You Know, That People That Dont Like To Be Shipped And Minors Cannot Be Shipped, Right? My Mind Took

You know, that people that don’t like to be shipped and minors cannot be shipped, right? My mind took that and ran with it.

They’re (their characters) all ace/aro and that makes everything FUNNIER.

Tommyinnit? He screams about women to FIT IN, but does it in a way that no allosexual or alloromantic does.

Techno? Give him the idea of being aro is HILARIOUS to me. It also explains why he calls people simps. 

Take this as you will.

personal sunshine

fred weasley x f hufflepuff!reader

summary: you were unattainable, fred thought. how could he, the beloved prankster of the school, ever stand a chance to win your heart. you were the embodiment of the sun itself, burning bright as the school’s ray of sunshine. there’s no way you’d notice him, right?

warnings: language maybe?? fluff, angst if you squint. this is my first lil drabble (i think) on here so feedback is appreciated!! not proofread so pls ignore any mistakes!

there you were. sitting at the hufflepuff’s table, right in fred’s view. it was funny, really. like the universe was mocking him. here you were, enjoying your meal and chatting with your friends, while he, staring longingly at you from his seat at the gryffindor’s table. you were so unaware of his lovestruck gaze, so unaware of the way you make his heart flutter and cheeks go ablaze.

it wasn’t fair, he thought. how could you just live life so oblivious to his undying love for you while he has to calm his breathing even when in a 5 foot radius from you? it just wasn’t fair! how was he part of the school’s most infamous and beloved prankster duo, and has yet to even catch your attention?

“you’re doing it again” and although fred’s obvious crush on you was, well, obvious, to the rest of the school, he just can’t seem to admit that he has grown a soft side. for a precious and delicate flower such as yourself, no less.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, georgie” acting as though he wasn’t just caught staring at you with hearts for eyes, fred merely smirked towards his twin. “i’m just thinking about our next target and/or prank, dear twin brother of mine.”

george looks at him knowingly. he just can’t fathom why fred won’t just admit he’s absolutely smitten with you, and to his (much more handsome, he thinks) twin brother no less. but, of course, george just agrees with fred, not wanting to pry details that his brother was very obviously hiding, although he was itching to get.

and that’s how most days would go. fred would just look at you, just hoping that you’d one day reciprocate his feelings, and you both just live happily ever after. but he literally makes no move to try and make that a reality. he just stares, denies that he’s completely wrapped around your finger, and continues to wonder what it would be like if you even felt a fraction of what he feels.

what’d it be like to hold your hand, carry your books, invite you over to the burrow to meet the family, hug you… kiss you.

kissing you and being able to feel how soft your lips were was something fred fantasized about often. wanted to confirm for himself that your lips were as soft as they looked, and if they tasted as sweet as they appeared.

but, alas, these fantasies will only remain as such because he was a coward. fred and coward don’t even look right in the same sentence, but that’s what he was when it came to you. an absolute coward that longed to hold you in his arms, but might never actually grow a pair to make it a reality. still, fred was nothing if not hopeful.

it was a saturday morning, easily the best day of the week. no classes, no robes or uniforms, no responsibilities, nothing. just a day to relax, catch up on anything, and just hang out. whether that’s indoors or outdoors, it doesn’t matter.

fred, as usual, got ready to start the day like any normal person; playing out different ways to ask you to spend time with him in front of the mirror without seeming like a complete creep and/or weirdo.

two scenarios played in his head. the first scenario went exactly how he hoped; he’d approach you confidently, a flirtatious—but respectful—comment would be ready, waiting for the right moment to say it. you’d blush and swoon, and right as you try to say ‘thank you’ without stuttering, he’d ask you out on a date to hogsmeade. of course, you agree. why wouldn’t you? he’s fred freaking weasley for merlin’s sake.

unfortunately, the other scenario was a constant reminder that you literally render him speechless without so much as breathing in his vicinity. this particular scenario plays out like this; he walks up to you, makes a complete and utter fool of himself, and you laugh at him. making it very clear that you have no interest in someone so idiotic, and then he’s left heartbroken for the rest of his life.

of course, tho, he remembers that you’re you. a kindhearted and gentle hufflepuff who would rather be caught dead than ever thinking of hurting a fly. however, you do have some edge to you. like that one time in 3rd year where a slytherin boy was bullying a first year hufflepuff, and you weren’t having any of that. so, naturally, you came up to the slytherin and pants’d him. sure, you got detention, but he was so humiliated that he hardly showed his face again. merlin how he loved you… he thinks and sighs

‘cmon fred! you’re a very sought after man. you got the looks, the personality, the humor… you got this!’

and with that small pep talk, he went looking for you. seeing as it was saturday, he thought of the many places you’d be in right now.

it’s been about 10 minutes and no sign of you anywhere! it’s like you were purposely trying to avoid him! after feeling as though the universe were against him, an idea popped into his head. why not ask your friends of your whereabouts? merlin, i’m an idiot.

so, off he went looking for someome he knew for sure was a close friend of yours; cedric diggory. almost all of hufflepuff were friends with him—or at least knew him. but he was sure you and cedric were close. really close… oh gosh i hope they’re not together. before this silly little thought could manifest into something more, he rushed to the hufflepuff common room to see if he could find cedric, or possibly you.

as he entered the common room, he was immediately scanning for a brown haired boy. when his eyes landed on a familiar face, it wasn’t cedric, but alas, you!

eyes wide and palms getting clammy, he told himself that he’s a catch and that he has nothing to worry about. after taking a deep breath—and a million reassurances later—he started walking towards you. don’t do or say something stupid. don’t do or say something stupid!

“hey y/n!” he says, clearing his throat, a clear indication that he was nervous.

you turned around, knowing exactly who it was that addressed you. “hey fred!” you said, giddy as ever considering the major crush you had towards the charming wizard. “what brings you here?” you were nervous, like it was fred weasley! who wouldn’t be nervous. byt you did your best to play it cool. as if your insides weren’t playing tug-o-war with butterflies.

fred look straight into your mesmerizing eyes and nearly chickened out. but momma didn’t raise no bitch, so, as calm as he could, he told you exactly why he was there. “uhm… well… i w-was actually loo-oking for you” he cringed at how badly he was fumbling over a few simple words. words he rehearsed about a million times.

blushing, you gave him a shy smile and looked towards the ground. surely it wasn’t in that way. maybe he needed help with homework or something. don’t overthink anything, dummy. “really? how come?” you tried to act as nonchalant as you could. didn’t wanna scare him off with your eagerness.

come on freddie! just do it! i swear if you said it in the vine voice 😭 “well… i wanted to know if… if you wanted to uhm …join me on a trip to hogsmeade…. maybe next saturday?” he finished, sounding more like a question that anything else. he made a mental note on how your cheeks started glowing a pretty shade of red, thinking you might say yes!

blushing and playing with your robes, you answered, “i’d love to”. your friends were waiting for this day for a long time! fred’s eyes literally lit up, elated with your answer.

you both just kinda looked at each other, taking in each other’s appearance and just soaking in the fact that you two were going out on saturday.

your friends cleared their throat, giggling when fred got flustered and started stuttering again.

all in all, it shaped up to be a pretty good saturday.

sorry the ending was ass but i hope you liked it nonetheless! i’m gonna start making a prompt list so you guys can send in asks! so look forward to it 😁

The ghosts on DSMP are left behind as they were seemingly never a part of them. Let me explain.

In the year(ish) leading up to c!Wilbur’s death, he was losing it. He finally built high, his apparent childhood dream. Phil stated that young Will always did just that, he would build something and then destroy it. Wilbur got his country, his people, and all taken from him. He lost everything. He set out to destroy what was once his, blinded by envy. He wasn’t happy. He did not seem happy at all. The only thing he felt when he destroyed it was bliss before immediate regret. He no longer felt like he had a purpose, he completed the next part of cycle. The next step was supposed to rebuild or build something else entirely. It was his unfinished symphony, as he did not break that cycle.

You know who was happy? Ghostbur. He did not have the ability to remember any sad things or to gain new sad memories. He was simply a ghost of what Wilbur no longer was or could be. Will was no longer happy.

I said ghosts as I feel the glimpses we currently have of Ghostboo, he is the same way, except that Ranboo did have happiness, he could feel it. He did, when he was with his family. So, why am I mentioning Boo? The ghost has carelessness, he is not worried. He could seemingly remember everything but he just doesn’t care. He is released from it all, from all the stress. The stress of not having the memory book on him at all times? Nope. Ranboo was not like that, he couldn’t be like the ghost. He cares, he stresses constantly. The ghost could be something they could not.

The ghosts are not the ghosts of the people, but what they could not be. Wilbur could not be happy, Ranboo could not be stress free.

Last train home

Phil: ...Doesn’t it hurt him when he cries?

Tubbo, desperate: PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!

philza: so, how's fatherhood treating you?

tubbo: good. i didn't expect this much crying though, to be honest.

philza: don't worry, it's normal for toddlers to cry.

tubbo: what? no, michael's fine, i was talking about ranboo.

ranboo, crying while watching michael run across his bedroom: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

“-I know, right? So then Bakubro said…”