#Tag to keep track of any astronomy finds I post about?

[dappled-canopy]

Did some stargazing earlier tonight with a new telescope I received recently! Saw Jupiter (Which I'd seen the first time I used it, it's incredible with a higher magnification lens), Sirius (very bright and twinkly and colourful), the Orion nebula (I thought it was shaped like a dragon's head), the beehive cluster, and Mars! Though Mars was basically straight up and the telescope couldn't tilt that far back, so that was just with my eyes. It was a lot of fun! The stars are so beautiful...

[theearlgreymage]

It is yet another Six Sentence Sunday, and I have only two more Sunday's until break. The freedom is close. I can taste it.

Thankfully, these last two weeks should be a breeze and I can get back in a more regular groove with writing.

Maybe.

Here's hoping at least.

Hello to the wonderful @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @confused-bi-queer @rimeswithpurple and @ic3-que3n for tagging me despite my lack of posting lately. You are all amazing <3

Despite my quietness, I have been tapping away at a couple of different projects. So, enjoy six series of six sentences --

COBB Project #1

She’s been making these excursions on her own every few months. Claiming them to be for her research, but I followed her last time. I saw the supplies she took, and didn’t bring back with her. We were outside Bristol when I lost track of her. Somehow she managed to lose all her supplies and beat me back to Watford.  There’s no way she managed that on her own.  But until she’s willing to admit the truth to me, I’m on my own with finding Simon.

COBB Project #2

Coward.  It’s the last word I’ll hear from him for a while as I step into the warm sunshine. While he can technically reach me beyond the Underworld, it is a lot harder for him to do. From what I can tell, it’s not worth the effort.  Not caring whether the chlamys around my shoulder gets dirty, I collapse onto my back into the grass. Letting the sun warm my chilled skin. 

A Gift for Someone

Nothing to see here. I wonder how many other students at Watford have used this spell for elicit sexual acts. How many students have had their trousers pulled down in the middle of the Great Lawn with none of us being the wiser? Of course, this isn't the Great Lawn - it's the back table in Astronomy that I'm crouched beneath. And it's not just any student who's trousers I'm pulling down eagerly. They're Simon Snow's trousers.

Another Gift for Someone

The snap of leather against leather sends a chill down my spine. I do my best to conceal it. The click of heeled boots on the wooden floor let me know that he's walking towards me, and still I fight the urge to shiver in anticipation. But when I feel the soft brush of the collar and warm press of fingers on my throat, I can't help but shudder. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

Something I'm working on in secret that may or may not see the light of day

Even if I’d come to accept myself more - feel more comfortable as my own individual person - I was still hung-up on the idea of having children that weren’t mine. It became an even bigger issue after Simon admitted to wanting a child. My mind became full of the impossible; of a small child with golden skin, freckles, dark hair, curls, and light colored eyes.  We thought it impossible, and set the topic off to the side. There were plenty of other things for us to worry over. My graduation and the wedding being the top two items on the list.

Chapter 4 of Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

This time, when I spot the movement out of the bedroom window I don't hesitate to leave the room. Fuck these wraiths. I'm not spending another night alone in a room with them. Baz can complain about me following him into the woods all he wants. It's not like he's doing anything all that secretive. We both know that I know that he's a vampire - one that has apparently never tasted human blood.

Tags and Hello's to Everyone under the Cut. Please know that I am eternally excited over everyone's projects and cannot get enough of the talent you all have. Also, I officially made a gosh darn spreadsheet to keep track of people for tagging!

@aroace-genderfluid-sheep @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @buffy @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @gekkoinapeartree @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @ionlydrinkhotwater @j-nipper-95 @johnwgrey @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @stitchyqueer @tea-brigade @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @upuntil6am @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[celestial-moonlight-domain]

Welcome to the Looking Glass

🌖 Greetings travelers. I am Moonlight Cookie, the last guardian Wizard of the City of Wizards. I bid you welcome to our Celestial Moonlit Domain through the Looking Glass, for while the City of Wizards may not be accessible to many of the world’s inhabitants, know that we are always keeping vigil from the dreamscapes. Feel free to ask us anything about magic. Wizardry. Dreams. Astronomy. Astrology. Anything your heart desires! If you shall ask, we will try our best to answer.

🌌 Well said. I am Milky Way Moonlight Cookie, the guardian of all dreams�� endless twilight. If you have lost your way in the vast expanse of space and need assistance getting back on track, be not afraid to ask us for help, no matter what dimension you have found yourself in.

🌕 Magnificent as always. I am Moonlight Cookie of the Blissful Full Moon. It matters not the situation you find yourself in. Believe in yourself and others, and a happy ending shall await you under the brilliance of the full moon. Paint a lovely picture with the stars you see within your dreams and always strive for the heavens. Don’t be scared of what lies before you, for I’ll be there to help you through your darkest times whenever you shall ask.

🌙 Hmph. Sappy as always. I am Moonlight Cookie of the Alluring Crescent, and it is my duty to harbor nightmares across the dreamscape in the silence of everyone’s dreams. Go on. Follow the scarlet moonlight. You won’t regret it… much. However, it is my duty to know what entities I use to invoke nightmares in the silence of the night. Should you find any rogue nightmarish entities on the physical place beyond the dreamscape, report them to me at once and I will reward you handsomely. Or better yet, tell me what nightmares and night terrors trouble you and I may try to withhold them… for a more silent night.

☀️ And last but not least, I am Moonlight Cookie of the Primordial Light. As one of the first creations of the Wizards chronicled within the Labyrinth of Remembrance among the other faces of Moonlight, it is also my duty to chronicle the events and memories of Earthbread. Alas, not all memories are set in stone… and possibly not even within this universe. Share your ideas and opinions about the Cookies and events of Earthbread with us. No matter how extraordinary they may be, they are your own treasured memories to share with the world.

And then there’s me, the mod of this blog. Ask the Moonlight Cookies anything you want and I will forward your asks to them, but I have a few things to mention:

I will not answer anything that’s generally NSFW or would make me uncomfortable as the mod OOC

If you’re requesting interaction with me AS another character, make it known in your asks/reblogs/mentions

Feel free to ask me anything as the mod! Just mention that you’re asking the mod so I know this is something out of character

This is a no-leak zone. While this blog is about Cookie Run, leaks for any of the games in the series will NOT be addressed to any extent

Whether for the Moonlights or for the mod, Cookie Run headcanons, OCs, AU concepts, and questions about them are always welcome to be shared on the blog!

Some posts and responses might refer to an OC, AU, or personal headcanon of mine. Any ideas that I have or might share with someone else will be tagged as such and explained as necessary

If you’re anon-asking, while not necessary, feel free to refer to yourself by an anonymous nickname so I know who my regulars are!

While there are multiple characters here, there is only one mod running the blog, so please be patient if I don’t answer right away!

Have fun and enjoy your time here!

Cookie Run spoilers may be discussed here. Any spoilers mentioned, either by gameplay or lore, will be separated by a line break (:readmore:) and tagged as #cookie run lore spoilers or #cookie run gameplay spoilers

More Cookies may appear in the future to answer questions, so stay tuned!

[cosplayingwitch]

A Study in Dirt and Stars

September 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt: cloud/star gazing

Part one of the five part as-yet-unnamed series. (If you think of a name, let me know in the comments!) Each part will take place a good amount of time apart from each other.

Summary Star Wars AU with fem!reader and Poe Dameron as best friends/roommates (more?) and grad students- reader in archaeology, Poe in history/library science. In this part, the two get stuck when Poe’s old truck breaks down and they have to wait for a tow truck.

Triggers none, unless you have an issue with waiting for tow trucks or dirt/dust. Oh, they do swear too.

Tags: @make-me-imagine

Other tags: light angst, two idiots in love, mutual pining, would this count as angst?

The sound of shovels clanging together startled you out of your focus. You’d been reading up on bioarchaological research methods- something so boring most would fall asleep even thinking about it. You, however, find the whole thing fascinating, enough to dedicate your life to it. That sound was the announcement by your students that the day was done. Normally you’d have let them know this, but in that focus you’d lost track of time.

You shout “Nice work today everyone! Same time tomorrow!” even though you didn’t even notice their actual work. Hey, as long as they didn’t fuck anything up enough that it can’t be fixed, no one would ever know. 

The university held a field school for archaeology students every year, mostly upper level bachelors students and the occasional early masters students. Given your status as almost graduating from the masters program, you were easily chosen by your favorite professor to GA the class. Which meant, per your professor, you’d be the one in charge for day-to-day goings on. But if you succeeded at this, it’d be a great addition to your work experiences. Very helpful for getting a job in this field.

Which leads you to look around, seeing that your slightly early dismissal was taken advantage of by the students- they left the equipment strewn about the site without regard for how long it would take you to clean up after them. They’d be in for definite trouble in the morning, you’d make sure of it.

You heard the sound of truck tires coming down the dirt lane that was the only access point for your site. You look up to see your friend coming to pick you up. With your car in the shop- all that dust was not good for the engine- he was your only choice if you were to get to and from work.

“Hey there, Indiana. Discover the ark of the covenant yet?” shouted Poe from the driver's seat. 

“Not yet. Did you manage to run out of books in the library yet?” you shout back.

It was always like this between you two. You’d been friends since your freshman year when you took intro to anthropology together. For him, it was a gen-ed class; for you, it was the start of your career path. He was a history major, now working on his masters, like you. He had managed to get a job in the university’s library, though he would probably describe it like he had gotten a job at the Smithsonian. But joking between the two of you was more natural than having normal conversations. One year, he decided to get you a hat for your birthday, one that was suspiciously like that worn by the movie archaeologist. From then on, he called you Indiana instead of your name as an inside joke between the two of you.

You wouldn’t ever tell him- but you kind of liked it.

“Can’t leave quite yet, Mr Librarian. The students left this place a mess, and if Professor Solo decides to pop by the site in the morning with it looking like this I’d lose all hope of ever getting a job.”

“So? I can help! As long as these aren’t some kind of state-of-the-art technology shovels.” he teased. You could tell, he just wanted to get home. And even with the both of you working together, this could take a while.

About two hours later, once everything was packed up for the night, Poe went to start the truck so you could get home to your shared apartment (who better to be roommates with than your best friend?). And it wouldn’t start. He tried again, and again. Nothing. I guess even momentary exposure to this dust could mess with an engine, you thought. Or maybe his twenty year old truck had just finally kicked the bucket. You’d teased him about that truck for a while now, always joking about it someday just giving up and leaving him stranded somewhere. 

Of course, you’d always imagine yourself as coming to his rescue, not being stranded with him. 

“I guess you were right about it up and dying someday.” admitted Poe. “So are we walking or what?”

“It is getting dark, but it will take forever to walk back to the university. We could call a tow truck? Sit around waiting until it gets here?” you suggest. “It gets so beautiful out here. Without as much light pollution, the stars really shine bright.”

Poe was never one to turn down an activity that involved astronomy. That was his ‘secret’ hobby. He told you once that his dream when he was a child was to travel among the stars, but with that not accessible to him, the best he could do was study those who made the advancements in astronomy. 

The tow truck would take at least an hour, the lady from the dispatch center told you. It was the bad luck of location and calling on a busy night. You didn’t mind, it was more time to spend with your best friend.

“It’d probably be more comfortable to lay in the back than in the dirt.” suggested Poe. You knew that wasn’t the only reason he suggested it. He also hated getting dirty, so the idea of laying directly in recently disturbed dirt had to be unthinkable to him. (This was another thing you teased him about often.) However, this time he did have a slight point. If anything, it would probably stretch your back out more than the ground could.

With both of you perched on the end of the truck bed, you watched the stars together. Poe pointed out the various constellations. Even though you knew most of them already, you let him continue because you knew how happy it made him. Not much of a sacrifice to keep your best friend/roommate, you thought. You zoned out while he started rattling off facts about famous astronomers. He’d be the one to know all this- astronomy+history would always mean Poe would know about it.

You thought about how nice this was. The two of you laying back, talking, nowhere to be until the morning. You could get used to this.

Every so often, you’d chime in with a fact about the mythology behind the names of the constellation. Poe assumed you knew these from your anthropology classes during your undergrad. Truth was, you’d learned them for him. That way you had something to add to the conversation when he was discussing astronomy, which was frequently.

It was inevitable that the tow truck did eventually show up, and your night of stargazing would end. It never seemed like two hours had gone by with just you and Poe laying there together. And just like that, your evening together was over.

When you eventually get back to your apartment, it’s past midnight and all you want to do is take a shower to get all the dust, dirt, and sweat off of you from that hell of a day you had yesterday. “Maybe I’ll call Professor Solo in the morning, see if he can take over for the day.” You think. After all, shouldn’t he be teaching his own class?

And maybe, if by some miracle your car was ready to be picked up before noon, you could return the favor by driving your boyfriend best friend to work.

You stop yourself in your tracks. God. Did I just think what I thought I did? 

Yeah. After a day like that, your brain had to be at least a little scrambled, right?

At least you didn’t say it out loud. Poe would never stop teasing you about that.

When the two of you got home after midnight, Poe was beyond exhausted. Luckily, he wasn’t scheduled to work until after noon tomorrow. Or, with it being after midnight, would that be today?

Whatever. I just need sleep, Poe thought.

But he couldn’t sleep that night. (Morning? Every time Poe thought about that it made his head hurt.) He was too wrapped up in thinking about the night you just spent stargazing together. Just laying there, talking, sharing space facts and constellation myths.

He just couldn’t get past the relationship the two of you had. No pressure, no one constantly asking when they’d get together already. Just two grad students, hanging out and having a good time together.

Maybe, Poe thought, he could even be glad his car broke down while picking up his girlfriend best friend from work.

Wait, Poe though. Not my girlfriend, my best friend. I’m not ruining our friendship because I had one thought about her that way. Besides, he continued, who knows if she’d even like me that way.

Poe did fall asleep a little while after that, but not before sending in a request to his boss for a sick day. There was no way he’d get enough sleep to go to work tomorrow.

Author Note- I appreciate any comments/likes/reblogs if you would! Also, this is my first fan fiction published on Tumblr, so please be nice (and leave constructive criticism if you have any). I’ll probably also post this to Archive of Our Own at some point, but for now it’s only on Tumblr.

I have to say, I do enjoy writing for my two idiots here. Next chapter/part will be published on 9/10, so come back for that if you like this. And if you really like this, message me to be tagged in the next part.

[innaminitus]

The one with secrets

About the series: What are you about to read is a series in a sitcom manner. This means the chapters are going to be only briefly connected to each other and you don’t have to read them all (you can start in the middle if you want and you should still be able understand what’s going on). Just as in sitcoms majority of the stories will have the beginning and the end (something like oneshots). Think of it as if you were watching Friends that I copied the title from.

AU: Hogwarts  

Pairing: Various (for now: Loki x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter summary: Tony asks you to date him, but Loki isn’t sharing your joy.

Chapter warninigs: language

Chapter word count: 1903

A/N: As always I will publish the next part when this one hits at least 100 notes. 

I want you to create this series with me! Got any idea what could happen to our pals? Let me know! Let’s make this as awesome as we can, together! I love your ideas so far asdffgh I’m changing my concept of the story a bit to fit them bc it would be a shame to not use at least some! send me more

Tag list is open. PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU’RE ASKING FOR A TAG IN THE COMMENTS OF THE MOST RECENT PART OR THROUGH ASK/PRIVATE MESSAGES (and that your blog is set on visible or I won’t be able to tag you)

Chill October air pinched your skin when you swiftly dived on your broomstick, searching for the Golden Snitch. The game was already two hours long and sweat from constant movement created little drops on your forehead, your thighs were sore and back was aching, but the Snitch kept escaping your tries.

Tony wasn’t having much luck either. Slytherin and Gryffindor were level-pegging, both teams in excellent conditions, and it seemed that the golden ball has been exercising as well, its little wings beating the air fiercely each time your fingers were inches away from it.

You grasped the handle harder. You had to win this game, there was no other way. The Quidditch Cup had to end in your hands.

You heard a screech and quickly moved to avoid the Bludger.

“Aaaaaand Y/L/N avoided the Bludger… Showed middle finger to the Gryffindor’s Beater… Danvers’s got the Quaffle! She’s passing it to- No, she’s not! She’s speeding to the posts! Ladies and gentleman, will we have a score? Will we- Yes! Slytherin scored! Quill is passing the Quaffle to Wilson… He dives under Stark, who saw the Snitch! Stark speeds on the west, Y/L/N saw the Snitch too, she’s now lining with Stark… They both have the new Nimbuses 1700, magnificent brooms- The Bludger attacks again, misses Slytherin chaser and hits the Hufflepuff stands- Stark almost has the Snitch! Ladies and gents, could it be the try that succeeds? Let me remind you, this is Seekers’ fifth try- And Stark has the- No, no, Y/L/N blocks him, he almost falls off the broom- Y/L/N rapidly flies up, leaving Stark behind- He’s not giving her much space, though, he’s just behind her- The Snitch flies very high… Wilson scores! That gives us eighty points to seventy for Gryffindor, but the Seekers are still chasing the Snitch- Stark hits Y/L/N, but she’s still on track, focused on the ball- Could it- Aaaaaand Y/L/N caught the Snitch! Slytherin wins two hundred and twenty points to eighty! Congratulations, Slytherin!”

Sweating, with a wide smile on your face you landed on the ground, but was soon knocked down by your teammates, who were laughing and cheering.

Gryffindor team landed as well and you took your Beater’s hand to get up. Tony walked to you with amused smile.

“Congrats, Y/N/L. Great game,” he said, shaking your hand.

“Thank you, Stark. Indeed it was.” You grinned and he pulled your hand, making you rapidly take a step in his direction. His lips fell on yours for a second, but enough for everyone to notice.

Thor’s smirk didn’t escape your attention when you moved away from Tony and you wanted to ask him what was that about, but Madame Hooch drove you off the pitch, saying something about being inappropriate.

*

You found an empty classroom, high in one of the towers. Blindly you sat on one of the desks, guided by Tony’s hands, as his lips eagerly gave back every kiss. You pulled his tie, bringing him closer to you, in between your legs. His fingers held your waist steadily, his tongue sneaked in between your lips and your stomach jumped at the response, every cell in your body burned with the need to touch and to be touched.

But when he reached to the buttons of your shirt, you quickly moved away.

“Tony… wait,” you sighed and he immediately stopped. You wanted to move things further, but you couldn’t if you didn’t know what was in between you. You somewhat dated for two weeks now, but you never made it official, even when it came to your private conversations. “I need to know if… What’s this?” You gesticulated on the separating you air. “What are we?”

“Two people… having fun?” He raised a brow and you parted your lips. You’ve never felt such disappointment. If he wanted to have fun, he could play with any other girl. You pushed him away and wanted to jump off the table, but he grabbed your thighs and sat you back with a chuckle. “I’m just kidding…”

You wanted to jinx him, but instead you just crossed your arms.

“Fine, then what?”

He looked down, at his thumbs caressing your thighs. Your heart was beating unsteadily when he parted your legs again and stepped closer, your noses almost touching.

“I thought that maybe… you’re my girlfriend and I am your boyfriend? Still having fun?”

A wide smile bloomed on your face.

“Sounds good.” You raised your head a little to kiss him, he held your face in his hands, pulling you even closer.

When your kisses became more passionate, your shaky fingers began to clumsily unbutton his shirt, his mouth fell on your neck and sucked a hickey on it.

The door opened rapidly and you quickly jumped off each other.

“Naughty brats, eh? Thinkin’ you can hide and be obscene in my school?” Filch spat out.

But even the blisters you got on your hands from scraping the floor in girls’ bathroom as detention and losing twenty points didn’t wipe your grin away.

*

When you finally left the bathroom you aimed Slytherin common room to change, but heard a familiar voice coming from around the corner. Loki was talking to Thor, but the angry voice of your friend made you hesitate whether you should interrupt them. You hid behind one of the pillars.

“Just tell me, brother!”

“And what if you were right?” Thor asked after a second of silence. “What would it change?”

“Everything.”

He sounded… hopeless. It was the voice that always made you want to hold him close and never let go.

“Loki…”

“Tell me!”

You heard a sigh.

“Fine. You guessed it. You’re right.”

“You fucking Gryffindors…” Loki hissed and you heard him run down the stairs.

You furrowed and walked out of your hiding spot to find Thor shaking his head.

“What was that?” You asked him and he quickly turned to you.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” The smirk on his face was weirdly similar to the one he gave you on the Quidditch pitch.

Knowing far too well that you wouldn’t be able to get anything more out of him, you walked down the stairs, haunted by the thoughts of Loki being hurt. Why couldn’t everything be fine once more like when you were children? You finally dated Tony, Loki should be happy, too. Your only misery should be NEWTs.

You entered the common room and saw your friends talking to each other. It seemed that Loki already told Nat what was going on and she was trying to give him the best advice she could, although she looked a bit clueless as well. You walked to them and sat on the chair next to them.

“What’s going on?” You asked when they both fell silent.

“Nothing,” Loki muttered, peaking at Nat who nodded.

“Come on, I can see that something’s wrong.” You laid your hand on his.

“I’m telling you that everything’s fine.” He slid his fingers away from yours.

You frowned and clenched your fists.

“You know what? You are all ridiculous. No one talks to me about anything. I thought we were friends.” You got up. “To your information Tony asked me to be his girlfriend. Seems like he’s the only one courageous enough to talk freely about his feelings.”

When you walked away you heard a silent, miserable squirm and Nat’s soft voice telling him that it will be okay. If they wanted to keep their secrets to themselves, fine. But lying to you was not fine.

You were so afraid that you would lose your closest friend, and yet the thought of talking with him about it was terrifying to you. You didn’t want him to confess his feelings for you, because it would mean that you’d have to deal with your own as well, and even though you did feel something for him, you weren’t sure what this something was.

The truth was, you missed your friend. You missed simple times when you didn’t have to worry whether your friendship was in danger and it all was too much for you.

You finally reached your dream, you dated Tony Stark himself, and yet it just seemed unbelievable when Loki didn’t accept your relationship. You needed him to be a part of your life, and yet he just kept pushing you away. He’s never kept secrets from you, just as you always confessed to him.

That one damned kiss was enough to ruin everything you cared for.

In your dormitory, you dug out a sheet of parchment and a quill and scribbled down a note.

We need to talk. You know the place and hour.  

With a flick of your wand the note disappeared and showed up on Loki’s pillow.

The place was Astronomy Tower, the hour was midnight. It was your go-to place when you had to talk or plan a mischief since second year.

He showed up punctually, wearing his black pyjamas, bags under his eyes big enough to hold a ton of sorrows. He slowly walked to you, sat down on the cold floor and followed your gaze up to the sky.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked silently, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Us.” You shrugged, determined to keep your eyes locked on the stars.

“So it’s ‘us’ now?” He laughed bitterly. “Not you and Tony?”

“Why are you jealous? We are friends, I thought you would be happy to know that I am.”

He turned to you and you forced yourself to look at him as well.

“I am not jealous, I’m… furious.” He clenched his jaw, you could see the muscles working in his cheeks. “He ruined everything between us-“

“He? He ruined?” You raised your brows. “How come? It’s you who keeps pushing me away, not other way around.”

“If you weren’t so blindly in love with him, you would see how he really is,” he spat out. “Manipulative.”

“And how do you know him so well, huh?”

“Thor told me enough.”

Your blood was boiling in your veins. He was so unfair.

“Just because you don’t like Tony-“

“He took you away from me, how can I like him?! Barely a month ago I still had a friend, and now you left me with nothing.” His cheeks were burning from anger.

“We shouldn’t have kissed in that closet.” You shook your head. “Can’t you see how bad thing are between us since then?”

“Things are bad because you abandoned me, not because I kissed you.”

“God! You just don’t understand, do you?” You hid your face in your hands for a second, trying to cool down. “I took a step back, because you scared me back there! Because I fucking liked the kiss and didn’t know how to react when you got hard!”

He turned pale, his jaw still clenched so hard, his teeth could shatter any second. “So what, I disgust you now?”

“Wha- That’s not what I said, you’re putting words in my mouth!”

He got up and shook his head.

“Yeah, I guess you prefer Tony in your mouth.”

You blushed awfully, but he was already heading the exit.

“You know what? Fuck your ass! I don’t need you anyway!” You shouted after him, a fierce shut of the door was his only response.

Tears flew down your burning cheeks. Everything was a nightmare.  

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[dusk-realm]

Chrysanthemum [Chapter 3: The Wand Chooses the Master]

Chapter 1: https://dusk-realm.tumblr.com/post/181935653630/chrysanthemum-part-1-light-heart-heavy-heart

Chapter 2: https://dusk-realm.tumblr.com/post/182501082445/chrysanthemum-part-2-caught-in-a-lie

Tagging: @featurelengthfics

A/N: some of the descriptions appearing here are directly borrowed or paraphrased from https://www.pottermore.com/

A/N 2: Also! :D criticism, opinions and reblogging is completely okay and very welcomed in this blog!

The whole faculty was gathered in the staff room, which was filled with scandalised voices and scattered protests. One of the most audible ones was Pomona Sprout’s:

‘From the Astronomy Tower! Oh no, no, my poor flower… Miss (Y/L/N) is such a quiet student! I bet nothing of this would have ever happened if she had been sorted into Hufflepuff! Severus Snape, you are the Head of Slytherin, how could this go unseen for you?!’

The professor opened his mouth to protest, but Albus acted first by ordering silence with a loud clap of his hands. I do not get into all of these dunderheads’ dim brains.

‘Settle down, everyone. It is not the right time to throw accusations to one another, but to find a way to help this poor soul.’

‘Have you owled her parents?’ Severus asked. Albus fell deadly quiet for a second, and so did the rest of the room.

‘There is no one to owl to, Severus. She is an orphan without any relatives. That is why we must do everything in our hands to aid her.’

Severus shifted uncomfortably in his own seat.

I should have known.

It seemed so obvious now, he felt utterly stupid for not noticing before

I should have realised it then. The moment she entered my class without a cauldron. When I saw that she had not bought any of the ingredients from the apothecary. When she repeated the course. When I noticed that she never had any mail. When she would stay at Hogwarts Christmas after Christmas. When she wouldn’t join conversations and talk about herself like the other kids did. 

A snap from Albus’ fingers dragged him out of his self-imposed guilt trip and placed him back into reality.

‘First things first, as Head of Slytherin, I am entrusting you the task of taking her to Diagon Alley today. You will drop this wand at Ollivanders’ and purchase her own one. Clear?’

Severus gave a stiff nod as only response.

‘You will use floo powder from my office. After that, you shall take her back to the castle and bring her to this room,’ -another nod from Severus- ‘finally, since she has no place to go to during the summer, I have decided that the best for her is that you take her in, Severus.’

‘Me?’ He scowled.

‘Yes, you.’

‘Albus! I don’t think that is suitable for such a delicate girl!’ Pomona objected. Snape sneered at her, but Dumbledore continued, since he didn’t open his mouth again.

‘She will be perfectly fine, dear Pomona, worry not. Furthermore,’ -he continued solemnly- ‘ Hogwarts will be providing an allowance until she finishes her studies here, so she is not left helpless again. Is everything clear?’

Some murmurs could be heard in the room, manifesting a generalized concern. Yes, Snape was the Head of the girl's House, and yes, Dumbledore trusted him, but the fame that Snape had earned himself amongst the students was of common knowledge in the room, which made them doubt whether he was a suitable person or not to take care of a student, especially an orphan one. The Headmaster, on the contrary, believed that a symbiosis would be conceived. On one side, young Miss (Y/L/N) would enjoy the company of Severus’ steady nature while benefiting from his profound knowledge in Potions, one of the subjects she topped at.  On other side, Severus would not only find (Y/N)’s tranquil temper agreeable, but also, her presence would allow the professor to work on his own sensitivity and empathy.

‘Yes, Headmaster.’ Snape’s deep voice quieted the murmurs before he got up and headed to the Hospital Wing.

In the meanwhile, Madam Pomfrey had tried to convince (Y/N) to eat, to persuade her, to spoon-feed her and seeing that none of her attempts worked out, the nurse was lecturing the teenager on the importance of nutrition and its role on growth when Snape made his theatrical entry, interrupting the monologue.

‘Get up, we’re leaving.’ He dryly ordered. (Y/N)’s heart fell into her boots and her stomach twisted. She felt genuine fear creeping from within her body outwards, paralyzing her muscles and forming a lump in her throat.

It had to be him, right? He had to be Head. Well I’m getting expelled that’s for sure. There’s no way he could ever tolerate this indiscipline. I’m a disgrace to Slytherin anyway.

Nevertheless, (Y/N) got out of bed and put on her shoes with shaky hands before returning the professor his cape. Snape put the cloak on and stormed out of the room with the girl following, basically running away from Madam Pomfrey even if it meant going with Snape, the devil himself for most students. The girl did not ask any questions, much to Snape’s relief, who led her silently to Dumbledore’s office.

The director awaited there, feeding Fawkes. He turned around and motioned the couple in with his free hand.

‘Ah, Severus, (Y/N), come in.’

(Y/N) stayed half-hidden behind Snape, terrified of what was to come and at the same time fascinated seeing a phoenix for the first time. It was approximately the size of a swan. It looked like a raptor, only that its plumage was a flaring crimson combined with long, golden, glittering tail feathers.

‘Would you care for a sherbet lemon?’ Albus offered, pointing at a dish on his desk.

‘N-no, thank you.’ (Y/N) rejected sheepishly, aware that this was not the best moment to be eating sweets. Probably it wasn’t the time to be staring at the Headmaster’s pet when she had such an uncertain academical future awaiting her, but she couldn’t really avoid it. Thankfully, neither Snape nor Dumbledore reprimanded her.

‘As you prefer,’ -Dumbledore took one for himself and offered one to Severus, who didn’t even acknowledge the offering- ‘I am quite fond of these myself.’

Snape rolled his eyes in irritation, accompanying the gesture with a low, guttural growl.

‘Don’t be so impatient, Severus. We have all day.’ The old man reprimanded before handing him (Y/N)’s wand.

‘(Y/N), have you ever used floo powder?’

That’s it, they’re taking me to the Ministry.

‘No, I haven’t.’

‘Come, come, I’ll show you.’

(Y/N) followed Dumbledore submissively to the fireplace. She felt somewhat insecure as she was being forced to walk away from Snape’s side. She felt more secure by his side after the events of earlier that day, although she couldn’t really put her finger on why, since she had been terrified until just one minute ago. The Headmaster held in front of her an opened box between his decrepit hands.

‘The only thing you must do is take a handful of this powder, step into the fireplace and pronounce your destination as you release them.’

‘Alright…’ (Y/N) felt a big hand in the middle of her back, pushing her forwards.

‘After you.’ Professor Snape hurried, as the girl took a fistful of powder and stepped into the fireplace.

‘B-but where are we going?’ She asked, panicking a little.

‘Diagon Alley.’ The professor answered.

(Y/N) felt taken aback, but she pronounced the words clearly and loudly, as Dumbledore had instructed, and her body vanished between green flames.

Professor Snape appeared hardly a second later in the same place as (Y/N) had. She waited patiently and more serenely, as curiosity had replaced fear little by little. Out of all the places they could have sent her to, why Diagon Alley?

‘Professor,’ -The little Slytherin called, only continuing after she had his attention- ‘ where are we going exactly?’ She timidly asked.

‘You’ll see in no time. Now let’s go.’ Was his answer, before he began walking in long strides and almost getting lost in the middle of the crowd in the street. Thankfully, his height helped (Y/N) to keep track of him, although she didn’t know the path they were following until Snape stopped in front of a shop.

‘Ollivanders? What are we doing here, Professor?’

As always, Snape disregarded her question and entered the tiny shop.

‘Aah, Professor Snape, welcome, welcome how can I help you?’

(Y/N) recognized Mr. Ollivander: he was an old man, with big shining eyes that made him look like a lunatic in the messy, gloomy shop. Snape advanced to the counter taking (Y/N)’s wand out of somewhere in his robes and gently placed it on the counter.

‘Miss (Y/L/N) accidentally crossed paths with this wand. It is time it comes back to its… rightful master.’ He explained, Mr. Ollivander took the wand with care and examined it.

‘Hmm… Let’s see what we have here… Acacia wood, phoenix feather core… ah, such a finicky wand, must’ve been a pain to deal with it. Acacia woods refuse to produce magic for any but their owner. Not even a single spark, sometimes. Phoenix cores are often picky with their master as well...’

At that moment, a loud shuffle could be heard from within the back shop, followed by a sound of several boxes hitting the floor all at the same time.

‘Oh, I believe there is someone very excited to meet you, Miss (Y/L/N).’ Ollivander disappeared in the back with a merry chuckle. The wooden box must have jumped straight to his hands or something like that because he was back in no time.

‘Here you go…’ -he opened the long wooden box, letting (Y/N) see her meant-to-be wand, which was shaking as if in anticipation- ‘Apple wood, Unicorn hair core, 11 ¼’’ in length, supple flexibility. Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. Now, we have a curious combination here… Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts, just like applewood. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands, although the wand wood may compensate, and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.’

Without knowing, (Y/N) was slouching on the counter, admiring her wand but too astonished to touch it. Ollivander’s speech had her almost hypnotized; Severus observed how these two were lost in their own world and allowed a tiny smile to tug at the corner his lips.

‘I talked for so long! Come on, why don’t you try it? Take it!’ Mr. Ollivander encouraged. The moment (Y/N) touched the wand, it stopped moving only to let out little sparks that resembled fireworks. The girl chuckled lightly in amusement, while the seller nodded and smiled.

‘It’s settled then!’ Severus motioned and left a few coins on the counter. Mr. Ollivander went to give him the change, but Severus was already leaving with a dumbfounded (Y/N) sticking behind.

‘B-but Professor! Professor Snape!’ She chased outside of the shop, struggling to keep up with his pace.

‘Yes?’ He responded, looking down at her with his eyebrows raised and a slightly quizzical expression.

‘You just… did you just…’

‘Get it together, Miss (Y/L/N)’

‘W-why did you just purchase my wand for me?’ She managed to stammer. As they arrived at their starting point from earlier, Severus took out a little box of floo powder, again, from somewhere within his robes.

‘Come on, you know what to do.’

‘Please, answer me.’ (Y/N) insisted, but grabbed a handful of powder anyway without much protest.

‘Dumbledore’s orders. Now go.’

‘Hogwarts!’ The girl enunciated before vanishing once again. Severus did the same immediately after, reappearing in Dumbledore’s fireplace

‘Come on, there is something else we must do.’ Severus ordered as he saw the girl expecting his arrival.

‘What is it?’ She inquired in a curious tone.

‘Wouldn’t you like to try your new wand before summer vacation? You won’t be able to do any magic with it until school resumes.’

‘Oh, you’re right… I’m not confident in my skills, though. I… I haven’t been able to cast anything at all in these years… Professor, do you think I’ll be able to do it?’

‘You heard Mr. Ollivander. It was probably the wand refusing-- to obey-- an usurpator.’

‘Yeah, but still…’

‘But nothing. Come, the rest of the professors are waiting.’ He cut off. They had already arrived at the door of the staff room, which Severus opened for her. There awaited Dumbledore, presiding the reunion with Professor McGonagall sitting by his right. (Y/N) didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the teachers except Professor Sprout, who seemed a bit overjoyed by her presence. There were a few of empty spots, through which the Slytherin student could identify a white feather resting on the table, and Professor Flitwick standing on top of his chair, in front of the feather.

‘Miss (Y/L/N), mind to show off that brand new wand of yours?’ (Y/N) smiled warmly and let the table see the wand.

‘It’s... it’s applewood, unicorn hair core,  11 ¼’’ in length, supple flexibility.’ She recited, trying not let her newly found pride slip through her words.

‘That is a very curious combination, Miss (Y/L/N), a powerful one, actually. I believe Professor Flitwick is willing to see you using it,’ - he gestured towards an evidently excited Flitwick- ‘do not fear, this is not a test. We are simply giving you the opportunity to experience your own talent before you go.’

(Y/N) hesitated: she looked at Snape, right behind her, and Flitwick, in front of her, consecutively. Flitwick smiled warmly at her, aware of how difficult it might look for the girl.

‘Miss (Y/L/N), do you think that you could do this feather levitate? Remember the charm?’

‘Wingardium Leviosa.’ She answered without a hint of hesitation.

‘Very nice, give it a try. Remember that the course has ended, don’t be afraid of failing your attempt, it won’t have any negative repercussions.’

(Y/N) nodded and focused her intense gaze on the feather. She felt her ears throb of how strong and fast her pulse was at the moment. She breathed out before squaring her shoulders up, her wand pointing firmly at the feather. Although she was not conscious of it, there were several eyes watching her closely. Flitwick observed her particularly closely, taking some mental notes. The perfectly straight stance that the girl had adopted was enough to make Snape raise his eyebrows; it was evident that her posture was impeccable, denoting how restlessly she had trained, how hard she hard tried to produce just any token of magical power, how much she had studied and rehearsed the charms she had learned during her residence at Hogwarts.

‘Wingardium Leviosa’ She finally pronounced, very clearly. She waved her wand with delicacy, elegantly tracing the movements in the air. The feather immediately began smoothly levitating, following the trajectory of the point of the wand.

‘Ah! I.. I did it! I DID IT PROFESSOR!!’ The Slytherin exclaimed in pure excitement, turning around beaming and hopping on her place. Her eyes were suddenly filled with joy, enthusiasm, they looked bright, vivid, big, full of illusion, they didn’t look dull anymore, they were a window to her revitalized soul. Severus couldn’t help returning her a smile, seeing how the colour of her iris had changed, how dull it was before and how it shined now.

‘Good job.’ He managed to mutter placing his slender hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Flitwick had jumped off the chair he was standing on and trotted towards them.

‘Miss (Y/L/N)! That was magnificent!’ (Y/N) kneeled down in front of him, the professor took both of her hands- ‘I haven’t seen anyone cast a charm with such grace, and so steady! You are truly one of a kind, Miss, come on, I- everyone! would like to see more.’

And with that, almost everyone got engaged in playing little games, casting spells and transforming things. (Y/N) truly enjoyed that moment; she had practised endlessly for the past two years, and she was suddenly unveiling her own capacities, she was finally discovering magic.

Severus watched from afar, with his arms crossed and his chest almost unnoticeably puffed. Almost. Dumbledore elbowed his torso and gave him one of his signature smiles.

‘What.’

‘She is talented,’ -Snape didn’t answer- ‘you must be proud of your pupil. Bring her to my office later before leaving, I’ve arranged her belongings to be there. And watch out, Filius seems very eager to steal your apprentice.’

Severus grunted, making Dumbledore chuckle.

‘Too early to decide whether she should be my apprentice, don’t you think?’

‘That, we will see in due time.’

Severus waited for long, letting her play as much as she wanted until she was worn-out and eventually came back to him on her own.

‘Done playing around?’

She only gave off a soft giggle, maintaining his gaze. Snape was a bit taken aback, but soon recovered his usual scowling.

‘Dumbledore wants to speak to you in his office.’

‘Oh, really? Should I go right now?’

‘At your soonest.’ Well, not like Dumbledore had requested it, but that was enough fun for the teenager. He felt a dash of discomfort, dreading the moment she had more fun with spells than brewing, losing her interest in potions, and hence in his subject, in pursuit of that damned, foolish wand-waving.

‘I’ll be heading then.’ She replied, waving goodbye at Professors McGonagall and Flitwick.

Both of them waved at the girl, who left with Severus following. McGonagall stared at the back of the latter.

‘Filius, do you think she will be okay?’

‘Minerva,’ - the short man smiled brightly- ‘Dumbledore trusts him completely, I think you should let him do as he finds pertinent. Severus is a complex man, but precisely for that reason, he is the best suited to understand what Miss (Y/L/N) needs.’

Finally, McGonagall gave in and let out a soft sigh, watching the last inch of black cloak slip through the door and the sound of footsteps fade away.

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Lasabrjotr Chaper 16: First Steps

Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Mentions of war, mentions of past death Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not yet) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Art Thou Ready For More Worldbuilding, Here Have Some Headcanons, Loki Is Still Keeping Some Secrets, What Else Is New, Loki Might Be Inflating His Accomplishments, Just A Bit, And Loki’s Like: Hey I Like You, Have A Knife As A Sign Of My Affection, Reader Likes To MUNCH, Reader Needs To Pay Attention. Summary:  Loki may prefer words over action, but some things can only be conveyed by deeds.

Loki entered your room to find you pacing back and forth, frazzled and anxious. He noticed the knife bundle sitting on the desk, and the tear tracks on your cheeks as you turned to confront him.

“Your Highness, I might have been out of line before, but you just keep-“

“Sh-sh.” He interrupted, pressing a long finger to your lips. You pulled away with an irritated growl. “I have come to make up for Surtr.” He explained, and handed you a plate of bread, slathered with your favorite jams. So, he had finally recognized your fixation on food, and thought he could bribe you with it.

Well…he might be right. You accepted the plate, but said nothing.

“There are some things I would like to discuss with you. Sit. Rest. You’ll wear a rut in the floor.”

He sat you down on the bed, and took a place next to you, rubbing your back lightly. Why did he think that was okay? Why did you never have the courage to tell him otherwise?

“This is a Frost Giant.” He said, and the image of a tall, long limbed person with powder blue skin and bright red eyes sprung into being, next to an image of himself, for comparison. The giant would easily be around ten feet tall in life, somewhere between his previous images of Gerd and Ran. It had raised markings on its skin, a little like cracks in ice, and its features were sharp and chiseled.

“They live on a planet that is entirely frozen over. It has deep oceans, and no actual land, just ice all over the surface. I believe there is a moon in your planetary system that is extremely similar to Jotunheim, and it is speculated that the planet may have once been a moon itself, torn from its former orbit, and flung out into a new one. Jotunheim is as small as a moon, and rotates retrograde. That is, backwards, compared to all the other planets in its system. It’s also situated in a part of the system where no other terrestrial planets formed, held in place by the orbital resonances of two gas giants.”

A wave of his hand brought forth a beautiful blue-white orb, crossed with blue cracks. There was a terrible blackened scar partway around the equator, like an enormous canyon.

“What happened there?”

He paused, appearing to be thinking his words over carefully.

“There are some tremendous destructive forces in the universe. Jotunheim was unfortunate enough to find itself in the path of such a thing.”

Your astronomy book had mentioned things like solar flares and gamma ray bursts. And even Earth hadn’t been spared from things like giant meteor strikes.

“As you may already know, Jotnar like to colonize worlds just as much as Asgard did, and we encountered many kinds in many places. Some were hostile, some were not, often within the same group. However, the Frost Giants were entirely hostile to us, and we’ve never known anything but war with them. My father…” He shifted next to you. “My father thought to broker peace with them, but his plans…backfired.”

The illusory Frost Giant returned, as Loki continued on about the ecology of Jotunheim, but you found yourself wondering if this individual, with his sharp, craggy features, actually represented a real person.

“Does he have a name?” You wondered aloud.

“What?” Loki asked. You hadn’t actually meant to interrupt him, but so many of his little illusions represented real people: Freyr, Ran, Surtr.

“Is this a real person? Does he have a name?”

Loki paused. “He…was a real person. His name was Laufey. He was the king of Jotunheim.”

“The whole planet? How does one guy rule a whole planet?”

“Ruthlessly.”

“Sounds like he’s maybe not around anymore.” He’d said ‘was’ quite a few times.

“He is not. He attempted to murder the Allfather in his sleep, and I…I slew him.”

“Oh.” It was hard to think of. You knew, of course, that Loki had killed people. He’d done so on Earth, so naturally, he’d surely done so on other planets. Asgard had influenced the old Norse cultures for eons, and those cultures had become famous for their great warriors. As a warrior himself, it only made sense that Loki would have seen battle.

But with the tender way he handled you, it was just hard to think of. Like the Loki who came to Earth those years ago was a different person. Like the Loki in your mythology book was a different person. How many different people could exist inside the same man?

“Just as I slew Surtr. I dislike threats to Asgard.”

“What? That fire giant? He must’ve been as big as a mountain, how did you even begin to go about killing that?”

“Surtr was extremely full of himself and the importance of fulfilling his ‘destiny’. He didn’t seem to realize that his supposed destiny would end his life. Or perhaps he didn’t care. I simply set into motion the series of events that would lead to his death. You see, not every confrontation can be solved by a hammer to the face. Sometimes, finesse is the only real weapon you have. Sometimes the right word at the right time is far more effective than a frontal assault. And sometimes it is best to let your enemy destroy himself.”

Loki left your side briefly, to retrieve the little bundle from the desk. A gift? He’d said before that he wanted to present it properly, but you hadn’t thought much about it since, moments later, he had summoned a fire monster to wreck up the room.

So this was how Loki apologized. Not with words, but with capitulation. Every time he had done something that he later realized had wronged you, he then gave you something he thought you wanted or needed.

After kidnapping you, he gave you a room within his own quarters. How many Asgardians might jump for such an honor? After inflicting you with a magical bond that made you weak and sick, he gave you his own living energy. You had no idea if it was draining him, or if it was uncomfortable; he never once complained about it. After interrupting your lesson on Svartalfheim in the library, and arguing with you he gave you a private lesson on the subject, and after unleashing an illusory monster upon your room, he was giving you the information on the Frost Giants that you had originally wanted.

Now he had a gift for you, which he unwrapped and lay down in your lap. On the cloth was a knife in a black sheath. A weapon. He was actually giving you a weapon?

The book was wrong. It had to be.

But what if it wasn’t?

You drew the knife from its sheath. The leather that made it up was worn, and seemed a little mismatched, but the blade itself was shiny and clean, as if it were new. It felt a little big for you, a little heavy in your hand.

“This is the blade that failed to slay you. It is a cultural treasure, so I expect you to care for it well. It’s yours now, and I will teach you how to use it.”

This was the same knife? If it was a treasure, should you even have it?

“I shouldn’t keep something if it’s precious. And do you even have time to teach me anything else?”

You hadn’t had a lesson in magic for a while now. How could he tutor you in two subjects when he didn’t even have time for one?

“I will make time. Things keep coming up, but I will make time. Are you feeling well enough to accompany me to another meeting?”

“I don’t know.” He made it sound like a date or some kind of formal occasion. “It’s so boring that it hurts.”

“Oh yes, sometimes. That is one of the many burdens of my job. What if I promised a nice dinner afterwards? Something a little fancy?”

“What kind of fancy?” Everything you had eaten so far had been delicious, and, while simple, it was still miles above the ramen, processed cheese sandwiches, and condensed soup that made up your usual diet. What was fancier than that?

You hoped it wasn’t anything too weird. There were some foods associated with the rich that simply sounded unappetizing, like caviar or foie gras.

“Lamb is common here, and the first harvest of laukas should be served up tonight as well. Want to be the first Midgardian ever to taste an Asgardian vegetable? I’m sure you will like them.”

Yes, he had you figured out all right. Food had always been a weakness of yours; even moreso after the Event.

“Okay…” He was giving you choices, which would have been a good sign, except that he only seemed to give you choices that he knew you would agree too. He was obviously trying to make it easier for you to say ‘yes’ to him, than ‘no’.

Loki is a master manipulator, seeing everyone and everything as a game to be played. So clever is he, that he can maneuver anyone into the position he wants them to be in, and many might just thank him for the opportunity to be used. Or so the book said.

“Then come along. Here.” He helped you fasten the knife to your braided belt, then offered his arm to lead you out into the hallway. “Your interest in the other races of the universe is commendable, _____. You seem to have such an easy time accepting it all. But I want a promise from you. In the unlikely event that you ever cross paths with a Jotun of any kind, I want you to stay away from them and hide. At least until someone can confirm that they are safe. It’s true that many Jotnar are non-hostile or even friendly to Asgardians, but you are not Asgardian. And if you know what differences to look for, your humanity is obvious, no matter how much like us you may appear. Will you promise me this? You don’t have to hate anybody, just show proper caution. A Jotun might crush you without even knowing you were there.”

“I…I guess that sounds reasonable.” You conceded. “I mean, when am I ever going to meet one? They probably don’t even know Earth exists.”

“Would that that were true.” He said, leading you into a slightly different meeting room than the one you’d been in before. This one seemed prepared for large groups or presentations, with a horseshoe-shaped table setup, and an old projector, like the ones used when you were in school. You glanced up at him, waiting for an explanation. He sighed.

“You’re probably not going to like this. You’ve made your opinions on colonization rather clear, and I’m inclined to agree with you to a certain extent, however…”

“Oh. Oh, were we…?”

“No. But we did try. And we weren’t the only ones. All the nine realms know of Midgard, and most of them have tried to colonize this world at some point. It is a most tempting realm. And yet, all have failed. Humans are so numerous, and reproduce so quickly. You go to war eagerly, for any reason. And you adapt to nearly any situation, even though you are weak and fragile compared to all of the rest of the peoples of the Nine Realms. Eight. Eight Realms.”

“The way you describe us sometimes…Are we scary to the rest of you?”

He scoffed. “I have no fear of you, if that’s what you’re asking. But it rather depends on how you look at things, doesn’t it? Longer lived races have fewer numbers, by necessity. But humans come in hordes, always. The sheer number of you is nearly unfathomable. You progress quickly. A mere eight thousand years from copper tools to space travel? Unheard of. That’s barely three Asgardian generations. It would be like you learning how to flake obsidian into blades with no idea what a planet even is…and then your grandchildren are sending robots to Mars.

“I sometimes think Odin claimed this place as one of the Realms, just to keep you contained. You might take this amiss, but if I try to think from his point of view, the notion of humans colonizing other worlds would be terrifying. You move so quickly. You adapt to so many living conditions. You would spread so fast. You know, the Frost Giants were the last to try to colonize this place?”

He pulled a chair out for you, right at the head of the table, next to him. Were you going to be involved in something here? You didn’t belong in that chair.

You sat down.

“They used a very powerful device to alter the landscape around them into ice. Didn’t slow the humans down at all. Multiple human civilizations continue to live in frozen lands. Your entire species developed and spread during a glacial period. Humans caused the Frost Giants so much difficulty that it allowed the Asgardian armies to not only drive them back, but to invade Jotunheim itself. They stole some important things from the Frost Giants, including the device, and that allowed us to force a peace with them, as well as declare Midgard as off limits. And so the races of the Eight Realms just sort of ignored the place. Until now, of course.”

He took his seat next to you, riffling through a small stack of papers on the table in front of him.

“Were you there?”

He paused. “…Yes…Barely. I was no more than an infant at the time. I have no recollection.”

“Oh. Um, should I do anything while I’m sitting here? I shouldn’t talk to anyone, should I?”

“You just watch and perhaps learn something. Our first guest won’t cause you any real trouble.”

The first guest turned out to be Beli, the old skaldic teacher you had seen a few days ago. He hailed you both with an elegant bow, and launched into speech. To your surprise, Loki began to translate for you.

“There’s an Asgardian holiday coming up soon; Buridag, held in honor of my great-grandfather, who built Asgard. Normally, the royal family throws a celebration for it, but we are going to have to do things a little differently this decade. Beli here is suggesting that Thor and I align ourselves to that cause, since we too, are building Asgard. I think it’s a good idea. The people need pride, and a reason to celebrate the future, as well as the past. What do you think?”

He was asking you? You had no idea. You had just now heard of this holiday; you couldn’t really understand its cultural significance.

“That sounds like a good idea, to start with.” You said. “I’m assuming you can’t throw the customary celebration because of the costs?”

“Unfortunately.” Loki said. “Our finances are limited for now. We aren’t suffering on a day-to-day basis or anything, but supporting a nation-wide holiday is a bit beyond us currently.”

“Right. So maybe everybody has to pitch in, right? You could…you could make a special kind of participation event. It’s building Asgard right? So pick a building that needs to get finished. Everybody works on it. Everyone puts up one board, or lays one tile, or one shingle, or something. The whole community builds one building, and that’s the main holiday event.”

Loki stared at you like he’d never seen you before, subdued delight spreading across his features.

“You…treasure! I am never letting you go!” You flinched back from the words, but he was already relaying your idea to Beli, who took it up with enthusiasm.

“Yes, of course, with the supervision of the engineers.” Loki was saying. “Even someone with no building experience should be able to put a nail in a board with their oversight. My brother and I can do the foundations, yes that seems appropriate…”

You were never going home. You would never, ever get to leave this place again. Had he even planned to let you leave in the first place, or had he decided, somewhere along the way, that he wouldn’t allow you to go?

The flow of excited planning faded away as you drew further into yourself.   Could you really be sure he hadn’t put this mark on you on purpose? How could you possibly know that he hadn’t lied about everything? You didn’t feel as though you had a handle on anything in your life right now; it was all just him leading you along. He had never meant for you to go back to your home, your own life. He’d taken it all.

“-Would that be alright?” He was asking. You jerked your head to look at him, seeing his expectant expression. You hadn’t heard a word he had said.

“Uh, yeah. That would be fine.” Well, you had to say something!

“Excellent!” The delight remained on his face, suffused with pride. In you? In himself, most likely. “We will arrange something proper for you, something spectacular, don’t you worry.”

Crap, what had you just agreed to?

Beli tried once again to schedule his class appointment, but was interrupted by a stern Einherjar. He said something in a quiet, terse manner, staring directly at you.

Loki sat up very straight. “Unfortunately, esteemed teacher, this will have to wait a little longer. Our guest’s attacker may have just been found.”

[emkayoh]

Spider-Man: Homecoming Fic Recs

Alright, I snapped y’all. I’m blown away by the quality of writing in this fandom and I want to share some of my absolute faves that I’ve found. Especially since I haven’t really seen any fic recs and these fics deserve to be spread like wildfire. So here are my top favorite reads, mostly Tony and Peter centered because of course. 

(Under the cut because this is looooooong):

How to Repair a Broken Heart by InfluentialPineapple (WIP)

Summary: The Mechanic has a lot on his plate; Thanos is coming, the Guardians of the Galaxy are marooned, Thaddeus Ross is reaching right down his throat, and a budding super hero deserves his full attention. He's also dying. No big deal. He can fix it. He can fix anything.

And he can do it all without even opening that stupid phone.

Now, where did those notes on Extremis go...?

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: Mature

Notes: Holy shit, y’all. This is definitely my favorite fanfiction... ever. Out of everything I’ve ever read. It’s still a WIP so beware of that, but I am extremely confident in the author’s ability to finish it. And honestly, it’s well worth reading even if it isn’t finished. It has some of the most spot-on characterization, an amazing plot that rivals whatever Marvel cooks up for Infinity War, and glorious writing. 10/10 I am in the fandom for this fic specifically. (Warning: Violence, torture, lots of death.)

The Long Way Round by undeerqueen

Summary: Tony wants him to hold on. Peter just wants to go home.

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: General Audiences

Notes: Okay, warning... this is a death fic. But it’s my favorite death fic ever written. It’s so beautifully written in a way that keeps you hanging on until the very end and leaves a hole in your heart that never goes away. If you’re like me and enjoy that kind of stuff, please, please, please for the love of god, read this fic. (Edit: This is a whole series now!!! Even more pain abounds.)

three words that became hard to say (i and love and you) by madasthesea

Summary: Tony likes giving gifts to prove his love, but they don't usually have four paws and a tail.

AKA: Tony, Peter, and a dog named Maggie learn how to be a family.

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: General Audiences

Notes: I’m crying???? I’m usually not a fan of fics that kill off May so that Peter and Tony can be a family because she deserves better than that, but this fic is the ONLY exception. May isn’t cast aside as unimportant, Tony struggles to make Peter accept him as his new guardian, and there’s a dog! What could be better than that? (Edit: It’s a whole series now!! Tears from beginning to end.)

Everyone You’ve Ever Loved by JBS_Forever

Summary: “You will lose, Tony Stark,” the man says. “You have taken everything from me. Now I'm going to take everything from you.”

(Or: A masked-man threatens to destroy everyone Tony Stark has ever cared about. He starts by taking Peter.)

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: General Audiences

Notes: I honestly had a hard time picking out a JBS_Forever fic to include in this rec list, because everything they write is amazing and I recommend all of it, but this fic stands out. It’s a classic “Peter gets kidnapped and Tony has to save him” fic, which is a favorite trope of mine lol (are you noticing a pattern with the fics I tend to like?) It’s a oneshot but it’s MASSIVE and really realistically portrayed. I love how she writes Tony and Peter and I was holding my breath the whole time. 

Astronomy In Reverse by pansley (WIP)

Summary: A year after the Winter Soldier failed his mission in DC, Bucky Barnes is doing his best to stay under the radar from both Hydra and Steve Rogers. His hope for a peaceful day-to-day life in limbo goes awry, however, when he meets Queens’ newest hero; a pure-hearted kid with a death wish and a ridiculous pair of red and blue pajamas.

The last thing Steve expects when he finally tracks Bucky down is that, not only has the man been living in Queens all this time, right under his nose, but also that, in the two years since they last saw each other, Bucky somehow acquired a kid.

Alternatively: How Peter Parker effectively fucks over Bucky Barnes, and also totally saves him.

Relationship: Bucky and Peter

Rating: Teen

Notes: I guess I should mix things up a bit and rec one that isn’t a Tony and Peter fic! This one took me by surprise. I read it because I was intrigued by the relationship tag between Bucky and Peter and didn’t know how it would work. Spoiler: It works very well. It’s so different from a Tony fic but it’s so precious. Featuring foster kid/homeless Peter Parker. Also a WIP and only in the beginning stages but I sense a really interesting plot. (Warning for attempted sexual assault in one of the chapters! But it’s very, very brief. )

Weak Spot by grilledcheesing

Summary: Peter Parker has been sent back in time hundreds of times after their last face off with Thanos to do the one thing nobody else can: save Tony Stark.

Unfortunately, he has to find a way to kill his past self to do it.

And the last thing Tony is going to do is let him.

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: Teen

Notes: Back on my Tony and Peter bullshit. This author is a very prominent author in the fandom so I’m sure you’ve read at least one of their fics if you’ve read a lot of Homecoming fics, but this is my absolute favorite of theirs. It’s such an interesting (and heartbreaking) concept and it’s another one of those stories that leaves you feeling empty inside. Warning for more character death.

pretending by ace8013

Summary: Natasha reflects on what she noticed.

Relationship: All of the Avengers really, but come on I read it for the Tony and Peter

Rating: Not Rated

Notes: I’m honestly... flabbergasted that this fic has so few kudos. Pls go read it and give it more. It’s really short but so poignant and says so much with so little. I honestly love it so much. It’s in Natasha’s POV which is really interesting and the author really nails her personality. It’s absolutely soul-crushing and it will only take you like 2 minutes to read please just do it. (Warning for so much character death...)

Tony Built a Son by Footloose_Poets

Summary: Peter navigates learning to be human. Tony navigates fathering an android.

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: General Audiences/Teen

Notes: Ohmygosh... this one probably isn’t surprising considering the massive amounts of fanart I’ve drawn for it. The idea is so obvious yet so unique and satisfying to read. The author does an AMAZING job creating a realistic world where Tony builds an android son to keep his loneliness at bay and keeps both Tony and Peter so in character despite the vastly different circumstances from their movie counterparts. And it’s a whole series! Every new installment is a beautiful read, and the author even created a tumblr: @friendly-neighborhood-android to post mini ficlets, art, and factoids in the interim. 

5 Times Peter Thought Tony Was Mad by caraminha

Summary: ... and one time he actually was.

Set a few months after Aunt May's death where Tony is Peter's legal guardian. Navigating a new life together and settling into being father and son is a rollercoaster - falling in love with the kid? Easy. Dealing with a grieving teenager, and trying to figure out how to do this whole parent thing? Uh... not so easy.

Relationship: Tony and Peter

Rating: Teen

Notes: Oh no more dead May. But I promise I only recommend these fics when they’re really well-written! And this is a REALLY good fic. I got so many feels reading this and domestic Tony and Peter really gives me life. Tony messes up a little but more than makes up for it, and then Peter messes up a lot but it’s okay because Tony loves him. It’s so adorable and heartwarming and I had the warm fuzzies the whole time.

Only Human by tonysta_k

Summary: When Flash takes things too far - pushes Peter too far by mentioning his fathers and what happened, Peter can't take it anymore.

Or, an au where after civil war, Steve was put in prison, Tony has a hard time facing his feelings, and Peter just wants to see his pops.

Relationship: Steve/Tony (Past), Tony and Peter

Rating: Teen

Notes: Damn. I don’t even ship Stony. I don’t like it, Steve has hurt Tony too much for me to ever see them as romantically involved, but if Stony just so happens to be in an intriguing Tony and Peter fic... fine, I’ll read it, so sue me. But wowowow did this fic hit me where it really hurts. It’s good because it acknowledges Steve and Tony’s failed relationship and puts Peter right in the middle of a REALLY nasty divorce. It’s really heart-breaking and realistic and claws at your emotions. 10/10 had to hug my parents right after reading. 

for good by Madelinedear

Summary: "Sorry, May, we can't all be best friends with a celebrity.”

May opens her mouth to retort reflexively, the words 'we aren’t even friends' on the tip of her tongue before she closes her mouth. Because they are friends, now. They’re way past that point.

Oh my god, she thinks somewhat hysterically. Tony Stark is my best friend.

(or; Tony Stark, May Parker, and the road to something like friendship)

Relationship: Tony and May

Rating: General Audiences

Notes: YES!!! YES!!! YEEESSSSS!!! Finally, the Tony and May fic I’ve been waiting for!!! To end this rec list on a fluffier note (because boy do I love angst, huh?) this fic is hilarious, heartwarming, and so in-character. It’s a really good study of how May and Tony’s relationship might evolve over time due to their mutual bonding over fiercely loving Peter. It’s everything I ever wanted in a May and Tony friendship fic and more. 

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And these two are not necessarily Homecoming fics but I have to include them because they are on the list of my all time favorite Spider-Man fics: 

Weaver of Silk and Dreams by a_stands_for

Summary: Ben Parker sighed as he looked up into The Thing's eyes, so expressively human in spite of the rest of his rocky appearance.

“My fifteen-year-old nephew--who's practically my own little boy!--” he choked out with a tight voice, “h-he can't pass for human anymore. He's scared, and he's isolated, and he just needs someone else to talk to! Someone who can understand. Please."

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Some alternate realities are unrecognizable, and some are indistinguishable. This one lies somewhere in between.

Peter Parker's life was derailed when he mutated into a strange human/spider hybrid, and he knows that's not the way things went down for him in other realities. Still, he's determined to forge a new path and make the best of it. Sometimes "the friends we made along the way" really is the greatest treasure anyone could ask for.

Relationship: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (Peter Parker/Johnny Storm)

Rating: Mature

Notes: Okay so this is more based in the comic-verse, but I pictured Tom Holland Spidey while reading it anyways. I don’t even ship Spideypool tbh but I got curious. I didn’t even watch the Deadpool movie or know anything about Deadpool (or the Fantastic Four, who feature prominently in this) but still... it’s SO. GOOD. More spidery Spider-Man isn’t a thing I knew I needed until this fic, and it honestly reads almost like a fantasy. The world-building is incredible and the fic also comes with great drawings to help you visualize this strange new Peter. (Warning though: There are sex scenes. I was kinda hesitant about whether or not I should rec this because of that, but honestly the fic is worth it. I don’t usually like to read fics with sex scenes, but the plot more than makes up for it.)

I Like Birds by chinashopbull (WIP... possibly abandoned?)

Summary: Peter has Asperger’s/ASD. Yes, of course he’s still Spider-Man. Deadpool tries to accommodate, with mixed results.

Some feeble plot happens eventually, blood gets on the walls, etc. I play fast and loose with canon but try to stay true to (what I perceive to be) the spirit of the characters. 

Relationship: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Rating: Mature

Notes: Okay, so this fic predates Homecoming so it’s definitely not about that Spidey (even though I picture Tom Holland anyways), the summary doesn’t do it justice, the way the fic portrays Tony Stark makes me sad, and it’s most likely abandoned because it hasn’t been updated since May 2017 (Edit: This totally updated after a whole year. It’s still going!!!)... but hear me out. This fic is worth the heartbreak of reading an abandoned fic. First of all: Autistic Peter!!!!! Written by someone who is autistic themselves so it’s very accurate!!!! I know I say this a lot but the plot is AMAZING. There’s an amazing side story about suicide bombers that’s really intriguing. I love the mystery element of this story so much, it reads as it’s own standalone work of fiction. Also, the slow burn is so slow that the Spideypool never happens, so if that’s not your thing, don’t let that stop you from reading this truly incredible fic. (Warning: A really, really graphic eye injury in one of the earlier chapters that’s pretty gruesome. )

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IS THIS LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU?? If you read any of these fics KUDOS AND COMMENT because the authors deserve your love! Feel free to send me any recs too! You know what I like. ;) 

[breelandwalker]

Hello witchling! Glad to have you here!

The biggest piece of advice that I can give you is to hide in plain sight. If you're living in a household that is not supportive of your practices, keep as much of your notes, study materials, and research in digital form as you can. You can make a Google Drive to keep notes and articles in (it is free and password-protected). You can put apps on your phone for tracking moon phases, identifying herbs, practicing tarot, and so on.

You can find free ebooks on places like Project Gutenberg and Global Grey Ebooks. If you have unsupervised access to a library, use it. Develop an interest in botany or rock-collecting or folklore or astronomy - it's VERY easy to cover witchy interests with mundane ones in this fashion, and it's important to supplement your magical learning with mundane subjects anyway.

Disguise your spells as art projects or decorations, or do them invisibly by weaving them into your clothing, toiletries, and personal space. Your safety will ALWAYS be more important than any ritual or aesthetic piece.

I have a whole tag on my blog marked "Advice for Beginner Witches" with curated posts of information I think newer witches might find helpful.

I've also published several books, including one called Grovedaughter Witchery that's perfect for beginners. (And it comes in Kindle format, so you don't have to have a physical book lying around if you don't want to.)

I also host a podcast called Hex Positive that deals with practical tips for modern witches. There's an entire episode dedicated to "stealth witches," those who have to practice in secret, and that has tons of ideas for how to learn and practice your craft in secret. (Ep. 12 - Witching From The Broom Closet)

If you like getting your info in podcast form, you might also try BS-Free Witchcraft, Witchcraft for the Restless, Witch Bitch Amateur Hour, and The History of Witchcraft for more information.

And if you need ideas or a sounding board or just have questions about your journey, my inbox is always open...and there is no such thing as a dumb question.

How to get into witchcraft

Hi, I'm a baby witch and would like some help. My family is not supportive of witchcraft and I don't have much tools except a wand and some unknown crystals. I would like some spells or kind of hidden witchy things to do for beginners. Good sources would help as well for information.

[byul-bit-arae]

11 Questions Tag

(THIS GOT SO LONG I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL OTL)

So a few days ago I got tagged by the beautiful @ramune-and-rain to do this 11 Questions Tag, so here we go!!

1. Would you rather explore the many planets in the universe or explore the wonderous depths of our oceans. Tbh I love the ocean but bc I'm not the best swimmer out there and also bc I'm kind of so inlove with astronomy I'd rather explore the universe~ 2. Can you describe your favourite colour without saying what it is and it’s shades. idk how am I supposed to do that but, I'd say it's really comfortable, a common choice for clothes, not light but totally not the darkest, some people link it to gloominess or indecisiveness 3. Your bias texts you, mistaking your number for one of their friend’s. Do you talk to them and keep up an act or do you admit the mistake? How do you do it? What happens after? Considering I know it's my bias that is messaging me? Or as in just my crush? Either ways I'd tell them they've got the wrong number, but also make sure not to make them feel embarrassed for the mistake. Try to be as kind as possible and laugh it off, if they keep on messaging me after I'd gladly chat with them but if they don't I wouldn't initiate a conversation, I tend to think of this kind of stuff as bothersome often 4. Describe your favourite feature of one of your best friends without saying what it is. Why? Omg I'm so bad at this ;_; well it's probably the feature you'd want the most in a best friend, and since they have it it makes you really comfortable when you're with them, you don't need to bluff or hide anything, it also makes them the first person to pop in your head whenever something happens. Okay so I believe I can say what it is now that I'll be saying why it's my favorite It's being able to tell them every single thing, even if it's embarrassing or your most top secret. I've literally cried my eyes out during some conversations with Nana. Whenever things get really tough or I'm just feeling uneasy or sad she'd always be there to listen to whatever blahblah I have to say and comfort me and make me feel better about myself I love her so much idk what I'd do without her she's like my personal psychologist (SHOUTOUT TO MY BABY NABI;;;;) 5. What super power would you have and how would you use it? Would you choose the path of a hero or villain? I'd like to fly/float and just get away from all the noise and chaos and fly up to somewhere peaceful and meditate this is like what I want to do every single day. I'd be a villain but not a violent rough one, more like quiet cold one 6. What are 3 things includes in your ideal type? Why? Would you accept someone without these features?

1/ height I'm 170cm and that's considered rather tall where I live so I'm often bothered by that so I'd like someone tall to make me look shorter

2/ beautiful smile One of the things I notice first about someone is their smile *cough my crush cough* I find a mischievous wide smile really charming

3/ spontaneous affection (?) I didn't know what to call this but I just mean someone whom being really gentle and loving is in their nature. Honestly I don't think I'd ever accept someone shorter than me, I can omit the smile thing bc if you like someone, their looks just grow to be perfect to you but height and gentleness are necessities for me 7. Vampires, Werewolves or witches? If you could become one, which would you choose and why? Witches!! Reason is that I'm not into neither vampires not werewolves lol and witches are cool when they cast spells 8. If you released a mini album with 4 songs, what would the song titles be? (I will fight whoever says this is Astro influenced but I gotta say it's an epic coincidence) 01. Pleiades A short dreamy-ish track that's good to listen to at night under the starlight. 02. Summer Vibes *title Actually me and my bffs were playing this game where we pick a word/theme and make a song out of it and I clearly remember the song I created with 'summer'. A happy go lucky song about having fun during summer. 03. Flower Bees are attracted to flowers, but while C is a flower, A isn't a bee, so they keep on unconsciously playing with their feelings. (credits to my bff on this) 04. Midnight Thoughts A slow sad song, where I talk about my worries and insecurities, something like Agust D's The Last. 9. Describe what you feel right now by using a metaphor without including the word to describe how you are feeling. It feels like there is a tsunami a few meters away, heading towards me, and all I got to face it is a small life vest. 10. Your bias from one group confesses to you in front of your bias from another group. They quickly confess their love. Who do you choose? They cannot be your Ult bias. Wow that's a toughie. Let's say, moonbin and hansol(Vernon).. tbh I'd hate making either of them upset, but I think I'd choose hansol??? idk if it's bc I've been a carat longer than an aroha but, through the seven years I spent in this hell of a world called kpop I figured out my type is the one that looks so cool but is actually a clumsy ass weird cinnamon roll (reasons my ult is taehyung lmao) also hansol can speak English and I'm hella comfortable with that, it's not even my first nor second language but I always find myself expressing stuff in eng, plus hansol looks more like someone I can take care of (bc this kid shouldn't be left alone at all costs omg) I believe I read somewhere that bin wants to be the one taking care of his s/o but tbh I like things the other way round im such a mom lmao. I'm not the best at explaining but I'm just trying to say I'd choose mist probably choose hansol.

11. Finally, your bias promises to on a date with you on the condition that you plan it. Plan the entire night. (Where you go, why, what you eat, what you wear, the other places you go, what you talk about, any other details etc).

Oh so it's a "night" date? I'd rather have a daytime one but here we go!! We'd first spend the evening in a carnival-like place?? You know all the cute game booths and the cute Mickey ears headbands and the cute balloons (just so much cute fite me) then we'd have dinner in a somewhat fancy place nearby (leaving all the ears and balloons in the car ofc we tryna be fancey here) then we'd move to a quieter place, like a park or something, where we enjoy the night sky and chat every now and then, and finally and bc i get easily sleepy huhu;;; we go back home and cuddle to sleep :3 My Questions: (Look I'm so bad at asking questions I literally googled half of these) 1. If you were prime minister/ruler if the world,what rules would you make? 2. What would be your super hero name? And how would your outfit look like? 3. How would you describe your ideal wedding? What would your love house look like? 4. You have a two weeks fully paid holiday to one country of your choice, which one would you choose? Why? 5. What's in your bag/purse/school bag? 6. If you could create an ice cream flavor what would it be called? What would it taste like? 7. Would you rather trade your looks for intelligence or your intelligence for looks? 8. Choose one: being a professional patissier, being a talented painter/artist, being a famous fashion designer 9. You meet your bias in your country, they are lost and ask for your help. Do you fangirl? Do you ask for a picture? Do you pretend you don't know them? What do you do? 10. You're making a love song, write down four lines from it 11. What's a plot you'd really like to write but never had motivation for

So bc I'm lonely here and I don't even know 11 tumblrs I'm just going to tag some senpais I follow fml @astrofireworks @artist-aroha @dxnghyuns @kpopangst @earlygreytae

And if you happen to run into this post you're free to answer my questions too if you want!!!

[hemsworths-chris]

large amounts of TAG GAMES

actually i decided to do all of them in one post so here we go! if you want me to do any more, tag me in them!

it’s all under the read-more, if anyone cares:

first one! this one is tag 20+ followers you want to get to know better, tagged by @chochxng, @cahliiopes​, @residentpotter​, @softsunshinescamander, @timeandstars​, and @marauderslilys​ for this one

name: sandhya

nickname(s): idiot, probably

gender: female

star sign: sagittarius

height: 5'6" (AND A HALF)

sexual orientation: straight, probably, but honestly i’m too young to be sure

hogwarts house: gryffindor, home of the brave!

ssbb character: chaotic good? i dunno what this is lol

favorite band/singer: the cast of hamilton; fall out boy; børns; maroon 5

favorite color: aquamarine

favorite animal: cats cuz i’m basic

time right now: 4:53 am

average hours of sleep: seven to nine

cat or dog person: see above; cat

favorite fictional character(s): marauders (minus traitor) ESP SIRIUS AND REMUS, lily, marlene, hermione, harry, percy (jackson), annabeth, leo, finnick, gale, tobias, june iparis, day wing, anden (wish me luck here) stavropulous (welp i failed that), sydney carton, do aaron burr and alexander hamilton count

number of blankets i sleep with: 2

dream trip: athens and rome

dream job: chemical geneticist who publishes ya novels in her spare time

when did you make this blog: seven or so months ago

current number of followers: 628

when did your blog reach its peak: i like to think it hasn’t yet

what made you decide to get tumblr: i was *on* tumblr for a long time (scrolling through posts and blogs), and it bugged me that i couldn’t like posts, so i got a tumblr to keep track of ones i liked and then i started posting and then this happened

character i’d date: sirius black, remus lupin, harry potter, percy jackson, leo valdez, gale hawthorne

how many blogs do i follow: 992 - rip

what do i post about: harry potter here, hamilton and lssc over on @disasterburr, and resources over on @phosphoramidon

do i get asks regularly: depends (speaking of which, i’ll get to all of the name aesthetics at some point i’m just hella busy sorry)

aesthetic: new books, cups of coffee, geometric patterns, cloudless skies, laughing with friends, urban settings, copious amounts of food, roller coasters, thick sweaters

next! tagged by @cahliiopes​; thanks meghan, ily!

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself and tag 11 people. Tag backs are allowed but if you do get tagged again you must not repeat any of the facts you mentioned in the previous round. The facts can be absolutely anything, whatever comes to mind first.

1. i’m freaking out rn bc there’s this math competition that i really want to make the school team for and i sort of did (i mean i’m on the team atm), but i have the lowest score on the team, and i’ve heard that one sixth grader has to be sent ( @hearing-from-my-lawyers​ ???), so if that’s the case i’ll be booted and i dunno i’m just worried

2. god i hate rainy days sm

3. i can’t speak my mother tongue, which sucks

4. i’m pretty tall, and i used to be the tallest kid in my elementary school - and then the guys shot up so

5. i LOVE astronomy, it’s so fascinating!!!

6. i play the piano and the viola, and i love them both!

7. my first fandom was avatar: the last airbender

8. i have the weirdest combination of a superiority and an inferiority complex - more often than not, though, it’s the latter that acts up more often

9. i’m like a huge nerd! i mean, i love math and science and all that - stem ftw man

10. bees are my worst nightmare. i mean, whenever i hear in the news that bees are disappearing at an alarming rate, i know that’s a bad thing, but i can’t find it in me to bee sad (puns) cuz i hate them SO MUCH

11. one of my favorite hobbies is debate! ( @hearing-from-my-lawyers​ why am i tagging you in so much shit but SWG FTW) 

why are all of these facts so boring why am i like this

up next! i was tagged by @fjrebolt​ for this fun one - thanks so much!

rules: tell us your one favorite character from ten different fandoms and tag around ten people

harry potter - sirius black

fantastic beasts - newt scamander (probably not allowed but idc)

percy jackson - percy jackson or annabeth chase, i can’t decide

heroes of olympus - leo valdez (hehe i don’t know if this is allowed but whatever)

the hunger games - finnick odair (*goes and cries in a corner* HE DESERVED BETTER)

divergent - tobias eaton

legend - daniel altan wing, aka day

hamilton - aaron burr

the john green-verse - margo roth spiegelman or hazel grace lancaster

late night - stephen colbert

what do you mean, that last one didn’t count? ah, fine.

the young elites - enzo valenciano, or magiano

next! tagged by @totally-ravenclaw​, to do if i was a witch/wizard. here goes!

School: hogwarts

House: gryffindor

Patronus: black stallion

Wand: redwood, unicorn hair core, 14.5′′, bendy

Blood Status: half-blood

Favorite Subject: arithmancy, DADA, charms

Least Favorite Subject: divination or herbology

Quidditch Position: chaser or announcer

Anything Else: maybe after graduating, i’d go into the ministry or something - after all, there aren’t many jobs outside of the ministry, oddly enough

i was tagged for some others that i’ve already done before, so i’m not going to do those, sorry! this was a lot, though, so i’m good tbh.

anyways, time for tags! i tag @newt-scamndr, @ravenspuff, @peppermintparvati, @cahliiopes, @aweami543, @hollowsgodric, @fjrebolt, @petuniaevans, @chochxng, @cho-chang (whose icon i love btw), @poppypomfrey, @dudleydursley, @hearing-from-my-lawyers,  @hcgwarts, and anyone else who wants to! you can do all of these, or some of these, or none if you want to haha

have a great day!