thanks patch ; )

So this happened and there’s no way out of this au I have thrown myself into. I can’t start on this until I’m done with my current fic so I’m going to just dump some of my ideas here cause they can’t be contained. I blame this entirely on the four horsemen of the nyxnoct fandom @jasperraven, @goddamnminyard, @ckyking and @aithilin  because you guys give me too many feels with your stories.

Without further to do, the NyxNoct Harry Potter au no one asked for but Imma give people anyways.

  • Now here me out, Noctis is a total hufflepuff. Cause Noctis literally does not care where you come from. As long as you treat people right and try you’re best to do the right thing he won’t have a problem with you. He would befriend anyone from any house.
  • Noctis is fucking loyal too. He will die for you literally and figuratively.
  • He might be a little impatient and can be a little lazy but he likes to think he left behind those traits in his teenage rebellion years
  • Though, if he’s honest, he thinks there might be a bit of his father’s Gryffindor genes in him. What other reason would there be for his choice of occupation being an auror. Gladio not being factored in.
  • Prompto is a Slytherin because, honestly if he wants something he will get it. Leaving his pureblood family because he doesn’t want to follow the dark lord? Done. Surviving on his own with minimal help for years? Done. Losing a bunch of weight just cause he wants to befriend Noctis? Done. (which honestly was wholly unnecessary. noctis would have hung out with him regardless) Becoming a magizoologist and saving the black chocobo’s from exinction? You damn right he’ll get that done too.
  • Ignis is unsurprisingly a Ravenclaw. He soaks off knowledge like a sponge and is especially fond of passing it on to others, namely noctis. The man has a sharp tongue to boot. Like he can be an absolute savage sometimes.
  • “I came across a curious sight the other day, Noctis.” “What was it?” “I was doing some extra research for muggle studies and I came across a picture what I thought was you’re room.” “What?” “Turns out it was just a picture of what muggles call a land fill.” “….Wow rude.”
  • It’s really no surprise he gets a position in the Department of Mysteries. Gladio, also no surprise, is a Gryffindor. He fits the description to a T. His gryffindor-ish personality tends to get him in more trouble than it’s worth, hence the many scars, but he always manages to make it out somehow.
  • Gladio comes from a long line of aurors and he wasn’t going to be the odd one out.
  • Nyx is a Gryffindor though the hat had a hard time pinning Nyx down. He had many qualities all the houses except Ravenclaw. Nyx almost became a hatstall.
  • He’s a little disappointed that Libertus ended up in a different house but honestly he cared as little for all the house rivalry stuff. It wouldn’t stop him from still hanging out with his friends.
  • Nyx and Libertus befriends a Slytherin named Crowe during their first year at howgwarts.
  • The three of them get along like a house on fire leaving behind a trail of mayhem.
  •  Everyone is pretty surprised Hogwarts made it through with minimal damage and with only four professors resigning from their positions.
  • The three of them become aurors and due to their exceptional skill end up in the Kingsglaive.
  •  The Kingsglaive is special task force and is comprised of only the best. They take on only the most dangerous of missions. It’s a testament to ones skill to make the cut.
  • Regis is the Minister of Magic and has held on to the position since even before Noctis was born.
  • Being the song of the Minister of Magic is the big reason why Noctis tends to take on the most difficult tasks for himself with a fierce sort of determination. He doesn’t want anyone to say he only got to where he was because of his father’s position. It’s this hard work that gives Noctis an opportunity as well to join the kingsglaive, two years after him becoming an auror.
  • The Kingsglaive adore him. With the exception of Luche but honestly, very few care about his opinions on things like this
  • His nickname amongst the members is ‘our baby glaive’ much to his chagrin.
  • He loves them all just as much though. They’re family. For Hearth and Home indeed.
  • He’s closest to, of course, our trio of trouble makers.
  • If you asked Noctis or Nyx how they ended up together they wouldn’t bee able to tell you. The transition was so seamless that they just kind of woke up in each others arms one day and decided this was the best place for both of them
  • That’s not to say there wasn’t any problems though. The was a prophecy for one thing. Yes, the good old prophecy cliche to ruin all things.
  • There’s a dark lord, who has been terrorizing the people for the better part of two millennia too
  • Noctis, of course, is the main subject line for this life ruining prophecy. Apparently, according to some mystical force in the universe, named the Astrals, Noctis is destined to take down Ardyn. A dark lord that seems to be almost un-killable at this point. Not without lack of trying.
  • He’s suppose to die as a result too but his friends and family are having none of it. Not even a bit. The Astrals can take their prophecy and shove it up their own asses.
  • There are others who have tried to defy the prophecies passed down by the Astrals but none have succeeded. So that’s why many, at this point take, the Astrals words as law.
  • Not this generation though. The people in the past didn’t have the kind of people Noctis did behind them. The people who failed didn’t have Nyx fucking Ulric behind him.
  • The hell he was going to sit back and just let Noctis die.
  • Ardyn and the Astrals won’t know what hit them

I have so many more headcannons but just can’t even with this au right now. I’m just going to go and finish my other story now.

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I drew @thatsthat24 because he’s amazing and him/his videos constantly make me smile (also he’s extremely similar to my former stepdad, who I have many many good memories with, so just watching Thomas’s video or seeing a picture of him or anything just gives me a sorta sad but also fuzzy and warm feeling) and that’s just so good for me right now because I’m going through a pretty rough patch right now.

Thank you Thomas Sanders for being so great and caring about everyone!

I used 3 different styles in this: my normal style, a more realistic style and the Steven Universe style because he loves SU

I was folding a scarf display when some lady on her phone shoved it out of her way and tumbled all the piles of already perfectly folded scarves to the ground. It was 9pm, and I had already fixed so many things in the past seven hours that I just sagged like an abandoned marionette. Then here comes this new lady. Not even five foot tall and with pure white hair, all wrapped up in a fuchsia sweater . She helped me pick them all up and put them in a cart, then sort of patted me on the arm. I thanked her so many times. Then, this woman rummaged in her patch-work purse for a moment before depositing multiple small things in my hands.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a bright smile full of sunlight.
“It will get better.”
And then she left.
I looked down at my hands and saw about eight werthers original caramels. My day did get better, and I was in a great mood after that.
I swear I met the guardian angel of retail workers.

 'Would you try some sweet magic?’

Hello Kitty Band-aids (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request by @itybitynovak Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Peter Parker x Reader where Peter comes back from being Spider-Man and is a little bruised up and the reader helps patches him up? Extra fluffy please :) thank you! p.s. I love your writing xoxo

Originally posted by painfulblisss


A tap on your bedroom window at three am would usually be terrifying but not anymore. You’re excited about Peter’s visit tonight because you have finally psyched yourself up to tell him that you like him. This, however, was not how you’re him.

Peter’s sitting on your fire escape with the shirt part of his costume around his waist. Bruises and shallow cuts litter his chest. You cringe when you see them and usher him into your room. Feelings don’t matter at the moment, you have to help patch him up, you tell yourself. You pull the first aid kit from underneath your bed. You got it after the first time he showed up with cuts and scratches. 

He lies on your bed, engulfed by the comforter, and sighs happily at the comfortable position. You hesitantly straddle his hips and began dabbing the largest cuts with alcohol. Peter cringes at the sting but gets used to it quickly. “Hey,” he whispers quietly after a while. “Hey, Peter,” you whisper back with a smile. He sits up gently and props himself against the headboard before he pulls you into the same position. His forehead touches yours and you smile at each other. 

He looks at his chest and huffs a laugh. “What’re these?” “They’re, um, Hello Kitty bandaids. I kinda ran out of the other ones.” You say, embarrassed. “Thanks for patching me up,” he says quietly. His breath is warm against your lips. You shake your head and his head moves with you, “It’s no problem.” He leans forward and connects your lips quickly but gently.

“Hey Pete?” you say carefully, almost questioning yourself. “Yeah, (Y/N)?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N). You and your Hello Kitty bandaids.”

still a LOT of broken and imbalanced stuff, i feel bad for letting so much slip through but hey, that’s what alphas are for

i’m taking notes on the bugs (i know units getting lost/wounded/collapsing are still broken) and the stuff that irks people (i’m devising a way of replacing units that die or get sick), there should be another patch within the next 48 hours.

thanks for all the feedback and support everyone, keep it coming ! i hope we can make this into a legit fun game

An open letter to the Tumblr Staff from the blogger you just screwed over

Okay, staff, I am super freaking pissed about the update and here’s why. 

I cannot read your new format. 

I’m not trying to be whiny or nitpicky or over-dramatic. I can appreciate that you were attempting to make things look more organised/less confusing/whatever. I also expect the new format is a great improvement for people who have screen readers. That’s great. That’s fine. 

I just cannot freaking read this. I have dyslexia, and my dyslexia is set off by pictures, bold, italics, anything that is more “interesting” to my brain than plain, unadorned text.

Like this monstrosity:

Look at it. Just look at it. The pictures get in between the lines of text, there’s distracting colors and pictures everywhere. The names are bolded when they’re really not the most important thing. Looking at this, I see everything except what I’m supposed to see, that cheesy series of puns. (No pun intended.)

You literally couldn’t have made a worse format for me if you’d tried.

The thing is, your format was what made me really like Tumblr in the first place. It was super clear who was writing something new, because look, there was a freaking line pointing right to it. Unless someone started writing in all caps or bold or whatever, all the text in a post had the same amount of emphasis. Finally, SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET I COULD READ.

And now, now I can’t read any of it at all. 

So yeah, I’m pissed. 

Like, I know that you’re not going to change it back, because you never seem to listen when anyone on your site complains about anything. I’m not sure why I bothered writing this to you guys, given your track record. 

But now’s your chance to prove me wrong. Seriously, the least you could do is give us an option here. You’ve still got the old code. Just stick a button somewhere to revert to the old format so I can enjoy my text posts in peace. 

Sincerely, 

Dyslexic Blogger

Like Sunlight- Part 1 (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Requested by: Me. I am trash. 

Summary: The reader finds Newt in a bad state. Shocked by his self-deprecating words, she decides to remind him just how much he’s loved.

Word Count: 2738

Warnings: Suicidal!Newt, basically mentions of depression and loneliness. You could maybe make the argument that Newt is disassociating, but overall he’s just a sad lil babe. Let him be loved.    

Skirting the edge of an ice patch, you hurried down the alleyway, thankful that the hustle and bustle of a New York City evening was out of sight for the moment. The sounds of cars, buses, and thousands of voices and moving bodies, however, still filtered back to you, and the deep January chill sliced into your skin, making you wish you hadn’t left the house in a skirt. Your sweater partially kept the cold away, but your legs felt chilled to the bone.

This would be the last time you disregarded the weather report in favor of style.

Home was calling just then, where the only sounds would be made by you—sipping hot chocolate, turning the pages of a book, the warm silence punctuated by the crackling of a fire. You could practically feel the radiating heat, could almost touch the knitted blanket wrapped over your body. Your legs, mustered by your longing thoughts, gave a burst of energy and speed. For the moment, you let yourself forget your hard day at work, let yourself postpone all the studying. Today was Friday after all, you had a whole weekend to relax and catch up, and that much you were thankful for. You needed every bit of rest you could get.

Currently, you were juggling work and school, somehow trying to find a balance that worked wonders for your health as well as your wallet. So far, that balance had been elusive. Most of your mornings were spent at Ilvymoore College, a small wizarding school on the outskirts of New York. There, you were slowly but steadily taking all the needed courses in magical herbs, wizarding physiology, and healing to become a certified Potions Master. You had dreams of opening your own private practice, taking orders from clients and working your own hours all while doing what you loved—creating magical concoctions that healed wounds and ensnared the senses.

But, while studying for your certification, you still needed to eat.

Afternoons, as a result, were spent waitressing at the Crystalnest Cafe. Although it was an adorable little place nestled into a grove of trees in Central Park, hidden from No-Majs by a charm (They saw a grimy looking lake instead of the enchanting lights strung between the trees, the magically warmed tables and chairs that sparkled with contained spellwork), the place was constantly packed and the owner could be awful during business hours. You never got a moment off your feet, and your exhaustion showed as the week progressed. Right now though, thoughts of your warm home spurred you forward, anticipation reviving your good spirits.

You just had to make one stop first.

Newt’s apartment was only a block out of your way, and you needed to stop and get the scarf you’d left there yesterday. After helping him tend to his creatures, as you were wont to do when you had a spare hour, you had left the scarf slung over the back of the couch, forgetting it in your haste to get to work. The garment had actually been a gift from Newt himself; a blue and silver Ravenclaw scarf from Hogwarts that fit you just right. Although you had attended Ilvermorny and were a proud Thunderbird, Newt had still presented you with the scarf for Christmas, saying that your love of books and artistic habits had always reminded him of Hogwart’s house of intelligence and creativity (Although, he had added, with his characteristic crooked grin and shy eyes, You could easily be a Hufflepuff. We’re the best, you know). Newt had been so hesitant to give you the scarf, afraid that you would hate it or take it as an insult to your beloved Ilvermorny. You knew that every time you forgot it somewhere he took it as a confirmation of his fears. But in fact, you loved the scarf immensely, almost as much as you hated the thought of making Newt upset. So, despite your desire to get home, you would stop by to get the thing and assure Newt that it had been a careless mistake. You could use the extra warmth anyway.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I loved your headcanon about how Kanan (badly) handles getting injured/sick and having to be patched up. Could you possibly do similar headcanons for how the rest of the crew deals with getting injured/patched up? Thanks!

  • I think that Hera would tolerate her injuries and be That Person that is literally impossible to patch up because she just hops right up and is like ‘okay! we’ve got work to do! I’m totally fine!’
    • meanwhile she’s struggling to walk in a straight fucking line because she’s about to black tf out
  • Sabine is exactly the same as Hera but sometimes she neglects to even tell anyone she’s injured and then they’re all standing around in a briefing or something and just
    • Ezra: Sabine are you bleeding?
    • Sabine: what?
    • Ezra: your side?? is bleeding???
    • Sabine: ‘tis but a flesh wound
    • it’s a real problem with her
  • Zeb just?? never gets hurt??? and when he does he’s literally healed like four hours later and no one understands at all
  • Ezra knows his limits and knows when he needs to be patched up - but he’s horrible about the actual healing process
    • Hera thinks it’s probably from all those years on the streets ingrained into him - gotta keep moving, gotta keep on your feet so you aren’t caught unaware
    • Kanan agrees with her (he knows from experience that’s exactly what it is)
    • So this kid could literally be bandaged up after a fire fight and should be resting for like three days at LEAST and two hours later Kanan finds the kid wandering around Chopper Base doing chores and Kanan’s certain that Ezra is the reason he’s going to die young
  • Basically this crew does not know how to recover properly after being injured and they should really have a babysitter
Not Such a Bad Guy After All

Request:  Could you do a Loki x reader where he is working with the avengers and saves her on a mission? And maybe helps her patch up afterwards? Thanks!

Warnings: Language, injuries.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Originally posted by lokis-quinn


The day Loki Laufeyson came to live with the Avengers was a trip. Odin sent him here to do good by the human population, with a spell on his own powers, just to make sure he didn’t try to betray anyone. To say he was pissed off with everyone and everything would be an understatement.

He’s a bitch to put up with, completely arrogant and inconsiderate.

To everyone, except me.

Well, at first he wasn’t. I think he just thought me annoying, because I wouldn’t leave him alone.

I wanted nothing more than to be his friend, to make him realize that we really only want him to see that we really aren’t worthless ‘mortals’ as he would put it.

So I would pester him, trying anything. Maybe not the best idea. But oh well, it seemed to work somewhat. He’s no longer a prick to you, still to everyone else. But not to me.

We’re on a mission today, and it was just supposed to be a quick save the hostage and get out, nothing Loki and I couldn’t handle on our own, so it was just me and him. If Loki had had full use of his magic we would have been just fine, but he can only do little things, enough, but not enough to attack several people at once, hell we didn’t think we needed it.

Good Lord baby Jesus were we wrong.

I don’t have powers like Loki, or Wanda. I’m just a regular old field agent whos skills are close to those of Natasha. I can take down several people, but we needed more.

So thats how we ended up in this situation.

-

“L-Loki, I don’t think we have enough power.” I grunt out as loud as I can, while trying to fight off enemy agents.

Loki doesn’t respond, as he’s too busy fighting them off as well. He can tell it’s about to just get worse.

And it does.

I’m struck in the leg by a bullet.

“Ugh! L-Loki, I’m hit!” I crumble to the ground and hold my profusely bleeding leg.

I look up from my bleeding leg, seeing this man come up with a gun, no doubt the one used to shoot me just now, and holds it to my head.

“Oh man I’m gonna enjoy this.” The man smirks a twisted grin.

‘This is it…this is how I’m gonna die.’  I close my eyes, prepairing for the impending death.

I hear Loki shout, and a big wave of powerful energy.

‘That didn’t feel like a bullet at all.’ Opening my eyes. I look up to see Loki sweating, panting, and growling. He comes up to me and leans down, stroking my face.

“(Y/N), we need to get you out of here.” He picks me up bridal style, and I shout out when he touches my leg.

“I’m sorry, Darling.” I look up at him.

“H-How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“How did you stop them..I didn’t think you had your powers…”

“I don’t know. Odin must have given them back to me, seeing the situation.”

I smile, looking into his eyes.

“Loki, I don’t feel well…” He looks down at the wound, bullet still in my leg.

“I’ll have to get the bullet out, then I can heal the wound. I just need you to stay awake for me right now.”

I nod, just looking into his beautiful blue/green eyes.

“Y-You’re pretty, Loki..” I smile, and bring my hand up to rub his cheek.

He raises an eyebrow.

“You think I’m pretty, darling?” He chuckles.

“I’m going to try to transport us back to compound, we can get there quicker.” I nod, still holding onto his neck.

“And for the record, I think you’re pretty too.”

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Loki’s transportation was successful, and he removed the bullet, using a pain killing spell so I wouldn’t feel anything.

After he removed it, he healed me, my leg completely void of any injury or even proof that it even existed.

“You’re a miracle worker, Loki.”
“Well, I am a God, love.” He smirks at me. Cock bastard.

I laugh and punch his shoulder.

“You’re awful arrogant, Mr. Trickster.”

He just stares at me, bringing his lower lip into his mouth and biting down.

‘God he really is pretty.’

“Loki..?”

“Yes darling?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

He turns his head slowly and looks at me.

“Yes..” I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck and bring my mouth up to his, pressing my lips to his. His arms go around my waist and he pulls me to him and kisses me back, sliding his tongue through my lips. Kissing Loki was everything you knew it would be.

Pulling away he smiles at you.

“I guess you humans aren’t so bad after all.”

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