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Could I request a hc of the fellowship from lotr and/or the hobbit being together with a aro/ace partner? (mostly here to ask for Gandalf since I get aro/ace vibes from him)

You don't have to do this one if you don't want to. I'll be happy if you then could pass it on to someone else who might :)

@tinteaspilled

seems as though we are both resonating at the same frequency.....so you most definitely can! Being aro and ace myself, this is definitely an ask I'm excited to complete :)) I'm gonna make hcs for all the characters, but I'm thinking I'll make the Gandalf one into a whole fic...maybe some other characters as well...so hit me up if want me to include any specific characters!! >:]

-T.👁👁👍

I don't know if you write these stuff but

How about you're sick and severus have to take the baby or babies to the class for day?

If you're not okay with it,It's okay

(Sorry if this hard to understand,English is not my first Language)

Hope you're having a lovely day,thank you💕

A/N: Drabbles are closed, but this request made it in juuuust before I closed requests.

The joyful squeal of a baby caused a break in the silence of the classroom. Every head snapped up, staring at Severus as if they had just seen a ghost. Severus’ free hand came to the baby’s back, rubbing sweet circles to encourage his child to settle down to let the students work.

Not that any of them were actually focused on their work. They were too distracted by the babbling infant in their professor’s arms. To say that the students were surprised to walk into class to see Severus bouncing a baby on his knee was an understatement. Most of them didn’t even know that he had a personal life, let alone a child. They were avoiding asking questions, and they were trying not to stare too much.

In their defense, Severus had never brought your baby to class before. Usually you were the one to keep an eye on your child during the day, and Severus usually took over in the evenings. However, you hadn’t been feeling well the night before, and by the time morning had rolled around, you had fallen ill. You weren’t dangerously sick or anything of that nature, but you definitely weren’t well enough to tend to an 8 month old all day.

Severus was worried about you being sick, and insisted that he take the baby to class for a day to allow you to fully rest. Besides, she was an easy child and never caused too much trouble. But she still was a baby after all, and she couldn’t help but get excited over the new environment and all the fun sounds from potion making.

“If you have prepared it correctly, your potion should be bubbling,” Snape instructed as he walked around the room, your child in his hold, “Make sure that it doesn’t-”

He was cut off when she shrilled again, her smile was bright and wide as her hand pointed wildly at the cauldron in front of her. It was the cauldron of Ron Weasley, who had (not surprisingly) produced the potion incorrectly to cause it to turn a shade of purple. Your daughter looked at Severus and then back to the cauldron to let him know that she liked whatever she saw.

Ron looked at the infant with a raised brow, and then tilted his head at his professor.

“Is it right then?” Ron questioned, referring to if the baby’s outburst was any indication of his progress with the potion.

“No,” Severus huffed at Ron, “She just likes purple.”

Ron’s shoulders drooped in defeat, his voice grumbling at his wrongly produced potion. Severus continued to walk around the room, surveying his students and instructing them through the steps. He lightly bounced your daughter as she looked around, her noises of jubilance and thrill only getting more frequent as the class went on. 

Eventually, she was squirming in Severus’ arms, suddenly restless and more interested in looking around herself. This brought the class to a halt as Severus held her out in front of him and looked at her with an amused look.

“How about I let you crawl, pumpkin?” He asked rhetorically to the infant, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.

The floor was clean enough for a baby to wander, so Severus allowed her to free roam around the room. She was a swift crawler, and she practically made a beeline to the feet of Draco Malfoy. She was clearly fascinated by him, her little arms raising above her head as a request for Draco to pick her up. He stared down a the child as if she were a figment of his imagination, not having the slightest clue as to what he should do with her.

Thankfully, the young Slytherin was saved when everyone swarmed around the baby. They were excited, because suddenly they wanted to play with her. All the students formed a circle around her, taking turns tickling her and talking to her. Severus made a few attempts to rope all the kids back to their work, but they proved to be fruitless, because they were more interested in her.

After all, she was enjoying all of the attention. Her legs wiggled with glee as she sat in the midst of all these young teenagers. Turns out she had just wanted someone to play with all along.

“She is SO cute!” Pansy Parkinson beamed as your daughter smiled at her.

“How is she so fast?” Neville Longbottom gaped as she zoomed from Hermione to him.

“She has your eyes, Professor!” Hermione Granger proclaimed.

Severus couldn’t help but grin from where he watched at his desk. People had always told him that her eyes matched his. They were pools of inky black that were mysterious yet beautiful. He took a lot of pride in that. 

Severus let the students play with her until class was over, everyone saying goodbye to her as they filed out. Severus returned to her, scooping her up and bringing her to his desk once everyone had left.

“You’ve had a big day, yes?’“ Severus spoke as he sat at his desk.

Severus had a break for the next hour or so, and he took that as his chance to catch up on some work now that her playful mood had been satisfied. It really did warm his heart to see the students interact with her. He hadn’t expected this day to go as well as it had.

“I should bring you to class more often.” Severus said to her.

She didn’t reply since she couldn’t talk yet, but she made a content whimper before resting her head on his shoulder. 

Severus continued to rub her back, rocking her and lulling her into a well needed nap.

me thinking about someone holding me close to their chest/in their arms:

WIP Ask Game!

Instructions in Bold

So...we’re just gonna collectively agree that @abeautifuldayfortea​ is a precious angel that we must protect.....right 😳? 

Thank you for tagging me for this! You are so sweet :))) I hope you have a day as great as you 😩<3

I suppose since I have thirteen different works in my drafts it’s only fair that I leak a part of one lmao. The prompt was that you post seven or more sentences of your wip, so here’s a part of the Baileywick request i got from @cant-say-mah-name​ :) Hope you enjoy!:

“Picking up the mushroom and twirling it between his thumb and index finger, Baileywick thought back to the first time he started having feelings for you.

His first glance at you in the market square had him gazing in awe- that he can confess to. But beauty often hides the truth, so more time was needed to know if your beauty was deceiving.

And, as he soon found out, the women inside matched the beauty outside. To him, the longer you worked together the more your personality shone. And goodness was it bright.

Every little action you made was perfect in your own little way; even if you would claim otherwise. You constantly changed his perspective on the way he viewed life and he knew that, although you didn't conform to his way of living, he wanted to conform to yours. Even at the expense of his perfectionism.”

As with the tradition, I will tag a few spectacular writers to do this as well (if they want to!): 

@lightofthemoonglow​, @merlins-mushrooms​, @livenerdyandprosper​, @make-me-imagine​, @bush-viper-cutie​ and anyone else who would like to participate ☺️!

There is something so beautiful about woman dressed in historical clothing that’s usually only worn by men.

Like, a man wearing historical fashion: eh, ok I guess, I mean it’s still cool cause- history! but still just ok…

But a woman: More beautiful than Aphrodite, a queen! I aspire to look like this. Woman, honestly, can pull of historical men’s historical fashion so well, and they all look like queens and badasses.

❄️ Snowball Fight

Prompt: ‘Snowball Fights’ 

Requested by: @livenerdyandprosper​

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: None; just some shenanigans        Words: 1,068

M*A*S*H Taglist: @thatadroitgeek and @meganlpie

Note: For those who have maybe never seen MASH and are reading this anyway; yes, Frank really is this stupid in the show lol.

With a sharp intake of breath you left the post-op building immediatley being smacked with the cold air around you; small snowflakes continuously falling around you, adding to the piles of snow around camp. 

Getting to The Swamp, you flung open the door and quickly made your way inside, where you saw Hawkeye bundled up while writing a letter. Glancing up he smiled when he saw that it was you.

“Ah, if it isn’t my own personal heater” he greeted as you got closer to the stove to warm up. “I’m writing a letter to my dad, want me to say anything for you?”

“Yeah, ask him to send some sunshine.”

Hawkeye smiled as he finished his letter before setting it aside “Ready to go get some food, or whatever it is that’s in the mess tent?”

You nodded your head before turning to follow him out “How long until you go on duty?”

“In about an hour” he replied as he opened the door, both of you exiting while immediately retreating into your own coat collars to avoid the cold breeze.

As you began walking towards the mess-tent you stopped in your tracks when Frank came marching past, yelling at an orderly about something he was most likely doing right. You rolled your eyes as Hawkeye scoffed “With how much Frank shivers in the cold I’m surprise he can still talk” 

“Frank would march through a blizzard if it meant he could pull rank on someone” you muttered as Frank continued to chastise the corporal. 

“I think Frank needs to be put down a peg” Hawkeye muttered before glancing around, his eyes landing on a pile of snow by a tent. 

Walking over he made a large snowball before winking at you and then chucking the snowball as hard as he could at Frank; smacking him in the back of the head. As he yelled out in surprise, Hawkeye immediately feigned innocence by looking around confused, you immediately doing the same, knowing where he was going with this.

Frank turned and yelled “Hey!”

“That wasn’t me Frank, I’m pretty sure that came from over the hill!”

“Maybe some enemy soldiers’ guns froze up, now they gotta throw snowballs” you mused out loud.

Frank looked around panicked “Enemy soldiers? That would make sense, they’d do anything to get at us!” he rubbed the back of his head “I think there was something hard in that too! Do you think it was a bullet?”

“Oh I wouldn’t put it past them!” Hawkeye spoke with fake anger as Frank looked more panicked before running off towards Potters office.

You chuckled as you watched him sprint away as Hawkeye laughed “What a putz!” he looked back at you before he began to walk away.

Getting an idea, you quickly made up a snowball in your hand before throwing it; smacking Hawkeye in the upper back. He stopped in his tracks before turning back at you. You looked around in surprise “Wow, those guys sure have good arms!” you joked.

Hawkeye chuckle as he took a step towards you “Ah, so I see you have chosen war?” 

You chuckled nervously as you backed up “Maybe not.”

He quickly grabbed some snow, as you laughed, before dodging the snowball. Grabbing some snow you quickly turn around and chuck it at him. 

After a few minutes; you hear a laugh from nearby catching yours and Hawkeye’s attention; seeing BJ leaning against a post as he smiled that the two of you “Oh please, continue, I’m loving the show.”

You and Hawkeye shared a look before both of you turned and hurled snowballs at BJ. He yelled in surprise as he tried to dodge them; failing to do so as he stumbled to grab his own handful of snow. Turning he hurled a ball at you, striking you in the head, to which Hawkeye responded to by hitting BJ directly in the face with a loud “Ha!”

Rounding the corner, comes a stomping, pouting Frank who halted in his tracks upon seeing the snowball fight taking place. “Hey!” he yelled as he stomped towards you “I knew it! I knew the enemy wouldn’t throw snowballs!”

Hawkeye laughed “Then why did you go running to Potter to tell him so?” 

Frank grumbled before running over to a pile of snow “I’ll show you!” spinning around, he chucked a snowball, rather pathetically towards the three of you. As the snowball went past all of you, you watched as it smashed into the chest of Colonel Potter, who had just rounded the corner.

You all froze, trying not to laugh as Frank stared at Potter in horror. Radar standing next to him with his mouth agape. You watched as Potter looked down at the snow on the ground before turning, leaning down and grabbing some snow before turning and hurling it directly at Frank.

You all howled out in laughter as Frank fell on his butt in surprise as the white powder smashed into his face. He sputtered out nonsense as he looked at Potter “Colonel! There was a rock in there”

“Good!” Potter yelled before laughing along with all of you.

After your laughter died down, Potter spoke “So, who started this little war then?” Potter asked as he looked between all of you.

You pointed at Hawkeye, who pointed at you, BJ pointed at both of you. Potter nodded his head “Right. Thought it might have been” 

“Well, there’s enough cold going around, I don’t need three of my best people getting sick out here-”

“That’s nice of you to say Colonel” Frank broke in as he finally stood up from the ground.

Potter looked over at him “Ah, yeah, I suppose I couldn’t do without you either Burns” Frank hesitated as he stared at Potter, trying to figure out what he meant as Potter turned to the three of you again “Now, it’s colder than a well digger’s butt in January out here, let’s go get some coffee in the mess-tent.”

As you all began to walk to the mess-tent, Hawkeye slug his arm across your shoulders. Hearing a loud sneeze behind you, you all looked back at Frank who looked back up at you all “I think I’m getting a cold sir.”

Potter simply shook his head. as the rest of you chuckled, before you all turned and made your way into the mess-tent. 

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:0! This is so sweet! 🙈💖

I guess some basic facts about me are that:

1. I love astrology! I've been learning to read charts and interpret different aspects of astrology for about a year now, so it's something I've become really fond of. I'm a Capricorn sun, Leo rising, and Pisces moon if that gives you guys any indication of my personality :] Also, on a side note, if you guys want character matches personalized based off your chart I'd love to do that!

2. Although I've been kept occupied by school, I love watching tv shows and films, playing video games, and talking with my friends and mutuals (on the days I'm not too shy lmao). A few of my current interests are lotr, ghost, star wars, and anything Martin Freeman and Pedro Pascal 😳😩

3. I consider myself pretty down to Earth and spiritual. After leaving a particularly shitty experience, my family and I have become more spiritual than religious :/

Additionally, I'm not an expert by any means in Wicca and all its intricacies, but it is something I've been spending time studying :]

Hopefully that gave y'all something to work off of lmao. Let me know if you wanna talk about anything related to those things! I'd love to talk with y'all when I have the time :)

your fictional anime husband will never love you for he is only images 

am i doing this right

Some day I'll write some fanfic explaining how Klinger and Father Mulcahy became hippies after the war.