a/n: sorry for the winter break delay, buuuut this is super long and some of you are about to be very happy w me (and some of you not so much hahah)! but believe me, there’s still so much im excited to write. <3
It lasted only for a second. Only one. But that second alone was enough to process a wall of various things. First, surprise. Surprise that he’d tried such a maneuver, yes, but also surprise at other things. Namely, how much warmer his lips were than she’d anticipated, for example. And another thing was his force. He’d gone into it with such a hunger, and such a desperation, that he’d entered the ordeal like every second he had on her lips was his last. It was almost like he knew what would come. Gasping into his lips, the girls’ eyes had fluttered open and shut with alarm as a set of long fingers streaked ravenously through the head Draco cradled to his mouth. His breath was short and faltered as he locked a kiss to the girl, his whole body dissolving into her like he’d die if he didn’t. And there was his other hand. It had come up to grab her hand in the air and pull it forward against him, and then pressed her wrist in a cage up against his chest. There, beneath their intertwined hands, she could feel Draco Malfoy’s heartbeat under his hard front. It was racing at lightning speed, she noticed. It was likely as fast as hers. Coming to her senses quickly, the girl’s eyes shot open, and she used her free hand to push her fingers against the blond’s chest. It was such a hard kiss that they both came off of it gasping, Draco’s huge icy eyes were overflowing with desire as a sharp breath detached from his flush lips. He didn’t look guilty in the slightest.
“What are you doing?!” the girl stammered, her eyes doubling in size as she fumbled back in horror.
His chest still heaving, Draco slurred quietly through a love-drunk mumble, “something I should have done long before tonight.”
She was momentarily at a loss for words.
Her jaw unlocking, the girl stammered and pushed the Slytherin from her frame, “what?! I–” she tried.
But she didn’t even know where to begin with that statement.
“I’m with Cedric, Draco,” she huffed at last, her brows knitting as she brought her hands to her hair with anguish. “I mean I’ve barely known you for a month and a half and now you’re saying these things and it’s just– you can’t I mean– y– you have NO right,” she tried.
But her words were coming hard to her.
“That’s not true,” the boy interjected, speaking to her mouth, “I know you.”
He paused, crystalline stare moving back to her eyes with intent.
“I have always known you,” he corrected.
Her hand still in his, the girl yanked her touch free from him with a pang of realization.
“You’re right,” she said stiffly. “You do. Or you did. And you spent five of those years tormenting my every move. But then our sixth year comes around and then you finally decide I’m worth seeing. And– only after I had to beg it of you.”
The Slytherin shook his head, a look of anguish growing in his eyes.
“And only now, now that I’ve finally realized what I want, now you decide to make me the object of your desire.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed with hurt as he retracted his long fingers back into the pockets of his suave black suit.
“Is this some kind of game to you?!” she hissed, growing angry now.
He shook his head, blond locks catching on his brow, “never.”
“Well, it must be!” she spat bitterly, her chest heaving, “or else why would you do this, and why now? Now that I finally have something good.”
He thought about this for a second, choosing what was about to be a layered response. His jaw clenched, his voice matter-of-fact when he replied. Staring at her through his loose light hairs, Draco sighed.
“Because you shouldn’t be with him,” he announced simply.
a/n: hi friends! back from the dead and soso excited for this part and the future ones! the angst, tension, drama, & smut are only gonna go up so PREPARE hehehe. ;)
The aftermath of Hufflepuff’s victory over Ravenclaw was certainly eventful. After a rowdy end to the match on the field, students took to various parts of the castle; with some heading to the Great Hall for food, others taking residence upon the grass beneath the cloudy skies, and some, like the worn out quidditch players, exhaustedly climbing back to their dormitories for a shower and some well needed rest. When evening came to fall, what followed of course, was a large celebration. As the sun began its orange descent through the puffy white clouds outside the girl’s floor, Hufflepuff’s chattered excitedly and assumed the goods for what would turn into a commotion filled house party. That night, Y/N, Hannah, and some of the other girls had even taken it upon themselves to glue little gold stars and sparkles to their cheeks in honor of the festivities. The girl, now freshly cleaned up, spritzed with perfume, and wearing a short black dress made of satin, had swapped her dark boots out for a bright yellow one, and had curled the long shiny hair which lay over her shoulders. Her girlfriend’s had all whooped in approval upon her descent down into the barrel-shaped Common Room, but none had shown more enthusiasm than Cedric, who had stumbled excitedly over to his girl, thrown an arm around her little shoulders, and announced her as Hufflepuff’s victor, which felt both underserved and embarrassing for her. He himself looked dashing as ever. Sporting a yellow cable-knit over his dark jeans, a head of freshly washed golden-brown locks, and a jovial attitude, the boy practically radiated sunshine through the lantern-lit room. And somehow, he even smelt of warmth and comfort, too. But, facing him then, after previously having made out with him in front of the whole school, the girl’s stomach lurched. Not because she regretted it in the slightest, but because she was unaware of what step followed, as well as suddenly very conscious of the millions of butterflies that bounced around her stomach upon simply looking at him. And so, taking an unusual approach to her normal behavior, Y/N turned happily to any alcohol that was passed her way that night. Where she would normally politely refuse, the girl instead partook in every party game of the evening (most of which she performed miserably in), and filled her belly with so much champagne that she found herself hurriedly rushing into corners to belch. Her now boyfriend, or whatever Cedric was to her, assumed the position of a responsible house Prefect. Remaining relatively sober, he chose instead to focus his attention on his comically drunk girlfriend. As the night drew on, the blaring sounds of wizarding world music dulled, gold and black glitter bombs drained empty, and clusters of students trickled out to go hook up in various parts of the castle as they normally might. Leaving just Y/N, Julian, Ernie, Hannah, and a handful of other stragglers, Cedric had disappeared momentarily to produce large mugs of water for all of his tipsy companions. Upon his return, he was met with the rather strange sight of his friends standing upon various squishy chairs and wooden tables, with their wands in the air and drunken voices bellowing.
“Ced!” the girl barked with a laugh when the brunette rounded the corner with his hands full. “Don’t come here, you’ll step in the lava!”
Cedric snorted with confusion, “excuse me?”
“Ced you’ll DIE!” Julian declared dramatically. “You’ll burn your feet, you see. There’s lava down there!”
Cedric’s huge ocean eyes drifted to the creaky wooden floors of the room, which were very obviously not layered thick with hot lava.
“It’s a muggle game I’ve taught them,” Hannah giggled from atop a cushion on the floor. “If you touch the ground, you lose!”
“Yes,” Ernie mumbled feebly from the ground where he lay flat. “I’ve just died. Your girlfriend pushed me to my death.”
Cedric’s glimmering gaze crinkled happily as he moved his eyes to Y/N, “is this true?”
From atop a sofa, where she was perched precariously on its armrest, the girl shook her head in vigorous denial. In fact, she shook it so violently that she went slipping forward and tumbled face first into the brown squishy fabric with a delayed squeal. Laughing drunkenly, she sat up, untangled her twisted bare legs, and blew a few locks of hair from her lip.
“Alright, alright,” Cedric laughed, setting down a cluster of waters. “All of you, drink a glass.”
His friends collectively groaned in protest.
“C’mon,” he scrunched his nose. “Not an option. Get up now.”
Reluctantly, the group groaned and made their way over to the towering boy, cupping their cold glasses of water to their lips and taking tentative slurps. As she took her own, Y/N felt Cedric’s long fingers latch to her own, catching the glass between the two of them as he pulled her gently forward with a lovingly worried glare.
“And you,” he stopped her. “Let’s get you up to bed, shall we?”
“But–” she opened her mouth defensively.
“No no no,” he pushed the glass to the girl’s lips, silencing her as she swallowed the liquid down in silence. “No buts,” he hummed softly, nodding at her to continue drinking until she’d finished the whole thing. When she did, he mumbled softly, “goog girl. C’mon.”
Taking her little hand in his large one, Cedric addressed the group, “all of you, don’t be fooling about too late, alright? I’ve got to go take care of this one.”
“Yeah, Ced!” the boys clapped and whistled with a wink. “Very sure you’ll be taking great care of her!”
Cedrc’s face flushed furiously red as the oblivious girl behind him slumped sleepily over his arm, clutching it with both of her hands like a child. In front of her, Hannah threw her remaining water on her boy friends, who both cried out in surprise.
“Shut it, boys,” she said cooly, waving Cedric off with a grin.
Giving her a grateful nod, Cedric turned and guided his girl over to the stairs to her floor. Upon seeing them, the girl squinted, her head spinning.
“Ced?” she slurred quietly. “Why are there three sets of stairs?”
“Oh my god,” the boy chuckled with a shake of his head. “Alright, you. Come here.”
Too drunk to question him, the girl responded instantly to the boy’s move to crouch down. Latching her arms around his neck, she climbed aboard Cedric’s strong arms and curled her nose to his cool neck, where she breathed in his delicious aftershave and mumbled incoherently into his skin, making him grin. Effortlessly, Cedric cradled her to his muscular chest and began climbing the stairs, his eyes never moving from her long lashes and parted lips as he went. Finally, reaching her room, he pushed the wooden door open with his knee and stepped into the space with a drawn sigh.
“There you are,” he cooed softly, setting the sluggish girl down upon her golden-yellow quilts.
“Thanks,” she said, her eyes opening as she blearily watched the boy move around the room.
First he closed her open windows, shutting off the chill which ran goosebumps down her thighs. Then he drew his wand, muttering soft spells as he lit the vanilla scented candles around the place before extinguishing the bedroom’s lanterns. Finally, he came back before her again, crouching on his knees beside her bed and slowly pulling the boots off of the feet which she’d hung over the side of her mattress. The girl uttered a feeble thanks as she sat up a little straighter, looking at the boy who sat tentatively beneath her nose. His large blue-green eyes blinked slowly up at her little face as he drew a hand to her skin and pushed her hair back behind her exposed shoulders, the gesture sending currents through the girl’s flesh.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered adoringly.
“Sorry,” she scrunched her nose in self-shame and folded her arms nervously over each other.
“Don’t be,” he gave an attractive low chuckle, “you’re adorable.”
The girl felt her smile crack wide, and she gave him a slowish wave of bashfulness, “Ced.”
“It’s true,” he worded, his eyes now darting over her face, sparkling brighter in the candlelight than she’d ever seen them shine before.
The girl indicated at herself with a giggle, “I’m a disaster. Look at me.”
Cedric’s mouth opened, and he let it hang there for a second as he just admired her in silence, “I am.”
Piccolo is of the night. Of the cold, hard emptiness of the wilderness he was born into. He knows nothing of comfort, or of comforting. But humanity isn’t something that happens suddenly. It creeps in like a sickness, waiting to take you when you least expect it.
(Or, one of my takes on the headpat scene.)
Gen Dragon Ball fics don’t get much traction on AO3 as far as I can tell, so if you like it please leave a review!
I’m sorry these tags are killign me
What’s up folks we’ve for a short fic about the training period for the arrival of the sayiajin with excellent emotional distress from each of them for different reasons and it’s fucking beautiful and you should read it. It is 4am and I need t go to bed and I regret nothing.
At last, Chapter 7 of my Hobbit comic adaptation! AHHHHH sorry for the wait and thanks for sticking around!!!! In this chapter, Thorin promises to be brief but is not good at being brief.
One of my earliest ideas for this comic (that you’re familiar with if you’ve been following me for a while) was that the art style would change depending on who was telling the story.
Because the comic mostly from Bilbo’s POV, most of it is in Bilbo’s cutesy sketchy children’s-book art style. But whenever anyone else starts expressing their version of the story, the art style shifts to reflect their point of view.
Which brings me to Thorin! Bilbo is a Respectable Hobbit who is living in a hobbity children’s book, but Thorin is an Enormously Important Dwarf who is living in a Serious Dramatic Dwarven Fantasy Epic(tm.) Bilbo’s style is very sketchy and organic and watercolor-ish, Thorin’s style is rigid and geometric and overlaid with gold. The central conflict of my version of the story is Bilbo and Thorin “fighting” over who gets to control the narrative, both trying to get the final say in how their story is told. <3
i made a post a while ago that was “petnames that all have horny energy” or something along the lines of that and someone just added 2 paragraphs about their personal preferences with those petnames and no offense but i really don’t fucking care lol
felt like drawing my sister’s warden + her main squad for her bc.. . theyre just some little dudes holding each other while trying to save the world. and i need a moment
Someone playing Minecraft with keepinventory on and dying so they can get home quickly has such like, Powerful, Careless Immortal energy.
[ID: The “its my sleepover and i get to choose the movie” link meme, which has been edited to have link holding a grass block above his head and saying, “its my minecraft and I get to choose the Die” End ID]
here’s a drawing of shane i made [sorry for the quality, idk how to fix that lol]
[ ID: digital drawing of Shane, from Stardew Valley, with a light green-ish background and green lineart, no colouring. Shane is a chubby man who has short hair swept to the side and shaved sides, as well as a small beard. He has small eyebags and a tiny scar on his cheek. He smiles and holds a chicken in his arms, who also smiles, with its eyes closed. He wears a very baggy hoodie. End ID ]
hey!! i’m fish, and i’m the other half of ballpointmuseum. i’m very excited to run this blog with august! i’ve never participated in the studyblr community, but i love learning. my pronouns are he/they, i’m also a minor, and i really like skating, swimming, and standing in the rain.
STUDYING IN CLASSES
French IV
World History
Theater
Art II
Language Arts
Pre-Calc
Chemistry
INDEPENDENT STUDIES things i’m working on on my own over the summer!
Microbiology
French/Irish
Art history
OTHER THINGS OF NOTE
i like art ! you can find me on insta @/grewsolow
studying isnt always ‘aesthetic’. learning is always more important than trying to post pretty pictures!
caffeine <333 my beloved
TAGGING SOME BLOGS THAT INSPIRE ME hoping this is alright :)
hello lads! i’m August, ½ of this new studyblr/langblr/academia blog. i’ve been lurking around studyblr for a while to give me some sort of motivation to push through the last of what has been a godawful covid-19 sophomore year of high school, and finally thought it would be fun to join and run a blog alongside my friend Fish! my pronouns are they/them, i’m a minor, and i’m very good at making pad thai.
STUDYING IN CLASSES note: some of these are advanced/ap/ib versions but i’m not writing that :)
Algebra II
Chemistry
Language arts (English; world literature)
Computer principles
Spanish II
World history
Journalism
INDEPENDENT STUDIESthings i’m working on on my own over the summer!
so uhhh myself, my fam, & p much my entire support network were just ~evacuated~ bc of one of the california wildfires and we didn’t have room to take much when we left. we’re safe but uhh i’m stuck couch surfing with my (also broke) brother for a while with just a backpack’s worth of my sentimental belongings and important documents lol. anyways i gotta figure out how to eat so if anyone’s able to help out my cashapp is $arysss no pressure but anything at all helps <3
[A banner featuring MC Escher’s black-and-white piece, Print Gallery. A man stands in the bottom left corner, back turned to the viewer, on the other side of a set of large windows, facing a hallway lined with framed pictures. The hallway warps, and the top half appears to be a cityscape that flows out of the picture closest to the viewer. Across the middle is a black, translucent bar. Over this is text in serif font that reads: “ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID a fantasy novel.”]
VIBES/THEMES: The quiet of a near-empty library. Old books and stale air. Being alone with your thoughts in the dead of night. But also: A friend reaching out to check on you when you need, a warm blanket. Themes include found families, recovery from trauma, the importance of a support group through recovery, how queer communities are often bunches of traumatized people coming together to heal.
SUMMARY:
Those plagued by their worldly troubles close their eyes at night and find themselves somewhere else in their dreams. Seated across from them is a person they can barely see, who tells them something they can barely understand. And when they wake up, they feel as if they know exactly how to change their lives for the better.
The person they met in their dreams, however, faces another lonely night in the Library.
For thousands of years, the Librarian and Constantinople have served the mysterious Library and its patrons without question, both accepting their fates like unbreakable shackles and finding company only with each other—just barely. But when a young and persistent patron barges into the Library again and again with the intent on making friends with one of them, something in them each stirs. For Constantinople, it’s a thousand questions about his prison. For the Librarian, it’s a deep fear of his own loneliness and the all-consuming darkness around him.
And for the Library, it’s a desire to trap them all.
CHARACTERS:
The Librarian (he/him):Alexandria. The focus character. Long ago, he entered the Library because it offered him a hand and a refuge from the constant, dull pain of loneliness. He didn’t realize the lonely confines of the Library would be worse. Centuries later, he’s still trapped, serving the Library and its patrons dutifully and burying himself in self-pity whenever they aren’t calling on him. He insists he’s not a people person and prefers solitude … not that he’s going to get it.
Sadie(she/her): A patron. Cheerful, bubbly, bright, and inquisitive, Sadie is sunshine and pink lemonade in human form. She entered the Library with something weighing on her heart at the age of five, and she’s been coming back frequently ever since. She’s not supposed to be able to do that, but the Librarian can’t figure out how or why. When she’s not asking him thousands of questions, there’s something haunted in her eyes.
Constantinople(he/him): Tin. A librarian, and before Sadie, probably the closest thing the Librarian has had to a friend. Down-to-earth but talkative, Tin talks through the bookshelves, reaching out to fill the silence and commiserate with anyone who will listen … which is really mostly the Librarian. Once Sadie comes into the picture, Tin is also concerned with her ability to keep coming back, but it’s less about why and more about what will the Library do.
The Library(it/its): A sundew. A trap that glitters and smells like honey and roses. And really, the sentient nexus of all human thought and creativity, an archive of everything ever created. Its motives are as mysterious as its ever-shifting walls, but it seems keen on pulling in as many people as it can—and keeping them there whenever possible. It seems very fond of the Librarian … and very interested in Sadie.
Henry(he/him): A cat. Don’t worry about him.
TAG: wip: always the bridesmaid
TAG LISTS: (hmu if you’d like to be added/removed)
(Note: See notes/reblogs for a message about a taglist cleanup!)
Finally fixed up the tag lists (according to the new tag list post) in what’s frankly a desperate attempt at getting myself in the mood for working on this, as it’s been a while since I’ve actually sat down to smash words together.
Nobody ask whether or not it’s working. Just pretend it is.
So far Vampire Goth is #1! Lemme know what you all want and I will count the votes
On insta and on here, Vampire Goth has won! I do plan on doing the others. I know the other styles it is quite hard to find so I will continue slowly building up my collection to share with you all <3
