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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

#if i want to get realllly out of my comfort zone #i could talk about how my brain automatically started going 'ok this is how they interact with The Neighbors'#but i think. ill save that for now #listen listen for my whole life ive always kept my fan-ocs expressly separate from canon characters #i either put them far away from the action or in a different point in time entirely #but i can. i can have fun? with this maybe? its just a silly side thing... im playing with dolls...#i have Thoughts...#scribble salad #wh oc #welcome home oc #mairy will sometimes crush Difficult To Crush things to intimidate choice people #she's intimidating and she knows it! she'd rather be nice but sometimes a bitch has to get smacked #mairy: im a pacifist #mairy: *loading shotgun* however-#derry often steals casey's yarn for their own hoard #so casey has to go steal it back (or ask for it. either way derry makes a fuss)#I LOVE THEM. FUCK #i dont need any more ocs please... i already have several hundred...

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zodiacs-web · 1 year

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Can you make headcanons of jack the ripper, nikola tesla and qin shi huang taking care of his pregnant partner? How they would pamper her, protect her, etc.

Pregnant Partner HCs

╰₊✧ Jack the Ripper / Nikola Tesla / Qin Shi Huang x Gn!reader

╰₊✧ What's in the web: pregnancy, afab!reader, no pronouns for reader

╰₊✧ A/n: Accidently posted the request but I saved it. I'm also watching a video on blue orchard bees.

Jack the Ripper

He's the type of partner who always has an eye on you. He wants to make sure you're not pushing yourself if you ever feel sick or if your legs get sore. He doesn't want you or the baby to be hurt. He's doing all the work just so you can feel comfortable in the comfort of your home even if you insist on doing things yourself.

But sometimes he has to let you do things yourself so you can feel accomplished. Jack definitely carries your baby bump just to relieve the weight of it from your feet and overall self. Jack also sings to your baby, soft and precious vocals soothing the both of you.

When the days are too hard, he'll pamper you. Brewing you the finest tea, gathering/making all your favorite foods and massaging every part of your body until satisfaction. Yet behind that calm demeanor, he's worried to say the least. Worried if he'll become a monster, worried if he'll be able to protect you, worried about everything that will arrive.

Nikola Tesla

Nikola is the type of partner to build stuff to help with you during your pregnancy, he'll even involve you in those experiments. He even built the cradle that will soon hold your precious child in. Sometimes he has to go back to the drawing board if they fail.

His favorite past time is to go walking with you, hand in hand, just so you don't have to stay inside for too long. Worries that he won't be able to protect you yet miraculously does when an attack is forced upon the both of you. Now he won't leave your side when you ask to go outside.

Gives you affection and words of affirmation as a way to help you with the sudden burst of emotions. Honestly, he doesn't know how to pamper you so please expect Nikola trying his hardest to please you. Horribly massaging you, getting snacks you've never seen in your life and reading to you more often. Make him read it's a lot better.

Qin Shi Huang

Qin will definitely go all out, he's emperor after all, yet he won't go over the edge. He'll call his retainers and guards so the both of you can go shopping for whatever you need. No need for him to protect when the guards are there, but there are times when he does step in to help.

He buys a lot. There's an entire room dedicated to your child with books, toys and clothes just for the baby and you can't help but be so happy over it. Qin, unfortunately, buys stuff that won't be used until decades later, please remind him not to buy unnecessary items.

He loves placing his head on your bump and speaking to them. Qin will most likely pamper you and the baby, no need to get up from your spot, he will always be there for you. He loves massaging you just so he can get to feed his need to be close to you. Also yes, he does carry your baby bump.

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onenicebugperday · 4 months

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Hello! Happy new year! Today I bring you what I suspect is some sort of bee, I've seen it around my father's garden when daisies and marigolds are blossoming for a couple years now, I don't have really good pictures but I'm quite sure it has to be some type of bee, because the position of the wings and the body structure in general, it doesn't look like a wasp.. (for me, at least, I'm not a professional hghdjfk). I found a few pictures online (even some articles saying it's some sort of almost-extinct species!!) and the more similar species I found online is "orchard mason bee" but on google images they show v different type of dark/blue bees so idk :<

These pictures I took them myself, right one is the one where you can see the insect better and the left one is the one that shows what the colour looks like without a camera

Location is Argentina, El Bolson

Hi! Lovely little friends! These fellas are cuckoo wasps - probably in the genus Chrysis, but I'd need clearer photos to be more sure. They are similarly colored to orchid bees but have a very different body shape :)

#perromago #submission #insects #bugs #wasp #cuckoo wasp #Chrysis

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lionmom-svenomverse · 1 month

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Sharing the concept art for my Chryslestia family! Gonna have to snip a lot of HCs/notes so you can find the full thing over on my dA. Anyways, more info under the cut!

💙 Queen Celestia - Ruler of Equestria. Sun Deity. Royal Batpony Alicorn (With Heliacorn Attributes). Agender (She/he/it/they), Pansexual Demi 💙 Queen Chrysalis - Ruler of Equestria, Former Queen of the Changeling Hive. Reformed/Former Villain. Non-Reformed Queen Changeling. Nonbinary (It/xey/they/she), Bisexual Demi 💙 Princess Antlion Aphid - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Solar Astronomer/Engineer. Has anxiety. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Nonbinary (It/its and She/her mainly), Lesbian. Likes studying the sun, sundresses, large hats, hosting parties, yoga, calligraphy and diplomacy. Aphie is based off of antlion larvae, not so much aphids but it's a cute lil addition to her name. Special talent is using the sun to power technology! 💙 Princex Hercules Metalmark - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Armorer. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Agender (They/them and xey/xem mainly), Trixic. Likes puzzles/cipher cracking, keeping fit, fruit, fire, sappy movies, giving gifts and winter. Inspired by the Hercules Beetle and the Metalmark Butterfly! Special talent is crafting enchanted armor! 💙 Prince Joro Orb Weaver - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Seamster at Carousel Boutique. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transmasculine/Nonbinary (He/him, It/Its, She/her), Bi. Likes designing outfits, spoken word poetry, spiral patterns, fantasy shows/books, posters, journaling and social events. Inspired by the Joro Spider and the common Yellow Garden Spider/Orb-Weaver! Special talent is sewing outfits! 💙 Princex Tsetse Deathwatch "Click" Beetle - Princex of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Nurse. Gravedigger. Mute. Has autism. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Genderfluid (They/them and it/its mainly), Omni. Likes history documentaries, playing the guitar, baggy clothes, cemeteries, volunteering, birds and brownies. It was initially named "Princex Malachite" and based off of the Malachite butterfly, but since I've changed its' name it doesn't really resemble what its' currently named after: the Tsetse Fly and Click/Deathwatch Beetles. Special talent is healing creatures! 💙 Princess Venusta Orchard Mason - Princess of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Gardener. Builder. Farmer. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Transfeminine/Nonbinary (They/them and She/her), Aro/Sapphic. Likes worms, pottery, lemonade, architecture, foraging, climbing trees, falling leaves and making friends. She's mainly inspired by the strikingly blue Orchard Mason Bee, which I first saw around my early high school years iirc and fell in love with it. The other half, Venusta, comes from the Venusta Orchard Spider! The 'Venusta' part of their name actually wasn't initially there, but I thought it'd be a pretty edition, especially since the two bugs share the word 'orchard' in their names. Special talent is building strong structures! 💙 Prince Rosy Maple Brimstone - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Influencer. Disc Jockey. Party Thrower. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Intersex (He/him), Ace/Queer. Likes hyperpop/house music, makeup, bright colors, flea markets/antique malls, soap carving, blogging and raves. Rosy is mainly based on the Rosy Maple Moth, but the other part of his name comes from the Brimstone Butterfly! Special talent is DJing and music production! 💙 Prince Atlas Adonis Blue - Prince of Equestria. Heir to the Sun. Drag Queen. Royal Alicorn-Changeling Hybrid (With Batpony/Heliacorn Attributes). 35 y/o. Demiboy (He/him and They/them), Gay. Likes singing, the stars, glowsticks, finance, karaoke, collecting mugs, clubbing, glitter and cleaning. Atlas is of course inspired by the Atlas Beetle and the Adonis Blue Butterfly! Special talent is performing!

#venomverse #oresteiaverse #mlp #nextgen #fanchild #mlp nextgen #venomdraws #my little pony #mlp fim #chryslestia #princess celestia #queen chrysalis #antlion aphid #hercules metalmark #joro orb weaver #tsetse deathwatch 'click' beetle #venusta orchard mason #rosy maple brimstone #atlas adonis blue

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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I’m terrified of bees, wasps, and stinging insects in general. So if one of Colmei’s bee children buzzed up to me I would probably-

https://www.tiktok.com/@bbeabeee/video/7129097886352051502?lang=en (the sound of someone hitting a giant wasp with a metal bowl is honestly really satisfying ngl)

-Not because I have anything against Colmei or his kids, I just get surprised easily and would forget that the random bee hovering next to me isn’t trying to attack me.

[I WISH I WAS THAT BRAVE.]

NO, don't hurt his colony!!!

Colmei will immediately know when one of his colony members has been injured or killed, because the rest of the group will quickly pass signals around to their strongest member, him. Since Colmei sees you as his Queen, so do his bees/wasps/hornets, and they're very confused as to why you're making distressed noises when they try to interact with you!! Why did you hurt them?!?!

The beekeeper is very stressed about this and will quickly usher you away from the main hive. He needs to somehow make you understand that you're not in danger. He can guess that maybe you've had negative experiences with the varied species that are a part of his colony, especially because some are notoriously aggressive, but they're under his control. They work well together, like little puzzles pieces all molded together, loyal to him and you. Colmei keeps himself close to your figure as he calls the smallest bumblebee of his colony to his dark finger, allowing it to move into your palm. Colmei rubs your shoulders and tries to buzz in a soothing manner while the small insect explores harmlessly.

After a few minutes of this, a bigger one is called, then a honeybee, even a blue orchard bee. Then come the wasps, which albeit usually bigger, are just as docile as their counterparts. And, finally, hornets approach, poising next to the others curiously. You'll be surrounded by a third of the hive at some point. Not a single one of these insects appears agitated, though they do pause whenever your fear spikes, as if trying to make themselves smaller.

Colmei hopes you understand this demonstration for what it is, a sign of immense trust and acceptance. But, just in case the message isn't clear yet, you'll start to get little presents from the less busy colony members. Sometimes a tiny flower, other times small shiny things they can lift into flight. They also tried to give you a sugary yogurt they stole from someone...

#Beekeeper boie

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kryptid-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 13 - Revelations

As Y/N grows closer to Lucifer, he reveals what the hands of fate have in store.

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The heavy rain pounds against the colorful windows, the peaceful sound fills the otherwise silent room, occasionally interrupted by the deafening clap of thunder. The droplets of water race down the colorful depictions of the fall and rise of Lucifer, displayed in the stained glass windows, giving it an almost theatrical effect.

I stare out one of the few clear panes of glass, cozied in a comfy chair I had dragged into place. The view of the towering pine trees outside is distorted by the downpour and thick fog looming around. The sun is nowhere to be seen, the world only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning.

Sighing, I turn my attention back to the task at hand, rereading my favorite cheesy romance novel for the 14th time, never growing tired of it. I lose myself in the story of a girl from the city running into a creature of the night. She starts out frightened of the vampire, scared of what she’s capable of, but learns to see through her tough shell and love the woman beneath the fangs and mystery. I hum quietly, chewing on a strand of hair as I meticulously scan every word on the page, despite having them memorized already.

“I��m so booored,” Lucifer whines, stepping out of the shadows and leaning over the tall satin chair I reside in.

“And what would you like me to do about that?” I keep my eyes fixed on the book, not sparing him even a passing glance, but I can still feel him pouting behind me.

“Let’s go do something,” he suggests, leaning down to wrap his arms around my chest.

“Like what?” I gaze at him from the corner of my eye.

He gestures out the window, wordlessly planting the idea of going outside.

“It’s raining Luce.” I put my book down to look at him, giving him the attention he so badly craves.

“You say that like it's a problem.” He grins, holding me even tighter.

Without a moment to think, the world spins once again and I find myself in a completely different location. I grab onto his arms to hold myself up, my knees ready to buckle under my weight at any second. I keep my eyes scrunched closed until the dizziness wears off and the world feels stable.

“You have to stop doing that!” I growl, shoving him with annoyance, but he doesn’t even budge. Fully preparing myself for the torrential downpour of rain, I instinctively fold my wings over my head to provide what little shelter I can, but nothing comes.

He rolls his eyes, then looks at me eagerly like he’s waiting for my reaction.

The sound of birds chirping draws my attention and I lower my wings to take in my surroundings. I find myself in a stunning garden that goes on as far as the eye can see, unlike anything I've ever experienced. The world is painted vibrant shades of greens, blues and pinks, the color so intense that it feels like I'm looking through an enhanced filter. The sky, a pale blue with dozens of fluffy clouds and a shining rainbow.

The grass is perfectly manicured with little drops of dew from the rain clinging to each blade. Little bee’s buzz in harmony, hard at work pollinating each wildflower sprung from the ground.

A little stream runs down the hills, twisting and winding for miles. The water is so clear that you can see each tumbled rock fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The sound of water rapidly flowing fills the air and perched on mossy rocks along the bank are little green and brown frogs, lounging without a care in the world.

Hundreds of cherry blossoms fill the orchard in full bloom, the fragrant aroma taking over my senses. But in the middle of it all is one tree that looms taller than the rest. It's old, dating back at least a century. The branches twist and turn, similar to the body of a snake. And hanging from the lowest branch is one bright, shiny red apple.

“Where the fuck am I?” I ask, feeling a sense of confusion and wonder.

“It’s a garden I made for you.”

I slowly spin on my heels, admiring the beauty around me. He’s thoughtfully selected all of my favorite flowers, each one bringing back a distinct, pleasant memory. It takes my breath away.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Maybe it’s a bit mu-”

“No!” I interrupt him, “It’s beautiful.” I smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, his doubt melting away in a matter of seconds, replaced by pride. His wings perk up and a satisfied grin tugs at his lips. “Come,” he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulling me along.

The soft grass squishes beneath my boots as I follow close behind, a soft breeze flows through my hair.

He stops us at the apple tree that stands next to the creek, and sitting in its shade is a checkered red blanket, and a woven picnic basket. It’s like a scene out of a fairy tale.

“A picnic?” I raise my brow skeptically. I never imagined Lucifer to be the picnicking type.

He sits down on the blanket and pats it twice, gesturing for me to sit by his side.

I perch down next to him, tucking my wings behind my back and our knees touch ever so slightly. Just that one innocent little touch feels so intimate.

He pulls out two fancy crystal glasses, dipping them into the creek by our side and filling them with the clear water.

“Creek water? I think I'll pass,” I scoff.

He looks at me amused, like he knows something I don’t. With a snap of his fingers, the water turns into a rich amber color I could recognise anywhere. He hands me the glass with a pleased smirk.

“Cool party trick.” I admire the glass in amazement. “Taking notes from The Bible, are we?” I tease.

“Please,” he scoffs. “That dickwad learned it from me.”

I chuckle at the thought. I take a sip and my eyes light up as the familiar taste of Jack Daniels Whiskey burns my throat. “Mmm… You remembered,” I smile.

“I always do.” He wraps his wing around my shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I ask, nervously toying with his mesmerizing flight feathers.

“Hm?”

“Why am I here? I mean, why me? What makes me so special?” I scooch closer, patiently waiting for his answer.

“Because.” He effortlessly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his broad arms around me, “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?” My eyes widen and snap up to meet his.

“You were made for me Y/N,” he coos, holding my chin in his hand. His eyes lovingly gaze into mine. “A gift from my dad, a little peace offering of sorts.”

“That’s not possible…” I shake my head, unable to process the information being thrown at me. My hands shake, a myriad of thoughts and emotions bouncing around my brain.

“You feel the connection between us, the force that pulls us together, even when we're apart. The way our lives have always led to this moment.” He places a soft kiss on my cheek.

I sit in silence, stunned.

“You know it to be true,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t understand,” I murmur.

“Why do you think you dream of me every night? We’re bonded together, our fates intertwined for the rest of time.” He caresses my cheek ever so slightly.

“Luce…” my voice quivers.

“You feel that?” He asks, pulling me into his chest and I can feel the buzz of electricity stronger than ever.

“There’s a reason I shared my grace with you,” his cold tingly grace intertwines with mine that burns hot, creating a pleasant mix of sensations.

I stare up at him, too shocked to even blink. I’m finally getting the answers I so desperately craved, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

“Human lives are so fleeting and the thought of being without you ever again kills me,” his voice breaks, emotions getting the best of him.

“We’re destined to be together,” he pauses, “forever.”

The words play over in my head countless times, struggling to form some kind of response.

Images of my time with Dean flash across my mind, the way he held me when I needed him the most, the nights he slept by my side and held me dear, and the yearning I feel whenever I think of him. I can’t stop the feeling of guilt that burns in my stomach, like I’m betraying him, despite never even discussing any sort of relationship. I have feelings for Dean, that I'm certain of. But I can’t deny the chemistry I feel with Lucifer, the way every moment together feels so natural.

“This is a lot to take in Luce.” I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed.

“I know love.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Take your time, we have an eternity awaiting us.”

I nod my head and take a long swig of whiskey until the glass is nearly empty. The alcohol always did help me think. We sit in comfortable silence for what must’ve been hours. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the birds chirping and water flowing, my breathing becoming steadier. The warmth of the sun shines on my face, lulling me into a sense of relaxation. I mindlessly curl up in his lap and snuggle into his chest as the peaceful hands of sleep pull me close. The last thing I can remember is the feeling of his large silky wings wrapping around us providing me a sense of safety. And just like that, I drift off into peaceful dreams.

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mollyvega · 1 year

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My very first non-bumble bee. This blue orchard mason bee is a custom piece and will be flying off to their new home later this week. They turned out so much better than I had hoped. I definitely intend to make another one very soon. 💙🐝 💙

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cosmiclove-heavenstruck · 2 years

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Treacherous Games | Harry James Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: maybe some swearing (you never know around Ron), otherwise just fluff, pining, and crushing hard.

Summary: Harry is crushing on Reader during a match of Two-A-Side Quidditch.

a/n: Set in the summet holidays before Harry’s sixth year. This isn't a stand-alone oneshot but an excerpt from an unpublished fic. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes.

“And that’s how you catch a Quaffle, Ron.”

“Come on, one more round.”

“We really don’t want you to lose a seventh time.”

Overly confident, Y/N threw the Quaffle from one hand to the other, then passed it on to Harry, who was hovering ten feet away from her on his broom, grinning amusedly.

It was two days after they had gotten their O.W.L. results.

The air was buzzing with tiny, fluffy bumblebees and butterflies in iridescent colours, flying over the purple lavender bushes, wild blooming, deeply red corn roses, and a bed of catnip, which had become Crookshanks new favourite place to simply exist, slashing at bees from time to time. The orchard had dropped its overripe apples and plums into the high grown grass, making it a feast for wasps and the gnome family inhabiting the garden of the Burrow.

As the only one who did not play Quidditch, despite having been asked to join countless times, Hermione had created her own little oasis between a high grown beech tree and the door to the kitchen. She was sitting on a white and blue striped deckchair, her feet in a bucket full of cold water, an enormous, broad-brimmed straw hat on her head, and a thick novel her parents had sent her in her lap, occasionally leaning back and watching them play.

The sun was burning down on them; they had used up almost all of the sunscreen, and the heat-protection charm Mrs. Weasley had applied over the garden this morning was wearing off. The heat also brought out Y/N’s freckles, and if she had had red hair, she for sure would have passed as Ginny’s older sister. Y/N brushed a loose strand of hair that must’ve escaped out of her bun behind her ear.

It had grown over the last few weeks, now reaching past her collarbones and shimmering in a rich, warm brown tone. (Okay, maybe, she had used some magical shampoo to help the growing process before she had come to the Burrow for her summer stay, but that was a secret between her and her bathroom.)

“It’s not fair, I want to switch the teams up again,” Ginny complained. She had her arms placed on the stick of her broom, her red cheeks gleaming like round apples in the sun.

“We said we’d not switch teams within the day,” said Harry promptly, driving his hand through his hair. It had grown to a length where he could have pulled off a teeny ponytail on top of his head if he did not refuse so much to do so.

“Easy for you to say, you always get to pick Y/N while I’m left with this nutcase!” She said stubbornly.

She was right, though: It was usually Ron who got to pick his teammate first, and he exclusively chose Ginny, simply because she was the better player out of the girls.

“Blame Ron, not me,” He replied simply, still smiling. Harry definitely did not mind this rule at all, he had made it up after all.

“No, Ginny, look,” Ron said, trying to explain his seemingly brilliant tactic for the hundredth time, “you’re a good Chaser, I’m an excellent Keeper, it makes more sense that way. Technically, we should have a 100% chance to win all the –”

“You’re a rubbish Keeper! And they both got faster brooms –”

“I am not –”

“You are not playing well because you don’t have a prize to win at the end of the day,” interfered Hermione loudly, not looking up from her book. “You’ve got to play for something, like dessert.”

“More dessert sounds great,” Ron said, nodding. “I’m in.”

“You can’t just get more dessert when you win,” argued Y/N, “you always have more dessert than everyone else anyway.”

“She’s right,” Harry agreed at once.

“Then we’ll do it this way,” Ginny began, “the team that loses has to give up half of their dessert and cannot refill.”

“Why only half?” Ron asked.

“Because if we lose, it’s you who’ll give his dessert to Harry and Y/N, not me.”

Once the rules were set, they began to play the seventh session of Quidditch this afternoon. To no one’s surprise, Ron suddenly put all his effort into the game; Harry only managed to score once while Ginny’s aims were always successful.

After an hour, the evening sun was hovering over the fields now, casting long shadows, and Mrs. Weasley called from the steps of the backyard door that dinner was ready, and they should come inside now to clean themselves up.

“Hey, mum,” said Ron loudly, “what’s for dessert today?”

“Bill has brought ice cream for everyone,” She informed them. “Now come inside, you lot can help setting the table for once!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Y/N.

Ginny laughed, clutching the Quaffle underneath her left arm while high-fiving Ron with her right hand. Harry brushed his hair out of his forehead which was glinting from a thin layer of sweat.

“Now, I don’t care whose cup I’ll get,” said Ginny gloatingly as she flew back to the ground, “but if you haven’t decided until after dinner, I’ll just take the one that looks more delicious.

“We,” Ron reminded his sister, following her, “whose cup we will get. I didn’t play that well for nothing!”

Y/N turned her head to Harry, who was floating maybe three metres away from her, shielding her face with her hand against the bright sun and saying, “I’m not giving up my ice cream.”

“You didn’t hold any of Ginny’s aims,” he said, crossing his arms, leaning back. “It’s only fair if I get to keep mine.”

“You scored once because Ron sneezed,” said Y/N. “That’s not screaming impressive Quidditch player to me either.”

“Still more of an accomplishment though.”

“You’re the boy, don’t you feel bad taking away the girl’s ice cream?”

“That’s a bit sexist, isn’t it?” He tilted his head.

“Okay, how about that,” she said. “Since this is all based on playing Quidditch, let’s say the one who caught a Snitch the most recently gets the ice cream.”

“Oh, come on, I was banned!”

“That’s a bit your own fault, isn’t it?” She grinned.

“The ground to this bet was this game and you’ve just got to admit that I was better than you.”

“Never,” She said, grinning. “But I’ve got to admit that whoever gets to the kitchen first can tell Ginny whose ice cream she gets to have, so…”

Y/N nosedived down to the steps leading into the house, tossed her broom to the ground, and darted up into the hallway with a surprising speed; nevertheless, because he was blessed with longer legs and a faster broom, Harry caught up with her in a matter of seconds. Slithering over the floorboards in his white socks, he threw his arms around her waist before she could reach the kitchen and, since Mr. Weasley had waxed the floor this morning, lost his balance and pulled her down with him.

Frightened for a moment, Y/N yelped loudly and closed her eyes, waiting for a painful collision with the floor – thankfully, Harry had somehow managed to land first, wherefore she ended up on his leg instead of the floor.

“Ow!” He sounded like he really was in pain. Y/N quickly scrambled up from the hallway.

“Sorry!” She said and held out her hand to help him up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, taking her hand. It wasn't as calloused as his, and for a split moment, a warmth travelled through his veins that made him exuberant. “Nothing some ice cream couldn’t fix...”

She immediately let go of him and he slipped back down onto his ass, grinning to himself nonetheless. A sensation flooded her stomach at the look he gave her, but she had to stand her ground.

“You can’t run properly and now I’m the one who has to give up their ice cream? You’re playing a treacherous and malicious game, Potter, and I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re losing.”

“I know none of the words you just used.” Ron had appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, hands in his pockets. “Hey, why are you on the floor, mate?”

“I...fell,” Harry said, holding his back, as Y/N squeezed past Ron into the kitchen where Bill was stowing dozens of different-flavoured ice cream cups into the fridge. Ginny was watching him but turned upon Y/N’s entrance.

“So, who’s giving up their ice cream?” She asked, smirking mischievously and clapping her hands together.

“Harry,” answered Y/N promptly.

“A true gentleman, or as I’d call it, a stupid boy giving up a very delicious dessert,” She said, “Bill, what did you bring Harry?”

Bill closed the door of the fridge. “Dark chocolate and mint chocolate chip. I feel like I’m missing an important part of the conversation.”

“We played Quidditch earlier,” Ginny explained, “Ron and I beat those blighters and we’re getting one of their ice creams.”

“What you’re forgetting to mention,” said Y/N, halfway up the stairs to change into a different shirt, “are the other six times you lost.”

As she got back downstairs, everyone else was already outside, settling around the wooden table loaded with steaming dinner, cooled butterbeer bottles, and a few glasses full of French red wine (a gift from Fleur’s parents). Mrs. Weasley was hurrying around the table, distributing the last missing forks and knives.

“Ron, where are the napkins I gave you? And – Merlin, Ginny, we haven’t even started yet; at least wait for your father, he should be here any time soon...ah, there he is!”

With a loud BANG, Mr. Weasley appeared at the garden gate, accompanied by another woman: brown hair and blue eyes, holding a paper bag in her hands.

“Mum!” Y/N ran past the table towards the garden gate. “I thought you were working.”

“Eileen Adler took over my shift, and when I visited your father at the Ministry, Arthur invited me to dinner,” she explained, pulling her daughter into a hug. “And before I forget; congratulations on your O.W.L. results. Your dad and I are so proud of you.” She kissed Y/N's forehead and then handed her the paper bag. “I got something for you and your friends for your good grades.”

“Thank you, mum.” She hurried back to the table to unpack the gift with the others.

“Thank you, Mrs. Parker,” the three chorused, leaning over her shoulder to glance into the bag which held some chocolate and new quills for all of them.

“It’s not much, I know,” Mum said, “but most shops have closed over the last weeks. Really, Diagon Alley is a desert compared to three years ago. Except for your sons’ shop, of course,” she said to Mrs. Weasley as she sat down next to Bill, “it’s flourishing –”

“Ah, no spoilers!” said Ron loudly, “we haven’t actually been there yet.”

The mood of dinner swayed from peaceful and happy to heavy and depressing more often than any of them would have liked to; Mr. Weasley and Bill, both working for the Ministry, brought home stories of disappearances, odd accidents, even of deaths now appearing almost daily in the Prophet. Y/N’s mother too knew of these as she often had to treat the ones who survived attacks of dark magic at St. Mungo’s.

An hour later, Ginny, Fleur, and Y/N helped to clean the table and bring the desserts outside. Fleur performed a spell so that the ice cream of the adults flew dainty out of the kitchen while theirs stayed behind. Ginny was having trouble coordinating how to carry the three cups for her and Ron.

“What are you doing?” asked Ginny as Y/N filled half of her ice cream into a small, separate bowl.

“I’m being nice.”

“Shit, you’re so weird. It’s because you’re an only child,” she said, and ate a spoon full of Harry’s ice. “What? Ron inhales desserts, I have to keep up,” she explained herself.

“You amaze me,” said Y/N as she carefully cradled the bowls in her arms and walked out into the garden.

Mrs. Weasley had magically doubled her ice cream so that Y/N's mother could enjoy one as well. Right, that would have been much easier and effective than what I had done, she thought. Anyway.

“Here, surprise.” Y/N hovered the bowl of ice cream in front of Harry’s face before placing it onto the table and sitting down next to him again. He groaned and held his stomach.

“I wouldn’t have eaten so much if I had known…”

“I’m devastated you didn’t consider me your most noble, devoted friend who would go to such length of kindness as to share their beloved ice cream.” One hand on her heart, Y/N pretended to look shocked. A grin tucked at the corners of his lips.

“I have to reconsider then,” he said and took the bowl.

“Merlin, you sound like you swallowed one of Hermione’s books lately,” said Ron, rolling his eyes and spooning the whipped strawberry cream from his ice onto Ginny’s.

“Just because you can’t spell words like ‘devastated’ –” Hermione shot back.

“I did actually read your copy of Pride and Prejudice,” said Y/N, trying to prevent another one of their bickerings.

Hermione beamed at her, nudging her arm with excitement seeing as most times, she had no one she could actually talk about these novels with. “Really? Did you like it?”

Harry watched them talking. Just last week, he’d dreamed of the incident at the changing rooms last school year instead of anything related to the Ministry, and whatever he’d felt back then, it had been multiplied by ten and ran over him like a tsunami every other hour, and it was only getting worse when he saw Y/N sitting on a broom in shorts and tops all the time.

He took every opportunity to look at her when it wouldn’t be suspicious to Ron while simultaneously hoping that the longing feeling in his chest would release him because he knew whatever he was hoping and dreaming for, it could only ever be this: A dream.

It was ridiculous to think that now that he had opened up about the prophecy and there was a great chance of him dying, Y/N would ever come close to reciprocating his feelings…

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I guess it's time I share my list of birds from this past Jewish year (I've been keeping two Big Year lists, Jewish year and secular year). All are from the US, except the last few which are indicated.

1. Ruby-crowned kinglet

2. American Robin

* Leucistic American Robin

3. Song sparrow

4. Rock pigeon

* Melanistic rock pigeon

5. Chipping sparrow

6. Hairy woodpecker

7. Mourning dove

8. Northern flicker

9. Eastern towhee

10. White crowned sparrow

11. White-throated sparrow

12 Savannah sparrow

13. House sparrow

14. European starling

15. American Crow

16. Common Raven

17. Gray catbird

18. Northern mockingbird

19. Canada Goose

20. Spotted Sandpiper

21. American herring gull

22. Marsh wren

23. Limpkin

24. Great white heron

25. Cattle egret

26. Anhinga

27. Snowy egret

28. Great blue heron

29. Black-crowned night heron

30. Wood stork

31. Common gallinule

32. Blue-gray gnatcatcher

33. Turkey vulture

34. Black vulture

35. Yellow rumped warbler

36. Tufted titmouse

37. Little blue heron

38. White ibis

39. Cooper's hawk

40. Cardinal

41. Green heron

42. Carolina wren

43. Palm warbler

44. Pine warbler

45. Sandhill crane

46. Carolina chickadee

47. Bluejay

48. Osprey

49. Chimney swift

50. Red-tailed hawk

51. Prairie warbler

52. American kestrel

53. Glossy ibis

54. Pied-billed grebe

55. Double-crested cormorant

56. Grey kingbird

57. Brown pelican

58. Fish crow

59. Royal tern

60. Bald eagle

61. Painted bunting

62. American white pelican

63. Common grackle

64. Boat-tailed grackle

65. Great-tailed grackle

66. American purple gallinule

67. American coot

68. Brown-headed cowbird

69. Tricolored heron

70. Mallard

71. Black-bellied whistling duck

72. Eastern kingbird

73. Yellow-billed cuckoo

74. Muscovy duck

75. American bittern

76. Ring-billed gull

77. American Pekin

78. Mallard-Pekin hybrid

79. Eastern bluebird

80. Yellow-bellied sapsucker

81. Red-winged blackbird

82. White-eyed vireo

83. Mottled duck

84. Broad-winged hawk

85. Dark-eyed junco

86. Brown thrasher

87. Sharp-shinned hawk

88. House finch

89. Eastern Phoebe

90. Downy woodpecker

91. Fox sparrow

92. Loggerhead Shrike!!!!

93. White breasted nuthatch

94. Red-bellied woodpecker

95. Brown creeper

96. Pileated woodpecker

97. American goldfinch

98. House wren

99. Barn swallow

100. Tree swallow

101. Black and white warbler

102. Red eyed vireo

103. Yellow warbler

104. Mute swan

105. Rusty blackbird

106. Common yellowthroat

107. Warbling vireo

108. Northern waterthrush

109. Veery

110. Swamp sparrow

111. Wood duck

112. American redstart

113. Orchard oriole

114. Greater Yellowlegs

115. Lesser Yellowlegs

116. Baltimore oriole

117. Hermit thrush

118. Wood thrush

119. Ovenbird

120. Indigo bunting

121. Black-throated blue warbler

122. Scarlet tanager

123. Worm-eating warbler

124. Northern rough-winged swallow

125. Blue-headed vireo

126. Northern parula

127. Prothonotary warbler

128. Philadelphia vireo

129. Blackburnian warbler

130. Magnolia warbler

131. Cedar waxwing

132. Blackpoll warbler

133. Yellow-throated vireo

134. Eastern wood pewee

135. Acadian flycatcher

136. Tennessee warbler

137. Caspian tern

138. Laughing gull

139. Forster's tern

140. American oystercatcher

141. Green-winged teal

142. Purple Martin

143. Least tern

144. Field sparrow

145. Killdeer

146. Grey-cheeked thrush

147. Rose-breasted grosbeak

148. Great-crested flycatcher

149. Swainson's thrush

150. Bay-breasted warbler

151. Chestnut-sided warbler

152. Willow flycatcher

153. Ruby-throated hummingbird

154. Peregrine falcon

155. Hooded crow IL

156. Laughing dove IL

157. Eurasian collared dove IL

158. Eurasian jackdaw IL

159. Common myna IL

160. Rose-ringed parakeet IL

161. White spectacled bulbul IL

162. European bee eater IL

163. Chukar IL

164. Short toed snake eagle IL

165. White stork IL

166. Little egret IL

167. Pygmy cormorant IL

168. Eurasian hoopoe IL

169. Alpine swift IL

170. Graceful pinia IL

171. Eastern Olivaceous Warbler IL

172. Tristan's Starling IL

173. Fan tailed raven IL

174. Eurasian black cap IL

Here's to at least 200 next year!

#birding #birds #big year

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