#all i know is that rons the priest

[urfavoritegirls]

I KNEW IT MARTIN IS MYC

inside job fleabag au when

[we-stan-cale]

Defeating the White Star so easily relied heavily on Kim Rok Soo - not just what he learned from reading The Birth of a Hero, not just his special powers, but all his experiences, his way of thinking, all the things that made him who he was .

Fair warning, if haven't finished part 1 you might want to skip this. I'll be talking heavily about Kim Rok Soo, and I don't remember which chapters we learned this... Just that it's fairly late.

Kim Rok Soo is an analyst first and foremost. Record allows him to remember and process information at ungodly speeds, but it takes real skill to take masses of information and filter out all the irrelevant and distracting details.

Cale, as the transmigrated KRS, has that skill. He has repeatedly been able to take information from the books, information he gained as a noble (whether purchased from an information guild like what Deruth gave him at the beginning, or just reports or books he has access to) and pull it all together to find the most important factors.

Like why the crown prince might want a naval base, or why Ubarr would be a good location for one.

Or that the Mogoru Empire would want slaves for their alchemical experiments, and that that slaver noble he learned about was probably selling them to the empire (though, naturally, he found the evidence to back up his intuition. It's just knowing where to look and what to look for probably sped the process up tremendously).

And given how much he knows about the importance of any sliver of information, it's no surprise he constantly looks for sources of it.

He repeatedly asks Choi Han to capture rather than kill their enemies, and it's not just that he dislikes killing. Every captured enemy is a source of information - from the Arm member they captured at the elf village, to Cloppeh, to Syrem, to the dragon half blood... Cale learns a tremendous amount of information about the organization they are fighting. He even got the dragon half blood to lead them to one of Arm's bases on the Eastern continent.

And he's able to get even more through encounters with people like Hannah, and even the bandits on the Eastern continent that he shanghais into serving as waitstaff in his hotel.

He also denies information to the enemy as much as he can. From the silly fake uniforms that Choi Han dreads to his insistence they kill or blind the mage who saw Ron's face, he and his people are constantly able to take Arm by surprise.

Imagine if we were in Birth of a Hero, and Choi Han just straight up killed all those sources of information? And didn't wear a disguise, so he became a known opponent that the White Star could plan for and target?

Then we get into his experiences taking down corrupt guilds, which he used on corrupt nobles and priests alike. From selling of the treasures he found to the priest of the sun god, to handling the Stans and more..

He has the skills and experience - as well as an ability to quickly plan with the resources on hand and the flexibility to adjust his plans as needed - to handle almost anything thrown his way.

The foreknowledge from The Birth of a Hero and the wealth and connections he gained as a Henituse are only partially able to explain his success.

[amarylliasky]

Number 6 is kind of a random post!

Random things that I frequently forget exist and are canon in Tcf/lcf

1. Choi Han canonically has three ancient powers.

2. The exact words Eruhaben used to describe Cale’s face are “a bit fancy.” What’s even better is, from that phrase alone, Alberu is immediately able to deduce that it is Cale he is talking about.

3. Rasheel beat the crap out of Dorph and the lion was never heard from again(not in any significance or that I remember anyway. It’s been a hot minute since I read the end of part 1).

4. Ron and Beacrox never had their housewarming party. Cale and Raon even said they would bring gifts.

5. Alberu has other half siblings aside from Robbit and the third prince(who still doesn’t have a name).

6. Lee Chul Min of Earth 1 became a guild leader.

7. Hubesha exists. Add onto that, Priest Gersey exists(I know, I know, they are major antagonists in the later parts of part 1, but it’s been a while ok?)

8. Cale left a priest robe for Clopeh to find, along with a note. Clopeh probably still has it. I’d wager that’s one of the first items on display in the future museum he establishes.

9. (Mentions part 2!!!!!!———>) So far the only person to hide in the ceiling without being uncovered(not undiscovered tho) was that random tail Imperial Prince Adin put on Cale when the Roan envoy arrived at the Empire. This includes xxxx xxxx xxx and Cale himself.

10. Hannah could technically be the youngest swordmaster. Choi Han is over 100 years old and Bud is in his mid thirties. (Of course, that also depends on how skilled Clopeh was at her age too).

11. Cale smacks Beacrox on the head. He then proceeds to dump water on him. He then pats Beacrox’s head with a ‘disgustingly gentle expression.’ Lol.

12. Cale plots his own demise at one point(I could never forget this gem, but every once in a while I just get so surprised that it’s canon and not some sort of crack fic. Not to mention Alberu feeling like he lost to WS because Cale said his cookies were better).

13. Alberu brews tea as a hobby.

14. During the test where Cale is invisible, when they meet Eruhaben but he’s been tricked by the WS/SG, Eruhaben and Raon are about to fight. Meanwhile Cale is, of all places, curled up in a ball between them. Like, why would you just sit there?! Ik he can’t be seen or touched, but still! Also Eruhaben called him a rat. :(

15. On and Cale go on a father-daughter undercover mission disguised as academy students. (I would actually really like to read a fic where they go undercover at an academy in their world, not a crossover or au.

16. Taerang came from Earth 3, right? So hypothetically, since there is a Kim Rok Soo on Earth 1 and 2, does that mean there’s also one on Earth 3? Just something I like to think about. Also, it’s supposedly a mashup of Earth and Cale’s current world, right? So hypothetically speaking, does that mean that both Kim Rok Soo and all of the characters from The Birth of a Hero could possibly exist in one world? I just think that’s cool. I’d like to see that.

17. Cale was gifted an evil sword/dagger from the former Emperor of Mogoru. According to Raon, it has an ‘evil aura.’ Though he does give it back, and I genuinely can’t remember it being of any significance since then.

18. They roleplay going on a walk/ having a picnic in front of the secret entrance to the basement of the Alchemist Bell Tower.

19. Canonically, members of the Penguin tribe apparently waddle around in black outfits and make the best butlers, as stated by Whitiria. Because if that doesn’t scream fantasy cliche I don’t know what does.

20. Cale has two different fears at the beginning and during the war with WS. One is to be the last one alive at the end of the battles, similar to his life as Kim Rok Soo; the other is for his life as Cale Henituse to be just a dream. Both are extremely sad and so like him. It’s not really something I forgot, but it’s also something I think the fandom just doesn’t talk about enough. Like, we all know(and love) to talk about the test on Wind Island, but what about the illusion Elisneh traps him in? To imagine himself waking up as Kim Rok Soo the day after; like all that he experienced, his entire family he built, was all just a dream? That’s heart wrenching. That for me is genuinely one of the most impactful moments in the novel.

Now spoilers for part 2 for those who don’t know what I was talking about on number 9.

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Cale and Choi Han were discovered in the ceiling by the WS when they sneak into the Dubori territory Capital. Funnily enough though, the only reason Choi Jung Soo was discovered was because he was so shocked by Cale coughing up blood that he was discovered by the Carnage Demon and then they fell through the ceiling.

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Edit: I edited some of these cuz they’re not actually accurate. In case anyone’s wondering.

[saintsenara]

Wait why are you not a fan of Snape and Hermione?? 2 nerds who care a socially awkward amount about the things they care about nerding out together at levels of romance people who can be chill and normal about things can’t comprehend?? It’s not one of my fav ships but I can definitely see it!

I headcanon that Snape picks on Hermione being a muggle raised know it all thirsty to prove and lacking self awareness because he was one himself when he arrived at school and James and Sirius picked on him for it! It’s like that you’re most repulsed by the things you’re self conscious of in yourself thing to me. Or maybe a him trying to live out being the “cool” one in that dynamic thing

But when she’s a grown woman and more self possessed like he became too I feel like that same energy ness has potential for love!

Hermione is famously respectful and compassionate enough towards all beings to be more understanding than say Lily Evans of his prickly tender ego if he had another m word style outburst and such a people pleaser she’d keep coming back for more snark as long as he peppered it with the odd encouraging compliment

And I feel like a Snape in reciprocated love could absolutely veer into inventing beautiful and helpful spells to impress his lover or sending “made me think of u 😘” notes with verses of elaborate obscure poetry territory that would be frankly the level of literary and academic courtship our Herms deserves 😌

Is it cause they’d both be the highly strung worrier one and they both need someone to ground them? Or maybe too pessimistic together and one of them needs to be the cheerful one?

anon, i genuinely love this for you - i'm always thrilled to get people explaining their love for ships in the ol' inbox, especially when they're ships i don't instinctively vibe with, and i have been won round to stranger premises than this by a passionate defence of why two characters should kiss.

where i still think snamione isn't clicking for me, however, is that the way you describe both snape and hermione here doesn't align in any significant way with what i personally think would be interesting to explore about either character in a relationship and have them still feel meaningfully like their canon selves.

[i will say, though - because i always think it's worth reiterating my fandom commitment towards being neither a cop nor a priest - that i literally don't give a shit about either the age gap or the student-teacher dynamic. i know that's an objection to pairings like snarry and snamione which lots of people do express. but i will never be one of them.]

the primary reason that i don't vibe with many of the more... sapiosexual hermione ships [by which i mean not only snamione but tomione] is that they hang on the idea that hermione's intellect expresses itself in a way we never actually see in canon.

or, the idea that snape and hermione are intellectually compatible [and that they would enjoy hanging out being nerdy about stuff] is just... not true.

throughout the seven-book canon, the way that hermione shows herself to be clever is that she displays an excellent memory and an enormous capacity to rote-learn. her intelligence is overwhelmingly demonstrated - both in the classroom and during the trio's year on the run - by her being able to regurgitate swathes of information, very usually verbatim from the source she got it from.

she is clearly able to use this ability to retain information to understand the theoretical component of magic in a way neither harry nor ron ever manage, and she is able to use this understanding of theory to work out how to perform spells which are ahead of her expected level on the hogwarts curriculum.

and this is intelligence - and i want to be very clear that i'm not trying to suggest that hermione shouldn't be thought of as intellectual, or that her academic achievements should be devalued. but it isn't the way snape's intelligence manifests itself.

because hermione is never shown - at any point in canon - to be a particularly creative or experimental thinker.

she places an enormous intellectual trust in disciplinary authority - teachers and textbooks - and is frequently rattled when these are revealed to be partial or incorrect, as we see in her shock at hogwarts: a history not mentioning house elves or her anger at harry getting better results by following the modified instructions in the prince's textbook [despite knowing nothing about the theory underpinning them] than she does with the "official" ones.

she also regards the gatekeeping of inquiry which disciplinary boundaries enforce to be a positive thing and she never displays any inclination to step beyond them. she dislikes the spells in the prince's textbook because they aren't ministry-approved - and i must say that i think the idea that she'd be won over by a man creating spells for her is wishful thinking...

she is immediately mistrustful of anything she can't find something she regards as an empirical source for - notice, for example, that she only comes round to the idea that prophecies might be real once she encounters them in the ministry of magic.

even when we see her using magic on her own terms - the jinx she uses on marietta edgecombe, for example; or the protean charm on the da coins - the magic she's using is sophisticated, and is being applied in a way which wouldn't be classroom-sanctioned, but it's not magic which is being used in a way which is removed from the spell's original purpose. the protean charm on the da coins is impressive because it's a flawless execution of newt-level magic by a sixteen-year-old. it's not impressive because hermione is using it in a strange, experimental, or radical way.

[in contrast, the dark mark - which harry notes the coins mimic - is clearly a spell voldemort himself invents.]

snape, on the other hand, is an experimenter. he's someone who clearly sees magic as a creative force which he has every right to shape as he sees fit by adaptation and invention. and he's someone who evidently rejects the logic of disciplinary gatekeeping - one tension in his relationship with dumbledore prior to half-blood prince is that snape evidently retains an enormous intellectual interest in the dark arts [which, as he tells us, are an area of magic which is feared precisely because they can't be neatly contained within disciplinary boxes - they are ever-changing, unfixed, mutating...]

and it's these conflicting views of what magic is and how it should be used and thought about which is the cause of the intellectual incompatibility we see between snape and hermione in canon.

he is unequivocally in the wrong for his dismissive classroom manner towards her - because he is an adult and she is a child. but he isn't wrong in principle that hermione just repeating what she's read in the textbook and refusing to synthesise her knowledge [she always goes massively over word limits! she never gives answers in class in her own words!] isn't actually a demonstration that she understands the material. [and therefore something a good teacher would guide her through conquering... snape having no interest in doing this is his own fault.]

and - from a snamione-specific perspective - it's all the evidence snape needs that, actually, they're not going to enjoy hanging out chatting about academic pursuits. hermione values knowledge like a dragon hoards treasure. snape wants to take that treasure, melt it down, and turn it into new and weird things.

once again, i don't think this a flaw in either of their characters - it's just something which is. and i don't think it's an insurmountable obstacle to writing snamione, because i believe any ship is possible if an author has enough nerve. but it's an aspect of both characters' canon personalities [and hermione's above all] which never seems to make it into snamione fics - all of which, as far as i've encountered them, are beholden to an idea of hermione's approach to academia which is considerably more flexible than we actually see in the books.

of your other points, i'm not particularly convinced by the idea that snape sees his younger self in the teenage hermione. this isn't just for the reasons outlined above - hermione isn't trying to prove herself in the same way he was, which was by creating and experimenting in a bid to be noticed and considered impressive - but also because of the massive gulf in their respective class backgrounds.

hermione is really posh - and, while she's obviously subjected to discrimination at hogwarts on account of her blood-status, she also comes from a family with both the financial resources and the cultural language to make her familiar with the vibe of the elite muggle boarding schools hogwarts is a pastiche of.

the teen snape - in contrast - stands out from his cohort in that he is visually identifiable as working-class [which does appear to be genuinely unusual at hogwarts]. his class background is something which clearly drove a lot of the marauders' bullying of him [i'm sorry to the girlies who think james and sirius targeted him out of some righteous desire to stamp out his prejudice - it was because he was poor and uncouth] and which he still has a chip on his shoulder about as an adult.

this - again - is not an insurmountable barrier to a snamione relationship [as it's not a barrier to thousands of real-world partnerships and friendships]. but it is something an author needs to grapple with if they want to make the pairing - at least, in my opinion - seem plausible. but the standard vibe seems to be that snape would be comfortable in the grangers' home fairly quickly, and that he'd be delighted to have hermione swanning around offering suggestions for how they could do up spinner's end... instead of him resenting this as the unwelcome meddling of people who've never had to worry for money.

i'm also not particularly convinced by the idea that hermione would get over being called a mudblood - especially by an adult man. while i think it's completely plausible that she'd handle this differently than lily [although lily's reaction is entirely justified - and i don't think we should throw the baby out with the bathwater of contextualising the teenage snape and the motivating factors behind his decisions by pretending that cutting off your friend because he called you a slur is a petty, ill-thought-out, or unreasonable move], i don't think that her reaction would be automatically forgiving.

hermione is compassionate towards kreacher when he calls her a mudblood because kreacher is a slave, whose prejudicial views are inextricably bound up in the magic used to oppress him [i.e. that if he received an order to use the term, or to refuse to serve a muggleborn food, from his masters, he would have to punish himself violently if he disobeyed it]. she is not - quite rightly! - compassionate towards someone like draco malfoy when he calls her one, since he is a free person with full agency to choose not to do this.

could she forgive him - or snape - for using the term? sure! absolutely! but i don't think it's a given - and i also think she'd expect a demonstration of how sorry snape was which wouldn't necessarily align with how he'd think he'd demonstrated his regret.

i do agree that - as you say - hermione is a people-pleaser, and she definitely has a far greater tolerance for being treated cruelly by people she wants to impress [especially authority figures - including snape himself] than either harry or ron. and i think this has the potential to introduce an extremely thorny dynamic into a snamione fic - in which the power dynamic inherent in the age gap [which, to reiterate, i think is completely fine for an author to enjoy] is compounded by hermione being unwilling to anger or contradict snape [which is a vibe - as i've said in answer to an ask about harmony - we also see in her relationship with harry... it's also obviously exactly how snape's relationship with dumbledore works.]

on a couple of the more minor characterisation notes, i'm afraid that the idea of snape as a great romantic has never hit for me. it seems really bound up in the way alan rickman portrayed him in the films, which i've always found a bit toothless. i also don't like the trope of "actually snape's really hot" which seems to always accompany it - ugly, odd men to get to bone too!

[what he would be - i think - is a magpie. get ready to be handed odd stones and bits of leaves on dates.]

i also think they're highly-strung in ways which differ enough to mean they'd just annoy each other. hermione is highly-strung in that she flusters easily and is very poor under pressure, but she's actually pretty emotionally stable [and i'd dispute that she's a pessimist - this is a girl who thinks that she's successfully eradicating slavery at hogwarts by knitting hats; she's pretty robust, funny, cheerful, and idealistic]. snape is highly-strung in that he has a hair-trigger temper and is very emotionally volatile, but he's obviously an extraordinarily good liar, very quick on his feet, and very good under pressure. he'd think she panicked too much [and over insignificant things he didn't care about], she'd think he tanked the vibe of a date by taking offence at someone breathing too loudly.

where are they similar? well, they have a shared self-serving streak [hermione is appalled by behaviour from harry and ron she considers perfectly moral when she does it]; capacity for cruelty; tendency towards secrecy; tendency towards pettiness and pleasure in the misfortune of others; loathing of flying a broom; cutting sense of humour; stubbornness; resilience; clear dislike of slumming it in nature; love of puzzles; and a weakness for red hair.

i think you could make it work on the grounds that they'd probably have the time of their lives being haters together - especially, i feel, about rita skeeter.

and - y'know - because love is weird.

[schmem14]

It’s my birthday! Celebrate with me by reading my top favorite fanfic discoveries this past year. (Feel free to flail with me in DM’s!) I feel so lucky to have found so many wonderful talented friends and amazing stories! 

1. flour and flesh by foxglovetonic (nocturn) Hermione x Pansy, wc: 666 rating: M

(Mind the tags) This sapphic horror fic gripped my soul from the moment I read it and it lives rent-free in my head because of its amazing imagery and masterful use of unreliable narrator. I’ll be forever creeped out by carving pumpkins and pie (but in the BEST way, I swear!) This is the #1 reason Halloween is my fav. 

2. Usually by @lumosatnight Percy x Oliver, wc: 1k, rating: E

What’s not to love about banter, chess as foreplay, and stripping down until there’s nothing left but heart-pounding hot AF sex? This pairing is fantastic, and Lani’s writing is on point, as always, and I was incredibly impressed by the real live chess match taking place in the background. Read it, you won’t regret it! 

3. drink up, boys by @emilyrickman gen work featuring Parvati Patil, wc: 1.5k, rating: M

(Mind the tags) I URGE you give this gripping revenge story a chance! Between Parvati’s confidence and the absolute heartbreaking and empowering ode to sisterly love, this story gave me goosebumps. Emily is such a great writer, and I can’t stress enough how well the feels come through on this one. Also, give the song What It Means To Be a Girl by EMELINE a listen as you read, it will elevate the whole experience! 

4. One Woman’s Trash by @nanneramma Lavender x Hermione wc: 2k, rating: T

My friend Nan can do it all, and I don’t care that coffee shop AU has been done a thousand and one times before, THIS is the one to read! Lavender is to die for in this, and the fluff is pure, gourmet sweetness. It will have you kicking your feet and squealing by the end. 

5. Head Over Heels by @vdoshu Narcissa x Mrs. Zabini, wc: 575, Rating: M

This itty bitty fic is singlehandedly feeding my Narcissa Mommy delusion. I want her to step on me SO BAD! Ugh. Doshu packs a punch with every story, and the punchline of this one is sure to have you gasping like a beached fish. Please come scream at me about it if and when you know what I mean. 

6. Welcome, Peasants by @fluxweeed Draco x Ron x Harry, wc: 15k, Rating: E

It was nearly impossible for me to pick just ONE of my favorite fics from Dronarry fest this year, but I narrowed it down to two. Strap in for an hour and immerse yourself because the payoff is WORTH IT!  This one blends the juicy polyjuice trope with a healthy dollop of mistaken identity and a pinch of jealousy. Better yet is the twisty reveal and the absolutely smut-tastic finale that follows.

7. For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight Severus x Harry, wc: 7k, Rating: E

Yes Lani, I couldn’t resist another! I feel like I have to preface this by saying I’m not usually a Snarry fan, but this filthy Priest AU fic is EVERYTHING. The dynamic of guilt and forbidden church sex (while church is IN SESSION) is so fucking delectable. I’m going to just say it and embarrass myself: Insta-Wank Bank. Yep. 

8. Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w Draco x Ron (x Harry), wc: 5k, Rating: M

…Which brings me to my SECOND Dronarry fest pick from this year, and I love it so much because it’s all banter and hypotheticals. Draco and Harry are a couple, but Draco and Ron share a car ride where it comes out that maybe they’ve been considering a three-way with Ron. They don’t even fuck, but the tension of them just talking about it is too hot to handle. Bonus: There’s art at the end! 

9. Mistletoe Mojito by @amethystheart2421 Sybill x Severus, wc: 3k, Rating: E

This fic knocked me flat on my ass. This lust potion fueled one-night stand fic had me laughing and crying (from hilarity and absurdity and sadness) all at once. Such delightful writing, and the perfect example of crack taken seriously. 

10. All That Is Beautiful, Burns In The Making by @sailtomarina Narcissa x Bill, wc: 8k, Rating: E

Narcissa is hot. Bill is hot. We all know this from canon, but imagine they get together and how much hotter they are as a couple! This fic contains such delights as werewolf Bill, seduction, forbidden love, infidelity, knotting, endless refractory periods, voyeurism, rough sex, and mating. It’s not quite A/B/O but it has a lot of the elements that make it such a juicy AU.

11. A Perfect Answer by @p1013 Draco x Harry wc: 9k, Rating: E

Downton Abbey AU. Harry is Draco’s valet and the love is very much forbidden. Contains: pining, jealousy, decorum, emerald cufflinks that Draco favours, and BATHS. Something about it reminds me of Jane Eyre, though I know that’s a different time period and there’s no crazy wife in the attic. I loved this fic so much because it was a well-written AU and it brought a breath of fresh air to an old favorite otp. The angst is divine, and the ending is such a lovely payoff. Enjoy! 

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! First, I want to say I love your theories! Each one is so compelling to read♡♡♡

Second, I was thinking about holidays breaks at Hogwarts and it lead to "wait, is there some sort of magic 'religion' or have I read too many fics?"

Like, they celebrate Halloween and Weasleys celebrate Christmas, but isn't it a contradiction? I know Halloween has celtic roots, but as it is today, it's "All Hallows' Eve", a christian celebration like Christmas. And both the Catholic and the Protestant Church weren't the ones involved in witches' trials? Shouldn't they avoid each other like plague as a general rule?

Maybe they have some pagan rituals and festivals, like the eight sabbat, and they call it Halloween at Hogwarts instead of Samhain due to muggle influence over time?

I don't know, it's just a thought, but it'd be interesting to see your opinion on it

Thank you so much! 💓

Honestly, I was thinking about this a lot, like, wizards and religion, particularly Christianity. And in the books pure-blood wizards like Ron, Neville and Hagrid use the word "hell" as a swear:

“Oh, she was perfect, obviously,” said Ron, before Hermione could answer. “Perfect deliberation, divination, and desperation or whatever the hell it is — we all went for a quick drink in the

(Ron in HBP)

“I’ll join you when hell freezes over,” said Neville

(Neville in DH)

So their language has borrowed terminology from muggle Christianity. They also celebrate Christmas and Halloween at Hogwarts, as you mentioned, in addition to celebrating Easter as they have an Ester break at Hogwarts. So it appears wizards in the UK are Christian.

If we look at the Dumbledore's funeral:

A little tufty-haired man in plain black robes had got to his feet and stood now in front of Dumbledore’s body. Harry could not hear what he was saying. Odd words floated back to them over the hundreds of heads. “Nobility of spirit” . . . “intellectual contribution” . . . “greatness of heart” . . . It did not mean very much. It had little to do with Dumbledore as Harry had known him.

(HBP, 643-644)

The little man in black had stopped speaking at last and resumed his seat. Harry waited for somebody else to get to their feet; he expected speeches, probably from the Minister, but nobody moved. Then several people screamed. Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore’s body and the table upon which it lay: Higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiraled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore’s body and the table on which he had rested. There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air, but they fell far short of the crowd. It was, Harry knew, the centaurs’ tribute

(HBP, 645-646)

We see a wizard who acts as a priest, and we see speeches for the deceased are allowed along with other tributes. We also know most wizards (like James and Lily) are buried in regular muggle Christian graveyards. They are buried in tombs or coffins like Christians. This all leads to wizarding funerals in Britain being like any muggle funeral in Britain with a bit of a magical flare on occasion.

The fire engulfing Dumbledore's tomb is a surprise to the audience because it's Fawkes doing it and not a wizard customer. The same goes for the Centaurs' arrows (the Centaurs seem to have a different religion).

Then, we also see a wizarding wedding with Bill and Fleur, which looks like any Christian wedding:

A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dresses and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow ... “Ladies and gentlemen,” said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, Harry saw the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral, now standing in front of bill and Fleur. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls . . . ” ... “Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle. . . . ?”

(DH, 127-128)

Bill has a best man, Fluer goes down the aisle with her father, wearing a white dress and she has two bridesmaids. The wedding is officiated by the same wizard priest from Dumbledore's funeral. And they have the regular "I dos".

Sure there is some magical spectacle afterward, but it's after the ceremony and just that — a spectacle and not part of the proceedings of the wedding.

So, overall it seems like wizards in the UK have a variety of Christianity (most likely most are Protestants (Anglican) due to the whole history of Christianity reform in Britain but I'm not going into that). And it makes sense too, because they lived very close to the muggles (same villages and much more intermarriages) up until 1692 when the Statue of Secrecy was officially established. Even the Malfoy family had close business ties with muggles:

Historically, the Malfoys drew a sharp distinction between poor Muggles and those with wealth and authority. Until the imposition of the Statute of Secrecy in 1692, the Malfoy family was active within high-born Muggle circles, and it is said that their fervent opposition to the imposition of the Statute was due, in part, to the fact that they would have to withdraw from this enjoyable sphere of social life. Though hotly denied by subsequent generations, there is ample evidence to suggest that the first Lucius Malfoy was an unsuccessful aspirant to the hand of Elizabeth I, and some wizarding historians allege that the Queen’s subsequent opposition to marriage was due to a jinx placed upon her by the thwarted Malfoy.

(From Pottermore)

By 1692, Christianity was the main religion in the UK. It stands to reason it'll be the most common religion among the British wizards because of how closely they interacted with the muggles back then; from business to marriage even among supposedly pure-blood families like the Malfoys.

As such, I assume wizarding religion varies just like muggle religion, where different magical cultures would have different religions depending on where they are in the world and the common muggle religion in the area. It doesn't really seem there is a proper "magical religion". I think there were just a lot of influences going back and forth. As you mentioned, Halloween has Celtic roots and probably had some magical roots in the HP universe. The word "hell" originates in Norse and Norse mythology but traveled into English and Christianity. Catholicism especially is very influenced by Roman Paganism, etc. Religions are influenced by each other and no one exists in a vacuum, so it makes sense wizards would just practice the common religion where they are with perhaps some magical embellishments (as we see in the wedding). Similarly, the muggle religions were probably influenced by magic and some muggle religious rituals and ceremonies probably have their roots in magic and wizardry that the muggle world has forgotten about.

As for the witch trials in Europe, in the real world, the church didn't function or involve itself in witch trials until the 15th century. During the Medieval Era, the church defined believing in witchcraft as heresy since you believe in magic that doesn't come from god. Attacks on supposed witches went actively against church doctrine at the time.

During the 14th century, witch trials became more common in France, England, and Germany, but still not a full-on frenzy. The trials then weren't exactly witch trials either as the accusations were of diabolism, heresy, and nocturnal orgies, not exactly witchcraft. Witchcraft accusations grew more common towards the end of the century and in the 15th century, we actually start seeing more of the typical witch trials whose popularity grew with the publication of Malleus Maleficarum in 1486. This book redefined how to recognize a witch and fueled the already growing unrest. This led to more witch accusations as paranoia regarding witchcraft grew.

Only afterward do we see the church outright getting involved in witchcraft and the association of witchcraft and devil worship. This led to the peak of witch trials in Europe between 1560–1630. Even during these trials, many figures in the church (both Catholics and protestants) have cast doubts over the trials and their legality and outright oppose them. The frenzy of the witch trials in the 15th century also lines nicely with the Statue of Secrecy that was drafted a few decades later when the trials were winding down.

The point of all this is that the witch trials weren't led by the church in many places and for most of the trials' history it was considered heresy to even believe in witches by the church. So, I don't think the wizarding world would have an issue with Christianity over the witch trials, but an issue with muggles, which is actually what we see in the books. Also, whole communities don't tend to change their religion overnight, if they were Christian before the witch trials, they'd likely stay Christian after them.

I think a magical religion can be fun to explore in fic, but in the books, they are clearly Christian with a magical coat of paint (at least in Britain).

(There are probably a few British wizards who aren't Christian, just like in Muggle Britain. I personally headcanon Anthony Goldstein is Jewish since his last name is very Jewish)

[just-another-nerd-blog]

S2E41 is truly so unbeatable. Ron. Ron and Rogue. "I'm sorry you don't know it's your loss." The Titanic sub joke. The Catholic priest joke. Erin O'Neil. "I faked my own death so good that I died." The split second of confusion over Normal's parentage. The teens telling Dood all the best ways to repress their emotions. THE FACT THAT WE GET TO SEE THE GRANDADS AGAIN. Genuinely unsure how I'm gonna survive this. With seeing Henry again, and Terry and Ron interact as adults, and more of the Wilson Intergenerational Trauma, and whatever is going on with Taylor's family tree, the next few episodes are gonna have me a wreck.

[latibvles]

tell me when it kicks in.

ahem. Killy totally enabled me here (affectionate). Vampire!Daisy x Priest!Ron, postwar vague 1950s thing. Or: the one where Daisy needs to feed and Ron's feeling existential over his choice in postwar profession. Not proofread because I definitely wrote like a man possessed. It's a vampire au so uh . blood warning ( shock, surprise ).

He knows that his line of questioning can be saved for another time.

Daisy never really responded well to interrogation anyways. She’s always ducked out of questions she didn’t want to answer and pressing further always made her lips tug into a frown, made her shut down entirely. He couldn’t pry answers out of her.

He’s only asked about how it happened once, she averted her gaze and muttered something about trusting the wrong people, a long time ago. It made his fingers flex, made him want to reach for the sidearm he doesn’t have anymore. It’s a thought he’s not even supposed to have anymore, not if he’s supposed to be fully committed to the Church, the word his father preaches, and all that encompasses.

Ron’s starting to acknowledge he’s never really been fully devoted. It’s just easy to convince people that he is.

The epiphany is something he can contemplate on his own time, when the sun isn’t so bright as it reflects off the snow. He hasn’t seen her anywhere in days and maybe it’s his own paranoia that has the alarm bells ringing in his head incessantly. Maybe he’s finally lost the last scraps of sanity he managed to take home.

He should leave it alone. Anyone else with a shred of their sanity would leave it alone. Unfortunately, Ron signed off on his sense of self preservation years ago and hasn’t been able to get it back since. Only someone who’s lost their mind would walk straight into the mouth of the devil.

A wind chime on her front porch, a wreath yet to be taken down and a pileup of snow on an old rocking chair, which remains still. Real sinister stuff here.

Ron knocks on the door and there’s no answer. Any other person would take that as a sign to go away — but he just tries the knob which is, to both his surprise and detriment, unlocked.

Should he not be grateful that he hasn’t seen her? That she hasn’t occupied the pews late at night or brushed past him during the day? Daisy made him question things, threw a wrench in whatever he was trying to do here (it was what he liked about the Army, after all — the lack of questioning. There was no time for it. You get your order and you fulfill it by whatever means necessary).

What’s he even trying to do anymore? He really doesn’t know. He hasn’t since he’s gotten home when he was so very convinced he wasn’t going to make it back.

Ron steps into the darkness of the house, shuts the door and locks it behind him. Streaks of light leaking through curtains illuminate parts of the living room and the steps leading up to the second floor. It’s still, quiet, he takes a momentary glance at a couple frames hung on the walls. One of a man in a service uniform, one of a couple and two children. She’d mentioned a brother, once.

“Daisy?” He calls down the hallway. The silence that follows is an answer all its own — likely the third warning to go away that he’s electing to ignore in favor of moving down the hallway, undaunted.

The hallway opens up into a dining room and kitchen. His eyes have finally better adjusted to the dark, all curtains drawn. It’s the smell of singed hair that gets him, though, as he’s turning his head this way and that with a newfound awareness of his surroundings. Or rather, something he’d tried to bury but hasn’t been able to quite yet. It’s all undisturbed — rooms frozen in time, deathly still.

He sees her through his periphery when he steps into the kitchen, a curled up ball by the back door, marked off by a streak of sunlight breaking through the shades.

Ron turns fully, to face her, and she stares directly back at him. He smells the blood — strong and coppery — before he realizes it’s on her lips, on her hands, and that those hands are cradling… something. What it is, he isn’t sure, but Daisy’s holding it close like it’s something precious.

“You shouldn’t be here,” her voice comes out raspy and trembling, nothing like that smooth and honeyed tone he’d been getting used to. She shrinks impossibly further into her corner and once again Ron can’t help but question how it is that she’s something the Devil conjured up.

“You’re hurt,” It’s a statement, an obvious one, but as he gets a better look at it he can see the severity. Blackened patches of skin on her arms, a red swatch of skin on the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. “The snow?”

“Nothing gets past you,” she doesn’t say it with irritation or even a tease — more like a lament. Like she’s scorning his observational skills. “It’s fine. You can go now.” Dismissive, he watches her grope in the dark until her hand finds purchase on the frame of the window in the door, and she hardly even flinches when her fingers begin to smoke. It takes everything in Ron not to yank as she pulls herself up, still holding onto that thing.

A bird, he realizes, now that she’s standing and he can better see it. Small, limp in her hand. Her bottom lip is trembling and her eyes are impossibly black as she skirts past him through the flash of light, towards the counter.

“What’re you doing?” Ron’s brows furrow as she opens up a cabinet, pulling out a box and opening it. He tails her and she doesn’t give him a second glance.

“I have to bury it,” she says simply, but he can see the way she trembles, the way she’s leaning on the countertop like a crutch.

“Right now? You have to lie down. Christ, Daisy, you’re barely standing—” She shuts the box with a decisive thud.

“Bed rest isn’t gonna do much for me, Ron,” She hisses, her voice sharp as she gives him a narrow-eyed look. Her body’s rigid before it relaxes, before she rubs her temples as though she just has a migraine. “Can you just– you can go now, okay? You shouldn’t even be—”

“Then what will?”

He doesn’t know why he asks this, like he doesn’t know the answer. Maybe to hear it from her own mouth, to confirm what he knows in the pit of his stomach. The look Daisy gives him is almost… sad, apologetic, and she looks away from him, back to the box, to the dead bird in a bed of shredded newspaper, now covered with the lid of its makeshift coffin.

“Blood,” she murmurs after a moment of silence. “It always ends in blood.”

“Hence the…”

“I didn’t want to do it. I was just…” she runs her hands through her hair, there’s a crack to her voice that tugs at his heart. “Hungry. I’m used to uh— the dry spells. In the winter. I didn’t realize it was so bright until I stepped out and it was right there and—”

It’s tumbling out in rapid fire and he can hardly keep up. He wants to reach out to touch her, ground her, but Ron isn’t especially sure that’s the right call. He clears his throat instead, cutting her off. Daisy looks at him again and he realizes that her eyes are glassy. She looks down at her own hands, now tucked back towards her chest.

“You should go.” She repeats again.

“How long will it take?” Ron asks instead, unmoving. “For you to heal.” Daisy hesitates, like she doesn’t want to tell him, before sighing.

“Two weeks, I think. Give or take.”

The answer… bothers him. Not even on the basis of her not knowing which, maybe if it were any other person, might’ve irritated him. But it’s the implication that gets him, an intrusion of his thoughts. The idea that she’ll be here, alone for two weeks, in pain, and then what? Go outside and burn again? And here she is, telling him to leave, instead of seizing an opportunity right in front of her. It bothers him. The thought of her in pain bothers him.

Bloodthirsty killers, says the myth — that the burning was a punishment, but he isn’t sure if he even believes it, looking at her now.

What could she have possibly done to deserve that? She’s working herself up over a damn bird.

Ron sheds his jacket without a word, then starts to roll down his sleeve.

“What’re you doing?” There’s an edge to her voice. He looks up at her, to her furrowed brow and the way her entire body tenses again.

“You’ll heal faster if you feed, right? Feed off me.” Daisy shakes her head immediately.

“Absolutely not,” She crosses her arms over her chest, turns her head as though the very sight of his wrist is temptation incarnate. “When someone tells you to go, you leave. You don’t— you don’t just offer yourself up like an afternoon snack.” She takes a step back from him, and she still won’t look at him. He notes the twitch of her hand over her arm, and Ron knows he might be poking a bear, but he has no intention of letting it lie. He narrows his eyes.

“And why not?”

“Cause it’s messy,” Daisy hisses, “And it hurts, even if I’m careful, and I don’t want to hurt you. Isn’t that reason enough?”

He thinks back to the bullets he took, and the shrapnel, and the scars etched into his skin that’ll never go away. The war that loops in his head, makes him paranoid, makes his sisters cast him worried, wayward looks. He doesn’t think there’s much worse than that. And even if there is, she’s already worrying about being careful with him.

“I can handle you,” Ron affirms, taking a step forward. “You aren’t hurting me.”

The silence between them is palpable. Her eyes shut on a deep inhale and even stronger sigh, he swears her body shudders as she turns to look at him with a face that can only be described as defeated. He knows it well.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me,” she breathes out in that similar lament from when he first found her, shrouded in that corner. Ron shrugs.

“Won’t know until I find out.” He offers his wrist, holding it up to her, and she looks at him and swallows hard. Her eyes are still glassy.

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to.” There’s something about the way she says it — the soft earnestness that her words take that sends him into that line of questioning again. How it’s possible that she can exist at the same time as him and be the one who’s cursed. How any god could allow that to happen. And if those burns weren’t so apparent on her skin, he would’ve allowed himself the time to get angry about it.

“It’s fine.” Ron affirms, definitive. She mutters a barely audible okay, reaching for a paper towel to wipe that stain from her mouth, like she doesn’t want to mark him with the remnant of her last meal.

He watches like a hawk as she takes his wrist in her hands — cold, impossibly soft, she runs her thumb over his pulse point and looks at him through long, dark lashes.

“It’s gonna hurt for a moment, and you might start to feel lightheaded, so it’s… it’s better if we sit,” She doesn’t let go of his wrist as she walks into her dining room, sitting down and bringing him with her. “Let me know if you need to stop or just… just push me off. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

The way she says it feels rehearsed, like she’s done it before, and Ron has to remind himself that she’d talked about that, too: being a nurse. What that might’ve entailed. Her reluctance makes more sense now, the gentle way she’s handling him, and he won’t ask her to confirm his own suspicions. He just nods, but has no intention to shove her. Ron instead just watches, silent, as she lifts his wrist to her lips. Their knees knock up against one another’s. He half expects her to just go for it, but she doesn’t.

Her lips brush up against his skin in a way that’s so gentle and so terribly human that it has him even more on edge.

Then her lips part. He doesn’t look away when her teeth meet his skin, biting down. He bites on his cheek to refrain from grunting on the sting of her teeth breaking skin — his entire arm throbbing as his blood rushes to meet her awaiting mouth. She makes a noise, a soft rumble in the back of her throat that has his breath hitching. Part of him wants her to make that noise again, but he tries to remain neutral-faced.

It hurts where she’s bitten him, like the sting of a knife, but the rest of his arm just feels warm and eventually he has to lean back in the chair once he starts feeling a bit dizzy. She releases, after a few moments longer, and he can’t look away when she licks the excess from her lips.

“Better?” He asks, and she nods.

“A little,” she looks down at his wrist, still in her hand. “I have bandages in the cabinet. For your wrist. Don’t… don’t go anywhere.” Ron wants to quip that she’d been telling him to leave this whole time, but she scurries off before he gets the chance.

Ron doesn’t know which part he’s more stuck on — the sting of her bite or the burn of her kiss.

[rootedinrevisions]

✨ Requests Are Open! ✨

Hey everyone! I'm excited to open up requests! I’ve got a list of prompts ready for you to choose from, but I’m also open to any ideas that you’d like to send in. So if you've got a scenario in mind, let’s see what we can do to make it happen! ❤��

See below for more information & details! Please, please, please make sure you read below as there is some information about rules, exceptions, and requests I WILL NOT accept. So please see that section before sending in a request! Thanks xx

Here’s a list of fandoms and characters I’m currently accepting requests for or would be comfortable writing for:

Fandoms & Characters

Glen Powell: Himself (RPF), Tyler Owens (Twisters), Ben (Anyone But You), Ron (Hit Man), Jake Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick), Charlie (Set It Up), Chad Radwell (Scream Queens)

Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

Prompt List

Fluff Prompts: 

“Are you…blushing?” “No! Shut up!”

“Babe, come on, we’re gonna be late!” “Five more minutes.” (requested)

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Flustered Prompts:

“I can’t keep talking to if you don’t put a shirt/pants on!”

“Shit I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-I um should’ve knocked. Um I-I’ll just go.”

Angsty Love Confession Prompts:

“Since when did you ever care about me?” “Since fucking forever, you idiot!” (requested)

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me.”

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” (requested)

“Will I ever be good enough for you?”

“All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at her.” (requested)

“You couldn’t tell that I was in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else.”

Angsty Fight/Break Up Prompts: 

“I can’t just let you go. Please, don’t make me try to make you stay.”

“Do you understand how much it would hurt me…how much it would kill me to see you go?”

“The difference between my love for you and your love for me is I’d give up my life without you asking, but you wouldn’t even give me a moment of yours if I was on my knees and begging.”

“Please, please don’t cry. I hate when you cry!”

Situationship Prompts: 

“Is this what we do now? Make out and then never talk about it?”

“You know what? I’m done with this. I’m done with you. I’m done with us. I can’t do it anymore.”

“You can’t kiss someone else after a week of kissing me!”

“You like them…more? Is that it? Am I the second choice?” “That’s not true…” “Then choose me.”

“So I meant nothing to you all along. I was just one of the pawns in your game. Is that it?”

“What are we?” “Ummm, I don’t know. What do you think we are?”

“Why did you leave like that back there?” “Because.” “Because why?” “Because your dumbass can’t figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we’re just friends.”

“What was he doing back there? Flirting with you like he has a fucking chance?” “And why would you care if he was? It’s not like we’re together, right? You said it yourself ‘We would never be anything more than friends. We’re just really close and make out sometimes as friends. Nothing more.’” (requested)

“I’m sure there will be someone else out there who’s willing to be what you need without the commitment because I’m done being that person.”

“I’m sorry I’m not the person you want me to be.” (requested)

“If you didn’t want things to change, you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

“I just wanted you to fuck me, but then I got greedy and I wanted you to love me.”

“Did you ever love me? You know what, don’t say anything, I already know the answer.”

Fake Dating Prompts:  

“You don’t have to kiss me. Just a peck will be fine, at least to convince my parents.”

“Let’s dance, yeah? It’s a wedding, they’ll be suspicious if we don’t.”’

*grabs ass* “You’re going to pay for that later.”

“Admit it.” “Admit what?” “I’m not half bad.”

“You don’t look like you love me, you look like you’re constipated.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “You look good in my hoodie.”

Lovers in Denial Prompts:

“Like them? Yeah, right. I can barely hold back my puke every time I look at them.”

“No, I don’t like them. They are too loud and obnoxious and I think that thing they do with their hands when they’re nervous is dumb.”

“If there’s nothing going on between you two, you don’t mind if I ask her/him out on a date, right?”

“You know that’s not the case. He/She adores you.”

Jealousy Prompts: 

“They were clearly flirting with you and you didn’t do anything, that’s why I’m mad!”

“You’re jealous.” “No, I’m not.”

“I just don’t like the way he/she looks at you, that’s all.”

“Just go hang out with her/him/person c. You’ve gotten good at that.”

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous.” (requested)

Smut Prompts: 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.”

“Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

“Spread your legs, baby, that’s it…wider.”

“Don’t be gentle with me-I like it when you’re rough.” (requested)

“My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do?”

“Oh, shut up!” “You shut up.” “Make me.” “Okay, but you might moan a little.” (requested)

“I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine.” (requested)

“Staying quiet never was your strong suit, was it?” (requested)

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“What do you like?” “I don’t know.” “Well, then how about we find out together?”

I know you said no marks…but what if I put them where nobody but me will see them?”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

How to Request:

Feel free to choose a prompt from the above list, or let me know your own original idea! Requests can be sent in for specific characters, or scenarios. Inbox/Ask if preferred but you can also DM if you're more comfortable!

Boundaries/Exceptions:

What I don’t write:

Smut for Glen Powell as himself (RPF)

Anything female x female.

Anything involving minors.

Anything involving non-consensual themes.

If I receive a request that isn’t quite my style or is outside my comfort zone, I’ll respond and let you know, so there's no need to worry!

Time & Patience

Depending on the number of requests I get, there might be a bit of a wait for your piece to be posted. If it takes a week or even a few weeks to see your request, just know I’m working on them in order and giving each one my best. Thanks for being patient! 🌟

[danpuff-ao3]

What a sweet Tea-Tai! Get it? Sweetie pie, but Sweet Tea-Tai? Cuz @teacup-tai? Is oh so sweet? Okay, before everyone boos me offstage: Tai is such a lovely soul! We don't know each other very well, but I see her bright presence from a mile away! She leaves such sweet comments (which I've been the lucky recipient of a time or two!) She's so supportive and beyond kind. Just this colorful, warm, comforting presence that fills me with all the good feels just to be near! I always love to see her name pop up and to see what she has to say, and how she's blessing our fandom any given day! And to honor such a gorgeous soul, I shall rec you a few excellent works of hers!

Breaking wild roses (stings like love's pain)

Hermione/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 1,389. Stream of consciousness. Poetic angst. Hopeful ending.

l o v e l y

I feel like a scream is stuck inside my chest, creeping up in the deep dark hollow of my throat. It’s a mix of pain and agony. So to keep it down, I open my mouth and fill it with your soft, tender flesh. The bronze skin of your shoulder right against my tongue.

For God is love

Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 3,145. Catholic priests. Sin. Angst. Confession. Religious guilt.

s t u n n i n g (also ouch)

1 John 4:8 But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.

heart me (with your whole body)

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 9,028. Heartbreak. Unhealthy relationship. Open relationship gone wrong. Dub-con. Unequal power dynamics. Unequal sex drive. Ambiguous/open ending.

OUCH (I love it)

It was a sexy idea, exploring other bodies with Draco, engaging in sex with other people to spice things up. Something inside of him was excited about the prospect, but the nagging fear, the feeling of abandonment that follows each image that pops in his head is throwing him off. 

He would give it a go. See what it was like. He could always say no, right?

Nicotine/Linger

Hermione/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 26,626. Enemies to friends to lovers. Meet-cute. Soft butch Pansy. Slice of life. Character study.

Pansy has been living a slow Muggle life in Ireland for five years now. Managing her anxiety and trauma with one too many drinks, way more anonymous fucks in loos than strictly advised, wonderful Muggle friends and a job that keeps her hands busy. Life is kinda alright -though a tad bit fucked up- until she stumbles into Hermione Granger in the Muggle Hospital. 

This is a story about childhood enemies trying a tentative friendship far from the chaotic magical world. A tale about falling in love with the cute golden lesbian and the slow, ginger path of reconnecting with things that make you feel whole.

Sacred Geography

Albus/Gellert. Rated: M. Words: 670. Lovers to Enemies.

You’ve lived a life of penance all these years because of him. And with him sitting there, across this stupid Muggle table, staring at you with a mean knowing glint in his eyes, you realise why.

Space Bodies

Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 1,494. Pining. Mentions of suicidal ideation. Mentions of transphobia. Stream of consciousness. Happy ending.

She tastes like a love story.

The Truth Runs Wild

Blaise/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 3,026. Bisexual awakening. Quidditch Player Blaise. Fanboy Ron. One night stand.

HOT HOT HOT

It’s Harry’s fault and his whole ‘gay awakening’ and all the shit he had to hear Harry talk him through, in the name of friendship and supportive brotherhood. But honestly, if Zabini licking his lips can be this sensual, what could he do with a dick in his mouth? Ron flushes, because he cannot be honestly thinking about Blaise Zabini and blowjobs. Like, he’s straight, right. Right?

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[ksqwildwest]

I haven't sent anything in a hot minute oh wow- anyhow, to start with something a bit mundane and small, what is everyone's favorite drink? Like, Karl and the townsfolk I mean? I don't think I've asked that yet, and I think it'd just be interesting to know honestly. Getting to know the characters better and all that.

Thanks for the ask!

Okay, I'm actually doing some research first to see what drinks would actually be available out there, and while it was mostly alcohol, some places did import barrels of clean water. Pretty interesting. I'm not interested or old enough to drink alcohol so while this list may not be entirely accurate, it'll certainly be fun to put together.

Crops has two different answers because he can't choose and will eat whoever tries to press the issue.

Water - Billy, Percy, Crops and Ron

Milk - John and William

Coffee - Karl

Beer - Connor and Thompson

Wine - Priest

Blood - Crops and George

Whiskey - Jack and Mason. Mason only drinks the brand [redacted] Whiskey. He'll spit out any other brand. He can always taste the difference. He knows that taste- well, maybe not by heart but more like the back of his hand.

[hinny-canons]

hello everyone! i’m so sorry i missed the Several Sunlit Daylights challenge yesterday, i haven’t been feeling well and it was very hard to get motivation to write, but thankfully i finished so here it is! also, i will try to post the challenge for today too!

also, this is in Hermione’s POV!

Prompt: Based off a Bridge

Lover - Hinny

I could practically feel the excitement and anticipation in the beautifully decorated tent that Molly did a great job on. It was the day that a few years ago, I never thought would happen. It felt like a miracle.

Now that miracle came true as I was now at the wedding of my best friend, who was marrying my other best friend and I was her Maid of Honour.

It was the blissful wedding day of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley.

I glanced over at Ron, who was Harry’s best man. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight ever so often. He was clearly nervous, I mean, it was his sister’s wedding!

I looked at Harry to see his nervousness was nowhere near Ron’s level. He was almost shaking with excitement and nervousness and happiness and Merlin knows what else.

The thing I was anticipating most was the vows. Given that Harry and Ginny are both romantic sops, there was no doubt that these would probably be the most romantic and amazing vows I’ll ever hear.

Finally, the man at the front of the alter that would soon declare Harry and Ginny a married couple, spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, will you please stand.” I grinned widely, facing to the front. Everyone arose from their seats, all smiling. I made a silent note to myself that if anyone objected, I’d hex them good.

Finally, Ginny entered through the curtains of the tent, her arm linked with her father’s. She was wearing the biggest smile that mirrored Harry’s. I could feel myself about to cry but composed myself. Ron was smiling softly at his sister and it was definitely endearing.

When Ginny came right in front of the aisle, she stopped and Arthur kissed her on her cheeks, his eyes pricked with tears. With a final smile, he departed and went to go stand with his wife, Molly, who already had tears falling from her eyes.

Ginny stood in front of Harry, her hands in his. They looked at each other for a while before turning their attention to the priest.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley. Both of them have prepared vows. We will start with Harry,” The priest said loud and steady. I was smiling so big that my cheeks were hurting but I didn’t care.

Harry looked into Ginny’s eyes and smiled. I was wondering why he didn’t have a paper of something in his hands before I realized that he memorized!

Harry cleared his throat. “Ginny,” He began slowly. “I have been dreaming about this day for so long. Years ago, that’s all I called it, a dream. But now, seeing you standing in front of me, looking absolutely beautiful, I feel like the luckiest man alive to say that my dream has come true and it’s all with you. I remember when we were younger and when we first started dating, all I wanted was to be around you. I wanted to smell the flowery scent in your hair, wanted to get lost in your beautiful brown eyes, and I just wanted to hold you. Even when I was away from you for so long, all I thought about was you and you motivated me the whole way through. I always thought that all’s well that ends well to end up with you. Now, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and love you forever.” Harry had the biggest smile on his face which I found absolutely adorable. I felt tears in my eyes the whole time he was talking and just felt so happy.

Harry pulled Ginny into a kiss with his hands cupping her face. Applause broke out along with cheering.

It was beautiful.

•••

The ceremony was over and now everyone was sitting at tables talking, eating and just having fun.

I was sitting at a table beside Ron and Harry was sitting across from us. “Where’s Ginny?” Ron asked Harry.

“Oh, she’s just with her Mum. This seat is reserved for her and only her.” He put his hand on the table with a stern look on his face.

“Alright, mate,” Ron laughed. I smiled as Harry always did save Ginny a seat at every table. I habit, I guess.

Soon after, Ginny came and sat down beside Harry. “I practically had to pry myself away from Mum. She was crying the whole time and hugging and kissing me. I don’t know how I got away.” Harry chuckled.

“I don’t know what she’s gonna do to me then,” Harry muttered.

“Mate, she might actually suffocate you with hugs in kisses. And I don’t think she’ll regret it either,” Ron said. We all laughed and continued talking.

Later on, it was the time when everyone was welcome to the dance floor. Harry and Ginny went along with a bunch of other people.

Ron got up and held his hand out to me. “Can I have this dance?” I smiled up at him.

“Of course,” I said as I took his hand and got up. He led me to the dance floor just as a slow song started playing and I wrapped my hands around his neck while he put his hands on my waist.

“Gosh, I’m horrible at slow dancing. Or any type of dancing for that matter,” I chuckled.

“Oh, please, ‘Mione! Do you remember me at the Yule Ball,” Ron said with a laugh and I laughed with him.

I took a glance at Harry and Ginny and saw them happily dancing, Harry whispered something to her that made her giggle and blush. I smiled at them. “They look so happy.”

“I know. Considering everything that they’ve been through together, it’s refreshing to see them happy.”

I nodded slowly. Everyone knew that Harry and Ginny were perfect for each other. We knew it from the very beginning. It’s beautiful to see what they’ve become now.

Lovers.

[protect-daniel-james]

honestly, i'd talk about fanfic with you all day and would totally ask you all of these, but how about: ❤️, 🥴 (however you define weird), 🌶️, 🏆, 🫣

haha thank you!

The fanfiction that holds a special place in your heart

Definitely the fics that were at the beginning of now "big" ships - I was the second person to post a Rakidrić fic on AO3, and the first person to post a Gavi/Pedri fic in there. I like being ahead of the curve, to be kind of "proven right" about certain chemistries being interesting and appealing. And I like the idea that someone thought of Gavi/Pedri fic, searched AO3, and mine was The One fic that was there in their time of need - before others eventually got the balls to write one as well (and now there's almost 350 fics with Gavi/Pedri, which is amazing, since it's a lovely ship). So these two will always be kind of special in this sense. I wrote a bunch of unpopular/rare ships, and I don't strive to write what's popular or what most people would read - I hope that someone might read my fic and think - this makes sense, why didn't I know/think about this pairing; rather than being one of the billions who write about Messi/Ron or Messi/Neymar etc.

I also wrote the first Harry Kane/Pochettino fic, and I'm sad and disappointed there's not more about them! (they deserved it)

Your weirdest fanfiction

In terms of pairing, definitely the Unai/Football one, but I am proud of it and once again - I think it is subtle and it makes sense. Like, it's written in a way that could convince someone to ship them, haha (I hope). I think the weirdest in the sense of story itself it's probably Italian Cuisine. I cringe at the stuff I wrote about Ronaldo/Dybala, because a lot of it was pure PWP with a bit of angst. It was really explicit compared with what I've been writing lately; and it's basically meaningless porn that's not really my style anymore. It feels weird to me now that I was like - oh sure, lets write about Ron fucking Dybala with a cucumber. There's no other meaning, or reason, or any sort of explanation.... It's literally just that. And I think I don't like writing stuff like that anymore.

I wrote a lot of "weird" things in terms of incest, omorashi, piss kink, priest!AU, priest kink, Basque separatism!AU, or even more in the past - Trudeau/Macron PWP lol ... But I think all of these were justified/served the story/served the exploration of the dynamic - but there is just no excuse for the cucumber story, period.

Your spiciest fanfiction

Uuufff, that's difficult to say since I find most of my PWPs from 2018-2019 cringy (and that's when I wrote most of the spicy stuff). Probably Rakidrić's Never knew anyone in love or Three is a charm (Two is not the same) about Kane/Poch/Southgate threesome. And of course, the priest kink with Dalić/Modrić (and it was my first risqué fic, or a fic that I felt like some people might have a problem with), I do like a priest kink hehehehe. Once again I would write it a bit differently and probably more...subtly today? I think I wrote a couple of nice spicy PWP things back in the day, but now I feel like I use smut scarcely, non-explicitly, or as a tool to depict someone's deep desperation and inability to connect/communicate in other way (Lampardverse, Frank/Mason, Scamacca/Paquetá...)

The fanfiction you are the most proud of

Right now, probably The Stands of Villa Park. Ngl, some parts made me emotional, because it made me think of the reasons why ppl love football so much, and how important it is, how it is part of life (I wrote my Master's thesis about something slightly covering this subject, so naturally I am passionate about it) - and it gave me an opportunity to explore all of this in a deeper, visceral manner of someone who would not survive without football, who needs it more than food and drink, and who needs all his senses filled with football, football, and only football.

I'm proud of the whole Lampardverse experience (but it's not my verse wink wink) and its stories because it just makes sense and explains a lot.

I think atmosphere wise, I really like Briefly and We'll Always Have London because of the heavy implications and what is left unsaid - the unrequited feeling in the former, and the relationship breaking up in the latter. I like having that in fics.

The fanfiction you were most hesitant to post

The Grizicest saga. I feel like it was sort of an appetizer before Lampardverse, and a lot of the themes first explored in Grizicest are now being rediscovered in Lampardverse. I actually got one anon hate for the Grizou, Grizou story on my previous blog loooool. Today, I would write it differently, definitely. But the main plot would probably stay mostly the same.

Also, today I wouldn't care at all about someone hating on that story. Look, (wo)man, I feel like writing a story about Unai fucking a football pitch. Or a trophy. Or Scamacca pissing on Paquetá, or Cousin Jamie breeding Franko. What are you going to do about it? As I said in the notes for my last fic, patrolling days are over.

[thegirlwhowrites642]

are there any themes, motifs, phrases, symbols, narrative devices or anything else that come up multiple times in different stories you've written? what are they, and why do you think they recur in your work?

Such an interesting question! Thank you.

I think I bring back a lot the concept of finding peace in someone in the middle of chaos. It's what attracts me the most about Harry and Ginny I believe. But I think it's something that I put a bit also in Percy and Audrey when I wrote their story. And I know it's something that I enjoy using in my original work. I suppose it is something I wish for in my life.

I'm also going to add a panic attack when it makes sense because for personal reasons it's something very cathartic for me to write. In general, I tend to write a lot about dark themes, and mental health, but also always associated with the contrast of light and healing, which I think it's pretty obvious when you read Back to the Eclipse, my first, and at the moment only, complex and long fanfiction. But knowing my original writing I see simply myself following my usual pattern even in fanfiction. A bit comes from personal struggles and a bit from this fascination I've always held for the themes of light/darkness, good/bad, life/death. It's basically in anything I do just in different forms. From the fact I study law to my end-of-middle-school thesis (it's a thing in my country) that was about Sherlock Holmes and the birth of criminalistic (I was a very well adjusted 13-years-old). I also know a lot about religions for example. And you should read some stuff I wrote as a child, like, why nobody thought of bringing me to, not even a psychiatrist, a priest for an exorcism is a mystery to me.

I love family dynamics. Even when they are ugly. This is more me being Italian I think. In English literature, you have all these orphans and found family, and to be honest, I find it appealing only to a certain point. In Italian literature is all generational trauma!, how to deal with both loving and hating your family!, it's a cultural thing. And, well, not to increase the stereotypes about Italians and family, but family is very important to me. I'm sorry too, a chat between Ron and Ginny, is one of my favourite pieces of fanfiction I've written.

When the story is complex enough I very much love to put in some symbolism (you can always see it in my love for bringing back Harry's bright descriptions of Ginny). Back to the Eclipse has a decent amount of it, from dates to other details (I'm still waiting for people to tell me if they spotted some of this stuff), because I feel like a story should have layers, it should tell you something new every time you read it, it should be worthy of being read again (and because I'm a nerd who loves to complicate her life). I don't think though that I have specific symbols I bring back, I think they should be studied in the context of the specific story and characters.

At last, when it comes to narrative techniques, I have to say that I like to go straight to the point. Some writers like to indulge for pages on creating a frame for a very specific scene but, with the exception of some particular masters of the craft, they are often parts that I can't wait to finish when I read and so when I'm the one writing I don't indulge in that (it often feels like an unnecessary showing off of artistry). If it's necessary for some reason of course I write it but otherwise, I just like to get into the thick of the story.

[saintsenara]

Not from the ask list but the characters in ur fics as Irish counties and why?

anon, this has absolutely sent me. i have genuinely never seen something more up my alley.

let's start with characters we can pull from the series for ireland's six superior counties, shall we...

antrim = oliver wood

a county full of lads who've never met a spivvy tracksuit they don't think is the height of fashion, and who have a vastly inflated sense of their success at sports.

armagh = tom riddle

armagh has a [deservedly] bloody reputation. he could settle down in the murder triangle. he'd like that.

down = draco malfoy

people who live in co. down really like thinking they're better than the rest of us just because it's easy for them to get to belfast [lads, how's that something to boast about?], so they have to be the series' whiniest flop.

fermanagh = rubeus hagrid

fermanagh is full of docile lads who build things, in my experience.

londonderry = ron weasley

canonically gorgeous, gorgeous girlies live in this fine county - by which i mean, of course, that i do. we deserve to be represented by the series' most gorgeous girly. and a ginger sweetheart with six siblings [so you know which side of the sectarian divide his parents are on...] would go down a storm with our mams.

tyrone = harry potter

my brother once had his nose broken in a pub in strabane, which doesn't sound particularly interesting until you realise that my brother is a priest. by which i mean - a county filled with people who are reckless, quick-tempered, and always ready to throw hands? it can only be represented by one man...

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and then the rest...

carlow = quirinus quirrell

the most interesting thing there is a big rock.

cavan = percy weasley

everyone i've ever met from cavan has been really boring and really tight. so there's that.

clare = ginny weasley

because it's gorgeous, in a not like other girls way.

cork = albus dumbledore

look at this canon line and tell me dumbledore's not a cork man... "In fact, being — forgive me — rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger.” 

donegal = sybill trelawney

always away with the fairies up there... and always drunk too.

dublin = walburga black

everyone you've ever met who lives in dublin is genuinely shocked to discover that the rest of the world exists beyond the m50. it's not not giving "has never set foot in muggle london and would die before she did".

galway = arthur and molly weasley

galway is the home of the nation's sophisticated [and, apparently, sexually adventurous] culchies - which fits two people from clearly quite distinguished backgrounds who nonetheless live the way they do...

kerry = gilderoy lockhart

you will never see american tourists get scammed more glamorously than in kerry.

kildare = regulus black

considerably less interesting than - and devoid of identity in comparison to - its neighbour, dublin.

kilkenny = charlie weasley

all they do is have red hair and hurl.

laois = daphne greengrass

on account of her irrelevance.

leitrim = sally-ann perks

on account of her irrelevance.

limerick = bellatrix lestrange

limerick used to be known as "stab city". she'd fit right in.

longford = mungundus fletcher

gombeen men abound.

louth = myrtle warren

because they [by which i mean the two people i know who were born there...] are always fucking moaning.

mayo = remus lupin

perpetually mopey, unless they reckon they're great at something.

meath = cormac mclaggen

they wish they were as class as the lads in dublin.

monaghan = cuthbert binns

genuinely couldn't locate it on a map.

offaly = grawp

i mean, who fucking knows? the entire place is a bog.

roscommon = aberforth dumbledore

you can guess why...

sligo = fred and george weasley

wheeler dealers, the lot of them.

tipperary = fleur delacour

the home of gorgeous, gorgeous girlies with striking accents.

waterford = dobby

they love a good strike.

westmeath = hermione granger

not somewhere you'd expect you'd choose to live if you were a bit of a know-it-all. and yet.

wexford = neville longbottom

they love to bang on about the soil.

wicklow = marge dursley

she drives a range rover and looks down on anyone who farms, change my mind.

[other answers from this ask game]

[particularj]

I want you all to look very carefully at this.

Currently, the Supreme Court stance / law of the land is that you cannot be given the death penalty for crimes that did not directly result in another’s death. In other words capital punishment is only for deadly crimes, per an interpretation of the 8th Amendment.

Florida is trying to pass a law to trigger a legal challenge that will drive it to the Supreme Court, to challenge the above ruling from just 2008. And you need to look at specifically what they are pushing.

From one perspective, one could see why sexual battery of a child deserves severe consequences. As a child advocate, I know that this heinous crime can indeed have life-long effects.

But it doesn’t kill the child. There is hope, therapy, healing, and the possibility of a full and fulfilling life. It’s not to say it isn’t devastating and I’m not trying to minimize the immense harm it causes. It is true that some children never recover and die through suicide or overdose. But instead of doing anything about gun control which absolutely leads to more death, Florida is focusing on this crime.

Why this crime?

Florida is also targeting queer people, trying to allege without proof and despite evidence to the contrary that queer people and drag queens harm children.

There is only one degree of separation between making sexual battery a capital crime and making the argument that any queer person being themselves, queer-fully, near a minor is automatically sexual battery. Or that using hormones on a trans youth is sexual battery in some absurd way. It only takes a simple amendment of their criminal code to classify these as such.

I’m not being hyperbolic. This is absolutely the path they will try to take.

They will ignore all of the Republicans and priests that have molested children for years.

They will focus intently on policing queer bodies. You can guarantee it.

It has always been about the eradication of queer people.