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how I picture Guinevere Lysandra Weasley from rose petal red by @nonchalantxfish

picrew by naylissah

You’re welcome

So I decided to redraw it in another app.

i binge read the last 3 chap of Yesterday Upon The Stair by @pitviperofdoom

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Absolutely inspired by the image above.

Sadly, I drew this in an app, where you can't save the pics as a transparent PNG.

i binge read the last 3 chap of Yesterday Upon The Stair by @pitviperofdoom

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Original story Idea, I guess?

Or it could just be an AU.

So, what I've written down so far:

Supernatural beings, ghosts and monsters, gods and guardians and everything humans believe in, all exist on another plane on this earth parallel to ours, which interacts with ours and yet is unseen by the gaze of a mere human.

The beings are birthed into existence, by the belief of a human that this being exists.

Their existence is fuelled by the belief of humans and by the emotions the humans feel towards them. They all have emotions they thrive on.

There exists a simple rule as to how strong one of these beings is. The amount of humans that believe in it, the strength of emotion they feels towards it and the time a human spent believing in it are all factors which determine the strength of their soul and the power stored in it.

Of course there are different kinds of fuels for the strength of these beings.

Take for example, gods and deities. These beings thrive on love. The stronger the love for them, the stronger they are. The longer a human has loved them, the stronger they are.

Or take for example, the nightmares, the monsters hidden under the beds and in the closets of children. These monsters thrive on fear and horror. The stronger the fear of the monster, the stronger it is. And the longer it can gorge itself on that fear, the stronger it is as well.

And then, of course, the only beings who diverge from this rule, the nonentities.

Beings who are not born of belief, but called into existence by the most desperate calls of help from a human. When a human, at their breaking point, reaches out to the cosmos with their fractured soul, reaches out for anything, everything and the nothing out of pure desperation. And no being on the planes of this earth answers their cry for help.

That is when a nonentity is born into being.

They are born as white wisps, at the core of their soul the need to help, fix and protect and the call of the one who birthed them. Their form takes shape as time goes by and as they answer more and more pleas.

Their first act on earth is to vanquish what brought their bearer to their breaking point. In this they have no choice.

After the act they may regret it, for mayhaps it was a fundamentally and morally wrong thing to do and their bearer was truly at fault.

Take for example, a lover who has dedicated their whole life to their partner. And this partner grows weary of their unhealthy dedication bordering on obsession and breaks their heart. This brings the lover to their breaking point, for their partner was their whole life. And their love and dedication turns into betrayal, anger, desperation and a thirst for revenge.

And so, a nonentity is brought into existence and they vanquish what brought their bearer such pain. And after, the being realises it erased a human, whose soul was clean.

The existence of a nonentity is not one of joy. The cries of the desperate echo in their soul. They feel their grief, pain and despair.

After their birth act, they continue their mission of following the cries of help, lest the screams in their soul drive them mad.

But after this first act they can choose on which cry to act on and avoid harming the innocent.

But their existence will always be one of pain, guilt and blame.

They are glitches in the system. Not born of it and yet part of it. Outside of the natural order.

I apologize for any grammatical, vocabulary or pacing errors, I only wrote it down quickly and read it over once

I think I'm gonna redraw this.

I love the pose and the symbolism.

But I think the proportions of the two character in relation to one another are off.

I'll do it, when I've got the time.

Disclaimer: Only the art belongs to me, nothing else!

Y'all KNOW he’d have the cleanest parlor and the steadiest hands!!! I’m being super self-indulgent since it’s new years >8DDD (I wanted to draw Kuroo/Bokuto/Akaashi as part of his parlor crew but I got lazy blehehh)

SORRY I’M SO SPARSE HERE LMAO HAVE SOME DOODLES

Ex Machina au where the ai is tsukki :3c or just any au where Tsukki is an extremely clever ai/android bc I love death and dying

Can I just point out the height difference here

I can’t believe the Small Giant is actually KageHina’s love child lmao

Bakugou as a pro-hero speaking out against bullying is my kryptonite.

There's this one fic on Ao3 (will I ever be more than I've always been?) that is about exactly that. It details Bakugo having an epiphany about what kind of hero he really wants to be, him apologizing to Midoriya, having talks at schools about bullying and telling his middle school principal that he should've been expelled for his actions.

It's part of a series of other fics detailing Class 1-A's life as pro-hero's and they're all pretty cool.

So go read, if you're interested!

Okayy, soooo.

I've been caught up in the bnha fandom recently XD

And like all fandoms an OC came out of all that time. So let me introduce you to:

Natsuki Mirai (hero name: Dusk)

She is the result of imagining an Uzumaki to be in the bnha-world. So basically she has two quirks, like Todoroki.

One is the chakra chains, with which she can fight and restrain people. I may or may not add quirk-surpression as an ability to the chains. Depends on if it would overpower her.

The second is the ability to impose her rules on the world through seals, her only limit being her imagination and energy-level.

I thought of her being the daughter of a villain and being trained accordingly. But because a hero saved her (from what is not yet decided) and died doing so, she wants to become a hero as well and honor that hero by living by his ideals (protect and help those that are weaker than you).

I had the idea of her parents union being a quirk marriage, but then I thought that would be too similar to Todoroki's storyline.

So, her parents did marry, because they both had strong quirks, but they didn't do it as the sole purpose of breeding the perfect quirk user.

While we're on her parents-

Her father's quirk is seals, her mother's is chains (which is a reference/parallel to Minato & Kushina).

Her looks (the red hair, the dark blue eyes) she got from her mother, her father had brown hair and green eyes. (Which is only already decided, because I wanted her to originally look a bit like Todoroki - half her father, half her mother. But as already said, too similar to an already existing character.)

Her name is Mirai, because to her mother she was the future. Natsuki, because I like the idea of her nickname being Natsu. Her name was originally Natsukawa Mirai, but I googled it and it's the name of a pornstar, so.

Her hero name is Dusk, because I imagine her wanting to be an underground hero and with her dark red hair, dusk was fitting.

I don't really imagine her in any pairing, so.

That's all I have on her, for now.

This pic is inspired by Billie Eilish - bad guy

Yes, I'm aware that except for the hair and black tears she looks nothing like Billie. That is okay. After all, my intention wasn't to draw Billie Eilish.

Fic Recs: Naruto!OC’s (Part 1)

Déjà-vu no Jutsu by Vixen_Tail

The main-character is Mesuji Natsumi. Above you can see what I imagine her to look like.

Word Count: 525,453

Status: completed

Summary: Take one dead, thirty year old career soldier, stick in the body of a child during the Second Great Shinobi War. Add a mini-Namikaze Minato, ninjas, chakra, tailed beasts, and shake well. Is it any wonder she thought she was insane?

Catch your Breath by @cyb-by-lang

The main-character is Gekko Keisuke.

Word Count: 823,615

Status: ongoing

Summary: Inspired by Silver Queen’s “Dreaming of Sunshine.” Ripples turn into waves and crash upon the shores of what is and what could be, and I was just someone else who got pulled under. I didn’t realize that even a drowning person makes waves of their own. A SI OC story.

Dreaming of Sunshine by @dosbysilverqueen

The main character is Nara Shikako.

Word Count: 709,000+

Status: ongoing

Summary: Life as a ninja. It starts with confusion and terror and doesn’t get any better from there. OC Self-insert. No pairings.

“Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red. Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache. Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid. Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered. Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling. Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have. Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do. Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely. Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you. Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising. Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering. Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.”

— My Thoughts On The Signs (via rosyscorp)

Disclaimer: Only the art belongs to me, nothing else!

she transformed her enemies, or those who offended her, into wild beasts // Circe by Wright Barker (1889)

Ready for an unpopular opinion?

Although, opinion isn’t really the best word for it, since it’s actually a fact but JKR did such a great job romanticizing abusive/toxic people and relationships that very few people will like what I have to say…

Molly Weasley is a bad mother. 

*GASP!* 

I know, I know…Blasphemy, right? I can practically see my follow count going down as I type this. I mean how can this woman

Be considered anything other than a proud, loving matriarch? 

Well, let’s start with the really obvious one:

She can’t tell her own twins apart.

Mid way through his first year of Hogwarts, Harry Potter - The Boy Who Doesn’t Notice Shit - can tell Fred and George apart, but their own mother can’t. I know plenty of twins and their parents know who is who. 

Now I know someone out there will try to defend this somehow and say that it’s not THAT BIG of a deal, but tell that to a kid whose mother doesn’t acknowledge their individuality. It’s pretty damaging. And this is actually one of Molly’s minor offenses. 

Moving on…

She’s Incredibly judgmental and unsupportive of her children.

Fred and George were legitimately geniuses, but never does Molly utter an ounce of praise for their accomplishments. In fact, she puts them down, insisting that the joke shop and all of their inventions are a waste of time. She only ever focuses on the fact that the boys tended to get themselves into trouble. She also completely disregards them as part of the family during OotP when Ron is made a prefect and she claims that that’s “everyone in the family!” to which the twins reply “What are we? Next door neighbors?” 

Nice Molly. Good Parenting. How about the fact that your kids were TOO SMART for general academics, dropped out and started their own highly successful business when every other shop in town was closing? No? Not good enough for you…alright….

Fred and George aren’t the only victims of course. She nags Bill about his hair and his earring and, most importantly, his marriage to Fleur Delacour. 

Look, not all parents are going to be thrilled with who their child chooses to marry. My mom hates my soon-to-be-husband and, much like Molly Weasley, she can’t keep her irrelevant and completely unwarranted opinion to herself. And let me tell you something, it’s very hurtful to have your own mother disregard the person who makes you happy and be blatantly rude to them every time they are forced to be in the same room. 

Then there’s Percy…Alright look, yes, Percy behaves like a little shit and eveyone has reason to be upset with the actions he takes against his own family but…can you blame him? Look at the chaos he’s grown up in. He was offered a very good job for someone his age and of his stature and he got a little carried away. Molly didn’t have to agree with what he was doing, but her lack of ability to show any support for her children is what drove Percy to take it as far as he did. Forcing your beliefs onto your children DOESN’T WORK. You need to let them go out and make some bad decisions. They need to see things for themselves and the more you try to hold them back from doing so, the harder they are going to try to prove you wrong and that, in my opinion, is a big part of what happened to Percy Weasley. 

I could really go on and on about all the terrible ways Molly judged and refused to support her children, but I have too many other points to make so we’ll just leave it at these major ones here…

She plays favorites…Big Time.

It’s not exactly news to anyone that Molly Weasley favors her youngest child and only daughter, Ginny, over everyone else…especially Ron. It’s so bad that when the Horcrux talks to Ron in DH, it actually plays into the fact that Ron’s biggest insecurity stems from being the LEAST LOVED by his mother, who craved a daughter. Basically Molly has seven kids because she kept trying and trying for a girl and never got one. By the time Ron came around, she was fed up and she didn’t even try to hide it. Ron often feels overshadowed by all of his siblings and then by his best friend who his mother ALSO treats better than she treats him. 

Until Percy’s big no-no against his family with his position at the ministry, Percy was another child who was put upon a pedestal and used to compare her other children against. The twins were constantly told to “Be More Like Percy” and that she “Never had these problems with Percy!”  

It’s not only HER children who are subject to her toxic behavior….

She’s very hard on both Hermione and Harry as well, although she’s so overbearingly loving towards Harry that it’s often over looked. However, we’ll start with how she treats Hermione…

After Rita Skeeter, who is well known for being less than truthful in her articles, writes a scandalous piece on an innocent fourteen year old Hermione and basically destroying the poor girl’s first real romantic experience, Molly Weasley thinks its appropriate to basically throw her opinion on the matter in Hermione’s face by sending her a smaller chocolate egg than everyone else during easter, and by greeting her with very little enthusiasm the next time she saw her. It isn’t until Harry explains to her that he and Hermione were never involved that the grown woman warms up to her again. 

 Aaaaaaand Harry….

Okay….

I appreciate a lot of the things Molly did for Harry. She practically adopted him when he really had no one else and that’s great. I don’t want anyone to think that I believe Molly is a terrible person altogether, all I am doing with this rant - as I do with all of my rants - is make people think about these characters and see their flaws, when many readers only see the romanticized outer layer. That is what makes all of these characters SO GOOD. They are REAL. They are problematic…okay….here we go….

Molly puts her own kids and their needs aside to take care of Harry. Harry gets decent dress robes while Ron gets hideous, ratty hand me downs. Harry gets support and affection while the twins are brushed off to the side. And I understand that Harry needed that and good on Molly for stepping up…but she wasn’t good enough to her kids to warrant the amount she does for Harry. 

She also acts very entitled to Harry because of all she has done for him and gets a little jealous when the idea of another parental figure is brought up. I could give an entire rant dedicated to the way Molly treats Sirius, and one day I probably will but today is not that day…it’s just….it’s very bad…

She undermines anyone else’s opinion on how to deal with Harry’s involvement in the Order. Why? Well because she’s practically his mother and so she gets to decide…

Here’s the thing though, Harry isn’t just a kid who is interested in fighting against Voldemort, he’s the center of everything that is going on and sheltering him from the facts is not going to help. Personally, I’m very against sheltering kids especially kids who are 15/16 years old and can comprehend a situation. Molly verbally attacks Sirius when she feels he is giving Harry too much information and accuses him of treating Harry as if he’s James…

He’s not treating Harry like James. 

He’s treating Harry like Harry. He’s treating Harry the way that James and Lily would have wanted him to be treated. He wasn’t going to give him every last little detail, he was only going to tell him as much as he needed to know. Why? Because Sirius knows that if he skirts around the truth, Harry will make his own conclusions and that may not end very well…

in fact…

it DOESN’T end well. Molly gets her way, Harry is kept in the dark about some pretty important details and all hell breaks loose in the department of mysteries. 

Harry deserved to be treated like more of an adult in particular situations. He had been through too much to keep him sheltered from the truth. Molly needs to back off.

These are just examples of her being a bad mother. As I said before, her behavior towards Sirius, her manipulative involvement in the relationship between Tonks and Remus and her complete inability to handle confrontation like an adult are all things that deserve their own separate rants. 

 I don’t hate Molly. I really don’t. I think she has so many amazing qualities that do redeem her, but she’s far from the Perfect Mother that the fandom sees her as.

Please don’t lynch me o_o 

Quotes from the Harry Potter Books [28/50]

reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

tag who you are. obviously im carg

skeletons

When Catelyn suggests “Sansa” he agrees, because there hasn’t been a Sansa Stark in years.

“She was a Princess,” Catelyn says shyly. “The Princess of the North.”

At first Eddard remains solemn. “There aren’t many Princesses in this world,” he tells Catelyn. “And none above the Neck.” Nevertheless, he agrees with this lady wife and buries his uncertainty in tradition.

Eddard Stark names his first daughter Sansa, to honor his wife’s wishes and his family’s history. His Sansa is the true Princess in the North.  In her name he feels that he honors his brave and noble father, and his fallen brother, who had been the  first one to proclaim their sister, Lyanna, the Princess in the North.

“Here she is,” Brandon had exclaimed, loud and exuberant, the day of Lyanna’s birth.

“The Princess of the North!”

His father’s bannermen had roared and toasted, cheered along with Brandon, their future Lord. Lyanna was their Lady. Karstark, Royce, Glover, Umber, and Flint alike had cheered to the new Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

When he introduces Sansa, his princess, there is that same roar. She is the symbol of happiness after such a dark time. She is the token of peace, after the war, after the North has lost their Lord Brandon and their Lady Lyanna.

His Sansa holds all the hope of the North in her, and she is perfect, and regal, and lovely.

Eddard’s Sansa is everything Brandon and Lyanna would rage against, and that is exactly what the North needs.

He says a silent prayer to his gods, the gods of the North, that Sansa might grow up strong, and sweet, and kind, and fierce– all the things that a Stark Princes should be– and Eddard revels in her.

Sansa is his Princess. The perfect combination of his Northern solemnity and Southron grace, even in just her first year, and Eddard knows she will bring nothing but praise to Winterfell.

His bannermen fight for her hand–each one presenting some new trinket or skill that makes them worthy for her, but none are. At just one, Sansa is a Princess, stronger, lovelier, and more clever than the best of them.

Catelyn says she will be Queen, and Eddard feels a pang, because Brandon had said the same of their sister, as he held her and rocked her, and loved her perhaps more than a brother should.

And when Arya is born, red-faced. grey-eyed. and squalling, exactly as Brandon and Lyanna had been, Eddard feels naught but panic. He remembers his mother holding Lyanna, her pride and joy. He remembers his mother telling Brandon, “Love her. She is yours,” and Brandon taking those words to heart, and riding hard to King’s Landing.

It gets worse when Jon sneaks into the nursery at night, when Catelyn won’t see him, and when he thinks Ned isn’t there, and gathers Arya up.

Ned braces himself for Arya’s screech, but in Jon’s arms she is content, just as Lyanna had been with Brandon.

“Sansa, is Papa’s Princess,” Jon says to the small babe. “But you are mine.”

There is a part of Ned that is broken that day, as he watches the incarnations of Brandon and Lyanna commit themselves to each other all over again.

i find the idea of platonic soul mates so fucking amazing, like imagine finding someone who you feel complete with but you don’t have to worry about losing them to messy romance because they’ll be your best friend forever instead

Yet unexistent fic

There was a whistling sound, like quickly gliding wind and suddenly, as if it had come into existence out of nothing, there was a huge griffin on him, claws sunk into him to the bones, and a scream ripped out from his throat.

Uzumaki Haruka

Haruka was an Uzumaki through and through. But her emotions- those were the overwhelmingly strong emotions of an Uchiha.