I'M BACK AGAIN!! And this time I was wondering if you could take me in cause:
☃️ baby it's cold outside: "so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?" with Remus?
AGAIN CONGRATS ON 5K!! ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕
thanks for your patience, and thanks for celebrating with me Ivy! hope I did this justice <3
Remus Lupin x animagus!reader who only sees him as a warm jumper [789 words]
CW: fem!reader, end of term mental breakdown, friend's being cheeky, fluff
It was one of those incredibly unusual evenings where the boys’ dormitory was full yet quiet.
Sirius was lying upside down on his bed; long hair trailing off the foot of the bed where he hung his head as it bobbed to the music playing in his headphones that Remus had gotten him for his birthday.
Peter looked to be about 12 minutes away from bursting into tears as he sifted through his Herbology text in a last ditch attempt at boosting his grade in that class.
James was currently laying on his stomach as he watched the Marauders Map, waiting for Lily to finish her prefect rounds so that they could sneak off to the headboy and head girl’s common room.
And Remus? Well, Remus was sitting up against the headboard of his bed with a book in his hands. Or at least that’s what he appeared to be doing.
What he was actually doing was waiting for you.
And sure enough, approximately 37 seconds before Peter would have burst into frustrated tears, the dormitory door that had been left cracked open was nudged open further by an entity that none of the boys could see from their current positions, but the tell-tale brrpp gave away your arrival.
Remus was smiling before he felt a small body land on the foot of his bed, prompting him to move the book out of his line of sight so he could see the small, calico cat kneading biscuits into the throw as you slow-blinked at him.
“Hello, dove.”
“Would you two stop being so sickeningly sweet?” Sirius scowled at him as he lifted one of the speakers from his ear. “Show some respect; Pete’s on the brink of a mental breakdown.”
“If they wait for Pete’s mental stability to be affectionate, they may be waiting until next term.” James offered without looking up from the map.
“Don’t worry about m-me, Moony.” Peter snuffled through a hiccup before the curtains surrounding his four poster bed shut, a silencing charm being thrown up moments before the Marauder’s knew a sob spilled out of him.
As bad as Remus felt for his friend, he was glad you didn’t seem too worried about Pete, quickly shoving your head under the hem of his jumper and eliciting a disbelieving laugh from Remus.
“I should’ve known, you little minx.” He chided as you slithered your lithe feline body under the fabric before poking your nose out of the neck hole. “I’m nothing but a warm jumper to you, am I?”
You responded by purring rather loudly and kneading the fabric of the shirt separating you from his bare chest. He was happy for that barrier when your claws caught on the stitching.
“Some would be honoured to be her warm jumper, Moons.” James scolded playfully, offering your feline form a smirk and a wink when you poked your head out to blink at him thankfully.
“I’m sure you would, Prongs.” Remus chuckled. “Come on, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?”
“Wait, we can do that?” Sirius asked quickly, sitting himself upright to look at Remus eagerly. Remus responded by closing the curtains of his own four poster bed.
“Come’on, dovey. What if I wanted to cuddle with my girlfriend?” He pouted.
And Remus Lupin was sure he'd never felt more dumb than he had at that moment; hadn’t he ever learned to let sleeping cats lie?
Opting to give Remus probably exactly what he’d asked for but certainly not what he wanted, your feline form stretched back into your human one; a cheshire cat smile on your face that was merely centimetres from his own as your neck was still protruding the neck hole of his jumper.
“Merline, dove. No.”
“What?” You asked innocently. “Didn’t you want to cuddle with your girlfriend?”
“I wanted to cuddle with my girlfriend, not be smothered by her.”
“I don’t know, Moons.” You murmured, narrowing your eyes at him playfully. “I’m getting mixed signals here.”
“You’re stretching the neckhole out!”
“Right, and what do you suggest, Remus? That I vacate your jumper?” You scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “Come now; you know you’re nothing but a warm jumper to me.”
“For Godric’s sake, fine. Fine. Shit, you’re a nuisance.” He conceded, though you seemed to know it was all good natured by the smile on his face.
“Thanks Moons.” You cheered before pressing a hard kiss to his lips and then melting back into your cat form.
Remus settled back comfortably into his bed, relishing the warmth of the tiny space heater you created on his chest and the rumbling purrs your happy form emanated.
He was sure that if he was a cat, he’d be purring too.
i absolutely LOVE the winter games idea it’s so cutesy ☺️☺️
could i have ☃️ “hey, look.” ¹ “aw, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” ² with the lions (poly!marauders + lily; still haven’t found a good name for them yet but it is my all time favorite ship. lots of love to go around 🥳)
LOVE YOU MAMA ELLE 💋💋
aahhh thank you Evie!!! <3
poly!marauders + Lily x fem!reader who waited up for them [692 words]
CW: Lily scolds the boys, they mostly deserved it, Snivellus reference, fluff
The Slug Club’s holiday party ran late tonight, which meant that so did James and Sirius’ detention.
“Can’t believe I’ve managed to make sure I was never invited to the bloody thing and I still had to attend.” Sirius grumbled as he loosened his tie.
“Be swotty like Rem and Lils, get invited. So we do the opposite-”
“Now, I wouldn’t call flooding the Slytherin bathrooms the opposite of being swotty.” Remus contested with a smirk. Lily didn’t find it nearly as funny.
“And we still get invited!” James continued as though he’d not been interrupted.
“Again… I wouldn’t call serving detention by serving hors d'oeuvres-”
“We can argue semantics all night,” Lily muttered as she shouldered on ahead; legs shorter than any of the boys’ yet forcing them to speed up in order to keep up with her, “the bottom line is that we were supposed to meet up with Y/N after the party; and whilst two of us were there on purpose, the two of you could have spent the night with her and not left her waiting.”
The four of them were approaching the portrait hole by the time Lily turned to see three rather contrite boys hanging their heads in shame.
“Sorry, Lils.” James murmured, Sirius nodding quickly.
“I’m sorry too.”
“Me…too?”
“No, Rem.” Lily sighed around a smile, and she let out a reluctant breathy chuckle when his shoulders fell in relief.
“Sorry,” he offered with a shy smirk, “force of habit.”
The common room sat vacant; all students having either attended the Slug Club Party, attended the much more popular and heavily attended anti-Slug Club Party for those who weren’t invited and felt rather jilted by the matter, or long gone to bed.
“She’s not here.” James surmised aloud which saw Remus placing a comforting hand on his shoulder at the sad lilt of his voice.
“Do you think she went up to the dorm?” Sirius asked, and Lily fought the urge to roll her eyes at him.
“Probably went back to her own common room; tired of waiting ‘round for the lot of us.”
Sirius grimaced at what he could tell was ire still being directed at him as Remus let out a sad hum.
“Should we go find her?”
“It’s late, Jamie.” Sirius responded as he made for the stairs towards the boys common room. “I say we-”
“Hey, look!” Remus whispered loudly as he halted from where he’d been following after Sirius.
Lily came around the corner of the sofa to see you - wrapped snugly in a Gryffindor throw blanket - sound asleep. Exactly where you said you’d be waiting for them. Her heart was both broken that they’d left you hanging and so warm at the sentiment.
You’d waited for them.
“Awe!” James cooed, causing Remus to snort at him as he pinched his side chidingly.
“She’s so cute when she’s asleep.” Sirius commented as he leaned his weight on his forearms against the back of a chair to watch the steady rise and fall of your chest.
“You take that back, Sirius.” James scolded. “She’s so cute all the time.”
“I’m going to be the opposite of cute if you two wake her up.” Lily threatened sternly, gently lowering herself to her knees in front of you and brushing gently at the skin above your eyebrow.
The four of them took a moment to appreciate the view; you looked so warm and so content bathed in the warm glow from the fire whilst the candles in the Christmas tree behind the sofa backlit you in a way that made you look ethereal and otherworldly.
“Can’t believe I had to offer Snivellus pigs in a blanket when I could’ve been here snuggling her.” Sirius pouted, earning a commiserating sound from the back of James’ throat.
“Why don’t we get her upstairs, hm?” Remus offered, causing James to jump to attention.
“You guys go, I’ll carry her.”
“No fair! That just means you’ll get to snuggle her first!” Sirius whined as Remus ushered him in the direction of the stairs.
“Fat chance.” Lily argued. “If anyone gets to cuddle her first, it’s me.”
CONGRATS ON 7K!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 may i please play roulette with poly darksun and number 12 from the acts of service list :]
thanks for playing!
poly!darksun x gn!reader who know everything there is to know about James [694 words]
CW: no gender markers used for reader, cheek and fluff, affectionate name calling
“No, don’t eat those.” You murmur softly without lifting your head, causing James’ hand to pause on its route to his mouth, the pastry hovering listlessly in front of his mouth.
“Did…she poison them or something?” He asks as he relents to your warning, placing the turnover back onto its plate that Lily had dropped off earlier whilst James was at work.
With this, Barty cackles, though he doesn’t look up from the trashy magazine he's flipping through. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I always knew you were into some freaky shit.”
“Oh sod off.” James laughs, propping his socked-feet up to place them on Barty’s lap which sees one of his hands disappearing beneath the kitchen table to rub at them dutifully. “What? You lot just want them all for yourself? Is that it?”
You laugh as you finally look up from where you’re chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner to give him a teasing look. “No, you tit. They have cherry filling; last time she made cherry cheesecake you got hives, you might be allergic.”
James’ brows furrow as he pushes the plate further away from him; Barty’s finger digging harder into the arch of his foot which causes James’ bemused eyes to flit up and meet Barty’s questioning ones.
“And you just…know that?” He asks dumbly, both partners slowing to a halt to give him a funny look.
“Well…yeah?” You venture, shooting Barty a wary gaze before returning to your chopping.
“What else do you know?”
It’s as if Barty had been simply waiting for someone to ask, throwing his magazine haphazardly over his shoulder as he directs his sole attention to James.
“Last week Y/N had to remind you to take your medication three times.”
James was immediately defensive. “Okay…well, that just means that I-”
“I had to remind you twice.” He continues with a Cheshire cat smile.
“Be nice, Barty.” You chide, though you’re smiling too. “I know that you fell off a swing set at 11 years old and haven’t trusted them ever since.”
James doesn’t get a chance to argue, nor to ask how you know that when Barty continues. “You have a scar on your shoulder blade from the incident.”
“You spent three years insisting you hated mushrooms only to be caught eating cream of mushroom soup.” You carry on.
“I just didn’t like my dad’s mushroom risotto.” James pouts; caught.
“We’ve told all of our friends that they’re not allowed to bring up manatees around you because-”
“Why would they be so fucking cute if we’re not allowed to touch them!?” James hollers, causing each of you to snicker.
“-because you go stage-five ballistic.” Barty finishes with a flourish. James rips his feet away from him petulantly.
“Love,” you half-laugh, half-chide, “you asked what we know!”
“I just didn’t expect you to know so much!”
“Of course we know so much!” You laugh. “That’s our job, yeah?”
“Well,” James starts, coming up with an argument on the fly, “how come you two seem to know more about me than I do?”
Your face softens and you decide to pause your chopping in order to join James at the table. Barty, for his part, jumps up like this is a relay race and you’ve just handed him the baton, pecking a rough kiss to your head and winking at James before taking up your position.
“Bubs, I don’t think that’s a bad thing, yeah? I mean…taking care of myself has always felt like a chore, but getting to take care of you is one of my favourite things.” You explain as though it’s simple maths.
Barty makes a sound of agreement around a bite of raw carrot. “Things about me are sodding boring. Things about you two? That’s fuckin’ mint, that is.”
“I guess I do know a lot about you guys as well.” James muses, noticing the two of you begin nodding in agreement. He jumps on it.
“Like how-”
“No. No, no. We don’t need to hear about any of that.” Barty says as he waves the – very large – knife in his direction whilst you squeeze his hand warningly.
“Don’t worry, Jamie.” You placate. “We believe you.”
Since we’re thinking about roommate AUs… ⛄️ with roommate!Remus and the prompt “uh, yeah- i took your sweatpants out of the laundry by mistake. sorry.”?
these two awkjfahiarhfawg -> the winter games
Remus Lupin x roommate!reader who acted in self-defence [804 words]
CW: landlords, it's very cold, fluff
Remus - though undoubtedly upset on his own behalf - was thoroughly devastated for you when he got home to find the flat nearly just as cold as it was outside. At least he got to spend his day in the warmth of the office; you were off today, and from the sniffles coming from the living room on account of your no doubt cold bitten nose, he knew you were home.
“Is this sodding radiator still not working?” He grumbled in way of hello as he hurried into the living room - coat, mitts, hat and all - to investigate.
“No! Don’t touch it!” You shouted from the certifiable nest you’d made out of pillows and blankets from the entire flat.
“Why not? It’s already not working; I hardly see how trying to fix it can make it any worse.”
“Yes but right now it’s the landlord's problem; if you go busting it in an attempt to fix it, we’ll be getting the bill.”
And damn the scenic yet ancient building the two of you called home, and damn your negligent landlord no doubt cosy with his own working furnace and perhaps even an operational fireplace in his warm flat, but mostly damn you for being so smart and so right and so cute.
Remus let out a sigh and stood to face you. “Well, what have you been doing to stay warm all day then?”
You pursed your lips as you looked around the flat. “Well, I was trying for cosy vibes with holiday movies, I lit candles mostly for ambience but there’s a part of my brain that insists the temperature rose at least one degree in response, and hot cocoa.” You finished your sentence by lifting the mug in your hand.
“I appreciate the effort, but I have a feeling that the cocoa is the only effective strategy at this point.”
You smirked at him as you lifted the many blankets off of your lap and made to stand. “I’ll go make you one.”
You were just about to step behind the couch when Remus’ hand involuntarily shot out and grabbed you by your elbow. “Hang on.” Remus laughed accusatively. “What are you wearing?”
Remus had the feeling you were aware you’d been caught as you took a moment to consider your answer before slowly pivoting on your sock-clad feet, smiling at him bashfully.
“Erm, yeah…I took your sweatpants out of the laundry by mistake. Sorry.”
But Remus didn’t release your arm and you didn’t appear to expect him to; staring him down for a beat before you deflated with a theatrical moan. “Fine. I’m layered, okay!? Is that what you wanted to hear?!” And with this, you pulled the waistband of Remus’ sweatpants that you had needed to roll numerous times away from your hips to expose another set of your own thick sweatpants underneath them. “And underneath these sweatpants are a pair of leggings. I had tried putting two pairs of my own sweatpants on, but it was too tight and the feeling of losing circulation only left me more cold so yeah, I went back into your room after already hijacking your bedding and helped myself to a pair of sweats. Okay? But any grievances will need to be taken up with my attorney, Rem, because I am cold and it was self-defence!”
You paused abruptly then; a heat now evident in your face as you panted, and he only hoped that the heat was a welcome reprieve from the cold.
“I’m cold.” You repeated quite pathetically, and Remus couldn’t help it anymore. He laughed. A big, deep, belly-aching laugh.
“Oh, oh god, my poor girl.” He managed between laughs, reaching out and pulling you towards him by the shoulders; you swayed into him all too willingly, burrowing into him greedily even though he was sure his jacket was still cold with the fresh winter air. “M’so sorry you’ve been so cold.”
“You should be.” You whimpered into his chest, clearly chuffed at getting the sympathy you’d been looking for. “I’m very cold.”
“I bet.” He agreed, rubbing a few stripes up and down your back before pulling away from you; he could actually see you mourn the loss. “How about you make me some cocoa, and I’ll go change into comfies and meet you in that nest of blankets; we can pool together our resources.” The resource was warmth, but you clearly understood that when you went all but flying in the direction of the kitchen.
“Make haste, Lupin!”
Remus wasn’t ashamed - not even a little - at the speed in which he ran to his room to change out of his work clothes and into his comfies, grabbing another one of his jumpers to throw in the dryer for you.
What? Your outfit obviously wasn’t complete without a matching jumper.
Can I ask a baby it's cold outside with the prompt "did you really put a blanket over me while i was sleeping." with Regulus? Maybe he fell asleep talking with Reader and she put the blanket so he isn't cold?
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thank you love! also, for some reason this became an academic rivals fic, but it felt right for our Reggie! hahaha thanks for the prompt <3
Regulus Black x fem!reader who did not stupefy him [539 words]
CW: could be considered gn!reader - the only gendered marker for reader is the term 'witch', rivals, haters to....?, open ended, banter and fluff
Regulus woke with a start, which wasn’t unusual.
What was unusual was that he woke up in the library, or, rather, that he fell asleep in the library. Perhaps even more unusual was the throw blanket carefully draped over his shoulders.
“Merlin, you’re wound tight; who wakes up like that?” Your voice sounded from somewhere to his right; Regulus was sitting up board straight already, and he had no time to be concerned with whether or not he had crease lines criss crossing on the side of his face that had been resting on his jumper clad arm, nor whether his curls had taken on a mind of their own when he turned his attention to you.
“What did you do?” Regulus hissed. Your eyebrows furrowed near comically where they were pointed down at your textbook before your curious eyes moved up to consider him.
“Are you quite alright, Black?”
“You…you stupefied me or something. I’m sure of it.” He insisted as primly as he could muster, only having to pause once to clear the sound of sleep from his voice.
“I did not stupefy you, you git.” You hissed right back.
He realised then that it was a little peculiar; the two of you had the entire library to yourselves, seeing as most students went home for the the holidays, and those who remained at the school over the holidays didn’t exactly spend their time haunting the library of all places, yet the two of you were somehow sitting at the same group of tables.
Peculiar, still, because the two of you didn’t much care for each other.
It’s not that Regulus particularly disliked you or what not, but rather that you were an annoying pain in his arse and constantly trying to best him in your shared classes.
He had hoped to get a chance to get ahead of his course work over the break - put a little space between the two of you in terms of grades - but it appeared that you had shared the same idea.
Meddlesome witch.
“Then you must have put a sleeping potion in my tea.” He deduced as he vanished what remained in his cup with a flippant flick of his wrist. You rolled your eyes.
“You’re impossible. Why would I have done that?”
“You’re trying to best me in classes.”
You let out a rather inelegant snort as the corner of your lips turned upwards into a smirk. “I don’t have to try to best you, Black, I am the best.”
Regulus let out a derisive laugh. “Right, so, what? You just put a blanket over my shoulders out of the kindness of your heart?”
If Regulus wasn’t mistaken, he thought perhaps he noticed a look of bashfulness cross your features as you started to pack up your things.
“You were shaking like a jar of billywigs, Black; it was impossible to get any work done with the thunk, thunk, thunking of your chair legs. Besides, it’s not like I was going to waste my magic casting a warming charm over you.”
And, if Regulus wasn’t mistaken, he thought he felt the telltale tingling of a warming charm fading as the door to the library closed behind you.
☃️ come cuddle you know you want to, DarkSun or MoonWater, they're my two fav more unconventional ships and you write them so well!
awe, thanks darling!! <3
the winter games
poly!darksun x fem!reader who definitely wants to cuddle with them [377 words]
CW: swearing [obviously]
“Babe!” Barty shouted nearly right in James’ ear, though neither of them bothered to get up and move from their current position to search for you. “Oi! Babe!!”
“Would you quit sodding shouting?” You grumbled as you walked into the living room; a mug of cocoa in both hands, one for each of the boys.
“You’re gonna miss the best part, Tres.” Barty explained absently, eyes glued to the screen as he accepted his drink.
“Thank you, angel.” James delighted, taking the mug from you before stealing your then-empty hand to press a quick kiss to it. “Are you going to join us?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed like it was a huge inconvenience, but James could see the ghost of a smile dancing across your lips.
“I guess I could sit for a little bit.”
Barty cheered and James pressed another kiss to your fingers before letting you go. You returned a few moments later with your own mug of cocoa, but - to James’ absolute horror - opted to sit in the chair instead of on the sofa with your two boyfriends.
“Oi!” Barty barked chidingly, causing you to raise a brow as you brought your mug to your lips. “What’s your angle?”
“My angle?” You parrotted.
“Was it really necessary to sit in a different postcode, angel?” James translated then, even though he was quite sure you knew what had your boyfriend’s shorts in a knot.
“Maybe I just wanted to enjoy my cocoa in peace; did you ever think about that?”
“Fuck that.” Barty argued quickly, sitting up to create a perfectly you-shaped space between him and James. “Get your fine arse over here.”
You hummed as if you were thinking about it, though James saw the mischief in your eyes. “Nope.”
“Treasure.”
“Barty.” You returned evenly.
“Come onnnn.” James offered, lifting his brows up and down salaciously. “Come cuddle with us.”
“You know you want to.” Barty sing-songed, and James watched any pretense of aloofness on your part vanished as you stood with a laugh and placed yourself snuggly between the two boys.
“There’s our girl.” James murmured into your cheek before stamping it with a kiss.
“Not going to cuddle with us.” Barty snorted from your other side. “You’re so funny, Tres.”
Elle I saw the new requests and immediately got soooooo excited I check tumblr like 5 times a day just to read what you write lol. Anyways can I request from ☃️ baby it’s cold outside
“Just for once why don’t you wear some thing of mine” with Barty x potter reader where Barty always love to see her in his clothes so she gives him a shirt of hers but because he’s so tall it’s more like a crop top but he actually likes it lol?
hahaha soooo cute! thanks for the prompt <3
the winter games
Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who convinced him to wear her clothes for once [470 words]
CW: talk about patriarchy, misogyny, gender norms, Shania Twain
“It’s cold out, Treasure.” Barty said absently; not breaking his gaze from the mirror as he fixed his hair, though he no doubt saw you appear in the reflection. “Why don’t you put on my flannel?”
You let out a petulant moan. “It won’t go with my outfit, Barty.”
He offered you a sympathetic pout in turn. “But you always look so cute wearing my clothes.”
“That’s really what this was about, wasn’t it?” You teased. “I bet it’s not even that cold outside.”
“It’s a little cold.”
“The party is inside, Barty.” You chided.
“What if someone forgets we’re together? Hm? Then they see this beautiful little minx and make a move on you. Actually, Treasure, that would be a great injustice to all the unsuspecting blokes; you ought to warn them you have a boyfriend who’s sort of crazy.”
He seemed pleased by the cackle that elicited from you. “What about me!?”
“How do you mean?” He asked simply.
“Well? You never wear my clothes! Just for once, why don’t you wear something of mine?”
Barty was quiet for a moment as he considered you. “You know what? You’re entirely right. Wow, how’s that for the fucking patriarchy, huh? Well, no time like the present, I suppose.”
Barty continued mumbling to himself about internalised misogyny and disassembling the patriarchy and gender norms as he sifted through the wardrobe.
You perched on the edge of the bed as he searched, smiling at the excited “aha!” before Barty emerged victorious.
Standing in the middle of your bedroom was your boyfriend - who has a longer torso than you do, mind you - donned in one of your favourite cropped pullover jumpers with Shania Twain’s famous line “let’s go girls” embroidered in cursive.
“Treasure.” Barty breathed out as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Oh my god.”
“What?” You laughed as you came to stand behind him; both your profiles in the mirror as he regarded himself.
“Is this what people mean when they say someone has a slutty man waist?”
You were so caught off guard by the laugh that bubbled out of you that you nearly choked on it.
“Yes, Barty; I think this is what constitutes a slutty man waist.”
“And you’ve been hiding your cropped tops from me all this time.” He shook his head in disbelief. “For shame, Treasure.”
“Barty!”
“We’re almost late, babes!” He interrupted, turning you away from the mirror and shuffling you out of the room and towards the door. “Best get on the road, show everyone what they’ve been missing!”
His waist, you’re sure, is what everyone’s been missing.
“It’s cold out, Bee.” You offered solemnly. “Why don’t you put on a flannel?”
You giggled the whole way to the party at the way he scowled and accused you of ruining his aesthetic.
I wanted to try something a little different, very new for me (and sort of scary if I'm being honest) to celebrate friggen FIVE THOUSAND of you who have joined this little blog of mine to obsess over our silly little wizards 🤍 so, without further ado, let the games begin! and as always: thank you for being here with me 🤍
to play along, please include the emoji/name of the game you're playing in your ask, along with the prompt/ship if applicable! please note that the blurbs will all have a winter/holiday themed setting!
🐻 here to hibernate: pick a sleepy prompt from the snuggly list, the sleepy list, or the sharing a bed list and send it with your preferred ship OR send it without a ship and I'll assign the pairing ;)
☃️ baby it's cold outside: pick a prompt from the chilly list, the poly cuddling list, or the sharing clothes list and send it with your preferred ship OR send it without a ship and I'll assign the pairing!
💋 meet me under the mistletoe: I call this a 'skit'. send me a thought/idea and I'll turn it into a couple lines of dialogue (see an example here)
☕️ cup o' cocoa: send me a poly!ship and pick a letter (or a few) from this poly fluff alphabet
[ps. I think I'm officially at a point on the blog and in my life that I cannot physically respond to everything that ends up in my inbox 🥺 a big portion of my blog has been chatting with all of you and it's one of my favourite things. thus, while I promise to do my best to answer as many of the celebratory asks and prompts as I can, I cannot guarantee I will be able to write them all 🤍 THANKS FOR BEING HERE WITH ME!]
