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i finally bought myself a bullet journal!! i’m super excited to use it n record all my thoughts n memories in a cute way :] i decided to go w/ a soft pink theme to match the book heh!!! look at jim hes so precious my tiny lil cotton puff angel:(
Sirius Black is gorgeous, Remus thought
as he looked carefully over his copy of the Daily Prophet. Sirius was
animatedly describing his plan to get out of their next class, potions, by
swallowing a drop of snake oil, which he had used to get out of family affairs
several times as a child. He couldn’t help but fix his eyes on a rogue lock of
black hair that curled over Sirius’ left eyebrow and tangled with his long,
curly eyelashes. His straight nose led Remus’ eyes to Sirius’ elegant lips.
Pale red, with a dramatic cupid’s bow and a full lower lip, they framed a
perfect set of white teeth, which at this moment had the tip of Sirius’ tongue
trapped in between them as he poured orange juice into his goblet. He glanced
upwards, trapping Remus in the headlights of his green eyes. “Remus?” Sirius
Remus forced his eyes down to the Daily Prophet, suddenly very interested in
the sports news. There was some news about the England quidditch team looking
at some fresh talent at a camp somewhere. Remus sighed. He had never understood
quidditch. Remus chanced a glance upwards and found Sirius’ eyes still fixed on
him, despite the fact that James was badgering him about homework. Sirius
grabbed it from his bag and flung it unceremoniously towards James and Peter,
who immediately began to copy it.
make sure you change the wording, I don’t need another detention!” Sirius shot
at them. They rolled their eyes and went back to work. “Moony,” Sirius said as
he stretched his arms behind his head. “Want to stop by the library with me
before potions? We’ve got another hour yet.” Their sixth-year schedules were
empty compared to the last five years of back to back classes at Hogwarts.
Remus said, folding the Daily Prophet and sliding it into his bag. Sirius
muttered something to James, and the pair walked out of the Great Hall and were
climbing the staircase towards the library when Sirius grabbed Remus by the arm
and pulled him in a secret passageway concealed behind a tapestry. Before Remus
could react, Sirius spun him around and pinned him against the wall with one
strong hand. “Sirius-” Remus whispered. “We shouldn’t, not here, anyone could
don’t care,” Sirius growled. “And I’ve told James that Dorcas has left her cat
in the common room again, so he and Peter will be occupied shaving the thing
for the next hour. Don’t worry, no one’s coming.”
“Sirius,” Remus sighed, dropping his bag
on the floor and reaching out to brush Sirius’ hair out of his face. He knotted
his fingers in the curls at the base of Sirius’ neck. Sirius tipped his head
forward, brushing his nose along Remus’ jaw. “Sirius…”
it again,” Sirius whispered into Remus’ neck. He pressed closer to Remus, sliding
his hand around the back of Remus’ neck and biting at his ear.
“Sirius,” Remus growled, pushing Sirius’
robes off his shoulders and wrapping his hands around the back of Sirius’ neck.
Sirius’ laugh was muffled by Remus’ neck between his lips. “Sirius, kiss me.”
am,” Sirius whispered against Remus’ cheek. Remus pushed Sirius back, staring
into his eyes.
mean really kiss me.”
Sirius smirked as he put his hands on the wall on either side of Remus’ head,
boxing him in. He leaned forward and caught Remus’ lower lip between his teeth.
It was torture for him, holding himself back when all he wanted was to take
Remus, right then on the cold stone floor of the secret passageway.
getting frustrated, closed the distance between Sirius’ lips, pulling Sirius
against him by the hips. He slid his tongue along Sirius’ full bottom lip and
felt Sirius moan in the back of his throat. “Remus,” Sirius gasped as Remus
spun Sirius against the wall and mouthed his way to Sirius’ neck, pressing
open-mouthed kisses to the hot, flushed skin. Sirius’ hand pushed through his
own hair and grabbed Remus by the small of his back. Remus hummed happily
against Sirius’ neck.
pressed his hand against his own chest, sliding it down until he slid it into
the front of his trousers, trying to control himself as Remus moaned loudly and
pushed Sirius against the wall, hard. He slid his hands down Sirius’ sides and
pulled his legs around his back. Sirius
gasped as Remus lifted him off the ground. Remus frantically unbuttoned Sirius’
shirt as Sirius twisted his hands into Remus’ pale brown hair. “Fuck,” Remus groaned, and Sirius smiled
until he realized Remus was pulling away, gently setting him on the ground.
Remus, please,” Sirius said, pulling Remus to him again and kissing him.
sorry, Sirius. I just remembered,” he glanced at his watch. “I have to go take
my potion now.” He looked apologetically at Sirius, brushing his cheek with his
fingertips. “Next time.”
Remus’ hand and kissed it gently. “How are you feeling?”
and very horny,” Remus sighed, buttoning Sirius’ shirt and tightening his tie.
He pressed a lingering kiss to Sirius’ soft lips and pulled both their robes
around their shoulders. “How bad is my hair?” he asked.
the worst it’s been,” Sirius said, running his fingers through Remus’ hair to
flatten the waves, which were already turning grey around the ears. He held
Remus’ face between his hands, looking into the other boy’s eyes. “Really,
Remus. Are you okay?”
not the worst it’s been,” Remus smiled sadly and pulled Sirius to his chest. He
rested his chin on the top of Sirius’ head, closing his eyes before reluctantly
pulling away. “Shall we?” he smiled.
Hours later, Sirius
flung himself into a plush armchair in front of the fire in the Gryffindor
common room. He pushed his hands through his tangle of curly black hair. A cat
Sirius had nicknamed Cotton Puff leapt onto his lap and curled up, purring.
Sirius scratched gently under her chin and looked around the room. It was the
last class block of the day, everyone except the sixth and seventh years were
in class, but some sixth and seventh years still had class. James was taking
his free period to practice on the quidditch pitch, Peter was in Divination,
and Remus was studying in the library. Sirius never studied, yet still passed
every test with flying colors. He reached into his bag and pulled out his wand.
He ran his fingers over the runes etched into the wood and sighed.
It was December
first, and in a few short weeks he would be going home with James. Although he
adored the Potters, he hated Christmas. It just reminded him of all the years
when he received next to no presents compared to his brother Regulus. He loved Reg,
of course, but it was hard to love someone who was constantly doted on by your
parents, it was hard to love someone when your mother repeatedly told you how
much she preferred Regulus to you. How much of a disappointment you were.
And of course, Remus
could not join them. The Potters had no idea about Remus’ affliction and were
none too prepared to accommodate him during times when he might need help. He
would write to Remus every day, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t be there for
Remus when he was physically hurting and emotionally raw.
Cotton Puff stood,
stretched, and bounded up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. He had no idea
whose cat she was, or if she was a girl at all. He was fond of her, and she
him, which was his relationship with most cats. He found it ironic that they
took such a liking to him, given that his alter ego was a gigantic black dog. He
closed his eyes.
Remus walked into
the common room and crossed to the fireplace, where Sirius was slouched in his
favorite chair, fast asleep. He sat in the seat across from Sirius and pulled
his bag off his shoulder. He opened his copy of Advanced Potion Making and began reading, taking notes for his
essay on the Draught of the Living Dead. Sirius opened his eyes, pushed his
hair back, and smiled. “Remus,” he said, yawning. “That essay isn’t due for two
“And I’d rather
start it now than in a week when you and James bring a flagon of firewhisky
into the dormitory and start celebrating Christmas,” Remus said with a small
smirk. “And I encourage you to do the same, although we all know that you’ll
end up copying mine at the last minute.”
“Why risk doing it
myself when I know you’ll do it perfectly?” Sirius stretched and stood,
crossing to Remus and squishing into the loveseat next to him. “Remus?” Remus
turned to look at Sirius, closing his book. “I’m thinking of staying here this
“Why? The Potters
love having you around their place,” Remus said, frowning.
“I know, I just
don’t want to intrude on their family time and all that.”
“Sirius, don’t be
“And I was
wondering if you would stay, too,” Sirius flushed and turned away as Remus
registered what Sirius had said.
began. “I’d love to. In fact, I’ve already made arrangements to do so.”
turned back to Remus, shocked. “You have?”
mum and dad are going skiing in Germany over break, and they asked if I would
be okay staying here. Travelling won’t work well with the full moon scheduled
right in the middle of the trip,” Remus smiled sadly. “And besides, I’m not
coordinated enough to ski at all.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Reader (human) x Theo Raeken Words: 1,005 Warnings: none. Request? yes or no Imagine: getting pregant for Theo around the time he was manipulating everyone to thinking he was a good guy, then having a daughter but after everything he did to your friends(family) you didn’t want him to know her. Inspired by: Amber Lynn // Mayday Parade A/N: it’s similiar (very) to our daughter with Derek Hale. i want to do a baby series with all the characters so this explains why it’s baby fever up on this blog.
yesss pls post a thorough explanation and help us, your skin is amazing 😭
I first start with washing my body with African Black Soap (disclaimer for sensitive skin it’s kind of harsh and if you rub it too hard you can get redness), I then wash my face with a cleanser with salicylic acid (I’m just saying cleanser and not anything specific because there’s tons of cleansers with salicylic acid you just have to find the one that works for you), then I apply witch hazel to a cotton puff (thing?) and I rub my face with it (softly also you really see the dirt on the cotton once you’re done rubbing it), hen I dab tea tree oil to a cotton pad and dilute it with some water (it will burn) and dab it on my face (disclaimer it burns that’s why you have to dilute it with water), the. I moisturize my face with an unscented lotion. Every 3 days or so I use the Aztec Indian clay mask for a deep pore treatment just to remove any dirt that’s been built up and I usually mix the powder with ACV (apple cider vinegar). When you first do the mask it stings a little but then it stops. I also make my own Rose water to freshen up my face especially when it’s dry. Also I’m trying to eat healthier foods but I’ve been detoxing with water and a teaspoon of apple cider vinegar and sis it works!! Sometimes I get the munchies and I’ll eat a whole bunch of junk food or dairy products and then I would drink diluted ACV and I’ll feel refreshed the next day. Also dairy products and red meat is no bueno for skin but we all have our days when we impulsively buy a 6 pack of cotton candy ice cream sandwiches from Walmart 🤷🏾♀️
Whoop I wrote another thing. I was listening to “Weightless” by Natasha Bedingfield while I wrote this. It’s fitting for this scenario, I think.
Grass was softer than Keith
remembered. Greener, smaller, fresher. It danced in a way that he didn’t quite
recall it doing before, like it was waving, trying to get him to come lie down
and stretch out, stare at the sky. His skin itched with longing, but he turned
his gaze upwards, unable to help the choked laugh that spilled from his lips as
he took in the sunset.
Hands lifted to cover his mouth as
he took in the vibrancy of the reds and yellows and oranges, curling and intertwining
around one another and scattering through the clouds. They turned pink in the
rays, white puffs of cotton that he wanted to touch more than anything.
He wasn’t aware that he was crying
until he felt a pair of arms latch around his torso, low enough to only be
Pidge, her nose tucked into his torso but her eyes, also teary, staring with
him at the sunset. He lowered a hand and settled it on her back, rubbing gently
and taking a shaky breath.
A shoulder bumped into his right
arm and he glanced sideways long enough to see Lance there, Hunk on his other
side, and without a comment he pulled Keith’s other hand away from his mouth
and laced their fingers together. He did the same to Hunk, tugging their small
group closer together, and Keith felt something like adoration lodge in his
He ripped his gaze away from Lance,
letting the tears stream freely as they watched the sun sink together. It would
be better if Shiro was here, he thought, but the newly retrieved Matt and
Captain Holt needed medical attention on Earth before they could leave again to
search for him. So Allura had set down on the outskirts of the desert, just a
little too far from Keith’s shack, but close enough that they were able to see
for miles. She and Coran had given them all a moment to breathe, instead
getting Matt to teach them how to contact Pidge’s mother.
Keith’s breath hitched and he
ducked his head, looking down at the paladin clinging to his hips. She was
smiling, tear tracks caressing her face, and he moved his hand to tangle his
fingers in her hair. She glanced up at him curiously and her smile softened,
eyes filled with sympathy.
He grinned sadly at her and looked
back up, leaning slightly against Lance and tightening his hold on the Cuban.
Lance squeezed back but stayed silent, and Keith milked in the last few moments
of sunset, breeze lifting and running gentle tendrils along his cheeks, tossing
his hair in the wind. His eyes fluttered shut and he could imagine that he was
flying, that he was invincible, here, with his hands trapped by people he had
never imagined coming to love.
A Olicity Historical Romance AU: Touch can be so much more than just, physical.
A/N: There are quite a few flashbacks of dialog and scenes in this final chapter so I have made them italicized and bold.
Thank you all so much for reading my story and caring for and loving my AU Olicity. This version of them was especially poignant to write and are extra special to me. And one last thank you to @quiveringbunny for the gorgeous cover art she made for it. xoxo
Oliver had taken his mother to London knowing she would enjoy the end of the season, to be around friends and society, instead of the isolation of their ancestral home in Devonshire, which is where he was headed next.
Something... something really awful just happened to me and to a community. Someone very important to us took his own life. Could I... could I have a hug from the Egos, maybe some comforting words? I want to cry, but the tears don't come, I... I'm sorry to bother you...
(I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope that you find a way to work through your emotions and find comfort.)
Bim takes a soft blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, brushing his thumb over your cheek before pulling you into a warm hug. Oliver joins the hug as well, and they hold you there as long as you’d like. Wilford appears with a ginormous puff of cotton candy that he offers to share with you as you sit together on the Ego’s couch.
Host peeks in after a bit and settles down onto the couch beside you. “The Host is very sorry to hear that this awful thing happened, but he urges you to take the time to look around at the beautiful things that there are in this world. Be with the people that you love, surround yourself with the things that bring you comfort.” He smiles. “Even when times are at their darkest, there’s always a light to lead us home.”
-He’s not good at dealing with feelings in general, and is really not good at dealing with his yandere tendencies. His behavior is confusing, since one moment he’s doing something really nice for, and the next he’s avoiding you like you have the plague. He wants to be close to you, but his desire to possess you is overwhelming. It’s a war he won’t win.
-When he’s not avoiding you, he’s really sweet. Germany has an impressive set of skills, and he’s happy to help if you need him. He’ll help you fix your car, patch up that loose board on the porch, and even help you bake some cookies for a bake sale. He gets flustered when you thank him for helping you, and you’re pretty sure he had a heart attack that time you hugged him. Little do you know, you’re only making his possessive urges worse. You’re beautiful and perfect; no one else should even lay a finger on you.
-He’s an incredibly dangerous yandere when provoked. He’ll eventually lose the battle with his sanity and kidnap you. As long as you stay obedient, you’ll be fine. As long as you don’t leave, you’ll be fine. Just stay with him, and he’ll be gentle with you.
-Italy isn’t the best at hiding his feelings, as a matter of fact he’s pretty terrible at it. He’s incredibly clingy, to the point where he’ll tear up if you mention doing something without him. So he ends up being a permanent fixture at your side. It’s really not so bad. Italy is great company, and it’s difficult to be upset with anything while you’re with him.
-He may not be able to hide his feelings, but he is surprisingly manipulative when he needs to be. He slowly starts keeping you away from your other friends, and eventually you lose touch with them. He makes sure you lose your job, and before you know it he’s your only companion. But that’s okay! He’s the only person you need, right?
-On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being as deadly as a cotton puff and 10 being as deadly as a cobra, he’s a solid -1. He’s sweet as can be, and could never bring himself to hurt you. He won’t even kidnap you, since he’s always around.
-Japan honestly just wants a normal life with you. He doesn’t want to kidnap you, or drug you; he just wants you to spend the rest of your life with him. Out of the axis, he’s the most normal when it comes to making you his. He’ll ask you out, and act like a normal boyfriend, all while trying his best to suppress the possessive thoughts in his head.
-Despite his best efforts, sometimes that yandere side peeks out. Sometimes he follows you places. Sometimes he acts a bit possessive. It’s never enough to tip you off, but Japan always worries that you’ll figure it out and leave. He knows that his feelings aren’t normal, and he hates it. Still, he doesn’t hate them enough to leave you alone.
-Japan struggles to hide his obsessive feelings, and that mental strain is why it doesn’t take much to make him snap. Maybe you’ve been coming home late too often, maybe that new co-worker is a little too friendly with you. Before you know it, you’re tied to the bed with Japan apologizing profusely. He didn’t want this. But now you know, and now he can never let you go.
These are absolutely free for you to use. I made these in hopes that you’ll apply them to your game in some way so that the users of your game have even more customization options. I do not require payment for these. You can use them for free in your game, even the ideas for them or the actual art itself.
Pictured above in picture 1 (From left to right): Spiky Tuft, Spiky Tail - Curly Puff, Cotton Tail - Braided Mane, Braided Tail - Bubbly Mane, Bubbly Tail - Faux Hawk, Windswept Tail - Wet Mane, Fish Tail
Pictured above in picture 2 (From left to right): Paint - Chestnut - Zebra - Scars - Deer - Dapples
I did NOT draw the base for this. It belongs to Pony.Town staff. However, I did draw the manes, tails, and markings.
If you’d like to see these in game, please reblog!
Pisces is the raw emotion of hail in the summer. June comes, and with it comes fists of cold, the younger sisters of warm rain and the estranged cousins of snow. The tears fall faster than the finger that darts up to wipe them, and salt gathers on the devastatingly soft face of the earth.
Pisces is the anxious energy of high school. Crowds of teens patrol the halls, pretending they do not care. A hysterical heat threatens to spill over the bursting seams of competence, and the courtyard is a hiding place for those who wish to escape its terrible cold.
Pisces is the silken calm of the third night back in your own home. The crickets sing their welcome song for all of eternity and the blankets smell normal again. The bedroom is in the right place and the nightstand next to the bed once again holds your treasured dried roses.
Pisces is the scuttling chill of an announcement over a loudspeaker. A boy gasps and disguises it as a cough. His excuse to go to the bathroom is accompanied by a suspiciously stiff back and pale green hands. The announcement repeats itself and he bolts from the room.
Pisces is the vibration of the scooter handle in a girl’s clenched fingers. She takes them off to breathe and rubs them on her pants to dry the imaginary water, and gets frustrated when the memory of droplets remains. Legs burning and breath pushing itself out of her mouth in thin puffs, she glances behind her and continues up the hill. The scooter jumps and jolts over the middle-aged pavement, as though concerned for both itself and the girl.
Pisces is the sweetness of a fresh iced coffee with four shots of caramel. The ice quells the fire of your heartache and the sugar whispers shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Warm hands, like the threaded puff of cotton candy, rub your arm and hold your own trembling fingers. Whole milk, four shots, no sugar. It’s okay. It’s okay.
Sweet Dreams, My Dear (Finale) Markiplier x Reader
You stand in front of, what you can gather, a bustling, lively place outdoors with an odd and seemingly endless bout of random sounds and with no lack of persons enjoying whatever is around you. Still being blinded, Mark had helped to get you out of the car and is still continuing to guide you a bit further. “I swear if I trip, Mark- Just, keep an eye open for me, please” You sigh after almost tripping, questioning his ability to lead you around while you’re helplessly following him.