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[mxquest]

letters

old one, I feel like I have posted this before..

[yarahdraws]

Amo demasiado a Mérula, su cara toda enojada o sonriente... me fascina. 😭💕✨️💚💚💚

Es todo lo que quiero en mi vida. 💕🫶🏻💚✨️

Referencia

[mahleb]

[inconsistentcampfire]

This is... a meme? 💙 I know, nobody know these two little girls. Hogwarts Mystery is a.... Not That Bad game 🙃 If you have enough energy points, you can enjoy it xD I did! For a while.... But this is my ship from the game, which isn't real, just I love them 😄👉👈

[elhaz92]

hogwartsmystery.forumcommunity.net

[aneshkablack]

Día de Muertos en San Cristóbal

I had many time since my last picture about Isolde and Talbott. I took advantage of my streak of inspiration with the beautiful draw about Candy Vigiere and Talbott (you can see my last publish), to do one for me.

I know it's very late, (November will finish soon), but I did the scene in San Cristóbal de las Casas with Tal and Isa, on Día de Muertos' celebration.

If you read my fics or my older publish here, Tadao Hiwatari Olivares was Isolde's father, and he was Mexican born in Chiapas. He worked for Gringotts but died in the First Magical War. He was buried in his hometown (it was his wish, like the song "Mexico lindo y querido" by Jorge Negrete: "If I die far from you/Let them say that I'm asleep/and bring me here").

Since they were in Hogwarts, Isa had been talked with Talbott about her ethnicity and her traditions. One of them, of course, is to celebrate this day and commemorate her loves ones who had passed away. (She usually create "la ofrenda" -altars with offerings to the deceased-, every year since she was a child).

Winger, since they're friends, was interested about this tradition, getting more and more involved, helping her to create the altar every year since they're in 7th year. In this picture, they're nearly 23-24 years old. And Isa convinced him to make up with her like catrines: she wears a Chiapas tradicional dress and Talbott, a Taumalipas tradicional suit.

By the way, I publish a version without make-up, too.

[yukinanokuro]

Me and a friend did the Double Meme challenge with my wife Merula uwu ​

OPEN COMMISSIONS 𝄀 PATREON (NSFW)

Drawings of my Hogwarts Legacy characters:

Merctor (Merula x Hector)

Merctor Gender!Merula

Original characters from my role of Hogwarts Mystery

Merctor year 8 and more.

My draw @yukinokuro17​

My friend's drawing @yoonmie_mellow (on Instagram)

[ninamitoo]

DETENTION

Um... So.  This story is not exactly what I originally wanted to write. Let's just say I got too carried away. It's a oneshot, although I originally wanted to make this short story a 3-part sequel. If there is too much interest, I can write a sequel, but otherwise probably not.

Warning: suggestion of smut, more like a prelude. Mention of jealousy but not anything serious. Oterwise fluff

Pairing: Talbott Winger x reader

Picture: The image attached below is my own, I drew it today. It’s Talbott with my OC, but you can imagine your own. It will give you a beautiful idea of what will happen in the story. ^^

ENJOY!

Detention.

Something you were more familiar with than you would like. Organizing Snape’s cabinet was almost a matter of your daily routines at this point. But detentions from McGonagall? You knew you messed up really badly if event the old, educated, impressive witch gave you detention. What you didn’t expect was to find Talbott already seated in one of the desk in the Transfiguration classroom.

“Talbott?“ You asked in surprise. The chocolate brown head looked up at you from his desk. “What are you doing here?“ The one time he had a detentin was when both of you sneaked into Filch’s office during your 3rd year looking for the chrysalis of a Death’s-Head Hawk Moth.

“Miss Y/L/N,“ Professor McGonagall chided. “I think it would be best if you sat down.“ You answered a weak “Yes, Professor“ before plopping down to the bench next to Talbott. “Surely you know that this is not the place for a conversation between you and Mr. Winger. Now for your detention. For the next two months, every Friday at this hour, you come to my office to work on your school duties.“

“Three months?“ You suggest. The witch's thin eyebrows rose uncomfortably in front of you in unspoken question. “Miss Y/L/N, are you asking me to extend your detention?“ Even Talbott stopped writing on parchment in anticipation of your answer.

“Yes.“ Everything is better than constantly avoiding them… You thought.

“May I ask why?“ You nervously straightened up on your wooden chair. You cannot possibly tell her the truth or she wouldn’t allow it since she doesn’t support running away from someones difficulties.

“I just haven't had much time to learn lately. This is a great opportunity for me to catch up.“ You nonchalantly shrug. It wasn't a complete lie – it was true that you had less and less time for school lately. But that wasn't the real reason you wanted to hide. When the professor looked at you from behind her glasses for a few seconds without any answer, you surrendered and took out your potion textbook. The essay for Snape won't get written on its own.

After half an hour, the witch rose with a swish of her robes, leaving the two of you alone.

“Is it because of the increase of your admirers?“ Talbott asks, accompanied by the sound of quill scratching across the parchment. You almost choked on your own saliva. “W-WHAT? How do you know that?“ You were especially careful not to let him find out about this.

“So that’s a yes.“ He snorted under his nose. Otherwise, however, he paid no attention to you. A small crease on his forehead gave him away – was he angry at you?

“I always turned them down when they invited me on a date. The whole school knows you are my crush since that note I wrote to you in Snape’s class.“ You tried to defend yourself, even though you knew inwardly that you had no reason to.

“Which is exactly why everyone's trying to get you now.“ He grumbled. What does he mean by that? What does going on dates with Talbott have to do with the fact that more people are interested in me at once?

“You are incredible. I told you multiple times. You are very impressive and always does impressive things. Of course they think they have a chance with you when you are meeting up with a nerd who value his alone time.“ The realization hit you like a hard stone.

“Are you jealous?“ A deep crimson red spread across his cheeks. He was too embarrassed from being caught to look you in the eye. A small laugh escaped your lips. “I think you look very cute when you are blushing.“ You said while standing up. You sit down right next to Talbott, your arms and legs touching. A pleasant warmth crept its way into your stomach. 

“I also think you are very smart, determined and the kindest person I have ever met. You don't voluntarily do anything to get you in trouble, but you always offered to help me regardless of the consequences.“  You grabbed his hand nervously and absently began running your thumb over it in soothing circles.

“And I'm not even talking about how beautiful you are, or how your smile brightens my day, or how impetuous my heart beats when you hug me. There’s no reason for you to be jealous.“ The tender look you gave him made his heart pound. His insides twisted as you gave him one of your widest smiles, which he loved so much. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?“ He asked pleased with how quickly your face turned pink. He was glad he had such an effect on you. When you closed your eyes in agreement and tilted your head toward him, he enjoyed the moment for a few seconds before joining his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle at first, full of first love and nervousness. But then Talbott remembered a Gryffindor boy trying to give you a love potion after your Quidditch practice, and his jealousy returned. He will never give you up. Never.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled your body to his. A surprised sigh escaped your lips as his tongue asked for entry. He's never kissed you like that before. He normally gave you a short kiss on the cheek or forehead, rarely giving you a kiss directly on the mouth. But when his left hand moved to your cheek and tilted you closer, you succumbed to his suggestion. A waterfall of butterfly erupted in your stomach. Your head shook with each deepening of the kiss. He was passionate and full of lust.

When the first moan escaped your mouth, he sat you on his lap. As his lips bit into your lower lip, you let out another, more desperate moan bringing your hands into his hair. You found that he liked very much when you tugged at his hair and ran your nails over his chest eliciting one heated moan after another. He was… Hard.

This realization has given you courage that you have not yet found in you and you moved your pelvis along his entire clothed length. The friction elicited a loud moan from both of you breaking the kiss in the process. His big palm ran under your skirt and squeezed your ass tightly. A silent swearing escaped his lips as his member responded to the touch of your delicate ass.

“Can you… Can you do that again?“ He asked breathlessly, blinded by lust. Without a moment of hesitation you moved in an accelerating rhythm. Hearing his loud moan was like listening to paradise music. He tilted his head in a fit of arousal and greedily touched every exposed part of your body.

“Ehem.“ Loud coughing has distracted you from your escalating state. Professor McGonagall stood directly behind you, the flames of rage glowing from her eyes. You got up from Talbott in a hurry and sat back down behind your desk. A surge of shame made you bow your head and wait in silence for the older woman's lecture. To your surprise, however, it never came.

“For the next time, I recommend that you run such activities only in your free time and in complete privacy. Consider your detention doubled.“

“Yes, professor.“ You both answer unanimously.