#show da luna

[edsonjnovaes]

O Show da Luna!

2 HORAS DE CLIPES MUSICAIS – O Show da Luna! O Show da Luna! é um desenho brasileiro de uma menina de 6 anos totalmente apaixonada por ciências! Para Luna, o planeta Terra é um laboratório gigante. A cada episódio, uma curiosidade é abordada, seja no quintal de casa ou na praia, Luna, seu irmão mais novo, Júpiter, de quatro anos e o furão de estimação da família, Cláudio, praticam ciência…

[thathilomgirl]

Okay, let's see where the Tearmoon web novel's at right now:

Fascinating...

[ellecdc]

A Man With a Plan (prologue)

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

A/N: Hello! I've been stuck in my head about the idea of a whimsical reader (think Luna Lovegood) after reading the many sweet writings of other writers on Tumblr (specifically @ moonstruckme)! I totally ship a character like this with Remus because I feel like Remus has a tendency to overthink and get stuck in his own head and a character like this would be a breath of fresh air for him and balance him really well. Please note: whimsical does not = stupid! Rather, quite smart but people find her odd and reduce this to lack of intelligence. This is my little prologue, a sort of soulmate-esque AU - what do we think? Do we like this idea? Would we read it???

CW: swearing (cuz it's Remus 'Werewolf McSwearWolf' Lupin's POV, duh)

If there was one thing people ought to know about Remus John Lupin, it was that Remus was a planner. At any given point, it would be safe to assume that Remus had a plan.

As would be typical of Remus Lupin’s luck, however, most of his plans got fucked to shit.

Example A:

As a child, Remus planned to grow up to be a wizard like his da, or a nurse like his mum. That plan was fucked to bits just before his 5th birthday when Fenrir Greyback damned him to a life of lycanthropy and a side serving of prejudice. 

Example B:

Remus Lupin planned to never be accepted to Hogwarts on account of his previously stated damnation. That plan also went sideways when an owl dropped a letter into his porridge on the morning of his 11th birthday, containing an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Remus’ da told Remus it was likely a mistake and they would rescind the offer once they learnt of his lycanthropy. Once again, plans were nullified when headmaster Dumbledore himself showed up on the doorstep of the Lupin Cottage after not receiving a response from them.

Example C:

Once he confirmed his acceptance to Hogwarts, Remus Lupin planned to be completely invisible throughout his time at school. This meant: no embarrassing himself, no bringing attention to himself, and absolutely, under no circumstances, would he make friends.

Of course, as should have been expected, this plan was fucked upside down and backwards seven ways to Sunday when the likes of James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black set their sights upon him.

Though Remus Lupin did have a plan, he was still just a boy. He’d been homeschooled his entire life due to being unable to explain his absences to muggle teachers as well as his scars/injuries from every full moon, and the village kids were quite fearful of the scarred boy. All this to say; he’d never had friends before.

So, sue him for relishing in the interest these boys seemed to have in him.

No matter: Remus could handle this. “How?” You may be wondering. By a plan, of course! 

Remus Lupin would allow these two (and Peter who went about befriending the boy in a much gentler way, so let’s make it three) friends, and planned to ensure that they never learned of his lycanthropy. He’d only just made friends; he wasn’t about to lose them. 

Of course, Sirius being the nosey fucker he is, James being the doting mother hen he is, and Peter being far too perceptive for anyone’s good – that plan was fucked to shit as well.

Remus, then, planned then to never let anyone else ever learn his secret again.

That plan was once again fucked by none other than Sirius Black and his unfortunate ‘prank’ on Severus Snape that could have cost Remus and Severus both of their lives, or at the very least, their lives as they knew it.

Remus Lupin then planned to never forgive Sirius Black for that horrible, thoughtless prank. 

Remus was admittedly not all that sad to say that this particular plan was shot too, though he ensured Sirius suffered at least a little during the process of his forgiveness. 

So, as he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in September of his 7th year listening to his friend’s wax poetic about their different love interests or conquests that they had made over the summer (i.e., James’ love for Lily, Sirius’ many hook-ups, and Peter’s enthusiastic support of them both), Remus made yet another plan.

Remus John Lupin planned to never, ever, fall in love. 

Moony, it would seem, had other plans. 

Continue to the first chapter here.

[puppy-waves-art]

finally finished my base edit of my redesigns of the MLP princesses! base credit goes to sleepymoss on dA. i've been having a very hard time drawing lately, and base edits help a lot with helping me still draw while not requiring too much energy. regardless, this still took a while.

some headcanons below the cut!

each of the princesses have the colors of their eyes and some aspect of their designs influenced by major events in their life.

for cadance, this was repairing the crystal heart and saving the crystal empire from sombra (with the help of twilight, of course). this granted her the blue hue to her wings and eyes, and the blue streaks in her hair.

for twilight, this was at the same moment she became an alicorn after unlocking her true power when it came to magic; her colors were pink and orange!

for luna, she gained her silvery and blue colors when she returned to equestria and rebuilt her bond with her sister, celestia. her starry hair shifts colors and brightness based mostly on her emotions and what she's doing. during a solar eclipse, her hair is completely white and leaves a trail of shimmering dust behind her when she walks and flies. when the princesses' magic was taken by the storm king and tirek, her hair turned to just deep blue-black hair.

for celestia, this was the moment she used the elements of harmony to banish luna to the moon. she took some of the elements' power within herself, and that power just grew in the time she was raising the sun and moon on her own. this power manifests in the outer 'aura' of color in her hair, which shifts and changes color according to the time of day. her true hair is the pink and orange inner layer. when her magic was taken, the outer layer disappeared entirely, and she felt almost naked without it.

this is how they will be appearing in my next gen, as well! some aspects of their designs have been changed to fit the show style of the base, though, but i will keep those aspects a surprise <3

next up will be the mane 6 i think! probably another base edit tbh...

[flan-tasma]

Wait for him (Neuvillette, Wanderer & Aether)

💖~ When they can't be with you because they have to fulfill their responsibilities, these men really try to come back to you.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Neuvillette no demuestra su tristeza, sino que algo más te lo advierte. Es involuntario, a pesar de que él es bien consciente de ello, no es capaz de solo detener sus sollozos cuando tiene que quedarse hasta tarde por su trabajo. Mientras que él está revisando detenidamente cada documento en sus manos, escribiendo de manera clara cada cosa y manteniendo su mente lo más alejada de ti que puede, tú sabes que él no quiere nada más que mandar al diablo los metros de distancia que está de ti.

Siente que su piel arde porque no estás a su lado, no soporta la idea y lo considera una tortura. Lo sabes, puedes verlo en sus sollozos y en sus maldiciones mudas, puedes verlo en el viento que da golpes en la ventana de tu habitación, la lluvia torrencial era igual a ver a Neuvillette sufrir por ti. Las gotas de lluvia dejan de golpear violentamente las calles de Fontaine cuando por fin ha terminado su trabajo y se dispone a volver a su hogar, dejando caer mínimos lamentos del Dragón Hydro que solo cesan cuando te tiene entre sus brazos.

Wanderer tiene cosas que hacer: está ocupado estudiando, quejándose y cumpliendo las misiones que Nahida le da muy amablemente. Balancear todo eso junto a ti siempre es una molestia, pero lo logra de alguna forma que le permite darse un buen y merecido descanso contigo al final del día, si es que no se queda despierto revisando notas y tesis nuevas.

No es el más emocionado por las veces en las que el cielo despejado se burla de él, la luna alta está riéndose de él mientras que le recuerda que probablemente ya estás en cama, sin siquiera pensar en que él está viajando a casa para dormir por fin. Odia todo. Maldice a la noche, a los árboles y a las casas que debe rodear hasta que decide pasar por encima, maldice a la Shogun Raiden, a Inazuma, a Sumeru y a los arcontes. Simplemente ya no aguanta más y si tiene algún problema, aunque sea el menos molesto Hilichurl que se le ocurra mirarlo y decidir que lo atacará, lo mandará a conocer Celestia.

No le podría importar menos si hay un grupo de ladrones de tesoros planeando robarle, los mandará a volar a la primera que se acerquen. No piensa en nada más que llegar a casa y lanzarse a tu lado en la cama. No importa si no necesita dormir tampoco, solo necesita que el mundo entero cierre la boca y lo deje mirarte hasta caer dormido.

Aether es un aventurero nato, está acostumbrado a realizar campamentos y dormir a la intemperie en sus viajes, pero desde que sabe que puede irse a dormir tan a gusto por la maravillosa relajatetera fue bienvenido cuando descubrió el invento adéptico. Hay varias veces en las que prefiere quedarse mirando el cielo de Tayvat antes de entrar a su casa portátil, pero son más las ocasiones en las que quiere realizar el viaje de noche lo más rápido posible antes de descansar. Quiere llegar rápido a la siguiente nación, pero cuando Paimon y él ya están cansados, deciden que es mejor acompañarte por fin a dormir.

Es más fácil transportarte así, te quedas dormida más temprano en su habitación y cuando por fin entra, después de saludar a Gordi, estás durmiendo tranquilamente. Confías en él, que te llevará mientras puedes tomarte un descanso de los duelos y peleas dentro del hogar que creó para ti. Y él está feliz de poder tenerte a su lado. Mañana pueden seguir explorando, ahora solo piensa en dormir.

English:

Neuvillette does not show his sadness, but rather something else warns you. It's involuntarily, even though he is well aware of it, he is not able to just stop his sobbing when he has to stay late for his work. While he is poring over every document in his hands, clearly writing everything down and keeping his mind as far away from you as he can, you know that he wants nothing more than to say to hell with it all for how many meters he is away from you.

He feels like his skin is burning because you're not next to him, he can't stand the idea and considers it torture. You know it, you can see it in his sobs and his silent curses, you can see it in the wind that hits your bedroom window, the pouring rain was the same as watching Neuvillette suffer for you. The raindrops stop violently hitting the streets of Fontaine when he has finally finished his work and is preparing to return to his home, letting out minimal cries from the Hydro Dragon that only cease when he has you in his arms.

Wanderer has things to do, he is busy studying, complaining, and completing the quests that Nahida very kindly gives him. Balancing all of that with you is always a pain, but he manages it in a way that allows him to have a good, well-deserved rest with you at the end of the day, if he doesn't stay up reviewing notes and new theses.

He's not the most excited about the times when the clear sky is mocking him, the high moon is laughing at him while reminding him that you're probably already in bed, without even thinking about the fact that he's traveling home to sleep for the end of night. He hates everything. He curses the night, the trees and the houses that he must surround until he decides to pass over them, he curses Shogun Raiden, Inazuma, Sumeru and the archons. He just can't take it anymore, and if he has any problem, even the least annoying Hilichurl who can think of to look at him and decide that he will attack him, he will send him to meet Celestia.

He couldn't care less if there's a group of treasure hoarders planning to rob him, he will blow them away if they get close. He doesn't think about anything other than getting home and throwing himself into bed next to you. It doesn't matter if he doesn't need to sleep either, he just needs the whole world to shut up and let him stare at you until he falls asleep.

Aether is a born adventurer, he is used to camping and sleeping outdoors on his trips. But since he knows that he can go to sleep so comfortable in the wonderful serenitea pot, it was welcomed when he discovered the adeptic invention. There are several times when he prefers to watch at the Tayvat sky before entering his portable house, but there are more times when he wants to make the night trip as quickly as possible before resting. He wants to get to the next nation quickly, and when he and Paimon are already tired, they decide that it is better to finally accompany you to sleep.

It's easier to transport yourself like this, you fall asleep earlier in his room and when he finally enters, after greeting Tubby, you are sleeping peacefully. You trust him to carry you while you can take a break from the duels and fights within the home he created for you. And he is happy to have you by his side. Tomorrow you can continue exploring, now he only thinks about sleeping.

[hansolsticio]

O mana, tudo bem?

Então, eu sou uma pessoa bem curiosa né, e esses tempos pra trás vi um daqueles vídeos no tiktok tipo “minha namorada acha que eu sei tudo��.

Ai agora fiquei me questionando: como os meninos do 17 agiriam tendo uma namorada assim? (na minha cabeça, em alguma hora o the8 vai cansar e vai começar a inventar mentiras)

não é por nada, mas nesse cenário eu sou a pessoa que se estressa, anon...

nota: anon, achei super engraçadinho o conceito de "namoradinha show da luna"!!!

✦ — seungcheol:

→ Não tem a menor ideia de como responder a maioria das perguntas que você faz, mas esse homem está tão empenhado em ser seu "provedor" em todos os aspectos que provavelmente sai pesquisando tudo pra você;

→ O histórico de pesquisa dele parece o de uma criança de nove anos:

→ "Qual o formato do céu?", "Os cachorros sabem que a gente tá chamando o nome deles ou só obedecem por conta da entonação?", "O que veio primeiro a laranja fruta ou a laranja cor?"

✦ — jeonghan:

→ Mente e você nem sabe porque ainda pergunta. O problema é que, mesmo depois de tanto tempo juntos, ele ainda te engana TÃO bem que leva tempo para você assimilar que é mentira.

→ "Mas, Hannie, como você sabe qual remédio que é bom para dor muscular?" > "Meu pai era farmacêutico."

→ O pai dele nunca chegou perto de uma farmácia.

✦ — joshua:

→ Mente, mas não consegue manter por muito tempo, pois fica com dó. Você é tão ingênua de confiar nele às vezes que ele não consegue deixar passar a oportunidade.

→ Uma vezinha ou outra fala um absurdo jurando que você não vai acreditar... mas é o Shua, você nunca duvida.

→ Mas, no geral, ele mete um "depois a gente pesquisa, amor" e nunca mais lembra de tocar no assunto.

✦ — jun:

→ Responde até onde dá, mas depois de um tempo o coitado começa a ficar agoniado da cabeça.

→ Tenta se manter justo e paciente como era Jesus, mas chega um ponto que você começa a perguntar umas coisas tão "???" que ele fica meio abismado.

→ "Meu amor, é a primeira vez que eu venho aqui também. Como diabos eu vou saber se a comida é boa?"

✦ — hoshi:

→ Na maioria das vezes, não faz A MENOR IDEIA sobre o que diabos você está falando. Mas responde sem hesitar a primeira coisa que surge na cabeça dele.

→ E ele tá fazendo isso 'pra mentir? Não.

→ Na mente dele, vocês estão criando teorias juntos (ele só esqueceu de te avisar).

✦ — wonwoo:

→ Outro que tenta ser paciente e responder até onde é possível. Com a cara de nerd que ele tem, aposto que ele tá acostumado a ter gente perguntando sobre tudo e qualquer coisa.

→ Quando as perguntas começam a ficar demais, o esforço se torna um "Não sei, meu bem."

→ E quando as perguntas começam a ficar ridículas, a resposta vira ele te olhando totalmente descrente com uma cara de "Sério?"

✦ — woozi:

→ Pausa seja lá o que ele está fazendo, formula uma resposta completamente lógica e bem conectada. Explica tão bem que faz parecer que você está conversando um especialista no assunto.

→ Tudo isso para no primeiro "Verdade?" que você soltar ele rebater com "Não. Acabei de inventar essa resposta."

→ E volta a fazer seja lá o que ele estava fazendo.

✦ — dokyeom:

→ Quando não sabe responder, devolve sua energia e parece tão genuinamente curioso quanto você.

→ Pesquisa contigo, pergunta para outras pessoas, mas dá um jeito de conseguir a resposta.

→ E mesmo que você esqueça, às duas da manhã de um sábado ele vai te mandar mensagem dizendo "mô, lembra de quando vc me perguntou como planta fruta sem semente? ENTÃO-"

✦ — mingyu:

→ Algo em mim diz que o Gyu sabe responder MUITA coisa. Ele é inteligente 'pra caramba.

→ E justamente por responder praticamente tudo que você pergunta, é que você sai perguntando as coisas sem parar nem hesitar. Apesar dele ter uma paciência de ferro, ele não é invencível, coitado.

→ Vai genuinamente pegar na sua mãozinha como se fosse criança e meter um "Amor, cinco minutinhos de silêncio agora. Eu e você, quietinhos. Shhhhh."

✦ — minghao:

→ É um docinho, respondendo da melhor maneira que ele sabe... bom, pelo menos até onde a paciência dele deixa.

→ Qualquer outra pessoa (principalmente sendo amigo dele) já teria tomado um lacre super afiado. Mas você é a namorada dele, ele não é nem louco... então sim, mente bem tranquilo. Na verdade, só concorda com qualquer hipótese que você inventar.

→ "Sim, amor. É, é por isso mesmo. Aham. Juro 'pra você, vi na TV um dia desses."

✦ — seungkwan:

→ Três perguntas seguidas e ele já está respirando fundo antes de responder.

→ Não entenda mal, ele ama conversar contigo. Mas por "conversa" ele realmente quer dizer "diálogo".

→ Se parecer que você trabalha fazendo o censo do IBGE e está tentando entrevistar ele, TALVEZ ele não seja tão paciente assim.

✦ — vernon:

→ Ele sabe responder. Não importa a pergunta. Por algum motivo, ele sabe.

→ Você não pode esperar menos de alguém tão cronicamente online quanto esse homem.

→ Te responde na maior naturalidade só 'pra perguntar um "E por quê você quer saber disso?" totalmente desacreditado. Mas real questão aqui é por quê que ele sabe responder a pergunta????

✦ — dino:

→ Plot Twist: ele é quem te pergunta as coisas achando que você sabe de tudo nesse mundo.

→ Você perguntou algo muito aleatório 'pra ele? Ele não sabe. E, pior ainda, vai complementar sua dúvida com uma pergunta mais absurda que a sua.

→ A linguagem do amor de vocês é "atos de confus��o".

[blorger]

I am in the middle of compiling some data for an analysis of Luna Lovegood's portrayal in the books (spoiler alert: shit's grim and jkr sucks) and I noticed something interesting, namely: the only people we ever witness calling Luna "loony" in the books are Gryffindors*.

During the course of the narration we are told that multiple people use the "loony" moniker but this mostly occurs off-screen yet somehow all the instances we do end up being shown directly fall exclusively under the umbrella of friendly fire.

The very first thing I observed while going through Luna's appearances in the books is just how many people she doesn't interact with:

PT1: SLYTHERINS

It's a common trope in fics to have people like Draco (and the Slytherins in general) act somewhat callously towards Luna. In reality, not only does Luna never get called names by a Slytherin, she never even speaks to one.

The only instance I could find of Luna being in the general vicinity of a Slytherin occurs during the DA vs Inquisitorial Squad kerfuffle in Umbridge's office during OotP and even then her situation, compared to that of her Gryffindor compatriots, is extremely mild:

Compare and contrast with Neville (who at that very moment is getting the daylights choked out of him by Vincent Crabbe) or Hermione (locked in a vicious battle with Millicent Bulstrode) and you get the impression that no Slytherin in that room seems to hold particularly strong feelings towards Luna.

PT 2: HUFFLEPUFFS

I could only place luna in the general vicinity of a Hufflepuff (outside of DA lessons, which are only described in passing) once, during the battle of hogwarts in DH, when she, Ernie Macmillan and Seamus Finnigan save the day via patronus.

PT 3: RAVENCLAWS

While we do see Luna, a Ravenclaw, in the general vicinity of other Ravenclaws more than once, this mostly happens as they sit together in either the great hall or the quidditch stands; neither of those cases tells us much about Luna's relationship with her housemates.

There's a couple of instances in OotP where Cho is coming over to talk to Harry and Luna happens to also be nearby. The two never speak to each other, however, and Cho herself doesn't seem to know a whole lot about Luna (she is unaware of Nargles, which we can all agree is Vital Luna Information).

The closest Luna comes to an actual conversation with another Ravenclaw is an off-screen discussion she is implied to have had with Padma Patil. When speaking to Harry during their first meeting, she mentions that Padma disliked being Ron's date to GoF's yule ball:

This implies that, at the very least, she was in the same room as Padma when she expressed these feelings. Parvati, Padma's Gryffindor twin, is actually shown to interact with Luna more than her sister, as we see her engage in some light Luna bullying. Speaking of, here's one of the most egregious instances of harassment we see in the books:

We are not told anything else about said bullies, only that the things they steal "always come back in the end". This could be interpreted as the actions of some unnamed Ravenclaws (if we assume that the stolen items came from her dorm room) but the text remains rather vague on the specifics. Still, we can all agree that stealing something from someone is very different from calling them names; it's different flavors of bullying, yes, but one is decidedly more direct (and no one is more direct than a Gryffindor).

PT 4: GRYFFINDORS

You know who, in complete contrast to the absolute nothingness I have just described from the other houses, IS shown to interact regularly with Luna? The Gryffindors, who don't exactly cover themselves with honor:

Luna here has come over to the Gryffindor table to do something extremely nice for Harry, showing her support at a time when very few people seem to believe his assertions. Throughout their conversation Parvati and Lavender (and the Gryffindor table in general) are shown to act extremely cattily towards Luna because of her looks (this is part of jkr's general vilification of girly girls but that's neither here nor there).

As I said before, Gryffindors are the only people we can observe calling Luna "loony". Here's our culprits:

Ginny Weasley (1 "loony")

Ginny and Luna's canon relationship is a whole can of worms I'm not prepared to open here. To make a long story short, however, I'd say that it's a great overstatement to call them friends.

Luna is introduced to us by Ginny, who not only does not use her given name, but acts quite dismissively towards her: "it's only Loony Lovegood in here" is the actual quote and it's also our first use of "loony".

In all of their interactions, Ginny is shown to be amused by Luna's antics but does not act terribly sympathetic towards her; through her actions, which often consist of laughing behind Luna's back, we get the impression that she finds Luna to be inadvertently entertaining, not exactly Friendship Of The Year material.

It must be said, however, that Ginny is also the only person in the books to challenge the use of "loony"; This happens once off-screen (and is implied to be a recent development) at the end of OotP:

We are not told who actually calls Luna "loony" but it's implied to have been someone in their year.

Ginny defends Luna's honor once more, during HBP:

so I'd say that, while we, as a fandom, tend to make Ginny and Luna out to be better friends than they actually are in canon, Ginny is shown to be more proactive in her defence than anyone else (tldr: I still ship them and you can't do anything to stop me).

Ron Weasley (1.5 "loonys")

Ron's opinion of Luna improves as the books progress but his general view of her as an oddity remains consistent. That said, Ron's first "loony" happens whilst he's in an addled state as the result of some Mystery of Magic hijinks in OotP so I cut him some slack:

The next "loony", however, is said rather mean spiritedly:

This happens during HBP, when Harry asks Luna to accompany him to Slughorn's party. There's no additional context to it and the subject of the conversation gets changed rather quickly to Hermione but it's still rather shitty of Ron to resort to name calling when Luna just saved his sorry hide not six months before.

Harry Potter (2 "loonys")

Harry's attitude towards Luna, like Ron's, also improves drastically as the story progresses. Despite this, he still manages to call her loony twice, more than any other character:

This takes place during Harry and Luna's first meeting, on the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of OotP. In this instance, Harry is embarrassed to be seen hanging out with her by his crush. By HBP, though, Harry has evolved on his stance and actively defends Luna (and Neville) when he once again sits with them on the train:

Congrats to Harry on his character growth. I would also like to point out that Romilda's behaviour is yet another instance of general Gryffindor shittyness towards Luna.

Harry's other remaining "loony" happens whilst he's still in the process of learning to like Luna so, while he does use the term, he immediately corrects himself. Nice one Harry!

I wouldn't personally mention Nargles and Luna Lovegood when my crush attempts to kiss me but that's probably just a me thing.

PT 5: CONCLUSIONS

So there you have it. At the end of the day, the preponderance of "loony" instances by Gryffindors is easily explained by the fact that Harry, our narrator, is a Gryffindor himself and we are mostly shown things that happen in his presence.

Nevertheless, I think it's rather interesting that JKR, as the author, did not choose to have other people use the moniker, especially evil, nasty people we are not supposed to like. I am very surprised, for example, by the general absence of interactions between Luna and the Slytherins since we are supposed to view them negatively and JKR is generally rather unsubtle in showing that to the reader.

I think this is, in part, because JKR herself doesn't seem to have a terribly flattering view of Luna as a character. I am reminded of this great meta, which elaborates on one of my biggest gripes with JKR as an author, which is: when push comes to shove, JKR's writing reads meanly. I talked about something similar here, when discussing her treatment of Neville, and I wish I could stop being constantly disappointed by these realisations but somehow I always am.

*= Gryffindors are the only humans to call Luna "loony". Peeves does so exactly once, when he overhears Harry asking her to Slughorn's party in HBP:

and I don't think being in the same camp as Peeves is a good look for our Heroes

[venny19]

🍋Lemons & Peaches🍑

Pairings:

🍋Leonardo Luna x Reader x Adam Blake🍑

Context: It's hard bringing in a social gathering when you, yourself don't usually 'social'. Thirsty, you decided to grab a drink at the bar. With a handsome fellow along with it Side Note -> Zenon Martyr is going to be the ALTERNATIVE version of Zenit Saint Petersburg in Russia football team.

Inhales......... exhale.........

She couldn't believe she was here, a place so big at a social gathering for anyone over the influence. Surprised she was invited to begin with. 

Such an atrocious thing she could ever do is be invited to some sort of social gathering. Admitted she wasn’t as expressional when attending but her manager said it would be good for socialization. Despite her manager’s words, she agreed to go, but if things begin to not go to her liking, then she can go back to her private room that she booked, to her she didn’t know what the reason was to host such a social gathering. Some are for charity work or famous people just show off their wealth and status, it just left a bad taste on her tongue.

But whatever I guess, she’s here so why not made the most of it. Social gathering or not, she’s not one to publicly speak her mind out on whatever. She knows how people see her as, and she’s not going to risk her pride being ruined by entitlement in her life. Best to keep a low profile and make herself nonexistent. Better safe than sorry is always the best option.

Her choice of clothing was something she didn’t think of, not one bit. Damn her manager for making her wear something so eye-catching and expensive. She wore a red mermaid tail dress with golden trimmed on the side, black laced sleeves that met her forearms, beaded pearls at the trim of her dress accompanied with roses, including her chest area with a silver brooch, to top it all off with a black laced neck choker that accommodated with earrings and make up for it to make it look unique. 

[Here is your➩ Dress]

Here she told herself not to attract attention and now the majority of people are looking at her, murmuring amongst themselves to figure out who this woman with such a cold expression and a beautiful dress could be. Truth be told she never wore something so extravagant and pricey but it’s Her’s now.  Well, she was indeed rich from making more figures than any of the female football players in her country, but she never spends it on any needs, seeing that money doesn’t bring her happiness in her eyes. 

“Who is that?!”

“She looks like a model!”

“Could she be one of the CEO's wives?!”

“No chance. She doesn’t have a ring on her!”

“She looks way too serious, not my type of woman.”

Murmurs after murmurs. It was endless from the amount of attention she’s receiving, when will this torture end? She felt uncomfortable by the many stares, judging her every move, but she had to keep it professional level, and can't let anyone think of her being easy. Keep her head held high and relax. Don’t let them think of her anything different.

She takes a deep breath from it all and exhales. What was the point of coming here again? It’s already wasting her precious time, and it was too crowded, loud noises, too much chatter, a room flooded with an obnoxious scent coming from everyone. It made her nostrils burn from sickness. 

“So many useless people for useless reasons. I shouldn’t have come here.” She grumbled under her breath. Her eyes scanned the area and noticed a juice bar not too far, maybe a drink could calm her nerves. Not too sweet or anything spicy that could burn her throat. Yeah, a drink sounds nice. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she made her way to the mar where the bartender was doing his duties.

When she counters the bartender took notice of her presents. Smiling, he offered his help to the girl. “Well, hello there miss, is there anything you might like?” He asked in a cherry tone. [Name] took notice of his aloof and fine features. She nodded to his answer. “Da, can you make something not too sweet, and not too spicy if that’s possible?” She asked him.

The genre's bartender nodded at her request. “Sure things miss! Happy to oblige! Wait here for a moment!” He spoke happily. [Name] waited for a moment for her drink. It wasn’t long before her drink was severed. She thanked the bartender and looked at her drink…. From the color and fruit that was sliced and placed upon the edge of a cup.

From the instant she saw the cup she knew this drink was……

Lemons

The fruit garnish was a delightful touch to her drink, adding a splash of color to the already inviting glass. She brought it to her lips, savoring the moment as she took a small sip. The liquid flowed over her tongue, revealing a rich tapestry of flavors that danced around her taste buds. It was far from the overly sweet concoction the bartender had described; instead, it offered a complex blend that was both refreshing and intriguing. As she took another sip, she felt a momentary sense of pleasure, a brief escape from the chaotic atmosphere surrounding her.

But that feeling was short-lived. An unsettling sensation churned in the pit of her stomach, urging her to find a quieter space away from the prying eyes of the crowd. With a resigned sigh, she set down her glass and began to weave her way through the throng, seeking a secluded corner where she could gather her thoughts and let the tension slip away. 

Just as she turned a corner, she collided with a man who had suddenly appeared in her path, his attention absorbed by his phone. The impact startled her, and in a moment of unfortunate miscalculation, she felt her drink splash over the front of his blazer. She cursed under her breath, frustration bubbling to the surface as she watched the surprise morph into fury on his face.

“WHAT THE?! YOU BITCH! YOU JUST RUINED MY TUX!” he exclaimed, his voice a harsh bark that reverberated through the air. He pointed an accusatory finger at her, and she felt her blood boil at the injustice of it all. It wasn’t her fault he was so engrossed in his phone that he failed to notice the world around him.

“HUH?! AREN’T YOU GOING TO SAY SOMETHING?! OR ARE YOU GOING TO PAY UP?!” He stepped closer, invading her space with an aggressive demeanor. [Name] glared at him, the bubbling anger within her urging her to defend herself. The mounting attention from onlookers only intensified her discomfort, and she knew she had to stand her ground.

“It vwasn’t my fault you vwere foolish enough to be distracted. You have eyes, don’t you? Use them. And don’t call me a bitch; it’s disrespectful,” she replied, her voice steady and calm, though her heart raced. Yet, her words only served to infuriate him further. An angry vein throbbed on his forehead, and she could see the rage igniting in his eyes.

“OH! YOU BITCH!” he shouted, his fists clenching tightly as he took a step closer, ready to escalate the situation. “YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” His fist flew toward her, and instinct kicked in. [Name] was prepared to catch his fist and twist it, ready to teach him a lesson about respect.

Before she could react, a strong hand shot out from the crowd, intercepting the fist that had been aimed just inches from her face. The sudden intervention stunned everyone, including [Name], who looked up in surprise at the man who had bravely stepped in to protect her. The atmosphere shifted dramatically, tension crackling like electricity as onlookers held their breath, anticipating how the confrontation would unfold.

“Why don’t we just pause here and avoid drawing any more attention to ourselves?” His voice carried a hint of mischief, and his vivid green eyes locked onto the aggressor. Meanwhile, his other hand remained securely wrapped around [Name]'s shoulder, a silent promise of protection. [Name] was not one to enjoy company, nor did she appreciate unsolicited interventions. Yet, she felt a flicker of gratitude towards him for stepping in; without his timely action, the situation could have escalated dangerously.

“Thank you, but I didn’t need saving,” she asserted, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of uncertainty. The man merely scratched the back of his head, seemingly unfazed by her words. 

“Hah! If it weren’t for me, that guy would have landed a punch on you ages ago!” He flashed a confident smile, but [Name] found little comfort in his bravado. She still felt that his interference was unwarranted, a breach of her personal space and autonomy.

“Didn’t catch your name?” he continued; his interest unabated. “Names Leonardo Luna. What could a pretty lady like yourself be doing here unattended?” He extended his hand toward her, a gesture both charming and bold. Flattered despite herself, [Name] hesitantly placed her hand in his.

“How flattering, the name’s [Name] Bogdanova,” she replied, her voice steady yet cool. Leonardo's smile widened as he leaned forward to kiss her gloved hand, an old-fashioned gesture that caught her slightly off guard. “The Russian player? Hear great things about you.”

[Name]'s eyes widened in surprise; his recognition of her name was unexpected. “You know vwho I am?” she asked, incredulity coloring her tone. He nodded in affirmation, his expression one of amused confidence.

“Indeed! I’m surprised to say you didn’t know I am,” he teased, but [Name] furrowed her brows. “I do recognize vwho you are. I don’t have to announce my name or your profession to know,” she replied, lifting her champagne glass to her lips for a few sips, trying to regain composure.

“Wow, no wonder they call you the cold player! Do you always look at everyone like that, or were you just born that way?” he casually quipped, his tone light yet probing. [Name] swirled her drink in her cup, her gaze unwavering. “Not as flattering as they say you are, or are you just born that vway?” she shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.

“Wow, it seems like the tigress can bite back! My kind of style!” he exclaimed, clearly enjoying the banter. “How about we take this somewhere a bit quieter, like the balcony?” He extended his hand, inviting her to join him. [Name] hesitated, skepticism clouding her mind, but curiosity got the better of her, and she took his hand, allowing him to lead her through the bustling crowd.

They walked for a few minutes, finally reaching the balcony, where they stood high above the busy night streets, the city’s lights twinkling like stars below. Leonardo leaned back against the railing, tilting his head to admire the full moon that hung in the sky, its glow illuminating the night. “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he asked, glancing at her with a playful smile. [Name] simply hummed in approval, her gaze fixed on the streets below, lost in thought.

Noticing her silence, Leonardo's expression shifted to concern. “Hey, is everything okay?” He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her bare shoulder. She shuddered slightly at the touch, slowly turning her gaze to meet his. “It’s fine, really. I’m just not used to gatherings or having conversations this long with anyone. I might just bore you vwith my presence,” she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable, still avoiding his eyes as her thoughts swirled in her mind.

Leonardo smiled, sensing her words of genuine who She spoke. “Well, you've come all this way have you not? This night might not be for you. why not enjoy our last Night together” holding up his champagne glass for her to toast. [Name] felt slightly better and smiled from his statement.  lifting her champagne glass up for it to clink together with a toast. 

“Our Last night together” She announced. After that they drank Their champagne and watched the sky together. Leonardo bringing her closer to set the mood. To her she felt relieved that this night wasn't as disastrous as she expected.  At least she had company for her to indulge.

Maybe Lemons weren't so bad after all. 

Peaches

Peaches had never been her go-to fruit, yet the exquisite thought of them lingered on her palate, each sip of champagne accentuating their delicate flavor. The effervescence danced around her senses, and she found herself reaching for her glass more frequently, captivated by the unexpected harmony of the peach-infused beverage. It was a delightful surprise, far surpassing her expectations—outstanding, even.

As she savored the drink, her mind drifted into a world of her own, blissfully unaware of the soft murmurs that floated around the room, creating a subtle hum of intrigue. 

"That woman there is [Name] Bogdanova! She's the Russian football player for Zenon Martyr!!"

The name sparked immediate interest in a certain Englishman, who was perched at the bar, swirling the rich red wine in his glass. His ears pricked up at the mention of her name, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Russian player?" under his breath, his gaze fixated on the striking woman who was leisurely sipping her champagne, the golden bubbles catching the light.

"Yeah, but some say she's hard to talk to or hard to get. No one really wooed her over!" one of the gossipers chimed in, their voice laced with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

This revelation intrigued the Englishman even more. The idea of a woman so elusive, yet undeniably captivating, stirred something within him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and the challenge of winning over a woman like [Name] only intensified his interest. He was determined to learn more about this enigmatic figure who seemed to be beyond reach. 

Just then, as if the universe conspired in his favor, a bold intruder decided to breach [Name]'s personal space. The Englishman’s heart raced with excitement—this was the moment he had been waiting for. With a well-timed approach, he knew he had a golden opportunity to make his move. Bingo. Now was his chance.

[Name] was minding her own business as always, skillfully navigating the crowded room with a practiced ease that kept prying eyes at bay. She preferred to be an observer, soaking in the atmosphere without becoming part of the spectacle. That was until a drunken lout stumbled into her personal space, making a bold and unwelcome move.

“Whoa! Didn’t expect a hottie like you could *hic* be so cold? I was just trying to get to know ya!” His absurdly slurred words and the overwhelming stench of alcohol made [Name’s] nose wrinkle in disgust. Everything about him—the disheveled hair, the obnoxious laughter, and the careless bravado—made her stomach churn. She attempted to ignore him, focusing intently on the flickering candle on the table beside her, willing him to disappear.

“Aww *hic* Did I scare ya? You don't have to be afraid—”

“Please refrain from making skin contact vwith me; I'm in no mood for petty talk.” She shot back, her voice low and firm as she noticed his hand inching toward her shoulder. The man merely chuckled, dismissing her warning with a drunken snicker as he leaned closer, clearly intent on tormenting her further.

“What?! Are you looking down on me? I'm just trying to lighten the mood!” Just as his fingers were mere centimeters from her shoulder, a firm hand seized his wrist in a vice-like grip that made him yelp in pain. He turned, eyes wide, to see the intruder: it was the Englishman from before, his expression dark and menacing, eyes glinting with fury.

“She said to refrain from touching her. Are you deaf?” he snarled; his voice laced with an intimidating authority. [Name] couldn't help but find amusement in the scene unfolding before her, a smirk tugging at her lips as she recognized the man standing up for her. She knew who he was, Adam Blake, a well-known football player, and while she appreciated his intervention, she wasn’t keen on him making a scene.

“Now scram, you bigot insect,” he commanded, shoving the man away, who quivered and staggered off, muttering under his breath. 

“I appreciate your help, but it vwas not needed,” [Name] began as she turned to walk away, but Adam wasn’t having any of it. He reached out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, stopping her in her tracks.

“How about a thank you? That would be nice,” he said with a hint of playful challenge in his tone. [Name] turned back to meet his gaze, weighing her words. He had indeed solved the problem, so perhaps a small compliment wouldn’t hurt—after all, that’s what guys like, right?

“Even though you invaded my personal space and caused a scene in front of others, it vwas foolish to do so… but I do have to thank you for stepping up. It vwas charming of you, Adam Blake.” She took a delicate sip of her champagne, watching as a smirk appeared on his face, clearly flattered by her words.

Feeling a surge of confidence, he took her hand, leading her away from the bustling crowd towards a more secluded area of the venue. [Name] was surprised but went along with him, curious about where he was taking her. After a short walk, they found themselves in a tranquil garden, far removed from the noise and chaos of the party. The fresh air was a welcome change, the gentle rustle of leaves providing a soothing backdrop.

Adam guided her to a bench and sat down next to her. [Name] felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she sipped her champagne, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had to admit, Adam certainly had the looks that could charm anyone, but she wasn’t one to be easily swayed.

Suddenly, she felt something crawling on her arm and brushed it away, discovering it was just a ladybug. 

“Not a fan of insects?” Adam asked, twirling his wine glass between his fingers. She shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “That and human insects too,” she scoffed, earning a chuckle from him.

Amused by her humor, Adam leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you say we ditch this stinking social gathering and head somewhere else?” His suggestion was lighthearted but carried an undertone of genuine interest, a small invitation for a date, just the two of them.

[Name] paused for a moment, contemplating the idea. A bit of quiet time with Adam could be nice, away from the prying eyes and the unwanted attention. “Hmm, I don't see a problem vwith that,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her cool demeanor.

Pride swelled within Adam at her acceptance, and he stood, extending his hand to her. “Quite the gentleman,” she complimented, taking his hand as she rose to her feet.

“Only for the one and only Russian player in Zenon Martyr,” he replied, flashing her a charming grin that made her heart race just a little.

Realizing her glass still contained champagne, she chugged the rest and set the empty glass outside, feeling a rush of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

Peaches do in fact taste sweet when you are with someone. 

*BEEP BEEP*

“Oh, a notification?”

Says here that she got invited to Japan for the Blue Lock next stage, And being invited as the NEL coach for Russia Stratum.

“Maybe mix it up, it could be males only.” She shrugged. 

*BEEP BEEP*

Wait no, this notification is for her, and for her only.  Guess she's going to Japan.

……”Oh…..”

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Tagged by @sweetjulieapples (thank you! Even though it took me like a week and a blog name change later 🙈)

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Three ships I enjoy:

I haven't played DAO yet, but Cullen x Amell/Surana is really getting me! I love a good forbidden trope. On that same trope, Blackwall x Josephine in DAI. They're both being so dumb about it. I'm pushing them together (in my head) like the dog 'now kiss' meme. Before DA, my biggest ship was, and still is tbh, Julian Devorak from The Arcana with my OC. They're nearly tied with @lunastarhawk's OC, Altheia, and Julian.

First ship:

InuYasha and Kagome -- the first ship where I learned what a ship was! Shipping them for over 20 years. That was painful to write.

Last song:

Last movie:

It's been a minute since I've watched a movie.... last one I remember is a Forrest Gump re-run on TV lol

Currently reading:

My boss gifted me "The Elements of Style" - not quite sure if she thought I would find it interesting, or if it's a not-so-subtle hint about my writing 😅

Currently watching:

I'm not actively watching any show at the moment. I usually catch The Office, Parks and Rec, and Friends re-runs during my lunch break.

Currently eating:

I'm totally about to go get a slice of peach cake.

Currently craving:

Honestly, some black beans. And I just had them the other day!

[yourfavoritewriter69]

Unhealthy Obsession

a/n hi everyone I think this chapter will be more intriguing than the first one but other than that I hope you enjoy chapter two also again i apologize there are any grammar mistakes lmaoo okayyy enjoyyyyy :)

part one

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Tw: sexual content, kissing

and adult language if there is anything else lemme know :))

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Part two: I need you

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It was the next morning you had gotten all ready for your first day at a new school. You received a text from Kirby saying she was five minutes away. You looked in the mirror once more before grabbing your bag, phone, and keys and heading out the door your aunt Luna said

“have a wonderful day at school honey text me if you need any” she smiles at you “Thank you Luna I love you” she replies “I love you too sweetheart also don't worry ill lock it behind you” She gestures to the door.

You walked outside and see Kirby sitting in her car waiting for you. You walk over and get in the car smiling at Kirby. “hi y/n how are you? are you ready for your first day?” she says in an enthusiastic tone. You reply “I'm ready just very nervous” You get in the car and buckle your seat belt. “I completely get that but I've got you Don't worry I’ll introduce you to some of my friends and you can sit with me at lunch if you would like” You smiled and just processed what she said for a second hoping she would introduce you to Charlie.

You apologize for getting lost in thought and say “Thank you Kirby it's nice to know I'm not alone I think today is gonna go well hopefully” You guys just made small talk the rest of the ride. Once you got there you and Kirby were a little early so there weren't too many people she showed you to the office so you could pick up your schedule and while she was walking you to your first-period class you were reading the paper while walking and you bump into someone and drop your paper and phone.

You bent down to grab your stuff and before you, you even have time to be upset you hear a voice say “Oh my god I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going” You look up to see a curly-haired boy with big blue eyes looking at you apologetically.

You smiled and reassured him it was okay. Kirby looked at Charlie and told him to watch where he was going and not to freakin take you out literally within the first few minutes of you being here. You look at Kirby and then Charlie almost waiting for an introduction. Kirby caught on and said “Oh yeah my bad this is Y/n she just moved back to Woodsboro” She smiled “and y/n this is charlie walker you know the boy we were talking about yesterday”

You felt your cheeks start to get hot and turned pink in embarrassment. Charlie speaks up and reaches his hand out “It's good to meet you y/n” You reached your hand out to shake his and say “It's good to meet you, Charlie”.

“so what class do you have a first period” “Biology how about you?” “omg me too what room number?” you responded “Uhh room 609” Kirby butted in “Hey y/n I gotta get to my first period I’ll see you at lunch okay? and charlie why don't u offer to walk her to class him?” she said it in a kinda bitchy smart ass way but it made u laugh. he said “well y/n can I walk you to class” he gave a nervous smile “I would like that thank you charlie”

He showed you to room 609. You guys walk in to only see the teacher sitting at his desk he looks up and gives you a friendly smile “You must new your y/n, right?” you said yes. And told him it was good to meet him.

You asked if there was any schoolwork you had to catch up on since it was your first day and everything and it was the middle of the semester “No I don’t think there’s anything that you have to do we got you covered and if it’s all right with you, I’m gonna make charlie you are the partner for this rest of semester” you smiled “that would be great” you look over and make eye contact with charlie. You both smiled.

The rest of the day flew by at lunch you sat with Kirby and a girl named Jill. It was now the last period of the day and Kirby and Charlie both had the same class it was English.

You were sitting in the back of the class with both Kirby and Charlie, whispering to each other giggling, but try not to cost too much of a scene by the end of the class you and Kirby couldn’t stop laughing you almost pissed her pants the bell rang. You grabbed your stuff instead up. 

Kirby offered to walk you out when Charlie talk to you on the shoulder and said  “Would you wanna go to the cinema club meeting you don’t have to join the club, but what do you wanna at least go to one to see if you’d like it?” you smiled at him you wanted too but you were so tired and wanted to go home you responded to him.

“I would love to Charlie but I really wanna go home” his face turned to disappointment and he said “Oh okay it's okay I understand maybe another day” You felt kinda bad “Okay maybe I can go what time does it end and ill go under one condition..”

“And what is that?” he said curiously “You have to drive me home after” He agreed and you guys started walking to the cinema club. Your hands brushed together while walking and he nervously pulled his hand away. you look at him and admire his beautiful face thinking how cute he is when he is nervous.

He looks over and down at you “What?” he asks “Nothing you just have really beautiful eyes” You smile while he starts to blush “T-thank you y/n” he stuttered because you made him all flustered You guys made it to the classroom and walked in to only see his best friend Robbie. Charlie had told you a little bit about him and the weird glasses he wore that had a camera live-streaming everything. Robbie looked over smiled and said “My omg you must be y/n im so happy you could make it”

oh my god. Robbie knew who you were and he was glad you made it bro. That means Charlie has been talking about you. “oh yeah of course I'm glad I was able to come too Charlie invited me” you say with a smile. you look over at Charlie who is lightly blushing and you guys make eye contact in that moment you wanted to kiss him you looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. it was that feeling you felt when you first saw him. it felt like the stop had slowed. As soon as you felt as if the moment was over Charlie cleared his throat.

The rest of the meeting went go you just talked about the stab movies and all their theories now. as Charlie had promised before he was gonna give you a ride home. You and Charlie walked out of the school side by side. You guys made it to his car and with your back to the car and him reaching to grab the handle of the door he almost had you pinned there.

your heart rate speed up as did your breathing. you were so close to him that he looked and your lips and at that moment you needed him. He moved closer to you causing your breath to hitch you leaned in and he did the same before your lips touched he asked if he could kiss you. “yes Charlie please I need you”

Not a second later he kissed you and the kiss got more intense your breathing was heavy and he pulled away and said “I need to take you home” You whined pleading with him to kiss you again because you didn't want this moment to end.

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 19: Believe

Day 19 @hinnymicrofic

“Are we honestly supposed to believe you don’t know where they–”

“Shut up, Smith,” Ginny growls, the panic rising in her throat. “Or are you really as thick as you look?”

The train is crowded; anybody could have overheard them. A child of a Death Eater, or a gossipy Ministry employee, anyone who could snap their fingers and descend horror on the Burrow, on her parents, her family. 

She’s never liked Zacharias Smith, but now she’s considering maiming him.

He has the decency to look abashed, but Ginny is past caring. What sort of explanation does he think he’s owed, anyway? Just because he showed up to some DA meetings so that he could pass his fucking DADA OWL? He can piss off.  

He lowers his voice. “You’re the one who’s thick if you think anyone is going to believe that you don’t know where Harry and Hermione are. And Ron, sick with spattergroit?”

She’s about to hex him, but he continues. “I’m not the worst person who’s going to ask. I’d come up with a better story, if I were you.”

The words are sharp and jagged on her tongue. “Harry ditched me. I couldn’t care less where he is.”

We could have had ages… months… years, maybe… 

Smith scoffs, clearly affronted. “With the way you two were carrying on? Please, spare me the cock-and-bull story. You won’t tell me, fine. But no one is going to believe that shite.”

It’s been like something out of something else’s life, these last few weeks with you…

He turns his back, and Ginny fantasizes about turning him to jelly as he walks away. Before she can act on it, she can feel a steady hand on her arm.

“He’s a git,” Neville says firmly, closing their compartment door. “Not worth it.”

Rather than debate the merits of teaching that weasel a lesson, Ginny sighs. “He’s a git with a point though. Worse than the likes of him are going to ask me about them. Probably you lot, as well.”

Neville looks grim, Luna thoughtful.

“I suppose it is difficult to think Harry would ditch you like that,” Luna muses.

“He did ditch me,” Ginny snarls. “You know that.”

Neville stares down at his shoes, but Luna remains serene. “Yes, but not really though, did he?”

“He did,” Ginny insists. “And you’d better help me convince them he never gave a shite about me.”

Neville grimaces. “Harry’s not like that though, is he? People won’t think–”

“He got what he wanted,” Ginny says harshly, wanting to startle them with it. “And he left.”

Neville looks unhappy, but then nods, acquiescing. Luna, however, gives her a searching look. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Ginny closes her eyes; perhaps her eyelids can shield her from the onslaught of memories accosting her. Harry, waiting outside of her lessons; Harry, mucking about in the library studying for Divination; Harry, kissing her furiously against a wall, looking at her like she's the sun.

Harry, walking away from her. 

“I have to believe that,” Ginny says, opening her eyes and gritting her teeth. “So they will, too.”

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "The Hidden Song"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The morning was calm at the Phantomhive mansion. The sun began to rise on the horizon, casting golden rays through the tall windows, creating a spectacle of light and shadow in the elegant corridors. It was early, and the mansion was enveloped in an almost sacred silence. S/n, who had been awake for some time, was in the armory room, cleaning her daggers.

With meticulous movements, she slid the cloth over the blades, making them shine under the soft light. As she worked, she began to sing softly, almost without noticing. Her voice, clear and melodious, filled the room with the lyrics of the song.

"Cae la noche, me está buscando Hay luna llena y las loba' estamo' cazando Caí en el party, humo volando Di un par de paso' y vi que me estabas mirando..."

Sebastian, always attentive, was passing through the corridor near the armory. The sound of S/n's voice caught his attention, making him stop. He silently approached the slightly open door, curious and enchanted. He had never heard S/n sing before, and the softness of her voice combined with the intensity of the lyrics surprised him.

"Oh, te acercaste y me pediste Fuego pa' encenderte un blunt Ni lo pensé Te lo saqué de la boca, lo prendí y te dije que..."

She sang with a passion and rhythm that Sebastian did not expect. The words flowed naturally, and he could feel the emotion in each verse. There was something captivating in the way she moved, even while performing a simple task like cleaning her daggers. He stood there, immobile, almost hypnotized by the scene.

"Detrás del humo no se ve, no, no se ve Acerquémono' un poquito, que te quiero conocer Te lo muevo en HD, un perreo HP Una hora, dos botellas y directo pa'l hotel..."

Sebastian entered the room silently, his steps inaudible. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on S/n. She was so immersed in the music that she did not immediately notice his presence. He observed her every movement, from the way she cleaned the daggers to how her lips moved as she sang. There was a natural sensuality and strength in her performance that left him fascinated.

"Dá calor quando chega perto de mim Que vontade de sentar em você Faz aquele jeito do macentin' Mírame, y hágale Por trás da fumaça tu sarra em mim Tomamos três goles de prazer Olha nos olhos, olha nos ojos, ah..."

S/n finally noticed Sebastian's presence when she lifted her gaze and saw him watching her. She abruptly stopped singing, a look of surprise crossing her face.

"Sebastian," she said, putting the dagger aside. "I didn't know you were there."

He smiled softly, stepping out of the shadows. "Forgive me for interrupting, Miss S/n. Your voice is... enchanting. I didn't know you could sing."

She shrugged, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "It's just something I like to do to pass the time. It helps me relax."

"I must say, it was a pleasant surprise," he commented, approaching her. "The lyrics of the song are quite... intense."

S/n laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Yes, it's a song I like. It has an energy that makes me feel alive." Sebastian watched her for a moment, his gaze intense.

"You have many talents, S/n. Every day I discover something new about you." She looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of challenge and curiosity. "And you, Sebastian? Do you ever allow yourself to be surprised?"

He smiled enigmatically. "Rarely. But I must admit, you manage to do so more than most." There was a palpable tension between them, something that went beyond words. Sebastian, always controlled and calculating, felt something new and disconcerting.

S/n, for her part, perceived a vulnerability in him that she had never seen before. She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on his. "Perhaps you should allow yourself to be surprised more often. It can be... invigorating."

He tilted his head, the smile still present, but his eyes showing a depth of emotion he rarely revealed. "Perhaps you're right, S/n. Perhaps I should."

In that moment, the invisible barrier that existed between them began to dissolve. It wasn't just attraction or mutual respect, but something deeper. A recognition that, despite their differences, there was something that connected them in a way they were both still learning to understand. As the sun continued to rise in the sky, casting a golden glow over them, S/n and Sebastian stood in silence, a mutual understanding growing between them. It was the beginning of something new, something that promised to change not only the dynamics between them but also the very essence of the Phantomhive mansion.

[hp-confessions]

Re. The anon who called HP a misogynistic series. 

JKR is transphobic. She has used her platform to spread misinformation and personal attacks on trans people and women with unconfirmed DSD. She should absolutely be held accountable for that. That contradicts her feminism. But I don’t agree on your point about the books.

“Jkr claims to be such feminist, however, her books are solely based on male friendships or male/female friendships.”

Yeah because the main character is male and the story is from his perspective so of course it focused on his friendships. 

Yes, we get to see mild friendships like Luna and Ginny or Hermione and Ginny.

Luna is a character who is ostracized and bullied. She doesn’t have any friends until the DA so her friendship with Ginny and Hermione isn’t mild. She has a mural of their faces on her ceiling. That’s how meaningful they are. 

 Why couldn’t Hermione have a group of girlfriends she hung out with when the boys got annoying?? Couldn’t she have a female friend or two that she really got along with?

This is an essential part of Hermione’s story. She starts book 1 as shy, nerdy, and not having friends. After the troll incident she has a connection with Harry and Ron. She doesn’t have connections with girls intentionally because it brings her and the boys closer. JKR wrote her based on her own experiences of being plain and bookish and not having that make for popularity in school. 

We know Ginny is popular and I’m assuming Lily was somewhat popular too, who are their friends then (don’t say Neville and Luna because she had to have more friends than that! And I refuse to believe Snape was Lily’s only friend)?? Why wasn’t there any mention about Harry’s godmother?? Did Molly really never have any friends to let off some steam? The same thing with Tonks and Fleur?? Why couldn’t Hermione have a group of girlfriends she hung out with when the boys got annoying?? Couldn’t she have a female friend or two that she really got along with?

Again this series of from Harrys perspective. There is a lot we don’t know about these characters because he isn’t around to see it. Ginny is in a different year than Harry so it’s not like there’s any reason for him to interact with her friends. Also yeah she’s popular but most people only have a few friends who are true intimate real friendships so saying Neville and Luna isn’t irrelevant. 

Lily is seen is a couple of flashbacks that were Snape’s memories so it’s biased to only show them. There’s no evidence that he has a godmother. Would be nice if he did but having a godparent that wasn’t in prison would’ve led to him not being raised by the Dursleys which fundamentality changes the story. 

Molly is only seen when she is around Harry and when Harry is there she is also raising her children. Ask any stay at home mother with 7 kids who lives in the middle of the country if they have an active social life. We do not see how she spends her time when the kids are at school because it’s not Harry’s purview. 

Fleur is only even seen as the champion and bill fiancé. Would it have been nice to give her more of a backstory, yes, but it’s not relevant to Harry’s story. 

Tonks is the same as being seen through the lens of an auror and an order member because that is how she interacts with Harry. 

HP is a misogynistic series written by a self proclaimed feminist.

The women in Harry Potter are not myopic. They are allowed to not just fit into a single mold of womanhood. They are nerdy, brave, traumatized, optimistic, strong, fragile, good, evil, kind, cruel, conflicted, beautiful, plain, ugly, rational, or dreamers. 

We see them grieve, betray, rebel, make friendships, walk away from them, fight, lose, kill to protect and kill out of cruelty. We see them as sporty, frilly, ambitious and we see them evolve and grow up. 

I get that hating on JKR is standard practice and it breaks my heart to see who she has become but these books are such a part of how I and a lot of people grew up and a lot of these female characters are inspirations. 

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[redheadspark]

OOOOO for pretty words prompts.

elixir - write a scene where your character creates a magical potion. You pick the character! 😁

A/N - YAY STELLA!! Thanks for requesting this, and it'll feature our favorite quidditch player

Poppy

Summary - You would do anything to bring a smile to your daughter's face, much to the amusement of your husband Oliver Wood

Warnings - Nothing but Cute fluff!

"Should I be worried about what you brought home for our daughter, dear?"

"Never, Oli! I know she'll love it, even if you don't."

Oliver had to chuckle as he was placing his playbook on the coffee table in front of him while the soft pattering of feet was heard coming your way in the living room. You were barely shrugging off your jacket and beanie when your 3-year-old daughter was now rushing into the room, seeing you and beaming as her curls were bouncing around her face, "Momma! I missed you, momma!"

"I missed you too, Pops," You replied, picking her up to hug her as she was snuggled into your hold, "Were you good for your Da?"

"Uh-huh! We played Princesses and shared a Chocolate Frog!" Poppy informed you as Oliver leaned over to kiss your cheek.

"Compliments of Fred and Ron, they gave me extra when I went to visit them at the shop last night," Oliver explained, "And, we also got invited to see Luna's farm tomorrow and meet her new bunnies,"

"Can we have one, momma? Can we, please?" Poppy asked, her face etched in excitement as you tried not to snort in laughter.

"Your Da and I can talk about it. Now, I have something to show you. You wanna see?" You asked her, seeing her nod her head rapidly as you placed her back on the ground, "Go wait for me in the kitchen at the table then, okay?"

She hummed and ran off, Oliver walking over with a raised brow as you fished out the ingredients that you brought with you in your messenger bag.

"Seriously, what did you bring Poppy?" Oliver asked you again as you smiled.

"Something I learned back from our school days, and I think our little girl will love and appreciate it," You explained taking the ingredients in hand and making your way to the kitchen. Oliver followed you, intrigued himself by what you had up your sleeve as your daughter was waiting at the table, kicking her feet in excitement.

You laid out an empty vial, two small vials with some powder inside, a root that was rolled in parchment, and a small poppy flower.

"Your mum and Da made this potion when we were in school," You explained to your daughter.

"You mean Hogwarts?" Poppy asked.

"Precisely! This was one of my favorite potions to make, and I wanna show you how to make it." You explained, "You see those two powders? I want you to pour each powder into this big vial, nice and slow, okay?"

"Kay," She replied, sitting on her knees and taking each powder vial to pour in carefully. Although she spilled some of it on the floor, you cleaned it up with a flick of your wrist of your wand and finally, you summoned a few dollops of water from the tip fo your wand to be in the main vial that was in front of Poppy. She looked to you now, now knowing what to do next as you pointed to the red flower.

"Now here's the fun part!" You explained, taking the vial with the mixed powder in hand, "Pour this over the flower,"

You could tell she was a bit hesitant in doing so, looking at the bright red flower and then at the powder right in front of her hand. Even biting her lower lip, she didn't move just yet.

"It's going to be great, I promise you," You reassured your daughter, "Go on,"

She finally took the vial, hovering it over the bright red Poppy that was perched on the surface of the table. She finally poured it over the flower, seeing the red petals disappear under the powder as you pointed your wand at the small hill of ingredients. Your daughter's eyes were rather large, watching with bated breath as you whispered the spell under your breath.

The powder swirled around the flower and blended into a liquid, then it went into the middle of the flower and made the poppy flower glow a tint of red, new petals grew out and the flower itself enlarged. Now it was floating and rotating in a small circle in front of Poppy, hearing her giggle and laugh as she reached out to touch the new flower and its delicate petals.

"Now it will never die. It's enchanted, just like you," You hummed, kissing the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around you and hugged you, "It's my favorite flower, and I named you Poppy because of how beautiful it is,"

"I love it, momma!" She said against your chest. You grinned and kissed her curls, looking over at Oliver and seeing him smile with a wink.

Poppy would keep that flower for the rest of her life, then she would give it to your grandaughter who was named after you.

The End.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: Friday Saturday Kiss Tag

Thanks to @agirlandherquill and @thewritingautisticat for the tags! A day late but y'know what I don't care a tag game is a tag game.

Rules: From your Story/WIP, post a kiss scene. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, platonic smooches, forehead kisses, to full-blown makeouts. If you don't have a kissing scene, that's okay! Just use this as a writing share instead.

Lo and behold! My latest (and only posted) kissing scene from my Hero x Villain Whump series:

Hero glanced down at them, hesitated, and planted a quick kiss on their forehead. Villain’s eyes flew open in shock. “Hey… no fair… can’t kiss you back….” “Oh! Of course!” Hero leaned their head forward, their lips finding Villain’s. It was strange, harboring these feelings, these attachments for so long, and finally having them out in the open. It was comforting. Villain loved them back.  The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as Hero wanted, but duty prompted them to pull away long before they desired to. “Let’s get you medical attention.” “…m’kay…” Villain murmured sleepily.

If you want context go read the whole thing I'm not explaining the shit show that just went down.

Tagging @annakayy @faytelumos @stargazer-luna @leahnardo-da-veggie @sableglass and open tag! :D

[1vidapoeticando]

Sempre amei o céu, tanto de dia, quanto a noite...Aprecio sua beleza e inspiração que ela nos dá...As vezes me sinto como a lua, solitária, porém, fazendo companhia a todos ao meu redor...Já amei tanto uma pessoa que para mim era como se ela fosse o meu universo...Sentia o amor tão grande, que a alegria transbordava a todos ao meu redor...Quando amar alguém, seja o melhor até o último dia...E sempre valorize o amor de cada um por você...Não deixe de demonstrar, e não ignore uma pessoa que te ama...Uma pessoa que prepara para você, textos lindos e fofos, e poesias...Que da o melhor de si todos os dias...Uma pessoa que se preocupa e tem saudades de você...Que te ama incondicionalmente...Neste fim as palavras não são minhas, mas são verdades, nunca ignore, porque talvez um dia você poderá acordar e perceber que perdeu a lua enquanto contava as estrelas...

Siempre me ha encantado el cielo, tanto de día como de noche... Aprecio su belleza y la inspiración que nos da... A veces me siento como la luna, sola, pero haciendo compañía a todos los que me rodean... Ahora amé un persona tanto que para mí era como si fuera mi universo... Sentí el amor tan grande, que la alegría desbordaba a todos los que me rodeaban... Cuando ames a alguien, sé el mejor hasta el último día... Y valora siempre el amor de cada persona por ti... No dejes de demostrarlo, y no ignores a una persona que te ama... Una persona que prepara para ti, bellos y lindos textos, y poemas... Que te da lo mejor de ti cada día... Una persona que te importe y te extrañe... Que te ame incondicionalmente... Al final las palabras no son mías, pero son verdades, nunca las ignores, porque tal vez algún día tú despertarás y te darás cuenta de que perdiste la luna mientras contabas las estrellas...

I have always loved the sky, both day and night...I appreciate its beauty and the inspiration it gives us...Sometimes I feel like the moon, lonely, but keeping company with everyone around me...Now I loved a person so much that for me it was as if they were my universe... I felt the love so great, that joy overflowed to everyone around me... When you love someone, be the best until the last day... And always value each person's love for you... Don't fail to show it, and don't ignore a person who loves you... A person who prepares for you, beautiful and cute texts, and poems... Who gives the best of you every day... A person who cares and misses you... Who loves you unconditionally... In the end, the words are not mine, but they are truths, never ignore them, because maybe one day you will wake up and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars...

Ho sempre amato il cielo, sia di giorno che di notte...apprezzo la sua bellezza e l'ispirazione che ci dà...A volte mi sento come sulla luna, solitario, ma in compagnia di tutti quelli che mi circondano...Ora ho amato un persona così tanto che per me era come se fosse il mio universo... sentivo l'amore così grande, che la gioia traboccava in tutti quelli intorno a me... Quando ami qualcuno, sii il migliore fino all'ultimo giorno... E valorizza sempre l'amore di ogni persona per te... Non mancare di dimostrarlo, e non ignorare una persona che ti ama... Una persona che prepara per te testi e poesie belli e carini... Chi ti regala il meglio di te ogni giorno... Una persona che si prende cura di te e che ti manca... Che ti ama incondizionatamente... Alla fine le parole non sono mie, ma sono verità, non ignorarle mai, perché forse un giorno tu ti sveglierai e realizzerai che hai perso la luna mentre contavi le stelle...

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