#Smith's middle name is Theodore

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 37

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Laughs might be an understatement.

Falls into hysterics might be the better way to phrase it.

It’s all so ridiculous.

He’d been scared to lose them and yet here they all were. Running around in Abby’s backyard, making a huge fuss about something stupid, talking about killing Daniel, arguing about his diet, and watching him with growing concern as he continues to laugh.

“See! This is because you gave him the damn milkshake!�� Kevin exclaims turning to Aaron throwing a hand off.

FF laughs harder.

“How the fuck is Smiths having a mental breakdown about a milkshake?! He’s probably freaking out about that asshole and the fact that you want to let him make it to try-outs!” Aaron shouts back.

“He could be great!” Kevin defends.

“Man, is it worth him being great if Smithster is like this?” Matt asks.

“Well, we just keep him away from Smiths.” Kevin crosses his arms defensively. “Andrew can do it like how he kept Riko away from me.” Kevin points at Andrew.

“Riko was on a different team.” Captain Neil reminds coming up to look at FF in concern as he continued to laugh.

“He was prepared to keep you away from me and we were on the same team.” Kevin argues again.

“I don’t think Andrew is going to make out on the roof with Daniel.” Nicky says with an awkward laugh apparently recovering from Gran’s stated new favorite. Andrew and Captain Neil made faces, “Yeah, he’s not as cute as Neil.” Nicky agrees before settling at FF’s side, “Hey buddy, what’s going on? Do you wanna lay down?” he asks like FF is a toddler who is over tired.

He is pretty tired.

“Nicky he’s having a mental breakdown he’s not a toddler who needs a nap.” Aaron says.

“Well, what do you want to do Mr. Future Doctor?!” Nicky asks panicked.

FF really should stop laughing.

“I don’t study…” Aaron makes a face, “psychology.”

“Literally your only redeeming quality.” Captain Neil interjects but looks chagrined as FF wheezes.

“Shut up.” Aaron spits at him before turning to Andrew, “You’re the one who spends all that time with Dobson. Do you have any idea on how to fix him?” Aaron asks.

Andrew looks at him and FF is a little worried that he might split something in his stomach if he can’t stop laughing soon but he feels like his muscles are stuck in an almost loop that he can’t get his diaphragm out of.

Andrew walks over, “Percussive therapy.” He says and smacks FF hard on the back twice.

“Andrew!” came four different shouts.

FF coughs and it releases him from his hysterical laughing hell.

“Thanks.” He says and his stomach hurts the way it would after an especially hard work out.

“Anytime.” Andrew shrugs and moves back to stand by Captain Neil.

“Smithy? You with us buddy?” Nicky asks concerned and when FF looks around, he realizes it is well and truly the next day and well into the next day at that he must have been on auto-pilot for a while.

“Yeah,” he says and his face aches as bad as his stomach from the strain of using muscles he doesn’t normally. He coughs again, “Sorry about that.” He apologizes.

“Nah man, it’s cool.” Matt assures, “Are you okay? That was uh…a concerning amount of laughter.” He says gently.

“Yeah.” FF says, “I’m fine.” He looks at them and still doesn’t get why they all look at Captain Neil whenever he says it and why Captain Neil always looks especially pained. He decides to move along, “So, Daniel is going to try out.” FF says.

“Yes.” Kevin says at the same time the rest of his friends say “No.”

“Kevin, seriously?” Captain Neil asks.

“We need options.” Kevin shrugs before turning to FF, “Is he any good?” he asks.

“He’s obviously not as good as Smithy!” Nicky exclaims arms around FF in an instant. “Smithy got the offer, and he didn’t.” Nicky adds.

“I didn’t ask if he was better than Smiths, I asked if he was any good!” Kevin bristles.

FF shrugs, “Daniel has always been athletic.” He says thinking about the trophies that lined the halls of their home in Washington.

“The University didn’t listen to Neil and he’s Athletic. He’s going to try-out.” Kevin says.

“Not if I can help it.” Captain Neil grumbles under his breath.

“Neil, bud, you’re scaring me.” Matt says.

“I don’t need a car to kneecap him.” Andrew says with a shrug, “Smith if you don’t want him on the team then-“

“I don’t really care.” FF interrupts Andrew and the goalkeeper blinks in surprise.

“You don’t…care?” Aaron asks.

“Not anymore. Not really.” He says.

Nicky and Aaron were so worried that Andrew would murder Daniel for him that they hid the terrifying goalkeeper’s Maserati. Kevin and Matt spent the afternoon trying to make Kevin’s smoothies taste a little less terrible. Andrew is thinking about kneecapping Daniel and Captain Neil argued in front of people for his sake.

He has friends and they’re some of the most stubborn people on the planet. Once they make up their mind about someone it’s hard for them to change. They don’t care that he’s a mess of anxiety or that he’s got things he doesn’t want to talk about.

He’s got people on his contact list who would text and call him if he disappeared. More than just his grandma.

What does he really have to worry about?

The night and day of processing everything starts to catch up with him. “I’m kind of tired. I think I’m going to go to bed.” He says feeling like the weight from the night before was truly off of his chest and eager to catch some sleep.

“Drink this first.” Kevin says and FF can hear a slight concern for him but he’s not sure why.

He takes the drink.

“The flavors a little better.” Matt says and FF slams the entire drink as he’s learned to do with Kevin’s smoothies, and it really does taste better.

“Thank you.” He says.

“I’ll take that.” Nicky takes the glass from his hand. “How about we cuddle again tonight?” Nicky asks.

FF thinks that’d be nice but also thinks that Nicky moved a bit too much in his sleep.

“I’ll be okay tonight. Thanks.” he looks back at his friends, “Night guys.” He says and heads inside where Gran and Abby were enjoying some tea.

His Gran kisses his cheek, she’ll be leaving after Monday and FF will miss her like he would miss an arm but she has a bowling league to get back to, a knitting club to run, and she misses the Pacific North West. “I’m going to take you somewhere tomorrow.” She says to him in Polish.

“Ok Gran.” He says back in the same language before kissing her cheek right back. He hears Abby make a touched sound and then a commotion outside and his lips twitch in an attempt to smile, “I’m glad I came here.” He says.

She smiles back, “Me too.” She agrees.

***

“Great, Smithy is depressed.” Nicky hisses looking at Kevin, “Why the fuck would you give him one of your god awful smoothies when he’s already depressed?!” he demands.

“Physical health and mental health are heavily correlated. If his physical health improves-“

“Shut up.” Five voices chorus together as one.

“I’m not wrong.” Kevin grumbles.

Neil looks at Andrew, “We’ll watch his back.”

Andrew nods and when he looks to the rest of their group.

They will.

“Now tell me where the fuck you hid my car.” Andrew turns to Nicky.

“I have zero faith that you won’t run him over.” Nicky returns, “Can’t watch Smithy’s back in jail.” He points out.

“To be fair, his back wouldn’t need to be watched if Andrew ran Daniel over.” Neil argues.

“Neil.”

“I’m just saying.”

***

There had been late night dorm discussions about shifts, what to do if they saw Daniel, and Andrew threatening a few more times that he’d call the cops until Aaron called his bluff.

“You would never call a cop to help you.” Aaron argues.

“Bee said it’s the sign of a narcissist if they use what they learn in group therapy against you.” Andrew crossed his arms and looked away.

So they walked back to Abby’s house that morning but… maybe they should have made it clear to FF that they were planning on watching out for him that weekend.

"He left?" Neil asks.

"With his grandma. She was writing to me last night. She got in contact with an old family friend, Smith's godfather. She wanted to cheer him up." Abby says leaning against her door frame with her coffee mug in her hand.

"She's good." Matt says appreciatively.

"Any word on when they'll get back?" Nicky asks.

"More than likely before the end of the day but otherwise? They didn't say. Smith's face did that thing it does when he's happy though so I don't think you have to worry. He's in good hands." she says.

In the end they have different people loitering around Abby's but FF doesn't get back until after they are all back in the dorm.

So none of them quite knew what to expect when they came to Abby's house and found a motorcycle in her driveway. "Wow, that's a nicely maintained bike." Matt comments looking the bike over with an appreciative eye.

"Thanks." came from the door and when they looked up they see FF standing with a leather jacket on and a helmet in hand. "My uh..." he hesitates, "uncle Theo," he says the title likes it's unfamiliar to him, "kept it. It was my dad's and yesterday he signed it over to me." he explains.

"Do you know how danger-" Kevin starts but Nicky's hand slaps over his mouth before he can finish any reprimand.

"Smithy that's so cool! Are you going to get your license?" Nicky asks.

"Oh, I already have my motorcycle license." he explains, "Since I don't like cars." he adds and his face does that thing again that means he's happy, as if talking about his phobia makes him feel better. "I would ride Gran's motorcycle to school a lot." he explains.

The conversation continues as Aaron, Matt, and even Andrew inspected the Motocycle approvingly. Neil was the only one who had ever ridden one aside from FF and he'd always been more interested in ones that were easy to steal than good ones like the one FF had gotten.

FF goes on a solo drive on his new motorcycle and they keep an eye on him when he's back safe.

Eventually, it's try-outs.

***

"You're sure you want to watch?" Captain Neil asks for the 3rd time since FF had stated the night before over dinner that he intended to come to practice to watch the try-out.

"Yeah Captain Neil." FF answers dutifully.

"You really don't have to come." Captain Neil implores again as they continue towards the Court.

"I want to." FF offers a half smile to Captain Neil. It'd be better to know what he's dealing with. He may have decided that he doesn't really care about the fact that Daniel is here since he has faith in his friends but he also would probably die if he sat around waiting for the news.

So he gets to the Court and Kevin hands him a new shake. "This one actually tastes almost good." Matt says with a smile. He takes the same seat next to Coach Wymack he'd taken over the last couple weeks as the team changed out.

Daniel was there bright and early already kitted out. He sees Daniel see him but Coach Wymack stepped between them when Daniel starts to move towards them, "Keep going with your warm-up Stanton." Coach Wymack orders.

Daniel gives Coach Wymack a pleading look but he must not see what he wants on Wymack's face because he scowls at Wymack and FF before he returns to stretching.

FF takes a sip of his smoothie.

He doesn't know if the smoothie is actually good, if his mouth tastes like ash, or his tastebuds are so obliterated from having drank all the previous smoothies that he can no longer understand what tastes good or bad anymore.

There's someone in the stands. "University sent someone to make sure the try-out is fair." Coach Wymack explains as he settles on the bench next to FF.

Eventually the rest of the Foxes are out, "We have a potential new recruit with us this morning. He will be trying out for the position that Lisa left open." Wymack explains and FF is shocked to see almost the entire team glowering at Daniel. (His upperclassmen friends he had expected, but Jack, Sheena, and his old roommates seem unamused by Daniel's presence).

Wymack gives the practice to Captain Neil to run.

FF sits back and watches the practice unfold.

He sips his drink.

Huh.

"Christ," he hears Coach Wymack mutter under his breath. "What kind of confidence did that kid have to argue for this try-out playing like that?" Coach Wymack asks in stunned awe as he turned to him, "Did he even ever play Exy before?" he asks.

FF sips his drink.

"I said he was athletic." he says and had figured that would have carried Daniel through. He figured if he didn't know the rules and could play at a Division 1 Collegiate level well then it's not like Daniel had zero chance.

Coach Wymack groans, "Kevin is going to kill that kid." he says and it is amazing how poorly Daniel is doing at the precision passing drill.

FF blinks in surprise before he turns his attention to the player standing still watching over the drill.

FF can feel the fury radiating off of Kevin Day.

Huh.

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What I think Sims 2 premades full legal names are . Base game Edition

Other wise know as what I think characters middle names are. Notes will be given when I want to.

Also the Monty’s aren’t included because I don’t think they have middle names.

Pleasantview

The Brokes

Brandi Lynn Broke

Bernard “Skip” Broke ; I think skip is called skip because he’s names after his grandfather so the name Skipped a generation hence skip.

Dustin Jacob “Dusty” Broke

Beau Thomas Broke

Skipper James Broke “Skip. Jr”/unborn baby broke ; Skipper is named after his dead father

The Calientes

Dina Lyra Caliente

Nina Faye Caliente

Lyra and Faye l are space references. Lyra is the smallest constellation and Faye is a comet

The Dreamers

Derren Seth Dreamer

Darleen Lucy Dreamer

Dirk Bramwell Dreamer; Darren and Darleen are creative types so I think they are pulling the most random middle name.

The Goths

Mortimer Gunther Goth

Bella Maria Goth

Cassandra Marie Goth

Alexander Mortimer Goth

Don Jonathan or Donathan Lothario

The Pleasants

Daniel Marshall Pleasant

Mary-Sue Pleasant

Angela Mary Pleasant

Lilith Elizabeth Pleasant

The Burbs

John Burb

Jennifer Natalie Burb

Lucy Gace Burb

Kaylynn Rose Langerak

Strangetown

The Beakers

Loki Halfdanarson Beaker; Halfdanarson is his mom maiden name

Circe Athena Beaker; I think Circe has 2 very powerful names and I think they both work in her favor

Osiris Edward Specter “Nervous Subject” ; depicted what the sims 3 wants to think I don’t think Nervous Subject is his legal name. I think it’s a name he responds to and is ok going by. But I think Nervous legal name is Osiris after the Egyptian death because he’s Olive Specters son she would love a good death reference.

The Curious Brothers

Pascal Clermont Hogleg Curious; Pascal Chose his own name so it doesn’t fit super well with the rest

Vidcund Fausto Hogleg Curious

Lazlo Gabriel Hogleg Curious

Tycho Paul Curious; Paul is after his best uncle

The Grunts

General Buzz Anderson Grunt

Lyla Florence Grunt

Tank Nolan Grunt

Ripp Wesley Grunt

Buck Theodore Grunt

In my head Lyla wanted her boys to have softer names but Buzz rather they has strong and agressive names so Lyla made he name choices for her sons there middle names

The Smiths

Pollination Tech#9 “Poul” Smith

Ginebra “Jenny” Diana Hogleg Smith

Johnathan “Johnny” Gem Curious Smith

Jill Vir Curious Smith

Both of the kids have there zodiac constellations name Abbreviation and Jenny's last name as middle names similar to Jenny and her siblings

The Specters

Olive Specter

Ophelia Sofia Nigmos

The Singles household

Chloe Love Curious

Lola Marie Curious

Erin Halfdanarson Beaker

Kristen Ruth Loste

Chole and Lola's middle name are refrences to Marie Carie and Ada Lovelace And Erin is the same as Loki.

Crystal Rouge Vu

Ajay Kelly Loner

Veronaville

So The Capp naming convention is something like first daughter is named after yourself, 2nd daughter is your husbands mom third is after your mother. then the boys are just Shakespeare references

The Capps

Consort Hector Thebe Capp

Contessa Scribonia Capp

Cordelia Cleo Capp

Caliban Anthony Capp

Tybalt William Capp

Juliette Cordelia Capp

Hermia Sycorax Capp

The Capps

Goneril Contessa Capp

Albany Capp

Miranda Goneril Capp

Hal John Capp

Desdemona Anne Capp

Ariel Contessa Capp

The Capps

Regan Andromache Capp

Cornwall Shakespeare Capp

Kent Hamnet Capp

The Summerdreams

Oberon Aaron Summerdream

Titania Summerdream

Puck Ash Summerdream

Bottom Sunflower Summerdream

Puck and Bottom's middle names are plant based names that are fun because there magical fairies

[julie-su]

query, law: why irish?

Mmm. My birth name is Irish, so I suppose I feel as if I'd be betraying a long line of unpronouncable and forcibly anglicised names if I were to choose anything else.

I suppose it doesn't have to be Irish.. But I feel as if I had spent my whole life correcting pronounciations, that it's lit a fire inside of me.

.. See, my middle name has always been an Eli, so I could just go the easy route and swap out for good ole' Elias. Which I've been rocking as a middle-name for now 10+ years (... Yes, it used to be Elizabeth. Woe is me.) but I wonder, does that so fit...?

It's something I've hand-waived for years, my name. Stupid reasons. "I don't deserve a proper name, just call me what you see fit" - as if I've been hiding, scared. Choosing something in the middle, androgynous, that I could hide behind if somebody got too fussy at me. "Er, no, see, I'm a girl" ... I can't do it any longer. I can't stay in the trenches, balancing somebody else's tightrope in case they get offended by my way of life. No, no, never, no more. No more 'I can always pretend to be a cis woman for my protection' - I'm a man. And I need a name.

Just...

How does one go about getting a name, when you haven't called yourself much of anything for the past decade plus...? Even my pseudonym isn't me; Marcelle Westovine is borrowed from an old Furcadia character. He isn't me; for heavens' sake, I even obscured his name with an 'elle'; feminine, androgynous, another sign of my fear to commit.

To roll it back.. I suppose it doesn't have to be Irish. Perhaps even, throwing away that aspect of my name will be freeing; my family, all of us, Irish names. Maybe I'll step out. Become a John Smith in a family of Saiorses and Aoifes. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll speak to my Welsh-grown roots and become a Dafydd :P

Maybe I'll go the easy route, and take on the masculine version of my birth name; Oisan.

Maybe I'll go left-field and do something stupid; I could never much take any of this boring legalwork seriously, anyways. Mario Jumpman Mario. Knuckles Theodore Echidna. Then I wonder.. Why I always default to jokes? Why I can't sit down and take this seriously for once in my life. "Ah, I have to make this palateable for the masses by adding jokes and japes!" ... I don't have to. I don't really want to become Knuckles The Echidna. That's stupid. But the idea elicits a chuckle, doesn't it? Why do I feel so imposed to always write in a gaff for a chuckle? This is serious. Do I like making jokes of it? Maybe. I don't know. Sometimes I feel like those bear cubs forced to perform tricks. "No, no, see, I'm worthwhile, I've got jokes! Please don't walk away!"

...

Woof.

Names.

[bleakfated]

INTERACTIONS. HEADCANONS. PHOTOS. IISMS. WISHLIST. OPENS. SC.

STATISTICS

BASICS: name: theodore lucas bristol age: mid 30s-40s gender & pronouns: male, he/him sexuality: heterosexual faceclaim: jason momoa occupation: hunter and owner of the bar the crossroads location: smith center, kansas unless hunting, take a peek at his house

PERSONALITY: positive traits: warmhearted, courageous, optimistic, honest negative traits: impulsive, stubborn, blunt, moody

APPEARANCE: scars: a few from hunting, nothing significant tattoos: antipossession tattoo on chest, shark teeth tattoos on left leg and arm piercings: none

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BIOGRAPHY

TL;DR

Theodore Bristol is the owner of the hunter bar The Crossroads in Smith Center, Kansas and is often bartending there. He opened it alongside his mentee Cameron Ambrose whom he met at the ashes of Harvelle's Roadhouse. Theodore still hunts a few times a month and has hired on a couple of extra bartenders to ensure The Crossroads is always open. He got into hunting after being attacked by a vampire when he was seventeen and hasn't ever looked back to normal life. Very close friends and the women that frequent the bar are permitted to call him Teddy, while everyone else calls him Theo.

FULL BIO

Theodore Bristol was born on March 28, 1978. He lived a rather normal life up until he was seventeen. His parents had instilled a strong sense of responsibility into their four sons, which meant part-time jobs in high school. Teddy instantly became more interested in making money than the various sports teams he had been involved in throughout middle school and his early high school years, so he quit the teams and focused more on his studies and his fast food job which helped pay for his jiu-jitsu lessons instead. When working later shifts he often opted to walk home rather than drive, largely so he wouldn’t get caught driving after curfew again if a closing shift didn’t go well. This bit him in the ass one night when he had stayed later than he should have and then needed to meet up with a friend to put some finishing touches on a group project.

Cutting through the local scrap yard to save time as he was desperately exhausted and it was nearing midnight, Teddy happened upon a tearful woman leant up against the fence he was about to hop at the far side of the yard. Concerned, he paused at the fence to offer assistance when he found himself knocked to the ground, winded, with the woman on top of him baring exposed fangs. With his jiu-jitsu training, he was able to gain the upper hand, outmaneuvering her clearly superior strength. Instead of continuing to fight, Teddy thought he could run and was nearly tackled once more by the woman whom seemed to run impossibly fast. Blindly throwing her off of his back, he turned to face her to be met with a gruesome scene. She had been thrown into the sharp frame of an abandoned shelf and nearly decapitated.

The image of her face, accompanied by bared fangs was etched into his memory forever and a prominent feature of many nightmares. He never told anyone about the encounter, because nobody would believe anything that he'd seen. The narrative the police went with when they found her body was that a drug addict had slipped down one of the mountains of scrap while looking for something to steal to make a quick buck and met her untimely demise. After this, Theo spent a lot of time at the public library and began to research monsters, because he recognized that he had nearly fallen victim to a vampire. Upon graduation, he took a bartending job and continued to work on his physical strength. Largely through continued jiu-jitsu, rock climbing, and physical labor which also helped with some extra cash. He started to scan headlines for anything that looked suspicious and eventually took on his first hunt.

Being so inexperienced, the news caught his eye much later than another hunter named Jerry had noticed it. Showing up late and with clear ineptitude, the hunter begrudgingly agreed to show the Teddy how it was done so he wouldn’t get himself killed. After they got the vampire, Jerry sat down with him at a diner and gave him different tips of what in a case could suggest certain monsters and how to kill them as well as where to look for reliable monster information. He also gave him the address to Harvelle’s Roadhouse where he could go for a safe space for people like themselves, where he may even find extra tips or advice if he was among the right company. The two parted ways, but Teddy often called Jerry up for advice throughout the years as he gained his footing in hunting.

A few years into hunting, his parents were killed by a vengeful vampire mate that had tracked down his family. His brothers assumed it had been a vendetta around Theo’s sketchy lifestyle and cut him out of their lives before he had the chance to explain himself. He checked up on them regularly for a while, conflicted, because he wished he had let them all know about vampires at the very least so they could protect themselves. In the end he decided that a clean break was best for everyone. If he was estranged from them, hopefully anything he accidentally let get away wouldn’t think to go after them. It was a very hard lesson about not leaving behind loose ends, even though he had never had the slightest inkling that the vampire had a mate.

Around six years later, Teddy was traveling to The Roadhouse after a particularly rough case only to find the burnt remnants of the building he had once considered as close to home as he’d had in his adult life. He noticed a kid staring at the ash from his tailgate when he pulled up and saw a lot of his younger self in him, since Teddy had been around the same age when he started hunting. The two talked for a couple of hours, and Teddy realized he had heard of the young man's mother a few times at The Roadhouse. He took the young man, named Cameron, under his wing moreso than Jerry had for him around a decade ago.

The hole that for The Roadhouse had left grew until Teddy could no longer bear it and with what was left of his portion of the estate sale of his parents’ and some money from Cameron, he bought a bar in Smith Center, Kansas, a location that was as close to the geographic center of the continental US with a bit of a population to support the business outside of hunters. He named it The Crossroads and he runs the place with the help of Cameron and a couple of other trusted hunters he hired on. Teddy makes sure to go on hunts a few times a month because saving people is still very important to him, but he takes running the bar very seriously.

Most know him by the name of Theo, but he lets those that get close to him call him Teddy if they wish to and he doesn't mind if the women that frequent his bar prefer to call him Teddy. Don’t let the nickname or generally pleasant demeanor fool you, however. He will not hesitate to drag anyone causing any sorts of problems in the bar out by their hair and ban them from The Crossroads permanently. The patrons of the bar know to treat other hunters with respect and an eagerness to keep the hunting community connected and with access to various resources. There are a couple of pool tables but hustling of any kind is prohibited.

[preciouslittletoonette]

With Mouse, it's the same situation as the last name, Smith. A lot of people are Smith but they're all not likely to be related. Mickey & Minnie are just dating.

Scrooge and Donald just got different last names because Scrooge's sister (Donald's mother) married Mr. Duck. McDuck and Duck are different surnames

Goofy's last name is Goof. And his full government name is George Geef Goof, but everyone calls him Goofy.

Bonus: Donald's middle name is Fauntleroy. Mickey's is possibly Theodore but we don't have confirmation. But the Fandom really likes Theodore, so we keeping Theodore.

i had a realisation

also yknow its good because the text before it is a sticker of the ninejack kiss

[ameliasbitvh]

office; d.m

summary: reader works for Draco and is having a bad day. Draco helps her (smut)

word count: 3.4K

"How am I supposed to give Weasley these papers when you haven't even filled them out!" You yelled out at your boss. You've been having a bad day and he knew. He decided to push your buttons farther than you could handle.

He had asked you to head down to the aurors department to talk to Hermione Weasley about the new field reports that he needed to fill out and sign. You sighed walking out of the office down to the aurors department. On your way there you bumped into Theodore Nott, your ex from sixth year at Hogwarts.

"Woah, Y/n I see you still have an amazing body from sixth year." he smirked looking you up and down, it's only been seven years since they left Hogwarts. You were wearing a long sleeve white button up shirt with a tight fitting pencil skirt that made your arse look good. You sneered in disgust at his statement, you walked away quickly from him into the elevator with your heels clicking from your fast pace.

You were going to click on level seven for the aurors department when Tom Smith yelled out, "Wait!" you looked up seeing the middle aged man in an ugly brown suit waving his hands out signaling for you to wait for him. The button labeled seven looked really tempting to you, but you knew you had to be nice to him even if he was a creep because you couldn't act childish, throwing remarks at people you didn't like, this wasn't Hogwarts anymore.He quickly rushed into the elevator with you.

Once he entered you clicked on seven and asked him what level he was going on so that you could select it when you smelt an overbearing scent of body odor filling the small space surrounding the both of you. The reason why no one like Tom Smith was because he was a creep and didn't know what good hygiene was.

Closing your eyes slowly when the whiff of body odor hit your nose made you want to puke. You brushed off the fact that you were bothered by his body odor and asked him the question again. He was heading to the eighth floor, then he started talking about why. You never asked why, you just wanted to know what floor so that you could select it.

Once he had finished speaking awkward silence was quickly spilling into the elevator and to make matters worse the elevators stopped working. "Hello everyone, the elevators are currently not working properly right now, so please be patient with us. We are trying to fix the issue with the system right now." Pansy Parkinson said through the speaker. You sighed, putting your hands onto the wall and placing your head against it. Oh, how you wanted to just end everything today.

-

Meanwhile in Draco's office he was absolutely overjoyed with happiness and amusement right now, he sent you down to the aurors department for papers that aren't coming in 'till next week and now the elevators weren't working. He was practically cackling clutching onto his stomach once he had heard that announcement. Of course he knew you were having a bad day. You came to work late today, spilled coffee on yourself, had to go change, come back just for someone to accidentally get some of their lunch on you.

You were absolutely livid, also it's the fact that the 'someone' who had accidentally got some of their lunch on you was Draco, and it most definitely was not an accident. Sighing calming down from his laughter he placed his legs on his desk, criss crossed,put his arms behind his head, and now he was just going to wait for you to storm in.

-

Finally, the elevators started working again because you were beginning to feel nauseous having to smell Tom's body odor, you were sure your face was green now. As soon as you heard that little ding letting you know that you had arrived at the seventh floor you quickly rushed out to Hermione's office. Once you arrived there you knocked on it calling Hermione's name out, "Come in," you heard a muffled voice say from inside. You were met with Hermione, "Hi Mrs. Weasley, Malfoy wanted to know if you had those new field reports that he's supposed to sign?" she looked at you confused, making you confused.

"What do you mean? We won't be having any of those field reports until Tuesday next week." You looked at her with your jaw on the floor, that motherfucker lied to you, he gave you a damn wild goose chase. You looked at her saying, "Oh, well thank you for telling me." she replied saying, "Yeah, no problem." With that you closed her door walking out, you murmured a quiet, 'Asshole' as you began searching for the stairs. You were not going to go on an elevator again.

Draco was still sitting in the same position for over thirty-five minutes now, where could you be because this is the longest you had ever been out just for a field report, even if he did lie about it. She better not have gotten herself ki- Ah, there she is.

You walked in slamming the door walking up to that asshole who made you run errands for him, just for nothing. You walked up to him throwing your arms up in the air, "YOU, made me go down there for no fucking reason! Do you know who was in the elevator when it wasn't working with me, TOM FUCKING SMITH! I almost died there! The papers aren't even coming until Tuesday next week too!" You yelled out ranting in a rage.

There he was sitting in his fucking spinning chair with a smug shit eating grin, I wanted to just avada kedavra him on spot. "Oh, really I thought they were coming in this week, sorry love." he said, pouting his lips clearly amused.

"No, you aren't 'sorry' you knew I was having a bad day! I came to work late, spilled coffee on myself, you got your lunch on me, my boyfriend cheated on m-" Draco snapped his head up at the word 'cheated' he had been waiting for that prick to finally mess up, Fucking finally. Draco thought.

"He cheated on you?" Draco said not as amused as he was earlier. You looked at him, tears filled your eyes and they were threatening to spill. You weren't really going to cry in front of your boss right now, right? "Shit-uh yeah..." you said quieter. He stood up from his seat, walking towards you he cupped your cheek caressing it, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks tinting it a light pink shade.

"Look at me, love" he said softly as his thumb rubbed your cheeks softly. You looked up at him as a few tears slipped from your eyes and you were embarrassed, so you moved away from his touch.

"Don't Draco, I really can't deal with all this bullshit right now." you said sniffling wiping your tears away with your sleeve. He stared blankly at you as if in deep thought before saying, "Let me help you," You looked at him as confusion plastered your face. How was he going to help you in this situation?

Oh-

"What do you mean by 'help' Draco?" you said wrapping yourself with your arms as if you were protecting yourself from any harm that could be done.

"You know exactly what I mean by that, Y/n." he stated in a husky tone stepping towards you; stalking you. He, now was standing in front of you, he placed his hands on your arms caressing them, this action made you put your hands to the side. He cupped your chin and whispered into your ear, "Let me take care of you, love. Let me help you forget about everything, do you want that?"

You nodded meekly afraid of saying the wrong words. What if this was all a joke and he was just teasing you? Draco didn't like your choice of no words so he took matters into his own hands, "I need words, I need to know that you want me just as bad as I want you." he stated simply tilting his head for a better look at you.

"Yes, Draco I need you to help me forget about everything, make me feel-"

-from this point on i'm using she/her for y/n, idek why i just started typing it lol

That's all the confirmation he needed before swooping down kissing her. Their lips brushing up against each other radiated heat and lust. He pulled away to see her reaction before she pulled his tie smashing their lips together and claiming his lips on hers. She no longer could support herself; her knees gave in to him she was losing control. He picked her up from her thighs and placed her onto his desk as her hands were tangled in his blonde hair. Her hands roamed his body and she soon found her hands underneath his white buttoned up shirt; she could feel his abs. His skin was warm and radiated heat. Their kiss was so rough it was bruising but fierce it had a burning passion within it. Draco's scent of expensive cologne, rosemary, and musk filled her senses; she was utterly lost for him.

Draco began unbuttoning her shirt one by one, not going too fast or too slow; just the perfect pace. With each button he unbuttoned revealed more of her smooth y/s/c, driving him absolutely mad. Draco had been dreaming of this day since sixth year, but she was one of his mates. Now she would be his, his and his only.

The air got thinner as she craved for satisfaction; to be filled. Heat rose from every inch of Draco's body he could no longer control himself and in a brief moment both of them were naked. They were consumed by lust, there was no time for logic or thinking about the future after this, because all they knew was that they craved each other, no they needed each other.

She arched her back and began rolling her hips against him giving him an invitation to enter and he gladly accepted it. He brought his body even closer to hers as she displayed herself on the desk for him and only him.

His lips moved to the nape of her lip, giving him another taste of her poison. One taste of her and he knew he was addicted. He would never let her go now and she knew it. Draco's a possessive partner and wants his significant partner all for himself; he doesn't share. And Y/n was intoxicating; a toxin with no solution.

"You want me to fill that pretty pink pussy of yours?" he said in an alluring tone making her lose the ability to speak. "Yes, please Draco" He pushed in two digits into her wet and hot cunt. She cried out in pleasure and gripped onto the desk trying to hold her balance. His skilled fingers moved in and out of her folds making moans and gasp to fall from her mouth.

The sounds she made, made Draco want to do unspeakable things to her; he wanted to ruin her. He never wanted to do something so violent but pleasurable to someone before. He wanted to hurt her but give her pleasure at the same time, it was a sickening thought but he loved it.

There was an urgency he felt for her, to feel her skin against his and to feel their lips moving against each other; they were in sync.

The knot in her stomach was twisting faster and faster as she felt the knot begging to be released and soon. Whimpers and moans escaped her mouth as his digits moved faster and faster bringing her closer. His cock was up at his stomach, it was red with precum spilling from the tip and the sounds and look of her getting closer and closer made more precum leak from the tip making him groan.

"Fuck Draco 'm gonna cum!" she cried out feeling the knot burning and air getting thinner. "Cum for me, so fucking needy!" he demanded in a harsh tone ringing in her ears. She came screaming in pleasure as she threw her head back, she was in euphoria her senses became overwhelmed and she lost her focus.

After her orgasm he pulled her hips to him and lined his cock with her slick entrance that was just aching to be filled again. Her eyes widened at the size of him, she had never expected him to be this big. He stroked his cock in his hand and inserted himself into her and groaned out in pleasure of feeling her walls tighten around his cock. She gasped feeling his cock in her core, she wiggled her hips trying to adjust to his size, because she had never had someone as big as him.

He began relentlessly pounding into her not caring if she couldn't handle it, he lost control, his will power and he was intoxicated under her influence. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support as her body racked in pleasure from his fast pace, her body jerked back and forth with him. Their skin was on each other; chest touching, it was so intimate to the point as if they were doing this out of love.

This was insane she was fucking with her boss, but something about this being so dangerous made it exhilerating and it attracted her towards it, making her beg for more. These scenes and action were untamed; dangerous. So many things were at stake, she could lose her job after this, but this thought never once crossed her mind as they fucked because she was lost in pleasure; she couldn't think.

Not able to control himself Draco began thrusting at a godspeed pace causing her body to thrash around. He bit down onto her shoulder trying to contain his moans and grunts. 'Cause he was so close to her ear she could hear every sound that escaped his pink rosy lips, turning her on even more making her buck her hips against him causing more friction between the two.

The way their bodies pressed up against each other was just like a puzzle, they fit perfectly. Draco once more consumed her lips as their bodies moved in sync, it was enticing. Everything about this moment was passionate and overpowering and to the point where their minds became fuzzy. His body conquered her's the way he touched her as if he had already explored it. He knew where all her sweet spots were and how her body would react to them.

Her body jerked up in pleasure as his cock repeatedly hit her g spot causing her body to shake and spasm. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as the pleasure racked her body with such force she had never felt or known before. He was the only one to ever see her like this and he would like to keep it that way.

"Mhm, can't wait until that pretty pink pussy of yours squirts on my cock, do you want that, slut?" he said as he thrusted in and out of her groaning. He spoke in such a way captivating her in this intimate moment. "Please, I need it!" she whined out as he conquered more of her skin marking it as his.

He pushed her body onto the desk so that she was laying on her back, seeing that her elbows could no longer hold her up anymore. He grabbed her hands placing them above her head lacing his fingers with hers as he continued to fuck her hole.

His body hovered over hers and their pupils dilated as their hot breath danced upon each other's skin.  His erotic slid in and out of her cunt with such ease and his strong hands held a hard grip onto her waist as he felt his orgasm arriving. She felt the same familiar knot in her stomach just aching to be released. "I'm gonna cum Draco!" she cried out.

"Fucking cum with me!" he groaned out

She shivered and gasped as she felt his cum fill her up, it was warm and slick.

Draco soon slowly pulled out of her, she hissed as the cool air met her cunt. She now looked up at Draco who's eyes were still filled with pure lust. "Were not done yet, love." he said as he walked over to his chair and grabbed his belt. He sat on his chair tapping on his lap to signal her to get off the table and onto him, that is until he remembered she couldn't walk. "Oh, you can't walk." he said softly laughing.

He walked over to her and picked her up from her thighs and placed her down with him on the chair. He then cuffed her hands behind her back with the belt restricting her and slapped her ass saying, "You know what to do,"

She nodded, licking her lips she connected hers with his. His hands went to her ass squeezing it emitting a moan to fall from her plump lips. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't help herself, he was addicting. She wanted more than she could take and she didn't care about the outcome, she just wanted it fast and hard. Draco took her nipple into his mouth sucking on it making her throw her head back in pleasure and rock her hips against. She shivered, feeling him grow hard from underneath him, she was tired but she didn't want to stop and she couldn't stop. She was already too deep.

She lifted her hips up a bit and sank down onto his cock. She threw her head back as she began rocking her hips against his. His nails dug into her skin as she increased her pace riding him. The sounds of her moans and gasp drew Draco more even more, making him buck his hips up into her tight cunt. She bounced up and down as her tits thrashed around in front of him.

Draco began sucking onto her nipple again as his other hand played with her other nipple and he kept sucking until her legs were quivering on top of him. He wanted to push her, he wanted to know just how far she could go before collapsing. How far would she go for him?

She bit down onto his shoulder trying to contain all the noises slipping out of her mouth. Draco loved the sounds she made, to him they were angelic melodies in his ear. They let him know how she liked it, and it seems that everything he's done so far she's liked. They both were sweaty and covered in cum. But this only seemed to turn the both of them on even more than they could imagine.

Draco slapped her ass, making a stinging sensation to linger on her ass; she whimpered in pain. "Fuck, go faster" he encouraged her in a husk tone and hooded lids. It seemed that the both of them were drunk in pleasure.

Being restrained was a disadvantage for her, but an advantage was that it aroused her. The thought of being tied up for him and letting him do anything to her body, like a little fuck toy he could use. She absolutely loved the idea of this, in fact she encourages it. Him marking her as his was all she wanted in that moment.

He wanted her all to himself the way she moved her hips against his or the way their lips moved in sync; it was perfect.

Her cheeks were flushed red as sweat dripped off from the both of them. Her body was about to collapse as she quickened her pace testing herself. Draco had seen that her body was becoming and wrapped his arms around her waist so that their chest were touching. They held each other as he began thrusting his hips up into her tight cunt making her cry from pleasure. Tears of pleasure spilled from her eyes and her makeup was smeared making her look like a pathetic whore and Draco absolutely loved this, he destroyed her.

"Aww, did I make my whore cry?' he grunted out as he thrusted up violently.

Her body thrashed as violently as his thrust, every small touch felt like electricity and made her body twitch from sensitivity.

"Is my whore sensitive now?" he said with a desired lust in his eyes

"Mhm," she responded whimpering on top of him.

She felt an undeniable pit in her stomach burning like no other that desired to be released. She threw her head back crying.

"Draco I'm gonna cum again!"

"Cum for me."

Together they came as she screamed out in pleasure completely collapsing on top of him and out of breath. Her thighs shook and she tensed as his cum coated her walls. "Fuck so good for me," he praised her giving her a soft kiss which she sloppily returned.

"Mhm, so good for you" she said a little hazy with hooded eyes as her body completely shut down.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up, love."

A/N: wow this is probably the best smut and longest i've ever wrote tbh. it took me four hours. . . this is also on my wattpad

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Harry Potter and the Unfortunate Rewriting

(aka the worst collection of fanfiction about every one of my fav hp ships and, spoiler, I have a lot)

For ordering it, I go in chronological order of when the fic would be taking place - and I will be updating this as I update/finish the fics. To start out we have:

Marauder’s Era

moonlight looks good on you (unless you're Remus Lupin)

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black

finished fic / 7.6k words

wolfstar friends to lovers

I love them so much

marauder shenanigan's

heartbreaking end

has a sequel where they’re older and happy

“Moony,” Sirius whines, bumping the back of his head against his boyfriend’s chest as the lazy werewolf wraps an arm around his middle and. “Pay attention to me.”

Remus huffs and leans further back against the wall, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to flip the page of his book. Smoke comes out as he breathes.  “You’re on top of me, Pads.”

The rambunctious Gryffindor wiggles back against his boyfriend, and tenses immediately as he lets out a growl and his arm tightens.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want attention, Moony, give me attention.” Sirius continues to demand, tilting his head up to meet Remus’ amber eyes. “If James was here he’d give me attention. So would Dorcas!” His boyfriend scoffs. “Now you’re pushing it.”

patience isn’t a virtue (unless you’re James Potter)

James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

finished fic / 5.4k words

jily slowburn

marauder shenanigan's

baby harry and it’s very cute

they die in the end

has a sequel where they come back to life lol

He asks her shyly, and politely, if they could name the baby after them, and maybe Sirius or Remus. 

“What do you want to name them?” Lily asks, rubbing her stomach. “It has to be better than Bambi.” 

“Of course.” James, grinning, rolls his eyes before gulping, features taking a more sincere look. “My papa’s name is-” 

“Fleamont, your middle name.” She says matter of fact. 

He ignores that she interrupted and continues. “Right, he said it was tradition for the middle name of a male in our family to take their father’s name, instead of just having the first names be the same. But Papa’s middle name was Hari -we can make it more English.” 

Lily smiles, looking down to her stomach. “So, Hari or Harry James for a boy-” 

“Harry James?” She didn’t think he should have been able to look as surprised as he was. “What about Sirius?” 

“It’s tradition, James.” Lily scolds, huffing at him. “I know you love Sirius but we can name another kid after him, where the middle name won’t be tradition important.” 

Only because she knows him so well can she tell that James is blushing. “You want more?” 

Green eyes roll at him. “I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t.”

Rebellion Era - Side to Golden Era

loyalty doesn’t mean forgiveness (unless you’re Zacharias Smith)

Zacharias Hepzibah Smith x Theodore Tiberius Nott

uncompleted fic

childhood friends to reluctant lovers

good slytherins & bad hufflepuffs

they’re happy in the end

theodore nott has my heart

Without anyone really knowing how, Sirius Black himself snuck into Hogwarts and broke into the Gryffindor dormitory. Everyone is in a panic but the Slytherin is more annoyed than anything -especially when most of the teachers are only concerned about Potter instead of the entire school, instead of his friends or Quidditch team, instead of the person a mass murderer would actually kill. 

When all the students are sleeping on the floor of the great hall, Theodore lays down between Zach and a much too cold wall, but that doesn't matter. He felt better when he was next to Zach, protecting him. 

“Theo?” Zach murmurs, turning over on his mat, pressing his cheek against the Slytherin’s shoulder, warming his entire side. “Are you still awake?” 

“Of course,” Theodore mutters back, wrapping his arm around his best friend’s side. “Since when am I asleep before you?” 

He shrugs, scooting even closer, placing his hand over the one Theodore has on his chest -effectively using him like one of his teddy bears (that he’s damn sure he still has on his bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory). 

“Never.” 

“Exactly.” 

There’s a few moments of silence, moments where they’re both just breathing together, and then Zach is burying himself completely in Theodore’s side, giving up all hopes of retaining dignity in favor of cuddling with the older boy. 

“I’m scared.” He says quietly, and then, “Don’t let go… please.” 

Theodore nods, resting his head on the blond’s while he speaks. “I won’t.” 

The entire night, he sticks to his words like a promise (and to him, it is).

respect doesn’t equal love (unless you’re Fleur Delacour)

William Arthur Weasley x Fleur Isabelle Delacour

uncompleted fic

bleur slowburn

fleur is a badass

charlie weasley is an asexual menace

bill and tonks are best friends

it goes over their entire relationship

Bill turns back to Fleur. “Is your mum okay with all of this?” 

Unceremoniously, Fleur shrugs. “She has to be, I’m eighteen and she doesn’t really have a choice.” 

“Yes, but it is always quite nice to get acceptance of our actions from our parents.” At his words, her want to seem more independent without consoling her parents mom dulls down, and Fleur realizes that Bill truly doesn’t care how much she talks to her mother, as long as she’s happy with it. 

He’s a family man, he always will be, and he knows that she would tell her mother about this and he knows that she would have strong opinions. 

Like always, Bill is looking out for her and guiding her into the right direction without even realizing that he’s doing it.

laughter can’t solve everything (unless you’re George Weasley) 

George Fabian Weasley x Angelina Johnson x Lee Jordan

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

humor and fluff is the point of this fic

george x lee = idiots/best friends to lovers

george x angelina = enemies to lovers, idiot x smart

lee x angelina = brat falls in love with intimidating person

they all use humor/sarcasm to cope

I can’t get over this possibility

"And Wood gets the Quaffle back from out of bounds, and spins to face the rings once more. Johnson, now distracted, lets Wood throw it through the middle! Ten points to Wood! Great Merlin, now Weasley- -the better looking one, mind you all- -has the Quaffle! He's punting it across the stadium with his Beater's bat and-" 

Lee squawks loudly into the microphone and dodges out of the way as the Quaffle smacks dead into the space he was moments before, loud feedback ringing out into his ears. 

Magical or not, a microphone is a microphone. 

“You’re not getting this back! Twenty points from Weasley!” Lee flips George off while tucking the Quaffle under one arm, and in good spirits his best friend flips him off right back. “That puts Wood in the lead, thirty points up from a negative on Weasley, meanwhile Johnson’s still guarding those rings -never mind that, folks, she’s flying right out here. Look at her, she’s bloody gorgeous!” 

Angelina comes to a stop right in front of Lee, lips twisted into a scowl. “Give me the ball back, Jordan.” 

Lee stands his ground. “Ask nicely, Johnson, and then maybe. ” 

It’s when Angelina steps off her broom onto the stand end, jumping onto the stadium next to him that her presence truly gets intimidating. Grabbing his chin with one hand and the Quaffle with the other, she says “Stop being such a brat.” before dropping him with a small push and taking to the air again.

competition isn’t real passion (unless you’re Oliver Wood) 

Oliver Benjamin Wood x Marcus Flint

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

good slytherin doesn’t mean nice slytherin

so much tension

epitome of enemies to lovers

oliver wood is neurotic

marcus flint is an asshole

“I don’t give a bloody fuck, Wood-” 

“And I don’t care either.” Standing his ground, Oliver glares at the Slytherin. “We’re just going to have to deal with each other’s presence. You’re not getting rid of me.” 

“Blimey you’re stubborn, but that’s typical of a Gryffindor.” Flint sighs. “As long as we’re out here, I could use you as good target practice, and you, well Merlin knows your ring guarding needs work.” 

That small challenge was enough to get Oliver to his feet. “I’m agreeing, but I don’t think you’re any less of a bigoted tosser, Flint.” 

“And don’t think I think you’re any less of a reckless arse, Wood.” 

Now it was a competition -who could block or score on the other most, who was the better Quidditch player. Flint knew how to push his buttons to get what he wanted, and the headstrong boy fell right into his trap. 

But Oliver doesn’t care. 

Competition is exactly what he wanted.

Golden Trio Era 

sacrifice doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Draco Malfoy) 

Harry James Potter x Draco Lucius Malfoy

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be long)

slowburn

enemies to friends to lovers

harry is a little shit

malfoy is also a little shit, a tad misunderstood

at parts heartbreaking

very worth it

Draco Malfoy was laughing at the Slytherin table early in the morning for breakfast at something that Pansy Parkinson was saying when Harry passed by them -they sat in the front  next to the professors, and he had to cross the room to get to the Gryffindor table after all, it’s not he had another reason to walk all the way down there.

He’s laughing, and he has dimples.

And all of a sudden, Harry is blurting out that he has a nice smile and he feels mortified because Malfoy’s expression immediately goes blank and oh Merlin he just fucked up. 

The Slytherin students are staring between them like Harry had lost his mind and worried like Malfoy was about to hex them- -not counting Blaise who grinned like he just won the lottery- -but the damage was already done and it made him suck in a breath.

Sticking true to his word and trying to play it off, Harry continues. 

“Really Malfoy, smile more, first it suits you and-” 

Quickly racking his brain for an insult, and finding not a single thing, just panic made static, he just flushes brightly and takes to stammering.

“And, well, -you’re always scowling. It’s-”

Deciding that he’s about to die from embarrassment over it all, Harry bolts across the room and slams himself down in place against Ron and Ginny. Across the table, Hermione looked worried but Fred snickered so loud that it drew looks from the neighboring Ravenclaw table.

i’m sorry isn’t a confession (unless you’re Hermione Granger)

Hermione Jean Granger x Fredrick Gideon Weasley

uncompleted fic

friends to lovers

using humor to cope

idiot x genius trope that I love

it just fits so well ahh

fred is literally my favorite

The next year of Hogwarts started with so much excitement and cheering amongst the students that it gave Hermione a headache. She and Ginny just wanted to gossip and laugh together most days, not be shoved in the halls (though Ginny shoved back) and mocked by older students for not being able to put their name in the Goblet of Fire.

Not that either of them cared -it wasn’t in their interests to be the champion.

The same couldn’t be said for the Weasley boys, however, and especially not the twins who apparently, not even a week after the Triwizard Tournament was announced, brewed up some silly little concoction to trick the age-line Dumbledore drew into letting them put their name in instead of just asking some seventh year that owes them a favor.

“It won’t work.” Hermione calls teasingly, as Ginny scolds them both while Harry and Ron watch in amusement.

Fred tsks at her, finger clipping her chin up, “Au contraire, H’mione, I think it will do wonders.”

With a scoff and the sharp snap of her closing book, Hermione smacks his hand away but it only makes him laugh and wink while turning back to his equally as giddy twin, locking arms and downing the potion without a second thought.

“Bottom’s up!”

fighting won’t make him love you (unless you’re Ron Weasley)

Ronald Bilius Weasley x Blaise Elias Zabini

uncompleted fic

enemies to fuck buddies to lovers

tall protective one x short mean one

ron is the heart of harry potter don’t say otherwise

good slytherins

“I’m not the only arse here, Weasley, go check in the mirror.” Though he responded as such, for some reason he found the angry flush rising along the Gryffindor’s cheeks horribly attractive at worst and mildly amusing at best.

“Oh bugger off-”

“Need to talk about it?”

Weasley’s body freezes and blue eyes blink at him, and for a few moments he’s so still that he could have been petrified before he visibly gulps and responds in a choked voice. “What?”

Blaise shrugs and suddenly realizes that he has absolutely no explanation, other than maybe he’s spent too much time around Pansy when she��s had all her breakdowns recently.

“Are you being…” Weasley’s nose scrunches, and it makes it look like the freckles which are splattered all over his body squish together along either side of his straight nose. “Nice?”

Scoffing loudly, Blaise actually jumps down from the viewing window and raises a black eyebrow at the other boy. “Now you’re just imagining things. However this time, I was mocking you, surprised you didn’t pick that up. Dull as always, Weasley.”

Puffing out an annoyed breath, fogging in the cold air, Weasley rolls his eyes and mutters out “Whatever.” even as the angry flush starts to die down and the tension reduces along his shoulders. 

Part of Blaise is a little pissed at him for helping the ‘enemy’ and the other part of him is thankful for it. Part of him makes him think that means he could still be a good person. A bigger part of him wants to go back to the Slytherin dormitories and chew out Pansy.

weird isn’t a compliment (unless you’re Luna Lovegood)

Luna Pandora Lovegood x Ginevra Molly Weasley

uncompleted fic

linny slowburn

one-sided enemies to friends to lovers

ginny is a reckless queen and luna is a goddess

their relationship is so cute to me

ginny & harry, luna & draco friendship

they fight for one another in their own ways

Some people just tended to be a little too wild for neat things. Ginny was one of them. Luna was okay with that, it reminded her of Blibbering Humdingers that she believed fancied Professor Sprout’s garden enough she refused to tend to it.

Other days Ginny would kick and bounce through the grass, talking about anything and everything there was while Luna laid face-down in the grass outside the greenhouses they were currently ignoring their responsibilities in, and she inhaled the earth while her friend struggled to breath through her words.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll end up like the Gulping Plimpies.” Luna warns briefly, though she doesn’t believe that Ginny could ever get that bad. If the twins- -George and Fred- -hadn’t yet, she couldn’t possibly.

“Yeah, and pigs will fly and the sky will turn purple.” Snorting, Ginny replies but her quiet mumbling immediately after is enough to make Luna glance up to find her wand tracing through the air with the end bubbling an odd green-blue as it lights up at the same moment.

“Would you prefer being a Dabber Blimp? You’d make a lovely one.”

“Nope.”

you can’t live off compassion (unless you’re Neville Longbottom)

Neville Longbottom x Hannah Abbott

uncompleted fic (it’s gonna be short)

hufflepuff pride

neville is secretly a badass

mostly end-of-war stuff

hella fluff

they’re simple as a pair and I love it

Despite knowing after all these years that she wouldn't understand, that she won't remember the next time he visits and barely knows who he is (if she knows at all) Neville takes his mother's hands in his and says, "I'm in love with someone, Mum." Neville finds himself ranting to empty air. "She's... she's so understanding. She's great. She's my age, a Hufflepuff. God, Mum, she's so strong. One of the most impressive women I've ever met, alongside Ginny -I've talked about her before to you. The only Weasley girl? You know here. Anyway, you'll really like her. Her name's Hannah Abbott... I want to propose to her, what do you think?" 

She blinks heavily at him before scowling, shaking her head as her husband animatedly moves behind her. "I've told you a thousand times, dear," Her words slur almost intangibly. "You have to do the dishes before you take out the dog." 

“I know, Mum.” Neville smiles back. 

He tells her about how he's finishing school, and then taking over Professor Sprout's position as the Herbology Professor after a year of being her assistant. No reaction. He tells her how badly Hannah wants to meet them, and that he's already met her parents. No reaction. He tells her that when he's stable with his job, and maybe has a bit more of his mind together, he'll marry her. No reaction. 

Frank Longbottom has only said three things to his son over his entire life- 

“The sun is too dark.” when he was six. 

“You look just like my mother.” when he was twelve. 

And finally, “I’m sure one day, you’ll find the right spot.” when he was seventeen, and came to see them as a goodbye in case the war didn’t go in his favor. 

Today wouldn’t be the day, and Neville wouldn’t be the person. Yet after he’s said his goodbyes and is talking to the squip at the front desk who monitors them, double checking with her that it is indeed okay to bring Hannah, or invite the Potter’s, a firm hand is gripping his shoulder. 

Startled, Neville stumbles slightly in step as he turns and finds Frank staring at him with a frown and Alice mumbling incoherently behind him, dragged by the bunched sleeve of her robes. 

“Take these.” His father says, speaking strongly and un-slurred as he holds his hand out, two rings- -their wedding rings- -on the palm of his hand. “For the wedding.”

hand holding doesn’t mean i love you (unless you’re Dean Thomas)

Dean Thomas x Seamus Finnigan

finished oneshot / 3.5k words

deanmus slowburn

childhood friends to lovers

quiet tall x loud small

their height difference is adorable

dean is an artist, period

you can’t tell me that they’re not canon

Admittedly, Seamus’s uniform was always scruffy and untidy, making him look like a slob especially after a particularly explosive time in class. After he had been fighting, he looked his absolute worst -worse than he’s ever been at the end of his pyromaniac tendencies. 

His face had been battered and bruised by the Carrow’s to an extent that Dean couldn’t recognize him until he spoke with his distinct Irish accent.

Dean quickly uses Episkey and a quick stamina charm, and tucks Seamus into his arms for a quick shared kiss before diving back into battle, pushing his boyfriend towards where Professor Vector was casting hexes left and right with a sneer -safe behind his teacher as he runs down along the bloodied grass calling Colin and Neville’s name.

Rebirth Era - End of Golden Era

the veil isn’t thin (unless you’re Sirius Black) / update when it comes out

Remus John Lupin x Sirius Orion Black  James Fleamont Potter x Lily Jade Evans

unpublished fic

established wolfstar & jily

from POA - DH - post war

sirius is pulled from the veil and brings james/lily with him

both couples have a set of twins, wolfstar through tonks

james and lily get to parent harry, it’s amazing

they help end the war they started

hurt/comfort, anti major character death

When Sirius points his wand at Peter, ready to kill, and Harry Potter- -James' boy, his godson, the boy he pledged himself to raise, the boy he cares about more than anything- -throws himself in front of Peter to keep him and Remus to stop him from doing so he says, well, he says- "I don't reckon my dad would've wanted his best friends to become killers." 

And it made Sirius freeze, gave Remus pause. 

Because he's wrong, James would have killed Peter knowing what he knows, he would have done anything to defend Lily, to protect Harry. He would not have backed down, and yet Sirius does at this moment. 

Because Harry's wrong, and right now he's the furthest from James' son, and Remus knows better than either of them that this- -his words, his absolute kindness and ruthless way he insists upon mercy, that fierce insistence of true justice- -was all Lily.

 Lily wouldn't want them to kill Peter, not James. Lily. 

So they didn't.

healing doesn’t mean change (unless you’re Lavender Brown) / update when it comes out

Lavender Elizabeth Brown x Parvati Patil

unpublished fic (it’s gonna be short)

childhood friends to lovers

werewolf lavender

patil twin drama

hurt/comfort

“No matter what you are, what shape you’re in, Lav, I promise, I promise that I will love you.” Parvati says fiercely, holding her girlfriend’s face between both hands. The eye contact makes her seem much too honest, much too overwhelming. “I love you and that will never change. Stop thinking otherwise.”

Recovery Era - Before Next Gen

frayed pictures are worthless (unless you’re Dennis Creevey) / update when it comes out

Dennis Cooper Creevey x Elaine Tyra Zabini - fandom oc

unpublished fic

hurt/comfort

good slytherins

overprotective wild one x anxious sad one

I’m not over Collin Creevey’s death, are you?

adorable ending

After he lost his brother, Dennis doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. Nothing is the same anymore, and now people say that’s a good thing… but it doesn’t feel like a good thing. It feels lonely. 

When they talk about his brother’s death, they talk about Colin how they first met him -like the scrawny little kid who liked to jumpscare people with flash photography, the small second year who held the door open and let people come and go in and out of the Gryffindor common room for fifteen minutes before politely excusing himself, the twelve year old who was full of life and excited about everything, and how they can barely picture him as that sixteen year old boy who ran head first into battle, snarl on his lips and wand ready only to die.

Because Colin did die.

But he didn’t die as that scared little kid, he died in the middle of battle, he died fighting for everything he believed in. He died a hero. He died with a glare, a snarl and a shout; he did not go with tears or a smile. He died so that his family would finally get retribution, he died so that all his friends could live, he died to protect his little brother.

Yet in doing so, he left all those people behind.

He left Dennis behind.

persistence isn’t worth it (unless you’re a Malfoy) - an oc fic

Cepheus Abraxas Malfoy x Lincoln Septimus Weasley draco’s little brother            arthur/molly’s nephew, ron’s little cousin

uncompleted fic

straight romance and they’re adorable

a malfoy in hufflepuff

hufflepuff pride

the goal is to gain a patronus

they banter and flirt the same amount

Cepheus -he feels like right now, all those rumors about how ruthless and cunning Malfoy’s really can be are true.

The massive white dragon flies and turns, spinning around and knocks the mannequin over with its massive tail, taking up nearly all of the space in the room as it turns to face him with a deep growl shaking the room.

The Hufflepuff finds himself sobbing at the dragon’s feet, and the giant beast curls around him, covering him with giant, whispery silver wings as it puffs out breaths that wipe the tears from its castor’s cheeks.

From the corner of the room, the door bangs open and in barges Lincoln, who stops dead in his tracks at the sight.  “Ceph…” He says, voice breaking.

The dragon stands, taking Cepheus with it and only stops when it can rest its snout on Lincoln’s forehead. Around him, the white wisps disappear and Cepheus finds himself crying against his boyfriend's chest. 

Apparently, even to his innately magical side, Lincoln is just as good a protector as the Patronus, and now that he’s safe, there’s no reason for him to be casting one anymore.

I hope you all like these descriptions / found something new to read - also please tell me about any other fics about obscure hp pairings I could make/why you like them

[luucypevensie]

It was like You were holding the World when You held Her

This is for my love @decennia because Cord and Klaus have become my new obsession. Also, Klaus, Enoch, and Elspeth belong to her

“How do you think this sounds? Make a move and make it now?”

“Yeah, I like that! It would sound good in somewhat of a lower key.”

“Absolutely, and make sure that you have that background beat on the keyboard T.”

Cordelia Grey smiled as she settled back against the seat of the compartment she was sharing with Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis, her two best friends since First Year. The three of them were an interesting blend that many people were surprised to see work. If you looked at it from one perspective, you would see that they all came from different backgrounds. Daphne the pure blood society of the Wizarding World, Tracey a halfblood, and Cord a Muggleborn.

Their personalities were also fairly different; Tracey tended to be quieter than her two best friends, but she made up for it by her tough attitude and fierce loyalty. Daphne had an elegant flair to her, yet only those close to her knew that she possessed an underlying layer of steel that made her practically unbeatable in an argument. As for Cord, she was known as the sweetheart of the group, who never had a bad word to say to anyone (unless if they deserved it). However, that didn’t mean she was unable to defend herself. Cordelia Grey made a reputation for herself as someone who could shut you down with a well-worded statement, and you would wonder how you ever made it out alive.

Together, the three of them formed the Antimony Trio, as Hogwarts had so lovingly termed them. It also became the name of the band they decided to form in Third Year due to the inconceivable lack of female bands in the Wizarding World. They were currently in the middle of their annual songwriting session that they have on the Hogwarts Express September 1st, and it was going very well if Cord said so herself.

That suddenly came to a halting stop when the compartment door opened to admit Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, their two fellow Slytherins and friends. Blaise also happened to be Daphne’s boyfriend, which was why he immediately went over and proceeded to snog her.

A long line of “EW”, “That’s disgusting”, and “I’m so glad I’m not straight” came out of the mouths of the other three.

“That’s fine, we’ll just go find a different compartment and snog,” said Blaise smirking, and before they could even blink, the couple was gone.

“Why that no good, egotistical…” fumed Cord.

“So much for finishing the song,” Tracey groaned, burying her face in her hands.

“Sorry about that,” said Theo sympathetically. “I should’ve tried harder to stop Blaise, but he’s a sly one.”

“I need a walk,” said Tracey, getting up from her seat and stretching. “Come on Theo, let’s go hassle Smith for some cigarettes.”

“Ugh, what a douche. He makes me want to either punch him or myself in the face.”

With that, Cord was left alone in the compartment, with the exception of Horus, her barn owl. Sighing, she grabbed a Cauldron Cake and shoved it in her mouth. She didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing her do that…

“Well, looks like I finally got you alone.”

Freezing, she turned towards the door to see Klaus Sallow leaning against the doorway. A delicious smirk was on his face while watching Cord quickly turned away again (probably to wipe away the evidence of that Cauldron Cake, he thought with amusement). After a minute, her beautiful smile was in front of him again.

Klaus had no idea how Cordelia Grey had managed to become so important to him over the years. At first, he only talked to her because her well-known renown in Charms (and also Enoch and Elspeth love her [though Elspeth was less vocal about it than Enoch]).

But then, Klaus started noticing things about her. It started out small, like how she loved Cauldron Cakes due to how similar they were to cupcakes and that ABBA is her favorite band.

Then, it got deeper.

He knew that, as much as Cord loved the ocean, she hadn’t been back there since before her eleventh birthday because it reminded her too much of her parents. He knew that she cherishes her friends due to never having close friends before Hogwarts. He knew that Professor Grey and Buffy Fawley are her idols, and that she’s terrified of disappointing them.

That was when Klaus Sallow realized that he liked Cordelia Grey. As more than a friend.

It had knocked him for a new one, and he wasn’t sure how to process it. For one thing, Klaus thought that she was only into girls. He knew that Cord had dated Cheyenne, who was also in his house, for awhile. However, she never gave any indication that she was into guys (although Klaus was pretty sure that Potter was into her, which really made him angry).

Cord always continues to surprise him, though, because after what happened with the DA (Klaus refuses to go there, it still haunts him to this day), he was positive she was never going to speak to him again.

But, she came up to him, told him that she didn’t blame him for what happened, and that she liked him.

Klaus still thanks his lucky stars that Cordelia Grey is in his life.

“Hey,” said Cord, her smile making his insides do backflips. “You actually have perfect timing. Blaise and Daphne just left to go snog, and Tracey and Theo went to go hassle Smith.”

“Ugh, he’s such a douche,” Klaus rolled his eyes.

“That’s exactly what Theo said.”

Snorting at that, he came in and sat next to her, putting an arm around Cord’s shoulder so she could snuggle into him. He had to admit (even if it was just to himself), but if Klaus could freeze time and stay in this moment with her, he would.

Because, having Cord in his arms felt like Klaus was holding the world in them, and he will do everything in his power to make sure that world will stay safe.

Tagging: @claryxjackson, @witchofinterest, @reykenobis, @decennia, @anotherunreadblog, @moirei, @randomestfandoms, @kiara-carrera, @jinxsflame, @stanshollaand, @ocfairygodmother, @thetenthdoctorscompanion, @lupinblack, @susiesamurai, @richitozier, @loki-doki, @dreamerwithapen1, @hughstheforcelou, @perfectlystiles

[santmat]

The Secret Gospel of Mark After All? Solving the Secret Mark Dilemma, By James Bean

Photograph of page two of "Clement's letter to Theodore". Not only Morton Smith but other scholars also saw this now lost, destroyed or hidden Mar Saba library manuscript. See background information about the Secret Gospel of Mark in the Wikipedia entry linked below.

How to reconcile verses of Secret Mark that seem to fit nicely into the regular Gospel of Mark and are rather intriguing, this despite the fact that the story of the now inaccessible Clement document seems rather suspect (according to most scholars)? I wonder if perhaps there could be some middle ground with Secret Mark. It sounds a bit both-sides-ish (a "Marcion" type position that goes half way, unsatisfying to Gnostics and Orthodox alike!), but perhaps there's some ancient origin of the verses of Secret Mark after all, even though Morton Smith placed (or found) them in a problematic document attributed to Clement of Alexandria. I wonder if Smith discovered the verses somewhere, maybe in a "heretical" book and saw them as legitimate, but for whatever reason decided they would never be taken seriously unless given a better venue, so he created a document attributed to an early church father to serve as a more effective means of sharing the verses? 

Another possibility is, and to me this seems far more likely, that Smith was honest in his reporting about the Clement letter, and it was the work of a scribe copying manuscripts long ago that placed these verses of Secret Mark into a forged letter attributed to Clement. Why would some monk who lived many centuries ago do such a thing? The verses might have originated in a gospel deemed by his tradition to be from a heretical source. I will say this. I have seen Orthodox authors in the Philokalia, a collection of mystical writings, quote saints that fell out of favor, were eventually declared to be heretics. Certain Syriac Christian writers have resorted to this maneuver as well. Some mystics valued these kinds of not-so-orthodox passages and wished to quote them anyway, so they gave the sources new names, invented fake names or attributed the quotes to someone more palatable like "Saint Neilos" as a way to get away with quoting material that otherwise would have been off-limits!

For background on Secret Mark, see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Gospel_of_Mark

[fundie-predictions]

Name Predictions for Burnett-Duggar #2

On May 8, 2022 (Mothers’ Day), John David and Abbie Duggar announced that they were expecting their second child, a boy, in ‘late summer’ 2022. This baby will join big sister Grace Annette “Gracie” Duggar (b. 2020). Their Mothers’ Day baby news was also joined by Tori and Bobby Smith, expecting a girl in August, and Nathan and Esther Bates, expecting a girl in October (predictions here and here). I have chosen to do my prediction for John and Abbie last since Duggars don’t usually announce names before birth, unlike Bates.

Previous Naming Information

John and Abbie’s daughter Gracie was given two family names: Grace (her mother Abbie’s middle name) and Annette (John’s mother Michelle’s middle name). Additionally, Grace is a classic name with nickname potential. We can probably expect them to use family names again for this baby, or at least older, classic names.

Preliminary Predictions

Anytime there is a firstborn son born into a fundie family, I cannot ignore the possibility of naming the child after their father. Might we see a little John David Duggar Jr.? It’s very possible. Abbie’s father, John Haskell Burnett II, was named after a relative (I’m assuming his father), so we cannot ignore the possibility. Even if baby boy is not a junior, I would say it is highly highly likely they will use John for either the first or middle, since it is shared by both John David and Abbie’s father. Perhaps they might even use David John? I have noticed that Grace Annette has first initials that are opposite of Abbie’s (GA vs. AG), and if they wanted to keep this pattern, that would work.

What if they followed the same formula for this baby as for naming Gracie, just genderswapped? Using John’s middle name (instead of Abbie’s) and Abbie’s father’s middle name (instead of John’s mother’s) would give us David Haskell. Or using John’s dad’s middle name in place of Abbie’s dad’s would give us David Robert. I think both of these could be possibilities. David has been used as a middle name by both Jill and Joe (Israel David and Garrett David), but I don’t think that would stop John and Abbie. After all, they used the name Grace after Josh and Anna used it for Meredith Grace five years prior. 

Other family names that might be used as either a first or middle include Burnett (Abbie’s maiden name), James (John’s father’s first name), Garrett (John’s maternal grandfather’s name) and Clay (Abbie’s mother’s maiden name).

If they are more-so using old, classic names rather than exclusively family names, I expect them to use something like William, Charles, Theodore, Alexander, or Jacob. All of these have nickname potential, like Grace.

My Final Predictions

I do really really think that John and Abbie will choose to use at least one family name again for this baby. Maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part, but I really can’t see them honoring Jim Bob though. For a first name, I really see them using David. Joe used his middle name as Garrett’s first, so there is precedence for this within the family. If I had to pick a first name that’s not a family name, I'm going with Charles. I think Gracie and Charlie sound really cute together. Going to go ahead and call it though, that if the first name is John, they’ll call him by both his first and middle name (like John Robert or John Luke).

For a middle name, I would say maybe John, on the condition that the first name is not David. David John is just a little much. Otherwise, I'm going with Robert.

Here are some predictions for first and middle name combos, although the pool of unique names is pretty small.

John David Duggar, Jr. / John David Duggar II

David Robert

John Robert

David Clay

Charles David

William David

John William

David Haskell

William Alexander

John Garrett

[lauravias]

Ted Bundy

Ted Bundy, born Theodore Robert Cowell on November 24, 1946, was one of the most notorious American serial killers. He is known to have kidnapped, raped and killed at least 36 young women in 1970s and probably earlier. He was executed in the electric chair in 1989. His murders have inspired many novels and films about serial killers.

Photo of Ted Bundy

His mother was Eleanor Louise Cowell, who was 22 years old and unmarried when she gave birth to Bundy. His biological father's identity may never be confirmed, since on his birth certificate the father was listed as unknown; also, some rumours identify his father as his grandfather. For the first three years of his life, Bundy lived with his maternal grandparents and was told that his mother was his sister. He eventually discovered the truth and expressed a lifelong resentment toward his mother for never talking to him about his true parentage. In 1951 Louise met and married Johnny Culpepper Bundy, a hospital cook, and later that year the couple officially adopted Bundy, that took his name. He had a tense relationship with his stepfather, and complained to his girlfriend that Johnny "wasn't very bright” and "didn't make much money".

Ted Bundy’s parents, Eleanor Louise Cowell and  Johnny Culpepper Bundy

After graduating from high school in 1965, Bundy attended the University of Puget Sound for one year before transferring to the University of Washington. There, he fell in love with Stephanie Brooks, a wealthy and lovely young woman from California. He was devastated by their breakup, and many of his following victims resembled his college girlfriend. He graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in psychology in 1972.

Attacks and murders

There is no consensus on when or where Bundy began killing women. He told different stories to different people and refused to reveal the specifics of his first crimes. For example, he told his mother that he attempted his first kidnapping in 1969 in Ocean City, New Jersey, but did not kill anyone until 1971 in Seattle, yet told psychologist Art Norman that he had killed two women in Atlantic City in 1969.

Homicide detective Robert D. Keppel and biographer Ann Rule, who had previously worked with Bundy, both believed that he might have started killing as a teenager. Circumstantial evidence suggested that he may have kidnapped and killed eight-year-old Ann Marie Burr when he was 14 years old, but he repeatedly denied. His earliest documented homicides were committed in 1974, at the age of 27. The disappearances all took place at night, usually near ongoing construction work, and the victims were all young, attractive, and with long hair parted in the middle; at most crime scenes there were sightings of a man wearing a cast or a sling, and driving a brown or tan Volkswagen Beetle.

Photos of Ted Bundy's 1968 Volkswagen Beetle, in which he committed many of his crimes. The vehicle is on display at the National Museum of Crime and Punishment. 

Items found in his car when he was arrested in 1975

His first confirmed attack occurred shortly after midnight on January 4, 1974, when Bundy entered the apartment of Joni Lenz. After bludgeoning her with a metal rod from her bed frame, he sexually assaulted her with either the same rod or a metal speculum. She survived, but with permanent physical and mental disabilities. In the early morning of February 1, 1974, Bundy broke into the room of Lynda Ann Healy; he beat her unconscious, dressed her in blue jeans, a white blouse, and boots, and carried her away. On March 12, Donna Gail Manson, left her dormitory to attend a jazz concert on campus, but never arrived. On April 17, Susan Elaine Rancourt disappeared while on her way to her dorm room after an advisors' meeting at Central Washington State College in Ellensburg. On May 6, Roberta Kathleen Parks left her dormitory to have coffee with her friends at the Memorial Union, but never arrived. On June 1, Brenda Carol Ball disappeared after leaving the Flame Tavern in Burien, near Seattle; she was last seen in the parking lot, talking to a brown-haired man. On June 11, UW student Georgann Hawkins disappeared while walking to her sorority house.

The murders culminated on July 14, 1974, when Bundy abducted two women, Denise Marie Naslund and Janice Anne Ott, in the daylight and from crowded areas. Five female witnesses said that a good-looking young man, who introduced himself as "Ted", asked their help to unload a sailboat from his car. Four girls refused, but one agreed and accompanied him to his car. She saw there was no sailboat and fled. Using the same story, he approached and abducted Janice Anne Ott and, approximately four hours later, Denise Marie Naslund. On September 6, 1974, two grouse hunters found the skeletal remains of the two girls near a service road in Issaquah. After these happenings, King County police disclosed a composite sketch, that was printed in regional newspapers and transmitted on local television stations. These are not the only murders that he committed, as it is believed that he has killed more than a hundred women.

Newspaper from 1974 warning young women about “Ted”, aka Ted Bundy

Timeline of Bundy’s attacks       

In 1974                       

Joni Lenz, age 18, survived the attack on January 4, 1974

Lynda Ann Healy, age 21, died on February 1, 1974

Donna Gail Manson, age 19, died on March 12, 1974

Susan Elaine Rancourt, age 18, died on April 17, 1974

Roberta Kathleen Parks, age 20, died on April 17, 1974

Brenda Carol Ball, age 22, died on June 1, 1974

Georgeann Hawkins, age 18, missing since June 11, 1974

Denise Marie Naslund, age 18, died on July 14, 1974

Janice Anne Ott, age 23, died on July 14, 1974

Nancy Wilcox, age 16, missing since October 2, 1974

Melissa Anne Smith, age 17, died on October 26, 1974

Laura Ann Aime, age 17, missing since October 31, 1974

Carol DaRonch, age 18, survived the attack on November 8, 1974

Debra Jean Kent, age 17, died on November 8, 1974

In 1975

Caryn Eileen Campbell, age 23, died on January 12, 1975

Julie Cunningham, age 26, died on March 15, 1975

Denise Lynn Oliverson, age 24, missing since April 6, 1975

Melanie Suzanne Cooley, age 18, died on April 15, 1975

Lynette Dawn Culver, age 12, missing since May 6, 1975

Susan Curtis, age 15, missing since June 27, 1975

In 1978

Margaret Elizabeth Bowman, age 21, died on January 15, 1978

Lisa Levy, age 20, died on January 15, 1978

Kathy Kleiner, age 20, attacked on January 15, 1978

Karen Chandler, age 22, attacked on January 15, 1978

Cheryl Thomas, age 21, attacked on January 15, 1978

Kimberly Dianne Leach, age 12, died on February 9, 1978

Arrests, last murders and death

On August 16, 1975, Utah Highway Patrol officer Bob Hayward arrested Bundy in Granger (a Salt Lake City suburb). The officer searched the car after he noticed that the front passenger seat had been removed and placed on the back seats. Inside he found a ski mask, a second mask created from pantyhose, a crowbar, handcuffs, trash bags, a rope, an ice pick, and other items. The police did not have enough evidence to detain Bundy, so he was released. Afterwards, Salt Lake City police placed him on 24-hour surveillance. 

Ted Bundy's 1975 Utah mug shot

In September Bundy sold his Volkswagen Beetle to a Midvale teenager and Utah police impounded it. Inside the car, FBI technicians found hairs of Caryn Campbell, and some hair strands "microscopically indistinguishable" from those of Melissa Smith and Carol DaRonch. There was sufficient evidence to charge him with aggravated kidnapping and attempted criminal assault in the DaRonch case. Further investigation confirmed that he had not been with his girlfriend on any of the nights when the Pacific Northwest victims had vanished. In February 1976 Bundy stood trial for the DaRonch kidnapping, and after a four-day bench trial and a weekend of deliberation, he was found guilty. In June he was sentenced to 15 years in the Utah State Prison, and after a period of resistance he was transferred to Aspen in January 1977. 

While in the Pitkin County Courthouse's library, in Aspen, he opened a window and jumped out, managing to run away. He was a fugitive for six days, until two police officers found him and brought him back in jail. He planned his escape a second time; he sawed a hole of about one square foot between the steel reinforcing bars in his cell's ceiling and, on the night of December 30, stacked books on his bed to simulate his body, climbed into the crawl space and escaped. 

After evading, he travelled from Aspen to Tallahassee, Florida, passing from Chicago, Ann Arbor and Atlanta. There, on January 15, he attacked another five women, Margaret Bowman and Lisa Levy who died, Kathy Kleiner, Karen Chandler and Cheryl Thomas who survived. On February 8 he attacked another woman, Kimberly Dianne Leach; her partially mummified remains were found in a pig farrowing shed near Suwannee River State Park, near Lake City. He was arrested four days later by police officer David Lee for having stolen a car. 

Two of Ted Bundy’s victims

After numerous trials and three death sentences, Bundy was executed at 7:16 a.m. on January 24, 1989, at the Florida State Prison in an electric chair. Outside the prison, hundres of people cheered, sang, danced and even set off fireworks. His body was cremated in Gainesville, and no public ceremony was held.

Sources:

Ted Bundy | Crimes, Death & Facts | - Britannica

Ted Bundy - Biography

Ted Bundy’s Victims - Women’sHealth

Ted Bundy - Wikipedia

[axiomsofice]

2021 Playoff Preview

WEST

1. Colorado: hitting their stride at the perfect time, key players are back from injury. Healthy goalies go a long way (as they found last year). Makar deserves Norris consideration. On top of all their riches Jost and Timmins have finally started to live up to their potential. Don’t forget Newhook and Byram are on the way up as well. This group should be a cup contender for the next 5 years or so. With all that being said it took Tampa quite some time to turn their talents into a cup, and only time will tell if the Avs are able to love up to their projection. 2. Vegas: this team is big and strong and feasted on the lower half of the west division just like the avalanche. One of the most undersold additions of this off-season is probably Pietrangelo, joining Theodore and a strong and young blueline that boasts some really good defenders in Whitecloud and Hague. Yes, Chandler Stevenson is not quite the flashiest name at 1C (he does a good job tho, don’t get it twisted), but even the bottom portion of the forward group has players who are strong, fast, and skilled, such as Roy, Tuch, and Kolesar. A cup win this year is very much in play, but the future is not without hope should Glass and/or Krebs ever blossom into what Stevenson is not. 3. Minnesota: Although a playoff berth without much of a chance to go all the way is not new for the Wild, the sense of ascension in a optimistic future is a welcome change. Even without a series win, the foundation of a strong performance could be a crucial step in their building. 4. St. Louis: letting your captain and best defencemen (player?) walk is certainly a choice. Reminds me a little of Washington letting Trotz walk. I must also admit I’m not a huge believer in Binnington. They’ll need Kyrou and Thomas to continue expanding their influence as the years go, but it’s hard to see this group replicating their success from 2019. Shout outs to Perron for aging like fine wine.

Final four pick: Vegas over Colorado

EAST

1. Pittsburgh: Yes, the goaltending is more stable than last year, but another huge aspect in what looks to be a much stronger iteration of the Penguins is the success of Matheson-Ceci. The duos play has definitely helped Marino-Pettersson to develop at their own pace, not to mention Dumolin-Letang to round out an understated but very strong blueline. Carter has been a great addition and has still got game, people sleep on you when your team isn’t good (I see you Anze Kopitar). Between their cups wins the Pens looked like an easy out at times, but I see that more as a testament to Crosby and Malkin being able to cruise into the playoffs. When they are on they could easily go all the way. 2. Washington: Some have been waiting for the bottom to fall out with this aging group, although they managed to pace the division for large parts of the season. Although Chara joins a defence group that is probably at its best since the Cup win, there are questions up front and in net. Mantha is a nice addition (maybe not worth the price) but there are a lot of injuries heading into the post season. Samsonov and Vanecek have been alright in net, but it is a lot to ask of two young goalies. In 3 years that tandem could be really strong but to this point it hasn’t been elite level. 3. Boston: finally the blueline is healthy. The second line, rather the forward group in general is as strong as it’s been in years. Swayman and Vladar provide some post Rask optimism, but for now there’s not much to be critical about throughout this lineup. 4. NY Islanders: This team is not exciting but they get the job done. They ended Pittsburgh’s 8 series winning streak a few years ago. Barzal/Nelson/Pageau is really solid down the middle. The defence would look a lot better with Toews. I might pick them to beat Washington in a series but that’s about it.

Final four pick: Boston over Pittsburgh

CENTRAL

1. Carolina: This team is stacked. The blueline is very deep. The goalies have all been good in large part thanks to their overall team structure (I’d go Mrazek/Nedeljkovic/Riemer FWIW). Trocheck has fit in so nicely and really shine with Necas, who is big, fast, and skilled, and often looks like he can do anything on the ice. Svechnikov is still coming into his own, but is not being relied on more than he can handle at this point. 2. Florida: This has been the most surprising and fun team of the season. It’s nice to see players like Duclair, Verhaeghe, and Bennett excel when given the opportunity. Splitting Barkov and Huberdeau was huge, and adding lots of sandpaper with the likes of Hornqvist, Wennberg, Gudas, and Nutivaara has helped solidify the bottom of the roster. It sucks that Ekblad is out for sure, although hopefully both he and the Panthers can carry their success into next year, regardless of how a very tough opening round in the battle of Florida unfolds. They really got pooched in the last expansion draft so hopefully that does not repeat itself, although youngsters like Tippett, Denisenko, and down the road Noel and Lundell should help prevent too much of a regression. 3. Tampa Bay: What to say? The defending champs hitting the post season in a return to full health. A roster with no holes, lots of continuity and the best goalie in the world (?) at this point. There’s not much reason to pick against them besides hockey is strange and random and Florida is more fun. Big shout outs to the NHL’s first all Black line, as Mathieu Joseph, Daniel Walcott, and Gemel Smith got the opportunity to start late in the season. In particular Joseph and Smith are players who have had really strong results in short stints fighting for a regular spot in this loaded Tampa lineup (also, shout out to their brothers, Givani Smith and P.O. Joseph who should have a shot at being NHL regulars next season). 4. Nashville: The Preds have the goaltending and defensive structure to pull off an upset. Both the 1st round matchups in this division embody why I really enjoyed this division, as geographical rivals have the chance to square off. In all, this division could provide the most entertainment of round 1.

Final four pick: Carolina over Florida

NORTH

1. Toronto: I will probably be writing more Toronto centric pieces so I’ll keep it short. In three short (actually painfully long) years as GM, Dubas has kept the “can and will” big four and changed the rest of the team to compliment their skill sets and short comings. This team is easily the favourite to come out of the North Division. 2. Edmonton: McDavid is on another level. Seeing some clips in the fall (off-season) it’s as if my eyes forgot how fast he really was, as upon seeing some clips of his I could’ve sworn were playing in fast forward. Draisaitl is really good too. Similar to Dubas, GM Holland has built a roster that compliments his offensive stars, although his route there has involved more patience than anything. Tippett and Smith have been the forefront of their defensive prowess, it’s hard to overlook the effect that defenders like Nurse and Bear have contributed to this new facet of their identity. 3. Winnipeg: the Jets are very much limping into the post season, although they do have the goaltending to pull off upsets, and the talent up front to score opportunistically. In all their blueline and defensive play in general is underwhelming. 4. Montreal: The Habs successfully outlasted the mediocrity in the lower portion of the division to hold onto the last spot. They do have the physicality and depth to outperform their talents in the playoffs as we saw last year, although a lot will have to go right for them to pull off an upset or two, including a vintage Price performance in net should he be available.

Final four pick: Toronto over Edmonton

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Hi ya love 😊

2. what would you name your future kids?

Man idk there are a lot of super cute names probably Theodore or Theodora tbh Lucretia Cassandra, Artemis,and Rhiannon are super cute names as well we've thrown quite a few ideas around but that's a ways off. I know what their middle names would be though hehe

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

Lmaooo hell no if I have to sure, but most of the time it's absolutely impossible for me to keep how I feel inside it just spurts out in my fucking aura or something anyone who knows me can tell in seconds how i'm feeling

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

Oh yeah, who hasn't? Especially as i'm not a very confrontational person

25. role model

I have so many goddamn

I love Toni Collette so much she's who I wanna be

Alice Roosevelt because she was a bad ass and lived how how she wanted to

Frida Kahlo because I love her art and her interesting life and personality

Suzzanah Lipscomb because I adore her and want her life and career tbh

Sophia Loren for being the curvacious Italian beauty I aspire to be

Audrey Hepburn because she was beautiful inside and out

Helena Bonham carter because... she is she

Maggie Smith again because she is she...

Margaret Whitlam was an absolute queen

That one Indigenous auntie who could tell I was visably distraught so gave me advice and crayfish with coconutmilk in a banana leaf love ya

Oh and of course my mother

Just yeah too many

44. age you get mistaken for?

Either 15 years old or my actual age, there is no inbetween people must associate age with height or somethin

[ofdolittles]

FUN FACT! Teddy was named Elliot by the orphanage. When Theodore and Richard first saw him they knew that they needed to love him but they hated the name Elliot. They argued for weeks and eventually settled on naming him after Theodore and giving him Richard’s middle name, so when it was all finalised they legally changed his name from Elliot Smith to Theodore Elias Howles Jr.

[theodorebennas]

Theodore Bennas’s Combat Style

“A weapon for every task and a task for every weapon.”

WEAPONS

Primary: Libertas (Elven Runic Longsword)

“It’s not the size of the weapon the counts, but how you jam it into someone’s throat.”- Dame Aurelia Morningfire, Master-At-Arms of House Bennas 

Gifted to him on the day Theodore Bennas was promoted to Colonel by Field Marshal Integra Brenagh, Libertas has grown and evolved with the needs of the Knight who wielded it.

Throughout its service with the paladin, it has constantly been reshaped and reforged from a two handed falchion to a leaf bladed greatsword and to other designs without sentimentality as elven swords grow stronger when they are reforged. Immediately following the War of Thorns, Duke Theodore Bennas reforged his elven greatsword, Libertas, into a new longsword just over fifty inches in length. In truth, the blade teeters on the edge of such classification and that of the greatsword.

No longer fearing the titanic sizes of demons or other massive, unarmored creates, the Marshal prizes Libertas for one quality above all else: it’s ability to duel and kill other humanoids.

With years of training in the art, Theodore wields the longsword with astounding skill and precision, and is capable of making minute movements with the tip of the sword, sliding his blade up that of a foes and striking from the other side. He has mastered the art of hewing in such a way that he can defend himself while also threatening his opponent. However, his favored technique when encountering armored foes is grabbing his sword by the middle of the blade and manipulating it to drive the tip into a weak point or opening in their armor such as through eye slits, the groin, and the armpits. He also has no qualms about grasping his sword by the blade and using the weapon like a glorified war hammer and crushing through armor with a swing of his cross guard. 

Armed with his longsword, Theodore channels the Light through his body to augment his own strength and to enhance the efficacy of his weapons against foes such as demons and the undead. However, he first conjures the Light offensively at the start of an encounter, remaining at distance to cast spells of judgement before closing the distance. The runes on the flat of the sword augment every Holy spell cast by its wielder as well as bears enchantments to ease the maintenance of the weapon as well as imbue its wielder with preternatural speed and strength. Such arcane runework allows the Master of Summerfast to blend the Holy Light and masterful swordplay in deadly conjunction.

Pros/Cons Pros:

+Versatility

+Pierces chainmail, cloth, and leather with ease

+Lightweight and swift weapon

+Superior handling

+Can be halfsworded

+Easily transported

Cons:

-Inefficient against armor

-Not well suited for facing many foes at once

-Inferior reach to most true greatswords and polearms

Alternative: Orcbreaker (Warhammer/poleaxe)

“Nothing carries a message across like a hammer head to the gut.”- Duke Edward Bennas

The signature weapon of Duke Edward Bennas, Theodore’s father, Orcbreaker has earned its name a thousand times over through its service during the First, Second, and Third Wars. 

A recent acquisition by Theodore upon his ascension to his father’s title, Orcbreaker has been reforged to suit the Master of Summerfast’s needs. Nearly as tall as a man and made of adamantine, this weapon is truly a force to be reckoned with in the hands of a strong warrior.  A single hammer head decorated with the head of a roaring lion with a back spike in the shape of a gryphon’s head. A long metal spike protrudes from the top of the hammer to assist in thrusting. The hammer itself is a product of masterful dwarven smithing and was first given as a gift to Duke Edward upon his joining the ranks of the Silver Hand.

Trained in the use of polehammers since a young age, Bennas wields Orcbreaker with masterful efficiency as artful tool of death instead of a merely brutal yet techniqueless weapon. This effectiveness is magnified through the blessing of the Light. Orcbreaker is capable of smashing through demon, aberration, as well as the undead with righteous ease.

However, the true purpose of Orcbreaker is to combat fully armored foes. In this respect, the weapon excels. The front hammerhead crushes through most metal plate and deals catastrophic damage to the body beneath it despite any padding, and the backspike can similarly puncture most forms of armor in a single swing. 

Pros/Cons

Pros:

+Crushes through armor and the flesh and bones beneath it.

+Can be used to pull down other weapons via the beak or head

+Lightweight in Theodore’s hands

+Useful for facing multiple opponents

+Versatile

+BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG HAMMER!

Cons

-Inconvenient to carry in a city or town

-Slower to recover after swinging.

Secondary: Rondel Dagger

“When chivalry fails, this won’t.”- Felariel Moondancer, fiancee to Ithaeriel Brenagh

The true bane of all knights. When a foe gets close enough to Theodore to render his weapons useless or when the paladin is deprived of his primary weapons, he can always rely on his rondel as a secondary weapon.

A truly massive beast of a dagger measuring at a length of a foot and a half from tip to end, the rondel is a rarely used but indispensable weapon in Theodore’s arsenal. The edges of the dagger are just sharp enough to cut food, rope, and serve other mundane needs. However, its combat purpose lies in its tapered tip and triangular blade. It is optimized for thrusting and stabbing, tearing into chainmail, leather, and cloth alike. Wounds caused by this weapon are extremely difficult to mend through non-magical means. The weapon is enchanted to be able to pierce minor magical shields and barriers.

Theodore primarily uses this weapon when he has entered into a grapple with another foe and his main weapon is bound up. With such a weapon against armored opponents, Theodore prioritizes thrusting into armpits, eyeslits, the back of the knee and the groin of his foes. 

Against lesser armored foes, Theodore is much less conservative with his targeting, preferring to aim for a stab to the carotid artery in the neck, a stab and then drag in the belly, or even a thrust to the perineum.  

The size of the weapon lends itself well to grappling against others armed with similar weapons thought fails against most two handed weapons. However, against single handed straight swords, daggers, and maces, it can be used to facilitate wrestling and grappling or to parry a blow before striking a killing blow in return.

Pros/Cons

Pros:

+Lightweight and nimble

+Lethal against foes of any armor class

+Wounds inflicted by this weapon are difficult to heal without magic

+Concealable.

+Excellent for grappling and using while on the ground with an enemy.

+Pierces minor magical barriers and shields

Cons

-Bigger than most daggers

-Easily out ranged by most weapons.

-Easily parried by larger weapons

“I have arrived. The battle is already decided.”- Duke Theodore Bennas

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FACE CLAIM

First Name: Riley

Middle Name: Theodore

Last Name: Lawrence

Nickname: Ri

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Birthday: (as of 2022) 7/3/2002

Life Story: Riley lives with his mom and sister, Sierra. His mom works a lot and isn’t home much so they’ve been left to fend for themselves a lot while their mom provides. Riley doesn’t mind it much, but he’s excited to have his own life to live. He’s close with Sierra and they often rely on each other since their mom is emotionally unavailable.

Appearance

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Style(s): He likes it longer, but not shaggy

Height: 6’1

About him/her

Personality: Funny, outgoing, a small dose of dumbass

Good Habit(s): Will murder you if you litter

Bad habit(s) occasionally and socially smokes

Like(s): shitty reality tv, Chinese, and working on his truck

Dislike(s): cabbage, the smiths, and bad beer

Hobbies: Restoring vehicles

Allergies: latex

Extra:

Talents and Dreams

Ambition/dream: Mechanic

Occupation/Job: Apprentice at a shop in town

Family and Friends

Parent(s): Trish Lawrence (42) - Jamie Pressly

Sibling(s): Sierra Lawrence (18) - Samara Weaving

Extra

Scars: On his left hand, he cut himself on a pocket knife

Tattoo(es): None yet

Piercing(s): He pierced his ears with a needle when he was 14

Favorites

Favorite Song: Carry on Wayward Son

Favorite Food(s): Quesadillas and nachos

Favorite Drink(s): Apple juice and coke

Favorite Color(s): green

Favorite Animal(s): warthog

Favorite Number: 18

Favorite Season(s): Winter, he likes wearing hoodies

Favorite Holiday(s): Easter, he likes candy

Favorite Time of Day: Afternoon when he wakes up

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