#wampus cat hair

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Pet Headcanons

[In no particular order]

Aggro is a black persian cat with yellow-golden eyes

Wampus is a short-haired white cat with orange tabby spots

Ivan had a green and gray conure growing up

Asher won a goldfish at a fair once and killed it by trying to feed it bacon bits

Marie spoils Aggro like she would a human grandchild

Sam had an old cattle dog he had to leave behind in Mont Blanc

Anton has a soft spot for senior animals and has adopted several throughout his life

David grew up with a basset hound but it died not long after Gabe did

Ollie's parents have a crusty-eyed white dog

Aaron has always wanted a rottweiler but has never had the time to actually take care of one

Elliot has a bearded dragon

Caelum once made a list of reasons Gavin and Freelancer should adopt a puppy because he wanted a reason to come visit them more

Camelopardalis loves snakes but doesn't like feeding them mice, so he's never had one of his own

Sam grew up raising chickens and always named them so he could refer to them all respectfully

Vincent has never had a pet but he spent a decent chunk of his childhood and adolescence visiting and volunteering at animal shelters

Geordi had a terrarium of insects that were very well taken care of

Lasko got a puppy for his birthday once but his mom got mad at him and took it to the pound a few weeks later

Huxeley's moms feed the deer in their yard every day and some of them still recognize Hux when he comes to visit

Damien had a hampster in middle school - he refuses to give details on what happened to it

Guy's family has what can only be described as an army of golden retrievers

Marcus had a gecko that would just lay on his shoulder while he went about his day

[nioumin-draw]

Facts about Lorelei Sanders ( HPMA) #1 :

•Lorelei been sorted in Gryffindor house, if she were in ilvermony she would be sorted to Wampus or Thunderbird

•she live to Nothing hill with her family

•When she spent her summer vacation to Uganda her family for visit her mother's family side , the thing she loves most is doing Safari.

• she used to have some muggle "friends" before Hogwarts , after she go to Hogwarts she told them she been accepted to a boarding school. She tried to sent them some letters but they never write her back but she haven't been upset because she knew it will happen and she have new true friends now.

•her patronus is a lioness

•the most happiest memory she remember for creat her patronus is : when she met the Holyhead Harpies atvher first quidditch game.

• Robyn Thistlethwaite became her best friends during Hogwarts because of their love for quidditch and she also have a bond for Daniel Page and consider him as a precious friend, she is always worry about him and protect him if it's necessary.

•At first the first sight she found William Lee too immature and is annoyed by him and his shenanigans but appreciates his kindness towards animals and his optimistic and funny personality and you'll never find a better dance partner than him , people wondering how that could work between them XD 🤣.

•During the 3 first year she had long curly hairs and cut them for year 4

• her cat , Comoros ( Named from a African région) is a present from her parents for her first year to Hogwarts.

•She realize she fell in love with William Lee at the end of year 2 and in year 4 the became officially a couple.

• she can't stand Cassandra Vole but is always ready to help her.

•Fischer Frey have a crush for her but she rejected him all time.

• according to William Lee , she smell Vanilla and coconut, probably because of hair care cream.

• Because of a misunderstanding with William she was a bit jealous of Abigail Grey ( who had a crush on him ) but after a explanation they become great friends

• She play quidditch as chaser with Liam Whitlock-Kim @chirithy564 at year 2 and became seeker at year 4

•William and her first date was supposed to be in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade but it finally end to The three broomsticks because it was to Pink for them XD and a butterbeer sound better than tea 🍻.

•she a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies.

•she is inspired from the actress and Singer Zendaya.

• she is very proud of her father despite the fact he is a squib and would punch anybody who say trash about him.

• She is Aries 🐏♈

• her favorite flowers are begonias , tulip 🌷 and flowering plant.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Day 17 - Nekomata

Race: Beast

Alignment: Neutral

April 12th, 2024

Ferocious felines are a commonplace story in fiction- Whether it be the Matagot of French fairytale, the Wampus cat from Cherokee myth, or the Cat-Síth of Scottish folklore, many a cat has become a cornerstone of popular mythology. However, none are as famous, or perhaps infamous, as the yōkai pair, Bakoneko and Nekomata.

Based primarily in the mountainous regions of Japan, though some are domestic, Nekomata are twin-tailed cats that are perceived as ferocious monsters while out in the wilds, yet kind and loving long-living pets when domesticated. Nekomata purportedly had very long shelf-lives, so to speak, typically growing very old, and as each year goes on, their tail would grow in length. This is actually due to a reason for why they come to be, as it was commonly believed that, when a normal cat grew old enough, its tail would split, and it would become a Nekomata. As Arai Hakuseki put it, "Old cats become 'nekomata' and bewilder people."

This is a borrowed observation from Tony4You, but commonly, people inflicted with a so-called Nekomata disease from the mountainous variety of these mystical cats likely began to suffer from rabies instead, and the erratic, almost unnatural behavior of the cats within the mountains was likely as a result of them being rabid as well. Nekomata likely had a very real and natural explanation, as unfortunate as rabies can be.

In terms of the SMT series, Nekomata is a very common early-game demon, typically specializing in physical and force skills. This likely is related to the commonplace depictions of Nekomata lashing out physically within the mountains, as well as their wise ways possibly giving way to an understanding of magic. The depiction in the series is rather faithful visually, with my personal favorite version being far more unique with a humanoid shape and brown, long hair, alongside a furry coat and black tights. It looks like something that I would personally wear, honestly. My main question with the design is, where are the two tails? The double tails are the main thing separating Nekomata from Bakeneko, yet they appear absent in the SMT design.

Despite that, Nekomata are a rather strange bit of folklore with a very real explanation, and they have one of the most iconic and cute designs in the series, earning a favorite spot from me.

[humonculuss]

Finished painting of my sphinx sona, Laurel.

This time with wavy red Oni hair as an alternate look~

She is in the Legendary category of Haint*. *(org. Gullah: spirit/ghost/demon)

She's a Wampus Cat, Sphinx type.

A six-legged version of the black panther cryptid of Appalachia.

[elizabethplaid]

evening notes - dec 19, 2024

TL;DR summary

Still not wearing pants; taking time to rest

Helped dad put away groceries, which barely fit

Rewarded with empty boxes

Cleaned part of my bathroom, put boxes to use

Texted LL-K about scarf measurement

Dug out more yarn; might make a new pumpkin?

Dad will deliver holiday treats tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday

I know I'm long-winded. You get a summary, because I love you.

Another day of sensory issues means most of the day was spent laying down. Dad went grocery shopping by himself today, and he brought back a ton of stuff. I helped put away as much as I could, but I got light-headed.

There was just so much food. Dad stocks up when he goes shopping, because it's such a long drive to these stores. (Military and wholesale discounts, plus better prices in the city, versus rural area stores.)

He brought me more empty product-display boxes from BJ's (a wholesale store like Costco), which included one big enough to hold 3 loaf-shaped cats side-by-side. One seemed like a generic "tray" size. Like for boxes of printer paper, it'd be the same size as the lid for that. A friend gave us a similar box that her canning jars came in.

Once I got upstairs, I had about 20 minutes of ambition and cleaned off one shelf and the the under-the-sink cabinet. The shelves were made with scrap wood to cover some pipes in the back corner, so they are very long and narrow. Basically, they're a pain to use for storage, because things get lost in the back. So I put my most-used items in a long basket (just the right size, too!) and wiped out the dust bunnies.

I combined some things into the same boxes, then threw out the empty ones. A variety pack of bandaids, with only the tiny ones remaining, got combined with the another open box of bandaids. Two sizes of tampons into the same box; same with pads.

The "lavatory library" was set aside. It's mostly magazines with pretty pictures and my dream-symbol dictionary. Wiped out the dust bunnies and trash under the sink. Found a washcloth I forgot about? Found another good hair clip, one of the bigger ones. Most of mine broke over time, and the only ones I can find now are smaller.

Since I wiped everything with a damp sponge, I'm letting it air dry before I reload it and close the cabinet doors. Boxes and books are in the hallway, but I don't think the cats will disturb anything. Wampus might steal some plastic? Moscow is keeping guard, in the big box. ===========

Texted LL-K (library lady K) about her scarf. She said she'll text me back about the measurements later tonight.

To keep myself from adding more to the scarf, I dug into my yarn stash in the living room. There's some pale pink baby yarn that I'm thinking of making into pumpkins, maybe with a cable knit. It's been more than a year since my last pumpkin. (There's still some that never got stuffed, haha.)

While dinner was in the oven, I worked to separate a double-stranded yarn. It's a "fun fur" or "eyelash" novelty yarn, but it has this funky rainbow pom-pom as the other strand. It looks like clown pox; I hate it. Separately, it might make a cute trim or a fun accent to a plush. Not really knit together with something else, maybe just woven between stitches. =====

Checked in with phone-friend tonight. They're cool with skipping holiday gifts. I went on a mushy tangent about how our friendship means more than gifts - that my heart already overflows and I don't feel the need to ask for more. It's true, but the brain fog is the bigger hurdle.

We're skipping our call this week, so they can spend time with family. I think my brain will be in better shape by next weekend. I'm in a good place with everything else. Plus, I'm having fun browsing through the videos my friend recommended to me last week. =====

My brain-word capacity is running low, but I want to make note of ideas for future discussions - whether here on tumblr or with my friend or my counselor.

Different levels of goals I'd like to meet this upcoming year, like tasks or returning to the library.

Something about my long hair?

Revisiting long-abandoned organization tasks

(Counseling) Comparing and contrasting current and past me

Clearing drafts on here and my side blogs

I also need to back up my computer files again. Probably need to cull some files, too. God knows I don't label files with appropriate names.

[esbenandall]

This is Amy, randomized OC of day #35. He's a Harry Potter OC, technically my first Harry Potter OC if you don't count my persona.

Amy has an ENTP personality type, and a Kit Fox patronus, which is the sketchy blue thing beside his feet. He's in Ravenclaw, his second year, and most enjoys his astronomy classes. He's pure blood, tall, (I haven't decided exactly what height yet), and has a pet ferret (I wish I had had time to draw the ferret).

Moving on to his wand it's made of Rowan wood, 14 inches long with a swishy flexibility and veela hair & wampus cat hair core. It also has a elegant swirl design on the handle colored blue.

[chaotic-starlight24]

The Appalachian 4

Me and my friend @wise-wolfie are co-authoring this together! So here is...

CHAPTER 2

Word count: 1.3k

Emmy-Lou and Natalia (pronounced Na-tall-ya) walked into the downtown area. Not that their town was a bustling metro or anything. On their main street was a department store, a candy shop, an abandoned movie theater, and at the very end of the road was the library. The building was actually quite large for such a small town. It was nestled in the undergrowth, covered in winding vines and moss. Natalia was friends with the librarians so the duo thought maybe they would know something about the Appalachian legends. Or at least details or sightings. Emmy-Lou creaked open the door. Now compared to the outside, it was incredibly nice on the inside. Not quite an architectural masterpiece but it was kept-up. At the desk was a teen with scruffy black hair and headphones in. Just staring into space.

“Sorry, Ems. Mrs. Yarly would probably know everything about the legends. I forgot it was Nathaniel’s shift.” Natalia sighed.

Emmy-Lou shrugged, “He might still know something?”

“Alright, I’ll talk to him. You go search for some books on it.”

Emmy saluted and strided off to look. Natalia then made her way up to the desk.

“NATHANIEL THOMPSON!”Natlia shouted, slamming her hands onto the surface.

Nathaniel yelped and fell backwards with a thud.

“What the heck, du-oh it’s you.”

“What do you mean “Oh It’S yOu” I feel offended by your tone.” 

“Nevermind… What do you need.”

“Do frogs have bones?”

Nathaniel gave her a glare. She always liked to ask strange questions to bother him.

“Probably, what do you actually need?” He responded, annoyance tinging his voice.

Natalia scanned the library, “Have you ever gotten attacked by a 6 legged creature? Or like… walked into a ring to h-e double hockey sticks?”

“Are you serious? That is your question? Those are just legends you know…” He tore a hand through his hair.  

Natalia shrugged and began to walk off, “Well, if you're going to use that attitude then I’ll just leave without telling you what we’re doing.”

“Just don’t get killed, ok.” Nathaniel called out.

Emmy-Lou emerged from the depths of the library with a giant stack of books. Way more than they probably needed. This was going to take forever. Natalia slid the books onto a wide table close to the front desk. Then flipped the first page open.

“Hey, those books won’t give you the answers you probably need.” Nathaniel relented, “I guess I can help.”

Natalia had realized that as soon as she discovered that Emmy had grabbed any book that had “Appalachian” on the cover. Something told her they weren’t going to need anything about Gatlinburg: Guide to the Tennessee part of the Appalachians. 

Nathaniel began to flip through the pile of books, “So what are you looking for?”

“Anything on the creatures of the Appalachians.” Emmy-Lou answered.

“Like this kind of creature?” Nathaniel inquired, holding up a birdwatching book.

“No!” Natalia explained, “Like the ones of legend obviously!”

Nathaniel nodded and skimmed through the book covers. He worked quickly, throwing out those that they didn’t need. Eventually he had come up with a neat pile of 10 or so books.

“Thanks so much! That saved us a lot of time.”

He shrugged and returned to the front desk. Right then another girl with white-blonde hair burst in.

“Charlie!” Natalia exclaimed.

A boy who looked similar to Nathaniel followed her in as well.

“Nash…” Natalia mumbled.

“What are you guys doing?” Charlie questioned.

“Oh, just studying the legends of the Appalachians.”

Nash raised an eyebrow, “You really think those are real?”

“Hey! They might be! You never know.” Nathaniel argued.

“You were arguing with us a few minutes ago, don’t even.”

The duo began to bicker over the topic. Charlie sighed with a roll of her eyes and took a seat next to Emmy-Lou and looked into one of the books. Chuckling to herself when she came upon the Wampus cat.

“Six legs, a lot harder to get around then!” She said between fits of giggles.

“Yep, but they still move fast.” Natalia warned, “Now, why are you here?”

“Well, I was helping referee a soccer game and it finished. Then I realized I had a library book that I needed to turn in and Nash just happened to be hanging around the bleachers since there was no Track & Field. So we headed here.” 

Natalia acknowledged the response and went back to work glancing through the books. In the background they could hear the brothers arguing louder and louder over something stupid.

“You know this is a library right?!”

Nathaniel and Nash stopped and looked at her.

“...Yes?”

“Then respectfully, shut up!”

Emmy-Lou then burst out laughing while flipping through the creature profiles.

“These creatures may be scary, but they don’t exactly have creative names.”

“Lemme see!”

Natalia took the book from her hands and also started laughing.

“The Not-deer? Wonder how long it took to come up with that!”

“Well, I for one wouldn’t want to run into one of those.” Nathaniel grimaced, looking over her shoulder.

“I think I saw those digging through our trash cans.” Nash nonchalantly announced. 

Emmy-Lou went rigid. Natalia did agree with Nathaniel on his statement. No one wanted to greet the Appalachians mountains and their mysteries at midnight. 

Emmy-Lou shook her head, “We best not psych ourselves out before we go out there.”

“You-You’re not going alone are you?!” Nathaniel clammored.

The group did have to admit, it was kind of stupid.

“You can’t do that! You will actually die!” Charlie agreed.

Nash shook his head as well, “We can’t have “attacked by the Not-Deer” written on your gravestone. Or like, have a gravestone at all.”

Emmy-Lou rolled her eyes, “I know. But we need to know more about what is going on in the mountains.”

“Well, you’re in the mountains. Boom, research done.” Nathaniel retorted.

Zoiee then paraded in, “SALUTATIONS YOUNG FE-”

Everyone gave her a look.

“This is a bad time. I can come back later?”

Natalia sighed and leaned back into her chair. Maybe they were making a bad decision. And if she died then Charlie and Nathaniel and all her friends would probably kill her again. What were they going to do?

“Here, I’ll make you deal.” Nathaniel exhaled, “How about, we all go with you too.”

“HEY! I’M NOT GETTING SACRIFICED!” Nash refused.

Charlie smacked him across the head.

Natalia objected, “Nash is right, I don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

“I know you care about us. But what is the worst that could happen?” Charlie answered.

“Yeah! What’s the worst that could happen? Death?” Nathaniel smiled.

Of course only he would say something like that.

Natalia groaned, “Fine! Fine. I agree to your conditions.”

Emmy-Lou gave her a look of are you sure? And Natalia was honestly not really sure.

Zoiee was still standing awkwardly at the door. 

“Should I get slushies for all of us? Might cool our brains a bit?”

“Yeah, go ahead. And grab Lil. She needs to hear this too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zoiee was right. They all needed the break. And sugar. While they were slurping the cool liquid down Emmy filled Lillian in.

“Wait a second. Isn’t Emmy the one deciding on what we do. She is the one who sort of devised this whole expedition in the first place!”

Emmy-Lou took a deep breath in, “I know, I know. But Natalia just sort of took the lead.”

“Sorry, I did get a bit into it.”

“Nah, it’s all good. But I think if we are going to be a team we should, you know, decide as a team.”

Everyone made different sounds of agreement. Finally.

“Ok, if you vote for the original expedition, me, Natalia, Lillian, and Zoiee, go into the woods raise your hands.”

Only Natalia and Nash raised their hands. Which earned Nash a kick from Charlie.

“And if you vote for Nathaniel, Nash, and Charlie to join us, raise your hands.”

Everyone else raised them.

“Well that settles it. It’s time to prepare for it.”

[official-ilvermorny]

do u wizards use the wand cores- tizheruk scale, qualapik cord, waheguru heartstring, swooping evil skin, north american rainbow puffer heartstring, jobberknoll wing, moke scale, golem skin?

I'm sure those have been used in some wand somewhere, but the more common I've seen are thunderbird feather, snallygaster heartstring, jackalope antler, rougarou hair, wampus cat whisker, unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather.

~Selwyn

[umbrellacleanupduty]

[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.

Usually Lijah lets time and nature dry his hair because it's not a single person job. In this case he is fresh out of a decontamination after cleaning out some recently vacated containment cell, but needs to be able to help clean the vents in cold storage. Lijah passes the task to Petrov when his arms are too tired to continue.

He's not sure if it's surprising that the Russian is actually really good at this task.

"I've got two more towels at the ready and one to wrap it in when it's dry enough. We'll need them." He closes his eyes and wonders if he would be purring if he were a cat. Probably. He hums softly, "I bet the Wampus cat purrs. Probably didn't need to be towelled off though; they're short haired, I think."

[dadzxwa]

Wand kind of want to you have?

"I have an acacia, wampus cat hair core wand. Eleven inches, rigid. It's an heirloom wand actually, I'm lucky it bonded with me the way it did."

[janushawkins]

American Wand Cores: The Big Four (Canon)

While in Britain the “big three” are nearly the only wand cores seen, the american “big four” are more accurately the most powerful and often held in highest regard, but they are not even remotely the only cores used.

Horned Serpent Horn

An exceptionally powerful core, horned serpent wands are quite rare, and unheard of outside the american continents. Horned Serpents themselves are quite diverse, but may usually be grouped into either saltwater or freshwater serpents.

Horned serpent wands of any variety are very powerful in all areas of magic, they have a knack for magics to do with water and perform especially well in transfiguration and divination. 

Horned serpent wands are capable of warning their owners of danger by emitting a low musical tone. They are also unique in the behavior between twin cores, if two wands of horned serpent horns from the same serpent work together for a singular goal (often in combat) their power is increased exponentially.

Rather like the Ilvermorny house named after the creature, horned serpent wands prefer owners who are intelligent and quick-witted. However, their preferred owners are not bookish scholars who stay shut in a library all day, but rather creative and innovative individuals who enjoy exercising their mind and putting things they learn into practice. Absorbing information like a sponge, these wixes brilliant in subjects they find interesting and above average in those they don’t. They are constantly thinking. Wixes chosen by these wands are absolutely brilliant and fiercely independent.

The type of horned serpent has some bearing over what they look for in an owner as well. Horned Serpent horn wands from a salt-water horned serpent are playful in nature, and look for owners who share that lighthearted playfulness, these are extremely imaginative, spirited and outspoken wixes.

Fresh-water horns, on the other hand, seek owners who are pragmatic, secretive and a bit slow to trust. These wixes are often very cunning and patient.

Horned serpent wands are sensitive to Parseltongue and vibrate when it is being spoken. It is possible they favor owners capable of speaking in parseltongue.

“I like to keep a special eye on students who are chosen by these wands. I keep track, in a notepad in my desk drawer--right next to my paints and emergency bertie botts--of what individuals have wands from the same horned serpent, and watch patiently for the day when they discover the peculiar connection of their twin wands. Interestingly, if they do not already know each other, it seems they always naturally gravitate towards one another, becoming incredibly close and often becoming the best of friends or incredibly close partners.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Thunderbird Tail Feather

One of the most powerful cores available, Thunderbird feather’s are somewhat rare, and make for mighty wands with power and range rivaling that of the british Phoenix feather wands.

Thunderbird feather core wands are incredibly powerful in most if not all areas of magic, and are especially good for transfiguration magics and any magic to do with weather, air and travel. Owners may have an exceptional talent for flying.

As powerful as these wands can be, Thunderbird feather wands are uniquely difficult to master, perhaps retaining the original creatures independent nature. However, once mastered they bond with their owner for life, and their allegiance is almost certain to never change.

Like  Thunderbirds themselves, these wands can sense danger and may preemptively cast curses to protect themselves and their owner, acting independently.

It is very rare to be chosen by a thunderbird wand, even most of those that match up to the cores preferences aren’t chosen, these wands wait for someone truly extraordinary, with the potential for greatness. Thunderbird feather wands seek owners with an adventurous spirit, as extraordinarily free and independent as the creature they came from. These wixes are natural travelers and loath having to stay put, always aching to explore the next horizon. Daring, adventurous and curious, they refuse to hold still or conform to any stifling rulesets. With the soul of a wanderer and the skills to seek the unknown, these individuals were born to run.

“When I say they’re picky, I mean it. I’ve gone 3 years in a row without a single thunderbird feather wand choosing a student, I’ve still got over half my original stalk! But when a student is chosen by one of these wands, I know they are destined for truly great things, those kids will see the world over and make a huge impact on it. I also know their restlessness is going to give the teachers hell.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Wampus Cat Hair

Though a very powerful core, wampus hair wands are rather uncommon due to the incredible difficulty and danger of procuring the hairs. 

Wampus wands are quite powerful. They are renowned for their flexibility, becoming very strong in any forms of magic their owner favors. This core is also very good with magics to do with the mind, especially legilimency, and it can produce mind altering effects both dazzling and horrifying. 

Enchantments and charms created by wands with this core are known to be very long-lasting.

Wixese chosen by this core are often bold and always enigmatic. Possessing a somewhat nebulous view of good and evil, these individuals reject simple dichotomies of light and dark. However, this does not mean that they are evil or without conscience. Rather, they prefer a more complex morality that bases right and wrong on cause and effect rather than convention and idealism. Because of this they are more willing than others to use dark magic. They are also often fiercely protective of those they have accepted on their own, using any means necessary to defend what they hold dear.

Dripping charisma, these wixes have an intense presence, able to grip the attention of any room they enter. They have an air of unpredictability, as they fluctuate between decisions and emotions based on feedback from their environment. Constantly adapting to the current situation.

Wixes chosen by Wampus hair wands also tend to be incredibly resilient, able to survive more than most.  There is a trend of some level of magic-resistance in these wixes, It is unknown whether this is a pre-existing trait or one gained by bonding with a wand with this core.

“Just how a student chosen by a wampus hair wand will turn out is, ironically, black or white. While it is true that their complex and adaptable morality does not necessarily lead them down a dark path, I have seen many wixes chosen by a wampus hair wand become truly evil individuals. There are, however, a great many who have become heroes and healers, genuinely good people. One thing is absolutely certain, Owners of wands with a wampus hair core will always, ALWAYS go on to do great things, whether good or bad they will always be extraordinarily powerful, very likely passing into legend.” - January Hawkins, Resident Wandmaker, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Snallygaster Heartstring

A somewhat fickle wand core whose tendency towards change can make it difficult to master, Snallygaster Heartstrings are nonetheless the most powerful of the four major wand cores in North America, and have been highly prized in the american wizarding community. 

However, Snallygasters are not as plentiful a species as dragons, and the fact that taking this wand core requires killing one is causing a decline in their numbers, and as consequence a decline in snallygaster wands. There have been petitions to have this core banned in order to protect the species and many young wixes have taken a disliking to it.

Similar to Europe's dragon heartstring wands, wands with this core create some of the most dazzling and powerful spells. They can be considered a jack of all trades, as they perform admirably in every area of magic. It also excels at combat magics, and offensive spells often pack quite a punch. This wand does seem to be easier to turn to the dark arts.

For some reason, the visuals of spells cast with wands with this core are heightened. Light’s are brighter, colors are more intense and flashes are more erratic. These wands are also often incredibly sturdy for the wood they use, and almost impossible to break, no matter their flexibility.

Owners of wands with this core should have a firm hand to temper the wands fickle nature. This wand’s preferred owners are driven, ambitious and often focused on uncovering hidden truths. With unbreakable resolve and a deep curiosity, these wixes are natural born investigators, almost unstoppable in their pursuit of truth. 

This core suffers no fools, and refuses to work for individuals it sees as dim, lazy or lacking in sufficient drive. Wixes it chooses are often wise and animated, but if something doesn’t effectively capture their attention they will grow bored quickly and become restless, wishing to be anywhere else but where they are. 

These wixes are superb spellcasters who take very little time to master new magics, but this gift is more often attributed to being a natural with magic than an excellent study. It can seem that they were born with a wand in their hands.

“Even I’m growing uncomfortable with this core, I’ve been considering refusing shipments of it, or even snallygaster wands donated by other wandmakers… maybe the feather? It wouldn’t be as power-... but… we wouldn’t need to kill any… Um… So this is the last one we’re talking about today? I can just go now? Great, I’m gonna go find some… uh… I’m gonna try something-- bye!” - January Hawkins (he just started rambling about feathers and disaperated, wtf is with this guy?)

[the-wampus-cat]

Burgundy

[marshfiend]

Fearsome Critters

Agropelter, a beast that amuses itself by hurling twigs and tree branches at passersby.

Axehandle hound, a beast that reputedly subsists on axe-handles left unattended, mentioned in Jorge Luis Borges' Book of Imaginary Beings.

Ball-tailed cat, a feline similar to a mountain lion, except with a long tail with a bulbous end used for striking its prey.

Bigfoot is an alleged ape/human-like hybrid creature of North American folklore. Cactus cat, a feline of the American Southwest with hair-like thorns that intoxicates itself by the consumption of cactus water.

Dungavenhooter, a crocodile creature with no mouth and huge nostrils. The creature uses its tail to pound loggers into a gaseous vapor, which it then inhales for sustenance.

Glawackus, an animal resembling a mixture of a lion, boar, or bear.

Gumberoo, a rare, hairless bear-like creature with nearly invulnerable skin. The animal's hide repels anything fired at it. Fire causes the gumberoo to combust in a massive explosion.

Hidebehind, an animal that seizes loggers and devours them. The animal was said to be so swift that it could hide behind the nearest tree before being seen.

Hodag, a creature of the Wisconsin swamps possessing horns and spines.

Hugag, an animal similar to a moose, with stiff, jointless legs, and a large upper lip preventing it from grazing or lying down.

Jackalope, a jackrabbit with the antlers of an antelope or deer.

Jersey Devil, a predatory creature that inhabits the pine forests of Southern New Jersey. The creature is often described as winged and bipedal, and sometimes connected to witchcraft and devil worship.

Sidehill gouger, an animal legged for hillsides having legs on one side taller than the other, thus always having to travel on hillsides.

Splintercat, a legendary cat of the Pacific Northwest that uses its incredible speed and stiff forehead to smash into large trees, knocking the branches off and withering the trunks.

Squonk, an animal which, saddened by its deformed countenance, cries incessantly and even dissolves into tears if seen.

Teakettler, a small variety of vermin that makes a noise like a teakettle.

Wampus cat, a large phantom panther that varies widely in appearance.

Whirling Whimpus, a gorilla-like monster with large arms and horse-like hooves, with the ability to spin around into a small tornado to catch prey, similar to Taz of Looney Tunes fame.

Belled buzzard, a vulture with a bell affixed to it. The ringing of which is cited as an omen of disaster.

Gillygaloo bird, a bird that lays square eggs, so they do not roll.

Goofus bird, a backwards-flying bird that builds its nest upside down.

Fur-bearing trout, a species of trout that grows a thick fur coat for warmth in cold climates.

Hoop snake, a snake that bites its tail to enable it to roll like a wheel.

Joint snake, a snake that can reassemble itself after being cut to pieces or break apart when hit with something.

Snallygaster, a bird/reptile-like hybrid beast said to inhabit the hills surrounding Washington and Frederick Counties of Maryland

Snow snake, a snake that is active only during winter months.

-Wikipedia

[elizabethplaid]

midday notes - June 5, 2024

It's 11am and 84F degrees outside. I think I woke around 10?, after going back to bed after 6am. Earlier, when I was playing on my phone, Moscow was spread out in front of the fan. I didn't realize how warm it is, because I was so comfy.

Talk about chores and self-care below the cut. Coping nicely, but I still like to type out my thoughts.

Gathered trash upstairs and rounded up the TP tubes from the hall and the stairs. 20 tubes total, but there are more in the living room. The trash was def an obstacle for my mental health. Here's to hoping the next step will naturally progress after the sun goes down tonight.

Downstairs, I grabbed a bottle of water to sip on, along with a soda refill and light snacks. Put the last of my portable drinks in the fridge. (Flavored sparkling water, in this case.) Will snack after I finish the water; saving soda for snacking*. Will also inquire about the cooler, to store drinks by my bed.

Checked Wampus in the living room, before returning upstairs. She was in my spot on the couch, able to see me in the kitchen. I turned on the fan and pointed it at her. The window was open, even had a breeze, but it was def too warm for a long hair cat. I expected her to be in the basement or laying on a cool floor somewhere. Nah, she was cuddled next to my nest of blankets.

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I'm typing this on my phone, which still feels like a novelty. I just KNEW it'd be that much harder for me to leave my bed if I had tumblr on my phone. Hence my resistance.

On the other hand, not getting up in between my short bits of sleep has been helpful. Like I said, I just need hydration, and then things will be better.

To think that it's only been a year since "baby's first cell phone". This past year has been an incredible journey of testing my limits, finding new limits. And yeah, I am experiencing the blow-back of finding one, at the moment. But like... I feel so loved and supported that I don't mind. Very grateful, practicing patience, trying not to rush myself.

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*John (oak23) mentioned cutting out flavored drinks helped affect the changes in his eating habits that he wanted to see. I have also seen in some non-American shows that people only drink water with their meals, which helps them from over eating? I forget the exact explanation.

It's something about how a flavored drink leaves some of the flavor after you sip it. Still feeling it, you are inclined to refresh that sensation. So you keep seeking out those happy flavor signals.

By drinking plain water, you help flush out the flavor from your mouth, so you don't get the temptation to keep seeking those signals. Not quite the same, but I think the collective association of mint with toothpaste is a similar thing. I know mints after meals are used as a palate cleanser, at the very least. It's a signal to the brain that meal time is over.

I'm obviously not phrasing it well enough to feel confident about what I'm saying. And I don't have the stamina to hunt down source links on my phone atm.

What I was trying to say is that I'm reserving my flavored drink to help with snacks. I prefer to use plain water for just hydration. Also, water doesn't taste as nice when it warms up, but soda is fine.

Thank god I used a cut on this post. Then again, everything seems longer when it's on the phone. (That's what she said)

[vukovich]

peculiar prompts: fuck or die, but their dicks get bigger every second

A Mounting Problem

"Don't eat those." Ron came around the bend in the trail. Draco scoffed and picked several more scarlet berries, adding them to the pile in Harry's outstretched shirt.

"They're wild cherries," Harry said.

"This," Ron swept his arm out over the lush valley, "is an old wizarding land preserve." He pointed at the thorny bush. "And those are twiggenberries, not cherries."

Draco stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Are, too."

"What would you know about foraging, Malfoy? You hadn't eaten a meal outdoors until this week."

Draco scrunched his face up and mimicked Ron.

"Fine." Ron adjusted his pack and side-stepped around them. "Don't be late to the top of the rise. And don't eat those berries til you're back home. Alone."

"Yes, Father," Draco said snidely to Ron's retreating back.

Harry pretended to gag.

"Heard that!" Came Ron's voice.

--

Harry swatted a mosquito against the inside of the tent and shot Draco a triumphant grin, but Draco's attention was on the bag of berries in his lap.

"Ron said not to eat those here."

"Ron says a lot of things. I'm hungry." He crossed his outstretched legs over his sleeping bag and Harry wondered if he shouldn't hand-feed Draco.

"Someone failed to guard the camp from raccoons." Draco popped a big, glossy berry in his mouth. "And someone cost us what smelled like a wonderful crockpot of chili."

"I said I was hanging back to take a nap, and I did. I didn't know none of you latched the crockpot." Harry rolled onto his side and clicked a small lantern on. "Give me one."

Harry opened his mouth and flicked his gaze back and forth between the berries and Draco's eyes. Draco let him look like a confused fish for a few moments before selecting a berry.

They were large, for wild berries. Almost like small plums, but a bit more pointed at one end, and deep red. Draco traced it over Harry's bottom lip before shoving it in, and then followed with his fingers for good measure.

Harry grunted in surprise, but sucked Draco's fingers clean before biting into the berry. It popped open in a rush of cloyingly-sweet bubblegum, and broke against the roof of his mouth like an overripe grape. He grabbed a bottle of water from the foot of his sleeping back to dilute the overwhelming taste.

Draco smirked and shoved what had to be his fourth or fifth one into his mouth.

"You can have the rest," Harry said, capping his water and laying down.

He clicked off the light, and Draco sealed the bag and laid down next to him. Harry started drifting off almost immediately, but Draco tossed and turned.

Harry cracked an eye and was met with Draco's eyes glinting in the filtered moonlight. "Do you think they're awake?"

"Ron and Hermione?"

"No, the wampus cats. Of course Ron and Hermione."

"Probably not. I think they hiked twelve miles today. Why?"

Draco walked fingers over their sleeping bags toward Harry's chest, and then diverted southward.

"No reason..."

"They're heavy sleepers."

"Mm hm..."

Draco tugged at the drawstring on Harry's pajama bottoms. Harry bit back a smile and let him pick at the knot until Draco started muttering swear words under his breath.

Harry rolled on his back and unceremoniously shucked his pants and pajamas off, and threw his t-shirt on the pile at the foot of his sleeping bag.

He couldn't read Draco's expression, so he clicked the lantern back on. Wonderment. Draco was staring at Harry's dick in absolute wonderment. Harry was flattered, then aroused, but then mildly alarmed, because Draco just kept staring.

Harry glanced down and didn't see anything more interesting than his own erection, and still Draco watched it, and Harry watched him. But... why would he be hard already?

Harry wrapped a hand around his semi-hard dick, but his fingers only just met around it. That wasn't right.

Draco tilted his head to one side. "I think those were psychedelic berries."

"Oh, shit," Harry whispered. He worked his fist over the head of his cock, just in case this turned out to be a really good trip. "Oh... shiiiiit. How many did you eat?"

"Five?" Draco licked his lips. "Your dick looks bigger."

Harry stopped stroking. "I think it is bigger."

Harry's thumb and middle finger couldn't touch, and felt like they were actively being pushed way. The skin of his cock grew achingly tight and over-sensitive.

"Shit. What do we do?"

Draco scooted closer. "I can think of several things to do."

Panic rose a cold sweat over Harry's chest. "What should we do?"

"Again, I can think of-"

"RON!" Harry shouted.

A rustle in the other tent, followed by a groan, and "Wassit?"

Draco leaned down slowly, eyes on Harry, sneaking his mouth closer to Harry's dick and fooling no one.

"What do those berries do?" Harry shouted, then swallowed a whimper as Draco's lips spread over the head of his cock.

"The fuck you think a twiggenberry does?" Ron grumbled. An owl hooted nearby. "You didn't eat one, did you?"

"Uhm." Draco's tongue against the tight-stretched skin was already too much. "Yes."

"Guess it could be worse. You gotta get somebody to help you blow your load before your dick drains your blood supply." The owl hooted again, and it sounded rather concerned. "Doesn't work if you do it on your own."

Draco slurped enthusiastically and winked.

"Sounds like you've got it under control. And I've got ear plugs. Good thing you only ate one. G'night."

"Ron! RON!" Harry tugged Draco up by the hair. "Shit. Now what?"

Draco held Harry's gaze while he slid his tongue out and prodded Harry's dick with the tip. "Mm?"

Harry nodded and tried to relax as Draco's mouth enveloped him. He blew out a long breath and forced himself to not think about anything but the wet heat sliding over his cock. Not about dying with an enormous dick hanging out. Merlin help him if Dumbledore met him on a platform in this condition.

Draco shifted, snuck a hand in his own pajamas, and moaned around Harry's cock.

"Fuck," Harry whispered. Draco's shoulder shook as he stroked himself in time to his mouth on Harry. He moaned again, and tension build at the base of Harry's cock. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

Draco wrapped both hands around Harry's thick length, and the pressure in his hips broke, spilling into Draco's mouth. Harry's breath shuddered out as Draco slowed, swallowed, and grinned at him.

"I've got something for you." He rose up on his knees and Harry's dick gave a feeble throb at the size of the tent in Draco's pants. "Roll over, size queen."

It wasn't that Draco wasn't well-endowed. He was... fine. But Harry's tastes ran... larger. A lot larger. Like the bludger bat of a cock Draco was wrangling out of his shorts.

Draco reached into a bag, then tossed a tube of lube on Harry's pillow. That dick was so perfect Harry could have cried. And he did.

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Draco straddled Harry's thighs and plopped down, massive erection slapping against Harry's spent cock.

"Uhm... What's wrong?"

"I ate-" Harry sobbed. "-the chili."

"Okaayyyy..." Draco shook his head and waited for Harry to explain, but comprehension bloomed over Draco's face. "There were no raccoons?! Harry James Potter, you ate half a crockpot of chili and blamed raccoons?!"

Harry nodded and hid his face in the crook of his elbow.

"I HAD TO EAT BONER BERRIES FOR DINNER AND NOW YOUR VERY FUCKABLE ARSE IS FULL OF CHILI?!"

Harry nodded again. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, I am not putting my dick in that."

"I'm really, really sorry."

"I'll bet you are." He felt Draco's breath against his ear. "Sorry you're not getting your greedy little hole stretched open by this."

Draco pressed his cock along Harry's abdomen for emphasis. He ran his chin down Harry's jawline and sighed. "Wanker."

Harry moved his arms, sniffled, and snuck a kiss on Draco's nose before he sat back up. "I guess wanking, it is. I don't think I can fit it in my mouth."

Draco walked his knees up to Harry's waist and sat on his flaccid dick. Hard.

"I always had a theory that Parseltongues could unhinge their jaws like snakes."

Harry only half-heard Draco, because the dick sitting on his chest was fucking amazing. It was still Draco's, but huge. He would have gladly impaled himself on this beast of a dong, but no. The chili had smelled too damn good.

Draco flipped the cap on the lube open and emptied it out on what was rapidly becoming a third leg. Harry wrapped both hands around it, and the overlap of his fingers shrank as he watched.

He stroked, slow and steady, trying to keep a familiar routine in a very new situation. Draco's head lolled to the side, and his lips pressed against his own shoulder. Harry smiled softly and tightened his grip. Even full of dick-enhancing berries, Draco couldn't come without his lips against bare skin, even if it was his own.

Draco tilted forward, but caught himself. He wavered above Harry.

"I'm dizzy."

Harry looked up and met glassy, vacant eyes. His fingers barely met around the dick in his hands.

"Oh, shit." His mind raced. "Lay down. Lay down on me right now."

Draco fell forward, chest on Harry's face. Harry grabbed Draco's hips and pushed him down until their lips met. "Shit. Draco, stay awake."

Draco hummed against Harry's lips, and Harry stroked dick like Draco's life depended on it. Up and over the swelling head, thumbs working the underside of Draco's cock until Draco's back stiffened.

Cool lips found Harry's, and Draco whimpered, hitched, and the dick in Harry's hands throbbed. Hot rivulets flowed through his fingers, and he absently thought a cock that big should put out a whole lot more come than this.

Draco sighed into Harry's neck. "That was good."

Harry slid his hands out from between them and wiped them on Draco's arse. "That was close, is what that was."

"Mm hm."

"Are you just going to fall asleep on top of me?"

"Mm hm."

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Harry woke at dawn to a startled owl hoot, a scuffle outside his tent, and then the walls of the tent shaking violently. He popped up on his knees to look through the mesh window.

The sun was just peeking over the treetops, and Hermione stood outside, hands on their tent, hair in a tight braid, dressed for a hike already.

"Get up, losers! We're going berry-picking!"

[carewyncromwell]

“Oh, I see -- you think you’ve trapped me. Well, I hate to break it to you Death Eater scoobies -- but being ‘outnumbered’ and ‘outmatched’ are two very different things. Allow me to demonstrate.” 

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YESSS! Now that I’m feeling a bit more human again and I have some free time on my hands, I decided I would finally give my OG boy Jacob Cromwell some much needed love! (If nothing else, his birthday is coming up this February!) 

This is Jacob as an adult, complete with his long curly ponytail and his much more casual vagabond robes, at the Battle of Hogwarts, kicking some serious Death Eater tail with his two wands -- his original Aspen and Dragon Heartstring wand and a Blackthorn and Wampus Cat Hair wand he received as a present from a Navajo wizard he studied under in America while traveling abroad as a freelance Cursebreaker. Since Jacob is both ambidextrous and a dueling prodigy, he learns how to channel his magic through both of his wands one at a time as well as simultaneously, which -- as one can expect -- makes him a pretty threatening opponent on the battlefield! This book-smart, people-dumb spaceman may only be 5′7″, but woe to anyone who underestimates him for his lack of height -- he can and will beat every last Death Eater he collides with into the ground, without hesitation. (In my headcanon, it’s actually Jacob who takes out Death Eater Corban Yaxley, who ironically enough is brother-in-law to Jacob’s maternal aunt, Claire Cromwell-Yaxley.) 

The background for this is an edit of several screenshots from the Battle of Hogwarts sequence from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, put through the “sketch” filter on Lunapic. As for the accompaniment...yeah, I’m sorry, but it just perfectly reflected the expert, non-stop, bad-ass rhythm I imagined Jacob having on the battlefield, when in his element!! 🥰

Much love to all of you! Please consider liking/reblogging/commenting, and I hope you have a lovely night! 💙