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Recently watched a friend play Stray Gods for the first time and guess i'll never be over them
whenever i doubt humanity’s ability to continue to create art, i remember that there are hundreds of thousands of amazing writer on ao3 cranking out absolute masterpieces at record pace just for the love of the game
I've got the flu or somethin' and have been home from work all week so have some random Angelic Layer AU character sketches that I've done from my bed:
I'm on the fence about her socks, might take them off. If she gets an akuma this season then I'll give her an Angel!
Idk if any of them will make it in but they'd be fun cheering fans right?
Can't exclude my own girls! Suhayla and Freddie - I still need to create akumas for them, so for now they're Angel-less U_U
big stretch
Speeches and Matrimony
Fred Weasley x Reader
—
“Hello everyone. As Fred’s twin brother, business partner, and unfortunately one of the longest witnesses of whatever this relationship was, I have prepared a speech.”
Fred narrows his eyes immediately.
George reaches into his jacket.
Fred points.
“No.”
George looks delighted.
“Oh, I think yes.”
He unfolds a single old sheet of parchment, yellow at the edges and folded enough times that everybody immediately understands this was not prepared for today.
George clears his throat.
“This,” he announces, “was discovered while moving boxes and should probably have remained lost forever.”
Fred sits up straighter
George begins reading.
—
“I am writing this because Fred will either get married or killed and lately I cannot decide which outcome is more likely.
Current leading cause of death appears to be Y/N.
Y/N is terrifying in a very organised way and has somehow developed a personal interest in preventing Fred from experiencing peace.
She deducts points from him at alarming rates, assigns detentions with concerning efficiency, and confiscates products as if she personally intends to dismantle our future business.
Yesterday she informed him she was disappointed in him.
He looked pleased.
This reaction is medically unusual.
Additional developments suggest escalation.
Fred now notices if she changes handwriting.
Fred knows which corridor she takes after lunch.
Fred has asked whether his hair looks different.
I informed him that it does not.
He checked anyway.
Suspicious behaviour continues.
An interesting pattern has emerged.
Items confiscated by Y/N return.
Not publicly.
Not dramatically.
They simply appear later.
Products.
Notes.
One sock.
At this time I cannot explain this phenomenon.
Possible causes include: administrative error, supernatural interference, or something significantly more concerning.
Today Fred finally asked why she singles him out.
She thought about it for an annoyingly long time and then said: “You’re the only one I expect more from.”
No further explanation given.
Fred has become quiet.
This appears serious.
Further observation required.
End report.
—
George lowers the paper.
The room laughs.
Fred is already red.
George folds it carefully and says:
“For context, I wrote that in sixth year, when these two finally got closer”
The room erupts.
Fred immediately turns.
“You kept that?”
George nods.
“Oh absolutely. But that’s not even my favourite part.”
He reaches back into his jacket and pulls out a much smaller folded slip.
“This was attached.”
Fred immediately knows something terrible is about to happen.
George hands the paper over.
Fred unfolds it.
His expression changes instantly.
George grins.
“Oh read it.”
Fred folds it closed.
George turns to Y/N.
“You read it.”
Y/N takes it.
She reads the first line.
Then she suddenly laughs.
Not polite wedding laughter.
Not composed laughter.
Actual helpless laughter that bends her in half and makes her put the paper down.
Fred looks betrayed.
The guests are losing interest in dignity.
Y/N finally manages to read aloud:
Current theory is that Y/N likes Fred but lacks the emotional range to express this in any format except disciplinary action and selective product redistribution.
If marriage occurs I expect formal recognition.
Y/N absolutely loses it.
She is laughing so hard she has to lean into Fred.
Fred stares.
Then turns.
Slowly
Fred stares at his wife for several long seconds.
He leans over, kisses her temple and says quietly enough that only nearby tables hear:
“You know normal people just flirt but that was boring to me… I liked how fired up you were about me when you gave me detentions.”
She smiles.
“I know.”
Pause.
“You never seemed like normal people. You were hopeless”
George raises his glass.
“To my brother, who needed seven years and extensive administrative evidence to realise a girl liked him.”
Then toward Y/N.
“And to the bride, who apparently looked at Fred Weasley and thought what he really needed was structure.”
Y/N starts laughing again.
Fred hides his face.
George decides this is the best speech he has ever given.
Freddie
