#get your broom and pointy hat out

[lotties-ashwagandha]

THE NECESSITY OF BROOMSTICKS

rio vidal x reader, 938 words

you compromise on halloween decorations with your witch girlfriend. silly stupid halloween fluff w no depth just witches because WHERE are the fluff fics for agatha all along.

Rio looks at the sign with distaste. “What the fuck is witches’ brew?”

You look at the sign you’re hanging in the kitchen, Fresh Witches’ Brew, and smile. It’s decorative, you bought it while you were out today, one of the many Halloween decorations you found to put around the house. “It’s… you know. Potions. Spells. Cauldrons.”

She tilts her head. “No one uses cauldrons anymore.”

You roll your eyes, stepping back from the sign. It matches well with your home, it adds a playful touch you suspect you need in sharing a home with Death. Rio is obviously displeased, though, standing with her arms crossed as she glares up at your decor. She’s always hated the way witches are portrayed in the media this time of year — pointy hats and bubbling cauldrons and, as you love to point out, riding on brooms.

‘I rode on a broom once,’ she reminded you furiously the other day when you had brought home a new throw pillow with a stereotypical green witch with her pointy hat riding on a broom. ‘It was necessity.’

“I bought something else,” you tell her and reach for your bag of decor. She puts on an uninterested expression, but cranes her neck to look over into your bag. This time, you pull out new coffee mugs. Hocus Pocus, they read, in giant orange lettering. You hand Rio one of the mugs.

“Oh,” she looks down at the mug and then up at you — it’s on the tip of her tongue, a remark about how witches aren’t like Hocus Pocus movie witches, but instead she places it on the kitchen counter and with an obligatory smile she thanks you. She gravitates close to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and watching intently as you sort through the rest of your decor.

“I think I’ll go out today and get some decorations, too,” Rio announces and presses a quick kiss to your cheek — you expect to see a black lipstick stain when you next glance in the mirror. She stands up a little straighter, watching you with unwavering resolve. It sounds unnatural and dry when she says, “You’ve put me in the Halloween spirit.”

You nod, though you’re a bit hesitant. She hardly celebrates Halloween like you do — she’s more ancient than your commercialized celebrations, she views them as silly and meaningless compared to those of past centuries. It’s a night that was once viewed with much more reverence, a night that was respected with the severity it demands. Nonetheless, you’re curious as to what she will come up with to use for decorations — it’s hard to envision her trekking through the store for a scarecrow fit for the front porch.

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As you are putting up the last of your decorations, Rio comes in through the front door. She hauls something behind her, dragging it in through the door and propping it up on the couch: a life-sized plastic skeleton. Her gaze flits between you and it as she interprets your reaction, and you see the sense of achievement she holds.

“He was on sale,” Rio says, “so I got him some friends. They’re out on the patio sitting around that big cauldron you bought. I covered them in fake blood and drove one of my knives through one of their rib cages.”

Though inanimate, the look the skeleton on your couch wears on its bony face reflects Rio’s excitement. It’s charming, and you can only imagine the way the others she bought look sitting around your witches’ cauldron out on the patio. The vision has a smile pulling at you, and Rio’s pride in her purchases only seems to grow.

“I love him,” you nod to the skeleton on the couch. “Are you going to put him with the others?”

“No,” she digs around in a bag she brought in and pulls out a horror clown mask. “He gets to be a dead clown. You get your witch hats, I get my dead things.”

It’s a compromise you are willing to settle on for her. You know your days of traveling through the house at night for a glass of water have been ripped away until the skeleton is stored for next Halloween, but it’s a fair exchange if it means Rio will be more content in the face of your stereotyped witch decorations.

Rio slips the clown mask onto the skeleton and steps back to examine her work. She pulls out a dagger she keeps on her — you’ve told her that it is unnecessary to carry around knives constantly, but she never listens — and hands it to you. She nods to the skeleton. “Do the honors?”

“What, incriminate myself with clown murder?”

Rio nods enthusiastically. You approach the skeleton, and in a swift motion you drive the dagger into his chest.

“Beautiful,” Rio takes your hand when you come back to stand at her side. She pulls you close, and she leans in to kiss you before she stops and pulls away.

“What are you doing?” You ask, but Rio doesn’t respond, just disappears into the kitchen. “Rio?”

When she comes back, she holds your Witches’ Brew sign. She places it beside the skeleton and together you view the new addition to your seasonal decor.

“There,” Rio says. “Now it’s how it should be.”

A dead murderous clown selling witches’ brew on your couch — an addition to your household that you never would have suspected necessary, but one that makes your fall celebrations feel complete. Now Rio kisses you, peppering your face in more black lipstick stains, love outstanding the transience of autumn.

[friend-crow]

Types of Witches

Animist Witches - You've probably been told that animations are created by quickly flipping through lots and lots of still frames, but this is all an elaborate coverup. Obviously that shit is magic.

Cristal Witches - Made from a blend of Chardonnay and Pinot Noir grapes, Cristal Witches are aged for six years, then left for a further 8 months after dégorgement.

Dianic Witches - Only witches named Diana are allowed to join. No, Diane, you aren't "close enough".

Elemental Witches - This is who you call if the heating element on your stove goes out.

Gardnarian Witches - Very good at gardening. Less crossover with Hedge Witches than you might expect.

Green Witches - They are green. What are you not getting? Think Wicked Witch of the West. The melting in water thing was greatly exaggerated for the story, though. That almost never happens.

Hearth Witches - This branch of witchcraft is known for their fire building techniques, most likely developed in response to living in drafty houses.

Hedge Witches - Work with topiary mostly, but may dabble in bonsai or flower arranging.

Kitchen Witches - Like Sandwiches but less specific.

Solitary Witches - Hard to say what they get up to as most of them are extremely reclusive and/or off the grid entirely.

Traditional Witches - Very concerned with broom regulations and authenticity. Will give you shit if your pointy hat is not historically accurate.

[liyahsim]

Vampires vs Witches Collection - Everyday Outfit

Surprise! A new collaboration with my friend @luxysims! Halloween is my favorite celebration and we wanted to do a little collaboration and give it a fun twist.

🌙✨ Today, an epic battle breaks out between Luxy and me: Vampires vs. Witches! And I have a mission: convince you to choose vampires! 🦇🦇(Do not read her evil post, is full of lies)

First, let's get one thing straight: When it comes to transportation, who wants to ride a broom when you can arrive at the party in bat form?🦇 It's clear who's got style! While they're rocking their pointy hats and antique-shop vibes, we vampires are rocking red-carpet-worthy looks. Because let's face it, no one's dying for a broom! 🧹

Now, about the powers: Witches cast spells, but their enchantments are more complicated than filling a house with chimneys and hoping it doesn't burn down. We just need to use our charisma, and if it doesn't work we'll always have hypnosis to get our way!

And let's not forget eternity. While witches are searching for herbs in the garden, we're at the party, enjoying the neighbor's blood in fancy glasses. Life is short, but not for us!

So, if you want to join the funnier and darker side of fashion, become a vampire! Because, let's face it, while witches are busy mixing potions, we're setting trends and enjoying the night. 🍷✨

It's time to get your fangs out! Let's win this style war!🧛‍♀️🖤⚰️

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[batfam3000]

Witch femReader X Jason Todd AU

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Jason finds himself living with a witch after coming back to life.

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(Because I don’t like using ‘reader’ or ‘Y/N’ she shall be called Irene, you can use your name if you want, just find it easier to use a character name.)

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It was a snowy day, you were in a cloak with a very pointy hat, a broom at your side, you were out in your forest practicing fire magic by a river.

“Boom boom!!” You yelled out as explosions after explosions went off, you had an evil look in your eyes, one that makes any sane person run for the hills, you were just about to head back when something floating down the river caught your attention.

“is that a log?” You cover your eyes with your hand and squint, as it got closer your eyes widen in shock and horror.

“Nope that’s that body?!” You screech getting on your broom and flying closer, it looked like a boy around your age, your grab the collar of his shirt and pull him to the rivers edge, and lay him down on his back, you click your fingers and he was dry.

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead…I can’t have another body on my property, people are still asking questions about the first” you check his pulse on his neck, and there it was a faint heartbeat.

“Phew safe” now you knew he was alive, you take a look at him, he looked to be around 15-16, with black hair with a tuft of white in it, and it looked like he was in a suit with a white button up shirt with black pants, and missing a shoe, he looked handsome.

Something else caught your attention, it was marks and bruises that were peeking out from under his shirt, they looked incredibly nasty from what you could see of them.

“Mmh..” he grumbled turning his head a little, he didn’t wake but that was a good sign.

“Alright handsome boy, we’ll get you back to my cottage” you click your fingers and summoned a portal, you grab his collar and drag him like a mother cat with a kitten.

“Aaahhg! Heavy!” You pant and take a moment to breathe, and stretch your back.

“I really wish I knew how to levitate things more heavier than a cup, Alright this isn’t gonna work so” you click your fingers and summon a portal under both of you, you fall into it, and when you emerge, you’re in your cottage.

It was a small cottage with a water wheel attached to it, inside it had a small kitchen with a small stove and a single cupboard, if you walk a couple steps that leads into a lounge with a couple chairs a fire place and a huge book shelf and Candles everywhere, and behind a door was a small bedroom with a double bed. 

“Well now…..how do I get you to the bed?….which sounds really wrong out of context” you blink and drag him through the kitchen and lounge then take a breather as you get to the door, his back was filthy and the white shirt was now many shades of mud and dirt, you opened the door to the bedroom but before lifting him on the bed, you lean him against it.

*click*

You click your fingers and his shirt was now clean, well appears to be, it will need a wash, you look at the bed, and wondering how to get him on it, if you could barely drag him.

“Lift with your knees, mmmhg n-not with your back” you say hooking your arms under his, and grabbing his torso and lifting him up, you managed to get half his body onto the bed but his legs were hanging off, you take of his one shoe and you grab both of his ankles and lift them on with ease, you fall to the floor panting.

“That’s the most amount of movement, I’ve done in a long time” your hat flew off your head onto a coat hanger, as well as your cloak, your broom flew up and started poking your side

“Alright! I’ll get up” you grumbled as you lift your body from the floor and move to check on the boy, his breathing was more even now, but he was cold to the touch, you place your hand over the top of his head and green light shone from it, you healed some of the less serious injuries and numbed some of the pain but it wasn’t perfect.

“I think some warmth and rest will have to do for now, besides the already existing marks. I’ll have to wait till he’s more conscious to ask him about anything else” you place your thick blanket over him tucking him in, you go out the room to your kitchen and fill a metal pot with water and bring it to the fire you place it over the flames on a hook in the fire place, and let it boil, while that was boiling, you go to a cupboard and find your metal bed warmer.

“Okay now, I’ve got to wait for the pot, anything else?” You think about medicine to help but giving him herbs you aren’t sure if he’s allergic to anything, so best to wait till he’s awake, you finally hear the awful high pitched sound from the pot, you grab a think cloth and lift the pot from the hook and pour it into the bed warmer, you grab the long stick and bring it to the bedroom and lift up the mattress placing it under.

“That should warm you up in no time” you take another look at him and place a hand on his forehead, he’s warmed up quite a bit and gotten some of his complexion back.

The sun was setting and now it was nighttime, the boy was still asleep, the fire was still roaring and when the bed warmer got cold you change it, any extra blankets you had, you brought and placed on him, and now you were next to the bed, on the floor with a make shift bed, which had a spare pillow and your summer blanket which didn’t provide much warm but you could sleep, you lay back and close your eyes falling to sleep.

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It was late at night when the boy sat up in a bed.

“Where am I?” He looked around at the unfamiliar room, he didn’t feel much pain, but maybe he was used to it and just couldn’t feel it anymore, he was surrounded by many blankets with a burnt out candle on a bed side table, his eyes land on a girl on the floor, she was sleeping soundly.

“Who?” He try’s to lifts himself up and out the bed, to analysing her, he sits up but stops, when he hears what sounds like a click, he felt a pressure on his body, forcing him to lay down, the blanket moved on its own to drape over him, and a small candle was lit, it floated over to him, the boy froze and went on his guard, the girl popped her head up and looked at him.

“Finally awake pretty boy” the boy looked at you confused, he looked to the side then back at you

“I’m pretty boy!?” He spat out glaring at you, now awake you could see his green eyes narrow with distrust.

“Yes who else would I be talking about?” You said, He cocked his eyebrow

“Pretty?!” He yelled at you almost insulted, You sigh and place a hand on his forehead, he froze.

“Looks like you’re finally back to normal temperature” you pull away, the boy looked at you watching your every move, you click your fingers and he was free to move again.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?” He sat up yelling questions after question at you

“Wait, wait hold on!” You hold your hand up

“One at a time, first I found you floating down a river, second your at my cottage and third I’m Irene, I’m a witch” you do a little wave of the hand and sparkles shine around you, the boy just gives you a deadpan look

“A witch?” He asked removing the cover from him and trying to get up, you move to help him and he slaps your hand away.

“Stay away from me!?” He reeled back his face was pale and his eyes were wide, his breathing was uneven, you stop and take a step back

“Sorry…you take your time” you look at him and slowly show your empty hands, and sit down on the floor a bit away from him.

He moves up on the bed, his back hits the headboard, he curled up his body, knees to his chest and arms around them with his face resting on them, he watched you like a hawk, it was silent.

“…..so I’ve told you my name, what’s yours?” He looked at you glaring

“…..Jason” he croaked out

“Jason, that’s a weird name” you chuckle, he looked at you puzzled

“It’s quite a common name actually, Irene’s an old lady name” he gave you a cheeky smirk while saying this

“O-Old lady name?!” You yelled a bit, Jason was still by the headboard, with his knees to his chest, but seemed more calmer than before.

“Yeah old lady name, what are you a meta human and are actually like really old?” Jason moved his head up to ask, you had your back against the wall, giving him a confused look.

“Meta human? Whats that?” You tilt your head confused

“A person with powers” he answered

“Well I’m a witch, born to a witch and warlock, at least I think I am….” You mumble the last bit but shake your head and continue.

“And can do a lot of things with a snap of a finger” you explain snapping your fingers, Jason looked at you intrigued

“Prove it” he move his body so now he’s sitting cross legged.

“Alright what you want to see, explosions? Fireworks?” As you were saying this your hands glowed a deep red, small visions of fireworks appeared, Jason leaned in watching, his mouth was hanging open and he looked like a fish.

“Woah?!!” He blinked as you stopped

“Was that enough to prove I am a witch?” You chuckle and stand up, “can I walk over and sit on the bed?” You stand there and he nods, you move over and sit.

“Are you alright? You where floating down a river when I found you” the moment the words left your mouth he froze blinking confused, he moved a hand to his face as if feeling for something, he then looked down at his clothes

“Did you change me?” He asked suspiciously

“No, you were wearing that when I found you” he nods and looks down at himself confused

“But I’m sure…the suit…Robin..” he started mumbling to himself and you couldn’t quite hear what he was saying

“Jason” he didn’t answer still staring at his hands, so you try again “Jason..” again nothing, so you take a deep breath “Jason!” And yelled, that finally caught his attention and he looked up at you his eyes meeting yours, he looked confused, lost, afraid, angry and strangely lonely

“I gotta get back..” he stood up stumbling a bit

“Where?” You follow after him as he walked to the bedroom door, it was still night time, he walked out into the lounge

“Home, my home at…wait where are we?” He asked looking around your cottage

“My cottage, in the woods” you answer and just followed him, after his panic attack when you tried to touch him, you now keep your hands at your side and just followed, you both reached the fire place which was still burning.

“Where is your cottage located in Gotham?” He stopped turning around looking down at you, eyes blazing with a purpose, the fire illuminated his face but also casting shadows.

“Gotham? I’m afraid I don’t follow?” You had never heard of this place in your life

“Are you stupid or something, Gotham the crime city” he looked at you like you’d grown a second head

“Nope, never heard of it” Jason rubbed his eyes breathing in.

“Have you ever heard of Batman?” He asked almost desperately

“A what man?” It was now your turn to look at him confused, his eyes widen in disbelief, he grabbed your shoulders his face inches away from yours.

“Batman crime fighter of Gotham? Caped Crusader, the dark knight?” He was almost yelling at this point

“I’m sorry no, I don’t know who that is” you said panicked, Jason lets go of you, to take a step away turning around rubbing his forehead blinking, he had his back to you, then he stopped and turned his head looking at you again this time with a fear as he said this

“Robin? Have you ever heard of that?” You nod, and he turned to face you again, he almost looked relieved

“As in the bird right? With the red chest and brown feathers” his shoulders slumped and he looked ready to fall over, you take his hand gently incase he slapped it away again, but when he didn’t you lead him to the chair by the fire and sat him down.

“I’m sorry if I can’t be much help, if it’s information you want I can send a bird?” You ask him and he finally looks up, but not at you, at your cottage he looked around confused

“This is a very old place…” he mumbled out then looked at you again, you gulp not sure of what to do

“Do you have a phone I could borrow?” He asked looking around at the walls and tables.

“A phone? What’s that some kind of item?” You looked at whatever he was looking at in the room trying to understand what he means, he yelled out almost irritated

“Yeah! Phone! To communicate to people around the world, which have one” you blink genuinely trying your best to understand

“I have a messenger bird…” you squeak out, Jason looked at you puzzled

“Your joking right?” He asked with a desperate tone in his voice as he looked at you

“No, I send a bird with a piece of parchment and they bring one back with an answer” you explain as if it was the most normal thing in the world, Jason didn’t know wether to laugh or cry

“Your playing with me right?” He gave a nervous laugh and stood up walking past you to the front door, he was heading outside into the cold snowy night

“What does that mean Jason? What are you talking about?” You yell after him wrapping your arms around yourself running.

“I want to get home! Back to my…father! And your jokes are not funny!” He yelled back

“Jason I don’t understand! Where are you going? there’s nothing but forest all around us?!?!” You ran trying to catch up, he eventually stopped at the river where you found him, he wasn’t wearing any shoes, he looked like a madman running around, he had his back to you

“…..what year is it?” He asked a random question not turning around

“Year what?” You yelled confused as you finally caught up to him

“What year is it now?” He asked again this time with more urgency in his voice

“It’s 1619” he turned his head looking at you with wide eyes and his mouth a gape

“What?…”

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

March Week 1 - Symbolism and Traditions

Okay, now that we've got all the generalized types of magic out of the way, let's take a look at some other topics that will help us fill in the gaps in things. We'll be looking at symbols, traditions both personal and ancestral, spell and ritual design and much more! Let's buckle up and get to it!

Monday - Alphabets and Runes

Research - Look up different alphabets that have been used in magical traditions. Anything from the Elder Futhark Rune language, to the Ogham Script, to any other form of writing that has been used in any tradition. Do you know another language? Have you ever made your own alphabet or cipher? There are some grimoires that are written in an entire code that only the person who wrote it understood! If you feel like doing so, you can do the same! Look up an alphabet of any kind and write out a translation of those into the alphabet you know. For fun, write out at least one page in that other alphabet!

Research/ New Page - Runes - Is there a rune set you already know? Elder Futhark? Ogham? Another rune set? Have you ever made your own runes? Define rune. What is a rune? What makes something a rune? In both the magical and mundane sense, what are they? If you find a type of runes that you wish to learn, do so! Make a list of the runes themselves, then write out the meaning and symbology of each one!

Practical - Make a set of the runes you research or are already familiar with! Use what you have on hand! It could be as simple as strips of cardstock with the runes on them, notecards with the rune on one side and description on the other, or feel free to find a set online or in a store! You can even go outside and just find some stones and use a sharpie to write the runes on them!

Divination/ Journal - if you perform divinations, use your new runes to do so! And journal about the experience!

Tuesday - Languages

Research/ New Page - Is there a language that you don't speak or that no one really speaks, like Latin, and look into the basis of that language. Where does it come from? What is the language's base? Are there different dialects? Find an accurate translator and look up the words for some of your magical terminology. Make a list of those words to use in spells, incantations and prayers later on. Now, take it a step further. What is your ancestry? What languages has your family spoken in the past? Ask your parents, grandparents and other relatives if they still speak it at all. Get a little family history lesson. Having this connection to your lineage and ancestry can help you better understand a lot about yourself, your family, and traditions you may not realize you are practicing or performing regularly!

New Page - along with the list of words and languages, keep a page with the basic info you discover about your ancestry and family history! It could come in handy for a multitude of things, both pertaining to this challenge and life in general! This page could include traditions, recipes, where you come from, splits in the family, and general family history.

New Page - Pick another herb from your list and research it! Magical, mundane, medicinal, associations, myths and legends, how to grow and propagate it, where it comes from and its history!

Wednesday - Other Symbols

Research - What are some other common symbols that are commonplace within witchcraft circles? What are they, what do they represent? What are they used for? Do you use any of them without meaning to? What is their history? Where do they come from? Think about things commonly associated with withcraft. Cauldrons, brooms, pointy hats, black cats... why are these things associated with witchcraft? Don't just go with the first thing you find when you look this up, dig deep, do research. Are there multiple sources that confirm these things?

Personal/ Introspection - What things do you associate with witchcraft and why? It can be anything from tools you're using, to symbols, to specific herbs and gems or grander things/ ideas like the moon or certain practices.

Research/ New Page - Pick another gemstone or other item you want to research the witchy/ magical uses of and get at it!

Thursday - Traditions

Research/ New Page - Think about the conversations and research you did into your family lineage and language. Carry on with that research and look into the traditions your family has. Everything from when they gather together for things and why, to the recipes they make, to the way they pray or worship, to how they do things in general. Are there any beliefs your family has that have been passed down to you about things like luck? Or love? What wisdom has been passed down to you by your family?

Journal/ Introspection - Do you have any traditions that you practice on your own? Think about the things you celebrate and why, as well as when you celebrate them. Are there certain ways you do things? Everything from cooking to cleaning, to more spiritual practices! Feel free to make a page dedicated to your personal traditions. Recording them can help you to change and grow them over time, or even just to pass them along to your own family!

Friday - Catch Up Day

Today is a catch up day. We've had a lot of information and research prompts thrown at us the last three months, so take today to look back at any of the prompts you have missed or one you want to continue working on!

Alright! There's March week 1 everyone! Good luck and happy crafting witches!

-Mod Hazel

[cursedmoon-doll13]

Based off conversations I’ve had in the server about the wizarding world and my thoughts/speculations as well as some headcanons regarding it.

Tl;dr overthinking world-building details

First of all: the living paintings. I have sooo many questions, like are there magical brushes that need to be used or do you simply enchant them with magic? What is the limit to this? If I doodle a stick man on a page and I enchant it does that mean it comes to life somehow? Also, there’s a lot of darker potential when it comes to this. Is there a black market dedicated to selling certain paintings? What about someone who will paint your deceased loved one for grieving purposes? Has someone ever fallen in love with a painting like we do AI? Are they fully sentient or are they similarly limited as an AI? And this isn’t even getting into photographs taken with a camera.

Speaking of black markets, while of course you have knockturn alley and your borgin and burkes, the real itching question in my mind isn’t on cursed or strange magical objects. It’s on drugs. Or specifically potions. Considering that basically mind-controlling love potions aren’t illegal, what sort of potions actually are? Or - I’ll do you even better - is there a muggle trade for the usual stuff (like say coke) which is made easier with owl post? Is there any sort of policing on non-Hogwarts owls? There must be a ministry force that cracks down on illicit trade with owls. Do they monitor the air for broom flyers as well? There must be some fine you have to pay if you reveal yourself on a broom to random muggles.

Yes we have the ‘are you a witch or not?’ Scene, but I also think for a lot of people who use magic, it would be interesting if they forget they can’t function without it. Someone who has been using magic their entire lives to do house chores suddenly not knowing what they’re doing if their wand snaps. Not even out of ignorance but just because it’s never how they’ve done things, like it’s their natural inclination towards magic. Since there seems to be a bit of anti-muggle bias in the books, I think it would be interesting to see how wizards struggle in comparison.

Also, while this is really more of a book thing, it seems that wizards don’t really know how to ‘dress like muggles.’ In the movies, Ron dresses exactly the same as Harry and Hermoine, but if we were following the books I wonder if he would dress very differently. Of course most of the time they would be wearing the uniform, but if you lined up a bunch of different kids from both pureblood and muggle backgrounds, I imagine they would have quite differing tastes in fashion.

Speaking of fashion. Are there wizarding fashion magazines? Specific trends exclusive only to wizards really? Like, obviously nothing is stopping a non-magical muggle from wearing a pointy hat, but given the history of it I would imagine all sorts of different styles of robes and hats emerged over the years. Even if it was simply minute details, we know from our own fashion history that it isn’t uncommon for wild trends to pop up. Maybe a craze for feathers or flowers or encrusted gemstones, or certain materials and fabrics that became popular.

We really don’t get a lot of information on clubs at Hogwarts from what I can see. Of course we have duelling club and quidditch and such, and I can imagine behind the scenes there must be wizard chess and gobstones clubs. What about music and drama clubs? Are there instruments only exclusive to the wizarding world? Can you enchant musical instruments to play themselves? Are there plays that are only known to the wizarding community or do they also do Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet sort of affairs? I imagine that certain Purebloods would look down on muggle playwrights, or really any sort of muggle artist in general. But still, you can’t tell me that the Malfoys or some other prestigious wizarding family don’t make visits to some magical opera house.

Also. Is quidditch the only big wizarding sport? We had duelling before yes, and again gobstones etc., but what about more physical sports? Aside from the more strenuous spells and flying (which tbh doesn’t seem that physically taxing anyway if you’re just going slow on a Cleansweep) I can’t help but wonder if many wizards are horribly unfit. I mean, given that they tend to live much longer on average compared to non-magical muggles, is it just the magic or is it also special wizarding yoga or pilates or something lol.

Quidditch itself is also an extremely dangerous pastime/sport I mean holy shit. While they do seem to have charms for cushioning, you’re often many, many feet up off the ground and if you fall off without one you could literally go splat and die. Just break your neck, snap and you’re dead.

We hear about certain bands that seem exclusive (or at least known) to the wizarding world e.g The Weird Sisters. There’s also Celestina Warbeck. Since the British wizarding community seems quite small compared to the wider population, it’s possible that there aren’t as many music groups around in it. There still seems to be radio frequencies though, in regards to the aforementioned Celestina scene and the rebel broadcast in Deathly Hallows.

Could there ever be an overlap? Like wizards who decided to break into the muggle musical industry and who are also enjoyed by the wizarding community? On the topic as well, since Arthur Weasley had his obsession with muggle technology, there must be others who are similar to him right? you can’t tell me there isn’t a wizard Ariel or something who tried to leave and integrate with muggle society. Not even a squib, but a wizard who just rejects it all. That’s a story that needs to be told.

All this just begs the question of how advanced is the technology in the wizarding world? Since apparently the modern stuff doesn’t do well in Hogwarts, where is the cutoff point? Maybe you can’t bring your gameboy into school, but what about a record player and vinyls? You just know muggle students in the past have tried to sneak all kinds of weird shit into Hogwarts with them.

Since we know that there are stories and tales exclusive to the wizarding community (Ron’s childhood stories in Deathly Hallows and Tales of Beedle the Bard I believe?) are there also popular wizard fiction authors outside of those who were penning school textbooks or autobiographies i.e good ol’ Gilderoy Lockhart?

I feel like there definitely must be. It makes me wonder how much genres such as sci-fi, (would it be a thing?) horror, romance & erotica etc. would differ in contrast to muggle novels. Especially historical fiction actually, since many of the notable figures may be different.

Getting into darker territory now. For an extremely skilled wizard, I think transfiguring someone in order to kidnap or kill them would be a likely move right? Or at least trying it. I mean if you turn someone into a bug you can squash them, or even into a small animal you can stuff them in a bag or something. Hell, transfigure a person into furniture if you’re feeling really nasty. I know this is fucked up but that’s the point lol.

I also wonder exactly how severe your crime has to be for you to get shut away in Azkaban? Like for petty theft and other minor charges. Of course if you commit a homicide then you get thrown in the slammer, that makes sense, and unfortunately so does Hagrid’s sentence to an extent since the Chamber was pretty dangerous. But do you just get a fine? Are there other holding cells in the ministry you get put in? Somewhere that isn’t Azkaban;;;

Also what about wizard serial killers? Not to be gruesome, but I imagine there are all sorts of options available to magical opportunists. Yes, you have the killing curse, but also you could literally just light someone on fire or leviosa them 50 feet off a tall building. It’s not that hard lol

Also are… Are there collectible cards for them…? I mean tell me there isn’t a true crime community in the wizarding world as well jekfkfktn

To reiterate my point with wizards all using magic for stuff, I wonder if any of them have considered like idk. Using a gun instead? Guns are most certainly not super advanced technology and they can’t be blocked really so… There’s a solution Tom and it’s called a glock

Basically all I’m saying is that there’s a missed opportunity to explore wizard crime bosses.

If any of this is explained in later books or spin-offs, I apologise. I’m only using the original books as reference, and even then it’s been a wee while lol.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #670

Top Ten Witches

Oooooooooooo, it’s Halloween! Don’t you feel spooky? Ooky? Kooky? No? Just me then.

Because it’s Halloween, that means – by law – that it is also the Season of the Witch. As such, to celebrate the most macabre of holidays, I’ve decided to get my witch on and rank my favourite fictional witches. It’s entirely possible ��� okay, almost certain – that this focus on our broom-riding sisters was inspired by the rather fantastic Agatha All Along, which flies to its spooktacular conclusion this coming week (double episode finale on Thursday!). Agatha is not just a terrific show in and of itself, but it’s also super witchy, focusing on a makeshift coven getting up to all kinds of magical mischief. The most recent episode had the gang cosplaying as everyone from Maleficent to the Wicked Witch. So witches have been on my mind.

What is a witch? That’s a question that’s preoccupied me whilst writing. Because there are a couple of characters here who are, basically, supernatural beings; are they still witches? Or does a witch have to be essentially a human who does magic? Is it cheating if you’re already the daughter of an actual demon? Or a fairy? Or, well, a sort of octopus lady? Basically, I’ve just gone with vibes; even in the MCU there seems to be an unspoken differential between the “sorcerers” of Doctor Strange and the witches of Agatha All Along, but you generally wouldn’t confuse the two. So these are all characters that just seem pretty witchy.

Also, as an aside: a lot of Disney characters here. Yes, because of an overall souring, there’s a certain famous “witchy” franchise that I just can’t recommend, so there are a few characters that might otherwise have appeared on here; don’t blame me, I’m not the billionaire bigot in this scenario. Also it’s been absolutely ages since I’ve seen Practical Magic or The Craft, and – sorry – Hocus Pocus isn’t really a masterpiece. So those famous witches sadly didn’t make the cut. But even so, who knew Disney made such great witches? They’re not necessarily a company you really think of as being particularly witchy. But most of their greatest villains are, it turns out, witch-adjacent, and they’ve ended up owning Marvel, who do good witch.

Anyway. Grab your broom and your pointy hat, get your hubble bubble on, and join me down the Witches’ Road. Happy Halloween, hags!

The Three Witches (Macbeth, 1606): absolute legends in the field; three creepy crones who speak in rhymes and riddles, tell the future, but do it basically just for a lark to ruin Macbeth’s life. Are they agents of fate, or agents of chaos? I dunno, I didn’t actually study Macbeth at uni. But they are really cool, and their whole “eye of newt” deal arguably set the stage for the sort of cauldron-stirring iconography for modern witches.

Raven (DC Comics, 1980): the first of my “is she a witch or is she just magic?” characters, but I’ve allowed her partly because of her whole “Wednesday Addams with a spellbook” vibe, the fact that she actually does have a spellbook, and the fact that – at least in the eighties – her friends in the Teen Titans literally referred to her as a witch. And she’s awesome, one of my favourite DC characters; a moody teen who has fantastic style and a nice line in sarcasm. Although her various animated appearances have given her iconic moments and lines to spare, I’ve always been a fond this quote: “My father was a demon. That doesn’t make me a Goth. I like all kinds of music”. And for that we thank Grant Morrison.

The Grand High Witch (The Witches, 1983): so far we’ve dealt with agents of chaos and actual superheroes, but this lady is evil. She’s a proper baddy, and she’s supremely freaky and terrifying. The novel The Witches was a seminal book for me as a kid (partly because of the bittersweet end), but the seductive nature combined with utter monstrosity of the Grand High Witch is one of the reasons I love it so. Yes, okay, the “ugly equals bad” thing is hella problematic, but everything else about her is Peak Villainy.

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959): a contender for Sexiest Disney Character and also – unquestionably – their most iconic villain. A slinky seductive presence, as far away from the warty crone of Snow White as you can get; she’s a proper glamourpuss and a drama queen, and probably did as much to influence the general direction of witches in the second half of the twentieth century as Macbeth’s witches did for the previous three hundred years. A masterpiece of character design, animation, and voice. Yes, okay, she’s technically a fairy who turns into a dragon. But she’s definitely witchy, yeah?

Eglantine Price (Bedknobs and Broomsticks, 1971): phew, back to the nice ones – although still at Disney! Miss Price is Angela Landsbury’s character, a wannabe witch who has more power than she realises. She’s got a nice dose of classic British governess about her, but she’s a kindly presence with a heroic streak. And, look, she literally fights the Nazis. I can’t overstate this enough: this witch repels the Far Right. We need more Prices around right now.

Agatha Harkness (Marvel Cinematic Universe, 2021): is it recency bias? I dunno, but I frickin’ love Agatha. Kathryn Hahn’s performance (and yes, I’m just looking to her MCU portrayal, because quite frankly I don’t think I’d heard of the character before WandaVision) is just delightful, full of sarky one-liners and sassy expressions, but all of that seems to hide depth and sadness. Her story is ongoing, so quite how the character will turn out – tragic hero or empathetic villain – is uncertain; but she deserves a place just for the song.

Witch Hazel (Looney Tunes, 1954): on the one hand, she has what amounts to a stylised interpretation of the stereotypical witch image: she’s a green crone with a huge nose and chin, dressed in a dark smock with a pointy hat. But the off-kilter design – huge, bulbous head, tiny spindly legs; small hat all squashed and crooked; frazzled hair coming off in all angles – gives her a unique, rather kooky edge, reflective of where Looney Tunes was in the fifties. Plus she’s just super-funny, a worthy adversary to Bugs, June Foray’s performance is sublime, and I adore the fact that whenever she darts off-screen she leaves behind a small cloud of hair-pins.

Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989): not just a sea witch; she’s the sea witch. Famously – and fabulously – modelled on Divine, she’s a plus-sized queen with tentacles-full of charisma, wicked charm, sensuality, and – yes – more than enough camp. Her voice (big up Pat Carroll) is tremendous, and the way she lolls and rolls about, tentacles swaying, is incredible to see. Plus she’s just a bad-ass octopus lady who makes dark magic spells and turns people into weird scrawny plant-things. What’s not to like?

Lady Jessica (Dune, 2021): again we get into the “is she technically a witch?” area. But the Bene Gesserit have what may as well be magic powers; especially when they get really into the Fremen of it all, and the Water of Life. Is it some kind of chemical reaction that causes hallucinations? Or is it, like, magic that lets her see the future? I mean, the whole twisty-turny timey-wimey stuff in Dune is bonkers as it is, and Jessica is right at the centre. But outside of all that, it’s her voice, and her ability to control people, Obi-Wan style, that suggests witchiness. And I’m focusing on Rebecca Ferguson’s portrayal in the movies specifically, because she imbues Jessica with an earnestness and a sorrow, as well as an uncanny aura of dread, that I didn’t get as strongly from the book.

The Wicked Witch of the West (The Wizard of Oz, 1939): sadly just edging out classic picture-book witches Meg and Winnie is this great green crone; because, really, I feel she defines so much of what a “witch” is. I think Margaret Hamilton’s portrayal in the film is so iconic, it helped solidify the notion of a witch for much of the twentieth century. She’s an evil magic-user who wears black and has a sweet hat, and gets to hang out with a bunch of flying monkeys. She has a natty cackle and a nice way with a nasty one-liner. I’ve not read the books, if I’m honest, but as a movie witch, she’s pretty great.

A cracking four witches from Disney properties, against two from (proper) WB films; or three if we allow Lady Jessica as a WB character. Anyway, who’d have thought that nicey-nicey Disney would go so hard for witches? And I didn’t even feature Bette Midler.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hey Mickey! In The Sorcerer's Apprentice Do You Remember The Whirlpool That Sucked You Inside The Swirling Waters From The Flood Caused By The Brooms? What Was Your Reaction While You Was Caught In That Whirlpool?

... Whirlpool?

I don't think I'm understandin' what you're talkin' about. Isn't "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" a classical music ballad?

Then again, I think I do remember havin' a dream kinda like that. I worked under a very powerful sorcerer with a tall blue pointy magic hat. I think I was doin' chores, but when he left, he didn't take his magic hat with him. I, for some reason, thought it would be a good idea to play with the hat and... Yeah! Now I remember. Wait... How'd you know 'bout my dream??? 😕

Well anyway, from what I can remember, I think I felt pretty guilty and stupid in the whirlpool. I know I can be a bit curious at times, but this time it really seemed to backfire and I was way over my head. I honestly thought that was going to be the end. Thankfully, or maybe not, the sorcerer did come back and fix everything. But he then scolded me pretty hard. Honestly, I think I should've learned not to get into things that are out of my grasp. But I think I tend to struggle with that still 😅

I guess once something peaks my interest, I've a hard time movin' on from it and want to explore as much as I can, for better and for worse.

[lilybet03]

Harry Potter and the Wondrous Wizard

For want of a nail the horse was lost, for want of a horse the battle was lost, for want of a battle the crown was lost. As Harry Potter stood, broom in hand, 'Potter Stinks' badges flashing at him from the crowd, dragon roaring in front of him, he wondered if this was the nail. Or rather if him going along with all of this madness was the beginning of the end. His end. Slowly he backed away from the black spiny monster, and back into the safety of the champion's tent. Time to use some of those brains Hermione claimed he had.

"Mr Potter, what do you think you're doing?" Mr Bagman came bustling into the tent, looking harried.

Harry spun round to face him, "Being a teenager, sir."

"What? No, now come on, there's no need for nerves now, just go on out. I see you've got your broom, fine flyer I've heard, come along," Bagman tried to herd him back out of the tent flap towards the Horntail, but this time Harry was having none of it.

"Sorry, sir, but as a… a minor, I can't compete without a guardian's permission." Harry continued backing away from Bagman, towards the other tent exit. "A magical guardian!" He dregged up a useless fact from one of Hermione and Ron's late night arguments about the wizarding world's 'backwards nature'. "I'm not apprenticed, my godfather's a criminal, and Professors don't count, so really, sir, I can't compete, you see, it's illegal."

And with that Harry ran. He didn't get more than a few yards before he saw the other judges bearing down on him. Which was when he finally made use of the broom he'd summoned. Swinging a leg over, he buzzed past the astonished adults, enjoying their stunned expressions as he took off for Gryffindor tower.

Squeezing his way through the window, whilst not falling to his death from seven stories, was not an experience Harry wanted to repeat, but at least it was better than  being burnt to a crisp by a dragon. Hurriedly, knowing that this would be the first place the search party would look, Harry opened his trunk, and threw his invisibility cloak over him, broom and all. Then he headed for the door.

It was not an easy task, avoiding the confused groups of students and determined adults, but Harry eventually made his way to Myrtle's bathroom. It was empty. Like always. Trying not to make a fuss, Harry found the right sink and hissed at the snake carved tap. A familiar grinding noise filled the room. 

"Who's there? Come to call me names I bet," Myrtle whined from one of the stalls, but Harry was gone. Sliding down the pipe and into the dubious safety of the Chamber of Secrets.

It had been very difficult to tell exactly how long the Basilisk was when fighting it with only a mythical sword, but Harry discovered in the course the next several hours of exploration that it was approximately 65 feet long, which was rather large. He also discovered that the Chamber of Secrets was accurately named. There was the Basilisk (secret number one), the network of bedrooms and studies (secret number two), and the large library and potions laboratory (secret number three). All of these paled in comparison, however, when he discovered secret number four: Merlin.

Sometimes Harry thought his life was like an adventure story. But if it was he wouldn't have ended up stuck expositing his way through 1500 years of British history, starting with some poorly remembered information about the Anglo-Saxons, and ending with the rather too personal recent affairs. In all Merlin, complete with long grey beard and pointy hat, took events rather well. There had been some swearing at the beginning, in what Harry assumed was Welsh, but after that he had settled down to listen with interest.

The room Merlin had been hibernating in was carved out of the natural rock that Hogwarts sat on, had a simple stone shelf for a bed and a metal brazier. Merlin himself seemed incredibly spry for a 1600 year old man, and jumped up around the Georgian era to pace across the small space. Finally, he turned to the amazed young wizard and asked, "Do you want to be my apprentice?"

Harry, having had a rather long day, with one too many dragons in it, blurted out, "Why? I'm no one!"

"You have a problem, yes?" Merlin waited until Harry nodded, "I can be a solution."

"Wasn't your last apprentice Arthur?" Harry queried, the image of a knight throwing Excalibur into the lake as Arthur died behind him stuck in his head.

"Yes. No. It's a little complicated," Merlin admitted.

"I'd rather not be a hero," Harry said, "If that's alright."

"Arthur was not a hero," Merlin said sternly, looking down at the young man folded on the floor of his cave, "Arthur was an idiot with a sword. Which was, admittedly, my mistake. The sword, not the idiot."

"I had a sword," muttered Harry, thinking of the giant dead snake miraculously not decomposing in the main chamber.

"You are a wizard, Harry," said Merlin.

Harry looked up in shock. Those words had saved his life from Dursley-shaped oblivion once, and now they were here again. Could they save him from possessed teachers, teenaged dark lords, evil rats, and goblets of fire?

"Would you like to learn magic?" Merlin asked, oblivious of Harry's turmoil. He swept his hand in a small circle, and presented a gold coin to the boy.

Later Hermione would ask, "But how did you know? How did you know he was Merlin?" Which was a really good question, with the very unsatisfying answer, "I just did." This moment was the same. How did Harry, the boy who had learnt how to hide, to protect everyone except himself, how all promises were made to be broken, how did he just know that Merlin would give him freely the truth of what it meant to be a wizard? To do magic. He just did.

"Yes. Please."

When Harry emerged from the pipe in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Merlin clinging gleefully onto the broom behind him, he was expecting a mess. The sort of mess that began with Snape shouting and ended in Dumbledore's disappointed look, with a tearful Hermione sandwiched between. He did not find that. Instead, outside the bathroom, he found Ron.

"About time," he muttered, handing Harry a squashed sandwich, "Everyone's gone nuts."

"Er," Harry said usefully, taking a bite of the sandwich (not egg and cress, he might be forgiven!).

"We've all been sent to our dorms, the teachers are scouring every floor of the castle, there are Aurors on the grounds, and mum's here." He said the last with a truly glum look, "She had a go."

"Well, you might have believed me," Harry said, trying for calm and somehow achieving it. It helped, having the most renowned wizard ever to live examining his broom as if it were a new species of cat; the level of surrealism was oddly relaxing.

"Yeah," Ron muttered, his ears going red.

"How come you're here and not," Harry waved a hand in the vague direction of Gryffindor Tower.

Ron pulled a rather battered, old piece of parchment out of his pocket. "Figured you might be hungry," he shrugged.

"Excellent, a man who knows words feed the soul," declared Merlin, and strode off down the hall, "Let's sort this tumaultuous affair out, shall we. This way!"

"Who's he?" Ron asked.

"Merlin."

"Right. Wait, what?"

[royaladvisor]

Character blurb/ Small scene

“If I find anymore scratches on me that I don’t remember getting I’m contacting my local witch”, said Simon, absently picking at a brand new scab decorating his upper arm.

“That's me right?”, asked Keyla from his right, perking up slightly and pointing a finger at herself and all her loopy earrings, crystal necklace and dark makeup.

Simon thought for a moment envisioning what the word Witch meant to him: Keyla had no warts on her nose, wasn’t wearing a pointy hat or holding a broom. Her T-shirt did proudly present a picture of herself holding her Black Cat which he could only guess was named Luna since the text surrounding the picture, written in the same font used by Heavy Metal bands, read “Best Familiar Forever, your the void between my Stars Luna”.

“I guess you are, unless you know any other Witches on our street.” said Simon deciding not to point out the spelling error.

Keyla beamed, very evidently ecstatic about having her craft recognized and asked “So, scratches huh?”

“Yep there's about 3 on either Arm and I found a couple on my back this morning.”

[frozenfischer]

“It was, but I didn't have much of a choice,” Alex admitted with a casual shrug. “I didn't have a support system once I graduated High School. I managed to get a scholarship that helped cover the most basics at first, but I knew I'd need to find a job at the same time.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips as Alex crossed her arms. “I had to work my butt off, and even then, I got lucky that the professor I work for decided to give me a chance. Even then, I'm still looking into other options. I don't want to be a professor's assistant all my life, and I don't want to just straight up become a professor, either. I wanted to get into research. Just not a lot of opportunities around here, unfortunately.”

Alex let out a small chuckle at Valor's reaction, though she did nod. “Yep. One of the many, but one of the most consistent out there, too. That along with black cats as familiars, long black robes, and tall pointy black hats with wide brims.”

Another shrug, and she shook her head. “I couldn't tell you the origin of that stereotype, though if you want I can look it up. But really, what is a broom but a long sturdy stick, a staff basically, with bristles tied to one end? If you make the assumption that any object or item could be imbued with magic, then a broom would be something that would be easy to get your hands on, and that you could probably easily hide as an ordinary object if people come snooping around.”

Valor made a face. "I don't blame you. It must be exhausting to do both." His own training had been incredibly exhausting on its own. Then again . . . Well, he'd learned that the way they'd treated him hadn't exactly been good.

He'd found he had so much more energy since he left the coven. He hadn't even realized how much it'd been draining him until he did leave. The fact that he could ever have had so much energy in the first place . . .

He relaxed again. "Oh, okay. Good." He hadn't actually been doing anything wrong. Good. He wasn't in trouble.

Curious, he tilted his head in a way that bordered on animalistic, especially with the way his ears had perked under the hood. "Is flying on a broom one of those witch stereotype things?" Why a broom? Brooms were meant for cleaning. Staffs were magic. If one was to fly on either of them, of course it'd be the staff.

[rc-appreciationweeks]

The schedule is live!

Halloweekend is creeping closer and we are thrilled to announce the themes for this round, which will happen from October 28th to October 30th.

The themes for each day are:

October 28th - Fright Night: Dedicated to the spooky and supernatural section of the Romance Club library! Imagine your favourite characters on a night of fright... What will they do? Who will they see? Put it into edits, fics and poetry!

October 29th - Creature Fever: Because, deep down, we are all monster-lovers! Want to make your MC as a creature of the night? Or talk about the beasts, vampires, and ghosts in the books? We would love to see it!

October 30th - Crossover Spooktacular: Let's end Halloweekend with a bang! Classic horror movie posters edits? Romance Club characters meeting the folks from Choices? Say no more!

Got any questions? Leave us an ask and we will get back to you!

Signal boosts appreciated! 💀🎃👻

[in-my-feels-probably]

I'd love to see Sirius's reaction to his girlfriend dressing up as a muggle princess for Halloween. 🥰 It's a favorite pastime of mine and the kids I work with LOVE it! The yellow dress in the gif is what I wore today😍😍😍😍

Prince Charming

Request: I’d love to see Sirius’s reaction to his girlfriend dressing up as a muggle princess for Halloween.

Hi! Halloween is my favorite holiday and I just realized I haven't written anything about it before, so thank you for the request. Sorry to my Marauders fans who get sad over Halloween now, I know the pain. So, Anastasia is one of my favorites, the yellow dress is a cool costume. We’re gonna pretend like this movie, and all the other princess movies, were out in the 70s and that everyone knows what the movie and costume is. We’re also gonna pretend like the purebloods don’t do much for Halloween, because I wasn’t sure if they do or not. Sorry, this is kinda short, I’ve been really busy but I had some time to get through a few requests. I don’t love the outcome of this, but I think this request is cute, so hopefully this turned out ok. I hope you like it, let me know what you think.

(Warnings: swearing, let me know if i missed any)

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You were sat next to Lily at breakfast, looking around the Great Hall. Tonight, Hogwarts was putting on their annual Hallows Eve ball. Decorations for Halloween were put up, and floating pumpkins lined the walls. As you looked around, it occurred to you that during your time at Hogwarts, you had never dressed up for the holiday. 

“Why don’t you celebrate Halloween?” You said to Sirius, who was sitting across the table from you.

He looked confused. “What do you mean? We go to the dance every year.”

“No, I mean dress up? Is that not a thing with wizards? Or is it just not a pureblood thing.” 

“Dress up?”

Lily turned from her conversation with James, piping in. “Muggles dress up. Every year, you pick a costume. It’s the one night a year you get to be something other than yourself. Some go with something from a movie, some go with something scary like a ghost or a witch, there’s lots of options.”

James chuckled, raising a brow. “Love, you’re a witch. You're gonna dress up as yourself?”

She elbowed him in the side, shaking her head. “No, you git. Muggle witches are different, they’re normally scary. Most girls paint their faces green, and wear a pointy hat. Seriously, have you never seen a muggle movie? Black cats, cauldrons, brooms. It’s witch stuff.”

You nodded, like what she was saying was common sense. Sirius looked between the two of you, confused. He leaned over to Remus, who looked more tired than usual. The full moon was two days before, and he was still recovering from it. 

“What? Ghosts are real, though, why dress up as one? Moony, back me up here. They’re just pulling our leg, right?”

Remus shook his head, picking at his plate. “No, mate, they’re not joking. There’s tons of movies with witches like that. And ghosts are different with muggles. A lot of them don’t even believe in ghosts, just like they don’t believe in witches. But yeah, muggles take Halloween very seriously, there’s tons of shit they dress up as.”

“We should dress up this year,” Lily said, eyeing James. “Couples costumes?”

James Immediately shook his head. “No way! We’re not gonna be the only two showing up to the dance in costumes.”

You smirked. “Oh, come on James. We can all dress up. You too, Moony.”

“Absolutely not,” Remus laughed. “As funny as it would be to see those two look like asses, I’m not doing it. You’re lucky I’m even coming.”

Lily grinned, leaning close. “You’ve already got some inspiration, though. You could be a werewolf.”

“Very funny, Evans. Quite the comedian today, aren’t you?”

“You’re all no fun,” Lily said, turning away from the boys. “What about you? We could still dress up.”

“As what? The party is tonight, we don’t have time to get costumes.”

She sighed, looking defeated. You threw an arm around her shoulder, bringing her into your side.

“It was a valiant effort. There’s always next year,” you said, patting her thigh.

“We could charm our dresses,” she offered. “Princesses?”

You groaned, shaking your head. “James is right, we’re not showing up as the only two in costumes.”

“No, listen! I promise, I’ll do a good job with them, nobody will even be able to tell it’s a costume. It’ll be fun. Please?”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to find it in yourself to say no, but Lily had perfected her puppy dog eyes, and was nearly impossible to say no to.

“Merlin, alright! Fine. You’re impossible, Evans. What are we going as?”

She smiled eagerly, cheering in her seat. “Yes! I’ll get the other girls in on it, you know Mary won’t say no to getting to wear a pretty dress. Just leave me one of yours, I’ll do it for you. You’ll like it, I promise.”

—

A few hours later, you and the girls were getting ready for the party. Lily had followed through, and you had to admit, she did a good job. 

She was wearing a teal dress, with purple jewelry, going as Ariel. Marlene was wearing a blue dress with puffed sleeves, and had her hair done up, dressed as Cinderella. Mary’s dress was green, for Tiana. She said it because she fancied finding her own prince to kiss tonight, but you all knew it was really just because she looked the best in green. She didn’t need the dress to be able to find a guy, she was very capable of doing it on her own, but you let her have her fun anyways. 

Your dress was yellow, with blue ribbons accenting it. Lily chose to transfigure your dress into Anastasia’s, since she was one of your favorites. 

You all finished and headed down stairs, where the boys were waiting. 

“Finally!” James said, holding out his arm for Lily to take. “We were beginning to think we were being stood up.”

“Stood up?” You said, feigning shock. “We’d never do that to Remus.”

Remus laughed, standing up as you headed for the portrait exit. “Thanks, love.”

You looked around the room, and realized Sirius wasn’t with you. “Where’s Sirius?”

“Taking his sweet time, apparently,” James said, opening the door. “He was finishing getting ready when I came down. He’s quite vain, isn’t he? Do you want us to wait?”

You shook your head, chuckling. “It’s fine, you lot go ahead. I’ll wait for him.”

They nodded, and you sat on the couch as they all filed out of the door. You waited a couple minutes, before you finally heard rustling at the top of the stairs and you stood up. 

“It’s about time!”

“Oh hush, you know you–” Sirius came down the stairs, ready to match your banter, but he stopped in the middle of his sentence as he reached the bottom stairs and you came into his view. 

You raised a brow. “I know what, Sirius?”

He didn’t say anything, just staring at you with a slack jaw. You began to uncomfortably shift under his gaze, smoothing down your dress. 

“Seriously, what is it?”

Sirius looked at you with soft eyes, stepping closer to you. He settled his hands on your waist, gently smiling down at you. 

“You, my dear…look absolutely beautiful.”

You flushed at his words, settling into his grip. You rested your hands on his, looking up and meeting his eyes. 

“Thank you. You look very pretty, too. My own Prince Charming.”

“Thank you, love,” he said, leaning his forehead down to rest against yours. “Alright, princess, you ready to go?”

You smiled, nodding. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, before slipping a hand in his and leading him towards the door. He watched you with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, smiling as he followed his pretty girl out the door.

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A/N - Hi! Hope you liked this. I’ll fill more requests soon. Hope everyone has a good Halloween.

[asjjohnson]

Danny had no choice but to go to school today. He'd tried everything he could think of.

Unfortunately, he'd skipped school too many times in the past few months. With the number of absences he'd racked up, he was close to crossing the line into having to retake his freshmen year. Of course, he was still perfectly willing to stay home today, but this was important to mention.

Using invisibility to hide in his room didn't work—Jazz still had the Fenton Boo-merang. ...And the Fenton Fisher to tie him up with when he tried escaping to the park. She refused to listen to him at all, insisting that his education was more important.

Then, for some reason, Lancer turned on the school's new ghost shield right after Danny was inside. Usually, he would be able to pass right through it as a human, but today... well, it wasn't really working out.

He would've used his invisibility to hide inside the school until it was time to go home, except he couldn't get a moment alone. So far, none of his teachers would let him be excused to use the restroom, and he hasn't been able to duck into a broom closet or unoccupied restroom between classes. It was like there was something actively against him today.

His best friends were the only positive to the day. When Sam saw him just before first period, she handed him a pair of sunglasses. Then, partway through class, Tucker passed Danny his hat. In the hall before second period, Sam started giving away fake fangs to anyone who would take a pair, declaring it 'National Fake-Fangs Day'.

As Danny tiredly left the cafeteria's lunch line, with hat, sunglasses, and a lost-and-found long-sleeve shirt and pair of pants, he noticed Tucker selling elf-ear headbands, announcing that it was Vulcan Day.

Danny dropped his tray onto the table beside Tucker and put his head in his hands with a groan. "Now my ears are turning pointy, too?"

"No. I just happened to have all these Vulcan headbands, and thought I could make some cash." Then he shrugged, saying, "Besides, your ears might start growing points during next period."

Sam slapped Tucker as she sat down with her bagged lunch. "Danny, it'll be okay. We'll get through this."

"I hope so. Though, given the situation, 'going through things' could end up part of the problem."

Danny knew he should be back to normal by the next day, but it was this day he was worried about. If only he could've waited it out, rather than being in a school, surrounded by hundreds of people.

Fortunately, the last half of the school day went relatively well. (Besides the continual panic that his secret identity would get out any second.) The only other change that needed hiding was his legs turning into a ghostly tail and refusing to turn back. Another stop at the lost-and-found box gave him a long trench coat.

And a few comments about feeling really chilly today even stopped some of the stares.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang, announcing the end of the school day.

He'd actually made it through without anyone discovering his secret.

And the school's ghost shield switched off just as Danny got to the front doors, so he wouldn't need to wait another second to leave.

Or at least... he'd thought he could leave, until Dash grabbed him right outside the school.

Dash swung Danny up against the wall. "Hey, FenTrashbin, the closet wants its junk back."

"So... Are you implying I'm wearing stuff from a trashcan, or a closet? Because the mixed metaphors are a little confusing."

Dash made a face. "Shut up, Fenton." Then a grin came to his face as he wiggled his fingers in front of Danny's sunglasses. "Now, let's see what you're hiding under all this stuff. I'll bet it's a great big zit!"

Danny began to panic as Dash reached forward. "No wait— Dash!"

Just as Dash was about to reach the sunglasses, Danny's hold on his tangibility gave out, every real-world item he had on falling through him and clattering into a pile on the ground.

Danny's eyes widened—he was suddenly hovering before Dash in his jumpsuit.

Dash pulled his hand away—which had drifted through Danny's chest—and stumbled back a few steps, mouth dropping wide open. A tiny squeak came out.

"It's, uh, Dress Like Phantom Saturday?" Danny tried.

"Today's Wednesday! " Dash shrieked.

Dash brought his hands up, shaking, fingers clawed like he wanted to rip something apart. "It was you the whole time!" he shrieked. His face was sheet-white, his eyes wide. " With the window! And the mouse! And-and the ghost shoes! And my computer coming alive!" He continued to babble about different events. A lot of which took place while they'd worked together that one day, but also several other things that'd happened at different times.

Strangely enough, Danny's secret identity getting out no longer seemed like the end of the world.

Not in comparison to Dash having a complete meltdown in front of him.

It really put things into perspective.

Dash was having a much worse day than him.

[ashdreams2023]

Hi!! Your Encanto writings are super sweet! If it’s cool, can I please request some headcanons for Bruno dating a reader who’s a witch (not just a practicing Wiccan, like, they can actually do magic)? If not, that’s totally cool! Thanks and have an awesome day!!

Bruno madrigal x witch reader dating headcanons

You and Bruno met when he was babysitting Antonio

They were talking a walk in the forest near the river when he first saw you

On the opposite side splashing the cold river water against your face, drenching your sleeves and sliver rings

It was love at first sight for him

Never had he felt his breath taken away by someone like this before

Antonio being the clever cutie he is he immediately goes to you dragging his tío along

You liked bruno, he was polite, sweet and funny in his own little way

Bruno felt like there was something magical about you, you were different

Well he wasn’t far off

The second you told the madrigals you were a witch you got a mixed reactions of surprise and concern

Bruno just thought to himself that you were a good witch, you couldn’t hurt a fly

When he starts doubting his gift you assuring him that it’s as perfect as he is

You show him some magic tricks like lighting up the candles in the house without fire and snapping little items out of thin air

You carry around a sand bag for him if he needs to do a reading

Is amused at how you make the brooms and dust whippers clean your house without raising a finger

You have a little stick wand you carry in your coat

One time you pranked him by turning one of his rats into a human

Let’s say you almost gave the man a heart attack

You’re always ready to wave your wand over him to get him dressed in case you’re in a hurry

Casita loves you and always pushes you to be bruno witch makes both of you very giddy

On the nights of the full moon you dress up in all black with your pointy hat and go with Bruno and the kids to have a picnic under the moon light

Bruno can just see the magic in you, it’s so beautiful and calm

"Are you gonna kiss me or just stare?" "I didn’t realize I was staring!"

He’s the love of your life, you just love him from the inside out

And he loved you, all of you

[carmen2702]

How is the relationship between your OC and the Diaboys/Yui?

(Ohhh now this is an interesting question.)

The relationship between Carmen and the Diaboys/Yui

The sakamakis:

Shu

-When she first arrived she tried very hard to keep to herself, since her image of vampires... well it was not a good one

- So considering her need for distancing herself, she really liked how he did not push to talk to her or tried to drink her blood all the time

- The first interaction between them was when she (daydreaming as always) accidentally stepped on him

-She literally apologized for five minutes straight, while he just grinned at her and told her that "normally in his head, the roles are reversed in this scenario"

-Since then they interacted a few more times, mostly talking (fighting about) why modern music is as important as classic music

-So you could say they're pretty good with another, but don't often interact

-Since she knows what it feels like to want to be alone/ enjoy some silence, she often just doesn't talk with him when they're alone.

Reiji

-Ohhh okay so she has a love and hate type of relationship with this mf

-On one side adores his whole "manners are important" Thing since she herself grew up with that mindset (in one of her previous lifes)

-But on the other side she's a feminist- so you can imagine she calls him out about his sexist mindest .. a lot

-I feel like he finds her fascinating but also can't stand her

-He knows that she knows a lot about potions and necromancy, so that fucker tries to get every possible information about it out of her.

-And she knows that he does, so she always teases him, with bringing it up and then just ignoring him, if he asks her further about it

- They once went on an hour long rant about what the movie adaptations got wrong about Frankenstein and she found him strangely hot afterwards (don't judge her she's got weird taste in men)

-She also notices his reaction when she brings up Shu and she loves it.

-Tries to bring him up all the time and he hates her for it

Ayato

-okay so she finds him hilarious

- can't take him seriously and laughs about everything he says when he's being arrogant

-jokingly calls him "my lord" (he thinks she's for real and loves it)

- He had a bad experience with witches when he was younger so he can't stand them

-She realized he hates witches and tries to be the most clichee version of a witch there is

- Says she lost her broom and that know she's gotta buy another one for transportation

- wears pointy hats around him

- tells him her favorite food is frog soup

(And he believes it all)

-He tries to bite her all the time ( and the thing with witches blood is, it's supposed to taste like your deepest darkest desire so they learned to temporarily poison they're blood in case they're attacked)

-She warns him about it. He does it anyways. And spends an hour puking out blood

-Safe to say he pretty much hates her

Kanato

- Tries to avoid him like the plague

- The minute she saw him she didn't like his vibe

- She can feel the vibrations of a person and basically feels the "air around him" and he's got a air of "approach and risk dying" around him, sooo-

- She does love his style and lowkey wants to steal some of the dresses he owns (but she also really likes being alive so-)

-Never once met alone, and she hopes it stays that way

Laito

-Ohhhh okay... so this is a funny one

- They actually met once before, before she went to the mansion

- The coven she grew up in was basically always on the move, all around the world. The longest they stayed in a place was for three months. So when they were in paris (the city of love and sex-) freshly 17 year old Carmen wanted to do something wild

-I think you can guess what happend. She went to a bar with some of the younger girls from the coven and ended up having a one night stand. And that one night stand just so happend to be Laito-

- So as you can imagine the first time they saw each other again she was in shock (and he was grinning from ear to ear)

-Tries to pretend like she doesn't know him, while he brings it up all the time

- Lots and lots of sexual tension

-Lots of fighting and teasing going on there

-She genuinely didn't know he was a vampire and so now that she knows, she just feels ashamed.

-He brags about that night infront of his brothers (who don't belive him)

-She can't decide if she wants to kill him or kiss him (again)

Subaru

-She likes him and sort of relates to him in a way (*cough* suppressed anger *cough*)

- Loves secretly helping him with the flowers

- She brings some flowers back to life and just helps them grow faster

-Does it in secret though, cause she knows he would get pissed

Mukamis

Ruki

- She again, has a love and hate relationship with him

- She loves that he used to be human and can relate to feeling a lot of things, pure bloods can't

- They talk about Books a lot. Constantly discussing what they last read

-She still finds him mega intimidating (in a sort of hot way)

-She loves her control, so when she meets him who breaks her interior down like a bar of chocolate, she's scared

-Feels really vulnerable around him and tries often to get some control back

-Honestly it's probably her daddy issues but she's never been more attractive to a man before and she hates it

-Tries to avoid him but fails miserably

Kou

-She does not like him cause he reminds her of herself-

-Moodswings? Check

-Love for Fashion? Check

-Very much into the give and take ideology? Also check

-They are either best friends or enemies there's no in between

Yuma

-They get along really well

-She always helps out with the garden and gives him tips

-They bicker a lot about rather silly things

-Kinda like an old hippy couple

-She finds him physically mega hot (again those damn daddy issues)

- and the thing is he knows it-

- always works topless to just tease her

-But all in all they're pretty good with each other

Azusa

- Like a sister-brother relationship

- She loves taking care of people so when she notices his cutting problem she tries everything to get him to stop

-mother's him-

-The others tell her to stop treating him like a child but she just cant-

- Even let's him drink her blood ( yes she's got a serious mother teresa complex)

Yui

-Okay so she adores her

- literally the younger sister she always wanted to have ( she was always the youngest in her coven)

- They talk about everything-

-And she really feels ashamed of how she can't help her escape from those sadist fucks

-Tries everything to keep the biting to a minimum and also protects her with her life (at this point not just cause of the job)

-Again her mother teresa complex is over the roof with her

-Mothers her and Yui lowkey, loves it (it's them mother issues isn't it- (same though))

-Shes basically yuis diary at this point