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The Signs as Pokemon Sun and Moon Things
  • TAURUS: m a l a s a d a
  • GEMINI: Kukui just walking in your house after knocking like wtf dude
  • CANCER: Kiawe's fabulous volcano dance challenge
  • VIRGO: Professor Burnet
  • LIBRA: U L T R A B E A S T S
  • SAGITTARIUS: the dragon type exeggutor
  • CAPRICORN: the cryptic references to death the eevee evolution users make after beating them (??????)
  • AQUARIUS: wondertrade




Lunafreya Nox Fleuret ; The Passing of the Oracle



time-travel au except instead of anakin/obi-wan/padmé going back in time, it’s one or a few of the Brothers

can you imagine what that would be like?

qui-gon and obi-wan are fighting darth maul on naboo, maul is clearly winning, and out of nowhere there’s this h u g e surge in the force

everyone is disoriented, maul recovers first and moves to deliver a killing blow, and all of a sudden he gets shot in the back like 27 times

in the background there’s the nearly incoherent babble of “kriffing hells that hurt what was it what happened holy shit that’s a sith that is definitely a sith should we shoot it sir we should definitely shoot it it’s about to kill a general we have to help did we kill it is it dead it’s gotta be dead now go check it i don’t want to check it let’s just shoot it again there it’s gotta be dead now are you alright generals”

maul is definitely dead, the energy shield things power down, obi-wan rushes to his master’s side and the incoherent babble gets louder as they’re suddenly surrounded by a team of men in white and blue armor all scrambling to provide aid

obi-wan, satisfied that his master isn’t going to get himself fucking m u r d e r e d any time soon, turns to examine to newcomers

a hush falls over the group when they see his face

then, out of the silence, comes “….holy kriff, sir, your boyfriend is a b a b y” followed by one of the men smacking the back of another’s helmet with a loud crack and growling “shut the fuck up, fives”

everyone is very confused for the foreseeable future

(bonus: the Brothers are d e l i g h t e d to meet baby!anakin, and he is equally delighted. no one else is delighted by a group of highly-trained soldiers calling a 9yo “general” and visibly restraining themselves from doing exactly what he tells them at all times.)

anonymous asked:

uh could you do some hcs bout Michael or Connor confessing to someone they've been pining over for a while? thx fam and good luck on your portfolio!

hello !!! i hope you like these HCs!! and i m sorry they aren t very good aaaa i hope you enjoy!!! and thankyou!!!!


-          Please, let this boy be happy

-          Michael probably had a whole thing set up okay

-          Like either you two are downstairs, playing video games, drinking Pepsi Crystal and he was planning on having a sleepover with u

-          He!!! Was!!! Shaking!!!!!

-          ‘michael wth I m beating u in Mario kart u okay’

-          ‘the student has surpassed the master’

-          Okay but his face would be all red and he d just look really cute

-          He honestly just doesn t believe that he deserves you and thinks that n o matter what u say, you will always be able to find someone better and it just ???? fucks him up and scares him

-          But the two of you will start calming down a bit and maybe u guys are just talking about school and he just turns to u and is like

-          ‘do u wanna share a slushie with me sometime? And maybe go to the arcade?’

-          And at first ur really confused like ???? we go to the arcade and stuff all of the time w Jeremy ??

-          And he sees the confusion, and he quickly adds

-          ‘I mean without Jeremy, yknow? The two of us? And,,, I ll pay for everything and all’

-          And u finally get it and !!!! ur face lights up !!! and Michael sees ur smile and he starts smiling and!!!! He s just really happy that ur smiling !!! and wow!!! This might work!!

-          U tell him that u ll totally go with him, but only if he confirms that it is a date

-          And while blushing and giggling he just responds ‘it’s a date !!!’ and he s all gushy and just !!! wow u actually want to go on a date w him!!!

-          U just made Michael a vvvv happy boy and he s so in love w u ???? he ll do anything for u and will buy u all of the slushies and honestly he just has a heck ton of tokens at the arcade take good care of him <3


-          Lbr connor would repress all of his romantic emotions for u

-          U wanted to hold his hand? No big deal, not like he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach or anything ahhhahah what

-          The poor boy would sometimes be a total dick??? Just so u don t suspect anything???

-          But one day the two of you are star gazing and the moon light just looks sososo pretty reflecting in ur eyes and ur hair and u just look so kissable and he just loses himself in ur eyes

-          Once u notice and look at him, he immediately looks away and his face just explodes into a bright shade of red that the moonlight can t show and he s so embarrassed??? Ur going to think he s a creep?? Why would u want to date him??? Wth???

-          He slowly just starts yelling at himself mentally and all of his doubts are coming back but u just kinda slide ur hand onto his and he ??? nearly screams

-          The two of u just kinda sit there like that for a bit and then connor just sputters out

-          ‘I think I like you’

-          ‘you think?’

-          ‘okay, fuck, no’

-          ‘you don t like me?’

-          ‘no – I do like you’

-          ‘are you sure?’

-          ‘why the fuck wouldn t I like you?’

-          And then he just goes on and  o n about everything he loves about you and he doesn t even realize but he just slowly starts adding comments about how he doesn t get why someone as cute as you would hang out with a fuckwad like him

-          And it just breaks your heart?? Bc here is this tall, tough looking dude just g u s h I n g about everything he loves about you and how much he despises himself and he just wants you to be happy and ???

-          Instead of saying anything, u just gently hold his hand and lean ur head on his shoulder and u guys just stay like that for a while, just in each other’s presence and just making sure that connor knows u are here and that u are there for him

-          Connor is doing his best right now, and that s all u can ask for


((sequel to humid, papaya, and sunscreen))

When Keith Shadis asks something of you, it’s not as much as a request as it is a demand. That’s why, when on his rare day off, Levi wakes up a little before six am to the sound of his phone blaring on the nightstand and sees Shadis’ name on the screen, he knows that he’s screwed.

As it happens, one of the waiters had called in sick, and though Levi keeps insisting that he’s a bartender and not a waiter, this difference seems inconsequential to Shadis. Even as he’s trying to reason with the man, Levi finds himself stumbling out of bed and reaching for his clothes, a part of him already having resigned to his fate. It’s not the first time he’s been called in at a moment’s notice, and since it’s common knowledge that he’d sell his soul for a bit of extra pay, it probably won’t be the last.

Still, there’s always room for haggling, and he manages to convince Shadis to let him go as soon as breakfast is over. It’s just a couple of hours, and at the end he’ll get to snack on the leftovers, so it could be worse. From the moment Levi steps in the kitchen and sets to work slicing up fruits and plating cheese and ham, he’s counting the minutes to his eventual freedom.

By the time it’s fifteen minutes to ten, he at last breathes a sigh of relief. Shadis is in an unusually good mood today, and since Levi’s section of the dining room is already nearly empty, maybe he could leave a little early. There’s a few of older German ladies finishing their tea by the door, a couple who are more interested in making heart eyes at each other than actually eating, and a young girl with her parents who’s going back for seconds of cereal. As long as no-one else shows up, Levi’s sure that Shadis’ staff can handle the rest just fine.

As he’s gathering up plates from an empty table, he hears a painfully familiar laugh sound from behind him, and before he’s even turned around he knows exactly who it is.

Eren’s stopped to exchange a few words with the German ladies, and as one of them reaches up to touch his arm, visibly swooning, Levi has to resist the urge to fling a plate at her. Eren’s as handsome as ever, the sleeves of his pristine white shirt rolled up to his elbows and his hair wispy and mussed like he’d just rolled out of bed. The first couple of buttons of his shirt have been left open, revealing a delicious stretch of his neck and collarbones. Obscene, Levi thinks, his gaze drawn to the strong lines of Eren’s jaw and the curve of his mouth, shameless, illegal, how dare he?

Then, Eren looks up at him, and though a little surprised, flashes Levi a beaming smile. Definitely illegal.

Levi flees to the kitchen with the dishes, but he can’t hide in there for too long, because of course Eren decides to sit in his section. He looks at Levi from head to toe as he approaches, a slight smile playing on his lips, and suddenly Levi feels so very naked despite of being in full uniform.

“Good morning, sir,” he intones in clumsy German, not missing how Eren raises a brow at him. “Would you like tea or coffee?”

“Buenos días, querido,” Eren replies with a smile. “Coffee, please. How nice to see you here. You don’t usually work mornings, do you?”

“I do not. Just a moment, please.”

He’s quick to head back into the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee while trying to forget about those heated green eyes. He remembers what it had felt like, the softness of Eren’s lips against his and how perfectly their bodies had fit together. And his hands, dear fucking God, he remembers those hands stroking delicate patterns over his stomach and then wandering even lower, remembers how Eren had reduced him into a whining mess just with his graceful fingers.

All those thoughts are doing nothing in helping him calm down. He takes a deep breath, then a second one, before picking up the coffee and jug of milk with shaky hands. He can do this. It’s just breakfast, he’ll survive.

Eren’s exactly where he left him, though he’s gotten himself some toast and a heaping bowl of strawberries and Nutella from the buffet. Levi watches, transfixed, as he pops a strawberry in his mouth, his tongue flicking out to clean off some of the juice running down his finger. His eyes meet Levi’s and he grins, looking like he wants to devour him right there and then.

Levi clears his throat heavily. “Milk or sugar?” he asks as he fills Eren’s coffee cup, trying not to acknowledge how he can practically see down Eren’s shirt from this angle.

“Plenty of milk, thanks,” Eren replies, an edge of concern creeping into his voice as he goes on, “I hope you’re not working all the day into the evening today.”

With a quick glance towards the clock, Levi picks up the milk. “I was supposed to get off about five minutes ago, actually,” he quips, fighting back a shiver when he feels Eren’s hand trailing along his waist, “until someone decided to show up for breakfast at the last moment.”

Eren’s touch wanders lower until his fingers are resting over the swell of Levi’s ass. His eyes are alight with playful mischief as he says in what’s barely a whisper, “Ah, you know you can get off in front of me, I wouldn’t mind.”

Levi’s hand slips, and it’s like the world slows down for a few fateful moments. He watches in horror as the jug of milk falls from his grip, its contents splattering all over the table and the floor, and worst of all, Eren. It clatters loudly against the tiles as it lands by Levi’s feet, and even with his attention solely on Eren, he can tell that everyone in the room is staring at the two of them.

It’s silent and still for a long while. Eren’s the first to speak up. “Well, that’s not exactly the kind of white and creamy fluid of yours I hoped you’d cover me in,” he states, more amused than anything. His wet shirt is clinging on to his chest and stomach, showing off the outlines of his muscles, and that kind of a distraction is not helping the situation at all.

“Fuck,” Levi whispers, panic creeping into his voice. “I am so, so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine, darling, don’t worry about it,” Eren’s quick to assure him with a warm smile as he reaches to grasp Levi’s hands. “It was probably a bad idea to grope you while you’re working. My apologies.”

“What is going on here?”

As Levi turns, he finds himself face to face with Shadis, and that’s more than enough to divert his attention away from Eren’s body. The man has schooled his face into the most neutral and polite expression he can manage, though the twitch in his left eyebrow betrays the fact that he’s only seconds away from flying into a fit of rage.

“It fell,” Levi says, but before he can go on, Eren interrupts him.

“It’s fine, it was my fault,” he tells Shadis with one of his most charming smiles. “I touched his ass, I had it coming.”

Shadis falls silent, looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that has brought him to this precise moment in time. After clearing his throat, he states, “Mr. Jaeger, we have a strict policy regarding inappropriate behaviour and harassment towards our staff.”

“No, but I liked it,” Levi blurts out, both Eren and Shadis turning to look at him, the former adoring and the latter slightly nauseous. “It was consensual ass touching.”

“Well,” Shadis starts off, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “In that case.”

“I should probably go change my clothes, though,” Eren states, rearranging his wet neckline and somehow succeeding to bare even more skin. Levi hears one of the German ladies gasp like a dying fish. “Would you mind serving me breakfast up to my room?”

“Yes, of course,” Levi rushes to exclaim, his face burning. “I’m sorry.”

Eren gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “No apologizing,” he says, his voice taking on a breathy tone as he adds, “Though I could always punish you a little, if that’s what you’re into.”

“I’m gonna go now,” Shadis interjects flatly, his eyes taking on the thousand-yard stare of a man who has already seen too much. Off he goes, not looking back, and though Levi’s still bright red, at least he’d managed to avoid Shadis’ wrath.

After dabbing at his mouth with napkin, Eren stands up. It gives Levi an even better view of his stomach, wet fabric hugging his abdomen, and though he’s seen Eren shirtless by the pool countless times, this is completely different and more erotic somehow. If they weren’t in the middle of the dining room Levi thinks he’d probably be dragging his tongue across Eren’s clothed torso by now.

The amused glint in Eren’s eye tells him that he’s been caught staring. He grasps on to the lapels of Levi’s uniform as he leans in closer. “Meet me up in my room in five minutes,” he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of Levi’s ear. “Bring the strawberries and Nutella. I wanna find out how they taste when I eat them off of your body.”


crush him.png oikawa needs to be careful about what he puts on snap

this was inspired by a conversation i had with @notallballs abt kageyama’s killer thighs. 

The partygoers’ cheers die in their wine-slick throats. 

Portia trips her way up the scaffold, shoving the guards away from Julian and falling in front of him, trembling with sobs. Julian kneels to her height. 

He smiles fondly, laughs softly. It hurts his throat. “You’re still as short as I remember, huh?” 

Portia throws her arms around and sobs into his shoulder, small fingers gripped tight around his shirt, trying to convince herself that he’s there, he’s real, he’s breathing.

Julian whispers, soothes. “It’s okay.” 

But that tone was reserved for patients. Portia could see through the lie.

The wide-eyed crowd parts for Nadia, calling out Portia’s name. 

“Portia, get down from there.”

“You can’t!” Portia screams. She’s breathing harsh, tears streaming. A hiccupping sob wracks her. “You can’t.” 

Nadia stands tall, swallows hard.

“Your majesty.” Portia pleads. Julian turns his head away from the crowd. The night grows cold as the wind blows through. The noose above them sways. 

She whispers this time. “Nadia.” 




“So who’s side are you on?”

“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”

“If you had to pick one of them, who would you pick?”

“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”

“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and he’s just a ball of energy.”

“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”

“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around knives.”

“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s asking for a bad time.”

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”

“Overall they’re both bad people. If they existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”

“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”


“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Ok. G’night.”

I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I had.

I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding, cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e   y o u r   c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.

Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering, my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.


D͙̝̫̘͕̳̫͉͙̊̍̎̔̉͢ Ḭ͚͙͕̻͈͑̑́̾͗͗͗̂ D̶̯͙̹̩̦̫͉̆̇͆̈͐   Y͙̳̦̥̥̻̑̊̉̄͊̾ͅͅͅ Ǒ̶̬̬͓̘͇͙̅̐̉͋̓ U̜̠̠̩̩͌̍̀͌̊͠   M̷̢̰͈̣̣̮̖͂̒̾̈͋͑ Ì̢̜̰̜͉̥͗͑̎̔̃̇̽̉̔ Ṡ̙̜̙̙͎͐̈́̕͘ S̷̡̡̛̰̟̃̋̊̐̋̉̉͐͘͟   M̴͙͉͙͇̀̽̓̃͛͛͌̓̕͜͝ Ḙ̛̮̝̿͆́̀͊̄͜͢͝ ?̢̩̯̤̭͎̫͚́̌̃͐̽̌͢ .̷̠͙͍͇͍̪̘͌͌̀̒́́̈́̓ .̷̡͇̬̙̪̋̈̍̏̂̄̌͊͘


“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.

The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.

Y O U ’ R E   N E V E R   E V E R   G O I N G   T O   E S C A P E   M E .

I turned away from him as his image ran alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.

The computer screens flashed, Anti materialized.

Y̧̛̫͚͙͑̀̋̽͡ͅọ̸̲̪̭̳̲̩͈̬̅͛̾͂̑͑̊͂̊̆u̵̙̳͖̱̯̮̭̯͚͗̎̕̕͡ c͈͎͇͓̲̥͖̰̐̾̂̒̋̀̓â̢̧̻͉̳̻͂͐̓̇͞n̸͖͚̲̤̰͕̒̊̿͘͜͜͡’̵̡̨̢̼͍̿͒̈͊̏̋̽́͜ͅt̗̻̮̗̭͔͍̿̔̉̊͘͝ͅͅ ǵ̸̱̼͔̜̩͕̥̆̍̔̋̾̍̿̚͝ę̶̛͍̝̱̗̪͋̔͐̉̀͑̿t̝͙͓̜̗͕͔͇̀̊̓̐͂̇̒̇͘ͅ r̠̠̩͉̈̃̽̊̌͛͠ͅi̡̨̛̟̼͇͕̖̣̹͎̔̍̌̀ḑ̵͖͇͔͚̞̏̒͋̔̓̍̏̓̐̚͢͢ͅ ō̮̘̜̥̮̦̙̞̲̍̌̇͆͂f̶̪̗̦͖͕̜̉́̆̉̓̓͘ m̠̼̪̫̲̤̬͑̌̓̽̍̓̾͠͞͞ȩ̷͓̠̣͙̫͆̾͆͐͆̏͆̈͐͜!̷̖͕͉̳͙̐̉̓̓̀

His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider. The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE

I ’ V E   B E E N  W A I T I N G   P A T I E N T L Y .

I̯̘͓̖̗̲͙͒̽̓͑̈́’͈̣̼̖̞̱͒̂̐̾̋͆̽́͢͝v̷̩̻͕͇̋͗̊̌͗̆͘͜ȩ̶͖͇̗͋̎̾̄̊͑͟ b̴̻̪̱͉̟̾̀͌̈́̂͛̈́̉̾͞ẹ̶̢̫͈̲̄͂͋̈̽͜͠ę̥͔̮͇̥̞̱̯͋͆̍́̍͋̎̽n̢̡̛̙̭͎͙̰͓̂̀͆̈́̅̐̈̚ h̛̬͈̹̺̼̣͂̏̔̐̑̽̚͡ḛ͈͎̩̺͕̙̎̆͂̇͛̂͆r̶̦̻̲͔̼̄͂̉͂͌̿͗̿͡ͅͅĕ̡̹͉̖͇̞̼̥̭͊̉̋̿̑ t͙͕̥̼̽̿̄̔̀͐̕͜ḩ̶͙͚͓͕̗̿̒͋͆̾̔͛̓̕͜͞ͅi̴̢̛̺̗̺̝͂̄̊̊͊͢s̵̲̠̜̹̦͕͛͐̔̿͗̃͌̔ e̶͙͚͙͙̪͚̊͛̅̈̾̑̎̐͝n̵̺͍̗͉͔̂̐́̀̏͘t̶͚̘͕̱̪̞̥̘̳̽̌͂̔͑̍̓̃͟i̧̨͈̟̔͛̄̎̓͟r̜̝̜͚̰̽̑͒̾́ę̢̟͈̲̼̻̹̜͂̿̓̾̾ t͉̻̻̳͋͐̃͒̋̾́̏̃͢i̴̢̡̞͖͍̦͈̟̰̩̎̊̆́̀͋͠ṁ̴̡̪̹̫̟̘̆͌̅̔͜͜͝ę̖̣̯̘̼̭̌̈́̀̆̄̓̊͂͘͝!̵̨̢̧̤̤͙͛̏̔̽̇̓̔͞͝

“I don’t care!!” I screamed. “I don’t want either of you!!”

Y̴̨̢͙͉͇̬͖̺̍͊̾̔͌o̸̟͍̘͉̲̦̻͔̟͖͛̑͑̒̾̀͝ų̶̲̰̜͕̣̘͒̐̈͋̂͐̈́͢ͅ s̨̢̤̼̣̘͈͂̏̿̋͗́̀̉͒͢͞ͅt̵͕͍̪̰̩̲̦̱͈̓̐̈̀̓̐ő͔̣̫̘͕̯̦̝̿̈̊́̈́͞p̶̨̖̪̘̱͔̌̉̾̉̇̊̉͜p̴̼͔̬̣̦͙̥͇̀͗͗́͜͞e̵̡̧̧̢̛̛̯̯̙̯̮͇͗̏͌́̾͝ḏ͚̮͎͑͛̾̽͋̆̐͟͞͞ p̸̡̜͎͇̳̩̦͕̥̹̾́̓̋̋̏̀à̛͔̖̟̰̘̜̘͔͖̓͌͞y̮̩͔̰̦̺͌͋̓̓̾̇ͅi̼̦̱͔̞̖̟͒̾̓͐̄́̅̚ņ͚̥͖͈̬̦̝̀͊̽̓̀͟͢͞g̸̱̦̦̤̤̠̹̾̓̍́̅̕͘̚͢͢͡ à͉͚͔͚̪͐͌̎̍͑̕͘t̷̡̢̛͙̬̻̭̔̅͂̌́̾͟͠t̙̰̰̲͙̮͍̲͂̿̉͌͛̐̍̃̆͠ȩ̛̹͚̮̰̐͆͊̄̆̊͆̄͠n̥̼̣̭͎͎̅̇͐͐̀͋̉̚͜ͅt̙̩̙͎̪͍̂̈́̀̔̉͂̀̀i̬̳̹͖̬̯͈͇̗͆̆̂͛̓͝o̸̯̟̣̥͖͐̓̃̀̐̔̋̚͞͝n̟̘̞͈̩̱̰̯͉̯̒̂͒͘͡!̡̣͔̮̳̝̄͆̑͗͗͛͗͆͜͝ͅ

I ’ V E    B E E N  P U S H E D   A S I D E .

T̴͍̝̠̭̯̭̰͓̃̎̑̃͡h̢͚̻̟̜̹̪̊̒͂͛́̽̒̎͟͜ͅr̴̛̠̠̱̖͖̯̗̻̥͛̇̑̌̐̑̕͡e̸̺̠̫̲̱̅̀̎̓̆͡ͅw̵̧̡͓̙̮͍̮̼̏̓̍̐͗̌̃̀͢͠ m̶̡̡̮̟̻̙̩̦̈́͐͒̊̈́́̀͢͞͞͠ͅḝ͔̜̻͚̽̓̓̌ a͉͖͍͐̀͌̌͂͌͢͢͢͜͝s̛̖̲̠͍͈̤͆̔̽͑̚î̸̢̡̡͕̬̮̩͍̠͍͂̉̔̉͂͌d̶̮̞̞̫̟̉̊̃͛̐̇͘͠ȩ̨̜́̎͊͋̄̉̍͢͟!͈̪̥͎͔̰̮̤̯́̀̊̕̕

R E P L A C E D .

S͖̜̦̩͈̾̅͆̃̈́̑̿̚͢͟o̶̠͇̹̗̼̭͌͆̑̐̕͝m̠͚̠̥̙̀̄̐̀͊̃͂͋̕͘͢͟e̸̡͈͓̪͈̱͓̍̆̊̿͜͜͝o̶̢̳̯̦̳̼͌̃̀̽̋͜͝n̛̜͎̖̪̜̒͗̋́͌͌͒͜ę̨̣̥͍̝̪̜͖̒́̓͝͠ t̴͔͍͈̫̻͚͛̀̐͌̌͠o̷̧̨̧̫̤̟͔̮̮͍͂͛͊͐̎̋͐̄̽͑ r͎̫̼̳̬͈̀̌̔̃̿̾͐͟͞e̢̛͖̤̤̳̔̂̽̂͂͆̈́̆̚p̢̨̛̤͖̠͈̀̿́̑̕͘l̨̰̬̦̺͚͔̲̞̉͗̿̌̉͂́̋̐͘á̴͕̭̣̘̩̜͛́̍̊̋̓͟͞c̵̗̦̼͖͈̀͊͑͆̾͘͞͞ȅ̷̢͎̫̝͇̫̗͔̍̑͑̚͟͝ͅ m̨̧̢̢͍̩̭͔̏̉̆̿̀͊͊e̟̘̯̯̯̯͚̖͚̓̿̓̍͠!̸̡̱̯̻̬̗́̀͐͋̏̓͝͞

M O C K E D .

“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.

N O   M O R E .  N E V E  R   A G A I  N .

I kept running, gasping desperately for air, but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.

Ľ̷̛̳̠̼͈͔͎͙̠́̃́̈́̇͑͟͡͠i̛̛̪͙̼̱͛̎̾ͅṣ̜̖͓̜̜̤̣̼̖͐̓̓̂͡ţ̶͍̳͓̝̞̯̺̊͛̋̋̎̊̑̆̚͠ę̰̻̥̣̻͒͗̑̄͡n̙͔̗̩͔̻̫̻̰̗̂͒̈́̅͝͠ ṱ̸̩̣͓͈͕̇̊̓̇͘̕͢o̪͕̭͖̠̽̃̽͐̅̂͞͝͡ m̢͚͈͓̞̞̳͒̒͗̄̋̉͋̑̾̍͢e̸̩͙͉̥͔͊̓́̅͒̚̕͡!̻̯̲̳͇͂̿͒͒̅̾̚̕͡

Y O U   J U S T  N E E D   T O   L E T   M E   I N .

Ï̸̡͔̗̜̺̟̾̓͗̈͘͝ a̵͈̘̲̯͈͖̩̝͎̠̓̑͛̊͠͝ḿ̴͖̹̭̺͙͕̄̔̅̓͂̏̌̾͠ ḩ̷̯͖̘̒̿̈͂̂͒͟͟͟͝ȩ̶̨̪̲̉̎̀̓̉̉ͅŗ̧̺͔͙̫͖̭̳̮͗̑̀̏͐̅ě̴̗̠̰̣͉̘͓̪̬̪̒͑͗̄̄̃̅̂͝ n̸̦̤̘̙̝̠͚̙̒̔̎͋̽͢͝͠ó̵̮̦͔̩̝͖́͐͋͛͛̍̌̀̒w̨̡͔͕͔͚̲̰̩͆̂̎͆̀͐̏̚̕̚!̵̖̪͖̤͐̀͆̇̔͛̂͗̋̃͜ͅ

I   C A N   P R O V I D E .

“Liars! You’ll both kill me! Just finding ways t hurt me!”

I̸̡̨͙͙͚͇͈̝̟͆̇͐̐͘͜͠’͈̗͖̝̣͖̰̍̊̔̋̅͘͘͟m̷̨͍̖̫͔̾̍̔̉̇̈́ a̮͉͎̣͉̘̗̖̟͊̒̽̎̀͑͜l̴̻͓̜͈̩̳̼̹̱̰̍̓̎͗̿̿̃͘͘͝w̵̡̢̜͖̭̺̉͆̿͑̂͜͡a̡͉͎͈̋̎̇͌̇̈̿̕̕͜͝y͔̤̝͓̰̮̰̜̱̍̎̐́͋̈́s̨͕̗̝̮͉̝͕͗̊̍̀͒̽̔͂͒ t̸̝̜̩̞̞̃̓̽̂̆̀̓͂͘͠h̨̡̠̫̞̪̩̯̹͗̎̐̂̆͢ë̶̡̧̗͔̭̩͚̤̝̉̔͛̕͜͡͡r̙̣̻͕͇̞̎̇̓̑͂̀́ȩ̷̛̘̰̻̼̳̲̫͖̿̆̆̈́͡,̨̩̞̫̺̲̂̇̀͛̎̐͛͆͝͝ a̡̠͚͓̺̬̝̻͌̀̆̆͛̇́͜͢͡͞l̸͙̪̹̙̘̫̮͙̑̑͋̾̌̑͘͞w̸̧̧̨̟̘̞͎̪̾̊͊̚͞ͅà̘͇̘̮̱̭͐͆̽̎y̷̧̨̙̝̦͖̙̘̾̃͆̒̓̀͒́s̷̢̠̤̟̙̩̤͐̌̋̕̚͟ͅ w̷̧͎̫͙͈̤̖̭̝̝̐̐̔̿̑̓̈͑͘a̸̢̡̰̻͉̫̠͓͉̣͌͐̄̾̋͂̀̔͡t̴̫͚͚̰͕͉̳̑͋̈́̃̉́̒͆͑̏c̢͉̩̭͎̽̇͋̔̚͡͡͡ḩ̷͙̩̭̜̔̑̈́͂̾̃̂̊͜͡ͅi̶̛͉̩̼̦͈̬͇̍̉͐̾̒̀́n̴̙̹̱͔͕͔̪̆̀͆̄̄͐͘͘̕g̢̯̰͈͍̽̌͂̈́͗!̴̡͕͍̳͖͚̭͚̹̞̒̂́̆̐͗͝

I   C A N   G I V E   Y O U   A N Y T H I N G !

“You can’t make me choose!”

I̶̱͕̱̥̭̦̙̤̅͋̂͒̒’̺̣̹̫̺̮͌̾̅́̒͘͜m̡̛͙͕̩̫̺̬̘̎̈̒̕͟ n̥̙̥̣̞̱͚͚̭͖̄̃̉̊̐͡ơ̸̬̣̺̘̘̱̽̔͛̈́̓̾̚͢͞ͅț̴͇̰̹͓̯̍͒̒̑̔̋̾̐͝ g̢̨̢̢̣͚̝͇̰̈́̆̽̔͗̍̊̓ͅơ͔͖̤̮͚̽̓̏̔́̔̔̌͌͟ͅì̴̧̠͚̱̳̫̮̠̖̺͒́̍͌̍́̅ń̶̢̙̭̥̦̄̋͘͝g̶̢̼̜̗̹̘̀͗͛̿̕ ą̴̜͇͉̞̗̭̎͌͛̍͗͑́̐͡͡ņ̵̨̯͓̲̑̒̐́͒̍͟y̸̡̝̘̦͇͔̜̬̓̍́͂̐̈͟͡ͅw̶̼̤̟̺̮͇̹͌̏̃̉̂͋͛́͢͟͢͞ḩ̢̡̩̱̻͔͉͛̈́̊̋̑̅̈͊̕͘͟ȩ̸͇͙̙̻̫͌̏͗̉͠ͅŗ̨̙̟͙̞͎̜̣̅͊̏͋͠e̵̢̨͎̳̋̾̇͋̒̇͜͞͡!̶̢̱̙̹̘̤̬̰̋̓̀͛́̋͡͡

T  H E R E ’ S   N O T H I N G   Y O U   O R   H E   C A N   D O   T O   S T O P   M E !

Ḩ̖͚̙̖̘̥͌̈͒̽͗͂͠ȋ̸͇̫͔̜̦̥̞̈́͐͝͝ͅś̵̢̧̝͔̯̮̆̿̚͝͞ b̴͔̦͉͓̙̟̫͍̰͋͆̏͗̏̑̅͗͘̕͜o̸̹̟̼͎̫͌̄̉̒̂͜d̴̻̤̙̖̜̘̙̋͛̀̒̓̅̍͘ͅy̴̛̞͙̙̪̣̍̇̑͌̆̄̉͡ ï̢͓͍͇͓͔̈̑́̌͌͒s̶͖̼͖̭̻̹̲̖̯͐̿̉̏͗̿͠͞ w̶̯͍̹̰̠͔̘͇̔̇̍͐̊͜͟ë̡̞̰͖̣͙́̽͐̎̓̓͜͡a̵͉̺͈̺̝̒̓̾̊̔k̡͇̝͇͇͆̆̍̉̓!̨̨̨̛͔͚̻̫̣̳́̀̃̈͜!̢̝̙͈͙͐̓͛͌̿̏

“SHUT UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the world, and I was tripped into it.

I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything to get out of it…

J U M P   D O W N .   I ’ L L   C A T C H   Y O U .

I looked down. Dark was there hovering below the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully climb back up to safety-

T̸̰̟̯͔͖̩̀͐̀͞͞ĥ̢̥͉̻̹̅̓̒͗̽̐a͚̦̰̽̌̅͐͐͢ͅţ̙͖̩̲̫͖̬̞͇̐̑̆̔̋̆̓̌̎̓’̙̝̰̰̤͈͎͋̓̆̇͗̒̉͢͟s̴̙̲͚̰͖̫͗́͗̎̅̐̕̕͞ i̶̢̡̢̛͓̩̬̮̙̓́̄̐͌͟͝͠t͉̮̫͉̟̪͒̒̄̄́͌͊̓͘͢͜!̢̧̛̦̠͉̯̂̃̃͑̍͌͜͞ͅͅ C̥͉̘̥̟̥̳͑̌͂̆̆̕̚l̶̢̢͕̫͇̺͉͖̀͛̌̾̓͝i̧̞͎̟͎͋͑̈́͂̃̔̊͘̕͘m̦̠̣̘̻͔̤̀̽͋̌̿͘͜͝͞b̬̞̲̳̬̱̈͒̀̒͋̈́͗̔͟͞ u̹͙̟͉̗̟̖̺̝̾͑̏̊͋͘͠͝p̷̨̻̖͙͚̫̘̜̐̔͑̏̒̓̀̃!̸̢̬͕̭͔̏̏͋̓̿̈́͘͝ I̼̰͚͉̖̣̜͎̟͆̂̎̿̉̓̾’̷̢̺̪̟̳͚͇̩͖̐̈́̈̓̉̕̕͜͠l̸̡̨̧̖͖̰̮̱͒̀̇̈̐͜l̷̢͇͇͖͉͙̮̱̓̀͋͗̀̅̈̓͘͟ p̶̨̛͔̹̘͔̀͂̓̇̂̈̕͞u̡̧̢̫͚̹͕̒̒̅̍̎̈͒͢ḷ̻͕̭̺̳̆̔̾̆̌̚͢͟͠ļ̧̣̩̭̔͛͑͊͜͝ͅ y̶̛͍̥̤̥̘͋͒̏̚ͅŏ̸̢͔̖̲̥̳̪͕͊̈́̄̀ự̶̡̘͇̞͚̲̹̙̙̓͂̇̓̾͑̀̄ t̴̢͙̞̫̳̘̩̙̏̍̿̉̉͜͠ő̸̰̙̝̟̤̍͛̓̈̒̆͐͘͜ s̵͔͚͓̼̗͕̠̅̓̾͆̆̂̕̚͜͞ä̸̛̛̩̩̮̭̗̼̦̙́̈͂̊̓̃̒͘͜f̴̘͎̥̫̺͙͆̃̓͋̕͝e̤̖̝̝͓̔̔̈́͋̒̚t̴̪̝̖̥̲̊͑͑̄̓̊͘͢ͅy̨̞̫̘͓̾̂̏͑͂̕!̵̟̜̳͎̪͈̳́͑͂̓̿̎

Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes. Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a lion.

I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.

Y O U   C A N ’ T   J U S T   H A N G  T H E R E   F O R E V E R .   J U S T  F A L L   I N T O  M E .   I T ’ S   A S   S I M P L E   A S  T H A T .

Y͕̭̞̬̩͙̭͎͕͇̿̎́̈̆̉̚͝o̵̡̡̜̞̳̫̖̫͛̔̍̓͋̀̀̀u͚̹͚̳̻͈͎̠͍̓̇̓̀́̾̚ ĥ̵̭͖̭̪̮̭̱͈̤͛́͒̈̓à̵̙̹̫̗̹͛͒̃̌̔͜͡v̵͚̗̦̱̫̺͆̋͊́̀̕ͅę̸̡͙̣̳͇̀̊̋̏̾̆̉̈͜͜͞ň̴͍͔̮̗̝͌̍͑̀͢͡͝͝’̸̖̳̜̙̙͚̞͐̉̈̀͋͟͡ţ̠̳̪͕̪͛̊͋̃̅͠ g̨͓͔̞̠͈̔̓̋̀͊̓͑͘ǒ̜̳̳̦̿́̃͠ͅt̨̛̛̮̺͖̪̤̬̳͗̄̋̅͑͒͡ m̵̪͓̲͍̼͚̺̲̏̅́̓͐̍̈͒̚ǘ̹͙̋͌͐͘͢͟͢c̢̨̛̪͚̠̑́͛̎̉ͅh̵̢̡̬̤̜̭̳͇̪̟̏̒̍̊͡ t̶͖̜̬̦̗̲̺̮͊͂̄̑͗̀̃̏͘͜͡ͅį̡̹̦̳̜͉̓̒̌̚̚͢͜m̶̛͕̗͔͈̠̩̣̬̝̠͗̎̇̾̿͐͘ē̶̙̯̮̠̇̄͛̔̂͑̐̕͢ ļ̸̹̞̣͇̱͊̔͌̆͜͢͟͡ė͓̙̘̬͔̟̮̦͊́͗̚͟f͈̥̬̝̗̜̈̃͑͋͘t̸̠͖̜͍̬͙̬̅̒̀̍̿͠͞ͅ!͚̻̮͖̖̹͚̀̅͛͋́̽́ Ǧ̡̛̖̰̟̤̣̲͚̎́̏́͢͞ͅé̞̲̠͔̤͔̬̘̯̪͛̓͌̒̑͆̉̚̕t̵̥͉̟͉̂͐͛͋̔͊̀̕͘͢͢͠ u̷̡̮̪̭̖͉͇̳̙̦̿̑̔̐̀̈̕p̪̻͓̳̟̪̊̒̊͒̿̒̚ h̷̭̙̮̬̘̣̒̔͛͆̆̆͊́͜͡e̶̜̠͖̬͔̤͌̎́̓̉̚͝ͅȓ̡͇͓͍͚̲̥̫̮̽̐̌̀̉͞e͕͚̤͓̻̥͔̎́́̊͝ w̶̦̙̮̯̼̤̌͊̐͑̐ḫ̷̠̟͓͕͉̖̜̬͔̐͒̔̂̇í̪̼̖̹͚̑̋̿́͢l̷̨̡̢̢̬̗̱͈̺̾́̄̄͐̎ͅe̢͎͙̬͈̳̺͋̈͂̌͘ͅͅͅ ý̸͖̗̺̫̠̏̋̈́̔̀͜͜o͇̱̱͎̿̓́͆̅̀͑̀̓͢͠ű̵̡̱͔̦̯͛̊̌͂͛̂̚ s̖͙̮͖̪͉̔̋̍̊͑̋̂͘͡ţ̧̨̛̺̲͇̜͍͈͌̑̏̕͢i̴̡̫̜̱͇̳̱̓̈́͗͒͞l̴̡͇̪̘̫̗͉͓̊̈͛̇͛̿̅͞͠ļ̵̛̖͉͎̯͔̇̿͂͘͟ͅ ç̛̬͉͙͉̜͙̬̈́̀̇́̿̂̕͡͞à̡̢̙̲͙͇̗̯̦͖̔́̚͞͝͞n̷̡̛̰̘̺̫̺̠̥̼̾̾̒̀̈́̕͘!̴̡͇͖̙̬̹͙̘̀̀͆̒͆̌̚͘͠

Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.

M̵̨̧͎̥͙͓̥̩̮̫̅̚͝͞͡ Ȃ̷̡̗̦̙͖̜̐͋͗̇̑̀͊̚ K̙̥̖͙͚̪̼̭̐̐̃̐̔͆͑̊̕͝ E̷̲̗̜̻̠̩̍̆͑̅̾͋͢   Y̗̭̫̫̬̦͓͍̍͋̿̏͡ O̵̝̘̤̻͇̔̅̋͂̊̾́͜͡ Ụ̶̞̹͙́̍̏̄̑̑̋̚͜͜ͅ R̢̻̯͇͍̗͇̥̔̾̏͌͐́͘͜͠   Ḉ̴̜͖͖͓͕̟̟̜̤̓̾̓̅̕ Ḥ̦̘͚̔̊̍̊̓͗̈̂̉͜͝ O̪̦̥̼̩̭̯͈̿̓͗̎̾̊͑̚͜͠ I̴̪̬͕̞͔̳͗̂̀̊͑̇̚ C̨̻̩͖͓̟̫̤̐̽͋̈́̓͟͞ͅ E̥͍͚͈̟͔͛̌̏͌̆͊ .


#James talk (x): Just a place to discuss James Potter. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Remus talk (x)Just a place to discuss Remus John Lupin. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Sirius talk (x): Just a place to discuss Sirius Orion Black. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Draco talk (x): Just a place to discuss Draco Lucius Malfoy. Thoughts, headcanons, fangirling, you name it.

#Dirty talk (NSFW) (x): Discussions about the HP boys (Mainly the marauders and Draco) where things get a bit naughty. 😈

M a r a u d e r s   E r a 

A muggle?: Y/N is introduced to the marauders through a childhood friend.

It’s Me (Part 2 to ‘A Muggle?’): Y/N’s first ever Movie night with the marauders.

I Think We’re In Trouble (Part 3 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’): Y/N has a Pillow war with the marauders.

All I Need (Part 4 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’): Y/N gets asked on a date and the marauders are not having it.

It Meant Something (Part 5 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’/All I Need’): The marauders apparently didn’t learn their lesson, and decide to meddle with Y/N’s love life a little more.

-  R e m u s   L u p i n

Saturday: Realization hits Remus in the best way.

La Vie En Rose: Remus changes Y/N’s life for the better.

I’d Like That: Remus is given the task of giving a tour to a feisty new student.

Flustered (Blurb): Remus and his secret girlfriend are caught in a compromising position. 

-  S i r i u s   B l a c k

Lil Sirius Blurb: Prompt: “I’ll protect you.” “From What?” “I don’t know. Anything.”

Today’s The Day: Sirius tries once again to work up the courage to ask out his crush.

12 Years (Post Azkaban): Y/N spent the last 12 years trying to accept the fact that Sirius was never coming back. Right when she begins to give up hope, he shows up.

Let’s Have One: Sirius and Y/N are asked to babysit Y/N’s baby cousin.

This Whole Time: Sirius is in love with his best friend, who doesn’t seem to know that.

Perfect: Based on Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect.”

Clueless: Sirius makes a mistake, hurting his best friend, and realizing he feels a little something more in the process.

I’m With You: Sirius saves Y/N from an unhealthy relationship and new feelings are brought about in the process.

-  J a m e s  P o t t e r

‘S Your Name Isn’t It?: James and Y/N are left alone together for the first time.

Right Here: James gets back from a rough quidditch practice. Fluff ensues.

G o l d e n   T r i o   E r a

-  H a r r y   P o t t e r

I’m Tough: Harry’s girlfriend get’s into a little scuffle with Pansy.

-  D r a c o   M a l f o y

Then Let’s Dance: Draco and Y/N spend the holidays together.

Expectations: An insight as to what it’s really like bing best friends with Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Something to Fuss Over: Draco falls in love with a muggleborn and tries to push his feelings away.

That Tosser: Draco becomes jealous when he reads his best friend’s journal.

I Know: Draco’s best friend shows him something wonderful, leading Draco to an important realization. (Told from Draco’s P.O.V.)

-  F r e d   W e a s l e y

It Will All Be Okay: Fred grows tired of having to sneak around with his Slytherin girlfriend.

-  C e d r i c   D i g g o r y

Birthday Blurb: Ced surprises the reader for their birthday.