m attempts things

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.

I was inspired to try and find the oldest piece of writing I hadn’t deleted and it’s from right after I turned 14. It… is the most pretentious thing… omfg. I was so proud of this shit. It was my featured deviation, back when the dA lit community was active and cool. I thought I was a fucking prodigy. At least I can confirm that my obsession with girls who have boy names and kiss girls has been ongoing for at least twelve years.

[Fanfic] The Sailor and the Mermaid Ch1

Summary: Mermaids were nothing more than fairytales, they weren’t real. Yet You finds herself questioning that thinking when she meets an actual mermaid, one that saved her life no less. ChikaYou Mermaid AU

Rating: T (Due to a minor instance of an almost swear in the 1st chapter, though I don’t know if things will escalate in later ones)

Word count: 1,240 words

Characters: Takami Chika (mermaid), Watanabe You (sailor)

Pairings: ChikaYou

Notes: I’m attempting a multi chapter thing! This could either go really well and I finish it, or I’m gonna get hit with a massive block and it’ll never be finished. :’’D Let’s hope its not that last part! Also, as you’ll see in the External Links bit below, I now have an Ao3 account where I’ve posted this as well as FFnet and here. :DD Please do check it out there~ Concrit is welcome~

External Links: FFNet, Ao3

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter Nineteen 
The Servant of Lord Voldemort

“Remus!” Pettigrew squeaked, turning to Lupin instead, writhing imploringly in front of him. “You don’t believe this… Wouldn’t Sirius have told you they’d changed the plan?”

“Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter,” said Lupin. “I assume that’s why you didn’t tell me, Sirius?” he said casually over Pettigrew’s head.

“Forgive me, Remus,” said Black.

“Not at all, Padfoot, old friend,” said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. “And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?”

“Of course,” said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face.

Just a very typical Jaspar conversation

Caspar: Best YouTube video?

Joe: Best YouTube video ever?

Caspar: Yeah, your favourite.

Joe: Ummm… your… one of your first videos.

Caspar: *unbelieving* No!

Joe: *nods* Your original videos are hilarious.

Caspar: Are you serious?

Joe: Yeah, i love them.

Caspar: Aww, buddy!

♡ from this interview ♡

Title: Holding On to You

Word Count: 1152

Warnings: It’s bad. Fluffy and bad.

Notes: Today is M’s birthday and she wanted kagune cuddles, so here is a very stupid fic I wrote on my phone to celebrate her womb exiting day. I’m sorry, dear, we both know I can do better, but I still hope you enjoy.

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Alright.

a lil everybody lives (except voldemort) au

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” 

—  Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.

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I’ve decided that most of the profiles that I do for my sims are going to be somewhat similar to this picture format.
Berry’s probably going to be my go-to if I want to make LB’s or w/e.

> Berihun is of Ethiopian and Japanese decent. 
> Nonbinary
> Knows many, snaps at many, always fighting
> Has a soft side, no one has ever seen it
> Models 
> Emancipated 
> Writes in spare time

Credits: @imadako, @sims4-marigold, @divadoom, @lavoieri, @jinglestartk, @salem2342, @dani-paradise, @simpliciaty

Pose: @flowerchamber, @kobaltik