#but finals are starting (they're essays i should have started them ages ago)

[tennessoui]

november ko-fi fic!

hiya!! i am still working on the november ko-fi fic (to be published hopefully sometime this weekend)

(KUWSK family meal aka american thanksgiving themed with ✨chaos✨ to make it wholesome after the last two mob-themed ones lmao)

BUT i'm announcing here that i will be stopping the ko-fi fics after november!! with my grad program picking up, i've found that it's been really hard to balance how much i want to write, study, and just be here in this space online with y'all - and the ko-fi fics have been a ton of fun and honestly so good for my writing abilities, but they've also become a stressor the later in the month it gets without posting when i wanted to commit to having them out at the beginning of each month :(

so to make sure that no one gets charged in december, i'm just gonna delete my ko-fi the last day of november! all the fics i've posted on there will make their way to ao3 (probably in the first month of 2025) so no one will actually lose access to anything - i would just feel really bad if people were charged because they didn't see this or cause they didn't cancel in time or anything!

in all, this has been really fun for me and i'm really really so incredibly thankful for everyone who has become a supporter of my ko-fi (either for a few months or a day or the entire year it's been running). thank you thank you so much!! and i hope you enjoyed these little fics as well <3

[77angelnumbers77]

more asks!! 4 and 17 >:3c

Sorry for taking so long to reply!! I got busy 😭

4. What was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

I'm really a block first, ask questions later kind of person to just avoid long-term conflict and to curate my space. I guess on my last account, I did end up blocking some of my mutuals just because I needed a fresh start . . . even if I didn't really use the account after that.

Let's see . . . I'm willing to tolerate basically anything in moderation, short of bigotry and weird thirst stuff. I've blocked a lot of people who show up in my for you page just for posting x reader fanfiction. Not my cup of tea. I know that's weird for someone who spends so much time writing in the second person, but when that second person is supposed to be me that's harder -- and on top of that, I don't particularly want to fuck the Spiderverse guy.

Tags, on the other hand? I blocked dozens of them on my old account. I don't watch much of anything, so I typically block shows and movies when they start trending.

Sometimes a mutual will start posting a bunch of characters from a show/book/whatever that I can't see myself getting into. Sometimes it's just thirst for some particular guy, or really weird discourse that I'm getting on my feed for some reason. Into the tag filter!

I know it's not very tumblr-y of me, but I have different accounts for my different interests because I don't want to subject my mutuals to random guy/gal thirst™️from fandoms they're not in.

I have my first account from a good number of years ago that is effectively dead. I just spammed there. Hardly any original content.

I have my rarepair account which I use to exclusively talk about my favorite pairing from another franchise.

I had a more personal account for essays and such that I've since deleted. Frankly, I've always been a pretty private person, so I tend to keep these accounts to their defined subject and not crosspost. They're not even sideblogs 😭if I got into sideblogs we'd be here all day.

17. There should be more of this type of fic/art

VrisRezi meteorstuck

Sburb/Sgrub never happened AU (one of my favorite tropes because of the potential for angst)

I will always be so into well-done AUs. Worldbuilding is my best friend. I once read this fic with this amazing premise. It was more or less middle ages on Alternia with all sorts of details on how everything worked -- from the trolls and their physiology, to the human servants, to affairs around the castle. It's from an orphan account and the fic never went beyond 5(?) chapters. Every day I think about all the beautifully thought out fics that will never be completed. A well done fantasy AU is a real treat.

Bonus controversial take: in my opinion, we need less Humanstuck AU. It just takes a lot of the joy out for me! I used to be an avid Humanstuck writer myself, actually. I just think it's difficult to translate the trolls into understandable human characters without:

Changing them entirely or

Making them completely unsympathetic

Nothing against Humanstuck, I just think it's more fulfilling to flesh out Alternia.

[starlitscars]

Older Remus Lupin| Professor | Smut| Part 1 of two

Words: 4.1k

Summary: Y/N has an argument with Remus and doesn't talk with him for two weeks. One day, she wakes up and notices her classmates are gossiping about him and his new pet. Lupin's pet!

Thinking that there's someone new, she goes to his office to figure it out. But Remus knows a good way to show Y/N who's his only pet...

(wrote this months ago, so it's not the best. yay)

Lupin's pet?

Well, unbeknownst to you, that's going to be the last thing you'll expect to hear today.

It's been almost 2 weeks since you had another argument with Remus about that same old topic, complaining why he was so stubborn and never allowed you to help him with his unbearable pain after full moons.

As a result, you hadn't even looked at him since then and every time he had tried to keep you after class and have a talk, you'd just shrugged it off, ignoring him entirely.

It was a painful ignorance.

You felt really guilty about leaving him like that and your mind was clouded with the thought of upsetting him too much, but to your great dismay, you didn't have free time to make a visit and ease the tension.

Endless amount of homework and essays mixed with your anxiety about upcoming NEWTs had left no space for other things.

He surely would understand, wouldn't he?

It all went on like this for 14 days, but you finally made up your mind. Remus would never stop with those I-don't-want-to-hurt-you reasons and it was impossible to stay away from him any longer. You had to talk and convince him.

So today is going to be the day you get back to him. It has to start well and end well too.

But nothing always happens the way you want...

You slowly wake up from a peaceful sleep to begin a beautiful day at Hogwarts, completely unaware of the rumors that are flying around the castle and what's waiting for you at the end of the day when you find out about them.

After standing in front of mirror for countless minutes and finally being convinced that you look your best for today, you make your way to the great hall.

You still don't look up or make any eye contact with Remus, but your heart starts to beat a thousand times faster at the thought of surprising this man for tonight. Avoiding the shocked faces of your friends at your new appearance and a bunch of boys who look at you with open mouths, you sit on your usual spot and decide to try something new.

Knowing that Remus is sitting at the teachers' table a few meters away from you, isn't helping your impatient heart. So you decide to listen to students' different conversations to busy your mind and calm your racing heart.

"Who are you going to shag tonight?" A voice comes from behind, but you just wave your hand dismissively and ignore it with a chuckle.

'Only if you knew...'

Morning starts smoothly and at breakfast, there isn't much to talk about. You just hear some ranting about boring homework and long essays. Some others talk about their dates, upcoming Hogsmeade trips and a few chat about their crushes.

A bunch of "He's so cute." "You should just look at the way he walks." "Oh his smile. I would die for it." can be heard from your classmates too.

You sneer and roll your eyes. They're probably talking about one of those Quidditch players or good-looking boys of school. Well, that's the point. They're just boys and guys your age...but then you imagine Remus' smiles and his godlike walking. It instantly warms your insides and a blush finds its way to your cheeks.

You're so deep in your daydreaming that you don't even notice who they're looking at when the words come out of their mouths. All you can feel is how Remus' eyes are on you from where he's sitting, but you fight the urge to meet his gaze. That can wait for a few more hours.

It'll be more exciting.

First period of classes pass quickly and at lunch, things get more heated and clear.

Between all the grumbles about failed potions, taken house points and unwanted detentions, some "I bet his hair is softer than silk." "Oh girl, just imagine runing your hand through his hair while his head's between your thighs." catch your attention and your jaw drops when you hear them.

You clap a hand to your mouth to cover your blush and excitement. Who's this guy they're talking about? What are they even saying at other tables?

Then those girls continue in a lower tone and you listen more carefully as you carelessly take a sip of your drink. Not that you want to overhear, but they're sitting very close to you and you're suddenly interested in the topic.

"You'd be the luckiest girl in the world if you could be under him for once." "Look, he's not even here for lunch." "No wonder. I bet he has more important things to do."

Your eyes search the whole hall to find empty seats of many students at each table. It's a completely natural sight and every day some students miss the meals for different reasons. This causes you to miss a part of their conversation until one of them nudges your side, snapping you out of your thoughts with a question. "Don't you agree, y/n?"

'Agree what?'

Not wanting to seem clueless, you just nod quickly. "Yeah, yeah."

The girl smiles proudly and turns her attention back to others in front of her. "Told you. Everyone fancies him."

"Yeah, you're right." "He's also the best teacher we've ever had. No one can change my mind."

'What the hell? Best teacher?'

Your body goes still for a split second and you nearly choke on your drink, but you quickly compose yourself and begin to fiddle with your food to hide the urge of giving them a punch on the face. They're talking about a teacher and apparently, he's not here right now. It can't be your werewolf.

Secretly praying that he's there like always, you jerk your head in the direction of teachers' table. Your heart sinks when you find his seat empty, but you sigh in relief when you realize that Snape and two more teachers aren't there either.

That should be Snape then. That must be Snape.

The rest of classes pass in a blur. You hopelessly try to focus on lessons although your head starts to ache with new questions that you don't know how to answer them.

'They were talking about Snape, weren't they? What about Flitwick?'

'Why can't it be a boy?'

'Where the hell is Remus?'

It seems that you've been oblivious to all these gossips around the castle from the beginning of the year. It wasn't your fault your head was always filled with thoughts of Remus and exams. As long as the topic wasn't about things that belonged to you, you wouldn't mind it.

And now you refuse to believe that they're probably talking and even betting on him and more importantly, you can't do anything about it.

You can't just walk around and say "Hey, he's mine. Say one more thing about him and I'll hex you until you forget your own name." to anyone who compliments Remus. It puts his job in danger.

So you hold on your only hope: That can't be him and they're talking about another teacher.

Soon you'll find that you should worry about something more important than this...

Hours go by and night approaches in a flash. Feeling regretful for your stupid decision about listening to your classmates, you choose to ignore everything like before and just let the dinner pass, so you can meet the man you've missed so much and find out why he's been absent after breakfast.

You enter the great hall and absent-mindedly walk towards your usual spot. Midway on your way, the same girls from morning and afternoon pass behind you and once again you can't help but take notice of them.

"He's spending tonight with his special pet. That's a bet." "You're not wrong. Lupin's pet. That's hot."

They giggle and walk away, but you stand there frozen, not believing your ears. Your face drops and coldness washes over your body. Words linger in the air and all your excitement for meeting him vanishes totally.

'What the actual fuck?'

'How long they've been talking about him? Why him?'

Plan ruined.

You feel a lump in your throat as you gaze up at his empty seat. All the teachers are there except Remus. It doesn't surprise you as much as you expected. What leaves you speechless is the newfound information.

Lupin has a pet and obviously, it's not you. Because you're here and he's not in the same place with you. It all makes sense now.

"What a fool I've been. It just took him a few days to give up on me and keep someone else in his arms?" You mutter to yourself as you search for an excuse to skip dinner without making anyone suspicious.

You grip your bag tighter in your hand as you feel a sudden pang of jealousy and remorse.

Blood rushes to your face when you recall all your memories with him. Well, none of those girls has said there's someone else or a new pet. They don't even know about you. Also, there are plenty of times that Remus hasn't been able to join the meals due to his sickness or unfinished work.

But your mind doesn't seem to function normally right now. All you can think of is the previous weeks that you spent without Remus and how it's resulted in someone else taking your place next to him.

Having no appetite to eat anymore, you turn on your heels and shuffle out of the hall. Your head starts spinning a bit and you stop in one of the dark empty corridors, doubting if you should go back to your dorm or spend a little time in the library to free up your mind and process everything you've heard.

Knowing that your friends will be back to the dorm in half an hour and no one will probably study after dinner, your feet drag you to the library.

You sigh in relief when you find it unoccupied and decide to sit on a chair in the corner. Then, you pull a book out of your bag and open it, hoping it helps you forget everything. It's utterly impossible to read when all the distracting thoughts and potential reasons of their gossips are attacking your mind.

You didn't expect to hear your name between their conversations, but it still hurts to imagine that someone else is doing the things that you've done with him before. You were always his good girl and now?

Well, you've filled up your mind now, instead of freeing it up.

You scold yourself countless times and slam your book shut as you angrily stand up. This has to come to an end tonight. After packing your bag in haste, you storm out of the library and aimlessly wander through the corridors for a few minutes. When you make sure that no one follows from behind, you keep on walking to the familiar direction of his office.

Though you know all the steps that lead you to his place and you can even find it with blind eyes, it feels weirdly strange to walk this way again. What will his reaction be?

The dim light that comes out of his door, casts a faded shade of yellow on the stone floor, calming you a bit.

But it's not enough. All those words start to flow back to your mind with each step you take and your hands get cold as you get closer to the door, wondering why all of a sudden every movement is slow and your shoulders feel heavy.

"He's so cute."

No, they can't talk about him like that.

"Imagine running your hands through his silky hair while his..."

No, these thoughts shouldn't turn you on.

"Lupin's pet. That's so..."

No, it's definitely not you. Don't get your hopes up. He doesn't want you anymore.

"The luckiest girl in the world is the one who's under..."

No, you're not jealous.

"I bet he's spending tonight with his special..."

No, if special, why a secret? Just find out who's taken your place and you may end up hexing or killing that person.

You push everything out of your mind when you finally reach the door. It's slightly ajar, indicating that he's still here. Feeling a little turned on and angry, you take a deep breath and raise your hand. After a moment of hesitation, you push the door fully open without bothering to knock.

Seeing him after a long time makes your heart sink. Maybe this wasn't the way to get back to him, but your anger takes over again and you ignore his warm smile and how his face lights up when he lifts his head to meet your eyes.

He's sitting behind his desk with a quill in his hand, seemingly grading the stack of papers that are laying all over the desk in front of him. Even from this distance, you can tell how tired and sleepy he is, but he still offers you a welcoming smile which you can't return. Not just yet.

Where's that girl?

"y/n, long time no s-" He begins in a tone of delight, but you slam the door shut behind you to interrupt him as your eyes scan the room for a sign of someone else until your eyes land on him again.

"Where's she?" You ask icily as you take a few steps towards him, noticing how his smile changes to a confused look.

He puts the papers back on the desk as his eyes follow your movements, "She? Who?"

Of course he's going to deny it now.

You chuckle bitterly and throw your bag on the floor, making sure to add extra force on it as it lands next to your feet with a bang. Then without a word, you stride towards him and when you reach his desk, you let all the papers fall down with a swipe of your hand.

Remus seems taken aback by your unexpected harshness. Well, that was a little too bold, but there's no taking back now. You circle the desk and jump on it, sitting right in front of him as you let your legs swing back and forth.

He bends down and picks his wand up from the floor, waiting for you to say something as he flicks it to probably lock the door. Not caring about what he does with that wand, you just fold your arms and fake a smile before continuing in a sarcastic tone, "Well professor, turns out that you've got a new pet. I came here to congratulate."

He looks at you even more confusedly, but doesn't deny anything, "Thanks, but it's not new though."

'Not new? I just didn't visit for a few days and he's already given up on me? It's true then.'

His reply fills your heart with disappointment and your anger turns to fear. You wonder why he's easily talking about someone else in your presence like it's so simple and casual. Next words come out of your mouth in a shaky voice.

"You- You like her?"

"So much." He huffs and runs a hand through his light brown hair, clearly annoyed by your silly questions. "y/n, let me grade the rest of these papers and we can go down-"

"Does she make you happy?" You interrupt again, feeling how tears brim in your eyes. He carelessly fiddles with the quill between his fingers, only reminding you of what happened at lunch.

"Yeah. She's a quite clever one and she's so lovely."

This is unbelievable. You slowly unfold your arms and stop your legs from swinging. Next question quickly forms in your head and you ask it nervously, afraid of his answer to this one.

"Have I ever seen h- her?"

Remus frowns slightly and looks down at the papers before looking back at you. He studies your face for something god knows what as he replies, "Did you have a drink or something? You've seen her quite a lot. She brings my letters for you."

Your eyes widen with shock and you struggle to keep your jaw from dropping for the second time today.

"Letters? What?"

Now it's his turn to chuckle bitterly, "Honestly y/n, did you just come here to ask about my owl? I thought you missed me."

Was it just his owl?

You avert your eyes for a moment and shift in your seat awkwardly as you stutter with words. "No, no. I mean, not that pet, a- a teacher's pet."

His mouth forms an o when realization hits him. He slowly puts his quill on the desk next to your thigh and leans back in chair with folded arms as he keeps his gaze fixated on you.

How the tables turn.

Minutes pass in silence. You notice how his eyes roam your body up and down. His expression is unreadable. There's something on his face that you can't make out if it's an amused smile or mischievous smirk. Whatever it is, it sends a chill through your body.

You swallow heavily when he pulls his chair closer to you and his eyes finally land somewhere down your belly, on your skirt.

His eyes are definitely darker than what you saw moments ago. The mischief that sparks in them, doesn't go unnoticed by you.

Suddenly aware of your position, you look down to find out how your skirt has rolled up and literally covers nothing much anymore. Why is his face dangerously close? Why is he devouring you with his eyes? You wonder to yourself, but no words come out of your mouth. Instead, your heart starts to beat a thousand times faster when he speaks up in a low whisper.

"I smell jealousy."

Damn, he is a werewolf.

He casually rests his palms on your bare thighs and his thumbs softly brush your sensitive skin. He smirks up at you, clearly enjoying the way you tremble under his touch and how you bite your lip nervously to stop yourself from making any sound.

Remus' hands slowly travel up, tracing the expanse of your inner thigh as he looks up at you, not allowing you to look away or budge.

Your cheeks flush when you hear his next words and all your anger and fear fade completely.

"I thought we both know who's my pet. How could you not know it, baby?" He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on your thigh, causing you to let out a small moan.

His hands slowly slide up between your thighs and you give a jolt when you feel his thumb tracing over your clothed clit. His other hand pulls the fabric up to add more friction to his touch.

"Why all of a sudden you're speechless? I didn't expect it from you." He asks in a low voice, making you melt as he stops his movements on your aching clit and places his hands back on your thighs (unfortunately).

Knowing what's waiting for you now that you've been harsh and bold, you try to compose yourself and escape the situation.

"Righ- right. I guess I should leave now." You begin to move, but he gives your thighs a hard squeeze, indicating that you're not going anywhere without his permission.

That is surely a warning.

"You made me be late for dinner. You're going to pay for it, baby girl."

"I- but it's not too late." You glance at the wall clock as you search for a reason, but Remus shakes his head.

"Too late."

Then he pauses for a second and his hand finds its way around your waistband. "Plus, if I'm not mistaken, this," He points at your short skirt as he begins to unzips it. Something you'd decided to wear this morning. "Shows that you haven't come here to just argue."

He's right.

You lift your hips up, letting him take your skirt off effortlessly. He then toses it somewhere on the floor, not breaking eye contact as he taps on your knee.

"Up, now." Dominance drips from his voice, making you follow his instructions without a second thought. You dutifully oblige and lift your knees, bracing your feet on the wooden desk which causes you to spread your legs and show off a generous amount of your lower body to his piercing gaze now that there's no skirt to cover you.

You forget to breathe for a second when he leans over and begins to kiss your inner thigh, his warm breath fanning all over your skin. His middle finger begins to rub up and down your clit as he holds your leg open with his other hand.

"You made me miss you so much." He whispers between the kisses, igniting your insides as you try to suppress your moans.

"You made me miss this."

You let out a whimper when he withdraws his finger and his next kiss is on your pussy. You close your eyes and throw your head back as you feel the tip of his tongue running it up and down your desperate clit.

But it disappeares quickly and he slaps your thigh sharply. You squeak surprisedly and your eyes fly open as both pain and pleasure course through your body.

"Eyes on me."

You nod eagerly and he continues to tease you with his warm tongue while he gently rubs his hand over where he's just slapped.

He slowly begins to stand up from his chair, adding more pressure to his tongue as he does so. It feels so good that all you want to do is to press his head on your pussy and get as much as him as possible, whether it be your hand on his hair or your thighs around his head.

But nothing always happens the way you want...

Just when your legs start to shake, he stops and pulls back, lifting his head to look at the whimpering mess he's made from you. You pout your lips, not attempting to hide your desperation.

"You're already wet and it's so fucking pathetic, you know it?" He announces, looking you dead in the eyes as he steps closer.

You gasp when he grabs your waste and presses his body firmly to yours, wanting you feel his growing bulge between your thighs as much as possible, "Do you feel what you've done to me? Are you even able to pay for that? I doubt it." He asks with a dark chuckle, making you wet even more.

The way his body is this close to you is so intimating and you haven't felt it in a long time, so you'll do anything to convince him, "Please make me pay."

"You want to be my midnight sin, don't you?" His raspy voice echoes in your ear as he traces his thumb over your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Midnight sin. The way he says it makes your heart beat even faster, if that's humanly possible.

He then begins to leave sloppy kisses over your neck while you search for words. The feeling of him this close is so good that you don't dare to say anything more, afraid of stopping him or bursting into tears.

"I-oh my- I want to be your sin every single day." You finally confess truthfully.

"Oh really? Then why you were away for two fucking weeks?"

You've missed him so much. He's missed you too, but he's definitely going to tease you until you regret leaving him like that.

There's a reason he's so calm. Surely a storm is on the way.

"Say something. I've missed your voice." He purrs between the kisses and his fingers caress your cheek as he gently nips the soft skin of your neck, earning a low moan from you.

Guilt washes over you at his words. It's time to apologize.

"I- I'm sorry. Everyone was talking about you and I- It really made me angry. I'm sorry for not visiting you too. Tha- That was my fault. Please make me regret it." Words come out of your mouth in a shaky voice.

"Alright. I'm sure you're sorry." He suddenly pulls away and stands a few meters away from you, leaving you frustrated at the loss of touch.

Fuck, he shouldn't tease like this.

Your eyes follow as he walks away and his figure disappears behind you, "Don't leave me here."

"Don't worry. I won't let you go this easily." He replies with his mischievous smirk and walks out of the office.

You sigh in relief and close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to process what's happening while you listen the sound of your racing heart. It makes you even more excited when you don't know what's going on in his mind.

After a minute, you hear footsteps from behind and open your eyes to watch him approaching you with something in his hand.

Something that makes you imagine all the naughty things he's able to do with it...

Part 2

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[mycheriejubilee-blog]

10:12 PM | May. 6 | 2019 | I am back!!

I don't think any of you missed me but... if any of you did, I am here so you don't have to think about when I'm coming back anymore!! A lot has happened while I was on hiatus.

So school-wise I did quite a bit. The week after I went on hiatus I had state testing. So, I completed 5 tests in 3 days. It wasn't very hard, but I really need to get better in science. I basically just skimmed through science in the 1st semester so I didn't really remember anything I learned. Plus, they brought up topics from 1-2 years ago. I was really struggling in my 1st and 2nd years of online school. So I barely focused and just rushed to get it done.

Other than that, the other tests were fine. I saw a cute boy with curly hair. It seems like 90% of guys with curly hair are cute. But he was probably like 17 or 18 so it would be pretty much illegal if we were together and all that. Very unfortunate. T-T

There was also this boy in like 5th or 6th grade that had a full on cowboy outfit... like that's cool but we were testing, so I didn't really understand why he was dressed like that. He had like a fedora hat too. But,,,,, I shouldn't judge people like that so just forget what I said about him. His outfit was nice.

OKAY BUT. Really good news! I'm going to public school after summer break!! I'm... actually going to see and interact with people!! Physically!! I have felt so lonely these past few years. Everyone says high school is terrible, even my dad said it was the worst of the worst. Is that true? I feel like it's true but I also don't want to assume everyone is annoying and stupid.

I had a choice to decide to go or stay in online school. I was mixed between feeling deep fear that everyone would judge me or something bad would happen to me and feeling excitement because I might actually find friends there...? I had only a few days to decide. But, of course I said yes to going to public school. I truly want to see what it's like. It's only been 3 years but it feels like it was an eternity of being alone. So much has happened... and I've changed so much.

So my mom enrolled me in the high school. I get to see the campus and get a tour on Thursday this week!! That's why I wanted to come back. I wanted to start posting before I went.

I also completed tests and an essay while I was gone. Currently, I actually need to do this essay. I haven't even begun to do it yet. I hate when I procrastinate. It's not even hard, I just would rather not do it! But other than that, I'm caught up. I can't fall behind at the end of the year.

Now starting from now, I'm not going to talk about anything related to school.

So, I got to play with the boy. It was actually really fun and still his voice makes me weak,,,. Like- I was waiting for him to get back online and suddenly he talked into the mic and his voice was like so much deeper I just-. It's such a blessing to hear his voice I'm not joking. T-T

ANYWAYS. I am finally caught up on the bnha manga! I wanted to catch up for weeks but I just didn't do it. Plus, it would kind of be useful for my story. I can't believe the 4th season still hasn't come out and there's this much going on in the manga!!

So, I have watched some animes. I am on the last episode of the 2nd season of Bungou Stray Dogs. It's so good!! Just a few more episodes then I will be all caught up on the anime. Then I'll have to wait a week for the next episode like everyone else. I also want to read the manga too.

So, we're actually almost done with Naruto, then we should be watching the Shippuden. I finished season 2 of free! And I am currently on season 3. I haven't gotten to it because... of school stuff. I watched like 5 minutes of Noragami. But I know I'll watch it once I finish free! I also need to start watching Demon Slayer. Thankfully, the anime just started so it won't be much to watch.

I started another anime,,, I told myself I wouldn't watch more than 1 anime at a time but,,, I lied to myself. It's called Servamp. I was searching up... stuff for my writing and I found it and watched the 1st episode. It's decent so far.

Speaking of writing, I really did get a lot of inspiration for my story from the manga and some songs too. AND! I was right! I estimated Tomura's age to be around 20 and it's canon that he's 20 currently!!

[ This paragraph below has spoilers for the bnha manga, don't read if you haven't caught up completely on the manga, or read Tomura's origin! ]

It also seems that the theorists were right about him killing his family as a child. Unless AFO messed with his mind and he actually killed them, y'all were right. I really feel like I understand him more as a character than ever!

I also came up with some more OCs and quirks they could possibly have. I have no intention of sharing my story but... if it turns out decent maybe I will.

I'm playing mystic messenger. I'm on Saeyoung's route!! There's so much drama! It's so good! And he was kind of mean at first but now he's really sweet and cute! I mean he was always cute but y'know. What happened with his family is so sad. :(( Thanks Cheritz! We don't deserve y'all!! Not being sarcastic either!!

Not last yet, but so far I have done a water change for my goldfish! They're doing really well right now. :)

Lastly,,, I have come up with a plan to better myself before public school. I intended on doing it "later" but it seems that I should geniunely start my plan now. I've had this in mind for months. Now is the time! It's really late for me now though. I'll post my plan later this week! But it should be before Thursday! There's no guarantee though.

If you read all of this, thank you! I had a lot to say since so much happened.

~ Valentina ✨🕊

[dramionediscussion]

(1/2) Judging by the fact that they're dentists and gave her a weird name, I headcanon that Hermione comes from an upper-middle-class family. And that her grandfather would be at odds with her parents because he's under the impression that they're not raising her right because she hasn't gone (yet because I do think she would've gone to university eventually) to a prestigious university like a respectable young lady her age should.

(2/3) I also headcanon that her extended family would dislike Draco or think he’s not worthy of her because they’re under the impression that he’s some sort of riff-raff (because in true wizard fashion he keeps his hair long and wears weird, “hippy-ish” clothes), he didn’t graduate from a prestigious university (and Hermione can’t lie about it because they’re all Oxbridge alumna with connections so they would know) and

(3/3) and he seems “poor” because he doesn’t own or do activities that are the usual muggle indicators of wealth (he has no proper car, he doesn’t know how to ski or even knows what a skiing holiday is, he can’t intelligently hold a conversation about muggle politics). Hermione’s grandfather pulls her father aside and expresses reservations about Hermione falling in with that “strange hoodlum with no prospects.”

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I can see Hermione’s family being leery of certain Wizarding folk. With the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, only Hermione’s immediate family, her parents, know that Hermione is a witch and that she goes to a magical school. Her parents would have to explain in a manner to her other friends and family that Hermione goes to a school in the Scottish country side with other kids like her. 

I’m sure that, even though the Ministry is inept majority of the time, they have something in place for families of Muggle-born witches and wizards that keeps people from questioning where that child goes for about 10 months out of the year. That way the statute is kept in place.

I believe on the Dramioneasks blog we got an Opinion ask a few months ago that detailed that due to Hermione’s parents being dentist, she would have been Upper to Lower end of the rich class according to the UK’s salary information for dentists. 

Dentists in the UK make about on average 50,000 GBP a year, which is $64,264 a year in US dollar. So two dentist would make about 100,000 GBP or $128,582 USD yearly. If Hermione’s parents worked in specialty dentistry or private practice they could make more than that. We’re talking about 140,000+ GBP for one dentist in a private practice setting. 

Wowzers!

I don’t think that they would be too leery of Draco though. While the books doesn’t describe in detail his outfits, it is implied that when not wearing the Hogwarts uniform, he is wearing suits or some form of slacks, buttoned up shirt and vest with a robe. It would be clear to everyone from Draco’s well tailored clothes that he comes from money. Even if he kept his hair long like Lucius, it could be explained as a family custom or tradition to allow ones hair to grow out. 

And while he may not have graduated from a university that they know of in England (he could have just as easily stated he graduated from a university in France), they would have found it impressive that he assists his father in running his families estate and various holdings, citing that his father has been training him from a young age in preparation for when he eventually becomes the head of the household. 

After the war Draco was changed, he saw where his parents convictions had gotten them according to JK’s essay on him. He would have slowly gotten to know the Muggle world, to further challenge the last of his holdings of his blood prejudice teachings. So when he subsequently meets Hermione again and they eventually start dating she would introduce him to more things. And when it was finally time for Draco to meet the rest of her family, Draco would have been properly prepared to face them. 

Hermione does not seem like the type of person to throw someone she cares about to the wolves without properly arming them with weapons to subdue them. 

TL/DR:

I believe that they would have viewed him as an eccentric (if he didn’t drive or deign to talk about politics) billionaire that is able to keep up Hermione and is much better than her last boyfriend.

- Wynken