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Title: Ask Me What I’m Wearing
Square Filled: Clothes Sharing
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: Sam’s off working on the case and you decide to give him a surprise call.
Words and Pages: 1027, 2 pages.
“Ask me what I’m wearing.”
Sam could recognize your voice. It was breathy and light, you sounded sultry. A slight rasp came out when you said anything with an ‘r’. He could hear your breathing on the other end while he collected himself from his thoughts. Your breaths were shallow which made a bigger lump form in his throat as he came up with the possibilities of what you could be doing. Finally, you spoke again “Well?” your voice was taunting and he was sure you could hear him gulp on the other end.
“What are you wearing?” he timidly asked. His breath had become shallow now almost a pant as he felt his face became red.
“Good question,” he heard your smile “I’m wearing that big, blue flannel shirt you love… it smells just like you,” he remembered that shirt. It was now his new favorite shirt.
“What are you doing?” he blurted. He heard you giggle and a small smile morphed his way onto his face.
“I’m being bad…” he heard you whisper “I found your shirt and it smelled like you. Like your cologne, and coffee, and old books… it made me horny.”
His voice became rough and deep “Keep going.”
“I lay down on the bed and took all of it in. Then I slowly slid my hand down and into my panties – that pair you love, the red ones – and then I thought I called you.”
Sam let out a huff as he felt his pants restrict him and quickly he glanced at the door to see it locked tightly. He stood half-up and undid his belt tightly holding the phone in his other hand. Yanking down his pants he felt his belt scrape his lower thigh but then it hit the floor with a clank. His hand traveled to his SAXX boxers and he slowly pawed himself while laying down and getting situated. He heard you let out a moan on the other end and closed his eyes as they rolled back into his head. Fuck, even your moans made him feeling like he would come “Tell me, tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
On your end, you had your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you breathed in his scent and let your fingers lazily rub yourself. Your red panties had a pool of juices that slipped through your fingers coating them. Your cheeks burned as your breathing was shallow and uneven. Slowly you calmed yourself “I’m touching myself, like how you do it…”
“And how do I do it?” he asked urgently.
You slipped a finger inside wishing yours were as thick and long as your large husband. You pumped it in and out focusing on your rhythm as your brain raked through all of yours and Sam’s times. You smiled “You start slow teasing me and touching me as lightly, and little, as possible. Then you slip your fingers inside of me and you go in and out until I’m begging for more.”
Sam slid his underwear down and his large cock sprung up hitting him on his stomach. His hand tightly grasped it and at first, he went slowly. Trying his best to mimic how your hands would feel. Your soft hands that would try to fit around his girth manhood and he swore if he concentrated right he could actually feel you. He imagined you own your news as he watched you slowly stroke him your cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted. He remembered your eyes looking up at him with the innocence he loved and was destroying all at the same time. He scraped all of the thoughts when he heard you let out another moan, his hand sped up and he chased his own closure. He gritted his teeth and forced out “Fuck yourself harder, do it like me, baby,” before hurry clicking speakerphone and dropping the phone to use his other hand.
You followed his instructions and let another finger enter you while your other hand dropped the phone before it flew down to rub at your clit. You tried to reach all the places Sam could and imagined his domineering stare on your as his fingers roughly fucked you. His fingers would get to every little crevasse and every spot that made you have to hold back your screams.
His grunting on the other end made you moan louder as your hips came up to fuck your own fingers. Your voice became high pitched as your throat tired out from moaning “Fuck! Oh god, Sam!” and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head while your head fell back onto your pillow
Sam’s hand sped up as he heard your series of a moan as he imagined your body compulsion and your toes curling backward. He choked up as he hips jerked forward and he felt his cum spill out and onto his hand that tightly gripped himself. His face turned red and his breath came out in a staggered gasp.
As you both came down Sam grabbed the phone and clicked speakerphone off before lifting it to his ear.
“Baby?” his voice came through, shyly on your end. You grabbed the phone and lifted it up with a small smile on your face.
“I missed you…” you said quietly.
He chuckled on the other end “I’ll be home soon.”
“How soon?”
“Well, if you hadn’t interrupted me we would’ve left by now… Deans has been banging on the door for the past thirty minutes.”
You laughed as your cheeks flushed “Let him know I said hi,” you teased.
“Oh, baby, I’m sure he knows.”
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I got my @spnkinkbingo card! Super excited to get started - little hesitant with the cock and ball torture since it’s not my usual schtick but who knows? Maybe I’ll like it...
I have tried multiple times to interact with fans or other people on Tumblr.
However, all times I have been either ignored. I don’t consider my blog large but I’d like to think I have more than two followers who care about the work I put out and who care about me. But apparently, I don’t. The only people who I see constant likes and comments from (excluding the few friends I have) @sebastianshoe and @queenie-38
I’m at the point where it seems useless. I’m not in the place where I can just sit down and feel fine with being expected to release work after work and try to put out content that you all would like. I need to feel like I have a purpose - I need to feel like me staying up until four a.m. to put together this long work despite the fact I have 123 other things to do that need to be released because I dedicated “You should do a writing marathon because you hit nine hundred despite the fact you might get one person saying ‘good’.”
Call me ungrateful if you want. I’m tired of being ignored. This year has just been that: ignoring me. I’ve been working my ass off to get into my dream college, my boyfriend of four years decided another girl would be better and broke up with me over text, my entire family has decided to accommodate my brother friend but ignore any feelings I have, and my friends left a long time ago. All I had was this blog and now that’s gone. Or at least it will be.
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1. S.E Hinton once said that anything not stated in the book isn’t canon, therefore it logically isn’t.
2. He suffered an injury in the book which would make it where he potentially couldn’t pass a health exam for the draft.
3. His draft number is 283, the draft pulled from 360 numbers which would make his chanced medium to low.
4. The draft number 283 was pulled, however, when it was none of them were in October (which is his birth month) so in real life, he wouldn’t have been drafted.
Their Reaction When You Confess // AHS: Murder House
Violet Harmon:
She'd smile and tease you saying "I know..." then she'd take your hands into hers and swing them awkwardly. She's like that with love so she doesn't really know what to say. If you took charge it would go less quiet but she's comfortable with the silence as she knows you (should) like it either way.
If she didn't return your feelings she would be speechless. Especially if she liked you as a friend - she doesn't have any so she would try to hold on to your friendship. After a few minutes, she'd go to speak but words wouldn't come out just a small "Erm..." which would get her feelings across in a hurtful way.
Constance Langdon:
She would smile brightly before saying some type of Southern phrase about love. She'd celebrate the moment by cracking open a bottle and offering to make you dinner or a night out, either way, she wants to spend it with you. If you'd prefer something more - personal - she would be open to taking you into the bedroom.
If she didn't reciprocate your feelings she might be rude (depending on her feelings) or just walk away completely. The likelihood of her rejection being hurtful is high. It could be worse if you're a girl as she isn't fond of the gays - even if she reciprocated the feelings she may deny you in the Lord's name.
Nora Montgomery:
Nora would be overjoyed she always wanted a family and love so when you return her feeling she would bashful. However, she does still expect you to court her. In celebration, she'd want to feast and speak about the future - which she believes is bright.
If she didn't reciprocate she would try to let you down easy and be heartbroken if you cried. She would attempt to comfort you but would stand her ground on the rejection. Much like Constance, she would be more likely to reject you if you were feeling. Due to the time she was born and the morals she withholds it would be against her. Especially if she was alive, she cares too much about her status for that.
Billie Dean Howard:
Billie would tease you by saying she knew you were going to confess, despite her powers not being to do that. After so she would tell you that she reciprocates your feelings. She isn't an extremely affectionate person so she wouldn't engulf you in a hug or kiss you.
If she didn't reciprocate your feelings she'd be blunt as usual, she wouldn't try to be easy on you as that isn't how she is. She might come off harsh but it shouldn't be a surprise as she is an extremely business person. Also with that is she felt you wouldn't help her out with her career or hold her back she might deny you. Even if she likes you back she's too ambitious and cut-throat to do something 'foolish' like that.
Hayden McClaine:
Hayden falls in love fast and hard so when you return her feelings she'd be ecstatic. She's one of the most affectionate so she'd engulf you and kiss you hard. Maybe swing you around a few times during the hug. Overall she'd just be a ray of sunshine and propose you two celebrate in some sort of way.
If she didn't return your feelings she could be sympathetic and try to comfort. She would understand being rejected by someone you loved so much. That would cause her to try her best at making you feel better. If Hayden didn't like you at all I could see her being taunting or just leaving.
» Despite the creators not saying if any of this is canon many people (including myself) believe Chloe suffers for depression and BPD
» I could see her getting a therapy dog to help cope with her depression and anti-social behavior
» She would just always want to lay with the dog and cuddle
» It would be her baby and she'd watch over it like a hawk (especially after the storm)
» I don't think the dog would ever know when it's working, because Chloe would constantly baby it
» After having the dog it is no longer a service dog it is just a dog because Chloe can't resist
» The other dog I could see her getting is a rehabilitation dog or a dog with an aggressive past
» I'd say this would happen by her going to the shelter and seeing a dog in the way back
» It would be extremely large and look scared which she would sympathize with immediately
» When they inform her that he has an aggressive past and can only be adopted into certain homes she'd instantly offer to take the "exam"
» She'd most likely past
» She would know how it feels for people to constantly be skittish around you or just competently impatient so she would treat the dog with a clean state
» I feel like Chloe can tell how a dog feels despite having little experience with them - just because she loves them so much
» Okay, with those out of the way let's get into how spoiled these dogs are
» Chloe isn't the best cook but she would bake up some treats for the dogs
» Taking them on walks and to the park would be her favorite thing
» She could play with them forever (and it keeps her out of trouble/entertained)
» Her dog would have a bed because her bed would be theirs
» Late night cuddles are a thing
» She won't admit it though
» Basically she treats it better than any human...
This was my first time writing anything for LiS, I tend to obsess over things and Chloe Price has exposed the gay inside me. I don’t know why but this idea randomly came to me and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it - if you’d like to see more just tell me :) constructive criticism is encouraged!
Title: Outpost Number Three
Request: Being Mr. Gallant’s Best Friend Pre-Apocalypse, Then when all the survivors from the other outposts are brought together he finds out you’re alive only to have Michael Langdon attempt to Seduce you.
Requested by: @wholockedcumberwumber
Words & Pages: 5,307 - 8 pages
Warning(s): Discussion of Doomsday, Spoilers, Homophobia, Intimidation, Seduction, Eluding to Sexual Activites, and Gore (only for like 2 paragraphs)
I was never one to watch the news so you can imagine my surprise when four men dressed in black suits busted into my house saying that I had "perfect genetics" and was "chosen" to be put into one of the Outposts that would shelter me from nuclear waste and the freaks outside. I had no idea what they were talking about, they mentioned nuclear bombs but even then I couldn't wrap my head around. I struggled as they tried to pull me out of my house and into their van and as I fought against them I grabbed my phone and looked down to see three voicemails and five texts from my best-friend Gallant.
"Get out of Los Angelo!"
"Bombs are being dropped"
"I'm getting on a plane drive to..."
"Hurry, I don't give a shit if I have to sit on the floor I'll give you my seat"
"Fuck whatever Coco says you're getting on this plane so you better fucking respond"
My body felt like a feather as the men carried me outside, it all seemed to sink in. The urgent text from my best-friend has sent me into shock. I couldn't bring myself to listen to the voicemails. I knew if I heard his voice become fast with nervousness or crack as he thinks about my potential death I would completely break down.
When the van stopped the rushed me into a building and sent me into a room that had nobody else in it. On the wall was printed Outpost #1: Genetics Department, I stared around confused before shaking and loud crashing noises made me fall to my knees. The lights that lit the room turned red as the noises bounced off of the walls from outside. I scooted into the corner and shriveled into my shell. I thought about my family, my friends, and Gallant... were they safe? Gallant said something about a plane and one of his richer clients named Coco (which he always said annoyed him). The doors crashed open as men came in "Hurry, we're going to the Outpost," he told me before shutting the door. Slowly I stood up my breathing heavy as I hugged my arms to my waist.
The Outpost they had me was falling apart at the seams. The food was low and almost every person at the Outpost had paid for their spot which left me recoiling into a background. The only other person I talked to was a small little girl named Eva, she had been the daughter of a famous TV cooking show host. She was nine with fluffy pigtails and a big personality, it was fun to talk to her and listen to her spout out ideas. It reminded me of Gallant and how we were. How we could talk for hours about what we wanted to do, change, and see.
She always made me think of one specific moment. We were sixteen, laying on his bed as we both let the earthy smell of weed filled the air as we breathed it in and out of our lungs. His head was rest on his arm and I was rested on his chest as we passed the blunt back and forth between us. He huffed "My grandmother did it again... she threw one of those parties."
I frowned and looked up at him "She sucks... let's not talk about it. Hey, Gallant, what do you wanna do when you grow up?" I asked him with my brows furrowed.
He looked up for a second "I don't know... with my grades no amount of money will get me something professional from a college. Besides, I don't want something too hard. I just, I honestly don't know."
I pursed my lips for a second before a light bulb went off in my head "You should do hair! I loved when you did mine for the spring fling and I got so many compliments!" I almost screamed. It was a gorgeous job, my hair was full of volume and tied up in a bun that still showed off tight curls while also making my head shape look flattering.
He laughed before looking over to me "Yeah... maybe."
A loud crash and alarms going off knocked me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see that in the hall a group of people was charging into our Outpost. I stood up scared as they attacked the first people they saw. I was paralyzed from shock; I was so out of it I hadn't noticed one running towards me. I feel down while he mounted me with a long bowie knife in hand. I knew I couldn't push him off of me, I had accepted my faith and thanked the gods that I had lived so long. As my vision filled with blackness, I was waiting as time slowed down and my heartbeat got faster. His body slumped over mine after the loud bang filled my ears, opening my eyes I saw the man who ran this place holding a shotgun. He held out his hand, "Hurry we'll get as many people as we can out. Others will hopefully meet you at Outpost Three."
As fast as everything moved I still could recount every detail. As he pulled me through the hallways and fended off the people who tried to attack me we passed countless attacked - or dead - people. At some point it was like they morphed, I could no longer tell who somebody I knew was and somebody I didn't. I was thrown into the ride we were taking and as I shelved up to the corner I heard a loud, high pitched shriek. I peeked out to see that Evan had been thrown onto the ground as a much larger man attacked her. My eyes watered - either from being open for too long or from crying - and our ride took off as I was yanked back in and the door was shut. Me and my transporter being the only person who was alive.
When we arrived I was greeted with the sight of a man being shot in the head, after that was the decantation center and finally meeting my new superiors. I was met by two different looking women, one was tall with dark slicked back hair. The other was shorter and had jet black hair with dark lips to match.
The tall one introduced herself "I am Wilhelmina Venable, welcome to Outpost 3," she took steps forward as her cane thumped against the floor. She was intimidating with how she held herself, the shorter one looked less intimidating but still scary. I swallowed as she came in front of me - I was never one for speaking up or being brave - she gave me a small smile. It wasn't comforting more or less it made me more worried, she looked me in the eyes "The house rules are simple. You will refer to me only as Ms. Venable. You may never leave the building. If you wander out onto the grounds, you will not be allowed back in due to the danger of radiation contamination. You will take your chances with the canker pus monsters beyond the gates."
I nodded before forcing out "Yes, Ms. Venable," out of my mouth. She nodded and the shorter one walked over to my wardrobe.
"You are a purple. Therefore you will wear purple, dress up for dinner and don't be tardy -"
"There is no excuse when there is nothing to do," Ms. Venable interrupted, she began walking out before turning back "Feel free to take a shower, there is hot water. Be out soon so you can meet the other guest." she finished before the shorter one caught up to her and they left. I was quick to rush into the bathroom since she mentioned there was hot water, Outpost 2 had lost all hot water after only two days and the cooperative never once stepped in to help out. I waited patiently as the water warmed up and picked out a long sleep purple dress that had flowers around the waist and the bottom. When I got back the water had warmed and steam was collecting in the room, I jumped in and enjoyed the feeling of safety and warmth.
The sound a muffled voice interrupted me. I peeked my head out and grabbed the towel, I wrapped myself in it and stepped out and shock radiated my body. The bleach blond hair I loved, and the onyx eyes I had been fascinated with. The smile on my face couldn't get any bigger as I realized I had been placed with my best friend. "Gallant..." I whispered as his head turned to see me and the confused but happy expression met his face.
"I thought you were dead," he said as he ran over and wrapped his arms around me. I went stiff before resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying the embrace only to ruin it.
"Gallant, I'm in a towel."
"It's okay I won't get hard, I'm gay, remember?"
The next hours were great, despite having to listen to Coco shrill voice or meet Gallant's grandmother again, I was happy to meet most people. I had caught up with Mallory on her off time, met a host I loved a lot and concealed her grandson while he mourned the death of his boyfriend.
"It's crazy they did that..." I told Gallant after he told me the story about the now dead boyfriend. I was shaking my head at it, I didn't believe for a second that Gallant would purposely get in trouble like that. He groaned for a second before standing up.
"They always play this fucking song!" he whined, "Like, seriously Y/n, they haven't turned this off in the two weeks we’ve been here. I’m tired of this fucking song!”
I chuckled at his outburst, he always had a short temper. I patted the seat next to me for him to lay and he got the message. He sat down before laying his head on my lap, like old times, I petted his hair as he relaxed slightly. He glanced up to me with a smile “Remember that time you gave me a blowjob?” he asked innocently.
The room filled with my laughter as I burst tears almost coming to my eyes at the memory.
It was our junior year – once again we were high in his bed. He had just told me that he was gay maybe thirty minutes before, I gave him a tap before cocking my head to the side. “Are you really gay?” it was a stupid question, possibly offensive, but with our minds changed by the weed that filled our lungs neither of us cared.
He looked over to me his eyes red and dilated he sighed “I’ve never got with a girl so… I don’t know I just haven’t felt attracted to any,” he seemed in deep thought “Do you think we could like test that? If people were gay?” he asked boggled. I looked up in thought before letting myself fall onto the bed with a sigh.
“That’d get backlash,” I looked over to him “I could give you a bj?”
“Sure.”
He laughed too, ignoring the displeased looks from our peers. His eyes watered when he looked up at me “It wasn’t a bad blowjob,” he complimented “I’m sure it would’ve worked on someone straight, like that one guy… whatshisname? Dustin McKolt?”
I shook my head at his reminding me of that guy “Drew, Drew McKenny. Man, he was a douchebag… he was gay, you know? Said he wasn’t but I caught him making out with the quarterback on a day and then I caught him getting a handy from that guy he also bullied, seemed to really like it.”
Gallant slapped my thigh “And you never told me? Bitch!” he laughed.
I shrugged “I didn’t think you’d be interested, you always said he looked like a toad,” I reminded him “Then there was that time he dumped you into a trashcan… figured that sealed the deal,” I giggled at the memory. It wasn’t funny at the time but it was now, at least to me it was. His newly blond hair was dyed from the dark soda and a banana stayed on top of his head when he finally freed himself from the bind of the devilish trashcan.
He shook his head with a chuckle “Don’t bring that up,” he said in a serious tone but his face read otherwise. I finally took time around me to analyze where I was – not just with my best friend. I was in a large room lit and warmed by a fireplace, surrounded by all kinds of people.
A bell dinged and Ms. Venable appeared to be holding it “Dinner is ready,” she told us and walked away. Gallant looked up at me before sighing and getting up, he stretched out his hand.
“Welcome to the rest of… whenever.”
From what I was told dinner would be small, a block of something (Gallant said it looked
like (gelatin) that had all of our nutrients in it. It would give us everything we needed despite fighting off the hunger that came with it, I was told by Mallory to eat it slowly so I’m not as hungry afterward. However, today was lucky. On my first day they brought in some kind of stew, with meat in it, they didn’t go into depth about how they got it but we all (except for Andre) happily accepted it. We all dug into it, but as I chewed I felt something odd… almost like a bone.
Pulling it out of my mouth there was a small, but apparent, white bone. I looked over at Gallant who chewed cautiously. “What is this?” he whispered to me, I shook my head. Andre pushed his chair out as a long bone fell out of his mouth. Suddenly something clicked in, I think, all of us. This wasn’t white chicken, it wasn’t beef or pork it wasn’t any animal. This was human meat. The exact human that somehow got infected despite the fact he never left his boyfriends' side.
“This stew is Stu!” he shouted as he flung his bowl across the table. Everybody suddenly shot up from their chairs and began coughing or vomiting, everybody except Evie who sat still and rolled her eyes as she continued to eat.
Ms. Venable slammed her cane onto the ground “Honestly, could you all be more deranged? This is not Stu… it is simply chicken. Why would I feed all of us – including myself, might I add – contaminated meat? We dealt with Stu because he somehow got infected, it was for the better of everyone in mind, we thought doing this would be nice. Now, sit back down and eat your food.”
Stakes were high after that. Arguments filled up the library as we all struggled to figure out if what we a was chicken or the flesh of Stu. Andre was the angriest, which was acceptable due to circumstance. Evie kept arguing that it was chicken, Coco managed to stick her nose out of the business, and Gallant convinced himself it wasn’t Stu because it made no sense that Ms. Venable would feed herself contaminated food. I was stuck in the middle; it felt like the most logical answer was no - it wasn’t Stu in our stew. On the other side, Andre was right… there wasn’t a body to be found and they wouldn’t disclose how they found a chicken.
Andre paced around the room “You’re all cannibals…” he said breathlessly “You all ate him!”
“Oh please,” Evie rolled her eyes “It wasn’t your dead boyfriend, it was delicious white chicken,”
I shook my head and looked down, even if she happened to be right there was no need for bluntness like that. Gallant stood up and walked over to Andre “We didn’t eat your boyfriend,” he argued, “Now calm down.”
Andre glared at him “Calm down?” he raised his hand “Don’t –“
“Stop! Listen…”
The room went silent, completely silent. Gallant looked over at “I don’t hear anything?”
I looked over at him “Exactly,” I stood up and walked over to the vent “The music stopped.”
Gallant shrilled with joy when a new song came on to play. The Morning After by Maureen McGovern filled the room.
There's got to be a morning after.
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let's keep on looking for the light.
Everybody yelled and jumped in happiness as Gallant shouted “The corporative! They’re coming to save us!” It felt magical, to finally have hope after the end. For once in the time I had been in the shelter we were all one – together in perfect harmony, in sync.
Even Mallory and the other greys joined in with us. Evie eventually stood up with a baffled expression and that entire night we all celebrated… except we were wrong.
No one ever came. They never even sent a signal, in fact, 18 months later had passed and still nothing. The Morning After continued to play in the room – and bitterness took over fast. Our united trope of people had quickly fallen down and we returned back to our old stances.
We all sat at the same table, quietly waiting for our blocks to be placed in front of us. They were smaller now, which got complaints from Coco and others, I didn’t say much. I returned back to how I was before the end – quiet, submissive, and reserved. Mead and Ms. Venable sat with us, and we all turned our heads to her when she softly tapped her cane against the solid concrete ground.
“I have an announcement,” she began “This will be our last breakfast; we will be cutting down to one meal a day-“ she was interrupted by Coco.
“You can’t be serious!” she argued her crazy poufy hair wavy as she did.
Evie argued back “An effective dieting choice –“
“Yeah, so is starving!” it was odd agreeing with Coco for once.
Gallant chimed in “You can’t expect us to survive off of one cube a day,”
Ms. Venable shook her head “It’s not opt-able but also not impossible,”
Gallant stood up fuming, I grabbed his hand in an attempt to calm him down. He just shrugged it off before looking at Mead and Ms. Venable “This is bullshit! We’re just waiting to get shot, or starve… what’s the point? Waiting around for our death! I say we take our chances outside –“
“No one will be living –“
Mead tried to interrupt but Gallant threw his plate making me jump. I looked up to him with wide eyes and whispered his name to get his attention but he didn’t hear. He stormed off into the lobby “What are you gonna do if we do? Huh?! You going to shoot all of us, you can’t! So, what are you gonna do? Come on, tell us! What are you -” a loud alarm interrupted him and red saturated lights filled the room as he ran, and one of Ms. Venable works came in with a hard expression.
“There was an alert… something has crossed the permeameter.”
The last few days were… abnormal, to say the least. Everything in the shelter shifted along with Ms. Venable and Mead. They became more reserved and kinder, then there were the snakes. We couldn’t figure out how they got in but somehow a bunch of snakes suddenly appeared in Emily’s room. They had no contamination and, according to Mead, were perfectly fine and cut. Somehow despite Mallory and the other greys promising that they had beheaded and cut up all of the snakes – they came back to life. They all suddenly started to hiss and slither out of our hot soup and onto the table. Then the day finally came – we were allowed back into the library - to meet whoever was there.
The atmosphere of the library had changed. It wasn’t always a calming area but now it certainly wasn’t. Everybody was on their toes on who was going to emerge from Ms. Venable office and we had been told no hints. I was holding Gallant's hand as we both breathed quickly. “Who do you think it is?” he asked me quietly, “I think it’s someone from the cooperative,” I nodded “Yeah… if it was someone dangerous we would know. With how Venable is acting along with Mead it has to be someone that can stop them.”
The door slid open and a tall man with long hair came out. He quietly walked over to Ms. Venable with confidence pouring out of him. He stood by Ms. Venable who offered a weak smiled, he stared her down in exchange. Finally, she lowered her eyes submissively and moved for him to take her place. He looked up at all of us with a neutral expression. “My name is Langdon, and I represent the cooperative,” he started “I won’t sugarcoat the situation – humanity is on the brink of failure,” he said bluntly. Gallant squeezed my hand.
He took a step forward “My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth. The three other compounds In Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed – as I’m sure some of you know,” he looked over to me allowing me to see him better. He was handsome – not my typical type but still. His long strawberry blonde hair fit his shape, his lips were plump, and the best feature was his gorgeous blue distinctive eyes. It was like you could see them a mile away.
He gave a small smile before turning serious “We've had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated.” “What happened to them?” “Massacre,” he whispered a small smirk playing on his lips - “The same fate that will befall almost all of you.” “Almost all?” Coco pressed. Langdon smiled “In the knowledge, this moment might accrue we built a failsafe – The Sanctuary,” he told all of us “The Sanctuary is unique. It has certain measures to prevent overrun.”
Mead raised quietly “Excuse me, sir? Why weren’t we given these –“
“That’s classified,” he interrupted with an annoyed expression but calm – that same smirk on his face.
“The point is; The Sanctuary will survive so the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.”
Andre piped up this time “And who are the people populating it?”
“Also classified," Langdon took a stride to come close to all of us. “I have been sent to decide who here, if any, are worthy enough to join us,” he explained “The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call ‘Cooperating.’ I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.”
Gallant squeezed my hand and looked over to me before he stood up “I volunteer to go first!”
"And so you shall,” Michael smiled “The process should only take me a couple of days so you won't be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don't make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen - and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these. One minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”
Arguing began to enter the room as soon as Langdon left, Coco, of course, starting it with her complaining. Gallant focused on me “I’ll tell him you’ll go after me,” he offered. I looked at him with a ‘why would I want you to do that?’ face. He rolled his eyes “If you meet him faster than the others he’ll think about you more – you’ll stand out! Either go first or go last,” “I’d rather go last –“ “You will go second.” I huffed knowing he wouldn’t give it up “I don’t want this…” I sighed “Brat.”
When Gallant left and went into the office my nerves peeked higher than ever. What if he didn’t get in – or I didn’t get in – or neither of us got in? We’d be left here to either kill ourselves or wait to be killed. I had never thought of death like this before, the crushing feeling of realizing my underpinning doom slowly coming closer and closer crushed me – and it seemed to be happening to everyone else around me. Coco had once shut up – Evie too, Andre hadn’t uttered a word about his dead boyfriend and the talk show host (I never caught her name…) had yet to say something encouraging off of one of her mugs. A short fifteen minutes had passed when the door slid open and Gallant came out.
He tapped me on the shoulder “He requested you,” I stood up but he halt me “I didn’t recommend you… he requested to meet you next.”
My brows furrowed when I realized what he meant. This man – who I’d never met – had taken an interest in me. The man who controlled my fate was requesting me, and I can’t figure out if it’s bad or good. Slowly I entered the room to see Langdon sitting behind Ms. Venable desk; I sat in front of him. Timidly I played with the lace of my purple dress as I started down at my feet, waiting patiently for Langdon to say something.
“I suppose I’ll go first,” he broke the silence. I stared up at him embarrassment caused my cheeks to flush. He chuckled “If you hedge, I will know. If you lie, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know – and you’ll die here slowly and painfully. Now, let’s get started,” he got up and walked to me.
My eyes followed him around the room. “What is your sexual orientation?” Langdon asked staring at me richly.
I swallowed “I’m straight,” I told him. It was the truth; I had experimented but never liked it much.
Langdon nodded with a small smile. “What is your sexual experience?” I was confused by that question.
Did he mean how many people I’d slept with? I looked up at him “What do you mean?” he smiled and leaned down to sit next to me.
“Tell me how you like it in bed… I think I have an idea but I’d like to know if I’m right,” his face was calm and emotionless, but his voice was taunting.
I looked down at my hands “I don’t like a lot of stuff… just vanilla. Nothing too special - I’ve never been really sexual –“
“Why are you lying?” my head snapped up to him and he stood up intimidatingly, “I told you: if you lie, I will know. So, why are you lying?”
I shook my head and went to protest but he raised his hand “I can read people well. I’d say your number is rather high… not counting the random things you decided to do to men you came across. Saying you like it vanilla – you’re selling yourself short. I bet you like it hard…” he disappeared behind me and I felt his cold hands on my shoulder as he jerked me backward “Rough.”
It wasn’t something I liked to admit. I grew up a good girl – straight A’s, never partied a lot, stayed at him and read books all night. Then college came – sex had been banned by my mother until marriage. Though I went to a frat party with my sorority sisters and for some reason I found myself on my knees sucking off some frat boy. I just liked how it felt – him against my tongue, the feeling of it hitting the back of my throat. After that, under Gallants’ supervision, I slept with a high amount of guys. Each time I developed a rougher and harder taste for what I needed to get off. I let out a breathy moan when he jerked be up at of my seat “Tell me the truth. Tell me what get’s you off – what you like.”
Turned back to face him and he stared me in my eyes, almost begging me to tell him with his expression. After I regain my voice I spoke up “I like being manhandled… dirty talk gets me off fast… calling me names fucks me up bad – and then of course just roughness in general.”
Langdon smiled, he seemed happy and I felt as his fingers trailed up my throat. His thumb brushed against my lips “Open,” he ordered. I did as he said with no objection, he slid his thumb into my mouth and smiled wider “I like you,” his eyes squeezed slightly “I like you a lot…” I smiled before hallowing my cheeks and giving his tongue an intense suck. He chuckled “Good girl… what do you want me to do to you?”
I let his thumb out of my mouth with a pop before smiling “So much… you have no idea,”
“Then tell me.”
“We can’t,” I warned, “It’s against the rules…”
Langdon leaned in and let his lips brush my ear “So break them.”
I let myself fall – or did I? I couldn’t tell if it was me at this point or just my body needing the feeling of a sensitive touch. Whatever caused it I was on Langdon, and soon he was hitching up my dress skirt as I kissed and sucked on his neck with need. Right as he got it up to where he wanted and let out a purr his fingers pressed against my underwear. He teased me slowly letting them slide in and –
POUND!
The door shook from the force. I jumped and tried to step back but Langdon held me tight in his grip letting out a growl “Yes?” he gritted. The door open slightly to show a grey, I could tell he was trying not to interrupt and being intrusive.
“Ms. Venable wanted me to tell you two that dinner was done… they cooked the meat you brought Mr. Langdon,” he told us.
“Thank you.” The door shut accordingly and I gripped Langdon tighter, I looked up at him with lost eyes. Did we lose track of time? "How long have we been here?" I asked lost.
He chuckled “A few hours… you were mute for a while. I was studying you and figured you needed to ease but… we can continue this later. You are dismissed.”
He let go of me and I was breathless as I gathered myself. He gave me one more glance “Gather yourself before you leave, you look like I did mean things to you,” he teased before leaving the room. I was left alone in dim lighting as I tried to fix my dress and hair. Slowly I got myself together and left the room – my mind still fuzzy and stuck on Langdon – when I got out dinner was being given out and I took my place next to Gallant. He looked at me eagerly.
“Well, what happened in there? You were gone for hours!” he asked baffled.
I looked at him still confused and just sighed “I don’t know.”
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- You probably met him at school or in town
- You would notice him like everyone does because he was the most beautiful person in the room
- It would be love at first for both of you
- Despite his charms, Edward isn't very forward when he likes someone, especially if your human.
- He'll watch you from afar so he knows how you act
- Despite it being creepy he'll watch you sleep
- Most people who sleep talk usually talk about their day, life, or subconscious thoughts
- Sometimes he just watches you go through your day to see your mannerisms and personality
- It lets him know how to act when he starts to talk to you
- Finally, he talks to you or you catch him
- He doesn't like to talk about himself with you, he likes to talk about you and learn about you
- "What is your family like?"
- "What do you like to read/listen to?"
- When he ask you out he'll be a perfect gentleman
- He'll pick you up with flowers in hand and will want to meet your parents (who he'll try to dazzle but sometimes it doesn't work out aka wtf Charlie?)
- After that he'll take you out on the date and will make sure to open doors and pull out your chair
- Small talk isn't his thing, he prefers deep conversations
- At the end of the night he'll take you home
- He'll probably give you his jacket
- He'll give you a kiss on your forehead, or if he's comfortable or you really want it, a kiss on the lips
- Then he'll wish you goodnight and leave
- When you two become more comfortable and more couple like he'll be more affectionate
- Soft but long kisses, hugs, cuddling at night
- You and him either sit along with each other at lunch or at the Cullens table
- At lunch he'll talk to you about what people are thinking about (if you ask) or about something you both enjoy
- If you sit with him and the rest of the Cullens prepare for Alice to talk your head off
- She'll talk to you about everything in the world and possibly, your future with Edward
- Which annoys and joys him
- "Alice please, as much as I love you just please be quiet,"
- "Alice, don't get her too excited she'll want to make it happen faster than it should."
- She doesn’t care because of shes awesome
- (my favorite vampire)
Title: Car Radio (credit; Twenty One Pilots, Car Radio)
Description: Billy has always run from everything in his life, using his car as the tool but after he breaks the heart of the only person who has accepted and loved him he can’t help but be drowned in his thoughts without the sound of his car radio.
Warning: Heartbreak, Abuse, Destructive Behavior, Suicidal Thoughts, Hint to Suicide, Character Death
Words + Pages: 1,380 + 4.0
Type: Imagine/Drabble, Lyrical, Angst
Billy pulled his car away from Y/N house, scoffing to myself at her heartbroken expression. He had told her since three months ago he was leaving for California once he graduated, with or without her. He was baffled by how much she was sobbing and clinging to him finally he just threw a "Desperate, bitch, never cared much for you anyway," to her and left. As he drove away leaving the image of his crying ex-girlfriend behind he attempted to turn on his radio only to be met with silence. He rolled his eyes in annoyance remembering that Tommy had split beer on his dashboard and caused it to be shot.
He never thought about the people of Hawkins, he didn't think much about anybody. As far as he knew everybody here was just going to get stuck, as his piece of a shit father, he knew that he'd just be the same beer drinking angry old man. He knew that him, Susan, and Mac would all be fine off without him, probably better according to his dad. So, unlike Y/N, he had no problem packing up and leaving as soon as he got that piece of paper. He didn't have anybody here to worry about, except her, but now that was done.
Billy was shocked that he left his father's place with his face stinging. Cuts and bruises littering his body as he loaded the little stuff he had into his truck. Mostly posters and clothes, his father never bought him much. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror, his face had a bubbling black and a busted lip. His cheeks were stained red from being slapped and alongside he had a couple of cuts. He was never sure if they came from his father or fights from schools.
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire my time today
He started to drive passing his exes house on the way there, he noticed her sitting outside like she usually did. Her nose stuck in a book not paying attention to anything around her. She was swaying on the floating seat outside, somewhere Billy remembered from late night make outs or the times she'd clean him up after his dad got particularly hard to handle.
He could feel her small soft hands gently working on cuts. Cotton swabs soaked with alcohol cleaning him up as she tried to help him forget about the night. He could feel her stroking his hair while his head lay on her lap and his eyes closed. He could feel her stringy hair in between his fingers as she tried to get him to forget with one of his favorite activities. He stopped thinking about her when he noticed she was looking at the car. Probably the roaring catching her attention, it wouldn't be a shock as his car was the loudest in the neighborhood. He make-out pink cheeks and swallows eyes, he felt a pang of guilt knowing it was from her crying but pushed it aside. He told her to come with, she didn't want to, not his fault is it
The sun had started to fall during his 33-hour drive, he planned to pull over at a hotel or rest stop soon. He couldn't help but think about Y/N. The feelings of guilt were starting to come back as he remembered what he yelled and said to her. It was undeniable that she was one of the few people who had cared for him since his mother's death. He liked to think that she would've liked Y/N, they were alike.
Both had long light hair, dark eyes, and kind personalities. He always thought his mom was too good for his dad, his short temper and ugliness always was a dark contrast to his mother's beautifulness. Like Y/N, she was smart, naive, and kind. Something he'd often rag on his mom and Y/N for. He liked her because she was like his mom. No judgment would overpass in their conversations and if he got in trouble she didn't give up or yell, she'd help him stand up. As he thought he remembered their last conversation.
He walked up the driveway and noticed she was already running down the stairs to him. He smiled, dimples popping out as her arms wrapped around his neck and her soft lips pressed against his. He kissed back before she let herself drop down to the ground with a wide smile.
"Billy!" she said happily grabbing his hand to hold.
"Miss me, princess?" he chucked and teased.
She laughed nodding her head "I'd hate to say yes to your ego but, yes, I did."
They talked for a bit before Billy finally brought it up. "So, I'm leaving to Cali tomorrow... are you coming?" he asked looking at her. Her smile seemed to drop as she looked away from him, he got the message and that pissed him off, "You're not coming?" his voice had changed quickly from light and happy to dark and annoyed.
"Y/N! We talked about this when I graduate you're coming with me to Cali, remember?"
"We didn't really talk about it, Billy, you kind of just decided," she argued "I never said yes --"
Billy snapped "You said something!"
"I said I needed to think!" she snapped back.
I have these thoughts, so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence
After that, it was just Billy yelling at her as she tried to apologize for raising her voice. She always said sorry if she slightly snapped but Billy just kept on be raiding her with the comment about how she lied. He knew deep down she hadn't but he thought she would come, she followed him everywhere why wouldn't she follow him to California?
The thoughts began to consume his mind as more popped up. The things he yelled seemed to be fighting with pass things he said using words and things he knew deep down ammunition to the gun that was the truth.
"I never cared about you anyway, just a fling" Billy, please, baby I love I just can't leave everyone behind - - something to throw away when I got bored of using you up - - she was too good for you - - I love you - - just like mom was too good for dad - - it doesn't matter if you love me, I never did you - - your just like him.
He could hear his heart thumping, he had always drowned it out with music and he desperately tried to turn it on -- you're just like him - - his vision was foggy. He had said it to himself before, hell, he knew it was true. Just an angry sack of shit that using everything around you and runs away -- you never deserved her. He could still hear her sobbing and beckoned called from behind him - - keep running from the -- Billy! Please, let's talk -- keep running -- please baby -- keep running
It was all numb, vision fuzzy as his mind seemed to drift away. He felt happier, light. He felt high and at peace as his eyes closed softly hearing one last voice before they closed completely.
Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I’m in a book club and we started talking about the problems of the Harry Potter movies and one of the main issues we all had was some of the appearances of the characters. Which gave me the idea to do this little thing called “By The Book” where I talk about how I envisioned characters based off of their book appearances.
Marauders included.
Gryffindors
Harry Potter:
“ Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. … Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape... The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. “
I imagined Harry (in the first book) to be extremely small, almost as if he was a first grader and being very petite. His hair in my head would be like, three times the size of his head, and would be curly, jet black, and messy. His eyes were described as almost once so I thought of them like that and of course, bright green.
Further in the book, however, I imagined him a bit different. He kept his messy, wild, jet black curly hair but his wieght and height had changed.
I think this is because characters is further books described him as “tall” so I imagined him as taller and more strong looking. Probably around 5′6 during his fifth year.
Ronald Weasley:
“ tall, thin and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.
firey red hair “
A lot of people say that Ron isn’t attractive, which with how people draw him I can see why. However, I always imagined him to be much more handsome than Harry. I imagined him very tall and lanky, small, and very boyish looking. His hands and feet were very large and freckles covered everything on his body. My favorite part of him was always his hair, because I took “firey red hair” literally and thus led me to think his hair was fire engine red.
His appearance never really changed much for me, he just got taller and his hands and feet just got bigger over the years.
Hermione Granger:
“ She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. “
I think Hermione appearance was a major let down for me, as it was constantly said that she had bushy hair and large front teeth. If anybody is wonder why she didn’t have large front teeth it is because Emma could not talk well with them in, I imagine that was like having dracula vangs in.
Though back to the point, I imagined Hermione to have large, frizzy, bushy brown hair that was, like Harry, three times the size of her head. Her teeth I imagined weren’t very big actually, I don’t know why but I considered them normal, which now thinking about it was probably because my two front teeth are bucked. We don’t get much about her body size unlike the boys (tall, small, skinny, lanky, etc.) but I always seen her as more tall but on the heavier size.
When she was older in book four, I imagined her to not had grown much and her to be skinner than before.
Fred & George Weasley:
“ shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky
fiery red hair, freckles “
I kind of ignored the book with their appearance and imagined them more like how they were casted. Taller and lanky like Ron, and they had the trademark freckles along with the feiry red hair I loved.
Something noticable that I changed and outcasted them from the Weasley family was their eyes, I imagined everyone in the Weasley family to have blue eyes except Fred and George.
Ginny Weasley:
“ a long mane of red hair
and when her jaw sets her resemblance to Fred and George is striking “
I somewhat ignored the description we’re given. I imagined her to look much more girly, a very soft jaw with large light blue eyes. Less freckles than Fred, George, or Ron that just set over her nose. I still saw her with long, firey, silky red hair, however.
When she got older I imagined her to be very petite, I had an image set in my mind of her Quidditch gear being too big on her and falling off at times.
Lavender Brown:
We never really got a description.
Lavender had more personality than physiology. Over the time I read about her I did get an imagine in my mind as I obsess over details. I imagined her with a heart shaped face that had a very stuck out chin, long wavy ginger hair, big and round blue eyes, a small button nose, big lips, and tan skin. I don’t know where I got it but here were some of my reasons as a child (which is when I first read the books)
Lavender talked a lot so a big mouth went with the phrase “Lavender Brown has a big mouth.”
She often begged or got upset so puppy like eyes made sense.
I liked long hair, and I liked gingers.
Seamus Finnigan:
I could not find his description, if he had one it was most likely small.
I kind envisioned him to look like the dumb blond type and I for some odd reason always seen him as ugly. I might of thought that because I didn’t like his character though.
Neville Longbottom:
“ round faced
short and plump and blond “
Neville wasn’t a character that stuck out to me until I reread the books as an adult. When I was a child I imagined him as like Dudley but more handsome. He had short blond hair, was short but taller than Harry, and plump. I saw him with freckles but when I reread the books I never imagined him like that.
When he was older I imagined him very tall, almost like Ron, his blond hair was longer and the freckles were gone.
Adult Gryffindors/ Marauders:
James Potter:
He was my first crush of the book series. I imagined him like Harry but always saw him as cuter. He was very tall and muscular looking, much like Harry was when he grew up. I saw him with a strong jaw and ocean blue eyes and of course, jet black messy curly hair.
I think a good way to describe his hair would be like young Tom Riddle (another crush of young me).
I would like to mention his Animagi form, I imagined him as a very large deer with horns the size of trash cans (sort of like Hagrids’ hands).
Sirius Black:
His appearance obvious changes a lot from his young self to Prisoner Of Azkaban self. So let us start with young Sirius, I imagined him to have long hair for what a guy would typically be considered. Probably to his shoulder and very black but not jet black like James. His eyes were almond shaped and light grey with playfulness in them. I imagined him to be one inch shorter than James, standing at 5′9 while James is 6ft.
Also, I had this strange fascination with him dressing in romantic goth styled clothing, I don’t know why but he gave me that vibe when he was young.
“ He had a gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair. “
When we first see him I imagined him to be as he was described, very skinny with sunken face that brought out his high cheekbones (find the positives, Bella) his skin being waxy and looking tired. His teeth yellow and crooked from them being ground against and his once long, silky hair being to his waist and matted.
I had this vision of him having scratch marks and scars all over his body, almost as if he was self harming.
Remus Lupin:
My favorite Marauder! I related to him the most out of the Marauders due to his mature and nerdy nature but onward to the appearance. Young Remus, I imagined him to be tall and lanky like Ron, I think he was the tallest. He has a thin face and a soft jar making him appear less manly than James and Sirius but more boyish like Peter. His hair would be a chestnut brown, soft and shaggy, with curls in it ending a little below his jaw. I always made his eyes chestnut brown with a hazel like ring around them. Also, his scars would be on his cheek, across his eye and through his eyebrow, and then another one starting at his chin and ending at his neck.
“ The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with grey. “
I imagined him a lot like how he was described. Wearing shaggy robes that were a leather like brown and had patches sewn into it, all of them being different colors and patterns. He loss that boyish look and looked much older than he was, probably due to me visioning him to have wrinkled or aged skin and bags under his eyes. His chestnut hair did have grey hairs scattered throughout and he had grew scruff that also had grew in it.
Peter Pettigrew:
People tend to make Peter ugly, which as his character is described (physically and personality-wise) but I always thought of the Marauders all being handsome or even a little pretty. While I envisioned him being the least attractive I never saw him as ugly. I pictured him, when he was young, being the shortest maybe even shorter than Harry. His eyes would be smaller than average but a pretty light green. His nose was pointed but long and his lips were small and thin. His teeth were much like Hermiones’ being bucked.
Lily Evans:
I always thought Lily to be the second prettiest girl in the Harry Potter franchise (my first being a certain looney Ravenclaw). I imagined her to be very petite but taller than Peter and shorter than Sirius. Her hair was medium and thick, it was auburn but had streaks of firey ginger highlights. Her eyes were almond shaped and bright green like Harrys, her skin was milky and clear.
When she got older I imagined her to be taller but the three boys still taller than her. Her auburn hair would be longer and often kept in a ponytail due to baby hair pulling on it, her green eyes still seeming perfect and full of life despite the bad circumstances. She would grow out of her petite form and have a curvier more woman like body.
Molly Wobbles Weasley:
“ short, plump, and kindly-looking woman
sabor-tooth tiger when mad “
Molly was one of my favourite characters because of her nature, she reminded me a lot of my mother. I always pictured her as a short, plump, woman who had curly short firey red hair. Her eyes being a light, kind looking shade of blue with periwinkle specs. I always liked to picture her smile because I felt like she would have plump lips and nice white teeth and a kind smile.
“ June and August of 1995 she lost a good deal of weight and appeared paler, though she seemed to get a healthier look back by the next year “
After her wieght loss I still pictured her as plump looking woman but I did change some of her features that stayed the same. I pictured her with her hair much shorter almost to the end of her jaw and still curling up, I gave her straight bangs that were side swept onto both sides and gave her an age spot from the sun.
Authur Weasley:
“ Arthur had bright red hair, though he was balding by the early 1990s. He wore glasses and had blue eyes, and also possessed the tall, thin build inherited by his sons “
For some reason I made every son of his taller than him, I wanted him to be the same height of Molly. I made his eyes around light blue shade, his hair the same fiery red but thin and balding. I imagined his glasses to be thick and round.
In the later books I gave him a hunch back but kept his other features the same.
Did you not see a character you wanted to? Please know that this is just the first ‘By The Book’ I am sorting by houses as it is easier, I’ll eventually get to Professors, and more secondary characters. I will likely be doing Slytherin or Ravenclaw next so keep an eye out for that.
