#Daily dormitory cat life

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猫猫搬家记录，宝宝们真的好乖啊

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The Cat

Mattheo Riddle x Reader 

Summary: The one where Mattheo welcomes an unexpected visitor in his dormitory, which eventually leads to a confession from his side. 

Warnings: yyyhhh, not really, no; some feisty cat tho 

Word Count: 1.2k 

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Mattheo cranked the handle of the shower, releasing the hot jet of water on his body. Today was positively ghastly, and he wanted to wash the emotions and memories off of him. He planned on taking a few minutes of a good read of a Daily Prophet and then plunging under the blanket where he would be able to, hopefully, forget the horror of the day.

Life, however, had even more advancing events for him to deal with because when he finally shut the stream off, he heard a jangle coming from his bedroom, the room to which the bathroom was adjoined. He suddenly froze, stock-still. 

For a moment he admonished himself for being such a weakling, therefore, he quickly recovered from his momentary trans. On autopilot, and because he wasn’t sure what to expect, he threw on some robes and exited the bathroom.

Yet before he could take one step forward, something big and furry flung to his feet. He let out a surprised howl but soon discerned that the enigmatic object actually turned out to be a fat, shabby cat with flamboyant ginger hair and a bizarre froufrou collar on its neck. Quickly recovering from the shocker and the howl, which he definitely won’t be chronicling over his family dinner, he bent over the pet and took it in his arms.

“Well, well... if you aren’t a treat for heart,” he said with a few droplets of water trickling on the cat’s fur. It hissed in dissatisfaction at which Mattheo chuckled. He scrutinized the froufrou collar yet again and noticed the printed, golden word on it which showcased ‘Henrietta’ in the cursive. “Your owner clearly must hate you, Henrietta...”

The cat hissed again, and Mattheo wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of disagreement or not, but he liked to arrogate that as long as the cat was in his arms, it agreed with his opinion.

How had the cat entered his bedroom, or why would it do it in the first place, he didn’t know. But the bond between them flourished as Mattheo stroked it a few times and was rewarded with a great, vibrating purr in response.

“Okay, let’s get you on the bed, buddy.” Stiffly, he put it on the bed with which the cat seemed to be extremely dissatisfied as it hissed again. “You didn’t possibly expect me to cradle you around all night, right? The privilege is only reserved for my cigarettes...”

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with this situation next but the resolved it probably wouldn't help with him walking around butt naked. He almost reached the bathroom to change to his regular, nightly attire, but a knock came to the door.

“For Merlin’s Sake...”

As the door swung open, it revealed a girl, an absolutely dazzling one, who Mattheo had been pinning after for a few months now - Y/N. She still had the school robes on her which she enhanced with some sew-on, muggle badges, and she was wrenching both of her hands like a small child summoned to solve a task in from of the entire class. She smiled at him coyly, and Mattheo was suddenly very aware that nothing but a thin layer of cloth prevented him from fully stripping in front of her.

To be fair, he wouldn’t have minded that at all.

“Hey, sorry to... intrude. But I have been looking all over for my cat and-” She halted in the middle of the sentence as she noted Henrietta casually stretched on Mattheo’s bedsheets, staring at its owner as though it revealed a Royal Flush on the poker table. “There you are, you stupid creature! What are you doing here?”

She crouched down, evidently waiting for the cat to approach her but it made no move whatsoever nor expressed any desire of being relocated. When Y/N made the reproachful expression and hushed at it a couple of times, only then did it finally get a grip that there was no option of a sleepover.

As soon as the cat prowled over to her feet, Y/N picked it up and swiftly faced Mattheo in the standing position again. She smiled at him. “I’m sorry about that. I hope Henrietta didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

Mattheo leaned over at a jamb, arms folded together. “No, of course not.” He shook his head lightly, and they both stood there grinning at each other and the absurdity of the situation they were shoved into.

“So, I think I should get going...”

But before she was able to move, Mattheo spouted off: “Don't you think I should get some kind of reward for finding your cat?”

Y/N sniggered, looking at him with amusement in her eyes. “Did you really find her? Or was it just a stroke of luck that she sauntered into your dormitory?”

At that, Mattheo smirked. He loved that someone was able to match his level of teasing. And he loved the way the corners of her lips curved, exposing a little dimple in one of her cheeks. “Technicalities.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but decided to give in to his conditions. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Go on the date with me,” he said it. Matter-of-factly. It actually cost him a much greater deal than he made the impression of; his throat went dry, and his heart picked up on the rabbit speed. And yet he was still leaning on the jamb, a smirk adorning his countenance and daring to look Y/N straight in the eyes as if it was one of the most obvious answers to that question.

That she seemed to not expect because at first, she snorted, but then apprehended that Mattheo wasn’t going to join her in laughter, thus she started goggling with a jaw hanging in consternation. That had a strangely amusing effect on Mattheo who, despite his tense body, managed to look casual. “You? On a date? With me? Do you even know who I am?”

“You are Y/N, and presumably, you are the owner of the strangely-named cat...”

“Hey! Henrietta is a very beautiful name. Have you not read ‘Persuasion’?” When Mattheo shook his head, Y/N let out a little squeak of disbelief. The cat peered at her with annoyance. “It’s only one of the greatest books ever! It’s muggle but still, something to catch up on.” 

Mattheo contemplated her face for a few seconds before the idea sprung up to his mind. “How about...” he started. “I take you to ‘Flourish and Blotts’ this weekend, and we can go over a few chapters together. Or we can go to the ‘Three Broomsticks’ and then you would tell me all about Henrietta?”

The robust blush spread over Y/N's cheeks. She set her face downcast, but a grin, even from that cant, was visible on her lips. “Only under one condition.” 

“And what is that?” asked Mattheo with a brow raised.

“You won’t poke fun at the name Henrietta ever again.” She simpered at him and that, Mattheo thought, was the sight he could admire on a daily basis.

“You got yourself a deal there, Y/N.” He extended the hand on which Y/N shook, and they both beamed at one another.

Later that night, Mattheo thought that thanks to the bloody cat, his days turned out to be one of his greater achievements, after all.

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Back To School Fest (Part 1)

Back To School Fest 2024:

river bones by Molivier - E, WIP - A shoulder bumps into hers. It should mean nothing, not worth a second thought. The touch should not even register to her. But it reverberates through her, rippling through her entire body until the aftershock is transferred to the ground beneath. Hermione’s teeth sink into her lower lip—lateral incisors scraping against flesh, molars pinching the sides of her tongue, sharp and pointy—holding back the pained gasp that threatens to loosen from her at the slight contact. “Fuck,” a voice seethes, and she instantly places him. Her eyes open and he’s there—tall, blonde, brooding and looming in her space. Or: Not everyone comes back from the war. Those who do return are changed.

Last Orders by InkyRibbons - not rated, WIP - The war is over and eighth year has begun at Hogwarts. When McGonagall decides to elect four students to Head Prefects, Hermione Granger finds herself sharing a dormitory with Luna, Ernie… and Draco Malfoy. Still recovering from the scars the war inflicted, Hermione is soon living and working alongside the last person she ever intended to spend this much time with… let alone fall in love with? But Draco Malfoy is no longer the boy she remembers. And there’s just a chance he might turn out to be the man she needs.

The Unforgivables by Black_Phoenix22 - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts with his 19 year old son, Scorpius. Only this time it’s as the new professor of the dreaded Defence Against the Dark Arts. After years away in France he has been acquisitioned to help Hogwarts move into a new era. The challenge isn’t the teaching, it's figuring out how to navigate Hogwarts with his son and his blossoming relationship with a very determined young witch. That’s a whole different wardrobe full of Boggarts. Hermione Granger has let life slip by. She’s a barrister at a respected Wizarding firm, a mother to Rose, and contemplating adopting a cat. When a certain wizard from her past throws her world into a spin the only thing she has to look forward to is Parent’s Night.

Serpents & Skulls by Wanderingfair  - E, WIP - Hermione Granger is an above average student at Hogwarts University. She excels in her classes, contributes to the school newspaper the Daily Gryffindor, and spends an inordinate amount of energy ignoring posh little prats like Draco Malfoy who she absolutely isn't harboring a lingering crush on. When a mystery begins to unfold involving the school's most arcane secret society she finds she can't avoid getting pulled into the alluring world of the Serpents & Skulls. A Dark Academia Muggle AU

Things You Can't Learn From Books by So_scarlett_maroon - E, WIP - When Hermione takes an after-school job at Flourish Blots, she thinks she's signing up for freedom, independence and time amongst the cozy shelves of her favorite store. She soon discovers her job isn't at all what she'd hoped. Not only is she stuck in a dark and dusty back room, but she's forced to work with Draco Malfoy. He's just as much of prat as she remembers from before the war, but something is different about him. Maybe there are some things he can teach her that she can't learn from books.

Healing Hands by telltale_signs - E, WIP - Back to school for a final eighth year. Headmistress McGonagall has made quite a few changes to the school's curriculum. Advanced electives, sex education and on top of that, a shared common room for the eighth years. or: How Draco learns to talk about sex (and his feelings), Hermione discovers her penchant for massages, and Theo his true sexual orientation.

Veil of Unity by Serpent_Sortia - E, WIP - Forced back to Hogwarts after the end of the war, the teachers are determined to put house division behind them, unfortunately for one Draco Malfoy, the students aren't completely on board. How will this former Death Eater navigate the halls and what will happen when his preoccupation with a certain Golden Girl devolves into obsession?

Through the Looking Glass by byanca_black - E, one-shot - Just as she felt herself edging toward release, he pulled back with a wicked glint in his eyes, like he knew exactly how close she was to unravelling. "Tell me, Granger," he growled, "I need to know when this started for you." The gang returns to Hogwarts for their eighth year post-war and throws a party in the Room of Requirement. Draco and Hermione finally confront the tension that's been building between them.

Color Me Red by des_reads7 - E, one-shot - The four houses of Hogwarts: Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. Each house has held some type of rivalry since the founding of Hogwarts. There is one time of year when all four houses can celebrate together and that’s at the school’s unofficial after-party that’s held in the Forbidden Forest after the sorting hat ceremony. There are two rules: only seventh years are allowed to attend (and in this case the returning students from the Battle of Hogwarts) and each person must wear a glowing necklace that indicates if they’re single (green), taken (red), single and open to all genders (yellow), and not interested (blue). What color of necklaces will everyone show up wearing?

hide and seek by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - “Granger, come out, come out whether you are.” Hermione’s movements are careful and slow. She was calculated as she backed further against the shelves before she found a dead end. She was stuck. Moments away from being discovered by her hunter, while she was a pathetic panting prey waiting for her end.

Romance on the Train by Franzi945 - M, one-shot - An unexpected proposal on the train ride back to Hogwarts, to their eight year, changed much for Hermione and started her healing journey after the war. Three different train rides give glimpses of this journey, to new friendships and a bit of romance.

A Sign of True Unity by RavenclawViking - M, one-shot - When Hermione needs to go back to Hogwarts for the celebration of the 1st anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts painful memories lurk in every shadow.

Keeping Up Appearances by MScrap54 - E, one-shot - When Hermione returns for 8th year and catches a professor and a student having an affair, she decides to use the knowledge to her advantage. She always gets what she wants. [Draco/Hermione/Remus] [WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON, DARK ELEMENTS]

Quiet: A Hogwarts Love Story by Lexxus - E, 10 chapters - A story about two former opponents whose return to Hogwarts for their eighth year sparks a year-long romance that is the beginning of a brand new life. [or: Hermione and Draco, both carrying trauma from the war, find healing in love, the stars, and the quiet.]

Free Electives by Ohmorefina - E, WIP - Five years after the end of the war, Hermione Granger is ready to take the next step in her Ministry career. But when her application for head of her department is denied, she quickly learns that despite her impressive resume, she never technically graduated from Hogwarts. Begrudgingly accepting her fate, she registers for some elective courses offered at her would be alma mater -- only to find she's not the only one from her class needing the credits. Or Hermione is forced to go back to school and finds a very different institution awaits.

A Moment's Surrender by watchyoubreathingout - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy was dying, and for reasons she didn’t want to examine, Hermione Granger decided she needed to save him. A Dramione Eighth Year story including lots of angst, hurt, and healing.

Try Me by newtonn - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy had never thought he would end up at Hogwarts again. But after Headmistress McGonagall owled him not once, not twice (on his birthday, of all days), and not thrice, but fourteen times, he could no longer ignore her offer.

A Win-Win by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - An intentionally placed body swap potion leaves Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy stuck in each other's bodies. She refuses to leave Draco alone to have unfettered access to her body. Draco, however, has other plans.

Smoke and Mirrors by allslowadagio - E, WIP - The saying usually goes, where there's smoke, there's fire. Well in this case, where there's smoke...there's weed? OR Draco is determined to help Hermione unmask the school's famed recreational drug dealer and because he's an idiot in love, he'll do anything for her.

Whispers in the Library by LoreChic - E, one-shot - In the depths of the Hogwarts library, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy share a secret that no one would ever expect. As the war-torn school year comes to a close, their stolen moments in the library offer solace and healing from the scars of the past. What began as a tentative truce has blossomed into an intimate connection, where the world outside fades away, and they find peace in each other’s arms. As they navigate the complexities of their feelings, they discover that love can flourish even in the most unexpected places.

[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 6

Characters: HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki  

"In fact, ain't it harder to figure out what we're even missin'?"

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Season: Spring

Location: Café Cinnamon

HiMERU: Shiina has shared an uncharacteristically well-thought-out opinion, huh.

Kohaku: Yeah, insights from folks with experience in other fields can be valuable. As for me, other than bein' an idol, all I know's the dirty work I did back home. HiMERU-han, you also—

HiMERU: —HiMERU is an idol nurtured in an axenic culture. Though, as a hobby, he has dabbled in things like stocks and handling numbers.

Essentially, he only knows about being an idol, so it's interesting to hear experiences from other professions.

Niki: That's why I'm thinking, maybe a lot of people feel the same way?

Thanks to ES, idol stuff's gotten way more attention. But for us regular people, idols are still these mysterious aliens, y'know?

Kohaku: Now hold on, don't lump yourself in with "regular people." You're an idol too, aren'tcha?

Niki: Yeah. But that's why idols are so rare and intriguing to everyone. It's probably why there's interest in JoyLife as well.

You can see dogs and cats everywhere just by walking around town, but if you wanna see lions or pandas, you've gotta go to the zoo.

Lions aren't all that different from cats, but seeing that first-hand might make you feel like you've gained something?

Kohaku: No, wait, lions and cats are real different.

Niki: They taste the same!

HiMERU: Ultimately, the conversation developed in a very "Shiina-like" manner—both understandable, yet perplexing at the same time.

Niki: Ehh? But for once, I thought I was being logical, y'know? Logical!

Kohaku: Still, that was a pretty clear metaphor. Yeah, I mighta caught the same bug as that apprentice chef in your story.

Niki: The so-called May Blues! [1] Nahaha ♪

Kohaku: Yup, that's right... Even though I knew from the start that reality and ideals don't always match up...

But... I know I'm soundin' obstinate, but I just can't accept it. Seriously, why're JoyLife and PBB so popular?

I get that's how trends work, but it feels like everyone's just up and lost their minds...

Is it just that everyone says it's interestin', so they convince themselves it is?

Look, the latest JoyLife episode just got uploaded.

HiMERU-han. You're surprisingly stubborn, so I reckon you won't change your mind. But could ya watch this one more time and give it a calm, honest judgment?

Just to see if it's really all that entertainin'.

HiMERU: Hm. The latest episode... Umm, let's see, what was it that we did?

Kohaku: Well, it's JoyLife, so nothin' too special. Last time, all we did was pick out some furniture for livin' together...

Niki: It's kinda a follow-up from the last episode, so it's probably easier to get if you start there. I think I watched it, but I can't remember a thing about it.

Kohaku: When it's over, you don't remember a thing—it's 'bout as dull as plain lukewarm water... Welp, whatever. I'll just pull it up on my phone, then~?

Let's go with Niki-han's suggestion, since he's been strangely reliable today, and start with the last episode ♪

Location: Department Store's Furniture Area

<Kohaku & HiMERU's Daily Joyful Cohabitation Life: Episode 6 - Epic Fight at the Shopping Mall Arc~!>

Kohaku: "It's Kohaku's~♪"

HiMERU: "And HiMERU's~♪"

Kohaku & HiMERU: "Daily joyful cohabitation life~♪"

HiMERU: "So, we've come to the nearby shopping mall to get some furniture."

"We'll need some household appliances and such for our cohabitation, right?"

Kohaku: "But there was already a decent bit of stuff in the room they set up for us. There's a bed, a dresser... In fact, ain't it harder to figure out what we're even missin'?

HiMERU: "There weren't any cooking utensils, however. Not even a microwave, nor a knife or cutting board."

Kohaku: "We could just go back to Seisoukan to eat."

[Seisoukan refers to a dormitory where male idols affiliated with ES live together.]

Kohaku: "Or, we could just summon Niki-han. He'd happily whip up some delicious food for us."

Location: Café Cinnamon

Niki: Oh, my name popped up! Right, right... So, I got really happy, or rather, it startled me a bit, and it made me stop cooking for a sec.

Kohaku: So you really do watch the show while you're cookin'...

Niki: That's how most people do it, right? Time's tight, so they just let it play in the background while they're busy with other stuff.

The only ones glued to the screen are the hardcore fans, I bet.

Kohaku: That's not somethin' I wanted to find out... We work our tails off on these shows, hopin' folks'll watch them with passion and excitement, not as background noise.

Niki: Just like I cook every meal, hoping people will enjoy them to the max ♪

Kohaku: .........

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Gogatsubyou (May Blues) is a social phenomenon in which students or employees feel depressed from coping with the stress of change and having to adjust to the start of routine life.

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In the Shadow of his Memory

Chapter 1–Ghosts

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings: graphic violence, morally grey sebastian, morally grey reader, angst, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 927

Summary: It's been 10 years since you were faced with that awful decision: turn Sebastian in for casting an unforgivable curse or lie for him.

You chose to lie for him and take his secrets to your grave, but that wasn't enough-the authorities found out soon after and Sebastian went on the run.

You never stopped loving him and when an unexpected visitor arrives in your home in the dead of night, you realize he never stopped loving you either.

There it was again.

You sat bolt upright in bed, having been awoken again by some unexplained noise coming from outside your window.

It couldn't have been a pedestrian, you lived far enough away from the main Hogsmead foot traffic that it would've been unusual for someone to have accidentally wandered by your window.

Even tipsy patrons leaving The Three Broomsticks and wandering off the main road.

Carrot, your fluffy orange cat yawned and stretched out his front paws, also awoken, but for him, it was because you got out of bed and disrupted the blankets. He glared at you sleepily as you lit a candle and walked to the window.

Nothing but moonlight peered back at you from the small window and you felt like you were going crazy.

You sat back down on the edge of the bed and let your head drop into your hands. You'd been dreaming of him again.

Sebastian.

It had been 10 years since that night in the slytherin dormitory when Sebastian made his escape. 10 years since you watched the love of your life disappear, never to be seen again.

And he truly was the greatest love of your life. Sure other men had come and gone over the last few years. And there were even some that you'd cared deeply for, but no one that you would ever love like him.

The memory of Sebastian hung in your mind like a ghost that never gave you peace.

Because you knew he was still out there somewhere. If he'd have died, surely a body would've been recovered by now. And if he'd been arrested, they'd have plastered it all over the Daily Prophet.

No, he was alive, you could feel it.

Gravel crunched just outside your door and this time Carrot heard it too.

So, you weren't crazy. Someone or some thing really was out there.

You swung your house coat on over your thin cotton night gown and pulled it tight to stave off the cold air.

Embers from last evening's fire burned low in the hearth, but they weren't enough to warm the late night chill.

Carrot watched you retrieve the candle from your nightstand and walk to the door, your wand in your other hand and at the ready.

The door handle was cold in your hand, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest.

You took a deep breath and swung the door open wide with your wand raised.

Nothing.

There was no one or nothing there. Just the quiet empty street.

You sighed in relief but before you could close the door, Carrot darted outside.

"CARROT!" You hissed. "Get back here!"

But the cat was gone.

You groaned in aggravation, "Accio slippers."

Your house shoes flew into your hands and you slipped them on your feet as you ran out the door after the cat.

"Carrot!" You called as you watched his fluffy tail disappear into the forest.

The Forbidden Forest.

"Why?!" You complained as you ran after the cat.

"Accio."

"Levioso"

"Arresto Momentum"

Spell after spell danced passed the cat. Ugh magical companions and their abilities. If he didn't want to be caught, he wouldn't be.

"Arres— ow"

The smell of dirt and decaying leaves engulfed your senses as you found yourself face down on the forest floor.

You'd tripped over something.

Your hands dug into the soft ground as you pushed yourself up. To your horror, you realized it was a spiderweb that you'd gotten tripped up on.

The web was tangled around your ankle and before you could utter a word to free yourself, something sharp pierced your shoulder.

An acromantula venom dart.

The acromantula scuttled toward you as more of the enormous spiders burrowed up from the ground.

"Confringo!" You yelled, and a bright beam of red burst out of your wand and hit one of the spiders. The beam broke into two more beams and hit two of the others next to the first.

They flipped over onto their backs and screeched.

You managed to free your legs with incindio but by the time you stood, you were fully surrounded.

You hadn't faced this formidable of a foe since your time At Hogwarts. But that time you had help from—

It didn't matter. You could do this.

You cast spell after spell, including a few unforgivable curses, and the spiders fell one by one.

As you faced off with the final spider, you couldn't help but notice it was more intelligent than the others. It moved differently.

Almost as if it were being controlled?

No that couldn't be.

You raised your wand to deal the death blow but the spider was faster. It slung out its web onto a nearby tree limb, ripping the limb free and bringing it down on top of you.

Everything went black.

When you came to, you realized it was morning and you were back in your bed.

Back in your bed??

You sat up but your head ached where the limb had hit you.

As you reached up to inspect the wound, you felt a bandage covering it.

You ran to the nearest mirror and as sure as the sun shone, someone had dressed your wound and brought you back home.

Your slippers sat next to the front door, muddy, your house coat hung on its hook, ripped from the fight with the spiders. And Carrot lay curled at the foot of your bed sleeping soundly.

Who did this?

Whoever they were, must've left the same way they arrived:

Like a ghost.

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Life of Satan in Heartslabyul Dormitory

Context in the fanfic: Upon arriving in Twisted Wonderland, Satan will turn into a cat outside Heartslabyul Dormitory. However, he will change back to normal upon going back to the dormitory.

With Yuu/Yuki:

Satan will mostly be forced to leave Yuu/Yuki due to his inability to do human actions as a cat.

He will visit Ramshackle to observe Yuu/Yuki's daily life.

Satan wlll use Yuu/Yuki's library pass to borrow books.

Yuki will have to borrow at least 20 books a day because of Satan.

"uGH TOO heavy."

He will be a cat dad to Grim probably as a cat.

With Riddle Rosehearts:

Satan will be known as Riddle's black cat in NRC.

Satan and Riddle will have a bonding activity of reading law books and other heavy textbooks.

They will also have tea as well?

He will be the unofficial Cat Warden of the Dorm because he and Riddle have similar temper tantrums.

Satan wiill always stick around Riddle in case he needs to fight or use magic.

Because Riddle is his magic battery.

Satan will be the cure to probably calm down Riddle since he can control Riddle's angry emotions.

Satan will probably go with Riddle at Christmas Break to be free at school for once.

And he will teach Riddle how to rebel against his own mother.

with pranks

With Ace Trappola:

Ace will call him Tantan to make fun of him.

Ace will probably ask for a duel because he's a demon

Ace will annoy the shit out of Satan as a cat.

Without Riddle, he would bully Satan 24/7.

Satan will probably be pissed at Ace for accidentally flirting with the MC/Yuu/Yuki

With Deuce Spade:

Deuce will ask Satan to be his tutor because honor student

Satan accepts and was happy

Deuce would probably not get Satan's way of teaching.

Deuce will invite Ace, Grim and Yuu/Yuki in his lessons.

They won't get it still

Hence, sea anemones arc

With Trey Clover

Trey will be wary and distant probably cuz he's a demon.

Trey don't like Satan because he's draining Riddle's magic and using him as Battery.

Trey would question how on earth is Satan's bed covered in books?

But despite all that, Trey will give Satan some apple pie and tea.

With Cater Diamond

Cater will provide cat clothes and necessities for Satan's needs.

A thousand cat pictures for Cater's magicam.

They will be bunkmates.

Cater will also ask why on earth is his bed covered in books.

Cater will also compliment and ask where did Satan get his nails done.

[vilithshaven]

Can you do a headcannon Giyu Tomioka x Human Reader x Malleus Draconia? In which reader ended up in the world of Kimetsu No Yaiba during the Mount Natagumo Arc? In which Giyu fell in love with her. Love at first sight. (Spoiler alert: Malleus was like that with reader). After mission, before their trial before Sanemi could do something to her. He was thrown back by a giant black dragon lol.

A Dragon and Hashira's first love

(Name) did not expect to get thrown into a whole new world and almost killed right after, but at least she met a nice guy who rescued her. Even as nice as he is, all she wants to do is get back to NRC.

Words: 4,230

TW: Blood

Sorry this took so long, I only realized after I finished this that you requested a headcanon..well, here's a one shot instead. I really hope you like it!

-Vin

The dim flicker of a green flame candle casted a shadow across the stone walls of the Diasomnia dormitories, two dark figures could be seen in the shadows as they chatted with one another. The horns protruding out of one of the shadows head could only be the third year leader of the dorm himself, Malleus Draconia.

The tall male had a smile on his face as he talked with the one and only "prefect" of NRC, this strange child of man brought upon fluttering feelings that he has never felt before.

His heart racing whenever he sees her, palms sweating and his stomach doing flips. He had asked Lilia what he was feeling and how these symptoms only came when he was around her, only for the vice leader to simply say he fell in love.

Malleus clung onto that word for weeks, he had no idea love could make one feel this way. He couldn't help but fantasize about their marriage, her being his queen when he is crowned, how their married life would be like, all these sudden realizations started making him flustered around her.

His strange behavior was quickly caught on by the woman and when he was asked about it, he did not admit his true feelings. He wanted to confess to her in a more romantic way and had already started planning with Lilia, whom was very supportive.

The two of them often had late night chats such as this one, typically Malleus would visit her at Ramshackle but she had requested to be brought over to his dormitory since she barely gets to see it with how busy she is at NRC. He was aware of the fact that during the day she was around everyone else, being pulled in every direction to help out in order to stay here. The dragon took some pride in the fact that he was the only one who was able to have her at night though, due to his more nocturnal habits.

"You would make a wonderful mother, child of man" His statement made her giggle slightly.

She was rambling on about Grim's behavior and how much he resembles a small rebellious toddler. She took care of the little cat well, making sure he was fed and not letting him get too hurt, even if the cat acted tough about it, she still believed he needed someone there.

"Oh Malleus, I think a human child would be a bit more difficult to raise than grim though" she brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed, the thought of her being a mother amused her.

"I don't even have a boyfriend!" Malleus only smiled as she said that, knowing very well there was no romantic partner in her life. He wouldn't ever tell her that he pushed some romantic interests away, or had Lilia "talk" to them.

Their chat ended short as the woman yawned and started getting up from the chair, sometimes he forgets she needs daily sleep unlike him. He could sit here all night talking with her but alas, she needed to sleep in order to have the energy to deal with Crowley tomorrow.

"Good night Malleus!" she waved goodbye as he responded the same and exited the dorm, leaving Malleus to his own thoughts.

The two of them seemed to be growing even closer to each other much to his delight. He silently walked back to his room, thoughts filled with his child of man.

The next day in Crewel's class, a certain duo was brewing up trouble. Ace and Deuce snickered as they poured a potion into a vial, the color changing from a sickly green to a deep blue, steaming out of the top before it settled down. Putting the cap on, they both waited till the end of class before bolting out the door and heading towards Ramshackle.

Their poor victim of choice was the only magicless being in NRC, thinking they could get away with it easily as the prefect could only chase after them. While running there, they unexpectedly ran into their unsuspecting victim. Both parties were shocked from almost slamming into each other and as the woman opened her mouth to speak, Ace popped open the cap of the vial and threw the potion onto her.

A scream was heard throughout the halls before it went completely silent, Ace and Deuce waited for the smoke to subside to see their success of transforming her into a bunny. Excitement was clear on their features only to be quickly swept away when all they saw was an empty space.

Panic quickly came over the duo, thinking about how much trouble they're in if anybody found out, they'd get punished by Crewel, forced to act like dogs for the man! And in a quick split second decision, they decided not to tell anybody. Nobody has to know if they figure out how to get her back before anyone asks where she is. A new goal set in their minds filling them with determination as they ran through the halls back to their dorms...though they have no idea where to start.

Little did they know, a certain third year was hanging upside down on the ceiling, doing his daily routine of watching the prefect. Upon Malleus's interest in her, Lilia had taken it upon himself to follow the girl around most of the day.

He only hummed and raised an eyebrow after witnessing their mishap, green smoke slowly covered the male before he disappeared from the hallway, his intentions to tell Malleus of what had just occurred. And how he knows exactly what to do.

Opening up her eyes, (name) saw only saw darkness, she felt a chilly wind breezing by causing the tiny hairs on her exposed skin to go up. She tried moving her aching body to sit up but a sudden dizziness made her stumble back down the ground. Her hearing was muffled from the potion, the only thing she could make out was the ringing in her ears and the harsh shaking from the trees above.

She took a few moments to collect herself before trying again and succeeding, her vision starting to clear letting her able to see the forest she landed in. It looked like a normal forest compared to the Ramshackle dormitory's, (name) assumed she was still in the same world for her own comfort and took out her phone.

Pressing the power button did nothing, which only meant it was dead. Sighing (name) pocketed her phone and decided to find a way out of the forest, her school uniform did little to help the freezing temperature at night. Her body trembled as she walked through the forest, stepping over fallen branches and dead bodies.

"?!" To (name)'s horror, there was a dead body infront of her, multiple dead bodies. It looked like they were mangled, cuts all over their bodies, arms and legs twisted in humanly impossible ways. Some of their necks were twisted backwards, and it was only then that she noticed some corpses were hanging in the trees.

She swallowed her fear and took a closer look, it appeared that the corpses were hung by white threads, almost resembling a spider's web. (Name)'s mind raced with all kind of possibilities as to what type of monster is capable of doing such a thing, a huge spider?, a humanoid spider?, maybe some kind of demon? She didn't want to find out.

A sudden sharp sting ran across her cheek causing her to gasp, bringing a hand up she felt a warm liquid drip down onto her fingers.

Blood.

She started to shake from fear seeing her blood on her fingers, the cut was to clean to be made by a hanging branch. Slowly turning around she saw two glowing eyes that stared right back at her, her eyes widened in terror as she completely froze. (Name) didn't know what to do, she was a human with no magical abilities, she could try running but she'd probably end up tripping over a dead body.

No matter how (name) looked at it, either way she'd die. Threads of white shot at her and she hopelessly attempted to dodge them by ducking down, only a few missed but the others grabbed onto arms and dug deep into her flesh. A scream left her mouth at the pain, the threads started to pull her into the pair of eyes, sharp sticks and rocks poking her skin as she tried to find grounding.

She could only scream and kick, her pleas of help fell only on the dead's ears. Her life started to flash before her eyes and she could only accept death, her time spent at NRC was one filled with joyous memories.

as she was wishing everyone well in the afterlife, she felt her arms go loose and her body flop to the ground. She kept her eyes tightly shut for she feared that if she opened them, she'd see the face of the monster who is about to kill her.

"You..you're okay now." A soft voice spoke.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a gorgeous shade of blue staring back. They both blinked at each other before the stranger grew red and looked away. Sitting up, (name) whimpered slightly at the pain which alarmed the male.

A hand helped her get on her feet before it was taken away in a hurry, she looked towards over the male noting his elegant features.

"Thank you.." she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from the amount of screaming she had just done.

The male nodded in response and stood there, (name), not knowing what to do decided to ask him a simple question.

"Can you..help me get out of this forest?"

The stranger tensed but quickly nodded and started walking away, taking that as a sign to follow him, (name) went after the male.

"May I know your name?" her sudden question startled the male, his shoulders shook as he turned his head away from her, the tips of his ears red.

"Tomioka Giyuu" He bluntly stated.

(Name) hummed in reply, giving him hers and figured he wasn't much of a talker so she kept it at that.

While walking towards the entrance of the forest, Giyuu suddenly stopped and looked back. (Name) tilted her head at his alertness before she was quickly pushed back behind a tree, she almost shouted in surprise if it wasn't for the pale hand that covered her mouth.

"I need you to stay here, I'll come back quickly" Giyuu ordered before running off. (Name) really had no choice but to stay where he left her, she didn't want to explore this forest alone with no weapon, as he had a sword to protect them both.

Leaning against the tree, she sighed and closed her eyes. She could faintly hear yelling, guessing that's where Giyuu must have gone. A harsh gust reminded her how cold it was outside and what she was wearing, crouching down she hugged her legs in an attempt to preserve some warmth.

(Name) waited with her head resting on her knees, not knowing how long it would take. At least she could admire the night sky, or the weird bug next to her feet. To pass the time she filled her head with thoughts of her friends back at NRC, wondering if they knew where she was and are coming to get her. She was starting to get that she wasn't in the same world anymore, the accents and clothing being something she has never heard or seen before at the school.

Leaves crunched behind her causing her to look behind the tree thinking it was Giyuu, only to be met with the sight of a dark haired woman.

"Oh? You don't look from around here." The woman hummed with a smile.

Shivers went down (name)'s spine, this woman's smile was cold and threatening, not to mention her sword was unsheathed with fresh blood coating the blade.

(Name) made no move to get up and greet the woman, she was not as friendly as Giyuu was even though they were wearing similar uniforms.

"(Name)!"

Both women looked up towards the voice and saw Giyuu running towards them, his face set in a glare. The new stranger only closed her eyes and grabbed the back of (name)'s clothing dragging her up and causing (name) to yelp in surprise. The grip thankfully wasn't hard, but it set Giyuu off.

"Now, now. You know this lost lady, Tomioka-san?", the new woman asked, taking note of the anger radiating off her fellow Hashira. "Don't you think she looks a bit strange? Especially with the demons around, and the weather..."

Giyuu clicked his tongue.

"She's lost, I was going to escort her back home"

The Insect Hashira stayed silent at his response and gently let go of the woman.

"Well she is clearly hurt, don't you think we should bring her back?"

Her words held a clear threat in them, her suspicion towards the oddly dressed woman only increasing at the sight of her wounds. Why would a citizen be in this forest anyways? Only slayers came here, and she was surely not wearing the slayer uniform.

Giyuu rushed to (name) and made sure she was alright before agreeing, he was worried about her wounds, not knowing how deep they were. She could use a change of clothes as well, he didn't pay attention at first (too distracted by her foreign looks) but he didn't recognize the clothing she was wearing, it looked like some type of uniform with how put together it is but none of that mattered when it was caked in dirt and blood.

(Name) grabbed Giyuu's arm making him blush, the unease she felt from the other woman made her seek out some sort of comfort.

"Oh my, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Shinobu Kocho." Though her words seemed friendly (name) could not help but grip Giyuu's arm tighter as she replied with a similar introductory.

"It seems like Tomioka-san has taken a liking to you." Shinobu started walking away letting the two of them follow while Giyuu flushed red, his fists clenched in embarrassment not knowing he was so obvious.

(Name) decided to stay silent at the bold claim, not really knowing how to respond. Shinobu could have just meant a friendly way, after all Giyuu did not seem like the most social type of person.

The next day, (name) woke up in the Butterfly Estate's hospital. Her clothes were changed for a simple yukata when she had first arrived and her wounds were healing nicely, but she was terrified. She was informed there would be a trial held for her, a similar one that they held for a boy just the day before.

Her eyes trailed over to the injured boy sleeping in the same room, with the state he was in when his trial was done..yeah she wasn't looking forward to hers.

A knock came through the door before a girl entered through, it was one of the girls here who helped the patients staying in the Butterfly Estate, easily being able to be spotted as such by the butterfly clip in her hair.

"You trial will begin soon, luckily your wounds aren't deep but I'll still warn them not do do anything too bad."

Her words alarmed (name), they were going to hurt her?! for magically appearing in a forest?! It's not like she had a choice in the matter! It was Ace and Deuce who threw a potion at her!

Her panic was quickly noticed by the younger girl, who only sighed, she pitied the poor woman as it's clear she has no idea what's going on but her words will do nothing against the Hashiras.

Finishing up her possibly last daily check up, (name) reluctantly got up from the bed and headed outside, thankfully the same young girl guided her towards she needed to be, the estate's layout was more confusing to her than NRC's.

(name) was greeted by the sight of a group of people all dressed in a similar uniform with their own added touches. They all stared at her as she slowly started making her way towards them, she hid her trembling hands inside the sleeve of her yukata. Trying to keep her head high as Vil always told her to, the long and torturous lessons about posture and confidence came in handy for she did not want to show them her fear.

She stood across from them as an unbearing silence filled their surroundings, (name) did not dare to make a peep, instead choosing to stare the ground as she waited for what was to happen next.

Suddenly they all kneeled and she heard footsteps behind her making her turn her head towards the deck, a man came out with two young girls, presumably his daughters by the looks of it. She could easily see that the man was blind just from a quick glance, this must be the man the slayers follow by, as his presence alone made the group change their entire demeanor.

"Another trial begins.." was all the mysterious man said before chaos ensued.

"We have to do this again?"

"This one is not as flamboyant as the boy!"

"I heard Tomioka-san found her!"

"First the boy and now this Tomioka? What else are you hiding?"

They all spoke over one another, causing (name) to get slightly flustered, her mind barely being able to grasp what they were saying.

Her eyes darted to Giyuu who looked frustrated as a guy holding a snake taunted him and mocked his actions. (name) felt bad that he was pulled into this, helping her had gotten him into alot of trouble from his peers.

"Children, silence please." was that was needed to be said by the blind man before everyone went completely silent.

"(Name) correct? Shinobu had informed me of your name"

(Name) nodded, to stunned to speak up.

"You were found in Natagumo Mountain, despite not being a slayer. Could you explain why?" He asked

(Name) gulped before attempting to speak up.

"I just woke up there, I didn't even know where I was." Her voice came out in a whisper, she did not know if she could tell the whole truth about what had happened, for she might seem crazy to them.

"Hah? You don't know? you can't just randomly wake up on a mountain!" One of the men spoke up, he had scars all over his body and his face looked to be in a permanent frown.

His words spurred on the others to speak up with their thoughts.

"I think that is a flamboyant lie!"

"Maybe she was kidnapped?"

"If she was kidnapped, it would've been by a demon, and she would be dead right now."

The blind man brought his index finger up to his lips, silencing them all once again.

"I was informed you seemed out of place, where are you from?"

The question made her freeze, she couldn't tell them she was from another world, they already didn't believe a word she said.

"Oh that's right, my butterfly girls also found this strange rectangle item in her pocket!" Shinobu happily exclaimed as if she wasn't sending the poor woman to her early grave.

'Strange rectangle item? Is she talking about my phone?'

"So will Tomioka-san be taking responsibility for this one too?" A large man asked, he was the biggest and tallest man she's ever seen. Hell he was taller than her even on one knee!

Giyuu sighed before speaking.

"I will take all responsibility."

His statement shocked her, sure he was nice but they were complete strangers. His will to take full responsibility over a stranger made her admire his strength.

"Very well, Tomioka." The blind man spoke before heading back in.

(Name) only sighed in relief as she assumed that meant her trial was over, she looked over to Giyuu and caught him staring. Making eye contact he quickly looked away causing her to smile.

"Oi!" Someone shouted.

The scarred man stomped up to her and grabbed the collar of her yukata.

"You think I'm just going this accept this?!" He shouted in her face, (name) only closed her eyes in response and leaned back to avoid his spit.

"Sanemi! You don't handle a girl so roughly!" A female voice worriedly said and rushed up to the two of them.

The woman had bi-colored hair and was wearing her uniform a bit more..open than the others.

Her current predicament alarmed Giyuu who who quickly made his way over only to be stopped by two others.

"My, my. Tomioka-san, I never thought you would be so bold"

"A boy and a demon sister...now some suspicious stranger..you're weird Tomioka."

The water Hashira only glared and tried to get pass the two but they did not budge. Thankfully his height was taller than the two, so he could still keep an eye on (name). But as he looked over his eyes widened at Sanemi's actions.

(Name)'s feet were off the ground and the wind Hashira's sword was out, the other woman was trying to calm Sanemi down as to avoid hurting someone completely defenseless.

Out of nowhere a large shadow flew over them all, the darkness made them all look up as today was a pretty clear and sunny day.

(Name) opened her eyes at everyone's silence only to see them all gaping up at the sky, she looked up only to do the same.

There was a black dragon hovering over them, it's form looked slightly familiar. The horns curved in the same way as her Tsunotarou, the same bright green eyes stared down at them all before swooping down and landing on the ground.

It's tail quickly wiped out everyone, knocking them all away.

"What the hell?!" The group of slayers all pulled out their weapons, Giyuu rushed over to (name) and grabbed her up off the ground asking if she was okay.

(name) nodded in response to his question and continued staring at the dragon, for some reason she did not fear it. It's presence felt familiar and comforting.

As everyone else tried to attack the dragon, Giyuu was trying to take (name) back inside the building. Her protests fell on deaf ears, her feet dug into the ground in an attempt to stay outside. Grabbing onto the wooden railing she kept yelling at Giyuu who was only worried about her safety.

The large black dragon seemed to notice this and knocked the Hashira away from her, crashing him into the walls of the estate.

(Name) gasped and tried going over to Giyuu to see if he was alright, but before she could even take a step towards him, the dragon circled it's body around hers, curling around her form.

Green eyes stared back at her and it was only then that she realized who it was, her eyes watered as she brought a hand out to pat his head.

"Malleus" She softly spoke.

His tail thumped the ground in response, once again knocking the group of Hashiras away from them.

(name) did not question how Malleus found her, or how he got here. All she did was smile at the thought of going back to NRC and crawled onto the top of his head.

Slowly rising up from his position, Malleus flapped his wings causing a strong wind to push everyone back. The airborne dirt and rocks causing them to cover their eyes and look away.

He slowly rose up off the ground, making sure to be careful with (name) sitting on top of his head. Her grip tightened on his horns as they got higher into the air, looking down she could see the mess he left behind due to his dragon form, the estate's wall was crashed in and trees were knocked over making it seem like a battlefield.

"(Name)!" she heard Giyuu's voice shout, her eyes wandered over to him. His expression was one of heartbreak, she felt bad about leaving him so soon, especially after he went through so much from his peers just for her.

She could not focus on it much as Malleus quickly flew away, their forms becoming smaller and smaller till they completely disappeared completely. A light green smoke covered the two and (name) closed her eyes knowing what to expect next.

"It was a success! Good thing I still knew how to do that spell huh?" Lilia's voice rang through her ears.

Opening up her eyes she saw that she was back in the Diasomnia dormitory. A grunt was heard below her causing her to look down only to see Malleus underneath her back to his fae form.

"Oh!" (Name) quickly got off of him and stood up as Lilia laughed.

Malleus stood up and dusted himself off, scales still slightly decorated his skin upon from using his dragon form.

"I am glad you are safe (name)" He spoke sincerely and grabbed her hand, placing a light kiss upon it causing her to blush.

"I..thank you." Her voice came out in a whisper.

Lilia cackled at the two and their awkwardness, looking forward to the day when Malleus finally confesses after courting for so long.

[witcher-trash]

Weekly (?) Witcher Fic Recs 14

A Contract's a Contract, No Matter How Small (geralt/jaskier, aiden/lambert, mature, wip, 35k) Unexpected side effect of Jaskier praising witchers far and wide: children making the logical jump that witchers can handle ALL monsters. Including such subspecies as the under-the-bed variety. And, well, what are you supposed to say to a child who asks you to fight a monster for them?

A Helping Hand (aiden/lambert, explicit, complete, 7k, omegaverse) Lambert finds an unexpected heat coming on with no one around to help him through it, that is until a handsome alpha happens across his path. The only problem is that the alpha is a Cat Witcher and everyone knows that Wolves and Cats don't get along...right?

A Witcher's Plumage (coën/lambert, explicit, complete, 2k) Wolf witchers are the only ones who wear the old fashioned codpiece ensemble. It has an unexpected effect on Coën, and he's not sure how to deal with it.

Birds of a Feather (coën/erland, mature, complete, 4k) Erland had spent his ruts alone for many, many years now. Ever since... ever since. He was alone by choice, for he was never short of offers. Omegas fresh from their first year on The Path, who thought themselves wiser for their time in the world, would approach their Grandmaster with a bow, giving him their respect before they all said the exact same thing: “Grandmaster Erland, I offer my company. It would be an honor to assist you in your time of need.” But he always turned them away, always.

Lambert's Nightmare (coën/lambert, explicit, complete, 3k) The dreams had never fully abated for Lambert. They weren’t usually the vivid, violent ordeals of his boyhood, when he woke up screaming in the dormitories with Voltehre shaking his shoulders, his face creased in worry. It was as if age and the Path had worn away his sensitivity, leaving behind a callus to protect him from the worst of the horrors he faced on a daily basis. How could you stare down a wraith manifested from the abject cruelty of humanity with any part of a soul left? There was truth to the rumours of soulless Witchers, of that Lambert was certain. So much loss had hardened him to the prospect of losing his brothers on the Path. It was all part of the wider clusterfuck of being a witcher. But when Ciri arrived, they had started again. Or: Lambert experiences troubling dreams when Ciri arrives at Kaer Morhen and fears that her presence will only bring ruin and pain.

Little Bear (lambert/OC, lambert/grayson, explicit, complete, 8k) Getting to know his brother—his actual brother, not just a brother in arms like Geralt or Eskel—was the sort of thing Lambert never imagined for himself, someone who remembered and missed their mother, who shared something with him other than the bullshit of a Witcher's life. It was... fuck, it was good, it made him feel connected to the world again like he hadn't in so very long. Lambert wasn't used to having good things in his life and now he had more people to trust, more people he knew had his back. For the longest time, all he had was Eskel, Geralt, and maybe Vesemir, but the Bears were solid. They didn't say much and pretended not to like each other, but they offered him a place for winter, that wasn't nothing, not to a Witcher.

Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (aiden/eskel, geralt/jaskier/yennefer, teen, complete, 22k) When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him...

Mutual Defeat (iorveth/roche, explicit, complete, 4k) Roche glances at the tent door. No one understands this odd dance he has with Iorveth. He knows half think him mad, while the other half think he must have some genius strategy planned out to end the elf in a glorious and triumphant battle, staged to maximise Iorveth’s humiliation and the Blue Stripes’ elevation to infamy. The latter idea is laughable really. There is no planning for Iorveth. He is chaos. Unpredictable, volatile. Roche's opposite in every way, and yet... Or: Roche thinks he has Iorveth right where he wants him. Turns out Iorveth doesn't much mind being there.

No need to speak (arnaghad/erland, gen, complete, 1k) Erland and his bear had their own language, after all, made of small gestures, trinket bought from the Path, quiet moments, and small whispered conversation, it was enough

Parhelia Rewired (eskel/geralt/lambert, mature, wip, 5k) "Almost in position. How's everything looking on your end, Scorpion?" "Five by five from here," rumbled Eskel's voice in Lambert's earpiece as he crept along the darkened corridor, sword at the ready for any unexpected surprises. "Don't forget it's the second hall on the right, not the first," came Geralt's deep monotone. Lambert blew a raspberry into his mic, "This ain't my first fucking rodeo, Roach. Tell me something actually useful - like how you've got our exit plan secured already." "Your exit is clear. Still don't know why you got to pick the call signs." Was it just him or did Geralt sound fucking petulant? Lambert grinned as he glanced around the corner to find the hallway empty as expected. Priceless. "Scout gets to pick the call signs. Paperweight shuts his cakehole, Roach," Lambert chirped back over the line.

Scarred Hearts are Fixed With Love (eskel-centric, teen, complete, 5k) Eskel comes to terms with the new scars on his face with a little help from his family along the way.

Soft Spot (eskel/lambert, explicit, complete, 6k) Geralt cheated during their sparring, and when Lambert calls him out on it, he says his same old famous line. Go cry to Eskel. Which is exactly what Lambert does, and it gets him a beautiful night curled around the leader of their pack with as much comfort as he can stand. Eskel's always had a soft spot for their youngest wolf.

The Bitter Blood Inside (geralt/jaskier, explicit, wip, 50k) The course of Jaskier's life is changed forever more, by the hand of a furious vampire. Geralt is there, the only one who might help him in the trials to come. Whether that be to cure him, or kill him, the bard would always trust his decision. It is only himself he can no longer trust.

time is a dangerous enemy - series (iorveth/roche, iorveth/letho, mature, wip, 14k) Iorveth is feeling his age. After 1,000 years, the face of the continent has changed. He has changed with it- and that isn't always a positive feeling. Considering what he's lost, and what he's gained. Was it worth it?

Tomorrow (eskel/lambert, teen, complete, 2k) Lambert and Eskel meet on the path, and Lambert gets more than he bargained for. Featuring angry, scared Lambert and gentle, protective Eskel.

[vivithefolle]

Is there anyway you could share the entire livejournal essay about Hermione's reaction to Ron coming back in DH? The few paragraphs that you referred to in your recent answer sound extremely interesting.

[The “recent answer” that goes back to... last December. Oh my god I’m such an ass I left you hanging for so long I’m so sorry.]

Okay, okay, so here goes! KEEP IN MIND: I DIDN’T WRITE THIS. I FOUND THIS ON LIVEJOURNAL AND PICKED EVERYTHING THAT I LIKED ABOUT IT, AS WELL AS SOME COMMENTS THAT INTERESTED ME.

This “essay” was actually more of a “reading the books” thing with the person sharing their thoughts and ideas about it. The person was clearly a Snape fan, but they had sympathy for Ron too. I’ll try to formate it as accurately as I can remember it.

And now, here it is:

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ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

[About Ron being made a prefect.] The essayist: It’s sad, but this probably is the first time Ron’s beaten Harry at something. And the last time.

A commenter: Ron's had a really difficult life, and this is the book that proved it for me. It made me a Ron fan. Just look at the interactions he has with Fred and George. This is commonplace. I know a lot of people don't like Ron, but just look at this book, this chapter especially. People have accused Ron of being lazy, unambitious, having no emotions, and being a big stupid boy. It's just not true. Look at how Fred and George needle him out of jealousy. Look at how they treat Percy. Imagine Ron having to grow up with two older brothers that will not hesitate to bother, torture and torment people that stand out or that get more attention than they do or that cross them. He saw it happening with Percy, so what's he going to learn? He'll learn to shut up unless he wants to have something happen to him. He'll learn that standing out positively is rewarded with cruelty. I can understand how Mrs. Weasley could not have fully protected him from those two. Not all the time, not while trying to also care for Ginny, keeping up with her other kids in school, and running the household. Worst of all, punishing F&G doesn't seem to do anything. Those two just don't care/they crave the attention, negative or positive. The best thing she could've done would be to give them no attention, but that's so against her nature that unfortunately she just fed the monsters. No emotions? Is it really difficult to understand that sensitivity wouldn't be encouraged in young Ron? He's got these two bullies that only want a reaction out of him. If he cries, it'll only encourage them. Any reaction is encouraging to them, but he has to go with anger. It's a survival thing- puff yourself up, make yourself look bigger than you are so the predator messes with you a little less. Look at the pride Ron's showing in his badge. The desire to do well is there. He likes the good feeling that comes with it, but he's been hard-wired since birth that it's better to be "middle of the pack". In later chapters, I know you'll have to point out the way the power makes Ron behave, so I just want to start on the defence now. It's all Ron knows. It's all he's been taught. It's a huge character flaw, but it's what makes him so human. Rowling did develop this in the book, but only accidentally. We're never going to get a good look at Ron's psychology except through these hints because it's, as usual, All About Harry. Ron's flawed, but I hope we remember that he has a reason why he's got those flaws. It doesn't excuse him, but it really explains him. So yeah... that's why I defend Ron.

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“I’m not Percy,’ he finished defiantly.”

The essayist: Mmmm-hm. Ron feels nervous at the thought of his good fortune inspiring anger in someone and what's his first defence? "I'm not Percy"? Man, the evidence that the Twins' psychological torment has left lasting scars on Ron could not have been more obvious if he'd shielded himself and said "Please don't jinx me, Fred! ... I mean Harry. ... Shit, what'd I say?"

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“Excellent,”  said  Ron,  with  a  kind  of  groan  of  longing,  and  he  seized the nearest plate of chops and began piling them onto his plate, watched wistfully by Nearly Headless Nick. “What  were  you  saying  before  the  Sorting?”  Hermione  asked  the  ghost. “About the hat giving warnings?” “Oh  yes,”  said  Nick,  who  seemed  glad  of  a  reason  to  turn  away  from  Ron,  who  was  now  eating  roast  potatoes  with  almost  indecent  enthusiasm.

The essayist: Ron’s not being very restrained with his eating, is he?

The commenter: I don't know if it's accidental or not, but this is one of those moments that I love, one of the tellings of Ron's home life via his behavior. In this scenario, he's totally a kitten who just got adopted to a house where he's the only cat. He's at a table with food, so his instinct is to eat as fast as he can or his siblings will yoink it. It doesn't help that there are many other people around, encouraging the "get the good stuff fast or you'll have to sate yourself on bread or whatever nobody wants". Ron is so much more human than Harry! How can Harry not be showing any signs of his "horrendous abuse" for eleven years? Well... I guess he sort of does when he buys all that stuff in his first year. And I guess Ron has to go back home every summer where it gets reinforced. But Harry goes back every summer, too... what the hell?

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“What’s going on?” Ron  had  appeared  in  the  doorway.  His  wide  eyes  traveled  from  Harry,  who  was  kneeling  on  his  bed  with  his  wand  pointing  at  Seamus, to Seamus, who was standing there with his fists raised. “He’s having a go at my mother!” Seamus yelled. “What?” said Ron. “Harry wouldn’t do that — we met your mother, we liked her. . .” “That’s  before  she  started  believing  every  word  the  stinking  Daily  Prophet writes about me!” said Harry at the top of his voice. “Oh,”  said  Ron,  comprehension  dawning  across  his  freckled  face.  “Oh . . . right.” “You know what?” said Seamus heatedly, casting Harry a venomous look.  “He’s  right,  I  don’t  want  to  share  a  dormitory  with  him  anymore, he’s a madman.” “That’s out of order, Seamus,” said Ron, whose ears were starting to glow red, always a danger sign. “Out of order, am I?” shouted Seamus, who in contrast with Ron &#145;was  turning  paler.  “You  believe  all  the  rubbish  he’s  come  out  with  about You-Know-Who, do you, you reckon he’s telling the truth?” “Yeah, I do!” said Ron angrily. “Then you’re mad too,” said Seamus in disgust. “Yeah?  Well  unfortunately  for  you,  pal,  I’m  also  a  prefect!”  said  Ron,  jabbing  himself  in  the  chest  with  a  finger.  “So  unless  you  want  detention, watch your mouth!”

The essayist: Note how Ron’s first reaction is to side with Harry.

The commenter: Not surprising because of the best friends thing (some might argue) but I say it's not surprising considering how Hermione and Ron were treating Harry like a ticking time bomb. Survival!

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“Hello, Harry!” It was Cho Chang and what was more, she was on her own again. This was most unusual: Cho was almost always surrounded by a gang of giggling girls; Harry remembered the agony of trying to get her by herself to ask her to the Yule Ball. “Hi,” said Harry, feeling his face grow hot. At least you’re not covered  in Stinksap this time, he told himself. Cho seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “You got that stuff off, then?” “Yeah,”  said  Harry,  trying  to  grin  as  though  the  memory  of  their  last meeting was funny as opposed to mortifying. “So did you . . . er . . . have a good summer?” The moment he had said this he wished he hadn’t: Cedric had been Cho’s boyfriend and the memory of his death must have affected her holiday  almost  as  badly  as  it  had  affected  Harry’s.  .  . Something  seemed  to  tauten  in  her  face,  but  she  said,  “Oh,  it  was  all  right,  you  know. . .” “Is  that  a  Tornados  badge?”  Ron  demanded  suddenly,  pointing  at  the front of Cho’s robes, to which a sky-blue badge emblazoned with a double gold T was pinned. “You don’t support them, do you?” “Yeah, I do,” said Cho. “Have  you  always  supported  them,  or  just  since  they  started  winning the league?” said Ron, in what Harry considered an unnecessarily accusatory tone of voice. “I’ve supported them since I was six,” said Cho coolly. “Anyway . . . see you, Harry.” She  walked  away.  Hermione  waited  until  Cho  was  halfway  across  the courtyard before rounding on Ron. “You are so tactless!”

The essayist: So Harry meets Cho, makes a complete faux pas and reminds her of her dead boyfriend. Ron quickly steers the conversation away onto something more happy, i.e., Quidditch, before Cho can get too upset. Nevertheless, Ron is apparently the insensitive jerk around here, not Harry.

[If this reminds you of something, then yes, I absolutely took what the essayist was saying and elaborated on it. I confess, I am a dirty thief.]

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“Well, I suppose he could’ve played better,” Harry muttered, “but it was only the first training session, like you said. . .” Neither Harry nor Ron seemed to make much headway with their homework  that  night.  Harry  knew  Ron  was  too  preoccupied  with  how  badly  he  had  performed  at  Quidditch  practice  and  he  himself  was having difficulty in getting the chant of “Gryffindor are losers” out of his head. [...] And so they worked on while the sky outside the windows became steadily darker; slowly, the crowd in the common room began to thin again.   At   half-past   eleven,   Hermione   wandered   over   to   them,   yawning. “Nearly done?” “No,” said Ron shortly. “Jupiter’s  biggest  moon  is  Ganymede,  not  Callisto,”  she  said,  pointing over Ron’s shoulder at a line in his Astronomy essay, “and it’s Io that’s got the volcanos.” “Thanks,” snarled Ron, scratching out the offending sentences.

The essayist: So Ron’s getting basic facts wrong in his essays.

The commenter: This is going to look so contrived, but I genuinely believe it, and maybe after these reviews, your standards for contrived have dropped enough for me to pass the bar :3 But... he's not putting in any effort. His ego can't take another beating at the moment (even punching bags have limits). Imagine it- after the Quidditch humiliation with his friend the Star Athlete (when he really was trying) he tries to distract himself by doing school work 1. which he isn't very good at anyway, 2. with the Star Athlete of Academics/Slytherin Spectator Crowd best friend Hermione there 3. with Hermione there to set it right anyway (it sounds as if Hermione isn’t so much correcting their essays as writing them herself). If he tries his best at this and then fails at that, Ron probably would start to consider suicide. It's self-preservation at this point to put in zero effort. This kind of fail is literally "I'm not trying because I have given up."

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She  wrenched  her  bag  open;  Harry  thought  she  was  about  to  put  her books away, but instead she pulled out two misshapen woolly objects,  placed  them  carefully  on  a  table  by  the  fireplace,  covered  them  with  a  few  screwed-up  bits  of  parchment  and  a  broken  quill,  and  stood back to admire the effect. “What  in  the  name  of  Merlin  are  you  doing?”  said  Ron,  watching  her as though fearful for her sanity. “They’re  hats  for  house-elves,”  she  said  briskly,  now  stuffing  her  books  back  into  her  bag.  “I  did  them  over  the  summer.  I’m  a  really  slow  knitter  without  magic,  but  now  I’m  back  at  school  I  should  be  able to make lots more.” “You’re leaving out hats for the house-elves?” said Ron slowly. “And you’re covering them up with rubbish first?” “Yes,” said Hermione defiantly, swinging her bag onto her back. “That’s not on,” said Ron angrily. “You’re trying to trick them into picking  up  the  hats.  You’re  setting  them  free  when  they  might  not  want to be free.” “Of  course  they  want  to  be  free!”  said  Hermione  at  once,  though  her face was turning pink. “Don’t you dare touch those hats, Ron!” She left. Ron waited until she had disappeared through the door to the girls’ dormitories, then cleared the rubbish off the woolly hats. They  should  at  least  see  what  they’re  picking  up,”  he  said  firmly.  “Anyway  .  .  .”  He  rolled  up  the  parchment  on  which  he  had  written  the title of Snape’s essay. “There’s no point trying to finish this now, I can’t  do  it  without  Hermione,  I  haven’t  got  a  clue  what  you’re  supposed to do with moonstones, have you?”

The essayist: This doesn’t seem like a particularly open-minded and enquiring position to take, although I suppose that Hermione’s open-mindedness has always been something of an informed attribute.

The commenter: This trope among fans has got me riled up beyond belief because they use the "Hermione's word is gospel" thing to make unfair assumptions about other characters: Ron's "emotional range of a teaspoon" thing comes to mind, and right after that, Lavender supposedly being silly about believing Trelawney about her dead pet (Hermione never considered that maybe the thing Lavender was dreading was bad news from home or bad news about her pet). Regarding house elves: This is one case where the fans ought to have seen that Hermione was being very thoughtless as far as strategy. Ron has lived all his life up until this point thinking that there was no problem with house elves and she literally expects to be able to just tell him "it's wrong" and he's supposed to change instantly? Talk about your cultural insensitivity. In this case, maybe Ron knows better than you do, Hermione? You didn't even know about house elves until you were at least twelve (but more likely, she didn't know until this year). She must understand the concept of "he doesn't know it's wrong". That was how she defended Crookshanks when he was chasing Scabbers. ... Hey, Hermione thinks Ron's smarter than her cat. That's something, I guess.

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The commenter: Competition is seriously the worst thing in the world for Ron. He's got wa-a-ay too much baggage. Do well so they'll love you. Do well so they'll notice you. If they notice you, you'll get praised. And tormented by Fred and George. Then if you fuck up, you'll have let everyone down. My brothers never let anyone down. That's the standard. Oh God, I can't live up to that. Which do I want to chose- being ignored or scorned? I could do well. Then I'll be good enough to be called "just like them"! JFC, when's it ever going to be "Good like Ron"? Chess. Literally everyone else has one thing they shine in, even Neville with his Botany and Dean with his art (and... and I'm going to ignore the fact that Hermione and Luna are the only two I can think of with non-appearance based special stuff... someone please help me out? I guess Tonks' doesn't really count as a shallow one because it makes her a master of disguise...)

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HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

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Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to Harry.

The essayist: “Hermione spared [Ron] one look of disdain before turning back to Harry” pretty much sums up her relationships within the trio. It’s no wonder Ron’s so insecure and keeps worrying that she really fancies Harry.

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“And you’ve been through all that persecution from the Ministry when they were trying to make out you were unstable and a liar. You can still see the marks on the back of your hand where that evil woman made you write with your own blood, but you stuck to your story anyway...”  “You  can  still  see  where  those  brains  got  hold  of  me  in  the  Ministry,  look,”  said  Ron,  shaking  back his sleeves.  “And  it  doesn’t  hurt  that  you’ve  grown  about  a  foot  over  the  summer  either,”  Hermione  finished, ignoring Ron.  “I’m tall,” said Ron inconsequentially.

The essayist: Ron’s so adorably pathetic here, the way he’s obviously feeling inferior to Harry and being ignored by his so-called friends. *hugs Ron*

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When they left the Gryffindor table five minutes later to head down to the Quidditch pitch, they passed  Lavender  Brown  and  Parvati  Patil.  Remembering  what  Hermione  had  said  about  the  Patil  twins’  parents  wanting  them  to  leave  Hogwarts,  Harry  was  unsurprised  to  see  that  the  two  best  friends were whispering together, looking distressed. What did surprise him was that when Ron drew level with them, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender, who looked around and gave Ron a wide smile. Ron blinked at her, then returned the smile uncertainly. His walk instantly became something more like a strut. Harry resisted the temptation to laugh, remembering that Ron had refrained from doing so  after  Malfoy  had  broken  Harry’s  nose;  Hermione,  however,  looked  cold  and  distant  all  the  way  down  to  the  stadium  through  the  cool,  misty  drizzle,  and  departed  to  find  a  place  in  the  stands  without wishing Ron good luck. 

The essayist: Hermione keeps belittling Ron and doing him down, and reacts quite strongly when he even so much hints at losing interest in her and showing attention to another woman. Can we say “abusive relationship”, anybody?

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“Harry! Ginny!” Hermione was hurrying toward them, very pink-faced and wearing a cloak, hat, and gloves. “I got back a couple of hours ago, I've just been down to visit Hagrid and Buck--I mean Witherwings,” she said breathlessly. “Did you have a good Christmas?” “Yeah,” said Ron at once, “pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim—” “I've got something for you, Harry,” said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. “Oh, hang on--password. Abstinence.”

The essayist: Wow, Hermione’s just being so childish here, ignoring Ron when he’s talking directly to her. Incidentally, Ron’s speaking to her like a normal friend, it’s Hermione who’s doing the blanking. Still, I’m sure this argument is all Ron’s fault for daring to go out with another girl. Hermione is totally blameless.

[Just in case: the essayist is being sarcastic, they’re pointing out the double standard of the HP fandom blaming Hermione’s immature behaviour on Ron.]

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DEATHLY HALLOWS

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“I think you’re right,” she told him. “It’s just a morality tale, it’s obvious which gift is best, which one you’d choose—” The three of them spoke at the same time; Hermione said, “the Cloak,” Ron said, “the wand,” and Harry said, “the stone.” They looked at each other, half surprised, half amused. “You’re supposed to say the Cloak,” Ron told Hermione, “but you wouldn’t need to be invisible if you had the wand. An unbeatable wand, Hermione, come on!” “We’ve already got an Invisibility Cloak,” said Harry. “And it’s helped us rather a lot, in case you hadn’t noticed!” said Hermione. “Whereas the wand would be bound to attract trouble—” “Only if you shouted about it,” argued Ron. “Only if you were prat enough to go dancing around, waving it over your head, and singing, ‘I’ve got an unbeatable wand, come and have a go if you think you’re good enough.’ As long as you kept your trap shut—” “Yes, but could you keep your trap shut?” said Hermione, looking skeptical. “You know, the only true thing he said to us was that there have been stories about extra-powerful wands for hundreds of years.” “There have?” asked Harry. Hermione looked exasperated: the expression was so endearingly familiar that Harry and Ron grinned at each other.

The commenter (?): Actually, I thought that Ron was proving the errors in the story. Because he’s right. The eldest brother didn’t die because the Elder Wand had corrupted him (like the One Ring). He died because he was an idiot. He died because he randomly decided to start blabbing about his new toy.

“You talk about wands like they’ve got feelings,” said Harry, “like they canthink for themselves.” “The wand chooses the wizard,” said Ollivander. “That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.” “A person can still use a wand that hasn’t chosen them, though?” asked Harry. “Oh yes, if you are any wizard at all you will be able to channel your magic through almost any instrument. The best results, however, must always come where there is the strongest affinity between wizard and wand. These connections are complex. An initial attraction, and then a mutual quest for experience, the wand learning from the wizard, the wizard from the wand.”

The essayist: Harry’s wand has to think for and protect him because he’s too stupid and incompetent to think for and protect himself! Ollivander’s the expert, and he just admitted it. He said any halfway decent wizard can perform magic with almost any wand. The reason Harry could only work with the holly wand is because of the phoenix feather core it shares with Voldemort’s wand. That is, it wasn’t Harry doing the magic with Harry’s wand! It was the Voldemort soul piece! Once Harry was forced to use wands that didn’t have that core, the soul piece couldn’t do the work for Harry any more. He was forced to rely on his own magical powers and competence, which are clearly minimal. This is proven by his inability to do effective magic with any other wand. It’s also proven by an incident from Philosopher’s Stone. Remember when Harry was being chased by bullies and inexplicably found himself on top of the shed roof? That was the soul piece allowing him to fly like Voldy. Lily could slow her descent from a height, as if she had an invisible parachute, but that is not the same as flying, and we have no evidence she could fly. Only Voldemort and Snape fly without assistance! The evidence is overwhelming that I am right. How many spells can Harry do effectively? Expelliarmus, Expecto Patronum, Protego--that’s it. Even as a young adult, he is incapable of doing the basic healing or cleaning spells a young child should have down pat before going to Hogwarts. Of course, we’re told the Patronus spell is difficult and advanced, but who told us that? Remus Lupin, friend of Harry’s father, sycophant, and notorious liar, particularly when it comes to flattering Harry. Recall Lupin also said Snape didn’t like James because Snape was envious of Potter Sr.’s Quidditch prowess, and we know that was a lie. Given this evidence, anything Lupin says that cannot be confirmed by an independent source, especially regarding the Potters, should be dismissed out of hand. True, Hermione has trouble with the Patronus spell, and she’s super-competent. Doesn’t that prove it’s a very difficult spell? Not at all. To take an example from a different field, Beethoven was a virtuoso organist, the greatest pianist of his day, one of the greatest pianists in history, and probably the greatest improvisational musician ever. But he was only a decent violinist. Everybody has areas of weakness, no matter how good they are overall. In addition, Hermione is very gullible where authority figures are concerned. If a teacher tells her, “The Patronus is a very difficult, advanced spell that many people can’t ever master,” she’ll believe that, which may create a self-fulfilling prophecy. A couple of years ago, another DTCL member and I facetiously suggested Harry was less intelligent than his wand. We didn’t know we were right. It rarely happens, but this is an occasion when I would have preferred to be wrong.

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If only there was a way of getting a better wand... And desire for the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, unbeatable, invincible, swal-lowed him once more... They packed up the tent next morning and moved on through a dreary shower of rain. The downpour pursued them to the coast, where they pitched the tent that night, and persisted through the whole week, through sodden landscapes that Harry found bleak and depressing. He could think only of the Deathly Hallows. It was as though a flame had been lit inside him that nothing, not Hermione’s flat disbelief nor Ron’s persistent doubts, could extinguish. And yet the fiercer the longing for the Hallows burned inside him, the less joyful it made him. He blamed Ron and Hermione: Their determined indifference was as bad as the relentless rain for dampening his spirits, but neither could erode his certainty, which remained absolute. Harry’s belief in and longing for the Hallows consumed him so much that he felt isolated from the other two and their obsession with the Horcruxes. [...] As the weeks crept on, Harry could not help but notice, even through his new self-absorption, that Ron seemed to be taking charge. Perhaps because he was determined to make up for having walked out on them, perhaps because Harry’s descent into listlessness galvanized his dormant leadership qualities, Ron was the one now encouraging and exhorting the other two into action. [...] But not until March did luck favor Ron at last.

The essayist: MARCH! That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. The first fifteen pages of this chapter cover three months, and during that entire time, Harry Potter does nothing, nothing, but sit on his ass fantasizing about the Elder Wand and trying to connect with his Voldie-soul mate. Oh, wait. He also tries to open the snitch so he can get the stone out of it. (Nothing gay about that, either.) I wish he’d succeed in that, too. Maybe he’d swallow the stone, and it would end up in his scrotum. He sure needs something that works down there. Harry doesn’t have the right to bail out on his society like this. He can’t have it both ways. He can’t have the adulation that goes with being Mr. Boy-Who-Lived-Chosen-One-Wizarding-World-Savior and abdicate the responsibilities that go along with those titles and that adulation. Look at what happens in this chapter: Harry becomes obsessed with finding and uniting the Hallows, so much so that he withdraws from his friends, bails out on the job his idol Dumbledore gave him, and spends all his time brooding and trying to connect with the Dull Lord. In other words, he acts clinically depressed. Ron and Hermione were exposed to the same information Harry was, but they didn’t become obsessed/depressed. Ron was mildly interested in the Super-Wand, but not enough to distract him from the Horcrux hunt. Hermione dismissed the whole DH story as nonsense and continued following Dumbestbore’s orders. So why weren’t they tempted?

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The essayist: Harry opens the locket using Parseltongue--interesting that this never occurred to him before now--and two ghostly figures emerge. They’re Voldie-versions of Harry and Hermione, and they articulate Ron’s worst fears: “Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter...Least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend...Second best, always, eternally overshadowed...” I’ll say it again: When you’re right, you’re right. The evidence is overwhelming that Molly Weasley treated Ron the worst of all her children. And if Rowling doesn’t want us to ship HP/HG, she needs to quit throwing them together and making them leaders, with Ron either in the background or absent entirely. JKR obviously wants us to automatically dismiss certain statements just because they’re made by “bad guys” such as Voldemort and Rita Skeeter. There are two problems with this: (1) The “lies” make perfect sense, far more sense than what we’re supposed to believe. (2) Even pathological liars sometimes tell the truth, typically when it won’t hurt their own interests to do so. For those of us who live in what cartoonist Garry Trudeau calls “the reality-based community,” the evidence is what matters, not what we’re told by authority figures. Those of us in the higher stages of spiritual development are funny that way.

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The essayist: Well, whose fault is that, Ms. Rowling? You’re the one who’s spent the last four books making Ron dumber and dumber, depriving him of any meaningful activity, while you shoved Harry and Hermione into increasingly dominant roles.

The commenter: Are we supposed to look down on Ron now so that we can condemn him for leaving Harry and Hermione? Because if so, then that’s just unfair. Every time Ron tries to come up with an idea, Hermione criticizes him or shoots him down. And the twins have done a fine job of intimidating Ron into remaining mediocre and modest so that he doesn’t remind them of Percy, so what is he supposed to do? How is he supposed to come up with ideas when he’s surrounded by people who basically tell him to shut up and sit down?

The essayist: Just then, Hermione comes out of the tent with cups of tea, with tears running down her face and looking terrified her “friend” is going to curse her with her own wand.

The commenter: So, Hermione will snarl at Ron all day long, but cower in fear when Harry gets mad. Is she projecting herself onto Harry and assuming that just because *she’s* quick to hex people who anger her (Ron, Marietta, etc.), Harry will do the same to her?

The essayist: The evidence is overwhelming that Molly Weasley treated Ron the worst of all her children.

The commenter: And blatantly showed favoritism to Harry while snarling at Ron in the same breath. Of course, Horcrux!Tom doesn’t bring that up, because JKR would have to admit that there might be something wrong with Molly favoring Harry the way she does. The essayist: Hermione acts so crazy Harry has to put a protection charm between her and Ron.

The commenter: Yeah…sorry, it’s not “slapstick” anymore when somebody actually has to stop her from hitting Ron. When Harry feels that the situation is dangerous enough that his intervention is necessary. That’s not funny. That’s a true-crime episode. What gets me is that Hermione's tantrum lasts for days. It goes on for several pages into the next chapter. She doesn't start acting normal again until she comes up with the idea of visiting Xeno Lovegood. The essayist: Hermione tells Ron she still hasn’t ruled out attacking him with birds again.

The commenter: *flatly* So, all of the fans who cooed about how “great” it was for Hermione to show “girl power” by sending Ron to the hospital wing in HBP or breezily dismissed the scene as just tired teenage melodrama? Can put a sock in it. Hermione has clearly learned nothing, JKR clearly feels that that scene was funny, and at no point are we supposed to think that Hermione is an abuser. Even though, if the genders were reversed, fans would be calling for Ron’s head on a platter if he dared lay a finger on Hermione. No. This isn’t funny. This isn’t charming. Hermione hurt Ron so badly in HBP that he had to go to the hospital wing. And she tried to repeat the damage she caused here. Is she going to attack him with birds again after they get married? Is she going to do it in front of their children? Will it be “cute” and “funny” then? No, if a man is an abusive monster for losing his temper and trying to hurt his girlfriend, then Hermione is an abusive monster for losing her temper and trying to hurt her boyfriend. Not only did Hermione land Ron in the infirmary with the first attack, but she wants to do it again at a time when they are on the run. She will NOT be able to take an injured Ron to Hogwarts infirmary, nor to St. Mungos. In other words - she intends for him to remain injured and stick with them while camping, or else he must apparate away while injured, risking another splinching so he could be healed.

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The essayist: Ron and Harry go back to the tent, and Harry fades into the background so as not to interfere with the lovers’ reunion. That’s a mistake. After Harry wakes Hermione, she shows her delight at Ron’s return by--attacking him? She punches him over a dozen times while yelling at him and screaming for her wand from Harry. Remember last chapter, when I talked about how immature Hermione is? Here’s your proof.

[The essayist quotes an article that I haven’t been able to find, but paraphrased: it speaks of a father who came to pick up his 4 y/o daughter from daycare, a little later than usual, and the daughter reacted by punching and hitting her father, upset at his being late. Additional read:  “The parents must know that physical aggression is a common yet natural problem faced by toddlers.”]

The essayist: So there you have it: Hermione Granger, know-it-all supergirl, is so immature she acts like a preschool child when the boyfriend she’s been missing finally returns. I’m not suggesting she has a father-daughter relationship with Ron; this kind of anger is found in other relationships, too. What I am saying is that her way of expressing her anger is appropriate for a very young child. While adults may certainly feel this kind of anger and desire to hit when reunited with a loved one under similar circumstances, they don’t act it out. That restraint is what separates adults from children. Hermione acts so crazy Harry has to put a protection charm between her and Ron. I frankly found her behavior so out of control as to suggest mental instability. She engages in two full pages of histrionics before throwing herself into a chair, sitting so tensely I’m surprised the circulation isn’t cut off to her arms and legs. She remains in a bratty snit until the end of the chapter, which is another six pages.  Hermione is still pouting the next morning. I’m wondering if her real problem is not that Ron left, but that she didn’t. Is she angry at him because he had the guts to admit they were blowing it and take a time out, while she just kept trailing along after Harry like a lost house elf? I think she’s definitely mad because she’s always controlled Ron and their relationship. How dare he assert his independence of her! Who does he think he is? Her equal? In an AU, maybe. This is called the Potterverse after all, not the Ronverse.  Hermione’s having a bad month. First Ron runs out on them; then she saves Harry’s life, but he’s an ungrateful jerk about it; then Harry asserts his independence; then Ron comes back but doesn’t grovel sufficiently for her taste. All this mistreatment is going to give her the idea she’s just a normal character and not an Author’s Darling.   While Ron was gone, he was captured by bad guys called Snatchers, who are bounty hunters for Voldemort. In getting away, he got a spare wand, which he gives to Harry. Of course, it doesn’t work as well as Harry’s “real” wand, so Harry’s still in a snit about that, and with Hermione in a snit, too, they’re a cheerful bunch. Honestly, I don’t know why Ron puts up with these two. The Hs are so spoiled and self-centered, they deserve each other, but I don’t think this is what HP/HG shippers mean when they proclaim the two as an OTP. Sane, normal Ron doesn’t deserve either one of them. Run, Ron! Run while you still can!

...

The essayist: As an interesting aside, ròn is the Celtic word for seal. In Druid lore, seals represent love, longing, and dilemma. No more appropriate totem animal could be imagined for this boy whose sense of selfhood is undermined by his longing for love from a rejecting mother and inadequate father, and who, like the selchie wives of folklore, is faced with the impossible choice of being who he truly is and being rejected, or denying the best part of himself to gain love. Ron’s intelligence and independence threaten his insecure wife (and best friend), just as the selchie’s identity as a seal-woman threatens her human husband; Ron imprisons himself by hiding who he is so the Hs can feel smart and in charge, just as the selchie’s human husband imprisons his wife by hiding her sealskin in a trunk.

[acciocriativity]

Spark of Happiness ||Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: You already went through a lot in your life, but while dating Draco the world you knew has changed dramatically and it seems like it couldn’t get any worse...

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: Thanks for the request @loxbbg and sorry for tagging you, I just thought that you would like to, since I took a longer time than I promised. That’s my first time writing for Draco, so I don’t know if it’s what you wanted. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

Part II

Like in all relationships, difficult moments always come up to test the couple, their trust, their love, and their future together.

It wasn't easy to get through the first two but we were still together at a nebulous time in the Wizarding World and in Draco's life.

I always knew about everything, the return of you-know-who, the nightmares and I thought that eventually, when this all came to an end, we could live a quiet life somewhere, preferably as far away as possible.

Draco agreed with me when we talked about it the other day but things were not going well, besides the daily stress at Hogwarts, the anticipation of the weight of the black mark on his forearm was taking him down bit by bit.

He was drowning, losing what little light I could see inside him, and even if I insisted to know more, he still had to keep too much inside himself. Partly because no one else could know and partly because he had trouble expressing himself. It was always like this, although I like to think that we were slowly getting better at it.

"Draco, can you come sit with me for a little while?", I said watching the blond try to concentrate on the book in front of him only to fail, for the 3rd time in a row. "I promise that page can wait about 10 minutes, it's a weekend". My heart sank in my chest as soon as he turned to look at me, the dark circles under his eyes even deeper than the day before. Another sleepless night.

I heard his defeated sigh and soon after felt the warmth of his body close to mine and his natural scent fill my lungs.

"Why are you up so early, love?", his arms passed around my waist and his head lay on my right shoulder. "More than anyone, you should rest, even if it is during the day."

"I just couldn't sleep anymore", his voice husky and faltered and automatically my hands went to his messy blond hair, stroking the strands carefully.

"You know I'm here to listen to you and I know these nightmares are getting worse, I won't say anything after listening if you prefer but I can't watch you like this anymore, not without doing something about it”.

We were silent for a few minutes, all that could be heard was our breathing and his tired sighs. I continued in that position, I tried to pass on as much reassurance as possible, because there was nothing else I could do if he wouldn't allow me.

"My mother sent me a letter, when I go back to Malfoy Manor, I will get the black mark", he didn't look me in the eye and I tried not to take it to heart.

"And when did you intend to tell me this? It's not more than two weeks until Christmas, is that why the nightmares are worse?", I felt my head spin and I had to close my eyes to concentrate again.

He nodded and again silence fell over the room, each lost in his own thoughts until I decided to speak again.

"You want to tell me about the nightmares? You don't have to go through this alone", my hands came out of his hair and went around his shoulder.

And he told me everything this time. The meeting room where the death eaters gathered, the place most of the dreams usually took place. While he felt the worst pain he had ever experienced, his father was standing with a proud expression beside his mother, who was paralyzed and you-know-who looked pleased, basking in the fear evident on his face.

The worst part was left for the end, where the reason for his entrance was revealed, which changed every day. In some he was supposed to be just a spy, in others he was supposed to kill someone or be killed, and it didn't stop there. He was supposed to prove his loyalty by killing a muggle in front of everyone there, who would serve as dinner for the snake named Nagini. He had no choice, he could have no compassion or he would be there with that woman.

"They were laughing like it was the most fun situation, they were all there, the Carrows, Lestrange, Avery…”, I felt a few tears wetting my blouse but he pretended he was fine and I preferred to pretend I believed him.

He kept talking more names with a tone of anger and disgust but I stopped paying attention to Avery, which was the last name on my old birth certificate before it changed to both my parents when I was adopted.

"Love? Y/N???", his grayish blue eyes were reddened, I could clearly see where the tears had run down his face. "Sorry love, I was just thinking...keep talking, it's good to get it all out at once."

After I heard everything, I kept my word and didn't say anything so instead, I let him finally relax in my arms.

"What were you thinking about earlier?", his eyes were already closed, exhaustion was winning the battle.

"I was thinking it would be a much better idea if we got some more sleep now, don't you agree?", he couldn't see my smile but I could see his and there was nothing in the world I wanted to see more often.

"Sounds like an excellent idea...", he wriggled a little until we were both comfortable in a position to sleep.

Later after lunch I began to notice the change in Draco's mood, he seemed equally tired as the few hours of sleep were not enough but somehow, he was glowing and I was loving it.

The next few days followed the same path until he decided to tell me why.

"Meet me at the Astronomy Tower in 10 minutes - D.M."

That was all it said on the note his owl came to hand me and I couldn't help but smile.It's not easy to be dating at Hogwarts, where there are students everywhere so we usually meet during the night in my dormitory or somewhere empty in the castle.

I waited a few minutes to make sure there was no one else in the Slytherin common hall and then started my way to the tower with the utmost care not to run into Filch or his cat and I was really close to being caught on the 7th floor.

"I thought you got lost along the way", he said without the humor I expected to find in his voice.

"I had an accident with Filch but I'm here now, so did something happen? You're so serious", I said approaching him by the window and leaning on the window sill by his side.

"Yeah, sort of, I've been thinking a lot the last few days about what's going to happen", he took a deep breath before continuing. "And this time is different, this time I might have a choice".

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, he didn't want to be like his parents, it's not a new thing but to really stand up to them?

"I'm putting together a plan, well I was. I need to know if you want to be in it with me", I could see my own reflection in his eyes.

"Of course, as long as we end up alive at the end. What's the plan?", he grinned and explained to me the little bit that was already right in his plan.

He wouldn't go to Malfoy Manor for Christmas, instead he would have to sell something to get enough money to rent a room, which isn't hard considering his shoes are worth more than all the Hogwarts school supplies tripled. I didn't have to check to know it's true.

"That's a good start but I don't think it will be necessary, what do you think about coming back with me for Christmas? My parents won't mind. They want to meet you and it would be harder to find you there", he was staring at me intensely but not saying anything, I started to think I had said something stupid. "Draco? It was just a suggestion...you don't have to come with me if you're not comfortable and...", he gave me a quick kiss and smiled at me.

"I'd love to go spend Christmas with your family, and then we can think about what to do after that", he said moving closer to me to the point where our lips touched.

I agreed with a small nod and we kissed again, this time for much longer. The weather was perfect, the cold wind contrasting with my warm skin from the blond's touches, for me we could stay there forever.

A week later, another letter arrived for Draco during our breakfast in the Great Hall and his expression changed as soon as he picked up the paper.

"Draco?", he didn't answer me and continued reading and rereading non-stop with the most grim expression I have ever seen on his face. "Draco, can you talk to me?", I whispered and even with him beside me, I couldn't read a whole sentence.

He simply got up and left in a hurry, I wasn't going to stay and pretend that everything was fine. I didn't bother to make an excuse, since most of the table stopped to pay attention to what was going on, I walked out a little behind him and it wasn't hard to catch up.

"Draco! What the hell are you doing? We were going to work it out together, you don't have to run from me like you do the others", I said approaching in the middle of the empty hallway. "You're still not going to talk to me?", I said with my arms crossed zero percent intimidated by his angry expression.

"And for what? You can't do anything for me now. The plan has failed, they're going to ask the principal to send me home tomorrow", he started pacing back and forth, his hands clenched tightly, fear and despair formed a powerful alliance inside him

I had no idea what to say, what could be said to make this better? His steps became harder against the ground and I was sure that at some point something would be broken if we continued there.

"Come on love, let's skip class today. Let's think of another plan, you won't become one of them, I promise", I held his tense arm and guided him quickly into the dungeon.

"You can't promise that, how can you be so sure?", I could see a glimmer of hope that I wasn't going to let go."Because I will do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn't happen, okay?", I slid my hand down his arm until I found his.

It was a long day, we barely slept that night as we were both unsure if our idea would work out or not.

The next morning I awoke to an unusual movement downstairs, the clock I had been given by my parents showed a little over five in the morning. My friends didn't even move in their beds as I walked closer to the door to hear what was being said and I didn't recognize those voices.

"I will call him Mr. Malfoy, please settle down", was Professor Snape's voice and after that silence came.

Damn it, there wouldn't be time to escape as we had planned. I took a deep breath and started to think, I wouldn't stay here, I had to do something, I had to think but the sound of my own heart was getting in the way. I hadn't noticed that I was shaking until I took a step back to my bed, my legs had almost gone weak.

A few nerve-wracking minutes later, as if I had drawn it to me from thinking about him so much, I heard Draco's voice in my hallway moving closer to my room.

"She won't mind, I'm sure", I could hear clearly through the door and I was sure that if it had been any other student, not only would he not have made it upstairs but he would also have gotten the scolding of the century.

The door was opened and the first thing Draco did was to quickly push me back near the bed before Snape appeared inside the room as well.

"Miss Lewis, you may also go with Mr. Malfoy, your Christmas break will also be early. Your parents will be waiting in the Great Hall Mr. Malfoy", and he stood there until Draco left the room but he didn't leave before giving me a quick hug.

"Wait for me in the common hall", he left unaware that his voice had made me shakier than I already was.

"They let you leave early because the Malfoys asked? That's so unfair", the girls were all awake. "Will you two be quiet? I still want to get some sleep before breakfast time", the second one said, still covered up.

After that complaint, they went to sleep while I took a shower and tried to process what had just happened and what was going to happen. I got dressed in one of my warmest clothing, I grabbed my suitcase that was already packed and went downstairs, it wasn't even past six in the morning, no one but my boyfriend was there and I barely set foot on the floor when he ran up to me.

"We don't have much time, we'll have to go with them but I'll make sure we get out before the meeting starts. It won't take more than 5 minutes", he hugged me tightly and I smiled as soon as the strong smell of his cologne hit me, I rested my chin on his shoulder and we stood like that for a few minutes.

"We'll be fine, the end of our plan still works", I spoke softly and I could notice the skin on his neck got goosebumps."I'm just going to let it go because it's not the time for that sir”, I said with a grin across my face.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, miss. We better go soon, the faster we go, the faster this is over", he kissed me before we walked hand in hand down the halls.

“Draco, why didn't you let us know your girlfriend was coming to visit us for Christmas earlier?”, his mother was the first to speak as soon as we approached them, her tone was nice but her smile trembled.

As soon as we started our relationship we talked it over and thought it would be best not to mention to his parents that I came from a muggle foster family. We knew it would be impossible to keep this secret since his parents are quite "protective", so he only mentioned me when he had no other choice.

I already knew that there would be one reason for them to be polite to me, I had not been judged on whether I was appropriate or not yet. They weren't giving me the benefit of the doubt, they were giving it to Draco's choices.

"I must have forgotten but it doesn't make that much difference, does it?", he said calmly and I pretended I hadn't seen his father's expression harden.

"We shall be going, I can't waste any more time here”, the disgusted tone in his voice left me more surprised than anything else.

Since no one can apparate on the grounds of Hogwarts, we walked to Hogsmeade in awkward silence. His parents walked imposingly in front of us and we were right behind them holding hands, only communicating by glances. Once we got far enough, we stopped on the dusty road at the entrance to the small village.

"Alright you two, Draco you know how it works, dear, have you ever apparated before?", she was kind enough to ask me. "No Mrs. Malfoy, I have never apparated".

"The first time is complicated but you'll be fine”, she held her husband's arm and in one second we were standing in the middle of the road and the next we weren't.

Harry Potter Masterlist

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Part 1

Itsuki Fujiwara's interview at HINT-POT

The 16-member dance and vocal group "THE RAMPAGE from EXILE TRIBE", which is the younger brother of "EXILE", is very popular among teens and 20s. Among them, performer Itsuki Fujiwara (23) is popular not only for his good dance, but also for his cool handsomeness. Mr. Fujiwara is also known as the group's number one cat lover, and lives with the Munchkin breed "Mars". We asked Mr. Fujiwara about his smiley daily life with Mars.

Encounter with Mars is New Year 2019 "Cute !! I definitely want to live with this child!"

Mars is a child born between the father's cat "Mairu" and the mother's cat "Piercing" that he keeps at his parents' house. We named it Mars after the names of both dad and mom cats. 2 years old on November 29th. When I returned home on New Year's Day the year after I was born (2019), I met for the first time and thought, "Cute !! I definitely want to live with this child!" At that time, I was still living in a dormitory, and Mars was young, so when I started living alone, I had my mother bring me Mars.

All of Mars is healing! The personality is insanely sweet. When I get home, I will meet you at the front door first. Then, when I said "I'm home" or "Is it lonely?", He replied "Nyaa" and walked alongside me all the time. To the washroom, toilet, and bath. As expected, the toilet and bath do not go in together, so I waited outside the door until I came out, and the toilet with a little gap under the door feels like "get out early" from that gap. I'm going to put in.

When going to bed, Mars also climbed up to bed and slept with him. Mars's home position is always my left leg for some reason. I sleep with my shin as a pillow and my upper body on it. Is the height just right (laughs)? I'm sleeping with my left leg out of the futon so that Mars isn't buried in the futon, so it's getting colder at this time (laughs).

Cats are often said to be tsundere, but Mars gets on his lap when I'm sitting on the couch and watching TV, and I remember his hands and refills! It's not like a cat, it's like a dog (laughs). Even when strangers come, many cats don't show up to people they meet for the first time, but Mars doesn't know anyone and doesn't run away at all. Therefore, when I leave home for a long time on a tour, my friends can see it with confidence.

A new sofa is worn out in 3 months, but it will be spoiled again soon

It is also a glutton. Some cats eat food at any time if they put it in the food container for one day, but if you leave a large amount of our mars, you will eat all at once, so put it on the plate twice in the morning and at night. I put it in and feed it. I give it at 8 o'clock in the evening, but from about 7 o'clock, I stare at my face from a close distance and appeal to me, "It's about time for rice." The pressure is amazing (laughs). You can also stand on your hind legs and shake your front legs up and down to say, "Give me, give me."

In the morning, I woke up around 6 o'clock and tried to lick my face on my chest with the feeling of "give me a meal". The day before, the day I was late was sleepy and sleepy. The hardest thing to take care of is the fight against this drowsiness. Also, smash your nails on the wall or sofa of your house. The new sofa was worn out in three months, and the walls ... I don't think the deposit will come back when I leave the room (laughs). Of course, he scolds me for saying "Kora!", So at that time, Mars wouldn't come near me because he was a little scared, but ... he would spoil him again soon.

[jancmalandra]

Moominpapa Steps Up

On making hope real in a bad situation

By Wednesday, Moominpapa, Moomintroll, Tayberry, and Moomin had become a well-oiled housekeeping team. The children and Moomintroll got finished with all the chores a little earlier each day and got to spend a little more of the afternoon enjoying walking in the woods with Snufkin. That evening, they gathered in the parlor once more to hear Moominpapa continue his story of his adventures just before he met Moominmama, this time over fruit punch.

"Gail and Emmaline led Charlie and I to a large, old, abandoned factory building deep in the bowls of Brooklyn. I committed my very first truly criminal act when they showed me how to use the city's public train system without paying in order to get there. All the windows of the factory were painted over in black paint, and from the outside it looked completely deserted and uninviting. Emmaline told me that this was one of the Mumriks' many safe houses for the poor throughout the city. Inside, they had rigged up electric lights and had done whatever else they could to make the interior comfortable for the many residents there. There was a makeshift soup kitchen and dining hall on the first floor. The remaining five floors were used as dormitories with bathrooms, cots, mattresses, sheets, blankets, and pillows to go with them. Kerosene powered space heaters kept each room as warm possible."

"The residents were a motley collection of homeless, destitute beasts from every race under the sun. Fuzzies, Moomins, Hemulens, and so on, all of whom had come under the protection of the Mumriks. The Mumriks themselves were quite an impressive group. They were well-organized and disciplined in their own way. They had no chain of command and nothing was ever written down, but Gail and Emmaline's example and intent were followed by all the other Mumriks without fail. They were united by one idea; truly helping the poor and forgotten citizens of the city. The residents never ran out of supplies and when the residents had to lay low or scatter due to the presence of the police or the gangs, no one panicked and everyone followed what would be the best procedure without having to be told what to do."

"The Mumriks all wore loose fitting and ragged street clothing; sneakers, work boots, denim jeans, athletic pants, t-shirts, hoodies and work shirts while indoors and heavy Winter coats and pants over that when they went outdoors. The best of the clothing that the Mumriks were able to 'aquire' was reserved for the residents. This is where I was expected to come in."

"Emmaline asked me if I could provide unwanted clothing from Aunt Jane's store on a regular basis. I explained that getting around Frederick would be impossible and that we would have to let him in on the scheme. I also explained that he would most likely be in favor of it, and that I could see him finding ways to deliver the clothing more secretly, surely and safely."

"To make a long story short, When I explained the situation to Frederick a few days later, his reaction was exactly what I had hoped for. He instantly agreed to arrange for the delivery of the clothing to drop off points specified by Gail and Emmaline and keep its absence appearing to be legitimate on the store's books."

" 'My dear Moomin.' he said to me very seriously, but at the same time looking rather thrilled at the whole thing and proud of me, 'The success of this endeavor will depend on you distracting Jane from paying close attention to the store for a few months while we iron out the potential difficulties in this arrangement. I'm afraid that I must ask you to get into rather a lot of constant trouble for at least that long to accomplish this. Jane will pursue you and attempt to bring you home. You must keep her chasing after you and not allow yourself to get caught. Are you up to it, my boy?', I nodded and we began planning how I would conduct my daily mischief."

"Aunt Jane spent her weekday evenings at various high society gatherings, which I would crash and then run off with as much of the best of the wine, liquor and food as I could carry. I would make as much of a scene in public as possible, guaranteeing that she would pursue me personally rather than call the police. The Mumriks would provide me with unlicensed cabs and drivers to help me make my getaways and seedy, low-rent apartments to hide in. The cabs were one of the many ways that they made money for the safe houses."

"Thus began a game of cat and mouse that Aunt Jane and I ended playing for the next three years. Even after the clandestine clothing delivery service was firmly established, I couldn't resist tormenting Aunt Jane by making a public spectacle of myself as cover for running errands for the Mumriks. Naturally, she saw it as her duty to bring me back to her townhouse and under her supervision. And so, our grand duel of wits and wills truly began. As promised, in return for my aid, the Mumriks showed me the slums, lower class bars, clubs, restaurants and food stands, and the homeless camps of the city. What amazed me most about the poor people of the city is that most of them never gave up. They kept moving forward, looking for any opportunity to make their lives and the lives of those around them better."

"I'll describe all of this in much greater detail when I start writing it down for my Memoirs, and I might be persuaded to tell a particularly good story from my time on the run from Aunt Jane in the boroughs of New York once in a while. For now, however, there's really only one story of that time that's left to be told; how I made good my escape back to Moominland and the Autarch's estate during my fourth year in New York, and I will tell that story tomorrow night."

Everyone started heading off to bed except Moominpapa, who asked Snufkin if he could help with cleaning the punch cups and pitcher. They carried everything into the kitchen and Moominpapa began to do the washing in the kitchen sink while Snufkin sat at the kitchen table.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Papa?", asked Snufkin.

"I know that even after nine years of being happily united with Moomintroll and Snork Maiden, living here in Moominhouse, and helping them raise their children," said Moominpapa, "You still wonder sometimes what you are doing being in love with Moomintroll and being part of a family. You wonder what purpose you serve here in Moominhouse. You wonder whether you might be betraying your real nature as a Mumrik. I also know that it's even more complicated than that for you because your parents are The Joxter and The Mymble. Only you get to decide who you are and where you belong. You should trust in the love that you found first and foremost. You should also know that you became a permanent member of the Moomin family the instant you met Moomintroll and you became friends back when you were both eleven. By The Booble, that feels like such a long time ago and like it was only yesterday at the same time! I'm very much afraid that you're stuck with us. You didn't ever have to be anyone or anything else than who you were at the moment to be fully a member of this family. You don't need to prove anything or fulfill any role here. We all love you exactly as you are."

"Thank you, Papa!", said Snufkin. He suddenly felt overcome with his love for the entire Moomin family and gave Moominpapa a hug for the first time in his life. Snufkin then headed off to his room to join Moomintroll in his bed, his steps noticeably lighter and freer.

To Be Continued

[depressed-sugar-baby]

Ok so I was think y'all might want to know where to read some of the best yoai manga and such, I also have some recommendations

Here u are-

Receptioning the newcomers is a task for YuYang, and he ends up helping the unsociable and towering LiHuan, the kind of person that does everything to be disliked. But after better knowing each other, he discovers that the giant isn't that bad of a person at all...

🔞Make me bark-

Sungjoon's not doing great, but life is looking up. His job at the convenience store pays enough for him to afford his own place. A tiny, smelly, and laughably cheap place, but he loves it. He loves it right up until he walks home and finds it on fire.

Unfortunately, things get worse as he realizes he doesn't know anyone in the city who can help. Wait, no... that's not right. Actually, he does know Lee Hyo-in. A rich kid from his university who is, coincidentally, looking for a roommate. Well, not a roommate. More of a... dog.

🔞Love is an illusion-

Hye-sung spent his entire life believing he was an Alpha, the top of the genetic lottery. But his world is flipped upside down when he finds out he isn’t an Alpha, but a lowly Omega. After this revelation, he continuously crosses paths with Dojin, an Alpha who can’t stand Omegas. Take a step into the omegaverse and find out what it is that makes their pulses race and their bodies go wild.

Vampire heart-

A high school boy crosses paths with a hungry vampire who ends up enrolled in his school and entangled in his heart.

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Dokyung who happened to run into Hajin, whose clothes and lips were covered with blood, ran away in surprise, but gets caught. In this moment of danger, a cat appears and thanks to that, Dokyung runs away from Hajin and frees himself safely.

In the next day, Dokyung, who was still upset over the things that happened the day before, runs into Hajin by chance again. In the end, as he got caught by Hajin again, he reveals his name and even his class number, Dokyung returns to his own dormitory while shaking in nervousness....

But what's this? His dorm roommate was changed to Hajin?!

Angel buddy-

At first he thought his "abilities" were limited to seeing the average ghost here and there, but one day he witnesses a real life angel floating in midair and staring at him. ... Sooho's had many a ghost follow him around in his short life, but he's never had to take care of an angel...

Cherry blossoms after winter-

From living under the same roof to then being classmates?!

Ever since his parents passed away, Haebom has been living in Taeseong’s house. And now, being a 12th grader, he enters the same class as Taeseong, which makes the whole situation way more awkward. Living together 24/7, Taeseong and Haebom's relationship is bound to change.

Salad days-

This is the story between a young innocent ballet boy and a passionate, determined boxing boy. The two met at the children's palace, and since then, they have grown up together supporting each other. May there be hardships, may there be obstacles, yet they never stopped pursuing their dreams. The beauty of the salad days is the sweat from the hard work and the bonding of friendship. Although they have completely different paths set up for them, what never changes is their beautiful friendship...

Unintentional love story-

I can't find a summary

🔞Okubyoumono ni I Love You-

Due to his scary face, Shougo has been alone since entering university. But unexpected events lead him to become close with Hina, from the same university. Shougo, elated at the fact he's become friends with the cool and kind Hina, finds out that Hina breaks out into hives when people treat him with affection - a "love allergy"?!

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[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

Let's talk about life as a student in Hogwarts.

Send me numbers! If they're blank/not in purple - Headcanons Masterpost

1. What house will you be in? Hufflepuff

2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you'd be great in a house you didn't consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want? I mean I wouldn't want to tell the hat his job, he's an experienced sorter...

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school? A cat called Merlin

4. If you were in class, where would you normally sit? Depends on the class I'm in, social butterfly

5. What do you think you'll be doing right now? I should be studying but I'm possibly trying to change my hair colour with spells

6. What's the core of your wand?

7. Do you think you'll be part of the quidditch team? Fingers crossed always

8. Will you be part of any organization??? I might. I'm quite the geek. I hear there's a Muggle Appreciation society

9. Will you go home during holidays? Yes, most times

10. Do you think you'll have friends from other houses? Sure why not.

11. What will you pack for school?

12. How about when going home for holidays, what will you bring home?

13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school? No Hogwarts has always been the dream school for the Molloys

14. Do you think you'll be a prefect or head girl/boy? *laughs* probably not

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born? Pure blood Mums side, but not lofty with it - half blood Dad's.

16. Will you be related to any wizarding family? My Dads side is Irish, so big family. My mother's is American. So connection to both countries magical families.

17. Will you be a student who gets into trouble a lot? O_o

18. Do you think you'll get a lot of detention? For what reason/s? Because I'm too enthusiastic for my own good. I don't have a filter. I can be clumsy

19. On hogsmeade visits, what shops will you go to?

20. Will you be supportive of your house's quidditch team? Yes

21. Will you read Hogwarts: A History? Possibly. I like history

22. Do you think you'll get a lot of letters from home? How frequent do you think you'll get them? As long as I don't get any Howlers I can't complain

23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media? All of above

24. Which part of the castle will be your favorite? The great hall, the library, the room of requirement. Incase I ever require privacy...

25. When sleeping in your dormitory, will your four-poster bed's curtains be drawn or closed? If I really need shut eye closed only

26. If the team your house played against wins, do you think you'll be bitter towards the other team after the game? If I survive the game without attending the hospital wing then I'd be too happy to worry

27. Do you think you'll be a fan of wizard music? Any music. I have CDs too.

28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it? Yep. I definitely won't use a family heirloom maraunders map. Nope...

29. How frequent will your visits to the library be? I like books so quite often.

30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore's army, will you join? To rebel against authority or an evil force?

31. If you were to get detention, what task would you prefer? Would you want to scrub cauldrons or clean trophies or sort through unlabeled books or…? Sorting unravelled books would be strangely pleasing...

32. On your o.w.l.s, what subject/s will you get an O in? Which ones do you think you’ll get a T on?

33. How about in your n.e.w.t.s?

34. If you were a pure-blood, would you take interest in reading muggle literature? Yes. It makes a change looking at photos thatbdont stare back

35. At what time do you think you'll go to bed on weekdays?

36. Would you prefer firewhiskey over butterbeer? I quite like butterbeer, but for the distinguished company Firewhiskey

37. What wizard snack would be your favorite? Or which one would you like to try?

38. Will you collect chocolate frog cards? I have quite the collection by now

39. Will you keep track of which flavor of beans you already tried? I used to, but that's half the fun. The surprise.

40. What quidditch team (excluding hogwarts houses) will you support?

41. What classes will you take for n.e.w.t.s?

42. What will your boggart be?

43. Will you stay in the hog’s head or the three broomsticks? Which ones got the worse reputation? That one...*Winks*

44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the triwizard tournament if they ever host one again? Hmmm I'd rather not die young, thanks

45. What do you think happens during graduation?

46. Will you see the thestrals carrying the carriages? No

47. If you were invited to join the slug club, will you accept the invitation? See next question

48. Will you consider becoming a professor in hogwarts after school? I doubt they'd have you

49. What would your patronus be? A unicorn

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus? Seeing the unicorn in magical forest near my grandparents farm in Ireland

51. What year are you suppose to be in right now? //Verse/thread dependent, So far no mini first year Daniel threads have been written though. Yule Ball upwards.

[auburnandamberangel]

Let's talk about life as a student in Hogwarts.

[From meme/asks by @dracosdilemma - Using as a headcanon master post]

1. What house will you be in? Slytherin

2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you’d be great in a house you didn’t consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want? I feel Slytherin was a strong choice, though Gryffindor was a close second.

3. What kind of animal would you bring to school? Snakes. Rosa a ruby cornsnake, Basil short for Basilisk a boa and

4. If you were in class, where would you normally sit? Where ever I choose

5. What do you think you’ll be doing right now? Sitting watching the sunset with Bianca, sharing the latest gossip and how to most bed our enemies

6. What’s the core of your wand? Dragons Heartstring

7. Do you think you’ll be part of the quidditch team? Yes. I'm an excellent flyer. Good balance. Seeker as preference.

8. Will you be part of any organization??? It depends on the company. I might make my own clubs though

9. Will you go home during holidays? Perhaps...

10. Do you think you’ll have friends from other houses? Variety is the spice of life. Houses are a whim of fate, and the hat. It needn't necessitate social segregation.

11. What will you pack for school? Anything I wish

12. How about when going home for holidays, what will you bring home? Anything I need

13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school? Moot. I did see Q.17

14. Do you think you’ll be a prefect or head girl/boy? Perhaps. I do not need validation feom my peers but if others thought as much...

15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born?

Pure-blood but with unconventional parents/relations on both sides

16. Will you be related to any wizarding family? Most pure bloods were more than kissing cousins so more than likely

17. Will you be a student who gets into trouble a lot?

Does a reputation from my former school, Darmstrungs precede me. Only if I'm caught

18. Do you think you’ll get a lot of detention? For what reason/s?

I do like to try my utmost in class, and if the teachers take my enthusiasm as back chat and sass then it says more about their faith in their own competency as a tutor than mine as a pupil, no.

19. On hogsmeade visits, what shops will you go to? All of them

20. Will you be supportive of your house’s quidditch team? Are there students who aren't ...

21. Will you read Hogwarts: A History? Yes before entering Hogwarts

22. Do you think you’ll get a lot of letters from home? How frequent do you think you’ll get them?

23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media?

24. Which part of the castle will be your favorite? Secret passages. Towers. Anywhere I can study or socialise in peace.25. When sleeping in your dormitory, will your four-poster bed’s curtains be drawn or closed? Mood /energy dictated either.

26. If the team your house played against wins, do you think you’ll be bitter towards the other team after the game? Specific until I experience it

27. Do you think you’ll be a fan of wizard music?

28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it? //Armand a marauders map, that way he keeps tabs of friends and enemies alike.

29. How frequent will your visits to the library be? I have a large collection of familial books so not as often. Socially perhaps yes.

30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore’s army, will you join?

If the need arose...

31. If you were to get detention, what task would you prefer? Would you want to scrub cauldrons or clean trophies or sort through unlabeled books or…? Unlabeled Books. I find pleasure in organisation. Otherwise it had better be a good reason for giving me detention at all

32. On your o.w.l.s, what subject/s will you get an O in? Which ones do you think you’ll get a T on?

Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts definitely and the other subjects I should also do well in. *Wrinkles his nose at Troll as a concept to marks*. Well perhaps Divination though I feel I'd rather not take that imprecise subject at all. You either have the gift or you don't. (He does have some ability)

33. How about in your n.e.w.t.s?

34. If you were a pure-blood, would you take interest in reading muggle literature? Why not. I find adventure and mystery novels very good sources of information.

35. At what time do you think you’ll go to bed on weekdays?

36. Would you prefer firewhiskey over butterbeer? I'd rather drink fire whiskey or actual mortal wines. Butterbeer is sweet slop.

37. What wizard snack would be your favorite? Or which one would you like to try?

38. Will you collect chocolate frog cards?

39. Will you keep track of which flavor of beans you already tried? I confess I did once when I was much younger

40. What quidditch team (excluding hogwarts houses) will you support?

41. What classes will you take for n.e.w.t.s?

42. What will your boggart be?

43. Will you stay in the hog’s head or the three broomsticks?

44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the triwizard tournament if they ever host one again?

45. What do you think happens during graduation?

46. Will you see the thestrals carrying the carriages? Yes

47. If you were invited to join the slug club, will you accept the invitation? The name is hardly enticing is it...No

48. Will you consider becoming a professor in hogwarts after school? No

49. What would your patronus be?

50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus?

51. What year are you suppose to be in right now? //Verse/thread dependant.

▪He uses the rooms beneath the whomping willow as an extra hidey hole for his friends. And in later years somewhere for privacy with Daniel.

▪He likes Daniels cat, Merlin far more than he ever let’s on.

[a-queenoffairys]

Some more photos to go with my last post. These books are all novelisations of existing episodes aimed at a younger audience. They’re only available in French. I’ll let CL.fr show you the list of corresponding episodes. This one is New Order.

Each book starts with a summary of the overall plot and key locations, character profiles (which I’ll translate later today because heck yeah profiles) and a list of key terms from the series and their definitions.

The story and dialogue of each book follows the episode pretty closely, but you get extra details here and there like an additional line of dialogue or the character’s thoughts and feelings. It’s illustrated with screenshots from the episode.

(If you’re interested in CL books, there was one series dubbed the “Chronicles” that had an original story, continuing on from the end of the TV series. It was never published in English but it’s been translated by fans and is available online here.)

Edit: character profiles below!

Yumi Ishiyama Age: 14. Schooling: In year 9 at Kadic Academy, good student, liked by her teachers, day student. Family: Japanese parents. Likes: The colour black, Japanese culture, literary subjects, loyalty, reflection, humour and irony. Hates: Injustice and superficiality. Virtual character: Japanese princess. The Overwing is Yumi’s vehicle, a cross between a scooter and a hovercraft. Easy to handle, it allows for travel on Lyoko. Zen, mature for her age, Yumi commands respect and often makes the important decisions.

Ulrich Stern Age: 13. Schooling: In year 8 at Kadic Academy, average student, boarder, shares his room with Odd. Family: Only child of quite rich parents whom he doesn’t see very often. Likes: Combat sports especially pencak silat, soccer, annoying the dormitory RA, playing indifferent. Hates: Discipline and secrets. Virtual character: A samurai. Ulrich uses the Overbike, an ultra-compact and very powerful motorbike with outstanding acceleration. Mysterious, rebellious and cool-headed, Ulrich is a real virtuoso in the action.

Odd Della Robia Age: 13. Schooling: In year 8 at Kadic Academy, average student (with Jeremy’s help), boarder, shares his room with Ulrich. Family: Artistic parents who gave him the taste for freedom and a curious mind. Likes: Games, art, whims, humour, his dog Kiwi. Hates: Being serious, logic and moderation. Virtual character: Cat-boy. Odd’s Overboard is a lithe, lightweight flying surfboard that requires great skill to ride, it allows him to perform amazing stunts. Indifferent to danger, acting on instinct, Odd is the daredevil and entertainer of the group.

Jeremy Belpois Age: 12. Schooling: In year 8 at Kadic Academy, gifted student, boarder. Family: Only child, parents of modest background who are very proud of their prodigy. Likes: Computing, robots, machines, inventions, equations, virtual reality. Hates: The routine of daily life. Virtual character: None. Jeremy is the boy genius of the group and supervises his friends’ virtual voyages like an orchestra conductor.

Aelita Weapon: Doesn’t fight. Power: Synthesising natural ephemeral objects. Distinguishing feature: She knows Lyoko perfectly. A virtual humanoid creature with a [confident/trusting] and peaceful temperament, Aelita is the sole inhabitant and the guardian of Lyoko. Her existence is completely linked to X.A.N.A.’s.

Sissi, alias Elisabeth Delmas: Year 8 boarder, principal’s daughter. Herb Pichon, Nicolas Poliakoff: Year 8 boarders, Sissi’s devoted admirers. Milly Solovieff, Tamiya Diop: Year 6 boarders, Kadic Academy’s journalists. Jean-Pierre Delmas: Principal of Kadic Academy. Suzanne Hertz: Teaches life and Earth sciences, and technology. Jim Morales: Physical education teacher and dormitory resident assistant.