#My mom named it the wand of obedience

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

you know what sometimes i realize that despite everything i still try to place blame on myself for everything i went through. “I dont feel anything and that’s because I’m a bad person” no bitch you dont feel anything bc your parents beat the emotions out of you with a wooden stick that had a smilie face sticker on the right side and a bible proverb on the left side. “But they only did it when it was necessary” they beat you up every time you stimmed or zoned out during church everytime you forgot something or every time you questioned a teaching “but i should have known better i was old enough to know when not to do that-“ you were 7. You were 7 and a child that needed to stim and fidget bc that was the only way you could get yourself to focus on anything.

[lostmyremembrall]

༒ 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒕. 𝟏𝟎 ༒

Continuation of Oh to be in a pretty dress and have a gun

Sub! Tom Riddle x Dom! Fem! Reader Tom Riddle x Abraxas Malfoy Genre: smut

Summary: we just want to see Tom fucked by your strap-on in front of his follower.

Warning: Minors DNI. Praise kink. Dumbification. Subtle mom kink. Degradation. Voyeurism. Anal sex. M/M/M/M/F. Fivesome. Edging. Orgasm denial. Tom worshipping you. Nymph!Tom. Objectification. Everyone wants a slice of Tom's cakes.

"She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.

Now, she was the one who held him on a leash."

Photos aren’t mine.

{𝑵𝒂��𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔}

Taglist: @abaker74 @royalty-burning-flame @benebejenn

Abraxas Malfoy was about to go insane.

No owls. No patronus messages. Nothing.

Only a short visit he said. Just to convince  Y/L/N to join the crusade, he said. Abraxas believed Tom Riddle; it was true that Y/L/N’s last name held great political and social influence in the wizarding world.

But, when the Dark Lord did not return to the Malfoy Manor after two full days, it was a major concern.

“Get out of the way, Atticus,” Abraxas hissed through gritted teeth. “His safety is my responsibility.”

Atticus was still adamant about not letting him pass through the door, his large figure towering in front of him.

“I’m warning you, Malfoy,” Atticus’ low grumble came across a lot calmer than Abraxas. “I could easily charge you for trespassing.”

“And you for kidnapping,” Abraxas retorted, whipping a wand dramatically out of his robe. At the sound that resembled Tom’s yelp, he grew more agitated. “Now move,” he pointed the wand at Atticus.

Atticus merely rolled his eyes and moved out of the way to the door. “Have it your way,” he sighed.

Abraxas dashed and hurled himself at the door. The door opened quite easily, contrary to his expectation.

“Tom!” he shouted as he attempted to gain back his balance. But the sight that welcomed him was enough to make his head spin again.

No. What was happening in the room was far beyond ‘networking’.

Tom Riddle, his Dark Lord, was bent over the office desk, gripping at the edge as he was thrusted by a cylinder. His shoulders and back tensed under Y/N’s hand, her hand using the grip on him to thrust into him. The curious cylinder– what very much looked like it was made for this purpose– was attached to her hip with belts.

“Welcome, Abraxas,” it was Y/N who said through her short breath.

Abraxas followed your gaze onto the Dark Lord, panting like a dog as he arched his back.

“What are you doing to him?!” Abraxas shouted, coming across more like a desperate plea.

“It’s–, it’s alright, Abraxas,” Tom managed to say through his moans. He slightly angled his head towards him, but his hooded eyes were not brave enough to see his devout follower in the eyes. “It will–, just be a minute, and we can go home–”

Tom’s scattered speech was cut short by Y/N’s thrusts, deeper now. 

“Oh, come now,” you pouted dramatically, “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

Her eyes, burning with desire, turned towards Abraxas, sending a shiver down his spine. She’s changed. Abraxas could only watch in horror. She was no longer the shy, timid, and obedient girl that used to follow everywhere after Tom.

Now, she was the one who held him on a leash.

“Things just got fun,” she murmured into Tom’s right ear, the hot breath tingly on his skin.

You watched him clench his hands on your desk, only responding in tremble and violent shakes.  You raised your brows at Atticus and Eridanus, barely noticeable, signalling them to come over. They were more than happy to comply.

Atticus hungrily watched Tom as his body slammed against the edge of the desk, the Dark Lord's intent eyes staring, almost glaring up at Atticus challengingly. Atticus’ hands reached into his hair, messing it up even more. Without a word, he gave into his desire and started tracing passionate kisses down his neck, burying himself into Tom’s skin as if he desperately craved it. Eridanus, on the other hand, snaked his hands up and down Tom’s torso, tracing kisses down his left collarbone.

Tom leaned into Atticus’ head, closing his eyes, but his mouth parted open to let out occasional sighs. 

Watching your three men entwine with each other, as your henchmen treated Tom like the most expensive whore, a deep desire ignited in your core. Only to be interrupted when your ears caught Tom mumbling some words in short breaths.

“What was that, Tommy?” you asked.

Your eyes were almost maniacal when they turned to Abraxas, his eyes mortified and his expression petrified. You beckoned him over, watching contently as he slowly made his steps towards the entangled bodies.

Tom opened his tired eyes up to the heaven. “I want to–,” he breathed out.

 “I–...” but, his voice trailed at Abraxas’s feet that came to a halt in front of him. His eyes followed up to find Abraxas towering over him, his eyes furrowed in a mixture of disappointment, torment, and concern. Like a tidal wave, Tom felt his arousal retreat, like a cold wave that came to grip and nip at his heart instead.

“Glad you got to join us, Malfoy,” Y/N was oblivious to his squirming under Malfoy’s gaze. Perhaps, she didn’t care, even. Malfoy’s eyes raised to meet Y/N flash the kindest smile, “I think you’re just in time to see him cum.”

“It’s just so fun to bully a Dark Lord,” you snickered, roughly pulling and rustling Tom’s hair.

As expected, Tom whipped his head to send you a petrifying glare, the same one he sent at Eridanus, you presumed. But, knowing Tom inside and out, there was nothing that he could do that could scare you.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “Eridanus, please humble him.”

Eridanus slid off the desk only to dive underneath it. There was a low grumble as Tom groaned at Eridanus’ mouth that just wrapped around his member. His eyes rolled backwards, sighing into the pleasure that was slowly obscuring his embarrassment.

“You were just saying, Tommy?” she gently brushed his hair, who was now averting Malfoy’s eyes to the side, biting down on his lips.

He mumbled again, his cheeks flustered. 

You slowed down until the rattling of the desk died down. “Were you able to catch that, Malfoy?” you furrowed.

Seemingly still in shock, Abraxas shook his head. You leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dark Lord who had opted for burying his face down.

“Sorry, Tom. We couldn’t catch that,” you felt a mean smirk reaching your lips. “Could you say that again?”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Tom almost shouted. “I want to come. I want to fucking come already.”

“Happy?” he turned a pair of reproachful eyes to you.

“I am,” you smirked, catching a glance at Malfoy’s flabbergasted expression. You gripped his slender waist, and rewarded him by picking up a pace again, eliciting another moan from him.

“You’ve been so good, right, Tom?” you murmured into his ear as you pushed further into him. Something had changed within Tom, as lust clouded his eyes and he sunk himself deeper on top of you, nodding. It was surprising how much he can take in for his first time. “You’ve been hard and ready for the whole day.”

Atticus had moved onto nibbling on his neck, leaving traces of dark purple down his neck. He moved his large hand up to cover Tom’s airways, holding his nostrils down. Tom fluttered his eyes shut, furrowed eyes of Abraxas disappearing behind his eyelids.

“You want to bust your nuts all over my desk?” you continued into his ear. Tom nodded fervently, his brows furrowing deeply. “Squirt all over my expensive stationery?”

You smiled as Tom shut his eyes tight, the climbing orgasm gripping his body whole. Tom was really enjoying the idea of tainting your desk, the idea of leaving his mark.

“Did you want to ask anything?”

Atticus finally removed his hand, eliciting from Tom a gasp for air. “I want to–, I need to come, Y/N,” he breathed out.

 Eridanus had crawled out from underneath the desk, intent on respecting Tom’s wish to come at your hand. Eridanus’ hand gripped at Tom’s cheeks, and his lips now lay pressed against Tom’s, who passionately returned the kiss.

He parted the kiss, his intent eyes boring into those of Eridanus, his eyes blinded with nothing but lust. “I want it more than anything,”  he breathed out before sealing those lips again. “I need to come on your cock,” he said again and again like a mantra in between his kiss with Eridanus, a string of saliva connecting between them.

“Fuck,” Tom gasped, breaking off the kiss to numbly gaze at the ceiling. At this point, Tom did not seem to recognise Atticus leaving bite marks all over his beautiful shoulder.

His black, perfectly-combed hair was now a mess, matted with his sweat.  His hole, abused already by two men, was dripping more cum at your every thrust, the white viscous liquid oozing out to make its way down his ass and thighs. The desk rattled loud again as Tom bent over it, taking everything you had to give him.

“Please, let me come, Y/N,” he managed to say from in between his gritted teeth. It was clear that Tom was struggling to contain his orgasm at this point. You sighed, aware that you had to let him come at some point.

“Please,” Tom’s nuts, full and ready to burst, swung at every thrust. “I’m going to come so hard you’ll love it I’ll do anything I promise, you have to let me come,” Tom was babbling incoherently at this point, oblivious to the tears that were welling in the corners of his eyes.

“You can,” your eyes flickered to Malfoy, just having come up with a brilliant idea. “If Malfoy says so.”

Tom cracked his eyes open and uneasily looked up at the said blond, who has been staring at Tom in shock and awe, his chest heaving up and down in heavied breathing. Malfoy blinked a few times, as if willing to wake from his daydream. He stared down at his Dark Lord, on his fours, begging his ex to let him come, and now, glaring up at him in a mixture of desperate pleading and shame and excitement– daring him to leave a judgemental remark on his loss of pride and respect.

Suddenly aware and ecstatic at the power that he held in his hand, “You may come,” Abraxas Malfoy’s voice came out shuddered.

Tom Riddle shook violently, feeling the most intense orgasm rock himself. He gripped the edge of the desk and arched his back. It was beautiful. His slender, pale figure rising to the heavens, his shoulder blades and every one of his muscles tensing under his delicate skin. He gritted his teeth, feeling his hole pulsate around your cock as if to desperately milk cum out of the plastic. He shut his eyes tight just to open them again to see the stars. In the distance, he thought he heard Eridanus and Atticus murmur dirty words of wanting his cum and wanting to see him come on Y/N.

Tom’s eyes caught Abraxas, his cheeks flushed pink, hungrily captivated by something. He followed his line of sight, just to catch himself squirting cum all over Y/N’s desk. He gasped for air, watching it stain Y/N’s ledger, financial records, beautiful letter sets and fountain pen. Underneath his cum, Y/N’s writing bled out, becoming illegible. He blinked several times astonished at his cock that was still pumping out semen far, seemingly every time Y/N thrusted. His vein in the temple stirred, followed by a loud ringing in his ears.

Y/N pulled out of him. It was by far the longest orgasm he had. He numbly stared at the mess he had made on the desk, as well as Atticus and Eridanus who bent over the desk, intent on not wasting his cum like insatiable vultures. A vague image made its root in Tom's mind, that he had signed some kind of an unspoken, invisible agreement - an agreement that dictated that Tom Riddle jr. now belonged to Y/N and not to himself.

That they were all going to feast on him until he had nothing left to offer. Until Lord Voldemort was nothing but skin and bones. Nothing but a mere dusty recollection of an image and hope for change and power.

He felt his arms give out underneath him, nearly falling into the puddle of his own cum before a pair of arms caught him. With his tired eyes, he traced the arms to find Abraxas, holding him securely.

Abraxas' fingers, slick with Tom's cum, traced his lips. His eyes still alight wild desires that Tom has never seen before, searching for more where Tom had nothing left to give. Abraxas' lips found Tom's in a passionate kiss, once again, the bitter taste of his own cum staining the back of his throat.

“Look at the mess you made,” through the veil of his exhaustion, he thought he heard Y/N tsk. Her fingers traced the curves of his body and wrapped around his member.

Tom sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning into Abraxas' kiss.

Perhaps, it wasn't too bad. Letting go of Lord Voldemort like this.

A/N: Again, so sorry for the very slow update with this series! I really want to thank you guys for the comments, reblogs that encouraged me to keep writing. With so many new fics that I want to write, these are what brings me back to continuing this!

I think I've written most of the ideas for sub!Tom... maybe 2 or 3 more chapters left🤔 Of course, if there is anything you wanted to see, requests are always welcome!

[bewitchingbooktours]

Hell Holes: A Slave’s Revenge

Hell Holes

Book Four

Donald Firesmith

Genre: SciFi, Dystopian, Alien Invasion 

Publisher: Magical Wand Press

Date of Publication: August 1, 2021

ISBN: 979-8527374209 (Paperback — Amazon KDP)

ASIN: B09416M34X 

Number of pages: 455

Word Count: 105,000

Cover Artist: Ellie Augsburger 

Tagline: An epic story of love, loss, friendship, and survival under the most hellish of conditions

 Book Description:

A multi-award-winning prequel to the Hell Holes series of alien invasion novels, Hell Holes: A Slave’s Revenge is an epic story of love, loss, friendship, and survival under the most hellish of conditions.

A typical Alaskan teenager, Paul’s greatest joy is hunting and fishing with his father. But when alien demons attack his family’s isolated cabin, they shatter Paul’s comfortable life. After killing his father, the demons enslave Paul, his mother, and his twin sister and teleport them to a desert world in the Demonic Empire. Once on the planet Hell, the captives’ survival is far from certain, and they face a terrible choice. They can either live as useful slaves or be immediately slaughtered as food for the merciless demons.

With his demon masters demanding their slaves’ absolute obedience to their brutal human overseers, Paul soon learns to hide his burning hatred and desire for revenge behind the stoic expression of a servile slave. But as the years slowly pass, Paul adapts to survive, first as a field slave and then as a gladiator. Will he live long enough to take his revenge, or will Paul’s years of slavery rob him of his will to resist and cost him his humanity?

Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/BZfNSeO_f8w

 Amazon: https://amzn.to/3HCOVBt

Excerpt:

Prologue

MY NAME IS PAUL CHAPMAN. When I was just fifteen years old, a band of demonic aliens murdered my father and captured my mother, sister, and me. These vicious creatures — the source of humanity’s myths of devils, imps, and hellhounds — took us through a hidden portal to Hell, the nearest planet to Earth in their vast empire. I spent the next twenty-three years there as their slave.

I was rescued during the Armageddon War and became the only captive human to ever escape from Hell. Over the following months, members of the US military and various specialists spent countless hours interviewing and debriefing me to learn everything I knew about Hell and the demons. They provided a therapist to help me recover from my horrendous experiences and adjust to my new life back on Earth. She recommended I document my life as a slave. This book is my story: the autobiography of my life as a slave on Hell.

The Hunt-Chapter 1

MY PARENTS, Robert and Mary Chapman, met while first-year students at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. He studied wildlife biology while she studied anthropology, concentrating her studies on the history and culture of the native Inuit. Although they had grown up in the Lower 48, they fell in love with Alaska and decided to remain after graduating.

Dad had hoped to obtain a job as a wildlife biologist, but such jobs were rare and paid little. Mom hadan even harder time finding suitable work. So, when my maternal grandfather died two years later, my parents decided to use her modest inheritance to buy a dry cabin and live a subsistence lifestyle. They would hunt caribou and moose, trap small game for furs and food, and fish for salmon during spawning season.

Mom and Dad eventually bought a cabin on the north shore of the Kobuk River. Only seven miles upstream of the tiny town of Kobuk, the house was close enough to make buying provisions easy. The town’s simple landing strip also made visiting relatives practical and would enable evacuation in case of a medical emergency.

Miles from their nearest neighbors, the cabin was also isolated enough to offer all the seclusion a family could ever want. Nestled between the nearby river and the Brooks Range a few miles to the north, my parents had found the home of their dreams.

My twin sister, Sarah, and I were born a few years later, and we grew up in some of the most beautiful land imaginable. The chores were many, the work was hard, but the rewards of freedom and the wilderness’s majesty made the hardships well worthwhile. I loved the life and couldn’t imagine ever leaving it.

This story begins when Sarah and I were fifteen. It was early August, and the Chinook salmon were running up the river to spawn. After breakfast, Mom and Sarah were going fishing. Dad and I had built a fish wheel, an ingenious tool that automatically catches the salmon. An underwater fence forces some of the fish towards the wheel that the river’s current turns. Baskets attached to the wheel’s rim scoop up the fish and dump them into a box. Mom and Sarah were going to carry the salmon back to the cabin, clean them, and hang them up over a fire in our smokehouse. Their work would ensure we would have plenty of smoked salmon to eat during the long Alaskan winter.

While they were fishing, Dad and I would hunt moose and check our traps for small game. We took our rifles and headed upriver away from town. We left our dog, Sergeant, behind so her barking would warn Mom and Sarah of any bear that might be attracted by the smell of our fish.

We started by checking our traps, but they were empty. Not a single one had been tripped. And we didn’t spot any small game even though we didn’t talk, and we walked carefully to avoid making any unnecessary noise.

When it was nearing lunchtime, we turned around and headed back to our cabin. This time, instead of following the river trail, we hiked up towards the nearby mountains forming the southern edge of the Brooks Range. As before, the area seemed completely devoid of animal life, which was pretty unusual. We’d typically see something, even if it was too far away or on the far side of the river.

About halfway home, we spotted the remains of a bull moose that had been recently killed.

Because the bears were busy with the salmon, we initially thought it had been brought down by wolves. But it wasn’t. Enormous chunks of flesh had been removed in single bites, and the bites’ edges were too clean to have been made by wolves or bears.

It was strange that we couldn’t identify the tracks in the soft ground around the carcass. There were many large and small hoof prints, but they were shorter and rounder than moose and elk tracks.

Stranger still were the giant paw prints from the carnivore that had brought down the moose.

Easily twice the length of wolf prints, they had only three toes, and the separate claw marks were much longer than wolf or even bear claws. Dad, the biologist, was stumped. The prints didn’t seem to belong to any Alaskan wild animal or to any animal for that matter. The only tracks he could think of that were even somewhat similar were those of ostriches, emus, and cassowaries.

But the claw marks were too short for ostrich and emu tracks, and the cassowary only has one claw that long, not three.

“Dad, how about a really big dog?” I asked. “Maybe a Newfoundland had lost a toe.”

Dad shook his head. “Can’t be. See how the toes are arranged symmetrically? And besides, why would a dog have the same toe removed on each paw?”

“What about a dinosaur?” I suggested jokingly.

Dad actually considered it for a second before answering, “You know, it does look a little like a theropod footprint. It might have been a reasonable hypothesis if it weren’t for the little fact they’re all extinct except for the birds. No, this has to be a hoax. Someone’s trying to start a rumor about a strange beast roaming the Alaskan wilderness. Probably wants to draw tourists hoping to catch sight of the mythological creature.”

“But Dad, what about the bite marks?”

“My guess is that they used a curved knife to make them. Still, whoever did it did a good job.

They had me going for a bit. Come on, let’s head home and tell the girls about our mysterious find.”

So, we hiked back to the cabin and had lunch with Mom and Sarah. They told us about the baskets of fish they had caught and cleaned. We told them about the moose kill we’d stumbled on, the strange tracks, and the huge bite marks. Mom agreed with Dad that it wouldprobably turn out to be a hoax, but Sarah wasn’t sure what to think.

After lunch, Dad and I headed out again to see if we’d have any better luck hunting. We didn’t.

The animals, both big and small, were still missing, and we were once more forced to come back empty-handed. I did, however, carry my camera with me and took some pictures of our find. For a laugh, I figured I would upload them onto Facebook the next time I was back in town where I could get internet service.

 About the Author:

Donald Firesmith is a multi-award-winning author of speculative fiction including science fiction (alien invasion), fantasy (magical wands), horror, and modern urban paranormal novels and anthologies of short stories.

Prior to retiring to devote himself full-time to his novels, Donald Firesmith earned an international reputation as a distinguished engineer, authoring seven system/software engineering books based on his 40+ years spent developing large, complex software-intensive systems.

He lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with his wife Becky, his daughter Sera, and varying numbers of dogs and cats.

Website: http://donaldfiresmith.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/don.firesmith/

[thecasperanfamily]

can we hear the story of lin's first piercing please?

A/N: Lin is about 16 here. Hope you enjoy!

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” 

“For the last time, Jules, I’m positive,” Lin asserted, ignoring the nervous clench in his stomach as the needle in Julia’s hand flashed dangerously. “You said you know how to do it.” 

“I do.....Sort of. I mean, my Tia Dolores showed me how once--she does this often at her work. I just...maybe it would be better if you went to someone else? A-and your parents, do they know you’re doing this?” 

“Mom and Dad said I can get piercings, but I either gotta pay for ‘em myself or wait until my birthday.” Lin rattled off the list of requirements in such a way that made Julia suspect he had been told those things many times already. “...Bu-u-ut if you do it for me, then I don’t have to pay for it, and I can save my birthday for something else.” 

“I don’t remember saying I wouldn’t charge you,” Julia remarked coyly, holding the needle in the open flame of the candle on her windowsill. 

“I should at least get a Best Friend’s Discount,” Lin replied. In spite of his best efforts, he couldn’t help swallowing nervously as Julia slipped on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a marker from her bedside table. 

“Where do you want it?” she asked, brushing his hair out of the way and tilting his head up so the light hit his ear directly. 

“Everybody does the lobe thing these days,” he observed. “What if we put it on top? Like what you have?” Julia gave him a mildly horrified look. 

“You want...? Lin, that is going to hurt like...” She scrambled to find an appropriate English idiom, before abandoning the search with a frustrated huff. “...I cannot find the word for it, but trust me, it is going to hurt!”

“I’m not a baby, Jules. I know what I want, and I can handle it.” He surreptitiously reached over and adjusted his inhibitor cuff as he spoke, setting it to completely siphon all of his magic. 

“Are you sure?” she asked again. Lin gave her an exasperated look. “Fine, fine. But you must not jump when the needle goes in. Understand? If you move while the needle is still in, it will tear your ear.”

“...Okay,” Lin gulped. Julia grabbed his chin and looked him dead in the eye. 

“Swear to me. You will not move.” 

“I got it, I got it! I’ll hold still.” He hooked his legs around the stool beneath him and braced his hands on his knees. Julia took a deep breath, marked the spot on the top of his ear, then took up the needle and a cotton ball. She placed the cotton behind his ear and lined up the needle. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled back and grabbed a leather belt out of her dresser. 

“Bite down on this,” she ordered, shoving it in Lin’s hands. 

“Oh, come on, Jules, really? I’m not that--” He stopped short at the look Julia sent him and obediently slipped the folded leather between his teeth. 

“Okay,” Julia breathed, lining up the needle once more. “On the count of three, ready? Uno...Dos...Tres!”

*****

“Douxie!” 

The single, distressed cry of a small wood nymph jolted Douxie awake as effectively as a nearby gunshot. He flailed for a moment, blinded by the book that had been covering his face, before tumbling off the sofa with a yelp. He scrambled to his feet just in time to catch Nari, who had tripped over his shoes when she came running into the living room. 

“What, what?! What’s happening?” Douxie demanded somewhat blearily, holding Nari out at arm’s length and instinctively searching her for injury. 

“It is Lin! I do not know what has happened, but I felt his soul cry out just now. He is frightened and in pain!” By now, Zoe and Archie had appeared on the scene, the former with her wand still between her teeth and a half-finished gadget clutched in her hands. 

“Skateboarding accident, most likely,” Archie suggested. 

“No, I can tell when he is injured by something like that,” Nari fretted. “His aura shows pain, but it never trembles with such fear like this.” 

“...Oh, fuzzbuckets,” Douxie muttered, summoning his vambrace from where he had left it on the coffee table and slipping it over his wrist. 

“I thought he was with Julia!” Zoe burst out, her wand now back in her hand where it belonged. 

“Yeah, that’s where he’s supposed to be!” Douxie agreed, tugging one of his high tops onto his foot with one hand while the other pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Lin. “But since when has that ever mattered to--Lin? Lin, where are you?!” 

***** If there was a worse time to get a phone call from his parents, Lin couldn’t fathom it. He was trying to muffle his screams into one of Julia’s pillows as she frantically dabbed at his new piercing with rubbing alcohol, crooning what Lin assumed were comforting words in rapid Spanish, but he was too preoccupied with the apparent fire she had set to his ear to translate. 

“BLOODY FUZZBUCKETS!” he screeched, voice still muffled by the pillow. “GODS DAMMIT ALL TO--” His string of expletives was cut off by the sound of his phone going off, clattering against the surface of Julia’s nightstand where he had left it. He emerged from the pillow and stared at it in horror, feeling his heart jump into his throat as he saw a photo of his father staring back at him tauntingly. “Oh sh--wait, what are you doing?!” Julia had picked up his phone and was trying to hand it to him. 

“You have to answer it!” she insisted, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“What am I supposed to tell him?!” Lin argued. 

“Anything is better than letting it hang up and having him come looking for you himself!” she reminded him sternly. 

“Touche...” Lin grumbled, taking the phone from her and accepting the call. 

“Lin? Lin, where are you?!” Douxie didn’t even give him a chance to say hello first. 

“With Julia,” Lin squeaked, tears smarting at the corners of his eyes as his left ear continued to burn. 

“With Julia, where? Nari said she could feel something was wrong. What’s happening?” 

“I’m at her house. Nothing’s happen--” He emitted a very high-pitched yelp as Julia chose that unfortunate moment to obsessively pour more alcohol on his wound. 

“MERLIN SAMUEL!” Zoe’s voice thundered into the phone this time. “WHERE ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” 

“I’matJulia’shousesheknowshowtopierceearssoIwentaheadandgotonedon’tworryI’mfine!” 

Why is my name so scary when she says it like that? And how the frick does she always get me to tell the truth so fast? Lin wondered, not for the first time, as silence fell between them. 

“You’re safe?” Zoe demanded, voice a touch calmer this time. 

“Yeah.” 

“And Julia’s not hurt?” He winced at this. He wanted to be offended by the notion, but he was uncomfortably aware of the fact that if he had not thought to adjust his cuff as he had, his friend could have been seriously injured. 

“No. I had my cuff set to max. She’s fine.” 

“Why in the name of sanity would you get your ears pierced without warning us?!” Douxie’s voice this time, and it sounded as tight and strained as it always did these days. 

“You said I could as long as I paid for it!” Lin countered, his cuff humming all the louder as defensiveness boiled up inside him. 

“I didn’t say you could do it without...!” Douxie trailed off and heaved a frustrated sigh. Lin could easily picture the way he was probably pinching the bridge of his nose right now. “...If you’re going to do something like that, you have to tell us,” he continued, sounding more tired than angry now. “You scared your Aunt Nari....And me.”

“Sorry, Aunt Nari,” was all Lin said. There was an uncomfortable pause. Julia had stopped fussing over his ear, and now she stood with her hand on his shoulder, listening to the conversation play out. She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and he felt the defensiveness churning in his stomach boil away entirely. “...Sorry, Dad,” he added softly. 

“...How about we finish this later?” Zoe suggested. “When we’re not all keyed up like this. I want you home no later than seven, Lin. Got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled. 

“Okay.” She paused for a moment. “...We love you, Lin.” 

“...I know,” he sighed. “I’ll see you later.” He ended the call and leaned forward until his elbows rest against his legs, phone still in hand. 

“It looks good,” Julia said after a while, handing him a mirror so he could see her handiwork. “You want to do the other one?” 

“Not today, thanks,” Lin decided, feeling strangely hollow at the sight of his newly pierced ear, with its silver stud gleaming in the warm yellow light of Julia’s bedroom. 

“...Was your father mad?” she asked tentatively. 

“Not really. He doesn’t usually get mad so much as just...tired. Which is almost worse, somehow, but it is what it is. Still, I technically didn’t break any rules, so they can’t ground me for that long.” He straightened up and flashed her a smile. “I think it was worth it either way though. It looks great, Jules. How much do I owe you?” 

“Fifty-five dollars. And yes, that’s including the Best Friend Discount.” 

“Okay, nevermind. Not worth it.”

(Please don’t ask me how this thing got written in a single night while my other WIPs have been languishing for literal months, because I do not know. Regardless, thank you so much for the ask, Non! 🥴✨)

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My tablet wasn’t working so behold a hand-drawing of my OCs

Let me introduce them to you:

Akane Hayashi from Ouran High School Host Club

Age: 16-17

Height: 157cm (5′2″)

Formerly known as Aisling by her birth parents

The adopted daughter of the Hayashi family

Deaf and speaks JSL

She came to life after I watched Amélie 

Affiliated closely with Kyoya

A talented engineer and botanist

Her parents are generous people and she’s no different

The Hayashi family are also a modest bunch and live in an apartment big enough for three people

Veronica Midford from Black Butler

Age: 19-20

Height: 156.5cm (5′2″)

I wanted to indulge in my love for reverse harems and time travel stories so Veronica was born

Prepare to be romanced by a demon, three reapers, and maybe I’ll throw in an angel

Descendant of the Phantomhives and Midfords (either from Lizzie or Edward, but not O!Ciel.)

Known as Lady Phantomhive by ominous people that she meets *cough* Undertaker *cough*

I kept changing her style before I settled with the short wavy look

A psychic like her ancestors as a side effect of the demon contract

Dresses in lolita, but her fashion choices look more mature these days

Her older sister, Beatrice, practices exorcism

I just realized I forgot to put the devil’s trap in her eye (Beatrice put it there for protection)

A charitable young woman who wants to help and will do it outside of the law if she has to

Much smarter than people realize

Fluent in 6 languages including ASL

Kaguya from Avatar the Last Airbender

Age: 16-18

Height: 165cm (5′5″)

Born in the era after Korra

I don’t really follow The Legend of Korra ever since the end of season 1 and I don’t really want to so I’ll decide what’s canon

Youngest of 10 siblings

Has been to the spirit world several times without aid

Travelled to Republic City from the Northern Water Tribe to attend the Bending Arts Academy and become a doctor

Invented a healing form of blood bending

Minerva “Minnie” Castillo from Obey Me

Age: 18-19

Height: 162.6cm (5′4″)

You probably know her from some of my posts so I’ll give you a brief rundown

She’s me but better

Why did I draw her eyes wonky?

I ship her mostly with Lucifer

Filipino-Canadian like me

A musical theatre kid

An identical twin, practically the Snow White to her sister’s Rose Red

Unwilling and chaotic mom friend

Planning never goes right for her so she’s in literally in hell

Lives in a van during her college life

Erika Matsumori from Harry Potter

Age: 11-16 (Golden Trio Era) 30s–40s (Post-Wizarding War II)

Height: 175cm (5′9″)

At the risk of getting attacked I am making not one but two Harry Potter OCs one of which will be paired with Draco

I am a recent fan and yes I’m aware how problematic Rowling is so don’t ruin this for me

This girl’s resting bitch face gives Blaise Zabini a run for his money

In the language of Hanakotoba, Erika means “solitude” explaining her solitary disposition

Her surname translates to “pine” and “forest”

Pine for the wood of her wand

Forest because back in Japan, Erika often ventured into the nearby forest to look for yokai

Erika has nerves of steel and an equally steely face

But she has a good heart underneath

Had a hard time making friends but Luna Lovegood was a good start

Ginny became her friend by extension of Luna but not without a few misunderstandings

A year younger than the Golden Trio

Dated Colin Creevey for a month before they decided to just stay friends

She’s a muggle-born Slytherin (I do what I want)

Although she’s a muggle-born, she grew up knowing about the wizarding world because her uncle is a muggle-born

Was once a student at Mahoutokoro (did you know students there start attending at age 7 but are not boarded until they are 11?) until she was expelled for associating with yokai

Moved to the UK with her uncle to attend Hogwarts at 11

Became part fox after helping a kitsune get back to their mother

Has narcolepsy and has plenty of vivid prophetic dreams because of it

Like a true Slytherin, she protects her kind, muggle-borns that is

She defended her fellow Slytherins before the Battle of Hogwarts

It annoys Draco that she just happened to catch his attention

Made love potions illegal as an adult

Like vixens, Erika goes to great lengths for her family especially her three children in the future

Kikyo Malfoy from Harry Potter

Age: 16–19 (mid to late teens depending on when the story takes place)

Height: 160cm (5′3″)

Erika and Draco’s eldest child and only daughter

She two brothers who are twins, Scorpius and Ryuji, they are both protective of their sister

In the language of Hanakotoba, Kikyo means unchanging love, honesty, and obedience

Not a Slytherin but a Ravenclaw, her parents knew that all along and they are proud of her regardless

Wrote a non-biased version of the Harry Potter series for the purpose of helping muggle-borns and half-bloods who are not aware of their magical heritage

Writes about Newt Scamander, her mother, and herself—a complete series in different points of views of all the houses

Has the ability to split into four different versions of herself (Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor) possibly even more

Wishes she has her mother’s nerves of steel

Has some kitsune abilities like summoning fire and enhanced sense

Marie Christen/Marjorie Calieus/Mar from The Arcana

Age: 21

Height: 151.8cm (5′0″)

I have mentioned my love for time travel stories and world hopping so prepare for another one

There aren’t a lot of world hopping fanfic for The Arcana so here’s mine…sort of

They are the offspring of two powerful magicians from far outside of Vesuvia

Their father travelled to our world and dropped Mar off at a married couple’s house in Zürich and was renamed Marie Christen

Mar is non-binary but goes by all pronouns and still responds to the names Marie and Marjorie

They have a birthmark on their cheek which The Fool symbol

Happily lives in adoption with her parents Eva and Liam and her kid sister Antoinette

Her familiar is a lamb named Edelweiss

Her biological aunt located Mar when they were 10. From then on, Mar made frequent visits to their aunt’s shop in Vesuvia to hone their magical abilities

At 12, they met Asra who was nearly 15 at the time

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Part 1/2 I was wondering if you had any ideas/headcanons wrt Eileen/Tobias? JK doesn't really go into how they met, but given the little info he gives us its pretty clear the type of marriage they had. But, I was wondering why Tobias acted the way he did. Not that he needs a reason, but I love backstories. Do u have one for the Snapes? Personally, I sawa bit of parallel with how Seamus described how his muggle dad didn't know his mom was a which until after the wedding. I can sort of see...

I wrote one for my first HP fic, in fact! Heavily influenced by Jane Austen lmao

I would change some aspects of this now, but this was the version I dug up from my Ancient Writings: 

(readmore, y u no work)

Eileen’s parents’ marriage was arranged, as many pure-blood marriages are. The Princes were a very old, distinguished line, but impoverished, while her mother’s family was relatively new, in a pure-blood sense, but wealthy. Her parents set up the marriage with Mr. Prince, who was rather older than their daughter, but she agreed to it. However, within a short time she was unhappy, since her husband, raised to frugality, was rather miserly and she was spendthrift; and being younger, she wanted to do a great many things that it was not in his temperament to agree to. When Eileen was about five or six, her mother ran away, abandoning her child and her marriage, eloping to Europe with a lover. Her husband was so humiliated and enraged that he forbade anyone in the household to speak her name ever again. He destroyed all evidence of her existence in the house—the possessions she had left behind, the paintings they’d had commissioned, even renouncing her personal house-elf. Even when he learned, three years later, that she’d died in conditions of poverty and hardship, it didn’t soften him toward her; instead, he only believed she had got what she deserved.

When Eileen was seven, he remarried, this time to a widow, one of the Blacks, who had endured a childless marriage of some fifteen years until her husband was killed rather stupidly trying to learn how to ride a dragon. She had no wealth, but Mr. Prince still had his wife’s fortune, and Mrs. Black’s impeccable bloodline meant more to him in any case. She and Mr. Prince were rather meant for each other, however: both were nip-farthings, both joyless and cruel, and both rigidly traditional. They believed in duty, propriety, and unstinting obedience from their children. 

Mrs. Black, now Mrs. Prince, thought worse of the former Mrs. Prince than even her husband did. To her, a woman’s infidelity was the worst of vile sins, and she pitied her new husband for having married such a filthy whore. She was sorry that the former Mrs. Prince had left behind a little girl, since naturally the daughter of such a whore would turn out just like her. 

But Mrs. Prince was determined to do her duty by Eileen. She raised her to be a proper pure-blood wife—dutiful, obedient, graceful and silent. She beat into her the importance of propriety, telling Eileen how vital it was that she give no one any cause to say how like her mother she was, however much she would surely have the same sort of base, wicked urges as that slut. She also impressed upon Eileen the necessity of marrying into a pure-blood family of stature, since her mother was a fine example of the rubbish that rose to the surface of bad blood.

Within a few short years, the new Mrs. Prince had rewarded her second husband with twin sons. These boys had the benefit firstly of being boys, always a plus in pure-blood families, as well as the added bonus of not having a piece of trash for a mother. The practice of favoring the sons over the daughters was standard in pure-blood families, but the sins of Eileen’s mother worsened her lot. Nothing Eileen ever did was right enough or good enough or proper enough in the eyes of her family; and at school she had no friends, since the pure-blood daughters of Slytherin were fully aware of her mother’s story and had been forbidden from associating with her. Eileen was not pretty, and her home life was too miserable to make her good enough company to compensate for her other defects. Her father pretended she did not exist, her brothers teased and tormented her, and her stepmother ruled her whole life with a fist of iron. 

Eileen retreated into her schoolwork, into books and knowledge. In second year she did make one friend, a Ravenclaw named Constance Marlowe. Constance was a very tranquil person. Her mother was Muggle-born, and she would tell Eileen about her Muggle grandparents. Eileen had never met Muggles. Her father and stepfather loathed them, but they loathed Eileen, too, and loved her brothers and the pure-blood families who treated Eileen as if their cruelty was simply preempting every nasty thing they suspected she would ever do. 

Then in fifth year, while visiting the sea shore on summer holiday, Constance drowned. Eileen went to her funeral, to which many of Constance’s Muggle relatives had come. They looked like regular people, although they dressed funny. After that, Eileen hated the ocean, but realized that Muggles were capable of human thought and speech, which her family had always led her to believe they weren’t.

When school ended, she returned to live at her father’s house, since pure-blood women of her family’s stature did not get jobs; they got married. But with Eileen’s reputation, her looks, and her father’s desire to spend as little money on her dowry as possible, she received no offers. Her blood was not even decent enough, balanced as it was by her mother’s betrayal. So for more than ten years, Eileen lived in her father’s home, a companion to her stepmother, an object of mockery to her brothers and the children they went on to have.

By the time she was thirty, everyone, even she, was certain she would never marry. Her stepmother even came to relax her restrictions, since she had kept Eileen wrapped so tightly out of a duty to maidenly propriety. A thin, unattractive thirty-year-old witch was not likely to be prey to any lascivious attentions or whims. Uncaring now of the reputation she had so viciously guarded, Mrs. Prince let Eileen out of the house for longer periods of time … although she might not have, had she known Eileen was visiting Muggle haunts.

On one of these jaunts, when she was about thirty-one, Eileen met Tobias. She had gone, in fact, to the seaside town where Constance drowned, perhaps out of a morbid desire to torture herself. He was there, too, trying to get away from his life for a bit, since he’d just gotten divorced. 

He had married young when his girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly. He’d done his duty by her, quitting school and going to work at the mill, but a few months before the day he met Eileen, his wife had sat him down and said she’d fallen in love with some other bloke, but she wanted to do right by Tobias because he’d always done right by her. She and he weren’t in love, hadn’t been since the very early days, even if they’d rubbed along together easily enough, and he said as long as he could keep seeing his girl, they’d be all right. So they divorced amicably, and she married the other bloke, who was a bit older and balding and sort of fat, but a jolly sort, which Tobias had to admit he was not. Lorraine’s new husband looked a bit like Santa Claus to Tobias, and he knew his daughter would like her step-father, if she didn’t already. And although as a young man he’d agreed to the marriage of necessity and had never really been bitter about it, happy enough with his wife and daughter for company, he had wanted more from his life than he’d wound up with at thirty-five: divorced, uneducated, in a dreary, pointless job.

As she was talking with him, Eileen realized she wanted more than anything to get away from her family. She realized how purely she hated them, as if the hatred ran through her blood. She decided to scandalize them utterly: packed up her marriage chest and ran away, to live with Tobias without marrying him, hoping to drive her father and step-mother both to an apoplectic fit, but at least one or the other if she could manage it. 

So she and Tobias simply lived together for a while, until Eileen got pregnant. She had been guarding against this, but the magical world had an old wives’ tale that wizarding babies wanted to be born so badly that sometimes, you couldn’t stop them. When she told Tobias, he wanted to get married, and although she didn’t really, she didn’t want her child to suffer the ignominy of being the bastard of a whore. So they were married, very quietly, only Tobias’ ex-wife in attendance with her family. Not wanting to give birth to a daughter that would live the life she’d had, Eileen mixed a very Dark potion to ensure the birth of a son.

So Severus was born. She put an ad in the Daily Prophet, hoping her family would see it, in case it would give them an aneurism. 

Before Severus was born, but when she was close to due, Tobias asked her if the baby would have magic. Eileen said, “It is likely, but he may not.”

“What happens if he doesn’t?” Tobias asked.

Eileen shrugged. “Then he doesn’t.” She wanted her son to be a wizard, but she was no longer in the magical world; a Squib child would not matter to her now. She had brothers; she was not even the end of the line. 

It was impossible to tell if babies had magic, so for several years after Severus’ birth it was a moot issue. Eileen continued to work spells, because Tobias said he didn’t mind, he actually thought it was pretty interesting. And then one day when Severus was about four or five, he worked magic, and out of nowhere Tobias blew up at the pair of them. Eileen was so shocked she actually flinched away, because although she knew Tobias had a temper, he’d never turned it on her. Severus burst into tears. And then Eileen pulled herself together and reacted, rage and hatred boiling up out of her through her wand, and she turned it on her husband, the way she’d always wanted to do to her brothers, her father, her step-mother, the children at school, and she blasted him across the room and into the bookshelf.

Severus screamed. Eileen stood frozen, looking at Tobias’ unconscious body slumped under an array of books. She blasted them off him and found he was bleeding from cuts all over his front. She hastily flooed them all to St. Mungo’s, where he was swiftly patched up. Although the Healers gave her funny looks, they did nothing to her because she was a witch and he was only a Muggle, and there weren’t legal protections in those days for the Muggle spouses of wizards and witches.

Tobias wasn’t the same after that. Eileen didn’t know whether it was the shock of her turning her magic on him, or Severus’ own magic manifesting, or even the trip to St. Mungo’s, because his face as he looked around the hospital as they left had been haunted. After that, he began to drink more. Although he’d always had a few on the weekends and even more on holidays, he was soon never seen without a drink in his hand or the scent of alcohol on his breath. He wouldn’t tell Eileen what was wrong, and it was impossible to get anything from the mind of a drunk person; even trying it made one disoriented. 

She expected him to leave them; expected to wake up one morning and find him gone, but for some reason he never did. They settled into a life where Tobias would go for days avoiding her and Severus, hardly speaking to them when sober, muttering when inebriated, with occasional outbursts of temper that Eileen would sometimes curtail, but at others simply weather out. As a young child Severus was at first frightened, then hurt, and once he grew older, resentful.

Once, when Severus was about seven, she did wake up in the middle of the night and find Tobias in Severus’ room, watching him sleep. Tobias was just drunk enough to be honest. He looked up at her with haunted eyes and said, “Do you hate that I can’t do it?”

“Do what?” she asked, bewildered.

“What you can do. What he can do. Do you hate me because I can’t?”

Eileen just stared at him. “Is that why you act like this?” He didn’t say anything, just looked back at Severus. “No, I don’t hate you. That would be like hating the sky because it’s blue.”

When he spoke, she almost didn’t hear him. “Sometimes I hate you, though. Both of you.”

It took Eileen much longer than it should have to understand what Tobias was really telling her: that he hated them for being able to do something he never would. He hated them for having the power of magic when he was only a Muggle. That look on his face in St. Mungo’s had been shock at an entire world he’d never guessed existed; and now that he knew of it, he also knew he would only ever be on the outside looking in.

But she had not understood this in time. She resented his drinking; he resented her powers; they resented each other’s resentment. And at the heart of it, they came to hate the other for a second chance that had turned to ash, just as the first chance had. 

Eventually Eileen realized that the same barrier that stood between her and Tobias had blocked him off from Severus, and she simply quit trying to bridge it. She drew Severus into the circle of her magic, eschewing any acknowledgment of the non-magical world he was half a part of. She had always meant Tobias to show him that part, and now Tobias would not. She taught Severus about his magical bloodline, the House of their family’s allegiance, the world he would enter once he was old enough, the powers he would wield. Although she punished him if he looked in her books without her permission, she taught him hexes and curses and spells that would get him respected among his Slytherin peers, that would receive him the notice of families he would need to impress in order to gain entrance into the society that should have been his—both of theirs, had her life gone much differently. She raised him more as she had been raised, in a manner typical for pure-blood daughters: with strictness and not much indulgence, because she’d loathed the men her brothers had become, alternately indulged and ruthlessly punished as they had been, as the beloved sons of two cruel, cold-hearted people. 

In teaching Severus about the world she had left, sending him off into the future he ought to have, Eileen realized she had never been happy in the world of magic. She had known the truth of that, lived it all her life, but never articulated it to herself. But she was not happy in the Muggle world, either; she did not understand it, couldn’t navigate it. It was too vast and unfamiliar for her even to know where to start. As she prepared Severus for Hogwarts, Eileen realized the only time she had been anything close to happy was in that seaside town when she had met Tobias, and she had believed, for a handful of days, that the future would be different from the past.

But it hadn’t been. Now Tobias was gone, and only Severus was left. And even though she had tried her hardest to make it otherwise, she realized that Severus was just as out-of-place as she had ever been; she, the daughter of a whore, the pure-blood wife of a Muggle with a wizard for a son. Severus was the child of two people whose lives had been wasted for them by others; sent as hardly more than a baby into the world of pure-blood politics with such a tiny arsenal of anything they would see as promise, in love with a naïve Muggle-born Gryffindor. If Severus wanted the Muggle-born, he would cut all his chances of entering good society; and if he got the Muggle-born, he would find himself in the midst of people who regarded his magic with jealousy and suspicion.

That was the true curse of the half-blood, she thought. You were always trapped between worlds that didn’t know how to claim you.

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*Snape doesn’t have those uncles anymore cuz they died off somehow, and he doesn’t have contact with his dad’s first family. He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a large extended family he pals around with, although I’m sure they exist. I have 1 jillion cousins I know absolutely nothing about, not even their names.  

[thewildthewarlikeandthewoebegone]

I’m over here living my best life and chasing the pointless little ideas that make me happy, so I made Prince Lothric on Mass Effect Andromeda.  Not only was Andromeda prepared to let me play as whoever I could tease out of the character creator, it was also willing to throw in a twin sibling I could customize!  And themes about parents trying to force roles onto their adult kids! 

I used Sara as a base for Lothric and Scott as a base for Lorian.  My favorite way to interpret them is that they’re nonbinary as ALL hell, so as long as the little twin vs. big twin distinction is satisfied the rest is less important.  Lothric uses he/him pronouns and the game is wrong.  The voice actor for Sara is also way too precocious for a lawful evil character.  And Lothric is younger than Lorian, get it right.  Ah, well.  You can never have it all.

(I think Lothric is lawful evil because he’s very polite and and speaks with presence and authority.  He politely tells the ashen one he’s not interested in being a Lord of Cinder and encourages them to give up and take it easy.  He politely asks Lorian to get back up and explains that the curse demands it.  His entire upbringing was designed to shape him into being dutiful, that’s not something you can throw away on a whim.)

Another good thing about using the Mass Effect universe as a setting is that the existence of futuristic health care can offer a plausible explanation for why Lothric can be running around planets and jetpacking off of boulders, without erasing the disability he was born with.  I don’t want to be a shitty ally & treat even futuristic healthcare like a magic wand, so I’m thinking he’ll get really sore if he runs around too much, and probably has to spend some quality time lying down after each mission.  The surgeries and procedures he went through when he was very young allowed him to walk, but didn’t set him up to become an athlete or anything.

The item description of Lothric’s Holy Sword suggests that Lothric’s parents tried to force him to become some sort of champion, even though it wasn’t realistic and would hurt him.  So I’m thinking the reason Lothric Ryder has so much field experience by the time he gets to Andromeda is that Dad Ryder wanted him to be a Mini Dad Ryder and kept pushing him into work that was too strenuous to be healthy.  I’m thinking Lothric and Lorian had plans to steal a ship and run away soon after they got to Andromeda, because Lorian is a real bro.  But as per the events at the start of the game something went wrong, and it will be a long time before Lorian wakes up.  Yeah Lorian’s name isn’t Scott either, the game is wrong again.  

More about that.  Lothric is also a biotic, and a more powerful one than Lorian (if Lorian has biotic ability at all).  So in this version of the story, Lothric wasn’t quite horrifically engineered to carry a world-shaping curse.  But I wouldn’t put it past this version of Dad Ryder to pressure Mom Ryder into experimenting to get biotic children, and she was a biotics researcher.  It can carry over that Lothric was created to be powerful.  I’m thinking that Dad Ryder had a “powerful biotic = chosen one” kind of attitude, and that he was sure that Lothric had more potential than Lorian and wouldn’t let either of them forget it.  So Lorian was out there absolutely excelling at field work and not being noticed for it because he was the dud, and Lothric was struggling and being pushed to try harder.  This isn’t based on Dark Souls lore, but I’m thinking Lothric and Lorian hated each other for most of their lives.  Then Lorian figured out that Lothric didn’t want the attention, and spent his early childhood in a hospital getting surgeries only to be forced to be in pain all the time, hey isn’t that fucked up?  And he was like wait a minute I don’t think I hate you, I don’t think I even know you, let’s start over, let’s run away from home.  Because Lorian is a REAL BRO.  

Lothric felt he absolutely needed to run away, and it scared the shit out of him when Lorian didn’t wake up and his dad forced him to be the Pathfinder.  But then people started doubting that he could be a pathfinder and giving him trouble.  Dad Ryder raised those kids like princes; you just don’t talk to a Ryder like that.  Defying the naysayers turned into a new short term goal as he waited for Lorian to wake up & weighed pros and cons of booking it with SAM stuck in his head.  

But Lothric is starting to realize that with his dad gone, and with this much power at his fingertips (and no short supply of nerve and regality to demand it be respected), maybe he has a shot in the dark at staying in the thick of things in a self-determined way instead of an obedient way.  Maybe his dad’s last ditch attempt to force a role on him is an opportunity to grab all the power he can possibly carry.  Won’t Lorian be so impressed!  So it’s looking like it’s a story about a Lothric who didn’t have to run away to be his own person... which I’m not sure Space is ready for?  

I mean wow I’m watching a movie I’m also creating about a space AU for a Dark Souls character I like, and I’m playing on casual so I can get as far as possible before I lose interest.  Living my best life.  Fuckyeah.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Jordan you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Alecto Carrow

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Jordan! I think I speak for all of us when I say that your application for Alecto completely blew us away. You fleshed her out in a way that gave a total feel for how you plan to portray her, and as I read further into your application it became even more clear. She’s such a well known character despite how little canon is known, and you’ve completely made her your own. I can’t wait to see what you do with her and where you take her in the future. Welcome to the group!

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Jordan, 25, she/her, CST

ACTIVITY

5/10-Unfortunately my job can be really insane and at the moment we’re short staffed so my hours can vary. However I try to be on at least a couple of days a week.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I found you through the tags, I’ve been searching for a marauders era roleplay for a while and loved the look of yours!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I have always connected most with Hermione! I’m 100% a book nerd who actually loved going to school and studying and doing homework. I’m also one to give my friends advice and try to help them (even times they may not want it), and I’m fiercely loyal to those I’m close to and would do anything for them. Basically I’m the nerdy mom friend who makes sure no one does anything stupid and makes sure everyone makes it home alive.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nope!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Alecto Megara Carrow

Alecto-Greek meaning unceasing in anger. In Greek mythology, Alecto was one of the Furies; they are the Greek personifications of vengeance, and are known for being cruel and bloodthirsty towards wrongdoers.

Megara-Greek meaning fury.

Carrow- Carrow inn Norfolk, or Carraw in Northumberland. The first is assumed to have its name derived from the Old English word “carr”, meaning “rock”, and a word of Celtic origin; “hoh”, meaning “spur of a hill”. The surname may also have derived from the Welsh surname Caeriw which means dweller at the foot of a hill.

BIRTHDAY / STAR SIGN

October 23, 1957 Scorpio

OCCUPATION

Up until recently Alecto didn’t have a job, instead she had been focused on proving herself to the Dark Lord and carrying out any work that has been asked of her. Since the takeover at the Ministry of Magic she has secured herself a job in the Department of Magical Transportation. It may not be as exciting as some of the other jobs, but she knows it is beneficial to have a death eater in position to watch the floo network and keep track of portkeys. As well as use the department to their advantage when it is necessary.

FACE CLAIM

Phoebe Tonkin

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I like the fact that there is so little known about Alecto’s past and we really don’t know why she is how she is. I feel like she is a character that I have the opportunity to expand so much on and really dig into her history and character. I think because she has had to grow up alongside her twin brother, she has had to prove herself over and over again. I imagine she’s grown up in this house where men are the ones in power and she was considered the meek little girl who had nothing to offer. Because of that I think she has had to be cruel and rough in order to prove herself to anyone. I like the idea of getting to play a strong female character who’s had to overcome anything and everything to get to where she is. In the past I’ve typically played the good, well behaved characters and I want to push myself with this character. I want to expand my creative skills by writing a dynamic character like Alecto and really dig into who she is.

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Angry, crude, brutish, cruel-Alecto hadn’t always been the woman she is now. As a child she was just like any other little girl who thought the world of her parents and wanted to make them proud. She was perfectly content to be dressed up and play with dolls and toys while her brother learned what it meant to be a man. It didn’t take long however, for her to realize that she was merely an object to her parents, not nearly as important or valuable as Amycus. No, Amycus was the precious heir to the Carrow name and fortune. When their family was gone he would be the one to continue to bring the family name glory and power. She was merely another doll, one to dress up and make presentable, and one day to marry off to the right man who would make the family even better off.

Things changed once she was old enough to realize that she would get nothing, go nowhere if she continued to be the obedient and sweet little girl. Her first act of disobedience as a child was to cut her long curls into a short harsh bob, and to cut the fine dresses she had been given into ribbons she left strewn across her families lawn caked in mud and dirt. Much to her parent’s dismay she began to follow her brother wherever he went, determined to learn what she needed to do to prove herself. They began inseparable, anything she saw Amycus do she would do as well, and sometimes even better. She became one of the boys, enjoying the more strenuous and challenging activities that came with it. It only urged her on each time she saw the pride in her father’s eyes, a look she once thought only her brother would receive.

Still things did not come easy for Alecto, once she started school at Hogwarts the teasing began. Girls mocked her for the way she acted and boys wanted nothing to do with her because she wasn’t actually one of the boys. It didn’t take long for her to realize just how much she enjoyed proving them wrong, and how much fun it was torture those who pissed her off. She hid it well of course, in front of professors she was all bright smiles and charming words. Only in the privacy of empty corridors and classrooms where there were no prying eyes would those who wronged her learn their mistakes.

When it was time, she found her rightful place among the Death Eaters, though she knew she would have to prove herself. She knew what the others thought, what could a girl like her actually do for them? It came a surprise to many that she was so willing to involve herself in anything work that needed to be done. She was willing to put herself on the front line for the Dark Lord, to prove how faithful she was to his work. She enjoys getting to use her dark magic whenever she is given the opportunity, and willing to do what those of weak stomach won’t. She may seem cold and overtly cruel, but that is what she knows is necessary to make it in a man’s world. At the same time she knows that being a woman can also come in handy for sneaking around, after all who would suspect the sweet smile and gentle brown eyes of a girl like Alecto could be hiding a monster?

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Alecto will probably have sex with anyone she sees fit to satisfy her. For her there is no emotional connection when it comes to sex, it’s merely an enjoyable and pleasurable act and one she tends to be completely selfish in. Romance is a foreign concept to Alecto and one she’s not keen on knowing more about. To have to trust and rely on any person who isn’t her brother seems a ludicrous idea. She seems romance and marriage as another way for men to have control of women and she despises the thought. As more death eaters continue to engage and marry for money and power she continues to fight against the idea. She wants her own power and position in the ranks of the death eaters, she refuses to marry into a position. She needs no man to be strong, she knows she is capable of doing so on her own.

As for ships I don’t have any, other than the strong bond between Alecto and her brother. But I am open to any chemistry she may have with another character once I get into roleplaying with others. Alecto identifies as a cis-female (she/her/hers), although growing up she has had tendencies to be more masculine in the way she acts because she knows that’s the only way she can succeed in making a mark for herself. When it comes to those she sleeps with she is pansexual, having no preference for whether her company is male or female.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER

-A MOODBOARD- https://xalectoxcarrowx.tumblr.com/post/177605267945/alecto-carrow-moodboard

-A MOCKBLOG- https://xalectoxcarrowx.tumblr.com/

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“I find it a shame that we have so few curses to use on our opponents.” Alecto mused, a sick smile twisting up the corner of her lips. “Especially when I’m in need of information, I like to make things slow and excruciating. Perhaps a variation of the cruciatus curse, though instead of immense pain they feel as though they are slowly burning from the inside.” The smile of hers only grew and she simply shrugged her shoulders. “I feel it could be very effective.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Amycus, obviously.” Alecto said with a roll of her eyes, giving the one interviewing her an unamused look. As if she would trust anyone else to have her back going into the Forbidden Forest. In fact, knowing her brother it would probably be his fault they were there in the first place. “Besides have you seen the two of us together? As if we need anything other than our wands.” They were a force to be reckoned with and a deadly combination, they didn’t need anything but each other.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“That’s a ridiculous question.” Alecto scoffed and shook her head in response. “I do whatever I must, I know what is necessary and that’s all there is to it.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

Alecto was quite for a moment, acting as though she were thinking even as an answer had immediately popped into mind. Finally she looked up, face setting and showing only strength and hiding all uncertainty. “That I’m weak, or worthless to this cause. I’ve worked too hard, anyone to say something along those lines would be foolish.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Alecto is pleased with the way things are currently going, and she hopes that Cassandra Burke proves to be useful in the gathering of information on the Order. She only wishes that she could have been of more help in gathering information about their enemies. Still she does not complain, she knows that there are those who do not trust her and never will. She surely wouldn’t have been as helpful as Cassandra in this situation. Instead she waits patiently, she knows her time will come and she will be able to prove how valuable she is.

WRITING SAMPLE

Another engagement party. Another event where Alecto had to put on a dress and plaster an excited smile on her lips. Her parents could sense her disgust with the whole thing, though there was nothing they could say since she had agreed to go. She was doing her duty and she played the part well as she wandered amongst those she had come to see as a second family. Small talk had never been her forte but she knew how to be charming and could manage forcing small niceties. Every conversation was just a repeat of the one before anyway. Didn’t the couple look good together? The two of them would do great things for them, this would only increase their power and prestige, their forces were growing, etc. She smiled and murmured her agreement before excusing herself to go talk to another.

Meanwhile she could feel the eyes of her parent’s on her the entire time, assessing each move she made. She didn’t miss the pleased looks on their faces when they saw her talking to the eligible men, noted the calculated looks on their features as they glanced at each other. She knew they wanted this for her, no matter how she continued to rebel against the idea. She had proved herself over and over again, and yet they still saw her as a pawn to trade for more wealth and renown. To them she would never be Amycus, she would never carry on the family name like they believed he could. No, instead she would serve the purpose of marrying into another family of purebloods, one they believed would be beneficial to them. She glared in the direction of her parents, eyes not leaving them as she downed the rest of the champagne in her hand and rudely interrupted the one she had been talking to in order to excuse herself.

She had just been about to slip out of the party when she heard a murmur sweep through the room and someone clink their glass in order to get everyone’s attention. “Shit.” She cursed as she stopped in her tracks. Well she couldn’t leave now. She turned her attention back in the direction of the guests of honor, grabbing another glass of champagne from the waiter that wandered past her. Well if she was going to have to stay she may as well enjoy herself as best as she could. She stood quietly, a smile once more on her lips as she listened to them give a speech about how thankful they were for everyone to be there. How excited they were to have found each other and be able to spend the rest of their lives together. It was enough to make her want to gag, the thought of one day having to go through it herself was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

As the toasts were finished she rose her glass in congratulations with the rest of the room. “To the happy couple.” She muttered, the words leaving a sour taste in her mouth. She lifted the glass to her lips and downed the contents in one swallow. No, this would never be her life. She refused to let her parents force her into some kind of sham marriage that they believed would help them. It was all bullshit in her opinion, were these marriages really helping any of them? Sure they would produce more pureblood heirs, but she saw no other benefits. Just as she was about to make another attempt at an exit she saw her parents making their way towards her. She shook her head and sauntered towards them, her face set and irritated. Before her mother could open her mouth to speak she interrupted. “This will not be me. You want to marry someone off I suggest you find a suitable match for Amycus.” She hissed. Without another word she pushed past them and headed for the exit. No, she needed no man in order to get farther in life. She would gain power by herself and show everyone what she was capable of. They would all be sorry they doubted her.

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Tale 17: Calliope Cwenfyre, Amadeus and Andromeda Rosethorn (4/5)

Tale 17: Calliope Cwenfyre, Amadeus and Andromada Rosethorn (chapter 4 - A Trap 4/5) part 3. Stories of True Love

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In the morning, the team leader realized they were short supplies, and sent Amadeus and Andromeda down to the village to get what they needed. Paladins were often faster than seers, and the party had no witches that would have usually have been sent for local interactions. Amadeus warned against proceeding without paladins; He didn’t trust wizards to play nice with the dragons, and didn’t want to leave Calliope all alone. He knew she was as brave and vacant around magic as her father. Either that, or Calliope may go dark, and cast uncontrollable mage spells, from her emotions; As Amadeus was putting her in uncomfortable situations, and causing sleep deprivation. Calli had to assure Amadeus, that as a mage, she could handle it; And was perfectly well rested and feeling well. Which is commonly referred to as lying.

“It’s ok Amadeus” Calliope insisted. “We’ll stay in the camp. I didn’t finish charting last night…”

“If you’re sure, Calli. Don’t light anything on fire while we’re gone; you look like you’re going to explode. Mages, we tend to do that. As the child of summer, named by the Dragon King; If you catch a spark, I fear for this whole forest.” Amadeus said as he left. His tone was half joking, and half dead serious. Calliope by then, had very strong fire magic. She also felt like she was going to explode; and like Morgan, had no talent in concealing that fact. Between a new species of dragon, and sharing a tent with her dream girl, Calliope felt like her head was filled with cotton balls; soft, compact, fuzzy, and blocking out all other sensations.

Once in town, Andromeda seemed to be zoned out. Amadeus was both trying to be responsible by getting everything they needed, while worried about Calliope being alone in the wilderness. On top of all that, he was suddenly tasked with preventing his daughter from wondering into lamp poles. Amadeus was becoming disheartened; Instead of making the girls happy and safe, he was preventing them from doing their jobs. They seemed unable to talk to each other, no matter how much encouragement he gave. Not to mention, one of them may literally start a fire.

As they walked by the stores, Amadeus despondently looked into the store windows. All the store fronts had jewel-tone chipping paint ledges, and gold titles on their large display windows, written in an illegible font. Then he saw something he recognized from a book; The cup of gales. Which was rumored to be in this village. It was a silver etched goblet, that allowed the drinker of any beverage from it, to control winter weather for two weeks. Possibly made by Helrem Monafyra, the inventor of wizardry and wands; Warlocks made the oddest things. When Amadeus mentioned this to Andromeda, she just shrugged. Then she remembered that Calliope loved to collect cups, like souvenir spoons. Andromeda lit up.

“Daddy! Can I, I mean we, get that for Calli? While we’re here, I mean. It should only take a minute…” Andromeda said. Amadeus thought that was a splendid idea. The sweet pleading smile of his big girl, was melting him into obedience.

Amadeus and Andromeda walked into the shoppe, which turned out to sell antiques. It had a dusty smell, that mixed with potpourri. It was quiet, cluttered, and had an odd mixture of objects; from bagpipes and tartans, to tchotchkes and table wear. Like Morgan’s mage journals, which he restored in his youth, a lot of lost magic treasures end up in tinny old shops. In Ealden Cynedom, what seemed like junk no one wants, is literal treasure. It was no wonder the cup stayed there for decades. While Andromeda inquired about the chalice, Amadeus got distracted by a tin rooster that popped out marbles, when you tapped its head. He decided to buy that too for some reason. It was however, not magical. Though he would not put it beyond a warlock mage to make something like that. It seemed like something Reggie would do.

“Father are you ok?” Andromeda inquired, as they headed back. Amadeus had gone foggy from the shop, that was both boring and overstimulating at the same time.

“Yes, cupcake. I just don’t like the unescapable Northland Celtic aesthetic; I didn’t even know they had potpourri here. I bought a decorative chicken; that place was an experience. and a trap... I hope Calliope likes the cup… I hate frivolous spending.” Amadeus rambled in a monotone voice. His father raised him well.

“Father. We’re filthy rich. Our total came to twenty North pence….” Andromeda said in surprise. “Wait, you got a useless Gallic kitchen rooster? Those are the real trap; I don’t know anyone who has just one...I am so… disappointed in you, father; You used to be so cool…”

When Andromeda and Amadeus got to the camp, a few hours later, it was on fire. When they asked how, they got mixed answers: no one was certain if it was Calliope or a dragon. However, it turned out that Calliope had ran off to the dragon ledges, once the fire had taken hold. Responsible for everyone’s safety, as an accompanying paladin, Amadeus panicked. He shoved The Cup of Gales into Andromeda’s hands, and nudged her up the path to Calliope. Amadeus was now worried that something might happen to Calli, if she was alone in a forest fire running around sea walls; he must have forgotten she had authentic fairy robes to protect her, due to his ‘protect at all costs’, mentality. Amadeus was having a crisis. He hadn’t felt this many emotions since his mom died; and at least he had spiced wine back then. He loved spiced wine. Return to the chaos around him, Amadeus had to put out the fire; the team’s safety was his job. The winter ice magic he wielded from his enfeyment, was powerful enough to quickly stop the enchanted luck fire. But as a wizard, Andromeda felt helpless and weak compared to such abilities. The massive magic fire was terrifying, and beyond her capabilities. Andromeda cradled the goblet to her chest, frantically looking around for Calliope.

“Andromeda, Calli is up by the cliffside. She may have started the fire. The Dragon King could have blessed her with the ability to summon all of Quellelthan’s magic fires. This type of fire is not breathed by green backs, to my knowledge.” Amadeus ordered. “Also, see if she’s ok, and give her the cup. I know spells to put out the fire, and can save the equipment. As party paladin, the team’s safety comes first. Remember that as a paladin. Now go.” Amadeus said, alchemizing hex ice to cancel the luck fire.

Andromeda began to dash up to the ledge trail after Calliope. At the top, she found Calliope in her pajamas, sitting on the sea cliff edge, sobbing while hugging Heracles. As best as one can hug a snake anyway. Hugging a familiar for comfort, as sensations are shared, is a valid coping mechanism among magic users. Sometimes you need a hug.

“Calli are you ok?!” Andromeda yelled, as she approached. “The camp was lit like a forge.” She panted. Calliope had a faint glow to her, like she had gone dark.

“I started the fire. I’m going to be in so much trouble. I just got so frustrated because I couldn’t journal. Going on a quest like this was my dream, and I’m failing at it. I’m so embarrassed; I ruined everything.” Calliope whimpered.

“Don’t worry, my father is on it. He sent me to check on you. I’m sure your notes are great. You still have time to complete this study, and you can always go talk to the Dragon King later; to fill anything we missed. There’s no way you did a bad job after all the work you put in to be here. You’re a great seer.” Andromeda said, climbing up to sit next to her. The echo of the waves against the cliff formation, terrified her. Andromeda, as a paladin, was desensitized to terror, but heights still got her. Perched side by side, she could feel Calliope was giving off an immense warmth, like a gas stove. She was gazing at the sleeping dragons, who lay upon the far ledges resting on their hoards.

“Oh, how about you tell me about what you found out? Like what they’re doing down there? As someone who specialize in magic combat, I have little grasp of elaborate detailed knowledge.” Andromeda said in a panic. Seers love going on rants about their magic interests; it makes them sparkle with youthful enthusiasm. A positive topic, might make Calliope feel a little better. Without Hesitation, Calliope answered.

“Their sleeping in while protecting their collections. Like all dragon children. They use their rough heads to carve suitable ledges into sea walls, away from danger. Their also piscivorous, so they are closer to snacks...” Calliope said with increasing joy in her voice. She glimmered like her father; her green eyes lighting up. She was calming down, and was no longer in a magic state. Andromeda now realized why Calliope was so precious to her father. It’s hard not to love someone so kind, innocent, and passionate like that.

“That’s pretty cool. You’re a season mage, right? The type that has talent in magic having to do with their quadrant. Child of summer, or some prophecy. It’s all the same to me; I’m just a wizard. I heard the Dragon King named you, and is your friend? If you have a blessing of the dragon kingdom, does that mean you collect things too? Father says you collect cups. I remember being board when you showed me them; when we were little. Not that I’m judging…” Andromeda said.

“Ah, yes. I am. I do…” Calli said draping Heracles around her shoulders again. She was inching a bit closer to Andromeda, enjoying her comfort. She wasn’t going dark anymore, but still felt warm in spite of the cool sea breeze.

“Good. Um, we got you a thing. In town while getting supplies. My dad suggested it.” Andromeda murmured. This is also what is commonly called, a lie. She then handed Calliope the silver chalice.

“Um… It’s a cup. WAIT IS IT THE CUP OF GALES” Calliope exclaimed. Andromeda happily received the best story about a magic object, she had ever heard. Possibly because Calliope was the one telling it. Calliope was so thrilled; she gave Andromeda a big hug. If it is of interest, the cup had passed through many hands to get in Isfisceard; as it looked generic, and was commissioned from a mage long ago. No one wanted or valued silver anymore, as no one wanted to polish it; Even if it gave them weather powers. Calliope valued it though, regardless of its magical power. It was a pretty goblet; from a pretty girl.

“Thanks so much, Andromeda! I know exactly which shelf to put it on when we get home. My mom is going to groan when I tell her about it. I don’t know why that gives me joy….” Calliope said sweetly. Tentatively Andromeda went in to hug Calliope in, as she casually looked into the beautiful scenery. Calliope’s dress was as warm and soft upon hugging as she imagined. A moment later, Amadeus arrived in time to see the two of them perfectly fine, if not a bit too close to the edge of a cliff.

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Fairy of Hogwarts - Chapter 1

*Warning! I wrote this several years ago so it’s kinda short and cringe worthy! My new Draco Malfoy x OC story: A Malfoy’s Potter will be coming out soon! 

"Arya! Ashanya! It's time to come in girls!" their mother called.

The late evening sun was just beginning to fall behind the trees, sending out a reddish color through the sky. The two red haired girls who sat on the grass behind their house looked up. They had decided it was time that they enjoyed the last few days of summer before they had to platform 9 3/4 to bid farewell to their two eldest siblings, Aiden and Austen who were already enrolled in Hogwarts in their second and first years.

They were beautiful twins, even though they were far different from the rest of their family. Arya and Ashanya Gerasimov came from a rather large family, both parents having blue eyes and bright red hair... and all their kids having similar features... flaming red hair and blue eyes. The only way they could tell the two sisters apart was the fact that Ashanya kept her hair cut shorter.

"Coming!" the two girls shouted.

Reaching over, Arya, the younger of the two sisters, grabbed her kitten, Twinkle from the grass and stood up. She reached down and helped pull her sister (Who was older by five minutes) up, who was holding her own kitten, Star.

"Are you going to miss Aiden when he leaves?" Arya asked.

Ashanya, even though she was only five minutes older than her twin, was almost like the mother of the two: protecting Arya, giving her advice and being the more mature of the two since Arya was still such a wee little child at heart, even though they were barely seven.

"Yeah," she admitted, "Not as much as Austen though."

While the twins were as alike as two peas in a pod, one of the greatest differences was who was their favorite big sibling. Holly always went for Austen, their motherly, slightly bossy but lovable big brother while Arya on the other hand, practically adored Aiden. If she wasn't with Ashanya, Arya was following Aiden around like a puppy. Of course, no one could blame her for Aiden was said to be one of the most handsome young boys ever, having the brightest blue eyes and fire red hair and some really sharp features. However, the reason Arya loved him so much and practically idolized him was because Aiden was always there to save her from bullies.

When Arya and Ashanya were three years old, they began showing signs of something out of the norm so they were taken to Hogwarts. They spent a good part of that year there, bonding with all the staff and the professors. They even began to be called the little mascots of Hogwarts. During their time there though, Arya had gotten lost and had been found by a few kids who found it funny that a three year old little girl was wandering about. Aiden had come to her rescue and from then on, he was her favorite big sibling.

"Austen's great," Arya admitted before something caught her eye.

Far off in the distance, she caught sight of what appeared to be a man, but he looked so dark and evil, he couldn't have been a man. His hair was black, his face twisted... he looked like a snake for his tongue kept sticking out like a snake.

"Ashanya who..." Arya started.

Before either girl could process what was happening, the front door of their house flew open and their parents, Austen and Aiden burst out. Asher was right behind with all the rest of their siblings crowding to see.

"Girls get back!" Mr. Jones yelled, running towards the girls with his wife close behind.

Ashanya and Arya began running towards the house.

"Aiden, Austen, protect the girls!" Mrs. Jones yelled. "Asher, keep the kids inside."

Grudgedly, Asher held his younger siblings inside while Aiden and Austen rushed down the stairs towards the twins.

"Stay away from them!" Mr. Jones yelled, bringing out his wand.

The stranger just grinned evilly and raised his own, "Oh I'm just after one... to implement a little pain."

Everything after that seemed to go in slow motion. Austen and Aiden were in mid stride, rushing at full speed with their wands in their hands, rushing to get to their twin sisters. Their mom and dad had skidded to a stop and held up their wands, about to fire protonas charms but the stranger flicked his wand with his hand.

"Avra Kadavra!"

The green light sped from his wand and went straight for a particular red haired little girl who was running alongside her best friend... her twin sister....

Arya didn't know what happened but the next minute she was on the ground, having tripped. Looking up, she saw Aiden rush to her and help her up, hugging her close to him. She saw her parents chase off the stranger who seemed to disappear in a puff of black smoke... and Austen... was kneeling on the ground, his shoulders shaking. Arya already knew what had happened... she didn't need to ask.

"Ashanya!"

rya! Time for breakfast dear!" her mother called from downstairs.

Arya rolled over in bed. In the bedroom that she had to herself. Being the only girl in the family since Ashanya's death, she was the only one who didn't have to share a room.

Sitting up, Arya grabbed her brush and began to brush her red hair, yawning deeply. Twinkle came over and curled up on her lap happily, looking up at her owner. Twinkle was a pure grey cat with almost downy hair and big green eyes.

"Morning," the girl yawned.

She quickly changed into a bright, springy outfit, pink slim jeans with matching pink nail polish and pink earrings. She then grabbed a light creamy satin blouse with matching flats and hurried downstairs.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to find that all her other siblings were already awake and at the kitchen table, except Asher.

It had been five years since Arya's twin sister Ashanya was murdered in cold blood by a death eater. Since then, the large Gerasimov family had lived in hiding in a country cabin out in the mountains. Arya absolutely loved it, especially since she was allowed to have her own horse and their number of pets (namely cats and owls) was never limited.

Sitting at the head of the table, where their father usually sat was Aiden. Aiden had just recently turned fifteen and was going into his fourth year at Hogwarts. His red hair was spiked up and his blue eyes were unusually blue that morning. He was fair skinned, like all the Gerasimov kids which helped set off his red hair and blue eyes.

Aiden of course, had only gotten more handsome over the years and Austen would come home with all kinds of stories about how girls at Hogwarts were practically swooning over Aiden, though the boy had shown no interest in girls. This personally made Arya happy, since she and Aiden had gotten even closer since Ashanya died and Arya felt better knowing that there wasn't another girl in Aiden's life... at least not yet.

Austen had rounded out into quite a handsome boy of fourteen, going into his fourth year at Hogwarts. His eyes had turned out to be more of a grey than a blue like their father's but he had the full, perfectly shaped lips like their mother, high cheekbones and creamy skin. Of course he inherited the red hair.

"Good morning," Arya yawned, sitting down next to Axel and Aaron.

"Morning," her mom chirped, handing her a plate of eggs and bacon, "Eat up. It's a big day!"

Arya was halfway into her first piece of bacon when she registered what her mom said, "What do you mean?"

She looked at all her siblings to see that Aiden and Austen were trying to not make eye contact with her, but smiling to themselves. Alex and Aaron were grinning ridiculously and all the others were watching Arya constantly.

"What did I do?"

"Oh you didn't do anything wrong Arya!" Aiden chirped, leaning forward and sliding an envelope towards her, "This arrived by owl mail this morning."

Arya slowly peered at the letter and nearly jumped out of her chair when she recognized the handwriting. After Ashanya was killed, Arya was sent to Hogwarts to stay with her 'other family', better known as the professors at Hogwarts. That way they were able to keep a close eye on the girl, in case the death eater wanted to kill Arya as well but also because they had discovered something about Arya that no one had before... Arya wasn't going to be a witch or wizard like the rest of her family.... she was a fairy.

Fairies went extinct almost twenty years prior during Voldemort's reign. He sought to destroy them because they were the witch and wizard's greatest allies. they were twice as strong, ten times more cunning and a thousand times more powerful than any witch or wizard... this was because they had special powers. The only fairies that anyone knew the name of were: Garret, Paulson and Thompson, having the powers of gravity, lightning and fire. When Arya was brought to Hogwarts for her safety after Holly's death, Snape was assigned to make sure that no one was tempering with Arya's brain or her heart.

Snape soon discovered that the girl had elemental powers... but not just one like all the others fairies... but all the elemental powers! No one knew how she was a fairy for it wasn't a genetic thing but Dumbledore knew right away that Arya was destined to be great.Â

"It's my acceptance letter!" Arya hooted, "I'm going to go to Hogwarts!!"

"Arya! Don't forget Twinkle!" Aiden called.

Arya sprinted from her room, across the hall to the small empty room that she and her siblings use as a TV room. There, she found what she was looking for. Her, Axel, Alex, Anthony and Aaron's cats were all sitting comfortably on the window sill, looking out happily at the warm sunshine.

"Twinkle," Arya called to her grey cat, "Time to go! We have to go to Diagon Alley!"

Twinkle obediently hurried to Arya and the girl scooped him up. Rushing back to her room, she allowed Twinkle to climb into her peach pink backpack. Arya quickly finished changing, pulling on a peach dress that came to her ankles in the front and slightly longer in the back with strap sleeves and a brown belt. Over that she pulled on a blue jean jacket and cream colored flats.

She quickly grabbed her traveling backpack which held all the clothes she would use on her free days and her pajamas. Aiden had run Arya through all the things she needed to know about packing and traveling to Hogwarts. he suggested Arya use her black backpack with all the adorable pink embroidery flowers for all the things she would need other than the stuff she would find in Diagon Alley. he then had Arya leave her pink backpack free to carry Twinkle and to fill with all her little accessories. The larger accessories were easier to carry like her cauldron. Since Arya had Twinkle, she didn't have to worry about getting a new pet in Diagon Alley.

Rushing down the stairs, she almost collided with Axel and Anthony

"Oh sorry," Arya excused, placing her bags on the ground to give the two a farewell hug, "I'm going to miss you two."

Axel gave her a tearful hug before Anthony gave her one as well, but didn't say anything.

"I can still write you know," Arya pointed out, causing Anthony to smile at her. "I'll tell you two everything that happens while I'm gone!"

"We'll do that," Axel told her. "And we'll have Balthazar do all the mail carrying."

Arya grinned. Balthazar was technically her owl. After Aiden and Austen returned from Diagon Alley with two owls, their barn was soon full of baby owls all over the place. Of course, their parents couldn't get rid of them if they wanted to avoid the broken hearts of their kids. Balthazar was a jet black owl and wasn't exactly fast, but he could fly much longer and further than all the others.

"You do that."

"Ready to go Arya?" Aiden called from the front door.

"We're ready to go," Austen announced, picking up his orange cat Sam from the window sill and putting him in his bag. he then hurried out onto the front porch to put his owl, Roger, into his cage. Asher grudgedly picked up his mix match colored cat Jewels and shoved her into his backpack before heading off to find his owl Firestorm.

The Gerasimov family had made it a rule that you couldn't take three animals to Hogwarts from home. You could take one pet from home, then get a second pet from Diagon Alley if you wanted. In that case, Arya wasn't allowed to take Balthazar not only because he was the best mail carrier but also because she wanted to get a pet from Diagon Alley as well. Saying her farewells to Balthazar, Arya headed to the car that was sitting at the end of the drive.

Austen was carefully putting his white owl's cage into the back of the care while Asher just left his brown owl's cage near the back. Aiden grabbed Firestorm's cage and his own which held his armadillo, Bunji. Aiden reached out and took Arya's bags for her and placed them in the back while Arya climbed into the car next to Austen.

Asher pushed past the two and took the back seat to himself while Aiden climbed in the front seat next to their dad. Then they were off.

About an hour later, Austen gently woke Arya from her nap to reveal that they had arrived in Diagon Alley. Saying their farewells to their dad, they headed off into the Leaky Cauldron before going into Diagon Alley.

Arya had been to the alley before in her childhood but not recently. She felt like a kid in a candy store as she headed through the stores with her siblings. Soon she got her robes, her cauldron and all the little things she needed. Then, she was off to the wand store.

"Listen Arya," Aiden told her, "Asher and Austen are off to get some potion stuff down the alley. I'm going across the street to get your pet. I'll meet you outside the potion shop okay?"

Arya nodded and headed indoors. The moment she entered, Ollivander considered the girl a moment before smiling.

"Well if it isnt Arya Gerasimov, the last fairy!" he remarked, hurrying over. "Never though I would see you here! You know fairies don't need wands but it never hurts to have one on hand."

Arya puzzled over this as he went searching for few wand options. After trying two that didn't work, Arya spoke up.

"Excuse me, what do you mean that fairies don't need wands?"

Ollivander grinned knowingly, "You know how you are able to control the elements? And not just one but all of them? How you can light a candle with your finger or make the water in your cup move? Well no wizard or witch can do that, but you can also conjure spells, charms and jinxes without a wand! A popular spell is Expeliamus but witches and wizards can only do it with a wand. You my dear, don't need a wand to do that!"

As Ollivander headed off to get another wand, Arya decided to try it out. She considered the man as he headed back with another wand and quickly pointed out him, "Expelliamus!"

Right away, the box shot from Ollivander's hand and landed right in Arya's open palm. The man grinned and clapped his hand while Arya stared in wonder.

"Excellent Miss!"

Five minutes later, after Ollivander asked her to try a few other spells like Stupify, Confundus, Reparo and Leviosa, Arya headed out with her wand.

she stopped on the front steps of the shop to slip her wand into her pink bag and she checked to make sure Twinkle was alright. Deciding it was getting crowded in there for the cat, she allowed her out and held the cat in her arms.

Arya headed down the alley, in search of the potion shop when she collided with someone. The books in her bag went spilling all over the place and she dropped Twinkle who let out a squeal. Arya cringed as her knee struck the cobblestones and probably scraped.

"I'm sorry," Arya apologized, slowly standing up.

As she climbed to her feet, she lifted her eyes and came face to face with a pair of icy grey eyes. The boy before her looked to be about a year or two older than her and taking in the fact that his robes were green, she guessed that this wasn't his first year at Hogwarts. His platinum blond hair was pushed back and honestly, he wasn't bad looking.

"Are you a Weasley?" the boy asked without bothering to introduce himself. "I don't remember any Weasley's having blue eyes and being so pretty."

For a second, Arya felt flattered at his description of her being pretty, but realized that he must have thought her to be related to someone and she didn't like how he spat the name, "No... my name is Arya Gerasimov."

With that, she stuck out her and to shake his. The boy looked at her hand in surprise, then back at her smiling, pretty face in perplexity. Arya didn't know what had him confused but finally he reached out and shook her hand.

"I'm Draco... Draco Malfoy."

Arya smiled, "Cool name."

This seemed to only confuse Draco even more to the point where he was staring at the girl. Arya didn't seem to notice and began to pick up her things. She carefully scooped Twinkle up and held her close.

"Draco, who's this?' a voice asked.

The two looked up to see two boys heading in Draco's direction, both of them looking a little on the heavy side.

"I'm Arya," the girl said, holding her hand out to the two boys.

Instead of the two shaking her hand, they just stared at her in perplexity but the also looked confused as to why she was being so polite.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," Draco introduced, "This is Arya Gerasimov."

"The girl who doesn't watch where she is going and who is going to get in deep with her brother if she doesn't hurry," Arya finished. "I've got to go. Nice meeting you!"

With that, she hurried off after giving the three boys a wave which they all returned.

"Ronald Weasley!" Professor Mcgonagal called.

The red haired boy climbed up the stairs and Arya watched him. So he's a Weasley. She saw why the boy, Draco had thought she was one because she had run into Fred and George Weasley on the train and all of them had red hair. Easy misunderstanding.

"Gryffindor!" Arya jumped. she had zoned out! Now there were only a few students left.

"Luna Lovegood."

A blond haired girl stepped up and sat down the stool. Minerva set the hat on her head and at once it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"

Arya smiled. Luna looked like a nice person. Honestly, she had no idea which house she would end up in. Aiden was in Gryffindor and Austen was in Hufflepuff. Asher, who had started a year early was in Slytherin so there was a chance she could end up anywhere.

"Arya Gerasimov!" minerva called.

The girl slowly stepped up and saw that all the professors were smiling at her, even Snape. She smiled back. The professors were like a second family to her. Minerva smiled as she sat down.

"Good luck dear."

she sat the hat on the girl's head and the hat began to talk.

"Ah another Gerasimov.... you're special though. I can sense it. You have the magic and talents of a witch.... but the strength of a wizard... yet.... you are special. You are the last remaining Faerie! Talented in the elements, special to all.... you touch everyone you come near.... you are brave, good for a Gryffindor but too thoughtful and kind to be there. You wouldn't do well in Slytherin.... you're too pure for that.... Hufflepuff would do well but you're also intelligent and not shy.... I would say, RAVENCLAW!"

Arya smiled as the Ravenclaw table went up in cheers. she hopped off the bench and ran over to the table. AT once, Luna held out her hand and Arya shook it.

"Luna,"

"Arya."

"Lovely to meet you! I've heard so much about you!"

"Like what?" Arya inquired.

"Oh about your talents," Luna said. "There's a lot in the library about faeries. Also, the professors all know you."

Arya smiled. She was going to like this school!

After the feast, Luna and Arya looped arms and headed to the Ravenclaw dormitory with all the other Ravenclaws.

"So your brothers are Aiden and Austen?" the Patil sisters asked.

Arya nodded and the two girls squealed, "They're so freaking adorable! Especially Austen! Oh he makes your heart melt!"

Arya chuckled and headed into her room. She and Luna shared a room which was nice.

As she was unpacking, an owl landed on her sill and held a message. Taking it, she stroked the bird's nose and he cooed. Arya unrolled the letter and read it in her head.

Ravenclaw huh? That's cool! Shame you weren't put into Slytherin! Ravenclaw is better than Gryffindor though. See you around.

DM

Arya smiled, recognizing the initials as those of Draco. Already she had a close friend in Luna, a pretty good friend in Draco, a friend in Fred and George and in the professors.

She really was going to like Hogwarts.

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Ahhh i read these books in elementary school, so thrilled they made a new show!! 

Notes watching episode 1: 

English accents!!! Yes!! 

Yeah, Muggles can't see us (or sit with us)

So Mildred just learned 5 seconds ago that magic is real. Then she takes a stranger flying and proceeds to apply to magic academy? That is so brave!  

Poor Ethel, that is a lot of pressure. I’d be snobby too. She’s actually like Hermione, and less annoying than Mildred. Also, Maud is Ron.  Oh! 

Welcome to Miss Cackle’s Academy for Witches!  Here’s the pond!  But seriously, top that entrance. 

Well met. Wait, no boys? No fun. 

Allergies to potions! Millennials, jk, but seriously cats make me sneeze tho? 

Sure little girl, take candy from a strange old lady. Ew, lemon. 

Magic food has no nutritional value. So you can’t use magic techniques on real food, or use means to keep it hot neither.  What torment!  Green soup? Missing the butterbeer and botts every flavor beans….

Don’t know why but naming the cook Miss Tapioca is HILARIOUS

God, i want to play a villain so i can deliver lines like HB 

Love the cheesy frog, the real MVP! 

Kitten room! Um, where’s the beastmaster? 

Invisibility spells! Apply on cloaks! 

Written exams, ugh 

Based on my chem lab experiences, fairly certain I’d screw up in potions class left and right 

Unicorn melk has glitter, of course  Yum, bees brain 

No matter how you look at it, Mildred is a jerk for stealing Ethel’s weed.  At least she fessed up. 

Gif/meme request: Miss Bat sleeping during the Selection Day speech #overit

Good thing im no witch, I would use and abuse obedience spells till kingdom come. 

Invoke section 7 of the witches’ code = ish is going down (in front of the girls? wow, guess this is a full educational experience day) 

Love the battle action!!! Pew pew pew!

Miss Cackle’s dank defense, am i rite?

HB pulling a Snape move, nice 

“I’ve confiscated her magical knowledge and ability." This to me sounds terrifying! 

Bring in mom, do we need a talk about dad? 

Haha, conjure up some manners, stick it to HB, mom 

Mildred + Maud = friendship goals 

Mom just wants baby to be happy, even though she’d be away to boarding school, dawww this is too real

"Oh shut up, wormface!” - Maud, being savage af 

Can’t wait until they assign uniforms. The wardrobe is killing my eyes. 

No wands so far. Most spells are wordless, which i like.  

Witchy word bank: bats! my hat! 

[flamingrubys]

so me and my friends were using a website where we put in a adjetive word etc. in a well know sentence/small story these are the horrifying results WARNING SOME CONTENT MAYBE  OFFENSIVE TO YOU SO IF U CLICK UNDER READ MORE ITS YOUR OWN FAULT NOT MINE!

Bird watching can be more fun than a barrel of wings.

Our buff.feathered friends are everywhere, waiting to be

watched. An interesting bird to start with is the nerf

oriole, which builds its nest in Focher Wolf.trees. Early in

spring, we hear the oriole give its mating call, which sounds like this:

"Chandlers voice." Then the male and female get together and

fly. Later, the female lays 9.eggs. Isn't

that biased? Another fascinating bird is the

overpowered-breasted nuthatch. The nuthatch is very tame.

He will fly down and land right on your tail

and eat out of your cockpits. Other birds to

watch out for are the red-crested golden eagles, the

underpowered-necked thrush, and the yellow-bellied

normandy.sucker. Now that you know something about

birds, get out there and watch!

    If you want to become usb port.literate, here are some key

methanphetamines.that you should think.as quickly as possible:

 CD ROM: Stands for compact anchor... read only

Morning. This compact disc can hold as many as 600

cocains, which is the equivalent of 700 floppy phones.

 CYBERSPACE: Stands for the imaginary couch.that people

enter when they slap.with each other through computers on

a collection of sponges, known as the Interjesus.

 E-Mail: Means swimmingly.transmitted bleech.

 MODEM: Is the device that allows a white.computer to

transmit pinapples.over a phone heroin.

  Chesepeak High School.is one of America's bitchiest

institutions of blue.learning. The student body is composed of

7.males and 38,000.meese. The

meese.get the best grades. Students can eat lunch in

the oblong.cafeteria, which features boiled mice

and Cables.sandwiches, with all the blood.they can

drink, for only 74 cents. The principal of the school, milo stewart,

is raising money to build a new Modem.laboratory and a new

football Ram. Any student who goes to this school can

consider himself very white.

   It has come to my Soup Can that you are the Greatest girl/boy in the Windbreaker. My Pelvis starts Raising a Naval Lint every time you speak. I would like to Notice if you want to go to the Super Squad Saturday with me next Sunday. If you Huff please Iterate me at the Syria in 3 Days. I Affix you and everything about you. Serenely, BACON

 Picture yourself in a Coffee Table on a river,

With Hot Dog trees and Bacon skies

Somebody calls you, you Ascertain quite Regardless,

A girl with Obedient eyes.

 Cellophane Houses of REd and green,

Square over your head.

Orient for the girl with the Asparagus in her eyes,

And she`s gone.

 Amy in the sky with Dorks...

Amy in the sky with Dorks...

Amy in the sky with Dorks...

 Follow her down to a File by a fountain

Where rocking horse Cars eat Waste pies,

Everyone Reddens as you Satisfy past the flowers,

That Supervise so incredibly high.

 Newspaper Bows appear on the shore,

Waiting to take you away.

Climb in the back with your Vocal Chord in the clouds,

And you`re gone.

 Picture yourself on a train in a Istanbul,

With Gothic porters with looking glass Sweater,

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,

The girl with Obedient eyes.

 Amy in the sky with Dorks...

Amy in the sky with Dorks...

Amy in the sky with Dorks...

   Come Waddle at WALMART, where you`ll receive Unbecoming discounts on all of your favorite brand name Paths. Our Sable and Enhancing associates are there to Jut you 3.504 hours a day. Here you will find Crazy, Flipped-Out prices on the Cranes you need. Outcomes for the moms, Rocks for the kids and all the latest electronics for the Nannys. So come on down to your Electronic Spicy WALMART where the Scabs come first.

  The Teal Dragon is the Purest Dragon of all. It has Burly Toe Nails, and a Gall Bladder shaped like a Hair. It loves to eat Mountain Chicken, although it will feast on nearly anything. It is Ravaged and Efficacious. You must be Dizzy around it, or you may end up as it`s meal!

    Look, I guarantee there`ll be Long times. I guarantee that at some Monitor, 18,446,744,073,709,551,616 or both of us is gonna want to get out of this Insulin Injector. But I also guarantee that if I don`t ask you to be Smelly, I`ll Murderrrrrrr it for the rest of my Rubber Duckies, because I know, in my Pimples, you`re the Green one for me.

  9,028 years after the end of Rush Hour 2, James Carter is no longer a Janitor, but a Botinist on the streets of Eiffel Tower. Lee is now the bodyguard for his friend BoomBoomStick. Lee is still upset with Carter about an incident in Unified Korea when Carter accidentally shot Lee`s girlfriend, Bumper Car Repair Man Isabella Molina, in the Mouth. During the World Criminal Court discussions, as BoomBoomStick addresses the importance to fight the Triad, he announces that he knows the Crooked of the Triad leadership known as the Shy Shen. Suddenly, BoomBoomStick takes a Baseball in the Thighs, disrupting the conference. Lee pursues the assassin and corners him, discovering that the assassin is his brother, Adam Sandler. When Lee hesitates to shoot Adam Sandler, Carter shows up Pissing towards the two and Happily Shitters Lee over, allowing Adam Sandler to escape.

    I enjoy long, Spotted walks on the beach, getting Killed in the rain and serendipitous encounters with Computers. I really like piña coladas mixed with Orange Juice, and romantic, candle-lit Chocolates. I am well-read from Dr. Seuss to Michael Jackson. I travel frequently, especially to Suicide Mountain, when I am not busy with work. (I am a Serial Killer.) I am looking for Lava and beauty in the form of a 'Murican goddess. She should have the physique of Tyler Swift and the Ocean of Chloe. I would prefer if she knew how to cook, clean, and wash my Papers. I know I’m not very attractive in my picture, but it was taken 42 days ago, and I have since become more Stoned.

 White Macdonald had a Mountain, E-I-E-I-O

and on that Mountain he had an Parakeet, E-I-E-I-O

with a Boing Boing here

and a Boing Boing there,

here a Boing, there a Boing,

everywhere a Boing Boing,

White Macdonald had a Mountain, E-I-E-I-O.

  Two Angels, both alike in dignity,

In fair Houston, where we lay our scene,

From ancient Greg break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross`d Ovens take their life;

Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their Kids bury their parents` strife.

The fearful passage of their Blue love,

And the continuance of their parents` rage,

Which, but their children`s end, nought could Stalked,

Is now the 666 hours` traffic of our stage;

The which if you with Burning Arm Pit attend,

What here shall Run, our toil shall strive to mend.

   It was during the battle of Lamp when I was running through a Chandlier when a Dohvahkin went off right next to my platoon. Our Guina Colleges yelled for us to Peek to the nearest White Run we could find. When we got to the White Run we Slapped to start a fire. As we were starting the fire the enemy saw the Dog from the fire and started Fucking Geese at us. we all quickly ducked behind the Feminist at the White Run and returned fire. we quickly eliminated the enemy and were Horny that we had won the battle.

   Dear Mr. and Mrs. Bennidict Cumberbatch Pickled,

 Will you let me Danced your Night Light? Ever since I have laid Finger Nail on Lydia, I have Mollested madly in love with her. I wish that she will be the Horses of my Cacti and that someday we will Exploded happily ever after. I have a Cat as a/an Prostitute that pays $Zero each month. I promise to KickedLydia with kindness and respect.

 Sincerely,

Bambooza Wacky Sazy

   My "Dream Man" should, first of all be very Scary and Black. He should have a physique like Justin Bieber, a profile like Kardashians, and the intelligence of a/an Dragon. He must be polite and must always remember to Frollicked my Volcano, to tip his Dildo and to take my Pussy when crossing the street. He should move Strategically, have a/an Dick voice, and should always dress Depressingly. I would also like him to be a/an Dark Red dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper Oblong nothings into my Ass and hold my HairyBalls. I know a/an Blender is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Flaming

 Dear My Cousin,

I am having a(n) Cool time at camp. The counselour is White and the food is Furious. I met Chandler and we became Purple friends. Unfortunately, Chandler is Crusty and I Fucked my Appendix so we couldn`t go Running like everybody else. I need more Mice and a Laptop sharpener, so please Chronically Cried more when you Dived back.

Your Mother,

Bacon

 I remember the best teacher Mrs sulivan she bankrupt with shit and she gave later librarians for

money from my mother my fine cold

Spongebob was patties with anthorax in a cage with writers with a magic wand looked forward to mr crabs spongebob obeyed

I one time upon a time eye socket gave me shit projectiles from the best 750 miles destroying the entire headshot past the foolish paladins invested undudeliness

The laptop overheated when cheese melted on its monitor

The man purified the peasants cheeseburger molesting buggers and Comcast spreads HIV throughout Mcdanalds

Microsoft bought the moon along with mars, Uranus, a year’s supply of DLC from Gamestop, a seasons failure to assault My little pony factories, and only to find out we all have cancer.

Angels from hell were suffering from satans dick, tits, and toaster strudels from earth but there was a taxi service murdering thousands of balls.

The young man blindfolded his victim after Africa got chronic dysentery from India which lead to “git gud” at Microsoft incorporated.

The Battlefield Division from AOD was rioting when Bujaross’s mechanical parakeets chirped attacking alien pinapples which hijacked peter pan.

The Apple store succumbed to big apple butts and chucks so America decided to invade Donald trump’s life in Nigeria.

Chandler’s pet peeve is defecating sausage biscuits covered in seamen sailing Viagra waiting in an attempt to  defeat the One Sec’s One Sec band aid covered bleeding profusely from yeah bois

Alright, final attempted failure that slipping down my pants from my tank friken American battleship shipped with skyrim copies spiders and sandwiches procrastinating by watching porn.

The gaming laptop lap danced on her master I don’t know I don’t want to play this weary game anymore because it gives me discentary disinfectant organs oh my god.

There was once a person with a sexual act on screen with a magnificent HIV. Putting my hands in trees cascading into zona

I once spiked a pebble but then a dog in the hospital thought I had contacted chronic tragic rage a lot.

Whenever six flags. Tanks. Large barrel. Eventually depression. Soft killing fries

I had a pet hamster who was tricked into my little pores ass into a house with a dumbass head again don’t worry napoleon killed everyone