#shadow being a messy eater

[sugarhog-au]

these are atrociously old but the he is enjoying food for the first time in years so have himb.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would the twisted boys of your choosing react to a weapon mc whose dad is stein from soul eater? Talk about a ruff family reunion.

Stein’s Weapon Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Not only is being a weapon making you different enough but your dad somehow sciencing his way to Twisted Wonderland makes this even worse. Your relationship before disappearing from the world you two hailed wasn’t necessarily bad but having a father who too often stuttered on the line of madness made things tense. Madness aside he unmeaningly shadows your accomplishments whether by his own expertise or his constructive criticism instead of mild praise. If only to make things worse he’s unexpectedly overprotective of you when he accurately dictates when you are in over your head. 

When he arrives he no doubt comes out swinging with his soul wavelengths leaving immediate staff and students paralyzed. Leaving you to push past your friends as you transform to go stop his mad-induced frenzy. 

“Dad, chill out!”

“Widget!? Are you okay?”

“I will be when you stop trying to kill my friends!” 

He’s less than fond to know you’re in a world with magic but his own desire to dissect it and learn about it will ease him…for now. He’s irritable as he observes the obsessive exceeding interest the boys at Night Raven have in you. Angrily twisting his screw as he debates how badly to mess up their soul wavelengths.

“I’m not fond of you hanging around my kid…but I’m curious how you plan to go against that.”

Leona Kingscholar

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter really. I’ll make them mine anyway.”

He’s working overtime 

Attempting to bother your father while also avoiding his attempts to dissect him

Not only as a lion beast man 

but as a lazy pursuer that doesn’t seem capable of even beating you as a weapon

Stein is bothered by him

He claims that’s the only reason he doesn’t like them 

But with him, it's hard to say

They both tend to underestimate one another 

Where Stein doesn’t fully register the height of his obsession

And Leona trying to threaten him without getting experimented on

It's messy 

And it will continue to be as Leona spies the underlying attempt to send you both home

“I’m not letting them leave but if you do we won’t have a problem.”

Idia Shroud

“Heheh from one genius to another I’m not letting them go so easily.”

Both take each other on in a fueled mad-scientist feud

Its the best and worse time for them

With them spending plenty of their smarts dissecting and studying one another

It acts as a distraction until Idia runs off to your side

Who is following up on some experiments you agreed to 

Which include gaming for hours, binge-watching anime, and maybe kissing

Which has Stein working to create little gadgets to sabotage or at least surveil his experiments

Stein gets more invested in thwarting him because he understands his interest in you better

But Idia’s not giving up 

Not in this game 

You were his prize and Stein, while fun, was just a minor antagonist in his romance with you

“This is great! I’ll get the love interest and defeat the villain! This would make a wild otome!”

[softpawpup]

bat regressor behaviors 🦇

using blankies as wings

hanging upside down from various surfaces

making shadow puppets

relaxing in the darkness

going for night walks (always with light sources and buddies!)

being a messy eater

bite

pretend to drink blood

climb on things and jump around

[miquella-everywhere]

I commed this spectacular piece of my Tarnished Uri and it’s just absolutely fantastic 😭 Plus here's an in-depth chart about them lol

Fun Facts:

Uri is highly observant and their brain never shuts up, constantly thinking about everything, that really helps when trying to figure out what the hell is going on in the Lands Between, but also sucks when trying to sleep.

Thankfully the pollen from Trina's Lily's help with that, so whenever they come across a Trinas Lily they usually take a nap lol

Enjoys pushing bodies down cliffs and watching them ragdoll

Always sells crab to the merchants when they say they are hungry

Gives Torrent the best Rowa Raisins and scratches. Pets the owls, turtles and stands as still as possible so the Nascent Butterflies will land on them. Tried to pet a sleeping Rune Bear once. Died instantly.

Knew exactly what Patches was doing with the rainbow stones at Mt. Gelmir but let it happen because they thought they deserved it and that it would be funny (it was lol)

Denies that they are kind in any capacity (#1 depression haver and worst self-esteem in the Lands Between lol)

Self taught how to read and write

Facial injuries and missing tongue are thanks to being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Uri was punished for the crimes of another and died from their injuries. They were revived as a Tarnished some time later. Thinks that it's the biggest joke ever.

They weren't much of a talker before going mute, so not much was lost there. Although eating is a bit of challenge and very messy, so they refrain from eating in front of others, unless they really like the other person and trust them (Boggart, Rya and Millicent mainly)

Gets embarrassed very easily

Has no clue that they are a Numen, guardian was killed before they could explain all that.

Figures out that Miquella is St. Trina. Refuses to tell Gideon. Tells Boggart instead. Uri: *violently shakes Lilys in front of his face* Boggart: Uuuuh yeah, those are some nice flowers there mate...

Not religious in any capacity, laughs at the idea of Gods and thinks that they're no different than anything else that Uri has killed... but finding the Haligtree and Elphael was definitely a religious experience.

Now defends Miquella's Cocoon after they slayed Mohg, waiting for him to wake up or get pulled into a shadow realm 👀

General relationships:

@Boggart and Kale: I would burn the world to the ground for you

@Miquella(also inherited the frenzied flame): I would refrain from burning the world to the ground for you, I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking I was depressed, please wake up soon... 😭

@Gideon, Selivus and Varre: 🖕👁️👄👁️🖕

@Ranni, Millicent, Fia and Rya:

@The Dung Eater and Mohg:

[radiomurdeer]

starter for @voxiiferous

Hell was never completely quiet. There was the near-perpetual sound of fighting somewhere in the distance, yelling, car alarms going off - the list of non-stop sounds was near endless. And among it all was the sound of radios being brought to life, the brief flashes of various channels as each and every radio was tuned to a specific station. 

The Radio Demon was broadcasting, and he was making it everyone’s problem. Anyone with common sense headed indoors, as if a sturdy lock was all that was needed to stop Alastor when he had his sights set on something. This was one of his more regular shows – no overlords on the menu tonight. Instead he was procuring supplies for one of his favorite little cafes, one that appealed to a more discerning palate. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s broadcast!” he crowed into his microphone, showman’s persona on in full force. “Coming straight to you from the Pride Ring, we’re out on the streets tonight, hunting down some special guests to star in our show!”

He continued to chatter on as he ambled down the street, his mostly human form giving way to something else. With each step his human skin disappeared, leaving something that may only be called a deer just for lack of a better descriptor. His rack grew, weighing down his head and with it so too did his shadow, rushing ahead and seeking prey, each point darting down darkened alleyways. Ears twitched atop its head, taking in all the sounds and sights of the rapidly abandoned street.

It hardly took any skill at all to find and listen for what he was looking for, some stupid soul still out and about. More than one if he heard right, and he stalked down the street on all fours, keen on finding the source. Alastor had a tendency to be a discerning hunter, picking his targets carefully. The weak and cowering were ignored, like the one who thought he couldn’t see them hiding under a car. At least it wasn’t difficult to find those who preyed on others, not in Hell. He was a gentleman, after all. No need to kick those that were already down.

Away from an alley and ignoring their impending destruction, a pair of what seemed to be minotaurs had cornered a smaller sinner. Large and imposing, taller than any human but only half as high as the hungry monstrosity that was Alastor. “And it looks like beef is on the menu tonight, folks,” this was punctuated by a great claw grabbing one of them. How nice, a snack for now and one for later. There was no way out for them - they’d picked the location specifically because it was a dead end. The only way out was through Alastor, and he wasn’t about to let either escape. He didn’t much pay attention to the smaller figure as he brought one up to his starving maw. A loud crunch, broadcast for the whole Ring to hear, filled the air, sharp teeth breaking through flesh and bone. Alastor was a messy eater, using his free hand to press the other bovine into the ground, keeping him pinned while his little treat sprayed and dripped. Maybe a bit too much pressure was put on the second one, because there was more cracking and screaming that suddenly cut out abruptly.

“Some people say that big game hunting is cruel, but I think that’s a load of bull!” he chuckled to himself. People didn’t just listen to him for the screams, no! They listened because he was entertaining, combined with a strong sense of better them than me. Licking his fingers as the screams from the first died out, his eyes finally fell on the small Sinner. Great radio dial eyes blinked, a moment of silence before he was chattering again, ending the show as abruptly as it had begun. As he spoke, bones cracked and reset as the Radio Demon painstakingly put his regular meat-suit back into place, slipping into it with the same familiarity of a well-worn glove. 

“--and remember folks, stay tuned,” with that he released his power, allowing the radios to turn off and the great speakers throughout the Ring to finally fall silent. He leaned forward, practically bowing at the waist, leaning on a microphone cane that appeared with a flourish of his hand. “And what do we have here? A new wayward soul recently departed from the land of the living? Oh, what fortune for you to get front row tickets to the show, eh?”

Patiently Alastor waited for a response. The poor thing was likely overwhelmed, best to give him some time to realize that he was not also on the menu. They couldn’t be anything else but a new sinner - they carried the imperceptible scent of the Living World about them, clinging to their clothes and hair, woven into their skin. Maybe not completely obvious to the average sinner, but an apex predator like Alastor could read the signs. Though they seemed oddly human. No horns, no inhuman features. What a curious thing!

[animasola86]

The Darkness Within: A Fateful Meeting (Part 1/2)

Notes: The lovely @amberlide gave me an amazing idea: to recreate a scene from my Seb+MC fanfic The Darkness Within, and here we are: Auror Sebastian meeting Death Eater Genevieve after seven long years of looking for her, somewhere in Knockturn Alley. (After the screenshots you'll find the accompanying excerpt of Chapter 5.)

She had noticed him the moment she had left the shop. A black shadow in the darkness around. He was very good at concealing himself, but she had still spotted him, even more so when he started moving. She continued through the narrow streets, yet the more she walked, the tighter she clutched the wand in her pocket.

“You are here,” he said, ignoring her question. “You are really here... you are back... you are –” He stopped his muttering and tilted his head with a small sigh, the smile faltering a little. She saw him swallow hard. “I can't believe it... I can't believe I finally found you!”

“Genevieve! Wait!” she heard him call after her, but she turned another corner and kept running.

[ (SEBASTIAN +) MC MASTERLIST ] [ Part 2/2 ] [ THE DARKNESS WITHIN MASTERLIST ]

End notes: Knockturn Alley is actually the “basement” of the Quidditch Pitch and some corners of Hogsmeade (where there are surprisingly few dark alleys).

I dressed Auror Sebastian like this because the scene plays in 1960 and this looks the closest to what I imagined him to look like (just pretend he's wearing a hood). Genevieve is of course very obviously a Dark witch.

If you'd like to read the scene that inspired these shots, keep reading!

Excerpt of Chapter 5 (2k words):

She had noticed him the moment she had left [Borgin and Burkes]. A black shadow in the darkness around. He was very good at concealing himself, but she had still spotted him, even more so when he started moving. She continued through the narrow streets, yet the more she walked, the tighter she clutched the wand in her pocket. She wasn't afraid of being attacked, she knew quite well that she was able to defend herself. Tom had taught her enough. What she was a little wary about was being captured by an Auror.

(…)

From the corner of her eye she could see her follower halt, yet he didn't blend into the shadows completely. She turned around and slowly bent down to pick up what she dropped, and her eyes wandered up the stranger's dark form. His face was no longer covered by shadows, and she could see him pretty clearly.

He was young, younger than Tom at least, maybe her age even? His messy brown hair was only half-hidden by the hood of his black cloak. And he was tall, very tall. Lean, but muscular from what she could see. His cloak was not revealing much, but it sat quite snug against his form. His face was hard, a very defined jawline, lean cheeks and high cheekbones, no beard, the slightest hint of freckles on his skin. When she moved her eyes to his, she saw him staring at her out of deep, brown eyes that felt warm in the cold of this late autumn night.

Something inside her soul stirred.

(…)

He didn't move, he just stared. And she was beginning to find this encounter rather creepy. She narrowed her eyes at him and waited another second for any sort of reaction, but he wouldn't move. So she inhaled deeply and turned around again, starting to walk away. He followed her almost immediately.

Slowing her pace slightly, she turned a corner and the moment she noticed him following, she pounced on him. Her wand was out, and she grabbed the front of his cloak and pushed him against the nearest wall, staring up at his tall form, only a little bit intimidated by his height. Pressing the tip of her wand against his throat, she rose to her tiptoes and made herself a little taller.

“What do you want?” she hissed through her teeth and watched him closely, bringing her face closer to his as she leaned against his chest, trying to keep him in place. She knew she didn't have the physical strength to do anything to this man, but she had learned that even the smallest person could be intimidating when she was carrying a wand and was very eager to use it.

He just stared at her, and his eyes moved over her face as if he was looking for something – and then he smiled. His lips curved upwards and his eyes started glowing almost, he seemed really happy all of a sudden. She frowned at that and quickly leaned back, letting go of his cloak and only pressing her wand harder against his skin, her arm outstretched.

“What are smiling about?” she asked quietly, genuinely confused by this reaction.

(…)

Instead of replying, he only smiled wider and suddenly he moved, completely ignoring the wand pointed at his throat, and he was so swift that she was too surprised to react. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her all the way to the other side of the narrow street and suddenly it was her back pressed against the wall and the strange man leaning over her. She gasped in slight shock and quickly raised her wand again.

“I'm not afraid to use this, I have you know,” she said through gritted teeth and breathed a little heavier. His tall form loomed over her, and she had to admit, she felt a little anxious.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” he then said and the soft tone in his voice made her frown. “I just want to... make sure...”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” she asked, really confused by now.

When he raised his left hand and moved it towards her face, she leaned back against the wall, realizing just how trapped she was. Her heart started accelerating, and she was ready to use any hex on him, but then his fingertips gently touched her cheek, and she not only dropped her wand hand but also her jaw.

His touch was soft and his long fingers slowly pushed aside her long, red hair and revealed the right side of her face. She swallowed hard. His hand cupped her face, his fingers sinking deeper into her hair, while his thumb caressed her cheekbone – and the scars running alongside it.

“What are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.

He raised his other hand and slowly pushed off the hood of her cloak before he stroked her hair almost affectionately. His smile was even wider now, and he looked happy and sad at the same time. She stared up at him in complete bewilderment.

“I knew it...” he then said quietly, his voice shaking a little. “I knew it worked...”

She saw him pressing his lips together for a moment, and there was turmoil within his eyes. He kept caressing her face, and when his gaze met hers, she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“What are you talking about?” she hissed, growing a little irritated by now.

“You are here,” he said, ignoring her question. “You are really here... you are back... you are –” He stopped his muttering and tilted his head with a small sigh, the smile faltering a little. She saw him swallow hard. “I can't believe it... I can't believe I finally found you!”

He seemed really ecstatic by now, smiling and looking her over, his fingers running up and down her face and her hair, while she just stood there, positively dumbfounded.

“What in Merlin's bloody name are you talking about?” she eventually broke her stupor and raised her wand again, pressing it against his jaw forcefully.

He stopped his touching for a moment and looked at her, as if he only now realized she was a real person and not some kind of weird sex doll the way he was fondling her face. His dark eyes bored into hers, and the smile on his lips caved a little, until it was completely gone.

“Can't you remember?” he then asked, quietly, almost timidly.

“Remember what?” she hissed.

“Remember me? Us?” Concern washed over his handsome face (yes, even in this moment of what the hell is going on, she could recognize that he was rather handsome, despite everything).

“Us? What –” She stared at him. “I have never seen you before in my life!” she replied harshly and narrowed her eyes. She would surely remember if she had.

He leaned back a little and lowered his hands to rest on her shoulders, still keeping her from running away. His eyes grew a little darker, some sort of sadness settling within them. “Really? Have you really forgotten me? Have you forgotten our love?”

Her mouth opened when he mentioned the word love. She blinked slowly. “Love?” she repeated dumbly. “Are you mental?” She was starting to lose her nerve with this man.

He looked a little offended at that and leaned back even more.

“Look what you are doing here!” she snarled darkly. “Following an innocent girl through the streets at night, cornering her, pressing her against a wall, touching her, talking to her about bloody love? Where did you escape from, huh?”

He tilted his head slightly at her words. “I'm sorry,” he then said and caught her quite off guard at that. “You're right. This was not the proper way to do this. I apologize.”

She gaped up at him.

He sighed deeply and then retrieved his hands, letting them hang loosely by his sides. “I... had hoped you would remember me.” He soundly genuinely disappointed now, no more smile, only a sad look on his features, his eyelids lowered as he looked down. He reminded her of a puppy, and she couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of sympathy.

“Who are you?” she then asked and blinked at the fact that she was still somehow intrigued, or at least curious to find out what this was all about.

He looked up at her question, and an eager look pooled from his eyes. “I'm Sebastian,” he said and watched her closely, hoping against all odds that the mention of his name would make her remember. She looked at him and frowned, then shook her head, and the hopeful expression on his face faltered.

“Who do you think I am?” she asked quietly, her eyes wandering over his face.

He smiled at that, a bit of warmth returning to his cheeks. “You're Genevieve. My beautiful Genevieve...”

(…)

Something dark crossed her eyes. “Who sent you?” she then spat under her breath and remembered that her wand was still pressed against his jaw, and she poked him a little harder.

Confusion washed over him. “Sent me? Nobody sent me!”

(…)

He was an Auror, a member of the Magical Law Enforcement – and this badge was proof enough that he was indeed sent here by the Ministry. They were closing in on them, she realized, and something cold rushed through her veins. And he knew her name, did he also know about what she had been doing as of late? She looked up at him and squeezed her fingers violently around the Auror badge, her jaw clenched.

“Why are you here?” she asked coldly. “You really shouldn't be here, you know? All by your lonesome...” She halted at that and quickly looked left and right, listening intently to her surroundings. He was alone, right? Her heart beat faster.

He watched her closely. “No need to threaten me,” he said quietly. “I thought you were just an innocent girl. What are you so afraid of?”

She stared up at him. “You are still a man cornering me in a dark alleyway, I am just being cautious,” she replied a little sultry. “And I heard you people like to abuse the little power you have...” She pressed his badge against his chest and let go, hearing it clattering to the ground below. He didn't move.

“You have a very bad image of us,” he said softly. “There is really no need to be afraid.”

“Afraid?” she scoffed and took a step back, her wand leaving his jaw, but still pointed at him. “I'm not afraid of people like you!”

“Are you sure? You look a little pale right now,” he teased. “Why should an innocent girl like you be afraid of us anyway?” He watched her very closely. “We are the good guys, believe me.”

“Are you now?” she breathed and took another step back. Her heart was pounding inside her chest by now.

“Believe me, I am. And I don't mean you any harm,” he said and raised his hands in a surrendering fashion.

“Why were you following me then?” Her voice was cold.

“I just wanted to make sure...” he started, then tilted his head. “I wanted to make sure a girl like you would get through this alley unharmed.”

She raised her eyebrows at that. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“And you want me to believe that?” She let her eyes wander over his body for a moment, then looked at the Auror badge lying on the ground. When she looked back up at him, she felt another wave of adrenaline rush through her veins. The Mark on her forearm started itching a little. She took a little step towards him, her shoe stepping on the badge in the process. “I don't believe you,” she then whispered and kicked the badge along the street.

The small clattering noise caught his attention for a second or two, and she used his distraction to move away, quickly falling into a fast run as she tried to bring as much space between them as possible.

“Genevieve! Wait!” she heard him call after her, but she turned another corner and kept running.

[Read the full chapter here]

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dramione Teratophilia Fest (Part 1)

Dramione Teratophilia Fest 2.0 2023:

Grace Period by TeTe91 - E, WIP - After all the hardships and challenges Hermione had to face during the war, she is left empty-handed. Instead of a reward, she finds herself in a hopeless situation and struggles with the closed door to her previously bright future. Upset with the hand she has been dealt, she no longer sees any reasons to play by the rules, or even be good. Who better to unleash her anger onto than Draco Malfoy.

Coup de Grâce by ChaosAndCrumpets - E, WIP - The only place Hermione Granger finds some semblance of her former self is - inexplicably - in the arms of Draco Malfoy. But something so unnatural is sure to have wider implications. Then people start to die.

A Captured Moment by peachy_V, Roseheira - E, one-shot - Many wolves die having never experienced the love and devotion that can only come from one's true mate. And for the longest time Draco thought his fate would be condemned to a loveless life. Yet here she was, his mate. Conveniently brought to him, tied up like a present, and ready to be claimed by him.

Shadow Pact by Serpent_Sortia - E, WIP - “From Glittering Love to Gilded Betrayal! Golden Girl Heartbroken by Cheating Scandal” Or, what happens when a certain demon offers to help Hermione get revenge on her cheating ex?

Eternity by emmarauren - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger would wait an eternity for Draco Malfoy to love her back. Even if he is eternally a beast.

Bound by Darkness by BlueZeldana - E, WIP - Draco Malfoy had been living alone for years and no one knew he was alive. He was a murderer now, and the magic of his victims ran through his veins making him more and more powerful with each life he took. The only thing he cared about was power. Until a Muggleborn witch stepped into his manor and ruined everything.

Thick as blood by pinkhairandbooks - E, one-shot - You’re a Vampire Slayer and you find out that your soulmate is the Vampire that you are tasked to kill and almost killed you. What now?

The Claiming by Kayka - E, 5 chapters - The men of the Malfoy line have maintained a carefully guarded family secret for generations. Perpetually exhausted Hermione Granger is simply trying to get through her Thursday.

Starve This Sin by belladeexx - E, WIP - An age-old saying: An Angel on your right and the Devil on your left. In this case, Draco Malfoy is the pesky lust demon on the metaphorical left side of every shoulder Hermione interacts with. He's a constant thorn in her wings, albeit an attractive thorn she can't stop dreaming about, but a thorn nonetheless. After all, he's just a harmless demon on his knees begging for a taste of heaven. Who is Hermione to forbid him of it?

messy eater by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger thought she had learned her lessons when it came to seeking food out during her nightly adventures as a newly turned vampire, but it seemed that she really hadn't learned anything. She had been given the title of "messy eater" when it came to her desperation and hunger and always seemingly made a mess of things. Usually, Hermione found that she could clean things up herself after satiating her hunger but it seemed as though that wasn't happening this time. Draco Malfoy, an older vampire who was more expressed with quelling his hunger, was nearby when Hermione needed help with cleaning herself and the crime scene up. He was used to this, his father being the one who originally turned Hermione and introduced her to him. Draco acted as a shadow for Hermione to follow, supposed to protect and show her the ways of the vampires.

My Love, My Moon by Art_emis, magicalmolly - E, one-shot - Hermione is filling in as the substitute Herbology Professor for Neville and hating it. While gathering materials in the Forbidden Forest one night, during the full moon, she's attacked by a werewolf. When she goes to hunt them down and demand that they leave the school grounds she finds out that the werewolf is none other than Draco Malfoy. But he's no ordinary werewolf and his attack has left them connected to one another in an unbearable way.

I See You by art_emissss - T, one-shot - The familiar thrill of the hunt only began to seep into her blood, and her skin itched with anticipation. Or: the one where Hermione miscalculates and gets something out of it.

there's always a straight way to the point by B_LovedHunter - T, one-shot - Hermione becomes an Animagus just in time for the start of her 8th year. Surprise. She's a cat. While roaming Hogwarts, she comes across a very distressed Draco Malfoy. Against her better judgement, she decides to comfort him. It turns out Draco is a cat person. **** “Granger came to find me in the library today.” She stopped purring. He kept stroking her absently. “She said she forgives me. I don’t know how or why, but she does,” He sighed deeply. “I believe her. Maybe you’ll meet her one day. She has a lot of wild hair and she’s a swotty, annoying sort–” WELL. “But she’s good. She’s good, and brilliant. Pretty too. She’s always been all of that, even when she had rather large teeth.” Well. “Don’t worry, love. Not as pretty as you.”

An Abysmal Riptide by Bana_Bhuidseach - M, WIP - To catch a siren one must set sail on a moonless night at the peak of the storm, to capture a siren one must risk meeting death by the relentless sea and its razor sharp rocks, to capture a siren sometimes it means losing ones mind and life in the process and the captain of the ¨Sea Dragon¨is about to find out what that means when he encounters her, the sweetest thing on this side of hell.

When Stars Align by art_emissss, thatblondebitvh - E, WIP - The one where Draco Malfoy fucks around and finds out.

Waiting For The Bite by rapunzerelli, Sophiesstreet - E, one-shot - Members of notoriously rivaled species, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have only two things in common: a mutual hatred and a soulmate bond they unfortunately share. But when their lives are threatened by lingering followers of Voldemort and their bond forces them to protect each other, they find themselves thanking fate instead of blaming it.

For a Good Time by ymer - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy finds a mysterious spell that starts as a dream before turning into a nightmare.

By These Fearful Places by ohthedrarry - M, 2 chapters - In his youth, Draco Malfoy had been little more than the disgraced son of an executed Senator. Hunger forced him to teach himself to hunt and risk his mortal life in woods ruled by the gods. Artemis took pity on the young boy and sent a woodland nymph to save him from a mountain lion who stalked him while he slept. Draco returned to that same forest ten years later, a man whose reputation exceeded that of even Odysseus. Fame and fortune gifted to him by his patron goddess no longer satisfied him. He craved the touch of that nymph who’d saved his life – and would risk everything to take it.

Never Let You Go by cauldronofmenace - M, one-shot - Draco is a vampire. Hermione is his prisoner. She has sexy dreams about him and he's happy to make them a reality.

The Sun and Her Shadow by daydreamstory, Ivmaruva - E, WIP - She travels across barren stretches of an eternal night to find him. He waits for her there, on the dark side of the moon.

Blood Moon by NinaBinaBallerina - E, WIP - Under a blood moon, Lycans hunt the forest for their mates. And Draco Malfoy knew just the witch he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You’re Everything a Big, Bad Wolf Could Want by LaLuneMoonstone - E, 2 chapters - A trip into the forbidden forest under the waxing crescent to get herbs for potions plus a new read cloak lands Hermione in a mate situation. Little red riding hood never had to deal with this, or did she?

The Banshee of Biddeford Pond by atomicbombshell - G, one-shot - no summary

La Appel du Vide by CSIsui - E, one-shot - “Flora has always been the most innocent and, at the same time, the most perverse medium for symbolism all throughout history.” Draco once heard in her lecture. “From Georgia O’Keefe to Shakespeare and ancient history, flora has been the favourite when it comes to cheeky sex symbols.” And she was right

[madelineorionswan]

A Fiery Surprise.

@hp-12monthsofmagic prompt for this July, surprise.

Summary: Long after the second wizarding war, Charlie decides to have his own dragon sanctuary in Southern England. But what is a dragon sanctuary without dragons? A new friend of Madeline's might just be the solution to this problem.

Warnings: Adorable dragon family and Madeline and Charlie, Fire, mentions of blood and injury but nothing graphic, Dragons... LOTS of dragons.

A/N: This was such a fun story to write! But honestly, any story I write about Charlie and Madeline and their future quaint family life gets me so excited, and it melts my heart🥰🥰. Hope everyone likes this!

"Did you take an extra water bottle? An extra shirt? Oh, and are you taking your gumboots? "

"Yes. Yes. And I don't need the gumboots, Charlie! We're not going to Dartmoor."

Today was like any other day in Madeline and Charlie's household. Chaotic, rushed, messy and homely. After a long while, Madeline received a new mission abroad. Needless to say, Madeline excitedly accepted the offer and took Harry, Ron and Edward on her team. Charlie was happy that Madeline was so excited about her mission and helped her by staying up nights with her and keeping Aro away from her work files ( The last time he had been near those, Madeline had to delay the entire mission and redo every single document, because someone thought eating the paper and sneezing fire at the rest was a good thing).

Today Madeline was going to meet her team and head for New York. Charlie had been busy doing a last-minute check through Madeline's luggage. But Charlie was only slightly worried for her (which was his way of saying he was Significantly worried). After all, l the wizarding world wasn't as safe as it had been once. While things were better than during the war, crime was still widespread. Many of the previous death eaters had escaped and wanted to gather power.

The entire ministry had been busy trying to arrest these stray death-eaters, but so far, they had had very little luck. So the ministry decided to investigate further away from England, hence the search in North America had been proposed.

After a final check, Madeline was ready to leave. She petted Aro, who had been sneaking around the living room all this time, although he had his own pen in Charlie's sanctuary outside. "I'll be back soon Aro, lovey," she murmured with a smile and the dragon, satisfied with the affection, skipped off through the open door.

"Looks like I better be off now," Madeline said to Charlie, a hint of sadness in her voice. Charlie brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly as Madeline kissed his lips deeply. For a moment, they both stood in each other's embrace, not wanting to let go. But Madeline reluctantly pulled away.

"Be safe there dragostea mea. And don't forget to make those bloody death eaters regret everything they did," Charlie joked, making Madeline laugh as she shouldered her bag. But before she could walk out, Charlie grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pecking her lips one last time with a grin.

"I'll take that as a request to send letters daily?" Madeline teased with a giggle.

"Please do," Charlie grinned and let go of his wife with a smile, albeit unwillingly. Madeline then quickly put on her shoes and bid farewell to her husband before leaving their home. But when she took a quick look at her watch, she dashed to catch the portkey which she hopefully didn't miss.

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For a second, there was utter silence. But then, all that could be heard amongst the shadows of the tall birches and pines were sounds of spells being shot violently at each other. Hexes clashed midway as Aurors and death eaters tried to defeat the other. Although the Aurors were outnumbered, they weren't proving easy for the death eaters to defeat.

"Harry! Behind you!" Madeline shouted a warning at Harry, who whirled around just in time to deflect a spell being shot by a death eater.

Madeline shot Bombarda Maxima at another one of the death eaters, who fell from the slope of the hilly forest along with two more of their cronies. Madeline backed up against a tree when she saw the coast was clear and sat down at the base of it. She wiped the blood that had trickled down her nose and let out a shaky breath. For a moment she observed the fight between the boys and the rest of the Death eaters when suddenly she heard a loud growl.

Her brows furrowed as she looked to the north of the forest from where the sound was heard. But she didn't get another chance to listen to it as she felt a massive blow against her and fell to the forest floor.

"Madeline! You alright?" Edward asked with concern and helped his senior up on her feet.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Madeline weakly said as she tried to regain her footing, "let's finish these blokes, so we can get this over with."

Edward firmly nodded and blasted a spell at a group of death eaters who were approaching them. He then dashed to Ron and Harry who were being surrounded by the remaining death eaters.

"This fight is getting tedious," Madeline thought to herself. She looked around and saw they were surrounded by the death eaters, despite the innumerable times they had defeated them. Suddenly, an idea struck her mind.

"Harry! Give me your wand!" Madeline yelled at Harry.

Harry flung his wand towards her, which Madeline caught in her hand and turned to face the looming shadows of people encircling her and the others. With two wands in her hands, each pointing towards the enemy, Madeline cast Bombarda, blinding the surrounding grove in orange rays.

It took a moment for the light to recced, but eventually, it did, and everyone could finally look around. Harry, Ron and Edward looked around and were astounded when they saw all the death eaters lying on the charred forest floor, groaning weakly in pain.

"That was bloody amazing!" Ron told Madeline, still a little awestruck.

"Well, I don't usually do this, but looks like it still works," Madeline shrugged and tossed Harry his wand, "Let's call in some support from the MACUSA."

It took them a while to contact the MACUSA, but eventually, help was reached. The team took a few minutes to round up the death eaters before they left for the headquarters in New York, leaving Madeline, Harry, Ron and Edward in the half-charred grove.

The walk back to their campsite was quiet and boring. Madeline was busy observing the lofty trees surrounding the camp while the guys walked ahead as they chatted about the mission review they would have to write later.

As Madeline strolled along the winding path, she abruptly halted and turned her attention towards the bushes nearby. She had picked up on a faint, quivering sound emanating from somewhere in the vicinity and slowly tiptoed towards it. She looked once towards the guys and found them strolling ahead, probably having forgotten her. So she moved aside the dense green foliage, and the scene she saw wasn't something she had expected.

A beautiful Antipodean Opaleye rested by her nest, which held three stunning pearly eggs. The sun's rays made her white scales shimmer brilliantly. She was snoring peacefully, entirely unaware of Madeline's presence. That is until Madeline stepped closer towards the nest and accidentally stepped on a branch.

The mother dragon's sensitive ears detected the quiet snap of the branch, and she woke up. She lifted her head and saw Madeline standing motionless near the nest with her rainbow eyes.

Seconds passed as Madeline and the dragon kept still and stared at each other. Madeline was no dragonologist, but she knew that if she kept stationary long enough, the dragon would perceive her as unthreatening and go back to sleep. Maybe she would let her pet her. But this Antipodean Opaleye clearly didn't trust her and kept on staring.

Madeline eventually gave up and stepped back, raising her hands to indicate to the dragon that she posed no threat. The great creature narrowed its eyes for a moment, but she quickly turned her attention to the nest. One of the pearly white eggs was shaking. Suddenly there was the sound of cracking. The mother quickly got up as Madeline too tiptoed closer to get a look.

Madeline witnessed a miraculous event as cracks appeared on the egg, then multiplied until the shell finally shattered, revealing a precious baby dragon. Despite spending nearly a decade at the Romanian sanctuary, Madeline had never witnessed a dragon egg hatching before. She was filled with awe and wonder at the sight. Soon after, the other eggs started to shake as well and the mother dragon snorted with excitement, whilst nudging the first little one out of its shell.

Without delay, Madeline dashed outside to search for the guys. Luckily, they had already realized she was missing and were on the lookout for her. When Madeline emerged from the bushes, Harry spotted her and signalled the others to join her.

"Thank goodness we found you, Madie. We thought one of the bloody death eaters might've kidnapped you," Ron said.

"Guys! I found something really cool! You've got to see it, but be extra quiet," Madeline said in one breath, quickly pulling Harry, Ron and Edward to the bush.

Before going through the foliage, she put a finger against her lips and walked through the leaves. The boys shared a look of confusion before Harry shrugged and followed Madeline along with Edward and Ron behind him.

Their jaws dropped in amazement as they gazed upon the scene before them. The mother dragon was lovingly attending to her newly hatched babies, with the third and final egg still nestled in the nest, yet to hatch. Madeline was crouched beside the two dragonlings as they waddled around. The dragon was still icy towards her but seemed to understand that she meant no harm.

But the second the boys tried to step forward, the dragon growled, her vivid irises darkening with anger. Lifting her head, she bellowed so loudly that all the guys stumbled back. Madeline quickly moved to caress the dragon, but she was still heaving with rage. One guest was fine, but 4 was an unwelcome party for her.

"Woah, girl! Easy, please, easy," Madeline gently stroked the dragon's scaly snout. The dragon initially gave Madeline a suspicious look but eventually appeared to calm down after she attempted to comfort it. She signalled the boys to come closer, and they tiptoed up to the dragon.

"Now, girl, it's alright. They're not going to hurt you. They're here to help you," Madeline whispered to the dragon. The dragon looked at the three men, who were standing as still as sticks. Then she laid down her head and looked at her dragonlings instead. The buys then let out a sigh of relief

"Blimey, Madeline! And here I thought we were going to be roasted like Mum's Christmas turkey!" Ron exclaimed, making the others chuckle.

"I still can't believe you found an actual antipodean opaleye here! Shouldn't they be New Zealand?" Harry said while walking toward the nest and egg with Edward.

"I'm not sure. But Whatever it is, we've got to get them to a safer place. With the babies, it's not safe here, nor is this climate suitable for them," Madeline said with concern.

"But where can we take them, there's no Australian dragon sanctuary," Edward pointed out.

"I might have an idea-

A loud crack was heard, and everyone turned their attention towards the remaining egg. There were a few cracks on it, and everyone waited with bated breath for the last little one to hatch. This little one certainly took its sweet time, slowly chipping away at the shell. Eventually, it made a small hole in the top of the egg and poked its head out. Everyone awed at the little guy who attempted to wriggle free but failed miserably. Edward picked cracked the remaining eggshell and took out the baby, handing him to his mother who gurgled happily.

"Looks like a happy family then," Edward concluded with a smile and the others agreed with nods.

"Then let's get them back to a safe place," Madeline said as she contacted the Ministry of America and England.

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"Hi, love! I'm so glad you're ba- WHAT IN MERLIN'S BEARD ARE YOU DOING WITH FOUR DRAGONS?!"

Madeline smiled sheepishly and said, "Surprise...?"

Charlie couldn't stop gawking at the sight in front of him. In front of him stood a magnificent Antipodean Opaleye, accompanied by three adorable babies.

"What, How, why, when?" Charlie asked with excitement and confusion on his face.

"Madeline found this mama and her nest in the forest where we were rounding up the death eaters. We couldn't leave them there, and so we brought them here," Harry said while trying to keep one of the babies from running away.

"And I would say that it's a bloody brilliant idea mate," Ron said, smiling proudly. He too had a baby dragon in his arms, although this one was asleep.

"Oh, I don't need you to convince me. I'm just shocked, is all," Charlie said with a smile and walked to the Mama dragon. She seemed uncertain and started to fidget and growl. But Charlie's careful steps and soft voice worked wonders on her and within seconds she grew fond of him.

"How about you guys go and sit in the living room, we both can take the little ones and Mama to the sanctuary," Madeline suggested. The guys nodded and let the three little ones follow their mama. Madeline walked behind them, making sure none of them would get lost.

Charlie and Madeline closed the gates to the grove enclosure where the dragons would reside. Madeline was fond of the little dragons and kept playing with them, while Charlie had a constant smile on his face that made his cheeks hurt. He had been searching for an additional dragon to join the two already present in the sanctuary. The sight of the previously empty sanctuary now housing dragons filled him with excitement and joy. It made his heart beat with renewed life and his eyes sparkle with delight. This unexpected surprise was truly the best he could have hoped for.

[childotkw]

I read after a while the new chapter of Consuming Shadows and I was shocked and surprised by everything that happened. And of course, there was no lack of my doubts that I've come to dispel with misery because I really went blank with everything hahahahahksf.

1- Will Voldemort blame or feel great resentment/hatred for Hadrian for killing his snake? This doubt has me gripped because as you mentioned both are special to Voldi; both Hadrian and Nagini, so I didn't hesitate to wonder if Voldemort's feelings of appreciation for Hadrian will be able to make him rethink that Hadrian truly didn't want to kill the snake and will prevent Tom from doing something that will cause harm to Harry.

2- Did Minister Simone not already know beforehand that Hadrian Evans was actually Harry Potter, I missed a second on that one.

3- Regulus Black was mentioned earlier in the story wasn't he, sorry for the question, but I have so much time without reading over and over again CS so as not to be consumed by the anxiety of slow updates that I've forgotten a lot of things hahaha.

1) Voldemort will have conflicting emotions regarding Nagini and what happened to her. He's angry, understandably, and upset - but it's so very hard to blame Hadrian for his actions when he's doing all this against his will. The logical part of Voldemort knows that Hadrian is not truly the one at fault, but logic has little control over grief. It'll be messy, and one of the reasons for their inevitably parting.

2) Simone did not know Hadrian = Harry. She suspected there was stuff going on with him, and that he had a lot of secrets, but she hadn't made the leap to him being a British refugee. She didn't know that Hadrian and Voldemort were as heavily involved as they are, either. She knew Voldemort was interested in Hadrian, but she thought it was as a recruit - not romantically or ~sexually~ 😉. So she was completely blindsided by everything that was revealed to her.

3) Regulus has only had one mention so far in the conversation between Narcissa and Sirius - they both blame each other for his disappearance (since they don't know the details and aren't 100% sure he's dead, even if they both suspect it). Sirius hanging around Death Eaters (and Rabastan in particular) brought his thoughts around to his little brother though.

[rosewood-writes-and-reviews]

Just because I simply wanted to do it and not because someone asked, I decided that I wanted to list everything I like and dislike about my favorite characters. Link to original post (OP deactivated their account, so I’m using the link of one of the reblogs):

I’m gonna start with V since me scrolling through the “dmc v” tag is how I came across this.

Favorite Thing I Like About Them: His design. I am a sucker for gothic/emo designs, not to mention the awesome tattoos, so seeing V’s design drew me in. And so it began my thirst for this goth man whore.

Least Favorite Thing About Them: I barely have anything bad to say about V, but the closest I can think of is the fact that he got such a nice alternate costume in a GACHA GAME. I hate Gacha games because they are the most obvious boring and bland money grabbers and the fact that the only time he officially got an alternate costume is in Devil May Cry, Peak of Combat.

Favorite Line: “Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle.” For… reasons 🤭. Okay but for real, that aside, I like his, “I have no name, I am but two days old,” line.

BrOTP: V and Nero, because technically, Nero would be interacting with his father in his 43 day old goth phase.

OTP: None. I’m indifferent to him (while I’m at it Vergil) being shipped with Lady.

NOTP: V paired up with Dante or Nero. I will move on before I make an unfunny Sweet Home Alabama joke.

Random Headcanon: He’s a messy eater with specific foods. Despite how gentlemanly and somewhat polite he is, things get messy if you give him a burger. Even if he starts to get it after like the 5th time.

Unpopular Opinion: I’m not sure if this is an “unpopular opinion,” since a lot of other people agree with this too, but nonetheless, I have no problems with V being his own character. It’s mainly because when I personally look at V and Vergil, I see two different people.

V is basically who Vergil could have been had that incident at their home not have happened or if he and Dante switched places. Vergil chooses not to open up emotionally or make himself vulnerable because he is an emotionally constipated power seeking blue demon, but V chose to be vulnerable in front of Trish and then Nero.

Even with that twist at the climax of DMC5, I will always view the two as separate characters.

Song I associate with them: Joke answer: Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica.

Serious answer: Tourniquet by Evanescence (I thought long and hard about this one and could not come up with anything else).

Favorite picture of them: Fanart wise? @orosuz who drew very cute artwork of Shadow licking V’s cheek affectionately.

Officially? That one Visions of V panel I reblogged under my “goth poet (my dmc v tag)” where he’s eating cooked demon meat and saying, “this tastes vile” while he’s STILL eating it.

[veryimportantsparkles]

Here's the current team! Dillia, BellaBella, and Maria had their designs already but Steely, Hopscotch, and Daniel are new. I did them as lil chibis because it's faster and easier. Every one of them is a remembered, resurrected Pokemon from my old gen 2 game, except for Daniel, who was this cartridge's sacrifice when I reset the original file.

Dillia - Strong and reliable and a little bit edgy. I've always thought of the Totodile line as inherently feminine because mine was a girl, but they're still big crocodile monsters. She's tough and ready to fight, hanging at the back of the party to step in if the others can't win a battle.

BellaBella - The most reliable Vine Whipper in early Johto where everything else just has Tackle. A battle prodigy who walks fearlessly into danger; sometimes her confidence gets her into trouble. She seems pretty and ladylike but has bad table manners. Bella and Dillia are both messy eaters and everyone else thinks it's gross.

Maria - Easygoing and forgiving, waited very patiently to reach the name rater when I accidentally gave her a boy's name at first. Enjoys jogging at night. Thinks she should do something new with her hair but never decides on a style.

Steely - I remembered having a Pidgeot with Steel Wing but couldn't recall a name, so 'Steely' is a half-remembered resurrection. He doesn't remember much of his previous life, but he's pretty sure he always lived a happy, uncomplicated existence. He likes battles and strives to get better at them, but doesn't come off as an aggressive guy.

Hopscotch - I absolutely knew I had a Jumpluff in my champion team but that he was useless. I just needed someone who could use Flash and he was terrible in battle. He also didn't have a nickname...that I can remember. Hopscotch is content with a life on the sidelines but I'm a better trainer now (and moveset options are much better in 4th gen) and I might be able to pick a moveset that brings out his full potential.

Daniel - I got my Soul Silver cartridge used, and its original owner was apparently named Daniel. He last saved his game in the middle of Union cave, with a Bayleef and 4 underleveled catches. I shuffled those Pokemon into my Platinum cart and left Soul Silver with one resident, a Slowpoke named for Daniel. In my new file, I've recaught him.

Edmond's namesake left behind a fully completed game. Edmond grew up in the shadow of someone who knew what he was doing. Daniel...might have been a little kid? Or simply someone who quickly got bored with Pokemon. Additionally, most of my 'world sacrifice' Pokemon have some kind of unhappy memory from being deleted then reformed. But in this Soul Silver run, my entire team is made of resurrected Pokemon from a dead Game Boy cartridge, so that's not special. Plus, this time I picked a Slowpoke, a species well known for experiencing pain on a five second delay.

So I think Daniel might not have noticed I deleted him? I'm dreading the day he figures out what happened but for now he seems to be a happy enough kid. This team of longtime companions have reunited and their task is to carry young Daniel up through to the championships to honor his sacrifice and stabilize the world. I hope they can raise him well.

I gave him a jacket modeled after his namesake's starter Bayleef, as sort of a protective charm to carry him through. Maybe I'll choose to trade that Bayleef back in to keep him company? I don't know, I have options.

And a side note: I don't remember what my original 6th Pokemon was, in the slot Daniel is occupying. I think it MIGHT have been a Magmar, but I'm not sure. I'm just going to play through the game and see if anything jogs my memory.

[dawn-of-worlds]

(Omeara starts her turn with 2d6+3(rebate) -> 3,1+3 = 7 power.)

It was upon the peak of Balach-Tur that Ohm emerged, and it was there that it first tasted the many foreign delicacies of the surface. Here, the soil tasted... sweeter. Baked, almost, with a sort of diurnal zest to it. With a... what was that? A hint of... sidereal essence? Oh, yes, the palate was simply exquisite. This was earth that would satisfy an average worm for life, Ohm thought. But Ohm was no normal worm. No, not at all. Ohm was a special worm, and it had a proportionately special job.

Between bites, Ohm looked around. It could see no signs of beings like its Mother, nor any signs of their handiwork. So, it did as it was told and began to crawl, and slither, and inch down the side of the mountain to the vast waters of the sea.

As it went, it sampled new delights: things that had been stuck between the earthen fibres of its Mother's mighty cloak and had since taken root in the virgin soil of Morne. Ohm ate the first ________, ______, and the _______. Even the precious ____-_______ succumbed to its maw; so beautiful was it that surely Men and Atai would have sung of it a thousand thousand songs, but, alas, all things eaten by Ohm are forgotten, and now only the empty space where it once was is evidence that it ever was at all.

But Ohm is - truthfully, tragically, thankfully - a messy eater. And so, as it ate it left behind crumbs of those things, which remained and persisted and took root. Forests of conifers rose from those cast off crumbs, as did the ferns that cowered in their shadows, and some even clung to Ohm's hide, sprouting from the scraps that stuck to it. It left behind grooves between mountain and sea, too, which would one day become rivers, and the beds it carved to rest in became lakes, until all of Morne was sampled and all of Morne was seen.

Once Ohm was certain it had surveyed all there was, it perched upon the peak of Balach-Tur once more and peered beyond. There it spotted a land across the water - Incarien - and began to crawl, and slither, and inch to its foreign shores.

Incarien tasted different, Ohm thought, but no less delicious. It had a delightfully full flavour to it: raw orogenic flesh with a smoky aftertaste, drizzled with seasonal showers and seasoned with sea salt. This, Ohm new immediately, was a dish made by a chef he'd not yet patroned. So, it did as it was told and began to move along the coast, eating all the while.

For many suns and many moons Ohm travelled and tasted the barren shores and saw nothing save those rough shapes formed by another's hand. However, behind it, always behind it, crumbs fell and took root and painted the bare canvas with life. Grasses bloomed, nurtured by the coastal rains, and pioneering trees grew tall and proud. When it had reached the western shore a baleful and cold wind blew, and it caused Ohm to shiver. As it did, many of those ancient conifers which had long since grown to be mighty things upon its hide fell, and dense forests of pines and cedars and redwoods rose from their broken lengths.

Finally, very finally, having nearly circumnavigated all of Incarien, Ohm saw the works of Others. Dense, steaming jungles, both to the south and east. A veritable buffet of bird songs and colourful flowers and tangled and dense underbrush plump with tiny creatures and raw verdancy. Ohm drooled. All needed to be tasted. All needed to be forgotten.

(Omeara(?) uses Shape Climate to make a temperate coastal region around Morne and Incarien, uses Shape Climate again to sweep cold down from the north and create boreal-like environs, and uses Shape Land to make coniferous forests around Morne and Incarien's coasts, with a notable density on the western coast of Incarien where the water currents are warm and rainfall is most plentiful. 7 - 3 - 2 - 2 = 0 power remaining.)

[spindrifters]

Hey I don't know if it's too late for the directors cut thing but just in case ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Or your thoughts on peters or madame Pomfreys role in the story :) 🧡

Yes yes, definitely not too late! And I love this ask. Let's talk about Peter, shall we?

This was an interesting one to tackle, because I will never not write him as anything but a good and close friend to the other three during their school days. That's what makes the betrayal in canon so profound. Otherwise it just doesn't work. But the canon divergences in marginalia accounted for three new factors at play: 1) Fewer students at Hogwarts resulting in stronger inter-house closeness. 2) Peter's social status. 3) The mounting conflict ahead looking very different from the civil war in canon. All of these complicate Peter's role in the story.

1) Fewer students at Hogwarts resulting in stronger inter-house closeness.

In canon, there are at least around forty students per year, maybe even twice that if you buy into the idea that Harry's class was notably small due to being a war generation. We know that Peter -- for better or for worse -- is a follower. He latches onto his friendships with James and Sirius and Remus, with whom he shares a house and dorm. That's an easy clique to fall into. In this AU, there aren't eighty or even forty students in their class. There are fourteen. Which means it's going to be a lot easier for Peter to make friendships with people who aren't James and Sirius -- though he does spend his early years feeling more comfortable sticking to them. But he's also going to be close with Marlene, who functionally takes Remus' place as the fourth Gryffindor in their year, and with Fabian and Pandora and Dorcas, who they've all become friends with, and so on and so forth. Fundamentally, the result is that it becomes a lot easier for Peter to stand on his own two feet and feel comfortable in his skin. This means that, by the time Remus shows up, Peter doesn't exactly view James and Sirius with the air of hanger-on hero-worship he might have in another world. He understands that they're each other's best friend, and is still quite close with both of them -- particularly James, who he grew up with -- but he does have other friends, too, so the dynamic is altogether less codependent than in canon.

2) Peter's social status.

Peter is pureblood. In both canon and this AU, this puts him at the top of the social food chain, but the contexts of that look very different. In canon, purebloods largely feel threatened by the liberal policies that allow half-bloods and muggleborns equal legal status to them, resulting in the pushback that is the Death Eaters. In marginalia, that equal status was done away with a long time ago. Peter has never felt any pressure whatsoever from family or peers to be particularly nasty to servants or muggles, because why would he? As a result, it's easy for him to think of himself as an ally for doing sort of the bare minimum, and I do see Peter as analogous to the white people who were all about anti-racist reading lists in the wake of the 2020 BLM protests. "I've done the reading, I've done the work." So long as it doesn't disrupt his comfortable life in any way, though he hasn't self-reflected quite enough to understand that. Which is why he's never going to be as close with Remus as the others.

3) The mounting conflict ahead looking very different from the civil war in canon.

The first wizarding war is a guerilla street conflict. It's messy and unpredictable and consists of two shadow organizations pitting different ideologies against each other. In marginalia, no one really knows that there's a conflict mounting, unless they're actually part of Phoenix. This means that while James has been intentionally inducted into the fight -- and now Remus and Sirius by necessity -- Peter is still blissfully unaware and (at the time of me writing this) on a family holiday in Mallorca. In canon, he gets swept into the Order through his association with his friends, and you can interpret the reasoning there as you want, but I do like to think he's a Gryffindor for a reason and went in with a pretty idealistic and naive concept of what violence is, only to be disillusioned later on and make terrible choices as a consequence. But without that tangled codependency with his friends, it's just not going to happen the same way.

These are my very long and slightly scattered thoughts, and I hope they made sense. 😎

[tasteofdeathao3]

Agere What We Do In The Shadows (2014) headcanons? 👀

OKAY I actually have so many of these but quick disclaimer I can't remember which ones I got from the anon's from tinytinybumblebee so

in my hc Anton and Viago are each others cg's and trade off taking care of each other - Viago is much more open to the concept whilst Anton can be quite a bit shy when it comes to being tiny.

Anton:

Regresses from about 0-5, pretty embarrassed about being so small, especially as the alpha of his pack, so he rathers to just curl up next to Clifton or Stu and pretend he doesn't need anything someone that tiny would (of course, the second he finds out, Viago gives him everything someone that teensy tiny could ever want or need).

definitely a pup, loves to chew on things, prefers squeaky chew toys over babydolls or legos (though he still likes them anyway).

definitely likes to play 'Alpha', using baby dolls and teddies to act as his 'pack' as he tucks them into bed or tries to feed them imaginary food.

definitely a cuddly baby. needs cuddles to get through the day. will accept being squished but if you don't give him cuddles you will find a little pup trying to wiggle himself face first behind you on the couch.

when he's big he struggles a bit with his wolf instincts (chasing sticks, howling, barking, etc) but when he's tiny? all that goes out the window. If a car is banging and revving down in the street you know he's at the window barking and howling before Viago can pull him away. Viago has to buy him a harness because every time he sees something 'cool' on a walk he just has to chase it, and Viago can't deal with the stress of a lost pup again.

He chews on literally everything. like everything. shoes, furniture, toys, clothes, anything he can get his sharp little teeth on. The vamps and the pack conspire to get him a mouthguard so his sharp werewolf teeth can't eat the table legs and give him splinters again.

whenever he's too small to be comfortable around the pack Viago scoops him up and flies him to the vampire's 'flat'. Despite both their aversion to werewolves, both Deacon and Vladislav quite like Anton, giving him scratches behind the ears and not minding when he presses up against their legs, asking for a cuddle as they watch pre-recorded daytime tv.

he is still a puppy, so sometimes he 'bites' - or really just kind of mouths with tiny bit of teeth - on people's hands or ankles. Deacon absolutely despises this, tries to scold him until one of the other vampires sees and tells him off for it. Vladislav doesn't mind so much.

must be warm. requires every blanket and beanie and pair of socks and pair of mittens in order to sleep, including the air conditioner set as high as possible and an electric blanket to curl up on. it especially help when he wants a cuddle from Viago, who's essentially a 'living' ice pack.

sleepiest baby alive. most of his time spent small is spent curled up fast asleep

Viago:

regresses less often than Anton but doesn't hide it at all, so even though Anton slips quite often, most people see Viago tiny and assume he's just easier to slip. He's closer to 3-6 but occasionally slips a bit further

Most often regresses with the vampires and clings to Vladislav's side, but love love loves when he can be tiny with Anton over at the pack house.

He's also a biter. With anton it's more just instinctual actions of affection whilst Viago either does it accidentally or on purpose because he's feeling cheeky.

he often pierces the nipples of his bottles - he's enough of a messy eater when he's big, but the second he's small it's a disaster. Deacon insists on feeding him with those guinea pig bottles with the metal mouthpiece, but it hurts viago's fangs the first try and Vladislav bans it from the house.

He likes to play very intricate games, roping in anyone in the vicinity to join in and help his dollies and barbies and action figures fly around

He's very well behaved - he certainly gets into trouble often but he doesn't mean to. he just needs to be supervised and he's the loveliest little boy ever.

he can get spooked easily, and has spent a good few nights curled up in Deacon's arms upside down and wrapped up with Vladislav after he'd sent all those strange women out of his room.

Vamp teeth do eventually wear down, and Viago is always left teething on rubber rings and Vlad's fingers while his new fangs are growing in.

when the time comes, Anton and Viago do regress together and get the fun sleepover/cousin treatment. Vlad and Deacon help Anton make a little nest to sleep in and let Viago join him for his nap, they get to go out on walks and have to take a bath when they inevitable get all muddy. Feeding Anton is a bit of a struggle for the vamps, who haven't eaten proper food in years, but they get most of it in him with little issue.

Viago is the little brother of the pack and Anton is the teensy baby of the vampire household.

also the others and what I see them as:

Deacon: occasionally regresses, mostly just a cg

Vlad: cg

Nick: tiny

Stu: tiny

everyone in the pack regresses to some degree, the lower in the pack hierarchy the more often and vice versa. it's good for the pack to be able to take care of each other, like a weird group exercise.

I actually have no ideas for what they would call each other like idk who would be the papa they all have such different vibes yk

[valentines-wh0re]

Bryn and her father (Alu) headcanons.

-As a child, Bryn found comfort in his coat or whatever he had on at the time. When Van Hellsing would try and be harsh to her, she would hide in his coat and she’d never be found, as i feel the black coat interior led to a shadow void area where Toddler Bryn would take naps.

-One thing they DO have in common is being messy eaters. Bryn cleans herself up more quickly though and excuses herself after she massacred a man. Sometimes with human food she can get messy. Not on purpose, she doesn’t go ham on it, she tries to keep herself clean. “Human food is just so messy..”

-The only person who gets hugs from Alucard is her. I mean he COULD give them to Integra and Seras but, that would be sort of outta character. And plus, he loves his daughter dearly. He gets sad when she returns back to her home and doesn’t visit for a few weeks.

-Bryn and Alu do play fight, and it’s hilarious. Integra has to tell them to be quiet because all you hear is:

*CRASH* *SCREECHING AND LAUGHING*

-During the events of Hellsing, they had a rocky relationship. After Luke passed, Bryn would not go out to see him. Anytime he came near, she would shudder and start crying. She would stay in her coffin and sulk. However it escalated once or twice where they got into verbal arguements.

Their relationship started healing around the ending of Hellsing, as before Alu “died” Bryn cried for her father not to leave. And that she was sorry, but he said she didn’t need to say sorry, as he understood at the time that she was in emotional pain, and she was grieving hard.

-Redemption! Arc. Timeee.

When Alucard returned after 30 years, and saw that Bryn was 1. Pregnant, and 2. Luke Valentine was looming over her, a ring on the couple’s fingers, he was….upset but understood that if she was happy, then he was happy too. He didn’t take it well as he grabbed Luke by the collar abd threatened Luke that if he ever hurt Bryn and his expecting grandchilderen, he would be put 6 ft under, part 2.

(Luke getting Bryn pregnant was Luke’s MASSIVE middle finger to Alucard, basically saying “Haha, i fucked Alucard’s daughter. I got SOME rank.” But he also just wanted kids aswell. They had been together for 30 years so, yea. )

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.13 (2/2) ~

*CLOCK RINGING!*

Tsugumi Harudori : (yawns) Aw man. Last night, attacking the bad guys was a pleasant wild night for me that I was the masked warrior, but eventually, I wielded a powerful Halberd in my hand because being hero is that easy. (enters the bathroom to look into the mirror) I am so much in pain last night. I've taken my medicine last night and I get the strangest feeling that I was that masked warrior that fighting the threat of all...I need something to do with my hair. It's gone messy around! (Wings flapping) Hmm? Strange, I don't remember a bird flapping it's wings before, but I do believe that I heard flapping in my wings or something grew out of my...!?

*DBZ SFX : SURPRISE!*

Tsugumi Harudori : What's going on?! How did these wings grew out of my back? Am I a demon, a dragon or something? How did this happened before? That mask! (flashbacks of Tsugumi carrying Meta Knight's mask along) I knew that the mask I received has the power to turn into this! This is...the birth of a new hero? Oh man! This is weird, how do I get it off!? Wait a sec, if I can revert these bat-like wings on the back of me, I could really-(suddenly, the wings turns into Meta Knight's cape to cloak herself) What? How did these wings turn into a...What's going on? How did I not know these powers?

Doc Waruyama : Meta Knight's Cape has the power to transform into wings! (laughs evilly)

Tsugumi Harudori : Deja Vu! This must be the power of a warrior's cape and mask! This is incredible! I'm finally becoming the hero of my own story! Now then, heading to eat breakfast!

(cuts to Tsugumi heading towards the dining table)

Tsugumi's Mother : Ohayou, Tsugumi. Today's the test. Did you finished your studies?

Tsugumi Harudori : Sure did! I finally able to ace it on my own and I didn't overdue it. So, you have my toast ready?

Tsugumi's Mother : Of course, it's ready. By the way, I heard that a masked hero have defeated a lot of bad guys and crooks that were severed. And I believe that the people discovered that is was a warrior that it's cape has transformed into wings.

Tsugumi Harudori : Masked hero...wings?

(images shows Tsugumi fighting the bad guys and gangs)

Tsugumi Harudori : Oh, you don't wanna know, ma. It's just an excrusion to thinking that a Warrior appeared in the other day. But I believe it maybe a sign for a warrior. I hope it might return one day, or probably it's just hiding somewhere in the shadows. That's on me. So anyway, I'm heading off to school.

[Metro City (Day) - Yutaka Minobe]

Tsugumi Harudori : (leaving the house, while holding her toast with her teeth) Okay, ma! I gotta get goingl! See ya later!

Tsugumi's Harudori : Okay, sweetie! See ya after school!

"I'm Tsugumi Harudori. I'm only 14 years old and I'm an otaku fan that is notably for being a great designer of science fiction models like Gundam, and many other sci-fi action figures. My suggestion that I was a kid who always believed in heroism and many heroes that lived in this country are superheros, but in that case, I'm a first year student that has been playing video games. But hey, at least I did girlish things for my friends tho."

"Ever since Soul Eater Mysteriously existed, there was something unknown to that place that had the weirdly symbols called the eyes of Kishin, but they weren't, they belong to a world called the Shadow Realm, and it's come to my attention that Soul Eater and world of it was really a facade to the Shadow Realm, alright."

"Detectives from all over the world were fighting crime to solve mysteries to uncover the secrets of Shadow Realm's whereabouts, heartless are creatures born from people's hearts, and they lurk in the shadows to have the ability to disguise their selves as humans that we all know. Believing that they might have a connection with the monster Zorc Necrophades, legendary dark one and creator of the Shadow Realm."

"Zorc has not been under the influence of Shinra Kuskabe, neither his son Death himself. He has been using the evil forces in Soul World as a diversion for demon vibe's galactic conquest. But hey, at least the world of light knows that it's Angel Vibe's duty to keep us out of the darkness ourselves. Hope anything that we may have a brighter future ahead of us."

[Bell Tolls]

Teacher : Alright, students. Please be seated and we will now begin the test. Now, Please open your textbooks...

[PigeonBlood Ost : Discretion]

Tsugumi Harudori : (in mind) Hmmm...quite mysterious about that mask, I wonder what happened on that night.

(a flashback shows a possessed Tsugumi wielding a Halberd while attacking the criminals)

Tsugumi Harudori : (in mind) Nothing's too much about it. All those people I killed, it was definitely me alright. I don't know why I killed those people from the powers of that mask. So familiar. Did I do something weird, or was it killing bad ones was just a test to find out how did that mask gave me the power of these wings? Especially, I'm just nervous about that I am aware of these powers I didn't even know what's gonna happen if I did something wrong in Tokyo.

(later cuts to Tsugumi outside at the rooftop, looking at the clouds)

Tsugumi Harudori : So, about having a mask that is so rare to wear it. I wonder who gave me it to me? Can this be a gift from another warrior, or was this my test to be worthy for the hero I wanted to be in my own story, my true story. (looks at Meta Knight's mask) Nothing much, it's just a mask that doesn't have any much powers, tho I might right or wrong, it's my choice to be the hero that I wanted to be.

Tatane Meme : What are you doing out here, Tsugumi!

Tsugumi : YIKES! Meme-chan! What are you doing here?

Tatane Meme : I just wanted to drop by and to see how are you doing to get a crisp-clear view of watching the sky. It's pleasant that I wanted to have my lunch with you. I already I got mine.

Tsugumi Harudori : I got myself some lunch. My mom made it for me.

Tatane Meme : So anything happened last night?

Tsugumi Harudori : Yeah, I don't know what on that night. I believe the masked warrior wielding axe while wearing the mask was so mysterious, it made me killed all of those people that were threat to the innocence. But what if someone was just a somebody and I'm a nobody? If there was really a hero that existed, I don't know why Soul Eater existed in the first place? It's because of this stupid "Influence" caused by the Kusakabe.

Tatane Meme : But, Tsugumi, I did know! I did know it! Shinra was the one who brought that influence.

[PigeonBlood OST : Night Moorning]

Tsugumi Harudori : Meme-Chan, are you really sure about that?

Tatane Meme : Of course, Tsugumi-chan. That warrior who wielded the halberd and killed all of those people, it was...it was you. The one who gave you that mask, was a simply created by the masked warrior Meta Knight. He must've gave it to you as a part of your test to become a warrior and hero to them all. The news was spreading like flames when everyone heard that the masked warrior wielding the Halberd was called Sir Halberd Knight.

Tsugumi Harudori : Sir Halberd Knight? The warrior who fought alondside with him? Now I remember, that masked that I wore belonging to the original Sir Halberd Knight, who was once the rival to the powerful warrior that ever existed, Galacta Knight. He faced his enemies in combat and he wields a powerful halberd that has been passed down for generations. Eventually, due to his sudden disappearance, Meta Knight and the other knights have discovered a body that was a wounded warrior in battle with the wizard Nightmare or eNeMeE that was battling with a bunch of monsters, and I just found out that the body turned out to be Sir Halberd Knight himself, who was attacked by the hands of Nightmare himself. Meta Knight would never forgive him for what he did and Nightmare was imprisoned within in the Fountain of Dreams at Rainbow Resort.

Tatane Meme : So Nightmare did kill him, He did that before Marx did it to Meta Knight. It's no wonder villains are always up to their tricks and therefore, It's a bad thing that has ever happened to this world. We don't why villains were up to destroy the world, probably, it's much more likely then genocide or omnicide. No one in the universes saying they were gods, but what did you expected the stories about heroes and villains conflicting each other?

Tsugumi Harudori : Beats me. Criminals, terrorists, and vicious monster attacks that happened humanity this bad. Nobody knows that why Real World AU is being harmed by the Ohkuboverse, why did it existed in the first place? Can we all agree that being hero is nothing but life consuming work. I never wanted to join the school, to think I am a tool to Shinra's Kind. the Mabuki aren't created by the witches and their magic, it was only Alchemy as the secret ingredient. This was nothing more than a big cover up by Shinra's men of Influence.

(DOOR OPENS)

Tsugumi Harudori : ?! Thank goodness, someone has arrived. Anya Hepburn. I should be thanking you for...Anya, what happened? Did something did this to you? You spilled Tomato juice or is it marinara sauce that we needed for the mozzarella sticks?

Tatane Meme : Umm...Tsugumi-chan?

Tsugumi Harudori : What is it? (hears blood dripping)...Oh God! Anya! Anya! You're...You're bleeding! Anya! What happened!? How did you get yourself wounded!? Was there an accident at the school!

Anya Hepburn : *breathes heavily* That was no accident. It was an attack...from that masked warrior!

Tsugumi Harudori : An attack? What attack? Is it the heartless?

Anya Hepburn : It may have been the heartless, but there is someone else that did the job. There is a mysterious warrior that looks alike meta knight and he says that he's from the Mirror World. He wants to meet with you at the Track and field, soon as possible!

Tsugumi Harudori : Don't worry. I'll go meet someone at the track and field, I gotta the meet the bastard that is responsible for attacking my best friend.

Anya Hepburn : Hurry and find this masked knight that did this to me and others!

Tsugumi Harudori : Okay, Anya! I will! Meme-chan! You look after Anya, I'll go meet up with the warrior! I will show him what a true hero that can do! This is my moment to shine!

"You have gotten your courage to save lives and yet your heart says you have acknowledge the skill of a warrior. You are ready to save the innocence and protect those who are needed for a desperate plea for help."

"And the answers have been made by your brave actions."

"Go Forth, new Sir Halberd Knight! And be the bravest warrior that you truly are!"

~ Prologue 13 : Enter Sir Halberd Pt.2 ~