but I started working on this last week and just finished it

Help me change my legal name + gender marker!

Hey folks, I’m in between jobs at the moment, and currently have no form of income in the meantime. I have enough saved up to last me until my next job starts. I would very sincerely appreciate any and all help I can get towards changing my legal name and gender marker.

A bit about me, I’m a 23 year old trans woman, I’ve had a letter from my doctor for a bit, but because I worked 44+ hours a week as a barista, I never actually got around to doing the whole name change/gender marker process. Now that I’m out a job, I think it’d be best to just try to finish this whole thing as quickly as possible, but I need some help.

In the state of MN, it costs $324 to change my name and gender marker, along with two witnesses who have known me for over a year to essentially back me up on whenever my court date ends up being. I have the two witnesses already, and I just need the money.

If you want to donate, you can donate to one of these two things: 

  1. Cash account at $rheaisawesome (rhea is awesome, for readability)
  2. My Paypal at paypal.me/rheahartford

Thank you for any amount of support you can offer, whether it’s donations or reblogs or whatever.

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MITSU’S TOP TEN ANIME OF 2016

Wow what a shit year! Not for anime, I mean, it was okay at worst. I think we’re definitely at the upward slope of the anime renaissance now, but still at the very start of it. It’s hard to think about that when most of what comes out (and is somehow popular) is just…the most generic shit. Well, I did the work for you. I weeded and trudged through some of the worst anime around and even some of my shit favorites to bring you the actual good, worth watching anime of the year.

Yeah, not everything you saw or want to see on this list is here, but you can check my foreword from last week that explains all that garbage. Links to each anime’s respective review will be on the titles (and added for those that just finished). Know that this list is pretty fluid. From 8 or 7 up, it’s all very much I loved them, but the higher up, the more I recommend anyone watch them.

10. Magical Girl Raising Project

Madoka was cool. I finally watched it this year and I was just as blown away by the psychological aspects as I expected to be. It just lacked that extra bite it needed to really scare my pants off. MGRP however, did indeed take a few years off of my life. I’m really in ruins right now since I can grab you by the shoulders and tell you now: you’ll like a lot of these characters and their thought out designs and personalities, but don’t get attached, cus ALMOST ALL OF THEM DIE.

I have to put MGRP on this list because aside from its fun and original designs, awesome interactions, cool-ass premise and execution (sometimes literally), it had some amazing rewatch value. I watched this anime three times, which is a lot to do in one year. I just had to watch people’s reactions and seeing stuff hidden in the background and revisiting some foreshadowing was so much fun. Definitely worth a watch and I’ll cover more about it in my upcoming review.

9. Orange

Regrets, like I have over not putting Kekkai Sensen into last year’s list, are the main theme of Orange. Buried under the shoujo themes of romance, high school, and angst, lies the actual regret: letting a friend kill himself. The main story unfolds itself very slowly as the group of friends discover that is what they must prevent, but it’s done in a realistic way. The signs of depression and suicide are so jokingly cast aside; it’s no wonder people miss it before it’s too late.

The climax of this story was heart-pounding and gut-wrenching. You find yourself rooting so hard for there to be success, to save someone who may not want to be saved, but must be saved. It might also make you pay closer attention to those around you. It’s an important anime to watch. If you do want one with a little less romantic emphasis though, I recommend you see Colorful instead (or also!).

8. Sweetness and Lightning

I need to marry someone who can cook. It doesn’t have to be a five-star chef, though I wouldn’t complain if it were the case, but Sweetness and Lightning reignited my need to be fed well. The show is about how food brings family and friends together. Aside from the great character interactions, well written children characters, and for god’s sake, the beautiful, perfect looking food, this anime was so pure in the amount of love put into it.

The food tops even some shown in Shokugaki no Soma, purely cus it’s doable for someone with a low skill level (like me), the meals are made for picky eaters (like me), and there’s not a ridiculously emphasis put on the orgasmic nature of food. That’s a thing that Shokugeki no Soma and even Koufuku Graffiti used stylistically in a comedic manner, but it doesn’t fit in Sweetness and Lightning for good reason. This show is accessible in that way, making it easier to show to someone who might want to try anime, but doesn’t want all the sexy fanservice.

7.Drifters

Kick-ass and Metal come to mind when Drifters is mentioned. I love Kohta Hirano’s previous work, Hellsing, a lot. It was a massive gore and blood fest with a sprinkling of comedy in the mix. This is a war and gore fest with a, not a sprinkling of comedy, but more like Hirano accidentally knocked the bottle of comedy over when he was checking on the oven directly into said mix. It’s really funny, but also really awesome. I have a lot to say about it in my review, but I think a dog fight with dragons involved kind of state my case for me. Also Elves, Dwarves and other Tolkien demihumans and monsters abound. It’s fun.

The animation is also gorgeous, especially that stylized, graphic novel looking opening theme with the rock anthem “Gospel of the Throttle” making you “NA NA NA NA NA NA” along with the characters every opening. It’s an excellent show to watch with friends or get yourself pumped. Returning sometime next year!

6. Kuromukuro

How can something be so trope-y, yet so damn enjoyable? Kuromukuro isn’t an original concept, but is done in an original way. The samurai trapped in a machine for 500 years is the new exchange student. The reluctant heroine needs to board the mecha to fight the alien threat. The school festival has been compromised by an alien mecha entering the atmosphere. This anime is funny, but it’s also emotional and holds a much wider scope than I ever could have expected. P.A. Works has been putting out some good contenders in the last few years, and with their lovely art style and well-balanced budget, they were able to pull off this massive mech story in an engaging and entertaining way.

I applaud the cast for one of the best ensembles on this list, bringing forth some of the best and most memorable character chemistry of the season, and some hilarious situational humor. I also cried a little near the end, but honestly, a lot of anime on this list did that to me this year.

5. My Hero Academia

Shonen anime is such a delight now, always a favorite of mine as a kid, but not as firmly as now. I love the underdogs; I love the over the top villains; I love the powers, the fights, and the yelling to infinity. It’s just so exciting and blood pumping, and MHA made it so refreshing with such an interesting spin. These characters are children, inexperienced, with quirks that may or may not be useful. I love Deku because his anxieties and general feelings of being less than everyone else not only make it exciting to see him overcome them, but to use them to keep his head and ego from getting over inflated like some shonen protagonists. Bakugo is such a good foil to him, showing where this could be a major weakness to a shonen protagonist.

Also it’s coming back with THE TOURNAMENT ARC, and if you’re like me and haven’t started the manga yet, DO IT! You won’t regret it! I’m more than excited to see more of this awesome anime in action.

4. Flip Flappers

This anime, wow this anime. I’m so upset not more people are talking about it, but have you seen this delight for the senses? I’m looking forward to reviewing it now just because my jaw is still kinda on the floor. Beautiful animation, a crazy cool style, and some of the best nonsense in magical-girl but not really fight scenes I’ve seen in a while. This anime reminds me of something, but I can’t quite put my thumb on it. I do know it’s like an amalgamation of my editor’s anime “TYPE” so you’ll see more about that in the review.

But good lord did I love the heart of this show. The pure romance, the exciting battles, the trippy psychological horror. Let me just say, that one episode (the Maria Watches Over Us “GOKIGENYO”), probably has scarred me for life, but I love it. It’s just so different and good. It deserves a watch, just for how delighted your eyes will be.

3. Erased (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi)

I love a story that can get you emotionally invested and cheering for or yelling at the character who you don’t have any control over. Erased was paced beautifully (though some might disagree due to the slight differences in adaptation), and its animation only made every silent, tender moment more enjoyable to look at before the lighting and mood would change and the feeling of bloodlust would stain the air. That’s how you write suspense.

I’m a little annoyed because apparently some other people were reading some character motivations “differently,” (looking at you crunchyroll), but I think it’s safe to say this doesn’t cross the line into romance, at all, and stays a thriller about growing up in a life-threatening situation.

2. Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu

I love the theatre, and I love comedy and storytelling. This anime manages to hit both of these points while showcasing some of the best animation I’ve ever seen. On top of the animation, there’s good directing, and supporting that is a great soundtrack. The story is vast and covers several characters’ lives over several decades surrounding World War 2.

The rakugo, though, is what makes the story. It’s not the first anime to touch on this topic, but it’s the first to do so in such an interesting way. It was very refreshing compared to a lot of titles on this list (though many of them are refreshing ideas!) with its originality. It’s heartfelt, it’s serious, it’s funny, but it also makes me want to cry. If it weren’t for the top spot being so hype as hell and generally a weekly freak-out among me and my friends, this would have been number one.

1. Mob Psycho 100
What can I say about Mob Psycho that hasn’t already been said? Its opening is gold, its animation is unique and interesting, its writing, directing, and characters are all praise-worthy. It is just hands down the best anime of the year. You may be thinking, “but Mitsu, One Punch Man was number one LAST YEAR. Isn’t Mob a little overhyped?”

No. Sit down and shut up. One is probably one of the best writers on the scene right now and is doing a lot better at writing genuinely empathetic characters and commentary on modern anime genres and tropes than most of the big budget barf fests. I think the “overhyped” talk is nonsense when it comes to mob. It genuinely does some interesting and groundbreaking work. That’s why it’s not only on this list, but number one. It never moved an inch since I decided it should be on the list.

Everything I’ve said has BEEN said by several really good reviewers and critics out there and you should definitely check out what they have to say about it too, because honestly, they’re a lot better than I am. I like Mob Psycho, I like One Punch Man, but I like Mob more. I’m so delighted that One Punch Man will be returning shortly and I only wish for Mob to also share the spotlight, as it deserves.

the plan for 2017 :

  • getting my laptop back (repair shop says they still need 2 or 3 more weeks to get the part delivered, what the fuck. dear god, never again)
  • finishing a playable alpha release of Legacy, that idle-ish browser-based Civ-like i’ve been making; expect scavenging and hunting, building, scouting, crafting, maybe barbarians/wild beast attacks and agriculture, but no interaction with other civs just yet
  • getting back into Cookie Clicker, i’d really like to add at least a couple of the minigames i’ve been hinting at
  • procrastination targets when i don’t feel like working on those 2 big things : Nested 2, Idle Game Maker, some evolution WebGL game i started last year and more NodeJS experiments

not promising any of this for sure, but i know i’ll be disappointed in myself if i don’t accomplish most of it. have a nice 2017, everyone

just a little update

thanks to all the delays we ran into with the comic pages (like my internet being gone for almost a week), we’ve been working like women possessed to make up for lost drawing time. in order to finish the art on time, we had to delay things like answering asks. don’t worry, though – we have not forgotten about you! our first priority is to make sure comic pages come out on time and that coffee art gets done asap.

speaking of coffee art, you can see here that most of it is almost done! all that’s left for the last three is for minty to do the finishing touches. we’ve been getting two completely finished per week since we started this thing – on top of two entire pages per week – so i think we’re making good time.

anyway, thanks for your patience, everyone! 

Last week was crazy busy, but since I’m on break this week this is gonna be a long post! I’ve put a ‘read more’ break so it won’t clog up people’s dashes. Enjoy!

Also, just a reminder that I’ve changed my URL from ‘treasurecastiel’ to this current one. Please tag accordingly!

There are so many great fics out there that need to be recognized! If you find something you like on this list, be sure to show it the appreciation it deserves with likes, reblogs, and messages to the author! I hope you can find something to enjoy, and remember that if you’d like me to see your work, be sure to tag me in it!

Just a reminder that no all/mostly smut fics will be added. If they’re part of a series I will link non-smut parts.

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Pilot

In 2001, after September 11th, I was trying to build a decorative wooden box/cabinet thing, using just hand tools. I’d started it several days before the events, and I was determined to finish, regardless. Predictably, it was a disaster; the box had no structural integrity, and the slip of a chisel left me with a deep wound (now a scar) at the base of my left palm. Weeks later, a good friend and I were commiserating about our general incompetence, right in that aftermath, and he said, “That’s the public art, the memorial we need: just a huge pile of things people were trying to do.” In that spirit, here’s a piece I started a week or so prior to last Tuesday. It was intended to be short and ultimately sweet (similar in feel to Hotel). But like that futile box, it has no structural integrity; you’ll no doubt get an idea of how it’s meant to work, but it just doesn’t. It lurches around, overwritten, underwritten… I decided to finish it (or “finish” it) anyway, because: here is what I was trying to do. I haven’t forgotten about other stories, but it seemed better to take it out on this instead. Three parts: this today, second tomorrow, third on Wednesday. P.S. This story, despite its being about a pilot, has nothing to do with Sept. 11. I’m just marking a similarity in my own emotional state.

Pilot

“Double whiskey and soda.”

The words are clipped and low. Helena Wells is not surprised by that drink order, for the person issuing it is a pilot. That the whiskey-and-soda pilot is in this case a woman is slightly unusual, but most people, Helena has noted in her relatively short career thus far as a bartender, do drink according to position, not gender. She places an ice cube in a tumbler, fills the tumbler with the bar’s well bourbon, adds a brief spray of soda, and places it in front of the pilot, whose eyes have followed Helena as she assembled the drink. Her gaze now meets Helena’s in cool appraisal.

Helena has not seen this pilot before. She’s seen this look, however; all pilots seem to know it and use it. Flight attendants do not. Flight attendants deploy smiles that do not reach their eyes.

Helena is becoming familiar with the looks proffered by flight attendants and pilots because the establishment whose bar she began to tend not long ago is located near both an airport and a hotel where flight crews are customarily housed. The hotel does not have a bar of its own, a fact for which Helena is grateful: she is also becoming familiar with the fact that people who travel for a living tend to tip well.

This pilot bears out that tendency: she finishes her drink, drops a ten and two fives on the bar. The ice cube remains, largely unmelted, in the glass. She says, “Thanks.” Then she stands and walks away, away and out, nodding to a flight attendant as she leaves.

She’s tall, this pilot.

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anon ennotana request

this is the last one I’ll be posting today. Hopefully it won’t take me ten million years to finish the last few requests, haha..

after the third years leave, ennoshita is the captain and tanaka is the vice-captain and ace of the team. dorks with responsibilities oh hell no

rating: T (for language)
wordcount: ~ 3.9K
prompt: “I could… well, I mean… I could give you a massage?”


“Do you really have to get in so early?” Ennoshita demanded. Tanaka had been waiting for him, outside the club room, long before practice started – again.

Tanaka scowled at him. “Of course I do,” he replied. “I haven’t had a gym to practice in for weeks. I’m getting out of shape. I gotta work harder.”

“Work harder at the same time as everyone else,” Ennoshita said. “I can’t get up super early just to let you in.”

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I really hope you guys had better 2017 start then I did.

As my status updates lately got very random a bit of summary.

Start of January my tablet broke and needed a couple of weeks to get a new one for working. Followed the recent heavy flu which lasted 2 weeks and really kicked me out of routine as I was mainly tied to bed, recovering.

Just as I could get out of it and finish the job I was already super late with my hard drive crashed without warning and lost everything. All settings, saves, bookmarks (because Chrome email synced bookmarks are crap and won’t function the way it should). With my computer upgrade hard drive was the only one I had no funds to change but then they not shown troubles and were stable before. 

I am super late with commissions, work and pretty much everything, I lost about 2 months of set up schedule and plans. As I set back up everything I will sit on commissions and properly finally reply most of my emails and messages which I could not before. Everything is a mess and I really hope this bad luck route is finally over and can catch my breath, rid of the stress and catch up with all.

Today, I fucked up... by calling my newborn daughter a retard

This actually happened less than 5 minutes ago.

My daughter was born last week, 10 weeks early. My wife and I have settled into a routine of visiting the NICU every morning. Because I already work remotely, I just use the wifi at the hospital.

Between lack of sleep and too much reddit, I’m starting to get a little foggy brained.

While my wife was reading some children’s book to our daughter, I hear her say “You like that?”

Without thinking, I finish the sentence with “You fucking retard?”

Even the nurse in the room felt the look of death.

Check out more TIFUs: Internet`s best fuck ups are here.

The Last Dance | Ch. 1 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary:Dance has always been your passion and when the chance to actually work at an entertainment company came around, you didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. And so you became one of Bighit’s new choreographer/dancer. It didn’t take long for you to get to know the members of BTS and get close to the dance line. But one day you realized that what you felt for one of them was much more than what you thought and a lot stronger…but it was already too late. What you thought would always be there started fading…

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Word count: 1882

A/N: Hi guys~ ^^ Surprise!~ Yeah…a new one. I know this goes against my promise of not posting another fic until I finish “Oath” but since I’ve had this one written for a while and didn’t manage to write anything for “Oath” this week, I decided to just post this one in the meantime. I will do my best to update “Oath” as soon as possible, it’s just hard for me to find the time at the moment. T^T It’s so frustrating istg. I want to write but can’t. OTL Please enjoy this first chapter and let me know what you guys think~ 

(I really hope you like it and I’m sorry for not updating “Oath” T^T)

The late hours of the night were covering the city in darkness. The lights coming from the flats that sparkled throughout the city like stars in the sky were now going off, one by one. It was close to midnight already, the time most people went to sleep. The silence made everything seem peaceful. But even in this picture, there was one place that was not following the same pattern. Somewhere in a room without windows lights were still shining brightly as loud music was hitting the walls in continuous waves.

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COMMISSION UPDATE

Hey guys! I GOT MY FRIKKIN COMPUTER AND TABLET BACK UP AND RUNNING THIS WEEK! I’m SUPER EXCITED! 

I’m finishing up the last few pieces in my traditional queue (thank you for everyone who got traditional commissions, BTW. It really helped in the interim!) Starting on MONDAY (2/27) I will be back to working on commissions and streaming them!

For the next two weeks, I’ll be streaming Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays beginning around 1 pm EST. (these will also be going late for people who can’t watch during the day!) I might do some spotted streaming during the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays as well, but I will be taking breaks over the weekend. 

I’m going to finish the pieces of people who have already paid first. For everyone else waiting on the queue, I will be sending you invoices (and hopefully WIPs) sometime early next week. 

Just so everyone knows where things are standing! Thank you guys so much for your patience during this weird time for me! 

A Walking Paradox (Michael/4)

On Tuesday June 14 @0kbutmichaelclifford and @jigglypufftribe held a Hogwarts!5sos Blurb Night. Unfortunately I had a Psychology exam that week and no time to start a queue for it, yay me! However, I was inspired by it and today I’ve finished writing the first idea that came to mind. Please enjoy the 2k of Hogwarts!Michael below!

1. Platform 9 ¾

Fully aware of the fact that King’s Cross Station will be crawling with tourists on a last-minute city trip to London and bustling with businesspeople rushing to attend their important meetings, you leave early for Platform 9 ¾. You’ve agreed on meeting your friends at 10.50 AM and you still want to finish your book before they start ranting about all their adventures this summer.

It’s just past 10.20 AM when you roll your cart through the seemingly solid brick wall and find yourself on the wizard’s platform. It’s quiet, only the occassional Prefect and this year’s Head Boy and Head Girl already there. You find your usual compartment on the Hogwarts Express, stowing your trunk in the overhead compartment, and smile when you notice the initials you and your friends had inked into the little table. Seems like the magic marker used at the end of the previous semester really was as permanent as it promised to be.

Knowing that your friends will surely be quite a bit later than the agreed 10.50 AM, you grab your book and step back out onto the platform, finding somewhere to sit and quietly read. (Much like you’d expected, your group of friends are some of the very last people to arrive. The lot of them are chattering and laughing, hugging and squealing in excitement when catching up with each other.)

You’re found by your best friend, seemingly still engrossed in your story. She knows you better than that though, and upon closer inspection notices that your eyes keep flitting away from the paper and flying over the crowd that’s slowly gathered before you. You start biting your lip when you finally fixate on something. Your friend smirks a little when she sees what, or rather who, is holding your attention.

Michael Clifford, a Sixth Year like yourself, is standing a little bit away. The Slytherin is surrounded by his three best friends (2 of Gryffindor’s finest and one of his fellow Slytherins) and his cat’s curled around his neck and shoulders. You’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him, though you’d rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than admit it.

Clifford’s a sight to behold: he’s wearing his usual attire, and while it’s no longer uncommon to see wizards dressed in Muggle clothing, he stands out. He’s wearing black skinny jeans with colorful patches haphazardly sewn over the legs (tight enough that you could swear the jeans were painted on), a black faded and torn jean jacket (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos curling around his forearm) and a plain black t-shirt. The all-black ensemble looks great against his fair skin and green-and-silver hair.

You squeak, a flush crawling all over your face and up to the roots of your hair, when his eyes fly over you and your friend. You know there’s no chance that Michael Clifford was looking at you, a mousy Ravenclaw, but you’re mortified enough as it without being caught staring.

Your friend giggles when you start dragging her to the train, leaving your other friends to follow, and winks when Michael raises a curious eyebrow at your back when you pass him by.

2. Hallowe’en Detention

October has been unusually kind to the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year: it’s been warm and sunny up until the very end and it seems as though the weather’s not changing anytime soon. Tomorrow’s a Hogsmeade weekend and knowing your friends, you’ll be going out as soon as the Professors allow you to and you won’t be getting back until you absolutely have to.

Curse you for befriending not one, but several adventurous Gryffindors (bloody energetic lot of them).

You realize that there’s not a single chance that you’ll get to finish the impromptu History of Magic essay Professor Binns sprung on you if you don’t start it now and thus, despite the Hallowe’en Feast happening in the Great Hall, you make your way up to the library. You’d convinced some of the house-elves to pack you some food in a picnic basket and shrinking the basket, you plan on sneaking the food past the librarian.

The library is empty when you push open the heavy doors, no librarian in sight, and you find yourself an empty desk in the farthest corner of the room. You’re mostly hidden from sight (you don’t want to be caught eating in there), but you’ve still got a clear view of the doors. Nibbling on some pumpkin pastries, you start working on the 4-foot-long essay.

The whole table soon gets cluttered with discarded feathers, spare bottles of ink and copious amounts of spare parchment. Towers of books are surrounding you and the only sound that’s heard is the furious scribbling of your feather on the scroll in front of you. It comes as a total surprise when the doors to the library fly open.

Hogwarts’ caretaker stomps inside, dragging a boy behind him by his ear. The boy whines about it hurting, the whole thing being rather amusing as it comes from a person well over six feet tall.

“You think this is funny?” The caretaker growls at the unidentified boy. “Creating not only a swamp in the entrance hall, but also filling it with Grindylows?”

The boy mutters, clearly not finding it as funny now in the face of punishment, but you’re impressed. That’s some level of magic skills, not to mention patience! Getting your hands on multiple Grindylows? Talk about commitment

The boy’s gotten himself out of the grip of the caretaker, disgruntledly rubbing his sore ear and rolling his eyes when the older man takes away the boy’s wand and threatens to keep him inside the castle for the rest of the boy’s Hogwarts career if the returned books are not put back in their proper place when he gets back from the Feast. The boy eyes the cart the books are in and whines anew.

“There’s got to be at least a hundred books in there and I’m hungryyyyy…” The boy moans. “You can’t keep me away from dinner. That’s child abuse!”

“Shut up, boy,” The caretaker warns. “And get started if you want to ever again feel the fresh Scottish winds blowing through that ridiculous hair of yours!”

The old man slams the doors shut with an almighty bang and the boy starts cursing. You hear him mumble something about Peeves the Poltergeist and a quest for revenge, before he promptly drops the large volume he’s holding on his foot. He curses again and you stifle your laugh.

The boy rights his back and the sudden beam of moonlight catches his face. He gives a girly shriek (‘Excuse you, but that was a very manly shout, thank you very much!’) when the light reflects in your eyes and your breath hitches when you recognize the boy.

The green-and-silver hair, the usually-emerald-but-now-turned-silver-in-the-lighting eyes, the dark ink decorating the bared skin of his forearms… Michael Clifford was the apparent culprit. (You’re not entirely sure why you’re surprised by that denouement: Michael and his friends aren’t exactly what you’d call innocent little angels.)

Worst of all, he seems to recognize you as well. He cocks his head to the side a little in what appears to be confusion.

“Little Rowena Ravenclaw,” He eventually says. You groan internally when you’re reminded of your ancestor. It appears as though that’s the one thing everyone can focus on when talking to you for the first time. “Now what are you doing here on a night like this?”

You gesture to the books surrounding you. “Being little Rowena Ravenclaw?” You say sarcastically. (What? Just because you’re a little shy, doesn’t mean you’ve got no backbone.)

“Tonight?” He seems curious, coming a little closer. “You do realize it’s Hallowe’en, tonight? And there’s a glorious feast being served in the Great Hall?”

You don’t do it often, but you do it now: you smirk. “I know,” You whisper mischievously, beckoning him a little closer and showing him the basket hidden under your desk. “I got first pick.”

He moans when he sinks his teeth in the pumpkin pastry you hand him, patting his stomach contently and taking a seat in the chair opposite yours. “What are you working on?” He asks between big gulps of the juice the elves had packed you.

“Binns’ essay,” You groan. “Idiot assigns a four-foot-long essay the day before a Hogsmeade weekend…”

Michael nods sympathetically. “Calum said something about that. Pretty sure he won’t complete it or force me to write it, but hey: at least this time he remembered the homework! Progress!”

The both of you laugh a little, before calming down again. Then something dawns on you.

“Wait, Calum forces you to write his?” Michael nods. “So you’re good at this?”

Michael shrugs. “I have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I read History of Magic when I can’t doze off. Works like a charm, no pun intended: stupid shit bores you right to sleep!”

You grin a little. “Have you, by any chance, already read the chapter on the Giant Wars?”

“Why? Little Rowena Ravenclaw about to make me do her dirty work?” He winks and you shrug bashfully.

“I’ll write it, I promise,” You assure him. “I just don’t feel like reading through the entire chapter…”

“Can’t blame you.” He grins. “Sure, I’ll help. ‘S not like that old bat can actually keep me inside for forever if those books don’t find their way back to their shelves.”

You raise an eyebrow at him before whipping out your wand. Michael’s eyes widen and he lets out a surprised laugh. “Why would he?” And you wave your wand at the cart. The books start flying through the air as you and Michael get to work.

(A couple of hours later, your sides hurt from laughing as much as you did and your friends grow steadily frustrated when you refuse to spill why you practically floated all the way up to Ravenclaw Tower. Their curiosity worsens when the First Year who’d come in with you tells them that he had to help you solve the riddle the bronze eagle guarding the entrance to the Common Room had given you.)

3. Before Winter Break

The night of the Hallowe’en Feast has changed things for you. It’s no longer rare to suddenly find someone else in whatever deserted corner of the library you happen to be inhabiting. You’ve turned it into somewhat of a game: will he find you? How long will it take him?

(Spoiler alert: yes, he’ll find you. Another spoiler: it won’t take him long.)

It still startles you however, when you suddenly find yourself being jostled out of the story you were reading. His hair’s red now and he’s got tiny little Christmas ornaments hanging from the piercings in his ears. He’s also wearing the world’s ugliest sweater and a pair of reindeer antlers are planted on his head. (It takes a lot to convince yourself that no, that wasn’t a whimper of longing and adoration fighting its way up your throat, but merely the beginning of a cold. It’s been going around the Common Room, okay?)

You wonder what Michael’s doing here; the semester is over and most people are getting ready to go home the next day to spend Christmas with their families. Shouldn’t he be spending his time wreaking havoc and causing mayhem before leaving the caretaker to deal with it? Shouldn’t he be spending time with his friends before they’re split up for three weeks?

He shrugs when you ask him. “Pretty sure I’ll find them in my kitchen first thing tomorrow, forcing my mum to make them her special pancakes she usually saves just for me.” You laugh a little at his extensive eye rolling. “Besides, I’d rather spend tonight with you…”

You flush, because Michael Clifford would rather sit with the shy Ravenclaw in an all-but-deserted library on a musty, lumpy couch than cause mischief? That’s not something one sees every day…

“You’re weird, Clifford.” You shake your head and he shrugs. He winks, too. “Also, I’m sure the caretaker will be positively heartbroken by the lack of a Christmas present…”

Michael laughs. A bit too loudly, but you’re prepared to glare at the librarian until all hell freezes over and You-Know-Who rises from the grave if she dares to shush him. A sound so joyful shouldn’t be shushed in your (honest, but totally unbiased) opinion.

“He shouldn’t worry,” Michael whispers conspiratorially. “I didn’t forget him. No use asking me; I don’t want anyone to spoil his surprise.”

You whine a little, but Michael won’t budge. He does however, advice you to stay away from the Christmas baubles in the Great Hall. (“Highly unstable,” He pretends to be offended. “Flitwick’s wand work isn’t what it used to be.”)

Your eyes widen, but you decide to not ask. If you don’t know, you can’t be blamed for it.

“What’s with the festive attire?” You’ve put your book in your bag and when you’re settled in a more comfortable position, he’s pulling at a loose thread hanging from his sweater.

“Christmas is my favorite time of year. We Cliffords go all out for it.” His cheeks turn an adorable pinkish color and you’re careful to keep the cooing sounds struggling to escape, inside. Instead you shake your head.

“You’re a walking paradox, Michael Clifford.” He moves his hand in a way that asks you to elaborate before he drops his head in your lap and closes his eyes. (You think he’s beautiful in that moment, but you’re careful to keep that dangerous thought to yourself.)

“You’re pureblooded as far as one can trace back the Clifford-family tree, yet you’re the biggest Muggles’ rights activist anyone will ever meet. You can’t make it through a single one of Professor Binns’ History of Magic lectures without falling asleep, yet you’re the only one in the whole entire year who’s ever read Hogwarts: A History. You cast spells, spells that tend to trouble Aurors when altering their appearances for undercover work, to dye your hair shocking colors. You have piercings, which by the way are an unusual thing for a wizard to have, and tattoos, yet the love of your life seems to be your almost-fully-grown cat…”

Michael sputters, interrupting you, and one green eye glares at you. “She’s just a tiny baby kitten, Y/N. I need to show her love and affection or she’ll become some roguelike creature.”

“You’ve had Voodoo for over a year, Michael.” You grin. “Face it: the kitten is gone.”

Michael grumbles and you continue. “You’re a Slytherin through and through, yet Calum and Ashton are two of your best friends and they’re both Gryffindors. You’re tough as nails and scare the shit out of all the younger students, and most of the older ones too, yet you’re practically purring in my lap right now.”

Michael smirks and nudges his head against your stomach, closely resembling a cat asking to have its head petted. (You indulge him. You can’t help it: he’s Michael Clifford. Anyone who wants to make a big deal out of it, can piss off.)

The two of you end up sitting on that musty, lumpy couch until the librarian shoos the both of you out, shaking her head at your silliness.

(For the first time in probably forever she catches herself not reprimanding a student for not being quiet in her beloved library. She sees the way you look at him and she understands.)

The loud-mouthed prankster and the shy bookworm.

The center of attention wherever he goes and the frail wallflower blooming in his rays of sunshine.

Him, the all-consuming force of nature, and you, the inevitable casualty that comes with his aftermath.

A walking paradox…

A/N: First piece of writing in months… I’m actually really insecure about it?! I liked the idea when it first came to me, but I’m not totally sold on the final result?! Please let me know if you liked it and whether or not I should bother writing the other Hogwarts!5SOS-blurb sketches I’ve got?

Okay so, maybe you already recognized that I didn’t answer asks the last days. This has a simple reason:
I’m working on new sprites for over a week now (was a bit lazy and occupied lol) and I really want to answer these asks I have with the new sprites. Especially the “one week with..” thing I got from @diabolik-naraki ^w^

I hope I can finish them the next days. I’m already very proud x3

Another thing is that I want to finish all the writings I’ve started. I really need to finish them :’D will do that the next days as well. And there’s also my JunxRuki blog @diabolik-junki that needs more input…

So I hope you don’t mind that I don’t post much at the moment. There’s a lot to do and the day has only 24 hours, sadly.. and I’m like a cat or a dog and need a damn lot of sleep :3

Please be patient with me just a bit longer! Thank you x3

Sneak peek of the sprites under the cut if you want to see

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SonAmy Week - Childhood

Hoooooooookay, its finally done. This fic is the death of me and its the first thing I worked on before SonAmy Week started but I hadn’t finished it until now. I know I’ll make another post about this whole week once midnight in my time zone comes, but I want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has taken part in SonAmy Week – literally, every single one of you are amazing and unbelievably talented! The amount of art & fanfictions I’ve seen have made my every day this week. I know that this years SonAmy Week hasn’t been as popular as last years but the fact being that you all still wanted to be apart of it has made me so humble. Making SonAmy Week a thing was a good idea after all, seriously you have no idea how happy this makes me feel. Just thank you for making this a once a year thing. <3

Anyway, I’ll stop my rambling xD Here’s my contribution to the last day of a wonderful week.

Prompt: “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar” AU


Sonic had never been much of a socializer

It wasn’t that he was antisocial he just never went out of his way to go to social gatherings, despite his laid back attitude and the fact he got along with anyone he spoke too. He just didn’t like being trapped in a tight coffee store where being close to a stranger meant touching their shoulder. He much preferred being by himself within his personal space and nothing else. In this case he had no choice.

He felt so awkward. Peachy, he thought to himself while watching Tails poking Kunckles’ shoulder to get his attention. The reason for their visit was because it started raining as the three friends were walking home. The rain started when they got one mile down the street and this coffee shop was the only shelter available as the other stores had closed by then. They ran across the road, Sonic getting there the quickest and stumbling inside like a drunk with two left feet.

That’s just it. You’re nervous…No. He wasn’t nervous. Just…okay.

So if he wasn’t nervous, then what was that jittery feeling clawing in the pit of his stomach that made him feel uncomfortable?

Hello, I’m Sonic. I’m supposed to feel agitated and fidgety. It’s just who I am.

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i got home late last night and thought exporting a 30 minute video wouldnt be too bad. it was rly bad. i set my alarm for every hour on the hour throughout the night to check on the rendering status and it kept freezing up but i finally just started the whole damn thing (rip to 2 weeks of work) over at 6am and finished it by 11. now it’s done and i am done and free and paid and free

and i sent it to my boss & he just left a voicemail saying that he’s crying bc i did such a good job and that he appreciates mE 

for something i completely fucked up on!! guess tthe black cat that crossed my path twice this week wont get the last laugh this time