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Jealousy ~ Pt. 2 of ‘Nightmares’

Part 1:

Pairing: Young! Sirius Black x reader

Requested: sort of, in the comments

Warnings: none

Word count: 1265


Here it is! One day early! I have been working on it and I feel like it’s way better than the first part, although be sure that the story isn’t over yet and that there are a lot more parts coming up!

  It was here: the Graduation dance was merely a month away, so close, yet so far away. Every 7th year was looking forward to it, and so was (Y/N) Lawson. Although she was definitely one of the most wanted girls in her year, her four best friends scared away nearly every boy that wanted to ask her to the dance, until, Thomas Smith, probably the hottest boy in her year, right after Sirius Black of course, set is eyes on her.

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Adult Supervision

Summary: One-shot. Jaken’s scheme to find the Inu no Taisho’s tomb takes an unexpected turn when the Unmother brings Izayoi back from the dead. Alive in the demon’s body, Izayoi wants to make amends with Inuyasha by doing what she couldn’t before: being there.

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A/N: Inuparents Day fic. The story isn’t about their relationship, but it’s often mentioned! 

Dedicated to @wreathoflaurels, who made me love Izayoi. To me, she’s really your character!

“I have come back, Inuyasha… Back from the world of the dead.”

Izayoi was aware of something channeling her, tugging at her spirit—disturbing her peace.

“Stop hurting her!” A man screamed from the outside.

“Your son,” the thing whispered. “The man is your son.”


“Are you okay?” A girl’s voice sounded close by.

“Who’s there? Who are you?” Izayoi asked the darkness.

“I am the Unmother.”

“Kagome, you and her, get out of here!” Inuyasha barked.

“I think not,” Sesshomaru’s voice scorned.

“It’s a trap,” Izayoi realized. She started fighting the demon’s grasp, feeling the strength of the souls which formed it—mothers mourning children who would never come home.

Their intentions weren’t good.

“This place… Where is it?” Inuyasha asked.

“Nowhere!” Izayoi wanted to yell. “It’s an illusion!”

“At the bottom of the spirit world,” the Unmother answered. “I must be crossing over very soon.”

Izayoi would have groaned if she could. Stuck inside the Unmother’s body, she was able to read her like a book.

Inuyasha would die.

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Iwaoi headcanons

- Iwaizumi is obsessed with animal documentaries. He watches one and least once a day, he loves the scenery, the different countries and - of course - all those beautiful animals! He always smiles like an idiot while watching them.

- Tooru normally gets up very early. Every Sunday he visits the small bakery just a few blocks away from their apartment and buys some coffee, fresh bread and cupcakes. (Iwaizumi likes chocolate muffins the most and oikawa enjoys the strawberry cupcakes with white chocolate filling.)

- Iwaizumi is actually the clingy one in the relationship. He doesn’t show it too often in public (it makes him kinda uncomfortable) but as soon as they come home he kisses oikawa, latches onto him, always wants to cuddle and hold hands. (He also loves being the small spoon.)

- They payed an online artist to draw Godzilla and an alien to make out. (“This is a serious investment, Iwa-chan. Don’t you see how badly we need such wonderful piece of art in our living room?”)

- They both like gaming and normally Hajime is the more calm and collected one, until they play Mario kart. He get’s especially angry when they drive the Rainbow Road.


Starbomb: Player Select Previews
Starbomb: Player Select Previews

1. Intro
2. Smash!
3. Robots in Need of Disguise
4. The Hero of Rhyme
5. Toad Joins the Band
6. The New Pokerap
7. Glass Joe’s Title Fight
8. Mortal Kombat High
9. Inky’s Lament
10. God of No More
11. Atari Mystery Hour
12. Minecraft is for Everyone
13. The Simple Plot of Metal Gear Solid
14. Outro

Releases December 16th 2014.

Periwinkle (Dramione OS)


Draco Malfoy needed to clear his head.

All evening he had been unable to keep himself from stealing glances? Looks? No… Outright stares at her

Of course, Malfoy no longer denied to himself that he found her attractive.He wouldn’t say she was pretty. She wasn’t even striking-in-an-unusual-way. No. Granger’s hair was always a mess, as though it hadn’t seen a hairbrush in years. Her front teeth had always been a little bit too big and her atrocious posture was about on par with that of a gargoyle. 

But there was something about her that he found uniquely exquisite. She was so alive. She wore all her emotions so proudly on her sleeve. She loved and hated openly. She was so intelligent that sometimes, when Crabbe and Goyle were blindly and thoughtlessly agreeing with him again, he would imagine what Granger might have to say about the topic. 

He had become incredibly proficient at forcing himself to make his mind go black, in order to stop those thoughts from going too far. After all, her opinions and thoughts rarely aligned with his own, even in his imagination. He couldn’t even make a mental projection of her say what he wanted to hear and so he had taught himself to forcibly shut her out.

None of his techniques were working today.

He’d had the breath knocked out of him when he had seen her walk past holding onto that stupid Durmstrang’s arm. She had smiled at him in her vacant bliss, and he’d noticed straight away that her teeth were different. 

The bloody genius of a girl had probably figured out a way to fix them herself. 

Her hair had been up, exposing the sweep of her neck. And that dress. The periwinkle blue had made her skin glow luminescent. Her eyes were dark and sultry and he hadn’t been able to look away from them until Pansy had noticed and pinched his arm, obnoxiously wondering out loud whether the Mudblood had jinxed Krum into asking her to the ball.

Granger had danced and laughed all night and Malfoy had felt his mood grow more and more sour the more he watched. When she and Krum sat down and began an animated discussion, Hermione’s expression flowing seamlessly from concern to frustration to delighted laughter, Malfoy had had to resist the urge to go over and drag her away with him. He had ultimately left Pansy dancing with Zabini and gone back to his room to seethe by himself before he did something he’d later regret.

He had been trying to go to sleep for the past three hours but every time he closed his eyes, he’d see a vision in blue dancing across the blank expanse and his eyes would fly open again. 

And so he had ended up here, at the lake. Staring out across the water, trying to clear his mind. He always found that much easier to do here. He closed his eyes and thought of his mind as similar to the lake: it didn’t matter what was really going on deep down, he just needed the surface to be smooth and calm enough to give the impression that everything was fine. 

A loud splash snapped him back to attention. 

Stupid, stupid son-of-a-. Damn it! I can’t even say that because Mrs Weasley is lovely! OH THAT STUPID STUPID TOAD OF A BOY.” 

Another large splash, followed by several smaller ones. 

All I wanted.” SPLASH. “Was to feel pretty.” SPLASH. “For ONE NIGHT.” SPLASH. SPLASH. SPLASH. “Was that too much to ask?! WAS IT?” 

Draco waited for another splash as she threw another rock into the lake in frustration but then suddenly, to his amazement, Hermione Granger started to cry.

He knew he should leave. He knew he was probably the last person she would want to see right now. He was also probably the last person she would want seeing her crying.

But he couldn’t walk away.

Not from her.

Not now.

“You know, Granger, most people don’t like change.” 

There was a gasp followed by a minor coughing fit as Hermione realised somebody was there and abruptly choked on a sob.

“It’s why they often violently reject it. Lash out, if you will. Those with more limited mental capabilities- Weasley, for example- are even more likely than most to behave in this quite primitive manner.” 

Why are you here?

He shrugged. “I like going for moonlit walks by the lake.”

“And I suppose you also like going for long strolls on the beach at sunset?”

“It’s nice to see that even whilst clearly devastated, your wit remains razor sharp.” Malfoy hated to admit it, but more than anyone else he knew, Granger made him want to laugh.

“Go away, Malfoy.”

“So as I was saying-”

“I don’t care, can you please just-”

“If you insist on turning from a gargoyle to a goddess in the space of a day, then you really shouldn’t be so surprised when the plebeians resent your ascent.”

There was a moment of shocked silence. 

“Okay first of all, you really need to stop talking like you’re Colin Firth in a period romance drama.”

“Like I’m who in a what?”

“Never mind. Second, what did you just call me?”

“A gargoyle.”

“No. You said I transformed from a gargoyle into?

“I’m not saying it again, Granger.”

“I didn’t hear you the first time.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Do you really think I looked nice tonight?” Hermione sniffed and rubbed at her tear-streaked cheeks with the sleeves of her jumper.

“What did Krum think?” Draco carefully avoided her question.

“Stop avoiding my question.”

“Well what do you think?” he snapped, and then immediately pressed his lips together in apology. 

“I think… Well, I thought I looked nice. My hair was behaving for once and my mum and I bought the dress just in case I ever needed something fancy and of course, my teeth are so much better now. So yeah, I suppose I thought I looked okay but…” A few tears spilled over and down her cheeks and before he realised what he was doing, Draco had reached forward to wipe them away.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up and met Draco’s eyes. “Gra- Hermione.” She had let her hair down after the ball and Draco rolled a silky lock of it between his thumb and forefinger before tucking it gently behind her ear. “You looked…”

Draco couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. He hated the part of him that wouldn’t tell her and he wasn’t quite sure whether he hated it more or less than the part of him that so desperately wanted to.

It took Hermione a few seconds to realise that Draco wasn’t going to say what she wanted him to. He never did and a part of her knew that he probably never would. He was a repugnant person and usually, she detested everything he stood for. But throughout the years he had shown her glimpses of another side to him. A side that struggled so hard to break through the cracks on his surface and every so often, would manage to create the tiniest of ripples in the facade. 

It wasn’t enough. 

Ron Weasley might have hurt her feelings with his furious words earlier that night, but with his silence, Draco Malfoy was breaking her heart. 

She had given him that power despite knowing what he’d do with it and what infuriated her was realising that she had handed it over to him without even noticing. In each of those stolen moments, he had stolen pieces of her.

And he didn’t know what to do with them. 

He couldn’t-wouldn’t- accept them as his own but he was far too selfish to ever give them back.

“I prefer your usual hair, Granger.” Malfoy turned away from her to stare out across the lake.

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t give a shit what your preferences are, isn’t it?” Hermione turned too, noticing the silver reflection of the moon rippling as a tiny fish broke through by jumping out and back into the water.

“You know, foul language indicates a distinct lack of vocabulary?”

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

In the safety of the dim moonlight, Draco Malfoy allowed himself the smallest of smiles. 


“Birdilophosaurus” OR “if Ingen was smart and used bird DNA as a substitute to fill in missing gaps instead of stupid toad DNA”.

This Dilophosaurus was inserted with several bird genes to fill in the gaps caused by natural decay over millennia. several species of song bird were used, as well as the common chicken and, since Ingen wanted pizzazz to wow guests with their dinosaurs; a peafowl.
It’s usually a shy creature that hunts alone or in small familial units. if confronted by a larger predator or threatened by another of it’s species, it will puff up it’s feathers, showing amber-yellow eye spots, along with three thin feathers on each side representing ‘claws’ that it uses to help discourage would-be attackers.

(please note: I cannot for the life of me figure out how Dilophosaurus closed it’s mouth comfortably without showing all those teeth, also I’m not the best at anatomy, I just studied a skeleton and added bird stuff to it)

anonymous asked:

Prompt "No one can make me laugh like you do... Not even George" Fred Weasley x Reader

Originally posted by harrypotterconfessions

The pun was absolutely terrible, another stupid toad based pun after Neville talked about his toad being lost for the 50th time that week, and yet while no one else laughed, Fred couldn’t seem to stop. It was loud, loud enough that half the Great Hall turned to look at you both. 

“No one can make me laugh like you do… Not even George” Fred’s laughter trailed off and you weren’t entirely sure that was a compliment…after all sometimes laughing was at someone and not with someone…and you wouldn’t say that you and Fred were especially close friends…after all you were a year younger than both the Weasley Twins. 

“Good laugh?” 

“Good laugh.” The smirk you received was one that made you surprisingly nervous from the other side of the table. You rarely felt nervous around Fred Weasley, mainly because he was Fred and he was a pretty easy person to be around…

“Well…good…” You slowly let out the words, dropping your eyes to your plate of food, trying to ignore the feeling that had hit you suddenly…since when was Fred’s smile so nice?

Are You Single? - Fred Weasley Imagine


Could you do one where the reader is a Hufflepuff and Umbridge is still in the school? The reader runs in to Fred while on her way back to her common room. They’ve never officially met but she’s in the DA. Her name could be Taylor. She just had detention with Umbridge because she is suspected of being part of the DA. Thank you!

~Taylor’s POV~

When in pain, you would think after the mental mind screaming and the crying would make the time fly by so it would be over. It never did. The pain just wouldn’t go away no matter how many times I wrote with that stupid blood pen. Umbridge called me at least once a day for detention and I just couldn’t take it anymore. All day, I would have this fear and dread of the pain that would soon come to me.

“You’re free to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow” Umbridge’s high pitched voice laced with poison. She smiled wickedly at me before I left the classroom. I was so tired of the pain, the dread and the crying. I was tired of everything. I held my hand against my chest wishing that I could somehow suppress the pain and throbbing. I kept my head down trying to rush to my dorm so I can bawl my eyes out. I was thinking of the many ways, I could hex Umbridge that I didn’t even see that a person was in front of me.

I bumped into the unknown stander and apologized lightly wanting nothing more than to be in my room but then they grabbed my unharmed hand and it made me look up. I made contact with a set of dark brown orbs. His pupils seemed to grow larger the longer he looked at me. My mom always said a sign like this can mean a sign of affection because I would hope. This boy wasn’t any ordinary boy. He was a Weasley, known by everyone as the king of pranking along with his twin brother. His bright red hair seemed to gleam as the fire torches near us shined its luminous light. We’ve never had a real conversation.

I’ve seen him around school a couple of times, actually once I think about it. Constantly. We always throw looks at one another and gave each other small polite smiles well that was me, Fred usually did his infamous smirk that girls would faint over.

“Hey, Fred.” I mumbled looking up at him with red puffy eyes from the earlier crying. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone is stern and I have a feeling that he won’t easily back off without an explanation. “It’s nothing important.”
“Yes, really. I have to go, Fred.” I said starting to walk away.

“Taylor, wait.” He said this time he grabbed my injured hand and I screamed at the sudden squeeze of his grip on my open cut. “Fred, let go!” I cried, he let go instantly and was about to apologize but then he saw the cut.

“What happened?” It felt a sudden burn at my throat, her name was stuck and I didn’t want to say it but my rage overtook my pain.

“It was that stupid fat toad! I hate her! I wish she would get eaten by a dragon!” I would have never said anything like that about anyone because I usually try and see that there is still goodness in a monster but there is no light in Umbridge at all. I would think it would be cruel if I wanted Umbridge to get eaten by a dragon but she would deserve it greatly. Fred’s eyes widen and he hugs me. My rapid breathing decreases to a normal pace, the hug somehow make me feel comforted in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Thank you” I whispered before detaching myself from the hug.

“I just didn’t want you to kill me.” He smiled making me laugh sadly. “Come with me. I know just the thing for that hand.” He grabs my uninjured hand and brings me to the room of requirements.

We sit on the floor with a bowl in between us. “What is it?” I ask curiously looking at the pale yellow liquid within the bowl.

“It’s Murtlap Essence, it supposed to help with the stinging and heal the cut.” I slowly put my hand in and let out a sigh of relief. It felt so soothing as thought there was no cut at all. “Why did she give you detention?”

“Her little group of Slytherins found me on the seventh floor near here. I knew they were following me, so that’s why I didn’t come to practice today.”

“Don’t worry about that kitten loving toad. She’ll get what she deserves sooner or later.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but smile too. “I know this is random but are you single?” He asked, I nodded my head.

~ A Week Later ~

“I can’t believe it. She’s finally gone.” I smiled. “What happened to her?” I asked Ron as we sat in the Great Hall for breakfast.

“She got taken away by centaurs, Harry and Hermione said they never heard something scream so loud” Ron laughed. I laughed with joy “I told you” Fred said sitting beside me. “Indeed you did” he smiled at me. He leaned in slowly but I turned my head to tease. He kissed my cheek. “Maybe later” he rolled his eyes before grabbing my face and kissing me passionately on the lips. We parted out of breath, both of our face pink. “Merlin, I love you” “I love you too” I said before kissing his forehead.