DelicateDeception

knower of false facts,teller of twisted truths

[delicatedeception]

Warning this is cringe but I can't get it out of my head

So imagine beetle juice getting it on with someone and he's like yeah say my name. Then that person says his name three times not thinking about it and poof beetle juice is back in the ghost world naked

[humble-introvert0808]

im bored. 🫤

So im gonna do this and turn it into a tag game! ✨🤩😁😈

Love life- Charybdis — Jorge Rivera-Herrans

fight song- Rasputin (7” Version) — Boney M.

personality- rises the moon — Liana Flores

theme song- golden hour — JVKE

wedding song- Star — Mitski

funeral song- Don’t you dare (make me fall in love with you) — Kaden Mackay

. . .

I don’t know how to feel about this 🥲

anyways! @amy-r0z3 @luv-again @raine-ydays @sparkles-rule-4eva @glitch-studios @warriorofchaos223 @jjdrawstuff @rayzyart & anyone else who wants to join! ✨^_^

[raysramblings]

Still Into You - Paramore

All In My Head - Ebony Loren

Love On - Selena Gomez

24 - sundial

Sleep Well - d4vd

Die WIth a Smile - Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars

I AM FUCKING SOBBING BRO WTFFF 😭😭😭

um @chickenwaffles17 @spacewlf @charly235

[chickenwaffles17]

that's actually perfect omg...

Love Song: Leave Me Alone by Michael Jackson (oh man...)

Fight Song: Filter by Jimin

Personality: I <3 LATINAS by Odetari

Theme Song: Tell Me by The Wondergirls

Wedding Song: Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka

Funeral Song: Devils Advocate by The Neighbourhood

@spruzu @cinnamon-phrog @chocolategothwolfhorse @ana-the-light-fury @x-creature-feature-x @sticks-stones-sonic-insanity + anyone who wants to join in!!

[ana-the-light-fury]

LOVE SONG: Monsters by Shinedown

FIGHT SONG: So Much Love by The Rocket Summer

PERSONALITY: Already Over by Red

THEME SONG: Neverender by The Fold

WEDDING SONG: Stars by Switchfoot

FUNERAL SONG: Infinite from Sonic Forces

Okay, okay lolll this is too much. My fight song is about how there’s “so much love”—AND MY FREAKING FUNERAL SONG IS THE ONE TITLED “INFINITE”??! I love that lolll this was great.

@leafstur @dorky-vest-incarnate @maplesyrup3500

[maplesyrup3501]

Love song: Le temps des fleurs by Dalida

Fight songs: I can’t choose just one so yall getting three:

Giorno’s theme (Jojo)

It’s going down now (Persona 3)

At the speed of light (Dimrain47)

Personality Songs: Can’t hold us by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Ray Dalton……..and sometimes Hope by NF 😭

Theme Song: Easy Super smash bros brawl theme and Born for this and Unstoppable by the Score

Wedding Song: A Thousand years by Christina Perri

Funeral Song: …

HERE ME OUT!!!

✨ ᗰᑌᖴᖴIᑎ 丅Iᗰᗴ ✨

If you see the vision I respect you

This was a fun yet so unnecessarily hard challenge for me because I am SUPER indecisive but eh C’est la vie! Anyways this was really cool thank you girl 🥰

@vulpixfairy1985 @mysticsparks @dreamyluigi @silenzahra @bberetd @ana-the-light-fury @mariomoviefangirl23 and again whoever is interested in doing this I recommend it, this is a blast.

[mysticsparks]

Love Song: Good Tonight by Daniel Pemberton <- It was a good movie!!

Fight Song: RISE by League of Legends <- Well that's an awesome fight song Personality: In my blood by The Score <- Still accurate Theme Song: Counting Stars by OneRepublic <- Alright not bad Wedding Song: Not OK by Robert Grace <- This is hilarious XD Funeral Song: House of Memories by Panic! at the Disco <- Fitting ngl

This was more fun then I thought it was gonna be!! Thanks @maplesyrup3500!! @astressedlittlejaybird @aerosolsprite @atiredghostz @dazaiilover69

[astressedlittlejaybird]

Faster n Harder by 6arelyhuman <- LOLLL

I Forgot by Corook <- fitting, i'd lose any fight

Space girl by Frances Forever <- fine by me!

Into the Open Air from the Brave Soundtrack <- hell yeah

Emergency contact by Corook <- that's so sweet

Noble maiden fair from the Brave Soundtrack <- i would cry

@noagskryf @kitab00m101 @immjustagirll @majaurukalo

[immjustagirll]

Eve - precious pepala (idk if thats a good omen :( )

Doll People - Sofia Isella

As Good a Reason - Paris Paloma!!!

Yeti - Paris Paloma

Hot Gum (she version) - Sofia Isella (I LOVE THIS)

Codine Coca Cola - Amelie Farren

this is so cutee!

@sweetashe @starlost-starkid @voidofaworld

[just-a-pot-of-frogs]

love life- I want to be with you - Chloe moriondo (I can get behind this)

fight song- survive- epic the musical (great fight song also very literal)

personality song- sports- beach bunny (fair)

my theme- warrior of the mind- epic the musical (not bad I’ll take it)

wedding- space girl- Frances forever (CUTE!)

funeral- watch you sleep- girl in red (don’t know how I feel but love her)

@raeyapper @tomyheartsblog @s0lit4ir3 and anyone else <33

[wishing-forrain]

love life - lost cause by billie eilish (hell yeah)

fight song- strangers by ethel cain (oh?)

personality song - the greatest by billie eilish (real i fear)

my theme - she wants my money hy dominic fike (absolutely)

wedding - bags by clairo (great wedding)

funeral - disasterology by pierce the veil (interesting)

@mentally-tori-261 @yelenapines @heartstopper-lover123 @lilphve @galaxys-universe @tomyheartsblog @touloserrrr @paranoianist

[yelenapines]

love life- getting older by billie eilish (slay?)

fight song- heather by conan gray

personality song- no body no crime by taylor swift

my theme- your song from moulin rouge (let's fucking goo)

wedding- crazy little thing called love by queen (10/10)

funeral- illicit affairs by taylor swift

@dominoren @no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist @rain-is-studying + anyone who wants to join

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

hopping in cuz this is such a cool idea!!

Love life: Foolishly Wrong - Autoheart

Fight song: Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo

Personality song: Lent by Autoheart (let's GO!)

My theme: Soft by Babygirl

Wedding: Rainbowfish by Abby Cates

Funeral: Human by Daughter

tagging @wistfulenchantress, @bloodyravenstag, @brains-out-rn, @green-binder, @nyyx-xoxx, @dragonboything, and anyone else who feels like it

[wistfulenchantress]

ack this is so fun! thank you for the tag!!!

I had no idea what playlist to use so I went with my on repeat

Love life song: Everyone adores you (at least I do) - Matt Maltese

Fight song: Cabinet Battle #2 - Hamilton Soundtrack (hell yeah tbh)

Personality song: Big Love Ahead - monrovia (flattering)

Theme song: Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo (accurate)

Wedding song: The Room Where It Happens - Hamilton Soundtrack

Funeral song: Rust - monrovia (i have rusted at that point i guess lol. great song in general)

been listening to hamilton for comfort lately, in case you couldn't tell.

okkkkk npt @robintheoriedbyler @justiceforplutoo @sagaofa-dying-star and anyone else!!! 💜

[hawiianshirttaco]

LOOK I SAID I WOULD NOT DO ANY TAG GAMES BUT THIS IS JUST TO GOOD

Love life song - Green flash sunset - Noah Floresh

Fight song - Old friends- Howard shore. (The shire theme song to all non lotr music nerds, in which i say dam fucking right)

Personality song - NUMBERS - TEMPOREX (somewhat fitting? Idk)

Theme song- This Side of Paradise- Coyote (fuck yeah)

Wedding song- Pictures of Girls - Wallows (FUCK YEAH)

Funeral song- Let them know they're on your mind - Cavetown (uhh?? Huh.)

[mairon-goth-minion]

[DISCLAIMER - THIS IS AN OLD PLAYLIST BUT IT’S ALSO MY LONGEST ONE BC IT HAS NO THEME AND I JUST THROW EVERYTHING ON THERE] Love Life: Mocking bird - Eminem (nice and angsty start, I see)

Fight: Believer - Imagine Dragons (damn ok)

Personality: Golden - Fall Out Boy (back to angst I see)

Theme: Take It Off - Kesha (groovy)

Wedding: Ride or Die - Marino (BRO WHY YOU TRYNA MAKE ME CRY)

Funeral: Last Man Standing - Livingston (damnnnn)

@l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft @kayylivesinchaos @look-a-gay @rainystarssx

@bibeantransbean @goldsmith-angel @taleofapart-timepoet @birdiebirdjay

@bralnwashed @soupyloopyx @lesbian-disaster-tm @fictionalsimp09 @clodyghost

@zsrntyouil @blueberry0409 @here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can @aceofspades42

@cerulean-cries @cool-lesbian-is-here  @birdiebirdjay @damsnackbar03 @thestarsshineevenwhenhidden

[thestarsshineevenwhenhidden]

ty for the tag <3

Love: 2 Days Into College- Aimee Carty

Fight: Welcome To The Black Parade- My Chemical Romance

Personality: Feed The Machine- Poor Man's Poison (oh damn)

Theme: Water Fountain- Alec Benjamin

Wedding: Bones- Imagine Dragons

Funeral: Colors- Halsey (WAIT THAT'S SAD-)

npt:

@my-castles-crumbling @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @bibeantransbean @garden-of-runar

@punitive-munchies @abductedhiko @sureasthestarshaveshined

@danger-dayze @regulus0cantswim0black @drowninkystar @kylie-weasleyxo @dont-turn-left and anyone else <3

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Ty for the tag <3

Love life: My Father Will Hear About This by LetsNotMedia (......... No words.)

Fight song: too bad for us by ROSÉ

Personality: this is what heartbreak feels like by JVKE (ermm..... Okay????)

Theme song: Island (kompa pasión) by фрози and Tomo

Wedding song: STUPID IN LOVE by MAX and HUH YUNJIN (finally a nice one)

Funeral song: die first by Nessa Barrett (okay damn)

Open tags!!!! If you see this consider yourself tagged :)

[yourlocaltboy]

love life: The Story Of Tonight from Hamiltion

fight song: Featherstone by The Paper Kites

personality: Yes I'm A Mess by AJR

theme song: Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots

wedding song: All For One from HSM2

funeral song: Let Me Down Slowly by Alec Benjamin

@charmsandchurros151 @adhd3m0n91 @mintgreen-homewrecker @st4rboyloser @starving-marauder-lover @thegayfoxboy @telemachus-blackwood @cool-lesbian-is-here @crowdrinkingcoffee @neekstheanxiouscat @7-kr1by-0n-crack-7 @fishystarry @xerussquirrel @alwayssirius09 @peter-parkourr @noahisgay-blog @galaxys-universe @ezraisfallingapart2 and anyone else!

[mintgreen-homewrecker]

Love life: Blank Space - Taylor Swift

Fight song: Flight of the Crows - Jharia

Personality: Fictional Men - PEGGY

Theme Song: The Bells of Notre Dame - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Soundtrack

Wedding Song: Verbatim - Mother Mother

Funeral Song: Fear & Delight - The Correspondents

@amazing-spiderlad @aikya-kat-44 @cornflakesinchocolatemilk @maydayintheforest @morphean42 @silly-goose-27 @tylenol-extra-strength @that1transmasc @nameless-gonst

[quanta-44]

Love life: The Archer Taylor Swift

Fight song: Villains aren't born their made PEGGY

Personality: change NF

Theme song: Rome (outro) Janani K Jha

Wedding song: don't cry for your daughters eve Lydia the bard

Funeral song: Saturn sza

npt: @apologiesforthecreatures @eve-will-perceive @amethyst-zephyr @literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @mer-acle @evermorecatra @kitty-meowskers @please-be-nice-im-sensitive @musical-ingenue-wannabe @wielderofarrows @cl0wnz13xd @razzcore @stellarart20 + open tagss :)

[amethyst-zephyr]

Love life: Enchanted (Taylor's version) [soo... Good? Bad? Wtf am I supposed to conclude from this?? 'Please don't be in love with someone else???']

Fight song: Pomegranate lips by Derivakat [OKAY I LOVE THIS OKAY LETS GOOO LETS FRICKING GOOO AHHHHHH-]

Personality: Achilles Come Down by the Gang Of Youths [I love that song but what's what supposed to mean??]

Theme song: HONEY by Derivakat [Love that song but I wish I had a more badass theme song]

Wedding song: Murder in my mind [LMAOOO I CANT WITH THIS 😂]

Funeral song: Too sweet by Hozier [what a way to go]

No pressure tags: @fangirlmyth @badplacetohaveagoodtime @it-shall-pass @yuuyuuuyuuuu

[fangirlmyth]

Love life: Tell your story by Derivakat [ooooohhhh that could be an interesting story… kinda depressing tho]

Fight song: Dangerous from Epic The Musical [😂😂😂😂😂 this is perfect]

Personality: My Grand Plan from Percy Jackson the Musical [why is this kinda true tho…]

Theme song: Welcome Home by Derivakat [aaawwwww that’s super cuteeeee😭😭 definitely found family vibes]

Wedding song: The Call by Regina Spektor [ahhhhhh this is perfect and sooooo dam cute]

Funeral song: What’s Up Danger by Blackway, Black Caviar [what a way to go, dam]

No pressure <3 @immadatdisney2 @gilmorenights

[gilmorenights]

Love life: Invisible String by Taylor Swift (crying this is such a cute song I pray it’s me)

Fight song: The World Will Know from Newsies (very accurate 🙏)

Personality: So It Goes… by Taylor Swift (accurate? Maybe???)

Theme song: Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne (YESSSS)

Wedding song: Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift (cute, not what I was expecting)

Funeral song: Warrior of the Mind (HELP WHAT)

These are actually so random what 😭

No pressure: @florthesilly-0 @vsimp14 @kittymations @theskullnextdoor

[florthesilly-0]

this is gonna be weird wacky and a little whimsical since i’m using my 150+ hour playlist of every song i’ve ever liked so…

Love life: Toxic - boywithuke (uh oh)

Fight song: Millie, Warm the Kettle - Rabbitology (FUCK YEAH?!?!!! THATD BE A SICK ASS FIGHT SCENE)

Personality: Falling Behind - Laufey (..yeah i’m falling behind on everything-)

Theme song: Stay Alive - Lin Manuel Miranda

Wedding song: Laplace’s Angel (2018 Live in Studio Demo) - Will Wood (lmao????)

Funeral song: Planetary (GO!) - My Chemical Romance (sounds like i’m gonna be having quite an interesting funeral 💀)

@ash-elair-writes if you wanna :D

[ash-elair-writes]

Thanks so much for tagging me!!!

Love life: disaster by Conan Gray

Fight song: unstoppable by Sia

Personality: jump and fall by Taylor Swift

Theme song: Invisible Things by love

Wedding song: timeless by Taylor Swift

Funeral song: my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift

No pressure :) @sarnai4 @humbly-a-doppelganger

[sarnai4]

Thanks! This is a new type of one for me.

Love life: Me, Myself, and I by De La Soul

Fight song: Dynamite by Jonathan Young & DivideMusic

Personality: (spent way too long on this and still came up with nothing 🫤)

Theme song: Feeling Good by Michael Bublé

Wedding song: (If this did happen) I Will be There by Brandi Burkhardt and Thomas Borchert

Funeral song: Funeral March by Chopin (it's just too perfect)

@famouslysleepy @mer-acle @abyssower @firinnie @superscrub323 @the-archivist-14 @tanyakitty151

[superscrub323]

Love Life: Divinyls - I Touch Myself

Fight Song: (Gonna Be) Hell to Pay - Miracle Sound

Personality: Dare to Be Stupid - Weird Al Yankovic

Theme Song: It's My World (And We're All Living in It) - Weird Al Yankovic

Wedding Song: Digital Love - Daft Punk

Funeral Song: Goldfish - Get Busy Living @mcsiggy, @moonstruckdraws, @galusandmalus, @tanyakitty151

@bcowlick

[prodomius]

You know what, Fuck it, I'm joining in cause I'm bored and have a playlist of around 820 songs I like just saved up for no reason.

Love life: I Will Give You My All 2017 - Simon Viklund (Okay off to a good start)

Fight Song: I'm Shipping out to Boston (instrumental)- Dropkick Murphies (Oh fuck the hell yes!)

Personality: you're an ace, kid- DEMONDICE (Ooh! I haven't heard this song in so long)

Theme Song: Afterlife by Evanescence (I had literally just added this to the playlist a few hours before I came across this thread on my fyp)

Wedding Song: Wish me Luck - Gruppa Krovi (...honestly not the worst thing for this situation that song shuffle would have given me on my playlist.)

Funeral Song: Blood on the risers (Gory gory what a helluva way to die)

[delicatedeception]

Six legs -madylin mei love song

The mermaid -great big sea fight song

Pussy cat -tom jones personality

Two time Jack stuaber theme

Girls -beastie boys wedding

Little Ghost -the white stripes funeral

Just wow seriously the mermaid lol and why is two time my theme lol I've never cheated but the funeral one I'm glad it fit

[delicatedeception]

Dealing with weirdos at work has become a norm even some perverts but we got a whole new level of pervert today. He claimed to be a germaphobe but only against mens germs the male working with me was not allowed to make his drink so I did. When I passed the drink off instead of taking his drink and walking away like a normal person he drank it then made full eye contact and was like "mmm honey that's good." Mind you I'm a rather large woman so I don't get perved on much I had zero clue what to do so I just stood there getting eyed and feeling disgusting

Oh yeah I just remembered this I don't open my mind to a old man or the weirdo who told me I have a cute face for crying when I wasn't crying I was happy

[tunafan9000]

This one youtuber is making polls asking who would win between Arthur Morgan and different insanely powerful characters and he keeps winning until it gets to Tuberculosis. Reason being because he can't use deadeye on it.

[janushawkins]

American Wand Cores: The Big Four (Canon)

While in Britain the “big three” are nearly the only wand cores seen, the american “big four” are more accurately the most powerful and often held in highest regard, but they are not even remotely the only cores used.

Horned Serpent Horn

An exceptionally powerful core, horned serpent wands are quite rare, and unheard of outside the american continents. Horned Serpents themselves are quite diverse, but may usually be grouped into either saltwater or freshwater serpents.

Horned serpent wands of any variety are very powerful in all areas of magic, they have a knack for magics to do with water and perform especially well in transfiguration and divination. 

Horned serpent wands are capable of warning their owners of danger by emitting a low musical tone. They are also unique in the behavior between twin cores, if two wands of horned serpent horns from the same serpent work together for a singular goal (often in combat) their power is increased exponentially.

Rather like the Ilvermorny house named after the creature, horned serpent wands prefer owners who are intelligent and quick-witted. However, their preferred owners are not bookish scholars who stay shut in a library all day, but rather creative and innovative individuals who enjoy exercising their mind and putting things they learn into practice. Absorbing information like a sponge, these wixes brilliant in subjects they find interesting and above average in those they don’t. They are constantly thinking. Wixes chosen by these wands are absolutely brilliant and fiercely independent.

The type of horned serpent has some bearing over what they look for in an owner as well. Horned Serpent horn wands from a salt-water horned serpent are playful in nature, and look for owners who share that lighthearted playfulness, these are extremely imaginative, spirited and outspoken wixes.

Fresh-water horns, on the other hand, seek owners who are pragmatic, secretive and a bit slow to trust. These wixes are often very cunning and patient.

Horned serpent wands are sensitive to Parseltongue and vibrate when it is being spoken. It is possible they favor owners capable of speaking in parseltongue.

“I like to keep a special eye on students who are chosen by these wands. I keep track, in a notepad in my desk drawer–right next to my paints and emergency bertie botts–of what individuals have wands from the same horned serpent, and watch patiently for the day when they discover the peculiar connection of their twin wands. Interestingly, if they do not already know each other, it seems they always naturally gravitate towards one another, becoming incredibly close and often becoming the best of friends or incredibly close partners.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Thunderbird Tail Feather

One of the most powerful cores available, Thunderbird feather’s are somewhat rare, and make for mighty wands with power and range rivaling that of the british Phoenix feather wands.

Thunderbird feather core wands are incredibly powerful in most if not all areas of magic, and are especially good for transfiguration magics and any magic to do with weather, air and travel. Owners may have an exceptional talent for flying.

As powerful as these wands can be, Thunderbird feather wands are uniquely difficult to master, perhaps retaining the original creatures independent nature. However, once mastered they bond with their owner for life, and their allegiance is almost certain to never change.

Like  Thunderbirds themselves, these wands can sense danger and may preemptively cast curses to protect themselves and their owner, acting independently.

It is very rare to be chosen by a thunderbird wand, even most of those that match up to the cores preferences aren’t chosen, these wands wait for someone truly extraordinary, with the potential for greatness. Thunderbird feather wands seek owners with an adventurous spirit, as extraordinarily free and independent as the creature they came from. These wixes are natural travelers and loath having to stay put, always aching to explore the next horizon. Daring, adventurous and curious, they refuse to hold still or conform to any stifling rulesets. With the soul of a wanderer and the skills to seek the unknown, these individuals were born to run.

“When I say they’re picky, I mean it. I’ve gone 3 years in a row without a single thunderbird feather wand choosing a student, I’ve still got over half my original stalk! But when a student is chosen by one of these wands, I know they are destined for truly great things, those kids will see the world over and make a huge impact on it. I also know their restlessness is going to give the teachers hell.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Wampus Cat Hair

Though a very powerful core, wampus hair wands are rather uncommon due to the incredible difficulty and danger of procuring the hairs. 

Wampus wands are quite powerful. They are renowned for their flexibility, becoming very strong in any forms of magic their owner favors. This core is also very good with magics to do with the mind, especially legilimency, and it can produce mind altering effects both dazzling and horrifying. 

Enchantments and charms created by wands with this core are known to be very long-lasting.

Wixese chosen by this core are often bold and always enigmatic. Possessing a somewhat nebulous view of good and evil, these individuals reject simple dichotomies of light and dark. However, this does not mean that they are evil or without conscience. Rather, they prefer a more complex morality that bases right and wrong on cause and effect rather than convention and idealism. Because of this they are more willing than others to use dark magic. They are also often fiercely protective of those they have accepted on their own, using any means necessary to defend what they hold dear.

Dripping charisma, these wixes have an intense presence, able to grip the attention of any room they enter. They have an air of unpredictability, as they fluctuate between decisions and emotions based on feedback from their environment. Constantly adapting to the current situation.

Wixes chosen by Wampus hair wands also tend to be incredibly resilient, able to survive more than most.  There is a trend of some level of magic-resistance in these wixes, It is unknown whether this is a pre-existing trait or one gained by bonding with a wand with this core.

“Just how a student chosen by a wampus hair wand will turn out is, ironically, black or white. While it is true that their complex and adaptable morality does not necessarily lead them down a dark path, I have seen many wixes chosen by a wampus hair wand become truly evil individuals. There are, however, a great many who have become heroes and healers, genuinely good people. One thing is absolutely certain, Owners of wands with a wampus hair core will always, ALWAYS go on to do great things, whether good or bad they will always be extraordinarily powerful, very likely passing into legend.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Snallygaster Heartstring

A somewhat fickle wand core whose tendency towards change can make it difficult to master, Snallygaster Heartstrings are nonetheless the most powerful of the four major wand cores in North America, and have been highly prized in the american wizarding community. 

However, Snallygasters are not as plentiful a species as dragons, and the fact that taking this wand core requires killing one is causing a decline in their numbers, and as consequence a decline in snallygaster wands. There have been petitions to have this core banned in order to protect the species and many young wixes have taken a disliking to it.

Similar to Europe’s dragon heartstring wands, wands with this core create some of the most dazzling and powerful spells. They can be considered a jack of all trades, as they perform admirably in every area of magic. It also excels at combat magics, and offensive spells often pack quite a punch. This wand does seem to be easier to turn to the dark arts.

For some reason, the visuals of spells cast with wands with this core are heightened. Light’s are brighter, colors are more intense and flashes are more erratic. These wands are also often incredibly sturdy for the wood they use, and almost impossible to break, no matter their flexibility.

Owners of wands with this core should have a firm hand to temper the wands fickle nature. This wand’s preferred owners are driven, ambitious and often focused on uncovering hidden truths. With unbreakable resolve and a deep curiosity, these wixes are natural born investigators, almost unstoppable in their pursuit of truth. 

This core suffers no fools, and refuses to work for individuals it sees as dim, lazy or lacking in sufficient drive. Wixes it chooses are often wise and animated, but if something doesn’t effectively capture their attention they will grow bored quickly and become restless, wishing to be anywhere else but where they are. 

These wixes are superb spellcasters who take very little time to master new magics, but this gift is more often attributed to being a natural with magic than an excellent study. It can seem that they were born with a wand in their hands.

“Even I’m growing uncomfortable with this core, I’ve been considering refusing shipments of it, or even snallygaster wands donated by other wandmakers… maybe the feather? It wouldn’t be as power-… but… we wouldn’t need to kill any… Um… So this is the last one we’re talking about today? I can just go now? Great, I’m gonna go find some… uh… I’m gonna try something– bye!” - January Hawkins (he just started rambling about feathers and disaperated, wtf is with this guy?)

[delicatedeception]

Has this year been rough for anyone else? I got burned on the over the literal first day of this year. One of my dogs got killed and I've been dumped once over text of all things and then pre dumped by another guy because I was a little to lovy. (Which after talking to him about it he said he realized he didn't want a commitment like I was hoping for. I totally understood that he felt pressured and I apologized.) I've lost all motivation to draw or write anymore

[delicatedeception]

My lamb with her loyal follower beeferoni

[royaljellyprince]

👁️ 👁️ 👁️

[delicatedeception]

[delicatedeception]

[monstersandmaw]

Male kelpie (dad-bod, single father, biker) x plus size f. reader - Part One (sfw)

Background info post on the Full Moon Motorcycles group here Oats Appreciation post here

Featuring a plus-size, bisexual, not very confident reader, and a divorced, Scottish, single-dad, biker kelpie with a soft-dad bod and a heart as big as his bike’s engine (possibly bigger).

CW: there is a very brief moment where a character (not Oats!) insults the reader for her size and uses some fat-phobic language towards and about her, unaware that she can hear him. If you’re sensitive to that, it is brief, but you can skip from “…you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.” to the paragraph beginning, “After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror…”. Also, if you squint, there’s a passing moment that could possibly be interpreted as the reader having some potential issues with food, but it’s not intended to be a big deal and it’s only for about two sentences. Still putting it in here too, just in case. 

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You pushed open the glass door of Full Moon Motorcycles and willed yourself not to feel self-conscious or out of place.

Having both an older brother and a mother who rode motorbikes had at least given you a fair bit of familiarity with bikes and the general ‘biker culture’, but it was mostly the fact that almost all the ‘biker girls’ you saw posing on social media were slim and toned, which you were decidedly not.

From the utterly foetid takes in the comments section of the one post your brother had shared on his page with you in it, you’d also got the impression that the biker community was not particularly kind to any woman with a waist over 25 inches. It probably wasn’t the case, but your one experience with it had been enough to make you very wary.

And yet, as you made your way towards the bike shop’s counter and the older man with floppy, greying hair and warm brown eyes looked up, you were greeted with an open, welcoming smile.

“Hi there,” he said, standing up with a grunt from the comfy chair where he’d been sitting in the corner near the shop’s antique cash register. “What can I do for you?”

You smiled shyly and glanced along the wooden countertop before returning your gaze to him. “I’m looking for a present for my brother, but I’m kind of on a budget…”

“Gotcha. We’ve got some silly key fobs there,” he said, indicating a rotating display rack at one end of the counter, with mottoes that ranged from funny to explicit, “But if they like working on their bike themselves, you can’t go wrong with some maintenance supplies… Not the most glamorous but I promise they’ll be grateful to you all the same.”

“Could always tie a festive ribbon round it,” you said, and he chuckled and nodded.

“That’s the spirit.”

You eyed the reasonable price of the fobs with some relief, and then followed his gesture towards the various bottles of chain degreaser and the like, and a few other useful tools and kits that were stacked on shelves on the back wall to the right of a door that presumably led into the back and store rooms.

The right hand side of the shop had the counter and some shiny, new bikes that had been parked in a row around the perimeter of the space, and the left hand side was more open with a bench or two against the brick walls, and some red, mechanics’ tool-chests tucked against the back wall. A number of leather two- and one-piece suits hung in racks at the furthest end though, with helmets on shelves and a few rows of t-shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots displayed too. There were oil stains in the centre of the polished concrete floor, and you suspected that tinkering took place there outside of the shop’s usual opening hours.

The whole vibe of Full Moon Motorcycles was friendly and cosy, with a slightly industrial, grungy note for some flavour.

In short, you loved it.

“There are also some fun helmet covers –” the older man chuckled, and added, “A number of the regulars here have them, and there are also some earplugs, or perhaps a tough phone case and mount? A chain care kit? There are some vinyl stickers too, and t-shirts, socks, neck warmers, balaclavas, mugs, helmet care kits, thermals…”

Laughing, you held up your hands for him to stop, and he started to chuckle too.

“I’ll let you browse in peace, sweetheart,” he said, his whisky brown eyes twinkling. Even his un-looked-for endearment came across as kindly instead of creepy, and not many men could pull that off. “You just holler if you have questions and I’ll be happy to –”

The door opened behind you and he broke off as his attention was snagged by the arrival of a heavy-set guy in dark jeans and a softly-worn, black leather jacket. He held a black helmet with a tinted visor in his large hands, and he looked more than a little wind-blown and rumpled.

Incongruous with his rather roguish-dishevelment, a lock of his long, thick, slightly grizzled, black hair was held back by a little hair-clip with a Barbie-pink, fabric bow. It didn’t fit with the dark scruff of stubble on his jaw or the piercing green-blue eyes at all, but he seemed completely unfazed by its presence.

“Oats!” the older man exclaimed with obvious joy, clapping his hands. “It’s been a while, my boy! How was the trip to Scotland? You make it round the NC500 this time?”

The ‘boy’ looked to be in his mid to late thirties…

“Ach, no’ a chance this time, Hank,” the man chuckled with a heavy, Scottish accent lacing his rich, rough baritone. Exactly where in Scotland he was from, you couldn’t tell, but it was lyrical and attractive all the same.

“Ah, next time, next time. And is Natalie well?

“Oh aye, my wee Loch Ness Monster is doing just fine. She’ll be terrorising her mother for the Christmas holidays. I came straight from the road though — clutch started playing up just south of Birmingham.” He grimaced, but even that looked charming somehow. “Sort of hoped you might find a minute to take a look at it for me if I left the Old Girl here. No rush though.”

“No problem, Oats. We’ll get her running properly again in no time. Bet you’re missing little Natalie already,” Hank added sympathetically.

“Ah, you have no idea,” the man, peculiarly-named ‘Oats’, sighed ruefully, shaking his head.

“See she left you with a parting gift though,” Hank snorted, pointing at the bow hair clip.

With a slight frown to his dark eyebrows, Oats reached up and patted at his head until he found it, and then he laughed. It was a loud, delighted, full-bellied sound that reverberated through the space while it lasted, and he left the hair clip where it was with no trace of self-consciousness as he lowered his hand again. “Aye, that she did. Surprised it survived the journey down with my lid on and everything. Oh –” His unusually pale green eyes landed on you, watching him and lurking near the rows of t-shirts on the back wall, and he went still.

Those sea-grey eyes raked you up and down, clearly noting the way your black leggings clung to the curves of your thighs and hips, and the black hoodie, which maybe went some way to hiding the softness of your stomach a bit, and he swallowed visibly. He looked… hungry. That was not the usual reaction you had grown accustomed to from men, and you let the flare of heat lick up your insides for just a moment, daring to hope that maybe he did find you attractive.

“Sorry,” he said in your direction, with a soft, dusky smile. “Didnae mean t’interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” you managed to croak back at him before returning your attention, however reluctantly, to present options for your brother while the older man, Hank, hobbled out around the corner of the wooden counter to chat amicably with the man. You couldn’t hear what was said as the two chatted in lower voices, but it was evident that they were good friends. While they talked, however, you couldn’t help noticing that he stole occasional sidelong glances in your direction, and you felt your face warm pleasantly.

‘Oats’ was certainly an unusual nickname, but then again, almost everyone who rode with your brother also had their own nicknames for one reason or another. As you browsed, you wondered what Oats had done to earn that one. He certainly looked like a snack to you, but you vowed not to let your attraction to the stranger show. Awkward situations (or worse, silences) tended to arise when you let that happen.

He had a tanned, outdoorsy complexion, and longish, black hair that was tied back in a low ponytail that brushed below the collar of his black leather jacket. It looked like it had a tendency to flop into his face when not restrained by that out-of-place pink bow. He filled out the jacket very well, and clearly had a soft paunch, and his thighs looked frankly delectable in those thick, indigo jeans. You prayed you wouldn’t have to see him fully from the back if he turned around, to witness the way he filled out the seat of his jeans too.

Fuck. Concentrate.

Bike gifts for brother, not delicious-looking stranger you’re never going to see again.

“Well, I shouldnae hang about, I suppose.”

Oats’ voice cut through your musings in front of chain degreasers and you jumped a little. Glancing back over at him, you offered him a smile when he too turned to look at you one last time, and a slow, charming smile crept onto his handsome face.

“See you,” he said with a dip of his head. Before he strode from the shop though, he let his eyes roam once more down the length of you and he bit his lower lip, almost regretfully, then turned away abruptly.

Oh yes. He absolutely did fill out the ass of those jeans beautifully.

Quite honestly, you weren’t totally sure what you ended up getting your brother for his birthday. You took whatever it was to the counter in a daze, your mind replaying over and over the way he’d looked at you.

“Must say,” Hank said conspiratorially as he fished your change from the antique cash register and slid it across the polished, wooden counter towards you. “I’ve never seen Oats quite so taken with someone, miss.” He chuckled, his kind, whisky-brown eyes glinting. “You take care now.”

Swallowing, you nodded and left the shop, hoping perhaps to find Oats waiting for you outside on the street, leaning against his motorcycle, but life was not a movie, and wherever he was, he was not lingering in the hopes of seeing you. In fact, the street was completely deserted, so you crossed, clambered into your little hatchback, and drove home with the feeling that you’d let a pivotal moment in your life pass you by.

Your sour mood persisted like a raincloud for the whole week, but by the time you were driving over to your brother’s on Saturday for his birthday ride, you were trying to pull yourself out of it. You had your own helmet with you, secured in the back of the car, and beside it was (now wrapped) the present you’d got him. In fact, it was a chain care kit, and, although you hadn’t noticed at the time, Hank had thrown in a free keychain that said ‘In my defence, I was left unsupervised’ which was very on-brand for your brother. You had planned to go back and thank him for the freebie as soon as you could, but your brother’s birthday ride had been planned for that Saturday, and work had been hell that week, so you’d not had the chance.

Predictably, Alex wasn’t in the house when you rang the doorbell, so you followed the sound of metallic clinking and laughter, and went round the side to find him tinkering with his mad little Honda Grom in the garage, while his two best mates — Eggs and Sparky — were lounging around and either making unhelpful suggestions or lewd comments.

“Yo!” Sparky grinned when he saw you, sitting up straighter and almost falling off the mechanic’s tool chest he was leaning his weight against. At Sparky’s exclamation, your brother sat up and banged his head on the handlebars of the short little Grom with a curse.

“Hey,” you mumbled in Sparky’s general direction. “Happy birthday, Alex.”

Alex scrambled upright and came over to hug you, probably smearing grease and dirt all over your armoured jacket, but since it was black anyway, you didn’t mind too much. Alex was about as opposite to you as it was possible to get — straight up and down like a beanpole, and tall. You took after your mother, inheriting all her thick curves and soft edges. Soft heart too.

“Thought this might come in handy,” you mumbled when Alex released you and you held out the brown paper bag stamped with the logo of Full Moon Motorcycles.

His eyes lit up when he saw the logo, and he tore into it like a chipmunk after a peanut, grinning in delight when he’d dismembered it, and in particular he showed off the keychain to his mates. Eggs snatched it and tried to claim it for himself, but Alex was having none of it, and the three of them scrapped and goofed around while you sat down on an old, metal stool in the corner and waited for the other two of your small party to show up, with a cool, curdling kind of dread in the pit of your stomach when you heard one name in particular. Nooner.

Within an hour though, you were all out on the road.

You took the pillion seat behind Alex, and warded his mates off at red lights when they came for his killswitch to immobilise him. A while later though, Alex zoomed off down the open road that would take you all out of town and towards the somewhat famous biker cafe, ‘Elusive Neutral’, that sat nestled amongst the fragrant heather of the rolling hills surrounding the old market town.

The sky was a gorgeous, autumnal blue and the weather was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold, and as your brother’s Yamaha flew along the winding A-road that was every biker’s dream, you cracked a smile and gently tipped your head back. As much as it had scared you when you’d first ridden behind your mother all those years ago, you did love the feeling of being out on a bike. Not that you were actually brave enough to want to try and learn yourself though. Something always held you back, made you wary and unsure, and then you inevitably felt down about that too. God, you wished you had Alex’s wild confidence.

Nothing good ever seemed to last for you though, and when Alex’s R1 had purred into the car park behind Eggs and Sparky, and you’d hopped off to let him reverse more easily into a space, you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.

“…if he didn’t have his fat sister with him, we could have fucking ripped it up along those twisties.” That, of course, had come from Nooner, named for the fact that he rarely stuck to two wheels and always pulled wheelies, or ‘nones’, whenever he got the chance. Out of all of your brother’s friends, he was the one you liked the least, for… obvious reasons.

“Talk about killing the vibes, huh?” Eggs replied, trying to suck up to him, as ever. “More like ‘crushing’!”

The reason Eggs had earned his nickname was that he’d lost a bet and shaved his head when they’d all been about sixteen, and he’d looked like a boiled egg til it grew back. You wished you had the sass to remind him of that every time his spine seemed to crumble in favour of earning a half-hearted snicker out of Nooner.

When Alex joined you, he caught the crestfallen expression on your face and frowned, but you shook your head and walked away from them, heading for the cafe alone.

“Can’t wait to shove some cake in her fat gob already,” Nooner added as an aside to Eggs, and your vision blurred as tears welled along your lashes. Why did people have to be so cruel? To trample all over someone else just to feel a little taller themselves?

You vaguely heard what sounded like Sparky’s voice countering the comment, but you didn't stick around either way. If you mentioned it to your brother again, he’d just say it was banter with the guys and not to take it to heart. Easy for someone who's never been on the end of that kind of comment to shrug it off, after all.

You ducked straight for the toilets when you got inside the airy, modern cafe, not even bothering to look around or find a table first.

After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror to see that you hadn’t turned your eyeliner into a panda cosplay, you headed out again and made for the little bar that doubled as a counter for people who were there solo to sit and eat instead of taking up a whole table to themselves. None of your brother’s friends joined you, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw that they’d settled themselves around a table in the far corner and already had a number for a server to bring their food order over. They hadn’t even waited for you.

“Fuck them,” you hissed through gritted teeth, taking a seat at the bar instead. The stools were made of old tractor seats, and they were surprisingly comfortable, and as you leaned your forearms on the countertop, the young woman behind the counter came over to you with a smile that made you feel a little better.

“Hey,” she said. “What can I get for you?”

You ordered a hot drink, and then took out your phone while you waited for her to make it for you.

For half an hour or so, you sat scrolling through social media and sipping your drink and telling yourself this was your brother’s day and not yours. He did come over a couple of times, but you declined to sit with his friends, and because he’d never had any real reason to doubt you before, he took you at your word when you told him you were happy enough where you were. “I don’t want to get in the way,” you said, and he believed you.

Patting you on the shoulder, he left you for the third time, and you looked down into the dregs of your drink with a heavy sigh. “This sucks.”

Outside, the sound of more bikes arriving made your ears perk up, and you wondered idly what they rode. Elusive Neutral had once been an old cattle barn, but it had been completely redone and the walls on two sides had been replaced with vast picture windows that showed the sweeping expanse of moorland beyond, and a small sliver of the car park at one end. Craning your neck, you saw a group of maybe five or six bikers draw up, some on hipster looking cafe racers and others on racy sports bikes. There was even a Ducati Panigale among them, and behind them followed an old, battered, blue pickup truck.

The door opened a little while later, and you glanced over, eyes drawn instinctively by the movement.

Above the general chatter and merry chinking of china in the room, the energy of the new group of bikers rose like a cloud of dizzy mayflies; buzzing and excited and full of joy. You watched them all with interest from your perch at the counter.

The first through the door was an absolute Amazon of a woman, with her long black hair restrained in a thick braid, and shoulders the width of a barn door. She was lean and tall, and in her biker gear she looked… incredible. Her face was strikingly handsome, but until she glanced down at the woman walking beside her, her features were hard and glowering and unspeakably stern. She held the door open for one of the others to follow her inside, but when she locked eyes again with the brunette by her side, her whole expression melted into unguarded adoration. Your gut twisted briefly with jealousy.

It wouldn’t matter to you who looked at you like that, if only someone would.

You looked away, and by the time you glanced back at the bikers, the whole group had filed in from outside. There was a guy with golden-brown skin and beautiful dark brown eyes who had his arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a pale, skinny guy in black jeans and a moth-eaten, black jumper, with his long hair tied back in a bun, and behind them came a strikingly attractive guy in a manual wheelchair, flanked by a very short biker with slightly anaemic looking skin. You wondered fleetingly if the guy in the wheelchair had ridden a motorbike there, and if so how, before you realised he was probably the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, with long, flowing red hair and dark green eyes, and the kind of mouth that was made for laughing, and for kissing.

Jesus, was it an unwritten rule of being a biker that you had to be unfairly attractive? Even Hank, who you recognised with a start of surprise coming in behind the guy with red hair, wasn’t unattractive, in a bulky, older man kind of way.

The guy walking with him though… he truly made your stomach swoop.

It was Oats.

You looked away before he could spot you, sitting alone at the bar like some pathetic creature waiting for cocktail hour to begin. It was lunchtime on a sunny, autumnal Saturday though, and there you were sitting alone because you didn’t fancy sitting with your brother’s loser mates.

God, the way Oats had looked in his tough-looking leather jacket, with his eyes crinkled mid-laugh at something the guy in the wheelchair had shot back at them over his shoulder… You bit your lip and stared into the bottom of your cold, empty mug like it would divine some kind of solution to your situation for you.

The new group didn’t seem to notice you while they filed up to the counter, jostling and joking, and when they drifted off to another corner of the cafe, you turned back to your phone, trying desperately to resist the almost overwhelming urge to keep turning over your shoulder to watch them.

Before too long however, you startled at a soft tap on your shoulder, and you looked around to find Oats himself stepping back to a polite distance and smiling down at you like he’d found a treasure in an unexpected place.

“Hey there,” he said in that rolling, Scottish accent that did unspeakably indecent things to your insides. “Sorry if I’m intruding, but you were at Full Moon last week, right?”

Mute for a moment, you nodded, and mustered up a slightly dazed smile for him.

“You… here alone?” he asked, eyeing the currently-empty seats to your left and right. In fact, someone had only just gathered up their belongings and left.

“Kind of?” you croaked, letting your eyes slide over to the table where your brother and his friends were hunched over one of their phones, snickering at something. “It’s… It’s my brother’s birthday today. I… tagged along as pillion, but… you know… I’m kind of a spare part really.”

At that, Oats’ dark eyebrows knitted into a scowl and he looked across the room at them before returning his attention to you. Then, his unearthly, almost prismatic, silver-green eyes took in your empty cup and he grinned. “Can I get y’a top up?”

Your instinct was to refuse, but you bit your lip. This didn’t feel real. A cute, handsome, courteous guy was actually taking an interest in you.

“Sure. Thank you.” And the smile that spread itself across your face telegraphed your delight in a way that was impossible to disguise with any kind of suave grace.

Oats, however, seemed equally delighted, and nodded. The barista came back over and he leaned his weight on the counter to talk to her. He seemed to have that enviably easy manner with everybody, and he even charmed a free slice of cake out of her too with what felt like no effort at all.

“Chocolate? Or something else?” he asked you.

“Pardon?”

“Cake.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine,” you said, but he frowned.

“You sure? I’m gonna have a bit of their chocolate cake. It’s so good, it’s practically a sin.”

“I…” you faltered.

He didn’t pressure you though and shrugged easily, turning back to the barista. “Gimme two forks with that, love. Just in case.”

“No problem,” she beamed back while she bustled about, and Oats eyed the empty bar stool next to yours.

“May I?”

You swallowed your nerves and nodded. “Please.” And then, because apparently a demon of confidence had temporarily possessed you, you eyed his slightly helmet-flattened forelock and said, “No pink hair clips today?”

He guffawed loudly enough that your brother actually glanced over and frowned when he saw you talking with a stranger.

Oats snorted and shook his head. “No, not today. My daughter is still up in Scotland with her mother.” He fixed you with a more serious look and said, “She and I divorced, before you get the wrong idea about me flirting like this with a beautiful woman.”

The compliment caught you so off-guard that you just froze for a moment, but when the heat of a blush filled your face, you looked away and he chuckled.

“I’m not normally so forward, but I’ve been kicking myself for not talking to you when I first saw you in Full Moon. Hank was telling me just this morning what a muppet I’d made of myself for walking away like that.”

You looked behind you at the group of his friends and then turned back to him. “Won’t they think you’re being rude, ignoring them like this?”

He shook his head and smiled. “They’re probably all taking bets on how quickly you’ll shoot me down.”

“What? I’d have to be an idiot to do that.”

At that, his face split into a huge, handsome grin and he shook his head just a little. “Lucky me,” he said. “You ride?” he added, eyeing your jacket that was obviously a motorcycle jacket.

You shrugged. “Pillion. I’ve never ridden myself, but my brother lets me come out with him sometimes.”

Oats nodded, and then, as the barista set down his coffee, your top-up, and the plate of decadent chocolate cake with two forks, he said, “I’m Euan, by the way, but everyone calls me Oats.”

You introduced yourself, and then said, “Oats?”

He snorted and nodded. “Not the worst nickname, for sure.”

“Can I ask where it came from?”

Oats nodded and shunted the plate towards you first before leaning his elbow on the bar and watching you while he spoke. “I think it’s because I’m a dad, but I’m always prepared for most situations, and when it comes to my Natalie, she’s always hungry. I’ve usually got about a thousand granola bars stashed away about my person —” he said, cutting himself off to pat conspicuously at his jacket pockets. Pulling a slightly dog-eared crunchy bar from his breast pocket, he wielded it like a magic wand at you and said, “Case in point.”

“Hence, Oats,” you said, eyeing the healthy brand name on the packet.

“Exactly. Like I said, it could be worse. See the tall lass over there with the dangerous scowl?”

You didn't need to turn around to know which of his friends he was talking about, but you did anyway. “Yeah.”

“We call her Pixie.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” he chuckled, stowing the granola bar back into his pocket and taking a huge scoop of the chocolate cake with his own fork.

“What do you ride then?” you asked.

“Triumph Bonneville T120,” he said with almost exactly the same intonation and fondness as he’d just said ‘because I’m a dad’, and you couldn’t help smiling. “Can’t be doing with all these glitzy sports bikes and the like,” he added with a laugh, setting his fork down and blinking slowly. His lashes, you noticed, were thick and dark and enticingly long.

Laughing, you smiled. “Don’t say that too loudly — my brother rides an R1.”

“Nice,” Oats grinned back. “But nothing could entice me away from my girl.”

“I’m surprised you’re here, flirting with me then,” you said. Evidently that confidence demon was still lurking.

Again, Oats laughed, though it was more of a low whicker this time, and it rolled right through you and lit you up all over. God, how long had it been since someone had laughed like that for you?

“There are… exceptions,” he said in a rumbling murmur. “Tell me about yourself?” he asked, and you did.

You spent the next hour at least talking in an easy back and forth with him while he charmed a few more refills from the barista and a lot of answers out of you, before one of his friends sidled up shyly and waited for a lull in your conversation.

“Sorry to butt in,” the small, unbelievably beautiful woman said. She was the one who’d been on the receiving end of the adoring look from the Amazon, ‘Pixie’. She had chocolate-brown hair falling in thick ringlets around a gorgeous face, and, you were pleased to note, she had wide hips and a softness to her that a lot of the biker chicks you’d seen online didn’t have.

“Coco,” Oats beamed. “Meet my new friend.” He introduced you by name, and Coco smiled at you, holding out her hand.

When your palms connected, you felt a warmth rush through you and you felt like your heart skipped a beat. The feeling like you could tip forwards and drown in her endless, dark brown eyes almost unseated you, but she let go of you and stepped back with a pretty smile on her Cupid’s-bow lips. “Pleasure to meet you. Just wanted to tell Oats that we’re thinking of heading off soon. Ariel has a photoshoot he wants to get to in an hour or so, and Demon’s keen to get going as well.”

Oats nodded, and you tried not to let your stomach drop down to your boots at the thought of all this coming to such an abrupt end.

Coco turned her head sharply to look at you just as the feeling hit, and she smiled faintly. “You could always stay here though, Oats,” she added with a pretty smile. “We’re only going back to Full Moon, and Demon clearly has no intention of lingering there…” She shot a meaningful glance back at their table. Demon, the guy with dark hair and tanned skin, was seated with the guy he’d entered with now draped in his lap, his skinny legs dangling as he sprawled languidly back against the guy’s muscular chest. Demon whispered something into his ear before he clearly bit the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, which made him sit abruptly upright and flush a vibrant pink.

Oats laughed again and shook his head. “Fuck me,” he chuckled privately. “Never thought I’d see the day. You guys go on. I’m… I’m very much content here.”

“I can see that,” Coco smirked, and walked away.

When she was out of earshot, you turned to Oats with a hot flush of your own in your face and said, “Don’t stay if you don’t want to… I’m sure my brother will be leaving soon anyway…”

Just as you said that, and before Oats could reply, Alex reappeared at your side and jutted his chin in Oats’ direction. “You good?” he chirped at you.

“Fine,” you replied. “This is Oats. I met him at Full Moon Motorcycles when I was buying your birthday present.”

“Oh,” Alex replied, holding out his hand for Oats to shake. “Good to meet you, man. You tell her what to get for me? If you did, it was a good choice.”

“No,” Oats said carefully, his grey-green eyes sliding back to your face even while he shook your brother’s hand amicably. “No, whatever she got you, it was all her.”

“Oh, cool,” Alex said. “Listen, sis, we’re gonna hit the road in a while. Nooner and Eggs want to hit the twisties for a bit, but I can’t really do that with a backpack, so Sparky said he’d give you a ride home, if that’s ok.”

You swallowed. “Um…”

“I can give her a lift,” Oats replied after a swift glance in your direction. “She’s already got her own lid, and there’s room on the Bobber’s double seat for both of us.”

“I don’t know, man,” Alex said with a wary frown.

“Your choice,” Oats shrugged easily, looking at you and holding his hands up just a little.

For a fleeting moment, you weren’t sure, but the idea of wrapping your arms around Oats’ thick middle and sitting astride his gorgeous bike kind of decided it for you. Besides, it was a long time since you’d done anything truly just for yourself; simply because you wanted to. You nodded at your brother. “It’s fine. You go ahead.”

“You sure?”

Nodding to reassure him, you smiled again and Alex backed up a pace. “Cool. Text me later, ok?” he said as he retreated towards his friends, clearly trying to hide his excitement at not having a passenger for the great, twisting section of A-road they were heading for.

“Will do. Have fun, and don’t crash!” you called after him. “Or get a speeding ticket!”

He waved a hand over one shoulder without looking back, and you laughed and returned your attention to Oats. “Brothers.”

“Bikers,” he replied. “You try telling that to any of that lot though —” he gestured towards his own group of friends who were now filtering out of the door. “You ready to head out too or do you want to stay?”

You did want to stay, but the seat wasn’t that comfortable anymore, and you wanted to move around a bit. “No, I’m good to go,” you said and prepared to slide off the stool, but Oats stepped down first and held out his hand to you. You didn't need helping down, and his playful little smirk told you he knew as much, so you rode out the last of that demonic possession and let your fingers slide across his palm and he steadied you off the stool.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Pleasure.”

You picked up your helmet from where you’d stowed it on the floor at your feet and straightened to find him waving casually across the room to the good-looking guy with the ethereally pretty boyfriend. Before he stepped away from you and made towards the door though, you cleared your throat and said, “Oats?”

“Mn?” Looking down at you, his entire attention honed in on you, like you were the centre of the universe, and you swallowed back a sudden welling of emotion.

“Listen… Thank you… for… coming over to me today. Like I said, it’s my brother’s birthday, and he was here with his friends, and he only included me so I didn’t feel completely left out, but…” Accursed tears washed over your eyes for a moment but you blinked them away furiously and ploughed on regardless. “I’m really glad I came along today anyway,” you finished rather pathetically.

His full, beautiful lips curled into a gentle smile and he blinked softly and exhaled. When he spoke, his voice was low and his words private, as though you weren’t standing in a busy cafe surrounded by people and the cheerful clatter of coffee cups and laughter. “I’m really glad I did too. I wasn’t going to, you know? I was going to stay at home and edit a boatload of raw photographs for a client, but Demon convinced me to come out. I guess I owe him.”

“‘Demon’? For… For the speed?” you asked, wondering how he came by his nickname.

“For the horns,” Oats replied in deadpan humour. “Have a look if he’s still there when we go outside. You ready?”

You followed him out of the cafe with a nod, and just as you took a deep, indulgent breath of fresh, heathland air, Oats’ group of friends filed out past you on their bikes. The one named Demon was in the lead, and the nickname made immediate sense. Sitting astride a blood-red Panigale, with his boyfriend clinging on behind him like a limpet, the guy had pale, curving horns fixed to the crown of his helmet.

“Yeah, that tracks,” you said, and Oats waggled his dark eyebrows.

The Amazon had a Yamaha R1 like your brother’s, but hers had a pearl-white wrap that made it look almost spectral, and riding out in front of her was Coco on a yellow and black Honda Hornet.

The telltale red plait told you that the guy in the wheelchair was on a modified Kawasaki, with unusual struts at the back that looked like they would come down when he stopped to stabilise him instead of having to take his legs off the foot pegs, where they were currently Velcro-ed in place. Watching the whole group file out was Hank, standing beside a battered old pickup. In the bed of the truck, you could just see that the red-headed biker’s wheelchair secured in place.

Hank waved the last of them off, then glanced over at Oats. The older man lifted his nose just a little, as if he too was enjoying the fresh, moorland wind that whipped across the car park, and he nodded once at Oats, and then at you to your surprise, before clambering stiffly up into his pickup and closing the door. It shut with a raucous yelp of rusty hinges.

You stood there and watched Oats’ friends all file out, all waving at Oats as they passed, before they set off down the road in a roar of revving engines to leave a lonely looking Bonneville waiting patiently near the stone wall of the car park nearby.

“Yours, I presume?” you said, nodding at it.

“Yup.”

“She’s a beauty,” you mumbled, self-consciousness prickling at the sides of your neck for the silly comment.

Oats beamed though, his sea-foam eyes lighting up as the crinkles around his eyes and the slight dimples in his cheeks creased under the force of his obvious pleasure. “Thank you. She’s my pride and joy. You ready? Oh, wait, you should put your address into my phone before we get going,” he laughed.

You nodded, taking the offered phone from him. Your fingers brushed against his warm skin as you took it, and a tiny thrill passed through you that you did your best to quash. With your address plugged in and a route home waiting to be followed, you handed it back to him and looked up into his handsome, rugged face as he smiled.

“Cheers. Let’s go,” he said, and you trailed along beside him over to his bike, heartbeat thudding in your ears with your nerves.

He swung a leg over and turned the key, then pushed the bike upright and nudged the side-stand in with his left foot before flicking the switch and bringing the bike to life. She growled beautifully, the low, thundering rumble of her engine sounding far more visceral and primal than your brother’s sports bike did. Perhaps it was the design of the lower-slung Bonneville, with its visible parts that made you think of a Steampunk aesthetic, but you instantly preferred it. Plus, the double seat looked way more cushioned — and less precarious — than the one you’d perched on to get to the cafe that morning.

Oats got himself comfy while you slid your helmet on, then he looked over his shoulder at you and nodded, so you took that as your cue and got settled on the pillion seat behind him. The footpegs were already down. The pulsing purr of the machine beneath you was almost enough to distract you from the fact that you were entrusting your life to a relative stranger, whom you’d never seen ride before, and as you climbed on and rested your hands politely on his shoulders, you felt a shiver travel through your whole nervous system.

“Do whatever’s comfortable for you, obviously,” Oats said over the noise of his bike, “But if you want to hold my waist — if you can actually get your arms around my middle, that is,” he chuckled self-effacingly, “— feel free. Totally up to you.”

“Thanks,” you yelled back, and, because apparently that pesky demon of confidence was still kicking around, you hugged his torso.

It was wonderful.

Slowly snaking your arms around his middle, you felt your chest press against his back and you caught the way he inhaled slowly and tried not to wonder what it meant. It felt so good to hold him that you had to remind yourself it wasn’t a hug. It was to keep you in place while a gorgeous stranger drove you home on his equally gorgeous bike. With a final thumbs-up to check you were happy, to which you replied with a nod of your head and tried not to clack your helmet against his, he pulled away and your heart leapt for the sheer joy of it.

Where the R1 was built for sleek speed and bursts of power, the Bonneville was build to be enjoyed, and oh gosh, did you enjoy every curve.

And not just the curves in the road, either.

Oats was soft, but he was solid, and the urge to rest one hand on his thick thigh was almost overwhelming, until he took the corners at just the right pace to be exhilarating without you having to worry about your safety, and you clung on instead and laughed behind the safety of your visor.

It was all over way too soon, and as the Bonneville chugged into your road like a steam train and halted outside your poky, terraced house with its quaint little kitchen garden out the front in the postage-stamp of space between the pavement and the house, your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Please don’t let this be it, you thought desperately.

You went through the motions of getting carefully off the bike without staggering or falling, and again, Oats held out his hand to help steady you. You gripped his fingers gratefully and when you gave an extra little squeeze to his hand at the end, you could have sworn he answered with one of his own and a throaty chuckle.

He dismounted too, which surprised you, and you wondered if you were going to have to ask him inside. As much as you wanted that in principle, you desperately didn’t want it to happen today because the house was a mess: laundry was still hanging up all over the place, and you’d cooked a curry the previous night and it was definitely still lingering in the air.

Oats took off his helmet but left his bike idling, which went a little way to reassuring you, and when you looked more closely at his expression, you thought you saw a hint of something familiar lingering in the corners of his eyes. Was he nervous?

Swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing behind the thick, 5 o’clock shadow that looked like it lingered pretty constantly no matter the time of day, Oats took a deep breath, held it, and then smiled at you. “Fuck,” he exhaled, and laughed. “I’m… very rusty at all this.” He held his helmet in both hands before him, toying with the strap.

“If I gave you my number, would you maybe like to meet up again?” you asked, taking pity on the man.

“Very much,” he said softly. “Like I said, Natalie is with her mum for the holidays, and apart from a wedding I’m covering next week, this is a pretty slow time of year for me. I’m free… mostly whenever.”

The reminder that he had a daughter with someone else did make you wonder what you were letting yourself in for. Children weren’t really something you had any expense of, since neither you nor your brother had shown any parental inclinations yet, and you weren’t particularly close to your cousins who had small kids.

“Ok, let me give you my number and we can figure something out.”

That done, he slid his phone back into his pocket and zipped it up, biting gently at his lower lip for a moment. “I know it’s bold,” he said, “But may I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped and soared. Breathless, you looked up at him and whispered, “Yes.”

His tiny, gentle, lopsided smile heralded the kiss’ approach, and he took your jaw delicately in one, leather-gloved hand as he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft but insistent against yours, and you answered with a little moan as your eyes fluttered shut.

He groaned, pulling you closer with a low growl so that you were pressed flush against him for a moment before he stepped back and exhaled roughly. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Thank you. I’ll… I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded, feeling like you were floating inches above the ground.

You watched him re-mount his bike and adjust himself a little once he was settled, then he revved it playfully for you, and rode away after a final look back at you. He flipped his visor down as he pulled away, and you watched the bike and its rider disappear down the road.

‘Soon’ couldn’t come soon enough… 

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Springtrap low poly 2: electric boogaloo (FNAF)

Guess it's Christmas now or something (that's after Halloween, right?) and as a special present...

here's some proper looks at my new springtrap model I just posted and his unmasked look as you couldn't quite see it underneath all that

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If you haven't beat the game don't pay attention to any of this. I just had to get this out of me.

I figured since the others were able to build and create their own pensive guardians then it could be possible for us too

Sometimes the hero needs a guardian too. Especially when the person who they look up to is hurt or killed so my mc Rabia binx in the heat of battle against ranrok summons her very own guardian to fight off the beast.

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I've tried defending poor Leander. Sebastians rival is a idiot but somehow this makes him even cuter

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HI I HAVE AN IDEA

HLC CHARACTERS REACT BUT

Repost edition✨️✨️

So, Everyone following you can participate. Basically YOU give a react to idea, and we followers will repost about our favorite Character reacting to it. You'll write one we'll try to finish it off.!

A/N: 😮 I LOVE THIS IDEA! AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION! This idea has been in my back pocket since I started this blog.

HLC REACT TO MC SAVING THEM FROM DEATH BY SACRIFICING THEIR ANCIENT MAGIC

MC holds the lifeless body of their companion in their arms as they scream to the heavens. They were killed by the death curse during an altercation with dark wizards.

Their pain invokes their ancient magic. They cursed death itself for taking their loved one away and demanded their return. Blue and silver magic swirls intensely around them, bending the very laws of nature to their will. MC hears the whisper of ancient magic turn to a deafening roar as ALL their magic is released.

Their companion takes a breath as MC watches the final whisps of magic fade away, never to hear the whispers again. MC holds them close, exhausted.

MC is a regular witch or wizard now. Ancient Magic has gone from them forever.

How do the characters react?

Reblog ANY character, any reaction!

PLEASE tag content accordingly!

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Sebastian Sallow: I tried (,,>﹏<,,)

The silence is startled by the sound of his soft gasps first, before you slumped further into the ground beside him, as if the weight of everything had finally hit you and now all you felt was tired. You’re vision unblurred only slightly, when Sebastian gripped your shirt, in no other way, but to feel something again and as you gently reached to pull him closer, his eyes welled up with tears. He didn’t know what had happened, not exactly, truthfully it was as if the curse had completely taken away his last few memories or perhaps, he simply blocked it out. But one thing was for certain, he had died. 

And yet, here he was, grasping desperately at you, sobbing now and you could do nothing but hold him against you. You allowed him to cry until his voice was hoarse and when he slowly pulled back, his eyes bloodshot and his lips cracked, his words barely came out as anything but a whisper. He questioned you, practically begged you to explain yourself, wondering if you had done something reckless, just for him and when you forced a smile, filled with a pain you could never described, he shook his head. You didn’t care in that moment, though it hurt, oh god it hurt, just to know your ancient magic was gone, but Sebastian was alive and that meant more to you than whatever made you ‘special.’ 

He grew angry at this point, perhaps feeling guilty or distressed or every emotion someone has when they die and survive, but it was all aimed at you, until it wasn’t. He grew angry with himself for being reckless, for running ahead, allowing his emotions and cockiness to yet again take something, that wasn’t his to take. And so he pulled away, choking back another painful sob, desperate to make things right and yet it was too late, the ancient wisp were gone. You hadn’t realised you had been crying until Sebastian saw your face as the others illuminated the space around you and when the light touched your face, Sebastian shuffled back to you, engulfing you in an embrace. 

His hands snaked around you tightly, as if he thought he was going to lose you and yet you couldn’t move, you were so weak, so tired and so you rested your head against his shoulder. He apologised now, after the initial shock had died down and he continued apologising until his voice no longer came out. You didn’t blame him of course, though your voice was lost within, unable to make him feel better and so you simply wrapped your arms around him. You spent a long time sitting in the same spot, just holding each other as you both cried and it was only after the Professor’s pulled you apart, that Sebastian screamed at them and reached for you again.

 You had sacrificed so much for so many, he couldn’t let you go, didn’t want to be away from you and so he pushed away from Professor Sharp and moved to your side, but he was weak. You both end up passing out, either from the situation draining all of your energy or just because you were both just tired but you managed to gently reach out and caress his face, before you did so. 

The last thing you hear, is Sebastian’s hoarse voice telling you, he loves you.      

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I love your unique approach to this! With no dialogue, it feels like an emotional moment in a movie where all you hear is dramatic music and the audience has to interpret dialogue. You were wonderfully descriptive with how the character's felt and I love it! 👏❤️

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Alright I wanted to do one for Leander maybe feel out why he's hiding behind a false ego.

I always knew Leanders mouth would get himself killed. Just hadn't expected it to be so soon. I mean they were just kids. It felt like a silly joke like Leander was pulling a cruel prank. I couldn't even get to him they kept pushing and pushing actual fear running up my spine as I realize this really isn't a game anymore they really wanted us dead. When the last one fell I immediately collapsed to my knees. I had to crawl the rest of the space between us. I know was a ass at times though he didn't deserve to die for it. But he'd shown me his sweet side and his silly gimmicks.

Meanwhile Leander was confused one second he was absolutely destroying a dark witch in front of the new fifth year trying his hardest part impress them. The next he's in a odd space it's long like a hallway and the air is stiff. It's not until there's someone clearing they're throat behind him that he lets out a sigh of relief that is until he turns around to come face to face with his grandfather.

A man who picked on him in his youth. Constantly trying to 'make him a man'. years of pent up anxiety seemed to stack on Leander all at once. The older man shakes his head in disapproval.

"I knew you'd never make it in the real world Leander. I'm surprised you even made it into griffindor. Should've made you a Hufflepuff. Not smart enough to be a ravenclaw not cunning enough to be Slytherin." He tsks.

"A waste of the prewett name." He finally huffs turning away from him. "What would your father say?"

He froze there his family lost to him.

They always pushed Leander. They wanted greatness from him. He had convinced himself that the banter was harmless that it actually helped him,but it didn't and when he used that same banter on others... It finally hits him that maybe the things he had copied from his youth and used against his fellow students wasn't so helpful after all. Zenobia may never get her gobstones just like Leander would never see his childhood pet a pink puffskien he had named Ms. Minne.

As soon as his grandfather saw it he went into a rage. When Leander cried and pleaded his mother had demanded the pet back but that only caused his father to argue against her punishing poor Leanders sobs.

"I'm glad your dead." He finally spoke. "And I'm glad I'm dead too so I'll never be like you."

The old man pauses looking over his shoulder. A surprised look on his face Leander had never spoken back before never deared too.

"Your worse than the Slytherins. At least they admit to being horrible." He lets out and it's like a weight is lifted off his shoulders wait no his entire body. Suddenly feeling warm almost too warm until his chest hurts with air being forced through his lungs he could practically feel him blood flooding into his organs.

His entire being felt a bit stiff until a sob echoes from above him and he forces his eyes open the fifth year grasping tightly to him. Tears wetting his robes. "Did I win?" He manages to ask his throat dry. The fifth year pulls back in disbelief facepalming themselves.

That's when he seems to notice a faint blue glow on his chest he pulls his ripped shirt up to find a lightly glowing zig zag scar on his chest.

"I don't have the ancient magic anymore Leander." They sniffle.

He wraps his arms around them tightly he didn't know if he could ever repay them if anything would ever be enough,But he's secretly sworn himself to them. Perhaps he can use this second chance to be a better person.

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Animangus skinwalker idc I just wanna hang with the homies

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I want my own hodhag! They're too awesome to not exist