You want to live to see your friends and family grow old. You want to drive a car. You want to live to see yourself forget your own age. You want to live by yourself. You want to be more than a child. You want to make bad decisions. You want to learn how to do better. You want to find purpose in life. You want to know who you are before it’s all over. You don’t want it to be over. You want to live to see your last day. You want to live to fall in love. You want to live.
My little sister asked me to tell her a bedtime story and seeing as we didn’t have any books on hand, I decided to come up with one on the spot. All in all it consisted of a princess no one could find, not even every prince in the land. A princess decides to look for the lost princess and eventually finds her. They realize the lost princess has no recollection of her life before and that only true loves kiss could bring the memories back due to the spell on her mind. The princess kisses the lost princess and they live happily ever after. After I finished my story, my little sister (who’s only 4) asks, “girls can marry girls?” To which I responded “yes” and she gets quiet for a minute and then she just goes, “GROSS” And I, being a not-straight individual, asked what was so gross, expecting some “girls can’t marry girls because thats gross” type of answer that she may have picked up by someone that’s disapproving. She looks at me and goes “Marrying someone. Marriage is GROSS, LEXI” and I just looked at her and said “ya know what, you right, can’t argue that”
If any of you remember that story I wrote a while back about my irl love live, there have been some Serious Developments to the saga and I want to write about them, but between NaNoWriMo kicking my ass and the absolute emotional rollercoaster and constant anxiety that has been the last couple days, I don’t know how much energy I can put into recounting the whole story. So if anyone is actually interested in a continuation, please let me know and I will write it. (It’s a damn good story, too, I promise.) So like/reblog if you’d be interested!
tl;dr: if this gets 30 notes I’ll write some 100% true fluffy love story stuff, with mild angst but mostly only on my part
Summary: You hated Malfoy and he hated you and you were okay with that. It was natural. The Malfoys and the Lupines hating each other. It was fine by you… so then why did you care when he got hurt?
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is! A small piece to what I have coming for you guys. At the moment we’re gonna keep it in book 4 because… well I want to. A few notes: 1. I gave the Reader a last name (and something very close to my own) 2. Because I’m American, so is the reader (it’s explained) 3. Yes, I am a Gryffindor (but I have a problem with the House system, but I won’t get into that now) Please let me know what you think! Do you guys want a seperate blog dedicated to this?
Fourth year at Hogwarts and of course Malfoy stood right there on the train as we shipped off. I didn’t say anything as he and Ron and Harry got into it again, though I wanted to. It had been four years and the only person that Malfoy hated as much as Potter, happened to be me.
Our families had been rivals for… centuries. In a desperate attempt to break the cycle, my parents moved to America, with me. I had no contact with Malfoy or his family… until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Then the time came to go back and be who I was meant to be.
When first year came, there was a blond-haired stood beside me in line alphabetically, and though he didn’t talk to me, and scared off other students, I did manage to get a smile from him. I knew his nerves matched mine. We had reputations to live up to. It gave me hope that I wasn’t alone.
Then I found out he was a Malfoy.
And I was a Lupine.
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
I guess it started then. Every class we had together we had avoided each other. Shunned each other. I refused to rise to his bait, and I suppose he grew bored. We hated each other in silent. Unlike Harry, Ron, and Hermione—who I was quite close to, but not completely taken with—I sighed and shook my head.
That was, until third year and the entire Buckbeak incident happened. Then I wasn’t quiet anymore. I was almost worse than Harry about making snide comments to the ‘Slytherin Prince.’ I hated injustice and I was tired of being quiet about it. And Harry wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and Hermione wasn’t the most vocal… I on the other hand was both, and it infuriated Malfoy to no end. Because there was one thing that I had on him:
I was a pure blood. And he couldn’t do anything about that.
Our rivalry grew. Every day it was something different. Every class we had together we challenged the other. I won most, but the few he did win he wouldn’t let me live down. Our duels left him angry and brooding and me grinning and smiling all day.
Maybe I could see why our two families didn’t get along. He was too easy. It was almost fun. It also helped me in my classes—to beat Malfoy at his game I had to be smarter than him.
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The Fourth Year
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a pure blood,” He sneered as I got off of the train.
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes, Harry and the other two had gone on ahead, leaving me with Malfoy and his two goons.
“Careful Malfoy, I don’t think I’m a mirror,” I quipped, a wicked grin on my face.
I could see him grow red as he looked for a comeback. I simply walked off.
“You won’t win! No matter what you do!” He shouted.
“I don’t have to win!” I turned around, still making my way towards the school. “I just have to beat you!” A smile stayed on my face for the rest of the night.
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I watched as Harry turned away and Malfoy rose to cast a spell against him. I drew my own wand to counter him, but there was no one to cast a spell on but a small silvery ferret, where Malfoy was standing.
I stared at the small thing, a smile growing on my face. This was almost too easy.
Moody came then, started scolding the little ferret Malfoy, holding him by his tail and I itched to tell Moody that’s not how you’re supposed to handle any kind of animal—even if it was Malfoy—but McGonagall beat me to it.
Something, that was beyond any rivalry, gripped my heart when I saw Malfoy, now human again, curled up on the floor in pain and fear. I was about to reach my hand out to help him up, but Hermione gave me a nudge. A reminder.
“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly as we sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
I was almost to lost in thought to notice that he had said anything.
“Why not?” said Hermione in surprise, drawing me from my thoughts.
“Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret …”
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and a smile touched my lips as I ate quietly. I didn’t quite agree, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should be laughing at his misfortune. It was almost too easy. The entire situation was a gift from my ancestors, and yet something was… off.
“He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” Hermione said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —”
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I didn’t like the idea that he had gotten hurt… or could have gotten hurt worse than he already was. But why did I care again? We were enemies. That was that. And yet…
I tuned out Ron yelling at Hermione at her comment.
“Hermione’s is right guys, it could have hurt him,” I muttered.
I looked up from my plate and Ron and Harry were staring at me like I had three heads. Hermione was indifferent, the look on her face like she knew something.
“Any why do youcare? You hate him more than the rest of us.” Harry pointed out.
“I compete with him yes, and he’s a pain, yes, and I wish I never had to see him again… but he doesn’t deserve to…” I trailed off knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
“I’m off to the library,” Hermione stood, pushing her plate away.
“I’m gonna go too,” I stood, pushing away my half-eaten plate.
“But why? You don’t have homework!” Ron complained.
“I’m not doing schoolwork,” Hermione said in passing as we left.
As we walked down the hall Hermione didn’t stop looking at me. I sighed and kept to my own thoughts, trying to unravel the dilemma that the situation presented.
“Youlike him,” she nudged me.
“What?No! I don’t!” I deflected. “Me!? Like a Malfoy!?”
She laughed.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell the boys. But if you want to check on him, he’s probably in the infirmary complaining.”
“Why would I—”
“You really think I believe you want to go to the library?” She raised an eyebrow. “You hate the library. You study in your room at all costs,”
That was true, I preferred my own space and to study in the comfort of my own bed and room. It was hard enough focusing, let alone focusing on things in a place I wasn’t comfortable in.
“I just… I don’t know Hermione… seeing him like that.No one deserves that. I know Malfoy is… Malfoy… but injustice is still injustice?” I offered. It was some sort of explanation.
“Go,” She ordered. “I’ll see you later.”
I debated a moment more then decided.
“Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one,”
“Just go!” She shoved me off and I changed directions heading towards the infirmary.
Thinking that this was the stupidest thing I ever had done, I, for once, shoved every preconceived notion about Malfoy that I had and went to go and see if he was… okay.
Ugh.
I could hear him complaining as I entered the hallway that held the infirmary. A smile touched my lips as I neared the door. Some things would never change.
“Can I help you, dearie?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Here as a visitor,” I smiled sweetly.
“For who? Mr. Malfoy?” She raised an eyebrow at me. She had seen both of us in here as a result of our little rivalry.
“Against my better judgement, yes.” I sighed.
She let me in and immediately his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. He looked pitiful. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have it in me.
“What are you doing here? Come to make fun of me?” He snapped, crossing his arms.
“Where’s your posse?” I asked, folding my arms as well, cocking my head back. “I thought sure they would be with you.”
“Am I their keeper?”
“Ithought so.” I smirked.
“Whatever, Lupine,” he rolled his eyes.
We remained quiet around another as time stretched out. There were so many things that I wanted to say but didn’t. I wanted to ask if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was still hurting. But I also wanted to laugh and make fun of him. I wanted to put him down and never let him live this down. I wanted to write a letter to my parents so that they knew…
And I did none of that.
“You make a cute ferret,” I noted and turned to leave, wondering why I went in the first place.
I’ll wear a sundress, savoring the last warmth of the season. Simple and feminine. The bodice tightly hugs my chest and leads to a skirt flaring out over my waist, ending just a few inches past my bum.
Take me out, and hold my body firmly against yours when we walk down the street. I’ll feel safe when we pass the wandering eyes moving up and down my body.
We’ll meet up with friends. I’ll steal glances at you as I tuck my hair behind my ear. Of course, you’ll catch me making eyes at you, and give me that knowing look of yours before I blush and turn back to the conversation.
Let’s go out, so you can run your hand down my lower back as I instinctively lean into your body. I want to feel your lips next to my ear as you whisper that you need me. Now.
You’ll pull me aside; our friends won’t miss us. Find a private room away from the rest of the world. Just you and me.
Please stand behind me, take a fistful of my long hair, and bend me over. You’ll reach up my dress to pull my wet panties down my warm and desperate body.
My panties will be stuffed inside my mouth as you kick my legs wide and throw my skirt over my ass, the fabric resting on my lower back. You’ll feel my body shaking with anticipation and need when you run your hands over your favorite curves.
I’ll stiffen for a moment when push your way inside me, my back arching as you keep a firm grasp on my flowing hair to hold my body in place for your pleasure. I’ll taste myself as I bite down on my panties in an attempt to mute the whiney little moans I release with each of your forceful thrusts.
When you’ve had enough, I’ll feel you covering my ass in your cum. My cunt will be dripping down my thighs, frustrated from neglect.
Can we pause now for a moment? Hold me close as I whimper quietly in your arms savoring the feeling of my reward dripping down my ass and onto my two greedy holes.
Ever the one to keep me in line, you’ll straighten up first and pull my body upright again while you hold my skirt up. I’ll feel your fingers reach between my lips for my panties. As I move my tongue around my dry mouth, you’ll wipe your cum off my ass with my drippy spit covered panties.
Before I can turn around to ask what you’re doing, you’ll hand me my panties. Your eyes will make the expectation clear. As my dress falls back into place, I’ll slowly step into my messy panties. My eyes will never leave yours as I pull the fabric up, my dripping pussy settling in your cum.
I’ll sigh happily when you run your hand through my hair as we exit our escape. We’ll walk back to our friends as you whisper praises in my ear, my pussy pulsing with an intense desire I’ve grown accustomed to.
You’ll join the conversation again. Beer in hand, my eyes watching you as you laugh and share your stories.
⁀➷ in which your peaceful train ride gets disturbed by the boy across from you.
pairing: akaashi keiji x reader
wc: 777
warnings: none
notes from mei; this is my first one shot y’all! please be kind aa,, this one was partially inspired by a tiktok that i’d watched, and i thought it would be super cool to write about!
It’s my blog’s 1st birthday (well I’m actually a few hours late.)
I actually wanted to redraw my very first post, but I’m swamped with a bunch of things so I decided to settle for a sketch of bartender Lapis. Thanks for following my blog; I hope you decide to continue to be patient with me as I try to figure out art and life.
Note to selves:
Well, past-self, a whole lot has happened since you made this blog. The great hiatus of 2017 did end eventually after half a year. I’ve kind of forgotten how it felt when you initially found the show that summer, but I can say with certainty that the show still takes you on an emotional roller-coaster every single episode. The art that you decided to post actually brought you together with a lot of wonderful people. You join a really awesome project called The Beach City Witch Project and you make a bunch of great friends. You even get out of your shell just a bit and meet one of them in real life. You still don’t know what you’re doing after a whole year, but you’re making little improvements along the way. This is your 124th post and you have over 360 followers. Isn’t that crazy? I bet you never thought any of this would ever happen, but it did because you decided to act and draw and post and expose yourself. I won’t lie, you do have some really rough hurdles that you’re going to have to jump over in the coming future, but you do get through them. You’re going to feel crummy. When you do, reach out to the people that care about you. Don’t bottle things up. Yeah, they might not get it completely, but they love you. People are going to come and go in your life. Make sure you let the ones you love know that you love them. Even if you have the chance to say goodbye, you won’t want to. I wonder, past- self, where did you see yourself after a year?
Dear future-self,
How are you? Have you gotten any better at art? Has a lot changed over the year? Did you finally get to see Lapis and Peridot again? Do you still make art? You probably still like Steven Universe, right? Have you gotten to finish any of the things you wanted to or have you piled up even more projects? How did the episode turn out? Is the server still going? How was the fall semester? Do you still remember to tell people how important they are to you? Are you taking care of yourself? Did you ever pluck up the courage to try anything new? Did you ever figure anything out? Did you ever fall in love? Haha, you probably won’t want to answer that question, but I hope you’re doing well. Please don’t forget to be kind to yourself. I’ll try doing my best now so that you’ll be able to answer these questions with responses that you’re satisfied with. If things don’t work out, I hope that you have the strength and courage to keep going. I wish I could write something more encouraging for you, but I’m not sure what I should say. Just… Thanks for still being here if you’re reading this a year from now.
This seems like a good time give you all a small update on the Kranna doujinshi I currently have in-production. I would like for much of it to be a surprise, but there’s no harm in building healthy curiosity.
This is Anna. She was (before Asgard) a mercenary by profession and is one tough customer.
Kratos, on a mission to keep tabs on this survivor who has entangled herself in quite a large mess, sticks around despite his better judgement.
And through hell and high water…
Two rather fucked-up people find their lives suddenly and inexplicably intertwined.
(and Lloyd definitely, totally, completely isn’t an accident)
For my wildflower readers and The Way we love hate each other, I promise to update this week. This last week, in addition to everything I had to do at university, I also went to parties, because well… Why not? So I didn’t have time lol
Yes it’s me. I haven’t been abducted by extraterrestrial life yet. But I am taking things a little slower. There are 2 people still waiting for my ‘300 followers’ sketch. Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you :) But I needed some 'me-time’. So I started drawing muscles again. Because… That soothes me? Let’s just say its for scientific purposes So… here’s a little sneak peek hehe. For science!
Estoy muy agradecida con todas las personas que me han enviado mensajes pidiendo consejos, ayuda o alguien que los escuche. Todos y cada uno de ustedes tiene el derecho a tener un amigo, un apoyo, y yo estoy aquí para serlo. Si tienen algún problema, o necesitan hablar con alguien, envíen un mensaje, quedará completamente privado, prometo tratar de ayudarlos. Y a los que ya lo enviaron, gracias por la confianza. ♥
I am very grateful to all who have sent me messages asking for advice, help or someone to listen. Each and every one of you has the right to have a friend, a support, and I’m here. If you have a problem, or need to talk to someone, send a message, will be completely private, I promise to try to help. And to those who already sent, thanks for the confidence. ♥
General psa: my loves. I say this gently, in friendship. If you are writing a story set in a Middle Ages-esque setting. You need not. And should not. Replace literally every instance of “this is” or “it is” with “tis.” Please. I beg of thee.
