because i made this at 3 am

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I was bored so I decided to ask the lovely @fatpandasims if she wanted a sim… so I made Artemis. Hope you like her! (ノ・ω・)ノ I’m probably just going to make another one for you because I am not entirely happy with her.

Artemis Hunt

Edit: I really love making Sims so, if you ever want me to make one for you, hmu.

anonymous asked:

one of the lines in one of your adrian fics just made me cry ??? - "You are too good for people who aren’t secure enough with themselves to know how to love you" is just the most wonderful thing and i really needed it right now so thank you thank you thank you

Oh darling, that line is about you – you are too good for people who aren’t secure enough with themselves to know how to love you. I am sending you all my love, darling, because you deserve all the love in the multiverse <3 <3 <3

So first of all, I want to apologize for being MIA. My college had a lot of crazy schedules and when I get home at night I am dead. I was asked about my opinion on japril and the plot, but after last episode I was so hurt about it that I decided to make a huge text and scream about how wrong this hole situation is.

Things to Consider because I’m criticizing pretty much everything:
1. I go to Med School
2. I work on the Academic Council
3. Recently we went throughout something similar. Our Headmaster (That we love and admire very much and made our school what it is!) was being fired but not fired and things got chaotic specially because lack of communication. I can’t go into details, but our Rector was Catherine, our Dean was Bailey, our Headmaster was Richard, and all us academics were the surgeons. The Academic Council was, obviously, the head of department surgeons. The board was a board of teachers we have.

Keep reading

Little update

So…I know I didnt post any Hc today but I’m hoping that I can post 2 HC’s tomorrow.
School is killing me but I’m going to take a vacation because of a holiday,so I hope I get more time to write and then I’ll take all those requests.
I’m hoping to post all Valentine’s Day requests until the end of February lol
It’s 3 am here, I have to wake up at 6 am, I’m saying that just to prove that I don’t have time right now to write , and I was stressed today because of that fucking hater, but we won ;) . Collages are not so easy to make, so don’t expect that much like text posts too.
And oh my I keep thinking about Jumin in kyoya style…Even tho @slytherin-pansexual-pride made a beautiful drawing for me about that (I’m just a sucker for those guys)
I’ll read some things right now @fantasyimmortal @saeyoungs-space-princess (I’ll read that you guys write, so I’m really excited )

I hope you guys aren’t tired of mistletoe yet, because here’s one more to add to the avalanche of holiday fluff that’s all over my dash!  ^_~

Dear @bearholdingashark, hello!!  I am also your Secret Santa!!  I hope you like what I made for you and that you have a wonderful holiday!!! <3 @mlsecretsanta

In this picture, Chat Noir and Marinette really wanted to catch each other under the mistletoe, so they both coincidentally ended up bringing their own, just to be sure.  ;)

DOODLEMATSU 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAY!!

Hello!! Today marks 1 full year since Doodlematsu was created!

So I decided to hold a giveaway!!

1st place:

Pizza cat plastic tote bag (OH FUCK YUMP!!)

Hijirisawa Shonosuke metal strap

Stickers (6 of them!)

Princess Glitter Shine figure

Something bad in a box (do not open)

+ 1 OC doodle!

2nd place:

Stickers (4 of them!)

Garfield 2017 Calendar

Pink light up thing

Oviposition chicken (not the screaming chickens)

+ 1 OC doodle

3rd place:

Stickers! (3)

stick-on animal nail stickers

small rhino

+1 OC doodle

Rules:

-Dont gotta be following because I am too lazy to check!!

-1 like,1 reblog

-ENDS: Feb 10, a week from today!

-FOR STICKERS: they will not be made via redbubble, I will be printing them myself. Any drawing from the redbubble store or from this blog is allowed, but you cannot choose an entire redbubble sticker pack as 1 sticker

-Winner will be picked via random number generator

phanniecorn  asked:

Hi Jo!So I'm super excited for the next ep, I'm hoping that it'll fix all of the mistakes that were made in 2x07. until that, let me sneak in a random question into your ask box: do you think malec call each other nicknames/pet names?

Hi Nitsa! Same here, I’m excited and I hope my internet here is strong enough to sustain my livestream~

I mean, we all know Magnus uses pet names with like, everybody. Biscuit here, darling there, sweetheart over at the back. So Alec isn’t surprised when he’s fumbling around the kitchen and Magnus shows up, one hand combing through bed hair and another muffling a yawn and mumbles out “what’s cooking, pumpkin?” As much as Alec thinks that’s endearing, he hates that he has to suppress the idea that he has used the nickname on one too many lovers. So the next time they’re kissing in bed; hands under each other’s shirts, long legs tangled in an organised mess and Alec slides his fingers along Magnus’ ribcage just right, tearing a breathless “Alexander” out of him, Alec steels himself. 

“I love it when you call me that,” Alec pauses, a few seconds longer, betraying the casual tone of his voice. And Magnus is astute, even when he’s seconds away from dragging Alec down towards him because his lips are not where they should be, and he drags out, voice thick as honey, “Of course, my Alexander”, with a steady gaze. And Alec knows that Magnus gets it, and he finally seals Magnus’ lips with his.

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Alec’s awkward with nicknames. Now that he’s thinking about it, he realises that the only one whom he calls with a nickname is Izzy and doesn’t everyone call her that? Well, except Magnus; and now that he’s thinking of him, he’s troubled over whether Magnus would like to have that: a pet name. Darling? Too common, Magnus practically calls everybody that. Baby? No way, he’d rather die than have to call someone that. Mags? Alec makes a face. 

“What’s with that face? Wait, don’t tell me Izzy made this,” Jace glares at the spoonful of stew he was about to put into his mouth and his eyes dart between Alec and the pot in between them. Alec’s confused for a moment but he shakes his head and puts his spoon down, to which Jace sighs in relief and shoves the spoon into his mouth. 

“Jace, what did you call your…girlfriends? I mean, did you call each other using pet names? Does it come naturally? Like, how do you suddenly go from calling someone by name to calling them by something else? What’s that something else? How-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow it down, bud. Are you talking about things like babe, princess or things like that?” Alec nods solemnly at the question and Jace’s confusion suddenly turns to smugness. He was about to make a jab at that but Alec shook his head and Jace dropped it out of kindness from seeing his parabatai so troubled. He merely shrugs and offers, “Don’t think too much about it; it’s gonna come out forced if you overthink it, and yes, I can totally see you overthinking right now so don’t even deny it, I know you Alec,” Alec huffs but he takes the advice to heart and tries not to wince when he has to get his boyfriend’s attention and has to settle for “Magnus”. 

And when it finally happens, he just has to mess it up, or so he thinks, when he picks up a phone call mid-mission and in his distraction, he answers with, “Hi love, what’s up,” after which there’s a silence that’s a beat too long and Alec realises that he’s fucked up because he hasn’t even said the three words and this order is totally wrong and oh god, Magnus doesn’t feel the same yet, does he? He’s this close to flinging his phone to the furthest end of the world when Magnus clears his throat and replies, voice a little unsteady, “Well, Alexander, I love you too, if that’s what you were trying to say,” and Alec is amazed by how Magnus always knows and never in his life had he wanted to be a warlock so badly just so he could portal to right where Magnus was and kiss the stars out of him.

Making out with… Taeyong

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Anon: Making out with taeyong plsss❤️❤️❤️ love you and your blog xx😊

Anon: Can we get a making out with taeyong pretty please? I love your blog aaaah!!! <3

Yay! Finally got this posted. Writing this made me really sad because I’ve realised how alone I am lol :-( I need friends too lol

Anyway, I hope you like it! Tell me what you think! Bisous, Flo xx

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh


  • This would be both of your favourite type of skinship
  • Since you didn’t really do any PDA, any kind of skinship, specifically making out, was saved for when you were in private 
  • Your “making out” position usually started with you two standing up
  • His arms would be wrapped tightly around your waist, so that your body was pressed to his
  • You’d allow yourself to melt into his touch, and would trace his jaw with your fingers and thread them through his hair
  • They aren’t necessarily planned but they’re not spontaneous either
  • But they would always always always start with a hug
  • Not a normal one though, 
  • Usually he’d hold you for a long time
  • But when he wanted a kiss, it wouldn’t last long and he’d resort to kissing your neck softly as a sign
  • A lot of giggling and teasing too
  • Eventually, he’d reach your lips and wouldn’t hesitate to smash them onto yours immediately 
  • His kisses would be open and wide 
  • Very slow as well
  • There’s no such thing as fast paced with Taeyong
  • He likes to make sure you understand how much he loves you and how lucky he is
  • And he also like the feeling of your tongues touching
  • Yes, I know that’s gross okay
  • But I really that the pair of you would actually really like it
  • Tbh it’s probably unlike him; since he’s so tidy and clean
  • And playing tonsils table tennis isn’t exactly clean or hygienic
  • Anyway
  • For sure, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself
  • He’s hands would start wandering
  • Rubbing gently your thighs or the small of your back
  • Sometimes he’d run his hands through your hair or rub your jaw gently in order to ease up and relax into the kiss
  • A lot of moans and groans would fall from his lips
  • Very low and deep moans and groans
  • I mean, no one wouldn’t be able to say what they’d be like really
  • Cos he’d just save them for you and your ears
  • He’d also whisper a lot
  • Complimenting you and telling you how much he adores you
  • “You’re so beautiful”
  • “Don’t stop”
  • “I can’t control myself”
  • Just imagine for a moment
  • Shut your eyes and just imagine Taeyong complimenting you
  • Like that in itself is a blessing from God
  • lol okay got a bit too hyped there sorry
  • It would be sensual and slow 
  • Something the younger members should never ever see just in case
  • Although it has happened that Ten walked in and you didn’t realise for about 5 minutes
  • And he just watched with his mouth wide open 
  • Because these make out sessions would last quite a long time
  • It can go up to like half an hour
  • You’d end up sitting on his lap, and he rested against the bed frame
  • 20% of the time this making out session would end with sex
  • But most of the time it wouldn’t
  • Taeyong wouldn’t make out with you because he wanted sex or was horny
  • He’d just like holding you and kissing you and just being with you
  • Totally harmless and not expecting sex at all
  • Anyway, if it didn’t end up with sex, it would last way longer like an hour extra
  • Neither of you would see where the time passed but tbh neither of you cared
  • I see Taeyong being the kind who’d want to kiss you and make out with you all the time when you’re in private
  • At first you were a little annoyed, since you didn’t want to always make out
  • But within a few sessions, you pretty much made it part of your daily life lol
  • Afterwards, he’ll look at you so fondly and just admire how gorgeous you looked or how lucky he was to have you
  • Although he’d do this anyway
  • It would just X10 stronger after making out
  • Whoever gets to kiss Taeyong and make out with him, is darn lucky
  • You better treat him right mate

Making out with… series

Please request more members!

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* C-R-O-W-N-E-D *

   * F-L-O-W-E-R-E-D *

       * P-R-O-G-R-A-M *

… And all the friends we made along the way!


My own personal tribute to the recent Kirby games because I love everything about them, but the baddies who turn into your buddies by the end are definitely one of the things I love the absolute most. <3
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EDIT: Get these as prints/products here!

I'm having a Mental Breakdown Rn

Because I can’t believe YOI is ending, These 3 months went by so fast I still am in Denial that in 3 Days…Everything is gonna end.(Of Course There may be a Season 2, which seems very likely).

I changed so much in these 3 months you have no idea, Yoi showed me so many beautiful things I had never seen been done so well, such as: •Realistic Anxiety •Healthy Relationships (Victuuri,JJ and his Gf etc.) •A World where Gender doesn’t matter. You can be masculine/feminine and nobody will judge, beacuse it’s normal You can like whoever you want and people will support you. (Btw Phitchit4BestMan) •Relatable Characters that are almost impossible to completely dislike. •Seriously…Soundtrack and Animation are godly (Especially the Soundtrack which became my favorite over ZnT’s one)

I’m not saying that YOI is the best anime of the year, That’s up to you. But for me It is. It felt so refreshing,heartwarming,sometimes even heartbreaking. I cried with the characters after a failure and felt joy when they succeded.

These are my most sincere thanks to all the people who worked on this beautiful masterpiece. From the Creator Kubo-Sensei who I deeply love and respect to every Animator who put effort and tears in every frame of the routines.

Thank You

Thoughts that Linger…

Disclaimer: No need to leave hate if you disagree with me. Just move on. I do not think Sam and Cait have bad intentions or are bad people but that they have made, consciously or subconsciously, bad decisions that reverberates beyond their personal and professional lives. I see BOTH Sam and Cait as playing a part in this drama; Cait is as guilty as Sam is.

It does not seem like 3 years of loving two people together should come to this day but I guess this day has been in the making for the past year. Am I sad? Yes. Disappointed? You bet. Angry? Almost there.  Have I lost faith in love and humanity? Not yet.

The Ship: I ship S/C. I do so because of what they have shown us and what I have seen. Even after IFH, their actions spoke louder than words. So I remained on board. Now I honestly don’t think I can ship them anymore knowing they have other SOs. People ship differently, so only love and respect for those still on board. Sail on, ladies. I am not leaving but hanging around on shore.

The Circle: I am thankful for the women I have come to know on this ship. They are phenomenal; astute, snarky, funny, and caring. I never forgot the support I received in my bleakest moments and will forever be grateful for that.

The Play Book: Outlander would have been a hit with stellar casting and production. While maybe there was a need to “sell” S/C in the beginning, it should be fairly clear that their chemistry and acting chops sold the show. So I rather not think that Sam and Cait ramped it up for the sake of the show and their fame but that the imbrication of their chemistry, closeness, and trust resulted in the love fest that we have all come to admire and adore. Maybe they can’t help themselves when they are together BUT that it should have been toned down after IFH and after dropping their SOs on us. That’s on them. They should have owned their truth and maintained their integrity. I would have respected them much more for that.

The Wedding: In my 32 years of experiencing life, a wedding is not an event that one is casually invited to; this drowns out the possibility that Sam is just there as a friend. He attended the wedding of the brother of the girl he is supposed to be dating. Why? For kicks? For her? For himself? Who knows. What I know is that if his attendance is supposed to be a “reveal” it is immature and inconsiderate; to do it at someone’s wedding is just borderline pathetic.

The Girl and The Guy: Sam seems to go all out to disassociate from the girl that he is seeing, which for me relates to the way he treats women. We know Sam as the chivalrous sweet, and affectionate man. At least, that is the projected image. How do we explain Shitner and fan bullying? Is it that far fetched to believe that Sam sat on the sidelines and behaved in a passive aggressive manner about the bullying when he is doing it with his personal life as well? Letting the girl he is supposed to be dating take crap for them possibly being together? Moving forward I hope he shows her the respect that he shows Cait. And the same goes for Cait; if the guy who shows up with you is your SO, please treat him with more respect and dignity. Stop acting sexed and loved up with your co-star in front of him. At the very least stop treating your guy like a leper. Sure, you and Sam might have a different standard of reality and morality as actors but open your eyes from time to time and see what we see when we see you (S/C) together.

I am thankful to be a book reader and that lead me to the show. I can always count on the love, loyalty, and magic that is Jamie and Claire. And thank you Sam and Cait for embodying those characters well. Here’s to hoping you live your lives with uncompromising integrity and renewed consciousness, and that you continue to find success in your professional and personal lives. 

~ God’s Love letters

You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. Psalm 139:15-16

I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. Acts 17:26

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14

I knit you together in your mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13
And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6

I have been misrepresented by those who don’t know me. John 8:41-44
I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. 1 John 4:16

And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. 1 John 3:1
Simply because you are my child and I am your Father. 1 John 3:1

I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. Matthew 7:11
For I am the perfect father. Matthew 5:48

hello! I am tempest shadow and im the daughter of sombrah and I have edgy hair so sharp i don’t even need a weaopon cause i can cuts you with it. I am evil because of my cursed horn but I want 2 be gud so I broked it off so i can be good. I can stilll doo magic tho and WILL DESTROY my enemies if they hurtz my friends. My armour is made from the crushed bones of my enemies and give me super special kawaii desu powers so I can fly even tho I don’t have wings. I am more op than all 5 alicorns COMBINED and I have defeated tiredk and discord and now they want to be my special somponies but I’m 3 cool 5 them. everyone loves me and twilight wants to be my student but i’m too busy trying to stay in control of my shadowy demonic powers. I am also kinda insane and have multiplies personalities and sometimes i want 2 murder ponies but its a gud thing my mom, the fusion of twilight and luna, taught me how to be good and never give into the the hate and anger that the luna halfof my mom did. I can also turn into anything like chrysalis and chrysalis is gay for me. i am also related to nightmare moooon and can move the sun and moon and when there is an eclipse (which i cans make XD) i turn into my super saiyen dark form. i am immortalz but I haz been reborn many times in the past because my dark side took over and i had to sacrifice myself to save the world from myself and that is how I got this scar. I am half vampire (the kind that sparkles) half werewolf, half minotaur, half cerberous, half ghost, half mermaid, half bat, half dragon, half fairy, half demon, half cat, angel, half goddess, half zebrah, half alicorn, and timelord. My eyes change colours to match my emotions and i have purple blood so i am a royal and i am bffs with equius. I have conquierred a lot of plannets but i am a good ruler and am nice to all my sujects and everyone loves me. I am pokemon master and my starter was mewtwo. i am pretty much all powerful cause my power level is OVER 9000 but I am just a regular pony. will u want to be my friedn?

honesttotea  asked:

PJO AU question!! So I am in love with this AU and was wondering, how would everyone react to Sheith's fist kiss??

Oh damn OTL I already made them have their first kiss though. :((( However, I can still work with this, same gist and all that. :D

Voltron PJO AU: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (their first kiss in private)

How everyone reacted to Sheith’s first kiss—in public.

They were playing capture the flag, though Keith found it ironic that “playing” doesn’t even actually describe it because, gods, a son of Apollo literally just shot a daughter of Aphrodite in the stomach with his arrow, causing her to fall down but not without a final jibe “Night night, doll face!” So, no, “playing” was definitely not the word for the game, more like “battle to the death.” 

And Keith was more than annoyed than ever because Shiro and him were on the opposing teams. Shiro, Pidge and Allura were on the same team while Keith, Lance and Hunk were on the other. Keith would’ve loved the fact he had another Big Three demigod in his team but it was Lance, and Keith could hardly stand him—apparently the feeling was mutual but they had to get along if they wanted to win this game.

“You seem agitated, Mullet Head,” Lance said.

Keith’s ability to restrain himself from burying the guy 6 feet under the ground should earn him an award or something. “Just concentrate, will you?”

Lance and him were guarding the flag near the stream because as much as possible Keith would like to utilize Lance’s water abilities. One could never know if they needed a tsunami to happen, better safe than sorry.

“Heads up!” Keith looked up and there was Shiro flying in the sky like an angel that he was, but this wasn’t the time for Keith to appreciate the beauty that was his boyfriend, gods, Shiro was his boyfriend and just—no, he needed to concentrate. He shook his head and shouted, “Whenever you’re ready, Lance. Silver Bird in the skies. So any minute now.”

“A little busy here, Mullet,” Lance struggled and Keith saw that he was fighting the daughter of Ares. Allura. Keith clicked his tongue. Why did they have to be in the same team? Of course Pidge, Allura and Shiro had it all planned. 

Gods be damned. He hadn’t done it before so he hoped to Hades that it would work. His sword in one hand, he bent down on one knee and touched the ground. “Dad, please let this work.” He shut his eyes and suddenly the ground grumbled and dark smoke surrounded them causing the son of Zeus to startle in confusion in the air. 

Suddenly the grounds opened up and skeletons of pre-historic animals emerged, towering all of them. Extinct mammoths, carnivorous dinosaurs and holy shit, a megalodon just emerged from the waters and suddenly everyone started panicking. It didn’t hurt that these skeletons could actually even produce their terrifying sounds.

“Hell yeah!” Keith shouted. “Uh, I mean, Underworld, yeah!” 

“Keith?! What the hell?” Lance screamed and then he saw the megalodon and started to laugh, somehow forgetting he was still fighting Allura. “That’s so fucking awesome, man!! Ouch!” Lance got pinned down by Allura as soon as he got distracted.

Keith looked up and saw Shiro battling out what Keith could recognize as the Deinotherium. 

“I gotta hand it to you, Keith,” Shiro shouted in the air. “You’re getting really good at this. I didn’t even expect you could… summon… these… Oh gods.” Shiro lost his balance as the Deinotherium swung and hit Shiro, causing him to fall into the ground.

“Oh gods! Shiro!” Keith cried out in horror, running as fast as he could towards his boyfriend, getting rid of all the skeletons he summoned in the process. Keith was too preoccupied that he didn’t get to hear that their team got the flag of the other team and they won the game.

“Shiro, I’m so sorry,” Keith bend down and cupped Shiro’s face. 

“Hey, I’m fine,” Shiro chuckled. “Just a sprain, I think.” He winced as he started to move his leg. He grabbed the back of Keith’s head and let their foreheads touch. “You were so great out there. You didn’t kill Lance today,” he added a laugh.

Keith rolled his eyes, tears starting to form around them. “Yeah, well, almost did though. But instead, I almost killed you.”

“Keith,” Shiro started softly. “Look at me.”

He looked into Shiro’s eyes and he could see how proud the son of Zeus was of him and the next thing he knew Shiro closed the gap between them and he felt Shiro’s lips on his. He closed his eyes and smiled into their kiss.

“OH COME ON!!!” Lance shouted. “Can you not do that here?!”

“I think it’s adorable, Lance,” Hunk cooed. “About time really that they kiss.”

“About time?” Pidge snickered. “I’ve seen them kiss a hundred times in private.” Allura just nodded in agreement. 

“AND THEY SHOULD’VE LET IT STAY THAT WAY!” Lance was just clearly scandalized. “No one wants to see lewd stuff like that! Especially from someone like Keith!”

Keith rolled his eyes, and showed Lance his finger, not breaking the kiss. Shiro chuckled though as he brought down Keith’s hand.

“Uh! RUDE MUCH, KEITH!” Lance scoffed. “That’s it! I’m reporting you to Coran for your obscene behavior!”

i can feel the darkness coming [james potter]

warnings: Movie spoilers, James is a bit of an asshole in the beginning, language, angst, death, tears (Like I’m completely serious, I made myself cry while I was writing this)

word count: 3,789

italic = flashback

 

Being in love with James Potter was not easy.

    Especially when you were identified as one of his best friends and nothing more. With the addition of Lily Evans, you’re predicament was even worse than before.

    You and James had met when you were both first years at Hogwarts; the two of you had been sorted into Gryffindor and met when you sat next to each other at the tables. From the moment the two of you had first spoken to each other, you became great friends. James had later introduced you to his other friends: Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. The five of you made up the Marauders.

    There was no specific moment that you could identify as the moment you fell for the brown haired mischief; just somewhere along the way, you began to see him differently.

The way he spoke with such light and joy in his eyes, or the way he watched his friends or himself cast spells and hex Slytherins. Maybe it was the way that he scrunched up his nose when he was confused by something that they learned in Transfiguration; or perhaps, it was the way that he smiled at you, his perfectly straight teeth shining at you with a grin that made your knees weak. It might have been the constant mischief that caught your eye, or the way that he cared for his friends that had swept you off of your feet.

Whatever it was, it had rendered you catatonic.

    At whatever point in time that you realized you were in love with your best friend, you began to act differently; becoming shy and soft spoken when he was in your presence, or keeping your head down when he seemed to glance your way.

    To the rest of the Marauders, it was becoming fairly obvious that something had changed in you, and Sirius Black was the first to take action.

    Walking out of Potions with your head held high, you sighed in happiness. You had just scored the highest in your class on the test you had taken the previous day. The notion led to you carrying yourself with the utmost happiness and proudness.

    The Marauders followed you out of the room, grumbling about the scores they had gotten, and you turned to face them with a radiant smile shining on your face.

The moment Sirius, one of your closest friends, caught sight of it, his eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“What’s got you so jolly, Talon?” Sirius questioned, using the nickname they had given  you.  Talon had originated from the your Animagus form, an eagle. The boys had originally poked fun at the thought of you becoming a bird, but then you promptly punched each of them in the gut and moved on. It may have been cruel, but at least they had stopped their taunts. The name Talon also came from your attitude towards other students, mostly the Slytherins. Growing up in a family that was purely Gryffindor, your were raised to despise their house. This led to you acting very rude and sassy to any of your Slytherin classmates. The fire in your attitude only added to part of the reason you had your nickname.

Back in the present, you laughed at the look upon the boys’ faces and showed them your paper. “Highest grade in the class,” You boasted.

Sirius playfully shoved you away from him after you showed him your paper, grumbling about your intelligence.

“Aw, don’t yourself up Padfoot, not everyone can be me,” You giggled, sass ever present in your tone.

James turned from the spot next to Sirius, “Of course they can’t all be you, darling; after all, there is only one Talon.” When he finished his words, a smirk graced his perfect features and a blush had arisen onto your face, all the boys except James taking notice.

You smiled softly and ducked your head down, not used to receiving compliments, especially from James.

The boys, specifically Sirius, watch you with confused looks on their faces. You had never shied away as you had just done; no one had ever had had that effect on you. No one had ever gotten you to blush or shy away.

The moment was ruined when James caught sight of a wisp of red hair. His eyes lit up with happiness, and a pang filters through your heart.

Lily!” James calls out, immediately taking off after the girl his heart was set on.

A weight fills your chest, and you suppress the tears that begin to fill your eyes. You shake your head and turn towards the direction of the Gryffindor common room.

“Well, I’ll be off then,” You practically whimper. After you speak the words, you take off in a brisk pace, trying to outrun your feelings. You heart was at your feet, feeling as though it had just been crushed by the Whomping Willow. Tears filling your eyes, you furiously wipe at the skin underneath your eyes to get them to go away. Dread fills your body as feelings of self-hate and worthlessness erupt within you.

From behind you, footsteps are heard chasing you. You walk faster in the hopes that the person will leave you alone, but it’s no use.

“Talon!” The voice cries.

Sirius.

Of course it would be Sirius that would notice your discomfort.

He reaches out when he gets close enough, his hand laying across your shoulder. His soft hands comfort you, and you are tempted to cry again.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sirius questions, his eyes full of worry.

You shake your head and sigh, “It’s nothing Sirius, don’t worry about it.”

Sirius shakes his head and raises his other hand to grab your other shoulder between his fingers.

“It’s not nothing if you’re crying,” Sirius whispers.

You shake your head and try to turn away, but Sirius holds you in place. He stares at you for a few moments before his eyes light up in realization. His face changes and shook is written across practically every feature of his.

“You’re in love with Prongs,” Sirius whispers.

Your eyes widen and you reach up with your hands, covering his mouth with your palms. Sirius moves, taking your hands away from his mouth before he speaks, “No way. Why didn’t you say anything?”

You drop your hands to your sides and shake your head as you lower it to look at the ground, whimpering as tears fill your eyes, “Doesn’t matter, he’ll never love me anyway.”

Sirius looks saddened at the mention of James’ never ending chase for Lily Evans. He realizes your predicament and he reaches to pull you into his arms. His strong hold and comforting demeanor is enough to make you cry again. Your body begins to shake as you sob into Sirius’ chest, and he holds you tighter as you cry harder. He whispers soothing words as you sob and he slowly rocks you back and forth.

From behind the two of you, Peter and Remus approach. Their eyes widen when they see your tears, and step forward to question what was wrong. Sirius shakes his head and continues to rub his hands in circles on your back. The other boys nod, stepping forward to comfort you. Remus lays a hand across your shoulders and Peter wraps an arm around your waist. You sob harder when you realize that the other boys have found you, and they lower their heads, hating that someone has left you in this much pain.

You whimper into Sirius’ chest, “What did I do to deserve friends like you?”

A few weeks later, James finally begins to see the change in your behavior. He finally sees how you take every chance you have to avoid him. He notices the way that you never make eye contact with him anymore, or the way that you walk faster when he tries to catch up with you. He sees the way that you only come out of your room when Sirius or Remus make you. James sees the way that you are breaking.

So he decides to confront you.

The next time he sees you is when you are walking back to the Gryffindor common room with your head held low. He picks up speed, aiming to catch you before you hit the painting that grants entry to the room.

He calls out your name and you freeze when you hear his voice. Without even turning your head, you take off in a sprint. You have no idea where you are headed, you just want to get away from James. Being around him only deepens the hole in your heart and causes you more pain.

James chases after you, his long legs easily gaining on your short ones. He calls out your name again and it only spurs you to run faster.

You push open the door to the girls bathroom and immediately lock yourself in one of the stalls, thanking Merlin that the room was empty. James bursts through the door only seconds after you did and he slams his hand against the door to your stall, calling your name.

“Talon! Talon, please come out,” He calls, “I just want to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”

    Tears are already filling your eyes and you barely muster up enough courage to spit out the words, “Why do you care?”
    James is taken aback by your question. Why wouldn’t he care? You had been friends for years, of course he was going to care about you.

    “You’re my friend, Talon. Of course I care about you,” James whispers.

    You shake your head at the pang that fills your heart when he says the word- friend. Lowering your head, you let a few tears drop before you speak softly, “Yeah, that’s the problem.”

    Your words are quiet, enough that James should not have heard them.

    But he did.

    “What do you mean ‘that’s the problem?” He questioned, “You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” Just thinking about not being with you causes dread to fill his heart. He doesn’t know if he could carry on with his life without you in it. You were one of his greatest friends and his life would be worthless if you were not there with him throughout it.

    You sigh and begin to hiccup on your sobs, becoming frustrated at James’ obliviousness. Unlocking the stall, you step out and rub the tears away from your face. James steps forward to grab your face between his hands, but you step back, away from his comforting hands.

    James’ face drops when you step back, saddened that you would ever move away from him. He slowly lowers his hands and looks down at them with his own tears threatening to rise. His stomach churns with nerves about what was going to happen next.

    “Why are you here, James?” You question, “Shouldn’t you be with Lily? I mean she is your girlfriend and the love of your life.” You practically spit out her name, venom clear in your tone.

    James eyes your red eyes and blotchy cheeks before he responds, “What? Why are we talking about Lily? I’m here because I’m worried about you.”
    You shake your head for what feels like the hundredth time before turning to wipe the fresh tears from your eyes, “You shouldn’t be, you have a girlfriend.”

    James, who is still utterly confused, speaks, “Why do you keep bringing up Lily? Do you have a problem with her?”

    You softly chuckle underneath your breath before replying, “Of course I have a problem with her.”

    James’ features turn to ones of shock and he speaks again, “What is it? Because if you have a problem with Lily, you have a problem with me.”
    Your heart drops again and tears begin to fall down your face and anger begins to erupt from your body, “Because I can’t stand the two of you together!” You are shouting at this point, broken and frustrated beyond repair.

    James, who is maddened by your answer, begins to shout as well, “If you can’t stand the thought of us together, then why are you even my friend? Why don’t you just leave and find new friends because you obviously can’t keep the ones you have.”

    “Because I’m in love with you!”

    Immediately after the words leave your mouth, you slap your hands over your lips as if they would prevent you from saying anything else. You knew that those six words had just ruined your friendship; they ruined everything that ever happened between them. Tears fell from your eyes once again and you let the realization that you and James would never be the same wash over you.

    James let out a gasp of shock and fell silent for a few moments before collecting his thoughts, “That must be too bad then, huh?”

    His words surprise you, and you turn to face him. He stands there with his uniform unkempt and his hair messy from running his hands through it so often. You run your eyes over his body to see if any part of him did not mean the words he had spoken, but when they reached his face, you knew he meant what he had said.

    “It’s too bad because I’m in love with Lily, not you,” James spits, “And if you can’t handle that, then maybe you should just leave.”

    He doesn’t know why he was being so harsh to one of the only people that he loved; all he knew was that he did not know what to feel. He did not know how to comprehend with all of the emotions that were swirling around him.

    So he left.

    He left the bathroom, turning around and walking out the door without another word.

    He left you standing in the middle of the pristine, white bathroom surrounded by your own tears and guilt.

    So you left too.

    But it was not the bathroom that you left.

    It was Hogwarts.

    It was your friends- your family.

    You left behind everything you knew.

    You left Peter.

    You left Remus.

    You left Sirius.

    You left James.

    Packing up as much as you could with tears falling from your eyes, you fled Hogwarts without another glance. You used your old Quidditch broom to fly to the closest train station, where you promptly took the closest train to you.

    You had no idea where you were going; all you knew was that you needed to get away.

    From everything.


    Sirius Black could not find you.

    He had practically searched the entire school for you. He had looked inside every classroom, courtyard, and common room. He had even gone to Hagrid’s place to see if you had gone to visit him.
    Yet he still could not find you.

    By this point he was worried beyond relief, frantically tearing through the hallways in a rush to find any one of his friends. He was hoping that would know where you were, after all, you never left without telling at least one of the boys where you were going.

    Rushing into the Gryffindor common room, he found a note sitting on the table in the center of the room. He moved his feet towards it, reading the envelope that was addressed to his name. He recognized the writing almost immediately.

    It was yours.

    He frantically ripped open the letter and his eyes hungrily read the letter before his eyes.

    Dear Sirius,

        I’m sorry.

    He read the first few words and already knew what you had done. You had talked about it before.

    Fleeing.

    Sirius fell back against the couch behind him. His eyes never left the letter in front of him and tears fell, soaking the page. The black ink began to smear because of the wet tears that continued to fall from his eyes.

    His friend- his sister - was gone.

    You were gone and he would never see you again.

    Sirius Black let the letter fall from his hands as he stared across the room, a blank look in his eyes. Tears fell from his brown eyes and his shirt began to become soaked by the constant waterfall of tears.

    After a few moments of sulking, Sirius stood and grabbed the letter between his hands. He gripped the parchment so hard that it began to crumple into a ball.

    Feeling vengeful, Sirius left the room, marching his way into James’ room. He was angry upset, feeling as though he needed some kind of release of anger to feel better.

    Sitting in the room was Peter, Remus, and James, each of them doing their own thing. The boys looked up when Sirius entered the room, surprised that his face was red and blotchy. Even with the tear tracks running down his face, it was clear that Sirius was furious. He marched over to James’ side, grabbing his shirt by the collar and pushing him against the wall.

    Remus and Peter stood, surprised by Sirius’ actions, immediately running to his side to pull him off of James, but Sirius did not budge.

    “This is your fault!” Sirius screeched, “She’s gone because of you, you vile bastard!”

    James, who was still pinned to the wall, looks surprised and shrinks back into the brown wall behind him.

    “What are you talking about?” James questions.

    His words only made Sirius more angry, so Sirius slammed James into the wall once more.

    From behind Sirius, Remus picked up the letter that fell from his hands. His eyes scanned the writing that was smeared haphazardly across the page. His heart fell when he read the entire letter, tears of his own falling.

    From behind him, Peter read the same letter over Remus’ shoulder. Even with his tough exterior and actions, Peter teared up as he read the letter.

    You were loved deeply by the Marauders, leaving an impact on each of them. They loved you as a friend, and as a sister. You were the one that helped Remus through his transformations, the one who bandaged his wounds after every full moon. You were the one that helped Peter study for tests, the one who encouraged him to keep going when he felt worthless. You were the one that stayed by their side through everything, the one they loved more than anything.

    Remus looked up first, his eyes zoning in on James. “How could you do this?” He whimpered.

    James looked up at Remus and Peter, his eyes full of confusion, “What do you mean?”

    Remus thrusted the letter into his face, his eyes swollen and red, “How could you chase her away?”

    James, who had been let down by Sirius, grabbed the letter and read each and every word with curiosity and guilt sitting in his stomach.

Dear Sirius,

        I’m sorry.

    I just couldn’t take it anymore; I had to leave.

    I’m so sorry that I had to leave you and the boys by yourselves, I hope you can get through the full moons together. Tell Peter that I’ll miss him and that he is worth it. Tell him that no matter how bad he feels about himself or what he has done, he is a good man and he will get through it. Tell him to think of me when he is sad. And Remus; tell Remus that I’ll miss him so much. Tell him that I’m sorry that he will have to bandage himself after he shifts. Tell him that I love him as a brother and that I hope he will finally gather up enough courage to talk to Tonks.

    And you. I love you so much, Sirius. You were one of my first friends and you were one of the best ones I could have ever wished for. I hope that you can forget about me after I’m gone. Don’t sulk too much, this is what I want. Remember that I love you, Sirius. And please do not kill James for what he did. I’m sure that he did not mean what he said.

    To James. If the boys ever let you read this letter, I’m sorry.

    I’m sorry for falling in love with you and I’m sorry for telling you. It was my fault that our relationship was ruined.

    I hope that you can forgive me,

    -Talon.

    James looked up as he finished reading the letter and set his eyes on the boys.

    “No,” James whimpered, “No, she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t leave.”

    Remus shook his head before looking down at the ground, “But she did.”

    James looked down at the letter before looking up at the ceiling with tears falling down his cheeks. He sniffed, trying not to let the tears fall, but it was useless. He felt the guilt settle in his chest as he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. James then buried his head in his hands and cried.

    They all did; they cried for you, their lost Marauder.


    Years later, you were living on your own in a small house in the middle of practically nowhere.

    You had been fine on your own, not having to worry about anyone but yourself.

    Until today.

    While you were cooking dinner, you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Brushing your hands on your apron, you picked your wand up to wave at the door. It unlocked and you called out for the person to come in.

    Turning to face the door, you were surprised to see Remus standing there with a solemn expression on his face.

“Moony?” You questioned. You had no idea how he had found you, but the fact that he did must have meant that something very important had happened.

He looked down at his hands before he spoke, “They’re gone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together before you asked Remus to repeat himself.

“They’re gone. All of them. Prongs, Wormtail, Padfoot. They’re all gone.”

And you collapsed.

Falling to your knees, you cried out in pain. You should have known that the Dark Lord would come for them. You should have known.

Large and heavy sobs escaped your lips as you cried out in agony. The worst pain imaginable had finally fell upon you. You let out a pained scream and pulled at the roots of your hair, “No, no, no, NO!” You repeated the words over and over again like a mantra, hoping that this was some kind of nightmare or joke.

Your body fell to the floor, collapsing into a heap as you cried. Remus quickly moved across the room and wrapped his arms around your broken form. He rocked you back and forth as the both of you cried for your fallen and lost friends.

“They are not dead, they are not dead,” You cried, hoping that your words would bring them back.

But they didn’t.

no more secrets / regulus black

requested by two lovely anons, i changed things a bit but i swear i meant well (also reader is a hufflepuff) love u xx

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You didn’t fancy it, not even in the slightest. Having to spend the entirety of your days watching couples and their incredulous PDA from afar as you walked through the dark corridors, only slightly illuminated by candles, cold fingers adjusting the mustard yellow scarf around your neck that kept you warm all day. It was bad enough you had to presence all their playful touches and passionate kisses without a care in the world when you couldn’t even hold your own boyfriend’s hands openly.

It was draining your energies, and worse, you had to watch him walking around the same halls pretending not to acknowledge your very existence, yet you knew you couldn’t complain - because you had agreed to it. He wasn’t disrespectful to you at all and his stares seemed to always follow your shadow, but the agreement consisted of pretending the other didn’t exist and you said yes to it. It was, after all, only to keep you safe from his mother. He had explained everything in solid details about how awful she had always been towards his brother and himself and how worse she had become when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor. She had this obsession with keeping the bloodline pure, said Regulus, she believed being a Black made you practically royal and he couldn’t even imagine what she would try to do if it ever come to her ears her sweet son was in love with a Hufflepuff.

However, even with all of that, he needed to keep seeing you, he wanted to be with you arduously but could never put you in danger, ever. So you had agreed to keep your relationship secretive, after all, Walburga had her eyes everywhere even at Hogwarts and it only took one scared soul to spill it out you’d been seeing each other. But you still did, it’d been one year since you’d meet every day in one of Hogwarts secret rooms and be together. It felt so good and so right to be next to him, he was kind and took such good care of you, it was hard to believe it wasn’t just a big dream, a really fantastic one. He’d often read to you, bring you gifts and just spoil you in every way possible, you’d drown in each other’s scents and tastes and the world would just stop turning. You had this incredible adoration for the other and he made you happy. All that hiding was for your own good. But it had you thinking further, was it going to last?

Where were you even going with it? Walburga would never just let Regulus make his own decisions after finishing Hogwarts, and would probably disinherit him if she was ever to find out. And eventually, his mother would find some girl at his level to betroth and you’d be all by yourself. Did he have plans for you or were you just a toy until his mother found someone for him?

Watching him from across the room, during a Potions class had you realising: there was no happy ending for you. You had been cultivating all this love for him when you knew it had to come to an end, for your sake. You stared at all his features as he quietly laughed at something his partner had just said, his black hair a little bit messier than his mother would like. The slippery hot tears sprinkled through your eyes as you tried to suppress all those feelings, you’d miss him - but to your surprise, his eyes fell on you and he saw you. He saw your tears and he saw you grabbing your ink pot to stop your hands from trembling. He saw you looking down and drying the silky teardrops with the fabric of your sleeves and he saw you tidying your table and the rest of the ingredients as you claimed to Professor Slughorn you didn’t feel well and were wondering if you could leave the classroom once you’d already finished the potion. He saw you when Slughorn nodded and you quietly disappeared, not leaving a trace behind except the faded ink on your fingertips and the smell of mandrake root and bicorn horns, that evaporated from the Pepperup potion you had been asserted to make, lingering in the air.

He excused himself from his partner and Professor and carefully followed you, he could heard the echoes of your whimpers and sobs across the empty large corridors and he felt his heart tighten at every little sound that escaped your lips. Had he done something? Had someone else hurt you? And at that thought, he forgot about all the carefulness he should take with the secret of your relationship and stopped caring about what his mother would do, and he ran after you, entering the kitchens corridor, he proceed to the shadowy stone recess on the right-hand side of the corridor, where your sobs followed to.

You were in front of the barrels which led to your common room, trying to concentrate to tap the barrels rhythmically and correctly, not to be drenched in vinegar by one of the lids who repelled non-Hufflepuffs, when your name was shouted closely from you.

The entrance to the Hufflepuff basement opened as you finished tapping the lids but a large hand caught your arm before you could enter the earthy passage, making you turn to face the person.

“(Y/N), are you okay? What’s wrong? Did someone harm you?” Regulus questioned as he held your face looking for bruises or any sign of harm, however, all he found was the tears slipping down your cheeks, your face coloured from the amount of crying you’d done since you left the dungeons used for potions classes, lips drenched by tears.

“Baby, what happened? You know you can tell me anything, don’t you? Talk to me, angel, use your words.” He tried to sooth you quietly, kissing your cheeks.

“Reg-, someone could see u-us.” You stuttered, looking through every inch of the corridor searching for any eyes.

“Don’t be silly, there’s not a soul in here and honestly, (YN), I don’t bloody care about any of that. I just want to know if you’re alright.” He replied pulling you to his chest, enlacing you with his arms, now safe and warm in his embrace.

You wanted to forget everything you’d thought until that moment and just be there with him, just calmly stay in his arms but you knew in your heart if you stood there, you’d back away and melt onto him like you had done many times. As you clutched the fabric of his robes and engulfed your face in his soft chest, his scarf covered in the Slytherin colours underneath you, you inhaled his intoxicating scent and repressed a sob. You didn’t deserve him, his mother was ought to be right.

“We need to break up.” You muttered, pushing yourself from him, using all your strength to do so.

“What?” He stuttered, the hurt in his face was too evident and it shattered your heart into tiny pieces, and his grip around you only tightened, as if he could stop you from leaving him. “You don’t mean that.” He mumbled, “Why would you-?” He muttered more to himself, the same tears so very familiar to him were now streaming down his face as well, the same tears who were there when Sirius ran away, the same droplets of remorse and emptiness of when his mother screamed and burned his name from the family tree. It was all too familiar, she was leaving him like his brother had done.

“Because you deserve more, Regulus, and this will go nowhere. Your mother will never aprove and I’m so, so tired of ignoring each other down the halls, it’s so tiring to hide us, to pretend this doesn’t exist, that we don’t exist. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it when your family finds a suitable pure-blood Slytherin for you and you finally realise that you’re better off without me.” You spilled, “I love you, I love you so much but I just can’t do this anymore, the only way for us to be together is if we stop hiding and if we do so your mother will most definitely disinherit you and I would never, ever, ask you to do that, so I’m breaking up with you. Because I don’t want to be a secret and you deserve better than a stupid Hufflepuff who decided falling in love with a Slytherin wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” You added smiling sadly at your own foolishness and he cried because yet again, his mother was taking the ones he loved the most from him.

“Do you seriously think I’m better off without you? (Y/N), you’re possibly the kindest gift the universe has ever given me and no ‘suitable pure-blood Slytherin’ will ever make me as happy as you do, so don’t you dare leave me like that, baby, you’re m'sweet girl. Please.” He breathed, “I’ll talk to my brother, he hates her just as much as I do, he can help us, I know he can. I don’t think she’ll actually disinherit me once she needs an heir and it’s not as if she’s swallowing her pride and taking Sirius back, but regardless of that, if she does, I’ll leave them and I’ll spend summers with my brother until I’m old enough to buy us a home, okay? Just please don’t leave, yeah? Don’t leave me.” He begged, kissing the tears that insisted on falling down your cheeks again.

“We’ll stop with all this secret bullshit and I’ll hold your hand and I’ll kiss you in front of everyone,” he said trailing his delightful kisses down to your neck as he softly pushed you to the closest wall, “I’ll tell every witch and every wizard that I love you and I dare my mother to try to do anything to you, I want to see her try to take you away from me.” Trailing his kisses slowly back to your lips, he kissed you as if he hadn’t seen you in years, the fear of never doing that again still palpitating his heart and sweating his hands. He embraced you in his arms like a shelter, and tangled his hands on your hair, pulling them ever so lightly not to hurt you in pure adoration and you, you kissed him back with all you had. Because even though the future was always uncertain and all the possible disapproval you’d face from his family, you knew you would be safe with him - and most importantly of all, you’d be happy with him.


A/N: I feel like the end sucked but I got too emotional over my baby Regulus and had to stop, hope you like this and remember likes, reblogs and feedback mean a lot to me, love u xx

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