#stolen furbies

[misfitfurby]

I popped over to the Furby Reddit to just look around and see cute posts but little did I expect to find TWO MORE MERCARI SCAMMERS

Like fr, don't y'all have anything better to do??

Worst part is someone DID fall for it so we now have a victim :(

If ANYONE knows who bought the 8 Ball, please please please do reach them and let them know!

Keep reporting these two accounts as well as the Labrador guy

Mercari has to wake up and do something eventually... Right?

So far, their help and reporting sucks ass but hopefully now with a confirmed scam they'll listen to all of us who have been posting and reporting

[furbyappreciator]

Morfeus has invaded italy

[sillyfroggremlin]

I fear I've fallen into the custom furby rabbit hole and fear I cannot get out

in other news if you see me posting/rebloging a lot of furby related things... I'm so sorry

[churromagne]

[not-inappropriate]

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[factual-fantasy]

28 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🧜‍♀️

Nope. That's not me. I don't have a tiktok. :/

Remember folks! Like my pinned post says, if you find my artwork anywhere else other than here? Its stolen 100% of the time!

@cat7890

I don't understand what you're asking... <:0

My only opinion is that the eyes are really spooky looking <XDD

@spacewitchgardevoir

Thank you so much!! :DD Unfortunately I haven't thought much of that through yet.. I only have vague ideas so far. Like how the slimes in The Wilds will be hisuian pokemon for example. I plan to work more on the slimes soon! <XDD

@sora-the-air-wubbox (Oh hey! I know of wubboxes! :D )

I have not actually.. are those the roblox guys..? <:0

@an-aspiring-jester

Awe! Thank you!! :DDD I'll have to think of who to pass this to next! :00

AAAA THANK YOU!! :DD I haven't played the slime Rancher 2 demo but I still want to play it when the full game comes out! :))

(PLA inspired comic in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Having my artwork compared to the beautiful works of studio Ghibili is such an honor!! 😭😭💞💞💞

And speaking of a continuation.. I actually finished drawing a short comic last night about Ingo and Emmet's reunion. It was all done and ready to post... but then I changed my mind. The quality of the comic was much lower than the PLA comic I just did. No backgrounds, rushed line art.. uninspired house design.. eh. I just wasn't satisfied.

I still plan to post a reunion comic mind you! I just want to put more heart into it and try drawing it again- <XDD

@blbllblblblll

A tempting offer I must say, but I'm still on break from the Octonauts fandom!.. <XD

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you!! :DDD And my favorite slime is the puddle slime.. 🥺💞 and my fave largo has gotta be the Mosaic x phosphor, but specifically the secret style pack version XDD

Now for Boom Boom and Pom Pom.. that's a good question.. I haven't really thought about them :00 I supposed they can be some higher ranking soldiers of some kind! (Also my Koopa Kingdoms has more primitive technology than in cannon <XD. Although they get quite a boost thanks to magikoopas.👀👀)

Also the super ball flower creates some interesting ideas.. maybe it could be a flower that allows Mario and Luigi to turn things into metal? But why would it be a flower.. hmm.. I think I'll have to do a lot of retconning If I wants to add this flower to my AU <XDD

Also thank you for the ask! Always appreciated :)))

@fizzy-stars

XDD Who knows? Maybe they are!

@wolfie-777

XDD Cant say I'll make a comic series for them, but if I did it would totally be like that! Mostly Dink being high energy and annoying the sleepy Doink XDD

So far my intentions are that they don't have a trainer :00

YOU ARE GIVING ME SOOO MANY ANGST IDEAS 👀👀👀

WAAAAAATHANKOTUUUU!!!! 😭💞💞💞💞

@gamesperger

You'd be surprised how often I get told that <XDD

@anikakitty11

AWWW I LOVE LUCAS!!! 😭😭💞💞💞

@samcat2

Draw something for me?.. weeell.... I do love Dusknoir... 🥺🥺👀👀👀

@yourstrulylightstar283

Not sick again, its the same unknown medical problem I've been dealing with for almost a year now.. 😔😔😔Thank you though, I'm doing my best to stay calm and take it easy <:}}}

Hi Timothy! I am afraid :D

His eyes always make me laugh <XDD

I have not.. though it looks good, maybe I should give it a watch! :00

(Furby Grimace)

Oh he's fine. He's just coming to grips with his own mortality that's all <XD

@red1sg0n3

:DD THANK YOUU!! :)))))

@justanintrovertedweirdo

WAAAHHGGGTHTHANK YOUUU SO MUCHH!!!!! 😭😭💞💞💞💞

And I'm so glad you feel the same way about the whole romantic love thing!! Sure they're great an all.. but I feel like the only kinds of relationships I see I fandoms are romantic ships..

Where are all the brotherhood comics? Characters motivated by a deep love for each other but its platonic and not romantic? I have so much more fun experimenting with those kinds of stories!

@cherrycreamfairy

:DDD Thank you! I'm glad to see Jangles getting some love! 🥰🥰

@kirshimadenkisero

XDD Go for it!

I know this was probably a drawing suggestion, but since they're closed now I'll answer it as a question....😅

My favorite legendary is a tough pick.. I love a lot of them.. 🥺💞💞but man, its hard to beat Xerneas. My favorite shiny is also a hard pick.. Its gonna have to be shiny Giratina. With shiny Rayquaza and shiny primal Kyogre as honorable mentions XDD

I know you didn't say this but I'll put it in there anyways XDD My favorite sub-legendary is Suicune. But my favorite shiny out of the sub-legendaries is actually Chi-Yu.. 👀👀

My favorite mythical Pokémon is Celebi , and my favorite shiny mythical is also Celebi. XDD I love that littol onion,,🥺💞💞💞

[skeleton-mischief]

Fresh Sans!

Yo, I'm Fresh! Don't you dare forget it, ya hear?¿ I'm the best thing you'll ever need!!

(Headcanons below :-) )

- Official Height: 6'3

- He/Him but doesn't mind gender neutral pronouns either

- Optimistic nihilist

- Confident, honest, assertive, teasing, deceitful, erratic, social, cocky, careless, playful, impulsive, perceptive, self sufficient, loud, self involved, apathetic, nosy, unfiltered, and individualistic

- Often, the parasite will willingly leap to other bodies once the husk is no longer usable, fashion becoming altered by whatever AU Sans it possesses

- a fan of TMNT, he owns action figures even

- carries around gum, figurines, stickers, pins, and other random items that somehow fit inside his pockets

- can do backflips effortlessly and is highly flexible, agile

- Speaks uniquely with words like "yo broseph," "that's not very swag, broski" etc.

- He has multiple versions of bro for him to name others

- skateboards to travel around frequently, his skateboard somehow manages to summon and even be shaped differently based on the AU

- Dances commonly and overall cartoonish with his movements, he can

- Often chews on gum or has suckers to eat since he doesn't smoke

- Uses slang and hardly, if ever, curses. If he does curse, it's beyond a serious reason to believe what he has to say

- Has a giant bat as his weapon of choice, but he has stolen multiple mili weapons and even has a magical nuke of choice

- His glasses express his emotion, or just say what he's thinking/saying

- Gets in others personal space but refuses others to do the same for him. Rarely does he actually worry though, since no one wants him super close to them

- Loves to wreck havoc and does not have any attachments to others as a result

- Annoys Error for funsies, along with Red or others that

- AuDHD

- Magic smells and tastes of taffy/fruity candy

- No one can determine what he does or expect a planned attack, his erratic behavior is worse than any other AU

- Has the ability to warp his surroundings in an odd manner. Not quite a glitch but more of a colorful, chaotic way of altering his surroundings. He doesn't do it intentionally, but doesn't mind. For example, things seem to pop with intense color, things that are depressing altering to something else. Cigarettes = Suckers, Alcohol = Soda, etc

- Loves candy and has a sweet tooth, he rarely doesn't have candy in his mouth

- Travels into other AU's, but people are weirded out by him when he appears. He loves to confuse others

- Often seen as annoying, he has a tendency to not care

- He hardly ever is anything but happy, and even then he is never seen not smiling. There would have to be something wRønG to have him frowning

- Has multiple pins and jewelry, he will give you a gift he has if he likes you. It helps him identify you when he decides to travel and needs to remember what timeline of a character knows him

- Will gift people odd things, once he gave someone a Lego pack while another person was gifted a keychain

- Loves furbies to a concerning extent. He somehow got ahold of one that's conscious and carries it around with him. It's the only thing he's truly attached to

- Even if he doesn't have a lot of compassion, empathy, or sympathy, he won't involve others in his drama for the sake of "them not being able to handle his fun nature" (he actually does care for them, and just refuses to acknowledge it)

- Won't go out of his way to keep others safe often, but on occasion he has saved someone. No one can identify what the reason happens to be

- People tend to say "oh no, not him," when he appears

- He canonically can censor other people with their curse words, and in fact it's impossible to curse when he's around

- April 20th is his official bday (420 joke) but because Fresh doesn't like drugs he lies by telling others his birthday is April 1st

- Apparently has amazing Defense to the point that it's nearly impossible to kill him. Only the husk can die, since nothing can out speed the parasite. The only entity it's ever avoided is Reaper, as Reaper happens to be the only one to actually scare the parasite

- Has explosive furbies. He can activate them as if they were a detonator when thrown. When it lands on any intentional or unintentional target, it will explode into a great explosion of "murderous colors"

- Is horribly blunt, he'll say whatever is on his mind without concern. In fact, it can be absolutely the worst insult you've ever had

- He's quite affectionate. He'll hold people's hands, hug them, press foreheads, and even do a kiss now and again

- Has a lot of 80's and 90's fashion, but he just wears whatever makes him happy at the moment

- He doesn't classify himself as good or bad, as he only worries for himself. (....unless?)

- Usually watches other AU's when they're fighting, sometimes he'll fuck shit up as a result too even if it's someone he was on good terms with

- It rarely happens, but if he's angry enough his parasite will crawl out of his eye socket to wrap its tentacles around his glasses. The parasite often moves around the body, which would be around the ribs or the skull

- If he takes off his hat, usually something is underneath like a rubber duck or even a smaller hat

- Acts like he's friends with everyone, even if they absolutely disagree since he just wants a good time

- Taller than other Sanses usually so he looms over them or uses it to his advantage

- Loves to float around, either in air or in water (don't ask)

- His glasses stay on his head at all times. Always, as it's a "stamp" of his character

- Loves french fries and ketchup, though he doesn't need food often

- Usually likes 80's and 90's music but will listen to any for fun

- Adores seeing kids and spending time with them when it happens. He loves to get them to laugh, to play around

- Tom Cardy and Weird Al is his favorite artists

- Roller skates around and often customizes them

- He is one out of two individuals who knows that Ink is soulless

- Gender does not affect him, but he likes masc and gender neutral pronouns the most

- He is very in control of his emotions, he has never lost control of them. HOWEVER, there is a slim chance that if he ever fell in love or loved someone platonically, he would think that he was dying or that he was sick with something

- He's on the aroace spectrum, and there are no reports of him ever experiencing love or sexual attraction. There is a slim chance of love actually forming, romantic at least, but don't expect it to be anytime soon

- He doesn't care what people think, he would love to wear a dress or a skirt with a cute cardigan. Androgynous or masc outfits are what he likes, but he's not against wearing fem clothes

- Can he get drunk? Well, yes, but what gets him drunk isn't alcohol. He has a high metabolism, and it would have to be a specifically made magical beverage to get him wasted. In fact, alcohol, drugs, and smoking are things he avoids. He once snorted a whole ass pack of fun dip and pixie sticks. He didn't do it anymore after the incident.

Closing Notes: I won't really think about what he's like in a romantic relationship since I personally don't see it happening. If it was ever requested, I might consider it someday. I just think he'd form platonic relationships if anything. Thank you for reading :-))

[wr-n]

idk if this has been asked but

how does one

join one of the eldritch twin's cult grouping

per se

Well, different cults handle new members differently!

Nightmare: - Takes as many people as he can get away with - Preferably those who are suffering

Dream: - Whisks people away after a few days of Dreaming about him - Those with weak wills and a need for direction

Endless: - Give offerings on an altar - ANY form of flattery and a polite request

Horizon: - God help you - No rules, make it up yourself because Ink sure as hell won't know them - You're on your own because once he notices you, its over

Lo (Loved One): - Offer living beings (preferably skeleton monsters for best results) - NO. Furby. Items. Themed. Or. Otherwise.

Massacre: - Warning: Offer anything EXCEPT immoral items - Things that will get you killed are: kidnapped/stolen things, sacrificed beings, etc. - For a neutral/decent result, offer small notes and letters after doing things that make you healthy (i.e. working out, eating well, sleeping at good times)

Hope that helps!

[nvcr]

Another Furby post lol

I just purchased a Shelby that's supposed to be coming soon, but its antenna are really badly damaged. Is there ANY good way to fix these up? Anyone have any tips?

THIS is what they look like at the moment (stolen from the eBay listing)

I'd LOVE to get them looking nice and pretty again. Don't have to be moving or anything, just looking better and healthier lol!

[muppetjokernumberfivefan]

Tell us what you see in your dream

I wake to find myself in a desert, walking across the dunes. And then I feel it. It begins as an itch in my throat, then it spreads down my chest and into it stomach. It trickles into my veins. I'm thirsty. My tongue and throat get so dry I feel like they're going to turn into dust. I've never known such thirst, how can this feeling exist? I have to get out of there. I scream for help, for someone to wake me up, then a terrible fear crosses my mind, what if I cant wake up? As I keep walking the thirst grows stronger with ever step. I believe I have reached the peak of human torment, only to step further and learn a greater torment. The suffering devolves me to a creature who is only desire is for water. But there is no water, only sand as far as the eye can see.

I walk for what feels like centuries, time no longer exists. The misery drives me insane. Within my thirst I feel the weight of human suffering. In these moments I could write poetry that would force its reader to suicide. If I look someone in the eye, their heart would stop. If I whisper in their ear their brain would hemorrhage. The suffering turns me into suffering. I am, in these moments, the embodiment of pain. Vultures circle in the sky, but as I look at them for the first time, I realize for the first time they were not vultures. They were just shapes, blurry and out of focus. They look like mint green circles. Suddenly the circles merge in the sky forming one much larger circle, the size of a doorway, emblazoned by a familiar logo.

This portal forms in front me, opening to reveal a hole into darkness as the sound of footsteps approach from within. "Hey bud!" "Hi honey," my mothers say as they now stand over me. "How ya doin'?" "I-I'm so thirsty..." I manage to gasp out, my voice creaking like a rusty gate. "That's not good, you got to stay hydrated pal!" "Here you go sweetheart, have a drink!" at this moment I would give anything for a drink. I raise the glass and bring it to my lips. but as I stair into the water I see a storm. The water in my glass is an ocean, and I see thousands of people drowning inside. I realize that the water means death, but in the moment I don't care. I have to drink. "Go on..." "Drink it buddy!" I stare out at my parents and see that their eyes glisten yellow with red pupils. "It's okay sweetie..." "Drink..." But as the water touches my lips, I feel a presence. "Someone is here." She seems to rise right from the sand. "You aren't welcome-" My parents voices are stolen by the wind, they try to scream but there is only silence as the woman approaches. I try to squint and see her face, but the swirling storm of sand obscured her from where I sit on my knees.

"The fly in your water, why does it kick?" I look in my glass and see there is a fly struggling to stay afloat. "Because it does not wish to die. We all fight to live." "Who are you?" The woman smiles. "I am the apple." Then she vanishes before my eyes. I stare back at my parents imposters. They began to mutate. "Michael!" The skin from their face melted down to the ground. "Listen to your mommies!" Their necks spring outwards looking like long, fur covered trunks. "Now drink your fucking water!" and then I remember fathers warning, what the long Furby represents. "Fuck you." I take the water and I dump it into the sand. Water pours from the glass like a tidal wave, the Furby monsters are washed away, and the flood turns the desert into an ocean. As I stand at the bottom of the sea, my feet heavy like concrete. I cant swim, my breath running out as I sink into the sand. Looking up all I can see above me is the silhouette of an apple floating up on the surface of the water. and then I wake up.

Anyways, anyone have a good solution for better dreams? I can't astral project until I get this taken care of, so any suggestion is appreciated.

[sweetie-peaches]

If heaven is real I hope it’s like waking up from a nap on a trampoline with the sun on my skin in 2016. I hope heaven is like reading crappy marvel fanfiction on fanfiction.net. I hope heaven is like staying up too late watching popularmmos and dantdm. I hope heaven is like 3 am YouTube challenges with my friends. I hope heaven is like claw machines and mobile apps and furbies and Barbies. I hope heaven is like snow cones and playing in the pool. I hope heaven is like my sisters. I hope heaven is like my mother. I hope in heaven I am happy

I hope in heaven I am a kid again. I hope in heaven my innocence is not stolen from me. I hope in heaven I don’t grow up with scars and nightmares. I hope in heaven my hands will not be stained with my own blood. I hope in heaven I am loved. I hope in heaven I love. I hope in heaven I am happy

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley and the Return to the Riddles

Chapter 7: The Most Powerful Puffskein at Hogwarts

A/N: I had THE most fun writing this chapter. Happy Halloween. Kudos to @cursebreakerfarrier for changing the furby’s eyes in the above photo. Warnings: mentions of grief/loss, and a savage beast.

October was growing more autumnal by the day, with the sky painted grey and the grounds covered in leaves in every imaginable shade of umber, orange, and yellow. The giant pumpkins in Hagrid’s garden were almost ready to be picked, and the students had started to don their knitwear. It was a typical autumn term at Hogwarts, in almost every way, except for one thing: the thief was still at large.

With more items going missing daily, and still no luck finding the culprit, Corey Hayden the Head Boy was arranging more and more prefects’ meetings, which Artemis was finding more and more tedious.

“Honestly, this is pointless,” she whispered to Charlie, as Corey announced - yet again - that he still had no leads. “If they’ve run out of the good sandwiches by the time we get to lunch, I’m going to be livid.”

Charlie made a low, sympathetic humming noise, and Artemis crossed her arms over her chest as she looked out of the window at the rain falling steadily on the surface of the Black Lake outside. On the shore, a single white swan was grooming itself and ruffling its feathers. It was miserable weather outside, but Artemis still would have gladly traded places with that one wet swan, if only to avoid having to listen to Corey droning on.

“I’ve been re-reading all my detective novels,” Corey was now saying, “and I think we really should consider the possibility that the thief is one of the people who reported an item stolen.”

“Why would a thief report a theft that they committed?”

“In order to shift the blame from themselves. In The Detective Files of-”

“You’re using tips from detective novels to help you find out whose been nicking a few girls’ jewellery from around the school?” said Victor Ketsueki, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. “What’s your next theory? A Niffler did it?”

There were a few muffled snorts of laughter from around the room as Victor rolled his eyes and Corey bristled. Artemis pursed her lips. Though she found Corey insufferable, she disliked Victor just as much. She also hated these meetings, but at least she had the good sense to sit through them in surly silence and not try and draw attention to herself. Besides, it wasn’t just ‘a few girls’ jewellery’ that had been lost. These were things that had meant something to their original owners, and still did, such as Murphy’s Golden Snitch pin badge and Talbott’s mother’s old necklace. 

She narrowed her eyes at both Corey and Victor before returning her attention to the view from the window. The rain outside was falling more heavily now, and even the swan had disappeared from view, presumably having grown as bored of his own situation as Artemis had of hers.

“Well, if you all wouldn’t mind speaking again to the people in your houses who claim to have had things stolen from them, that would be appreciated,” Corey said. “You’re all free to go.”

At last, Artemis thought. She slung her yellow rucksack over her shoulder and followed Charlie and Badeea across the classroom. She got to the door at the same time as Victor Ketsueki, who stepped in front of her as if he hadn’t noticed her there.

“Excuse me.” Her mouth dropped open. “I was just-”

“Well done. You remembered the words I taught you,” said Victor. He gave her an insincere smile before turning his collar up and walking away down the corridor in the opposite direction to the rest of the prefects.

Artemis frowned as she watched him leave. Why was he not going to lunch in the Great Hall like everyone else? What was he up to?

“He’s probably meeting a girl,” said Badeea, as Artemis caught up with her and Charlie. “They all seem to like him these days.”

“Why?”

“I expect it’s because of the poems. You should see him in the Common Room, he’s always scribbling away. Tulip and I asked him what he was writing the other night, he told us it was a haiku.”

“Bless you.”

“It’s a kind of Japanese poem,” Badeea laughed, not unkindly. “Short but sweet, you know?”

“She knows about one of those things,” muttered Charlie, and he left for the Gryffindor table. 

He was already halfway across the Great Hall before Artemis understood the joke, and so she tutted to herself as she took her own seat at the Hufflepuff table with her dorm-mates.

“How was the meeting?” asked Penny. “Are you any closer to finding out who the thief is?”

“No.”

“Well, did you tell Corey about mine and Talbott’s Animagus theory?”

Artemis shook her head. As much as she agreed with Penny and Talbott that their theory made sense, what with the fact that ingredients needed to make the Animagus potion had been stolen from Professor Snape’s storeroom, she didn’t see how her sharing the idea with Corey would help find the thief, or if he’d even listen to her in the first place.

“Corey’s got it into his head that one of the people who’ve had something stolen might be the thief,” she told the others. “He read about it in some detective story.”

“For Godric’s sake.” Tonks rolled her eyes. “He does realise that stories aren’t real, right?”

“I’m more interested in why someone would steal all these things in the first place,” said Chiara, her pale eyes furrowing. “I understand the potion ingredients to make an Animagus potion, but the rest… There doesn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to it. Jae told me in Divination that half of it wouldn’t even be that valuable. Perhaps we are looking at some sort of sudden onset kleptomania. It might be spell or trauma induced.”

“In which case, we’d need to look into anyone acting strangely or out of character.”

“Like Victor Ketsueki,” said Artemis, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. “Everyone who knows him says he’s been acting differently since we’ve been back at Hogwarts.”

“Well, yes.” Penny’s blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she shook her head. “But that is because he’s been turned into a vampire.”

“Has he, though? Or is that just a big lie? Because as far as I’ve seen, he’s not vampire-like, he’s just rude and full of himself. And, I just saw him skulking off somewhere by himself at lunchtime. Why would he not go for lunch unless he was up to something?”

“Because vampires don’t eat like regular people. And he is a vampire, not a kleptomaniac.”

“Can he not be both?” Artemis asked, and Penny sighed deeply. “No, but think about it. If he is a vampire, like you say he is, then he would be able to steal things easily, wouldn’t he? He can go anywhere he likes, as long as someone invites him in. Loads of girls like him these days, they might do it, or he could just fly into all the dormitories as a bat.”

“If someone had invited him in, then they’d know he was there to steal things,” Penny reasoned. “And him already changing into a bat would mean that he wouldn’t need to become an Animagus.”

Artemis frowned. Penny had a point. Still, there was something not right about Victor, she was sure of it. Penny clearly could see that she had out-argued Artemis, because she gave her a wide smile and returned to her lunch. Artemis sighed before picking out some sandwiches for herself. Her stomach had begun to rumble almost as loudly as the thunder outside.

After lunch, Artemis had a double Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Having finished her sandwiches and bade farewell to the other girls, she made her way through the wet and windy grounds to the outdoor classroom, where she found all the rest of her classmates standing under the wooden shelters as they waited for Professor Kettleburn to arrive.

All except one, that was.

“Where’s Merula?” Artemis asked. Her question was met with a chorus of non-committal noises and Charlie Weasley’s shrugging shoulders. “Ismelda, you’re Merula’s friend. Do you not have any idea where she is?”

“No,” muttered Ismelda. “I dunno where she is, and I’m not her friend, either.”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong, didn’t you?” Ismelda sighed, a dark look in her eyes. “Merula and I hardly even speak these days. She went all of last month without saying a word to me. I’m not exaggerating.”

“She isn’t,” said Barnaby, nodding his head enthusiastically. “Merula didn’t speak to anyone last month at all. She didn’t even tell me I was stupid. I thought that maybe I was getting cleverer, but she is talking again now and she’s called me stupid three times in the last week. So I don’t think I am getting cleverer, after all. Look, a Bowtruckle!”

Barnaby walked off to look at a nearby tree with a spring in his step, apparently nonplussed by Merula’s behaviour. Artemis frowned.

“Wait,” she said, turning back to Ismelda. “So, Merula didn’t talk for a whole month?”

“Yes, Hexley. I’m surprised that you didn’t notice.”

“Do you know why?”

“No. All I know is that she’s now talking again,” Ismelda scowled. “Talking too much, if you ask me. Keeps reciting lines of poetry or something in Latin at dawn and dusk every day. It’s irritating.”

As Professor Kettleburn trudged through the mud to meet them and the lesson began, Artemis found herself struggling to concentrate. As the class went on with no sign of Merula, something kept niggling at the back of her brain.

“Earth to Artemis,” said Charlie, waving his hand in front of her face. She blinked, realising that she had not been paying attention. Charlie frowned. “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, I just… Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Er, what?”

“Merula,” Artemis said. “I mean, she stops talking for a month, and then she’s speaking odd Latin words, and now she’s not here.”

“I guess,” Charlie shrugged, and used the sleeve of his robes to push rainwater off his face as yet another roll of thunder echoed in the distance. “Maybe she just doesn’t like the idea of being out in this rain.”

“And the Latin?”

“I dunno. A spell, maybe? I don’t know what kind of spell you’d need to do every morning and evening though.”

Artemis’ eyes widened. She actually did know of a spell that had to be recited every morning and evening without fail; she had recited it herself for a while shortly before her fourteenth birthday, the night she had become an Animagus. Thinking about it, she had also spent a month not talking as part of the ritual, having held a mandrake leaf under her tongue for an entire lunar cycle.

There was another great rumble of thunder, and Artemis bit her lip, hard. The final stage of the Animagus ritual had to take place during a storm. If her suspicions were correct - and she was certain that they were - Merula would be attempting to complete the spell as soon as the storm reached the grounds. 

The second Professor Kettleburn dismissed the class, Artemis set off at a run. She had to find Merula, and quickly. The Animagus spell was complicated, she knew that from her own experience, and if it went wrong, the effects could be catastrophic. Artemis had only been able to do it with the combined help of Rowan, Penny, and Talbott, and as far as she knew, Merula was doing it alone. 

Once she was sure she was out of sight of her peers, she transformed into a cat and ran through the wet grass across the grounds. When she had completed the final part of the Animagus spell, she had done so on the Quidditch pitch, a good open space that was out of sight from the castle or Hagrid’s hut. It seemed a sensible place to look for Merula, and surely enough, when she got there, she could see her standing in the centre of the pitch.

“Merula!” Artemis called out, girl-formed once more, and Merula turned around to scowl at her.

“What do you want, Hexley?”

“Are you trying to become an Animagus?”

Merula’s scathing look became one of surprise, then one of mistrust.

“How…” she crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at Artemis. In one of her hands was a small potion vial that might have been made of crystal. “What’s it to you?”

“You know how dangerous that is, right?”

“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, though?” asked Artemis, and Merula rolled her eyes. “I mean it, Merula. You’re messing around with really difficult and-”

“Sod off, Hexley. Stop interfering in things you don’t understand.”

“Actually, Merula, I do understand.”

Merula scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah,” said Artemis, and she sighed deeply before transforming into a cat and back again. Merula’s jaw dropped open. “Right.”

“Okay, so you’re a hypocrite,” Merula told her, quickly regaining her composure. “You don’t care about me. You just want to be the only person at Hogwarts who can change into an animal.”

“I’m not…” Artemis shook her head, stopping before she let Talbott’s secret slip. “I just wanted to make sure that you have help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“I needed help.”

“Well, I’m not you,” snapped Merula. “Just go away, Hexley.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to help you whether you want me to or not.”

The two girls glared at each other stubbornly for a few moments, until a roll of thunder - louder and closer than any of the ones preceding it - made Merula give in.

“Ugh, fine. Just don’t get in my way,” she said. “And don’t say anything. You’ll only annoy me.”

In response, Artemis pressed her forefinger to her lips. Above them, ominous dark clouds had gathered, and the rain was falling so heavily that Artemis wasn’t sure that Merula would hear her even if she were to say something. There was a flash of lightning, and the potion in Merula’s hand turned red. Merula looked from the potion to the sky, and then at Artemis, who nodded grimly.

“Bottoms up,” Merula shouted over the sound of the thunder. She pulled the stopper off the potion vial and brought it to her lips, drinking until the liquid was drained. She pointed her wand to the centre of her torso.

“Wait,” said Artemis, already breaking her silence. “You have to point at your heart.”

Merula frowned, but moved her wand upwards and to her left, before reciting the incantation: “Amato Animo Animato Animagus!” She paused, and seemed to battle with herself before turning to Artemis and asking, “Now what?”

“Now you transform,” Artemis told her. “You should have an idea of the animal you’ll become, like you can see it behind your eyes. Imagine yourself transforming, and then do it.”

As Merula closed her eyes, Artemis crossed her fingers, already wondering what - if any - animal Merula would turn into. If she were to guess, she would have said that Merula might be a wildcat, or a crow, or a skunk; something untamed and savage. More than anything, she hoped that Merula had managed to complete the entire ritual correctly, and would not end up permanently misfigured. 

Artemis closed her eyes as well, barely able to watch, and when she opened them, Merula was gone. She looked down at the ground where Merula’s feet had been to see something small, spherical, and completely covered in thick brown fur.

“A Puffskein!” Relieved and amused, Artemis laughed out loud. Puffskein-Merula looked up at her, and she laughed harder as she realised that even in Puffskein form, Merula had retained her orange fringe, violet eyes, and grumpy expression. “Sorry, I just… You’re a Puffskein!”

Puffskein-Merula made a high-pitched angry chirrup that only served to make Artemis double over with laughter. When she managed to stop and get her breath back, Artemis could see that Merula looked even grumpier than ever.

“Honestly, Merula, I’m just relieved that you managed to do it without hurting yourself,” said Artemis, biting her lip to stop herself from giggling again. “Right. Turn back so we can go back to the castle and out of the rain.” 

Merula chirruped again, remaining in her Puffskein form.

“Oh, come on. It’s cold and I’m soaked through,” Artemis rolled her eyes, and Puffskein-Merula screwed her own shut. She still did not change back. Artemis’ eyes widened in horror. “You can change back, right?”

Puffskein-Merula screwed up her Puffskein face again and again, clearly trying her hardest to transform back into a human, to no avail. There was no doubt about it: Merula was stuck as a Puffskein.

“Merula, I think we need to get you some help. Look, I’m really, really sorry about this, but…”

Grimacing, Artemis bent down and picked up Puffskein-Merula, tucking her under her cloak and ignoring her loud and indignant chirrups as she carried her back to the castle.

Artemis’ first thought had been to take Merula to Professor McGonagall; as the Transfiguration teacher and an Animagus herself, she was bound to know how to return Merula to her human form. However, even as a Puffskein, Merula was able to make her opinions on this matter clear. After Artemis had gained a set of Puffskein-sized tooth marks on her lower arm, she decided that maybe Merula was right, and it would be better to try and solve the problem without any help from the school staff.

Unfortunately, neither the general counter spell nor the detransfiguration spell McGonagall had taught Artemis in her second year served to help Merula at all. She tried taking Merula to the library to see if she could find anything in the books Rowan had used to research the Animagus spell in their third year, but was thrown out by Madam Pince the librarian after Merula attempted to do her own research, using her mouth and hairy body to turn the pages of the large, leather-bound tomes.

“I will not tolerate pets being allowed to handle books, Miss Hexley!” Madam Pince said, glaring at Puffskein-Merula. “Look at this. There are toothmarks on the page!”

“You should see my arm,” muttered Artemis, but she did as Madam Pince told her. She scooped Merula up and carried her out of the library and down to the Hufflepuff Common Room. “Chiara did her work experience in the spell damage ward at St Mungo’s,” she whispered. “She might know what to do.”

Merula exhaled loudly, but did not try to bite. Artemis took that as a sign that she was happy with this plan. She found Chiara revising Herbology with Penny and Tonks in the corner of the Common Room, and plonked Merula down on the table in front of them. 

“You know how you thought that the thief was hoping to become an Animagus?” she asked Penny, who nodded. “Well, we were right. The thing is, now Merula is stuck like this.”

“Wait, Merula was the thief?” Penny asked, her blue eyes wide.

“She was. Now she’s just a Puffskein,” said Artemis, and Merula let out a series of grumbling chirps that made the others start to giggle. Merula narrowed her round eyes at them, and Artemis rolled her own. “I don’t know what you’re so annoyed about, Merula. It’s not our fault that you look ridiculous. Chiara, any ideas on how to get her back the way she was?”

Before Chiara could respond, the girls were interrupted by the arrival of Bea Haywood, who rushed over to the girls with one of her friends, both of them barely able to conceal their excitement.

“Is that your Puffskein, Artemis? Can we play with it?”

Artemis shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

Bea and her friend went to pick up Puffskein-Merula, who puffed up her fur, bared her teeth, and growled at them. The two younger girls squealed with delight.

“Oh, my goodness!” said Bea’s friend, both her hands placed to her cheeks. “It’s so cute!”

“You know, they have a point,” whispered Tonks, as Bea carried a squirming and chirruping Merula away. “Do we haveto put her back the way she was?” 

“Ethically, yes,” said Chiara, though she looked tempted.

“Shame. Guess I’ll just have to find something else to use for Beater practice.”

“Do you know how to change her back?” Artemis asked Chiara, who shook her head.

“No, human-animal transfiguration is far too complicated for me to reverse. You should probably take her Professor McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey.”

“I did try that, but she wasn’t too keen on the idea.”

“I’m not surprised,” Penny huffed. “Really, she could get into an awful lot of trouble for this. Not just the spell, but the stealing, too. I wonder why she’s been doing it.”

“We’ll never know if we don’t get her back in a shape where she can tell us,” sighed Artemis. “I guess I’ll just have to persuade her that McGonagall is the best option. In case she won’t listen, can I borrow a pair of Herbology gloves from one of you? I didn’t realise such tiny teeth would hurt so much.”

Eventually, Artemis was able to prise Merula away from the third year girls, and between the threat of being stuck as a child’s pet forever and the promise that Artemis would take the blame for her transformation, Merula was far more amenable to being taken to Professor McGonagall. The Transfiguration teacher was not best pleased with the situation, nor with Artemis’ explanation that Merula’s state was the result of a duel gone wrong. After a lecture about school rules and ‘knowing better by now’, Merula was sent to the Hospital Wing and Artemis back to the common room, both Hufflepuff and Slytherin having lost twenty house points each.

Merula was still in the Hospital Wing a week later, much to her disgust. Artemis had been curious to know how her detransfiguration was going, but so far, Merula had declined visitors. 

“She’s finally stopped chirping,” Chiara told her friends over dinner after having spent the evening volunteering in the Hospital Wing. “But her eyes are still round and her forehead is a bit hairy. Madam Pomfrey is hopeful that she will be out in time for the Halloween feast on Wednesday, though.”

“Well, that is good,” said Penny. “I’d hate to think of anyone missing their last Halloween feast.”

She aimed her last sentence at Artemis, who pursed her lips tightly. So far, she had managed to miss the majority of every single annual Halloween feast during her time at Hogwarts. It wasn’t her fault - each year something had happened to prevent her attending - but in Penny’s eyes, missing an event like Halloween was close to sacrilege. Still, being her last year, Artemis was fully intending to not miss the feast this time.

“I’m guessing that no one has been able to ask Merula about the stolen stuff if she’s only just stopped chirping?” Tonks asked, and Chiara shook her head. Penny frowned.

“Artemis, you did tell Corey about Merula being the thief, didn’t you?” she said, sighing heavily when Artemis shook her head. “Well, you really had ought to tell someone. You know, that necklace was given to Talbott by his mum before she died. It has a feather on it from her Animagus form.”

“I know, it’s just… Well, why would Merula steal that?” Artemis wrinkled her nose. “I know she took Snape’s potions ingredients and broke into the greenhouse, but we haven’t got any proof that she took anything else. I’d rather speak to her about it myself before I get Corey involved. He’ll only stick his nose in where it’s not wanted and take over.”

“I suppose so. It could be that there are two thieves, after all. Talbott did say that Tulip was telling Badeea that she saw someone trying to poke around the Whomping Willow the other day.”

“What? But that’s mad!”

“I’m just telling you what Talbott said Tulip said,” Penny said. “Apparently it looked like they were leaving something under the roots, or picking something up from under the roots. You never know, it might have been the thief hiding their loot.”

Artemis couldn’t imagine that anyone, thief or not, would risk hiding anything under the vicious tree, but she nodded anyway. It was something else to bring up with Merula once she was free from the Hospital Wing. Until then, she had plenty of other more exciting things to think about, like Quidditch practice and Halloween. 

But by the day of the feast, Artemis had stopped feeling excited at all. She woke up on Wednesday morning feeling strangely apathetic, with a small niggling doubt that grew as the day went on, despite her being unsure what she was doubtful of. It was only as she walked into the Great Hall and saw Penny, Tonks, and Chiara sitting at the pumpkin-decked Hufflepuff table beneath the bat-ridden ceiling that she realised exactly what was bothering her: something - or rather, someone - was missing.

Suddenly, Artemis didn’t fancy going to the Halloween feast at all. Thankfully, her friends hadn’t seen her yet, so she slipped away before they could beckon her over to sit with her, and left to sit in the quad, looking at the stars and listening to the sounds of the other students in the Great Hall from outside its walls. 

A set of footsteps broke her peace and quiet, and she looked up to see that someone else was walking away from the feast. She squinted to see who it was in the darkness, and though she couldn’t make out their facial features, she recognised the leather jacket they wore over their robes.

“Victor?”

“What are you doing out here?” asked Victor Ketsueki, stuffing his hands into his pockets and he walked towards her. “Don’t you have a feast to go to?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Artemis told him, and he laughed sharply.

“Yeah, I don’t really see the point. Like, pumpkins and skeletons are cool when you’re eleven, but we are adults now,” he said, shaking his head so that his hair fell away from his face. “There are better things I can do with my spare time.” He cocked an eyebrow at Artemis and leaned towards her as he added, “Talking to you isn’t one of them. Sorry, Hexley.”

He skulked away, leaving Artemis to glower at the back of his head.

“Where are you going?” she called after him, and he laughed again.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Artemis, thoroughly annoyed now, crossed her arms and scowled. What did everybody see in Victor Ketsueki? He wasn’t mysterious, he was just arrogant. Were all vampires like that? And what was he up to, sneaking around when everyone else was at the Halloween feast? A suspicion re-entered Artemis’ mind; perhaps Victor really was the thief. She didn’t care what Penny said about it not making sense, it made sense to her. No doubt he was off to steal things right now.

Artemis’ mind was made up. She was going to follow him and catch him in the act. She went back inside the castle, where she could hear footsteps echoing down the corridor, and she followed the noise, her lit wand in her hand. She must have been gaining on him, because the footsteps were getting louder. Speeding up, she turned the corner and-

“OW!”

Artemis stepped backwards, rubbing her forehead where she had crashed into the person who had been walking around the corner. Apparently, the footsteps had been getting louder because their owner had been walking towards her. 

“Sorry,” she said, looking up at the person she had crashed into. The other person glared back at her with narrowed violet eyes.

“Watch where you’re going, Hexley,” said Merula, rubbing her nose. “You nearly broke my face.”

“Like I said, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

“Who?”

“Victor Ketsueki. I was trying to follow him.”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls now,” Merula said, rolling her eyes. “And I thought I couldn’t possibly have any less respect for you…”

“It’s not like that,” Artemis shook her head. “I think he might be the person who’s been stealing all the stuff from the dormitories.”

“Ketsueki? Nah.”

“Why not? He’s been acting strangely ever since he came back from the summer,” said Artemis, but Merula looked unconvinced. “I think it’s more likely to be him than you.”

“Me?” Merula looked almost offended. “Why would I be nicking stuff from people’s dormitories?”

“I dunno. You nicked stuff from Snape’s store.”

“Only the stuff for the Animagus potion.”

“Penny thought that maybe whoever was making the potion was trying to to become an Animagus so they could steal things more easily.”

“That’s because Haywood is a moron.”

“She isn’t,” Artemis’ nostrils flared. “Okay, then. Why were you trying to become an Animagus? There must have been some reason.”

Merula pursed her lips before answering. “I just wanted to see if I could.”

“You what?”

“It’s one of the most complicated spells there is. I wanted to prove that I was powerful enough to do it.”

“Well, that worked out just great, didn’t it?”

“Shut up, Hexley. I almost got it completely right.”

“Almost,” Artemis raised her eyebrows at Merula before peering up and down the corridor. “I wonder where he’s gone. Maybe to the Whomping Willow.”

“What?” asked Merula, her eyebrows knitting together.

“Apparently someone has been hanging around the Whomping Willow. They think it’s the thief.”

“Why would they think that?”

“Because they were hiding things under the roots. Like maybe stolen stuff,” Artemis shrugged. “But don’t you see? That’s why it makes sense for it to be Victor Ketsueki. Most people would be scared of getting whomped, but if he’s a vampire, he’s hardly going to care about a tree, is he?”

“I guess not,” Merula said, looking deep in thought. “I thought he’d made up the whole vampire thing, but maybe you’re right for once, Hexley. It might be him.”

“I’m sure it is. Do you want to help me find him?”

“He could be anywhere now, and it’s the Halloween feast,” replied Merula, hesitantly. “Shouldn’t you be there, too?”

“Oh,” Artemis averted her eyes. “I dunno. I’m not sure I want to go, really.”

“Why not?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Either it’s stupid enough that you don’t need to worry about it and you should just go, or it’s not stupid and… Well, maybe you might want to… I dunno… talk about it?”

Artemis tilted her head. “With you?”

“Maybe. I guess. Yeah.”

Merula huffed, but her face was sincere and not mocking. Artemis sighed.

“Fine,” she said. “It’s just that every year I’ve missed the feast, and the one year I’ve been able to enjoy it, I can’t because Rowan’s not here to enjoy it with me. I went to go and I suddenly felt really guilty, like I should have gone before and been there with her, and now it’s too late for that and…”

“You’d rather not go at all than go without her,” Merula finished Artemis’ sentence for her. Artemis nodded, and Merula frowned. “Why not? I mean, if Khanna liked the Halloween feast so much, she’d hardly want you to sit out here and mope about instead of going, would she? And anyway, it’s not like you’ll have another chance to go. It’s our last one. You say you regret not going before because it’s too late, you know that next year you’ll regret not going this year either, and it’ll really be too late.”

“I suppose.”

“Ugh, I hate that you’re making me do this,” muttered Merula. “Hexley, if you don’t go, then I won’t go.”

“Do you not want to go?” Artemis asked her.

“Obviously I want to go. I love the Halloween feast. It’s the best night of the year, I can’t believe you’ve been missing out all this time.”

“But-”

“But you stayed with me in the rain to make sure I didn’t get horrifically misfigured, and you took the blame for me turning into a Puffskein, so… I owe you one. If you’re not going, I’m not going.”

Merula’s face was stubborn, but Artemis was sure that she could see a faint glimmer of triumph in her violet eyes. Artemis sighed.

“Well then, it looks like I don’t have much choice but to go, do I?” she said, and together,  the two girls walked back through the darkened castle towards the Great Hall, where the Halloween Feast was just about to begin.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @merlins-sequined-hotpants!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

108

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

2,129,527

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter. I have a couple neglected Pride & Prejudice fanfics that may never be posted, but we'll see.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Nymph of House Black. 819 kudos.

The Wizard, the Wolf, and the Son. 579 kudos.

The Nymph of House Tonks. 571 kudos.

Cariad. 513 kudos.

Moonlit Marriage. 300 kudos.

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

I try to whenever I can. Every so often I get a commenter on every chapter with emojis, or just a word or two, so I will thank them every few comments.

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

Probably Father and Son. Teddy Lupin has his own son and still can't understand why his parents left him for the Battle of Hogwarts.

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

Other than fluffy one-shots, I think Real, Real Love.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Negative reviews happen more often on FFN. The other day I got a comment on AO3 from an anon/guest that just read "Why would you write this?" on an angst fic. I replied "Because I wanted to" and left it at that.

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

YES. I've really only written M/F. I've thought of dabbling in F/F, as M/M doesn't seem to interest me much. Either way, I generally like writing steamy scenes that are romantic and loving.

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

No, and I don't think I ever will. Though maybe this Furby fic counts as a crossover. IDK.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Stolen? Ehhh I've seen a translation of one of my fics on Wattpad, but I don't really care about that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

The Nymph of House Black has an ongoing Spanish translation, La ninfa de la Casa Black, though I don't think it will be finished. I'm not the translator, though I could be.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet.

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

Remadora!!! 💖🐺

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

Probably one of my Pride and Prejudice ones. Or, one of my completely self-indulgent, unhinged self insert Harry Potter fics.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I want to say plot and conveying a wide range of emotions. I can bring readers to tears of joy or pain, to heartaches and fuzzy feelings, and to awkwardness and comfort, and that's something I'm proud of.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I used to call it poetic prose, or 'pretty' prose, but I think what I'm weak at is what I'd now call 'atmospheric writing'. I don't tend to set a mood with the prose itself, or the description of a location.

Also, my writing schedule has gone to pieces. I severely overestimate my abilities and time.

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

Depends on the language! I'm fluent in Spanish, but unluckily for me there are no Spanish speakers in the Harry Potter series, at least not explicitly canon ones. I'm reasonably proficient in French, so I feel okay with that, but it's not something I do on the regular. I'm comfortable with Latin.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, intentionally. Twilight, unintentionally.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

It's hard to pick a favorite! Even though it's nowhere near my best work, Collide. It's what kicked off my fanfic. I legit thought that was the *only* story I'd ever write. How naive of me.

Tagging @puppyduckster @thecasualauthor18 @pixiedustandpetrichor @midnightstargazer @leogichidaa and anyone else who wants to join!

[friend-of-furbies]

What is your FAVORITE furby that you own?

Don't make me choose please....

...

Okay fiiiiine, but I'm picking two and sharing some honorable mentions/furbs I used to have

Here are my top two:

Bentley (the dragon) and Bubbles (the primary baby)

These two are my favorites because of sentimental reasons! They were traded (in Bentley's case) and sold to me by two people that mean a whole lot to me!!

(idk if they're okay with being tagged or not..)

Some Honorable mentions:

Duke (customized by @sodapop-hospice as part of a trade), and Apollo (tie-dye) and Pinkie (dyed skunk)

Duke is really cool (just in general) because they were part of trade and so it's connected to a person!

Apollo and Pinkie.... Where do I begin... I don't have them anymore but they are probably my two favorites of all time (sorry friends), BUT I sold them to a family friend... AND THEY WERE STOLEN!! I WILL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN! devastating to say the least... (Side note if you live in the Spokane Washington area, please let me know if you've ever spotted Apollo and Pinkie 😭)

[inflatablelugia]

fuck wait can i just start a collection of this tag stolen off of furbys