#the owl house more like the FOUL house

[daystarvoyage]

Ladies and gentleman the creator of ori and will of wisp, SAID IT GREATER a lot of stuff,

todays gaming starts a DEI/Woke culture destroying the passion and love for the craft compromising the genre with who, what your sexuality is.

Now it is leaking into animation nowadays with stories and people working don’t understand how to write good series with compromised storytelling (shipping & discourse).

WHERES THE LIE? People WAKE UP

[siriuslovebot]

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: hello my love! ik you’ve already made a couple but i was wondering if you could make another one of those mouse ones, if you’re not up for it that’s completely fine! thank you for taking the time to read this!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: we all need more remus x mouse!!!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: please write another remus lupin x mouse fluff please. i love your writing style. it's just perfect<33

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: injured reader, the nickname 'mouse', some embarrassing (possibly?) moments, nothing else i can think of??

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: after convincing the reader to go ice skating, things end up going a bit sideways for the marauders.

𝑨/𝑵: merry christmas (and happy holidays) everyone! here is a bit of a late gift for you all! i was astonished to see the amount of requests for more remus x mouse! i didn't even include all of them here. i'm sorry i've been mia for so long! this one may be a bit rusty, but i hope you all enjoy even if i am a little out of practice! (also this is unedited so if you see any typos/mistakes no you didn't)

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“it’s bloody freezing out here,” mutters sirius, his voice gruff in the early morning air.

you roll your eyes, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. in your peripheral, you can see his mussed hair and dark circles, as well as the scowl that colours his handsome features. 

“you should’ve stayed behind if you’re going to whine, sirius,” you respond, raising your brows.

he wrinkles his nose, looking an awful lot like he’s smelled something foul. “are you mad? i’m not staying cooped up in that castle when you lot are out here having fun. where’s moony?” he looks at you expectantly.

“running late, i suppose,” you glance at your watch, a christmas gift from remus. it’s charmed, the tiny mice printed on the watch frolicking around as you get the time. your face turns pink, embarrassed although you love the little watch. you hope sirius doesn’t see. you’d never hear the end of it. 

“well, it’s half eight. earliest i’ve been up in weeks.” sirius yawns, swiping his sleeve across his face.

you roll your eyes again. you knew the lot of them would be menaces upon returning from the christmas holidays. sirius spent the two weeks of holiday break at james’s house, the two of them likely driving the potters out of their minds. the pair of them had clearly suffered from a lack of sleep, made clear by sirius’s incessant complaining about being up early. 

you wanted to spend the holidays at hogwarts, hoping that remus might convince his parents to let him do the same, with no luck. you suffered a miserable two weeks at home, your parents refusing to let you out of their sight for a second. you hardly even had time to respond to the owls sent by your friends; notably, a muggle christmas card of lily and her family, an odd photo of sirius and james wearing charmed elves’ hats, and a sweet note from remus wishing you a merry christmas and promising you a gift upon your return to school. 

thus, you are excited to spend a few hours having fun with your friends without worrying about lessons. if only you can wrestle sirius out of his grumpy mood. 

there’s a chorus of boots crunching through snow behind you, and you turn to find lily approaching. james and remus trail close behind, with marlene at the back. 

“what’s with the frown?” lily makes a face at sirius, who makes another disgruntled face.

“hasn’t got his beauty sleep,” you warn, a smile playing on your lips.

“you’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” sirius says crossly.

you raise your eyebrows at him.

“simmer down, pads,” james says, bright as ever. “don’t mind him. he’s just peeved because of that detention mcgonagall gave him.”

he pats his friend on the back, accompanied only by a grumble from the long-haired boy.

“yes,” says remus, “who knew she would catch him trying to turn marie littletree’s quill into a bowtruckle?” 

“all right,” says sirius. “i get it. i’ll paint a stupid little grin on my face like prongs here. can we get on with it?” he grins at the confused half-smile on james’s face, then nudges his friend in the shoulder. 

“right,” says marlene. “lily’s got an itinerary.”

“yes,” says the redhead. “first hogsmeade weekend back, and i’ve got plans. now, the three broomsticks is going to be absolutely swimming with people.”

“it’s always swimming with people,” james chimes.

“right,” she gives him a sharp look, and he scratches his neck awkwardly. “i was thinking, we should skip the morning crowd, and have a go at ice skating.”

“ice skating!”

“ice skating?”

james and your exclamations mirror one another, as you both gawk at lily. james looks like a child on christmas morning, and you look… well, terrified. 

“oh, godric, i’m going to be so embarrassed. i can hardly walk, lils, much less skate!” you groan, feeling the exasperation sirius has been bleeding all morning. 

“c’mon, y/n!” james gives you a shake around the shoulders, looking excited. “you’ll be fine. a little arresto momentum, and you’re saved.”

“right, and which one of you is going to babysit me to keep me from face planting?” you glare at him.

“sounds like a job for moony, if y’ask me,” says sirius smugly. he’s already strutting towards the pond, james close on his heels. 

marlene grins, and lily looks at you pleadingly. “c’mon, y/n,” she begs, pouting like a child.

“it’ll be fun,” marlene adds.

you huff, not wanting to feel like a buzzkill. 

remus places a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. you sigh.

“you’ll be all right,” he urges, voice soft. 

you sigh, but concede. “fine.” 

lily and marlene cheer, taking off behind james and sirius on their way to the pond.

you frown, glancing over at remus as you fall into a slow pace following them.

“do i have to?” you wonder aloud, hooking your arm through his as you crunch through the hardened snow.

remus smiles down at you, a gentle smile finding his lips. his cheeks are pink from the cold already, his honeyed hair sticking out in tufts from beneath his knit hat. your stomach does a flip, and you have to force yourself not to look away.

“don’t tell me you’re scared, mouse,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“scared? pfft, i don’t get scared,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“oh, really?”

“really. but i know my strengths. and ice-foot coordination is not one of them. i’m preparing to embarrass the wits out of myself.” 

“it can’t possibly be that bad,” he says.

“have you met me, rem? i tripped over the air just last night.”

“i actually think that was a badly timed jinx from sirius.”

“i hope you’re joking.”

“afraid not.”

“oh, he’s got it coming.” you shake your head, remembering the burn of your cheeks as you tumbled in a heap in the common room. remus came over, smiling to himself as he helped pick up your things. you’d wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of the night.

as you approach the pond, you blink at the sight of a few other students gliding over the frozen water. you blink, not feeling confident in your abilities. you can feel your legs wobbling already, hearing the sound of yourself crashing into the ice. 

“okay,” you stop in your tracks, grabbing remus by his wrists. he faces you, eyes expectant.

“yes?” he humours you, looking as serious as you feel.

“promise you won’t laugh if i fall.”

his features crack into a smile, his head falling as he laughs softly. “c’mon, mouse,” he nudges you, draping an arm over your shoulders. he’s warm, and you lean into him as he leads you closer to the water’s edge, where your friends have already conjured up their ice skates. 

“if you laugh, i’ll never forgive you.”

“i’ll keep an eye on you,” he says, “and i promise i won’t laugh.” 

“holding you to it,” you say, joining marlene and lily by the pond.

“here,” marlene takes half a second and conjures you a pair of skates, untied on your feet. 

james and sirius are already on the ice, flitting around faster than you can keep up with. they’re a pair of blurs, their laughter ringing through the air. 

you make a face, your ears burning just at the thought of how you’re going to look trying to keep your feet beneath yourself. you don’t even notice your untied laces as you wobble towards the ice.

“just a second, mouse,” remus says softly, his large frame stooping to tie your shoes.

your face goes red as you glance down at him, feeling sheepish. “sorry,” you say, “i could have done that.”

“i’ve got it,” remus hums, his scarred hands tying your skate laces with expertise. 

he’s towering over you again in half a second, winking at you as he reaches down to grasp your hand. his skin is warm, even through both pairs of your gloves, and you feel a bit better. 

“y’alright?” remus wonders aloud, guiding you to the edge of the ice. he steps on gracefully, somehow able to keep his feet from sliding beneath him. you stare down at his skates, nervous.

you frown. “i’m scared,” you admit, face darkening with embarrassment.

“don’t be scared,” remus says. 

he tugs your hand, smiling warmly. you hate how persuasive he is; his soft voice and gentle smile have a way of turning you into a gushing mess in the palm of his hands. no one knows how to make you feel better like remus does. 

“you’ll still love me if i make a fool out of myself, right?” you wonder aloud, stepping slowly onto the ice. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, focused on keeping yourself upright. 

“i’d love you even if you made a fool out of the whole world, love.”

he’s laughing as you join him on the ice, the velvety deep sound sending butterflies rampaging through your stomach. he grasps your hand, ever so gently, and pulls you to the center of the ice, where fewer of the other students are. your classmates fly by, agile and quick on the ice. you feel somewhat like a baby deer, your legs wobbly beneath you. 

“see, not so bad, is it?” remus encourages, his features now split in a jovial grin. his tawny eyes glitter with amusement, the corners crinkled by his big smile.

“no, i guess not,” you agree, fingers still gripping the sleeve of his coat in a vice.

“d’you want to try on your own?” he inquires. his long fingers loosen their hold on your wrist, but you tighten your own around him.

“no–not yet!” you squeak, moving closer to him and throwing your arms around his middle. he laughs, his chest rumbling against your cheek. you take a deep breath.

“sorry,” he chuckles, smoothing a hand over your hair. “i’ve got you, m’little mouse.” 

you blink, peeking around his frame to see sirius and lily engaged in a race across the pond, their speeding frames silhouetted by the snowy landscape behind them. a grin spreads over your features, watching as james and marlene cheer them on. 

“i don’t know how they do it,” you muse, shaking your head.

“you’ll be racing them in no time,” remus says teasingly, slowly unraveling your death grip around him. 

“if you say so,” you murmur.

remus pulls you along gently, gaining some speed as you become more comfortable at the feeling of being on the ice. after several minutes, you’re no longer as unstable on your feet. you hardly even shriek when james charges at the pair of you at full speed, spraying you with a shower of ice as he stops at the last second.

“you git,” you hiss, sending a snowball his way with a flick of your wand.

he curses loudly, already halfway across the pond when it hits his back. lily and marlene dissolve into a fit of giggles, while remus chuckles gently. 

you don’t even notice that he isn’t holding you steady anymore. distracted, you’ve released your grasp on his sleeve, and are slowly gliding alongside him. you’re closer to the edge of the pond, your feet steady beneath you as you gather confidence. 

“feeling okay?” remus has spun around, facing you as he skates backwards.

what a showoff, you think, but you say nothing. he doesn’t know it, but you adore just how easily he picks up on the things you find to be absolutely mind-boggling. despite his insistence that he’s nothing special, he picks up on skills with ease. he’s a talented wizard, quick-witted and good at solving problems under pressure. it’s precisely why he excels in school, despite being out around each full moon and sometimes struggling to come out of his shell.

“thanks to you,” you say, flushing. “i wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for you, you know.”

he smiles sheepishly, his wind-chapped face going a deeper shade of pink. “sure you would.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i’m serious, rem,” you say. “thank you.”

“don’t thank me,” he says, looking more than a little embarrassed. 

you reach for him, wanting to hold his hand, but you see concern flash in his eyes. your eyes widen, but before you can say anything he’s already reaching for you.

“watch out–”

but you’ve both reacted too late. another student slams into your shoulder, knocking you off kilter. you squeal, falling to the ice too quickly for either you or remus to react. the air feels as if you’re caught in slow motion for a second; the ice is approaching your face with extreme speed, glistening in the morning sun. without thinking, you brace with one hand, the other halfway reaching towards remus. 

your arm breaks your fall, and there’s a sickening crack as you hit the ice. it’s harder than you thought. you shriek, a sickening pain rocketing up your wrist and shoulder as you finally collapse completely.

“shit,” remus hisses, crouching as you feel his hands on your shoulders, trying to help you up to a sitting position.

you’re too focused on the excruciating pain in your arm to realize that you’re crying. the tears are hot against your skin, burning your cold cheeks as you sit up. you clutch your arm with your other hand, looking at the horrible purple lump already protruding at your wrist.

“merlin,” you sob, “it’s broken!” the sight of the bone jabbing at the inside of your arm makes your stomach do a turn, and you force yourself to look away. remus crouches in front of you, his worried face swimming in your teary vision. 

you hear your friends shouting, and several nasty words directed at the student who slammed into you. you glance over, seeing marlene dragging sirius away by his scarf as he tries to throttle the poor third-year student. 

lily skates towards you, slowing as she approaches.

“oh, dear,” she says, as she sees your arm.

“it’s bad, isn’t it?” you ask, glancing between remus and lily. you can’t force yourself to look back at the arm, feeling as if you’re going to faint if you have to see the bruises blooming over your arm.

“not so bad,” lily lies, offering a forced smile.

“we’ve got to get some help. you need to see madam pomfrey.” remus says. he’s crouched, one hand coming out to wipe the tears from your face. you breathe in his scent, trying to ground yourself. 

james, sirius, and marlene finally join you, sirius still cursing the student as marlene drags him over. 

“ugh,” james says as he sees your injury. 

sirius peers over remus’ shoulder, his eyes blazing with fury as he sees the extent of your injury. “i’m going to curse the bollocks off of that kid!” he hisses, reaching for his wand, tucked into his coat pocket.

“sirius, stop it!” marlene scolds. “we have to do something about that arm. there’s no way y/n’s making it back to the castle in this state.”

“i’m fine,” you insist, though your stomach is rolling unpleasantly. you think you’d likely vomit if you had to stand. 

“you’re not fine,” remus says, his voice stern. “your arm’s gone sideways. you need to be in the hospital wing.”

“we can’t move her like this,” james says, sounding as sick as you are.

“let lily have a go at it. she put my pinky right when that bludger hit it at practice,” says sirius. 

“your pinky?” remus says incredulously. “i think an arm’s a bit more important than a pinky.”

“rem,” you say, nudging him with your foot. “it’s fine. i trust lily. besides, i think i’ll be sick if we don’t do something now.”

remus sighs, his eyes dark with worry. he places a hand on your knee, shifting slightly to let lily get closer. “fine.” you can tell he’s not happy about it. 

“marlene, go get some help, will you?” you say, your head swimming. you feel closer to fainting by the minute, shock setting in.

“‘course i will.” she’s gone in a flash.

“okay,” you breathe, closing your eyes as you wait for lily to fix your arm. 

“right, then,” she pulls her want out of her pocket, leaning closer. there’s a second of silence before she says, “episkey!”

only, the spell doesn’t go quite right. a blinding hot pain blooms in your arm, and you shriek again. this time, you’re not strong enough to keep from fainting. white spots bloom behind your vision, and you collapse. 

you wake hours later, in the hospital wing. you stir, your throat dry as you turn over in the cot. your vision is blurry as you peel your eyes open, finding your arm wrapped in some kind of sling. madam pomfrey is nowhere in sight, but remus is slumped in a chair at your beside.

his eyes are closed, his breathing steady as he sits. his head rests lazily against the back of the chair. you study his face; his scars shine in the sliver of evening light that spills in from the window behind you. you groan as you move, your entire body aching.

your muscles throb, the fall having taken its toll on you. you watch him for a few minutes, the delicate rise and fall of his chest. his hair falls in golden wisps over his forehead and his ears, tickling the nape of his neck. you smile, glad he’s getting some rest. you’re sure he’s been perched in that uncomfortable chair all day. he’s probably missed all of his meals, crouched by your bed worrying.

you smile to yourself, wondering how you’ve ended up with someone so perfect. 

he stirs finally, his eyes crinkling as he yawns.

“rem,” you say softly, catching his attention as he opens his eyes.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he says, a tired smile painting his features.

you reach for him with your good hand, his long fingers reaching out and enveloping yours with ease. his skin is warm as he brings your hand to his lips, holding it there for a moment. your face heats up. embarrassed, you want to sink down into the cot and disappear, but you can’t run from him. he knows you too well.

“have you been here all day?” you wonder.

“of course,” he says, as if you’d be crazy to think otherwise. 

“you didn’t have to do that.”

“yes i did,” he says, frowning. “it’s my fault you went out there in the first place. you wouldn’t be hurt if i hadn’t convinced you to go skating.”

“hey,” you scold, “don’t say that. it’s not your fault. none of it’s your fault.”

he shakes his head, looking apologetic. you sigh, squeezing his hand.

“i’m serious, rem. i don’t blame you. i had a lot of fun, until that kid ran into me, at least.” you grin, trying to lighten the mood.

he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his features. “poor guy,” he says, “sirius wanted to hunt him down so badly. said he was willing to have detention for the rest of the year, if it meant he got his revenge.”

you roll your eyes. “what a hothead,” you laugh. 

“yeah, think the kid was pretty scared too. he send a card up, and some chocolate frogs.” remus passes you a card. you open it up, and a flock of little birds explodes from the paper, as well as a bright, sparkling message that says get well soon!

you smile, feeling much better already. you squeeze remus’s hand again, closing the card as he passes you a chocolate frog. 

“thank you,” you say in response, though both of you know you’re not just thanking him for the chocolate.

he nods in response, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead.

tags: @delulu4marauders

[somenerdfromwhatever]

I haven’t seen The Owl House but can we just talk about how Disney did this show dirty?

Let me preface this by saying that, as of the time of me writing this, I have NOT seen The Owl House in its entirety l yet. I could be in the progress of it after posting, but honestly as an outsider looking in given the entire Season 3 fiasco, Disney did this show dirty.

Like three specials only? Nothing more nothing less? With that happening due to outcry because originally it was going to get canned after the release of Season 2?

I don’t think it was a fair deal to end with three specials. Season 3 should’ve gotten the fanfare it deserved even with the outcry. Like, it is the weakest compromise possible even with mass support.

I’m going to paraphrase some bits of what I addressed to people on discord and additional information I learnt.

I’m surprised there wasn’t more of an active effort to fight back against the cancellation since it first blew up upon announcement. Like “doesn’t fit the branding?” Didn’t Gravity Falls face something similar? By that logic, this doesn’t make sense at all. I feel like Disney’s “brand theming” excuse is really dodgy, and it seems like there was some foul play involved. But I didn’t see the fandom actively pushing back, even the creator, who did speak out about it. (Note: I haven’t been on Twitter for over a year and a half, so I might not be fully aware of everything.) If I watch it and it’s as amazing as people say… given how I am passionate about things in this world, I won’t let Disney live this down. It’s like treating art as a joke just to fill their pockets and the corruption the industry has over artists. We saw this last year with the strikes and given the current state with the companies running the industry nowadays (the streaming bubble, and that the whole cartoon mass purge thanks to Max)... artists are now having their creativity die out because of industry folk like Disney.

If there was pushback, I’m glad there was at least some effort to score these three specials. But if this is how far it went, it feels like an unfair compromise. Three specials aren’t enough, honestly. Even if they’re good, it doesn’t negotiate anything at all as it still feels like Disney did this show dirty. Let me be clear here as well: I am NOT beating down anyone who has taken the effort to get this. Why the hell would I do that? I'm happy you guys managed to get your voice out there and left and impact. Those three specials were hard fought, I just wish there was more because honestly, it isn't enough. And if the resentment I'm seeing is anything to go by a year later, I say keep fighting. I am also not beating down Dana, the showrunner. Dana is an amazing creator, and the fact that she stood her ground at all with her cast and crew is incredible. My problem is with the corporation, with Disney, and how they put her in a position where that fight couldn’t be won in the way it should have been. I understand the fight it takes to get your foot in the door of the industry. If I were to turn around and beat down someone like Dana, who fought for her vision just like I’m fighting for mine? I would never live that down. It would stain me for life. Considering the industry itself is small and how I am going into it in post-production, sometime down the line, I will be faced with working with her. The last thing I want is burning a bridge inadvertently. I can understand why she acted the way that she did with her crew, it's just with a lot more vocality and support, things might've been different.

Like I don’t get Disney’s thought process here. You have a big, popular show, and then you “old yeller” it, giving it this slow death and then dragging it out with this… in my honest opinion; weak compromise. That is scummy and why us artists and creatives need a reform to the entertainment industry where we drive the vision and what Disney and others do come second.

At best, it did what it was supposed to do. At worst… it’s not enough.

With everything that the fanbase done including the cast, crew, and even Dana, while I'm happy they managed to end it, I feel like there should have been more active effort. I do notice there is still a lot of resentment and I mean A LOT OF RESENTMENT. I noticed a lot of the fandom got a hashtag trending, some fanart mailed into Disney itself, but I'm surprised there isn't like a full on physical protest. Online can only do so much. Like imagine a D23 but everyone is in their cosplay of the show with signs having references to whatever the show has going on. I mean, sure, it is unheard of, but consider the compromise, how it was censored in other countries, maybe even how mistreated it got during the making of Season 3. Go to the heart of where decisions are made. If you feel strongly about the compromise, take that energy and turn it into real action. As an outsider who is about to come on, I feel you so much. I hope the show is really good when I watch it, but in case if I don't, you guys really deserve better. Honest. I could be wrong in all this there's more to the story then I realize, so please go easy with this. Thank you.

[stayinguplate]

Chapter 3 tea party

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okay chapter three, this one took almost forever along with my family driving me crazy. Other than that, this story idea belongs to @moshispace and you can check out there works to see how they explain it ,I repeat I am the Writer and they are the Creator .

WARNING:This story contains yandere themes ,some blood and wound mentions, slight foul language

Enough yapping from me let’s get into the story

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I started traveling down the SNUD path my feet

ache as i walked down the path ,the sun started

to set turning into dusk as the time progressed

the time was odd here but I was getting tired.

I eventually entered a forest it was half engulfed

with mist ,as I was walking looking around the

twisted tree branches it gave off the illusion of

that it was moving but I knew it was just the mist

that was creating it.

As I duck under a tree to keep moving I wince as I

stopped to look at the still fresh looking wound on

my upper arm from the monster it stings as l wipe

the dirt off, a cold breeze blows by as I sighed not

knowing what to do.

“It looks like you ran afoul of something.

with wicked claws.”

I flinched as I turned around to see another turtle

A box turtle more like as he was sitting on the tree

Branch observing me with a smile.

“ …and I’m still dreaming “

I said as I looked at him confused

“ well what did that to you?”

He said curiously as he pointed to my wound on

My upper arm.

“ banner or bander-“

“ the Bandersnach?”

He said with shock mixed with amusement as he then disappeared,

“ well ,I’d better have a look “

I jumped slightly in shock as he reappeared right

next to me .

“ what are you doing?”

I asked with Apprehensiveness

“ it needs to be purified by someone with

evaporating skills ,or it will fester and putrefy “

He explained calmly

“ I’d rather you didn’t ,I’ll be fine as soon as I wake

up from this confusing world “

I said as I felt on edge. I then attempted to walk

away before he gently grabbed my forearm

“ well at least let me bind it for you “

He said as he magically pulled out rag bandage ,

He started to gently wrap my arm in the bandage

“ what do you call yourself?”

“ reader”

“ the reader ?!?”

He said happily with a smile as he finished the

binding on my upper arm .

"There Has Been Some Debate About That..."

"I Never Get Involved In what is it..Politics."

He said with a smiling smirk as he vanished again

“ you’d best be on your way, shame i would have

loved to catch up “

He said as he reappeared behind me I turned

around looking at him confused and in disbelief

“ what way ?!, all i really want is to wake up from

this confusing dream “

He sighed softly

“ fine…I’ll take you to the hare and Leo ,but that’s

the end of it dear”

He said as he disappeared into thin air, I looked

around hearing more of the owls and frogs

making noise . I look around for him waiting to

Appear but nothing…

“ coming ?”

I look to where to the end of the forest goes and I

see him waiting , I hesitate for a second

Before I go running next to him, it was better than

being alone in this odd and confusing world .

After most likely a few hours we had made it out

of the forest walking for a couple of minutes

before the the orange turtle disappeared again I

was confused as I run up a little to see if he went

ahead ,but no instead I saw a somewhat broken

Down windmill house down the hill I was on ,

I walked down the hill carful to watching

Where I stepped so i didn’t trip.

As I got closer I saw cass , Usagi and another

turtle sleeping but all seemed to have woken up

as soon as I got close to the table .

The turtle then squinted his eyes and widened

them as he saw me a smile appearing on his face

as he abruptly stepped on the table and walked

on top of it to get to me ,breaking a teapot and

stepping on pastry’s in the process .

I look at him my stomach churned in uneasiness

as I look up at him

“ it’s you “

He said happily with a smile

“ no Raph had gotten the wrong reader “

Cass said

“ ITS THE WRONG READER!?”

Usagi said in shock and also craziness

“ it’s absolutely reader ,you’re absolutely reader id

know you and your lovely face anywhere …”

He said as he turned his head back to the table

“ I’d know them anywhere!”

He yelled as then the hare and cass started

slightly giggling ,

He then turned around back to me with a smile as

he then grabbed my hand lifting me up slightly as

if he was helping me walk

“ as you can see we are still having tea “

He said as he then again walked on top of the

table over everything , I couldn’t exactly walk as

he was lifting me to the point me feet couldn’t

touch the ground or …table

“And it’s all because I was obliged to kill time

waiting for your return .”

He said as he finally made it to his chair and let go

of my hand setting me down

“ you’re terribly late, you know. Naughty, well

anyway, time became quite offended and

stopped altogether “

He explained , as I looked around observing I see

the other turtle the orange one appear and

slightly spook the hare .

“ Not a tick ever since “

He said as he pats a seat gesturing me to sit

down , as I sit down, he does too

“ time can be funny in dreams “

I said as I looked up at him

“ yes yes ,of course,but now you’re back you see

and we need to get on to the Frabjous day. “

He says as the others join

“ frabjous day!”

“ Frabjous day!”

Cass and the hare exclaimed in excitement

“ I’m investigating things that begin with the

letter ‘ M’ “

He said as he then gets a little closer then

Whispering to me .

“ have you any idea why a raven is like a writing

desk?…”

He asked ,I shook my head confused .

“ Downal wyth bluddy behg Hid!”

He said as cass and Usagi start chanting it

“ Downal wyth bluddy behg Hid!”

“ Downal wyth bluddy behg Hid!”

They all said as I look at them all confused

“ what?”

I said as I looked to the other turtle who had not

said it .

“ down with the bloody big head “

He said simply as he had just seem to be looking

at his empty cup but then he looked up from it,

staring at me from across the table

“ the bloody big head being the purple king “

He said as he looks back down at his cup

“ come, come. We simply must commence with

readers choosing and what she will choose, we

must convince her , therefore it is high time to

forgive and forget… or forget and forgive,

whichever comes first”

He said as he quickly paused then started to

continue talking .

“ or is ,in any case, most convenient I’m waiting “

He says as he pulls out a pocket watch

“ h-hey it’s tick-tick it’s ticking again.”

Usagi stutters as I look at him as he pulls a

pocket watch out of the teapot .

“ all this talk of blood and choosing has put me

off my tea …”

The turtle said as he puts the teacup down

“ ah …the entire world is falling into ruin and poor

Mikey’s desire off his tea”

‘ Mikey so that is his name’ I thought to myself

as the other turtle says that to Mikey with a little

bit of venom 

“ what happened that day was not my fault leo”

Mikey replied with the same type of tone he did

Leo inhaled sharply he looked angry,

“ oh ,dear”

Usagi said nervously , Leo then stands up and

walks to the left side of the table, 

“ you ran out on them to save your own skin, you

guddler’s scuttish pilgar lickering shukm juggling

sulking urpal shukm juggling sulking urpal

Bar Lon MUCK EGG BRIMNI!”

Mikey looked slightly, startled as Leo said these

things I couldn’t let it pass as Mikey helped me

out of the forest 

“ Leo Leave Him Alone!”

I yelled, Leo then turns to me pausing

“ thank you….”

He says, with a sort of strained voice 

“ meow “

Usagi randomly said as he looks to Leo

Leo takes a deep breath in and breathes out

“ I’m fine….”

He says ,he sighed as he looks down

“ what’s wrong with you , Leo, you used to be the life of the party ?”

Mikey says as Leo looks to him , Mikey had put

himself an actual cup of tea and started stirring it

as he popped the sugar cube in .

“ you used to do the best flutterwacken in all of

witzend “

Leo looks up in a daydreaming matter, smiling as

he probably recalls the memory 

“ flutter what ?”

I ask out of curiosity

“ FlutterWacken !”

Usagi says as he knocks the spoon off of the

table to the floor

“ it’s a dance “

Cass said explaining it in a more simpler way

“ do you know when-“

Cass gets cut off as Leo interrupts her

“ on Frabjous day when the final decision is once

made and if we get the hopeful wish, we are

wishing for …”

He said as he looks at you 

“ on that day i shall flutter wackiness vigorously”

He said as he looks away from me as all the other

start giggling, except for Mikey .leo then heads

back to his seat and sits down.

Suddenly Usagi lifted his ear, signaling that he

was hearing something 

“Oh no “

He said as he looked to the fog of the forest

Mikey looked back to see

“ uh-oh”

He said as i heard the familiar stomping of the

robot guards growing closer

“ Goodbye.”

He said as he then evaporates disappearing ,

Usagi was behind him but as Mikey

disappeared the hare scrambled back as he yelled

“ Hide Her!”

As he scrambled back to his seat.



>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You all will see a drawing of Leo in the next chapter:3

Hope you all have a great day or night or even afternoon and I’ll see you soon.

(edited)

[that-ari-blogger]

Unconventional (Happy Day In Hell)

When I set out to write this series, I was initially prepared to analyse Hazbin Hotel episode by episode, in the same way as my coverage of The Owl House and She-Ra, but I don’t think that does the musical justice at all.

The story is compressed to a boiling point, and each episode has so much happening in it that the posts would invariably be split in two anyway under the weight of stuff to talk about.

So instead, I will be discussing the songs themselves, and how they push the story forward. This series is dense, and I will try to cover all of the plotlines I can, but I am limiting the analysis to those songs, for the most part, there are a few individual scenes that need dwelling upon.

So, with that in mind, let’s look at Happy Day in Hell and how it positions the story as a satire of and the antithesis for everything Disney.

Let me explain.

CONTENT WARNING: This is the start of a series on Hazbin Hotel. There will be discussion of almost everything that happens in that musical, so I highly recommend you check out the content warnings that apply to the show. For now, put simply, there will be foul language, as well as discussion of sex, violence, and abuse. Please heed the warnings.

SPOILERS AHEAD: (Hazbin Hotel, Moana, Wicked, Beauty and the Beast)

Happy Day In Hell is the “I want” song of the series. Think of How Far I’ll Go, from Moana, but let’s take apart the differences there.

Moana wants to explore the world and make her home better by going out and seeking new horizons. Her story is a solo one, about personal betterment and connection to her past through her self. Charlie wants to make her home better by staying here and better people’s lives in a more tangible way.

As such, How Far I’ll Go positions Moana as a misfit in a perfect place.

“I know everybody on this island seems so happy on this island Everything is by design I know everybody on this island has a role on this island So maybe I can roll with mine”

Moana’s otherness comes from her internal struggle. She wants to indulge in her curiosity. Everyone thinks she is one of them, but she can’t square the role with her own desires.

Meanwhile, Charlie is convinced that everyone shares her mindset. She loves her home and thinks that she can make it better to live in with everyone else’s help. The problem is, she’s not positioned as right in this song. Everyone thinks she is crazy, and she is literally singing about hell.

“There's a warm, fuzzy feelin' that wafts through the air Every street so revealing, it's hard not to stare It's a realm so appealing, it beats anywhere If you don't mind the smell It's a happy day in hell”

So, Charlie’s home is an acquired taste, but she is attached to it, and she sings about how it makes her feel. Contrast what she is saying with her experience.

Charlie walks through what could well be an active warzone. The smell she mentions is that of a corpse. But Charlie is oblivious, right?

Well, not entirely. Charlie is aware of everything going on and reacts with horror to horrifying things and with discomfort to less horrifying things.

Which brings me to my thesis for the musical.

Hazbin Hotel is about redemption, sure, but its also about disentangling naivety from hope. The Charlie who sings this song is singing about a place that doesn’t exist. Hell isn’t what she thinks it is. Her hope is naïve, at this point.

Except, that isn't entirely correct, it's kinda true, but there's more going on here. Hold this thought.

"I can hear all their stories, the lost and displaced and I know that they're more of an aquired taste If I open the door and I give them a place at my Hazbin Hotel"

Charlie does see Hell for what it is, but she focuses in on the idea that everyone has a reason for doing what they're doing, and that anyone can be better. She's an optimist.

The point of the series is Charlie coming to terms with what Hell actually is and redeeming sinners doesn’t mean making them more like Heaven, instead it means making Hell better for what it is. She becomes wiser over the course of the story, but that hope never fades.

The song actually presents a reason for this blind spot, heaven’s genocide.

The song implies that the reason Charlie’s motivation is “make Hell more like Heaven” is the fear of retribution. The song sets up the stakes really well for what happens should Charlie fail. The series may be a comedy, but it treats topics like genocide with the seriousness that they need.

Which leads me to my point about this song. The song is entirely setup. The series’ main flaw is its limited runtime, which messes with the pacing something savage and is categorically not the writers’ fault. I blame the Amazon execs who quantified art into a monetary scale, and whichever bastard decided on the eight-episode season that is also wreaking havoc with Doctor Who at the moment. But the effect is there.

Every medium has its benefits. But I challenge you to pull this shot off in live action.

So, Happy Day In Hell does a lot to negate this by setting up the themes and plot points that the series will specialise in. Notably, the clash of Charlie’s dream of bettering people’s lives against the threat of invasion, as well as the pseudo-biblical imagery.

This is reflected in the music itself. Most obviously, the song changes tempo several times to foreshadow the rollercoaster pacing, but in a more subtle way, the melody holds up the idea of hope.

I want to prefix this by saying that musical notation is not really my specialty. Part of why this blog exists is as a way for me to teach myself these, so bear with me on this. If you know better than me, please correct me in the replies.

As Charlie opens the song, her part emphasises key words to ground itself at the start of each bar. Those being “do”, “know”, the first syllable of “Heaven”, and “plans”. The notes on these remain stable on a repeated C as she reassures herself with what she knows, before her high reaching dreams are represented by the A on “Heaven”, and she roots herself back down with the B for “plans” and she prepares to keep dreaming. It’s a stable loop that allows for optimism as it rises and will repeat itself until something changes.

Speaking of which, the second phrase is the same exact progression, with the exception that it resolves to G instead as Charlie starts to gain momentum. This is also represented by the note length, with the final note being much slower and pensive than the rest of the phrase, until Charlie is finally in the moment and off on her journey.

And we have our first tempo change, rising in pace to match Charlie’s ambition and accompany the crowd singing along, and this is the most Disney part of the song.

The chorus, in reference to those who aren’t the main characters, exists in songs like this to tell the audience what the general consensus is. For example, in Wicked, the chorus reacts with joy to the death of the Wicked Witch, and so the audience can generally assume that the rest of Oz is pretty happy as well.

Disney loves having chorus members sing along to set the scene for their stories, be it Beauty and the Beast’s villagers singing about Belle in a song named after her, or Where You Are from Moana.

The difference here, is the denizens of Hell are talking about how awful their lives are, and how they are accustomed to violence and death. It’s a subversion.

You may notice that the scene setting song and the "I want" song are usually distinct numbers, but Hazbin Hotel doesn’t have time for that. Like I said, this musical is dense.

Before I finish up, I want to mention one word that changes Charlie’s entire character for me. “Fuck”. More specifically:

“Today is gonna be a fuckin’ happy day in hell”.

I am not usually one for cursing in writing. I usually deem it as wasted space that could have been better achieved through cinematography or acting or just any other word. This is honestly rather hypocritical of me, considering my own vernacular.

But, I don’t see that problem here. Here, the word accentuates Charlie’s perseverance and the intensity of her dream. The song’s name stops going from a hope and becomes a threat. Charlie doesn’t think that Hell will get better, she is going to make it better.

This one-word changes Charlie from naïve to relentless, and it reframes what hope is about. Because fundamentally, Charlie is hopeful. She has no reason to believe her dream will work, that’s why she needs hope, and that’s what she needs to inspire in others.

Philosophy is often attributed to great works, but the quote that best exemplifies Charlie comes from the least likely of places, X (the website formerly known as Twitter), and a user called Crowsfault:

"People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider’s webs. It’s not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go."

Final Thoughts

To those for whom this is my first post, helo. I'm Ari, I do analysis about things I like and things I don't from a storytelling standpoint. These are my opinions, and I am not to be taken as an authority on anything.

I love Hazbin Hotel so much, despite its many flaws. This series isn’t for everyone, but it is something I enjoyed, and something I want to talk about.

And there is something to that. Every piece of media has an audience, and Hazbin Hotel feels like it was written directly for tumblr. It critiques the internet as a whole, and its propensity to see things as black and white. Lets be clear, the first redeemed sinner was Sir Pentious, a character who began his story as a villain. But the show is also catered to an audience that will take it apart, and to me at least, Tumblr is the place where people do that.

Even the design and art style are Tumblr coded.

This is why I find LavenderTowne’s redesigns so interesting. They are an exploration of what might happen if the show was written for a slightly different audience with different expectations and standards, and I will be talking about the second of those videos in a post coming soon.

Next week, however, I will be covering Hell Is Forever and the introduction of Heaven. So stick around if that interests you.

Next

[davycoquette]

Yet more exposition from a collaborative writing post. This little action sequence takes place in the old west and features cowboyoutlaw!Shiloh.

It was cat work. Lie in wait. Watch. Be still, blend in. Wait, watch. Your muscles will twitch, your jaw will work in anticipation, but you must wait. And wait, and watch. You can flick your tail, flex your claws in the dirt, take aim – but for time indeterminable you will be still and you. will. wait.

Not everyone has the disposition for it. Many will grow intolerably bored til they’re restless and agitated, and Shiloh thought his companion was getting close. Little went on at the Abners’ house – a few comings and goings, murmurs, amorphous silhouettes drifting across the curtains at night. The companion did not want to talk about Gaskell or Thoreau or Douglass – not even about himself. Not with Shiloh Kitson. Rather than sit in suspicious silence together, they separated.

Cat work favors the imaginative, so Shiloh was content.

On the arranged night, Shiloh checked ‘his’ (stolen) pocketwatch, stretched his back, kneaded his fingers into his shoulder-blades and flattened knotted muscle bordering his spine down the length of his neck. He vanished out of the shadows of the street and stepped into the overgrown yard, where shiny black crickets squirmed between grass blades over the cracked clay. Using a pry bar left lying outside the house’s little storage shed, he wedged a back window open and slipped into the muggy house.

The brother had not come home, and cat work did not trump the necessity of timing where multiple men were concerned. Shiloh had to prove he could collaborate; that he could do more than work by his lonesome. (So, not like a cat at all.) He’d been instructed to bring two men to the mill; this was why he had the boy from the Blackwater Outfit along. But, as the shadows deepened, he was obliged to make a choice: bring in the villain himself, or no one at all. Easy decision. The younger outlaw waited outside, instructed to hoot like a barred owl if the proprietor of the woolmill turned up to his appointment.

He never did.

The robber who crossed poor Miss Brown – that angel of whom Smith was so dearly fond, and Shiloh, too, not only because Smith liked her so well but because she’d cooed to him awful sweet about his wounded paw! – that robber clanked around in his kitchen come evening and whipped himself up a pot of pintos cooked in recycled fat. The smell seeped through the swollen floorboards to the second story, where Shiloh smoothed his gloved hand across the brother’s bed. There’d been a wife at some point, judging by a second divot in the featherbed. Long gone – else her brother-in-law wouldn’t be reusing week old fatback and gnawing cornbread so dry it fouled to grit in his mouth. There wouldn’t have been plates in the sink slimy with congealed grease, flies buzzing ‘round gravy that’d turned two days earlier.

Shiloh walked when Abner walked. Cat work. Waited for the man to piss off the back porch. Waited for him to suck down a little whiskey, to have a smoke. Then he came a-plonking up the stairs, sluggish. The coyote’s heart beat in time, composed. He leaned his back to the wall behind the bedroom door and waited coiled hair-trigger like a viper.

Abner ambled in, and Shiloh waited. He unfastened his suspenders, unbuttoned his shirt and let it slough off his shoulders to the floor, then he kicked his boots off, and Shiloh waited.

The robber unbuckled his belt which slumped around his boots, and Shiloh waited.

The man’s trousers slouched down to his calves, leaving him in his long underwear, and Shiloh swept out of the dark to kick the back of his knee in. Abner dropped to the floor with a startled grunt the outlaw cut off when he squeezed his windpipe shut, clasping his neck between his forearm and bicep while the other hand shoved a dirty sock he’d plucked off the floor into the man’s mouth when it gaped like a bass’. This was the part where he’d ordinarily insert a knife into Abner’s back and twist it. Bring the matter to a swift end and go about his night, or else while away last the hours ‘til sunrise shoveling dirt into a hole he’d dug ahead of time. But tonight was different – he needed to bring this man to Smith and Howard alive, and that meant he wasn’t to stick a knife anyplace. So, he mollified his mouse with, “Shh, shh,” and pressed his cheek to the back of his head as though coddling a child out of a nightmare.

Abner was not especially broad, and he was shorter than Shiloh. He was stronger, anyway, blessed with dogged strength that kicked in under pressure. This possibility had been anticipated, but not to the degree it came true. Abner rose from the floor, and soon Shiloh was rising with him, boots hoisted off the floorboards before his deceptively muscular target slammed them both against the bedroom wall.

He dropped down, toed the floorboards, averted a second impact by kicking away from the wall. Cue the ballet, his feet swept off the ground, stomach swooping when Abner tangled his ankles in his downed pants and they collapsed onto the bed in a flurry of scattered feathers. Shiloh grasped for the breath crushed out of him, then the bedstead gave before he could catch it and they fell a second time.

He dovetailed his ankles around Abner's and they were like a pair of blacksnakes mid-coitus in May. He could smell the pork fat in Abner's greasy sweat and could barely find purchase on him now that it glistened a thin film over the man’s skin. Still, H-O-L-D and F-A-S-T held on for dear life, and the robber couldn’t obtain the range of movement to crack Shiloh’s ribs with his elbow. His face turned from red to purple and he tongued at the sock in his mouth, but Shiloh clamped his paw across it til the salty wool clogged halfway down his throat.

“I need your help with something,” Shiloh said when fireworks popped off behind Abner's eyes. He gripped a handful of his moist black hair, letting the man dislodge his sock gag just enough to almost suck in a gasp of air. Almost. His arm was still a vice around his throat. “...And I’ll let go. Sound good?”

He gave him an opportunity to answer, but Abner could not. (He did make a few animal groans, to his credit.)

“Nothing complicated: You open up the mill office. Let me and my friends in. We tie you up, leave you good’n whole. Law finds you in the morning; you’ve got a story you can tell for years to come.”

This time, Abner replied, but it was nigh indecipherable. Damn you to hell, shit-stain, probably, or some alternative of get proper fucked.

Shiloh relented ‘til he could sneak a little breath around the dirty sock. Took his hand out of his hair and drew the pistol from his belt to wedge the barrel into his kidney. “Feel that?”

The robber swore at him again. 

“Know what that is?” He half-cocked the hammer and waited for Abner to bob his head. “You over-imbibed,” Shiloh went on, craning his neck, then farther still when Abner’ hair clung to his scruffy chin. When he’d escaped the wispy clinging hairs, he let up in earnest and yanked the wet sock from the robber’s mouth. “Your friend’ll hold you up. You’ve got a lot of friends waiting for you, as a matter of fact. Some of ‘em the law; some just plain haints in the night.” Neither was true; the only backup he had within earshot was the other outlaw. “So, picture it: you try something, I pull the trigger. You know what a bullet does to internal organs? It goes in real neat and out real messy. Drags your bowels out with it, like the stinger out of a honeybee. You bleed out in minutes, and it hurts to where you can’t make a sound; not a peep, hard as you try. Ugly business. So, you lean on me – we rob the mill, nobody dies thrashing on the street holding his entrails in his hands.” Brightly, “C’mon.”

Abner swaggered to his feet, glaring daggers, hands hoisted at shoulder level.

“Pants,” Shiloh suggested, waving the gun at the discarded pair next to the collapsed bed before he trained it on the robber again. Then, “Shirt,” and he did not need to tell him to put his hat or boots on. Wisely, Abner didn’t go for his belt.

Cat work: when the mouse is caught, you play with him ‘til he doesn’t hold your attention anymore. This is when you realize you were never all that hungry in the first place, so you bite off his head and leave the rest for somebody else to clean up.

[razorblade180]

Whispers in droplets

More of this <- I guess?

It was another calm night in the nation of Hydro. Warm street lights cut through the darkness on every corner while the bustling sound of rushing water had become a source to soothe wary souls to a good nights rest. Furina wished she was one of those people.

All by her lonesome, she stepped rhythmically on every painted brick on the way to the Opera House, her gaze fixated on the ground. Though she lived for the performances, a piece of her also found it calming to be in the grand, empty hall with its lustrous curtains closed; no performances to a n audience had its own since of beauty in her eyes that were currently a little puffy and pink. By now, even the energetic Charlotte had to going to bed, which was good. Furina couldn’t bear the thought of an unwanted picture of citizen capturing her in such a pathetic state of-

“Focalor?”

A voice called out, causing her to jolt upright out of her trance. What was a the muffled sound of water became crystal clear as the young adventurer who sat up against the fountain. Furina’s heart nearly stopped. Of all fountains, it had to The Fountain of Lucine that Aether sat against. She quickly recovered from her internal fear but failed to be as in character as she would’ve liked.

Furina:W-Well well… aren’t we a night owl? To think I’d see you here even later than usual. Plotting a scheme no doubt.

Aether:I thought you learned your lesson about baseless accusations.

Furina:Excuse me!? If you’re referring to Mr. Lyney’s prosecution, we both know it was far from baseless. Even if I hadn’t uttered a word he’d still be questioned, given the fact a crime happened that was during the show! My bold declaration merely expedited the process towards the inevitable truth. Though I’ll admit….the twists and turns along the way were indeed…unexpected.

Aether:I’d say you’re putting that mildly, but I don’t anyone, not even a god, would’ve predicted that nonsense accurately. The crime spanned decades after all.

Furina:Well…I agree, I suppose. *deflates* Though a couple decades in comparison to centuries of life makes my assumption laughable at best. Anyways, why are you here of all places? You of all people must know it wouldn’t do you any good to be around the water system so casually given recent events. Neither Neuvillette nor I would expect you of foul play or tampering, but you’re still a foreigner with trust to earn.

Aether:Can’t argue with that. Unfortunately for me, I’ve been accused of crimes while having even less suspicious behavior. *stretches arms* I couldn’t really sleep, so now I’m here.

Furina:Most decide to take a proper walk or eat something to soothe the body and mind.

Aether:Well I’m not exactly most people. Turns out I’m pretty sensitive to the hydro element. When l can’t sleep , I come here to listen to the water and the secrets they share~

No amount of practiced theatrics could remove the shock in Furina’s eyes. Aether could see her fists tense slowly and despite her attempts to stand tall, she looked a little less composed.

Furina:Secrets you say? What kind of secrets exactly?

Aether:..*smiles* Can’t say. If they wanted to be known, they would. It’s like you said, I have trust to build, so the secrets stay with me.

Furina:…*grins* Ha! Very well then. I suppose I can’t drag them out of you.

Aether:You sure perked up quickly. Though I guess it’s a good thing. It looks genuine.

Furina:Genuine, you say? Heh…

She approached Aether and sat down beside him, going as far as to remove her hat as she gently leaned against his arm. She didn’t care if he could see the redness under her eyes, wrinkles on her clothes, or the frizzled strands of hair that weren’t befitting of a god.

Furina:Pardon my proximity, but I’m rather tired tonight. Or…I suppose I should say I’m tired most nights.

Aether:That’s fine. I’m tired too. I thought you had some place to be, or at least that’s what it looked like?

Furina:I did, however…*closes eyes* I enjoy company; even if it’s yours.

Aether:You were so close to being sweet.

Furina:Gotta keep you on your toes. Seriously, I do enjoy this little moment. Though I hope you do understand you can’t go blabbering about this to anyone.

Aether:Heh, what’s one more secret between us?

[dobnny]

@ladiesofhpfest

monthly mini for Ginerva Weasley

Summary: Ginny is being interview by Hannah from Risk-and-Taken, but someone interrupts their conversation.

The interview?

"So, Ginerva-"

"Please, call me Ginny." She corrected the interviewer, with a smile that didn't fully reach her eyes.

"Oh, of course. Ginny, as I was saying how excited are you with the upcoming Quidditch season? Do you think the Harpies has what it takes to win the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

"Well, Han-Han, I definitely believe that-"

"Erm, please call me Hannah," the interviewer from Risk-and-Taken, a new prophet company that was competing with the Daily Prophet.

"Of course, Hannah my apologies." Ginny replied, "I believe that this season the Harpies are certainly going to take a risk and come out victorious at the end. Yes, the odds are certainly stacked against us but there's one thing that we have that the other Quidditch teams lack."

The interviewer leaned in closer, intrigued by the determination in the young Quidditch star. Ginny could tell she was about to ask what exactly makes the Harpies stand out amongst all the other teams. When suddenly the living room became dark, and an unfamiliar muggle song started to play all around them.

Before the lights turned back on, instead of a soft white light, the room the light changed from red to pink. Thick smoke began rising from the ground, quickly spreading throughout the room.

"You don't have to be rich to be my girl. You don't have to be cool to rule my world. Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with. I just want your extra time and your kiss."

"Shit." She muttered, her face burning scarlet....damnit. Why now out of all times. She thought to herself, why couldn't Harry take Dobby with him?

Ginny stared at Dobby, who was wearing- wait was that little butter wearing her favorite jersey? She quilted her eyes, and realized that not only was Dobby wearing the jersey that she wore for her first Harpy match, but he was also wearing a pair of Harry’s grey joggers. It was magicked to fit the house elf, yet it didn’t suit him at all. In fact Ginny noticed how Dobby had to continuously hold onto the sides of the joggers in order to keep them up as he danced in a slow circle.

Merlin’s saggy left-

“Oh, it seems as if I’m in the middle of something intimate….I can reschedule this interview at a later time?” Ginny heard Hannah ask from besides her, almost in a strained voice.

Before she could reply to the reporter, Ginny noticed how Dobby had turned around and was staring at her. His eyes were extra wide open and he was watching her like a hawk, he had the audacity to wink at her as if saying, “you like the show?”

“Dobby, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?” She asked, through clenched teeth.

“Ms. Ginerva-“

“It’s Ginny.”

“Oh, yes sorry!” Dobby squeaked out, his face turning a shade of murky green. “Ms. Ginny, I wanted to show my gratitude for letting me serve you.”

She closed her eyes, willing herself to count to ten before reaching for her wand and firing a bat bogey hex to the house elf. After a few deep breaths, Ginny opened her eyes and spoke, “there isn’t a need for all of this, Dobby. Please can you leave? I'm in the middle of a very important interview.”

“But, Dobby needs to express his gratitude! Dobby has been practicing for hours, and this time the socks are clean,” the house elf squeaks out as he gestured to his feet. The pair of “clean” socks that Dobby claimed were a mixture of brown and green. It was also emitting a foul odor from the longer he stood there in front of them. Ginny tried her best to push down the bile in her mouth. Nope, she doesn’t want to even think about what the “dirty” socks even looked or smelled like for the matter.

Another silence stretched between the three occupants, that was until Hannah had decided to break the silence.

“You know what, maybe I should get going. Yes-I will send an owl to your manager and we will fix up a different date.” The reporter spoke with difficulty since she was doing her best to hold in her breath.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll ask Dobby to leave-”

“No! I mean, it’s fine….I’ll make sure to keep in touch with your manager and hopefully we’ll set up another date.” Hannah said as she gathered all her things quickly, “Besides, I believe Donny…?”

“It’s Dobby, Miss,” Dobby replied while attempting to give a lopsided smile to the reporter. It seems as though he tried to get that out of her brother’s Ron’s arsenal, because he would always smile like that to Hermione to get his way. Which worked practically all the time, but the way that Dobby is doing it, it just wasn’t pleasant to see. Ginny wondered if Hannah would end up sending in a restraining order against the house elf, just from the way he was trying to smile.

“Right. Dobby, I believe you two have some sort of conversation to finish, and I truly don’t want to interrupt,” Hannah replied and with that she was already rushing to the floor and before Ginny could even call out to her, Hannah was gone.

“So now that we are alone-”

Ginny pulls out her wand quicker than ever and stuns Dobby into the next realm. That buggering little shit.

[nitrozem]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Tagged by @akitasimblr Thanks!

A set of 20 questions to get to know your oc! I will do Miguel!

What uncommon/common fear do they have? He's afraid of heights, after he slide down the side of the canyon trying to get his hat (wind blew it off his head)

Do they have any pet peeves? He's pretty chill for the most part, but he does get annoyed if someone takes his snacks without asking him lol He'll let them if they ask, just don't sneak one, he was probably saving that for later! lmao

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? A picture of his family, plates he hasn't taken to the sink, probably a toy one of his kids left in there

What do they notice first in a person? Hmm, well he can usually tell how a person might be like by just looking at them as a whole. He will stick with this first impression of someone until they show otherwise. Example: First time he met Kimiko, he scanned her over and was like "entitled spoiled mean girl" and I mean...he wasn't that far off considering she had some growing to do, but after he got to know her his opinion obviously changed. (and did her opinion of him lol)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Probably a 8 or 9, he works on a ranch and does hard labor, he's use to getting scraps, cuts and bruises. He's been kicked by a horse once (ouch)

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? He's someone who freezes typically, until he gets ahold of himself, then he typically runs cause he doesn't like conflict, however, he will fight and it will hurt the threat if it involves protecting his family.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He came from a small family that originally consisted of him, his mother and grandmother. Eventually they both died and he was alone (as his father didn't know he existed) Now he has a larger family (wife, 3 kids and planning for one more) He is a family person though, he's always a big family. He was living alone for awhile and he just really wanted company/something to live for.

What animal represents them best? Probably a big friend livestock guardian dog lol

What is a smell that they dislike? Well when you work with animals, sometimes they die and he's not fond of the smell of death. It's foul and his heart always drops knowing one of his animals had likely passed away.

Have they broken any bones? Broke his arm when he slide off the side of the canyon in the gulch

How would a stranger likely describe them? Friendly hard working fella

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? When he was alone? Night owl. Now? Morning bird to get a start on ranch chores. Kimiko has always been a morning bird so he started picking up that habit even before ranch stuff lol

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? He'll eat just about anything but the one thing he will not eat is anything matcha flavored. Kimiko had him try a matcha cookies her sibling made for her and she started laughing when he actually was like "BLEGH" Evidently there is something he wont eat!

Do they have any hobbies? Wood carving and finding old things to paint/decorate to put in the house.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He will jump for sure, but he'll be fine after he see's what the fuss is about, where's the cake? lmao!

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yeah, he has some western rope necklace and bracelet. He found it in a box of his mothers old stuff and kept it (along with her hat)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? It's very messy lol

What are two emotions they feel the most? Probably happy and focused

Do they have a favorite fabric? I guess denim because he always wears jeans

What kind of accent do they have? Mexican accent, I kind of imagine him sounding like Raul Tejada from Fallout: New Vegas (voiced by Danny Trejo)

I will tag @weisskralle @blackeyedaliens @fl0ptrait @theosconfessions @nikatyler if you wanna do it

[branmuffins22]

owl house headcanon: on "cursing" (profanity)

there's a prominent superstition on the Boiling Isles that using foul language drives bad luck out of the speaker and into their environment (or those around them), which is why they call it "cursing".

as such, people in dense towns (like bonesborough and latissa) tend to swear like sailors, to make sure the bad luck is always someone else's problem.

higher-end individuals (like rich people and coven officials) tend to avoid cursing, as a sort of amicable veneer: "we're all friends here, let's be civil, no need to endanger the negotiations," and all that.

catch Eda alone in public and she'll spout enough obscenety to fill a dictionary, but around her kids or at home she tones it down significantly, cursing only a little bit more than the normal amount. it's no fun to give bad luck to your own kids/house demon, since you'll be the one to have to clean up after the consequences, y'know?

King had a bit of a pottymouth before Luz arrived, but cleaned up his act somewhat under her early influence. however, in the subsequent months around Eda, Luz's filter weakened significantly, and King's followed suit.

luckily for Luz: Camila doesn't know any demon/witch swears; Amity, Hunter, and Vee were too sheltered to get acquainted with them; and Willow and Gus just keep quiet about it to keep Luz out of trouble.

when one of these bad words eventually makes its way into Camila's vocabulary and out of her mouth for the first time, she gets a solid few minutes of laughter out of the Hexside trio, who adamantly refuse to tell her why what she said is so funny.

[moongurl95]

Chapter 8.5 – In the Shadow of the Aftermath

Dear Anne –

Hogwarts isn´t the same without you, but it seems you’ve summoned in some favors by ensuring my ego remains bruised with defeat during a rather lively mock duel in Hecat’s class the first day. If you must know to whom do you owe the pleasure, then it would interest you to find out that we’ve welcomed a new classmate in our year— and no, she’s not a transferee from another wizarding academy— She actually just started with her magical education as she only just grew into her Magic this late, have you heard about an instant like that, Anne?

Even so, Beatrice (our new classmate’s name) seems to be quite the enigma. I daresay I wish to unravel more about her. If this is your way of sending a new perspective in my midst, then I shall endeavor to make the best out of this term— even though, well, I heard Sharp is still as foul. But, you know what I mean.

I’ve also enclosed your requested sweets from Honeydukes here. I hope you’re doing better.

Sebastian

He watched their shared owl, Pudge, fly off from the Owlery— the screech owl might take a day or two before coming back with a reply from his twin, but he garnered it had moreso to do with the tiny thing preferring to be spoiled with snacks in the company of his sister than being cooped up in a place where he rarely sent or received any letters.

Imagine his surprise this morning when Sebastian was discreetly pulled aside after breakfast by their Head of House, as Professor Ronen proudly granted him a fair number of House points for his endeavors at Hogsmeade yesterday, as well as jovially telling him he was excused for today’s classes.

After heeding his Charms Professor’s advice to get himself properly checked by Nurse Blainey, he used the better half of his time to sit back down in his room to properly compose a letter to his sister. But with that done, Sebastian found himself with more time in his hands and couldn’t help but let his mind wander to his charge— Had she also been excused for today’s classes as well? Where could she be in the castle during this time of day, perchance?— A quick look at his pocket watch gave Sebastian a plausible insight on where Beatrice just might be at this time. Maybe they’d finally get around to spending Study period together after a round at Crossed Wands.

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“But sir, how dangerous could the library be? Perhaps we’re only after a book.”

“Perhaps we are only after a book. But we should be prepared for anything.”

Beatrice wasn’t privy to the details on how exactly she was found the night her magic violently burst forth, all she was made aware of the morning she’d gained consciousness in a quaint London flat along Charing Cross was that she was now a witch, set to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in two months’ time under the safety of her now-mentor’s tutelage and that the life she once knew, now barely existed.

Obliviated— was what she heard casted on those few who managed to survive the destruction she’d left behind in that awful cave off the coasts of Seaford— And for all Beatrice knew, the convent of St. Margarets crossed her off as a runaway from the sisterhood. It may have taken a week before she came around to warming up with her new guardian, but Beatrice would still often wonder…

Professor Weasley insists that they will need an escort and a mentor to help them acclimatize before term begins. I have assigned the task to you. Please see Professor Weasley for details.

Surely it would have taken at least a day or two for the Ministry to have Traced the source of her magical outburst yet Beatrice was sure, despite her slowly losing consciousness amidst the smoke from the blazing inferno that night, that it was Professor Fig himself who had come for her and not just any other Auror. So why did the letter she had read in his classroom seem to have been addressed to him after the fact? Maybe she was reading too much into it—

“Ready to get thrashed?”

She had to focus on her Crossed Wands duel at the moment.

“Is everything all right, Beatrice?” The question made her give a quick nod of assurance back to Natty, who had graciously accepted being her duelling partner for this round— going against three opponents by herself still seemed a bit overwhelming after all and honestly, when was Constance going to tell her she was also part of Crossed Wands?

“I just had to do something exciting if Quidditch wouldn’t be having matches this year,” Constance supplied as if reading her mind while deflecting Beatrice’s basic cast on her, “I’d be bored out of my mind in the Gobstones Club!”

“I’m guessing this being “exclusive and unsanctioned” was enough to tickle your curiosity?” Beatrice asked with a grin, alternating her offense on a Slytherin girl who quickly accepted defeat without a fuss.

“I’d agree with its exclusivity, wouldn’t have been gotten in if not for Astoria’s recommendation— practically encouraged us to branch out to other clubs now that Quidditch practice is mostly off the schedule. Though I’d doubt this club is as unsanctioned as it’s said to be—” Constance huffed out a breath, pausing just enough to see Beatrice finish off the younger Gryffindor who had just bested Onai, “—doubt Hecat didn’t get a whiff of this.”

“Best not make her question the sanctity of our duels here then?” Beatrice faced her roommate then, they were the only ones left standing, making Constance grin at her eagerly, “Even better if we make a good show out of it!” She said before casting a yellowish streak towards Beatrice’s way—

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Sebastian hadn’t expected the ruckus that welcomed him at the Clock Tower, seeing Hector Jenkins frustratingly have a go at their club’s training dummy, “She could’ve gone a bit easier on me!” The young Gryffindor had almost whined as Lucan immediately stepped in, albeit cautiously.

“What did I miss?” Sebastian couldn’t help but voice aloud.

“Quite a bit. Beatrice actually asked after you, Sallow.” It was Natsai Onai who had spoken up as she was passing by, a blonde Ravenclaw by her side who jokingly quipped, “Had me best thinking perhaps I should just stick to potions.” Sebastian only then recognized her as the girl who sat beside Beatrice during the Start-of-Term Feast, “Heard she had to turn in some extra assignments for Professor Hecat though, you might find her near there if you’re looking for her?”

She’d phrased it more as a question, but Sebastian was sooner thanking her as he made his way out of the South Wing and towards the D.A.D.A. Tower. He’d just rounded the corner near the bottom of the stairs by the D.A.D.A. Classroom when, yet another Ravenclaw had unceremoniously bumped into him— Sebastian was starting to reflect on the irony that kept him from crossing paths with the one girl he was more keen on seeing today.

“Hey, watch it! I just got my prized collection back thanks to the new student!” The younger girl had fretted, not bothering to look up at him as she carefully counted the Gobstones she had in her hands. Wait, wasn’t she that obnoxious 1st year Anne had mischievously gotten hooked on the infernal game during the earlier months of the previous term?

“Noke, right? Zenobia Noke?” Sebastian watched as the smaller girl visibly tensed as she now looked up at him, first in trepidation before a look of recognition made her relax, “You’re Anne’s twin brother, right? Thought you looked familiar. How is she? I don’t think I’ve seen her around much…” Ah, of course news of his sister’s predicament would be talked about lightly amongst the younger students, for fear that their parents would keep them from returning to school if a goblin curse was ever made known…

“She’s… not well at the moment, but she’ll get better and be back at Hogwarts soon.” Sebastian had lost track how many times he’d said those lines to people who asked about his sister, he kept it from sounding more like a means of convincing himself than any…

“I do hope so, Imelda’s turned out to be one of the worst losers, she’s there along Astoria and Everett in my books— terrible they are for hiding my Gobstones in high places all over the school. It’s a good thing Beatrice was kind enough to help me get them back, she even promised to play a round with me in our Common room if I ever catch her there lounging about.”

Sebastian couldn’t help the twitch in his mouth as he tried to hide a smile at Zenobia’s giddy mention of Beatrice— he supposed she was the congenial type— but speaking of, “Beatrice didn’t happen to mention where she’d be at the moment, would she?” He asked, trying to sound nonchalant while surreptitiously eyeing the door above the stairs, as if Beatrice might instantly come out of their D.A.D.A. classroom.

“She did mention heading to the Astronomy Tower, I think? Even asked me something about… what was it… flying keys? I don’t think I’ve ever even seen keys flying about here in our school though.”

Sebastian hadn’t as well, but he can’t completely deny he hadn’t heard about it— those Daedalian Keys. It was something he’d heard Anne gush about after hearing it from a Gryffindor named Nellie Oggspire, someone he associated with the Osprey bird, what with the Lion cub’s affinity to carelessly find herself in high up places outside the towers. Though he never did get around to asking Anne if she’d ever started her own search for the flying keys before the incident at Feldcroft happened over the past holidays… he ought to the next time he came to visit, just to give her a boost of encouragement to get back to Hogwarts.

With that in mind, he’d left Zenobia to her Gobstones and kept aware of his surroundings, especially as he was just about to pass by the Tower’s student lounge area when he’d heard a voice grumble— “Shame, if I hadn’t needed the extra Galleons from losing that bet with Leander, I would have swapped it with the authentic historian’s uniform that Beatrice had found instead…”

That was enough to stop Sebastian in his tracks as his eyes roamed for the source of the usually grating voice, zeroing in on Arthur Plummly, “I heard you mention Beatrice, was she here just now?” Sebastian went straight to the point as he neared the Hufflepuff to ask.

“Oh hey Sebastian, Beatrice was here a few moments ago.” Plummly had jovially supplied, to which had Sebastian feeling a twitch on his brow though as he never remembered being on a first name basis with the Badger, “In fact I heard she’d be looking for you in the D.A.D.A. Tower. You hadn’t crossed paths with her on the way up here?”

Sebastian kept the sigh of frustration from escaping his lips, instead gritting out an excuse before he backtracked his steps down and subconsciously let his feet take him towards the jolly tune being played by the charmed musical quartet back in the D.A.D.A. Tower, crossing his arms as he stood in front of the Burning Witch portrait but not actually looking at it as he was now completely lost in thought. He pondered if maybe staying put in one place would prove more effective in crossing paths with Beatrice—

“Sebastian. There you are.”

“There you are.” Sebastian tried not to sound too excited at now finally having come across the girl he’d been looking for the better part of the morning, granted she had been the one to have found him first, “You promised me an explanation for what happened in the Three Broomsticks. Not many students have Victor Rookwood’s attention. What was that all about?” It was one of the many worries he’d come to realize after waking up with a clearer head from a good night’s rest.

“I’ve never even met him. Perhaps he mistook me for another student.”

“If you say so.” Beatrice’s reply almost made him bristle, as if he’d sooner believe the notorious gang leader had just thought to single her out amidst the crowded pub right after she’d demonstrated a curious form of Magic— “I won’t press you now, but you will have to tell me what’s going on at some point. You might need me.” Or he, her, if she ever decided to share whatever secrets she had with him… “So, why were you looking for me?”

“I need to find something for Professor Fig, but it’s in the Restricted Section of the Library.”

“He can’t get it himself?” Sebastian huffed, already having an inkling where this conversation was going.

“He was called away by Black at the last moment. I suppose I could wait to get a note from him, but—”

“You want to show some initiative.” At this point, Sebastian was starting to see an opportunity that may help in winning Beatrice over—

“Precisely. You mentioned being ‘clever enough not to get caught’ in the Restricted Section?” She’d looked so hopeful that it made him quick to answer, “And I am. Meet me outside the Library tonight. And tell no one.”

Despite his confidence in his reply, he noticed how Beatrice still somewhat looked anxious, her head slightly tilted as her eyes quickly roamed to check their surroundings for anyone who may be within earshot of whatever they were planning for tonight, before she tentatively asked, “What’s the worst that could happen if we’re caught in the Restricted Section? Not expulsion, I hope.”

Sebastian had to chuckle at that as he would have been expelled long before she’d have ever been sorted in Hogwarts if that was the case. “Just detention, no doubt. But a word of caution or two will help— for one, avoid Peeves the poltergeist. Aside from wanton destruction of property, he loves nothing more than telling on the likes of us.”

“And the librarian? How concerned should we be of Madam Scribner being there later tonight?”

“She’ll be sure gone by the time we sneak in, and it’s best next to tell you that the Madam doesn’t take kindly to clandestine activities taking place amongst her precious books, so do all that you can to avoid her. She and I have had our entanglements, but I can hold my own against her. You may not be so lucky.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. I’ll meet you later.”

“And with that settled, aren’t you forgetting to make time for something else other than the reasons I’ve heard about you walking almost everywhere about the castle?” Sebastian crossed his arms, peering at Beatrice’s confused expression before realization seemed to dawn on her.

“Oh! Of course, I brought these Charms related textbooks I borrowed from the Library, since you hadn’t exactly mentioned the title you needed for reference—”

“Merlin! How many books did you check out??” Sebastian was flabbergasted as Beatrice pulled out at least four books from the enchanted pockets of her robe.

“Just enough to help me catch up, I hope. As much as Professor Fig’s extensive library also helped, I wished we had more standard textbooks to assist us in which Spells are more conducive to teach based on a student's year level.” Beatrice sighed in exasperation.

“Well, there’s no fun in that at all, is there? Might end up limiting a student’s capability in learning more advanced Spells when he can handle it.” Sebastian countered as he helped take the heavy lot off Beatrice’s hands, one of which was thankfully the book he had been looking for, “Although I’d have to agree that the textbooks they’ve safely assigned us to read are too old-fashioned for my choice of reference material.”

“I’m starting to believe that’s the reason you’ve become quite clever in sneaking into unsanctioned places, perhaps?” He spied her cheekily smile at him as he led them down the D.A.D.A. Tower’s stairs.

“Quite. Which makes me believe why we should stir clear of the Library for our Study session today.” A smile of his own played on the corner of his lips as he was just about to lead the way out towards the Transfiguration Courtyard.

“Oh? Not even at the students’ lounge area by the Astronomy Tower then?” Beatrice gave him an inquisitive look, to which he was about to answer when—

“Beatrice! Uhm, I wonder if you might be able to help me with a small, er… project?”

Sebastian couldn’t help but groan out in frustration then, but Beatrice had already turned towards the voice from the side of the stairwell, “Duncan? You wanted to speak with me?”

“Errmm… Yes, well…” He watched the bespectacled boy hesitate as he warily eyed Sebastian who decided to stand by the stairs’ base, still within hearing distance, making sure a frown marred his usual nonchalant features as he waited for Beatrice.

“I— I’ve heard all about you confronting Trolls yesterday!” The boy had managed to squeak out as he tried to focus on his Housemate now in front of him, “Even aside from the dragon attack, it all seems to be amazing luck how you found yourself relatively unscathed from both!”

“I suppose it must seem that way. I’m not sure it’s justified though, it’s all just a… matter of circumstance, shall I say?” Beatrice’s tendency to brush things off had Sebastian scoffing to himself— the girl had to have acknowledged she had an uncanny ability at this point.

“I’m going to presume your reputation is in fact warranted— in which case you are precisely the person I need.” Sebastian now tensed as he leaned in on what Hobhouse had to say next that urgently required Beatrice’s presence, “You see, we were learning the repel Boggarts in Professor Hecat’s class and, well… mine unfortunately took the shape of a— a Puffskein.”

Was that right? Sebastian snorted most improperly as he held back a laugh, to which he met Beatrice’s disapproving glace before she’d turned her attention back on her Housemate, “They’re adorable! Why would you be afraid of a Puffskein?”

“They seem adorable until one sticks its tongue up your nose. Regardless of how reasonable I believe my fear of Puffskeins to be. I’m beginning to get a reputation of a coward. Some have even taken to calling me ‘Puffskein Dunkein’.”

Now Sebastian let out a good chuckle upon hearing the nickname, blatantly grinning Beatrice’s way as he observed her try to hide her own amusement behind her hand with a well-placed cough, “I’m sorry. Words can be cruel no matter how clever they may sound.”

“Everett thinks it is clever, blast him.” The poor boy almost looked faint as he was now red in the face—

from anger or embarrassment— Sebastian wasn’t sure, but he kept a close eye in case ‘Dunkein’ was anywhere close to pulling his wand out on Beatrice for laughing at him, “Poppy offered to help me in overcoming my fear, but I’m too afraid to take her up on it.”

“Anyway, to make matters worse, I stupidly blurted out that I must be braver than people think since I have been in the Hidden Herbology Corridor.”

This made Sebastian raise a brow as he never heard of such a place in the castle, Beatrice also repeated the name of the place in question towards her Housemate, “Yes. Rumour has it that the Herbology professor before Professor Garlick kept dangerous plants there.” Dunkein had looked so smug upon divulging this tiny bit of information that Sebastian felt a tick of annoyance when the bespectacled boy had the gall to give him a look as if he one-upped him on some regard.

“It’s supposedly overrun now that no one dares to enter it anymore. I was hoping you could go there and bring back evidence that I could use to show that… well, I’d gone in…? Say, a bit of an exceptionally dangerous plant of some kind?”

“What sort of plants should I expect in the Hidden Herbology Corridor?” Beatrice’s line of questioning now had Sebastian on high alert.

“I haven’t a clue. But have you seen the kinds of plants Professor Garlick grows?” Sebastian hazarded a guess she hadn’t, not personally anyway. This could prove dangerous for Beatrice, and he wasn’t comfortable at the thought that she’d be risking herself for something as petty as this boy’s ‘courage’.

“If the previous professor was anything like her, I’d imagine they’re not exactly harmless.” Then why are you sending her there in the first place?! It took all of Sebastian’s will not to Depulso Dunkein into the wall behind where he stood just to knock some sense into the boy.

“Very well. If I’m in the area, perhaps I shall take a look.” Not good. That most definitely didn’t sound like a blatant refusal from Beatrice at all, and it made Sebastian feel the dread slowly settle in the pit of his stomach.

“Grand. I’d very much appreciate it. Come find me if you get proof. I shall be forever in your debt.”

When Beatrice had parted ways with her Housemate and was now walking beside Sebastian as they passed through the Transfiguration Courtyard and entered Central Hall, that’s when he knew he had to make a decision, “We should find some of that evidence now.” He finally said.

“What?” Beatrice stopped in her tracks, clearly caught off guard by the boy’s exclamation as they stopped by the Hall’s Fountain with Sebastian now looking at her.

“At the Hidden Herbology Corridor, we should go and find it now.” He’d repeated in saying.

“But— I thought we had a Study session going on?”

“Which I’m sure you won’t have your full attention on, seeing as you’d be otherwise preoccupied.” He’d cast her a knowing look, seeing an adorable dusting of pink shade Beatrice’s cheeks as she tried to reason, “Well, I won’t exactly know where to start—” She stopped short as Sebastian’s gaze pointedly focused on one of the enchanted pockets of her robe, making her realize to pull out her Field Guide.

“Well?” He’d asked, observing the look of amazement that crossed Beatrice’s face at perhaps seeing the very location indicated on the map she held, all she had to do was make that ‘golden guiding thread’ pop out again, “Care to lead the way?” Sebastian now asked with a grin on his face.

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“Anything ‘hidden’ must sound intriguing, shouldn’t it? Have you been here before, Sebastian?”

“Never even heard of it, until now that is.” He warily glanced at the dried foliage supposedly blocking the entryway, part of him was glad it looked untouched for a long time, meaning Anne hadn’t caught wind of this place. To think Ominis now thought of him to have taken the mantle for recklessness since his twin was off recuperating, maybe the young Gaunt did have the right to worry for the remaining Sallow he had for company in this school.

“Hmm… These dry vines are one spark away from becoming kindling.” Beatrice had hummed out in observation, but before Sebastian could contribute much help in clearing the obstacle away, the girl was quick to cast an Incendio. Sebastian made a mental note never to get in Beatrice’s way.

“I see you’ve learned the Fire-making Charm now; I garner the Ministry had given you some exceptions in casting magic outside school before the term began?” Sebastian asked as he made for the wooden door first, warily pushing it open as it creaked on its hinges ominously, revealing a crumbling set of stone stairs leading down further into darkness.

“They only had me honing the most basic of spells and charms, nothing particularly offensive. I’ve only just learned Incendio from Professor Hecat during a private study session today actually.” Beatrice didn’t so much as hesitate when she took the first step down before Sebastian could even caution her, “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? We might still be able to catch the lunch hour after this, but you might have classes.” She’d asked as she waited for Sebastian to follow her.

As if additional assignments and now private study sessions with their Professors weren’t enough, Sebastian guiltily thought he was actually the one keeping Beatrice from enjoying having time for herself, wasn’t he? “Turns out my little act of ‘heroism’ yesterday didn’t go unwarranted, and I’ve been given time off from any studies today. I was hoping it was the same for your case?”

“As I’ve a lot to catch on, unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Hence why Professor Fig advised me to seek out Professor Hecat this morning. And you shouldn’t consider yesterday as a small feat, I wouldn’t have gotten out of there unscathed without you.” Sebastian felt his ears heat up at her words, thankful for the dimness that surrounded them. Before he could relish in Beatrice’s sweet smile however, the scant sunlight coming through the still open doorway was swiftly taken out as the door slammed shut with a heavy thump, drowning the both of them in the musty damp scent that encapsulated the place.

“Well, nowhere to go but further down into these depths, I suppose.” Beatrice’s humorous tone was the only thing keeping Sebastian from stubbornly wanting to lead the way. He just had to remain vigilant for the girl’s sake then, holding a hand out over her head as they crouched pass a fallen beam in the corridor.

“Oof!” Sebastian steadied himself as he almost bumped into Beatrice the further they went in, thinking of teasing her if she’d changed her mind in continuing their little excursion, it was only then did he notice her tense posture as she held her arm up sideways to keep him from taking a step further.

“Devil’s Snare. Thrives in darkness but sulks in the sun.” Beatrice mumbled almost to herself as Sebastian observed that the only thing keeping the deadly vines from crawling towards them was the little bit of sunlight spilling through the collapsed overhead they’d just passed. This really was starting to look more like an errand than anything else…

“Lumos!” Beatrice had casted, already a step ahead of Sebastian before he could even huff out and make her see reason, making his main objective now was to ensure they both got out of here relatively unharmed as he also casted the Wand-Lighting Charm and followed her further into the eerie corridor— the sounds of the vines slithering away from their light almost looking like snakes in the shadows.

It wasn’t until Sebastian had just hoisted himself over a fallen wooden beam after his companion did he notice her quickly turn right and head up a set of stairs— “Beatrice!”

“I’ll be quick! Surely these stairs must lead somewhere…” Her muffled voice echoed back to him, but just as he was about to crouch past the beam almost blocking the stairs’ entryway, Sebastian heard a series of ‘Incendio’ being casted, making him look up just moments before he could stop Beatrice from jumping over the crumbled landing.

“Good, gods!” Sebastian exclaimed, feeling as if his heart jumped into his throat as he continued to watch Beatrice lean over something.

“I saw this… chest glowing, amidst the dark…” He’d heard her say.

“Surely whatever you’d find there wouldn’t be anything use—” His words were interrupted as he’d heard her gasp, “What is it?? Did something dangerous come out from that chest???” Sebastian felt his worry grow the longer they spent in this hidden corridor.

“I might be able to use this… It looks like it’s been enchanted not to gather dust or some sort…” Beatrice held something up from where she stood, inching closer to the crumbled landing.

“Beatrice, don’t move!” Sebastian caught her full attention then, a quizzical look on her face as she held onto whatever it was she found in that chest, “Let me levitate you down from there, alright?” Despite her look of uncertainty, the moment she nodded her consent, Sebastian made quick work to cast a combination of the Levitation and Summoning Charm smoothly. Her outstretched hands grasped onto his shoulders once she got closer, which had Sebastian steadying her until she found her footing, making him suddenly aware of her sweet scent as they stood alone in the musty corridor.

“Well, that’s one way to use those set of spells outside of Crossed Wands then.” Beatrice said in amusement, the glow from her Lumos highlighting her smile, “Speaking of sets, look at these clothes that I just found!”

Sebastian had been quite engrossed with having Beatrice this close to him that when she’d mentioned the set of clothes she had over her arm, he was loath to admit that he missed her warmth the second she stepped away from him, “That does look quite the ensemble.” He’d cleared his throat in nonchalant observation, not wanting to admit that the way he’d gripped his wand wasn’t because of how he’d just held Beatrice by her waist.

“It does look a bit fancy, but I won’t complain about a spare change of clothes outside of our school uniform after, well… not having most them arrive…” She’d trailed off, folding the aristocratic pieces of fabric into her robe before they continued further into the corridor. Of course, Sebastian empathized with how Beatrice survived a dragon attack, he just had to keep his mind from wandering anywhere else as the faint scent of berries that surrounded her seemed to have ingrained itself into his senses.

And just as they’d reached the end of the corridor leading to the only entryway on their left, Beatrice then stopped and stared at a seemingly blocked cavern straight ahead. Oh no, she isn’t thinking of—

“Incendio!” Beatrice had blasted at the blocks of wood and debris strong enough to ignite a forgotten torch, burning away tendrils of the deadly vine that surrounded where it hang by a post. “Seems the Devil’s Snare is protecting another chest of some kind…” Sebastian had yet to follow where Beatrice laid her sights on as his eyes remained rooted on the water between them and her coveted prize— more specifically, the writhing dark mass beneath that made the otherwise demonic plant, look absolutely diabolical underwater.

“Now, hang on for just a moment—” He started as Beatrice neared towards the water’s edge, “I was hoping Accio might help?”

“It won’t work. That chest looks heavy to force towards you, and with whatever Summoning spell you used in Hogsmeade, I doubt you’d want to risk anything of value that might be inside there.” Sebastian countered, not wanting to focus too much on how Beatrice bit on her lip in thought as he then proceeded to hand her his school robe, coat and vest.

“What in heaven’s— Sebastian—!” It was too dim to tell if Beatrice was blushing as he’d folded the cuffs of his shirt sleeves over his forearms, before he casted at the remaining unlit torches he’d spotted on the surrounding posts overlooking the water, “I’ll get it for you.”

Opting to keep his shoes on against whatever other things he might step on beneath the surface, it was too late for Sebastian to remember to brace himself against the cold of the water that reached up unto his shoulders. Despite that, he gritted his now slightly chattering teeth and trudged on, arm held up above his head as his wand illuminated the short stretch across.

The ice cold air that welcomed him once he surfaced was far worst though, forcing a cough out of him as he quickly made sure to clean out the chest’s contents— not bothering to assess it long enough— before he was back to treading across the water, comforted by the sight of Beatrice anxiously looking towards him whilst she had her arm stretched out over the water’s edge, the light from her wand almost like a beacon that guided his way back.

Before Sebastian had a chance to worry about looking like a soaked Crup puppy in front of Beatrice, the moment he finally surfaced, he was immediately met by a strong gust of warm air. Thankfully, it seems Beatrice was already familiar with the Hot Air Charm that made him quickly dry off before she’d hurriedly handed him his pieces of uniform, “Honestly Sebastian, that was reckless of you.” She’d grumbled, surprising him as she quickly righted his tie and assisted in buttoning up his vest the moment he put in on.

“Speak for yourself.” He couldn’t help but cheekily retort back, his smile freezing on his face as her intense green gaze looked up at him in clear defiance, “Did you at least find something you can use?”

“I— I went in and got it for you, you should wear it, here.” Sebastian almost stuttered as he proceeded to hand her the piece of fabric he’d found in the chest. With Beatrice’s gaze now pulled from him, he tried to calm himself by focusing on righting his sleeves and pulling his coat on— thinking that maybe prolonged exposure in her presence was starting to befuddle his mind.

“It’s a fine jumper, Sebastian. I think this would look great on you!” She’d exclaimed, holding it out close to him with both arms.

“Just because it’s mainly in my House colors and looks absolutely Scottish?” He shot her a teasing glance as he combed through his hair, trying to put a bit of semblance back to it.

“Well, you might need it for your next trip to Hogsmeade?” She was right though; Sebastian wasn’t quite fond of the mostly threadbare clothing his uncle would just usually hand him. “An otherwise uneventful trip to Hogsmeade, I hope?” He caved, gently taking the piece of clothing from her hands as he tucked it under his arm.

“I do suppose I owe you a Butterbeer for the trouble I caused you the first time we were there.” The sweet smile she flashed his way sent his heart racing for reasons other than the fact that they now ventured through a corridor infested with the Devil’s Snare— their footfalls creaking on the wooden floorboards as even the vines that hang from the ceiling slithered away from their wands’ light— before Sebastian caught sight of what they had been looking for from the start.

“I imagine a piece of that enormous Venomous Tentacula would be enough for Duncan to prove his bravery.” Before Sebastian could voice out his own opinion about her Housemate though, Beatrice then asked, “It’s the stationary type of the plant, isn’t it?” They quietly stopped by the poisonous plant, making sure to keep away from its two gaping huge mouths.

“Doesn’t make it any less dangerous.” Sebastian replied in a hush, rapidly thinking of ways to distract it for them to get closer when— “What are the chances they’d go for Lacewing Flies?” Beatrice had asked, already procuring a bottle from her robes.

“I read these plants mostly prefer Chizpurfles, but those are worth a try— better flies than our fingers in their mouths. Or worse.”

They watched in bated breath as the faint glow from the insects flew closer towards the Venomous Tentacula, and as soon as each mouth clamped shut around a cluster, Beatrice had quickly but quietly plucked away a huge leaf near its trunk, wisely backing away with her gaze still trained on the plant in case it would retaliate.

“I suppose now would be a best time than any to find our way out of here?” Sebastian felt the tension he’d been holding slowly subside as his shoulders relaxed.

“I couldn’t agree more, but not before getting at least a couple Galleons richer.” He’d followed her gaze then to the two slightly shining stacks of coins left on the table behind them, “You don’t suppose anyone would still come looking for them, would you?” Her gaze seemed to glimmer with mischief back at him, a corner of his lip twitching into a smile as he pocketed his share of Galleons— no matter how dusty, currency was still currency.

“I think it’s safe to suppose not, and I garner that ladder there might just lead us back to the school’s Greenhouses.” Sebastian nodded towards a darkened alcove filled with hanging pots, the tip of his wand’s light barely showing a silhouette of its rails leading up, “Go on, ladies first.” He couldn’t help urging Beatrice to a safer setting, still wary of the enormous poisonous plant that lay before them, though the next hurdle he had to face was focusing to keep his head down and away from Beatrice’s skirt as she started to climb up the aforementioned ladder.

“Would you happen to be free this weekend?” He honestly hadn’t known what had made him blurt out that question all of a sudden, as he waited by the ladder’s base.

“It depends really, if I’m not given any additional private lessons or assignments even during the weekend.” Sebastian heard her grunt a moment, pushing at the opening above the ladder, before a flood of sunlight had him squinting, “Why do you ask?” She asked a moment later as only her head peaked over from above, waiting for him to follow.

“I— It’s nothing, really…” He second-guessed himself in asking her, making his way up the ladder before he was greeted by her expectant smile once he had climbed out, “I… was actually wondering what you’d say to another trip to Hogsmeade this weekend?” He finally chose to ask.

“Not letting our extra Galleons line our pockets for much longer, are we?” She grinned back at him as he closed the trapdoor beneath them, anxiously waiting for her reply, “No matter the case, I’d surely make time for it, don’t worry.”

“It’s a date then! Like uhm, a study date— You know, where you can ask me any questions you may have about catching up…” Sebastian forced himself to stop then, before he could further turn into a blubbering mess.

“I’d love that, actually. Thank you, Sebastian, you’ve been helping me a lot.” Beatrice had smiled at him sweetly, and there it was again, his feeling his heart skip a beat at seeing the faint blush that dusted her cheeks. “Now how about getting this leaf to Duncan first before a quick lunch at the Great Hall and everything else?”

Sebastian wasn’t quite sure then if he’d have just nodded in complete agreement to anything Beatrice had to say at the moment, though he was all too aware of the grin that split his face as he followed after her, as he looked forward to the weekend.

next chapter ⤜⤏

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So sorry to ask this if you've had a similar question before, but my mom's been watching lots of owl videos online and talked about wanting a pet owl. Any counterarguments or sources I can give her besides "They are literally raptors and their claws will slice you in ribbons"?

As I have said in many instances on this blog when rating videos, pet owls will always be unethical to the owl. If you love owls, you will not get a pet owl. End of story. They are incredibly solitary and independent nocturnal animals with extremely sensitive ears. An owl may LOOK “happy” in a video on the internet if you don’t know how to read their body language, but if an owl is being touched it is not going to be having a good time. The standard response an owl gives when it is distressed but cannot escape a situation is to just shut down completely and dissociate. This results in a condition known as learned helplessness, wherein the owl will continue to adopt that dissociative and catatonic state any time it is messed with by humans because it has learned that it cannot stop the interaction and shouldn’t waste energy trying. This happens even with an owl that is raised from the egg, owls do NOT want to be petted and kept in the house with other people and pets. An owl can only be content in captivity if given a large outdoor mews and only interacted with at the owl’s leisure. That interaction may be passing the owl a dead mouse or if you’re lucky the owl may deign to perch on your glove. The owl must never be petted if you want a positive relationship with it. And any protest must be respected. This is obviously Not ideal for most people who want owls because they don’t want to simply look without ever touching. You can look through my “rated: not cute” tag for breakdowns on some of the more popular videos with pet owls and what red flags I saw in them.

Ultimately, if the comfort of the animal and its wellbeing isn’t enough convincing, you can point out that a large owl can break every bone in your hand with one grab. Or the fact that once an owl grabs you, it can hold on indefinitely due to its ratchet-like tendons, and any move to get away will only make the grip lock tighter. The fact that an owl that is feeling territorial will aim for your eyes and that there is no real way to prevent an owl from being territorial. The fact you have to keep dead mice, rats, quail, etc. in the freezer, thaw them out in a cup of warm water, feed them to the owl, and then pick up the leftover guts and pieces the owl doesn’t eat. Owls also have a special gland to release especially foul smelling feces when they’re menaced in some way. It is not easy to clean.

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Was Not The Hero

Summary of story:

He lost…

Many years of planning and sacrifices for nothing.

He has failed to eliminate the dangers that his fellow humans may face in the future…

Now he’s back home after living centuries in a wicked world full of monsters, yet he has not realized he was the monster of Boiling Isles all along.

Note:

(Yes, a Philip redemption story. Well... is it redemption? Up to you guys along the way I guess. And a bit reality check for him. More information about this story in the notes section.)

Chapter 1

He felt as if he had been in a daze of darkness for a long time…

He felt completely exhausted and weak.

There were moments when Philip became aware, and his instincts took over to keep him safe… to keep him alive…

He wasn’t sure how long it had been since his failed attempt to destroy the Boiling Isles and its wicker inhabitants, but he knew that days had passed since he returned home.

Home…

Despite the walls falling apart, with old newspapers and garbage scattered across the cracked, stained, wooden floors, he recognized it as his own. The place he hadn’t seen for many centuries. The very one that he was born in and grew up with his brother…

He had thought that upon returning home, he would feel something reminiscent of joy or sadness, but instead, he felt empty.

Completely empty…

His glowing blue eyes gazed at the living room, barely lit up by the moon, for a few more minutes before he turned to the worn-out couch, then to the darkened chimney, and finally to the stairs across from him. All he saw were fragments of a past long forgotten.

He tried to stand up but collapsed instead.

Slowly, he raised his right hand, revealing a long, thin, brown limb with very long fingers. He lifted his left arm, which looked the same but mostly green.

He looked down at himself and saw that his frame was sickly, green, brown, and sludgy looking.  

His hands went to his face and instantly could feel exposed teeth, confirming his suspicion that he was in his cursed form. Well, half the usual size, which explains why he didn’t take so much space in the living room.

He tried to curse under his breath, but instead a growl made its way from his mouth.

If he could, he would have frowned at the sound he just made. Unfortunately, his mouth was in such a state that it couldn’t make any human expressions.

He tried speaking again, and again, and only the sounds grunts and growls kept coming out.

Panic began to eat him up, but he took slow, deep breaths to calm his nerves.

He mentally told himself that he would be okay. There was no way he would be stuck in this grotesque form, unable to speak properly. He reminded himself he was still recovering from the Collector’s attack.

But then he wondered, how was he recovering?

Earth had no magic.

Perhaps the magic form the countless talismans he had absorbed was still affecting him.

Magic…

His mind went back to the Boiling Isles.

Oh, he was honestly enraged at what happened to his plans to destroy the wicked island and its people. For Christ’s sake, he had lived for centuries and worked so hard for everything to fall apart.

Years of suffering and sacrifice to protect humanity, and he had failed…

And all thanks to a human girl.

A human girl who had been bewitched by those foul creatures of the Boiling Isles, just like his brother…

Luz and her friends somehow freed the Collector who had stopped the draining spell…The witches and demons continue to live… even if they were now stuck with the Collector in the Boiling Isles.

He could hope with the Collector in the Boiling Isles, there was no way any of the witches or demons would come to Earth, but he felt a feeling it was of no use.

They will somehow come to Earth and infect human society.

If only he had taken more decisive actions against Luz and her friends. He could have gone out to the owl house and killed Luz and that blasted witch of hers himself. He could have done it. He could have killed them easily in their sleep and no one would have known it was him.

He was a fool… that was what he was… so stupid to have shrugged her off simply because she was human.

Yes, he wanted to help her get back home - after all, she was from Earth - but the mercy he gave her was his undoing. A huge mistake on his part.

He shook his head from the frustration that was gradually building up.

‘Let’s go eat dinner, Philip!’

An ancient memory flashed through his mind as he stared at the stairs. He could see a young boy with short blonde hair running downstairs.

No…

Something deep inside of him twisted painfully, which made him quickly turn to the door as his heart raced.

He had to get out of there now.

He yanked the door open so he could dash out of the house, but something struck his chest before wires latched around his limbs, crushing them against his body.

Suddenly he let out a screech of agony as countless bolts shocked through him.

“I got him!” someone yelled out as Philip struggled against his restraints, he felt he was burning alive.

He stumbled back before he felt the world turn sideways. His body hit the ground hard. The electric shocks from whatever was binding him stopped and left him panting heavily, and in pain.

“Hurry, before it’s too late!” another voice called out, both sounded feminine.

Philip did his best to stay conscious, but unfortunately, his weakened form did not last long before he was met with darkness again. 

And yeah, it's me, Nisroc Chico. I'm kind 'new' to tumblr. Just going to post up my owl house fan fiction here and probably going to write some poems and other writing stuff here too. (Warning, I'm not that great of a writer, hahaha, but I am learning.)

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I posted 6,992 times in 2022

That's 3,995 more posts than 2021!

375 posts created (5%)

6,617 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,707 of my posts in 2022

#trollhunters - 951 posts

#stricklake - 153 posts

#our flag means death - 114 posts

#hunter x hunter - 103 posts

#walter strickler - 62 posts

#encanto - 54 posts

#politics - 53 posts

#the owl house - 48 posts

#arcane league of legends - 46 posts

#goncharov - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#also on a more practical note her lifespan is a blip compared to his and my dude is gonna need money to survive the next few thousand years

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#5

@xdeusxmachinax okay, but Strickler and his former students though???

The impression the show gives us is that despite everything, Strickler is a good teacher and he's trusted/respected by his students. And this guy has been a teacher at Arcadia Oaks High for years; he's helped shepherd hundreds of kids from freshman year to graduation, and he's bound to have made an impression on more than a few.

How sweet would it be for some of his former students to reach out to him after the whole changeling thing comes out? Kids he hasn't heard from in ten or fifteen years send him emails or letters letting him know how much his support and guidance meant to them during high school and that what he looks like on the outside doesn't change the amazing person he is on the inside.

Now they say this not knowing what he's really like on the inside of course. They only knew Mr. Strickler, never Stricklander. But the sentiment is still touching, and it does reassure him that losing his human form doesn't mean he's lost all the relationships he fostered in it.

129 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#4

Midnight Burger lured me in with eccentric space romps so it could punch me in the gut and leave me teary-eyed and questioning my place in the universe at the end of every episode.

131 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

When the existence of the supernatural is revealed to the world, Roxanne Ritchi is determined to get the scoop. The citizens of Arcadia are distrustful of the media, but there's one person Roxanne thinks she can win over. After all, they've got some pretty unusual things in common.

Or: Roxanne and Barbara therapy session over relationships founded on lies, navigating your world when it's been changed forever, and the quirks (and delights) of monster boyfriends.

132 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

I am now back on Freaky Friday AU.

Jim has a delightful realization after landing in Strickler's body: Strickler is super freaking strong. Which is weird because he doesn't look like he should be, but after a day or so Jim realizes there's a sense of...potential in Strickler's movements. One that requires a series of rigorous scientific tests:

Can I bend this fork? Yup.

Can I punch a dent into a tree? Yup! But, ow.

Can I lift this heavy rock? Yup.

Can I throw this heavy rock? Yup!

Can I lift a car?! Yup--well, the frontend at least. But now Strickler's pissed and he's yelling at me about wrecking his body and his suspension so maybe I'll stop.

And when he's in troll form? Forget it. He gains a sobering appreciation for the opponents he's up against. If Strickler can do all of this, imagine what Draal, or Bular or, Gunmar must be capable of.

And that comes with a realization of its own: Strickler has always been capable of this. At any time since learning the truth he could have hurt Jim--badly. And that's just physically; poking around in Strickler's stuff, and hearing the colorful stories associated with what he finds, reveals that Strickler's got a lot of ways to kill people, and most of them wouldn't leave a trace of foul play behind.

So now Jim's upset because Strickler's been holding back on him this whole time. And he's not sure what makes him angrier: the idea that Strickler doesn't take him seriously as an opponent, or the knowledge that Strickler is going out of his way to avoid hurting or killing him, which means he does care about him--just not enough to be on his side.

160 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Concept: Freaky Friday with Jim and Strickler, only instead of being worried about preserving their personal/professional standings they each need to figure out how to keep the other from getting killed before they can switch back.

269 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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our old dead grass was never much but we've made the most welcome home- radical face

Dead Old Grass- Chapter One

When She Knew

Hermione Granger could not remember when she stopped seeing Draco Malfoy as a foul little cockroach who only enjoyed making her life a misery. She could not remember when she started taking note of when Gryffindor was playing against Slytherin during quidditch and started watching him during the games instead of Harry and Ron. She could not remember when she started calling him Draco and not Malfoy. She could not remember when she began defending Slytherins because they can not help what house they are sorted into, nor can they help who they are related to, and so are associated with some people with horrid reputations. She could not remember when she began seeking out Theo and Draco and Pansy and Blaise in crowds. She could not remember when she started liking Draco Malfoy.

It was in class when Hermione came to the horrifying realisation her feelings toward Malfoy had shifted. Slughorn had started a lesson on Amortentia. A love potion, he described, as incapable of creating true love, but only an extreme obsession or infatuation. But, if you smelled the potion, it would smell like the person you most desire. 

For the longest time, it was assumed Hermione would likely end up with Ron. The two best friends of the Boy Who Lived. And Hermione surely was not about to date Harry. He was like a brother to her. Although, Ron was different. He never felt like a brother, and she had a crush on him when they were younger. He, however, lacked any emotional intelligence and was incapable of understanding her feelings when she was upset. Especially so when they had first met, but he had gotten slightly better. Possibly thanks to Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Possibly thanks to all the nagging by Hermione. She grew comfortable around him and the idea of him. She knew she wanted to be with Ron and Harry until they were old and watching cars and trees grow on their porch. So rationally, she assumed her feelings toward Ron were consistent with a crush. Up until Slughorn’s class. 

No, instead of thinking of Ronald Weasley with the notes of parchment and mowed grass, Hermione thought of Draco Malfoy. She thought of sneaking glances at him while in his practice uniform. The spilled ink on tables in the library. The sweets he would get from the owls at the dining tables. Late nights where she would catch him glaring at her in the library and wanting to change how he felt. She thought of his face and how tired he looked as of late. She thought of his arm. And it was in that class she knew she was fucked. 

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Books, children’s stories and comics in the WW

There’s much more than just school text books in the Wizarding World, so as logical it is to assume that muggle borns read popular muggle fairytales during their childhood, it’s equally logical to think the same about magically raised children! And adults ( we known how those witches piled up for Lockharts autograph in Diagon Alley lol )

Here’s a list of wizarding books that are not Hogwarts textbooks

Children’s stories:

Tales of Beedle the Bard - book containing many wizarding fairytales. Stories in the book: The Tale of the Three Brothers‘ ; ‘The Fountain of Fair Fortune‘ ; ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart‘ ; ‘The Wizard and the Hopping Pot‘ ; ‘Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump‘. As Ron says his mother read the book to him when he was young.

Toadstool Tales - a series of adaptations of other works, written by Beatrix Bloxam. They contained soppy, "sanitised" versions of other works, including The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which was Mrs Bloxam's way of purifying them so as to preserve children's innocence. The book is universally loathed by wizarding children

Comics:

Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle - Ron liked these comics a lot since he had a stash of them in his bedroom

Loony Nonby v.s. Cornish Pixie - read by Dean and Harry

Fiction:

Enchanted Encounters- a series of books written by the author Fifi LaFolle

Sports:

Beaters' Bible - by Brutus Scrimgeour

Beating the Bludgers - A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch - by Kennilworthy Whisp

Flying with the Cannons

Noble Sport of Warlocks - by Quintius Umfraville

Official Guide to the Quidditch World Cup

Quidditch Through the Ages - Kennilworthy Whisp

Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland

Wonder of Wigtown Wanderers - by Kennilworthy Whisp

A Snitch in Time

Numerology:

New Theory of Numerology

Astrology:

Atlas of Celestial Anomalies - M. P. N. Carneirus

Magical Creatures:

Aquatic Wonders of Yorkshire: A Wizard's Field Guide

Bestiarium Magicum

Children's Anthology of Monsters - Newton Scamander

Dreadful Denizens of the Deep

Enclopedia of Bat Eyes

Hoax and Dreams - Laura Thorn

House-Elves & Self-Hatred

Little People, Big Plans - Ragnok the Pigeon-Toed

Lizard's Claws From Africa

Magical Creatures (book)

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs - Dylan Marwood

Most Macabre Monstrosities

Newts of Bognor - Walter Aragon

Owl Breeds

Why I Didn't Die When the Augurey Cried - Gulliver Pokeby

Which Owl? - Miranda Goshawk

You & Your Owl

Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit

Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland

From Egg to Inferno: a Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much

A Dragon-Keeper's Guide

Book on Hippogriff-baiting

Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality

Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - Eldred Worple

Vampire's Monologue - Amarillo Lestoat

Hairy Snout, Human Heart - anonymous author

Hunting Werewolves

Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don't Deserve to Live - Emerett Picardy

Herbology:

Encyclopedia of Toadstools

Good Gardens Guide 1990

Goshawk's Guide to Herbology - Miranda Goshawk

Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs - Hadrian Whittle

Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties

Shrubs & Trees for the Garden - Arthur Osborn

Sub-Aquatic Botanical Mysteries

Wanderings of a Tree in the Alps

Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants - Selina Sapworthy

Charms and spells:

Book of Charms & Spells, The

Achievements in Charming

Charms for attraction - Griselda Gogh

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Cheering Charms

Extreme Incantations - Violeta Stitch

Chadwick's Charms: Volumes I - VII - Chadwick Boot

Advanced Charm Casting - Eulalie Hicks

Abracadabra: An A-Z of Spooky Spells

Ancient thieves' text

Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed

Charms of Defence and Deterrence - Catullus Spangle

Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions

Confronting the Faceless

Curses and Counter-Curses - Vindictus Viridian

Dark Arts Outsmarted

Guide to Advanced Occlumency

Jinxes for the Jinxed

Practical Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook

Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts

Self-Defensive Spellwork

Evelyn Starling's duelling book

Updated Counter-Curse Handbook (Second Revised Edition)

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Magick Moste Evile - Godelot

Secrets of the Darkest Art - Owle Bullock

Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration

Transformation Through the Ages

Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks

Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Spell journall - Miranda Goshawk (spell journal only)

Book of Charms & Spells

Book of Spells - Miranda Goshawk

Easy Spells to Fool Muggles

Gilded-covered spellbook

Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus - Brian Gagwilde

Slytherin's Spellbook - Salazar Slytherin

Alchemy:

Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science - Argo Pyrites

Alchemical duodecimo

Potions:

A Humble Guide for Potion Brewing You Cannot Live Without - Blossom Degrasse

Asiatic Anti-Venoms - Libatius Borage

Book of Potions - Zygmunt Budge

Have Yourself a Fiesta in a Bottle! - Libatius Borage

Moste Potente Potions

Potion Opuscule - Arsenius Jigger

Spell potions - Tim

Love Potions - Salamander

Cooking and housecare:

Charm Your Own Cheese - Greta Catchlove (revised edition by Gerda Curd)

Cooking the Muggle Way - Mordicus Egg

Enchantment in Baking

Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests - Gilderoy Lockhart

One Minute Feasts - It's Magic!

Practical Household Magic - Zamira Gulch

Divination:

Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul

Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming

Omens, Oracles & the Goat - Bathilda Bagshot

Oracle of Palombo - Bathilda Bagshot

Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks

The Predictions of Tycho Dodonus

Xylomancy - Selina Sapworthy

Education:

Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe

Preferred Preface for Perfect Prefects

Revision guides:

Cram It!: How to Soar on Your O.W.L.s

W.O.M.B.A.T. Revision Guide

Magical health:

Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions

Healer's Helpmate - H. Pollingtonious

Healing at Home with Herbs - Phyllida Spore

Biographies/autobiographies:

Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Uric the Oddball - Radolphus Pittiman

Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Demob - Rita Skeeter

He Flew Like a Madman - Kennilworthy Whisp

Horticultural History of the Blackwood Maze

Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - Rita Skeeter

Magical Me - Gilderoy Lockhart

My Life as a Muggle - Daisy Hookum

My Life as a Squib - Angus Buchanan

Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? - Rita Skeeter

Biography of Harry Potter - Rita Skeeter

Historical magic:

Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms

Guide to Medieval Sorcery

Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes - E. Limus

Decline of Pagan Magic - Bathilda Bagshot

Historical wizards and witches:

Famous Fire-Eaters

Fifteenth-Century Fiends

Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century

Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

Notable Magical Names of Our Time

Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts

Prefects Who Gained Power

Historical magical things, places and events:

Big Foot's Last Stand - Ortiz O'Flaherty

Dominating Dementors: A True History of Azkaban

Impenetrable Azkaban: The Hidden Prison to Escape in the World

Hogwarts: A History - Bathilda Bagshot

One Hundred Historical Sites from the Second Wizarding War

Perambulation of Kent

Scars of Salem: Essays on the Witch Trials of 1692 - Carlos Eduardos

Scourers and the Creation of MACUSA - Theophilus Abbot

Sites of Historical Sorcery

Triwizard Tragedies

Contemporary history:

Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century

Important Modern Magical Discoveries

Modern Magical History

Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry

Magical self-help:

Cast-a-Spell handbook

Learn Magic Fast with Kwikspell

Powers You Never Knew You Had and What To Do With Them Now You've Wised Up

Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won't Commit

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches

Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions

Where There's a Wand, There's a Way

Wizards Are from Neptune, Witches Are from Saturn - Irsis Pius

Living With Legilimens: Choose Your Mind Wisely

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy - Franciscus Fieldwake

Ancient Runes and Magical Theory:

Advanced Rune Translation - Yuri Blishen

Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms

Magical Theory - Adalbert Waffling

Manual M39h-z

Магичен Теория

Rune Dictionary

Spellman's Syllabary

Muggle Studies:

Moronic Muggles

The Muggle Conspiracy -Sinistra Lowe

Muggles Who Notice - Blenheim Stalk

The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why the Muggles Prefer Not to Know - Mordicus Egg

Quaint Muggle Machinery

When Muggles Attack - Barrett Fay

Transportation:

Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare

Fully Illustrated History of the Flying Carpet

Law:

Ancient Law

Dark Arts: A Legal Companion, The

Intricacies of Rappaport's Law, The

‎Extraordinary Trials in History

Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Part-Humans

‎Illegal Compendium 198

‎Law and Literature

Legal Loopholes & Leprechauns

Legal Rules for Roving Sprites

Laws of Conduct When Dealing With Muggles‎

Legal Guidelines for the Manufacture of Magical Apparatus

Legislative Guide to the Proper Use of Magic

‎Magical Misdemeanours in the Modern Law

‎Magical Moral Perspective

‎Unforgivable Curses and their Legal Implications

Muggle 'Law & Order' - Complete Guide

Other books:

Animal Ghosts of Britain - Mopsy Fleabert

En Ful Flicka - Så Tuktas En Modedocka - Signe Björnberg

First Love, First Loss - Amorette Deneuve

Flap of the Cape - Abigail R. Cankus

Gateway to the Far Stars

Invisible Book of Invisibility

Mudbloods and How to Spot Them - Barrett Fay

Pure-Blood Directory

Skrifter af Knos

Study into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter - by Bertrand de Pensées-Profondes

Who Am I? - Gilderoy Lockhart