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ashley-foster-13 · 2 months ago

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Hi! Me again, I just can't stop reading tmr headcanons. Can I request 'what would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho.' Thank you!

What would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho

- His s/o was not the type to throw themselves in danger

- however, when the berg showed on the horizon, they were one of the first people to put their hands on a rifle

- Thomas got there late, and there was no s/o in sight, so he figured they were safe

- until they sprang out of nowhere, trying to tackle Janson

- the nearby soldier knocked them out right away

- Thomas struggled against the two soldiers holding him down

- misplaced his shoulder in the process

- he yelled the name of his s/o so loudly he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a week

- a huge fight started, during it the kids, including his s/o were loaded in the berg and took off

- being reckless as he is, Thomas managed to keep Janson off board, beating the living hell out of him

- soldiers stopped him, but not before Ratman was half dead and bleeding

- Thomas didn't hide his tears

- was terrified Wicked would experiment on s/o, or kill, or God knows what else

- wouldn't stop thinking about how to save them

- would do anything to get them out alive

- would have dreams when he saves them and hugs and kisses them, wakes up with tears of happiness streaming down his cheecks only to realize it wasn't real and cry some more, but in fear and sadness

- after saving his s/o, Thomas is super overprotective of them

- like, every little thing, a paper cut or a bruise or a slightly different voice would make him run towards them, asking if they were okay

- eventually came back to normal

- but we all know he's soooooo caring and protective

- the moment he saw his s/o in Wicked's arms, his world stopped

- however, he got out of his stupor quickly, trying to run for you, but the soldier kicked his bad leg, causing him to fall

- when he finally managed to stand up, s/o was already gone

- he kept yelling curses at them, kept hitting those injured soldiers who were left there to die

- it helped nothing and he knew that

- honestly, he could've murdered someone if not for Minho, who held him in a tight hug until he calmed down

- his anger turned to an agony

- he was crying hard, because he was in terrible pain, physically and emotionally

- he vowed to get s/o back safe and sound

- would be the first to find them, as if he felt where they were

- didn't let go of their hand until they reached the Safe Haven

- both didn't go out of the hut for a couple of days, talking, crying and promising their love to each other

- when he barely escaped being captured by Wicked, he thought the victory was there

- little did he know they grabbed s/o instead

- s/o bravely fought the soldiers, but Minho couldn't see it

- and then his s/o stands on the berg, helplessness in their eyes as they take off

- and Minho just stands there, angry at Wicked, and furious with himself for being unable to help

- Newt and Thomas promise they'll find his s/o

- he became very grumpy after that, but also really really silent

- sometimes his bottled up feelings would unleash on everyone because of any little thing

- like a stupid question, or a fallen fork

- he wpuld be so eager to find his s/o he didn't even think when he stalked inside the Wicked headquarters fighting off every soldier like they were bugs

- he found s/o exhausted, hurt and bleeding

- but they were alive, that's all that mattered

- hugged them all the way back

- watched as the medics patched them up, controlling everything

- never leaving their side while rlthey recovered

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moon-witchs-world · 1 year ago

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Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part six

Growing Pains – part six

A Hogwarts Tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!WitchReader

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This is part six of a multiple part series. You can find part five here

a/n: hi lovely people! Thank you so much again for all the love on this story. I adore your comments, reblogs and likes and I love discussing this story with you guys. Can't wait to hear what you think about this part! Love is in the air!

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It shouldn’t have surprised you, but as soon as you became aware of the whispers in the hallway, it still took you off guard. It felt weird to be the center of attention when that was something you tried to avoid at all costs. It made you feel uncomfortable. You could never quite hear what the students were whispering exactly, but on a couple of occasions you did hear your name and Remus’ as well. Over the last couple of days you and Remus had been spending more time together, something the students must have noticed. You enjoyed his company and felt at ease with him. All of the time spent together was very innocent though, sitting next to each other at the breakfast table or in the library, like you were now.

You were reading the Standard Book of Spells volume six to read up on nonverbal spells that your NEWT class was working on. Remus was grading essays. You both loved sitting in the library. It was usually quieter than the staff room and if you needed more information on a subject, all the source material was at your fingertips. You enjoyed being in the company of books for you saw them as the ultimate companion, calm, cozy and filled with knowledge, much like the man next to you.

'Y/N?' Remus suddenly said and you looked at him, your index finger on the line in the book to mark what you were reading. His green eyes looked at you and you couldn't help but smile at him.

'Yes, Remus?'

'I was thinking about my next lesson. I arranged a grindylow and thought that maybe it was a fun idea to let the students learn about defeating it in its natural habitat. I would of course need some kind of portable swamp or body of water,' he explained. You loved seeing a twinkle in his eyes when he talked about what interested him.

'Wow cool, a grindylow,' you answered coldly, when you meant it was anything but cool. Defence Against the Dark Arts had always been your least favorite subject when you were in school yourself and that was mainly due to your fear of dark creatures. You were a very competent witch, but the creatures scared you.

'What is it, Y/N? Don't you think grindylows are a good subject to cover? Maybe the third-years will find them dull.’ He looked a bit insecure while he said it and you immediately regretted your cold response. You put a bookmark between the pages of your book and put it in your lap. You sat up a bit straighter and looked into his kind eyes.

'You know how you used an entire class of third-years to confuse a boggart? Well, not to brag but I could do that all by myself. Grindylows are somewhere on my very long list of fears,' you said with a grin, hoping he wouldn't take your stupid fears too seriously. The truth was that there were a lot of things you were terribly afraid of. Your late husband had always lovingly referred to you as his little worry bug. He grinned.

'Well, I was going to ask you to transfigure a part of the classroom into a swamp but I guess you’re not really looking forward to that then. However, I can assure you that you will not be in any sort of danger. I’m sure I can protect you when it comes to the grindylow,' he answered, the grin still on his face. He obviously thought your fear of grindylows was a bit silly, which it was, but him talking about protecting you sounded very sexy.

'You should ask Minnie, you know with her specialty being Transfiguration,' you said instead. There was just something about Remus that made you insecure, doubt yourself. What if you got too nervous and you wouldn’t be able to perform the spells? It would be safer to let Minerva do it.

'I know she can do it, but I don't want to ask Minnie, I want to ask you. You probably think I'm weird but I thought it would be a fun thing to do together.' A million butterflies had woken up in your stomach and were flapping their wings violently inside of you. He looked at you expectedly and you knew at that moment there wasn’t a chance you were going to say no to him. Not when he was staring at you with his puppy dog eyes.

'Fine, I'll help you. You are indeed a bit weird,' you answered and you saw his expression change.

'Oh but the good kind of weird. I mean if you're weird, I'm absolutely mad,' you quickly added.

'Well, it looks good on you,' was Remus' smooth response.

Before you even got the change to respond, madam Pince had appeared before you. You had been so focused on Remus you never saw her coming, it was like she had appeared out of thin air.

‘Professors, I’m about to close for the night,’ she said. You both packed your stuff and got up, only now noticing the lights were already dimmed and everyone had left.

‘Maybe we can meet tomorrow after dinner? To fix something for the grindylow?' he asked with a tiny smile.

'Of course. I'll see you then.'

'Yes, but I hope to see you earlier as well,' he answered, which made you blush.

~~**~~

You did see him before dinner the next day. In fact, you spend both breakfast and lunch hour in his company. It was so easy to be with him. Easy to talk and laugh with him but also to discuss more serious topics. It was more than once that you noticed Severus eyeing the both of you, looking for something you didn't know what it was. You tried to ignore it. Sure, you liked being with him, but you weren't doing anything wrong.

When finally dinner was over, you felt excited to spend some time alone with Remus, far from the prying eyes of the other staff members. It startled you when Albus Dumbledore asked you to visit his office first. Remus quickly nodded, as if he was agreeing to meet you after and then walked out of the Great Hall.

'Is there something I should worry about, headmaster?' you asked when you finally arrived at his office. The walk had been horrible, filled with anxiety and lingering questions you were too afraid to ask.

'Lemon sherbet!' professor Dumbledore said instead of answering and the stone gargoyle came to life and moved out of the way so you could start climbing the stairs to his office.

'Please sit down, miss Y/L/N,' he kindly said after you had entered his office. You did and let your eyes wander around the office. It was filled to the brim with interesting objects and you found it hard to keep your focus.

'First of all, and I do realize this is long overdue, I'd like to tell you how happy it makes me that teaching comes so naturally for you. I've heard from students and staff members how very valuable you are. It makes me glad I was right about you,’ he said smiling.

‘Thank you very much, headmaster. It’s been great to be back at Hogwarts, I love teaching,’ you answered. Professor Dumbledore nodded and put the tips of his long fingers together.

‘That is good to hear, miss Y/L/N. But there is something I need to discuss. Ever since the start of the school year I’ve been filling in for professor Flitwick as the Head of Ravenclaw House. I thought it would be a small extra task, but it has proven to be more work than I can handle at the time. I was wondering if you wanted to take on the task. Of course, if you feel like you’re too busy..’

You sat up a bit straighter. You felt honored that professor Dumbledore would even consider you for the position.

‘Of course, professor. I will do it,’ you answered. The headmaster seemed relieved and nodded approvingly.

‘And now, you should not let professor Lupin wait too long for you,’ he said with an amused smile.

'How do you…' you started, but you were so confused you didn't even seem to be able to finish the sentence.

‘I might be old, but I'm not blind, miss YLN. I'm glad you two have reconnected after so many years. He needs a friend right now and I believe you are an excellent one for him. I’ll not take up anymore of your time. Thank you for helping me, miss. Y/L/N.’

You felt a bit confused when you walked to Remus’ classroom. Was it really so obvious you and Remus liked to spend time together? Were more people suspecting something or was it just the headmaster who had picked up on it?

The door of Remus' classroom flew open as soon as you had knocked on the door.

‘Y/N, I'm glad you’re here. How did it go with Dumbledore?’ he asked after he let you in. You quickly recalled what you and the headmaster had talked about.

‘Wow, it’s your Hogwarts days all over again, Head Girl, Head of Ravenclaw house, what’s the difference, eh?’

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and took your wand out of your pocket.

‘So, tell me, what do you need exactly? I should get to work since I’m very busy now that I’m Head of Ravenclaw House. You’re lucky you asked me in advance because my schedule is full now,’ you teased him back. While Remus explained what he needed to get done, you got to work. Muttering spells under your breath while focussing on the changes that happened to the classroom because of it. You could feel that Remus was looking at you and you had a hard time not to get distracted by it.

It only took ten minutes to create a temporary swamp in Remus' classroom. You got carried away a bit and added wildflowers and an oak tree as well. The small lake was a bit deeper than you had intended, but it was a fun spell you never got to use so you thought you might as well take this opportunity to have some fun with it.

'Okay, I might have gone a bit overboard with the depth of the lake. So please, Rem, be careful. It will look really bad on me if the Defence professor were to drown in his own classroom. Especially when I made the lake he drowned in. I just got promoted, you know,’ you said while biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh. He shook his head with an amused grin on his face.

'I can swim, Y/N.’

'Yeah, I figured, but still. Don't drown,’ you pressed on while you put your wand in the pocket of your cloak.

'It would definitely look bad on you, but then again, once they see this amazing spell work, they might forget about the drowning all at once,’ he said, pointing at some of the wildflowers.

'Yes of course. They might not even notice your floating body while admiring all of this,’ you added.

You both bursted out in laughter and the sound of his sincere laugh filled you with joy. After a while Remus shook his head and looked at you.

‘I can't believe you think I would go take a swim in my own classroom, when the lake is enchanted and there’s a grindylow in there,’ he said, still with a smile on his face.

‘Who said I thought you would go for a swim? I just figured maybe you're a sleepwalker and I placed a deathly trap in your classroom,’ you explained a bit more serious.

Remus chuckled.

‘I don't think I'm a sleepwalker,’ he assured you.

‘Good to know.’

When you looked at the clock on the wall, the time surprised you. Once again, time had slipped through your fingers while you enjoyed his company.

‘It's late, I should probably go,' you quickly said. You wanted to turn around, but Remus grabbed your wrist. Even though his grip was loose, it made you stop in your tracks.

‘Y/N, there’s something I wanted to ask,’ he said and you felt a lump in your throat. Remus always made you a bit nervous, but once he touched you, it felt like all common sense disappeared and you turned into a shaky mess.

‘It’s almost Halloween,’ he continued. He was right, this Friday was the 31st of October. You nodded and waited for what he was going to say.

‘There is this Halloween party in Hogsmeade on Friday. I thought maybe you could go, if you weren’t busy. There’s music and food and.. stuff,’ he said. He suddenly seemed nervous as well, but everything he said just didn’t make sense to you. You waited for him to say more, but when he didn’t, you answered.

‘Well, I don’t know. I’m not really a party type, you know,’ you mumbled. It was true. You felt most at ease in a quiet, cozy and familiar environment, a party was possibly your worst nightmare.

‘Yeah but you know, I'll be there as well,’ he then quietly said.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights. It took you a little while to comprehend what he had asked you.

‘Remus Lupin, are you asking me to go on a date with you?’ you asked surprised.

‘No. Or yes. I don't know. Guess it depends on your answer,’ he said quickly, stumbling over his own words.

You giggled. Shy Remus was adorable and you wanted to hug him there on the spot, but you resisted the urge.

‘I would love to go with you, Remus.’

‘That’s great. I’m looking forward to it,’ he said. Long after you left his office, when you couldn’t sleep, you kept hearing his last words in your head. You were also looking forward to it.

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Part seven

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ur-such-a-beautiful-freak · 2 years ago

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Autism & Guillermo del Toro

While some light research of "Guillermo del Toro autism" doesn't get many results, other than complaints and praise for The Shape of Water, it is apparent that many of his characters are autistic.

Aurora || Cronos (1993)

Aurora is near-mute, but has a lot of agency despite this. She isn't afraid to kill a bug or help Jesus defeat De la Guardia. In fact, she's the main heroine of our story, despite her silence. She shows intense feelings, especially of love for her grandfather, shown in scenes such as where she reaveals shes ripped the head off her beloved teddy bear to put the Cronos device inside. She's incredibly smart for her age and very capable, but I believe her (maybe not optional, but definitely not permanent) silence is vindictive of her autism. I cannot figure out what her special interest would be, though.

Chuy || Mimic (1997)

Chuy is another one of Guillermo del Toro's strong children. Shown first playing spoons incredibly skillfully and crafting creatures out of wire, Chuy has unique interests. He can tell the exact type of shoe down to the size because of his grandfather, and he has the ability to perfectly mimic the Judas' cry. He's nearly silent but not always, and he seems unaware of the rules of the world, leaving his home and entering the subways seemingly unaware of the danger. Upon watching a man get sucked into a gutter, he barely reacts. One pivotal scene showing his autism would have to be when he's trapped in the elevator shaft and has a meltdown. He also speaks in a somewhat unique manner. His special interests are obviously playing spoons and shoes.

Ofelia || Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

Ofelia is yes another child character who shows a lot of agency, going against what practically everyone tells her to follow her own path. But she's also very bookish, obsessed with her fairytales so much she believes anything the fantastic tells her. She crawls through the mud and talks back to adults, keeping a somewhat quiet demeanor otherwise. I believe her special interest is fairtales.

Newt || Pacific Rim (2013)

Not a child, but worth mentioning anyways, is Newt. He's obsessed with Kaiju, to the point of drifting with one multiple times (and eventually.. living with one?). He speaks fast and erratically, he knows every indexical fact about Kaiju, and he's obviously insanely smart. He's, however, balanced by his childlike wonder at everything. His love for kaiju is, of course, his special interest.

Hope you enjoyed my analysis! I'm missing plenty of characters simply because I haven't seen his full repertoire yet! But as an autistic person, I love to find it in everything else!

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blazedrawsstuff · 3 years ago

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My first time making a Monster High OC! I even tried drawing in a style similar to how the canonical characters are drawn. I think I did pretty good for my first try. Anyways, say hello to the frog monster from Loveland, Ohio: Polly Wog!

Bio under the "Read More

Polly Wog

Daughter of The Loveland Frog

Parent

The Loveland Frog

Age

Killer Style

I say my style is a mix between sporty and seventies fashion. I like to call it "Loveland Style".

Freaky Flaw

All I'll say is that politeness and caution do not always jive with me.

Pet

Haven't put much thought into it, I should get something amphibious like me...hmmm, perhaps a salamander? a newt? a turtle? Choices choices...

Favorite Activity

Swimming and hopping, my two favorite things to pass time! Whether I hop around the neighborhood, jump on a trampoline, do a hundred meter freestyle in the pool, or just lounge around in the lake, it's all a blast for me!

Pet Peeve

Some ghouls say things like "ew" when they see me eating bugs, don't knock it 'till you try it. Besides, bugs are good for you! Also that rumor that frogs give ya warts, cause that ain't right in the slightest.

Favorite Subjects

Casketball and Swim Team! She shoots! She swims! She scores!

Least Favorite Subject

Mad Science! I wanna have a nice long chat with the guy who thought dissecting frogs was a good idea.

Favorite Colors

Yellow, Green, and Pink

Favorite Food

Other than the bugs, I love me some Cincinnati Chili! It's practically a delicacy in my home state, especially when served over a piping hot plate of spaghetti or hot dogs.

Friends

Honey Swamp

Lagoona Blue

Marisol Coxi

Qí Yèwǎn (OC)

Abilities

Breathing Underwater

Polly can breathe underwater in freshwater, however she gets sick if she stays in saltwater for too long (since most frogs can't survive in saltwater).

Amphibian Abilities Polly has the ability to breath both air and water, from her amphibian physiology, having both lungs and the ability to breath in oxygen via her skin just like all frogs. As such, she has to keep her skin hydrated so it doesn't dry out

Enhanced Leap Polly is able to leap higher and farther than the average human or monster.

Prehensile TonguePolly is able to launch her sticky long tongue, and reel it back to catch things in distance of her.

Skillset

Swimming

She can swim easily in the water and does not even need to practice, for she is just naturally good at it. She's especially good at doing breaststrokes.

Athleticism

Polly is rather athletic, excelling in swimming and gymnastics. Though she is not the fastest (at least in running, she's pretty fast while swimming) or the physically strongest, she is certainly one of the more agile students around.

Personality

Polly is confident, tomboyish, sporty, and energetic. In contrast to her sister, Lily, who's more timid and girly. She's pretty straightforward when it comes to how she feels about others, rarely if ever hiding her true thoughts about someone or something. She has a rather chill and laidback personality too, rarely worrying about things, and taking most negative things surprisingly well (basically similar to someone who lives by the "stuff happens" mantra). She rarely engages in conflict unless it involves something she's passionate about (such as her hatred towards the dissection of frogs) or directly involves her.

However, she can be ill-mannered, reckless, and overly energetic, even when she doesn't mean to be. She rarely has an indoor voice and sometimes says things about or towards others without considering how they might hurt them. She can also get bored pretty easily, and can be rather impatient sometimes.

Trivia/Additional Information

Polly's name is a pun on "Polliwog", a term referring to a baby frog or toad.

Polly has a younger sister name Lily Wog, who's first name comes from lily pads, which frogs are known for sitting on.

Polly's outfit being based off of 70's fashion comes from one of the accounts of The Loveland Frog where a police officer encountered the frog on March 3rd, 1972.

March 3rd is also her birthday, which makes her a Pisces

Polly's design carries elements and colors of multiple types of frogs. Her skin color and markings are from the Northern Leopard Frog, the eyes of the Mountain Yellow-Legged Frog (including the horizontal pupils), and her eyeshadow uses the eye color of the Red Eyed Tree Frog.

#monster high #monster high oc #original characters #polly wog

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eyelinerda3euro · 3 years ago

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The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction

In the temperate and tropical regions where it appears that hominids evolved into human beings, the principal food of the species was vegetable. Sixty-five to eighty percent of what human beings ate in those regions in Paleolithic, Neolithic, and prehistoric times was gathered; only in the extreme Arctic was meat the staple food. The mammoth hunters spectacularly occupy the cave wall and the mind, but what we actually did to stay alive and fat was gather seeds, roots, sprouts, shoots, leaves, nuts, berries, fruits, and grains, adding bugs and mollusks and netting or snaring birds, fish, rats, rabbits, and other tuskless small fry to up the protein. And we didn’t even work hard at it — much less hard than peasants slaving in somebody else’s field after agriculture was invented, much less hard than paid workers since civilization was invented. The average prehistoric person could make a nice living in about a fifteen-hour work week.

Fifteen hours a week for subsistence leaves a lot of time for other things. So much time that maybe the restless ones who didn’t have a baby around to enliven their life, or skill in making or cooking or singing, or very interesting thoughts to think, decided to slope off and hunt mammoths. The skillful hunters would come staggering back with a load of meat, a lot of ivory, and a story. It wasn’t the meat that made the difference. It was the story.

It is hard to tell a really gripping tale of how I wrestled a wild-oat seed from its husk, and then another, and then another, and then another, and then another, and then I scratched my gnat bites, and Ool said something funny, and we went to the creek and got a drink and watched newts for a while, and then I found another patch of oats.... No, it does not compare, it cannot compete with how I thrust my spear deep into the titanic hairy flank while Oob, impaled on one huge sweeping tusk, writhed screaming, and blood sprouted everywhere in crimson torrents, and Boob was crushed to jelly when the mammoth fell on him as I shot my unerring arrow straight through eye to brain.

That story not only has Action, it has a Hero. Heroes are powerful. Before you know it, the men and women in the wild-oat patch and their kids and the skills of makers and the thoughts of the thoughtful and the songs of the singers are all part of it, have all been pressed into service in the tale of the Hero. But it isn’t their story. It’s his.

When she was planning the book that ended up as Three Guineas, Virginia Woolf wrote a heading in her notebook, “Glossary”; she had thought of reinventing English according to her new plan, in order to tell a different story. One of the entries in this glossary is heroism, defined as “botulism.” And hero, in Woolf’s dictionary, is “bottle.” The hero as bottle, a stringent reevaluation. I now propose the bottle as hero.

Not just the bottle of gin or wine, but bottle in its older sense of container in general, a thing that holds something else.

If you haven’t got something to put it in, food will escape you — even something as uncombative and unresourceful as an oat. You put as many as you can into your stomach while they are handy, that being the primary container; but what about tomorrow morning when you wake up and it’s cold and raining and wouldn’t it be good to have just a few handfuls of oats to chew on and give little Oom to make her shut up, but how do you get more than one stomachful and one handful home? So you get up and go to the damned soggy oat patch in the rain, and wouldn’t it be a good thing if you had something to put Baby Oo Oo in so that you could pick the oats with both hands? A leaf a gourd shell a net a bag a sling a sack a bottle a pot a box a container. A holder. A recipient.

The first cultural device was probably a recipient.... Many theorizers feel that the earliest cultural inventions must have been a container to hold gathered products and some kind of sling or net carrier.

So says Elizabeth Fisher in Women’s Creation (McGraw-Hill, 1975). But no, this cannot be. Where is that wonderful, big, long, hard thing, a bone, I believe, that the Ape Man first bashed somebody in the movie and then, grunting with ecstasy at having achieved the first proper murder, flung up into the sky, and whirling there it became a space ship thrusting its way into the cosmos to fertilize it and produce at the end of the movie a lovely fetus, a boy of course, drifting around the Milky Way without (oddly enough) any womb, any matrix at all? I don’t know. I don’t even care. I’m not telling that story. We’ve heard it, we’ve all heard about all the sticks and spears and swords, the things to bash and poke and hit with, the long, hard things, but we have not heard about the thing to put things in, the container for the thing contained. That is a new story. That is news.

And yet old. Before — once you think about it, surely long before — the weapon, a late, luxurious, superfluous tool; long before the useful knife and ax; right along with the indispensable whacker, grinder, and digger — for what’s the use of digging up a lot of potatoes if you have nothing to lug the ones you can’t eat home in — with or before the tool that forces energy outward, we made the tool that brings energy home. It makes sense to me. I am an adherent of what Fisher calls the Carrier Bag Theory of human evolution.

This theory not only explains large areas of theoretical obscurity and avoids large areas of theoretical nonsense (inhabited largely by tigers, foxes, and other highly territorial mammals); it also grounds me, personally, in human culture in a way I never felt grounded before. So long as culture was explained as originating from and elaborating upon the use of long, hard objects for sticking, bashing, and killing, I never thought that I had, or wanted, any particular share in it. (“What Freud mistook for her lack of civilization is woman’s lack of loyalty to civilization,” Lillian Smith observed.) The society, the civilization they were talking about, these theoreticians, was evidently theirs; they owned it, they liked it; they were human, fully human, bashing, sticking, thrusting, killing. Wanting to be human too, I sought for evidence that I was; but if that’s what it took, to make a weapon and kill with it, then evidently I was either extremely defective as a human being, or not human at all.

That’s right, they said. What you are is a woman. Possibly not human at all, certainly defective. Now be quiet while we go on telling the Story of the Ascent of Man the Hero.

Go on, say I, wandering off towards the wild oats, with Oo Oo in the sling and little Oom carrying the basket. You just go on telling how the mammoth fell on Boob and how Cain fell on Abel and how the bomb fell on Nagasaki and how the burning jelly fell on the villagers and how the missiles will fall on the Evil Empire, and all the other steps in the Ascent of Man.

If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it’s useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then next day you probably do much the same again — if to do that is human, if that’s what it takes, then I am a human being after all. Fully, freely, gladly, for the first time.

Not, let it be said at once, an unaggressive or uncombative human being. I am an aging, angry woman laying mightily about me with my handbag, fighting hoodlums off. However I don’t, nor does anybody else, consider myself heroic for doing so. It’s just one of those damned things you have to do in order to be able to go on gathering wild oats and telling stories.

It is the story that makes the difference. It is the story that hid my humanity from me, the story the mammoth hunters told about bashing, thrusting, raping, killing, about the Hero. The wonderful, poisonous story of Botulism. The killer story.

It sometimes seems that the story is approaching its end. Lest there be no more telling of stories at all, some of us out here in the wild oats, amid the alien corn, think we’d better start telling another one, which maybe people can go on with when the old one’s finished. Maybe. The trouble is, we’ve all let ourselves become part of the killer story, and so we may get finished along with it. Hence it is with a certain feeling of urgency that I seek the nature, subject, words of the other story, the untold one, the life story.

It’s unfamiliar, it doesn’t come easily, thoughtlessly, to the lips as the killer story does; but still, “untold” was an exaggeration. People have been telling the life story for ages, in all sorts of words and ways. Myths of creation and transformation, trickster stories, folktales, jokes, novels....

The novel is a fundamentally unheroic kind of story. Of course the Hero has frequently taken it over, that being his imperial nature and uncontrollable impulse, to take everything over and run it while making stern decrees and laws to control his uncontrollable impulse to kill it. So the Hero has decreed through his mouthpieces the Lawgivers, first, that the proper shape of the narrative is that of the arrow or spear, starting here and going straight there and THOK! hitting its mark (which drops dead); second, that the central concern of narrative, including the novel, is conflict; and third, that the story isn’t any good if he isn’t in it.

I differ with all of this. I would go so far as to say that the natural, proper, fitting shape of the novel might be that of a sack, a bag. A book holds words. Words hold things. They bear meanings. A novel is a medicine bundle, holding things in a particular, powerful relation to one another and to us.

One relationship among elements in the novel may well be that of conflict, but the reduction of narrative to conflict is absurd. (I have read a how-to-write manual that said, “A story should be seen as a battle,” and went on about strategies, attacks, victory, etc.) Conflict, competition, stress, struggle, etc., within the narrative conceived as carrier bag/belly/box/house/medicine bundle, may be seen as necessary elements of a whole which itself cannot be characterized either as conflict or as harmony, since its purpose is neither resolution nor stasis but continuing process.

Finally, it’s clear that the Hero does not look well in this bag. He needs a stage or a pedestal or a pinnacle. You put him in a bag and he looks like a rabbit, like a potato.

That is why I like novels: instead of heroes they have people in them.

So, when I came to write science-fiction novels, I came lugging this great heavy sack of stuff, my carrier bag full of wimps and klutzes, and tiny grains of things smaller than a mustard seed, and intricately woven nets which when laboriously unknotted are seen to contain one blue pebble, an imperturbably functioning chronometer telling the time on another world, and a mouse’s skull; full of beginnings without ends, of initiations, of losses, of transformations and translations, and far more tricks than conflicts, far fewer triumphs than snares and delusions; full of space ships that get stuck, missions that fail, and people who don’t understand. I said it was hard to make a gripping tale of how we wrested the wild oats from their husks, I didn’t say it was impossible. Who ever said writing a novel was easy?

If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic. “Technology,” or “modern science” (using the words as they are usually used, in an unexamined shorthand standing for the “hard” sciences and high technology founded upon continuous economic growth), is a heroic undertaking, Herculean, Promethean, conceived as triumph, hence ultimately as tragedy. The fiction embodying this myth will be, and has been, triumphant (Man conquers earth, space, aliens, death, the future, etc.) and tragic (apocalypse, holocaust, then or now).

If, however, one avoids the linear, progressive, Time’s-(killing)-arrow mode of the Techno-Heroic, and redefines technology and science as primarily cultural carrier bag rather than weapon of domination, one pleasant side effect is that science fiction can be seen as a far less rigid, narrow field, not necessarily Promethean or apocalyptic at all, and in fact less a mythological genre than a realistic one.

It is a strange realism, but it is a strange reality.

Science fiction properly conceived, like all serious fiction, however funny, is a way of trying to describe what is in fact going on, what people actually do and feel, how people relate to everything else in this vast stack, this belly of the universe, this womb of things to be and tomb of things that were, this unending story. In it, as in all fiction, there is room enough to keep even Man where he belongs, in his place in the scheme of things; there is time enough to gather plenty of wild oats and sow them too, and sing to little Oom, and listen to Ool’s joke, and watch newts, and still the story isn’t over. Still there are seeds to be gathered, and room in the bag of stars. by Ursula K. Le Guin

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hermannsthumb · 4 years ago

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So I know you don't really write PRU things but how about PRU averting? Like when Newt starts to realize something is wrong he goes to Hermann for help?

this isn’t exactly what you wanted (at all) but the concept for this fic has been making me laugh all week. sometimes a bitch just wants to write a slightly unhinged jealous ex hermann unknowingly seducing aliens out of newt

safe for work except for some makeouts and implied past banging, but hermann tries very hard for it to not be. also ive definitely written similar plots before but who cares

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They send a ranger-in-training to break the news to Hermann. He’s not sure what they expected him to do, really, or how a teenager in oversized khakis might have prevented it in the first place. Rage? Cry? Break things? His relationship with Newton Geiszler has been highly publicized at this point, he supposes, down to every last gory detail; their scientific rivalry, their heated laboratory debates, their–er–rather dramatic love affair, which ended on a deeply sour note when Newton packed his bags and left Hermann for better funding and a swanky flat with more windows than walls seven years ago. As far as gossip is concerned, that is.

“Tomorrow?” Hermann says.

The ranger nods and says nothing. She’s awfully young–too young, Hermann thinks. And awfully afraid of him. Right, of course: he’s crotchety, daft old Dr. Gottlieb, notorious for his short temper and avoidance of socialization at all costs. He furrows his brow an appropriate amount and nods, as if to appear deeply consternated, or perhaps lost in brooding abstraction. “I see,” he says. “Hm. That wretched Dr. Geiszler, here, after so many years. The nerve of him. Thank you.”

The girl doesn’t move.

“Ah,” Hermann says. “Dismissed, I mean.”

Between the bare bones staff and Hermann’s incredibly low rank back in Hong Kong, he still hasn’t quite gotten used to the notion that he has things like interns and underlings again, let alone people who–when sent to deliver him a message, or paperwork, or lab equipment he submitted forms for–need to be explicitly dismissed to leave his presence. Newton would love it. Or, at the very least, he’d love teasing Hermann for it. (Control freak, that was what he’d call Hermann.)

Back in the safety and solitude of his private laboratory, Hermann brews a fresh pot of tea and mulls the news over. It’ll hardly be the first time Newton’s set foot at the Moyulan Shatterdome. It’ll hardly be the first time Hermann will have seen Newton since the Events of seven years ago, either. It will, however, be the first occasion on which the two collide: Newton always seems to schedule his routine Moyulan visits when Hermann is tucked safely away in some conference or council in some other bloody country, leaving their paths to cross at the most inane social events, banquets and fundraisers and black tie occasions that leave Hermann stifling under his collar and his leg aching from the strain of standing for so long.

Their words to each other in such situations have always been terse, brief, polite. Newton, after all, is a very important (and very rich) man these days, and he has plenty of elbows to bump and high society buggers to flatter without Hermann getting in his way. It’s pleasantries, is all. Lovely to see you, Dr. Geiszler. How’s work, Dr. Geiszler? The champagne is excellent, isn’t it, Dr. Geiszler? By Jove, it’s maddening. Just once Hermann would like to shout and snap at him like the good old days, to grab hold of that stupid bloody tie and shove him against a wall and kiss him, or bite him, or do anything that isn’t smile and pretend to care when he mentions that–that Alice floozy he’s shacking up with. And now, with Newton finally giving Hermann a window to meet in his own territory…

Hermann keeps a small volume of Newton’s early research on his desk–compiled long before he even knew the man–and he takes it out now, slipping a well-worn polaroid out from between its pages and propping it against his tea mug. Newton smiles out at him. “Horrible little man,” Hermann says, lovingly, and gently brushes his index finger against that handsome face.

He feigns a stomach bug to clock out of work early–fooling no one, of course, but his staff chalks it up sympathetically to the prospect of seeing his notorious ex tomorrow and says nothing–and makes a mad dash into town for a haircut and manicure. After some consideration, he pops into a clothing store for a new button-down, too. A nice one. One that fits him well. (You have a hot bod, dude, Newton would always say, you should be flaunting it.

No, no raging, or crying, or breaking things. It’s been seven years since Newton walked out on Hermann for a cushy job and designer suits, and Hermann has exactly one course of action in mind: winning him back.

——

Newton is not exactly as Hermann remembered. The changes in him are noticeable, and–for the most part, barring the loss of his glasses and personal sense of style–Hermann feels entirely neutral about them: hair more neatly tamed, stubble more neatly shaved, body ever-so-slightly more toned. Hermann seems to recall Newton saying something about CrossFit or some sort of damned exercise bike he bought at the last banquet they attended–lost ten pounds this past month! New Year’s Resolution, you know, ha, gotta stay in shape for Alice (and this was the point at which Hermann clenched his champagne flute so tightly it burst, and he excused himself to find a napkin with which to tend to his bleeding and a tall glass of whiskey from the open bar with which to tend to his agonies). Whatever it is, it seems to be working.

He manages to lure Newton out from under the thumb of his boss with vague claims of research, though Newton is not happy about it. “I got shit to do, man,” he complains. His eyes are inscrutable behind his expensive sunglasses. “It’s just not a good time. Busy, busy, busy, you know.”

They’ll have the laboratory to themselves, even more so than usual. I’ll need to have a few private words with Dr. Geiszler, Hermann had ominously announced to his staff that morning, and they’d all looked at each other in excitement. An infamous Geiszler-Gottlieb row! Hermann locks the door behind them.

“You poor dear,” Hermann says. “Running yourself ragged. You must be exhausted.”

Newton shrugs. “I am a little. I guess.” He shrugs again, and this time preens a little with it. Good: Hermann wants him nice and flattered. “It’s hard work being as important as I am, you know.”

“I imagine,” Hermann coos sympathetically. He brushes his hand across Newton’s shoulders, then nudges him at the small of his back towards his desk. “Please, Newt, I insist you have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”

“I mean, if you’re offering,” Newton says, waving him off.

The instant coffee is located on the middle shelf of Hermann’s bookcase, between a dusty variety box of Twinings and an elaborate kaiju action figure Newton left in their apartment when he walked out. Hermann spoons some into a chipped blue mug and watches Newton through the man’s reflection on the kettle. He leans back in Hermann’s desk chair; he rolls his shoulders; he pops open a button on his maroon suit coat; he spies something propped up on Hermann’s desk, and picks it up. The polaroid. Hermann ducks his head to hide his smile.

“Good times, huh, dude?” Newton says. He waves it in the air.

“Mm,” Hermann says.

He hands the mug of coffee over to Newton, who’s yet to put down the polaroid. Milk and plenty of sugar. Exactly the way Newton always used to take it. “There we are, dear,” he says. “Are you hungry? Might I get you anything to eat? I’ve plenty of biscuits, and, er...” He casts a guilty glance around the mess of his workspace. “...Oranges.”

“No thanks,” Newton says, but it’s vague, unconvincing. His eyes are locked on the photograph. “Good times,” he repeats.

“Nothing to eat at all?” Hermann says.

Newton shakes himself. “Nah,” he says, and pats his stomach. “On a diet. You know, for Alice.”

Ah, of course; Alice. The mystery woman Hermann despises the very existence of. For years after Newton first broke the news to Hermann he was seeing someone new, Hermann used to pour over magazine articles and gossip sites for even a glimpse of what she might look like (and for the chance to do something cathartic, like crop her angrily from a photograph with Newton or scribble over her face with a Sharpie). Probably horrendously ugly; possibly blonde; undoubtedly lacking taste, and humor, and any other sorts of qualities a mate worthy of Newton ought to possess. At the very least, Hermann knows she isn’t at all supportive of Newton in the way she should be. Every banquet and fundraiser, she’s too busy to come, every dinner invitation Hermann finally accepts so he may properly hate the woman, she must cancel at the very last minute due to some strange illness or another.

Privately, Hermann thinks she feels threatened by him. As she should be. He and Newton have been in each other’s heads, after all, wrote letters in their youth, shared a laboratory for years, shared a bed for longer than that. It’s a simple fact one will ever know Newton like Hermann knows him.

“Of course,” Hermann says, with icy kindness. “For Alice. How is she these days? I was ever so put out when she caught–what was it–influenza, yes, that night we were meant to dine together. And the time before that, with pneumonia. And laryngitis before that. Terrific bloody coincidences, aren’t they.”

(Sorry, dude, Newton said over the phone, not sounding very sorry, but rather quite distracted. She was probably in the room, egging on his lies. She's sick. Can’t see you after all. Rain check?)

“Yeah,” Newton says. He’s started to shake his leg up and down, a nervous tic Hermann is all too aware of, seeing as he’s picked it up himself after their drift. Along with an annoying tendency to hoard sentimental rubbish. “Coincidences. If I’m being honest, Hermann–I’m not too keen on you two–well.” A strange look crosses his face, replaced in a blink of an eye with a toothy smile. “Old flame and the new flame, it’d be awkward for everyone, y��know?”

“Especially for her, I’d imagine,” Hermann says, and then he swings himself down into Newton’s lap.

Newton goes very still; the photograph slips from his fingers and flutters to the floor. “Hermann?” he squeaks.

Dropping his cane, Hermann nuzzles his face into the crook of Newton’s neck and breathes deeply; the Newton of his memories smells of burnt coffee and the sharp tang of preservation chemicals, but the Newton of now smells more of expensive cologne than anything else. Hermann can’t say he likes it much, but he presses a small kiss there anyway, marveling at the lack of the scratchy stubble he remembers so well. “What–what are you doing?” Newton says.

Another kiss. Hermann slips a hand up to caress Newton’s jaw, and Newton shivers. “I should think it’s obvious,” Hermann says. “Mm. Come on, now, love, I know I can’t be the only one of us who’s been aching for this.”

“It’s,” Newton stammers, “I,” and his sturdy fingers grip Hermann’s waist, though he makes no move to shove him away. In fact, he only draws him closer. Marvelous. “I’ve got–someone, dude,” he says, gazing at Hermann between heavy eyelids. “Alice. I have–”

Hermann kisses him, pouring into it every ounce of longing he’s felt for the last seven years, and Newton melts against him with a moan. “But does she make you feel the way I do?” Hermann murmurs.

“Uh,” Newton says.

He swipes his tongue into Newton’s mouth, enjoying the sharp jolt that shoots through Newton when he brushes against his own tongue, and pulls back with a small bite at his bottom lip. Newton always liked when Hermann kissed him messily. “Do feel free to touch me,” he says.

Newton does: one hand leaves Hermann’s waist and inches up his side instead, pausing to shove one half of his lab coat off, then the other. The coat slips to the floor as well. Newton splays five fingers over Hermann’s right pectoral. “Nice shirt,” he says, sounding rather dazed. “Good color on you.”

“I’d hoped you like it,” Hermann says happily. “Remember what you always used to say, about flaunting it? I thought it was time I’d take your advice.”

“I do,” Newton says. “I do remember. Ha.” His face splits into a grin, one of the first truly Newton-esque ones Hermann’s seen on him in years, and Hermann feels a small flare of triumph. He catches the hand at his chest and draws it to his mouth, brushing a kiss over the knuckles. Newton’s tattoos, vibrant as ever, poke out from beneath one maroon sleeve.

Hermann remembers kissing those tattoos. He remembers tracing the shape of red-yellow waves with his fingertips, of pinching the eyes of the great kaiju splashed across his chest, of teasing Newton for his rather unadorned arse and how pale it was in comparison to the rest of him. You’re one to talk, buddy, Newton would say, and he’d deliver a playful smack to Hermann’s, all skin and bones, dude, I think I bruised my hand. He used to like to keep his glasses on in bed so he could see Hermann. Make sure it’s actually happening, he’d say. His sunglasses are folded uselessly on Hermann’s desk. “I could make you so loud,” Hermann says. “We’d get noise complaints. Remember?”

Newton nods, eyes fixed on the knuckles Hermann kissed.

“I knew exactly where to touch you,” Hermann says, dropping his voice, “and how to touch you. I still do, Newton.” Newton dissolves into whimpers when his neck is kissed, a certain spot by his left thigh pressed on with a thumb; when being made love to, he likes his sides stroked, fingers pressed against his tongue; when doing the love making, he likes his hair pulled, nails raked across his back.

“Please,” Newton says, his voice cracking. “Can you–?”

Hermann shoves that ugly maroon jacket to the floor, then winds that ugly tie around his fingers and gives Newton a sharp tug. Newton moans, twice as loud as before. “Yes, darling, of course.”

They kiss, Hermann making quick work of the buttons of Newton’s shirt, Newton seemingly too shy to do anything beyond grip Hermann’s shoulders. A pink blush is spreading from the tips of his cheeks down to his neck. It’s very sweet. “Hermann,” he says.

“Mm?”

Newton wets his lips. “You like when I do this,” he says, and gives Hermann’s ear a little tug.

(They’re so big, Newton would say, it’s adorable, you’re adorable, and Hermann would swat him away, but then Newton would kiss the shell of his ear, bite his earlobe, and Hermann would gasp, and sensitive! Newton would say, adorable, absolutely adorable.)

“They’re sensitive,” Newton says. “You like when I kiss them.” He grins again, though it slips away after a moment. “I think they’ll be looking for me soon.”

“You are so terribly important, after all,” Hermann says. “It’s a very good thing I’ve locked the door. I haven’t finished having my wicked way with you yet.”

This time, Newton laughs, though it’s an uncertain little thing. “Listen,” he says, strangely urgent, and he squeezes Hermann’s arm. “Don’t let me leave, okay?” Then he shakes his head. “Actually, no. Take me home with you. Away from–from work. And Alice. Yeah. Let’s go now.”

This is unexpected, though Hermann cannot deny it’s not exactly what he hoped would happen when his foolproof plan of seduction worked. He’s suddenly very pleased he made a few more stops after picking up his new shirt: first for a very expensive bottle of wine and the makings of a dinner the Newton of ten years ago loved, the next a rather discreet one for the sort of supplies they’d need to, er, take this one step further. “Oh, yes,” Hermann says. “Oh, darling, absolutely. Er–now now?”

“Now,” Newton says. He plants a series of discoordinated, rapid-fire kisses across Hermann’s mouth and chin. “Now,” he repeats. “Keep talking to me.”

“About what?” Hermann says, frowning.

“Anything,” Newton says. “And touch me. Keep touching me. Hermann–when we get there, I have to tell you–”

“Alright, Newton, alright,” Hermann says. He did forget how needy Newton could get. He’s also missed it. He strokes back some of Newton’s neat hair, gropes around for his cane, and eases himself to his feet with a small groan. (He’s not quite as young or agile as he used to be.) Newton immediately springs to his own feet and latches onto Hermann’s arm. He's not merely needy tonight--a bit on edge, too, it seems. “Off we are, then. Be a dear and get my coat for me.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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priorireverte · 4 years ago

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Congratulations Hollie!

Your application for Hermione Granger has been accepted. I appreciate the thoughtfulness behind this character we all grew up with and know so much about, as you’ve started digging into her flaws and shortcomings.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: Hollie (she/her)

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Post multiple times a week :)

ANYTHING ELSE: body horror involving living things (ie: bugs)

CHARACTER DETAILS

NAME: Hermione Granger

BIRTHDATE: September 19, 1979

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cis-female, she/her, demi-sexual

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

OCCUPATION: ACR Ministry Liaison. Previously: Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures: Being Division

FACECLAIM: Paulina Singer

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

POSTBELLUM

For many the end of the war was supposed to be a time to celebrate, but those that had taken part often found it more difficult to find the joy when it took so much loss to get there. Hermione was among those that found things to be more difficult to move on from. So many she cared for had died, and there was so much trauma that had been pushed off just for the sake of making it to the next day alive. Then yet again pushed further because of the need to right the wrongs that got them in this situation to begin with. However there is only so much one person can take onto their shoulders, and the effects of the war began to show. Hermione started to become prone to both nightmares and anxiety attacks that sometimes wear her thin. Occasionally she considers seeing a mind healer, but the decision has not been an easy one. She was supposed to be strong. She wasn’t supposed to let the war break her. It would be too much like letting them win. She is still very close with both Harry and Ron after the war, despite her and Ron deciding that perhaps they weren’t the best romantic fit, and she meets with them on a regular basis. The three of them had missed their final year of schooling, but that didn’t stop Hermione from being offered her choice of jobs after the war. She couldn’t bring herself to turn down the offer to join the DRCMC, but she did decide to sit for her NEWTs anyway, and highly recommended that Harry and Ron do the same. Hermione was excited about her position in the Being Division at first, but as time wore on it became quite apparent that any effective change was going to be far more difficult than she had ever given the Ministry credit for. Grand gestures had to be whittled down to smaller decisions, that she could only hope would lead to bigger impacts, and sometimes it felt as if she would take one step forward only for some Ministry official to force her another two steps back. Now the dead have started to Return. When she first heard the news Hermione was immediately suspicious. There were laws to magic, and consequences for when those laws were broken. She wanted to be happy for those that were coming back, but her curious nature also needed answers. Answers that she couldn’t get while working on rehoming mistreated house elves. Then the opportunity to join the ACR as Liaison was presented to her, and she knew it wasn’t something that she could turn down. Now what Hermione wants is answers, but she can only hope those answers won’t leave those surviving the Returned heartbroken once more.

PERSONALITY

Knowledge, curiosity, practicality, and order are the first things anyone will notice about Hermione Granger. Her constant need to keep her nose in a book and her friends in line make these impossible to see. She’s also extremely fair minded and does not like to see anyone downtrodden. However, despite all of her fussing about rules, she will break quite her fair share for the things she finds important and believes in. Her strong beliefs also tend to blind her to other points of view, causing her to disregard what others might tell her and to look down on certain traits in others if she deems them to be silly or beneath her personal standards. Overall, she’s a good person with her heart in the right place, but she has a lot of room to grow even after the war.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Hermione’s parents were very loving and supportive in the light of their daughter being thrown into a world they knew nothing about. They were always proud of her as she grew up, encouraging her appetite for learning and reinforcing her inclination toward hard work. Her going to Hogwarts did nothing to dampen their pride, though they did regret that they didn’t get to see her more. Taking her parents memories of her before the war was quite a difficult decision for the girl, but she knew she had to keep them safe. Now that the war is over, she did manage to locate them, but so far has not been able to restore their memories. This is very difficult for her, but she would rather them not remember and be happy than for them to have lost their lives. She feels a bit of an orphan now, but luckily for her family does not only consist of blood. Harry and Ron are as much of a family to her as anyone, and by extensions the Weasleys have become her family as well. The indefinite loss of her parents is still difficult for her, but not once has she ever felt entirely alone.

HISTORY

Growing up Hermione was always the type to have her head in a book, and she was the type of person that somehow always knew she was different. She couldn’t place why, and she knew that perhaps it was this thought that kept many others from getting very close to her. When she was informed that she was a witch and had been accepted into Hogwarts, suddenly all of it made sense. There was a reason she stood apart from others, and all of her fantasies were coming true. It wouldn’t be long before she discovered that it wasn’t just her magic that set her apart from others, and now she had additional prejudices against her too. Even here in her storybook world she found it difficult to make friends, but she didn’t once let it deter her from proving herself. Then she made two of the most important friends she would make in her life and everything was different for her. They had their differences, but those differences usually balanced each other out. Life was not simple for her with the trio, facing problems that no child should ever have to face, but they always persevered. Fighting in the war was never a difficult decision for her, even if it wasn’t an easy path. There was no way that she would ever leave Harry to this fight on his own, but even though he was the Chosen One, this was her war too. This war was about her rights to her place in this world, and the rights of those that were like her. That was not something that she could abandon or ignore. So she fought, she bled, and she came through. It was not lost to her how close of a call it had really been.

OOC EXPLORATION

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Growing up, Hermione was always the character that I related to most in the books. As an adult I no longer think we’re quite so similar, but my love for her character has always held so strong. She was one of the first strong female characters that I was ever introduced to, and I’m looking forward to developing her as a person post-war and post-Hogwarts. ANYTHING ELSE?

There is a very specific brand of feminism in the books that Hermione represents, that feels incredibly exclusive and one sided. She had a very weak relationship with other women, especially those that she appears to deem too feminine or silly. There’s a bit of pitting women against women, and I’m really looking forward to shedding a light on the flaws in those views and putting Hermione in situations where she needs to re-examine them.

#prioriacceptance #hermione granger

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girlllthatsgrim · 4 years ago

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NSFW ALPHABET (Harry Potter Version)

Sirius Orion Black

A= Aftercare

Sirius would be the type of guy to lay around in bed after sex; he’s a little bit lazy after everything that happened, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. If it’s a special night like an anniversary or birthday, he would definitely plan something and go all out.

B= Body Part

I think his favorite body part on a woman, in general, would be the butt; his favorite part of his body is probably his hair. He always liked long hair and he kept it on point.

C= Cum

When it comes to semen, I think Sirius would be that guy to like shooting on your butt and try to trace his name on it just to be funny.

D= Dirty Secret

Everyone has them - even someone as outspoken as Sirius. I think he would be one of those people to secretly be an exhibitionist; he wouldn’t necessarily be into Voyeurism( as adventurous as he is, that’s not his cup of tea), but he is proud of his body. He also wouldn’t be afraid to masturbate in public once in a blue moon either.

E= Experience

Let’s keep this 100%. He and his pal, James, were the “talk fo the town” so to speak during their years at Hogwarts. With the long dark hair and smooth mouth, Sirius would definitely have experience. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had more experience than the girl he’s with. He wouldn’t rub it in a girl’s face though; I think Sirius would be more than happy to teach his lady love a thing or two about sex.

F= Favorite position

He’s an adventurous guy and he wouldn’t mind you taking the lead once in a while, but 9 times out of ten he would want to be the dom in the room. With that being said, his favorite position would be the pretzel.

G= Goofy

Sirius does have a quite a few jokes up his sleeve - especially slick comments; he is James Potter’s #2 afterall. In the moment, I think he would slip some jokes especially if it was a good day.

H=Hair

Sirius does come from a wealthy, Pureblood family and even though he left when he was sixteen, that doesn’t mean he left all that he learned at the door. I don’t think he would shave, but he would definitely keep it well-groomed and he wouldn’t be fussy about women shaving either. As long as bugs aren’t crawling around in that forest, he’s good.

I= Intimacy

Sirius is no hardcore Romeo, but he does have a romantic streak in him that I think would creep out when he has sex with a woman. Lots of kissing, whispers of ‘I love you - even hand-holding.

J= Jack off

He masturbates, but not a lot. I think before his first time he would have masturbated more, but since he could get pretty much any girl he wanted at Hogwarts, Sirius didn’t see a need to masturbate on a daily basis.

K= Kink

As I’ve mentioned before, Sirius would be characterized as a switch; however, he would lean more towards his dominant side. When Sirius is in the lead role, I think he would be into tying his lady love up with just about anything - rope, his tie, handcuffs etc. Hell, he would even tie you up with your own underwear somehow. Even when he isn’t in the lead, he wouldn’t mind being tied up either.

L= Location

I think Sirius would prefer to do the deed in the bedroom, but that doesn’t stop him from living on the edge once in a while. For that reason, I believe he would be into quickies because of his slight exhibitionist tendencies. Again, he’s not into Voyeurism, but I believe he would love the thrill of having sex in the Potions classroom before class starts when no one has arrived.

M= Motivation

Since he’s a butt kind of guy, I think he would absolutely go mad for girls in short shorts - the daisy duke kind; that’s why he always told James and the other marauders that summer was his favorite season.

N= No

Even though Sirius likes to dabble in lots of things, I don’t think he would be into hard bondage such as pain play or gagging. He would probably try it once and that was it.

O= Oral

With experience comes skill and Sirius has it; he would give oral to a woman very well, and yet I think he would prefer to receive oral because he leans more to his dominant side. To compromise every once in a while, he would do 69 so the two of you would get the best of both worlds. He would be happy and so would you.

P= Pace

Despite him preferring to lead, I think his pace would generally be quite slow and sensual. Remember, Sirius does have a romantic streak so he would want to savor the moment as much as possible. He would only speed up as his climax builds.

Q = Quickie

Yup, he’s into it. Refer to location for more on that.

R = Risk

As a marauder, he does take risks. Refer to location for more on that.

S = Stamina

I’m not sure if Sirius played Quidditch or not, but I think regardless of that he would be quite fit; not ripped, but he is proud of how firm his body is. I believe he could go for a few rounds. Not more than 10, but definitely more than 5.

T= Toys

He wouldn’t own any himself, but Sirius would definitely use and buy them for his significant other, especially something like a vibrator.

U= Unfair

As mentioned many times before, he’s a marauder so I think his goofiness would cause him to tease quite a lot - sometimes to the point where you’re both laughing.

V=Volume

Sirius, for some reason, looks like he could wake up an entire neighborhood with his groans and moans - especially when he’s reaching a climax. So, I think he’s one of the loud ones and he doesn’t apologize for it either. He would probably say something smart like, “I hope they heard me so they know not to disturb us.”

W= Wildcard

When those rare moments come up for him to be submissive, Sirius would continue to tease you - especially if you ride him. He would probably spontaneously jolt upwards to penetrate deeper just to put you off. He might regret it later on, but to him it was always worth it.

X= X-ray

Flaccid: 4 inches

Erect: 6 inches

Sirius is more thick than long

Y= Yearning

I would think that his sex drive is pretty average. He’s not going to attack you every time he sees you, but I do think if you tease him enough then that would put him in the mood.

Z= ZZZ

It really depends on how many rounds the two of you go through; generally, I think he wouldn’t fall asleep before you, but if the two of you were meeting during NEWT exams, for example, then he would definitely fall asleep first because he would probably be cramming like any teenage boy would.

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Some responses to Earthworm Discourse:

g u e s s a g a i n

Honestly, though, I still rescue earthworms from sidewalks and have since I was a child in our little informal, weird-girl, after-school bug-club, as I’m sure many of us did and still do. All life has value. (Still feeling confused about the ethical/ecological implications of rescuing non-native worms. When so many United States cities present as sanitized, sterilized, anonymous concrete-asphalt landscapes - covered in manicured non-native grass lawns - are the already-firmly-entrenched non-native earthworms causing much more damage in residential lawns if you save a few, so long as you avoid introducing them to intact ecological sites outside city limits? No pun intended, but that discourse is a whole other can of worms. Discussion for another time.) So I’ve seen some disparaging remarks made about the Moral Character of non-native earthworms, so obligatory statement: Earthworms of course are not villains or actively malevolent. Colonization; Indigenous dispossession; empire; profit-oriented thinking; industrial monoculture; large-scale geoengineering over years to reshape the entirety of the Turtle Island and Latin American landscapes as if they were “bountiful” European farms populated by “familiar and comforting” European species, etc. - earthworms are a physical manifestation of those issues.

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[Spokesman Review - 20 November 1999. Andrea Vogt, staff writer.]

Two of the largest and most iconic native earthworms on the continent are actually found west of the Rockies. Shout-out to [a commenter] for explicitly name-dropping the beautiful and alluring Palouse giant earthworm (Driloleirus americanus), a rare and elusive species, one of the earthworm species actually native west of the Rockies (from the Washington-Idaho border in the Inland Northwest). [More on the worm.] It lives in the Palouse Hills; in the nearby Nez Perce Prairie and Lower Clearwater canyon system; and in some sites in Washington’s East Cascades ecoregion. Much of the Palouse has been converted to agriculture, damaging the soil, and the worm was apparently missing for decades until recent encounters confirmed that it’s still alive. The Palouse giant earthworm and the endangered Oregon giant earthworm (Driloleirus macelfreshi) - from prairie-oak woodland of Willamette Valley - are both contenders for the title of “largest native earthworm in North America.”

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Excellent info:

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Nice to hear some info on boreal environments, thank you @theeclectickoalastudent - This is also how tiger salamanders (Ambystoma mavoritum) - native in North America east of the Great Basin - were artificially introduced to Mediterranean California: People were importing salamander larvae as fishing bait. (Pretty brutal to begin with, if you ask me.) And now the iconic, unique California tiger salamander (Ambystoma californiense) - endemic only to California and which was already endangered - is forced to directly compete to reclaim its own oak woodland and chaparral habitat from its introduced relative. And we can’t let United States “conservation” and land management agencies and institutions off the hook for the obscene and mind-boggling scale of damage they’ve historically done stocking non-native sport fish species in watersheds of the American West, followed by the stocking of non-native crustaceans to feed the fish. (Speaking of non-native species threatening salamanders, I was [just] hyperfixating the other day on how the Mazama newt - endemic only to Crater Lake, Oregon - may soon be driven extinct by the voracious introduced crayfish species Pacifastacus leniusculus.)

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Important disclaimer, by the way: I also wanted to clarify something, so I’m reposting some text I recently shared. Regarding the worm post, I wanted to say: [I know some people who have shared “unleash earthworms” posts clearly did so because: fun; irony; joke; etc. (And, yea, I really like imagining invertebrates/writhing creatures as emblems of resistance/anti-imperialism: “We’re worms, we’ve been stepped on for years, we persist! And our reward for submitting to the decay of the soil is to be engulfed in the loving embrace of one million mycorrhyzal fungal tendrils; by submerging ourselves into the soil we are really a s c e n d i n g.”) I was not vauge-posting about y’all. Like I said previously, I think peoples’ hearts are in the right place and I generally like people I meet here in anti-imperialist/ecology-oriented circles. I think that the originators of the most recent iterations of those posts were clearly being playful. My green tea-fueled ranting about Problematic Worm Etiquette is mostly due to: (1) sometimes I get Like That, (2) I’ll concoct any excuse to talk about Great Lakes regional ecology, and (3) I know some - not all - people were taking “release worms!” advice seriously, so figured it be nice to be explicit.]

On that note, regarding earthworm introduction as a means to improve your own access to food (via garden) or food (via using them as fishing bait): I did definitely see some people being serious about this, so it’s worth noting the irony of a well-meaning action which nevertheless deliberately introduces European species, erasing/degrading native ecology, and also resulting in the destruction of Indigenous foodsheds. Reshaping the Earth, remolding the continent, and promoting the physical/literal invasion of a European species in the hopes of making the land more “fruitful” and “bountiful”? In my US and/or Canada? Just as likely as you think.

Really important stuff right here:

(Sugar maple is one of the plant species most susceptible to death when non-native earthworms invade nearby soul. Thank you for sharing this, @aanzheni)

A map of native foodshed regions of Turtle Island/North America, based on a template originally made by ethnobiologist Gary Paul Nabhan, presenting hypothetical “food regions” and reflecting the vital local staple foods.

Sugar maple is important.

I talk too much, but @big-edies-sun-hat said it more tastefully:

@nonsensikelly - Thank you for the info. (And yea, earthworms are well-entrenched in temperate North America.)

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I really am not a good person to ask. (Though I’d identify some blatantly obvious solutions - Indigenous autonomy and land management; the dismantling of industrial monoculture crop extraction and associated industry; etc.) I’m not a soil scientist, botanist, entomologist, or technical ecologist/biologist (more into environmental geography/history). However, I had your comment in mind when I wrote [this post] about loss of forest understory and savannafication in the Midwest, addressing why it is that so much earthworm research comes from schools/institutions in Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, and Ontario, due partially to the critical ecological importance of the northern central hardwoods forests as a frontline against worm expansion into boreal environments.

@mi-el-lat I know @cedar-glade already responded to you and it’s worth reposting:

also from cedar-glade, but formatted so the link is clickable:

you can get idea about how gray the knowledge of both invasive earthworms and the effects of potentially invasive predators are from many articles out now a days trying to figure out ecological dynamics of earthworms in any shape or form. https://www.inhs.illinois.edu/resources/inhsreports/may-jun00/worm/

Since a lot of invasive earthworm research and dialogue focuses on the Great Lakes region, we’re in luck because Tumblr might have a resident expert so to speak, since I’m pretty sure @starfoozle specializes in Great Lakes-region invasive species. Regarding “What Can Be Done” to rally community effort, for someone with experience in Midwest landscapes specifically involving citizen science and community engagement with ecology, shout-out to @glumshoe.

And if you’ve got questions about botany, soil, and plant ecology generally, these people are much better scientists than me. They know exactly what they’re talking about and I cannot recommend them highly enough: @spatheandspadix / @botanyshitposts / cedarglade, again ... all of whomst also have firsthand experience with plants and ecosystems of the Midwest and Great Lakes.

Sorry for the long post!

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Fukigen na Mononokean Ch. 76

Day one of the search for Aoi comes to a close, bookended by a special guest and, a present?!

Please remember to check out the official English release when it comes out, preferably on Crunchyroll if you’re able to!

The newest chapter can be read on the official website by clicking the yellow button labeled 読む!

Fukigen na Mononokean Chapter 76 - Starry Tree

Page 1

Ashiya: AOI-SAAN!

Ashiya: Are you around?!

Ashiya: Hello, good morning?

Ashiya: Not here...

Ashiya: Aoi-saan!

Ashiya: Where are you?

Ashiya: Sigh...

Ashiya: They're not here...

Page 2

Ashiya: I wonder how many hours have passed since we started searching?

Ashiya: It looks like it's slowly getting dark around here...

(I'm not sure we'll be able to find our way back if it gets much darker...)

Ashiya: Abeno-saan!

Ashiya: Shouldn't we be getting back to the Mononokean sooon!?

Ashiya: The daylight's fading!

Abeno: ...

Ashiya: ...Hm?

Page 3

Ashiya: Abeno-san, are you listening?

(sfx: WHACK)

Ashiya: OWW!

Abeno: !?

Abeno: It's dark...

Abeno: Damn... The day's already over. (I didn't notice...)

(Ashiya: I even tried to approach you quietly so I wouldn't get hit...)

Page 4

Abeno: We've got no choice... Let's stop here for today.

(Ashiya: I curse you...)

Ashiya: Before that, aren't you going to say something about my cheek?

Abeno: There's a compress in the medicine box.

(Ashiya: You should apologize first!)

Ashiya: !

Ashiya: The bugs are all leaving...

Abeno: That's because we're about to enter the range of the barrier.

Page 5

Abeno: Speaking of that, there might still be some tiny insects that have attached themselves to folds of your kimono.

We should be careful.

Ashiya: That's the purification water we used to take care of the insects, right!

Abeno: Correct.

Abeno: Very good job.

Ashiya: (cough) A... Abeno-san... You're not going to burn the plague plants growing outside the barrier?

Abeno: That's right.

We're limited by how much medicine Kiyakudo can prepare. Out here the plague plants grow like

weeds, so we'd run out right away if we used it like that. (cough)

Page 6

Abeno: Alright... Let's get back to the Mononokean.

Ashiya: Yes!

[In the end, we didn't find any clues on our first day of searching...]

[But!]

[We did learn that there's a dead-end in the forest!

We were only able to search for around half a day, but we'll be able to use the whole day tomorrow!]

Page 7

[It's okay!! We'll definitely find them!!]

Ashiya: Aoi-san!!! We'll be back tomorrow!!

Page 10

Ashiya: I'm baaack! Uwaaah! Hahaha, you're tickling me, Fuzzy!!

Ashiya: (Fuzzy~) You were waiting around the whole time for us?

Abeno: We're back.

Page 11

Legislator: Welcome back!

Abeno: ...Ah?

Legislator: Itsuki! Ashiya-kun! Good work with day one of your search for Aoi!

Merry Christmas!

Ashiya: Merry Christmas...

Page 12

Legislator: According to the Mundane world's calendar, today is Christmas Eve, a day of feast?

Legislator: People enjoy the roasted meat of large birds and deep red alcohol made from fruits, right~~?

Legislator: That sounds nice... I wanna try it! It's called wine, right?

Legislator: Itsuki~~ Run off and buy some wine for me! (Merry Christmas.)

Abeno: Who was it? That one who told this festival-loving guy about the culture of the Mundane world... (It definitely wasn't me.)

Ashiya: According to the laws of the Mundane world, a minor can't buy alcohol.

Legislator: (Oh no...) So buying it is no good... How disappointing...

Legislator: Oh, that's right!

Legislator: At the end of the feast, isn't there a dessert called a cake?

Legislator: Go buy a ca...

Abeno: I refuse.

Abeno: Now take down the decorations you put up without permission and go home, you drunkard.

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Legislator: I-tsu-ki.

Legislator: Go buy a cake. That's an order.

(Legislator: Merry Christmas.)

Abeno: ...Understood.

Page 14

Abeno: If you're going that far, then I'll buy some... In exchange, will you eat every single bite...?

Ashiya: (That expression says he's planning to torture him by forcing him to eat the entire cake he buys...!! [One that's the size of a wedding cake...!!])

Ashiya: (If Abeno-san buys that cake, the Legislator's blood sugar will be in the danger zone!!)

(I have to stop this blonde devil from going to a cake shop on Christmas Eve somehow!)

Abeno: Mononokean, open a door to the store...

(Legislator: Yay, cake, cake!)

[Mononokean: Okay!]

Ashiya: (Ah! That's it!)

Ashiya: There's Christmas cake at my house!

Ashiya: I'll go bring some in so please wait just a moment!!

(Ashiya: I'm home!!)

(Nara: Welcome back~!)

(Ashiya: Thanks for the cake!!)

(Nara: Hanae, where are you going?!)

Page 15

Legislator: ~~~Mm!

Legislator: So this is cake~! What a delightful thing!

Legislator: I could get used to this airy texture! (Thank you, Ashiya-kun!)

Ashiya: I'm glad it suits your palate.

Abeno: You got to eat it, so will you go home?

If you thought we were going to hang out all night for your feast, then I'm sorry.

Legislator: When you say that, it makes me want to stay a little longer!

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Legislator: Don't worry, I'll be heading out soon enough.

Legislator: After all, you have work tomorrow, right?

Legislator: So... How did it go?

Legislator: Was there any response on your search from Aoi?

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Abeno: ...No.

Abeno: I don't have anything worth reporting.

Legislator: I see.

Abeno: Was that your reason for coming here today?

Legislator: No? But since we were talking, I thought I'd ask.

Page 18

Legislator: The reason I came here today is what I put in the alcove.

Abeno: Ha?

Ashiya: In the alcove...?

Abeno: How unpleasant... What did you put there...?

Legislator: Ah, that's no good! You're not allowed to look at it until tomorrow! (Shall I make it an order?)

Abeno: And leave that suspicious thing lying around...!?

Legislator: How cruel~~ It's nothing like that.

It's more like... An aid to help you with your prayers, maybe?

Abeno: ?

Page 19

Legislator: Thank you for the food, Ashiya-kun!

(Legislator: I'll give you back the red doll on top.)

Legislator: Well then... I'll take Itsuki's advice and go home.

Mononokean, connect a door to Newt Lake for me.

Mononokean: Very well.

Page 20

Legislator: Alright, you two. Good luck at work tomorrow!

Merry Christmas!

Shizuku: Big brother...?! Where have you been skipping work at!! (The Mononokean!?)

Legislator: Hey, Shizuku. I'm back~

(Ashiya: Merry Christmas....)

Page 21

Ashiya: Is it okay not to wait til tomorrow?

Page 22

Ashiya: (Isn't that medicine for the parasitic shrub..!)

Abeno: ......

Abeno: That Legislator... What is thinking bringing medicine for parasitic shrub here... (Suspicious...)

Page 23

Mononokean: He said, "If Aoi's still alive, they'll probably need this."

Mononokean: "After all, the medicine that Itsuki has now has gotten old, so its potency has decreased over time..."

It seems like he asked Koura-sama to buy them for him.

Abeno: So... this is actually supposed to be helpful...

Abeno: Suspicious... For the Legislator to use his own funds for something before himself... If I accept this, who knows what kind of scheme I'll be dragged into in the end...

Ashiya: You shouldn't doubt him that much... (It's amazing how cautious you are toward your own boss...)

Page 24

Ashiya: I think it would be fine to accept it as an innocent gift, though?

Abeno: Ah?

Ashiya: It is... However you look at it,

Ashiya: A Christmas present, right?

Page 25

Ashiya: Right? Mononokean?

Mononokean: Merry Christmas!

Abeno: (So...) It's because of his eccentricity...

Abeno: But why say, "Don't look at it until tomorrow..."

Mononokean: Doesn't Santa leave presents tonight so that they can be opened during Chirstmas morning?

Abeno: I see... So you were the culprit who filled the Legislator's head with all sorts of unnecessary information...

Abeno: What, you're keeping quiet now?

Ashiya: Don't worry about it...

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Abeno: It would be rude to try to return it, so...

I guess I should obediently accept it...

Ashiya: You should properly express your thanks to Legislator-Santa tomorrow.

Abeno: (Ah?) We let him have some cake, so that isn't necessary.

Ashiya: Ah, that's right!

There's still some Christmas cake left. Do you want to come have some?

Abeno: I'll refuse.

Ashiya: As I expected...

Page 27

Sis: Ha-na-e!

Sis: Huh?

Sis: He's not here...

(Hanae: Thanks for the cake!!)

Sis: That's strange... Where did he run off with that cake? (Don't tell me he went out...?)

Sis: I wanted him to see this year's Christmas present already...

Page 28

(Ticket: Hot Springs Inn Guest Voucher

Traditional Inn & Hotel.

One guest for a 1-night, 2-day stay, 2 meals included. Valid until 12/31.)

Sis: A family trip for the end of the year!

(Ashiya: I'm hooome!)

Sis: Ah!

Sis: Ha-na-e!

Sis: Merry Christmas!

#fukigen na mononokean #fukigen na mononokean translation #fukigen na mononokean 76 #fukigen na mononokean chapter 76 #The Morose Mononokean #manga translation

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gwenpendragns · 4 years ago

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ooo for the ship questions give me all the evens for drew and ron!

My loves! You got it, love!

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

What was their first impression of each other?

So their very first impressions of each other are from first year, obviously, so Ron thinks she’s a typical pureblood elitist and Drew honestly just doesn’t give him a second glance. After the world cup, their first real interaction and introduction happens and things are a little different. Ron thinks Drew’s pretty cool and badass for sticking up to the Malfoys and Drew thinks Ron is swell if not a bit of a dork.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Hm so this is a little complicated - Ron felt romantic feelings first (ever since the world cup, actually) but he took a long time to accept it, like until he sees Drew dancing with Theodore at the Yule Ball he doesn’t accept his feelings. Drew, however, felt them a little later (once they start hanging out after he isolates himself from Harry), but it takes her like a day to accept them. When she first thinks she’s like nah but the next time she sees him she’s like yes okay I am a simp.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

At first Ron would be like???? She’s basically a Malfoy??? Absolutely not???? But after their third interaction would be like yeah okay so we’re meant to be. Drew on the other hand would be like okay, sick, sounds good.

GENERAL

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Drew’s plan was for their first date to be the yule ball but Ron is an idiot so when she asks he’s like you? Me? This is not a funny joke??? And basically turns her down by accident and she’s v upset about it. After they kiss and makeup like three days after the ball they talk about their feelings and Ron asks Drew to go to the tea shop in Hogsmeade together (halfway through they decide the tea shop is a product of the devil and go drink butterbear at the three broomsticks instead).

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

All of the above. Their first kiss is together and super awkward and lots of teeth but very cute. Drew had a crush on Theodore in third year and went to the ball with him but that’s the extent of her romantic endeavors. Ron went to the ball with Padma but that was it for him.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

OOO! Okay so the Finkles absolutely adore Ron, he is the son/brother they never had and they just think he’s the best. Ron gets along so well with them and he adores all the attention. Drew loves the Weasley family and her personality is a perfect match for the twins plus Ginny kind of looks up to her and they form some unspoken parabatai shit. Drew thinks Bill and Charlie are the coolest people in the world and when she’s thinking of her future career she owls back and forth with Charlie. Molly adores her but Drew gets on a little better with Arthur, they’re best pals tbh.

Who gets jealous easier?

Honestly both of them are quite the jealous type. And the same type of jealous - angry, lots of scoffs and little quips and they both have their time to shine. Ron in GoF during the Yule Ball and Drew in HBP with Lavender (important to mention that Drew and Lavender are never friends but in HBP after Drew and Ron get back together Drew talks to Lavender and apologizes for how jealous and angry she’d been towards her and they forgive one another bc we don’t stan women hating women IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE)

LOVE

What are their primary love languages?

AHEM Ron’s love languages are a tie between quality time and words of affirmation. Drew’s are quality time and physical touch 100%!

What are their favorite things to do together?

Quidditch!! Honestly just talking because their conversations are wild. Just being with one another whether that’s doing homework, talking, cooking, cleaning, etc.

Who’s more protective?

Hmm again probably a tie? Drew is a very aggressive and protective person in general like even before they were together she’s defending him and his family to Lucius. But Ron becomes ten times more protective once he has feelings for her and even more when they’re together - if anyone says one bad thing, is rude to her, etc. Ron is finna pound their fucking face in.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Their theme song is Couple of Kids by Maggie Lindemann; some others are It’s Nice to Have a Friend by Taylor Swift and Would That I by Hozier.

DOMESTIC LIFE

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

It’s the biggest wedding in the world both of their families are ginormous like Drew’s dad’s siblings and their families come all the way from America. Plus they invite all their Hogwarts friends - they’re both extroverts and Molly loves a good chance to host. Drew’s favourite colour is red and Ron’s a Gryffindor so they decide on that as their main colour - their bouquets are dark maroon, plum and light pink. Harry is Ron’s best man, Adabelle is Drew’s maid of honour. Drew’s dress goes to just below her knees, has a sweetheart neck with lace trimming forming short sleeves and lace trim at the bottom and Ron wears a nice maroon suit. They have it at the Burrow.

Do they have any pets?

Drew goes into Magizoology so of course she’s got millions of little creatures milling about but she keeps them in the ‘greenhouse’ (code for a greenhouse that resembles Newt Scamander’s suitcase in Fantastic Beasts on the inside). The family pets are a family of Puffkein (a.k.a. Poffles) that the kids use as their pets at Hogwarts; a family owl that resembles Ron’s first owl Pigwidgeon that they name Wilbert; and of course, Ron comes home one day with a giant Newfoundland dog he names Eddie (he cut the ‘F’ from Fred’s name and said it was because Eddie looks like Fred).

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Drew - one thing that never changes is Ron’s fear of bugs. To be specific, Drew does not kill the bugs, she releases them outside (Ron would prefer if she bludgened them to death).

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Honestly their both very sleepy people but Drew has a little more discipline from quidditch and she has a bunch of creatures to care for so Ron is always begging for just another five minutes of time in bed together.

#oc: drew #pairing: ronella #otp: starcrossed #type: asks

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Bungie Weekly Update - 5/7/20

This week at Bungie, Guardian Games nears the finish line. But before we dive into our weekly update, here’s a word from Luke Smith about a topic on many players’ mind these days: Eververse.

REWARDS IN DESTINY 2

Hey everyone,

This week’s update is going to look at some of the changes coming to Destiny 2’s rewards. As you know, rewards for your character come from a variety of places: Playlists where you find random folks to play with, aspirational activities like Raids, Trials, and Dungeons where you form up a Fireteam, and even Eververse, where you sling some Silver or Bright Dust back at us for items you want. However, in today’s Destiny 2, the balance of the game’s rewards is not where we want it to be. To be blunt, there isn’t enough pursuit out in the world. We’re going to fix it.

Let’s get to it.

All of this and more is planned for Destiny 2 Year 4:

VANITY AND ACCESSORY (SHIPS, GHOSTS & SPARROWS) CHANGES

We will be adding a Transmogrification feature to Destiny 2.

This will allow players to turn their Armor into Universal Ornaments.

We plan to allow players to do this with in-game effort OR Silver.

This feature is in early development and is expected sometime during Year 4.

Each Season we will deliver an aspirational pursuit for armor. We haven’t done this consistently in Destiny 2.

This armor will come from activities, not the Season Pass nor Eververse

As an example: We removed the Eververse Armor from Season 11 and itemized it into an aspirational activity, because this is the right thing to do for the game.

We are improving the rewards for Aspirational Activities (Raids, Trials, Dungeons)

Going forward, Aspirational Activities will reward players with power, items, and vanity.

When we build an Aspirational Activity it will have at least one accessory to pursue.

The team is working on Adept Weapons for Trials of Osiris.

Trials will get new Armor (aka not reprisal), accessories, and weapons in Season 13.

Trials will get new Armor every year.

Destiny’s next Raid will have brand new Armor, Weapons, and Exotic Accessories to pursue (no spoilers).

Beginning in Season 12, we will no longer be selling ships, ghost shells, sparrows, or armor ornaments in Eververse that are visually based on themes from Aspirational Activities.

We are not planning on changing existing items as that is time we could be spending on itemizing the future.

CORE PLAYLIST REWARDS CHANGES (STRIKES, GAMBIT, AND CRUCIBLE)

We are adding a new set of Armor for the core playlists (Strikes, Gambit, and Crucible).

This armor shares a set of new geometry, with decals and shaders specific to the activity.

We will create new sets like this each Year (e.g., Year 4, Year 5, Year 6, etc.)

This set will arrive alongside the next Expansion.

Starting in Season 12, we are adding a new Pursuit Weapon each Season.

This weapon can be earned by playing your preferred Core playlist.

This weapon will have activity-specific Legendary Skins that can be unlocked in each playlist.

We will no longer be selling new Legendary Weapon Ornaments in Eververse.

DUST AND ENGRAMS.

We are making it easier for you to earn Bright Dust.

We will be moving away from character-specific ways to earn Bright Dust and more toward Account-specific paths.

This change is geared toward giving one-character players significantly more Bright Dust than they earn today.

We’re updating the Bright Engram to be more relevant than it is today.

The earned Bright Engram in the Season Pass will be updated to include various Year 3 Eververse items previously sold for Silver and Bright Dust. And going forward, that Bright Engram will update each Season to include Eververse items from 3+ seasons prior.

On behalf of all of us at Bungie, we hope you and yours are safe and well. We know you could be doing anything with your free time, and so, so many of you are spending it in our worlds. Thanks, and stay safe. See you soon, -Luke Smith And now back to your regularly scheduled TWAB!

NEARING THE FINISH LINE

Look, you know it. I know it. Titans have taken a stand, owning the Guardian Games since Day 2 of the event. They’ve held strong against the book-reading Warlocks. They laugh in the face of fashion-centric Hunters like myself. After years of taking a backseat and avoiding the spotlight, Titans are showing off their Light brighter than they ever have before.

The more I think about this, the less surprised I am. Going into the event, I knew Titans would show up… maybe not to this extent, but Titans always have a way of being there when you need them. Day in and day out, Titans are standing strong in the face of darkness to protect the citizens of the Last City. Even if I was hoping for more Hunter wins, I can’t help but acknowledge the unrelenting strength here. Good stuff, Titans. You all deserve a bit more credit than folks give you.

We still have a few days left of this event, all contributing two points to daily standings. Warlocks, Hunters… these are your last chances to make a statement. Will you swap placements before the end of the games, or have you embraced your second and third place standings, respectively? Let’s see what you’ve got.

Now, let’s look at the rest of this week’s topics. Guardian’s Heart is coming to a close, and we have a final list of Bungie Bounty targets for you to hunt in support of charity, as well as a forecast of the final Iron Banner for this season.

GUARDIAN’S HEART UPDATE: FINAL WEEK

The Guardian’s Heart Charity Initiative has entered its final week. If you’ve been following along, we hit our $700,000 goal last week! Knowing this community, though, we aren’t even close to done yet. At the time of writing this article, you’ve already helped raise another $50k to help those impacted by the COVID-19 pandemic. We still have a slew of Bungie Bounties to place on the heads of our community in support of this charity event. Here’s who you’ll be looking for over the next few days:

May 8 - Phammy at 1:00 AM on PC (Australia)

May 8 - Benj and PolarBear at 10:00 AM on PC (UK)

May 8 - Kinda Funny and What’s Good Games at 12:00 PM on PS4

May 9 - Zoe_ at 5:00 AM on PC (UK)May 11 - Jarv and HOUNDISH at 10:00 AM on Xbox (UK)

The Guardian’s Heart Initiative ends at 10:00 AM Pacific on May 12, 2020. If you would like to support this charity initiative and receive the Guardian’s Heart emblem, please donate $20 or more to the Tiltify page before this deadline!

Again, thank you to everyone who has donated thus far. I don’t think any of us could have imagined a pandemic like this in our lifetimes. To see Guardians coming together once again to support those in need warms our hearts. Thank you.

IRON FINALE

Next week, Lord Saladin returns to the Tower, hosting the final Iron Banner of the season. If you dig 6v6 power-enabled combat, this is your time to shine. Saladin will bring his final round of weekly bounties, each of which rewarding pinnacle power gear. Let’s say you’ve been striking out on that final Heavy Weapon – Iron Banner may grant you the Rocket Launcher you need to finish your pinnacle journey for this season.

As this is the final Iron Banner of the season, this serves as last call for a few rewards.

Iron Remembrance Armor Sets

Cast Iron Emblem

Iron Precious Shader

Additionally, this will be your last chance to earn the Point of the Stag Pursuit Bow. This weapon will not be available during Season 11, so get in there and complete your quest! Who knows, maybe you’ll fall in love with a new Bowfriend.

Iron Banner and Bonus Valor will be available from 10 AM Pacific on May 12, running through 10 AM Pacific on May 19.

BUG BASHERS

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a thousand times more: The only good bug is a dead one. The Player Support team is vigilant, diving into as many #Help threads as they can each day to diagnose issues, distribute help articles, and find new issues in Destiny 2.

This is their report.

SMALL FIRETEAM XP BUFF

Fireteams who play together, stay together, which is why it’s important to reward them for their dedication. Earlier this week Bungie Help tweeted out an issue identified with the Season Pass Small Fireteam XP Buff:

An issue has been identified with a fix in progress where a small amount of the Season Pass Small Fireteam XP Boosts aren’t always applied to players appropriately. Regular XP Boosts aren’t impacted. Stay tuned to our This Week at Bungie blog post this week for more information.

We concluded that, in the worst-case scenario, this issue is unlikely to have impacted players more than a single Season Pass rank. We expect to deploy a fix by patch 2.8.1.2 on May 19.

ERROR CODES

Destiny Player Support is investigating increases in connection-based error codes, including BEAVER, ANTEATER, and RABBIT, with priority set to NEWT and WATERCRESS errors.

As we continue to investigate solutions for players affected by persistent WATERCRESS errors, Destiny Player Support has set up an investigation timeline for players to track the progress of our internal investigations into the issue. This thread will continue to be updated with the latest information as it becomes available and until a solution is found.

KNOWN ISSUES

While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum:

The Doom Fang Pauldron exotic Titan gauntlets gain Super energy inconsistently on Void melee kills.

The Warlord’s End perk on Felwinter’s Helm exotic Warlock helmet activates inconsistently with melee and Finisher kills.

Performing a Finisher while wearing the Severance Enclosure exotic Titan chest piece will not count Finisher kills towards bounties.

The end of a TWAB usually means that we’re nearing the end of a Thursday… which leads to another weekend of Trials. While Trials is a predictable Friday offering, we’ve seen some feedback that things shouldn’t be too predictable. This week’s Trials of Osiris map will be [Redacted]!

Wait, what? Didn’t I confirm that Trials maps were on a set rotation per season? Yeah… I totally did. But that’s the beauty of a live game, things can change. The team has been looking at your feedback daily since Trials launched, and some things are a bit easier to change than others. For the foreseeable future, Trials maps will be on a random rotation. If anything changes with those plans, we’ll be sure to let you know.

Have a good weekend, and we’ll see you again next week. Cheers,-Dmg04

#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Destiny 2: Forsaken #Bungie Weekly Update #long post

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nincompoopydoo · 6 years ago

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Tea at Newt's

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x reader

Words: 1400+

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I absolutely loved your last Theseus imagine and I was wondering if you could do another, maybe when Newt knows that either the reader or Theseus has a crush on the other, and accidentally spills it to the other person? Thank you so much if you write it ❤️!

Note: Honestly, this is currently my favourite Theseus one shot I ever written huhu :)

Masterlist

“Y/N, I really suggest you tell Theseus about your feelings.” Newt said, sipping on a cup of tea.

Your eyes grew wide, nearly dropping your cup as you shook your head vigorously, “No. Never. Not in a million years.”

Newt let out a sigh of frustration as he gently placed his cup on the table, “And live a life full of regrets?” he rose his eyebrow.

“Yes, exactly!” you snapped, placing your now empty cup on the table.

Newt let of a chuckle, massaging his temples, “You’re unbelievable, Y/N.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a smug look as you knew you won this round.

Ever since you had admitted your love for a certain older Scamander to Newt, he had been bugging you to confess to the man himself. Initially, you never minded it by simply ignoring him, however it had grown to be rather infuriating which turned into a competition every time Newt brought it up.

Nevertheless, you knew you couldn’t tell Theseus about how you felt about him, in fear of jeopardizing your ‘friendship’. Sure, you always will have your best friend, Newt, on your side but if your relationship between you and Theseus were to be put on the line, Newt would be caught between his best friend and his own brother. You could never let him go through a situation like that.

As a matter of fact, you never wanted to fall for the man. In fact, you never really bothered about the Theseus in the beginning but as soon as you had started working at the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, mainly as an Obliviator.

You had stumbled upon him in the lift one day and exchanged an awkward conversation. It was when the lift had become packed which ended up in the two of you standing too close for your liking, your heart began beating erratically in your chest. His fingers brushed against yours unintentionally due to the tight squeeze, you felt the heat rise up to your cheeks as Theseus beamed at you before turning his attention forward.

At that moment, you knew you had fallen into that hole.

Of course, you definitely knew Theseus worked at the Ministry as well, with his reputation as war hero, Head of Auror and the gossip you would overhear from your women colleagues about him. It was hard not to think about him from time to time.

Your accidental meet with him in the lift wasn’t the end. The two of you would unintentionally run into each after working hours and coincidentally live around the same area. It was like fate itself hated you or something. You never wanted to seem rude by avoiding him, he was after all your best friend’s brother yet you couldn’t be in the same room with the man without looking fully crimson in the cheeks. It had become rather irritating at one point.

In spite of that, you solemnly swore to Merlin’s beard words of confession about this particular crush you have on Theseus would never leave your mouth.

Your lips were sealed.

Unless, someone else decided otherwise.

“I need to get home, Newt. My mother has decided that it would appropriate to visit and my flat currently looks like a rat’s nest.” you said, shrugging on your coat as you put on your hat. “Thank you for the tea and for showing me the new Mooncalf.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. Come again and maybe I’ll try to invite my brother for tea.” Newt smiled with an irritatingly smug, shoving his hands in his pockets. You simply rolled your eyes, adjusting your hat.

“You’re naming the Mooncalf Harry.”

“Harry’s a terrible name.”

“No exceptions. I’m his mother now. Goodbye, Newton.” you patted his shoulder.

As you swung the front door open, you nearly stumbled at the sight of a slightly confused and surprised Theseus Scamander, looking like a true angel. You felt your heart stutter in your chest.

Merlin’s Beard.

“Oh, Hello, Y/N.” he said, smiling ever so charmingly as you instantly felt your knees go weak.

“Uh, hello, Theseus.” you gave a small smile, eyes darting everywhere but him. Newt was apparently still standing there, hidden from Theseus’s view, and not trying to help you at all. You swore you could hex him.

“So, what are you doing here?” the tension in the was so thick, you could hardly breathe at that very moment.

“I was, um, I was actually here for tea and now leaving. So, uh, it was nice meeting you.” You walked right past him, quickly apparated back to your flat before something you would’ve not liked happened. Theseus stood there for a moment, completely confused and slightly hurt by your sudden exit. He had only wanted to spark up a conversation with you.

His thoughts were interrupted by his brother, Newt, appearing in the doorway immediately reminding him what he had initially come here for.

“What brings you here, Theseus?” Newt rose his eyebrow, knowing all too well Theseus would never just simply show up at his house.

“If you don’t mind the trouble, Newt. I was actually here to talk about, well, Y/N.” he smiled softly at his younger brother as he fidgeted with a loose thread from his coat.

“Oh?” Newt moved aside, letting Theseus pass through and into the house, shutting the door.

Theseus let out a sigh as he sat on his brother’s sofa, looking rather distressed as Newt took a seat in the armchair right beside him.

“Newt, I know she’s your best friend but I need to get this off my chest and I have no clue who else I could tell but you.” he ran his fingers through his hair, avoiding all possible eye contact with Newt. This was very unlike him.

“Go on.” he smiled softly at his brother, gesturing him to go on despite the fact he certainly knew what Theseus was about to confess.

Theseus paused for a moment, trying to put his thoughts into words, “I never really took notice of Y/N when the two of you were still in Hogwarts to begin with, only seeing her as my little brother’s best friend. But there was this time when I had bumped into her in the lift at work and from then on, I could not stop thinking about her.”

The corners of Newt’s lips quirked up in amusement, the exact same words as Theseus had left your mouth when you admitted your feelings for the older Scamander.

This should be interesting.

“It’s just, It’s just that I think I fancy her. A lot.” he sighed with relief, feeling the weight on his shoulders lift off.

“Well, Y/N fancies you a lot too.” the younger Scamander blurted. He silently cursed himself for letting your little secret out, knowing all too well you would be coming to hex him at any moment once you find out.

Theseus’ eyes snapped up to look at his brother as his eyes grew wide with shock and a slight hint of disbelief, “Really?”

“Yes, she does. We were actually talking about it earlier on.”

Newt stared at his now silent brother, his eyes darting everywhere, Theseus looked like he was having a panic attack.

“I need to go now. Newt, Thank you so much. Thank you.” Theseus stood up quickly, squeezing

his brother in a big hug before apparating. Newt was left sitting in his armchair alone, in his now silent flat, slightly shocked by the whole situation.

Meanwhile, you busied yourself with tidying up your apartment before your mother arrived before you were abruptly interrupted by the knocking on your door. Thankfully, everything was tidied up, in time for your mother’s arrival. You smoothed out your skirt, making sure you at least looked presentable.

You swung open the door, expecting to see your mother. Your heart immediately stopped at the sight of not your mother but Theseus. Your wide eyes met his anxious ones, you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

“Theseus, wh-” you were rudely interrupted by the older Scamander who had crashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widen in shock as you took in the fact that the man you had fallen for had his lips against yours, eventually melted into the kiss.

The two of you were abruptly interrupted by your mother walking into the corridor, “Is this the Theseus you always talk about? You never told me you were dating him.” your mother said with a smug look, winking at Theseus before walking into your apartment, leaving you completely red in the face l out of embarrassment as Theseus beamed down at you.

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achaoticeternal · 6 years ago

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I Can’t Believe That You’re In Love With Me

Newt Scamander x Reader Request: nope, I wrote this on a whim A/N + Warnings: based on the song I Can’t Believe That You’re In Love With Me by Frank Sinatra. cuteness warning? Summary: You have been Newt’s next door neighbor ever since he arrived back in London and the Ministry put him on a travel ban. You work as a secretary for the Aurors at the Ministry and are quite the eye candy. One night, you’re invited to a dinner and bring Newt as your date since you’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and everyone is surprised that the bubbly secretary and the shy magic zoologist are a couple. Word Count: 1.2k

“Evening Newton, say have you named this little fellow yet? He’s quite the sweetheart,” (Y/N) commented as she made her way down the steps of the case with the baby niffler in her hands. It curled up affectionately in her hands as it examined the ring it had slipped off her finger, “I think Romeo would be an appropriate option.”

Her entrance had surprised Newt, mostly because he wasn’t expecting her but he did tell (Y/N) that she was welcome to come around and time she’d like. And she had been coming to visit more frequently after a few successful dates, “It certainly is, but I’m afraid in need to figure out how they keep managing to escape to case first, before they make a mess of my flat.”

(Y/N) giggled as she placed the niffler into Newt’s careful hands and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, “You take care of them while I go and make us some tea.”

“Alright, dear,” he managed to mumble out as his face flushed. He observed her jog up the stairs and towards the traditional basement door that hid seemingly another realm. It was an image he would love to get used to.

“She’s quite the catch, especially for a lady who works for your brother,” Bunty said as she placed the medicine vials back in their correct places, “and she’s got you wrapped around her finger. One might even say you’re twitter-patted, Mr.Scamander.”

“Thank you, Bunty, and I believe it is your time to go home.”

/ / /

It was almost time for lunch break, yet (Y/N) was still finishing out reports that had been stacking up since Grindelwald’s followers had seemed to grow in numbers. And it also seemed that she would never be able to take a break from her desk long enough, along with the fact the (Y/N) forgot her lunch and-

And suddenly Newt stood in front of her desk with a flustered smile and a tote sized bag in his hand, “I brought you lunch.”

“Oh Newton, you’re too sweet and quite the lifesaver,” she smiled as she waved her wand, summoning a chair for him to sit in.

“Well, I noticed that you left the flat the morning in such a rush that you didn’t have your usual lunch pal with you and-”

“Newt?”

“Yes, dear?” he stopped his rambling immediately upon catching her eye.

“Will you sit and eat with me?” She asked kindly, her words entrancing him, “I could use some company, and I love having the chance to eat lunch with you.”

“I would love too,” the edges of his mouth quirked up as he sat next to you and pulled out the contents of the bag.

However, another pair of footsteps made the way towards (Y/N)’s desk, catching the couple’s attention. It was none other then Theseus Scamander, Newt’s older brother and the Head Auror - her boss.

“Hello Newt,” Theseus spoke warmly giving his brother a pat on the shoulder then turning his attention to (Y/N), “(Y/N), I’ve come to ask if you’ll be joining us at the Minister’s house this evening for dinner. He’s invited the whole department and you are the one that keeps us all together.”

“It’d be a pleasure, Theseus,” She smiled kindly up to the older Scamander before sneaking a quickly glance at Newt, “And would it be alright if I brought Newt along? I quite enjoy having him around.”

Newt lifted his head at the mention of his name, his gaze flickering between his brother and (Y/N).

“I’m sure that won’t be an issue, my dear,” He smirked down at his brother before turning back to you, “I quite enjoy my baby brother’s company as well.”

“Wonderful, now if neither of you mind, I’m afraid I need to step off for a minute,” (Y/N) pardoned herself and made her way towards the mail room. Both men watched as she elegantly exited the room.

“I don’t know how you did it, Newton,” Theseus remarked as he turned back to his baby brother, taking a seat next to him, “but you’ve managed to get the gal that every Auror here has been pinning after since I hired her. It’s a strange happening, if you pardon me.”

“I can hardly believe it either,” Newt’s eyes still gazing off into the direction she had left in.

/ / /

The couple entered the Minister’s lovely home and were instantly greeted by many of (Y/N)’s co-workers and fans of Newt’s book. Neither of them strayed from each other, but Newt still seemed to mostly keep to himself and take the looks of confusion that people secretly threw at them. (Y/N) could sense Newt’s discomfort and confusion over the whole situation and she decided to take matters into her own hands.

“I believe we should all make our way to the dining area,” Theseus announced and began to lead the party.

“Come along, Newton,” (Y/N) turned her attention away from the wizards she was conversing with and intertwined Newt’s fingers with her own. The action caused Newt to blush and move closer to his lover as he avoid the eyes of their fellow guests.

They took a seat beside each other and (Y/N) quickly turned to Newt, and pushed the curls that hung over his head back slightly in order to see his eyes better. Then she did what truly shocked Newt and most likely every other person in the room. (Y/N) pressed a soft kiss to Newt’s cheek before pulling away and giving him a loving gaze before turning back to make a new conversation.

Suddenly the room became lively again as her peers began questioning both (Y/N) and Newt about how long they’ve been seeing each other. Many ladies also began striking up conversation with Newt as well which didn’t really bug (Y/N) as she overheard his responses to their questions and statements.

“Golly, she’s quick the lucky gal, Mr. Scamander,” one gentlemen said from across the table.

“Actually, sir,” Newt spoke up and took your hand in his, which caused you turn and see his affectionate gaze, “I’m the lucky one. And I can’t believe that she’s in love with me.”

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bewitchingwitch · 6 years ago

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Constellations pt. 12 (2/2)

Word count: 3148

“She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see...

~ Billy Joel, She’s Always a Woman

Wow honey that's a lot to take in." You we're with Queenie at the dress shop telling her all about this morning. After your endeavor with Adonis the group called it quits and went their separate ways. Newt had bid you a goodbye and said he was looking forward to seeing you tonight. Theseus couldn't bring himself to look at you. He gave you a stiff goodbye and left.

Theseus had trusted you. He had let you in and let you see a part of him he never showed anyone. He thought that that night in the hotel meant something to you.

It had meant everything to him. He had never dated throughout his years at hogwarts because all the girls wanted was a good lay. They didn’t care about his personality they only saw his looks. But you didn’t care about just his looks, you had listened to him tell you about how he always cared for Newt.

You had been laying next to him in bed caressing his hair and after you had kissed him. And he had felt his heart swell, how could you do that to him. An engaged woman charming someone who couldn’t help but fall for you. But you truly did like the Scamander Brothers especially Theseus and his hard working yet tender personality. They were the reason why you were questioning your marriage.

“Adonis sounds.... hm.. nice.” Queenie was looking at you with a forced smile.

“You don’t have to pretend to like him if you don’t want to Queenie. I’ll try not to be too terribly offended.” You turned to her as you held out a yellow gown in front of you. “What do you think.”

“Too flashy. You’ll blind everyone at the dance club. And thank Merlin.” She let out a sigh of relief. “Because to tell you the truth honey he seems like bad news to me.” She tsked at you as she went back to rifling through the dress rack.

“Oh he’s not too bad.” You defended as you moved away from her and made your way through the store, Queenie began trailing behind you.

“Not that bad. Darling cheap pastries are not that bad, he however is something much worse. He came to get you three months early, he was sent by your grandmother, he was rude to Newt, he almost didn’t leave when you asked him and...” Queenie was listing many things that she found distasteful about your fiancé.

“Alright that’s enough.” You didn’t want to defend him because what she said was true but as his fiancée you felt obligated to. “He really is a good guy despite all of that.” You pulled out a blue gown that Queenie just shook her head at.

“You say that but you know I’m right.” And a part of you knew it you just didn’t want to admit it yourself. “You don’t love him like you used to.” She said smugly and you just knew that she had been reading your mind.

“Queenie!” You cried out. “I do love him.”

“Then why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring?” She glanced at the leather cord around your neck. The minute Adonis had left you had tied it back onto your necklace, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the brothers.

“That’s none of your business.” You shot back rather coldly as you turned your back on her.

“As your friend and as Newt’s friend I think it is.”

You just kept looking through the racks as Queenie kept on. “He’s bad for you (y/n), at a time he may have been a perfect fit but now it seems forced. He’s making you out to be the bad guy like he didn’t come here against your wishes in an attempt to bring you back home.”

“But I am the bad guy. I did go around with other men and did end up falling for them. “ You pulled out a greenish blue dress and ran your hand over the fabric.

“But you knew before hand that you had doubts about your engagement, Newt and Theseus just helped you realize how much you truly doubted it.” She moved so she stood in front of you and you were forced to look at her.

“That doesn’t justify me falling for them. Adonis has a right to be mad.” You looked down ashamed at yourself. You weren’t naive, you knew what you were doing, playing with those poor boys hearts and yet you kept doing it. Leading them on because you liked them even though you knew you could never be with them.

“Honey he’s trying to make you feel like a bad person so he can justify why he came to get you. Because in reality it was uncaused for, and rash. He’s doing this so he doesn’t feel guilty about doing it. “ She took your hands in hers looking at you with a soft motherly smile. “You’re not a bad person you’re human. We can’t control who we like and who likes us back. It’s not our fault if we fall out off love with them. It’s not our fault if we realize that what we thought was love was just superficial and that it was hurting us. And it’s not our fault if we decide to leave for our own well being. Even though it may seems unfair it’s life and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

You looked at her for a moment wondering how she could be so wise and know so much about the world around her. “Queenie you may be the smartest person I’ve ever met.”

“Oh honey I’m just human. Well I’m a witch but potato, tomato. It’s a simple concept that all should be able to understand by now. I mean come on it’s the 20’s.” You two giggled at her.

“What do you think of this one.” You laid it out of front of you and held your head high.

“That one is simply marvelous!” She ran her hands along the outline of the dress. “Go try it on!”

She ushered you into the changing room. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you readjusted the top. It was a shade in between blue and green. It had a deep neckline and a decorative pattern that was located on your waist. The pattern below that was done in black sequence like material that hung in loose loops. When you twisted is loops moved with you, it gave a very flapper like appearance as if every movement meant something.

You moved the curtain out of the way as you stepped out so Queenie could see you. She practically squealed in delight as she rounded you complimenting the dress. “It’s simply marvelous and if I pin your hair up like so... yes! It would be perfect he’s gonna love it!”

“He who?” You raised an eyebrow at her accusingly.

“Well whichever one you decide on darling. Judging from the color I’m guessing that you’re still stuck on choosing one of the brothers.”

Queenie wasn’t wrong. You had seen the dress and thought that at different angles it looked green and then if you shifted the color seemed to be become a blue. The green matching Newt’s eyes and the blue matching Theseus’. The dress however did not apply to any aspect of Adonis and Queenie made a mental note of this.

“This is the one. You have to get it!”

You agreed and wet back into the room to take it off. And you thought it was the one until you found the price tag and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you saw how much it cost. “Queenie it’s cute but it’s not that cute.”

“Oh pish posh you’re not paying I am!” She rolled her eyes at you as if this was already so painfully obvious.

“Queenie no this is too much I-“

“Don’t think anything of it. I invited you dancing and I want to get this for you. Don’t even try arguing this with me, you’ll lose honey.” She winked at you and took the dress from your arms as she sauntered over to the counter to pay for your dress and hers.

She had found her dress practically the minute you guys had stepped into the place. It was a coral pink with layers of tassels, it looked like a cute flapper dress. It had designs done in silver. She always managed to incorporate pink into everything she wore.

Queenie payed and then dragged you out of the store so you two could get ready. You weren’t supposed to go dancing until 9 but Queenie wanted to make sure you looked perfect. And there was no way you were going to try and get out of it.

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Newt was standing on the doorstep of his brothers apartment hesitant to knock. He needed to talk to him. Not just about what had happened at the Quidditch match but what he was going to wear for dancing.

Normally he would go to Jacob for this kind of thing, but Newt could feel himself drifting further away from his brother. And he needed to stop that. He could hear the sounds of breaking glass within the apartment and constant cursing.

Theseus had gotten home from the match only to find himself consumed with anger. Not just at Adonis but at you. You played with his feelings and you played with his brothers feelings. But was worse is that he knew that you liked him, you had to. That you did like him but he also knew that you’d probably never leave your fiancé and that you putting that stupid engagement ring back on the necklace was all for not.

He had grabbed the glass bowl that was on his kitchen counter and he had thrown it at the door with all of his strength. And it felt good to throw something. To be allowed to feel something instead of having to pretend he was okay. And once he started he couldn’t stop.

He had smashed flower pots and picture frames until he was leaning against the counter out of breath and his hands bleeding from stray shards of glass that had sliced his hands up. By the time he was done there was only one picture left, it was of him and Newt. Newt wasn’t looking at the camera he was looking at Theseus, looking at his brother, his hero. And Theseus couldn’t bring himself break it.

But he was mad at Newt at how he just had to like the one girl Theseus had ever felt anything for. The one girl who made him feel that he was something more than the war hero every one saw. He pulled back as if to throw it on the floor but he couldn’t. Instead he sunk to his knees on the floor and dropped the picture to the ground. He buried his face him his hands and cried.

His whole body consumed in the grief he had been holding in. Newt could hear his sobs from the other side of the door. He was about to knock but this stopped him. How could he ask his brother to give him advice on how to empress you tonight. How could he be so stupid as to ask his brother for love advice. Theseus loved you and Newt couldn’t believe that he was about to ask him how to win you over. Because he knew that Theseus would have helped him. He would have dropped everything, he would have pushed aside his feelings if Newt had asked. Newt just laid his head against the door frame before turning to walk home.

He heard the sobs echoing from inside and he knew that he should check on his brother but at the moment he couldn’t. He knew he didn’t want to see him. And what would he say that even though he loved his brother he couldn’t stop loving you. So he left walking along with the muggles on the sidewalk, he could have apparted home but at this moment he didn’t want to use magic because what good was magic if it couldn’t help him win you over and make his brother still love him.

Theseus laid his head back he was stitting on the floor surrounded by shards of glass as he ran a hand through his hair. He picked up the picture of Newt and him and noticed the slight crack that was forming between them. And he began to wonder where they could go from here. There was going to be a choice that needed to be made soon. If the brothers would chose each other or compete for you.

And the minute Newt had left he had made his decision. And Theseus knew that for the first time in his life Newt had not chosen him. And this broke him. Theseus picked himself up and went to his bathroom to clean himself up. He looked in he mirror and he saw the same thing he saw everyday. A person he didn’t like, someone who no one ever wanted to know unless it could provide personal gain. He wiped the blood from his hands and wrapped them up wincing. If you were here you would have done it for him with gentle hands, kissing his cheek very time he’d wince. Joking that it didn’t hurt that bad. Messing with his untamed hair which was now mangled the gel wearing off. He didn’t even bother to fix it. You liked his hair messy.

He could see himself living here with you. How you would stop him from overworking and make sure that he knew how much he meant to you. And he’s spend each day getting to wake up to see you in his arms. He would get this instead of dreaming durning lonely nights that you were here with him. Dreaming that you were here and that you loved him only to wake up and find it all to be a dream.

His eyes were still bloodshot from crying. He grabbed his glasses and slipped them on, he remembered that you had said he looked good in them. Merlin he was pathetic. “ I need a drink.” He whispered to himself and he ran a hand down his face. He went back into the living room to grab his coat before leaving.

He walked in the rain to the closest place that serviced alcohol. It was a dance club as he stumbled in a couple of girls flocked to him, “Hey handsome are you here alone?” One asked him.

“Yes. But I’m just here for a drink.”

“Oh come on! Wanna dance I could show you a good time.” Another one spoke, her sickly perfume engulfing him.

“Not really.”

“I’m sure after a couple of drinks you’ll change your mind.” He turned to look at her. In the low light she sort of looked like you. She had the same hair color but it looked dyed. Her face shape was the same but her nose was too big and she was wearing too much makeup. She held onto him, dragging him to the bar. She ordered something for him and he didn’t bother to listen.

“Here you are.”

It was something bitter in a small glass. He took and drank it in one gulp. “Someone’s having a rough night.” She sat on the bar stool next to him puffing our her chest.

“You don’t know the half of it doll.”

She kept ordering shot and after shot and he kept drinking every one. Each one making him a little more numb. He knew he shouldn’t but the more he would drink the more the girl with the sickly perfume would look like you.

“You’re not as pretty as (y/n).” Theseus spits out after another drink. “You’re nose is to big and you’re too much of a slut.” Theseus was never one to drink heavily because he knew he didn’t have a filter when he drank. The girl got up and threw a drink in his face.

“Your a dick do you know that.” She stalked off her heels clicking on the hardwood.

“Whatever.” He mumbled as he turns to the bartender. “I’ll take another of whatever the hell this is.” Theseus says showing him one of the small glasses he’s been drinking out of all night.

“I think I should cut you off sir. You’re already drunk as hell and it’s barely going to be nine.” The bartender said as he scanned the numerous shot glasses in front of Theseus.

“Please I need something. I just need to get her out of my head if just for a minute. I need to get rid of this pain.” Theseus pleaded and the bartender looked at him with pity. This man was too young to be squandering his life’s spending on drinking.

“Alright I’ll give you a beer but after that I can’t help you mate.” The bartender gave Theseus the bottle. Theseus took it and broke the cap off on the counter before turning around in his bar stool, so he could watch the crowd.

They were all dancing with one another in blissful pleasure. He looked over the crowd and he sees the girl from before the one who looked like you. Except this time she’s wearing a blue dress and someone who looks like his brother his escorting her through the crowd. It takes him a moment but his vision clears and he sees that it’s really you holding onto his brother.

Theseus watches leaning back sipping his beer as Newt takes your hand as you lead him to the center of the dance floor as a slow song comes on. You don’t notice him he’s just another face in the crowd among the drunks at the bar.

But he can see you. He watches as you both sway side to side with one another. How you garb Newts hands to show him where to place them and he wishes that it was him that was dancing with you. His eyes are locked on you the entire time noticed how stunning you look.

Queenie sees Theseus from across the room and noticed how he stares. His thoughts surrounding her, all of them making her realize that he doesn’t just like you, that you aren’t some prize he’s trying to win to rub in in Newt’s face, he loves you. And he wants a life with you, that’s he’s so painfully alone and wants nothing more than for someone to love him. For someone to truly love him, not just pretend to because of who he is. And she can see why he is they way he is and she can see how much he’s given up for Newt. And for the first time in her life Queenie Goldstein feels bad for the golden boy Theseus Scamander.

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