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Harry Potter House Aesthetics

Gryffindor: fast decisions, impulsivity, temperament. A sparkle in the eyes. The will to fight for everything you want. Ambition. Bonfires and drunk words. Dragons and knights and swords. Loud voices in a hallway. Always saying what they’re thinking. Laying outside with the sun shining on their face. Heavily breathing. Running. Wide grins. Falling in love not easily, but when they do, they’re falling hard and love deeply and fiercely. Making other people laugh so hard their sides hurt. Long car rides and singing along loudly with the windows down. Peace signs for a photo. Fierce eyeliner and red lipstick combined with colourful clothing and golden accessories.

Ravenclaw: overthinking things. Worrying. Not handing in homework because they were to busy working on their latest project. Not finishing something and already starting something new. Ink stained fingertips. Instrumental music. Posting a quote under every picture. Creativity. Self-made birthday gifts. Staring at the rain pouring down the windowpane. Sitting in the car and acting like a movie star when a sad song is playing. Earphones on the table. Holding a hot cup of tea. Art journals. Notebooks with half the words stroked. Messy hair. Bringing books to school. Hugging someone when they’re upset without saying a word. Bucket lists full of things they didn’t do yet. Bronze eyeshadow. Dark lipstick.

Hufflepuff: always trying to smile even though they might not be feeling well. Long hugs when they see their friends. The smell of freshly baked cakes and muffins. Sandcastles. Trusting. Understanding. Running home under an umbrella when it’s raining but still smiling. Holding hands with your best friend in public. Laughs in the middle of the night on a sleepover. Daisy chains in your hair. Always sending a good night message to the people they love. Wool socks. Rubber boots. Making compliments. Decorating notebooks with stickers. Marshmallows. Rosé and orange lipstick.

Slytherin: mysterious, reserved. Competitive. Silent whispers in the hallway. Black coffee. Planning out things. Always afraid they’re not who they’re supposed to be. High expectations for themselves. Clean rooms. Emo lyrics on exercise book papers. City lights. Watching the stars appear with a glass of red wine. Smirks, raising one eyebrow. Being careful not to leave marks in the books they read. Moonlight through a window. Sharp retorts. The smell of cologne and brand new books. Dark chocolate. Black and white photography. Mint leaves in a cup of hot tea. Keeping a diary. Winged eyeliner and silver bracelets and necklaces.

How to scare a digital artist.

You’re at your computer in the dead of night, blasting music into your ears while finishing your latest project. Your digital art application fills your whole screen while you scribble away diligently on your tablet. Suddenly your headphones cutout and whatever audio you were listening too goes silent. You check the headphone cord and audio source and they both seem fine. You try to go back to drawing but you can’t focus, your mind is scattered. You stretch out to help yourself relax but out the corner of your eye you see a figure.

You turn around.

Nothing.

You tell yourself your just exhausted, to many all-nighters, and go back to work.
About five minutes later you hear it.

Breathing.
Filtered and contained, as if from behind a mask.

You whip around again and are once again greeted by nothing but darkness. You tell yourself your just imagining things, but your not so sure.
You’re beginning to panic.
Calm down.
You close your eyes. Just breath.
Just calm down.
Calm down.
Calm.

You open your eyes.

It’s there.

Right next to you.

You can hear it’s clammy breathing again.
The darkness itself seems to drip off this being.
You can’t move.
It opens an orifice in its head that could barely be classified as a mouth. It’s jaws seem to part the way to the gates of hell itself, beckoning you in. Your mind feels as if it was splitting open, a migraine symphony with a terrible screeching chorus. You want to clutch your head but you can’t, you arms won’t move.

And just like that.

Silence.

Two words emit from the being.

Two words pierce the dead air.

It says,

W̭̫̰̗̮̘ͨ̽̂̕ ̰ͩ̊. R̘̯͚̹̺̠͈̀̉̒ͪ̈̚. ̧̰͗̆́́̌O̢̱̤̤̱̪̲͒̓̽͂ ̟͕͚̳͇̟̭̈̃͠. Ǹ̨͓͓̳̭ ̻̤͔͕̙͌. G̟̥̦̻̪̞̺̐͞ ̢͖̗͈̫̗̹̥̉ͪ̈́̓̃ͭ̚ ̦̏̎̀̅ ̳͉̲̘̻̌̐̆ͫ̑ͩ̈́.


L̶̠ ̣ͨ́̓̋̅. A͍͓̜̱̍̌́. ̤͖̜̺ͩͨ͒͑ͩ̚͡ͅY̭̯̣̝̗̤̻͒̿̀̈̌͗̃ ̥̯͂̊̒͑ͯ̿͢. E̜̯̟͚̱̦͍̎̓̌ͯ ̼̠̣͈̓̀͞. R̂̕.


You wake up in a cold sweat.

Ambivalent: JB

when you wake up with him
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You hadn’t even opened your eyes yet, but you could already feel them refusing to do so. Your mind and body began to wake, but your heavy eyelids stayed shut as you buried your face into your pillow.

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So it’s 2:46am and I finally finished my latest project - “Every Time that Captain Janeway Swears.mp4″. You’re bloody welcome and I’m going to bed now.

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Holy shit, Frank actually released new music!

In the late hours of Thursday night, Frank Ocean fans’ prayers were answered as the R&B crooner walked backed into his lonely, black and white livestream and finished his latest project. It happened around midnight: Apple Music released Endless, a 16-track album presented as a 45-minute short film. But wait, it gets better. Boys Don’t Cry is still coming — and soon.

Fate’s Design.

based on this post

@lilacblossoms I hope you like it.


Marinette sighed in relief as she finished her latest project. She looked down at the scarf and smiled to herself, it had taken forever to find the right shade of green for this project. She wrapped up the creation and placed it into her bag before running off to meet Cat for their patrol.

Cat hummed to himself as he sat on the Eiffel Tower, watching over Paris for any signs of an Akuma “Hey kitty cat” a voice said. Cat smiled and turned to face Ladybug, who was standing there innocently with her hands behind her back. “Hello My lady, ready to patrol?” he asked “Almost, but first, I have something for you” she said, smiling.

Cat’s ears perked up, usually her gifts to him consisted of sweets and pastries. “What could it be I wonder” he said, smirking at her. He looked down at what she presented with awe and confusion. It was a thin, wide, black box. “I hope you like it” she said, smiling.

Cat took the box and opened it, a look of surprise on his face.

Inside the box was a scarf. It was a beautiful emerald green and was incredibly soft “It matches your eyes” Ladybug said, smiling. Cat took the scarf out of the box and held it out in front of him, a large smile on his face as he suddenly hugged Ladybug. “Thank you my lady!” he said, swinging her around. Ladybug squealed in surprise before giggling as she was put down “I take it you like it?” she asked smiling. “Absolutely!” Cat said, his expression like a child who had just been given a piece of candy.

“I’m glad…I put a lot of work into it” Ladybug said, smiling. Cat froze suddenly “You…you made this?!” he asked in awe. Ladybug laughed nervously and nodded. “Yup, I uh…dabble…in sewing” she said awkwardly. “Thank you very much! I’ll treasure it forever!” he said.


Adrien entered his room, holding the scarf close to his chest and sighing with content. Ladybug had given him a gift, his Ladybug!

He looked around his room, wondering where he could store the scarf before he opened one of his drawers, finding the scarf his father had given him for his birthday. He smiled at the memory and placed the new scarf next to it, freezing suddenly.

The scarves were exactly the same.

The same stitching, the same soft fabric, the same design, the only difference was their color

How was this possible?

Adrien’s brain ran through several possibilities before finally arriving at one.

His father had bought the scarf from Ladybug’s secret identity.

That had to be it!

“I need to find the designer…the designer has to be Ladybug!” he whispered to himself. Plagg snickered as he flew out of Adrien’s shirt “really? Weren’t you making a big deal about wanting to grant Ladybug’s wishes about keeping her identity secret?” Plagg asked.

Adrien thought for a moment before smiling mischievously “Well…if I wanted to find the designer to compliment their work…and the designer HAPPENED TO BE Ladybug’s identity…” Adrien said. Plagg stared at Adrien before bursting out laughing “You’re becoming more and more like a true Cat Noir!” he said, still laughing.

“I learn from the best”

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Sneak peek of an upcoming fic…I’ve gotten into the habit of doing these now, since I can get your reactions before hand


Marinette sighed in relief as she finished her latest project. She looked down at the scarf and smiled to herself, it had taken forever to find the right shade of green for this project. She wrapped up the creation and placed it into her bag before running off.

Cat hummed to himself as he sat on the Eiffel Tower, watching over Paris for any signs of an Akuma “Hey kitty cat” a voice said. Cat smiled and turned to face Ladybug, who was standing there innocently with her hands behind her back. “Hello My lady, ready to patrol?” he asked “Almost, but first, I have something for you” she said, smiling.

Cat’s ears perked up, usually her gifts to him consisted of sweets and pastries. “What could it be I wonder” he said, smirking at her. He looked down at what she presented with awe and confusion. It was a thin, wide, black box. “I hope you like it” she said, smiling.

Cat took the box and opened it, a look of surprise on his face.

Inside the box was a scarf. It was a beautiful emerald green and was incredibly soft “It matches your eyes” Ladybug siad, smiling. Cat simply took the scarf out of the box and held it out in front of him, a large smile on his face as he suddenly hugged Ladybug. “Thank you my lady!” he said, swinging her around. Ladybug squealed in surprise before giggling “I take it you like it?” she asked smiling. “Absolutely!” Cat said, his expression like a child who had just been given a piece of candy.

“I’m glad…I put a lot of work into it” Ladybug said, smiling. Cat froze suddenly “You…you made this?!” he asked in awe. Ladybug laughed nervously and nodded. “Yup, I uh…dabble…in sewing” she said awkwardly. “Thank you very much! I’ll treasure it forever!” he said.