#i forget how cool of a creature an owl is

[barb-the-builder]

Woke up around 2 am and I can clearly hear an owl hooting in the distance. Never happened to me before despite being on this planet for like 18 years. I'm enraptured by mysteries of life.

[chaifootsteps]

Owls were my favorite animals as a kid. I dissected their pellets in school to study all the cool fully intact animal skeletons to learn how they consumed their prey whole. I collected all the books in the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series (which I thought were better than even Warrior Cats). Viv is doing everything in her power to ruin this awesome creature right before my eyes, it's personal now, taxidermy kook 😑

Can't forget the time she paid to bother real life abused owls.

[piratemousey]

Bg3 Act 3 Spoilers: The Pale Elf

"Boo fears no evil! Wearwolves?! Bah!” Tav moved her hands above the smoke of the campfire as she told the story. In the smoke, she wove illusions to create images for the others to illustrate her story. “Bats! Ha! Boo laughs at your creatures of the night." Tav conjured a likeness of Boo is smoke.

"Squeaky-squeak" Boo said. His little body bouncing on the pillow on the chair which they set by the fire for him. Minsc sat on the ground beside the miniature giant space hamster.

"That's right, Boo." Astarion fist clenched as if the dagger were still in his hand. "We bled the evil from the hole I made in his throat."

“Squeak!” Boo’s eyes grew big. Tav knew that look, the murder hamster had fallen for the vampire spawn, just like the rest of them.

The companions sat under the stars, their campfire on the stone of the dock keeping the chill out of the air. The owl-bear cub was resting at Jaheira's feet. Scratch sat next to Wyll, who scratched behind his ear. Us, Bucket, and a memphit who Gale hadn't unsummoned yet were already nestled in the cubbies Tav had put together for her menagerie of pets.

"Tav has forgotten how Minsc misty stepped-in to save Astarion from those bats." Minsc added.

“I haven’t gotten that far in the story yet, Minsc.” Tav said. The smoky vision of Boo had dissipated. Tav was losing control of the crowd. "Did I mention how we almost left Shadowheart in an attic because of some tricky switches. It was funny."

“Hilarious,” Shadowheart chimed in, rolling her eyes toward Tav.

"I could have helped,” Gale said to himself but loud enough for everyone to hear. "I have many spells and scrolls that can accomplish any task."

“Don’t forget that lightning you cast the other day,” Karlach said. “I wasn’t there but we heard Tav say “Burn me with your lightning, Baby,” later that night."

“Karlach,” In front of Tav, the smoke turned into a representation of her sword slashing through the air. "That's not a direct quote." Tav waved the smoke illusion away. She turned to Gale. “Gale, you know Shadowheart can turn undead away from us. And she has spirit guardians."

“I'm also a fair singer if anyone cares,” Shadowheart said.

Astarion rose. As he crossed in front of Boo the hamster climbed on his shoulder.

“Where are you going Astarion?” Tav asked.

“You take my Boo?” Minsc said. He struggled to his feet.

“I just remembered that one of Cazador's informants lives nearby. A little birdy who got me thrown in the kennels on more than one occasion.” Astarion explained. He fed Boo a slice of carrot. The hamster tried to fit the whole thing in his mouth.

“I’ll come with you,” Karlach said. She got to her feet, grabbing up her hammer. The fire in her chest glowing bright.

“Me too,” Minsc said. “I go with Boo, of course. We’ll kill your evil doer and then you can return my hamster, yes?”

“I'm only borrowing him,” Asterion said, annoyed at being questioned. “And I’m not taking the loudest people in the camp on a stealth mission.”

“Ah, come on,” Karlach said. “I’ll keep back. I’ll leave my bone necklace at home.”

“Bone necklace!” Astarion said, his voice reaching a higher pitch. “Why the hells are you sneaking with a bone necklace? Do you buffoons understand the concept of being quiet? No, me and the hamster are going. Shadowheart can come, she appreciates the skill at least.”

“Coming, darling,” Shadowheart was already cloaking herself in shadows.

“But Boo!” Minsc pleaded.

“Fine,” Astarion said, he cut his hand through the air. “No necklaces, no bombs, and the two of you stay a street away at all times.” He pointed his finger like a dagger at Minsc and Karlach.

“Deal, I’ll get on the other roof then,” Karlach said, putting her hammer on her shoulder. She took off a necklace of bone which clattered as it hit the ground next to Clive. “I’ll be back, Wyll. Keep that bed cool for me.”

“No trouble, my beautiful firebrand.” Wyll said. He stayed propped up on the log next to the fire, a wine in hand.

Tav sat down next to Gale, setting her head in her hands.

“You worry over them too much,” Halsin said.

“Yes,” Jaheira agreed. “She scraps at them like a momma cat. They’re all grown. Even as young as Shadowheart is, she has faced much.”

Gale handed Tav a glass of wine, coated in frost the way she liked it. “I’m sorry I gave you trouble, my love. I know you would bring me on missions if you could.”

“I don’t know why,” Tav said. “Sometimes I can’t physically leave the camp with more than three people.”

“It is a very odd thing,” Wyll said. “But, did you notice, Tav?” Wyll said. “Astarion didn’t go off alone into the city streets tonight. He took a shadow-priest, two maniacs with great weapons, and the most violent hamster I’ve ever met. He’ll be back safe in hours. You gave them that.”

“You gave us all that,” Haslin confirmed.

“Your heart was in the right place, and you worry, I understand.” Jaheira said, getting to her feet. She left her empty mug of beer on her chair. “You’ll learn in time when to let that worry take pieces of your heart, and when to let fate do as it will. And let others do as they will.”

“Thank you, Jaheira,” Tav said. She watched the Harper make her way to her tent down near the water. Halsin nodded to Tav, Wyll, and Gale before following after. The two druids having found companionship among the uncomfortable stone wilds of the city.

“I supposed I wouldn’t be worried if it weren’t for Lae’zel being taken,” Tav said. “I’m trying to get things in place so that when we make our move for her, we win. I can’t stop worrying about her.”

“You're not alone in your fears,” Wyll said. “Or in your choices. We will get Lae’zel back.”

“I think you should continue with your story,” Gale said. He brushed his hand against Tav’s cheek. “Or tell us another one. You were so excited to tell a story with the smoke.”

Tav shrugged.

“Perhaps I can tell a tale,” Wyll said, a smile on his lips. “You’ll have to create the imagery for me though, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, Blade, let’s hear a story about your adventures,” Tav jumped up, conjuring some excitement. She recast the initial incantation and began swirling the smoke. She knew Wyll and Gale were humoring her on some level. She didn’t doubt they loved her stories and songs, but they also were good friends, helping her distract from all the hardship around them. “Does this one involve a miniature giant space hamster?” Tav asked. She again conjured the likeness of Boo.

“No, hamster,” Wyll said, sitting up straighter. “A lot of fire beetles though, those things are tricky when they explode.”

Tav drew a fiery beetle in the smoke.

“That’s it,” Wyll laughed, gesturing at the image.

“Splendid,” Gale said, offering applause.

Tav smiled back at her companions, ready as Wyll began his story.

Deep in the maze of sewers beneath Baldur’s Gate, in the rat infested, blood-stained temple to Bhaal, Lae’zel sat chained to the floor. She’d lost track of how much time had passed. Time became moment of consciousness and breaks from the torture.

Her skin was still slick with sweat from the last round of torture. The acolyte of the god of murder had gone hard on Lae’zel. Desperate to see the Githyanki cry, scream, or react in any way.

As the heavy wooden door to the chamber shut, Lae’zel finally released a deep breath. She’d been controlling her breathing for hours, a gith technique for enduring torture. Her chains clinked as she stretched out on the cold stone floor, the only relief for her burning skin.

Near Lae’zel a brazier burned hot, smoke rising from the coals where Orin kept her torture devices. Lae’zel watched the smoke. Her mind returned to her companions at camp. She wondered what they were doing, what foolishness they’d gotten up to. Lae’zel was always the first to answer an attack in kind, and she wondered why they hadn’t stormed the cellar to save her. She would have done the same for any of them.

As Lae’zel’s yellow eyes grew heavy, she almost saw images in the smoke. Conjurations of better times. Sitting around the camp while Gale read from his books, Wyll relating military history from his darling Fae’run, Shadowheart humming her angsty ballads.

Then there was Tav, their appointed leader.

Lae’zel held Tav responsible most of all for letting her languish. However, as Lae’zel’s exhausted mind saw a fleeting image of a hamster in the smoke, she remembered that Tav understood how to play the long-game. Tav was playing a varied and grand game of chess with nearly insurmountable odds. Lae’zel was only one piece on the board. Her time would come.

[artistibatt]

Please Oc infodump I love seeing it !!

Before I start yapping, I’ll say that if y’all wanna see more oc stuff and ask questions about my ocs, feel free to go to my oc blog: @artistibatt-ocs

I love talking about my ocs so much :)

I’m writing this after writing everything under the cut, I love talking about my ocs and ideas and I will take any opportunity to talk about them. I have so many I didn’t even mention below-

Now I’ve been developing a story for less than a year now called The Storyteller’s Game where the whole premise is: Sage gets trapped in a different reality to play in a being called The Storyteller’s game. They have to find others to escape while Storytellers throws obstacles in the way.

A lot of my ocs currently are from that project so I’ll talk about my favs from that!!

Sage is the protagonist who I adore! They are based on some of my favorite protagonists in shows/games such as Phoenix Wright, Sara Chidouin, and Hajime Hinata. They have plant and owl motifs. (Everyone in the TSG universe have an animal inspiration)

Storyteller is probably my absolute favorite!! She usually resembles a human with ermine/weasel features and is the main antagonist with Corvis, an anthropomorphic crow. She is chaotic and likes to have fun due to her excitable nature. (Think Hades from KIU).

Moth is also a favorite of mine. He’s a human kid with a really sad backstory. Without going into detail, his parents weren’t the best and now he lives alone with issues. I’ve had him for years and I’ve always found him so interesting because of how he is now when looking at his past. Like, he is the youngest in the human cast but he’s vulgar and violent due to his environment. A nicer thing I can add here is that he has a scarf based on the Deathhead’s Hawk Moth! It’s a very cool bug I can assure you!!

Kitt is another fav of mine who is a Sherlock Holmes fanboy. He was actually very much inspired from Sherlock in the Great Ace Attorney. He has gone through some stuff but he has people who care about him: his father and his brother/friend Italo, a wannabe lawyer). There’s a drawing of him on the other blog but I’ll describe it here. He has a pink ribbon around the collar on his collared shirt which was a gift from one of his dad’s friends fun fact!

I’ve show him here before I got the new blog but Aries has always been a favorite!! He looks human with some goat features. He used to be a one-off oc but I’ve been getting ideas for him! Their whole thing is that they have a short-term memory and they forgot everything about their human life (I should add they’re 11yrs old). I wanna make it so they believe that forgetting painful memories is better than living with them as they died so young and have mixed emotions about being the only one in the antagonist group to not remember anything about it)

(There is like 21 characters from this project alone so if you wanna know more, you can ask on the other blog)

I do also have ocs who aren’t a part of this universe!

Loki and Dice are some old ocs I wanna revamp. They are humans/humanoids with animal features. Loki is a goat and Dice is a cat. They were friends who had a falling out. Why you may ask… I have no clue right now-

Sparkle and Arcane are two animal ocs I had many years ago that I remembered existed and wanted to bring back. Sparkle is a fox/cat/dog creature from outer space and Arcane is a creature from earth. Sparkle can’t go back home but Arcane finds her and shows her around his world. Sparkle is also inspired by Sylveon

I also have another universe where three guys go on adventure to stop an evil warlock/wizard from trying to take over the world. Max is a human sword fighter, Eve is a witch and uses magic, and Dyle is a half-dragon maybe prince. Max is the grounded one, Eve is the silly one, and Dyle is the egotistical one. Eve also has a pet named Noi-Noi and Dyle has a small dragon friend named Quill!

[ask-a-bot]

A drawing for the Terrans. The scraplet, Bug, helped pick out the animals you would be. Twitch is a hummingbird for their aerial dexterity, Thrash is a kangaroo because his side car is like their pouch, Hashtag is a wolf for their ability to communicate over long distances, Nightshade is a hawk owl, and Jawbreaker is a Stygimoloch, of course. She also drew the background.

I love how colourful this is! I think we all look really cool!

Well, I like that you can see it's us, even though we all look different.

I'm really happy you made me be a really cool bird!

I'm glad that I'm still an owl – a hawk owl! Is that what they really look like? I need to see more Earth owls! Kup told me my alt mode is more like a Cybertronian owl. He thinks it's probably extinct now, though.

Megatron said there's creatures on Earth everyone thought were extinct and then they were seen ages after.

Yeah, but Megs says stuff like that all the time when Twitch starts crying, 'cause she's his favourite.

Optimus says he never lies. Even when they were enemies, Megatron didn't blatantly lie. He'd use the truth to hide stuff, sometimes, but he didn't say anything that he believed was untrue. Not outright.

Yeah, weaponising and manipulating the truth isn't the same as being honest, Twitch. It's just learning how to pass lie detector tests. It probably means he's a lot more dishonest and horrible than most people.

You're just mad that he told you off.

Nuh-uh!

Oh, yeah! Mom even thinks so. You don't like that he has rules he expects us to follow.

Hey! Thrash! You didn't say what you think of the picture.

Yeah! Don't you like it?

What? 'Course I like it? I look pretty cool, even as a kangaroo. And I like that I'm a kangaroo because I like keeping Mo safe in my sidecar. I'm pretty protective and I think some people forget about that.

Thanks for sending in the cool picture!

[a-sweet-sour-dip-lemon]

Since I see so many introduction posts on other (very cool) blogs, ig I could do one aswell?

Good day to all my beautiful creatures drifting through the tumblr-time-space-continuum,

Name's ✨️Nour✨️ aka ♣️Monashka♣️ (at least on this website),

Im queer and use all pronouns,

Favourite Band is Queen,

And can be considered a big fan of Steven Universe/Amphibia/Owl House/Not so shoujo love story/My derelict favourite/Centaurworld/Potc/Httyd and a lot more, doesn't matter Animation/Series/Webtoons... just a lot (u can always ask me what else, getting my daily brain exercise)

I am also a keen defender of jellyfish, but thats another story...

Also Amanda in LWA is my spiritual twin, you cannot fight me on this

I also really enjoy poetry (esp. gloomy ones to cure my ongoing identity crisis), either my own or from others and before anyone points out: " 🤓👉um grammatically this is wrong bla bla bla...," I know smartypants. Trust me I know.

However, i get a pass cuz english is not my first language. I've just watched way to much Bridgerton and Derry Girls (oh and winx, thats how I learned most of it). You would be blown away by how smart I am in german 😛

Oh and before I forget:

Don't even try asking me my age, - I will never share it - since as an omnipresent Eldritch Being I've lost count a long time ago, however, I'm someone a human would consider an adult, not a minor. (but thats no invitation to start harassing me darlings, cuz I will kick your ass if you're a creep towards me or my mutuals)

Anyway I am always open to talk or to make new friends/mutuals, I'll take you all under my wing :]

(Also, I've noticed I swear a lot. Just-you know- a little heads up.)

Now go, have fun, be kind and don't let the homophobes get to you dearest 💖

[pomrania]

Okay, I'm awake now, lemme explain what was going on.

So @maniculum is doing an event where they share old bestiary descriptions of a creature, giving it a nonsense name as a filler, and people are drawing what they can from that description. I missed doing it last week, due to a combination of just plain forgetting and then being too ashamed to look at it later on, but I didn't want to miss it again. That's half of why I worked on it when I was so tired yesterday, so I wouldn't forget; the OTHER half is that when tired, I don't overthink things (thus I'm more likely to get stuff DONE instead of blankly staring at the screen trying for perfection), plus I come up with dumb ideas unfiltered by rational thought, which I thought would add to the experience and end result.

This one is a "holghras", and you can find the description of it here. I've an idea of what it might actually be, but that didn't interfere since I can't accurately draw ANY bird from memory other than mayybe a barn owl in one particular pose, and also it's been like twenty years since I last saw the bird I was reminded of by the description, so I wouldn't even be able to recognize that bird if I saw a photo of it.

I started with the beak. It's twisted because of the "deceitful" description, and yes that doesn't make biological sense but it makes EMOTIONAL sense, at least to me when half-asleep. The "ears" (which really should be tufts of feathers, if I end up drawing this properly) come from the bit about "the young hearing the mother", even though that wasn't a major element in the description, I was tired and that's the kind of weird connections I was HOPING to make. "The young being carried" is literally in the description; while awake I can think of other ways that might happen, but "on the back" was the only thing an occurred to me at the time.

I was working from the mental image of a small bird, one that gets seen on the ground; I don't know much of that got across, because I have not yet learned how to draw birds well. For the tail, I was thinking "what's the sluttiest way a bird's tail feathers could look", and COMPLETELY forgot about a bunch of birds' tails, so I ended up with "the outer feathers are longer than the main feathers".

Okay, that's everything with the lines, now on to the colours. With the exception of the light brown, these are all from the default palette of the program I use, because that's simpler; no real meaning to any specific variant of a shade. "Overall some kind of brown" is because, well, that describes a decent chunk of creatures. The lighter shade around the eye and on the underside, no meaning to those, other than that they're very common and also they look cool. The beak and the legs were me just trying to remember what were the normal colours for birds. For the young, there was a thing of "they lie on their back and hold up bits of earth to camouflage themselves", and I legit don't remember how that translated into me thinking "oh so they must be light brown as juveniles".

The tail being purple, that was me thinking again "what would a slutty bird look like"; if I was to do a better version of this, I'd have the colours being more vivid and distinct in comparison to the rest of the body. As for the wing, the pale bars on it don't mean anything, just "I want to add something in here, and I remember that birds have markings like this". The red, the description talks about how they pretend to be injured, and that immediately came to mind; the implementation was a bit off, because half-asleep, but I'd stick with the idea.

I don't know if I'll do a drawn-while-fully-awake version of this; I mean I INTEND to, but "I don't control the motivation" and all that. Aside from things I'd mentioned above, and overall drawing something not as messy, I think I'd want to change the beak, because dream logic just seems silly when I'm looking at it awake, plus there are SO many weird bird beaks I could choose from that are actually physically possible. Maybe do something to fancy up the tail feather a bit. To get a better picture, it'd be a good idea to have a more interesting pose; however, that's likely beyond the combination of "my current ability" and "the amount of time and effort I'd want to put into the thing".

I missed the thing last week, so I'm doing this week's one now. I am tired, brain half asleep, thus not good at being clarification; but I drew this, on whatever stupid connection my brain could manage, if an idea came to me I was like "sure why not, let's go with that".

The whole thing is that we're given a translated bestiary description, and to draw from that. I hope tomorrow when I'm awake full I'll be able to remember why I any given decision.

This is the thing. Tomorrow I intend to write up explain actual, and probably also should to draw anew, neater. My words are not word proper now. Time to post and leave the rest for future me.

This is not the full thing. Not quite an in-progress, unless I mistake and end up not more to do (which I hope not).

[violetjedisylveon]

Gailine Margay

Little Cat :3

Eda raises two gods AU link here. Clover Margay, her mom, here. First appearance here.

This is Gailine, she's a new oc for the Eda raises two gods AU, her mom is a therapist, she's going to be Enzo's only friend eventually, one of the two people they trust outside of Eda and King. She wants to be a beast keeper when she grows up, she loves animals and is very good with them. She 100% has ADHD and is a wild child.

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 6 in image, 14 when the time the human comes.

Sexuality: baby pan

Species: Ocelat

Palisman/pets: 2 Cat Snakes, a scorpion dogish beast demon, an echo mouse and a Blossom Bat. Later she gets a Griffin buddy and a Sea Wolf.

Family: Clover Margay(mother) Eibhlín(other mom)

She was born with phocomelia, it's a condition that causes someone to be born without limbs or with under developed limbs, she was born without her right arm from her shoulder down so she uses an abomination prosthetic.

She absolutely loves animals of any kind and is always able to connect and make friends with them. She wants to be a beast keeper and she thinks the beast keeping coven is the best and she will fight anyone who denies her on it.

She is the animal kid. She is always reading up on animals and their behaviors and how she can best befriend them and ways she might communicate with any animal. She knows a lot of random animals facts that she sometimes blurts out because it's so cool that Sea Wolves (not a canon creature, I added it) can swim in the boiling water without getting hurt at all.

She could info dump about animals for days.

She'd love to meet Eberwolf and just talk with them about all the animals and things she's figured out that you can do with beast magic and all these animal thing, she would absolutely lose her shit if she got that oppertunity.

She can sometimes be a bit much in terms of her personality and how she expresses herself and says what she's thinking so she doesn't forget it but she is a really caring, sensitive person and if you just tell her that something is bothering you, she'll do whatever you need and wait til you're okay. (How her adhd is expressed is based on the way mine expresses because that's what I know, I do have a friend and cousin with adhd but my friend has other stuff that will effect her behavior and I'm not around my cousin all the time to understand how hers expresses, I'm sure I will soon though.)

Gailine's also got that oh so nice adhd fuck me and my problems, let me avoid, take care and help you with your problems, mine can totally wait.

She likes to help people and animals and she's very friendly.

She's going to be Enzo's one and only friend outside of the owl house once they meet and start talking. They will bond over animals and being gremlins sometimes.

There's an explination of her species, Ocelats, on the post about her mom, Clover.

Yes, the background for the two images is the same, I made a decent one and decided to just go with it for both. You'll probably see it again cause backgrounds are hard for me.

If anybody has an experience with things like phocomelia and could give me tips or advice in how to write and approach it from a writing stand point, it would be greatly apreciated!

I wish you all a good day, whatever that is for you.

VJS out!

[fera1-p]

I totally did not forget to upload this

The Hunter And The Bird - Prologue (Hunter toh x Reader series)

Hearing Ears

Summary: You are a human who travelled to the Boiling Isles with Luz Noceda. On a visit to a old book store, you met a strange boy named "Zeno".

It's been six days since you had traveled to the Boiling Isles, a magical realm filled with witches and demons. You and Luz began an apprenticeship under Eda the Owl Lady, the self-claimed most powerful witch on the isles. Today is a day off and you and Luz had already decided to spend this day together at an old book store in Bonesborough while Eda was sleeping all day at her house.

Luz was a cool kid a year younger than you. You two met and bonded through anime just a few days before you were about to be sent to a creepy sounding "reality check" camp and accidentally wandered into the Boiling Isles. She had been a nice company, a bit too bold and hot-headed, but she was a kind-hearted and good-natured kid nonetheless.

Visiting the book store was not the first choice of day off activities Luz had, but you two decided against adventuring in the Boiling Isles with little knowledge of the isles and no adult witch guardian. The last time a tomato-like thing turned into a bat and clawed Luz's face when she tried to eat it, the Boiling Isles never ceased to surprise you.

The book store was larger than it seemed outside, but the passways were very narrow and you had to move through a dim lit maze of bookselves and book piles, but it was worth it as the old book store had a lot of banned books on wild magic.

Luz stared at everything with sparkly eyes in awe of it's mysterious atmosphere and you admired it just as much. After minutes of wandering in the store, you and Luz began looking for books and started reading them in a corner.

You and Luz would chatter about cool facts you just read from the books after finishing every few pages. Wild magic, witch biology, flora and fauna of the Boiling Isles, all so fascinating to study.

"Hey Luz, check out this elemental magic from the Savage Ages!"

"Ooh, awesome! Wait, (Y/N), look to your left!"

From the left corner of your eyes, you saw a boy with ash-blond hair and magenta eyes staring at you. You and Luz both. It's kinda creepy actually, like he was staring into your soul with his eyebrows furrowed with...irritation?

Luz nudged your arms and whispered, "What is his problem?"

"We are probably talking too loud, maybe we should lower our voice a bit."

Luz nudged your arms again, he was walking towards you.

"Silence. Are your round ears not functional enough to hear how loud you were talking, human wannabes?"

He said with irritation, arms crossed with a book in his gloved right hand. You recognized that book as From Bones To Earth, a study of wild magic according to Eda. You were about to just play along with him when Luz spitted back.

"Hey," Luz growled a warning, "We are real-deal humans, and our ears are perfectly functional. You didn't have to talk so mean like that. Is your little witch mind incapable of conveying?"

His eyebrows furrowed harder and grunted. You felt him there, you were like that to a couple of kids in middle school too. Back then, you, a mess at social interaction thought that staring would help stop the kids chattering loudly in your favorite class to help you concentrate, and the result was not great. You were lucky to have people to help you learn to socialize.

His eyes scanned the titles of the books you and Luz were reading and retorted. "Well, apparently YOUR idiotic human brains don't acknowledge the dangers of studying wild magic. Maybe you... magic-less creatures wouldn't understand, but this stuff is restricted for reasons. For your own safety and for not being jailed, I highly recommend you to not tempt with it."

"Pfft, death." Luz scoffed, being the mood. Seeing Luz's unperturbed reaction, the boy hmphed and turned their head around.

You had gotten genuinely curious why he would take that book to read, and the bookmark in it indicated that it was highly likely that he had actually read it and knew that it was wild magic related.

But before you could ask, the boy had left your sight.

****

After reading everything in hand, you set off to find some other materials. Something tells you that the boy had not left yet and you secretly hoped to be able to find him.

You looked around the old book store for his trace when he appeared on your back.

"What are you looking for, doesn't seem to me you're looking for a book."

Great, he showed up himself.

"I am looking at exactly who I was looking for now. Sorry my friend there talked to you like that by the way, she can be so hot-headed and overprotective of her friends sometimes."

"It's fine, I was rude back then."

"It's fine." You shot him a smile and asked, "My name is Tori, what's yours?"

He glanced at you. "It's none of your business."

"Okay, Mister None Of Your Business, what's up with the wild magic you're studying. Lemme guess, none of my business?"

"You learn fast, human." He said sarcastically.

"I sure do." You walked backward in between two shelves and felt the warm morning light pour down from the window to your back. "I am just curious how wild magic is so-" you air quoted, "-dangerous." "I can't find anything on that claim, and it would be nice if you could give some scientific proof to back it up."

"Like how the many great cities fell to ruins because of the practice of wild magic during the Savage Ages?"

"Scientific. History is written by victors, plus that doesn't explain how wild magic can hurt people that practice it, it just stated the consequence."

"... True." He admitted reluctantly. "I ... wish I knew how too." He said quietly, sounding surprisingly genuine.

"Why did you insist that wild magic is dangerous?" You asked calmly with sincerity.

He glanced at you and answered softly with reluctance, "My uncle is badly hurt from the use of wild magic, said that wild magic torn our family apart. I wish I knew how it did that to uncle so I can reverse it."

"Then maybe we can work together to find out. You want to know how wild magic hurt your family, and I want to know how wild magic harms. Meet me every Saturday seven o'clock sharp at the entrance of this store and we can share our findings on it, deal?"

He considered in silence for a minute while your stared at his face. Under the bright sunlight, you could see a scar that sat across his right chin and a marking on his left ear, just what has this kid been through? He looked just around your age. You hope you were just overthinking.

"Deal."

You beamed and your right hand reached for him to shake. He grunted at the unnecessary, but ultimately took it. You wished to have a whoopee cushion on you badly, but sadly you didn't. Maybe you should start bringing one to everywhere.

"Try not to end up in the conformatorium while we are at it."

"Roger that, good luck to you too."

It was then the clock rang eight times and you know it was eight in the morning.

"Gotta go, bye! See you next Saturday, human."

He then left the book store in a rush. You kind of hoped he meant what he said about meeting you next Saturday because you had started looking forward to hanging out with your new friend now.

Little did you know, he was planning to turn against you, who is apparently a practicer of wild magic who got disparately spooked from the danger of wild magic he was talking about. That is, after he figured out how to reverse the curse wild magic inflicted on his uncle, Emperor Belos. He wasn't sure if you practiced wild magic yet, but he would find out in time.

******

It had been a week since you made a deal to study wild magic together with a boy in an old book store. You were not sure if he would show up today but you had brought some reading materials you were going to share with him just in case. Luz figured out a way to cast light spells with glyphs a few days ago and you decided to show him that too.

It was seven o'clock sharp in the morning and you were waiting for him by the entrance of the store when he showed up huffing and puffing.

"Sorry, huff, duty."

"No need to apologize, you're right on time. Morning!" You greeted him and handed him your handkerchief for wiping sweat.

He didn't take it and just stared at you confusedly. In the board daylight, you had noticed his dark eyes bags.

"Whatcha are you staring at? Just lending you this for your sweat."

"Oh." He said in realization, his brain must have been fuzzy from running here. "Thanks, I'll give it back to you next week after washing it."

"M'kay. Do you need to take a break first?"

"Give me a minute."

"Sure." You leaned by a wall nearby while he was wandering around and taking his rest.

"Say, what's your name again?"

He stopped pacing around. You couldn't tell his expression as he was facing you backwards while he was telling you his name. "Aah-umm- Zeno!"

"Zeno, ay? Nice name." Sounds kind of like Zuko to be honest.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look at you. "I'm good now, should we go in?"

You couldn't tell if he was lying or caught off guard by the question. You didn't care if he tried to hide his name by coming up with a fake name obviously on the spot. He probably had his reasons and you just needed a name to call him.

******

You and Zeno found a quiet corner of the book store to study wild magic at undisturbed. You placed one of the many lamps laying around the store between you and Zeno to share the light source and began discussing.

Zeno started out explaining his uncle's conditions, then got sidetracked when you connected those signs with plants magic. Not long after, he started excitedly ranting about how fasinating weather forecast with magical plants was. You listened with pleasure and occasionally added remarks which encouraged his eloquence like kindling to a campfire.

You liked listening to him. You liked how him spoke with such enthusiasm and joy. Studying with someone with the same passion is always great, they make studying fun and make you feel listened to and understood. However, such people rarely come by and you really wanted to treasure this great study pal.

The topic shifted again and again, until you finally checked the time on your phone. It was a few minutes from eight.

Shame, Zeno said he had to leave at eight. You had just become fond of his company.

You grabbed a book of wanted wild witches to pass time. The book stated the information and the pictures of the wanted wild witches for bounty hunters.

"Hmm? Are you a bounty hunter?"

You shrugged. "Nah, but it's surprisingly fun to read, their story is interesting."

You caressed the page of Martha and Diago, a duo of teachers who spreaded wild magic and revolutionary ideas to students.

You smiled. It was always ... comforting to know that someone out there was people willing to fight against dictators.

"Is the stories that amusing?"

"They were not afraid to speak their mind. I admire them, Zeno."

"Admire? They are wild witches! Why don't you admire someone else instead, like the Golden Guard or the coven heads."

"Chill, Zeno. Besides, they work for Belos, and I think Belos is a tyrant."

"WHAT?"

You hushed him promptly. In response, he whispered to you aggressively.

"Why would you say that?!!"

"Easy, boy. I understand that you might have very high opinion of him, but hear me out. I had been investigating how the government of this world works and I noticed how the dissidents kept disappearing. I am sure you know that too."

"Wild witches are dangerous criminals, they deserve to be gone!"

You gasped in horror. "How could you say that! They are people like you and me, no one deserves to be hurt. Plus, we don't know that yet? We are here for the proof how wild magic is dangerous, remember?"

"I am here for learning how wild magic hurt my uncle, not here to be merciful and spare the wild witches. Know your place, human. You are not one to tell me about them."

"Well it was not just the covenless who "gets disappeared" mysteriously, even those with sigils can't express their views freely! Argue that! Even if wild witches ARE dangerous, there is no need to silence everyone. If Belos is not a tyrant, why would he silence the whole isles? Good leaders listen, and no one deserves to be silenced." You said in a sad tone. You were angry at what the Emperor did, but were not angry at him.

You curled up protectively and buried half of your face behind your legs.

"The Emperor is a kind, strong and wise witch who knows the best on how to rule the isles! Sure, he doesn't like those with opposite views and may have imprisoned and done horrible things to them, but that's for the greater good! Those voices will only tear the isles apart, destroying the peace and harmony the Emperor worked so hard to create and maintain! Wild witches burnt cities and homes and inflicted misery on everyone. They deserve no voice and you should be ashamed of defending them! You know what, this is stupid, I can investigate without you. I don't want to hear from you ever again."

You didn't expect him to get all aggressive and personal. You did't know what to say. It was clear that he had this mindset carved in his brain, and no amount of talking now will reach him.

"Fine. I had fun talking with you too."

You whispered the last part. Right after you finished that sentence, the town clock stuck eight times.

He stood up and stormed off.

You sighed in defeat. You really didn't hope things to go like this. You just wished that you didn't lose your great study pal.

******

"Stop right there! Emperor's coven! You are under arrest, halt or I'll fire!"

The Golden Guard had identified one of the two wild witches he was required to capture for his mission in the woods of Bonesborough. The infamous duo was known to be powerful users and enthusiastic preachers of wild magic and had remained covenless til that very day.

According to his intel, the two wild witches had been hiding from the Emperor's coven never leaving a trail for years, but recently the male were spotted in local towns for supplies.

The witch immediately rode on his palismens to fly off.

The Golden Guard rode on his staff of artificial magic and navigated through the woods where the two wild witches were trying to lose him.

The palismen was swift and the Golden Guard almost lost track of him in the convoluted part of the woods when suddenly they heard a loud cry from a feminine voice.

They both followed the source of voice and found that to be a woman who was holding her child. The man immediately got off his palismen to check on the moaning woman.

She was shaking, her right feet bleeding from a cut. The infant bawled such a horrible noise it would make a nightmare potion of top notch quality.

"Martha! Holly! Hang on." The man yelled with his deep and mellow voice.

Hunter now recognised the woman. She was the other witch Hunter was after, although she appeared more matured than her photo indicated.

"Diago... You are here..."

"Don't move! Emperor's Coven!" The Golden Guard pointed his glowing staff towards the couple.

The man, Diago shielded Martha with his body. Upon seeing her father, the child stopped crying and calmed down. As his child quieted down, Diago got on his knees and pleaded.

"Please, I will do anything, please just let us go, I promise we will stay quiet, we just want a peaceful life."

The Golden Guard laughed, gesturing mockingly. "I am not going to be tricked. If you wanted to keep your family safe, then you should have picked a coven and be rid of your wild ways. If I let you be, your wild magic would tear even more families apart."

As the Golden Guard suddenly teleported behind the women and pointed his staff towards the women's throat, the child was spooked and cried even louder.

"How? I have never stolen, never robbed, never cheated, never killed, yet we are to be executed and shamed for eternity. It was within our right to use our magic, who are you to decide our ways and our fate?"

Diago turned to face the Golden Guard. His eyes burned like a silent flame, staring into the Golden Guard's soul. Hunter was speechless.

"Diago..."

"Martha, we will get you to home, our child will be safe, I promise."

Hunter did not know what to do. He wanted to arrest them, but that would have torn their family apart like how Belos told Hunter his family was.

Was this how he lost his parents? Taken by the coven?

The red light from his staff dimmed.

*****

Night fell and at the dark horizon, the cities shimmered with warm lights from windows of houses, aligning with the inky, starry sky. This had been a rough day for the Golden Guard, who was now standing on the tall walls of the Emperor's castle, gazing afar, wondering if you were there somewhere within his sight.

Wearing the golden mask had usually made him feel more confident, more comfortable in his own skin, but today it made he felt more ... suffocating, like there was a heavy weight in his chest.

He took off his mask to breathe, yet that horrible feeling would not go away. Helpless, he turned around to lean his body against a merlon, as if he was hiding from something.

Maybe ... he should not have talked to you like that, even though you were totally wrong about his uncle. Maybe he felt bad at the thought of losing you. Maybe... Maybe because it's for your own good! Unity brought order, and order created peace! That's what uncle told him, told everybody. And he dared not to think otherwise.

The grand castle stood tall before him, looming dangerously, reminding him of his uncle. Graceful, intimating.

His gaze travelled away from the unpleasant sight in search of something comforting, but only the cold bricks, the tall walls and the solemn, masked guards surrounded him.

He could only look up to watch the sky. He remembered a book about astrology that discussed the use of the magic drawn from the stars and he knew you would love exploring new magic sources.

But would you want to hear from him at all? And why would he want to hear from a dangerous mind like you? He sighed, bracing his mask to his chest with one hand, and rested the other on your handkerchief in his pocket.

Deep in thought, he did not notice Darius, the stylish head of the Abomination Coven walking towards him.

Darius cleared his throat loudly to signify his presence, but the emperor's nephew still failed to see him.

Darius cleared his throat louder again in attempt to catch his attention.

Still, he had not bulge a bit.

Annoyed, he called out. "Little prince?"

"Ah!" Hunter finally snapped out of his thoughts and . "Oh, it's you, Darius."

"Tell me, little prince, whatever may occupy your attention so much that you had to ignore a coven's head on your duty?"

"Is that all you are here for?"

He blinked. "Not really, I am just here to notify you that Emperor Belos just summoned you and to check on the abomination supply. Now go quickly to the Throne Room with me, I need to get this over as soon as possible for my quality sleep."

"Oh." Hunter got his back off the wall and followed Darius's stride. Great! He could tell Belos about a technique that he read about with you today to harness wild magic and maybe help fight his curse.

"Chop chop, the emperor does not like to wait."

Hunter quietly trotted behind him through corridors, exited to share his findings to Belos. Not long after, they entered the Throne Room where Belos was sitting on his throne.

Darius stood by the door while Hunter instinctively knelt before the masked emperor and looked up to greet him. "Emperor Belos, I heard you summoned for me."

"Indeed, Hunter. Do you perhaps know why?" Belos asked calmly.

Hunter gulped nervously. He knew Belos's warning voice, the dangerous silence before storm, and he knew why Belos might be upset about. Shit, he had forgotten about that earlier, but he could still make up for it by telling the emperor the new possible cure to his curse.

"You had failed to bring in two infamous wild witches to justice today. This isn't like you, nephew, you don't usually disappoint me. Hearing about your humiliating defeat broke my heart, Hunter, how could you let those threats roam free in our world?" Belos accused.

"Your highness, I did not intend to! I would never! They tricked me with their words and that wild witch had a infant and- "

"And you allowed them bring another menace to the world?"

Hunter fell quiet, his eyes glued to the floor.

Suddenly, Belos growled painfully. Concerned, Hunter's head jerked up to see his uncle being tortured by his curse. "Uncle-" "Scout, bring me the thing."

A scout trotted to the emperor's side immediately and offered him a plate of palismen.

Belos broke the small wooden animal into two halves and consumed the palismen's soul, a ghostly green light flickered in his eyes.

"Uncle, I-"

"No need to elaborate! I don't want to listen to your excuses any more. Tomorrow you shall redeem yourself by bringing the two wild witches to the conformatorium and exucute them yourself. Do whatever you wish with the infant." The emperor commanded.

Hunter widened his eyes in horror, but he dared not to disobey.

"Yes, your highness, I will not fail you, again."

If only he would listen...

******

It was Saturday again. You didn't know if he would still show up. He might not want to talk again, which would have been understandable. Some people don't tolerate other views well.

It was a quarter past seven in the morning. You were debating if you should still wait for him.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice calling out for your name.

"(Y/N)!"

He came huffing and puffing again.

He halted before you and panted.

"Sorry, huff, duty."

You responded coldly. "It's fine, I just passed by."

"I thought you didn't want to hear from me anymore."

He took out a familiar looking handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you. It was the one you lended to him that day.

"Is that all you are here for?"

"I... I still think Belos is right, and nothing is ever going to change that, and maybe he doesn't listen, but I want to listen from you."

You handed it back and smiled.

"Take it, just lending you this because you're sweaty."

He looked at you and took the handkerchief.

"Does that mean we're good?"

"You could give it back to me next week, again."

"So...?"

"Yeah, we're good."

You blushed and admitted.

"You need to take a break first, Zeno?"

"Hunter."

"Huh?"

"My name is Hunter."

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Magical Word of JKR

In this post, I want to point out all the inconsistencies of the world that JKR has created. Some of us had been worshiping her for so long. But JKR made mistakes, not only outside her world, but inside.

Owls for muggleborns. Sending a letter through an owl seems to be something common in The Wizarding World. But why do children with a muggle background need to go back in time and use them when they could use a phone? Why can't students use any muggle technology? I know wizards are anti muggle and magic does not allow these devices to function at Hogwarts, but why not?

Drunk portraits. How could portraits get drunk? Did artists paint vessels and digestive systems for them too? How can they bleed? They are portraits with voices and personality based on real people yeah. But they are not alive. They don’t bleed or get drunk.

The trace. Wizards under 17 aren’t supposed to do magic outside Hogwarts. But The Ministry doesn’t seem to control this by which wand did it. But by location. Since Dobby did magic in the Chamber of Secrets, and they blamed Harry for it. So, what happens with pureblood kids? They are allowed to use magic outside school because their families are supposed to, so they wouldn’t trace them. So it seems unfair for muggleborns not to be able to practice magic. Since they are the only members of their family that would do it.

Hogwarts being the only school. There is only one school in all Britain for magical people. Yet there seems to be very few students when there should be a lot. And it doesn’t make sense that Hogwarts is the only choice. Or Hogwarts, or homeschooling.

I don’t understand the population of Magical Folks. It seems little because most of the wizarding families are known. There are only 28 pureblood famous families. They even practise inbreeding, they are all related. But why is that, if the wizard gene is dominant? There are more half bloods and muggleborns than squibs. So the magical population should be as large as the muggle one, even more.

Hogwarts Houses are cool. But the way kids are sorted doesn’t make sense. They get sorted when they are eleven. Seems pretty young to me to form traits and criteria that might change as they grow. Also, let’s say 100 kids enter Hogwarts one year. They won’t be sorted equally 25/25/25/25. Because according to personalities and traits, there could be 60 Gryffindors and 10 Ravenclaws, and 4 Slyhterins, and 25 Hufflepuffs. What if one year, there are no Slytherins for example?

Also, sharing a dorm, common room and classes with people from your same house (same personality and traits) seems boring and unhealthy. Having friends with different personalities, traits and beliefs should help you grow and mature. Sometimes friendships are built between two opposite people. And separating houses, forces students to just hang out with people from their houses, not others.

Love potions. These are the wizarding equivalent of drugs. Think about it. Forcing someone to show love for you is very much like drugging someone and forcing them to do stuff against their will. Love potions can permit things like raping. Something that happened to Tom Sr. by Merope. It is horrible. Yet the wizarding world permits their selling and consumption without a problem. And what’s worse, they teach how to brew it in school to children! A potion like that shouldn’t be allowed or taught.

Azkaban being the only punishment. It seems whether you are a dangerous criminal like a mass murderer or just someone that stole something once, you get the same punishment. Azkaban. An inhumane place where dementors live, and make prisoners go insane, live their worst nightmares or suck their soul. Even characters who were under the imperius curse like Stanley Shunpike. Or even The Marauders would’ve gone to Azkaban if their animagus secret was discovered. No matter what your crime is, always the worst punishment: Azkaban.

Wizards hiding from muggles. The Statue of Secrecy in the Wizarding World seems to be important. But I may ask, how can wizards hide from muggles if they don’t know anything about them? Pureblood Wizards don’t have a clue how muggles live, behave, dress, talk. Not even Arthur Weasley who works in that Department. Yet they want to be unnoticed by muggles? For example, each time a wizard dresses like a muggle they do it wrong, using colorful clothes. Wouldn’t it be suspicious? Like even Vernon sees people in cloaks in book 1, celebrating. Also, if there are a lot of muggleborns, shouldn’t more muggles know about wizards?

It is totally inhumane to just obliviate muggles each time they see something. That spell should have some consequences in their brains. Like for example, Hermione’s parents must’ve had mayhem after their minds were modified.

Memories in pensieves are not supposed to be accurate. Memories are from our point of view. From the perspective of people who lived that memory. When Harry sees Snape’s memories or Bob Ogden’s memories, they seem to be clear. Harry can see Bob and Snape in those memories when they should be seen through their eyes, they are their memories. How could Snape remember himself, see himself. You get my point? Also, memories are subjective, not objective. We remember what impacted us the most, we forget about details we don’t care about. There are feelings involved.

Not having another education after Hogwarts. You graduate from Hogwarts at eighteen. Eighteen! And you're supposed to have figured out what you want to do for the rest of your life. Why aren’t there Wizard Universities? Wizards only have 7 years of education and that’s all. Nothing before, nothing after (unless you’re muggleborn). Seems that the wizard community doesn’t care about education that much. With only seven years of education, are you suddenly prepared for the rest of your life? I don’t think so.

Adding to the last point, wizards only teach about magic. What about math, wouldn’t they need it to count their money, or take care of their finances? What about English, spelling, grammar? Not every kid had the privilege to be homeschooled by their parents before. What about Sex Ed? I think it is important for teens that age to be careful with their sex lives.

Quidditch being the only sport in the wizarding world. Quidditch is cool, I get it. But it is not for everyone. Seems that if you want to be a sports person in the wizarding world, you only have that option. Either you like Quidditch or nothing.Shouldn’t there be other sports? In the muggle world we have tons: football, basquet, tennis, swimming, running, etc.

Love protection is not common. Lily sacrificed herself for Harry. She died for him and that love protection saved his life. Why is Harry the only one to experience it? Is it because of the prophecy? I mean Lily is not the only one who has sacrificed herself for love. Not in the story, not in History. Then why aren’t there more people with lighting scars walking around?

Why don’t wizards cure things with magic like eyesight? They have a potion that grows bones back. But they cannot cure Harry’s eyesight? And don’t say that it is because eyes are connected to the soul, that’s a lame excuse. In the muggle world, eyesight can be cured with surgery.

Hogwarts Express. Yeah, we all wanted to ride the train to Hogwarts. It is part of the experience right? But what if you live in Scotland already? Why bother traveling to London to King Cross Station to take a train if you already live there? It seems like a waste of time. Is there a provided transport for kids who live in Scotland? What about those who don't live in London? What if Scotland is nearer to them than King Cross?

Ghosts. They shouldn’t exist. It is not very well explained how you become a ghost. But it doesn’t make sense that they exist and yet many characters died and didn’t become one.

Discrimination against magical creatures. We know how magical creatures are seen in the Wizarding World. Discrimination exists. But the problem is that Jkr never does anything to fix this.Not with werewolves, not with half giants, surely not with house-elves. The only issue that the war solved was the discrimination against muggleborns.

And house-elves liking their slavery is problematic. It is saying that slavery is right as long as the victim accepts it. She created S.P.E.W and never properly addressed the issue.

The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, yet students have detention there. Dumbledore says at the beginning of each year that the Forest is out of bounds. So why would you send students to detention there, Dumbles? Also, building a school near a forest full of dangerous beasts: werewolves, acromantulas, centaurs, seems kind of risky for children. Not every child obeys the rules. Look at the Marauders spending every full moon there.

How did Hagrid come to be? Hagrid is half giant. Meaning that his father is human, his mother is a giant… Ehemm… Excuse me, but how do you have sex with a giant? That’s physically impossible. How does Hagrid exist?

Male veelas? We are only introduced to female veelas in the Wizarding World. Veelas are these beautiful women that men feel attracted to, they seem in trance by their beauty, and they are not responsible for their actions. It seems to me that JKR is saying that men should not be accountable for their actions when they see a pretty girl, because it is her fault? Pretty feminist, JKR. Also, veelas are dangerous creatures. How do humans procreate with them and have half veelas or a quarter of a veela? Are there male veelas too?

Teachers not having spouses or kids. It is a stupid stereotype that teachers are sad non social people, who are only teaching because they don’t have a choice. Like they are allowed to have social lives, date, get married and have children, right? Name one Hogwarts teacher who is married with kids. They all seem pretty single. And I get it, being single is not a bad thing. But all of them being single just because they are teachers in a boarding school? Just because it was convenient to the author? Only McGonagall married once, but her husband died a few years after.

Abusive teachers. Speaking of teachers, why would Hogwarts allow incompetent teachers that are abusive (Snape), and or are dangerous for kids. None DADA teacher had teaching experience before. And since there is no further education than Hogwarts, how do teachers get prepared for the job? Teaching is not about knowing a lot of stuff about the subject, but knowing how to treat children.

Muggle vs Wizard music. What is the difference between muggle and wizard music? I never understood that. Is it the fact that wizards play music with magic? If so, why would instruments exist? Why would they play instruments? If anyone can make a spell to produce music, then anyone can be a musician. The only difference that I find is that wizard music has wizard related lyrics. Which is a stupid difference. Wizards could write songs about muggles. Muggles could write songs about wizards.

Secret Keeper. The Fidelius Charm should be a spell to hide yourself from others if you are in danger. Period. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a secret keeper. Why? Why would someone else need to know the place you are hiding? James and Lily shouldn’t have trusted anyone with their location. Not even Sirius. Not even someone they trusted, because Sirius or anyone could’ve died and passed the secret to the others. Like, it doesn’t make any sense. And also, how could Bill and Arthur be their own secret keepers but not James and Lily?

Magical therapists. Healers seem to cure physical maladies or illness pretty fine, but what about mental health? And I am not talking about mental problems because of magic. Like Frank, Alice, Lockheart whose minds were affected by spells. I’m talking about mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, adhd, ptsd, trauma etc. Don’t tell me wizards don’t suffer that. What about Remus, Sirius, Harry? Who treats these things in the wizarding world?

Time Turner. Only exists for the plot. Otherwise it is useless, stupid and confusing. Time traveling confuses the mind. Also, we don’t exactly know how it works. Is it a domino effect? Do the things you do back in time affect the present? They should. Or does it create different timelines, like it is said in Cursed Child? Also, why not use time turners for important situations? For example, save important people from dying, go back to check events of a crime and see if they are true.

Veritaserum. Wizards have a truth potion and they won’t use it. They should use it on trials to take the truth out of criminals, to see if the accusants are innocent or not. They should’ve used it on each member of the Order to find out who the spy was. They should’ve used it to discover who was the Slytherin heir when the Chamber was opened. They should’ve used it on Harry when he came back from the Graveyard to prove Voldemort was back. Why would that shit exist anyway?

Incest families. Pureblood families, or at least some of them are supposed to practise inbreeding. But if you look at the Black Family Tree, the only Black-Black marriage is between Orion and Walburga. Just one. And even if this was the case, shouldn’t this inbreeding have consequences? I don’t know if it’s the magical gene or what but The Blacks and Malfoys seem pretty fine.

If you know more and you want to add them, feel free to do so. This is a critique to improve this word and fandom ourselves. Even JKR's world is cool and wonderful, it is full of flaws that we need to speak about.

[spiltscribbles]

Prompt: remus and lily as siblings or half siblings or biological family in any capacity pls 🥺

Oh God!!! Baby!!!🥺🥺😭 This is such a favorite AU of mine!! I’m literally— sorta— writing a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU right now and they are the bestest siblings in that!!!  They share a little sister and they are just so cute!! And Petunia is conveniently off in university oaiwefjoiaswejfiogreghoij And I just love Remus and Lily both so much it hurts!!! And so I wanna spit out a bullet point Ficlet at you! And I’m not even sorry just because I love you so endlessly for tossing this into my inbox foiwaeifmkaeoirfgjieoarujoidkioweajgh 

So like in my head, becs that Voldy bitch doesn’t know how to actually world build, the Muggle born children who get their Hogwarts letters, are also invited to join this like support group for ordinary folks with magical children. It’s like a thing that’s held in the Ministry of magic over in London once a month, and the parents are taught about the Wizarding world while their children kind of go to this separate room to intermingle and read Hogwarts; A History with one another, and just vibe, because pure bloods and those close to that have always sorta known one another and such, so this is a nice way for the Muggle borns not to feel so excluded.

So the thing is, obviously Lyall was a wizard, but also we all know I don’t fuck with him lmfao. So I picture that after he leaves for the final time when Remus is around nine, and finalizes the  divorce with Hope, she— being the bad bitch that she is, just marches to the ministry with her half-blood, werewolf son, and demands to learn everything about the world he’s part of, because she refuses to let him be deprived of anything. 

Eventually she becomes one of the tutors for the adult section because she’s such a quick study— being a professor herself back in Cardiff and just being an all around bombshell tbh. So one day, in February of 1970, there’s this ginger haired, northerner who stumbles in with his daughter who looks so much like him that it’s crazy— dimples and smile and upturned nose. Though she has her mother’s eyes, who had past away when she was only seven from a freak car accident.

And when he first shake’s Hope’s hand, he’s like kind of mind boggled over how beautiful she is, and thinks that maybe all wizards just put on some sort of charm to look unearthly, till he finds out that she’s as Muggle as he is towards the end of his visit. And he is just entirely love struck tbh.

And for the next couple months or so, he kind of just yearns from afar, and then spends the ride home to Cokeworth listening to Lily’s excited chortling about her friend Remus who’s apparently a half blood and who likes the same treats as her and knows how to draw things so amazingly, and it isn’t until like May, when he ambles to the other room and realizes that Remus is actually Hope’s fucking son, and he already knows that she said she began this group after separating from her husband who was a wizard himself. So Lily’s father— Nate— quite literally just shoots his shot and asks if Lily would like to get ice cream with her new friend since Petunia won’t be coming back from there Grams’s house till late, and Hope sorta smirks from over the kids’ heads because she sees exactly what he’s doing and is impressed that he’s finally done something for fuck’s sake.

And like obviously they fall hard for one another, and they probs get married like Lily’s second year at Hogwarts.

Wait, just Lily’s you ask??

Yes my beautiful duckling,  because plot twist!! (We lovee plot twists!!!)

In this AU i picture that McGonagall kind of visits during the summer months leading up to the children’s first year at Hogwarts, just to give them some supplementary readings and answer the questions for their future schooling, and when Dumbledore tells her about Remus’s full situation with his lycanthropy and all, she does some research, and figures out how Beauxbatons is much, MUCH more accommodating to “dark” creatures, and she’s already pretty chummy with Hope and knows that she’s actually a French citizen herself, the daughter of Algerian immigrants. So Remus technically has the possibility to attend Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, and so Hope and Remus talk on it long and hard, and she knows he’s already become fast friends with Lily and their thick as thieves with one another, but it’s also just so much safer for him.

So the week before Lily is set to go off to King’s Cross, they fly over to France and they get Remus settled in his dorm abroad.

I think while they’re away, Lily and Remus actually somehow become closer, because their parents are still dutifully dating and neither of them are all that familiar with their surroundings, so they send one another so many fucking letters through that first term, that the owls of their schools always give them the dirtiest looks lmfao. And they really catch on like a house on fire, like it’s one of those relationships that is just innate? Like you know when you have a best friend you guys kind of just slip into one another lives? Like even when you don’t talk for a while or whatever, it’s just natural<3 <3 

So neither of them ever spend the hols of winter or spring in Hogwarts/Beauxbatons, becs that’s when they really get to vibe.

They tell one another the different cool charms they’ve learned, and hate that they can’t show them with their actual wands yet. And they watch all their favorite films and almost adopt this secret language that’s only the quirk of their brows and twitch of the lips, and Petunia hates how freakily attuned they are with one another and sneers at them for being such freaks in all aspects. Also in this AU Lily fucks off from Snape wayyyy sooner, because instead of having to deal with that nasty, bigoted, slime ball she has the cutest and funniest and most amazing bestie in Remus!

And before Hope and Nate exchange vows in the winter of their second year, the little family of five go to this tiny park that’s all lush grassland and a shiny jungle gym and a pair of swings tucked away by trees, and they sit at this picnic table, and Hope— with her steady, ever buoyant voice, explains to them why she and Remus decided to send him to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, and Petunia is like gawking in fright, and Nate looks sort of distressed, but Lily just cocks her head and shrugs her shoulders, because it’s still Remus— her closest companion Rem— and nothing could change that. So she takes his hand from where it’s fiddling with a splintered piece of wood on the tabletop and she squeezes it tightly, watches him glance up at her with the late summer wind billowing in his tawny curls and the fear in his honey eyes, and she simply tells him that it doesn’t matter. And Lily will never forget the way his features spasm at that, going suddenly loose and bright and thankful, and then Nate probably tousles his hair and kisses Hope’s temple and shyly asks how they should accommodate once they move in with one another.

And that park becomes sorta special tbh.

It’s in that alcove with the swings and trees where Lily and Remus go when things are becoming too much, or they would just like to escape the world by one another’s side.

It’s where they tried their first cigarettes that Remus had gotten from an older bloke in Beauxbaton’s when they were thirteen and feeling adventurous. And where they go to listen to the releases of their favorite albums, and when Remus told Lily that he’s gay for the first time before leaving to both their fourth years and it’s like one of those spots they both think of and feel golden.

Oh God! Imagine how cute of a celebration that Nate and Hope hold for them both becoming prefects!!! Hope and Nate definitely insist on some sort of summer todo! And they invite their friends and all that jazz and OMFG what if Lily’s wearing some sorta powder blue sundress that matches Remus’s oxford shirt and they both are grimacing in all the photos and are just not thriving foieajfoierjgiearfoijsdkgxh But like they would be doted on rotten that whole day! This is so cute! OMFG! And this probs means James became Prefect as well and so Remus gets to tease her when he sends her some sort of congratulations letter and she’s totally blushing and trying to hide her grin, and Lily retaliates by kicking his ankle tbh bahaha 

Okay also now I’m thinking of like Lily’s like fifth year, and her Muggle studies class is doing some sort of seminar to see if these idiots can actually survive in a totally Muggle area without a lick of magic, so like it’s spring hols, and guess who she’s partnered up with??? 

Cookies for you because we all know she had to work with James and Sirius lmfao!!! 

And she’s totally still trying to hide her crush on James— who’s nearly always leering and winking her way— and she might actually punch Sirius’s face simply because he’s such a smug bastard, and being from a working class family like herself, she’s like always ready to fight preppy rich boys tbh

So James and Sirius decide to plan out the simulation in her house that’s right outside Cardiff and Remus is cackling the entire morning before they’re set to arrive because she’s so pissy about it lmfao

Okay so like obviously the boys end up taking the port key and land in front of her place and it’s Remus who answers the door, still painted with humor because Lily was just screaming about “if Potter brings that insufferable snitch here I’ll bloody shove it up his arse” and James is immediately on the defense because Lily’s only ever talked about her sister and brother who live with her at home, and this dude is golden where she’s pale and has curls over her straight hair and just, obviously they’re not related by blood at all. And for his part, Sirius is like *Oh! Oh! Oh! Pretty!!! Pretty boy!! Muggle boy? Pretty Muggle boy!* 

But Remus obviously knows who they are straight away, so he like waves them inside before rounding to the stairs and calling for her to stop clogging the toilet or something else mortifyingly embarrassing, and Lily promises to put like pickles in the next set of face masks that they do because she knows how fucking allergic he is to them, and she wants her chuckles damn it!!  

“Potter— Black,” is how she greets them with a derisive sort of glower that Remus can completely see through, so he has to excuse himself while laughing over to the kitchen. “You’ve met my delightful brother I see.”

And James’s entire posture relaxes and he’s back to grinning like a dope, and the only weird part is that Sirius has got on the very same face, *Pretty Muggle boy is Evan’s brother* So like they are both scary levels of elated, rip.

But sucks to be Sirius because Remus leaves after that to meet up with a friend from town who’s also the best dealer tbh, and  so he has to deal with James’s awful levels of flirting with Lily while they scrounge up their itinerary to send their professor for the seminar type thing, and he doesn’t even have a pretty distraction XS

But Lily does force Remus to come along with her on the trip to London because “On God, if I spend a day alone with those bellends by myself I will punch a wall” 

And it is literally the worst, but best double date/first date that’s full of Sirius and James fucking up with everything— including asking some poor Tesco employee where are their fudgeflies and giving a homeless man a hand full of galleons and James’s snitch somehow ending up in the meaty hands of some kid at the tube. But also tbh it’s hella cute when Lily lets James give her his jacket when they’re walking along the Thames and it’s getting chilly, and when Remus lets Sirius share his stick of cotton candy and they both sorta stare at the sugar on each of their lips.

But then they go to some tiny museum, and while they’re looking at a impressionist piece, Sirius is totally trying to show off to Remus and is explaining how he could turn the bench their sitting on into a really nice bouquet of Lupins, and in the middle of his stupid showboating, Remus lightly corrects him on some facet of Gamp’s law, and Sirius freezes— shocked still— and he’ sort of gaping like an idiot, before Lily stops his blustering with a scoff “He’s a damn wizard also you arse.”

And Sirius is floundering for the rest of the evening, and he has so many questions, but they all die on his lips every time he glances over at Remus and he’s just smirking at him with this electric glint in his golden eyes

So obviously when they’re back at Hogwarts he pesters Lily every second of every day about Remus, and why he’s not at Hogwarts. “None of your fucking business.” And asking where Remus goes instead. “Beauxbatons, thankfully far away from you.” and he asks her about a thousand other questions that Lily either scoffs at or simply cuffs him around the head for daring to even try getting his address.

And she pokes fun about the situation to Remus and tells him how much more of an idiot he’s acting like, and how hilarious it all is. And she’s shocked when he responds to her letter merely by saying, “Hah- he’s cute.”

And so obviously she shoots back a reply that’s a letter of all his worst traits, mainly that he’s an arrogant toerag, and that he’s a posh idiot who could probably live off his inheritance for three lifetimes without blinking, and about how he doesn’t date anyone for longer than a couple months, and how he’s practically brothers with James bloody Potter, and yet again, Remus just tells her, Hah- he’s cute, before mildly moving to talking about his latest charms paper and how he’s been asked to be their DADA’s professors TA next year, and how Andrew keeps trying to try again with him but Remus would rather poke his eyes out with a spork.

So Lily is totally fuming when she recognizes that she’s lost and begrudgingly gives Sirius Remus’s info, after telling him lowly and with her most menacing glower, “IF you fuck around with my brother I will murder you without a flinch.” And she’s quite literally five feet nothing to Sirius’s broad, six-foot frame, but he knows that she could do it with a snap of the finger, and he promises that it’s not just a gag on his end. And Lily actually believes him.

So Remus and Sirius begin writing to one another a sickening amount, like so steadfastly that it gives Lily a complex whenever she finds Sirius waiting at the Owlry every Wednesday morning for the bird that arrives with two letters tied to it’s leg, one for each of them.

And God, one time, right before they let out for summer hols, Lily accidentally takes the one marked for Sirius— and holy christ!!!, She did not need to know just what exactly her brother has been getting up to in the sex department of things— like she legit contemplated using a memory charm on herself JFC

And Sirius probably ends up on their doorstep again in late July, with James at toe, and somehow their is a small harmony painted between the four of them, and it’s by Christmas of sixth year when James and Sirius begin talking about how amazing it’ll be when they’re actually in-law brothers, and Lily blames Remus for everything when she’s pretending to be cross over it, but then James puts his arm around her shoulders, and she sees how gentle Sirius is when he twines his fingers into Remus’s own, and it feels good, feels right. 

It feels like something that can be forever.

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[novelist-becca]

Won’t you let me in?

Fandom: The Owl House

Relationships: Eda & Luz

Summary: After the events of Separate Tides, Eda and Luz have a talk. Title is from the song “Strange Sight” by KT Tunstall.

AO3

What a day this is turning out to be, Eda thought as the so-called “Golden Guard” approached her and Luz. 

The witch had originally planned to take the money back to the house after checking in on the Selkidomus. 

But then she got caught, and it turned out Luz was on the ship instead of safe at home. (She had expected Luz to follow the cart home after they started driving back to the house) The kid had apparently wanted in on the bounty hunt, once again not knowing what she was getting into. Forget the money that was forgotten in the boiling sea, Luz was more important! Eda had of course questioned her.

“Now why were YOU on that ship to begin with? You could've gotten killed!” 

And then the Golden Chump showed up, and here they are. 

“Hello, criminals!” He said. “What's about to happen should be relatively painless. If you just do what I say.” 

“And why would we do that?” Luz retorted.

“Because none of you can use real magic.” He said, pointing a finger at the both of them. 

Eda narrowed her eyes and pointed back. “You don't know that.” Sure, glyph magic was different, but she won't stand the talk of it not being “real”. They haven't seen Luz in action.

The Golden Guard shrugged. “Maybe not. But I do know you're standing on a plant that eats flesh.” 

On cue, Eda and Luz looked down to see that they were indeed, standing on a flesh eating plant. And just in time, both of them could already feel the thing burning through their shoes. They yelped and lept to the side as the guard just watched. 

Ugh, stupid Golden Guard…, Eda thought. 

“Ahahaha! Okay.” He chortled. “The human will remain a sailor to repay all the money she lost.”

Eda tensed up at that idea. As if she'd allow Luz to become a pawn for the stupid emperor, just for some stupid money! 

Luz needs to be safe at home…

“While the Owl Lady will be arrested, again! For attacking one of the emperor's ships.” 

Luz looked at Eda, surprised. “Emperor’s ship?” She repeated. 

“They're the only ones worth robbing.” Eda replied. At least the kid didn't know. She thought. She supposed Luz wouldn't have gone if she knew this was a setup from Belos. She turned back to the guard.

“Why are you guys hunting the Selkidomus? It's a peaceful creature and you're provoking it!” Eda demanded. 

“The emperor ordered me to slay one. I'm just following orders.” The guard said nonchalantly. 

Losing her cool, Eda glared at him. “Well I'm just gonna smack you around a bit!” She shouted, snapping her arm off. Unfortunately, the Golden Guard was too quick for her, dodging her to the point where she tripped. 

“Leave Eda alone!” Eda heard Luz shout. Then the kid was tossed aside next to her. 

Apparently, the dingus wasn't finished with them quite yet, because he then threatened to dip them into the Boiling Sea, ouch, but then he changed his mind. 

“I don't have to be that mean.” He said snarkily. 

Titan I hate this guy already…

“No one will have to be a sailor or get arrested. If one of you follows those Selkidomus tracks and slays the beast.” He ordered. “Here! I'll help!” Then the guard materialized a sword into the air, dropping it in front of them. 

What is it with the coven and slaying innocent creatures?!

Luz looked at the sword, and back up to the guard, pleading with her eyes. 

The guard rubbed his mask. “Ugh, you're making this difficult. Go, or I drown the bird.” He said, revealing King behind the cage he had. Thankfully, the demon appeared unharmed. 

Eda looked at Luz, seeing her conflicted face. If she had Owlbert with her right now, she would've grabbed her kid and tried to make a break for it, as if the ordeal never happened. 

But of course it wasn't that simple. 

Luz sighed. “Fine.” And to Eda’s alarm, she picked up the sword. “I'll do it.” She said in a low voice. 

Eda reached out an arm as Luz headed towards the cave. 

“Luz, wait!” She pleaded. There had to be a way out of this other than killing! “Luz!” 

~ 

On the way to the area where the Selkidomus was, Eda was trying to disuade Luz from doing what she was about to do. 

“Luz, don't hurt the Selkidomus. We can find another way out of this.” She said. 

But Luz kept walking. “You heard what he said, Eda. If you and King want to be free…” Luz stopped in front of a ditch and jumped onto a shipwreck. “Then I have to do this alone.”

The witch found it hard to ignore that Luz excluded herself from the “being free” deal, and her heart started pounding at the sight of Luz being above a ditch again. She didn't like where this was going at all. 

“What's this ‘alone’ business? Don't you remember?” Eda tried reminding her. “Us weirdos have to-” 

“What? Stick together?” Luz snapped. She looked at Eda, forlorn, almost startling her with the sadness in her face. “Because you stuck with me you lost your magic! You almost got turned to stone, and now you can't even afford your apple blood because you're worried about what I need to eat!” She rambled, looking down sadly. 

Eda stared at Luz, her heart breaking for the girl. She knew Luz was going through some things, but she didn't think it was this bad. Only a week and a half of them being together again, and Luz still blames herself. She should've paid more attention in the last week. Eda tried to find the words to tell Luz that no, this isn't your fault, you can come down from there and we can find a different way to go back home together. 

But before Eda could come up with an answer, the Selkidomus below growled, meaning it was awake. Luz kept her balance on the beam, then looked away from Eda.

“It's my fault all this happened, that's why I've got to do this alone.” She looked back at Eda, smiling. “I'll make it all up to you, Eda the Owl Lady. I promise.” 

Then, to Eda’s horror, Luz let herself fall off the beam and down the ditch. She couldn't help reaching her hands out, as if she could actually catch her. Her heart dropped to her stomach and she couldn't help crying out Luz’s name. 

No, no, NO-

Suddenly, Eda was reminded of that day on the bridge. Her sister tossing Luz aside like a ragdoll, into the ditch, that terrified little girl screaming as she fell, onto the spikes- 

“LUZ!” 

Eda shook herself out of her stupor, reminding herself of what to do. 

Thinking quickly, Eda grabbed a nearby vibe and lept down the ditch to find her kid.

She just got her back, and she'll be damned if she lost her again.

Soon enough, the witch found a safe ledge to stand on and Eda spotted the kid on the ground, preparing to throw herself at the Selkidomus, which was already defending itself. Eda spotted a nearby branch, thick and strong enough to use. She tugged on it, preparing to swing. 

Just as Luz had catapaulted herself in the air with her ice glyph, Eda swung in just in time. She wrapped an arm around Luz, holding her as tight and as close as possible under one arm so she wouldn't be dropped. 

I gotcha, kiddo!

Thankfully they were able to avoid the creature’s jaws and landed safely in a bush. 

As soon as they landed, Luz had tumbled out of Eda’s arms and clumsily sat back up. Eda recovered as well, turning back to the kid. 

Eda pointed a finger at Luz, and she stared back with wide eyes, startled. 

“You think throwing your life away is gonna help me? Well it won't.” Eda said firmly. She needed Luz to hear this. Luz deserved to hear this. 

“You helped me find King’s crown when you barely knew me, you saved me from turning to stone,” Eda averted her eyes from the kid, starting to feel emotional. “And you even got me talking to my sister again.” She looked back up, seeing that Luz was still listening. 

“So…unfortunately for you…my life is pretty great because I'm friends with Luz the Human.” Eda finished, her voice wavering. 

That seemed to be exactly what Luz needed, because now she was looking at her with glistening eyes and a trembling lip.

Eda blinked her eyes hard to keep the tears at bay, and her face got serious again.

Focus, Eda, we need to get out of here.

“Now,” She snapped out of it and grabbed Luz’s face, startling her. “Your guilt-ridden brain is clouding your judgement.” She said, poking Luz’s forehead. “There’s gotta be a way out of this where no one has to get hurt.” Eda let go of the kid’s cheeks and looked around the cave.

Just then, a small noise made them turn around. A baby Selkidomus had approached them. Luz looked at it for a moment, putting the pieces together in her head, then turned back to Eda.

“Eda,” the witch looked at Luz, willing to hear any plan she had right now.

“Do you wanna learn your first glyph?” She asked with a determined smile, holding up one of her light glyphs.

Not for the first time, Eda marvels at just how bright her kid is.

~

Later, Luz and Eda had managed to create a fake Selkidomus out of plant glyphs and made it work by using the light glyphs to fool the Golden Guard into thinking they were fighting the real thing.

The power of theatrics and a bright young mind. 

Moments later, Eda had gotten up and used whatever paper was left to draw more light glyphs on the ground. 

She still remembers the first time Luz casted these glyphs. They were so beautiful, and Eda always found them comforting. And now she gets to draw them herself. It only took a week for her to finally try it, but it was worth it.

It wasn’t long before Luz returned with King safely out of the cage. When she approached, Eda took a ball of light in her hands and glanced up at Luz.

“My first glyph! Did I do good?” If she was being completely honest, Eda felt like a giddy little kid again, learning new magic and sharing it with the people she loved. It felt wonderful.

Luz observed her with a bright smile. “Yeah! You did great!”

The baby Selkidomus returned, quickly worming its way toward Luz, nuzzling her, which delighted the kid as she was hugging back.

“Baby, awwwww!” She cooed, and a part of Eda was relieved to see the Luz she knew begin to return.

“Wait- what is that?!” King asked, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, King, once the mother saw we weren’t a threat to her baby she calmed down.” Eda reassured, patting the baby gently. Then she turned to the mother behind them. “This area is dangerous,” she explained. “You need to move further out, into the sea.” 

Understanding Eda’s warning, the creature nodded. Then something strange happened. It started...gagging. Until it puked up a pile of some gold goop, which Eda recognized to be Selkie Gris.

Mother of Titan, they hit the jackpot!

Luz stared at it with disgust for a few seconds before Eda excitedly pulled her close in a side hug. 

“Hot dang! It gave you the treasure of the sea!” Eda said in excitement, holding her kid with one arm and holding the other arm out to present their prize.

“Gold? ...Tuna?” Luz said in confusion.

“It’s Selkie Gris!” Eda let Luz go and scooped some of the stuff into her hands. “People pay big money for it at the night market!” Seeing Luz’s still confused face, she got an idea. The witch smushed it in her hands and took the opportunity to rub it on the kid’s face. “Ahh, feeelll the money, Luz! Luxuriate it!” She teased. 

“No, no, Eda! Ahh!” As expected, Luz protested and squirmed against the touch, but she was starting to laugh, which is what Eda wanted. 

Eda smirked, taking hold of the kid’s hands as she tried and failed to get away. “What? Don’t like to luxuriate? There’s a whole pile of luxury right here!” Then she grabbed Luz’s arms and swiftly tossed her into the pile, earning a yelp from the girl. “Move over!” Eda said, following suit and landing face down.

“Edaa!” Luz protested, but she broke out into laughter with Eda. It filled the witch with much joy to see Luz laughing and smiling again. She deserved it after the rough day they just had.

With that being said, after a minute, Eda got up and decided it was finally time to head home. Maintaining her balance, she reached her hands out to Luz and hoisted her up, keeping a tight grip on her so she wouldn’t fall. 

Thankfully, the Golden Guard didn’t obliterate her boat, so they had a way back home. Eda used an extra sack she had to bag the Selkie gris so they could take it home. It was significantly lighter than the snails. They would have to make a trip the night market to trade it off soon. Something had finally gone right today!

“You ready to go home?” Eda asked, turning to Luz, who was settled behind her with King on her shoulder. 

“Aye-aye, captain!” Luz said, saluting. 

That’s the Luz I know and love, Eda thought. “Alrighty then, brace yourself!” and she, King and Luz started their way back home.

~

It was seven in the evening, and the trio had made it home. After Lilith had presented her scrying potion, Eda had gone off to order their takeout, leaving Luz alone with her thoughts in the hallway.

...Something Luz really didn’t like doing. 

A lot had happened all in one night, from her and Eda getting ambushed by the Golden Guard, to her being forced to go slay the Selkidomus (knowing she was about to take away a baby’s mother back there made it worse to think about), to Eda talking her out of it. 

In all honesty, Luz felt like she needed to hear those words. Eda was right. She had done so much to help her, and she did seem happier whenever Luz was around. Maybe she wasn’t a burden after all…

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the witch in question came back around the corner. 

“Well, I’m tired. How about you, kid?” She said, yawning. 

“Hungry.” Luz said simply. 

“Don’t worry, food should be here in about a half hour.” Eda replied, ruffling Luz’s hair. Then she noticed a familiar look on her face. “You okay, kid?”

Luz shook herself out of her thoughts. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Eda put a hand on her shoulder. “I know that look. You’re deep in thought.” Luz looked down at the floor. “Do you wanna talk about it? You know you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” The witch knew it would only make it worse for the girl to keep things inside. And after what happened in the cave, she wanted to know how it got this bad.

Luz supposes it wouldn’t hurt. She trusted Eda. “Okay…” she gave a small nod. 

Eda slung an arm around her shoulders. ‘’C’mon, walk with me.” and the two walked slowly down the hallway. 

“A lot just happened tonight.”

“That’s for sure.” Eda agreed. “I- you really scared me back there, you know?” she said, hand tightening on Luz’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” Luz answered. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Eda. She supposes she doesn’t always consider that endangering herself contributes to that. “I just...wanted to make things right.”

They stopped walking as Eda turned to her. “You don’t owe me anything, Luz. You know that, right?” She said, meeting the girl’s eyes.

“But-”

“No buts. I promise I’m not angry, kiddo, I just hate seeing you like this.” She sighs. “I wish you would’ve told me before things got this far.” Noticing Luz starting to sag, she guides them to sit against the wall so they can talk more comfortably.

“I promise I’m not angry.” Eda repeats softly. “You're just a kid, you really shouldn't have to carry shit like this…”

Luz takes a breath and continues to speak. “I hated seeing you and Lilith have such a hard time with money. And most of the money that we did have was spent on me. I-I thought that if I got a big enough bounty, you wouldn’t have to worry so much about me anymore, and I wouldn’t be such a burden to you.” Luz could feel tears starting to build up. “But I guess I messed that up.”

“Hey.” Eda said, tilting Luz’s wobbling chin up. “Listen to me. Don’t you think like that.” She moved the hand to Luz’s shoulder. “You were never a burden, okay?”

Luz looked at her with teary eyes. “Really?”

“Really. A burden is an unwanted responsibility. But you?” Eda used her thumb to gently wipe away some of Luz’s tears. “I’ll never get tired of you. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I want to take care of you. You mean so much to me.” 

At this point, Luz is smiling wide with a few stray tears rolling down her face. “Do you really mean that?”

Eda nodded, cupping her cheek. “Of course I do. I told you a week ago that I don’t regret anything. You’re a wonderful kid, Luz. Anyone that calls you otherwise is stupid.” Luz giggles at that. “I’ll pummel anyone that says otherwise.”

Luz hesitantly moves in for a hug, and Eda draws her in easily. “You promise?”

Eda nods, pulling Luz closer. “I promise. It’s okay.” She begins to stroke Luz’s hair a little bit. Then another thought intrudes her mind. Her grip tightens around her kid once more. 

“You really scared me when you jumped down there…” Eda spoke. “I thought I was gonna lose you again.” The memory of Luz falling towards those spikes is never going away anytime soon. The witch felt like her nightmares were coming true. No way in hell does she ever want to go through that again.

Luz nuzzles closer. “I know… I promise I’ll be more careful.” She isn’t sure it’s a promise she can keep, but she’s willing to try. A part of Luz notices that Eda’s becoming more and more casual with touch, but chooses to ignore it.

“Good.” Eda pulled away from the embrace, still holding Luz by her shoulders. “Remember that, okay? I don’t want you talking to yourself like this.” She said, tapping the kid’s head.

“I will.” Before they got up, Luz moved in for one more hug. “I love you, Eda.” Not for the first time, Luz was grateful that Eda made no small effort to just be there for her. She underestimated her.

Eda hugged her back. “I love you too, Luz.”

Then, a knock at the door, and a screech from Hooty.

“Looks like the food’s here! You still hungry, kiddo?” 

“Oh my god, yes.” Luz groaned. 

Eda laughed, stood up, and offered a hand to help Luz up. Unfortunately, the girl stood up too quickly, causing her to stumble a bit.

“Ahhh, head rush, head rush!” Luz murmured. She held onto Eda’s hand.

“You good?” Eda asked with a laugh.

“Yup, yup, I’m good. Just stood up too fast.”

“Wanna race to the kitchen?” Eda offered. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Luz chuckled. “You’re on!”

Yeah, Eda thought, looking fondly at her kid. I still don’t regret anything.

And Luz looked at Eda, seeing her heterochromatic eyes. True, the witch might've lost all her powers, but she didn't lose her love.

[free-pancakes]

Hogwarts AU: Headcanons game

More Hogwarts AU stuff for the snk vets! Thanks to @luanabonn for asking me to join her with this :)  

Hange Zoe Wand: Hazel/Dragon Heartstring (It said Hazel wood is sensitive and works best for a wielder that can understand and manage their own feelings. since hange can get really angry and emotional i feel like itd be cool to see her struggle with this wand at first but slowly master it. Dragon Heartstring is also prone to accidents and is temperamental LOL, I just think Hange would be the only one to tame such a difficult wand) House: Gryffindor (agree with luanabonn that Hange would totally be a hatstall, but I like to think she’d end up being in Gryffindor. Parallels to Hermione: smartest witch of her age but can pack a punch when angry and will stand for what she believes in without backing down) Patronus: Dog (Border Collie) Blood status: Half-Blood (She’s well versed in both the muggle and wizarding world because of it) Excels: Care of Magical Creatures Sucks at Potions: She’s not even bad at it, she just likes to experiment and loved making her cauldron explode. Quidditch position: Chaser. Loves scoring against Hufflepuff’s Keeper, Levi Ackerman Pets: 2 toads named Sawney and Bean. but she’s always with the Care of Magical creatures professor  so like every animal in Hogwarts’ grounds knows and loves Hange. Hopes to one day own her own hippogriff.

Levi Ackerman Wand: Poplar/Unicorn Hair (a reliable, consistent wand with the rarest wood that is happiest with a wilder with clear moral vision) House: Hufflepuff (totally the black sheep of Hufflepuff, gloomy angry scowled boi but has the kindest heart of them all) Patronus: Black Cat Blood status: Pure-blood (of the Ackerman bloodline) Excels: Potions Sucks at Care of Magical Creatures (lol he just hesitates and gets grossed out sometimes and the animals feel that. They tolerate him because he hangs around Hange all the time) Quidditch Position: Keeper, loves to block goals by Hange of Gryffindor house Pets: He ends up taking care of Hange’s toads and gets his share of time with animals because of her. But he does have a small cat.

Erwin Smith Wand: Laurel/Dragonheartstring (Laurel wood does not tolerate laziness, and cannot perform a dishonorable act) House: Slytherin (driven, clever, strong sense of brotherhood aka really cares about those closest to him) Patronus: Deer (male) Blood Status: Muggle-born (credits to luanabonn for this one! I like the idea of Erwin being such a driven Slytherin down to his core, but he’s kinda outcasted for being muggle-born) Excels: Defense Against the Dark Arts Sucks at Herbology: It annoys him that his grades are perfect except for this class. Hange and Moblit always take turns to come help him. Quidditch: Chaser (always competitive against Hange) Pets: Also tired of running after Hange’s animals, can’t deal with another pet of his own lol. He has a snowy white owl thought so he can send letters to his family.

Moblit Berner Wand: Poplar/Unicorn Hair (the same wand as Levi’s. Hange teases Levi about this, and Levi gets a bit jealous of Moblit for a time over it. Moblit tries not to get involved) House: Gryffindor (kinda like Neville? always worried and skittish but will save you, super brave when needed to be) Patronus: Rabbit Blood Status: Muggle-born (parents are just as nervous as him, they ended up with a magical child after all) Quidditch: Seeker :) Excels: Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts Sucks at Potions: literally only because he abandons his work to try stopping Hange from making everything explode Pets: A small brown owl that perches on his shoulder a lot.

Mike Zacharias Wand: Maple/Dragon Heartstring (Maple is a wand of high achievers, growing in ability with its partner. He is very competitive as all Slytherins are, he and Erwin compete a lot which makes each other grow into skilled wizards) House: Slytherin (I think he’d be Erwin’s best friend in Slytherin house) Patronus: Dog (Bloodhound) Blood Status: Half-Blood Excels: Potions. Argument between him and Levi at who’s best at this subject. Levi has natural talent and Mike is good with his nose, which helps him greatly. Sucks at Transfiguration. Nanaba always helps him with this subject, and it’s how they became close friends. Quidditch: Beater. Idk why but this just makes sense to me lol Pet: Rat. Gets mad at Hange for sneaking the rat more cheese, and it gets very chubby.

Nanaba Wand: Alder/Unicorn hair (ideal owner is helpful, considerate, and likable) House: Hufflepuff (Levi’s only friend Hufflepuff house. She’s the only one he tolerates lol, and sees through his RBF) Patronus: Otter (otters cuddle and hug each other and I imagine she’s like this with all their friends.) Blood Status: Muggle-born Excels: Transfiguration. She turns Levi’s stuff into little animals that scurry away from him and he’s always running after something in the Hufflepuff common room. It annoys Levi but he can’t help but laugh sometimes when she does this. Sucks at no subjects actually. She has perfect scores because she’s naturally book smart, which annoys the hell out of Erwin. “Who care about plants???” he always says in response to Nanaba’s grades, and Moblit always gives him a glare. Quidditch: Beater. Will never let Mike forget that she hit a blundger right at Mike, and he fell and broke his arm. They get very competitive with each other during matches. Pets: Cat. Very floofy, helps keep watch over Sawney and Bean because they often escape the Gryffindor common room.

This was seriously so much more fun that I though it’d be. Tagging you all if you want to try, I’d love to hear what your hc’s are! you can do whatever characters and how many you want if u decide to do this @smallblip @fanmoose12 @innocent-ghost-demon @chili-aux @borninolympus

any other potterhead/snk fan pls try :D

[uglierdaikon]

I’ve had this one WIP sitting in my documents forever, and as hard as I’ve tried I absolutely cannot think of a direction to take it in but I really like what I have written, so I’ve decided to say “fuck it” and just post what I’ve got in here and let y’all imagine whatever ending for it you’d like. Without further ado, I present my long-deceased Witch!Nene x Demon!Hanako au:

            Nene, my love. Whatever happens do not forget that you are special. You were born special. You will help so many people.

             Nene couldn’t remember her mother very well. She had been so young when she died. In the furthest, foggiest corners of her mind, she could recall the long gray skirt that she clung to and hid behind when the other townspeople jeered at her. There was silvery hair like hers, and surely a face that would resemble hers. She remembered a voice that sang, a voice that stood up for her, a voice that told her, you are special. You will help so many people.

              And so she did. Although people were still unkind, still jeered at her, still called her an unnatural thing, she helped them. Some learned to be kind, and those were the ones who made it feel worth it. The others… well, the others couldn’t help that they found her strange. She was strange. Witches weren’t supposed to be born—they were made, by sealing deals with demons. And yet, she’d had magic from infancy. This marked her as an oddity, and people were afraid of things they didn’t understand. The rumors that swirled around the village about her certainly didn’t help. But Nene didn’t mind. Or, at least, she told herself she didn’t mind.

              There was work to be done. A farmer wanted a spell to help his cow get pregnant; the blacksmith wanted his tools bewitched to feel lighter to ease the strain on his aging back; a merchant from a nearby town had written her asking for a cure for his wife’s morning sickness. Morning sickness was simple enough—if you knew your plants well enough, you didn’t even need magic. She’d start with that.

              Nene set out her pestle and mortar on her worktable, then went to her cabinet for ingredients, whispering them to herself as she searched.

              “Cinnamon, dragon’s blood, rose petals… ginger.” She stopped short, carefully tucking jars of the other three ingredients in the crook of her left arm. “Have I used up all my ginger?” She shifted jars and vials and other magical odds and ends around her shelves, but there was no ginger hidden amongst them. She swore softly, set the other ingredients down on the table, and grabbed her cloak. She’d have to run out to her garden.

              She stepped out her back door and into the cool night. It had been unseasonably warm as of late, but now a chill wind nipped at her nose. Still, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the scents of damp earth and autumn rot. The woods around her house seemed to thrum with gentle sounds, crickets and owls and the wind shuffling through the leaves. Nene smiled to herself, then hurried off to her garden. She knew it well enough that the dark was no impediment to her finding her ginger. She knelt carefully between other rows of plants and tugged up what she needed and a little extra, for next time.

              As she stood and began to brush dirt from her dress, Nene heard a rustling that did not belong to the thrum of her woods. It was a disruption, a discordant note. She heard a twig snap not far off and nearly dropped her ginger. Her immediate thought was that she should run—people may have been coming to accept her, but she wasn’t naïve enough to believe there was no one in the village who would do her harm. She should run, but her legs wouldn’t move except to tremble.

              “H-hello!” she called cautiously. Perhaps it was just someone lost. Or maybe it was only an animal, and she was being paranoid because some foul-tempered old woman had told her she was going to hell the day before. “Is anyone out there?”

              There was a pause, and then the rustling and crunching of leaves and earth continued, louder and closer. Nene frantically tried to think of a spell—something to freeze them, or confuse them. But when a shape finally moved in the darkness, all she could do was shriek, “Don’t hurt me!” and squeeze her eyes shut.

              Silence. No rustling, no movement. No attempt to seize her, or worse. Nene peeked an eye open, then the other. There was… nothing.

              “Meeeooow.”

              Nene jumped, then laughed. At the edge of the woods, mere feet from her garden, was a small black cat with golden eyes.

              “Well, hello there,” she said, crouching down and holding her hand out to it. “You sure gave me a fright, didn’t you? Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” The cat peered at her curiously, then took slow, cautious steps forward. When Nene reached to scratch it behind the ears, it flinched away. “I suppose people aren’t very kind to you, hm? Black cats are supposed to be a curse, you know. But I’m supposed to be cursed, too, and the only sign I see of it is in my love life. So I’m not afraid of curses.” The cat stepped toward her again. It seemed to her to be trying to communicate something with its eyes, some need or question. “Are you hungry little fella? I’ve got some catnip growing here.” The cat circled behind her, and in her squatted position it was awkward to turn to try to face it.

              “You shouldn’t feed strays. We’ll just keep coming back.” The voice came from directly behind her. Male. Dark. Amused, like he was laughing at her. Nene stumbled forward, whipping around to look at him once she was somewhat upright again. Where the cat should have been, there was a man dressed in fine black clothing, with choppy black hair and golden eyes. He was smiling at her, and the smile was not kind.

              “You—you—how, I—”

              His smile widened.

              “Hello there, little witch,” he said. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” He looked her over like an animal eyeing its dinner. Nene pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

              “Wh-who are you? What do you want?” she managed to stammer. She tried to think of a spell, something to confuse him, or send him away. She didn’t have it in her to hurt someone, but she couldn’t expect the same of him. They were alone here by the woods, a long way from any neighbors that might care enough to help her.

              The man’s smile quickly morphed into a pout, and his eyebrows knit together. He stepped closer and leaned forward to peer at her. Nene made an odd squeaking sound and stepped back.

              “You haven’t been expecting me?” he asked. Before Nene could say anything, or think further about what to do, he reached out and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “Hm. You really don’t know who I am.”

              “Y-yes, that would be why I asked,” she said, jerking her head to break free of his grip. He tapped his chin thoughtfully and began to circle her. “You do know what I am though, don’t you?”

              She didn’t. She had been too shocked, too frightened to see him as anything but some frightening man in her garden, possibly a warlock. But now that he asked, she didn’t know how she hadn’t sensed it, the power radiating off of him. The magic.

              “You’re a demon,” she said, her voice very audible. There was nothing she could do. No defense. What was her magic against a creature like him?

              The man gave her a small nod.

              “Tell me then, little witch,” he said. “How did you get your powers?”

              “I was born with them,” she said. Her voice was stronger—she’d had enough of that line of questioning over the years. He smiled at her, and she managed the courage to hold his gaze. She hoped he couldn’t tell that under her dress, her knees were shaking.

              “Were you now?” he said. “Oh, I do think I like you.”

              As he passed again on her left, he ghosted a hand through her long hair, watching as it faded from silver to green between his fingertips. The look in his eyes had changed into something less playful, just for a moment, and it did funny things to Nene’s already racing heart. Finally, he came to a stop in front of her again. The too-wide smile had reappeared.

              “I have a proposal for you,” he said. “I came tonight to claim something, but I can think of a much more entertaining game. How about a wager? What I want against what you want.”

              Nene narrowed her eyes.

              “What do you know about what I want?” she asked. His eyes narrowed slightly, but they still held their humor.

              “Oh, I can make some guesses,” he said. “I wager that in a week’s time, I will be able to tempt you into agreeing to… something. If I fail, I’ll be on my way, and I’ll never haunt your doorstep again. If I win, well. You’ll have agreed to my terms anyways.”

              “I don’t want any part in your wager,” she said. She tried to sound firm. Being firm with people who meant to manipulate her usually worked—it was a strategy a boy in town named Kou had taught her many years before.

              He shrugged.

              “Then I’ll just take what I came for and go,” he said, advancing toward her. Nene quickly scrambled back.

              “No!” she cried. She couldn’t imagine what horrible thing a demon could want to demand from her. “…Just a week? And once you fail, you’ll go.”

              He chuckled.

              “At once,” he said. “If I fail.”

              Nene scraped together the last of her courage and nodded. He would leave. She would lose nothing to him, face no harm whatsoever, as long as she simply said no to anything he might offer her. He would be gone.

              “Then it’s a deal.”

              His smile grew wider. Before she could react, he had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

              “Do you know how demons usually seal their deals, little witch?” he asked, putting a hand under her chin to tilt her face up towards him. His gold eyes were hooded, locked onto her lips. Nene couldn’t form words, couldn’t form thoughts, as he slowly leaned in and—

              “No!” she cried, turning her face away. He stopped short. When she dared to peek at him, she saw his eyes were wide, like she’d startled him. That was a thought. Her, startling a demon. Then he laughed, and let go of her waist.

              “If you insist,” he said. He took her face in two large hands, tilted it slightly downward, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s sealed. We’ll begin tomorrow.” Before her eyes, he began to fade into nothingness. “Good luck, Miss Yashiro.”

[chicoriii]

Miraculous World: Shanghai, the Legend of Lady Dragon

Again my random, not well-arranged thoughts about a new Miraculous TV movie. I'm surprised that my posts like these are getting some likes, mostly from people who even don't follow me (by the way, I wonder how you find them if they are reblogged by no more than two persons, through tags like "miraculous ladybug" or what?). I very thank you all for reading them. I'm not a good at analysis like many others, so every single person who likes read about my opinions and thoughts makes me really happy.

Personally I have never been overly excited about the specials in general, I'm more interested in the main show, how its plot is going to progress, besides I'm not a big fan of the New York TV movie, so I feel really astonished by the Shangai one. I really, really love it, more than any of already released S4 episodes (well, no wonder if I found both Furious Fu and Truth rather mediocre) and very well-received by the fandom NY special. I guess my opinion is not popular one, as I know some people have been generally negative biased towards it for some reason.

To begin with, I'm gonna explain why I don't see New York special being an amazing episode of Miraculous. I generally liked it but it, but I have some issues with it. One of them is pacing, the first part in Paris and on the plane is too long in comparison to actual action in New York (so it feels so rushed) and it's too much focused on shipping content (and remember I'm a big Adrienette fan), so American superheroes haven't gotten enough screentime. Every character other than Aeon and Jess were portrayed very shallow. Of course I don't think that every character should have been deep, but Olympia and Barbara were just disappointing. I have expected more from women who are Majestia and Knight Owl. But my the biggest problem is how much overly dramatic it is, to the point in which it's just tiring. I especially dislike the scene in which Marinette is chasing Adrien and screams she loves him after the falling off a bike, it feels like taken from very corny romance.

Shanghai was different, much more enjoyable to me. It has better pacing, no over-the-top melodrama, fewer but more interesting characters, more exciting plot. I even like the music more, because I really enjoy oriental sound.

I've seen people complaining about Marinette chasing Adrien instead of just wanting to spend time with her uncle on his birthday and learning more about her roots, that it's "bad writing". It's not new that Marinette is crazy about Adrien and it's not uncommon that people are not interested in learning language and culture of one (or even both) of their parents if they live in a completely different country the whole life. I actually liked that Tom and Sabine haven't been forcing her to that and they have been waiting for the moment in which Marinette would be ready. It also shows how good and understanding her parents are. Of course her motivation to go to Shanghai was bad and shallow, but she was punished for it by getting lost and robbed in a big Chinese city without chance to speak to people. And I find it funny that her future husband wants to learn her Chinese despite of not having Chinese roots (but maybe he has, who knows?).

I never would have thought that I would like Wang Cheng as much as I liked him the special. Especially his scenes with Adrien. I should not have been that much attached to fictional character, but seeing how happy my boy was during his time in Cheng's restaurant melted my heart. I don't remember him laughing out loud that often before (I know only about the umbrella scene). He really fits to the Dupain-Cheng family. It's sad when you think about terrible parenting of Gabriel, but his future with Marinette is going to make him happy, also because of her lovable family. I miss Adrien so much, because we have barely seen him in only one of two released S4 episodes till now, so I really treasured those moments with him we've gotten in this special.

I also loved Bastille, the adorable grey parrot (I'm not sure, but Miraculous Wiki agrees with me) and I want to draw him as well. He reminds me character designs in Dreamworks animations. That's funny than he immediately noticed that Adrien loves Marinette.

I need to say that I love Fei so much. I'm happy that she's the main character of the special (along with Marinette, I think both girl got more or less the same screentime), it made me really care about her, unlike the New York characters. I liked some of them like Jess, but not that much to make me want to see them again so badly. Fei is a cool, but still a flawed character, her story is both sad and thrilling. We've seen her good and bad sides and I think she's well-balanced. I see her a very good protagonist material for a series. Besides, I love her design as well and I'm gonna draw her one day.

Renren and Renlings concept is also interesting and fresh, I like all magical creatures in Miraculous so they are not exceptions.

But my favourite creature design is Mei Shi in his Kwami-like form. I really, really need to draw this thing.

I want to write something about the merchant of pawnshop, because I find him interesting character as well.The bad guy from the New York special was bland as hell, but Cash was really intimidating. The man obsessed with money, but very intelligent and smart. I also like his style of speaking,  I think he was more dangerous as a normal human than as an akuma villain.

I've noticed that Tikki has some sort of pinkish vision, so I wonder if Plagg sees in green. ;)

I also enjoyed the atmosphere in this. Shanghai looks beautiful and the oriental music adds more soul to it. I'm surprised how serious and brutal it was for a kid's show in few moments . I would never have expected that they would show three adults who are chasing two teens with a stick (civilian, not superheroes, there's a difference). We haven't seen of them hitting any of the girls or boys, but still. It has some dramatic moments, but they are better balanced and more subtle than in the New York special.

I'm sure I forget about something I wanted to write about, like always, but I can't see it in that moment, so I'm keeping it the way it is. This post is already way too long. ;)

[nightsjourney-into-thedreamscape]

About my Universe.

The world has changed since the fall of Wiseman. The night dimension returns to it's natural balance between dreams and nightmares. Both have no mass reign of power between them and will clash for right over the dreamer. Nightopia ------------- Nightopia has entered it's golden age of dreams. 12 doors appear in the center of the gateway between the world of dreams and the waking world. Time has began to flow and so does the voices that call out from chips. The doors 12 doors stand before you at the gate. Which door is yours? Which lucid dreamer is behind door color PINK? find out! Nightopians -------- Nightopians finally can flourish once more. The link gauge will keep these buddies from just going extinct. The link gauge is a new fangled machine expresso made It takes chips and flies about to drop them onto nightopians. The presure from wiseman has lifted stress off their life span... yet still hunted for fun. A healthy nightgarden is a happy dream. Owlets --------- - Owl: tutorial on history, dad jokes, retired, sleepy - Latte : knows about creatures. Wants you to find octopaw, Timtams, Dreambies, Blisfulies, Cloudogies, -Frappe: Loves beautiful works of nature will probably scribble it all down. -Macchiato : Documents nightmaren behavior... will help you if you get stuck. -Cappuccino : Collects dream drops, chips, and will keep them on them for storage. -Expresso: Shop keeper of your dreams. you want to will a hat into existence? what about play food, want your outfits from the past back? got it. Christmas, Halloween, valentines day? mmmhmm he's got everything for chips. he's friends with a very special someone who needs chips. Visitors and voices ------- Chips are the voices of dreamers who can only barely reach the night dimension they often chip in their opinions, questions, concepts. (Small questions, thoughts, compliments. ) Sometimes people can fade into the dimension. for very short periods of time. Everyone wants to meet them however dream dimentioners should be patient not to jump on the visitors. (Character interaction (you), Anons being silly) NiGHTS ----------- Playful creature of this dimension with a curious past... Wants to have fun and show you a good time. Desires to befriend you and see your dreams. "Wait a minute but isn't there 15 doors in th-"Lots to explore, secrets, Easter eggs and more. (shenanigan's with other universe characters just for funsies) Has a lot to think about when they're alone... Many burnt bridges. Victories and old friends. Nightmare ----------- A twisted land of fear and the unknown. Bursting with what remaining power Wiseman once absorbed for himself. Fabric and gold and jewels containing his evil essence is still scattered across nightmare ready to strengthen those with it's overwhelming power. Reala -------- Ruler of nightmare. The formal loyal second hand mare of wiseman. Has taken the reins to keep nightmare from collapsing. He needs all the mares he has to upkeep everything, In quest of rebuilding the fallen plains. He needs your ideya willingly or forcefully. He's seen plenty of marens fall to the hands of wiseman. If only his old master knew the fate of Nightmare that he left them in. Wants revenge on NiGHTS. Who knows if they'll ever see eye to eye again on things... First level nightmaren -------------------------- Jackle -------- Proud, loud, and ready to read off your fate. Now is Realas second hand nightmaren. With Realas blessing he's now 100% first level nightmaren after they collected some of wisemans residual power. He's back in buisness to cause the most obscure fear endusing dreams. Bomamba ------------- After searching the depths of nightmare. She was found insane and starving. ... You know what ever happened to her cats....? Skinny bo peep... has lost her kitties... you know at least they're still in her... ...Heart? Donbalon (Wip of new name after re-drawn) ----------- Once as curvy as puffy... now he's just torn up... she tried to sew him back together again... but the look in his eyes now is way scarier than he ever

was. I guess you could say Wiseman still has his nose.... Second level nightmarens ------------------------------ Puffy: Setting up the show behind the scenes. Claws: Beefing with Cerberus. Gotta keep those pups in check. Gilwing: wants to see you again. Gulpo: Hungry and ready for round 2. Girania: Inside sparkles like jewels... but now it's reinforced their stomach. Chamelan: Has learned a few new games. wishes he was as cool as Jackle. Queen bella: Wants to fight on a not lava covered battlefield... watch those fangs. Cerberus: Feed often. Keep nightmaren limbs away from these pups who could make nightmare extinct. Third level Nightmarens ---------------------------- Nice little nightmare. don't you bite. DON'T ALSO EAT THE NIGHTOPIANS. Pesky. carefree nightmares. They are not strong. Easily overcome by simple happy thoughts. Fun to take care of. if you want to let them bite you for food... if not nightopians work just fine... ((I always thought you could keep them alive by them attacking you..))

Selph ------- Being of uneventful nights. Where they came from is.... unknown? Or is it...? Collector of chips. obsessed with visitors... most of the time they're with you... sometimes. they'll let you visit NiGHTS. Maybe Reala. Depends on how lucid you are. They eat the stress from your normal day away. "I am the one who has you most of the dreamtime..." "When we are together there is no memory greater." "Even when you forget me... I'll be here in the clouds of sleep. " "I can only fight off awakers for so long... Perhaps they are fond of you as well." "In-between dream and nightmare, I will always hold you dear."

((... this was before I learned clicking jpg instead of png will murder any drawings quality)) Mepians ---------- Not quite a nightopian... not quite a nightmaren... They're unloved and look to you for knowledge and love. They're fond of their hero too. Awakers ---------- Little blobs that take you back your world. They're harmless. Sometimes visitors have problems with being beloved by too many awakers... They don't like NiGHTS, Reala, Or Selph. Mostly because they take them away ... so they gather in numbers... They just want to see you home safely though... but NiGHTS has a problem with them giving too much attention to certain visitors... it's just not normal for them to wake up so much. Illuvsions ----------- Have you ever had a weird dream about a crush? someone you're just intrested in... Or just even strange romantic feelings about a creature or a thing. It's probably a Illuvsion. They take forms of ones you love are sustained by your feelings. These neutral creatures appear in dreams and you could be happy with them... but finding them in a nightmare... cause major affects on ones psyche.