#jasper rowle

[adiraargent]

In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman <3

Synopsis: the Slytherin boys and the 'gentleman' things they do Warnings: None :) Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Jasper Rowle

This is Part 1 :)

Mattheo Riddle: opening doors for you

"Hey there, my love," Mattheo greeted, flashing a grin as he held the door open for you. You rolled your eyes playfully at the endearment, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.

"Always the gentleman, huh?" you teased, stepping through the door of the Slytherin common room as he held open with a light chuckle.

"Hey, gotta treat my girl right," he replied, trailing behind and falling into step beside you. He nudged you gently with his elbow, his laid-back demeanor effortlessly charming.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. His lips lingered for a moment, and you couldn't help but blush at the tenderness of the gesture. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration.

Whether they were heading to class, grabbing a bite to eat, or just strolling through the castle halls, Mattheo made it a point to hold doors open for you. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a simple act of courtesy, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness.

"You spoil me too much, you know that?" you remarked with a grin, as Mattheo held the door of his dorm for you.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can't help it. You deserve the world," he shrugged, following you inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, playfully throwing you on the bed before snuggling up next to you, holding you tightly against his chest.

Their laughter filled the air as they chatted about anything and everything, discussing everything from stupid things their friends had done recently to their favourite movies. Mattheo listened intently, his eyes lighting up as they shared their stories.

Theodore Nott: Holds your face with both hands when kissing you

"Hey," Theodore greeted softly, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline before cupping your face tenderly, drawing you into a sweet kiss. His touch was always gentle, his palms cradling your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

"Hi," you whispered against his lips, smiling as he leaned in to press another soft kiss, his touch grounding and comforting.

"Did you have a good day?" Theodore asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he held your face in his hands.

"Mmm, it was alright. Nothing compared to this though," you replied, your voice softening as he leaned in for another kiss, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still cupping your face, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "You always make everything better."

"You too," you said, feeling a surge of affection as his touch lingered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

"Can I just kiss you forever?" he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his touch never leaving your face.

"That sounds like a plan," you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, grounding you in the moment.

As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands framed your face once more, holding you gently but firmly, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Each kiss felt like a silent declaration of his love and care, his hands a constant reassurance that you were cherished.

"Promise me something," he said softly, his gaze intense as he held your face in his hands, his touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"Anything," you replied, feeling a rush of emotion at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Promise you'll never forget how much you mean to me," he whispered, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin.

"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.

Theodore smiled, his touch becoming even more gentle, as if he was memorizing every contour of your face. "I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a surge of emotion as his hands cradled your face.

Tom Riddle: Subtle things to make sure you don't get hurt

In the midst of a quiet classroom, Tom and you sat side by side, the ambiance filled with the hushed tones of a lecture. You were unconsciously fiddling with your quill as your tired eyes lingered on the teacher, doing your best to listen to whatever he was saying.

A small sigh slipt from your lips as your dropped your quill, the small object rolling under your desk. As you leaned down to retrieve your quill, Tom subtly shifted, his hand discreetly finding its place at the edge of the desk, ensuring you wouldn't hit your head upon rising.

"Thanks love," you whispered, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, noticing the faint blush that graced his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

"Wouldn't want you getting hurt," he murmured, his voice barely audible, trying to cloak his concern with an air of indifference as his eyes went back to the teacher.

"I appreciate it," you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips, acknowledging his unspoken worry.

Throughout the class, the subtle ways Tom looked out for you were apparent. Whether adjusting his posture to prevent you from bumping elbows or discreetly sliding a book closer to your reach, his actions spoke louder than his reserved words.

As the lesson progressed, you dropped a parchment, and before you could react, Tom swiftly picked it up without a word, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a hint of concern before retreating into his usual stoic demeanor.

"Thanks," you said, your voice warm with gratitude, feeling the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile before he composed himself.

"Merlin you're an idiot," he mumbled under his breath, a small smile twitching on the corner of his lips. He loved you, and he did his best to show it. To some, these may just seem like small gestures, but to you, these acts meant everything.

Blaise Zabini: Looking after you while you are sick

"Blaise, I think I'm dying," you groaned, your voice muffled by the mountain of blankets you'd buried yourself under. The room echoed with your misery, and you could practically feel Blaise's amused gaze on you.

"Quite the melodrama you've got going on there," he chuckled, entering the room with a tray in hand.

You peeked out from under the blankets, giving him a weak glare. "This is not melodrama. I'm genuinely dying. I might need to write my will."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last I checked, you're broke. And if you're going to die, at least wait until you've cleaned up the mess in the bathroom."

You shot him a scowl before returning to your cocoon of misery. "I'll have you know that this is a serious illness. I even got Pansy to get me a book from the library so I can read about my symptoms."

He set the tray on the bedside table, glancing at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "And let me guess, according to Dr. know it all, you have a rare tropical disease only found in the depths of the Amazon rainforest?"

"No, it says I have a severe case of man flu," you deadpanned, voice muffled by the blankets.

Blaise burst into laughter. "Man flu? Really?"

You shot him a glare from under the covers.

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Ok, ok. I come bearing gifts to nurse you back to health."

He lifted the tray to reveal a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Your eyes lit up, and you managed to sit up, sniffling pathetically.

"Ah, the healing powers of chicken soup," he declared dramatically, handing you the bowl.

You took it gratefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he said with a wink, settling onto the bed beside you. "Now, eat up. We can't have you wasting away on my watch."

As you sipped the soup, Blaise watched you with a soft smile. "Feeling a bit better already?"

You nodded, the warmth of the soup soothing both your throat and your mood. "Maybe I won't die today after all."

He chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "Good to know. I was planning on having a quiet night in, not attending a funeral."

You swatted him playfully, earning a smirk from Blaise. "You're lucky I'm too weak to defend myself properly."

"Consider it a mercy on my part," he teased, taking a sip of his own tea.

As the night wore on, Blaise stayed by your side, occasionally offering more soup, fetching tissues, and regaling you with stories to keep your mind off your misery.

"You're surprisingly good at this whole nurse thing," you admitted, snuggling into the blankets.

He grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, when the patient is you, it's almost enjoyable."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. "I must be really sick for you to admit that."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe you're just bringing out my softer side."

You sighed dramatically. "I never signed up for a softer Blaise Zabini."

"Too late now," he replied with a smirk, holding you a little tighter. "You're stuck with me, even if I have to nurse you back to health every now and then."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the care and comfort he provided. "I suppose I can live with that."

And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in blankets and the warmth of Blaise's presence, you couldn't help but feel that maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, especially when you had someone like him to take care of you.

(This is my favourite for sure)

Jasper Rowle: Doing your shoelaces

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow into the room as you and Jasper sat comfortably on a bench in Hogsmede just of to the side of Zonko's, enjoying a leisurely stroll that had turned into a serene moment of shared silence.

"Oops," you pouted, looking down at your untied shoelaces, a small sigh falling from your lips as you went to go and tie your laces.

"I've got it darlin'," Jasper said with a gentle smile, bending down on one knee before her.

"Jasper, you really don't have to," you protested, a faint blush gracing your cheeks at the unexpected gesture.

He shook his head with a grin, his fingers deftly working on your shoelaces. "I've got it, can't have my girl tripping on her own shoelaces, can I?"

You chuckled softly, unable to hide your affectionate smile as you watched him tie the laces with care. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

He glanced up at her with a warm smile. "'Just don't want you getting hurt."

As he finished, he ran his thumb over your knee softly a few times before standing up and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your heart to flutter. The simple act filled you with warmth and adoration.

"Thank you," you murmured, touched by his gesture.

"Anytime, my love."

Their fingers intertwined as they resumed their stroll through Hogsmede, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of baked goods, more than likely from a stall near by. The world seemed to slow down around them as they walked hand in hand, enjoying each other's company.

Hi all! This is my first post, hope you enjoyed it :) I take requests for many different fandoms and characters <3

[tiredofthehumanlife]

I leave for five minutes and all of a sudden there’s a new character

[jasper-pagan-witch]

Got accused of misogyny for... *checks notes* making a post about how I don't want people who support a bigot or the bigot's most well-known book series to follow me. TERFs really are a special breed of stupid, aren't they?

[my5unday]

Helloo everypet 💜 today me, @octonauter and one of our friends (who i dont think has tumblr) worked on the second chapter of that evil vinnil angst fanfic from a while ago err have fun reading 😭

(ALSO PLSS TELL ME YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THE JK ROWLING BLACK MOLD THEORY 😭😭)

It was the coldest day of the summer but the most humid, tere was a negative and uncomfortable energy that clung to the air of the petshopt. It was awfully quiet.. Apart from Sunils WICKED giggles. The other pets were huddled around the campfire singing the campfire song. “C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG” they chanted in unison. Sunil was in a secluded corner of the day camp, scheming up an evil plan. He felt that Vinnie had disrespected him immensely by launching him into the ocean then giving him cpr in front of Youngmee, Sue, Jasper.. YOU GET IT. To get back at him, Sunil had the grandiose idea to grow black mold in the petshop and give Vinnie black mold poisoning, because he is deathly allergic to it [most people are.. I think.. But hes worse]. Sunil used his magic to create black mold spores on the corner of the day camp he stood in front of. He then used his magic even more to speed up the spread of the black mold. He let out a wicked laugh, excited to get his revenge on that green goblin.

Speaking on thr vinnie, no one had seen him in two days. He hadnt showed up to the day camp at all. All the pets just assumed that vinnie had just stayed home. He heard coughing from the other side of the room, volient and deadly, sickening and heartstopping. He turned around, pennlyling collasped on the floor, clutching her stomach. The animation meme black goo poured from her mouth. The pets payed no mind to this and continued singing the camp fire song because it was more important than penyling not succumbing [cucumbing[cucumber] to a slow and painful death [C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁]. She was expenspensible in the senseless world. A baby panda like her was all too rare in the cat and dog world. Sunil rushed to Penny lings side, dousing the fire so the pets would shut the up for once. They all groaned in annoyance. Despite gaining this illness less than ten seconds ago she was dawned with the heroin chique, her facial struture bolden and cheeks caved in gibing her that sickly starving model look. “Oh my John Eclipse penny ling! What in dogs name happened to you?” Zoe asked, appalled and honestly disgusted. Pennyling tried to respond but only coughed violently in response. She became delirious and suddenly got the urge to write on-twitter…

“Fetch me my cellular, heathen!” Pennyling shouted like a queen, and Zoey quickly did as she was told, believing this request to be her dying wish. She snatched the cellular from Zoey and began writing her first tweet on her account “PLMofficial” [Penny Ling Moulding]. Her first tweet read “The mold would NEVER bless trans people #moldingout #themoldsaves #jesusmolds #moldlovesmeyesIknow” The mold had turned Penny Ling PROBLEMATIC!! Zoey starts to feel weird as the mold starts to corrupt her brain 2. The animation meme black goo pooled at the corner of her mouth as she became chronically online. Zoey snatched the phone off Pennyling and read her tweet. “Wait.. IM TRANS! IM TRANS AND SHES SAYING THIS ABOUT ME” Zoey yelled in her mind. Chronically online rage consumed her.. “I… I HAVE TO RATIO PENNY LING!”

SHe typed furiously on her own phone and  whipped up a horrible comment that we don[t get paid enough to show and PLMofficial Was so offended she spiraled into depression within 10 seconds and  typeda undercover compliment comment to self medicate her self.

¨fr¨ the comment read, and penny smiled to herself.¨ Inally, someone cares…………..”she said, but she realizwd she forgot to switch accounts! Üh oh wrong account she posted and became mad at ZOey for tricking her [she didn really but pennyling was delusional] And a fight started brewing!

***

Blythe meanwhile was in her room, eyes red from being awake for the past 3 days. She had a twisted smile on her face, one of pure insanity. Huddled underneath her blanket she clung onto her phone which was scorching hot from over using it, the extreme heat burning off her fingerprints. She was playing dressed to impressed, desprate for the role of top model, refusing to eat or sleep until she achieved her goal. Everyone was worried about her, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the kigs’ horses and all the king's men havent seen her since this addiction started. Mr baxter decided enough was enough and forcibly burst down her dor with a machine gun. Instantly exploding into pecices “blythey, this HAS to stop!” he cried “DAD not now! Im playing roblox.” he unplugged her phone wich had been running on -1 percent and she let out a shrill shreik. He slung her over his shoulder and marched out the door. “Your going to rehab!”

at the pet shop, all the pets starting to place bets on whod survive the fightn when all of a sudden… “GUYS! COME OVER HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!” Russel shouted. Everyone ran over to see Blythe being forcibly pushed into the back of a cop car!? “RELEASE ME I WANT MORE MORE” Blythe screamed as the cops finally managed to shove her in and lock the car door behind her. As they drove off, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousin and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men stood there in shock when a somber voice broke the silence. A group of government official looking peeple walken up to the crowd. “We’re sorry, everyone,” they said, “but vinnie’s body has been found.”

Blythey sat in a room of the rehab facility, sitting on one of those loungey chairs at therapy. Her rehab guy began asking her questions. “So, Blythe, tell me when this addiction first started.” Blythe looked at the rehab guy with an ellie and mason LOOK 💜 “Four days ago.. A uh… talking lizard introduced me to the game” Rehab guy gave Blythe a confused look. “A talking lizard showed you dress to impre-?” “YES! 😁😁😁🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😜😉😉😜😜omg😜😜😜😜😜😉🤯💅💅💅💅” she replied, instantly excited over the mention of the game by name. Rehab guy began writing notes in >*~-THE BOOK OF NOTES-~*<. “Blythe, you have a serious addiction to roblox games, in order to get you under control….” The words seemed to blur out after that in her mind. Her fingers began pointing to the assortment of clothes around the rehab room. “Blythe.. Blythe.. BLYTHE!!!” rehab guy yelled, finally catching her attention. “What are you doing??” he asked, to which Blythe replied, “Dressing💅up..” Blythe addiction had worsened to the point she thought the real world had turned into Dress to Impress, perchance a side effect of her withdrawal. She had to be strapped down to a stretcher as she began to lash out when the game was taken from her and she halucinated themse before her “NO! NO ! A FUR COMBO! I WONT LOOSE TO A FUR COMBO!” she screeched. And was locked away in a paddedroom.

[theenemyod]

Reasons Magisterium is better than harry potter (in my opinion):

1. Actually seems to acknowledge that these are children, not irredeemable monsters. Draco shouldn't have been hated for the entire series because of something he learned and repeated from his father when he was eleven. Maybe he was a bitch, but he was a child. I think if Call or Jasper were in hogwarts they'd be hated.

2. The teacher who borderline tortured his students isn't redeemed because he had a crush on a girl when he was a teenager.

3. More interesting villains, with far more interesting backstories. Like, even though there is a reason, Voldemort was just born evil, and I don't think it's ever said why he hates muggle borns specifically. It doesn't make sense. Meanwhile in Magisterium there's at least some hint of a backstory for every villain, even Master Joseph, who I think was fucked up slightly being Maugris's apprentice.

4. Sort of more realistic defeating villains. MC isn't somehow not hurt at all after defeating the villain with a single spell. Even after the main villain/bad guy/antagonist dies, it's not fully over. They still have some supporters and what's left of their army, for hp it would be the death eaters, which I think are mentioned in one line and that's it after Voldemort is defeated. In magisterium,after The Enemy 'dies' there's Master Joseph, after Master Joseph dies there's still Alex, after Alex dies there's still the chaos ridden, then Alex fucking comes back.

5. The all powerful villain isn't defeated by a literal baby. I can see the logic in how Constantine was "killed" by Sarah's knives, she was his old friend so he probably didn't think she would actually kill him, and he would've been exhausted by the continuous use of magic. With Voldemort being killed by baby harry, how? I know "a mother's love" and whatever but seriously? And if it was that why has never been looked into before? Does a father's love also work? A non binary parents love? A grandparents love? Does it only work on babies? Why has it not happened until then? What is even going on?

6. Not written by a transphobe.

I think hp is okay but at least a little bit overrated to be honest. And fuck jk Rowling.

[poppletonink]

Hermione Granger: An Inspired Reading Recommendations List

Matilda by Roald Dahl

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J.K. Rowling

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari

Macbeth by William Shakespeare

The Crucible by Arthur Miller

Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky

The Tales Of Beedle The Bard by J.K. Rowling

A Short History Of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

The Book Thief by Markus Susak

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde

Anne Of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman

The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett

[jasper-book-stash]

February 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I finished off my reading challenge with time to spare! So let's talk about the books I've read this month. I'm making this up before the end of the month, because I don't foresee myself finishing up my current book in the next few days.

Religious Text

None applicable.

1/10 - Why Did They Publish This?

A Book of Pagan Prayer | Ceisiwr Serith

This book sucked ass. Fucking Robert Graves in the bibliography, treating any "non-Abrahamic" (meaning not Christian, Catholic, or Jewish in this context) as Pagan-with-a-capital-P, a baffling usage of Zoroastrianism, using "Indian" instead of "Indigenous"/"Native American", misusing "shaman", the baffling choice to have a prayer that you need to use to prepare yourself to pray, sloppy editing, self-contradiction without realizing the author did that, and, dare I say, an overly-Wiccan syncretic approach.

I genuinely have no idea how it got published.

Hands-On Chaos Magic: Reality Manipulation through the Ovayki Current | Andrieh Vitimus

I damn near threw this one across the room within the first nine pages. Why are you citing a WHITE WOMAN when talking about hoodoo? Why is J K Rowling's Harry Potter book in the bibliography? Why does the bibliography suck overall?

2/10 - Trash

None applicable.

3/10 - Meh

None applicable.

4 to 6/10 - Mid-Tier

Witchcraft For Everyone: A No-Nonstense Guide to Creating Your Own Magical Practice | Sam Wise

I wrote my thoughts on this one in a separate post.

7 to 8/10 - Good With Caveats

From Sanctity to Sorcery: An Author’s Guide to Building Belief Structures and Magic Systems | Angeline Trevena

This is a perfectly passable book talking about religion and magic systems. But I still prefer Timothy Hickson's "On Writing and Worldbuilding" books and YouTube series (under the YouTuber name Hello Future Me).

Zendikar: In The Teeth Of Akoum | Robert Wintermute [reading challenge]

I'll admit, this one was a dredge to get through. I much prefer the short-and-sweet version of the story found through the WOTC website (or, even better, MTGLore.com). But hey, Nissa at least gets time to shine! She deserves something nice.

Memories & Memoirs: Essays, Poems, Stories, Letters by Contemporary Missouri Authors | Sharon Kinney-Hanson

This wasn't for a reading challenge, but rather, it was my book club book for this month (our theme was "biography"). I chose memoirs instead of an actual biography because I genuinely don't care about a lot of people who have biographies written about them.

But there was something...nice about this. It was nice, reading stuff by people like you in the place you live (admittedly 24 years ago). It's an experience I don't often get - not a lot of people set their stories in Missouri, and even less are from Missouri themselves. The best we usually get is traveling characters stopping to appreciate the St Louis Arch. So it was nice to be...seen.

Diadem: Worlds of Magic: Book of Names | John Peel [reading challenge]

This book has been on my TBR list for ten years, and I've finally read it. And it's pretty good! You can definitely tell that it's made for a particularly young audience (probably preteen at most, as the main protagonists are 12-ish) and is a product of its time (the mid-1990s). Baby (cough, preteen) Jasper would have gone hogwild over this, if they had bothered actually reading it when they got it. But to Current Jasper, it doesn't hit how they would have liked.

9/10 - Very Very Good

Snow White with the Red Hair, volumes 13-20 | Sorata Akiduki

Volumes 13 to 19 were 9/10, and volume 20 hit 10/10, but I'll just bundle them all together here. Snow White with the Red Hair is an ongoing manga series about a romance in a fantasy world (though notably, one that doesn't seem to actually have magic, merely fantastical creatures and plants). The main romance is a woman on the run from her home kingdom after her prince became obsessed with her due to her red hair, and the second prince of the neighboring kingdom, though neither really know each other when they meet. At this point in the story, they're fairly dedicated to seeing each other despite the woman working hard to be a proper royal herbalist (following her dreams) and the prince dealing with the politics of his older brother (who recently became king) and his land along with a dedicated loyalty to the woman.

It's surprisingly sappy and adorable, despite the fact that I don't typically read romance. These two characters and their friends have wormed their way into my heart.

Hide | Kiersten White [reading challenge]

Kiersten White is an author I recently started reading, and I absolutely adore her writing. In Hide, she captures the exact feeling of being a broke queer person in a conservative small-town and the danger that comes with it. Along with a more supernatural danger.

Can't Spell Treason Without Tea | Rebecca Thorne [reading challenge]

This is a damn fine story with damn fine characters, a loving and already-established relationship (where there's no "will they break up" drama), and a fascinating set of magic systems. My only real complaint here is that the stakes are much higher than what I expected from something marketed as "cozy fantasy". The settings and vibes often were more cozy, but there were higher stakes than what I expected, what with the dragons and the queen and- Well, it was a good book. It was inspired by Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree, but don't expect the two to be the same.

10/10 - Unironically Recommend To Everyone

Well, everyone who's into the genre these fall under, at least.

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe | John Boswell

This is an incredibly in-depth look at exactly what it says it is - same-sex unions in premodern Europe (stretching back to ancient Greece and Rome) with comparisons to opposite-sex unions of the times. If you're interested in one or both sides of those, pick it up. Just be ready for the long haul; this book is 464 pages long and has multiple appendices.

[carewyncromwell]

“I’ve always been a smart girl... Always made the grade -- always got the gold star -- I’ve always been a smart girl, But ‘smart girl’ only gets a girl so far... You win at every single game... You want a quest -- they tell you, ‘tough!’ If you don't go, you'll never know If you’ll ever be good enough...”

~“My Grand Plan” from The Lightning Thief (musical)

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Hey all! I thought I’d go ahead and draw up a proper concept for my HPMA girl Anastasia “Ana” Read, since quite frankly I never envisioned her as skinny, short, or talkative as MC in the game is. The lack of body diversity in the MC’s models in particular, or even among MC’s friends, is actually one of my biggest hang-ups with all of the recent Hogwarts games...as much as I understand up to a point thinking it’d be difficult to program a lot of different outfits or animations for different size models, it’s still a little sad to me how the player character is always programmed to be skinny, and in Magic Awakened in particular, that favoring of skinny character designs is only accented all the more thanks to the quasi-Tim-Burton-esque animation style, which favors toothpick-thin necks and limbs. It’s one of the few aspects of poor representation in Rowling’s original books that I would argue these recent games haven’t tried as hard to address -- we’ve seen attempts at more LGBT+ representation, as well as more positive representation for different cultural backgrounds and disabilities (especially in Hogwarts Mystery), but not as much in regards to rounder body types. And I guess for me, being raised by a woman who struggled with her weight her entire life, that’s a little sad. Regardless, it was nice to draw Ana again after such a long time, particularly using the original game’s model as a kick-off point!

If you’d like to learn more about my “Strong But Silent,” daydreamer, Sailor-Moon-loving girl Ana, here’s a masterpost of links to get you started!! Enclosed under the cut is the original unedited sketch, embellished with some extra messy chibi doodles of Ana I did on the same page, in case you’re interested!

Ana’s Moodboard

Ana’s Intro Post and Model Sheet

Ana’s Playlist

Meet Ana’s awesome step-dad, Bradley!

See Ana’s dynamic with her stepdad and stepbrothers!

Bradley’s Moodboard

Preston’s Moodboard

Jasper’s Moodboard

Why Bradley is the best dad ever

The first doodle is kind of based on that first pair of duels with the Frey twins and Cassandra Vole in the game. As I discussed with my friend @dat-silvers-girl​, I see Ana being suuuuper quiet the entire time, to the point that everyone thinks she’s really shy or nervous, until she -- seemingly out of nowhere -- uses Wingardium Leviosa to levitate poor Colby a good five feet off the ground and then abruptly drop him, effectively putting an end to the duel before it even got started. (As it turned out, Ana was really inspired by Flitwick’s story about Ron Weasley using the spell on that mountain troll to protect his friends and worked super hard to master the spell herself, with the thought that maybe she could do something that cool someday. It ends up becoming one of Ana’s favorite spells to duel with, though she usually uses it to levitate herself over her opponents to give herself the literal “high ground.”) Ana accepted Cassandra’s invitation to the Dueling Club, as well as challenges Cassandra on the dueling field several more times over the years, out of her strong sense of honor, which is funnily enough rather akin a knight’s -- Ana will never back down from a challenge, and if her loved ones or her view of common decency have been insulted, she will absolutely ask to “take it outside” and fight the dispute out on the dueling field, rather than insult the person back, ignore them, or actively lose her temper and attack them straight out. 

The second doodle is Ana in class, a good chunk of the time. Ana isn’t actually that shy, nor is she stuck-up, but she’s much better at writing eloquent essays than coming up with witty phrases or sassy one-liners on a whim. And because of how incredibly sensitive she secretly is (and the bullying she experienced for both her magic and her weight), she’s actually kind of hard to get to know, preferring the company of her fiction books to lots of people. She’s honestly a true “Belle” type, if one thinks of Beauty and the Beast, despite being in the house of Lions.

The last doodle is of Ana with Daniel Page, because, amazingly, these two are on the exact same wave length when it comes to the Statute of Secrecy, though for very different reasons! Ana’s stepfather, Bradley Pinkstone, is a pro-Muggle and Squib rights activist who passionately believes that the Wizarding World should find a way to work alongside the Muggle World, to the extent that the Statute of Secrecy isn’t necessary -- he and his sons even work in a theater alongside Muggles everyday, embracing Muggle technology just as much as they do magic! With Ana being Muggle-born herself, she’s likewise very supportive of the thought that if the two worlds knew more about each other, other little magical kids wouldn’t have to grow up feeling like freaks and outcasts the way she did. That doesn’t mean that Ana would ultimately agree with NOTME’s tactics, though -- she thinks there’s a very big difference between protesting against an unjust law and causing abject terror and chaos. (I personally see Daniel as more of a Ravenclaw/Slytherin type than a Gryffindor type myself, but that’s just my headcanon.)

[69constellationsinatrenchcoat]

Welcome to 69 Otters in a Trenchcoat.. better known as the Constellation Collective

Alter Intros

Ash (they/them):🌿

Amber (she/they): 🔥

Kyle (he/him): 💜

Lillia (she/her):🪻

Kaden (he/they): 🐚

Wild (they/he/she):🗡️

Our system is studying to become a psychologist. We're formally diagnosed with ADHD, ASD, PSTD and DID, along with endometriosis (very likely adenomyosis) chronic pain, chronic fatigue, hEDS and POTS

What to expect

A lot of dissociative experiences posting; fun things and not, trigger warnings will be used where applicable

Writing and musings

Philosophy

Bookish things (including fan fiction), fandoms below

Half polished thoughts (and sometimes not even that)

Disabilities

Psychology content

Enneagram & MBTI

Poetry

A unhinged amount of s3x jokes, dunno, depends on who's posting. **nsfw content will be tagged mature.

Art

Disney & cartoons

If that sounds like a piece of you, feel free to hang around <3

Notes (DNI)

"Endogenic systems" aren't supported here, however we are open to questioning systems :) Psychologically, systems cannot be formed without trauma. If you are experiencing amnesia, identity confusion etc, it is best to speak with a psychologist or another mental health professional.

Systems under 15, unless diagnosed, please don't interact... Look, this is an odd one, but your personality doesn't finish developing until you're in your mid 20s. I don't want to be the reason some preteen gets dragged into labelling what's perfectly normal development as DID/OSDD.

Homophobia, transphobia, hate speech etc, on our blog will be cause for an instant block.

"Transautistics" (autistic trans people are welcome, I am referring to the b-llshit that is transitioning from allistic to autistic; I am not wasting my breath explaining why that is impossible).

For our piece of mind: under 16s, please do not follow.

Fandoms

'Fandom' is being used as a very loose term, some of these don't have active fan bases.

Shows and Movies (including some book adaptations)

Anne with an E

Arcane: League of Legends

Blues Clues

Bluey

Disney & Pixar

Divergent

Heartstopper

Inside Out

Monsters Inc

Narnia

Percy Jackson

Spongebob

The Hunger Games

The Owl House

Veggietales

Books (an incredibly small selection of our favs)

Alice Oseman: Heartstopper series & surrounding universe

Ana Huang: Twisted series

CS Lewis: The Chronicles of Narnia Series

Erin Hunter: Warrior Cats Series

Francesca Zappia: Eliza and her Monsters

George Orwell: Nineteen Eighty-Four

Jacqueline Wilson: Baby Love & Love Frankie

Jasper Fforde: Shades of Grey series (Shades of Grey & Red Side Story)

Laura Greenwood: Apprentice of Anubis series

Lucy Maud Montgomery: Anne of Green Gables series

Michael Morpurgo: Kaspar the Prince of Cats/Kaspar the Titanic Cat

Rick Riordan: Kane Chronicles Series & Percy Jackson

Roald Dahl: everything he has ever written

She-who-must-not-be-named: Harry Potter (we do not support J. K. Rowling's views on transgender rights)

Suzanne Collins: The Hunger Games series

Veronica Roth: Divergent Series

Yasmin Rahman: All The Things We Never Said

Video Games

The Legend of Zelda (botw & totk mostly)

Minecraft

Pokémon

Cattails & Cattails; Wildwood Story

Disney Dreamlight Valley

MCTY: HermitCraft

Musios

AViVA

Beth Crowley

Chxlortte

Icon for Hire

Nathan Wagner

Taylor Swift

UNSECRET

[dhr-ao3]

A Gentle Dawn of Hearts

A Gentle Dawn of Hearts https://ift.tt/MmAG863 by smallandquiet Hermione felt a sense of resignation wash over her as they sat her down and delivered the news of her imminent departure overseas. It wasn’t entirely unexpected; she had contemplated it herself, along with other scenarios. However, none of those scenarios had Draco Malfoy in them. Words: 706, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Jacob Black Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Partners to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Developing Relationship, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Forks High School (Twilight), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Protective Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/FnAK9yr May 17, 2024 at 07:13AM

[adiraargent]

You drew stars around my scars - Slytherin Boys

summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: mentions of scars (not specified what from), swearing, smoking includes: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Jasper Rowle, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle - I will do a part 2 with other characters if anybody wants one :) wc: 2373 Part 2

Theodore Nott - Cardigan

Theodore Nott sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender as he studied the scars that adorned your skin. You could feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns along the lines of your past, his touch feather-light as he navigated the landscape of your history.

As you looked up at him, a warmth swelled in your chest, but you couldn't help but worry. Worry that he was just use you, use you like others had done in the past. Tossing you away when they were done with you.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

"Thank's for sticking around Theo," you murmerd softly, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink tone.

He looked up at you then, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "You are my favorite person in this shitty world," he murmured, his voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the wind, despite the crude words. "Every scar, every imperfection, only serves to make you more beautiful in my eyes."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, calming the storm of insecurities that raged within your soul. With Theodore by your side, you felt safe, protected from the harsh judgments of the world by the warmth of his love.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

People had always judged you for something, it was a judgemental world that you lived in. Maybe someone judged you for your skin, or your scars... or maybe just the way that you wore your hair. Maybe it was your weight or your height. Nobody was perfect... thought Theodore Nott would beg to differ, in his eyes you were the embodiment of perfection.

And of course, people judged you for being with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy with a troubled past. One that liked to smoke and drink, that liked to get into fights and argue with teachers and students alike. But you were in love. 'Love?' they'd ask you and laugh. 'You're so young, what the hell would you know about love?'

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Theodore's fingers stilled against your skin, his eyes searching yours with a depth of understanding that left you breathless. "I may not have all the answers," he said softly, "but I promise to stand by your side through every uncertainty, to hold you close and chase away the shadows of doubt that threaten to consume you."

And as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against each scar, his lips a tender caress against your skin, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm embrace. With Theodore, you knew that you were never alone, that no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart.

For in his touch, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. And as he traced stars around your scars with his fingers, you knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of his love would guide you safely home.

Okay but i'm really happy with this icl

Mattheo Riddle - Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the darkened landscape, you quietly snuck out of your shared home , your heart heavy with doubt and fear. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you clutched your suitcase tightly, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a heavy burden.

You had always struggled with trust issues and abandonment fears, scars from a childhood marred by betrayal and heartache. And now, faced with the prospect of being completely in love with a boy who had been nothing but good to you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

Mattheo Riddle, that cocky, short-tempered Slytherin, had become the center of your world, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume you. You got together in your second last year of school and were still together now a year after graduating. And yet, the thought of allowing yourself to fall completely and unconditionally in love with him terrified you to your core. You loved him, you knew that you did... but did love really exist? Falling in love was dangerous, it was setting yourself up to get your heart broken.

"I'll never leave you alone," his voice echoed in your mind, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You had been sitting at the Black lake, the two of you had been together for 3 months and it was the first time you had told each other 'I love you'

But as much as you longed to believe his words, the scars of your past lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured. Even after all this time, you still had doubts. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you made the decision to leave, to distance yourself from the one person who had come to mean everything to you.

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known

Bracing yourself for the goodbye, you took a hesitant step forward, the weight of your suitcase dragging behind you like an anchor. But before you could take another step, a voice called out to you from behind, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Turning around, you saw Mattheo running towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll never leave you alone, I promise."

And in that moment, as he took you in his arms and held you close, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. For in Mattheo's embrace, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

"I promise I will do everything to prove I am nothing like he was," he whispered against your ear, his words a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

And as you looked into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love worth fighting for, a love that would stand the test of time.

Jasper Rowle

As you and Jasper Rwle walked hand in hand through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of contentment settled over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. His hand in yours felt like home, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you. You felt so safe with him, the way he softly rubbed your hand with his thumb sent warmth through your body, the heat being a stark contrast to the snow falling around you

"Can I go where you go?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur as you gazed up at him with adoration shining in your eyes. You didn't mean to say it out loud. But you just wanted to be with him as much as possible, the way you felt when you were around him was unlike anything you had felt before.

You felt alive, wanted... loved.

Jasper's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "Forever and ever," he replied, his voice a soft melody in the air. "You and me, always."

And as you walked together, lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore.

Take me out, and take me home

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, "c'mon, lets get to the three broomsticks then I'll take you back, its not good for you to be out in the snow for too long, I don't want you to get sick.

You're my, my, my, my Lover.

"Okay my love," you replied with a smile, letting him pull you along in the direction of the pub.

Jasper's grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid to let go, as though afraid that this perfect moment would slip through his fingers like grains of sand. "You're so gorgous," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "i adore you."

And as you walked together, lost in the maze of streets and alleys, you knew that no matter where life may take you, you would always find your way back to each other.

Draco Malfoy - getaway car

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor as Draco Malfoy and you sat together on his expensive broomstick. It was a moment suspended in time, a brief respite from the chaos and turmoil of the world outside.

As you gazed out at the rolling hills before you, Draco's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But beneath the facade of tranquility, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a shadow.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You knew Draco was a death eater now, knew he had done bad things and helped bad people but you couldn't bring yourself to leave him. You loved him, and whenever you thought about the bad things he had done, your heart was quick to remind you of all the good times you had together.

All the late night talks, the joking around, the kissing and holding... everything.

But as the miles stretched out before you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

You fought to held back tears, the two of you were now on the run and now because of him, you were leaving all your friends and family behind. You were a traitor now and it was all his fault.

Draco's grip tightened around the broom handle, his gaze distant as he stared out at the sky ahead. "I knew it from the start," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We were cursed."

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

You new the order would be after you soon, they knew what Draco had done. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your head into his back as you held onto him, scared of falling.

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

And as you flew on into the night, the sirens in the beat of your heart seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the consequences of your actions. You should have known that you'd never leave, that the promise of freedom would come at a steep price, one that you weren't willing to pay if it meant leaving Draco.

So still, you clung to each other, two lost souls adrift in a sea of chaos and uncertainty. For in each other's arms, you found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

And as the stars twinkled overhead and the world blurred past, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you'd never leave him

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh)

Tom Riddle - right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

Under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, you found yourself seated alone at a corner table, the memories of your past love weighing heavily on your heart. Friends had come and gone, relationships had blossomed and withered away, but you remained rooted in the past, unable to move forward.

Your eyes kept flicking up to the empty chair in front of you, your plate of food going cold as it sat in front of you completely untouched. The workers looked over, eyes filling with sympathy and sadness at the all-familiar face they had seen too many times, brief flashes of the happy couple that had once sat there.

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the echoes of the past danced around you like ghosts in the night. You remembered the first time you had met, the way his smile had lit up the room and warmed your heart. But now, all that remained were distant memories, fragments of a love that had once been.

You couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted the choices he had made. Did he know that you were still waiting for him, still hoping for a second chance at love? Or had he moved on, leaving you behind like a forgotten relic of the past?

Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

The restaurant buzzed with life around you, the sounds of laughter and conversation blending together in a cacophony of noise. But amidst the chaos, you felt alone, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of strangers.

And as you sat there, watching the world pass you by, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You longed for the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his presence, but you knew deep down that he was gone, lost to you forever.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

Yet, despite the ache in your heart and the tears in your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You were stuck in the past, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward without him by your side.

But as the night wore on and the restaurant began to empty out, you knew that you couldn't stay there forever. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to find happiness within yourself and move on from the love that had once consumed you.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you rose from your seat and made your way towards the door. And as you stepped out into the cool night air, you made a silent vow to yourself to never look back, to keep moving forward no matter how difficult the journey may be.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

But it was a vow you knew you'd break just for him.

written by @adiraargent

Please do not steal or post anywhere else <3

Requests are open!!!

Bye for now

[ao3feed-snape]

Stuck in a yandere web

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mEBh1xc

by archread

Harry Potter. He was a the perfect boy. With look, personality and smarts. But behind all that he hides scars. Scars that were caused by his own family. Day and night they would abuse but even so he hasn't given up hope. So on each birthday he wishes for this nightmare to end. But as time goes on his hope dies. Until one night on his 13 birthday when everything changes and comes save him. And brought him to a magical world full of magic. But you know what they say "In every light there is darkness." And now he is stuck in a web of people who had fallen in love with him. In a obsessive and possessive way. 

Words: 683, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Twilight Series - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Amos Diggory, Severus Snape, Rubeus Hagrid, Minerva McGonagall, Dobby (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Cho Chang, Petunia Evans Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Jacob Black, Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Charlie Swan, Billy Black, Sarah Black (Twilight), Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Mostly everyone

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley, Harry Potter/George Weasley, Harry Potter/Bill Weasley, Harry Potter/Oliver Wood, Viktor Krum/Harry Potter, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Edward Cullen/Harry Potter, Jacob Black/Harry Potter, Jasper Hale/Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Everyone & Everyone

Additional Tags: Yandere, Stalking, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Killing, Sexual Harassment, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Cedric and Edward are brothers, The story will explain not me, I'm new and bad at tagging

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mEBh1xc

[jasper-pagan-witch]

No One Asked For It But I'm Doing It Anyway: A Pop Culture Magic/Paganism Server By Jasper

That's right folks, I bit the bullet and decided to design my own pop culture magic and paganism server from the ground up. It's still in the building phase, but I figured I'd let y'all know now that it's coming.

Features include:

PluralKit for systems!

A very lowkey approach and pretty subtle detailing, for the most part, to make it closet-mage/pagan-friendly!

Open to minors! Just don't tell us your age - in fact, maintain as much privacy as possible, regardless of your age! All we really wanna know is what to call you! Make up a new name! Try out pronouns!

A deeply unhinged server owner (me!) and a pretty good mod and admin team!

Skyrim memes as one of the first things you see in the server!

Forum channels because I can't be arsed to make new channels for every piece of media in existence!

My weird friends - who can be your weird friends too!

A verification system that forces you to look the Skyrim memes in the eye!

Please send me an ask or a DM for the invite link, as Discord has now locked invite links to last 30 days or less.

And, uh...needless to say, Harry Potter folks, this ain't the place for you. We love our trans friends, Jewish friends, friends of color, and autistic friends a lot more than your "nostalgia" and JK Rowling's entire list of being terrible. Yes, this includes the blood libel game.

[pisoprano]

Thanks, @kasienda for tagging me!

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Just three. (Okay technically there are five other 'fics' that I posted on Ao3 that are all privated now, but they're just early versions of chapters I had in a couple of my Fanfiction.net fics that I posted on Ao3 first for meta reasons).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

35,050 on Ao3, but on Fanfiction.net there's another 132,182.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'm just doing Miraculous Ladybug.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

She's the Peacock (350)

Runaway Catwalker (259)

The People You Call Home (167)

And the two early Chapter 3s of the privated fic-chapters have a tie with 2 kudos each.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

When I was posting on Fanfiction.net, I usually didn't unless I was answering a direct question. On Ao3, I'm trying to be better at it--though I don't always reply to every comment and sometimes things fall through the cracks, I try to reply to everyone who's left at least one substantial comment. Eventually. Probably.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Either RLatCE (which is deliberately unsatisfying for meta reasons), or She's the Peacock (which is open-ended in it's angstiness).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As the only other fic I've properly finished right now, it's GWatCE, though it certainly has a bittersweetness to it so YMMV on "happy". Once I finish The People You Call Home, it'll definitely take that the spot, that fic is 97% pure sugar candy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have an extremely low tolerance for reading sex scenes (even an intense kissing scene can be too much sometimes), so no, I'm probably not going to write smut anytime soon. You'll maybe get an oblique reference to sex happening somewhere offscreen at best.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

How are we defining 'crossover' here? I did end up stealing the basic concept of the Well of Lost Plots from Jasper Fforde for RLatCE/SLatCE, but it only superficially resembles how Fforde uses that setting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Does it count that someone once added my fic to Goodreads? Because that did happen (Goodreads was very nice about taking the page down when I asked them to).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

The closest I've come to this is clowning on in the replies of a tumblr post (it's much easier to go "Surprise! I have added to your thing!" than it is to ask someone if they want to work together to write something, like how do people even do that without exterior constraints putting you together??).

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Love Square. All sides are good because it's all the same two people at the end of the day and they are made for each other.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

At this point, SLEatCE is dangerously close to being dead. I was already having a hard time writing the thing to the point where I told myself that I'd start posting again once I finished writing it, and then Rowling's attitudes and actions started becoming more apparent and it feels like that continuing this fic would be a tacit endorsement of her political beliefs... A part of me wants to at least post all the stuff I have written, but (besides the fact that I've got other WIPs holding my attention for the foreseeable future) I should at least write one more scene that acknowledges my complicated feelings on finishing SLEatCE in any capacity--the fic certainly is meta enough to warrant it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Probably dialog. Practically all my scenes are written with the dialog first, so it's the thing I practice most often.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. Things like grounding details and nonverbal subtext are things I don't remember to do very often--and when I do, it tends to be fairly basic when compared to the lusciousness of other authors' prose.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would only consider writing non-English dialogue if I knew exactly what the words meant--and seeing as my best non-English language is still pretty much garbage, that means I'd most likely be quoting a famous and/or common phrase, which seems a bit weird to include as a random part of a character's dialog. So it's unlikely to happen unless I've got a specific reason.

As for reading fics with foreign dialogue, I don't mind, I just hope the translation is provided and that the writer knows enough about the language and its culture to get the foreign language passages right (machine translation may be pretty good nowadays for giving you the gist of things you don't understand in a pinch, but it's not a substitute for creating natural language).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Pretty much all of them have been my favorite at some point, but at the moment, it's probably Runaway Catwalker.

[odnagnisul]

100 livres à avoir lu dans sa vie (entre autres):

1984, George Orwell ✅

A la croisée des mondes, Philip Pullman

Agnès Grey, Agnès Bronte ✅

Alice au Pays des merveilles, Lewis Carroll ✅

Angélique marquise des anges, Anne Golon

Anna Karenine, Léon Tolstoï

A Rebours, Joris-Karl Huysmans

Au bonheur des dames, Émile Zola

Avec vue sur l'Arno, E.M Forster

Autant en emporte le vent, Margaret Mitchell

Barry Lyndon, William Makepeace Thackeray

Belle du Seigneur, Albert Cohen

Blonde, Joyce Carol Oates

Bonjour tristesse, Françoise Sagan ✅

Cent ans de solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Charlie et la chocolaterie, Roald Dahl ✅

Chéri, Colette

Crime et Châtiment, Féodor Dostoïevski

De grandes espérances, Charles Dickens

Des fleurs pour Algernon, Daniel Keyes

Des souris et des hommes, John Steinbeck ✅

Dix petits nègres, Agatha Christie ✅

Docteur Jekyll et Mister Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson ✅

Don Quichotte, Miguel Cervantés

Dracula, Bram Stocker ✅

Du côté de chez Swann, Marcel Proust

Dune, Frank Herbert ✅

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury ✅

Fondation, Isaac Asimov

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley ✅

Gatsby le magnifique, Francis Scott Fitzgerald ✅

Harry Potter à l'école des sorciers, J.K Rowling

Home, Toni Morrison

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

Kafka sur le rivage, Haruki Murakami

L'adieu aux armes, Ernest Hemingway ✅

L'affaire Jane Eyre, Jasper Fforde

L'appel de la forêt, Jack London ✅

L'attrape-cœur, J. D. Salinger ✅

L'écume des jours, Boris Vian

L'étranger, Albert Camus ✅

L'insoutenable légèreté de l'être, Milan Kundera

La condition humaine, André Malraux

La dame aux camélias, Alexandre Dumas Fils

La dame en blanc, Wilkie Collins

La gloire de mon père, Marcel Pagnol

La ligne verte, Stephen King ✅

La nuit des temps, René Barjavel

La Princesse de Clèves, Mme de La Fayette ✅

La Route, Cormac McCarthy ✅

Le chien des Baskerville, Arthur Conan Doyle

Le cœur cousu, Carole Martinez

Le comte de Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas : tome 1 et 2

Le dernier jour d'un condamné, Victor Hugo ✅

Le fantôme de l'opéra, Gaston Leroux

Le lièvre de Vaatanen, Arto Paasilinna

Le maître et Marguerite, Mikhaïl Boulgakov

Le meilleur des mondes, Aldous Huxley

Le nom de la rose, Umberto Eco

Le parfum, Patrick Süskind

Le portrait de Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde ✅

Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery ✅

Le père Goriot, Honoré de Balzac ✅

Le prophète, Khalil Gibran ✅

Le rapport de Brodeck, Philippe Claudel

Le rouge et le noir, Stendhal ✅

Le Seigneur des anneaux, J.R Tolkien ✅

Le temps de l'innocence, Edith Wharton

Le vieux qui lisait des romans d'amour, Luis Sepulveda ✅

Les Chroniques de Narnia, CS Lewis

Les Hauts de Hurle-Vent, Emily Brontë

Les liaisons dangereuses, Choderlos de Laclos ✅

Les Malaussène, Daniel Pennac ✅

Les mémoires d'une jeune fille rangée, Simone de

Beauvoir

Les mystères d'Udolfo, Ann Radcliff

Les piliers de la Terre, Ken Follett : tome 1

Les quatre filles du Docteur March, Louisa May

Alcott

Les racines du ciel, Romain Gary

Lettre d'une inconnue, Stefan Zweig ✅

Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert ✅

Millenium, Larson Stieg ✅

Miss Charity, Marie-Aude Murail

Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Ne tirez pas sur l'oiseau moqueur, Harper Lee ✅

Nord et Sud, Elisabeth Gaskell

Orgueil et Préjugés, Jane Austen

Pastorale américaine, Philip Roth

Peter Pan, James Matthew Barrie

Pilgrim, Timothy Findley

Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier

Robinson Crusoé, Daniel Defoe ✅

Rouge Brésil, Jean Christophe Ruffin

Sa majesté des mouches, William Goldwin ✅

Tess d'Uberville, Thomas Hardy

Tous les matins du monde, Pascal Quignard

Un roi sans divertissement, Jean Giono

Une prière pour Owen, John Irving

Une Vie, Guy de Maupassant

Vent d'est, vent d'ouest, Pearl Buck

Voyage au bout de la nuit, Louis-Ferdinand Céline ✅

Total : 37/100

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Death Eaters And Volturri’s : How Similar Or Identical Are They?

Two villlains from two different novels but with almost the same concept… How similar are Death Eaters and The Volturri to each other? Let’s take a look at them

Death Eaters (From JK Rowling’s Harry Potter)

In the Harry Potter movie, Voldemort leads a group of followers collectively known as: Death Eaters. Their goal? To rid the world of Muggleborns – they perceive of these people as unworthy to be alllowed entry or be given education at Hogwarts.

They kill Muggleborns and other people they perceive as threat or if not that, they perform the Unforgivable Curse – Crucio to name one of them. Failure , to Voldemort , is not an option. (Source: “15 Similarities Between Twilight And Harry Potter We Never Noticed Before” by Stephanie Harper; https://www.thethings.com/twilight-and-harry-potter-similarities/) Volturri (from Stephenie Meyers' Twilight)

In Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight , we have the Volturri as our scary villain here. What makes them scary? They work together and are ruthless towards humans, werewolves, and even newborn vampires they consider as threat.

Almost similar to the Death Eaters in the Harry Potter movie, the Volturri’s have some rules that have to be observed or obeyed – The Cullens (comprised of Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper and Edward) aren’t allowed near the Quileute (a pack of werewolves) territory. Revealing their existence to humankind is also a no-no (which the Cullens didn’t follow or cared about following when they welcomed Bella into their lives).

The Volturri simply comprises of : Aro, Caius, Marcus, Sulpicia and Athenodora. Their purpose? To keep vampires hidden from the human world, mostly for their safety. But while their intentions and purpose is right, their methods weren’t as good as you thought them to be. Other rules that have to be followed were that: hunting must be inconspicuous, creating imortal children is a taboo or another big NO, vampires are not allowed to deal with werewolves , false witnesses are punished by death and so much more. And have you noticed? Jane , one of the Volturri, can perform a nonverbal Cruciatus Curse on anyone.

Just like the Death Eaters, the Volturri’s aren’t possibly the best leaders as they won’t hesitate killing humans, werewolves or even someone of their own kind. (Source: “Twilight: Why The Volturi Were Actually Right” by Adrienne Tyler from The Screen Rant; https://screenrant.com/twilight-volturi-actually-right-laws-explained/) Source: “15 Similarities Between Twilight And Harry Potter We Never Noticed Before” by Stephanie Harper; https://www.thethings.com/twilight-and-harry-potter-similarities/

Twilight: Why The Volturi Were Actually Right” by Adrienne Tyler from The Screen Rant; https://screenrant.com/twilight-volturi-actually-right-laws-explained/