at Harry. With two furious strides Harry was standing right in front of him. “Hey, Draco. I need to check something.” His voice shook.
Draco only had time to tilt his head enquiringly before Harry took another half a step forward so that their chests were touching and leaned forward to press his lips to Draco’s. After a second of no response, Harry was about to keep his eyes closed and run when Draco’s lips parted in a surprised gasp. Then he was kissing Harry back. Softly, slowly and very deliberately. When their tongues lightly touched for the first time Harry shuddered. The kiss was soft and sweet and nothing like he had imagined. Eventually he pulled away. Draco’s eyes were unfocused, his lips were red and he looked completely stunned.
Suddenly losing his nerve, Harry took a step back. “Thanks. Bye.”
And he fled the room.

He was grateful that he had asked Ron and Hermione to wait outside for him so he could have a moment to collect himself. He was slowly making his way down a corridor with his fingers pressed to his lips when a hand grabbed his arm and whirled him around. He caught a brief glimpse of white blonde hair and intense grey eyes before he was pushed up against the wall. Draco paused with his mouth almost but not quite touching Harry’s for a deliciously long moment before he leaned in and caught Harry’s lower lip between his teeth. This kiss was just as wonderful as the first, but in a completely different way. It was all heat and hands and want. Draco ran his hand up Harry’s chest and into his hair, pulling him in as close as he could. Harry let his hand wonder down Draco’s back until he had both hands on Draco’s waist and pressed himself as close to Draco as he could. Right when he was thinking he never wanted to do anything but kiss Draco Malfoy, Draco disengaged from his mouth to trail soft kisses along his jaw. Hot breath tickled his ear. “It’s always good to double check, don’t you think?” He whispered in a low voice that had Harry groaning. And then the warmth from his body was gone and when Harry opened his eyes it was to see his cloak billowing out dramatically behind him as he rounded the corner.

“Harry!” Hermione called.
Harry snapped back into the moment and looked at her. It was Christmas Eve and the three of them were sitting by the fire drinking hot chocolate. “You haven’t been listening to a word I have said.” She chastised him.
He grinned sheepishly. “No, I’m sorry.”
She frowned at him. “You’ve been like this since we got here.” She put her mug down and exchanged a look with Ron then turned to face him fully. “We will forgive you if you tell us what’s got you so preoccupied.”
He looked from her to Ron, his two closest friends who were clearly concerned for him. He hadn’t known if he should send Draco a letter or not, if he should apologise or ask him what this meant. He only knew what he wanted it to mean.
“It’s silly.” He told them.
“Harry,” Hermione said smiling. “after everything else, we would love to be able to focus on the problems that seem small and silly.”
Harry smiled when Ron pulled a face. “It’s about Draco.” He said.
The couple exchanged a meaningful look which Harry chose to ignore.
“I don’t know where to start.” He thought about it for a bit. “I think it started after he told me he kissed Terry Boot under-“
Hot chocolate came spraying out of Ron’s nose. He coughed furiously and then croakily asked, “Malfoy’s gay?” before dissolving into a coughing fit again.
“Yes.” Harry said defensively.
“Then why haven’t you asked him out yet?” Ron yelled at him.
Harry blinked. A lot. He looked at Hermione who was trying to hide a smile. “What?” He asked, confused.
Groaning, Ron leaned back in his seat. “You are such a fool. Did you only realise now how happy you are around him?”
Hermione laughed at the shocked look on Harry’s face. “Harry. You are so obviously smitten.” She said gently.
He put his face in his hands and groaned. “Well I know that now, thanks.”
They laughed at him. “So what exactly did you want to tell us?”
Harry peeked at them through his fingers. “I kissed him.”
“You kissed him! When?” Ron shouted. Harry laughed as Hermione swatted Ron on the arm.
“Right before we left.” Harry told them.
“Did he kiss you back?” Hermione asked.
Harry was blushing now. “Yeah.” He said with a small smile.
Ron and Hermione exchanged triumphant grins. “So what did he say?” Ron asked.
“We didn’t really talk about it.” Harry said awkwardly.
Hermione frowned. “Well, that’s probably not good. So you don’t know how you left things?” Harry shook his head. She studied him for a long moment. “What did you say to him before you kissed him?”
“I said I needed to check something.” He answered, not meeting their eyes.
Ron groaned again as Hermione said, “Oh, Harry.”
Sighing, Harry said. “I know, I messed up. Can you guys help me fix it?”


Draco was a mess. He was terrified he had made a mistake by chasing Harry down and kissing him against the wall, but he had been scared it would be the only chance he would get to kiss him again. He was constantly replaying the kisses. He’d imagined his first kiss with Harry a hundred different ways but in none of those scenarios had Harry been the one to kiss him first. He just wish he knew what it had meant. I need to check something. Was he checking to see if he was interested in guys? Or was he interested in Draco?
It would be just his luck for Harry to use him to explore his sexuality and then land up with another guy.

Christmas morning dawned cold and lonely. There was a small pile of presents at the foot of his bed. One was big and lumpy, wrapped in bright red wrapping. When he picked it up it was soft. He opened it to find a big green sweater with a D on the front. His mouth fell open. He had seen the Golden trio wearing similar ones before, red with their respective letters on the front. He unfolded it and a card fell out.


We were sorry to hear you were unable to make it.
Hopefully next year.

The Weasleys

He stared at it in shock for a very long time. When he had recovered (and maybe put the sweater on) he hunted for his present from Harry. And maybe, just maybe, his heart broke a little when he found none.


The sun had started to set when Harry climbed the steps to the front entrance of Hogwarts. He had felt too bad to ask Molly and Arthur to help him get back to Hogwarts before lunch was over. And he had had to wait to explain why until Ginny was out of the way, because he really just wasn’t ready for that conversation.
He was overflowing with nerves and excitement. Tightly clutching his present for Draco he opened the door to the eighth year common room. He stopped short when he found himself facing Draco who was curled up in a seat in front of the fireplace, wearing a Slytherin green jumper.
“Harry?” he asked disbelievingly.
Harry smiled. “Hi Draco.” Draco stood and Harry’s mouth fell open. A large D adorned the front of the jumper. “Did Molly make that for you?” He asked.
Draco looked down at the jumper. “I got it from the Weasley’s this morning.” He frowned. “You didn’t tell them to send it?”
Harry laughed, delighted. “No, I really didn’t.”
Draco smiled, and Harry knew he felt honoured at the thought. “What are you doing here?” Draco asked.
“I came to give you your present.” He shrugged.
They regarded each other awkwardly. “You didn’t have to do that.” Draco said softly, tugging down the sleeves of his jumper.
Harry bit his lip. “I didn’t want you to be alone on Christmas.”
Draco frowned at the floor for several long moments. “Harry, about the other day.” He began and Harry felt his heart drop. “As.. enjoyable as it was, I don’t want to be an experiment for you to find out what you are. Our friendship means too much.” He studiously did not look at Harry. A sliver of hope crept back into Harry’s chest.
“And if it’s not an experiment?” He asked softly.
Peeking up at him through long eyelashes Draco asked, “It’s not?”
Harry shook his head, smiling now. “It’s not.” He took a step closer. “Even though I don’t know what I am,” his heart tried to climb up his throat, “besides in love with you, that is.”
Draco clapped a hand over his mouth. His grey eyes were wide. Harry winced. “Sorry, it was probably too soon for that.” Draco started shaking his head. “All I’m saying,” Harry continued, “is that I’d like a chance at being your boyfriend.”
After a few more seconds of disbelieving staring, Draco stalked towards Harry and kissed him deeply. “That sounds quite bearable.” Draco managed to whisper between kisses.
Harry pulled away laughing, so happy and relieved. He leaned his forehead against Draco’s. “Thank Merlin.”
Draco laughed, his breath tickling Harry’s lips.
“Here, open your present.” Harry handed Draco the gift.
With a devilish grin, Draco put it on the coffee table. “Maybe later, boyfriend.” He said as he sank onto the couch, pulling Harry on top of him.