I wanted to continue what @That-Punny-Cookie started, even if it was my other account that I deleted, I had a feeling nobody would believe me and all.
Just saying, the One-Shot wasn’t supposed to be submitted, it was a draft ;w;
But, just saying, the day I found out you replied…
I WAS JUMPING OVER MOON ;;;;;W;;;;;;
I WAS OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS! O-O
I FELT LIKE I COULD PUNCH THROUGH A WALL
I WAS THAT PUMPED WITH HAPPINESS
(Also- YOU GOT HIT BY THE TRAIN NUU ;A; WE LOST A SPECIAL PERSON!)
Error poked the chocolate softly.
It looked yummy.
And Error wanted to eat something.
Error gently picked up the chocolate while Ink watched, curious for what his rescuing to chocolate will be. Error took a small nibble of the chocolate (that wasn’t wrapped) slowly and cautiously. His eye lights lit up slightly at the sweet taste. Instead of chomping down the chocolate greedily, Error instead took quick but small nibbles of the chocolate. Ink giggled at the small glitchy child.
”Hey, what’s your name?“ Ink asked, “I’m Ink. You can call me anything but shorty.”
Error looked up at Ink, blinking a little, putting down the (very tasty) chocolate bar.
Error sat down a little more properly, sitting on his bum. (Is that more proper, or does it not make a difference? I don’t know, whoops-)
“My NaMe iS Error,“ Error murmured softly. Ink leaned in a little, humming in question. “What did you say?” Ink asked politely. Error tooonin a deep breath and looked Ink straight in the eye with slight bravery.
”Error,“ Error repeated confidently, “My NaMe Is Error.”
Ink smiled brightly, crawling closer to Error. ”That’s a great name! Do you mind if I call you … Hmm … RuRu, perhaps?“ Ink asked. Error rose his ‘eyebrows.’ “WhO Is ’RuRu’¿” Error asked back. Ink giggled, scooting a little closer to Error.
“Your RuRu, silly!“ Ink smiled, pointing to Error. Error pointed to himself, “mE¿ bUt, I’m ErRor!” Error protested, “nOt rUrU!”
Ink grinned, “If I call you RuRu, you can call me anything you want. If you like, you can call me shorty, even if I’m taller than you,“ Ink suggested, scooting until he was normal length from Error.
Error puffed his cheeks and and crossed his arms, “I-i’m nOt GonNA aLwAyS bE shOrT! I-i’lL grOw Up!“ Error huffed, “i’lL grOw Up TO bE tAlL!”
Ink rolled his eyes playfully. “Suuuuuure. Hehe. Anyway, want to leave this awful place?“ Ink asked Error. Error gasped and stood up quickly, “yEs PleAsE, InK!” Error smiled, which Ink returned. The artist stood up, and realized how short Error was. Even wearing shoes, Error was just a little shorter than Inks elbow.
’Oh my gosh,’ Ink squealed internally, ’He’s so short!’ Ink internally fangirled at how cute Error is. ‘But, I also wonder, will Error be able to go through the portal himself?’ Ink asked himself. He shrugged and opened a portal using his paintbrush. Almost immediately, Error hid behind Ink.
“WhAt Is ThAt… ?” Error asked nervously, grabbing onto Inks clothes. Ink turned a little, looking down at the nervous child.
“That, RuRu, is a portal. It will take us away from here,” Ink smiled happily. Error still hid behind Ink.
The artist turned around completely, grabbing Error and placing him onto his hip. Error squeaked and grabbed onto Ink for his dear life.
Ink looked at Error, “Are you ready? We’re going to walk through the portal.“ Error nodded, grabbing onto Ink even more tightly.
’He might fall asleep when we go through the portal,’ Ink thought, ’Probably because of his unsteady magic.’
After that thought, Ink stepped through his portal, entering his guest room in his home.
Which was thankfully not covered in enough papers to not be considered a room anymore. The room was quite plain. If had a twin sized bed in the middle of the room, pressed against the wall. On the right of the bed was a desk, papers and pencils scattered around the wooden surface. It was a plain looking room as mention earlier.
Ink turned to check if Error had fallen asleep.
Yup, he is.
Ink picked up Error and placed him onto the guest bed, tucking him in.
Ink sat next to Errors bed, just in case Error wakes up and gets scared, or something along those lines. Ink wants to be next to the glitchy skeleton, he wants to know if he’s okay, he wants to make sure nobody is messing with Error.
The artist stroked Error’s head in a comforting manner, hoping too sooth the skeletons nervous nerves from going through portal earlier.
“I will watch over you, no matter what. Your my small little dork.”
Before y'all start screaming about stuff I messed up
I thought that Error wouldn’t have hapephobia(? Is that his you spell it?) because he wasn’t stuck in the void for a heck of a long time. So he didn’t mind the touching. (Or, maybe I didn’t want to write angst/feels ;w;)
(I’ve gotten sucked into child!error x Ink to the point where I’m drawing them in class XD)
(Superfam AU) Peter being on sharkweek and his cramps are really bad. Cue Dad!Tony to the rescue with tea, ibuprofen, chocolate and anything Peter says that helps him feel better.
i’m not the biggest fan of the superfamily au because i don’t like it when people erase aunt may and uncle ben, but i’ll indulge this hc and raise you:
tony is transgender as well and peter is his biological son, and tony doesn’t have periods anymore but he remembers how much they sucked ESPECIALLY when you’re a trans guy, so he always dotes on peter and spoils him (maybe a little too much) during that time of the month
and one day steve walks in to see peter sitting on a throne of blankets and pillows while tony serves their son a platter of greasy burgers with a side of cheesecake (literally a platter, a silver platter), and he just leaves the room muttering about “this has gone past comfort and has entered weird cult status”
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You’re included in a newly debuted duo namely
You’re the main vocals while Seulgi is the sub-vocal and
rapper of the group (imagine something like Bolbbagan4).
So today is your first fan meeting, your group isn’t that
popular like Akdong Musician, but you have a very interesting music.
“Y/n!” Seulgi ran up to you.
“oh! Seulgi, are you ready?” You smiled at her,
and she nodded.
It’s a really nerve wrecking moment when you first debuted.
The staffs ushered you backstage, and you can hear the fans
screaming at their seat. You expected only a few fans will come but when the
host called you and Seulgi, your eyes widen at the sight of more than a hundred
fans waving their banners in the air.
“Care to explain?” - Remus Lupin x Hufflepuff!Reader Imagine
My patronus is a hedgehog too!Could you do a remus x hufflepuff reader where shes jamess sister and he just ignores how depressed she is but remus helps her and falls out with james over it but the reader tries to make them friends again and they get married but then she gets killed with the other potters when remus goes out for five minutes then when he teaches at hogwarts and is about to resign harry sees a picture of her and remus explains that his aunt would have been proud of him and fluff
- Hope you like it! WARNING: depression mentioning + REALLY LONG!
Harry Potter couldn’t believe it. So, he had a godfather and a sort of uncle? Yes. He just met Remus Lupin and Sirius Black but not as a professor and a prisoner, just as his parents’ best friends. As he asked Remus why he packing to leave the school, and the werewolf explained, Harry looked down at his desk to find a beautiful picture of Lupin and a girl smiling. They were about at Harry’s age, in the picture. Harry smiled and looked up. Remus was looking at the picture too, with a sigh.
“Care to explain?” asked Harry, a smirk up his lips.
You were James Potter’s sister. He was so different from you. He was a Gryffindor, you were a Hufflepuff. He was loud, you were quiet. So it wasn’t always easy to be a shadow. James was so amazing that nobody cared about you. Or, at least, that’s what you felt like. You were becoming to be really depressed: nothing was going your way. It was like the world crashed on you. You felt alone and unwanted, you just wanted to end it.
One day, you had enough and spend the whole time just thinking about everything and what you were going to do about it. You hadn’t eaten anything yet and the sun was starting to set, as you were looking at it from outside the castle. That’s when you heard footsteps that made you jump. Gripping at your wand, your eyes still watering, you turned around.
“Hey, cool. It’s just me!” said Remus with his hands up in surrender as you pointed your wand at him.
Just him. Remus Lupin. Your brother’s best friend. At least one of them! James had so many friends. You used to hang with all of them before James got his obsession with Lily Evans and completely cut you out of his life. Maybe this was the reason why you were so much hurt, after all. You missed James, your other half. You lost yourself once again in the old chapters of your life as Remus, concerned, waved his hand in front of your eyes, asking if you were okay.
“Yeah, I’m fine. How can I help you?” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t take notice of your poorly soaked cheeks.
“Isn’t it more of how can I help you?” he replied, emphasizing on the “I”.
You gave him a sweet smile as he dried your tears and hugged you tightly. You knew Remus was the most sensitive and sweetest of them all, you just never thought he would actually take time for you.
“Er-… I just feel left out, sometimes. But it’s nothing, really, you can go back to wherever you were going to!” you said, not wanting him to worry.
“Ah, c’mon. I came because I was worried about you..”
“You were?” you asked, so surprised.
“I really was. You spent all day daydreaming and I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten at all. So, in good chocolate needed rescue, I came!”
You giggled as he offered you a piece of chocolate. This was typical Remus. You could never see him without chocolate, it was his ride or die. You took it thanking him and ate a bit, feeling so much better already. He sat with you on the fresh grass and you sent the night telling him all about it. It felt so good to let it all out. You cried a lot, too. And it broke Remus’ heart but he held you so close that you felt your heart recovering from its scars already. Remus was furious when he heard all of this was mostly because of James and swore he would give him words about it.
After that night, Remus never left your side again and kept on trying to make you smile every day. He even left out the marauders for you, which you were so saddened by. But he was so furious at James for breaking your heart, that he didn’t want to be in his presence anymore. You saw how your brother looked at you, he realized this was his fault. And one day, he even came to you and apologized.
“Sis, can I talk to you please?” he asked nervously.
“Sure.” nerves were killing you right now.
“Look- I.. I messed up real bad. Real, real bad. I thought you would be fine if I left out a bit and it ended up with me totally excluding you from my life. I am an horrible, terrible brother and I so apologize for it. I love you. Would you give me another chance?”
You did want to give him another chance but you were so afraid he might mess it up. And you finally felt so good, you didn’t want to go back to the dark times again. But you also knew that the only way Remus would talk to him, was if you talked to him. And you loved your brother, after all.
“Fine. But please, never again.” you said, tearing coming up to your eyes.
He swore never to break your heart again and you knew it was true with the hug he gave you and the smile on his face. You looked back at Remus who had a huge grin. You invited him over, with the rest of the marauders, and all five of you had a massive huge hug in the middle of the Great Hall.
It was a beautiful summer night and you couldn’t be happier. Things turned out pretty well with your brother, Remus, and the other two marauders Sirius and Peter. Even with Lily, you guys were best friends! But tonight, it was a special one. You were here, in a beautiful silk white wedding dress, dancing with your formerly new husband Remus. He proposed to you a year ago and, even if a lot of people thought this was really soon as you just got out of Hogwarts, with the war coming up you two just felt it right. You were both scared of what could come, you couldn’t not enjoy the time you have in present. You both swung from side to side, smiling at each other while Lily and James looked at each other,
thinking they wanted the same thing.
The times of your wedding were surely happier than what you lived right now. The Potters had been murdered and Sirius Black was being sent to Azkaban for their murder. You knew it wasn’t his fault, you knew they swept places with Peter at last minute. You knew because it was your fault they did. It was your idea. Sirius didn’t blame you, nobody did. But you surely did enough of blaming yourself for the murder of your brother and your bestfriend.
That night, when Sirius was being taken away, he kept screaming how innocent he was and you kept crying, thinking this was all your fault. Remus was thorn between two people, stuck in this messed up chaos.
“I’ll be back, okay? I will just tell him good bye. You stay safe, love.” said Remus, holding you close.
“Yes, yes. Tell him I’m sorry, Remus, tell him I really am.” you said, sobbing.
Remus went to Sirius before the guards took him and looked at him in the eyes.
“I really hope this wasn’t you. Take care, we will get you out of this, promise.”
“I’m innocent Remus. Stay safe, you and her, you need to be careful!” screamed Sirius as the guards were leading him now to his cell.
Remus watched his friend leave, his heart broken. But once he turned around, you weren’t there anymore. He searched for you everywhere, screamed your name and ran out of the Ministry. He looked out and saw you running into the Forbidden Forest, screaming at you not to do it. But you wanted to give revenge. Your life was a mess and you were fed up with it. And as you stood in front of a Death Eater, a flash of green light came through you and with the screams of Remus, the killer left. Remus fell in front of your lifeless body, crying.
“NO! NO!! You can’t leave me! Not you too!” he screamed, his head laying on your stomach as he wished he never left your side.
“That was everything I lived with her, Harry” said Remus as he finished his resume, a tear in his eye.
“So.. If she didn’t die, and as she was my aunt, I would have lived with you and her?” Harry asked, feeling so much regret for not knowing this amazing woman.
“Yes, indeed.” replied the werewolf, drying his now tear-stained cheeks. “And, my god, she would have been so proud of you Harry. So proud.”
“I hope so.” Harry replied with a smile. “I’ll bet she is so proud of what you become. And that she loved you a lot.”
“Oh, Harry,.. I loved her too. So much.”
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You settled Leonard against the outside of the shuttle, and flopped down beside him. You both sat in silence, listening to the leaves rustling in the warm morning breeze. You sighed, tired to the bone. Breakfast hadn’t gone far between the two of you, and you needed some rest before you went foraging for fruit and checked your trap lines. You also didn’t want to leave your ward alone, blind.
“You sound tired,” he commented without looking at you. “You didn’t sleep last night, did you?”
“I couldn’t,” you shrugged. He must have felt it because he turned toward you, even though his eyes were still wrapped.
“Because you were watching me,” he commented.
“It’s been a long time since that botanist died, Leonard. I’m not used to people,” you admitted. “And yes, I was worried. I’d rather deliver you back to your ship. Not your corpse.”
“I’m glad you found me,” he smiled, and reached up for your face. You leaned your cheek against his hand, instinctively knowing the gesture he was aiming for. His thumb traced along your cheekbone, and his fingers trailed down your jaw, eliciting a trail of goosebumps across your shoulders and down your arms. When you didn’t pull away from his touch, he drew his thumb across your lips, your chin, over to your ear, taking careful stock of what he felt. “Human?”
“Yes.” Your voice cracked a little. No one had touched you in nearly half a year. It had been even longer since it had been a man. His hand stilled.
“Do I need to stop?” He asked.
“No,” you whispered. His hand traced along your jaw back to your hair and threaded through the loose strands.
“Dirt mostly,” you admitted. “Water is not easy to come by.”
“You sound pretty,” he offered. “You feel kind.”
“How does that work?”
“Laugh lines. Smile creases,” Leonard explained.
“And sounding pretty?”
“Your voice is gentle. You’re patient. You hear more than what is said,” he offered.
“And if I’m a hideous beast who is cruel?” You asked.
“You saved my life, darlin’, you’re hardly cruel,” he laughed. “And you feel pretty symmetrical. You should try to take a nap. When you wake up, I’ll get you to check my eyes again.”
You wakened leaning against Leonard with his arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair. He was warm and strong and felt good by your side.
You looked up at him, and took in the strong jaw. You hadn’t really noticed his looks before, you were preoccupied with minding his injuries, but now that you’d had some sleep and knew he wasn’t dying, you really looked at him. The jaw was perfect, and his shoulders were broad and strong, tapering down to a trim waist and long, strong legs. You looked back at his face, half covered by the makeshift bandage as it was, and decided he was probably very handsome.
“You feel better?” He asked.
“A little,” you admitted.
“I’ve got good news,” he smiled.
“You caught an alien cow while I was sleeping and we’re having steak tonight?”
“Better,” he laughed. “Subspace interference has cleared. Enterprise has been in contact. We should be shipside before dark.”
“Shut up.” You were astonished.
“If you really want steak for dinner, I’ll make sure you get one, darlin’,” he smiled, squeezing your shoulder.
“If I could see, I’d offer to scrub your back,” he laughed.
“Awful forward of you, Leonard,” you chuckled.
“You saved my life, you feel pretty, you sound kind and you smell like sunshine and berries despite not being able to bathe. I might be halfway in love already, Y/N,” he teased.
“I have a treat hidden in the shuttle.” You scrabbled to your feet and went rifling through your bag, pulling out a cello wrapped bag of chocolates. You tore the bag open and put one in Leonard’s hand. “To our rescue.” You popped a chocolate in your mouth and had to resist moaning. It was creamy and delicious and filled you with hope.
“I am going to hold off on checking my eyes until we’re back on the ship,” Leonard announced, still chewing his chocolate.
“Want me to read to you? I can offer a tech manual or Hamlet,” you suggested.
This sweet boy was found running around. He’s chipped and the owners were contacted and said they don’t want him and they turned him loose but he keeps coming back. If you are interested in fostering him, taking him home or know of a humane rescue message me. SIGNAL BOOST THIS POST!!
“Are you sure you can’t
just pretend to kidnap me?” Pacifica pleaded. “It would totally get my parents
off my back!” They wouldn’t even have a hoard to tempt them, most of the coins
in this lair were made of chocolate.
The dragon shook her
huge, majestic head sadly.
“Heroes would hearken,
hunt for my homestead.
Bright would their blades be, crying for battle.
Surely I must slay them, or swift take the sky-road
To far-off lands, friendless, my fair home forgotten.”
“Yeesh, you could just
say no,” said Pacifica, pouting.
Inktober/Drabble A Day 14-15: Prompt “chocolate dragon rescue.”
Listen guys, hear me out. I love the au where Stan gets a dragon mom but what if Pacifica somehow got a dragon mom!? This dragon is named Kennings and she speaks only in Anglo-Saxon style alliterative verse.
Gatsby’s life vest ended up being way too big for him. I got it at a Marshall’s a while ago and it was already a bit big for him then, but now that he’s a total Fitsby, it’s even bigger.
We put it on him right when we first got there and the little genius swam directly to the deep end. I think he realized he made a terrible mistake because he panicked a little and then the life vest shifted so one of his front legs got caught in it and he couldn’t paddle properly. Corgdad had to walk into the deep end to rescue him.
Also, that chocolate lab was like, totally in love with him. When Gatsby was swimming, he would walk (LOL) next to Gatsby as he paddled.
I am officially wiped out and need some time off. I have work I have to do tonight again though. When new stuff is rolling out at work, I need to be helping out and available. Tonight, that means getting back to work on a conference call at 11:15 pm after working a 10 hour day already.
“But Ari, how do you look so perky in those pics..” you ask? Well.. the answer my dear is DARK CHOCOLATE. I picked up some incredible little dark chocolate hearts this weekend when I took my kids to a cool little candy shop. I just had a healthy share of them. I then danced around my apartment for a little bit to give my lethargic muscles a boost. As you can see in the pics I felt rejuvenated and dare I say it.. a little schmecksie ;) Considering I was not wearing any makeup today and had not shaved since early this morning, I am really happy with how these pics turned out. I think you can see a little of the stubborn shadow in that top right pic, but let’s keep that our little secret.
By the way.. just finished my fifteenth month of HRT. I also have my third laser hair removal appointment next week. These pics show some of my “up top” progress really well. The top I am wearing is just a shelf bra cami that does not provide any lift at all. I am so happy with how I am developing :) I am so grateful for being able to access this treatment and to be able to transition. Boy.. chocolate really does make you feel all happy and giddy doesn’t it?!?
Finally, now that my manager is on board, I am beginning to work on writing my transition announcement letter for my company… eeeek!