i casted you as an owl

Runaway: Part 6

(( OOC: “The Mom-Off” ( a collaborative storyline with @wolfstar-puppylove )

Regulus played by: @siriusly-not-over-remus​ ))

*Sirius and the Potter’s wait for the train on Platform 9 ¾*

Sirius: Sorry… 

Sirius: I’m not-

James: You are.

James: It’s okay to be scared. 

Sirius: *glances around nervously* 

Sirius: *freezes as Walburga appears, Regulus trailing behind her* 

Sirius: *breaks eye contact, trembling* Shit… 

James: Shit…  

Walburga: *Whispers something to Regulus, casting dark looks at Sirius*

Regulus: *face slowly falls* 

Regulus: Of course… 

Regulus: *takes a deep, shuddering breath and begins walking down the platform towards Sirius* 

Sirius: *watches as Regulus gets closer, his younger brother’s eyes focused straight ahead* 

Sirius: *desperate* C’mon Reg… 

Regulus: *ignores Sirius and continues walking, picking up his pace* *disappears into the crowd* 

James: *grips Sirius as he sways, overwhelmed* *Turns as his mother approaches* 

Euphemia: *reaches out to Sirius as well* 

Euphemia: How nice to see you… Mrs. Black. 

Euphemia: Speaking of which, I sent you an owl concerning Sirius’s belongings.

Walburga: And I sent you one back… I believe.

Walburga: *a menacing smile stretches slowly across her face*

Walburga: *leans forward, her voice dangerous* But I do believe-

Euphemia: I’d really appreciate it if you’d deliver… everything… on the list. 

Euphemia: And how you “discipline” your son is also of particular concern to the ministry, Walburga. Your brand of discipline is called unforgivable for a reason. 

Euphemia: When can I expect Sirius’s things?

James: *whistles* 

James: You are bloody brilliant. 

Sirius: Would you take this?

Euphemia: Of course dear. 

Sirius: Thank you, Mrs. Potter. 

Euphemia: *smiles* Have a wonderful year sweetheart. I’ll see you at home. 

Euphemia: *Beams* 

anonymous asked:

Any sterek Harry Potter aus?

Hey there! We actually have a hidden tag on our blog that you can definitely check out, it’s harry potter au! Since we already have enough recs, we’ll add it to our tag navigation page!

Nonetheless, have some other fics that we read in the last few months!


you fill my lungs with sweetness by bibliosexual

“Okay, fine,” Erica holds up her hands, “don’t listen to me, continue to pine forever, spend the entirety of winter break being ‘just friends’ with him in a castle full of mistletoe, see if I care. But if, on the other hand, you actually want to be even a little proactive about this, I have a plan.”

On the anti-venom properties of tentacula roots by ElisAttack

“I didn’t know you were interested in herbology,” Derek says trying and failing to ignore the fact that Stiles read his dissertation. He’s pretty sure he’s redder than a toadstool.

“Dude, I work in a greenhouse.” Stiles sends him a cheeky grin. “Of course I like plants.”

Or the one where Stiles asks Derek out on a poorly disguised date.

Keep reading

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 27


My palm is still raw from wrenching it off of the doorknob.  My phone was on my bed, too far away for me to reach, so I couldn’t even call for help.  I was left to grit my teeth and peel my skin off the metal bit by bit.  Then I had to use about five cleaning spells to get all the glue off the doorknob.  It was ridiculous.

           I use my left hand to sift through the books on the shelf I’m scanning.  My right hand is still bandaged around the palm.  I can wiggle my fingers, or hold a pencil, but it still hurts, so I move my hand as little as possible, letting it become stiff in its cocoon of bandages.


           I turn to find Agatha peering into my aisle, a quizzical look on her face.  Even when her eyebrows furrow her features remain smooth, like no matter what configuration she pulls them into, that’s exactly where they’re meant to be.

           “Hey Agatha,” I give her a half-smile, inching a book off the shelf little by little with my free hand.  I make a mental note to practice operating left-handed, in case anything worse ever happened to my right hand again.

           “What are you doing here?” she asks, drawing nearer.

           “This is the library.”

           “I know that,” she says, “but what are you doing here?  This is the curses section.”

           “Looking for curses.”

           “Who are you planning to curse?”

           I clench my jaw.  “Who do you think?”

           She nods knowingly.  “What did he do this time?”

           “He super-glued my hand to the bathroom door.”

           “And what did you do to deserve it?”

           I shoot her a raised eyebrow and she shrugs. “Penelope told me about your prank war,” she explains.

           “I tied his wand up in my cross necklace.”

           Agatha just nods, not admonishing my actions like I’d thought she would.  “So you’re going to curse him?”

           I open the book I’m holding to the middle, throwing a glance over the words but not registering a thing.  “That’s the idea.”

           Agatha peers at the book’s title.  “Curse First: A Guide to Harmless Cursing,” she reads aloud.

           “I don’t want to actually hurt him, just give him something to think about,” I say, flipping through a few pages but not seeing anything to catch my eye.

           “Have you tried psychological?”


           “From what I understand, all of your pranks so far have been physical,” Agatha replies.  “You’ve both attacked the body, so why don’t you try the mind?”

           I hold her gaze, weighing the idea.  “How would I do that?”

           “Unwanted thoughts can be maddening,” she tells me, her eyes cool and clear.  “If you can make the brain your weapon, you’ll have won.”


I take out the book and spend the next few hours poring over it in a far corner of the library. Every footfall has me looking up to see who’s there, to make sure Baz doesn’t find me studying up.  Even if I weren’t searching for spells to bring him down, I can’t concentrate when he’s around anyway.

           Returning to the room much later isn’t nearly as terrifying as it was last night.  I suppose it’s possible that he could break the rules and pull something out of turn, but somehow I know that he won’t.  His last move was strong enough that he’ll give me time to retaliate.

           I wonder how he’ll react if he doesn’t know I’ve made my move.

           I’m lucky tonight, he doesn’t go out gallivanting who-knows-where for a change, meaning I don’t have to wait as long.  I repeat the lines I’ve written to myself as I get ready for bed, ignoring the fluttering of my heart.  Curses tend to bring on spurts of adrenaline, which makes them harder to control.  If I can’t pull this off tonight, I’ll have missed my turn.

           When I emerge from the bathroom, Baz has already turned out the lights and climbed into bed.  He’s facing away from me, but I can be sure he’s not asleep yet.  So I pull back the covers on my bed, crawl in, and check to make sure the notepaper with my curse scribbled on it is still in my pocket.  Then I settle down to wait.

           Falling asleep is always easier when you need to stay awake.  Before long, my eyes are burning from holding them open.  The lines of my curse repeat and mingle in my head as sleep threatens to take over.

           Just a little longer, I tell myself, then I can rest easy.

           My eyelids slide closed involuntarily, and I blink hard to force them back open.

           I strain my ears, listening to every sound I can pick out.

           Baz breathes long and deep.


           Quietly I push myself up and peer over at Baz.  I can’t see his eyes, but the sheets rise and fall slowly.  Throwing back the covers and grabbing my wand from under my pillow (which is where I’ve started to keep it at night, just in case), I tiptoe across to his bed and squint to see his eyes in the dark.  They’re closed, and for a change his brow is light, smooth, like a boy instead of a monster.


           I send out a quick prayer that he won’t wake up while I’m casting, and then I bring the wand low over his face.

“Deep sleep, crawl and creep,

From him sweet peacefulness keep,

Turn his dreams to nightmares foul,

Eerie fog and hoot of owl,

Dark, unpleasant, not for fear,

But to keep in misery,

Do not wake for terror’s cries,

Lest you flee his sleeping eyes.”

           By the time I’m done casting, my wand hand is cramping up in its bandages, and I have to force the last sparks of magic out. Baz gives a long sigh in his sleep, and his brow comes together slightly.  Something has worked.

           I return to my bed as my heart slows back to a normal rate.  Sliding my wand into its place under my pillow, my eyes fall shut faster than I can lie down.


           Baz is a silent sleeper.  He doesn’t snore, doesn’t mumble or toss and turn, doesn’t shout nonsensical phrases.  Sleeping with Baz in the room is like sleeping with a dead thing in the room. Ironic, if I’m right about the vampire thing.

           So when I wake up a little later to the sound of his sheets rustling furiously, I know something is wrong.

           I sit up to see his bed in a flurry of motion as he tosses from one side to the other.  I can’t see his face as he moves, but his breathing is short and heavy like he’s running from something.

           Clearly the curse has worked.  A little too well, by the looks of it.

           It’s harmless, I tell myself as I sink back down into my pillow, trying to ignore the commotion.  He’ll stop in a moment.

           Then the whimpering starts.

           I don’t think I’ve ever heard Baz make such a helpless sound.  It’s so quiet at first that I can’t even be sure I heard anything, but then it happens again and I’m certain.  He keeps tossing and turning, but now it’s vocal.

           He must be having a really bad dream.

           Which doesn’t make much sense.  The curse was only meant to conjure minor nightmares, things like falling, bugs, public humiliation.  Just enough to give the person a restless night’s sleep.

           Somewhere along the way, though, something must have gone wrong with my casting of the curse.

           Because Baz’s whimpers are becoming words, mumbled and then clear as day.

           When he blurts out the word “no”, it’s generic enough that I’m not overly worried, but then he’s saying things like “run” and “please”.  At the word “mother”, which he says louder than before, I flinch.  I don’t know much about Baz’s mum, but I know she’s long dead, and I know he was there, and old enough to remember for the rest of his life.

           I bolt upright when he says my name.

           Because he doesn’t say “Snow”.  He says “Simon”.

           I don’t think I’ve ever heard him call me “Simon” before now.

           I suppose we’re fighting in his nightmare, but there’s something about how he says my name.  It’s not angry or defiant, or even gloating.  It’s afraid, it’s pleading, it’s tearful.

           I shake my head and lie back down, trying to erase the memory.  What is it they say?  Most dreams only last a few seconds in real life even though they feel really long? Whatever Baz is dreaming, it will be over soon.  I pull my blankets closer over my ears to block him out, even though it doesn’t work. I can still hear him.

           It’ll pass.


           It’ll pass.


           It’ll pass.


           It’s not passing.

           I jump out of bed and run to him.  He’s clutching the sheets to his face like he’s trying to hide in them, and I still can’t see his features for the frantic shaking of his head.  Just as I reach him he gives a wordless cry, and I throw my misgivings to the wind.

           “Baz,” I say as calmly as I can, grabbing him by the shoulders, but he just swats at me in a new panic.  This time I shout.  “Baz!”

           He sits up like he’s been shot from a cannon, gasping and panting and looking around in terror.

           “It’s me,” I tell him, still gripping his shoulders. “You’re alright, it’s just me.”

           When his eyes meet mine they’re wild and dark, and heavy with tears.  I see the few seconds it takes for him to recognize me, and then the relief that floods into them as I brush a lock of his hair back from his face with my fingers, not even thinking about the tenderness of the gesture.

           “It was just a nightmare,” I say steadily, my voice low with sleep, and I can see it grounding him.  “Take a deep breath.”

           He tries, but instead I feel his shoulder start to shake as he comes down from the panic.  The tears spill over from his eyes and he looks away from me, back down at his lap.

           Have I ever seen him cry?  Maybe, but never like this.

           This is my fault.

           Suddenly I want nothing more than to fall onto his bed and hold him through his tears, to rub his back slowly and ride out the terror with him. “Baz…”

           “Just go back to bed,” he manages without looking at me, and for a moment I wonder if he knows what I’ve done.

           Walking away from him is like pulling a magnet away from its counterpart.  It aches in places I’ve never ached and it tastes like copper in my mouth.

           I climb back into bed and the feeling hasn’t faded.  It’s just as strong and just as scary.

           I’m so sorry, Baz.

           Some perverse voice in my brain tells me to drop the “your move” line, but the thought is so appalling that it makes my stomach hurt.

           I say nothing.  I make no further move to comfort him, even though every bone in my body is screaming at me to do it.

           I just lie there as he sobs quietly.

           My eyes fill with my own tears more than once before we both calm down enough to fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.

proud of your boy (a lego robin playlist)

“and i already have a catchphrase, ‘tweet tweet on the street!’”

playlist for lego robin because i love him.


friends are family // oh hush! ★ sugar rush // akb48 ★ on top of the world // imagine dragons ★ never gonna give you up // rick astley ★ journey to the past // liz callaway ★ wake me up before you go-go // wham! ★ i lost all my eggs // shawn wasabi ★ shooting star // owl city ★ dancing queen // abba ★ we go together // grease cast ★ razzle dazzle // richard gere ★ try everything // shakira ★ tomorrow // aileen quinn ★ i found you // fraser murray ★ proud of your boy // adam jacobs


8tracks || playmoss || youtube

The dress was a trifle...

lower-cut than necessary, and a bit tight in the bosom, but on the whole, not a bad fit.

“And how did you know Daphne would be the right size?” I asked, spooning up my soup. “I said I didna bed wi’ the lasses,” Jamie replied circumspectly. “I never said I didna look at them.” He blinked at me like a large red owl—some congenital tic made him incapable of closing one eye in a wink—and I laughed. “That gown becomes ye a good deal more than it did Daphne, though.”

He cast a glance of general approval at my bosom and waved at a servingmaid carrying a platter of fresh bannocks. Moubray’s tavern was doing a thriving dinner business. Several cuts above the snug, smoky atmosphere to be found in The World’s End and similar serious drinking establishments, Moubray’s was a large and elegant place, with an outside stair that ran up to the second floor, where a commodious dining room accommodated the appetites of Edinburgh’s prosperous tradesmen and public officials.

“Who are you at the moment?” I asked. “I heard Madame Jeanne call you ‘Monsieur Fraser’—are you Fraser in public, though?” He shook his head and broke a bannock into his soup bowl. “No, at the moment, I’m Sawney Malcolm, Printer and Publisher.”

“Sawney? That’s a nickname for Alexander, is it? I should have thought ‘Sandy’ was more like it, especially considering your hair.” Not that his hair was sandy-colored in the least, I reflected, looking at it. It was like Bree’s hair—very thick, with a slight wave to it, and all the colors of red and gold mixed; copper and cinnamon, auburn and amber, red and roan and rufous, all mingled together. I felt a sudden wave of longing for Bree; at the same time, I longed to untie Jamie’s hair from its formal plait and run my hands up under it, to feel the solid curve of his skull, and the soft strands tangled in my fingers. I could still recall the tickle of it, spilling loose and rich across my breasts in the morning light.

My breath coming a little short, I bent my head to my oyster stew. Jamie appeared not to have noticed; he added a large pat of butter to his bowl, shaking his head as he did so. “Sawney’s what they say in the Highlands,” he informed me. “And in the Isles, too. Sandy’s more what ye’d hear in the Lowlands—or from an ignorant Sassenach.”

He lifted one eyebrow at me, smiling, and raised a spoonful of the rich, fragrant stew to his mouth. “All right,” I said. “I suppose more to the point, though—who am I?” He had noticed, after all. I felt one large foot nudge mine, and he smiled at me over the rim of his cup. “You’re my wife, Sassenach,” he said gruffly. “Always. No matter who I may be—you’re my wife.”

Originally posted by jemscorner

I could feel the flush of pleasure rise in my face, and see the memories of the night before reflected in his own. The tips of his ears were faintly pink.

“You don’t suppose there’s too much pepper in this stew?” I asked, swallowing another spoonful. “Are you sure, Jamie?” “Aye,” he said. “Aye, I’m sure,” he amended, “and no, the pepper’s fine. I like a wee bit of pepper.” The foot moved slightly against mine, the toe of his shoe barely brushing my ankle.

“So I’m Mrs. Malcolm,” I said, trying out the name on my tongue. The mere fact of saying “Mrs.” gave me an absurd little thrill, like a new bride. Involuntarily, I glanced down at the silver ring on my right fourth finger. Jamie caught the glance, and raised his cup to me. “To Mrs. Malcolm,” he said softly, and the breathless feeling came back.

He set down the cup and took my hand; his own was big and so warm that a general feeling of glowing heat spread rapidly through my fingers. I could feel the silver ring, separate from my flesh, its metal heated by his touch.

“To have and to hold,” he said, smiling. “From this day forward,” I said, not caring in the least that we were attracting interested glances from the other diners.

Jamie bent his head and pressed his lips against the back of my hand, an action that turned the interested glances into frank stares. A clergyman was seated across the room; he glared at us and said something to his companions, who turned round to stare. One was a small, elderly man; the other, I was surprised to see, was Mr. Wallace, my companion from the Inverness coach.

“There are private rooms upstairs,” Jamie murmured, blue eyes dancing over my knuckles, and I lost interest in Mr. Wallace.

“How interesting,” I said. “You haven’t finished your stew.” “Damn the stew.”

“Here comes the servingmaid with the ale.” “Devil take her.”

Sharp white teeth closed gently on my knuckle, making me jerk slightly in my seat.

“People are watching you.” “Let them, and I trust they’ve a fine day for it.”

His tongue flicked gently between my fingers.

“There’s a man in a green coat coming this way.”

“To hell—” Jamie began, when the shadow of the visitor fell upon the table.

“A good day to you, Mr. Malcolm,” said the visitor, bowing politely. “I trust I do not intrude?”

“You do,” said Jamie, straightening up but keeping his grip on my hand. He turned a cool gaze on the newcomer…


Mood Board: Swan Lake Odette/Odile & Siegfried/Von Rothbart

The noble Prince finds himself alone in a peaceful spot in the forest by an enchanted lake where a swan gently floats across its surface. As dusk falls the swan is transformed into the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen, the Swan Queen. She informs the young prince that an evil sorcerer had cast an enchantment over her. “But surly there must be a way to free you,” the Prince pleads. She then confesses that the only way the spell could be broken is if a man, pure in heart, pledges his eternal love to her. The Prince, about to confess his love, is quickly interrupted by the evil sorcerer, disguised as a large owl, who swoops down and steals the Swan Queen from the Prince’s embrace.

Music: Tchaikovsky, Op. 20, Act I: 9

anonymous asked:

Your plushie hc are super cute! Can you continue with with the side NPCs of your choice? :)

hellooooo i don’t know if you like the npcs i chose but i just came up with a few

  • Katsuie gets a gorilla. He’s puzzled but pleased. Oichi, on the other hand, is nowhere near as happy as he is. excuse you
  • Shigezane gets a stuffed turtle after she saw him try to kidnap Kojuro’s Bontenmaru. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he doesn’t actually want a turtle, he just wanted to take Bontenmaru for a swim. He shows it off to everyone anyway because!! She made him a turtle!!!
  • Nobuyuki gets a fox. He’s a little doubtful over the choice of animals (does she think he’s sly?) but it’s cute anyway. He keeps it in his bedroom, on his bookshelf.
  • Tadakatsu gets a hedgehog. The spines are actual needles. He likes it a lot. Maybe too much.
  • Kagetsugu gets a little black duck. The duck’s tail looks exactly like the back of his hair. He doesn’t know. Kageie and Yoshichi spend the rest of the day snickering behind his back.
  • Kansuke gets an owl. It’s white and has huge eyes. He’s a little taken aback. She tells him it’s because he’s wise and moves far too quietly, and please stop sneaking up on her because he’s going to give her a heart attack someday.

Here’s the original post with the 12 lords if you haven’t seen it yet!

Snarry fic recs - happy stuff

Because of the extremely heavy vibe of my blog lately I want to bring back the good stuff - fanfics in which Harry and Snape are happy. Yes, we all want those. (Also, you can find a wider range of fics on my FIC REC page.)
Moving on, FLUFF ALL AROUND ~~

Starched cuffs  (and the last chapter)

Author: RussianWolf7
Words: 51,908

Draco trips Ron, who trips Harry, who is knocked into Snape and accidentally brushes his cuffs. Such a little thing, yet it’s all he can think about. Everything he’s been holding back since the Final Battle comes bursting forth, and Harry is determined to get Snape to stop ignoring him and actually talk. Unexpected allies, botched potions, detention, and Legilimency afoot! 

[Super cute fic. Some hurt/comfort because it’s Snarry obviously, but an overall very good development of their relationship.]

One Crazy Long Day 

Author: Lizzy0305
Words:  28,119

When a Muggle family arrives to the town of Mull, which is inhabited only by witches and wizards, Severus and Harry are forced to put aside their enmity to prevent the Wizarding World from exposure.

[This fic is just lots of fun and adventure. Also bottom!Snape because hell yeah.]

The unbearable softness of a potions master’s lap

Author: Sister of Mayhem
Words: 8,453

Nothing is as burdensome as a secret. But Harry thinks this particular one might just snowball into something good.

[Very cute, spans across all 7 years of Hogwarts. I admit I’m quite sentimental about this fic because it’s one of the very first Snarry fics I ever read. Also, Harry ends up in Snape’s lap a lot. Which is 10/10 in my book.]

Getting familiar

Author: gingertart50
Words:  15,171

Snape has watched over Potter for so long that nothing from poisonous snakes and assassins to amorous doppelgangers can stop him. Eventually he’s going to figure out why.

[Snape’s animagus form made me want to have a scorpion as a pet. And his inner dialogue is hilarious. So much sass, lots of humor, protective!Snape for the win. Harry will take him - claws and sting and all.]

Two Left Feet

Author: Ms.Freestyle
Words:  47,239

Defines a person who is clumsy or awkward, especially in dance and if his inability to dance continues, Harry will force himself to accept Snape’s offered help.

[This fic makes me want to happy cry because 1) I love dancing 2) I love Severus and Harry dancing and the sexual tension and falling in love. Did I mention the sexual tension? And falling in love?]

Back in Time

Author: Snarry5evr
Words:  26,824

After Nagini’s attack Severus wakes to find himself in an impossible future. Married to The Boy Who Lived, Severus sets out to discover a way to keep himself from making the same mistake twice, because surely no sane version of Severus Snape would EVER fall in love with the arrogant brat.

[I’d just like to send a huge kiss to the author because it is such a nice time travel fic. Made my head spin because it’s still confusing, like usual, BUT HARRY AND SNAPE IN A HEALTHY AND HAPPY RELATIONSHIP WITH KIDS. They’re happy and it’s just so fucking awesome. Husbands and daddies for the win.]

Hints from Severus

Author:  cruisedirector, Dementordelta
Words: 20,922

When Rita Skeeter seeks Snape’s help with a household advice column, Snape reads a letter from a correspondent with a familiar problem.

[This one is such a hilarious fic. Very kinky and perverted, but what do you expect from those two anyway. Lots of sexting, although wizard sexting because owls and stuff. A honest pervert is hard to come by, and fun to come with. Am I right, boys?]

Not Puppy Love

Author:  Lizzy0305
Words:  7,385

It was like one of the oldest stories, really. Even though they were from a different caste, they fell for each other, it was love at first sight. But their families hated each other, and therefore their love was doomed. Could puppy love win over years of hatred or will Applesauce and Winston be forever separated? Or in other words, Severus’ greyhound falls for Potter’s mutt. 

[Fluff and cute puppies. What else do you need? Amazing.]


Author: htdcd
Words:  72,967

Harry gets a unique opportunity to get to know Severus Snape. Who knew Snape would turn out to be a cat person?

[I ! LOVE! THIS! FIC! SO ! DAMN ! MUCH!! !! Honestly, this is my favourite animagus fic. It’s cute and hot, Harry’s friends are not villianized (especially Ron!! I love Ron I hate fics that make him a total asshole), Harry and Snape’s relationship development is very beautiful, and I like the way it handles sex.]


Author: abstractconcept
Words:  7,504 + 3,884

Another of my humorous takes on a cliché fic idea. Harry is determined to learn the Animagus Transformation, and the results are…unexpected.

[I put this here purely because I DIE every time I read this fic. It’s my ‘feel good’ fic. It’s just so funny. I can’t keep a straight face even when just thinking about it. Cracks me up every time. Both Pink and it’s sequel Teacher’s Pet are gold, I want this read out loud at my funeral.]

That Place in the Dark

Author:  Dementordelta
Words: 15,811

Severus Snape has survived the war and the Dark Lord but he may not survive Harry Potter.

[Harry being the hero he is, protective and fussing over his favourite Ex-Death Eater. Some hurt/comfort aspects but otherwise super sweet. Also a badass pregnant lady, the cool OC I never knew I needed, but am very thankful for.]


Have fun! 

and now back to your regularly scheduled dnd recap

My DM and I had so much fun doing our prequel session with our characters that we just had to do another, and boy was this one a wild ride

  • after pondering the subject for a long, long while, it was finally decided that our rogue talks in a bad russian accent
  • rogue: *in a jewelry shop looking at some earrings*
    • wizard: don’t even think about it
  • rogue: *calls wizard over stone of far speech while doing a stakeout* hey, want to here a joke?
    • wizard: *sighs* yeah sure
    • rogue: your life *hangs up*
  • we were on the stakeout to capture and interrogate the owner of the jewelry store later that night. when she left the shop, our rogue started doing her Rogue Shit™ and crawled over buildings to get to the shopkeeper. Just as she was above the owner, she called my wizard on her stone, said “hey, watch this >:)” and took a flying leap off of a roof – however she failed her roll, missed the shopkeeper, and did a huge belly flop on the road instead. 
  • it was basically that scene from Moana, except instead of water, it was concrete
  • shopkeeper: should i call the cops, or an ambulance?
  • later after we learned that the shopkeeper was getting her magic floating crystals from some shady thieves, we tracked them down to their campfire, where they had a bird person tied up. my DM never intended for her to be this way, but that bird ended up being an absolute fucking badass, because the second we cut her loose she sliced a kobold clean in half with her metallic wings
  • while we and the bird person (her name is gilda) were fighting off the thieves, our rogue failed every one of her rolls and didn’t hit a single person. she never shut up about it for the rest of the adventure
  • gilda: if i find reason to believe that you cannot be trusted, I will not hesitate to throw you off of the temple island and into the ocean
    • wizard: that’s fair
  • for our first trial getting into the temple we had to fight a dragon. at one point it bit our rogue and knocked her out. my halfling wizard then jumped in between the two of them, yelled at the dragon to leave his friend alone, and shot it in the eye with a nat 20
  • that’s the power of friendship bitches
  • old owl wizard: this will be a challenge of magical prowess. tell me, who of you is your spellcaster?
    • wizard, clad in bright robes and the biggest hat you’ve ever seen: take a wild guess my dude
  • wizard: *sees stone hydra statue in the middle of a huge room* okay stand back everybody i know what to do *casts Mage Hand and pets the hydra’s nose*
  • i rolled a nat 1 while trying to shoot the hydra with my crossbow and ended up hitting gilda, who luckily was fine because she had a lot of HP. our rogue, however, was not as fine when the same goddamn thing happened to her the very next turn
  • guys he fucking killed her in one shot
  • and then died 2 seconds later
  • this is why you need a healer in your party
  • anyway after gilda deus ex machina’d us both back to life with her endless potion supply, she handed my wizard two of her metallic knife feathers, told him to aim for the eyes, and then picked him up and threw him at the hydra
  • and then guess who rolled
  • a nat
  • fucking
  • 20
  • long story short that bitch is dead and i don’t think i’ll ever do anything as cool as that in a dnd game ever again
  • after that we got to the floating city inside the temple and my wizard had a magic nerd heart attack at the sight of the place, and completely forgot about our rogue, who was being hauled off to the hospital because she was still recovering from when he shot her by accident
  • temple queen: please be careful with those crystals, if you drop them they will explode and destroy the whole city
    • wizard:
    • queen: lol just fucking with you
Why do "fans" hate change?
  • Adam Young, 2012: I just released the Shooting Star EP, check it out!
  • Many HootOwls: Owl City's changed, I'm no longer a fan!
  • Me: Really? Still sounds like authentic Adam to me!
  • Nathalia Ramos, 2012: I'm leaving House of Anubis to focus on my schooling.
  • Many HOA fans, 2013: No Nina, no Sibuna, annoying KT, I'm no longer a fan!
  • Me: Really? If you like Nina more than HOA, then you're a fan of Nathalia, not the show!
  • BBC, 2017: Introducing Jodie Whittaker as the 13th Doctor!
  • Many Whovians: They now cast a woman as the Doctor? To please the SJWs? I'm no longer a fan!
  • Me: This is more ridiculous than any of the other two reasons for no longer being fans above. Seriously? Adam Young experimented with his style, and an actress who played a major character left a kids show, and you're upset because it didn't fit your preconceived notion of what it was anymore. But you at least gave it a chance, and if you didn't like it, that's your opinion.
  • But the Doctor regenerating into a woman for the first time? That's where you draw the line? It's so controversial that you won't even give Jodie a chance? Just because a role that was always played by a male is now being played by a female? Even though the General was a woman, and don't forget about Missy... Come on! Personally, I don't care for one second that our favorite time lord will soon be a time lady.
  • All I'm asking is that you at least give the 13th Doctor a chance. I didn't like Peter Capaldi at first, either, but now I'm sad to see him leave. If you don't like her after her first episode (and no, this year's Christmas special doesn't count; her first full episode), that's fine. But don't go all crazy just because we have our first female doctor... that's all I'm saying!!
picascribit’s Scorbus Arc

My Scorbus Arc is now officially edited and polished. I will start working on podficcing it soon.

  • Best Mates (rated G, 3400 words) - When Albus confesses his feelings for him, at first Scorpius isn’t sure whether he loves Albus or LOVES Albus. 
  • Hogsmeade Outing (G, 2700) - On their first date in Hogsmeade, Scorpius decides he doesn’t want his relationship with Albus to have to be a secret.
  • Protego Club (G, 4600) - Albus and Scorpius are invited to join the Hogwarts LGBT club. They will make new friends, whether Albus likes it or not. (This story contains some of my favourite OCs, as well as a massively diverse, queer cast of characters, but is sadly the least popular of my fics from this arc. I hope you will give it a shot.)
  • Albus Day (T, 7900) - It’s Albus’s 16th birthday, and Scorpius has plans for him. Birthday presents, surprise parties, bad poetry, and dorks in love. Fluff Without Plot.
  • No Distractions (E, 8200) - While studying for OWLs, Albus and Scorpius turn kissing from a distraction into an incentive. But once their exams are finished, they want no distractions from each other.
  • The Talk (M, 5000) - After coming out to his parents about his relationship with Scorpius, Albus is not prepared for an all-new gay version of the “birds and the bees” conversation with his father, or the secret Harry shares with him.
  • Missing Pieces (T, 6900) - When Scorpius finally gathers the courage to come out to his father, at first Draco doesn’t take it very well. Angst and drama with a happy ending.
  • Merlin’s Whiskers (G, 2100) - Scorpius decides to get himself a present for his 17th birthday. Albus takes some convincing.

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you please write a scenario of Slytherin!Haechan falling for a hufflepuff? 💕

Avery Secrets 

Word Count: more than last time  ~1842

Genre: Fluff & tiny bit of Angst

Notes: I had so much fun writing this ^^ hope you guys enjoy it. Also a mutual recommended that I put a keep reading in so here it is:

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Jeon Jungkook

Genre : Royal au x Witch au 

Title : Blessings

Characters : You (Kwon Y/N), Jeon Jungkook, etc.

Synopsis : Today is the Prince’s 17th birthday and the royal family invited all of the royalties and also the witches or wizards to come for the party. Your family and you are the highest rank of witches and wizard so the King invited you to bless the Prince. 

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anonymous asked:

Have you seen the show Little Bear? I think it had something kinda like what you described if I remember right. It confused me as a kid because there were two random human characters among the cast of animals. Every friend of the anthro bear family was a talking but non-anthro animal, but the granny and child down the way were inexplicably human.

Little Bear goose is named Goose, the owl named Owl, the cat named Cat, a hen named Hen, and a human named Emily (the most unsuitable name for a human)

Little Bear is confusing cause the domestic animal characters are all just people  living on their own but humans and non sapient dogs live amoungst them.

I’m more perturbed by the fact that Little Bear’s parents wear cloths but let their son run around in the woods bear bare naked

sonicsfan1998  asked:

Can you do a story where Sonic finally gets the courage to tell Amy he loves her? Some people really go out of character with Sonic and Tails, make sure you don't go out of character please, like some fanfictions do, it throws me off and makes me see Sonic in a slightly darker light.

I make it my life’s WORK to try and stay in character, hon XD But I also have to say that it will be AU (out of character) for Sonic to just up and say it, you know? So you’re asking for a very canon moment between the two where he ‘kinda’ says he loves her but not so directly, right?

In most of my prompts, I usually have it where Sonic and Amy are a little older, just so that Sonic can feel those ‘hormones’ a little stronger XD and feel the need to not want to keep it all ‘same old, same old’ anymore too.

But I digress, on with the show! :D/ (Are you expecting Tails to be in this prompt, or..? 0-o)


Sonic zig-zagged between the robotic horsemen’s legs, seeing the robotic centaur look down and step away, having in one hand an electric spear, and the other, Amy Rose…

“Okay! I believe you!” Amy kicked her legs as the robot sent a bolt of lightning down at Sonic, who flipped into the air and started climbing the floating stones to get to the Centaurs weak-points.

The centaur was being controlled by the machines, the storybook having a corrupted God from mythology use his mechanical know-how to corrupt his fellow Gods and also their beings.

He was sucked into this world and Amy fell in soon after, seeing the book shaking and glowing, her curiosity just got the best of her.

Sonic rammed his head into the last remaining red button that connected the whole of the machine to the centaur, as his last piece of shoulder, mechanical armor came off, and he calmed down.

Sonic landed and smiled, holding out his arms as the creature sorrowfully, with a look of asking for forgiveness in his eyes, lowered the girl back into Sonic’s arms.

He nodded, and took off, as Amy kept speaking.

“So… you really WERE King Author! And those… those rings were… Woah! My head’s spinning so much I can’t even think straight!” Amy put her hands to her head, ducking them down and shaking them while Sonic carried on his merry way.

“I mean, I know you get into some tough situations.” Amy was fiddling with her hands as Sonic fought Poseidon in the background.

The scene seems to then shift again as Amy is on a rock and kicking some pebbles around, “And I know you wouldn’t naturally lie to me unless it was something important…” Sonic fights Zeus as the giant lightning bolt is casted into the air, and Sonic jumps to narrowly dodge but uses his Super form to shift the energy away from hitting Amy and then taking down the metal helmet controlling him on his head.

“And I mean, you weren’t really trying to avoid me. I understand that now.” She nods her head as a mechanical owl is gripping her in his claws, cawing to Sonic behind him as Sonic takes him down with the help of another freed God and his accompanying creature.

“So, I guess this means you would have come on time if it weren’t for all these things, right?” She raises an eyebrow, trying to make sure she’s understanding this as some ancients stand below them and seem to bow down in worship to Sonic, who just saved their stories.

Sonic looks over them but only sheepishly smiles, folding his arms before turning to Amy.

“Wait… what just happened?” She looks around, but Sonic scoops her up again and dives into a portal, as they’re suddenly out of the Myth book and laying down on a couch.

“Nothing important.” Sonic shrugs, taking a bite out of an apple, as Amy is suddenly aware she’s wearing a greek robe, with a bowl of fruits in her hands, and a golden lace of leafs as a crown.

“..H-huh?” she suddenly becomes aware of her surroundings as Sonic pulls the bowl towards him, having her on top of him while he lounges. “Basically, you’re right.” he winked, and then continued as he ate a grape. “And as a God, I should probably keep my promises more. So, yeah. I’ll take you back to the heavens sometime.” he nonchalantly ate his meal before putting the bowl down and flicking Amy’s crown.

“You realize those ancients think you’re a Goddess too, right?”

“W-wa-wait, WHAT!?” Amy stuttered, as the crown tilted slightly on her face.

He chuckled, seeing she was too focused in her thoughts to experience the real adventure around her, and adjusted the crown on her head.

“Yeah, I told them you were a mortal I picked up, saved, and then told them I was bringing you back into my world with me.” he lowered his hands, looking at her before sighing a moment and scratching the back of his head.

“Sadly, they misinterpreted this.”

“What?” Amy looked down at the book he was staring at.

Opening it up, she read the last page.

“The Blue, Holy Hedgehog then took his Mortal Woman to the land beyond. And there, it is said they lived out eternity in one another’s arms. Surrounded by music, love, and all things holy.”

Amy blushed, “Holy Hedgehog?”

He put the book down, “Yeah, weird imaginations these people have, huh?”

“W-wai-wait! They think you-!” She turned to point to Sonic, startled, before turning to the book, “T-That we’re-!”

He smiled, “Guess I can’t help it.” Sonic kicked up his feet, putting an arm around the back of the couch, and grinning from ear to ear. “I like my mortal woman.”

He laughed, as Amy hit him in the face with her hammer.

“Careful there, HOLY Hedgehog.” she twitched an eyebrow, before smiling and removing the hammer, looking smugly in her place.

Goddesses have quite the temper.”

(I thought it was cute XD It’s an AU concept but I tried to keep it in Character. Sonic isn’t one to just come out and say it, but if you read enough into it, you’ll get that they think Sonic and Amy are like Hercules and Meg. He took her cause he loved her XD)

Not Who You Think I Am (Part 2)

New? Start HERE!

Gladdy daddy’s up for the count, prepare urselves

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It was the night before you invaded Formouth Garrison that you finally let your thoughts get the better of you. It had been something Gladio said, innocently of course, because really, how could he have known? The guys were talking strategy, what potential entrances they could use, and the ones they couldn’t because of their previous infiltration.

“Well, it’s a good thing we have our own little spy then, huh?” he said, shooting a grin in your direction. You returned it with pursed lips and wide eyes, the sudden burn of acid tickling the back of your throat. You looked back down at the stew in your hands you had barely touched and tried to drown out their voices. Watching the flickering firelight that danced over the fingers, you clutched your plate a little too tightly and thought about the borrowed time that no longer existed.

The guilt— it was eating you from in the inside out.

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