but at least they move

I wrote this on my phone when I was stuck somewhere for a few hours… thinking about how Draco and Harry are both likely a bit touch-starved and how a relationship could evolve between them based solely on a growing comfort with one another’s touch, comfort evolving into desire…

add it to the endless list of other drarry story ideas I have


Draco wasn’t sure what prompted him to do it.

He had been sitting on one on the small couches, being there mostly, while the party happened around him. He had been nursing the same glass of fire whiskey since the start and was being a good sport, in the hopes that this whole interhouse cooperation thing would extend beyond the confines of this eighth year common room.

Potter collapsed into the couch next to him, sweat beading his brow and making his hair stick to his forehead. He was breathless and glowing from dancing in the center of the room with everyone else. Although calling it ‘dancing’ was a bit generous since it mostly involved jumping and bouncing along to the beat. Probably for the best since Potter hadn’t shown much talent in the way of anything more complicated.

Potter dropped his head back with a happy, tired sigh. A bead of sweat slipped down the curve of his jaw along the taunt tendon lines of his neck. Potter idily reached up to wipe it away before it could come to rest atop his collarbone.

Draco pulled his eyes away suppressing a tsk of disappointment. He wasn’t even sure if Potter knew or cared who he was sitting beside. Draco glanced down where Potter’s hand rested between them, fingers splayed and loosely gripping the edge of the frayed cushion. He glanced over at Potter again, whose eyes were still shut, his breathing gradually slowing from its original frenetic pace.

Draco looked back at everyone dancing, jumping and swaying, the music loud enough to feel on his skin. Soon, Potter would rejoin them or leave for another drink and it would be nothing all over again.

He glanced down, letting his hand slip off his thigh. His fingers brushed lightly over Potter’s, along his middle finger. He expected Potter to jerk his hand away, to move it at the very least, but he stayed and Draco felt emboldened. He traced between Potter’s fingers, mapping the fingers and the delicate webbing between them. He pressed his thumb over the ridge of each knuckle, up the narrow lines of tendons to his wrist.

Draco looked up and Potter was watching him with an expression so focused and intense Draco found himself shivering. He felt Potter’s hand move, turning over, his fingers loosely curling around Draco’s hand. Potter bit his lip, holding Draco’s hand just a little tighter.

Draco let out the breath he had been holding and squeezed back.

Tamlen doesn’t struggle much with heights, but tight spaces and crowds really aren’t his thing. He can cope with both, if he has to, but he won’t be very happy about it. His worst fear though in terms of phobias is drowning, caused by an incident a few years back where in fact he almost drowned. Familiar bodies of water he knows, such as the lake he and his cousins often went to as kids, aren’t a problem, also small clear streams where he can see where he’s stepping are okay. He’d definitely enjoy a swim in those a lot.

The ocean is tricky… He was initially very scared of crossing the Waking Sea by boat to get to the south, but it was the fastest and most secure way at the time. His aunt gave him something to battle any seasickness, and he ended up being fine pretending that he was in an aravel, not on an actual ship. The sea was relatively calm during his trip, that definitely helped too. Swimming in the ocean though? That is a different story. If there are no too big waves and there are other people around, maybe. If not that you won’t get him any deeper than knee-deep.

Rivers though… he hates those with a burning passion. Slippery bridges too.

Purple Coat (Joker x reader)

Request by @spookyphsyco -“Could you do a Heath!JokerXReader? Like she gets cold and steals his purple jacket when he’s out of the living room, and just full of fluff and (Maybe) a make out session and some sex? XD”

Word Count: 944

Summary: The Joker leaves his jacket at your apartment, causing some questions to arise.

Author’s note: Sorry this is a bit short, I just wanted to finish up some requests :)

Warnings: Kinda Angsty (I can’t help myself lol), Weapons


After convincing him to take a shower to tame his snarled greasy hair and brush his god-awful teeth, the Joker strolled out of the bathroom. Without his makeup, his bright suit seemed to stand out more. His scars on the sides of his lips were more visible, but it didn’t hinder how handsome he was. At least, not to you.

He walked up to you, and his hands moved to pull your body closer to him. Your hands traveled from his chest to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his newly washed hair. The Joker leaned forward to kiss your lips with his minty breath before moving to your neck. His words moved along your skin, “Is this to your standards?”

You smiled before returning the sass, “Yes, very much so.”

The Joker grinned at your feisty mood. Your hands smoothed down the front of his suit. You looked up to smile at his curious gaze before pulling the lapels of his coat forward to force his lips onto yours. He hummed against your lips before lifting your legs to move around his waist. He walked over to the couch, and laid you across it before climbing ontop of you. 

He pulled you into another fiery kiss, and your hands found themselves in the process of removing his jacket. Flinging the coat to rest on top of the couch; forgotten by the two of you.


You were about to retire to bed for the night, but you stopped short of the bedroom door when something purple flashed in your view. You looked back, and saw the Joker’s shirt still hanging on the back of your couch. Stopping to think about it, you realized he must have left it over earlier today when he stopped by to visit. There were no set dates or times for when he showed up; it was usually if he was in the area or if he needed to lay low for a bit.

You strode over to the couch in curiosity. Your hands, almost by their own will, softly trailed over the clothing to remove any wrinkles. You slung the coat around your shoulders to find that it was a few sizes too big for you, but that didn’t change how good of an insulator it proved to be. You could already feel the heat your body radiated being trapped against you.

The coat smelt faintly like his unique cologne, smoke, and gunpowder. You could feel different objects weighing down the pockets, but you weren’t sure you should look. Even though you loved him, you knew how mentally unstable he was. There was no telling what he might have in his coat. Despite your reasoning, curiosity got the better of you.

You hesitantly reached in one of the pockets, and pulled out one of the items. In your hand, you could see a Joker playing card. The Joker’s personal copy. You curled your fingers around it, and cursed when the edge cut into your palm. Upon closer inspection, you could see the card had a metal razor part on two of the sides. Of course there was more to his stuff than what meets the eye.

You placed the card on the coffee table in front of you. The blood on your scratched palm dried up before you even had the chance to get a bandaid. You reached into the coat again, and your fingers curled around something curricular. You pulled it out, and your eyes widened in fear upon seeing what it was. An old fashioned camo hand grenade was clutched in your hand. Holding your breath, you carefully placed it next to the card on the table.

You reached into one of the inside pockets, and found his knife. The same one used on all his past victims. The handle was purple, like his suit, and the blade was kept quite sharp. Would there ever come a time when he’d use it on you? That was a question you had the feeling you wouldn’t want answered.

Some part of you knew that you weren’t much different in his eyes. He may flatter you by coming around often, sometimes giving you flowers or gifts, all the while the city around you was pludged in chaos. He thrived in that kind of atmosphere. But that begs the question, what were you to him? Why, whenever you were sure he’d never return, did he always come back into your awaiting arms?

Briefly, you wondered if this was the very knife used to create those scars on his cheeks. Had he self-inflicted those injuries? Or was there another party involved? You’d probably never get the answer to your questions. The Joker was pretty hush hush when it came to his past. Or anything serious really. He loved talking about his views on the world, and the people in it but he rarely ever talked about himself. You felt almost scared to ask. What could possibly turn someone into one of the most feared terrorists in Gotham?

You placed more and more miscellaneous objects onto the table in front of you. An assortment of different knifes, all shapes and sizes. A brightly colored water gun that might actually shoot real bullets. A tiny soldier toy you were afraid to mess with. An extra thing of bright red lipstick, some smoke bombs, a lighter, and more. 

The warm coat seemed to lull you to sleep before you could finish going through everything in its pockets. That next morning, you returned everything in it’s rightful place right in time for the Joker to come back for it. 


That’s all folks!

~thedarknessdwellswithin

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So instead of doing anything else, I got obsessed with the Howls Moving Castle AU.  

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get to know me meme; 20/20 animated movies: howl’s moving castle (2004)
“You who swallowed a falling star, oh heartless man, your heart shall soon belong to me.”

Princeling of my heart…

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Or, I wanted to draw a “quick lil warmup sketch” to get back in the drawing groove after Katsucon before working on Inferno again, and well yeah, that didn’t work out… SOBS I LOVE PHICHIT TOO MUCH I LOVE HIM SOBS

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. More detailed rules available on my Rules & FAQ Post.

“Here, put on this blindfold.”

Ted the Animator: “…I’m sorry?”

Carl the Animator: “Don’t be. Grab this dart, I need to pick a color.”

Ted the Animator: “I’m so confused.”

Carl the Animator: “Dartboard in place. Ready?”

Ted the Animator: “No! There’s nothing more dangerous than ‘sharp objects you can’t see’ plus ‘Carl telling you to do something.’”

Carl the Animator: “I moved at least 70% of the fragile things. Just throw it.”

Ted the Animator: “…oh, goodness, here goes…”

Ted the Animator: “…did I hit anything?”

Carl the Animator: “Beautiful! Narrowly avoided Lime Green, and barely hit the edge of Bright Blue. Blue it is, then.”

Ted the Animator: “I’m afraid to take the blindfold off.”

Carl the Animator: “Aaaaaaaand done. It’s beautiful, fear not.”

Ted the Animator: “…what.”

Ted the Animator: “What… what is… why….”

Carl the Animator: “Good choice, that. Lime Green would have looked weird, blended in with the hands and all that.”

Ted the Animator: “…why is the pig blue.”

Carl the Animator: “Maybe we should get creative on the chickens, too….”

Ted the Animator: “WHY IS THE PIG BLUE, CARL.”

Carl the Animator: “The same reason this scene has a bank executive dressed up as a green monster with purple hair in a business suit chasing chickens and teenagers while riding a pig through a rentable-for-dances barn.”

Ted the Animator: “…which is?”

Carl the Animator: “Because it can.”

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Hatsune Miku makes her appearance in Persona 4 Dancing All Night! (x)

ableism:

you can reserve a space on the train for your bicycle in the default online booking form.

to get a wheelchair space, i have to book the ticket then exchange several emails with the railway company, as if the concept of wheelchairs is entirely new to them. sometimes there’s no email address and they try to insist i call them, which is inaccessible to so many people. then they demand i show up half an hour early, at which point they typically act as if they’ve never heard of you or they have a wheelchair ready because no one told them i have my own. when i arrive at my destination, i cross my fingers that anyone has bothered to call ahead for someone to get the ramp out, and usually have to resort to asking another passenger to flag down a member of staff. i leave long after all the other passengers and crew. and don’t even get me started on airplanes.

now apply this principle to literally everything.

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So many tomatoes in this strip

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