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[rozenwaffle]

Very late I realized that I never posted it here

Happy Birthday, Yoosung!

@yoosungweek

[707hearts606]

The apps that are closed are only for MODs, right? The Artists applicattions still no open(?)

Hi there!  Yes, mod applications are closed.  Applications for writers and artists have just opened and will be open until July 17th!

[potamikou]

I really need to say it: I don't like all the changes that make with Eddie Brock & Venom un the movie 💤😒💬 I like much more the 90's series version & the comics ("Owchie~! 😰💫 My childhood, stupid!" 😭🗯️) BUT YPUR COMICS ARE REALLY FUNNY & CUTE 🤭💦💕 I'm OK with that, it's your ART, they are 'your version' & I LOVE THEM 🤩‼️🏅 Let's cover the haters with chocolate to make them the food for Venom-blop to make him MORE wonderful! 😎✨🍫👊💥

hey everyone has their own personal preferences so it’s totally ok! asfkagj thank you so much! glad you liked it! <33333

AND YEAAAAA!!

[reifromrfa]

Magic Moments: A Weasley Twins One-shot

Happy New Year, everyone!!! 

This is my Secret Santa gift to @rozenwaffle ! <3 Not MM, but I really love the Weasley twins! I hope you like it <3 

It was glorious.

The slow graceful motion of their youngest brother as the snowball thwacks against his cheek, the skin of his face rippling like a million ocean waves. The way his body free falls into the powdered snow, his open mouth being stuffed with beautiful white ice.

Fred and George snicker as they lean against the opposite sides of a tree, watching Ron fumble around, lifting his head and spitting snow out of his mouth.

"Fred! George! You foul gits!" Ron scrambles to his feet, eyes scanning the premises for the twins. When his eyes zone in on them, he's too late. Another snowball arcs across the air and lands on his face, the impact and his unsteady footing making him fall into the icy sea again.

The twins let out a sigh and shake their heads in mock sadness.

"What do you think, George?"

"I dunno, Fred. This one seems to be lacking in the brains department."

"Could it be because--"

"--we dropped him when he was a baby?"

Ron hobbles to his feet but the twins raise their wands and flick them towards their brother. Snow hovers into the air, forming two round balls before zooming towards the youngest male Weasley. Ron dodges one, but gets slammed right on his forehead with the other.

Fred sighs. "What."

"A."

"Disappointment," both twins say together.

"Oh leave him alone. You two are bullies." Ginny says as she passes by from feeding the chickens.

"We can't help it." Fred speaks up.

"He's an easy target." George pipes up.

"And besides..."

"He needs to toughen up."

"Be a man."

"Well he can also be a woman."

"We'd still accept him."

"Little Rona."

"Ronnie."

"Rosemary Alexandria Maria Dorothy Elizabeth Wumpykins."

"The Third."

Ginny shakes her head but she can't help the smile at her older brothers' antics. They are so silly, so outrageous. Two identical trouble-makers. Some twins strove hard to be different. But with Fred and George, they seemed to want to be identical in every way possible...if only to confuse and play pranks on the gullible victims.

Ron finally manages to get up and he scoops up a handful of snow, eyes focused on the two smirking faces gazing back at him. The twins aren't even moving from their position, their postures relaxed as they stare down their brother, watching as Ron decided who he would aim for.

Ron's gaze finally lands on George, but as the ball flies towards the younger twin, George merely ducks and straightens, the frozen slush landing on the ground behind him.

"Going to have to do better than that, Ron."

Fred chuckles but suddenly his face feels cold, the shock of the cold ice making him push himself off the tree, running a hand down his face. Ginny is already scooping up another handful of snow, rolling it around her hands traditionally, without the use of magic.

"SABOTAGE!" George bellows, kicking off the tree and running to the side of the yard. He bends down as he runs, filling his hand with snow before chucking it behind him, at his sister.

But Ginny dodges it easily, sprinting across the snow in chase of her brother. She gasps though when ice hits the back of her neck, some of it rolling down her shirt.

"Don't let your guard down, sis!" Fred snickers behind her, rolling another ball and aiming for Ron. Said Weasley is scooping up handfuls of snow, rolling them together to create a bigger counter-attack. However, when he throws it, Fred runs diagonally. Thus, Ron's ball meets the ground once again.

Ron is further annoyed when he hears Fred and George's laughs being carried by the wind. Quickening his pace, Ron closes the gap then hurls his body forward, tackling his older brother to the ground.

"Man down!" George shouts, doing a U-turn and running towards his two brothers, who were rolling around. Ginny hurls an attack at her brother and George lets out a strangled cry as the small round ball of ice hits his arm. “Another man down! Ahhhhh I’m hit, Fred!” George does a dramatic twirl then proceeds to free fall onto the powdery snow, making Ginny laugh at her brother's antics.

"George, NOOOOO!" Fred exclaims just as dramatically. With renewed energy, he hurls his younger brother off him and crawls to his twin, the entire scene making the two younger Weasleys snort and chuckle.

"Go on without me, Fred." George says, feigning a cough.

"No! Don't talk like that, George! We still need to nick that singing cauldron from Filch's office and place under Snape's bed!"

"No...I...I can't, Fred. It's too late for me. You need to finish our lifelong goal...solo."

"I won't accept it! I won't!" Fred clutches his brother's body and Ginny is howling in laughter, clutching her stomach as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Good...bye...Fred." George closes his eyes and his body goes limp.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Fred roars in exaggerated slow motion, shaking his fist at the sky.

"Oy! Stop screaming I'm trying to sleep!" George tells him. In a heartbeat, the younger twin's fingers form into a fist, snow trapped in his hands. Then he slams the ball into his brother's face with a war-cry. Fred drops his twin's body, the cold slush jolting his system. He spits out the snow that got into his mouth and scrambles to his feet, George already running towards the house.

"I'll get you for this, George!"

Ron finally manages to land hits on his brothers, but by this point, the siblings are all laughing, tossing balls at each other.

There's nothing particularly amazing about the moment. Having a snowball fight in the middle of winter is actually the most cliche activity that teenagers could do. But to the siblings, everything in that exact moment feels magical.

After sometime, the four Weasleys lay on their backs in the snow, each looking at the twilight sky. They're catching their breaths, cheeks flushed, their clothes and hair dusted with snow. Fred found himself wishing for more moments like this…there’s something extraordinary in the most ordinary acts. And everyday should always be made into an extraordinary one.

“We should head back inside, mum will be calling for us soon.” Ginny remarks, sitting up and brushing off her coat.

“Yeah. I’m starving.” Ron adds, getting to his feet.

Fred and George are about to do the same when they hear a voice.

“What are you all doing there? You’ll drag snow into the house and you’ll have to clean up the mess,” comes Percy’s annoyed tone.

The twins look at each other. A mischievous smile is mirrored in each other’s faces —identical deviants.

“Say Percy…” Fred says, his hand slowly closing on the snow beneath him. George does the same.

“…would you care…”

“…for a…”

“…snowcone?”

The twins sit up, reel back their arm and throw their balls. Right into Percy’s irritated face.

It was glorious.  

The slow graceful motion of their uptight brother as the snowball thwacks against his cheek, the skin of his face rippling like a million ocean waves. The way his body free falls into the powdered snow, his open mouth being stuffed with beautiful white ice.

“Run for it, Fred!”

“Right behind you, George!”

Happy 2019, guys! :D Cherish every moment with loved ones <3 

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[choisandwichweek]

I feel so bad!! Why did not I find out about this before? How sad! 😭💕

You can still participate! The week may be over, but our love for Choi Sandwich is forever. 

Everyone feel free to keep tagging us in your Choi Sandwich creations! We will happily reblog your work. 

[kinlkeyl]

Don't feel guilty. Rest and fun it's important too. You need to be refreshed to make a good work in all you want! I have vacations too ((but it is principally for a leisure)), so I can tell you: you deserve it!! ^∆^

Thank youuuuu ♥ I’ll refresh myself and comeback with better arts!!

[rozenwaffle]

Alguna vez, la Navidad fue mi segunda epoca favorita del año. Cada año lo intentaba una y otra vez, pero cuando tratas de que los seres queridos demuestren cuanto se quieren, estas fechas son las peores para demostrar cuán equivocados podemos estar.

Hace dos años que perdí el sentido de autosatisfacción y ansias por que la Navidad llegue, sentí el abandono, desprecio y despreocupación por mi ser de parte de mi nueva familia (habiendo sido apartada de la primera anteriormente), con quién he vivido por casi 10 años... y esta no fue la primera, pero si la última en la que me sentí abandonada por todos los presentes.

Ahora, y como la mitad de todo lo que hago en mi vida, trabajo para la felicidad de otros, sin pensar en mi y es más tranquilo, sin ansiedad ni esperanza... solo un descanso laboral con buffet más.

Si mi historia parece muy triste, tú que la lees, piensa: quizás halla alguien cerca de ti pasando por lo mismo. Busquemos reavivar niños y no crear duendes cada Navidad. Abraza, Ama, Adorna, Ayuda, Baila, Cocina, Come, Coopera, Juega, Participa... que se contagien las sonrisas, ese es mi deseo para ustedes esta Navidad.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Once, Christmas was my second favorite time of the year. Every year I tried again and again, but when you try to show that loved ones show how much they love each other, these holidays are the worst to show how wrong we can be.

Two years ago I lost the sense of self-satisfaction and yearning for Christmas to come, I felt the abandonment, contempt and disregard for my being from my new family (already having been previously removed from the first), with whom I have lived for almost 10 years ... and this was not the first, but if the last one in which I felt abandoned by all present.

Now, and like half of everything I do in my life, I work for the happiness of others, without thinking about myself and it is more peaceful, without anxiety or hope ... just a work break with more buffet.

If my story seems very sad, you who read it, think: maybe you find someone close to you going through the same thing. Let's seek to rekindle children and not create elves every Christmas. Embrace, Love, Adorn, Help, Dance, Cook, Eat, Cooperate, Play, Participate ... make smiles, that's my wish for you this Christmas.

[rozenwaffle]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Cutie Pie ... ergo: @rillynyanstar