n&s characters

anonymous asked:

hogwarts houses as f.r.i.e.n.d.s characters?

It might seem weird, but I actually haven’t watched f.r.i.e.n.d.s. I wouldn’t mind posting a submission of it though! You guys know the drill

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"You're Irish"

“You’re Irish.”

Anti confusingly turned his head to his accomplice, Dark. The red-haired criminal sat at the foot of Anti’s bed, his laptop’s screen leaving Dark in its iridescent glow.

His companion, Anti, put down the book he was reading and sat up, moving slightly to rest his back on his bed’s head board.

“Pardon?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence the two lingered in.

“You’re Irish,” Dark repeated. “Am I right?”

It took a moment for him a moment to process what his partner repeated, seeing as it was so out of the blue.

Once the words sunk in, Anti’s eyes widened. His heart began to beat faster, and his hands grew into fists. He suddenly felt as if he needed to run, or kill, or do.. something to escape the question.

No one was supposed to know that. Not even Dark. How did he find out? Was he a spy this whole time? Why confront him now? If he needed to kill him, he could’ve easily done that while he was asleep. How the fuck did he-

“Greenie? You okay?”

His partner’s soothing voice broke his thoughts. He took a deep breath and collected himself.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“You kinda.. Froze for a second.” His half-blind friend paused, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is there something you mind telling me?”

“No. End of discussion.” Anti was quick to grab his book from his bedside table and focus back on the page.

He tried to think back to every conversation that they had. Did he accidentally let slip about his origins? Of course not. He would never be that sloppy. Maybe his accent showed? He doesn’t remember. By all means, he’s trained himself to talk like an American ever since..

Anti got lost in his thoughts, his focus barely on the page in front of him.

“Anti.” Dark put his laptop beside him and reached his hand out to gently take the book out of his partner’s hand. “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge.”

“I know you wont, but it’s not like that,” he said monotonously.

“Then why not tell me?”

No reply. The green-haired man just shifted further away from his companion on the bed.


Still no answer.

“Look. I told you everything about me. Every time you asked, I answered without hesitation. We’ve been partners in crime for what- two years now? And I barely know anything about you.” Dark moved closer to his companion, making him curl up against the headboard.

“So maybe,” he said softly, “maybe you could start opening up? To me at least.”

‘He has a point there,’ his thoughts said to him.

'Shut up, will you? Leave me alone to think,’ he said back.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Dark did have a point. Anti was quite the curious little thing, always asking questions without clear reason. With Dark, he honestly thought that the red-haired man would call him out on it- hell, he thought that he’d leave him after the first few weeks.. but he stayed. Not just for a few weeks like they originally planned, but for longer. Much, much longer. Look at them. Two criminals with trust issues a two years later, living with each other, killing side by side, and watching each other’s backs.

It takes Anti a moment to process it all.

However, one question rang in his mind in that moment: “Why.”

Why did Dark stay. It was him who first suggested that, 'A month. I’ll watch your back for one month if you get me out of here.’ But after the final day came, he stayed. He didn’t even bring up the subject of leaving. In fact, neither of them did.

Silence lingered in the warehouse for a few moments, before a soft sigh coming from Anti’s lips broke it.

“How did you know?” He asked, relaxing his tense posture. “Rather.. How did you find out.”

He saw Dark reach for his laptop, grabbing it and flipping it towards him. He seemed to be reading an outdated news article.

'Relentless killer escapes Irish facility. 30 casualties.’

Anti flinched as he read the title. Memories of the day bombarded his mind. Scenes that he repressed long ago came flooding back.

“The government was supposed to wipe out all evidence of that.” He said through gritted teeth. “Where did you find this?”

“I did some digging.” Dark closed the laptop’s screen, placing it to the side as he moved closer to his companion.

“It cannot be that simple. Especially with you.” His tone was.. confusing. It sounded as if he was defeated- vulnerable, even. There was even a bit of fear that leaked into his sentence. Was he afraid of this conversation? For how long?

“Of course it wasn’t that simple.” Dark moved closer so that he was sitting right next to him, his back leaning on the headboard. “Last night, when you killed.. what was her name?”

“Aubrey Dentrid.”

“Yeah, her. You got carried away and I heard a bit of an Irish accent while you were mocking her.. y'know, before you landed the final blow.”


He took a breath. “And, I got curious. So, I tried to find out more. I searched for any mass murders in Ireland in the past five years- and nothing. Well, nothing that fit your profile.”

He glanced over at his companion. Anti’s gaze was fixated on the floor beside the bed. His arms wrapped around him in a position similar to a straight jacket.

Dark sighed, but continued.

“But I remembered what you said when you first met me: 'I’ve been doing this for seven years. What you’ve done is nothing compared to me.’ So I searched again. 'Mass murders in Ireland in the past ten years’ instead. There was a few.”

Anti scoffed, “I bet there are.”

“And then I remember seeing the bar code at the back of your left ear. It has the initials, 'I.U.F’. So I dug around and found a single article by an underground online newspaper regarding the massacre in the Ireland Underground Facility.”

“Hey Greenie, I’m busting for a piss right now. Are you done?” Dark asked, banging the bathroom door with his fist.

“Yeah, just drying up. The door’s unlocked; Come in.”

Dark smiled. 'About fucking time,“ he thought.

He turned the door knob and pushed the wooden door open. The first thing he saw was his companion half naked with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

To most people, this is a sight you’d kill for- both metaphorically and literally. To even dream of getting so close to the mass murderer as to see his pale, well-built torso, you’d have to commit a decent amount of murders to earn the criminal’s trust.

Seeing as they’ve lived together for a few months now and shared one bathroom, Dark was used to this. Sure, he hasn’t seen Anti fully naked, but the point still stands.

Anti trusted Dark to a certain degree, and Dark trusted Anti completely.

Dark casually entered the small bathroom, already undoing his zipper as he walked over to the toilet.

As he began to do his business, he glanced over to his relatively recent partner in crime. He had his head buried in a towel, his hands aggressively rubbing the towel into his green hair.

Then Dark spotted something.

Usually, Anti swept his hair to the left, causing it to cover his ear. However, this was the first time he’s actually seen his left ear.

It was pointed just like his other ear, but a bit of it near the top was cut off, like something was torn out of the skin.

Anti turned slightly to his right to dry the ear, giving his companion an opportunity to see the back of it.

In what looked like faded ink read, 'I.U.F’ followed by a a series of thin and thick lines.

”..Barcode,“ he said aloud.

"Pardon?” His accomplice turned around, hands still ruffling the towel against his head.

“Oh nothing, just..”

“Getting too into yer- your own head again?”

“Yeah.. yeah.” The red-haired man was quick to focus back on what he was supposed to be doing.

They settled into a somewhat comfortable silence, only the faint noise of a ruffling towel and a flush of the toilet followed after.

“And here we are.”

“Here we are.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Anti didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked content to just leave the conversation there.

The half-blind man cleared his throat. “So?”

“So what?”

“Are you?”

Dark tried to look his companion straight in the eye, but all the green-haired criminal would have non of that; Anti looked away.

He’d never seen him like this. Anti was usually the overly-confident, cocky, intelligent, precise killer who always knew what to say.

But now, he just looks like a scared boy.

Dark saw his companion take a deep breath in, his hands firmly placed on his knees. Anti’s face fell stoic. Like, the kind of face you’d see on a soldier after a battle. The expression of 'Ive been through some shit’ glazed over his entire facade. He sat up straight, hands tightly clasping his knees.

“…Greenie?” Dark asked, cautiously. A little spark of fear ignited at the back of his head. Had he gone too far? Did he strike something that should have been left to rot? Would Anti kill him right there and then? Despite Dark having the bigger build, Anti was quicker, more precise. Oh god he really messed up-

“Ah sher jaysus, ya fookin got me! That’s mah-ty fierce, laddie!” Anti’s usually serious and annoyed facade faded into this goofy, fucking hilarious side that Dark has never dreamed of seeing. The lips, that he was so used to seeing either with a sickly menacing grin or no expression at all, were curved up to his cheeks, forming the goofiest grin he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Ya look like yer about to get a baytin! Alright there, lad?” His Irish accent was exaggeratedly thick, his hands swung back and forth like those stereotypical leprechauns you see on tv.

The shift was so sudden and out of no where Dark was at a loss for words. All he could manage to do was leave is mouth gaping with a pointer finger up as if asking a question.

Anti chuckled softly, “Come on, Dark. I’m trying to be funny,” Anti said, a smile etched on his lips. He still had an Irish accent but it seemed more relaxed and.. casual? He would never associate the words 'Anti’ and 'casual’ ever before. But now.. It seemed right. Like the wall he was trying to see pass for months finally crumbled away.

“Dark?” Dear god the way his voice curved over the 'ar’. It felt so.. natural to hear.

“Hey, are you okay? Is this too much?” Anti, for the first time in so long, sounded scared.. insecure, even. “Come on man, I’m feelin’ a bit vulnerable right now-”

“Holy fucking shit.”


“Holy fucking shit!”

“Did I.. do something wrong?”

“Holy! Fucking! Shit!”

“Jesus, okay. Let’s just forget that this ever happened and go back to what I was before-”

Dark suddenly lunged towards Anti, their faces inches away from each other.

“Don’t you dare even think about putting up that wall ever again.”

“W-wall? What are you-”

“You actually sounded comfortable with me for once!” A genuine smile grew on the the red-haired criminal’s face. “If this is the real you, then jesus christ I do not want you going back to the stuck up, constantly frustrated bossy asshole facade you put up.”

“..You knew it was a facade?”

Dark sighed. “I spent years in a mental asylum, Greenie. I’m pretty good at figuring out if people are lying about themselves.”


“Oh indeed.”

Silence lingered over the two of them for. It wasn’t tension or comfortable. It was more or less because neither of the two knew what to say next.

The silence was broken by a slight chuckle from Dark’s lips.

“What so funny?” Anti asked, still talking in his native accent.

“I think that’s the first time you ever sounded human.”


'He said 'human’.’

'He called you, the labrat, 'human’.’

“Anti, you alright- oof, okay.” Before Dark knew it, Anti- the cold-hearted killer, mass murderer of thousands, the anonymous hired gun- was hugging him. He was taken aback.


“You don’t know how much that means to me.” His voice was quiet and genuine.

“O-Oh. Okay, uh.. Your welcome?” He awkwardly hugged back.

The two just stayed there for a few moments, embracing each other as if the other was the only anchor each of them had to reality.

They have hugged before, like the time Dark had to shield Anti from shrapnel, or the time Anti held him as they both fell from a crashing helicopter into the sea, but this time.. It was like they haven’t met before. This was not a red-haired, half-blind, mental asylum escapee, man-for-hire holding a green-haired, serial killer, mass-murderer, lab-experiment-gone-wrong. This was a concerned, caring man accepting his insecure, vulnerable friend.

When they finally released the other, Dark saw something that he swore will never forget.

Anti was crying.

“Oh my god, Greenie. Are you-”

“Yeah yeah. I am.” He laughed, but it came out as a choke. “God, I must look disgusting,” he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

“No no, you look fine.” He said in an attempt to reassure him. “But I have to ask.. Why are you crying?”

A million responses filled Anti’s head. He could say it was because he finally trusts Dark, or because he’s was so sick of keeping up a wall of false identity up, or that he finally felt free. Maybe it was he felt so vulnerable to the point of tears or because someone knows his past. Maybe it was because a giant burden was finally lifted. Maybe it was because he realized that Dark accepted him.

Anti smiled and looked him straight in the eye.

“I feel human.”

KJ x Reader: A Romantic Kiss

this is from “A Dog’s Purpose” but hes so cute how could I not put this photo in?

Warnings: none
Requested: yes
A/N: this is kinda short (I think?) but I didn’t know how to elaborate

*KJ’s POV*

Today was the day that we started shooting for season 2 of Riverdale and there was a new cast member on set, (Y/N).

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So I’m taking some more commissions!!! Single character, waist/thigh up, like the example shown. I will draw original characters and fanart. I won’t draw real people (sorry!) n/s/f/w, complex characters or furries.

If you’re interested email me at vasiradraws@gmail.com. (don’t message me about it on tumblr please, tumblr likes to eat asks and i also lose info when i respond) Payment is upfront and via Paypal only. I’m only taking 5 slots at a time and I’m also currently busy with school so I’m not as fast getting these done but email me if you’re interested!

In the past I’ve given one slot to a commissioner and they could have two characters for one slot however because of school it is one character per slot so if you want two or more let me so I can plan accordingly.


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Terrible Things

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary: Basically the whole plot of the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

Warnings: A N G S T, childbirth, character death (basically, fluff-to-angst-to-fluff-again)

Originally posted by readtheeyes

(is this everyone’s reaction to my angst?)

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(Single!Chris Pratt sort of but still yeah, you know the drill)

“So tell me, how was it working with (Y/n)?” the interviewer asked.

Chris glanced at you for a second and then looked back at the interviewer “Great. I can tell you for sure. I mean, I’m not saying this because she’s here or my wife and will probably kill me later at home if I say otherwise- ow.” he interrupted himself to groan slightly as you hit his shoulder playfully “See, that’s what I mean” he added and you playfully glared at him.

“Anyway, yeah I’m not telling this because she’s here because well, everybody already knows it but she is a great actress. Honestly. As much of a great wife. But well, even though I had had the pleasure to work with her in the past this time it was much better.” he said and you nodded with a small smile, looking down at your hands; truly feeling the same way.

“But really, amazing. That is honestly the only way I can describe it. We had so much fun, we always do, but believe me this is the first time- the first time after such a long time of acting that I looked forward to going on set every morning more than anything else!” he added with a chuckle and you laughed slightly as well.

“Fantastic, fantastic indeed” he added in a low voice with a small nod.

The interviewer nodded as well “And what about the fact that (Y/n)’s character also happened to be Owen’s, your character’s, love interest?” he asked.

“Uh that- that was certainly something interesting. I mean, I got the chance for extra kisses so hey, I’m not complaining! Besides, she looked so badass with the Raptors that I could hardly keep my hands off of her! Not that I ever stop, but still…” Chris said with a small laugh and shrugged, trailing off.

You shook your head with a laugh but nodded nonetheless “That is true!” you pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m telling you at some point I honestly freaked out!” Chris added.

“When? Why?” the interviewer asked.

“Well, we were shooting that scene and- (Y/c/n), (Y/n)’s character, was like glaring at Owen while petting the Raptors and he of course was all flirty and trying to seduce her and then she goes like ‘You say something like that again, and I’m not going to stop them from eating you’ and she motioned to the Raptors and my eyes, I’m telling you, widened and I just stared at her in shock. And- and I was like ‘(Y/n) is that you baby?’ because really I thought we had stopped shooting!” he took in a breath and continued.

“And honestly it was so scary because I realized then that that’s what they talk about when they say deja vu! I honestly felt like I was years back to when I first met her! I fell head over heels in love with her ever since the first second but she was like playing hard to get and pretending not to be interested. And- and I tried to use a pick up line on her and she had that glare on her face and said ‘You say something like that again, and I’m not going to stop them from eating you’ and she had motioned to the lions close to her. We were at a zoo that first time.” he finished.

“Chris!” you exclaimed with an embarrassed laugh “I hate him” you added with another chuckle and shake of your head, hiding yourself behind your hands.

“I love you too, honey” he said.

Fictional Characters (Cisco Ramon x Reader)

Request (by anon): #9 on list one, Cisco Ramon pretty pleeeease?
“It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.”

Fandom: The Flash TV Series (no specific season)
Y/Fc/N: your favorite character’s name

Word Count: super short and I’m super sorry but I’m stressed over school stuff but I wanted to take a break and write but it didn’t end up like I wanted it to, not at all. I still hope you like it though. Let me know what you think and I apologize for any grammatical errors that may occur.
Stay Cute, XP

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I redid Cyan’s ref!! :D (i did the thing you do for yours broOO heck-)

He looks much better now -3-

(OH YEAH!! I also forgot, he takes care of his siblings, father, and runs the house all by himself ever since his mom died oodmckvndf b poor baby-)

The Oscar goes to

Extended Imagine Requested by @trueblue80s:  Hi can I have an imagine where the reader and Jared have been married for 20 years and shes a famous actress and she wins her 5th Oscar!

sidenote: Y/C/N = your character’s name

Your name: submit What is this?

Author’s P.O.V

“Are you ready, love?”, Jared asked while walking into your shared bedroom. “Wow.”, you turned around, “What?”. “You look stunning.”, Jared stated, making you blush. He still had that effect on you, even after 20 years of marriage. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”, he smirked. “Are you nervous?”, he asked. You thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I am actually. Is that weird? I mean, we’ve been to so many events and award ceremonies and yet I still get nervous.”, you chuckled to yourself.
You were an actress, had been since you were around 16. You had actually met Jared at one of these events very early on in your career. You two hit it off right away. But you kept your relationship on the down low. You both were rather private people, which you thought was probably one of the reasons you two were still so happy together. A lot of marriages in Hollywood don’t work out because in way, they become too public. Of course, you attended premieres etc. together from time to time and openly supported each other’s careers but that was about it.
Today you’d be attending the annual academy awards. The movie you starred in was nominated, and so were you as ‘Best Actress in a Leading Role’. The Oscar’s were special to you. You had been honored by receiving 4 awards already. Once in leading role and three times in a supporting role. When you were younger, you never thought you’d achieve so much but here you were nominated again.
Jared had moved, so he was now standing in front of you, and pulled you close for a kiss. “A little nerve is good, so no it’s not weird. We better get going though, otherwise we’ll be late.

You arrived at the red carpet and posed for the press, for some photos with Jared and some alone. He did the same. You went on to give a few interviews. Everyone was clearly convinced that you’d be winning this year. Your last nomination and win was now 7 years in the past. You had taken some time off, to go on tour with Jared for a while and afterwards you focused on doing some independent films, you even had your directorial debut. But you went back to acting after you received the script for a brilliant drama, you couldn’t say no to.

The ceremony was coming to a close. Most of the awards had been giving out and now it was time for the ‘Actress in a Leading Role’ category. You were getting nervous again, so Jared held your hand. They showed the nominations with a clip of the movie, and put the camera on the nominated actresses. You blushed and smiled shyly.
“And the Oscar for ‘Actress in a Leading Role’ goes to… Y/N Y/L/N for her portrayal of Y/C/N.” The room erupted in cheers. People were standing up and applauding you. You got up and Jared pulled you into a hug “Congratulations, love.” “Thank you.” You made your way to the stage and accepted your award. “Thank you, everyone, thank you so much. Sorry I’m just a little shocked, so bear with me please.” The audience laughed. “First of all, I’d like to say that I’m honored to be recognized among these 4 incredibly talented actresses. Ladies, you are all amazing.” You continued to thank your director, your cast mates and the academy. “And last but certainly not least, I’d like to thank my husband, Jared. Thank you, for always supporting me, encouraging me to step out of my comfort zone and trying new things. And for being the best husband and my best friend. I love you, thank you.” He mouthed an ‘I love you’ back and you made your way backstage, to face the press.
Soon you could return to your seat. Jared was smiling brightly. “I’m so proud of you! 5 Oscars, looks like we need more space in the house.” You giggled. He moved in closer to give you a quick kiss. “I love you.” You smiled, “I love you.”.