#RABBITTI

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Y’all already know who I’m voting but also I’d like to thank this poll for introducing me to Alison and her game bc she seems really cool!! :D def gonna have to check that out soon hehe.

Anyhow

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hello!! I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders (can be emt marauders if you want) x reader who has sleeping trouble? either trouble going to sleep due to intrusive thoughts and anxiety, or reader who keeps waking up because of nightmares about people dying? I think the boys would be good at comforting her <3 thank you in advance, your writing is always amazing!

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 873 words

James is talking to you in a low voice, so low Sirius can hardly make it out from just behind him. Remus’ short fingernails scratch lightly at Sirius’ scalp while they both try to listen. 

“Sweetheart,” James is near to pleading, “aren’t you tired?”

“Yeah,” you reply, just as quietly. “I am, just…I just don’t want to.” 

Sirius tuts. “You don’t get a lot of choice in the matter, baby. You have to sleep eventually.” 

“I know.” Sirius’ heart aches at how small you sound. You’re fighting a losing battle and you know it, not against your boyfriends but against your body. In some ways, your mind, too; it’s been putting you through a lot these past few nights. He wonders if the idea of sleep has ever made anyone sound so exhausted. “I hate that I can’t wake up, though. It’s like being trapped, it’s…it’s scary.” 

Remus hums sympathetically. His nails skim over the crown of Sirius’ head. “If you can move or make a sound, one of us could wake you,” he says. 

“I tried.” You’re beginning to sound teary, your voice tight. “Last night, you said you’d wake me up, but none of you did. I was screaming.” 

“We couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.” James presses a sorry kiss to your forehead. 

“I know,” you whimper. “Sorry, I know it’s not your fault.” 

Remus’ fingers leave Sirius’ hair, elbow denting the pillow as he sits up to see you. “Hey, come here.” 

Sirius makes way as you crawl carefully across the bed, going to James’ chest instead. One of James’ hands sneaks underneath Sirius’ shirt to rest over his abdomen. Sirius lays his over it, intertwining their fingers. Meanwhile, Remus is tucking you underneath his chin, rubbing long, slow strokes up and down your spine. 

“It’s not your fault, either, dovey,” he says. “I understand that it makes going to sleep scarier when you think that’s what’s waiting for you, but you’re getting yourself all wound up thinking about it. That can’t help, hm?” 

“No,” you admit. “I can’t help thinking about it, though. I…I hate…” You sound like you’re speaking through a blockage. Sirius’ own throat tightens compassionately. “I hate that there’s nothing I can do.” 

Remus sighs, turning his chin down to kiss your head as he continues rubbing your back. Sirius can guess what he’s thinking. They put a lot of work into getting you ready for sleep tonight. God knows you need it, after waking in a panic the last three nights in a row and refusing to go back to sleep. To try and avoid that, your boyfriends made you herbal tea, watched a sitcom instead of the crime show you’ve all been on lately, distracted you with light talk and tender touches. Now, though it’s certainly not your fault, all their efforts are being undone. 

“I have an idea,” Sirius says. “Come here, baby. Give me a hug.” 

James laughs, squeezing Sirius’ middle as you turn over curiously. “That’s your plan? You just want to steal her from Rem.” 

“I can have a plan and want her for myself,” Sirius teases. He shoots Remus a wink, to which his boyfriend rolls his eyes (he loves Sirius, really). “Go on, sweetness. Wrap me up tight.” 

He hugs you back as you press closer to him, feeling the rabbitty fast beat of your heart. His thumb strokes over it thoughtlessly, protective. Sirius thinks these lucid dreams you’ve been having get you more wound up than any regular nightmare, and he can understand why; the thought of you running around in your own mind, terrified and knowing you could make it all stop if only you could figure out how is scary for him, too. He wouldn’t want to go to sleep, either. 

“We’re gonna stay like this,” he murmurs to you. His hand comes to rest on your mid-back, fingertips just between your shoulder blades. Not rubbing, not patting. Just holding you there. “And if you start having one of those dreams, you squeeze the shit out of me. I’ll wake up, okay? I will.” 

“What if I can’t move?” you worry. 

“I’ll feel your heart.” He presses down slightly with his palm, feeling the too-quick bump through your skin. “If I wake up and your heart’s going fast, I’ll wake you up then, too. Promise.” 

It starts to slow. “You think you’ll notice?” 

“You think I’m gonna be able to go into a deep sleep when one of my loves might need me?” he counters. James chuckles, kissing the back of his head. “I’ll be up, baby. And I’ll notice. Okay?” 

“Okay.” You tuck your head in under his chin. Sirius covers it with his free hand, stroking the hair at your temple. He hopes you can hear his own heartbeat. Hopes it calms you enough for an easy night. “Thanks. Sorry for making things hard.” 

“You don’t make things hard,” Remus chides. 

“Yeah,” James says lightly. “What about this is hard? Sirius got what he wanted, I doubt he’s unhappy.” 

You make a soft sound of amusement against his chest. Sirius smiles. “Definitely not,” he agrees, holding you closer. “How about you worry less about being a nuisance and more about going to sleep. Hm?”

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28 or 34 for Lando and Oscar? If it compels you 🦭

feeling for each other in the dark!! compelling...

lando/oscar scene under the cut..

“Oscar.” 

Oscar answered quietly, “I’m here.” They hadn’t been told to stay quiet, but it felt strange to talk at a normal volume. 

“This is fucking— stupid.” 

Oscar didn’t answer. He felt the same. But what could they do? 

“Can you, like, say something? So I know you’re still here.” 

Oscar smiled. “Where would I go?” he asked. “Even if we weren’t locked in, I couldn’t find the door. I can’t see anything.” 

There was a moment of silence, and when Lando spoke again there was a hint of panic in his voice. “We’re locked in?” 

Oscar backtracked hastily. “Er, probably not. I just mean—if we weren’t contractually locked in.” 

Another moment of silence, but when Lando spoke again he sounded a little calmer. “Mate, I never signed any contract that said they could Pavlov’s Dog me.”

Oscar frowned, then laughed. “You’re thinking of the cat. Schrodinger’s.”

“Whatever. How long d’you think we’ll be in here?” 

“Dunno.” 

There was a shifting noise, like Lando was moving around. Oscar put out a wary hand to stop them from colliding. Faintly, he could hear the sound of the Las Vegas grandstands—a roar of applause, dulled by the layers of plastic and plywood between it and his own ears. He hoped the roar meant the first pair of drivers had been revealed: Valtteri and Zhou, released from their own black box. 

“Downside to being first in the constructor standings,” Oscar mused. “They’ll open our box last.” 

“Wish you’d driven a little slower, mate.” 

“Likewise.” 

“Likewise,” Lando mimicked. Oscar glared in his general direction. 

For a few moments they were quiet, listening to the crowd. Somebody was on a mic, shouting over the noise, but Oscar couldn't quite make out the words. Then Lando said, timidly: “Can you, er. Can you—like—move a little closer.” 

Oscar hesitated, then took a small step to the side. “You alright?” 

“Yep,” Lando said, but his voice was strained. “You think they gave us enough oxygen?” 

“I don’t think the boxes are airtight.”

“Yeah, well, I just feel like I can’t breathe? A little?”

Oscar turned, and took another small step. He could feel Lando close by, the warmth of him. They were wearing identical team kit, and it really wasn’t enough; the desert night was freezing, and nobody had thought to put a space heater in the boxes. Or maybe that was a fire hazard. 

“Are you claustrophobic?” 

“No,” Lando said. “I just don't trust Las Vegas to pull this fucked up magic trick off without killing somebody in the process.”

“You can breathe,” Oscar said. “If I can breathe, you can breathe.” 

“Maybe you’re taking up all the oxygen, though,” Lando said. Oscar realized how close they were standing: he could feel the puff of air from Lando’s plosives. “Maybe they didn’t calculate right for two people.” 

There was a second roar, a little louder this time. Williams. Alex and Franco were probably waving to the crowd, blinking in the glare of the Las Vegas neon. Oscar didn’t like how much time there had been between the two waves of applause. They weren’t opening the boxes very quickly, then. 

He tried to think of something to say to get Lando’s mind off the oxygen situation. “Is Martin here this weekend?”

“Stop trying to distract me,” Lando snapped.

Oscar, chagrined, went silent. They stood still for a few moments. Oscar wondered if the rabbitty thump he could hear, very very faintly, was Lando’s heartbeat. 

“Yeah,” Lando said, finally. “He's here. And Max and P, too.” 

“Nice,” Oscar said, relieved. “What are you doing after the race?”

“Dunno,” Lando said. He drew a shallow breath. “Club or something. Maybe just leave.”

“Cool.” There was a thump on the box, which rattled it. Lando drew in another breath, this one quick and sharp. Nothing else happened, or rocked the box, but Lando’s breathing was still fast and shallow. 

Oscar made an executive decision: he reached out blindly for where he assumed Lando’s arm would be. 

Lando yelped.

“Sorry! Sorry, it's me. Obviously.”

“I know that,” Lando snapped. “Just wasn't— expecting it.” He didn't pull away. “What is it?”

“Just making sure we don't bump into each other,” Oscar lied. He ran his hand down Lando’s arm, found his wrist. He wrapped a hand around it, finding Lando’s pulse point. 

“What are you doing?” Lando asked. He sounded wary, nervous.

“Sorry, just— stay still, yeah?” Lando’s pulse was fast, and getting faster. “I’m just making sure I know where you are. I don't want to ram my head into yours if I move.”

“Right.” Lando didn't seem terribly convinced. 

“I know what Lewis had for lunch,” Oscar said. 

“What?” Lando asked, after a long moment. 

“He had a big bowl of coleslaw. With beans on the side. I guess it was the vegan option.”

“Oh.. kay?”

“So,” Oscar said, and waited for Lando to think about it. “George is trapped in a box with him. For at least fifteen minutes.”

It took Lando a few seconds. Then he cackled. “Oh, nasty.”

“Right.” 

“God, poor George.”

“Do you think he’ll say anything?”

“George?” Lando scoffed. “He’ll probably apologize. ‘Oh, sorry Lewis, I’m sure that was me…’”

Oscar grinned. He could feel Lando’s pulse slowing under his thumb. “If you're worried about anybody not surviving this, it should be George. He's being fumigated.” 

Lando cackled again, louder. “Do you think the Grand Prix has insurance for accidentally gassing a driver?” 

“They will after tonight.” 

“Ah, George. Well, he had a good run.” 

“RIP,” Oscar said, solemnly. “Died the way he lived.” 

“Usually it was Alex though…”

By then they were both laughing, and Lando’s pulse had steadied. When they quieted, he still hadn’t pulled away. A third cheer went up finally: this one was probably for Yuki and Liam, third from the bottom in the constructor’s standings. Oscar hoped Liam was enjoying these moments while he had the chance. 

After a moment Oscar shivered, the cold seeping in through his flimsy windbreaker. Lando moved a little closer. “Thanks,” he said. 

“For what?” 

“Just—being the calm one, I guess.” 

Oscar smiled. His own pulse had picked up, rather than slowed. Lando’s wrist was warm in his hand. “No problem.”

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Prompt 24 - Kid Fic

@wolfstarmicrofic July 24, word count 975

Part five of werewolf Sirius

CW - Mentions of child abuse (Not described)

Previous part First part

When they’d gotten back to the camp, Greyback had disappeared but a lot of the wolves that had been friendly to him since he got there were now keeping their distance. It was definitely because of what Greyback had said the day before. And then the whole Regulus thing. Regulus's death had been reported in the papers. Sirius had mourned him, but now there was a chance that he was still alive. Sirius slept poorly that night. He dreamed of his brother.

“Sirius, Sirius, where are you?” The worried voice of his little brother cried out in the dark. 

“Hey, hey. Shhhhh, I’m here,” Sirius soothed Regulus, slipping into his bed and cradling him against his chest. Regulus had night terrors almost nightly. Sirius normally got to Regulus’s room quicker, but his mother had punished him that afternoon when he covered for Regulus when he’d dropped a glass at lunchtime. He was so sore that he’d just fallen asleep and was woken by Regulus’s screams. He had to get Regulus to stop quickly or else their mother would come and Sirius would have to listen to Regulus’s screams without being able to help him. 

Regulus was shaking in his arms. Sirius began telling him fairy tales from a muggle book he’d read in the local library. His parents, of course, had no idea he'd even stepped foot in a muggle library, but there were only so many times he could read Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump before he went insane. Tonight’s story was about a mermaid who fell in love with a prince and traded her voice to a sea witch in exchange for legs. It did not have a happy ending, but that was muggles for you.

Regulus had fallen asleep by the end and an exhausted Sirius followed soon after. He slipped out when the birds first started chirping and went back to his own bed. 

“What do you boys have planned today?” Orion asked over the top of his newspaper when they came down for breakfast, already dressed in smart clothing befitting the young heir and his brother of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

“I thought we could go out into the gardens and identify the uses of the magical plants in the greenhouses,” Sirius said as formally as he could. He didn’t care about the plants, he wanted an excuse to be outside all day so he could teach Reggie how to fly. 

“Uh huh,” Orion raised his eyebrow. “No more than five feet off the ground and do not let your mother catch you. Ensure you are back inside and presentable before lunch is served.” Sirius and Regulus wolfed their food down and hurried outside. 

“Are we really going to fly?!” Regulus asked him excitedly. Sirius couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. 

“We are,” Regulus leapt into his arms and hugged him tightly. “You have to listen to everything I say, Reggie, okay?” Regulus dropped his feet back to the floor and nodded his head so hard his curls flew everywhere. “Good. Follow me.” 

Sirius pulled out two brooms from the small broom shed behind the greenhouses. “Okay, so first thing you have to put your hand above the broom and very clearly and confidently say ‘Up’, like this. Up,” He ordered the broom and it shot into his hand. Regulus took a deep breath and copied Sirius’s movements. 

“Up,” He said quietly. The broom didn’t move. He looked at Sirius, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Don’t worry, try again. Just be a bit more confident. You can do it, I believe in you,” Sirius ruffled Regulus’s curls. 

“Up,” Regulus repeated, his voice a little stronger. “Sirius, did you see, did you see? It moved!” The broom had rolled over. 

“Amazing, try again,” Sirius encouraged. It took a few more attempts, but finally, the broom rose to Regulus’s waiting hand.  

“Well done, Reggie. Alright, step number two. Kick off gently from the ground and we’ll hover. Be careful not to kick off too hard, or you’ll rise too high. Copy me,” Sirius barely pushed his feet from the ground and slowly rose until his toes were just brushing the grass. 

Regulus had a death grip on his broom handle, but he copied Sirius exactly and rose to the same height. Being shorter than Sirius, his feet were a bit higher off the ground than his brothers. 

“Wow, that was excellent, Reggie, I’m so proud of you. Right, you’re going to lean forward and follow me. We’ll start with a few circles.” Sirius showed him how to make the broom move, and soon they were racing around the garden having a wonderful time. 

“Boys,” Orion called them in just before lunch. He shook his head when they ran over to him after landing and putting their brooms away. He raised his wand and both boys tensed, but Orion just used Scourgify on their sweaty faces, smoothed their wayward hair and straightened their rumpled clothes. “Hurry up, your mother will be back shortly,” Orion warned, before returning to the house.  

“I love you, Sirius,” Regulus threw his arms around Sirius’s middle. 

“I love you too, Reggie,” Sirius chuckled, stroking his brother’s head. He kept an arm wrapped around him as they went to join their parents for lunch, only letting go when they were outside the dining room.

Sirius woke crying as the dream still played behind his eyes. He and Regulus had been so close when they were young, it was only when he’d left for Hogwarts and made his first-ever friends and been sorted into Gryffindor that they had begun to drift apart, and it had only gotten worse over the years.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll find him,” Remus whispered lovingly into his ear, pulling him closer and lulling him back to sleep. 

Next part

[pancakewithsprinkles]

I had a dream where Sam and Max had a live Action TV show where sam and max were humans instead of their usual rabbitty thing and dogman duo and it was stupidly gritty and edgy so they added a sidekick for them named "scott pilgrim" who was this literal 5 year old boy they kidnapped just for funzies

And also to make up for the fact Sam wasn't a dog anymore he was a werewolf which you KNOW helped make the show even edgier

The tv show did horribly and it eventually just became all about the Scott Pilgrim character and got renamed "Scot pilgrim's amazing awesome adventures"

[wizardingwirelessnetwork]

Books, children’s stories and comics in the WW

There’s much more than just school text books in the Wizarding World, so as logical it is to assume that muggle borns read popular muggle fairytales during their childhood, it’s equally logical to think the same about magically raised children! And adults ( we known how those witches piled up for Lockharts autograph in Diagon Alley lol )

Here’s a list of wizarding books that are not Hogwarts textbooks

Children’s stories:

Tales of Beedle the Bard - book containing many wizarding fairytales. Stories in the book: The Tale of the Three Brothers‘ ; ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune‘ ; ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart‘ ; ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot‘ ; ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump‘. As Ron says his mother read the book to him when he was young.

Toadstool Tales - a series of adaptations of other works, written by Beatrix Bloxam. They contained soppy, "sanitised" versions of other works, including The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was Mrs Bloxam's way of purifying them so as to preserve children's innocence. The book is universally loathed by wizarding children

Comics:

Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle - Ron liked these comics a lot since he had a stash of them in his bedroom

Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie - read by Dean and Harry

Fiction:

Enchanted Encounters- a series of books written by the author Fifi LaFolle

Sports:

Beaters' Bible - by Brutus Scrimgeour

Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch - by Kennilworthy Whisp

Flying with the Cannons

Noble Sport of Warlocks - by Quintius Umfraville

Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup

Quidditch Through the Ages - Kennilworthy Whisp

Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland

Wonder of Wigtown Wanderers - by Kennilworthy Whisp

A Snitch in Time

Numerology:

New Theory of Numerology

Astrology:

Atlas of Celestial Anomalies - M. P. N. Carneirus

Magical Creatures:

Aquatic Wonders of Yorkshire: A Wizard's Field Guide

Bestiarium Magicum

Children's Anthology of Monsters - Newton Scamander

Dreadful Denizens of the Deep

Enclopedia of Bat Eyes

Hoax and Dreams - Laura Thorn

House-Elves & Self-Hatred

Little People, Big Plans - Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed

Lizard's Claws From Africa

Magical Creatures (book)

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs - Dylan Marwood

Most Macabre Monstrosities

Newts of Bognor - Walter Aragon

Owl Breeds

Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried - Gulliver Pokeby

Which Owl? - Miranda Goshawk

You & Your Owl

Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit

Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland

From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much

A Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Book on Hippogriff-baiting

Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality

Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - Eldred Worple

Vampire's Monologue - Amarillo Lestoat

Hairy Snout, Human Heart - anonymous author

Hunting Werewolves

Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live - Emerett Picardy

Herbology:

Encyclopedia of Toadstools

Good Gardens Guide 1990

Goshawk's Guide to Herbology - Miranda Goshawk

Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs - Hadrian Whittle

Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties

Shrubs & Trees for the Garden - Arthur Osborn

Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries

Wanderings of a Tree in the Alps

Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants - Selina Sapworthy

Charms and spells:

Book of Charms & Spells, The

Achievements in Charming

Charms for attraction - Griselda Gogh

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Cheering Charms

Extreme Incantations - Violeta Stitch

Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I - VII - Chadwick Boot

Advanced Charm Casting - Eulalie Hicks

Abracadabra: An A-Z of Spooky Spells

Ancient thieves' text

Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions

Confronting the Faceless

Curses and Counter-Curses - Vindictus Viridian

Dark Arts Outsmarted

Guide to Advanced Occlumency

Jinxes for the Jinxed

Practical Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook

Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts

Self-Defensive Spellwork

Evelyn Starling's duelling book

Updated Counter-Curse Handbook (Second Revised Edition)

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Magick Moste Evile - Godelot

Secrets of the Darkest Art - Owle Bullock

Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration

Transformation Through the Ages

Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks

Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Spell journall - Miranda Goshawk (spell journal only)

Book of Charms & Spells

Book of Spells - Miranda Goshawk

Easy Spells to Fool Muggles

Gilded-covered spellbook

Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus - Brian Gagwilde

Slytherin's Spellbook - Salazar Slytherin

Alchemy:

Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science - Argo Pyrites

Alchemical duodecimo

Potions:

A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without - Blossom Degrasse

Asiatic Anti-Venoms - Libatius Borage

Book of Potions - Zygmunt Budge

Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! - Libatius Borage

Moste Potente Potions

Potion Opuscule - Arsenius Jigger

Spell potions - Tim

Love Potions - Salamander

Cooking and housecare:

Charm Your Own Cheese - Greta Catchlove (revised edition by Gerda Curd)

Cooking the Muggle Way - Mordicus Egg

Enchantment in Baking

Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests - Gilderoy Lockhart

One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!

Practical Household Magic - Zamira Gulch

Divination:

Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul

Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming

Omens, Oracles & the Goat - Bathilda Bagshot

Oracle of Palombo - Bathilda Bagshot

Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks

The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus

Xylomancy - Selina Sapworthy

Education:

Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe

Preferred Preface for Perfect Prefects

Revision guides:

Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s

W.O.M.B.A.T. Revision Guide

Magical health:

Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions

Healer's Helpmate - H. Pollingtonious

Healing at Home with Herbs - Phyllida Spore

Biographies/autobiographies:

Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Uric the Oddball - Radolphus Pittiman

Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Demob - Rita Skeeter

He Flew Like a Madman - Kennilworthy Whisp

Horticultural History of the Blackwood Maze

Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - Rita Skeeter

Magical Me - Gilderoy Lockhart

My Life as a Muggle - Daisy Hookum

My Life as a Squib - Angus Buchanan

Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Harry Potter - Rita Skeeter

Historical magic:

Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms

Guide to Medieval Sorcery

Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes - E. Limus

Decline of Pagan Magic - Bathilda Bagshot

Historical wizards and witches:

Famous Fire-Eaters

Fifteenth-Century Fiends

Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century

Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

Notable Magical Names of Our Time

Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts

Prefects Who Gained Power

Historical magical things, places and events:

Big Foot's Last Stand - Ortiz O'Flaherty

Dominating Dementors: A True History of Azkaban

Impenetrable Azkaban: The Hidden Prison to Escape in the World

Hogwarts: A History - Bathilda Bagshot

One Hundred Historical Sites from the Second Wizarding War

Perambulation of Kent

Scars of Salem: Essays on the Witch Trials of 1692 - Carlos Eduardos

Scourers and the Creation of MACUSA - Theophilus Abbot

Sites of Historical Sorcery

Triwizard Tragedies

Contemporary history:

Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century

Important Modern Magical Discoveries

Modern Magical History

Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry

Magical self-help:

Cast-a-Spell handbook

Learn Magic Fast with Kwikspell

Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up

Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won't Commit

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Where There's a Wand, There's a Way

Wizards Are from Neptune, Witches Are from Saturn - Irsis Pius

Living With Legilimens: Choose Your Mind Wisely

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Ancient Runes and Magical Theory:

Advanced Rune Translation - Yuri Blishen

Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms

Magical Theory - Adalbert Waffling

Manual M39h-z

Магичен Теория

Rune Dictionary

Spellman's Syllabary

Muggle Studies:

Moronic Muggles

The Muggle Conspiracy -Sinistra Lowe

Muggles Who Notice - Blenheim Stalk

The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know - Mordicus Egg

Quaint Muggle Machinery

When Muggles Attack - Barrett Fay

Transportation:

Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare

Fully Illustrated History of the Flying Carpet

Law:

Ancient Law

Dark Arts: A Legal Companion, The

Intricacies of Rappaport's Law, The

‎Extraordinary Trials in History

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

‎Illegal Compendium 198

‎Law and Literature

Legal Loopholes & Leprechauns

Legal Rules for Roving Sprites

Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles‎

Legal Guidelines for the Manufacture of Magical Apparatus

Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic

‎Magical Misdemeanours in the Modern Law

‎Magical Moral Perspective

‎Unforgivable Curses and their Legal Implications

Muggle 'Law & Order' - Complete Guide

Other books:

Animal Ghosts of Britain - Mopsy Fleabert

En Ful Flicka - Så Tuktas En Modedocka - Signe Björnberg

First Love, First Loss - Amorette Deneuve

Flap of the Cape - Abigail R. Cankus

Gateway to the Far Stars

Invisible Book of Invisibility

Mudbloods and How to Spot Them - Barrett Fay

Pure-Blood Directory

Skrifter af Knos

Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter - by Bertrand de Pensées-Profondes

Who Am I? - Gilderoy Lockhart

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An, Bun Waitress

I drew up a new OC, An! She's this rabbitty waitress!

[artist-issues]

Have you seen that promotional teaser of live action Stitch? I’m genuinely surprised it’s not completely horrible (a la the bad CGI furniture from the 2017 Beauty and the Beast). Don’t get me wrong though, I still think live action Lilo and Stitch remake is a bad idea and shouldn’t have been done.

Yes! I still think it’s a bad idea too!

But as my dear sister would say “he could look worse.” He looks okay. He’s too…rabbitty. For my taste. And I wonder if they’ll ever get his movement right.

But Chris Sanders is voicing him, and I love Stitch, so the only thing that could make me go see it is to hear his voice again. Not to be too dramatic.

[newhologram]

Rabbitty💙💜💗

[claypigeonpottery]

I've been doing pottery for 5-6 years now, all in professional/education studios and none of them have little kin god effigies and I'm going to fix that TOMORROW. I love yours so much (especially the movement in the rabbitty fellow)!!! 🥺

that’s so cool, I’m glad I can spread this little tradition 😁

[swift-kwikster]

Your fankids are so cute!! What's your opinion on people also making Max trans? I personally really like Sam as trans

Thank you so much!!

I LOVE it when people make trans Max content or HC him as trans in general! There's so many great pictures and fics with that HC in it. That rabbitty thing is absolutely not cis.

I HC him as trans as well, T4T Sam and Max is legendary top tier.

And you could probably tell by my content that trans Sam is one of my favourite HC's ever too haha. It's awesome you like him as trans. :)

[zigmenthotep]

Oops, here it is Easter and I forgot to draw any fresh rabbitties. So here's some recycled ones.

[sureinsunlight]

I HATH BEEN SUMMONED FOR THE GREAT OC ASK

thank you @entropyking for the call to arms, we've got The Entire List! For my poor fleshcrafted girl Mopsy, previously Elaine Nestor. Ahem:

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Silver and a sort of palest lilac, from her fur and her eyes.

This sort.

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

Oh! She really, really likes film scores, specifically from the late 80s and early 90s. More contemporary stuff is nice, too, but she'll really go for anything without vocals... think Sleeping at Last's astronomy series, she'd like those.

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

Doesn't need one. Mopsy's body has grown past the little pet it was designed to be, and now her teeth can carve and a kick from one of her overgrown, lapine legs can crumple a car fender. It makes her position in her new-found "family" of killers quite the important one.

how crafty/resourceful are they?

She isn't exactly conniving, but Mopsy's had her back against the wall more than once, and can get out of new situations pretty reliably-- albeit usually by running or obliterating the problem, but still.

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Mopsy used to just pick whatever would cover up her bulk, generally very dysmorphic about her appearance post-escape from Cavalry (the Tzimisce that made her into what she is now), especially as her form outgrew the bounds set for it and played a brutal variation on the theme. After meeting a much kinder sort of person in Rainer, the vampire that's more-or-less become a big brother to her, she's had access to prettier dresses and outfits properly tailored to fit her form, and actually enjoys how she looks most days now. Her style tends towards the frilly and slightly froufrou, exploring an aesthetic of femininity she was once forced into and then denied on her own terms.

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Mopsy loves her hair, it's one of the few things about her transformation she always enjoyed. It's very long, and silvery-white, and though she keeps the wispy flowings along her arms and legs shaved, she makes sure care is paid to what's on her head. She usually lets it hang free, or done up in a braid-- when the Family sends her out on business, it's tied up first.

favorite animal? why?

Rabbits, wouldn't you know. She's reclaiming them for herself. Mice are a close second, because, I mean, look at them.

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

Mostly just abbreviations like Mops. Technically her name is a nickname, but she doesn't feel right using her given one these days. Attemps to give her any sort of pet name will usually result in responses ranging anywhere from frustration to violence.

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

She likes baked sweets a lot, particularly fudgy brownies-- though theyre a devil to get out of her rabbitty teeth. Dislikes sour things and peppermint, as a rule, but generally has no restrictions besides the fact that her body needs to eat quite a lot to keep itself healthy.

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

Silver's preferred to gold, generally; she mostly likes to have necklaces over anything else. Her nose is pierced, too, so different rings or piercings could be tried out-- her primary one contains a glamour to help her move through the public eye, though, so that stays in usually.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Not very much I'd say, not immediately. I've definitely gone through a point of intense dysmorphia due to procedures I had to undergo (albeit for me it was lifesaving as opposed to a thorough horror-movie experience), so I borrow from some of that understanding when writing Mops, but that's about it. I do think she and I would get along nicely, though, if we met as simply two people and less as character-and-author (in which case I assume I'd be summarily beaten to a pulp).

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

Ever since middle school, although the concept and particulars have changed heavily since then! I don't know her birthday, but she would, and I feel like a quiet celebration with Rainer and her friend crush soulmate (its complicated) Nim!

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

Monolingual, sadly. English is all she knows. Tried picking up some Quebecois French for the sake of some cross-province friends a while back, but... Yeah, she's probably not seeing them again.

are they any good with numbers?

Not incredibly? She can count, and like, math is fine, but Cavalry took her away around middleschool age, so anything after that is more or less a wash. She'd like to get some more education, but the Family really needs her to keep working for them, so...

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Before Cavalry showed his true colors, he was a family friend to her parents, who she lived with growing up. Nowadays, she lives with the rest of the so-called "Beatrix Gang"-- Old Brown, Miss Tiggywinkle, and Mr. Todd (and of course, Rainer, who doesn't headline but takes genuinely good care of her).

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

No pets here! Never owned one, actually.

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

She was a big big fan of swimming. She really wants to learn how to swim with her new body, if she can get the time.

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Not things people ought to do. The killing, of course... Well, Tiggs has made it very clear it's for an important cause. She tries to stay okay with it.

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

She can have a temper at times, usually at feeling like she's being babied or coddled, or talked down to-- especially the latter. She's worked a lot on settling that gut reaction, of course, but she's still learning. Going through the sorts of things she did generally doesn't make you an even-keeled person.

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

Not got a car, no. She wouldn't know what to do with one even if she had access to one.

their favorite place to be?

At Nim's house, or bounding along the rooftops of Haven at night.

do they sleep well at night?

Oh, way better than she used to, yeah. All thanks to Rainer and Nim.

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Her voice is very nice, honestly-- she doesn't talk a lot, partly because one of the changes involved a very severe cleft palate, but she's started getting a little more confident. And she has a good tone control, honestly. High and whispy.

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

She doesn't create too often, isn't yet confident enough to make bad art and hasn't got around yet to adaptive tools for her hands, which lack much any dexterity-- having been shaped into pawlike structures. A little thought in the back of her head would like to try painting...

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

Having grown far past the bounds of her flesh-shaping, Mopsy's senses are fairly sharp. She's actually a bit near-sighted, but her sense of smell and hearing are incredibly sharp with her skull and ears having been shaped as they are.

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

She does have mobility aids! She can move incredibly quickly when she needs to, with her legs launching her great distances, but she's not quite capable of walking unaided, so she uses arm braces to support herself with upright steps. For short distances, typically where she feels most comfortable (or where the Gang has convinced her to try and be scary), she tends to lope on all fours, raising her front much as she can.

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

Never been much of a sports fan, no. Did swimming, as earlier stated, but mostly as a hobby.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Mopsy uses her words as much as is comfortable to voice her care, but beyond that tends to default to staying close, physical touch such as cuddling or resting against someone, or acting generally protective of them as a way to express her care.

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

Earth feels most right, here. She's a grounded sort, and when she takes to the air it's as a stone's throw, to crash down with power and surety.

do they smell like anything notable?

Very very faintly of grapes. It's her favored conditioner.

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

She really really likes getting gifts, though she'll tell you that you don't need to give her anything. Her favorite gifts, like the ones that Rainer has given, are things adapted for her-- fitted clothing, accommodations, experiences that she can take part in. That always means a lot.

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

It's a habit she picked up from when she lived with Cavalry, but she bruxes when she gets excited or nervous. Also she has a habit of smoothing out her hair with her hands half-obsessively now and then.

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

They'd call her sister, or daughter, or delight. The kinder ones would simply say she's a very quiet, kind, and occasionally bright soul.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

She'd say she's just someone who tries to make up for the bad that's been done, to and by her.

do they ever return home?

No. Maybe she can make one, though.

[satellitefish]

*Swallows pill* Go on little tablet, work your magic.

*Some time later, deep inside my gut, the recently swallowed pill cracks open. Out of it emerges a tiny little magician holding a magic wand and a hat. With a twinkle in his eye, the magician waves the wand around in the air and a rabbit pokes its head out of the magician's hat. A moment later, a second rabbit head emerges behind the first one. The first rabbit hops out of the hat onto the floor while a third and fourth rabbit push their way past the second rabbit. The three of them tumble out and land on the floor. Behind them, rabbits five, six and seven spout out of the hat into the air as rabbit number eight tentatively pokes its head out. There is a moment of silence as rabbit eight snuffles the air and is then blasted upwards as four hundred more rabbits are ejected out of the hat, filling up my guts with rabbitty goodness.*

So, upon reflection, the magician tablets are good but what I really need is a wizard tablet. One that works some real magic and not just stage tricks. C'mon science. These rabbits suck.

[blackcurlsgreeneyes]

Harry tried to double up his energy for the remainder of the party, because the Minister's crashing it had the the rest of the guests rather subdued. And it worked, getting them through to saying goodnight with genuine smiles, before the teenagers all headed upstairs to prepare for bed, ready for their busy day tomorrow.

At Hermione's prompting, Taylor produced the wand, and Harry again felt his heart tugging. He hadn't thought of this wand, really looked at it, since the night that Dumbledore died. Seeing it again was surreal enough; seeing it in his girlfriend's hands, as her property? It was weird. When she sat beside him, he slid an arm around her waist, holding her close.

“D’you think he knew the Ministry would confiscate his will and examine everything he’d left us?” Harry asked her. “Definitely,” Hermione confirmed at once. “He couldn’t tell us in the will why he was leaving us these things, but that still doesn’t explain...” “ ...why he couldn’t have given us a hint when he was alive?” Ron asked in agreement. “Yes, exactly,” Hermione sighed, now flicking through the The Tales of Beedle the Bard. “If these things are important enough to pass on right under the nose of the Ministry, you’d think he’d have let us know why...unless he thought it was obvious?”

"It's Dumbledore," Harry offered lightly. "Even the obvious is never what it seems." Taylor answered Hermione about the snitch, and Harry grinned at her, glad they'd reached the same realization.

Ron gasped as he caught up to it. “Oh right! That was the one you nearly swallowed!” “Exactly,” Harry smiled, and he lifted the snitch to press it against his lips. It did not open....but then Hermione pointed excitedly. “Writing! There’s writing on it, quick, look!” She was right; engraved upon the smooth golden surface, where seconds before there had been nothing, were five words written in the thin, slanting handwriting that Harry recognized as Dumbledore’s: I open at the close.

"What on earth does that mean?" Hermione asked, perplexed. They all repeated it, emphasizing different words, but nothing came to mind.

“And the sword,” Ron said finally, when they had at last abandoned their attempts to divine meaning in the Snitch’s inscription. “Why did he want Harry to have the sword?” “And why couldn’t he just have told me?” Harry grimaced. “I was there it was right there on the wall of his office during all our talks last year! If he wanted me to have it, why didn’t he just give it to me then?" He glanced at Taylor, silently, knowing she would give a cue to confirm or deny if this was canon, and she could tell him later why he needed the sword.

“And as for this book” Hermione mused, not noticing how he watched Taylor, “The Tales of Beedle the Bard...I’ve never even heard of them.”

“You’ve never heard of The Tales of Beedle the Bard?” Ron asked in incredulously. “You’re kidding, right?” “No, I’m not,” Hermione looked at him in surprise. “Do you know them, then?” “Well, of course I do!” Ron looked around at them, bemused by Harry Hermione's blank expressions. “Oh come on! All the old kids’ stories are supposed to be Beedle’s, aren’t they? ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune’... ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot’... ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump’...” “Ron, we three were raised by Muggles!” Hermione reminded him with a fond smile. “We didn’t hear stories like that when we were little, we heard ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’ and ‘Cinderella’—” “What’s that, an illness?”

“So these are children’s stories?” Hermione said, ignoring that as she bent again over the runes. “Yeah,” Ron said, shrugging. “I mean, that’s just what you hear, you know, that all these old stories came from Beedle. I dunno what they’re like in the original versions." “But I wonder why Dumbledore thought I should read them?” Something creaked downstairs, and all four stilled. “Probably just Charlie, now Mum’s asleep, sneaking off to regrow his hair,” Ron suggested nervously. “All the same, we should get to bed,” Hermione whispered. “It wouldn’t do to oversleep tomorrow."

“No,” Ron snorted. “A brutal quadruple murder by the bridegroom’s mother might put a bit of a damper of the wedding. I’ll get the lights.”

[meyong]

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