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I’m thinking about doing a Q&A about ‘Blindfold’. The Universe itself, and any questions anyone might have regarding writing it and plot. So, send in your questions if you’d like!
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সবাইকে জানাই শুভ নববর্ষের আন্তরিক প্রীতি ও শুভেচ্ছা! 🙏❤
Wishing a very Happy Bengali New Year to all who celebrate! 🙏❤
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘃୭̥.┊ 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝘂-𝗵𝗼 𝘅 𝗠𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻 ┊ 𝘃୭̥. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯-𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲! 𝗜 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆! 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗘𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺!
I have a very serious question
the days of the week exist in acotar?
because, really, I don't remember reading nothing about: "in Friday we..." whatever
I mean, do they exist in it?
I’m bored, let’s play a game! 🤔
Send me a word and I will retrieve a sentence from my WIPs (work in progress) that contains the word.
Hoggy-Warty Hogwarts
Grab some popcorn, this fic is long.
Stephanie Brown remembers the day Tim leaves for Hogwarts, the third son to do so. She remembers forcing on a smile, cheering him on, even when her heart ached and she wished for more time. She remembers hugging him carefully, clinging onto the boy who has been her friend since forever.
Stephanie Brown remembers the coldness that followed her everywhere when he left, the way all color seemed to have drain out of her life. She goes through her everyday life numbly, counting down the days until he’ll be back for summer.
Stephanie Brown remembers flying downstairs everyday to check if there’s an owl waiting for her. Sometimes there was, sometimes there wasn’t. The wasn’t’s slowly increased, until she finally accepted that no, he was not going to write. Then her days turned grey, and her eyes turned to stone.
Stephanie Brown remembers running down towards to Drake’s residence when summer begin, only to be told by the sympathetic woman at the door that Tim was going to be staying at his friend’s house over the summer. Just like that, her bright warm sunny days turned cold, and she walked home.
Stephanie Brown remembers her delight when she received her letter for Hogwarts, excitement boiling as she imagines the roof that reflects the outside surroundings, the candlelit halls, the beautiful dorms. Stephanie remembers Diagon Alley and its stores teeming with people. She remembers glimpsing Tim and calls him. He turns, looks at her briefly, and turns back towards his friends, laughing. She stared at him, stunned. Eyes smarting, she lowers her hand and quickly walks away, a shooting pain running through her heart.
She remembers getting Waffles, the owl whose feathers were the perfect golden brown, eyes blinking carefully at her. She thinks she loves him already.
Stephanie Brown remembers shivering with the rest of the first years as they watched the hat sing its song. She briefly scans the room and is surprised to see Tim’s intense blue eyes piercing into her souls from the Ravenclaw table. Heat rises up on her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away, not until Brown is called and she moves forward with a confidence she never possessed. She remembers the hat’s voice, flipping through her brain, asking her questions as it works. She’s holding her breath, hoping for-
Hufflepuff, the hat calls and the table erupts. Applause rings in her ears as she dazedly walks to the table, greeted with shoulder pats and handshakes. She only has eyes for the blue ones across the room, that have disappointment written all over them. Steph can’t help what wonder what he wants from her. Fat Friar tells her to cheer up, at least she was never denied the chance of becoming a cardinal. She stays quiet the entire meal, nibbling on a piece of pie as she watches Tim, smiling as he gulps food down with his friends. She can’t help but feel a little bitter.
Stephanie remembers the first time she bumps into him afterwards, lost in the seemingly endless hallways. He gently grabs onto her elbows to steady her, voice soft when he asks her if she’s okay. He’s looking at her with that look that sends warmth shooting down to her toes. He walks her to her dorm before disappearing, leaving her dazed and confused.
She remembers when she finally makes it onto the Quidditch, a Beater. She flies on her broom, feeling the air rush passed her, hearing the satisfying crack when she swings the bat and it connects with the bludger. For a second, she feels free, away from all the troubles on the ground.
She remembers her first accident from Quidditch, where they’re going against Ravenclaw and Tim flies at a certain angle that the sun hits him perfectly and her breath catches and she’s so-
Pain. Falling. Air rushing by her. Is that screaming? More pain.
Later, she’d get told a bludger had slammed into her ribs and knocked her off her broom, causing her to hit the ground. But now, she drifts away, mind half delusional from pain. She thinks that’s Tim rushing down towards her.
She remembers waking up three days later, informed by Madame Thompkins that her ribs were broken, that she’d successfully almost broken every bone in her body from the fall. She thinks, as she’s drifting under to the send of muffled voice behind the door, that she hears Tim’s voice.
Stephanie remembers waking up, when the sun is still down and the room dark, and seeing his outline by the door, hovering over her. She calls for him, reaching out, and he disappears.
Stephanie remembers the first time she goes to Hogsmeade, feels the butterbeer shoot down to her core, warming her up. She sees the couples walking along the streets, arm in arm, hand in hand. Her mind flashes to Tim, and her heart aches.
Stephanie remembers seeing Tim with that blonde girl, Cassandra, laughing and holding hands. Her heart clenches and rips, shattering like a glass vase dropped from a skyscraper. Tim doesn’t look at her, only ushers Cassandra to a table and pulls her chair out for her. Stephanie tears her eyes away, wondering why her face was getting wet.
Stephanie remembers triumph when Hufflepuff won the house cup for the first time in a century. She thinks they may have taken it a little too far with the celebrations, but can’t find it inside her to care. Joy bumbles inside of her and she throws her arms around everywhere, people in Hufflepuff, people in Slytherin, people in Gryffindor, Tim. He squeezes her tightly, even though his team lost, and he’s so warm she doesn’t want to let go.
Stephanie remembers when she’s at the library, peeking at Tim’s group, when the chair in front of her is pulled out, and a smooth male voice greets her.
That’s how she meets Dean.
She remembers putting her book down, smiling shyly at the boy who has charm oozing out of every pore. She stops paying attention to Tim, and puts all of it onto Dean.
Stephanie remembers when he asks her out to Hogsmeade. She remembers saying yes, heart pounding. He takes her to Three Broomsticks, lavishing her with gifts and praises. She remembers laughing when Tim walks in, his blue eyes widening when he sees her with Dean. She falters when his gaze connects with hers, swirling with emotion yet so cold at the same time. Cold, angry, betrayed… was he upset? She remembers Dean gently prodding her, sending a kind smile over towards her. She remembers when he pulls her closer to him, and then closer, and closer, and closer-
Their lips connect and she thinks she sees Tim turn around and leave but she can’t focus because she’s kissing he’s kissing they’re kissing-
Stephanie remembers Tim confronting her in the hallways, voice harsh as he asks her what she’s doing with Dean. She can’t help but retort, asking why he cared when he’s done so well so far staying out of her life.
Stephanie remembers people screaming when a black robed figure infiltrates their sacred school, raises their wand and slices down. A girl screams, clutching her face. Everyone scatters. The figure turns to her, and she’s paralyzed, mind screaming at her to move. She watches as they raise the wand, closing her eyes.
She remembers opening her eyes when nothing happens, and seeing Tim in front of her, wand raised. The figure is down, body smoking, and Tim is looking at her with that gentle look that breaks down every wall she tried to built between them. He’s gone though, pushed aside by Madame Thompkins as she checks over her. She tries to find him again in the crowd, but he’s gone.
Stephanie remembers Dean staring sadly at her, asking her if her heart truly belonged to him. She opens her mouth, but finds that she can’t answer. Dean only shakes his head and walks away, and Steph understands that this means they’ve broken up. Walking back to her room, she numbly wonders why she isn’t as hurt as she thought she would be.
Stephanie remembers jolting up at the middle of the night when she realizes why she wasn’t heartbroken. Her heart had never belonged to Dean. It had long ago went to the boy with the most beautiful blue eyes she’s ever seen, and black hair dark as the night. It went to the boy she played with as a child, it went to the boy who helped her find her way back to her dorm. It went to the boy who carried her to the infirmary when she was hit by the bludger, and watched over her at night. It belonged to the boy who saved her from that dark figure (who she finds out is a supporter of Black Mask) It belonged to the boy she wanted to go on Hogsmeade dates with, to Three Broomsticks and kiss and play Quidditch with and fly with and dance with and live forever with and-
She loved Tim. She could hardly dare to say it.
She loved Tim. She loved Tim. She loved Tim. She loved Tim.
I love him, she whispers, testing the words out. I love him I love him I love him.
Giddy, she goes to bed with a smile on her face.
Stephanie remembers sitting at Three Broomsticks when a hand rests on her shoulder and Tim sits down, and her hearts starts racing because his hair his eyes his smile-
Hi, he says with a smile that sends the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. She grins back at him and there’s a new warmth that isn’t from the butterbeer. He compliments her hair, she comments on his eyes. He talks of riddles needed to make it into the Ravenclaw dorm, she talks about the cosy, round room that makes up the Hufflepuff common room. Watching him enthusiastically chatter about his newest accomplishment in Transfiguration (which, for some odd reason, is his favorite class. She has no idea why, Charms is so much better), she thinks she can get used to this.
They’re walking past Shrieking Shack when he reaches out and grabs her hand, and the flush on her cheeks is mirrored on his face. They’re walking past Honeydukes when he gives her his scarf, carefully wrapping it around her with an intensity in his eyes that has her unable to tear her eyes away. They’re back at Hogwarts when she leans up and kisses him on his cheek before fleeing inside her dorm, cheeks flaming.
She remembers the library, the steady breathing, peaceful murmuring of voices. She smiles at Tim, sitting in front of her, trying to explain the mechanisms of some wand movement. He flicks his wand and writes his name in the air. She frowns slightly and mimics his action, drawing a ’T’ before it fizzes out. He comes around the table, wraps his hand around hers, and adjusts her grip. Slowly, they write “Tim” in the air, his hand warm around hers. Her head is buzzing from his proximity, chest pressed against her back, head resting on her shoulder. He’s too close and not close enough, she thinks, and freezes when he lightly presses his lips against her cheek before pulling away. A grins breaks out and she wants to yank him in and kiss him senseless. She licks her lips and he looks away.
Stephanie Brown remembers when Black Mask invaded her haven, invaded Hogwarts. She remembers walking to the door and seeing the daunting figure in black, with his eerie mask and gaunt figure. She remembers him raising his wand at the young first-years at the doorway. She remembers jerking forward, raising her wand, and telling him defiantly that he will enter over her dead body, shooing the children in to warn the castle.
Stephanie remembers more pain than she’s ever known before, spell after spell hitting her while she tries her best to keep them at bay. Stephanie Brown remembers searing pain shredding her body as the Black Mask’s cutting spell slams right through her shield and hits her, the tipping point in the battle. She remembers the barrage of spells hitting her over and over again, and she wonders where the backup was.
She remembers Black Mask carefully aiming his wand at her, a red flash, and she falls. Stephanie remembers the resolve running through her, that she was going to keep on fighting. She remembers her trembling arms, remembers wishing she told Tim how she felt. Stephanie remembers when she finally accepted that she was going to die, that no backup was coming, that she still must fight because she can’t let the Black Mask in, even as his followers spread out.
Stephanie remembers when Black Mask got tired of playing with her, and he starts to prepare for the killing curse. Stephanie remembers thinking this is it, her broken wand dangling in her hand. She remembers hearing voices shouting, remembers seeing a brilliant green light flash at her.
She remembers warm arms wrapping around her, yanking her out of the way. She remembers lying on the ground, dazed as blue eyes, familiar yet unfamiliar, stare down worriedly at her. His mouth is moving, telling her something that she can’t hear. She thinks he’s telling her to hold on, or maybe pleading her to stay. She thinks she loves him so much, and curls her fingers around his hand. She’s glad she gets to see him before she dies.
Stephanie Brown remembers waking up to pain and a black haired boy sleeping on the chair next to her. He’s resting against his arms, and she thinks that he is the most beautiful person she’s ever seen.
She remembers when he wakes up, blue eyes that she adored so much staring into her. He says nothing, just raises his hand and presses it against her face and she realizes she’s crying, tears leaking out from her eyes. She’s so thankful she’s alive, so thankful Hogwarts is standing, so thankful Tim is here with her. Steph flings her arms around Tim and starts sobbing.
Stephanie remembers when she is finally dispatched from the infirmary. Tim hasn’t been back since the first day, and she’s determined to let him know how she feels. She finds him in the owlery, watching the birds fly in and out. He doesn’t turn around when she walks in.
She starts saying something, except he turns around and he’s crying and she’s just standing there and he’s looking at her like she’s going to disappear and she tells him she’s not and he looks at her still like she’s going to leave and-
He tells her how scared he was, that she would die. He let everything rush out, his apologies for ignoring her in the beginning, years ago, his wish for her to be in Ravenclaw, his panic when she had gotten injured from Quidditch, how he tried to move on from her but couldn’t, his pulsing fear when that dark figure had pointed the wand at her, how wonderful she felt in his arms, his growing desire for her as time went by, his jealousy when he realized he waited too long and she was taken, his heart racing when she smiles, his hope when he hears that she and Dean had broken up, his horror when he sees Black Mask point that wand at her, her battered and injured body, his-
Tim, she says, cutting him off. Get to the point.
He gets up and walks towards her and her heart’s racing. He stops when he’s right in front of her and he’s looking down at her and she’s looking up at him and he sends her this look that makes her feel butterflies.
Stephanie, he says. I love you.
Then he leans down and she reaches up and they meet halfway, two beings merging into one.
Gansey died. 'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.' He quietly slid from time.
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Gansey died. 'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.' He quietly slid from time.
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Gansey died. 'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.' He quietly slid from time.
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Candy girl! I really like this skin! sorry if my style looks a bit off because..I’m experimenting stuff...and also getting the hang again of drawing humans :3
Valentines Day Art!! Kinda! Outfit is the same as Marnie’s in Pokemon Masters
Sketch under the see more thingy
morning love
Summary: You and your boyfriend of 4 years Jungkook felt soft this morning. Lots and lots of cuddles, fluff ensues.
(Warnings: fluff overload, incorrect grammer)
Authors Note: i had trouble writing this. and sis? it shows.
As the dim morning sunlight comes peeking through your windows, you are whisked away from dreamland, slowly stirring awake. Today was the first day in what felt like centuries you and your boyfriend could spend all day together. Wrapped in your boyfriends arms, feeling the warmth against your bare skin, you are in a totally serene state of mind. You slowly open your eyes basking in the tranquility of your bedroom. You hear slow rumbles of cars driving by, the wind giving the house gentle creaks, soft snores leaving the sleeping man beside you. You and Jungkook adored the mornings you could lay there, enjoying each others presence.
Is this what normal couples did? Get to spend the morning in each others arms? Sometimes it made you sad, sad that your relationship with Jungkook will never be considered “normal”. As he’s dancing away, swooning the hearts of teenage girls all over the world. You wait for him at home till the late hours of night to early morning. As difficult as it was being away from the love of your life, moments like these are what made it worth it. The overwhelming amount of love you both had each other.
Finding another person that felt like your other half, someone that you see yourself marrying and growing old together. Oh Jungkook, once I look at you for a moment, I can’t speak. Words fill my head but they can’t come out, I’m breathless around you. Your touch, your smile, your presence and soul. They mesmerize and entangle me completely.
At some point through my words of affirmation, the once sleeping boy awoke. Gazing fondly at me spacing out, he holds me tighter. So tightly like I might disappear. In a way he does feel that way, he knows he isn’t here to give you the constant affection you deserve. Through my haze of enchantment, I break out of thought. I turn around, focusing on the boy who holds my heart. Leaning towards him, I push my head into the crook of his neck, brushing my soft legs against his toned ones. Feeling content I let out a happy sigh, melting into him further.
There was mutual agreement of staying silent. Holding each other was more than any words expressed could beat. His loving embrace and soft pecks against my forehead were cherished. He really gives the best morning love.
Hand me my shovel, I’m going in !
The four hours spent on this were fcking worth it
Also, reblogs are cool, just sayin
Guess who watched five episodes of Hannibal and impulsively decided to spend 3 hours animating this ???
(Im terribly sorry for the quality, procreate’s exportation system is horrible)
First and final frames are under the cut 💥💥💥
What a dork i hate him /pos
(Reblogs are really appreciated btw 🫶)
If someone calls me gay, this will not play in my favor
(Reblogs are so helpful, just sayin’ 🙏)
He’s the silly ever and i love him unconditionally
Arcane Incorrect Quote #14
Vi: Why the hell is there blood everywhere?!
Jinx: Well, you see, it's simple color theory
AHHHH IT’S DONE ITS DONE I FINISHED IT AHHHH
this is full stop the best thing ive ever created i think.