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[liiilyevans]

For the unusual writer asks I would love a BTS for the newest addition to my “to-read” list, Uncharted Territory, please! 💛

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from Uncharted Territory

This was really hard to do because I have several scenes that I could consider my favorite in this fic. So I decided to go with the first one from chapter 2!

With a grimace, Angelina leaned forward. “I was thinking.” 

George raised his eyebrows. “Should I be scared?” 

Angelina used to say this to George/the twins all the time. They'd come up and tell her, 'We have an idea,' and her response was always, 'Should I be scared?' (They answer was usually most definitely.)

She rolled her eyes. “I like the name Frederick.” There was silence before she continued, George’s eyes fixed on the baby. “And I know you never suggested it, but I know that you wanted to name him after Fred. So, I thought maybe we’d put the two names together. It just felt right to me.” She bit her lip again. “As long as you know that this baby isn’t a replacement-”

This is really important to Angelina. She's been with George through his worst and having him hyperfixate on their son as a replacement for his twin would be a major regression in his healing journey. It's also something a younger, less mature George would have done.

“He could never be that, Angelina,” George interrupted, and no truer words could have been spoken. “No one could ever bring back what I felt for Fred. And . . . what I feel for him is nothing like what I felt for Fred.” 

He’d always thought of Fred has a part of himself, the other half to make him whole. They were a unit, perfectly in sync. Fred had been brash where he had been more reserved. Fred’s eyes sparkled with cruelty where George’s had glinted with a faint apology. Fred was captivated by the big picture while George focused on the intricate details. And then George had lost all that in one crushing moment that took him years to recover from. 

The contrast here is important. So many people think of Fred and George as the same person, but George knows better, knows the little things that make them completely separate people. When he was at his lowest, he would go out into the Muggle world, get drunk, and pretend to be Fred, but it never felt right. He could never quite convince himself that Fred was the one who was alive and he was in the grace. Then he always woke up feeling like shit the next morning. So George has to remember this, especially in a moment like this, and especially since they're considering the possibility of naming their son after his twin.

But this baby, he felt like something new — something so extraordinary that George didn’t even think his twin would understand if he were here. There was a fierce protectiveness in his chest, roaring like a lion. And he’d felt protective of Fred, too, but not like this. Never like this. The other part of him was overjoyed; so much joy that he thought he’d explode and confetti would rain down on Angelina and their baby. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. 

It's important here to see what exactly George feels, to see that his feelings for his son are different from those of his brother. It's also really important for him to make that distinction as well.

When he glanced back up at Angelina, she had a hard look in her eyes; pride, he thought, like when she’d won the Quidditch Cup against all odds in seventh year. She had never looked at him quite like that before. 

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks

[wickedcriminal]

The fact I've spent hours searching and haven't found a single swap AU fic where Alphonse is the Fullmetal Alchemist and Edward is a suit of armor is DISGRACEFUL must I do everything myself

[thefairyquill]

(in a slightly different intonation) t u m b l r

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[ultimate-marysue]

The Batfam and cooking

Alfred: we have so much canon info about this one. He takes pride in meeting the demands of his grandkids, but the kids sometimes just pretend to like it for his peace of mind.

Bruce: No. And I don't mean in the meme way. He's more than capable of sustaining himself and following instructions. He also chooses to subsist on those "nutritional milkshakes". Like to him is not a matter of learning how to cook, he's a chemist measuring his exact nutritional needs in a cup. It's disgusting and he shouldn't be allowed near the blender.

Barbara Gordon: not the best, not the worst. She has cooked, she will cook again. She's also not trying to make anything too fancy. She prefers take out mainly because she has (and will again in the future) burnt her food to a crisp because she got distracted with oracle stuff. A quick check while the potatoes are in the oven is a very dangerous thing.

Dick Grayson: he would love to be that guy that takes Instagramable pictures of his food. Sometimes he manages to do just that, but that's not sustainable for him. He has a few fancy recipes he likes to bring out to impress people or to feel like a responsible adult. Most of the time he's sauteing random vegetables with some rice and chicken and calling it a day. It's good, healthy and filling but is not much in the great scheme of things. I feel like he'd make really good salads too for some reason.

Cassandra Cain: she's not very good at being people. Cooking is part of that, a survival skill and not much more. She really appreciates nice food but doesn't see the point in learning herself when her time is better spent elsewhere. I can see her breaking into the other's houses to join them for dinner because she forgot to make her own.

Jason Todd: this man cooks. I don't care if the whole "Alfred's favorite" thing is a bit fanon, it's fun fanon. I think that since he is aware of how they lie to Alfred sometimes, he'd be an even better cook. He's the kind of guy to make any recipe work first try, even if he keeps workshopping it until it's perfect. He's also very neat and cleans after himself. Cooking helps him wind down after a hard night. If he messes up though he might cry.

Stephanie Brown: she took the whole "cooking is like science" and decided to be a mad scientist. Her cooking works for her because she has crazy tastes. Like she'd make a salami and Nutella sandwich and consider it her Magnum opus. She loves baking too just so she can fuck around and find out. Steph usually leaves the mess there until she needs the space to cook again. Not because she's dirty it's just that she gets so caught up in trying the final product she forgets about it. She stresses the fuck out of Jason.

Tim Drake: he's more of an utilitarian, closer to Cass. He learned a few simple recipes when he was a kid and that's all he needs. Through the years he's had to add a couple more to make it more balanced and fit his needs (first with the increase of physical activity and then the asplenia). He has a very healthy but very limited diet. He refuses to add anything else because there's no need. He already knows how to cook the things he needs and likes well, thank u very much.

Duke Thomas: this man can cook. It takes him a while to get into it, but he has great instinct for it. He's more of a "vibes only" kind of cook, which makes him an awful baker but Alfred has the sweets covered anyways. Part of his process includes picking the spices from the back of the rack that Alfred pretends don't exist. He's creative but not in as much of a messy way as Steph. And unlike her, he does have functioning taste buds so sometimes he ends up a victim of his own hubris. Most times it works out for him.

Damian Wayne Al Gul: he helps his siblings whenever he mooches food from them (because Alfred is the only one that tolerates idle hands in the kitchen). He loves Jason's cooking but he has more fun with Duke and Steph. They allow his input and suggestions which makes him feel like he's contributing. He prefers Duke though, because his success rate is higher.

[a-fantastic-time]

Al-Slime-chemist! (Open D&D RP)

Juvia had left her natural habitat in hopes of giving her people a better reputation. Slimes, Oozes, and even her own kind Plasmoids had a bad rap among more solid-folk. So she dawned a more humanoid appearance, and used what clothes and gear she had gathered from fallen adventurers to make herself seem more appropriate to what she thought sentient species would find appealing.

She made her way to the nearest capital city and applied to become an adventurer at the guild there. She had found that she had a knack for magic and postions, using her own slime as the bases for much of it. Thinking that if she made it know that slimes were more useful than just cleaning sewers, that maybe people would see them in a better light. She had gotten a letter to meet up with a potential party, and rushed to meet [your muse/muses] at the designated locations.

"HI! I am Juvia, your Al-Slime-chemist!~ Hope we can work together swimmingly."

[3dprintcess]

Spaceship Greg [AO3]

M/M, Explicit, 77k words, Taskmaster UK sci-fi AU, fandom-blind friendly.

A sci-fi space fic where Greg is a spaceship, and Alex is an escaped, drug-chemist, slave. They have a bad time, finding comfort in each other.

After decades of indentured servitude on Al Murray’s private moon, Alex has made a break for it – scrambling through a junkyard in a desperate bid for freedom. He’s terrified, bleeding, and fears a laser blast in his back at any moment, but he would never in a million years expect to literally stumble upon a half-junked spaceship from the war in need of a name, a purpose, and most of all, a friend.

He reaches out his hand, and carefully wipes away years and years of dust from the cold metal surface – feeling the engraving rippling on his fingertips. The plaque reads “Geran Republic 3Ө, Stellar Monitor Warship” There’s a date too – which seems to be the commission date – forty-three years ago.

“Can I call you Greg?”

Animated gif commissioned from the incomparable @debbie-sketch. Absolutely beautiful, such soft warm colours, and has a bit of an Iron Giant vibe! They were a delight to work with <3

[milfweirdal]

@friend-through-teenage-nights that's so cool! I love how much thought and attention he pays to these things

My favourite bit of Weird Al 27 lore is that the chemical formula for aluminium is Al and its atomic mass (number of protons and neutrons in the atomic nucleus) is 27, making Foil a stealth 27 incident.

that is a wonderful piece of information. Do you have any other favourite pieces of obscure 27 lore?

[24hrsoda]

what would be your ideal comic that was about ra's al ghul? What do YOU want to read about (and see illustrated on a page) and why?

I want to see him and Bruce team up again, but this time with Damian in the picture. They’ve teamed up or shared comics before (not necessarily teaming up on good terms but at the very least going along with one another for whatever has both of their attention) but they were mostly in older comics. I wish we could get a continuation of where Shadow War was going before Ra’s was assassinated.

I think Ra’s al Ghul attempting to fight on the side of ‘good’ and share his resources in an attempt to better himself for Damian’s sake and Damian’s future would have been sooooo interesting to see if we’d only had more time to explore it :(

Imagine the distrust Bruce would have. Imagine them having to work through that. Ra’s shows up in an attempt to help and Bruce just doesn’t trust him. Bruce tries to fight him. He keeps an eye on Ra’s at all times, unsure if this is another scheme or revenge for kicking his ass in to humility pre-Lazarus Tournament.

Meanwhile Damian is happy to have at least one of his grandfathers here. (rip alfred).

I would adore a comic arc where he puts aside his pride and offers resources or knowledge that is previously unknown to Bruce, in order to help Bruce save others, or better the lives of others, or ORRRRRR even solve a case that Bruce is really struggling with. Something that benefits Bruce because it would be meaningful. And also aid toward proving himself to Damian, because Ra’s knows “I’m sorry” is never enough for Damian to believe him. He has to show that he’s different now.

Ra’s is like 1000 years old and he was a doctor and a chemist and he knows magic. He’s gotta have something up his sleeve that Bruce doesn’t, right?

It’s the closest thing to a ‘family’ they will ever be. Ra’s knows Bruce never wants to be a part of their family but for once they’re all on the same side fighting for something. Even if Talia disagrees with these new methods, she is loyal to her father, and her father and Bruce and Damian are finally on the same page. She will no longer have to choose between love and loyalty for the time being.

And maybe it ends on a melancholy note. Ra’s reveals to Bruce that he is dying (as he was in canon), but Damian and Talia don’t know it. And Bruce is conflicted about whether he should tell them or not.

[slytherindisaster]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 – 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

Long time no see, friends! For years now, I've been talking about re-doing THE Gryffindorks Video (which I also accidentally deleted from my blog at some point, and that's a CRIME), and today is finally the day! So, without further ado, I present The Gryffindorks with a sprinkle of their beloved ladies and Sethel as their partners in crime.

Credits: Tadhg by @unfortunate-arrow, Teddy by @cursebreakerfarrier, Adelia by @thatravenpuffwitch, Roxie by @mjs-oc-corner, Selene by @lifeofkaze and Ethel by @the-al-chemist

[upennmanuscripts]

Manuscript Monday: LJS 441 - Kitāb al-Miṣbāḥ wa-nuzʹhat al-arwāḥ fī ʻilm... (Video Orientation)

Dot Porter, SIMS Curator of Digital Humanities, presents a Video Orientation to the University of Pennsylvania Library’s LJS 441, two works on alchemy copied together in different hands. The first, a 14th-century treatise based on the work of the 8th-century alchemist and chemist Jābir ibn Ḥayyān, copied in A.H. 970 (1562); the second, a pseudo-Platonic work on alchemy with commentary (tafsīr)…

[dindjarindiaries]

Takes One to Know One

summary: Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: light angst, fluff, alcohol

rating: T

word count: 2.082k

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“I’ll have whatever they’re having.” Mando’s helmet gestures to you out of the corner of your eye.

You set your cup upon the bar and chuckle as the chemist goes to work. The cantina that had been bursting with conversation has since quieted down, though the volume starts to rise once again when Mando’s relaxed posture upon the bar allows the wave of caution to pass through. Your gaze remains on your half-gloved fingers as they tap the side of your cup. “Will you even drink it?”

Mando drums his gloved fingers against the bar as he rests upon his elbow. “Take a guess.”

You turn your head to look at him with an eyebrow raised. “No.”

Mando tilts his helmet and gives the chemist a nod of thanks when they slide his drink over. He offers them the necessary credits and focuses back on you. “‘No as in you won’t guess, or no as in I won’t drink this?”

You shrug and draw a sip from your cup. “Both.”

Mando huffs and holds the cup in his gloved grasp. “Well played.”

“It’s Gamorrean ale, by the way.” You swish the liquid around the inside of your cup and keep your gaze fixed upon it. “So,” you gesture to his drink with your own, “what’s the point?”

Mando glances around the bar. “You have to earn your place here.”

You set down your drink and cross your arms, leaning your hip against the edge of the bar. “So that you could torment me about taking yet another job from underneath my nose?”

Mando sets his free hand upon his hip. “Last I checked, you were the one taking all the good work.”

You fight the urge to smile. “Then everything’s as it should be.” You look around the rest of the cantina that’s filled with the hunters you’re in constant competition with. “Though no one really wins with the fuel prices these days.”

Mando tilts his helmet at that. “Maybe if the New Republic actually decided on a currency…”

“It’s the Outer Rim, Mando.” You flash him a dubious look. “Whatever the New Republic decides yesterday, today, or tomorrow doesn’t matter out here.”

Mando heaves a sigh. “Fair enough.”

You reach for your cup and lift it up to your lips once again, using it to conceal your growing smile. “It also doesn’t help when you pilot a massive gunship that eats up fuel like a Hutt.”

Mando’s gloved thumb tucks inside his belt. “How many bounties can you fit in your ship?” When you remain silent, Mando nods at you. “That’s what I thought.”

“It's primitive.” You raise your glass to Mando in a fake toast. “I’ll give you that.”

“It’s effective.”

“And primitive.”

Mando doesn’t respond for a long moment. He considers the cup in his hand while you watch his armored shoulders rise and fall in a steady breath. “It keeps me off the grid.”

You raise your brow at him, impressed. “So, you’re admitting it?”

Mando’s visor gives you a warning look. “I’m telling you why it’s useful.”

“Because it’s so old that it stays off New Republic and Imperial radars.”

Before Mando has a chance to retaliate, someone jumps up onto a stool and yells to the entire cantina. “Hey!” The man manages to gain everyone’s attention, including yours. He keeps his drink held in one hand and wraps the other around the shoulders of a woman at his side. “I just asked her to marry me!” He lifts his cup in a joyous toast. “And she said yes!”

The cantina completes his toast and erupts into drunken cheers and applause. You shake your head despite the fact you’re smiling. You draw a sip from your drink and face Mando at the bar once again. Your cup stays between your hands as your gaze falls to the small amount that’s left inside it. “Can I pick your brain for a minute, Mando?”

Mando straightens himself and nods. “Sure.”

You glance back at the couple that’s now sharing a kiss. Your lips struggle not to form a scowl at the sight. “Do you believe in love?”

Mando’s armored chest inflates with a breath he holds there. “That’s… not what I was expecting.” His visor watches his fingers tap against his cup before he speaks again. “Do you?”

You shake your head. “No. I don’t.” Your words win Mando’s full attention back as his visor meets your gaze. “Everything is temporary, even feelings. Anger, sadness, joy, they’re all temporary.” You gesture to the couple behind you. “So is love. One day you love them, the next day you don’t.” You shrug. “It’s all the same to me. I just don’t buy into it.”

Mando nods, his visor falling to the full drink in his hand once again. He waits a beat before he responds. “Love is trust, and this isn’t a trustworthy galaxy.”

You widen your eyes as you lower your cup from your lips. “You agree with me, then?”

Mando’s helmet tilts at you as he shrugs. “It’s just not for me.”

“In that case…” you lift your cup in your hand and raise it towards him, “to being smarter than love.”

Mando huffs and lifts his cup. He toasts it against your own before you finish off your ale. With a dramatic sigh, you set your empty cup upon the bar and slap down a few extra credits.

“Well, Mando, it’s always a pleasure. Thanks for entertaining my curiosities.” You gesture towards Greef Karga’s seat across the room. “But I’ve got to take yet another good job from you.”

Mando shakes his helmet at you as you start to walk off. “Have fun with that.”

You answer him without looking back. “I will!”

Mando’s thoughts on love had only further reassured you that your own outlook was right. Love was a fallacy, something that was only dealt to earn something else in return. It could never last forever.

But maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong for once in your life.

The thought makes you smile as you force yourself to escape the arm draped over your waist. It remains motionless even as you maneuver yourself to sit upon the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off the side as you glance back to investigate. Thankfully, he’s still asleep, his mass of brown hair spread across the pillow in a way that only makes your smile grow. Your foot accidentally knocks against one of his boots beneath the bed as you stand and stretch. You take one of his shirts for both warmth and comfort on your way out of the room.

The rest of the cabin is starting to glow with the radiance of Nevarro’s dawn. With both the boys still asleep, the cabin is as peaceful as ever, giving you the space and time to dwell on your early morning thoughts and memories. It’s easy to make the usual two cups of caf without any distractions. It’s somewhat like the life you used to have, not that you would ever miss it.

You take one of the cups between your hands and walk towards the window near the front of the cabin. The sun is slow in its rising above the plains of the Nevarro lava flats and fields. You’re becoming used to this routine, waking up at a decent hour in a place you get to call your own. It’s much different from the year or two spent on a primitive ship, as well as the following years spent staying wherever they would take your credits. But those years had still been some of the best. 

And that’s what love truly is.

It’s also the skip in your heart when you hear footsteps approaching from your room. He never stays asleep for long, not without you at his side. His touch is delicate upon your back as he makes his presence known. You look up at him and beam at the way the dawn’s warmth casts his face in a warm glow and illuminates the golden flecks within his brown gaze.

“Good morning,” you greet, your voice as soft as the look you share. You lift your steaming cup to show him. “I made some caf for you.”

“I saw.” Din’s lips remain tugged up in a small smile as he lifts his hand to your chin. “Thank you.” He kisses you in a show of affection so sweet it nearly makes your knees buckle beneath you. Din holds you as if he’s aware of this, his grasp secure even as he pulls away and walks back towards the kitchen. “You left me alone.”

You turn away from the window to face him from across the room. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Din lifts his brow as he raises his cup to his lips. “I always wake up when you leave.”

You smile despite his words, watching as he enjoys his first cup of caf. You start to make your approach as your thoughts from this morning return. “Remember when you used to buy drinks at the bar and never actually drink them?”

Din leans his hips against the counter and tilts his head at you. “It was decorum.”

You stand across the counter from him, setting your caf down and resting upon your elbows. “Or was it just an excuse to talk to me?”

 Din glances away from you, his face reddening as he shrugs. “Both.”

You grin at the warmth in your chest. “Well played.”

Din’s gaze returns to you, an eyebrow lifted in suspicion. “This seems familiar.” He stands up taller and crosses his arms. “What’s on your mind?”

You start to stare at the caf that sits between your hands. “Remember when we told each other we didn’t believe in love?”

Din softens, his hands resting upon the counter as he fights to regain your attention. “I do.” He takes a deep breath and sips from his caf before continuing. “I know that I said whatever I said because of my fear of losing the connection we had.” Din huffs to himself. “I didn’t know what it was at that point, but…” he lifts his cup and toasts it towards you, “I sure as hell do now.”

You smile and reach for one of his hands, holding it upon the countertop. “I just didn’t want to get hurt. I was afraid of vulnerability.” You give his hand a squeeze. “But I think you’d already vowed to protect me even before I said those words to you.”

“I had.” Din runs his thumb over your knuckles. “But you were the one who agreed to go against the Guild to help me.”

You gesture with your head to another room inside the cabin. “I mean, Grogu was pretty convincing, too.”

Din chuckles and nods in agreement. “Yeah, you have a point.”

You give his hand a squeeze before you let it go, walking around the counter to meet Din where he stands. Your free hand presses upon his chest as you look up at him. “I guess I just want to say thank you.” You tap his chest. “For proving me wrong.”

Din lifts his hand to the side of your face. “Thank you for giving me the chance to.” He kisses you again, bringing you to a galaxy of your own for a moment that you wish you could suspend in time.

When you both pull away, you rest your head against his chest and close your eyes in content. Your voice is hushed as you speak. “I love you.” You take a deep breath. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” Din’s hand secures your head in place against him. “I love you, too.” His chin rests upon the top of your head. “And I also love how much better you look in my clothes than I do.”

You laugh at that, the warmth of his sweetness and affection rivaling that of the caf you still keep clutched in your free hand. Life may not be what you once expected, but for once in your life, it’s for the better. All it took was trusting someone who used to seem just as untrustworthy as yourself.

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Book Review: The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty

@thisisyourbrainoncomics this is for you!!

okay so we all know this is about a retired pirate captain who is now a mother

she lives on a small island and does NOT want to go out again (welllll maybe a little bit but shhhhh)

a rich woman finds her and persuades (ie blackmails) her into finding her kidnapped granddaughter

amina goes and gets the band back together! her poisoner/chemist, her first mate, and her navigator (shenanigans ensue) (they have such hysterical dynamics, that feel effortlessly established from their introductions)

oh btw she is telling this story aloud to a scribe who occasionally interjects and the audiobook handles this masterfully (i highly recommend the audiobook for reading this, i think it sets the tone perfectly as well)

also it's pretty funny, which no one told me???

there is more and more magic steadily revealed as the story goes on

there is a slight daevabad crossover for fans of the series!

there are quite a few queer characters!!

i really enjoyed the conversations around religion, i thought they were very nuanced

i don't want to say more about the plot because SPOILERS

this was a five star experience but i definitely had some issues with the book but isnt that how it goes, ive never met a perfect book lol

if you love high fantasy, you need to try this book!!

[fluffs-arts]

Been enjoying moonstone island and felt like drawing lil baby Al(chemist)

[fancyfade]

Talia al Ghul, who believes she left the world of her father and the League of Shadows behind, discovers that her father has been raising her son she believed died in infancy as an assassin. Damian al Ghul, who has never met his parents before, is baffled when he finds his mother is nothing like he expected her to be.

Things approach a ‘normal’ – as normal as anything can be under the command of Ra’s al Ghul.

Damian takes to his training with no further complaint or objections. He even seems to enjoy it, most of the time. It’s difficult sparring – of course he enjoys it.

Often times, they’ll spend the little bit of downtime Damian has in the afternoon, during which he eats snack, in his room. Talia listens to Damian explain his classes. He bemoans what he perceives as the Chemist’s insolence, explains the research he’s doing in economics, asks her questions about things he’s learning in the history of war.

He also occasionally tries playing Pokemon. Not that often – but Talia won’t press it or turn it into an obligation, she just enjoys seeing him have fun. He’s been trying to evolve an Eevee he picked up.

Sometimes, Damian asks Talia about the missions she’s worked on. She is as honest as she can be. He asks what it’s like working undercover, and she’s honest when she says it sucks. It was rewarding. It was necessary. It didn’t make it any less annoying.

Talia recognizes that these conversations are dangerous. She’s so, so tempted to just be herself here. So, so tempted to forget her mission, to act as if they’re already safe and she’s already extracted Damian from the League’s control. She has to force herself to replay her and her father's conversation. To remind herself that despite his love, she cannot trust her father.

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[endlessly-cursed]

Hello, lovelies!

I am aware that I haven't done an AW in January as usual, but due to some personal stuff, I have postponed doing it till now. But fear not, your yearly AW is back!

And this time, our youngest generation will take the lead! As usual, you don't have to participate every day, and anyone with a next gen OC (1999-2010) is welcome!

Prompts:

Day One: Favourite OC of mine – Tell me about your fave (or faves!) and why they're your fave!

Day Two: Favourite OC that isn't mine – Tell me about the OC or OCs that you don't own that you love and why!

Day Three: Favourite ship of mine – A ship or ships that you love and why!

Day Four: Favourite ship that isn't mine – Ship or ships that you love that aren't yours and why!

Day Five: Beach Day AU- Make up a mini AU of your characters on the beach! What kind of person are they? Do they go early, or late? Are they a sea lover? Are they afraid of any kind of algae...or seagulls? Tell me all about it!

Reminder to tag me in all of your creations and tag them with the #hpnextgenaw tag!!

See you in May! Don't forget to schedule your posts if you want to take part but can't due to irl stuff!

Tagging: @gaygryffindorgal @cursebreakerfarrier @legilimenace @cursedvaultss @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @that-scouse-wizard @potionboy3 @lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist @whatwouldvalerydo @cursed-herbalist @nicos-oc-hell

[whatwouldvalerydo]

The theory of blow magic - The girls get it - 7/9

Warning: minor sexual references (nothing major), swearing (but old fashion ;-) )

Too many characters to fit in a picture, which was delaying me so I said no thank you. We now enter the HPMA era.

Characters mentioned here or in passing belong to: @kc-and-co @lifeofkaze @flareshogwarts @the-al-chemist

Chatter drifted above the heads of multiple students crossing the halls of the school, left and right a subtle buzz of voices and laughter. Sturdy combat boots of the latest fashion tapped against the cold floor as Scarlett made her way to her group of friends.

“Well it’s here, just like last year for Nova.” She slapped down on the cold fountain stone a yellow stained page between Dana and Saffron.

“The curse followed you?” Saffron said, taking the page in her hand to read it “This is some very odd ritual, why would someone need sixty-nine candles, a bathtub in which to scrub for one hour in direct moon light.” Peering closer, she added “Bathtub can be replaced with a lake or any large body of water and a sponge of the finest quality in a slightly elongated oval shape?”

Dana leaned closer to her friend, inspecting the instructions further down the page “Left hand in” she angled her head to better see the fading drawing “what is that shape? Blow at a certain angle, nails not touching?” she looked up at Scarlett, sheltering her eyes from late autumn sun above them “Sounds like a fancy way of taking a bath and doing your manicure? Oh do you think the theory of blow magic is actually a spell for drying nail polish faster?”

Lowering her heart shaped sun glasses down her nose, Scarlett ran her piercing across her upper teeth “If anyone is inventing a spell for that it’s me. Sounds like a long explanation for a fancy spa day, or whatever qualified as spa back in those days. Do you think they washed properly?”

Saffron looked at them “I think, they had the same baths at school. It could be a way to blow dry your hair explained in another page that’s around school.”

Rolling her eyes, Scarlett tried to remember what the page Nova had back when she was year seven. Looking up at the school, she cursed out loud for the lack of signal “I can’t wait for this year to be over. I’m done with the old era vibe.” Sticking her tongue out she locked eyes with a professor “Not aimed at you so don’t flatter yourself.”

“Five points from Slytherin.”

“Of course. What else is new? Are you sure you still have points left to deduct or are you sabotaging future generations as well?” she yelled, several heads turning, some groaning, housemates having forsaken the chance of winning the most house points ever since she started causing chaos left and right “Well that went well.” She scoffed looking at her friends.

“What did?” Turning around to say something nasty, she only grimaced when she looked up to see Dorian “Aha you have one too.” Reaching inside of his pocket, he produced a single sheet of paper with only one line written on it “I think someone is playing a prank on me honestly.”

Handing the paper over to the girls, they looked at the line over and over again, confusion between their brows followed by realization and a fit of laughter erupting as Scarlett read out loud “Thou shall ingest a satchel of Richards.” Giving him back the paper, she nodded her head “Fancy way of saying you can suck it. Hey, while you’re here, why don’t you go ask your dad about this magic theory?”

“No thank you.” Dorian immediately dismissing the idea “Something tells me I can’t go to my father with this, he would give me detention for sure.”

Dana gave him an apologetic look, feeling in a sense sorry for him. Having a parent be a teacher at the school appeared counterproductive on even the best day.

“Sorry.” Saffron whispered as if feeling his pain and reading Dana’s mind.

“Oh yay, you have more.” A voice enthusiastically spoke from the other side of the yard, Phil jogging over to them “Can I have them?” he asked pointing at the papers.

Giving him a confused look, Scarlett asked “Why?” before she could even think about what the explanation would actually mean.

“Glad you asked” pointing a finger in her face, he smiled down at her “I want to get on top of it and finish this quest before it reaches me in my last year.” Taking the pages without even asking, he stuffed them in his school bag.

“You do know Hogwarts isn’t a fancy open world game right?” Scarlett asked. Taking a small box from his pocket he started turning the handle on its side, music playing “What is that?”

“Boss music from the latest expansion on the game we were playing.” Clearing his throat he continued “If I am to embark on this quest, I will use all my wits in order to ensure this dungeon gets completed in maximum time with all my stats intact.” The small group shared a confused look between themselves “Onwards to my group of knights. Good day to you ladies” he took a bow “And you my good sir.”

Dorian blinked watching him jog away “I…what did I just witnessed.”

“You get used to it.” Dana smiled causing Scarlett to roll her eyes.

“Do you though?”

“So what do we do about the curse now?” Saffron asked.

“We let Phil handle it. I don’t have time for this blow theory.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Dorian smiled “I still think someone is pranking me.”

“You’re not that interesting to prank Winger.” Strutting away, Scarlett left them alone, wandering inside the castle in search of more interesting activities. If anything needed blowing, it was some steam. She has had enough of the weird school she found herself in.