magic anon prompts

Be Careful What You Wish For (Ask Meme)

Offer my muse something they want, a superpower, a temporary ability, etc. BUT, you have to tell them what the catch is (a downside to the power or something they have to pay/do in return). See if they accept or reject your offer. Anon or not anon, up to you.

anonymous asked:

pleeeeease tell me there's a story about nate and aj? ❤️❤️❤️

WELL ANONS (from this fic):

Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.

That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.

Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.

“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”

Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”

Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”

Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”

“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”

Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”

“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.

That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.

What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.

Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.

He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.

The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.

Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.

Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.

The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.

“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.

“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.

“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”

Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”

Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”

That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”

“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says. 

Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”

Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”

“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”

“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises. 

“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”

Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.

“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.

That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”

“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”

He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”

Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy  and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way. 

He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…

“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.

“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”

It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.

“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”

Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”

“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”

The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.

“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”

Fun events/M!A’s?? Let’s give it a try!

❣ – VISITOR – A creature has paid a visit to your muse, and they show little signs of being a benevolent soul.

♚ – STARVED – Your muse suddenly becomes very hungry for power, willing to do anything to reach the top and claim glory.

☠ – TOXIC – Your muse has lost any faith in life and humanity and decide to take action, and may deal with that as they may.

☒ – CENSORED – Your muse can no longer tell the truth, and they only speak in lies.

✒ – REVEALING – Your muse cannot lie, and can only speak the truth, whether they know it is true or not.

⇺ – REVERSE – We see an event from your muse’s past, played out in full, as specified by the asker.

웃 – IDENTITY – Your muse must switch bodies with another muse, as specified by the asker (with permission from other blog).

✁ – PERSONA – Your muse will lose a trait of their personality, specified by the asker. 

☻ – DECEIT – Your muse will act as their polar opposite.

✷ – KIN – All asks will  be directed towards a family member of your muse.

❥ – STARCROSSED – Your muse will fall in love with another muse of the asker’s choice.

† – HOLY – Your muse will become an angel or demon, as specified by the asker.

❇ – MUTATION – Your muse will transform into some kind of monster or animal, specified either by asker or left to mun’s imagination.

π – TECHNOLOGICAL – Your muse has become an automaton.

☢ – DISEASED – Your muse has now fallen incredibly ill with a mysterious disease and must be taken care of.

⌚ – CLOCKWORK – Your muse is now older or younger, as specified by the asker.

♘ – PURITY – Your muse wants nothing more than to help others and see to their well-being.

✾ – INHABITATION – Your muse has become possessed by another, foreign entity.

¿ – ALTERNATIVE – Your muse is now part of an alternate universe (crossovers included) of the asker’s choosing.

ᵜ – ANIMALIA – Your muse is now a half-animal being (animal is specified by asker).

☐ – LAME – Your muse loses one of their senses, specified by asker.

✷ – MAGICA – Your muse develops magical powers, as specified by asker or left to mun’s imagination.

◌ – ABSENT – Your muse has amnesia and cannot remember anything about themselves.

Magic Anon List! Anon sets duration!
  • Tsundere: Muse will be a tsundere for ______. If they're already a tsundere, then no tsundere.
  • Neko Paradise: Muse becomes a catgirl/neko for ______. If they're already a neko, then they become a human.
  • Cosplay: Muse dresses exactly like a specified character for ______.
  • Sing: Muse can only sing, no matter what for ______.
  • No Voice: Muse loses their voice for ______.
  • WHAT?!: Muse is unable to hear for ______.
  • Marriage: Muse will be married to a specified muse for ______. (Other mun must agree.)
  • Love Potion: Muse is in love with a specified muse for ______.
  • Psychic: Muse has the ability to predict the future for ______.
  • Hyperactive: Muse becomes hyper and is never tired for ______. Take it even further if they're already hyper.
  • Mermaid: Muse becomes a mermaid for ______. If they're already a mermaid, then they become human.
  • I'm watching you!~: Muse becomes a stalker for ______.
  • Invisibility: Muse becomes invisible for ______.
  • Meido: Muse will become another muse's maid for ______. (Other mun must agree)
  • Friendship: Muse wants to be friends with anyone, no matter who they are, for ______.
  • Fairy: Muse becomes a fairy for ______.
  • Witch: Muse becomes a witch for ______.
  • #SELFIE: Muse is addicted to selfies for ______.
  • Body Swap: Muse swaps bodies with another muse for ______. (Other mun must agree)
  • Dark Side: Muse becomes evil for ______. If they're already evil, then it's the opposite.
  • Frozen: Muse has ice powers that they can't control for ______.
  • Scorched: Muse has fire powers that they can't control for ______.
  • Amnesia: Muse doesn't remember anything for ______.
  • Immortal: Muse becomes immortal for ______.
  • Pregnant: Muse is [specify month] pregnant.
  • Laughing Gas: Muse laughs at literally everything others say and cannot stop laughing for _______.
  • Comedian: Terrible or not, muse keeps coming up with puns every second for _______.
  • Ghost Chili: For _______, muse feels like their mouth is on fire.
  • Sleeping Beauty: Muse will be in deep slumber for _______.
  • Animal Noises: Muse can only make animal noises [specify animal] for _______.
  • Freaky Eaters: Muse will be addicted to eating [specify food or... anything...?] for _______.
Imagine Dragons Inspired M!A Angst Asks

Gold:Muse becomes awfully selfish and arrogant (if they aren’t already). Each time they touch anything or anyone, it turns to gold.

Believer: Muse feels an overwhelming pain, emotionally and physically

Walking the Wire: Muse is now afraid of heights and above ground level.(location is anon’s choice. Ex. Wireline, Skyscraper)

Dream: Muse begins to hallucinate their worst fears.

Roots: Muse finds themselves tied up. Asks must be answered truthfully or whatever is holding the muse down will grow tighter each time they lie.

Shots: Muse is given the option to shoot or be shot by the one they most care about.
Who We Are: Muse becomes dissociative to their personality not knowing their identity/who they are or memories.

Monster: Muse turns into a malevolent-looking creature of Mun’s decision.

Demons: Muse becomes possessed by a demon.

Nothing Left to Say: Muse becomes mute (if they are already, they can now speak).

Radioactive: Muse has been poisoned. 

Bleeding Out: Muse is now bleeding on Anon’s choice of location.

Round and Round: Muse has become horribly dizzy and can’t stand up without stumbling.

Hear Me: Muse is now deaf (if already deaf, they can now hear).

anonymous asked:

May I please have a wolfstar prompt? Fluff? With Sirius bored and wanting Remus' attention but Remus is just ignoring him to see how annoyed Sirius will get? Non-magical au if that's okay? Thank you, love you and your blog xx

Remus sighed as he noticed that familiar mop of black hair passed by his bedroom window. He told Sirius five hours ago that he needed to study for his maths test. Of course Sirius wouldn’t listen and stay away. 

Sure enough, his bedroom window opened and Sirius Black came spilling into his room like an uncoordinated octopus. He grinned up at Remus, who immediately turned his face away and concentrated on his maths book. 

“Remus,” Sirius said, crawling over. “I’m so bored!”

Remus rolled his eyes to himself but didn’t say anything.

“Did you hear me?” Sirius asked, tugging on Remus’ shirt. “Moony, I’m bored!”

Remus flipped the page on his book and wrote down a couple of notes. He was not about to give in and let Sirius win. He was not going to reward his friend for barging into his room when he’d told him not to.

“Moons, come on,” Sirius said, growing impatient. “I know you told me not to come over but it’s not as if I could go home and Prongs is hanging out with Lily tonight. Where was I supposed to go? To Wormtail’s? All he’s been doing for the past week is playing the new Metal Gear 4 game. You know I’m rubbish at it.”

Remus cleared his throat and continued to write down maths notes. He scooted his chair so that his back was more to Sirius, making his feelings  clear.

“Please Moony, I won’t cause any trouble!”

Remus snorted at that.

Sirius crawled around to the other side and put his head in Remus’ lap. That caused Remus’ eye to bulge out in surprise. That was just absolutely the last thing he needed. Sirius was always very physically affectionate with his friends but it had been a bit difficult to be around him since Remus had realized his feelings for Sirius.

“I’ll be good, Moony, I swear,” Sirius whispered, rubbing his cheek against Remus’ soft trousers.

Remus swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat and concentrated on keeping his composure.

Sirius popped his head up and scowled at Remus. “Okay, now you’re just being hurtful!” he snapped angrily. “I would never ignore you in this way!” 

Remus silently was relieved that Sirius’ head was no longer in his lap. 

“Moony!” Sirius whined, making his best puppy-dog eyes. “If you don’t stop ignoring me then…then I’ll kiss you!”

Remus did a sharp intake of breath. He bit his lip and tried to decide what to do. While he did want Sirius to kiss him, he didn’t want him to do it as a joke just to get attention. Remus breathed deeply and then turned to face Sirius.

“What do you want, Pads?”

Sirius sat back on his heels and looked up at Remus.

“You don’t want me to kiss you?” he asked, looking a bit disappointed. Or perhaps Remus was just imagining it.

“I asked you a question,” Remus reminded him.

“So did I,” Sirius shot back.

Remus stared at Sirius for a moment. “Why did you mention kissing me in the first place?” he challenged, not about to let Sirius off that easily.

Sirius plucked at the sleeve of his leather jacket. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I didn’t think the idea of kissing me was so disgusting to you.”

“Where did you get that idea?” Remus asked in exasperation.

“Because you broke!”

“I don’t want our first kiss to be some kind of- of joke to you!” Remus snapped back, shutting his textbook loudly.

Sirius stood up and leaned over Remus, gently bringing his hand up to cup Remus’ cheek. “It wouldn’t be a joke, Moons. It could never be a joke to me.”

“Prove it,” Remus said, meeting Sirius’ eyes with more confidence then he felt.

Sirius grinned and licked his lips before pressing them softly against Remus’. The first few kisses were slow, tentative. Then Sirius sat down in Remus’ lap and Remus tangled his fingers in Sirius’ hair. The kisses turned heated as Sirius licked his way into Remus’ mouth, making Remus shiver.

“God, Moony,” Sirius said, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against Remus’. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”

“Me too,” Remus admitted, smiling contentedly.

“Good thing I don’t listen to you, huh?” Sirius said, chuckling. “If it were up to you I wouldn’t have even been over today and you would have been studying all night.”

Remus sighed. “Please don’t make a habit of that.”

Sirius shook his head. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, Moons.”

Remus groaned quietly. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

“Yes dear,” Sirius teased before doing as he was told.

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Before Jean could muster enough energy for an answer that wasn’t just groans and unintelligible mumbling, he felt himself getting hoisted up into strong arms as Marco shifted onto his knees and then off of the bed. Jean yelped, throwing his arms around Marco’s neck, clawing at his back.
He was cradled safe though, the hold on him steady and firm without being too constricting and soon he managed to relax, the momentary shock melting from his limbs again.
Eren was next to them, he noticed, running fingers through Jean’s gross sweaty hair he whispered brainless little praises, almost cooing at him. It was a bit weird, the contrast between this and the way he’d fucked Jean earlier, but that didn’t make it feel less amazing.

Now that they had all finished at last, exhaustion came over Jean like a leaden weight, pulling at his body, heavy and inevitable. He let his head fall against Marco’s shoulder, not strong enough to hold it up any longer, and breathed a sigh that felt like it escaped from the very depths of his soul.
“Where’s your bathroom, Jean?”
He answered Marco’s low hum with an equally quiet mumble of directions, almost too lost in the way he was held so tenderly and yes, petted by Eren. But he was tired, too tired to object to any of this and honestly, he didn’t want to. It felt good, right. Safe. He was cherished and cared for and reveled in every second.
He felt Marco take off into the hallway but his heavy eyelids dropped closed before he could see where he was taken.

When Jean twitched awake there was water running, slowly filling the bathtub. Marco was perched on the rim, still cradling him close in his lap, while Eren was kneeling next to them. He was running a warm, wet towel over Jean’s cum-stained thighs, already having cleaned up the partially dried mess stuck to Jean’s stomach.
“You’re so beautiful, all exhausted and satisfied”, Marco hummed, running careful fingers up and down Jean’s back.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. Just gonna clean you up a bit and then you can take a nice warm bath, yes?” Jean positively moaned against Marco’s chest, nodding and receiving an amused little chuckle in turn.

“Do you have any additives or something? For the bath…”, Eren asked as he finished up with the towel and walked over to the sink to wash it out. Jean needed a moment to realize he’d been addressed, then another to decipher the question with his sluggish mind.
“Yeah…”, he rasped finally, weakly pointing to a lidded glass bowl on one of the cabinets which was filled with about half a dozen self-made bath bombs. For when he wasn’t feeling motivated enough to pull off a whole bathing ritual but still wanted some boosted cleansing. Now he just wanted to make use of the basic recipe. Even like this his long honed instincts and extensive knowledge kicked in and he quickly decided.
“Take a purple one.”
Camomile, lavender, rosemary, a hint of marjoram and juniper… perfect to soothe aching muscles and calm down before going to sleep. Not that he would need the second part too much, already this close to nodding off every other minute.

Eren finished washing out the towel and hang it up to dry, then did as he was told. He fished one of the balls out of the bowl, raising it to his nose and sniffling carefully, then nodding.
That was when Marco got up, slowly as to not jostle him too much, turned around and started to carefully lower him into the filled tub, reaching to turn off the faucet afterwards. The water was the perfect temperature, warm enough to have his muscles unlock as soon as he was settled, not so hot as to shock him or sting at his abused opening. Jean was aware he was still tender, felt it with every minute shift. But of course he did, he’d never done this before and even with healing salve as lube, there was bound to be some discomfort. He didn’t regret anything.
Eren let the ball plop into the water where it started to sizzle and dissolve right away, giving off a sweet herbal scent interlaced with flowery notes. Sinking deeper into the water Jean moaned, merging into the tranquility of the moment.

He was floating out of and back into consciousness for a long time then, distantly aware that one of his two guests was washing his hair, very careful not to let soap drip into his face, the other was holding his hand, rubbing the palm with strong thumbs before switching it for the other, going back and forth a few times, it seemed.
A while later, the water had cooled distinctly, he was lifted out of the tub and toweled off, his hair dried carefully.
Marco, judging by the exotic scent at least, was the one carrying him back into his bedroom and slowly lowering him onto the mattress, tugging the cover up around him. His sheets smelled fresh, like someone had changed them while he’d been out. Jean could have almost drifted to sleep completely now, but something was off. No one was joining him in bed.

Jean blinked his leaden eyelids open with a monumental effort and spotted the two werewolves striding through the room, picking up clothing and piling the garments in their arms.
“No…”, he mumbled. The sound was soft, barely audible, but both Eren and Marco stopped at once, slowly turning to him. “Don’t go.” Fuck he sounded young. So damn vulnerable, almost desperate, but what else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t let them go, not after what had happened.
He looked at Eren, tousled and flushed and beautiful, the mark on his chest having faded from an angry red to a more muted brownish color that didn’t clash as much with his natural tan. He looked at Marco, strong, caring and so patient, a sad little smile playing around full lips. He couldn’t let them, he couldn’t. He knew he should, knew there were a thousand reasons, but…

“Stay? Please…”
They kept looking at him for a few seconds still, then turned to each other. For an endlessly long, breathless moment Jean was sure they would leave, sure they would just head for the door without even turning back.
But then Marco nodded, a tiny, unremarkable movement, and they both dropped their clothes back onto the floor and made for the bed, almost squishing him between them when they slid in on either side of him and hugged him close.

“…was so fucking scared you wouldn’t ask”, Eren breathed into his still damp hair, trailing kisses down his temple and along his jawline.
“Jean, baby, beautiful…”, Marco murmured, molding his body as close to Jean’s as he could. “Of course we’ll stay, of course…”
Between muttered promises and breathless little praises Jean found the calm in his chest unfurl again, his energy pulsing warmly in response to the both of them being so close to him. With a distant lack of thick sweetness the only scents left were grounding, soothing, earth and weathered wood slowly, easily lulling him in.

There were a lot of lose ends still. For starters, Jean had to find out what the strange visions had been, what they meant and what had caused them. He wanted more of that, wanted to understand and wanted to do it again. But would he be able to find a strong enough connection to repeat the experience with just anyone else?
They still needed to find a way to reverse the spell in a month and the sudden change in color of the crest had Jean thinking. Was this really the best way to go? When the time came and he had to let them leave, would he be able to then, if not now?

But his mind was slow and foggy, their warmth and smell and soft words quickly distracting him from dark thoughts and he decided those were problems for another day. Now he had them, both of them, pressed close and leaving lingering kisses on his skin. That had to be enough. At least for now.
Everything else they would tackle some other time, together.

The End

˻ anime & manga prompts ˺

→ because my recent strange addiction should at least be used for something productive. ( ◞・౪・)


  • You really are an idiot, huh?
  • I’ll always be watching over you, so don’t worry.
  • H-Hey, don’t start rumors!
  • Then to decide, let’s do rock-paper-scissors.
  • …Isn’t it painful? To keep those feelings to yourself?
  • I-It’s not like I care about it!
  • Even though you have all these people around you, you still choose to be alone when you’re down?
  • You’re so childish, just grow up already.
  • Haha, you look so cute!
  • A-Ahm, please stop crying, Miss/Sir…
  • _____, transform me!


  • Send  for a fantasy setting, where my muse will be declared as the sudden ruler of a kingdom.
  • Send  for a beach episode between our muses (and optionally other characters as well, depending on the muns’ decisions).
  • Send 🎁 for my muse to receive chocolates during Valentine’s Day from your muse. (Send it 2x for your muse to receive it instead.)
  • Send for my muse to confess their feelings towards your muse.
  • Send 🚑  for my muse to be suddenly rushed towards the hospital by your muse.


  • Hidden Desires?: my muse suddenly becomes a tsundere-type character for an amount of days (decided by the anon).
  • I’m an Otaku!: my muse will sudden declare they’re long-hidden obsession towards Japanese cartoons to their friends, this in which will last for 3 threads.
  • My Life’s a Shoujo Anime: my muse will have romantic anime-type events occur to them for the following two days.

gabriellajane  asked:

An au where demons live in the same world but remain completely invisible to humans (with some exceptions ;)) and neil is a demon who has taken a liking to a particular group of humans (andrew can see him but he wont be revealing that any time soon)

(I’m not entirely sure if this was where you hoped for it to go, but this was a fun prompt!! thank you. c: some exceptions, indeed…..)

Andrew enjoyed the roof.

It stole his breath. It stole his calm. It stole the smoke from his cigarette, the grey wisps dissipated the moment wind picked up.

If he looked over the edge (which he frequently did, legs dangling and heart pounding), the entirety of the Tower’s parking lot and networking roads to various campus buildings laid within reach. The day-to-day wasn’t often something he took note of, but sometimes, moments viewed from the roof stood out.

For instance: Allison Reynolds pushing back a leering boy, and the way the his fist swung too wide on the first punch. Later: Matt’s truck being coincidentally unlocked despite its automatic locking mechanism and him forgetting his keys inside. Also: Wymack’s papers scattering everywhere in a gust of wind, but miraculously not landing in any puddles. Once, in the colder months: Nicky’s hot cocoa, which he’d left too long on the curb as he demonstrated a proper Exy tackle to a few of Dan’s friends, beginning to steam again just before Nicky picked it up.

From what he observed, Andrew would say they were haunted if he couldn’t clearly see who was doing it.

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a whole new world with you

Dance line + Carpet for Magic carpet anon

imagine a pocket-sized you cozily sunken within the lush, tall threads of the thick shag carpet in the boys’ studio. it’s a bit late, but dance line are still trying to master some choreo for the new album and have yet to go home. the guys are taking a bit of a breather now, with jungkook sprawling out sweaty and tired beside you on the carpet and hoseok trying to lift everyone’s spirits by blasting some old disney songs.

hoseok begins to play “a whole new world”, and from outside in the dance studio, you can hear the sound of someone leaping through the air followed by hoseok’s delighted laughter. curious, you rise up out of the shag carpet onto your elbows to get a better look - and it’s jimin gliding across the floor like a magic carpet. he dances fluidly to the melody, his movements matching the lyrics perfectly (over, sideways, and under on a magic carpet ride~). you smile when hoseok begins to imitate jimin, boneless as with a little bit of hip hop flair.

too sleepy to continue watching, you fall back onto the plush carpet. jungkook, noticing your fatigue, begins softly singing the english words to the song.

you fall asleep with jungkook’s soulful voice in your ear, full of promises to show you a whole new world.

Kidnapping AU: Those Chains That Bind You

Chapter One of ?

Anon prompted me: 

[Strange Magic] au where kidnapping is a thing before courting. Marianne kidnaps Bog.

And I wrote this ridiculous thing, which probably isn’t at all what you wanted, but here you go, Princess Marianne kidnaps The Bog King.


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More questions please?

my inbox was pretty cluttered with old asks so i cleared it. new asks may give me more motivation to draw! ill take anything, other oc asks, magic anons, drawing prompts, scenarios and maybe a mini arc if its inspiring enough!

˻ christmas rp prompts ˺

→ in times of merry door-to-door lullabies, snowball fights, and freezing cold temperatures


  • Are you going to the Christmas Party one of the guys is hosting tonight? I heard it’s gonna be pretty awesome/awful.
  • You look ridiculous.
  • You sure you don’t mind coming all with me to the Christmas ball? I know you’d rather stay home and all.
  • Do you like my sweater? I just bought it today!
  • Hey, could you answer the door for me, please? I think there’s some kids outside the door.
  • 🎵Do you wanna build a snowmaan?🎵
  • I’ve never actually experienced a snow day before, since I live in a pretty warm place, so this is amazing…
  • Oh, God, look at this ugly ass couples sweater here. Let’s buy it.
  • CRAP, I forgot to do my Christmas shopping!


  • Send  for our muses to be stuck inside a building while being snowed in. (Hard Mode: send it twice for our muses are stuck inside an old shack/abandoned building/etc.)
  • Send 🎼 for our muses to sing Christmas lullabies door-to-door.
  • Send 🐧 for my muse to suddenly bring home a penguin. (Send it twice to reverse it to your muse.)
  • Send 🎄 for our muses to set up a Christmas tree.
  • Send 🎁 for your muse to give mine a present. (Send it twice to reverse it to your muse.)


  • The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway: your muse suddenly gets ice powers one day out of the blue - lasts for 3 threads.
  • Ho Ho Ho: your muse is suddenly assigned to become Santa Claus for this year, forcing you to send ‘presents’ to at least 5 other muses.
  • It’s A Christmas Miracle: your muse’s ultimate life wish is all of the sudden fulfilled! - unfortunately, it only lasts for a single day.
Magic Position, NC-17

anon prompted: Can you write something where Kurt and Blaine realize that they can see the couple across the street from them get it on and they accidentally get into some sort of voyeuristic competition with them?

[Kudos to my amazing beta reader Caroline <3]

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Kurt is so ready for a lazy evening in bed, cuddling up next to his newlywed husband and letting something random on the TV wash over him. Today’s shift at the diner had been pure hell and even now his legs and feet are still aching. He drags himself over to their bed, only having thrown on a fresh pair of underwear and a shirt after his shower, falling into what can only be described as heaven. Soft-cushioned, good smelling heaven.

“So, today’s cuddle night?”

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anonymous asked:

Art School AU prompt: Marianne and Bog come back to his house for movie night or something of that sorts, only to find Griselda suspiciously absent but a candlelit dinner laid out for them complete with a badly frosted red heart-shaped cake with Lofe written on it. Yes.

Okay, fine, sure, yes.

Here is a random, messy thing about two nerds being nerds and not at all romantic.

“… ninja would win every time, I tell you.”

“The only reason you say that is because you’re secretly a ninja. A tiny cupboard ninja.”

“The only reason you think the pirate would win is because you’re obviously a pirate yourself.”

“What gave it away? The stubble? The parrot?”

“Frankly, it was the eye patch.”

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