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@imperpetuallylost did this and it seemed like fun so i thought i would do one too

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[thecrystalquill]

A/N: The crossover continues! Last chapter of the year I think, so happy holidays and you'll hear from me soon! P.S. Hermione Granger isn’t the perfect, well-behaved goody-two-shoes everyone makes her out to be and I will die on that hill!

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Introduction Your First Year Letter

Chapter Twelve ~ A Revelation

Mail came on Monday morning, owls flying overhead dropping parcels and letters on people’s laps. Mortis stood out, as always, with his vast wingspan and long neck. Most of Slytherin House were getting used to his presence, some barely even flinched when a woosh of air knocked passed their heads, but thankfully there were still a few who startled at the sight enough to screech. It certainly boosted his ego.

(Y/N) was sat adjusting the clips in her hair when he landed on the table, dropping a small package on her plate of eggs and toast, then hunching over the table to stare menacingly at a third year nearby with a plate full of bacon and bread. She smirked as the boy whimpered at the eye-contact, holding out his sandwich with a shakey hand and trying not to scream when the vulture snatched it from his grasp.

“He’s not havin’ much,” Saoirse commented, eating a poptart from the pack her parents had sent.

Holding up the parcel, (Y/N) noticed some red smudges on the package and nodded. “I can see why.” She said, taking a knife from the table to cut the string holding the letter onto the box, showing Saoirse the stained brown paper. “He already ate.”

As usual, the envelope was charcoal with shining black wax displaying the Addams crest. With the table knife firmly in her grasp, (Y/N) sliced open the top with ease, taking out the pages to read.

She’d sent her letter on the Saturday afternoon, eager to re-tell the events of the Quidditch match, knowing her family would be interested. She hadn’t expected a reply so soon, but was glad for it all the same. This time, (Y/N) recognised her mother’s neat, swirling penmanship on the pages.

Dear (Y/N),

Thank you for the photographs – Quidditch seems absolutely marvellous. We are delighted that you had such a nice time, & Pugsley is more eager than ever to learn to fly a broom, perhaps you can teach him what you have learnt in your lessons when you return. We are so very pleased that you have made a new acquaintance, what a good influence she seems – setting fire to a teacher. We should have to meet her.

Wednesday apologises for not being able to write to you this week, but she & Pugsley were playing in the kitchen and she burnt her fingers on Grandmama’s cauldron. Though she cannot write with it, she is rather disappointed that she will have no scarring to show for it.

I hope you have been doing well with your studies & your own ambitions; your father reminds you that he will be testing your sword skills when you return in December, & Wednesday will be very disappointed if you will not be of enough challenge (in her own words, of course, darling).

We hope you enjoy your gift for this week – darling, if you had told us sooner that there was no coffee at Hogwarts we would have sent you some ages ago. How dreadful for you. I have no doubt you’ll savour it now, & do tell us when you run out next time.

Your father & I are missing you torturously, the house feels so different in your absence. We simply cannot wait to see you again.

Have a wonderful time, & do tell us of any trouble you make. Reply soon.

With love and pain,

Your mother & family. X

(Y/N) smiled at the letter as she placed it back into the envelope, then quickly began opening the small box before her. The smell of ground coffee wafted through the air as she pulled the bag out; it was strong and of good quality, but most importantly it was the instant kind; hot water was far easier to get than a coffee machine, after all. And to the side of the bag, she was pleased to find a new mug to pair with it, a polished black skin and deep red interior, a red cat’s eye decorating the front. Immediately she began looking for a teapot and sugar to put in her mug, excited to have her first coffee in months. “How long do we have until we have to be in class?” She asked to whoever would answer.

Bridget, who was sat two seats away, leaned over to answer. “Fifteen minutes,” she said, downing the rest of her pumpkin juice and reaching for her bag.

(Y/N) nodded and began mixing three spoons of coffee into the hot water she’d managed – luckily the pot had just enough left for one cup. “I guess I’ll just bring this with me then.”

The girls rushed through the chilly stone hallways towards the Transfiguration classroom, (Y/N) grasping her mug with both hands like it was the most dear thing in the world, ignoring Saoirse’s whispered giggles as she chanted ‘my precious’ over her shoulder (which Bridget didn't understand at all).

Professor McGonagall was writing on the chalkboard as they entered the classroom and took their seats, talking amongst themselves. (Y/N) spotted Hermione already sat down and waved, pleased to see the girl wave back. “Miss Addams,” McGonagall addressed her calmly, drawing a few eyes her way, “I do remember telling you all that beverages are not allowed in my classroom.” She reminded with a raised brow.

(Y/N) hesitated in her seat, then let out a deep, tortured sigh and quickly drank the last five gulps and slipped the empty mug into her bag, wishing she could have savoured it a little longer and not scalded her mouth.

(Y/N) was starting on the B’s in the Divination section of the library, piling up any books that could be useful before joining Saoirse and Rahim at a table. They had become a sort of study group, helping each other with their work. Rahim slowly started to become more comfortable around (Y/N), now that he knew she wasn’t evil or insane like some of the earlier rumours suggested. He was good at DADA and Charms, found History of Magic painfully boring, and occasionally made a joke or comment dark enough to earn a snicker from her. And he was always telling Saoirse some new and interesting fact he’d read about when he was supposed to be focusing on a different subject.

As December drew nearer, teachers had started handing out more and more homework before the holidays, and the library was always full because of it; no one wanted to fall behind and have to take any of it home.

So far, (Y/N) was enjoying most of her subjects for this term – they were all so much more interesting than anything she would have learned in a plain muggle secondary school. Herbology was proving to be incredibly interesting, all of those dangerous plants waiting to bite your hand off or poison your lungs. Perhaps she could snatch a seed or two to give her mother for Yule, a Venemous Tentacular would look spectacular in the greenhouse.

She hadn’t expected to be given written homework for flying class, though. But she supposed it made sense; brooms were a mode of transportation, after all. She had to write about the different manoeuvrers they’d learned, and how to perform them, the different positions in Quidditch, and a whole list of the rules. It was a lot of work, but if (Y/N) wanted to get a broom for her birthday she would have to do well in class.

It was just a little difficult to focus enough to get things done when her mind was set on other things.

Tapping her quill on her parchment, (Y/N) let out a sigh and rolled her neck, hearing Saoirse and Rahim talking about Charms in the background. She was just about to give up on her final paragraph when she saw a familiar head of bushy brown hair pass down the bookcase to her left. “Hermione.” She voiced, half a whisper and half a shout, seeing the girl turn around and peak her head out from the corner.

The Gryffindor approached her desk, smiling shyly with some books clutched to her chest. “Hello,” she said, looking to (Y/N)’s friends.

“Would you like to sit with us?” (Y/N) asked – if she was going to start having friends she might as well commit (she’d never had many before, so what was there to lose?). She gestured to the seat in front of her, beside Rahim who smiled at her.

“Oh,” Hermione blushed, looking a little caught off guard, “really?”

“Sure ya can,” Saoirse agreed with a grin, “we’re just studyin’.”

Hermione nodded and sat down next to the Ravenclaw, blushing at all the attention. It was then that (Y/N) figured Hermione didn’t have a lot of friends, she seemed so taken aback by the offer and flustered by the eyes on her, and like she didn’t quite know what to say. “This is Rahim and my roommate Saoirse,” she introduced, glad that Hermione was settling herself as she repeated her name back.

“We’re just working on the Charms homework,” said Rahim, letting his hair fall into his eyes – a nervous habit (Y/N) had noticed, “have you done it yet?”

Hermione nodded and pulled on her sleeve. “I was working on it earlier, but it got a bit busy in my common room so… I came here.” She nervously answered, adjusting her red and gold tie.

“None of your friends worked on it yet?” Saoirse asked innocently as she fiddled with the wrapping of a lollipop, offering one to Hermione.

Shaking her head, the brunette seemed to flush again. “No, erm, I don’t mind studying with them, but they always ask me to read over it for them and I’m starting to figure out that it’s how they make sure they’re getting the right answers.” She explained with the corner of a smile. “I just tend to work faster on my own, is all.” Then her eyes widened as she stumbled to correct herself. “N-not that I don’t want to sit with you! I do – I just meant--”

“It’s alright,” (Y/N) interrupted, dipping her black quill into her ink and continuing to write, “we get it. You can sit here whenever.” She said, looking to the others for confirmation, who nodded in agreement.

“Oh, okay.” Hermione let out a breath, taking out her own writing supplies with a more genuine smile. “Thank you.”

The four of them continued on their homeworks, occasionally asking for an answer or opinion, or starting a discussion about a relevant topic. Hermione started to come out of her shell some more, chatting nicely with the group. Before (Y/N) knew it, she was completing her last essay and finally opening one of the Divination books she’s chosen to skim: Answers in the Remains: A Study in Bone-Throwing by Matilda Marrowe.

“That’s an interesting choice,” Hermione commented, pointing to the cover with the end of her quill, “we don’t get to study Divination until Third Year, though.” She said, obviously curious about the reason for her read.

(Y/N) hesitated her answer, unsure of what to say and what to leave out. She had been keeping this whole Contact a secret, even from her family – even from Wednesday – but then again, so far she’d come up with nothing, maybe she could use some… input.

Glancing at her other two friends, seeing them distracted by an in-depth discussion on Animagi, (Y/N) decided it wouldn’t be so bad to reveal a little. “I’m… looking for something,” she began, “but I don’t know where to look, so I’m looking for some clues to give me… I don’t know, some sort of a start.”

Hermione frowned in thought, tapping her finger on her book. “Well, what are you looking for exactly?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not sure.” But she realised that her vague answers weren’t getting her any help, so she relented and leaned in close. “On Hallowe’en, I performed a séance,” she whispered, ignoring how Hermione’s eyes widened in fear, “I was supposed to make Contact with my grandparents, but I accidentally spoke to someone else.” She explained, hearing Hermione gasp. “They told me to find something, but they faded away before they could tell me what.”

Hermione seemed to ponder this for a moment, looking weary but interested nonetheless. “So, you want to figure out what the Message could mean?” She asked, biting her lip when (Y/N) simply shrugged in frustration. “Well… have you tried to… you know, get back in touch?”

(Y/N) grimaced. “Well, no. But it will be more difficult now that Hallowe’en has passed and the Veil is stronger; it was hard enough to keep a Connection before as it was. I don’t have enough experience to do it safely.”

“Well, isn’t there something else you can do? Maybe anything in the Message you could look into some more?” Hermione asked.

(Y/N) gave Hermione a suspicious look, fiddling with the pages of her notebook. “You don’t seemed to be freaked out by this.” She said bluntly, leaving an open question hanging.

“Well, as far as magic goes, I suppose séances aren’t that bad,” she said surprisingly, “there’s some old ladies down my street who do them, not that I ever thought they were really doing much. I’m sure they just have an Ouija board and talk in silly voices.”

(Y/N) laughed then, nodding at her new friend. Yes, her parents would certainly like this one. “Aren’t you full of surprises – first degree arson and now an enabler of amateur Dark Magic. Not such the teacher’s pet after all.” She grinned, making Hermione laugh and shush her.

Despite being only a year younger than (Y/N), Wednesday often seemed to have wisdom beyond her years. She was very well-read, took pride in her knowledge, and enjoyed a good mystery. For these reasons, (Y/N) knew she was her best option for advice on this little paranormal problem. Of course, it helped that she was the one person (Y/N) knew she could always be honest with.

Which was exactly why she was writing to her now.

Dear Wednesday,

I know you’ve burnt your hand and are unable to write, but please respond as soon as you are able. Something rather strange has happened and I’m not sure what to make of it, but trying to work it all out on my own has been too difficult.

Glancing to the opening journal on her desk and the scattered sketches laid over the black pages, (Y/N) twirled her quill and decided how exactly to phrase what she wanted to write.

First, please do not repeat any of this to a single soul – this is strictly our secret – not even our parents can know.

When I wrote home after Hallowe’en, I said that I had failed to Connect with our grandparents, which is true, but what I didn’t write is that I accidentally made a Connection with someone – or something – else.

(Y/N) recounted the entire evening in her letter, describing the Visions she’d had in as great details as she could. Everything from the noise she’d heard in the Dungeons to the weakness she’d felt after the séance.

She wasn’t really sure what Wednesday could do to help, or what advice she may give, but (Y/N) realised she was hitting a wall in this maze of questions. Who better to trust?

Please reply as soon as you can, anything you can give me at this point I’m sure will help.

Awaiting your reply,

(Y/N)

Sealing the letter with the red wax from her candle, (Y/N) stamped it closed and sat back, studying her sketched out Visions again. Where to begin? The charcoal figure reaching out in the dark mocked her, like it was asking ‘why can’t you figure it out?’ every time she looked at it.

The air was bitterly cold outside, but the chill clung to her comfortably. There was an old tree near the edge of the Forbidden Forest that (Y/N) had set her eye on. A tall, old holly tree with a wide trunk and sharp leaves; its red berries were plump and poisonous, a beautiful thing. A raven sat perched on one of the branches, staring down at her with watchful dark eyes, unbothered by her presence.

She was in need of the alone time, and getting out of the castle for a while would do her some good. There wasn’t anywhere close by to practice her sword skills, and she wasn’t sure if her weapon would be confiscated. The séance was one thing, but Wednesday would certainly have comments if she returned home and her swordsmanship skills had declined.

Lunging forward, (Y/N) swung her rapier from the left, slicing the bark of the twisting tree trunk as it hit. She spun in the other direction and swung out her blade again, hitting the wood with practiced accuracy. The skirt of her black coat swished out with each movement, buttoned up out of the way.

It was therapeutic, in a way, a way to take out her frustrations. The repetitive motion of hitting her target and her smooth footwork soon tamed her anger. Why couldn’t this spirit just tell her what to do? Why should she have to do it all herself? What would happen if she simply ignored the whole thing and did nothing?

Nothing good, her intuition told her. If someone had contacted her from the Beyond with a Message, ignoring it would almost certainly anger them, and who knows what may happen then?

The first snow of the season was starting to settle, a thin layer of white coating the ground, but beneath the forest trees (Y/N) was sheltered from it. It was nice; snow always brought such deep silence, a peace like no other. It was exactly the calm she needed.

What she didn’t need was an interruption.

The forest was so cloaked in silence that even the smallest snap of a twig sounded much louder than it was; (Y/N) whipped around immediately, rapier flying out in her outstretched hand.

“Merlin’s pants!” Cried the person standing at the other end of her blade, the sharp point just inches from their nose.

(Y/N) lowered her weapon and scowled. “What are you doing here?”

The boy frowned back and tightened his green scarf around his neck, still eyeing the sword warily, as if she was going to lift it up and slice at his face (he pondered that she probably would if he pushed her buttons too much). “I should ask you the same thing.” Malfoy replied, wondering how she’d managed to sneak a weapon like that into the school.

“I asked first.” (Y/N) said, gripping the hilt in her dominant hand in frustration.

Malfoy scoffed. “I’m not answering until you do.”

The nerve of this boy, (Y/N) thought. First he interrupts her peaceful afternoon in the forest, where she was supposed to be alone and away from prying eyes like his – and then he tries to bargain an explanation from her with the argument of a child!

Well, they were actually children… but the poor argument was still beneath him.

Sighing in frustration, (Y/N) relented; too tired to play his stupid games. “I’m practising.” She answered with a glare.

“Practising what?”

“Oh I’m golfing- what do you think?” She spat sarcastically, waving her blade at her side to draw his eye to it. “Now, why are you here?” She repeated in annoyance as she sheathed her sword, not feeling much like striking the tree in his judgemental presence.

He shrugged, toeing his shoe in the damp earth. “Just walking, felt like doing something I’m not supposed to.”

It probably shouldn’t have, but the answer surprised her; Draco Malfoy didn’t seem like the type to risk getting into trouble just for the sake of it. Then again, she didn’t know him very well.

The Forbidden Forest was completely out of bounds to unsupervised students, with the exception of the Care for Magical Creatures clearing just at the edge of the woods – even the faculty was advised against lone entry, for the many dangers that lurked in its endless shadows. It was exactly why it made for such a nice walk when in need of some space; so perhaps they were there for much the same reasons.

“How’d you sneak that in?” Malfoy asked after a stretch of silence, leaning against the birch tree beside him.

(Y/N) glanced down at the simple black sheath that hung at her hip and rolled her eyes. “Everyone at this school is carrying around what is potentially the most harmful weapon in existence and you’re worried about a sharp peace of metal?”

The boy’s brows furrowed as he seemed to contemplate it. “I didn’t think of it like that…”

“Of course you didn’t.” She said, it was obvious to her so far that a lot of purebloods her age hadn’t considered much of anything regarding comparisons between magic and non-magic things.

Malfoy scowled at her, though the effect was dampened by his pink nose and cheeks. He didn’t seem to have much to say in return, only moving to pull his scarf tighter around his neck to keep the chill off of his skin.

She hated that he was here; out of all of the people at Hogwarts who could have disturbed her afternoon, why did it have to be this stupid, arrogant pureblood? Honestly, she would rather have been caught by Snape. But, instead of allowing his presence to punish her and sour the atmosphere, (Y/N) decided to ignore him completely. Just because he was there, it doesn’t mean she had to talk to him, does it?

Turning her back on the boy, (Y/N) unsheathed her rapier with her head held high, listening to the sharp ssssssht that rang out as the blade glided out of its casing. She could feel his eyes on her, but refused to acknowledge him still. For a few blissful minutes, (Y/N) was able to continue her practise uninterrupted, focusing on nothing but her footwork and wrist-movements. But then Malfoy had to go and open his mouth again.

“Why do you do that?” He asked from his spot against the birch tree. She couldn’t quite tell if his tone was condescending or curious; so she decided to assume the former.

“Do what?” She replied as she lunged forward toward the holly tree, focusing on her posture.

“It seems like a pretty useless skill to me.” Said Malfoy – did everything that came out of his mouth have to be irritating?

(Y/N) huffed and gritted her teeth, slicing the bark in front of her at a forty-five degree angle and wishing it was his face. “Shows what you know. But it’s a very sophisticated sport, so I don’t expect you to understand.” She withheld a smirk. There was only one good thing about Draco Malfoy: it was so easy to get under his skin.

Malfoy bristled and stood straight, a frustrated noise escaping him. “What would you know about sophisticated sports? I play Quidditch, you know! I’m going to be on next year’s team!” He argued, his face flushing from pink to red as he pointed a finger at her.

She barely paid attention to him, knowing it would only annoy him more (oh she certainly took pleasure in annoying him). “Sure, Quidditch is a boastful sport, but that’s hardly going to be useful.” (Y/N) said, flicking her braid over her shoulder and pulling her black sleeves back over her wrists before she continued her graceful movements, her blade slicing through the air. “We Addams’ take pride in our mastery of weapons – it’s how we show our capability to protect our family. How are you going to help anyone with Quidditch? Throw a ball at the enemy?”

Malfoy was the very picture of angry; face flushed, hands curled into fists, stance stiff and upright – it was laughable, really. “No – I’m a Seeker.”

“Oh, so even less helpful, then.” (Y/N) smirked, spinning her sword at her side. “At least you can fly away.”

“I bet I can fly faster than you!” He retorted, scrambling for a victory in this losing battle of verbal chess. “How about it? I’ll race you to… to the top of Hogwarts!” Malfoy dared, pointing a gloved finger to the castle peaking through the trees.

(Y/N) glanced behind her to the pointed towers in the near distance, folding her arms. “No.”

“Because you don’t think you can?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

Malfoy laughed condescendingly. “You’re just scared.”

She glowered at him darkly, gritting her teeth. “I don’t get scared. I just have better things to do than waste my time on stupid bets.” She said, turning her back on him and deciding to head back to the school. But she still had one last blow to deliver, just to really get on his nerves. “Besides, you already lost the last bet you made on a broom – Harry Potter really owes you one, you got him noticed.”

Now that really ought to piss him off.

Taking the snow-dusted path through the forest, (Y/N) allowed herself a wicked smile at the sound of Malfoy’s anger as he groaned and kicked at the ground in frustration. He was awfully fun to toy with.

As she emerged through the trees, checking for any people nearby who could report her whereabouts, (Y/N) looked up at Hogwarts as she considered the boy’s bet; how difficult would it be to fly all the way to the top? It was certainly very high, a gradual ascent seemed like the best option, but the many towers and features of the architecture would prove to be obstacles. It was then, as she was walking down the hill, that (Y/N) noticed two things. The first was that two large towers very close to each other were almost identical. The second: they looked exactly like the snow-covered tower in her Visions from Beyond.

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I am a very normal person who gave her real life cats warrior names, and now I am being a very normal person who spends her lunch break translating them into Clanmew:

Owlberry: Huobayab. Huo (eagle owl) + bayab (blackberry/brambles). She’s a big, fluffy, mostly dark brown cat who is motherly and protective but can definitely be very prickly, so I think it fits well. Her real name is Cheesecake.

Batwhisker: Fepfr’hussk. Fepfr (long eared brown bat) + hussk (whisker). The first thing I said upon seeing him, an eight week old bundle of rage, was “Oh my GOD his EARS” so I love this. He’s a tuxedo with big ears and BIG whiskers. His real name is Junior Bacon Cheeseburger. Fun fact: nothing is legally stopping you from naming a cat Junior Bacon Cheeseburger.

Poppyfang: Liafiki. Liafi (poppy) + ki (fang). She’s a calico and her real name is Poptart. This sounds very dainty and pretty which is very accurate to the real cat.

Turtlecloud: this is where I need help; is there a Clanmew word for Turtle yet? Google tells me they’re not native to Britain which genuinely surprised me. Of the introduced species I found on Wikipedia, she vaguely resembles the European pond turtle, she’s a dark tortie with a few specks of very bright orange. Her suffix will be -hai (fat cloud) because good lord she is a fat little cloud. Her real name is Ginger, and she is Poptart’s wikffra.

Hazelsnap: Her prefix was originally meant to reference hazelnuts, but after searching the spreadsheet I love Geehees- (hazel slender moth) for her, because it looks pointy and weird, and the real cat was the pointiest and weirdest animal I ever met, plus she was very small and flighty like a moth. I referenced my silly nickname for her, based on the noise she used to make, to invent the word “grecc”— the “ekh” noise cats make when you startle them, the Activation Noise, a sudden surprise. Geehees’grecc. Her real name was Hazel Grace/Grecc and she has since gone to walk in Starclan, and is squinting at me judgmentally even as I type.

It is such a shame that mainline WC doesn't do more with the idea of a cat carrying multiple names, unironically they should have taken inspiration from Cats: The Musical for that. You are doing the lord's work by sharing the kittypet names, love it

I'll give you two new words plus related terms, just to get a Clanmew phrase for hazel trees out there, though I'd absolutely keep Hazelsnap's prefix as Geehees because that's perfect.

Turtle = Ooba

Turtles are an invasive species in the UK, you're correct! They are released as a product of the pet trade, where they can wreak havoc on water ecosystems. They tend to like ponds and lakes more than rivers, though.

So it's usually ShadowClan that's encountering them, and they have a FAVORITE use for the little guys... their shells make perfect soup bowls.

The word for "Turtle" and the word for "Bowl" are the same. A bowl of turtle soup is an Ooba-en-Soogwa Ooba (Bowl/Turtle-of-Soup Bowl/Turtle). Turtle shells are also valued as decorative dishes, almost like our idea of 'fine china.' It's a morbid joke in ShadowClan that the first food a bowl holds is the turtle that it used to be.

(I need to come up with some kind of phrase similar to "having your own ass handed to you" but it's "Being served in your own shell." "He made you into the bowl AND the soup")

Stumptail's daughter Turtlebelly in Clanmew is Oobaboma. Bowl-Belly.

Unfortunately for Clan cats but FORTUNATELY for the ecosystem, there aren't any turtles in the Lake territory. Not ones that breed, anyway, ShadowClan has immediately killed the 2 or 3 irresponsible releases that have occurred in the past 10 years since they've been here.

Hazel (Corylus avellana) = Ans

One of the most important trees for Clan use. It's a small, thin-wooded plant that makes the PERFECT size for harvest. It's the wood that WindClan tends to use to reinforce tunnels, it's supple and strong enough for use in building, and produces helpful "cob" nuts that can be used as a prey lure.

In BB, Hazeltail's name, her whippy tail like a hazel branch, and young wisdom were taken as a sign that she would one day be a fantastic builder. Since she's not dead in this AU she is going to be rising through the ranks there.

Most Clans don't have a particular word for Hazelnuts. They call them Nekboq Ans. ThunderClan, however, uses them as prey lures on a frequent basis. They call them Ansneb, and it is part of a 3-stem verb "to lure."

Lured/Luring/Will Lure = Ansnebok/Ansnebo/Ansneb

As a prefix in a name, Ansneb is best translated as "Cob" or "Hazelnut," but based on context can mean "alluring," "tempting," or "bait."

[angelpuns]

Question list from RA for HMV au! :3

Fav sports?

Fav cartoons?

Fav birds?

Fav school club?

If you could pick one food to have an unlimited supply of, what would you pick?

Do u like carrot cake?

Yay or nay, spicy food?

that's all :333 (Also im totally gonna write a lil thing about RA and Eugene eventually if that's chill lol- just like for fun, bc introspection and fluff :D)

OOOOOH YIPPEEE

I'm doing this one with writing only since it's a lot of questions, I hope that's okay <33 (beating back the people pleaser in me right now fr)

I'll color code their answers so it's a bit more organized!!

Fave Sports:

Leo: hmmm I like baseball and basketball the most! I'd rather play them than watch, though

Donnie: I'm more of a theater person....

Raph: baseball! And boxing and wrestling and football! I like 'em all!

Mikey: I am willing to try anything once! I currently really like watching marching band videos!

Fave Cartoons:

Leo: Steven Universe, Space Quest: Animated, and The Owl House! (and secretly My Little Pony)

Donnie: Space Quest: Animated, Lower Decks, Infinity Train

Raph: Cartoons are for babies! ( he secretly likes MLP)

Mikey: Steven Universe, Space Quest: Animated, Spongebob, OK KO

Fav Birds:

Leo: Budgies!

Donnie: Hummingbirds, but also peacocks

Raph: PEREGRINE FALCONS! THEY'RE SO COOL!

Mikey: Budgies and peacocks and robins!

Fav School Club:

( they aren't in school, sadly, but here;s what I think they'd enjoy! )

Leo: bridge club and AV club

Donnie: Science club and AV club!

Raph: Knitting club ( this is a real club i swear) and Art club

Mikey: art club and anime club!

Unlimited supply of what food?

Leo: sandwiches

Donnie: noodles, especially with alfredo

Raph: POPTARTS

Mikey: cookies~

Carrot Cake, y/n?

Leo: yes! but mostly the icing

Donne: theoretically I should, but I've never wanted to try it before

Raph: no!

Mikey: not really

Spicy Food y/n?

Leo: I like to make spicy food, but I can't really handle it ;-;

Donnie: no

Raph: yesssss

Mikey: yes!

This took a while, but here are their answers!!!

None of them can handle spicy food, but Raph will eat anything and Mikey likes to eat it every once in a while <3

[piraterefrigerator]

Song tag game

Tagged by @priscilla9993, tag five people and post five songs that you listen to

Thanks for tagging me Pris! I tag @happy-emma @justmilah @pirateprincessofpizza @poptart-cat-78 and @pirate-owl

Also I found that last song thanks to Nya and it lives rent free in my head now so thank you for that Nya

[fandomanimatic-tournament]

Fandom song animatic tournament: Side A Round 1

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

"Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me"

Brave as a Noun - AJJ The Band

"I could go off the deep end I could kill all my best friends I could follow stylish trends And God knows I could make amends But I've got an angry heart Filled with cancers and poppy tarts If this is how you folks make art it's fucking depressing"

Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)

Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

Propaganda:

No Propaganda Submitted

Animatics with the song:

Quackity Animatic

Omori

Amphibia

The Owl House Hunter Animatic

Good Omens

Brave as a Noun - AJJ The Band

Propaganda:

One of those songs that lists so many things that could potentially be plot elements that it fits almost every fandom. And it slaps EVERY TIME. Brave as a Noun but Sunny from OMORI. Brave as a Noun but Poptart from BCB. I could go on. Only problem is that not enough people include the song it transitions into (Survival Song)

Honestly I could put any AJJ song here, but I think Brave as a Noun is the one I see the most. Morally grey blorbo? You better believe they have a Brave as a Noun animatic.

Animatics with the song:

DSMP Nihachu Animatic

Arcane Jinx Animatic

Your Turn To Die

World of None

DSMP

Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.

Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post

ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.

[speedytherandom]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @satans-poptarts

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 24

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 41,008

3. what fandoms do you write for? Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, and The Trials of Apollo-- mostly. I have also written singular fanfics for a couple of other unrelated fandoms.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Keeping Up A Shrine (Sadie Kane character study, basically)

Just Some Saturday in September (Valgrace domestic fluff)

A Harry Potter fic I’d rather just forget about.

The Unfortunate Issue With Having Cooler, Older, and Hotter Siblings (Owl House-- Amity thinks Luz likes one of the twin)

The Flour Fiasco (Ruegard fluff fic)

5. do you respond to comments? Almost always!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Bone by Bone (PJO, everybody dies) because that’s just straight up the angstiest fic I’ve ever written in general.

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

Honestly? I have no idea. Most of my fics have relatively happy endings. I’m gonna say... Lasting Moment (Pipabeth, alternate universe) because it’s the one that is the most happy at the end compared to the beginning.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet and I’m really happy about that!

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

I haven’t yet but idk, maybe someday when I feel more confident with my abilities.

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

I don’t write crossovers. I don’t have any good reason, I simply haven’t.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not but if I’m ever bored enough and have the inspiration I could translate perhaps a drabble or two into German or Portuguese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. Like, I started one with my friend but it is not finished. Lemme just say, very difficult to co-write fanfic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Based on ones I’ve written I’d say Pipabeth as I enjoy writing them but honestly? Despite writing a majority ship-based stories and really enjoying them, I’m not a huge shipper in general. I’m rather neutral on ships for the most part.

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

I have no published WIPs, mostly because I need to have the fic at least 75% of the way done to even consider publishing it, but I’ve had stuff in my drafts forever. I’ve got the one where the PJO kids are doing Spamalot, the Piper Friendship Fic, the Valgrace College AU, the one where Piper is just jealous of Percy, the Fierrochase beach fic. And more. So, so many more, so if you’re interested...

16. What are your writing strengths?

No clue. Does being really happy with most first drafts count?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Commitment. I usually have larger ideas than I know how to portray and I tend to rush the ideas that I have which is why most of my fics are pretty short.

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

With the languages I speak I haven't done this in a fic yet, but if the opportunity ever arose I’d be very excited. Plus, I have done lines of dialogue in Portuguese for an original short story (unpublished).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh. Ew. Harry Potter :( It doesn’t exist anymore nor do I know what it was about but I can guarantee you it was the first.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m not really sure. I don’t really remember how much I like things I’ve written. I’m just gonna suggest some I really like and haven’t mentioned instead of one favorite: Wedding Dances (Sadie/Lacy future fic), Red Means Power (Heathers fanfic), and The Worst Possible Time And Place (Rachabeth as superheroes).

I’m not sure who writes fic that hasn’t been tagged already. If you do... this is fun!

[kittycqts]

Steve x dally (stally I think it's called lmao) headcannons if you can or maybe dalbit hcs

I'll do u one better, how about both. Since I love giving headcannons 😼

Stally (Steve x Dally) Headcannons :^)

-They bicker and argue all the time like a married couple, except its over stupid shit. Like Steve could say poptarts are better cold and then Dally would start a whole argument and debate about it.

-They even do it in front of the gang. They can't help it.

-They both can't cook, so usually they just go eat takeout or smth.

-Dally doesn't like physical affection all that much, but Steve will still try and give him hugs and kisses 24/7 anyways

-Steve is constantly covered in oil (bc he loves cars sm..) so Dally helps him clean some of the oil off sometimes. Like a little bonding time or smth.

-Dally likes to call any time they go somewhere or anywhere a 'date'.

-Like once they went to the supermarket and Dally called it a date. Bum.

-Since Dally doesn't like affection all that much, usually he gives Steve compliments and words of affirmation. Got Steve blushing and shi

-They stay up late and talk a lot bc they are both night owls with insomnia.

-Steve ACTUALLY buys stuff for Dally since he's to bothered to go steal anything. But they are always something nice looking. He's a white boy with style 👍🏽

Dalbit (Dally x Twobit) Headcannons

-I've said it once and I will say it again; Twobit always and will always have his hand in Dally's back pocket. It lives there. It thrives there.

-Twobit it always leeching onto Dally. Constantly. 24/7. He's just that kind of guy

-They share beers. Dally hates it but twobit says it's romantic so he just had to give in.

-Twobit will constantly try to get dally to try and dance with him whenever music comes on and dally will not, does not, budge.

-But he dances with him in private. He makes up for it.

-Since twobit sleeps a lot (bc he's a bum [not rlly im kidding i love twobit sm]) Dally takes naps with him a lot. He just scoots him over and snuggles up.

-Twobit is always giving Dally gifts bc he steals them just for him <3 he's romantic like that.

-Twobit is always trying to do smth with Dally's hair bc he just wants to see what it would look like with grease or smth. Dally fights him about it.

-Everytime something awesome happens Twobit tells Dally first. Always. He just wants him to be proud.

-Dally is always very proud.

-Twobit loves being sappy with Dallas bc he thinks it's funny.

[evergardenwall]

tagged by @spoopy-sloth 🦥 thank you, al :-)

1. fave color: previously answered!

2. currently reading:

about to start: either resuming the mob psycho 100 manga i need to finish, or rereading nabari no ou

in midst: little fires everywhere by celeste ng...

3. last song: probably something by pomme!

4. last series: [redacted]

5. last movie: poupelle of chimney town!

6. currently working on: uuuuhh uni stuff, not particularly worth sharing. going to the library with my best friend does wonders for me

7. share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag ten people 🎥🎬📺

nico di angelo (percy jackson & the olympians)

alex fierro (magnus chase & the gods of asgard)

yoite (nabari no ou)

yukimi kazuhiko (nabari no ou)

luz noceda (the owl house)

hunter (the owl house)

ling yao (fullmetal alchemist)

sheska (fullmetal alchemist)

scar (fullmetal alchemist)

minoru aoi (shounen note)

tagging @bakedbananners @satans-poptarts @nejihguyas @dianbalpin-0p @likeabxrdinflight and @inkypines ! as always, no pressure 💖

[bylerwillnotwriteitself]

I posted 3,099 times in 2022

That's 2,098 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (1%)

3,062 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@araccoonthatlikesmurder

@iceslushii

@chuddle-dollops

@satans-poptarts

@bakedbananners

I tagged 555 of my posts in 2022

#toh spoilers - 28 posts

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa - 17 posts

#unreality - 10 posts

#wtf - 8 posts

#no - 7 posts

#but - 6 posts

#our flag means death - 5 posts

#the owl house - 4 posts

#i'm crying - 4 posts

#toh - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#get you someone who looks at you the way nick looks at charlie asdfghjklmzbxvcqyweiorptqoebegqkwndibdhwjwnehduenegegwhejgrhejeiwiwieheghehd

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me- because everyone wants it

hunka-hulka-burnin-fudge-> olivia-the-seagull because the ofmd brainrot is real (it was almost something with nellie from hearstopper bc the hearstopper brainrot is also very real)

List of things Tumblr made me watch (will be updated):

•The Owl House

•The Office

•Brooklyn Nine-Nine

•Our Flag Means Death

•The Adam Project

•Heartstopper(physically dying)

•The Umbrella Academy (only on ep. 8)

•First Kill (only on ep. 6 and if anything happens to either Juliette or Calliope, I will be having a fight with the author)

As of 6-20

4 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#4

does anyone have song recs...

5 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

why does tumblr advertise itself

6 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#2

repressed childhood trauma go brr

10 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How. Tall. Are. You.

stfu

17 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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[stormtheskyelf]

Some Vore with ✨Bob

(Do I have to use // in B//ob or no- ehaaahhh)

I’m not a big fan of same size, but I’ll do an already somewhat small oc\\

Warning!

Slight cursing

Knife

(kinda?) Pyromaniac behavior

Vore, of course-

I have not watched Spooky Month and therefore most elements will be incorrect.

You are reading this as Magma, a fire elf. (Female)

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I relax in my chair, skimming over the daily newspaper.

I wish the PopTarts didn't take so long to heat up. Of course, I could just warm them myself, but I’d more than likely burn the house down- again. Plus, this isn’t an eleven city. I’d be called out.

I don’t see why so many strange people- a merhorse, some werewolves, and a owl-man- are allowed here though, when regular elves are not. 

Crash!

What the?- I freeze, and I can hear a slight sound- tapping? No.. Footsteps. 

A robbery.

Cr@pCr@pCr@p-

I reach for my phone, but a large, red and clawed hand grabs it first and flings it away. I can hear the glass shattering.

I’m so shocked I just now notice there’s a knife on my throat.

Well, so much for 911. 

Let’s try something else.

My arms slowly go up, like I’m surrendering. It’s quite the opposite. 

My fingers go underneath the arm and shove it to the side, jamming it and earning a displeased hiss of surprise. I can see the person now- No. A demon. What kind of prank is this? I know this isn’t a prank, but my mind can’t figure out anything else. I tear away from my captor, a large, bulky demon-looking man with sharp horns. He has a red sweater. I don’t see any real iris, but I do see sharp teeth and a wide smile. “Who are you?!” I shriek. The PopTarts finish and pop up, causing both of us to flinch.  

“Nothin’ you should worry about, darlin’.” He answers. He advances towards me, and I a can see a second knife in his left hand. Correction- a knife-sharpener in his left hand. However, I don’t get to see much else because he rushes towards me, both weapons facing my ribs. I fall down, causing him to trip and crash into the table, sending knife and sharpener flying. 

I scramble to my feet and turn to see Demon Guy gritting his teeth, and as I watch, a single bead of drool appears. His irises- formally nonexistent- are now cyan.

“Well, your a bit lively, eh? Let’s see what I can do with that.”

He runs at me again and grabs me, holding me at arm’s length. I kick at his hand and arm, my fingernails (whatever’s left of them from all my nibbling) scratching whatever I can get. He studies me with a smirk. “Small enough I don’t have to struggle much. Good.”

He brings me closer, and I claw at his face. Demon Guy chuckles. “There’s no need for that, is there?” He says, and we lock eyes. It’s a pretty blue color, very relaxing... I suddenly feel weighed down, and my eyelids feel like they’re stuck together with sundew goop. I go limp.

A chuckle. Through whatever consciousness I had left, I can see him opening his mouth and bringing me closer.

Everything fades away.

5 hours later (aka 20 mins)

I shift slightly.

I’m in fetal position.

What the heck?

What happened?

Demon Guy.

Where am I?

I barely remember anything, except for Demon Guy and his knife and sharpener. Hmm.

I attempt to stretch out. No luck. 

“Ah. Your awake.”

His voice comes from around me. Now I remember.

The fight. Being brought close to his face as his mouth opened. 

Did he eat me?!

“What the heck?! I knew killers could be a bit overdoing when they kill but this?!” I screech. 

His stomach walls look like normal stomach walls, if not a bit redder and hotter. It’s actually a bit relaxing, being massaged a bit and being nice and snug. I’m not digested yet, might as well enjoy it. 

“What else was I to do? You knocked my knife and sharpener away, and besides, you tasted quite nice.”

My face turns red, and it’s not because I’m getting mad or that my skin is being ripped away. I have a hard time taking complements. 

I stammer for a bit, before taking a deep breath. “I’m assuming your going to digest me and then I’ll just reform at my house?”

He thinks for a moment. “Maybe, maybe not. By the way, did you know that the stomach can be used to store food as well as digest it?”

“Is that suppose to be reassuring or morbid?”

A snort. He shifts. “Just get comfy. I’ll be sleeping now.”

Gosh, I know I should try to escape. But I can’t really do that, and besides, he sounds kind, actually. Plus, it’s comfy in here, and warm..

I sigh. I might as well do as he asked me.

I drift off, still feeling uneasy.

Here’s a meme for your troubles

(When Magma wakes up)

My eyes pop open. Where am I?!

This isn’t my house, but I’m not in his stomach anymore. Is this his house? I’m on a grey bean bag chair, and as I sit up, I can see a neatly made bed with maroon sheets. I can hear a tv somewhere in the house. However, I don’t hear footsteps or anything that would hint at Demon Guy being here. Hmm. I stand up and stretch my legs out. Might as well look for him. 

(I gtg noooo lemmme end this quick)

I had found him, and had actually begun to make friends with him. I found out his name was Bob (”Ok, ok. You are a serial killer demon that can eat people whole, and your name is Bob?”) and now we are actual besties. 

I have to stop narrating this now, because we are about to lay waste to the city. Bai!

THIS TOOK SO DANG LONG

[i-will-sing-no-requiem]

Ranking Heroes of Olympus Characters

I have a theory that I want to test so can anyone in the PJO/HoO fandom please do this really quick survey ranking the 9 characters in HoO that had chapters from their perspective and reblog so I can get as many responses as possible

(also i've never used this survey website before so please let me know if it isn't working for any reason or asks you to login or something)

tagging some mutuals who are (i think) in the riordan fandom: @justanotherconfusedautistic @stringlights-and-headlights @justanotherdragoncat @nerd-geek-etc @on-the-outside @blue-cookies-and-wise-owls @percabethfangirl @poptart-cat-78 @my-cages-were-mental

[fallen-gravity]

Tagged by @fexalted! hope you’re having a good day friendo c:

Three ships: jesslake (jesse/lake, infinity train), lumity, raeda

First ever ship: robin and starfire (2003) my beloved 😭 they’re so cute, I still love them so much

Last Song: I think it was Aligator Sky (No Rap Version)! nostalgic owl city jams my beloved 👏👏👏

Last Movie: last movie I saw in theaters was The Bad Guys, last one I watched on TV was Pitch Perfect 

Currently reading: I just recently finished Here’s to Us by Becky Alberti and Adam Silvera, and I keep meaning to start Every Soul a Star by Wendy Mass after it was recommended to me on discord but I keep getting distracted by other things 😔

Currently watching: the ghost and molly mcgee!! highly recommend it if you haven’t started watching it yet

Currently consuming: iced coffee and a s’mores flavored poptart

Currently craving: not a single day goes by when I don’t think about the soup dumplings I got at this one restaurant in NYC last summer 😩 I want them again soooo bad

tagging: @nerdyunicorns101 @novantinuum @stariousfalls @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat @adventuretimegurl123

[comfygay27]

Okay so first off, I love seeing your user in my notifications, cause like whenever I see it I feel warm and fuzzy seeing that a comfy gay liked something, and second why the hell did it take me so long to follow you?

Aww that’s so sweet! Welcome to the shit show!

[poptartcat]

Guys. Guys.

I just realized that a certain quote (“Human beings?” “Human beings.” from Steven Universe) applies to a lot of my fandoms + the extra one I’ve only made like 3 posts on (not Ampibia or Owl house if you’re wondering) and I want to make a whole series where I use the quote on like every show now but possible phrased different if needed and I’m very excited to start writing but like is this a good idea? Cuz like I’m gonna write it either way and now I’m just rambling so I’m gonna work on that BYEEE