#cosmos lovegood | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

abracadavra · 2 years

Text

✨ 🔮 👻 🧙🏼‍♀️

MUN INFO.

name/alias: azu. age: 21+. pronouns: he / him. timezone: ( mst ) gmt -7:00. discord: available upon request ! little trivia fact about yourself: i’ve been a massive pokémon fan since it came out in the usa... and i don’t see that changing anytime soon, to be honest. oh, and i also do drag and am naturally a huge fan of r*paul’s drag race. if you are, too, tell me all ab your fav queens! i’d looove to hear all about that!

CHARACTER INFO.

character name: ( 황미도 ) hwang mido. stage name: ( 루체 ) luce. age: 24, born 1997.02.21. zodiac sign: ☼ pisces, ☾ leo, ↑ gemini. group/band/position: solo_04.

info links or quick points about your character: bio & profile.

001. when creating hwang mido, i took a lot of inspiration from a girl i once worked with for a winter. though we didn’t know one another for long, i’ve always been really inspired by her, and she’s genuinely one of the coolest people i’ve ever met. aside from that, there’s a dash of luna lovegood personality-wise, and the rest is mostly just me filling in any gaps. she’s a dreamy mystic who loves talking to people, asking weird questions, ignoring boundaries, and living her witchy fantasy. she’s a muse i’m really excited to watch grow during the writing / plotting process!

002. she grew up in gurye county, south korea, but spent a lot of time in namwon, too, so she considers both of them her hometown. her grandparents are pansori performers, and she was constantly in attendance, so that’s where she first began to admire music and the performing arts in general. today, she utilizes the storytelling of pansori but adds a modern twist—focusing more on heartfelt lyrics and simplicity rather than over-the-top production value / technically strong vocals.

* tw, parental dealth, mental illness, suicide.

003. unbeknownst to her at the time, her mother suffered from postpartum psychosis after birth, and only a few months into her newborn’s life, she left this realm and entered the wild, expansive cosmos. her decision obviously devastated family and friends, but it also made them feel shameful due to how she chose to make her exit. mido’s family decided to keep everything a secret for many years.

004. when a classmate’s mother let it slip that that’s what happened to her, kids at school began to alienate her. they called her cursed, a witch, and a demon—literally believing that being her friend would lead to their deaths, too. middle and high school weren’t easy, and she grew to resent her family after finding out about her mother in the hallways at school, of all places. she still deals with that trauma.

005. she “ran away” from gurye when she was nineteen; not bothering to finish high school. she’d made friends online via soundcloud after posting some covers there. they convinced her to move to seoul and steep herself in the indie music scene. she heeded their advice. it was hard at first. she gave tarot readings curbside and busked for a long time before finding a lover ( possible connection ! ) who took her under their wing and truly helped her find her footing in the city.

006. when she’s in love, she dissolves into her partners; often mirroring their interests and changing herself in order to be more desirable to them. she does with friends, too. she likes to consider herself adaptable and interchangeable, but it can definitely read as artificial, or like she’s trying too hard. all the bullying she faced gave her a desperate need to fit in, so she does all she can to do just that.

* tw, infidelity, drug and alcohol use / abuse.

007. remember the lover from two points up ? yeah, she cheated on them a few different times, and also would get really messy at the clubs in hongdae. she was so new to all of it; having been so sheltered in a small town as a kid. she loves feeling good and having a good time, and she hates confrontation / making people upset, so she’d say yes to everything. she really loves the highs that drugs give her, the buzz alcohol creates, and the pleasure sex brings. she’s indulgent in that way.

008. she hasn’t spoken to her lover and their mutual friends in ages, and took time away to sorta reflect on the mess she created / the mess she became, and invested time into herself by making a living at a saju café, improving her music-making capabilities, and remaining as sober as possible. however, after a mixtape of hers created ripples online, she’s started live sets in hongdae and is terrified that she’ll run into her old crowd, but is adamant on trying to make her dreams come true.

plots or any development you’d like to see for your character:

001. the main plot point i’d love to explore is the dynamic between mido and her ex-lover, and if they’re not within this rp, dealing with their mutual friends / people who were aware of the falling out they all had would be dooope ngl. i left the gender of the person flexible as she’s bisexual and loves all people of all identities, so literally anyone can inquire about it! the relationship took shortly after she arrived in seoul and it turned romantic over time, but pretty quickly all things considered. specific years would be ~2016 to ~2018-ish.

002. branching off from number 001, she cheated on this person towards the mid-to-end of their relationship with a few different people, so those connections are open too. any gender and pretty much any age so long as we’re comfy! infidelity is involved, so only inquire if that is something you’re okay with exploring / writing. totally understand if not! note, they didn’t have to have sex. it could’ve been lots of making out / emotional cheating, too.

003. as she’s a mess who needs a little “supervision” despite being a grown ass woman, i would looove to have an individual who’s more of a benevolent / good influence on her. as she’s trying really hard to remain sober now that she’s entered the indie scene again, they’d be a shoulder for her to lean on when times get rough. she’d do her best to be there for them, too. she’s flawed, but a good friend.

004. opposite of above, some bad influences that encourage her to take a shot or smoke some weed or drop some lsd would be pretty cool, too, just to fuck things up a little. it’ll be a lot for her to dip her toes into those waters again, but the temptation’s high and she’s one of those people that’s easily led, so...

005. general connections like friends, enemies, friends-with-benefits, collaborators, etc. are always encouraged, too. i find that these connections are easier to build in plotting so while i have nothing specific to offer, i’m up for any ideas depending on the muses / their chem! i like the idea of collaborator / fwb blend, or even friends from her past who didn’t like her giving her a second chance, or literally whatever else fits. just gimme, gimme, gimme all of it! ♡♡♡

#〈 𝐇𝐌𝐃 / INTRO.#UG.TALK #me: tries to be brief. also me: rambles on and on forever. 🙃#can't wait to dive in with all of you! lmk if you'd like to plot! ✨

11 notes · View notes

aidanchaser · 2 years

Text

October 31, 2021: Glitter and Stars

Her dress was dizzying. It was not flashy, like so many of her dresses were in the past, but the stars and swirling galaxies stitched into the fabric moved as she danced, a perpetual reminder of the motions of the cosmos.

She also wore a crown, pale white, and glowing like the moon. The crown was perhaps twice the size of her head, and illuminated the ballroom. The world was the universe turning around her — at least, that was always how Rolf had seen her.

The day he had first met her, he had thought she was some sort of elf, dressed in moss and dappled light. She had grown no less ethereal in the years since they had married.

Though sometimes, Rolf found himself wishing she had gotten just a tad less conspicuous. She drew attention to herself, and he had never cared much for attention. His plain black robes spoke to that.

“How are the twins?”

Rolf nearly jumped out of his skin, but it was only Potter at his elbow. Only Harry Potter, the most famous wizard in the last hundred years.

He swallowed hard and adjusted his collar. “They’re well. At least, they tell us they’re enjoying their first year. Flitwick hasn’t written to expel them yet, so they must not be in too much trouble.”

“We were already three detentions in for James by now in his first year,” Potter laughed, “so you must have done something right.”

Rolf laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. His wife was not just ethereal, a gravitational force that the world turned around; she was also close friends with some of the most incredible and powerful people in the world. He could see Hermione Granger-Weasley dancing with her husband Ronald Weasley. Granger-Weasley had just recently become the Minister for Magic, and Rolf still could not believe he had been invited to a Halloween celebration with her. He might have been a Scamander, and his grandfather might have been one of the most notable wizards of the twentieth century, but Rolf had always felt smaller than that. He was content with obscurity, with documenting animals and writing into journals and newspapers anonymously. But there was very little anonymity to be had once he had begun a relationship with Luna Pandora Lovegood.

After a pause that was just a moment too long, Rolf remembered he ought to return Potter’s courtesy. “How are your children?”

“They’re well. It’s James’ last year. We’re both grateful and terrified. No idea what we’re about to unleash on the world, honestly, but very glad he actually made it. We were a bit worried when it was time for his O.W.L.s.”

“And his N.E.W.T.s?”

Potter grimaced. “He keeps saying that since I never got my N.E.W.T.s, he shouldn’t have to, but Ginny gave him a stern talking to over the summer. It sounded like she knocked some sense into him. We’ll see.”

Rolf searched the dance floor for Ginny Weasley. She was not hard to find. Her bright red hair and glittering black robes were not nearly as outstanding as Luna’s headdress and spinning galaxies, but she, like Luna seemed to force the world to turn around her as she moved. She was dancing with one of her brothers; Rolf had a hard time remembering all of the Weasleys.

Rolf glanced sideways at Potter, taking him in properly now that their conversation had reached a lull. His scar, half-hidden behind his dark curls, reflected the light of the looming chandeliers, like a crackling bolt inside dark storm clouds. There were touches of grey in his temples, and faint peppering in his goatee. Lines framed his mouth, which did not surprise Rolf. He knew Ginny Weasley better than he knew Potter, and she was always laughing or making laughter wherever she went. It was no surprise it had rubbed off on Potter.

Potter watched Ginny dance with a small smile, like even when he wasn’t at her side, her humour was ever-present. Rolf could relate. Luna walked through life like it was a dream, and his world had been more dreamy ever since she had stepped into it.

“You’re not dancing with Ginny?” Rolf asked.

Potter’s dark face turned nearly as grey as the edges of his hair. “Somehow, the reporters find me faster that way. I’m looking to keep a low profile tonight.”

A tiny voice tugged in Rolf’s mind that Potter was using him to hide, but a louder voice, the dreamy part that Luna had brought to him, smiled warmly, glad that Potter counted him for pleasant conversation.

“What about you? Leaving Luna on her own?”

“We agreed that if she wore that headdress, we would share one dance.” Rolf did not like attention, and he hated crowds more. When it came to public events like this Halloween celebration put on by the Ministry, where the heroes of the war were invited, Rolf and Luna had come to an agreement that the more attention she drew to herself, the more he could blend in on the edges. He loved the dream that Luna brought into his life, but Rolf had always found that reality pressed in on him in sharp relief. He was constantly aware of where he was, how many people where around him, and just how many eyes were staring at him, judging the cut of his robes, the shape of his hands and face — he could not turn off that part of him, but Luna softened the edges of it all.

She was bold and brash in a way that Rolf only dreamed of being. Her boldness did not command or take; she only existed without giving any part of her away. He admired her more than he could say, more than she could know.

“Seems a fair agreement.” Potter glanced at the pocketwatch tucked into his robes. The wear on the gold leaf suggested it was older than he was, but the chain looked sparklingly new. Rolf didn’t know what Potter was checking the time for, but he tucked the watch away hastily. “It was good to see you, Rolf.”

“And you, Potter.”

Potter grinned as he reached for Rolf’s hand. “You can call me Harry. We’ve known each other almost ten years now.”

Rolf nodded and stumbled over an apology.

But it didn’t feel like ten years, and it didn’t feel like he knew Harry Potter as a friend. These people were not just his wife’s friends, these people were heroes. These people had saved countless lives, and salvaged and redeemed a way of living for wizards and witches across the country. What they had sacrificed was unthinkable; Rolf would never know or understand them they way that they understood each other, the way that Luna understood them.

He ran a hand through his own curly, messy hair and slipped through the crowd until he reached Luna.

She kissed his cheek, and the world went hazy. He was aware of the crowd surrounding him, but it did not press in on him the way it so often did. She was warm and dazzling, and he was happy to let his world turn around her.

“Are you having a good time?” Luna asked.

“Better with you,” he whispered, and fell into the spiraling stardust of her robes. She was taller than him normally, and in her heels he hardly reached her chin. It was like disappearing into a void, and he was grateful for it.

“I invited Neville and Hannah over for dinner next week.”

“Oh!” Luna was usually better about checking with him before inviting guests over, since he liked to have the knowledge beforehand and time to prepare for company, but Neville and Hannah were practically family. Neville was the one friend of Luna’s that Rolf actually connected with. “It’ll be good to see them. I didn’t know they were here.”

“Just for a bit. They had to get back to the feast at Hogwarts. Neville said to say ‘Hello’ to you.”

“Kind of him.”

“Hannah said they’re thinking of having kids.”

“Her few hundred at Hogwarts aren’t enough?”

“Nothing’s ever quite enough for Neville and Hannah.”

“No, not quite.”

Luna was quiet as they swayed to the music. Rolf let her gravity carry him in circles around the ballroom. He did not lift his head nor open his eyes.

“Are you ready to go home?” she asked.

He was, but he did not know if she would be. “Home will be empty.”

She hummed sadly. Luna was taking Lorcan and Lysander’s first year at Hogwarts harder than he was. He was grateful for the quiet, for time to read and sit and observe the world again. He loved his boys, but he also loved his work, and he loved having Luna to himself again.

“Do you want more kids?” he murmured into her dress. The question surprised him even as he said it.

“Do you want to have more kids?” Luna asked.

The twins had not been planned. Luna had believed that she was infertile, and Rolf had been taking birth control for years. It wasn’t that they had never wanted children, it was just that they had only ever discussed adopting, and had kept putting it off in favor of their careers. When Rolf had discovered that he was pregnant, and with twins no less, they had welcomed the surprise, but it definitely had caught them off guard. It had not been easy, but Rolf couldn’t say having more kids was completely out of the question…

“We’ve been meaning to travel more now that the boys are in school,” he said.

“Yes,” Luna said. “But we also always wanted to adopt. I think the twins would love it.”

“Lorcan’s always wanted a baby sister to terrorize.”

Luna laughed. It was clear and bright like the stars embedded into her robes, and Rolf felt the eyes of everyone in the ballroom turn on them. He went stiff in Luna’s arms. The dreamy haze turned sharp, and everything soft and blurred became sharp. The practicality not just of where they were — in a ballroom, with a few dozen important officials and heroes — but of having children pressed in around him. The finances, the sleepless nights, the diapers, the food, the constant care and stress of another small human being in his arms…

Luna’s fine nails slid through his curls, but it did not help. Instead he was only aware of how other people might consider her public display of affection.

“We should go,” he said, breathless and choked.

“If you’re ready,” she said.

He pulled away from her, struggling not to wince at how bright the world around him had become. He glanced at his own pocketwatch, far less ornate than Potter’s. He had promised Luna they would stay until midnight; it was hardly nine and she had not protested.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, as she swept them both towards the coatroom.

“I saw Ginny and Harry, and Neville and Hannah, and Ron and Hermione,” Luna counted her friends off on her fingers as they walked, “and Cedric and Christian, and Tonks and Sirius, and of course they had Teddy and — oh, I didn’t see Bill or Fleur or Victoire. Did you see Bill around?”

“Bill’s the Weasley with the scars? I think I overheard Percy say they were visiting family in France this year.”

“That explains why Teddy looked so sullen,” she laughed again. “Then I have no reason to be sad that we are leaving early.” She laced her fingers between his. “I have spent time with my friends; now I can spend time with you.”

The attendant at the door Summoned their cloaks for them, and Rolf held the door open for Luna.

“Thank you,” he murmured, in the same tone that he had apologized in.

Luna pulled his hand to her lips and pulled him outside. Her bright silver lipstick smeared on the back of his hand. “You and the boys are my world, and right now the boys are gone.”

Rolf’s ears went hot, and even as the chilly night pressed in around him, he did not feel a need to pull on his coat.

“Although,” she said, “first can we take a trip to Russia? Father was telling me last week about a sighting of an elkeranda and I want so badly to see it.”

Rolf considered the details that came with a trip to Russia. The cost, the travel, the weather — “Can it wait until spring?” he asked.

“Of course not. They burrow in the springtime and are nearly impossible to find. It has to be in winter, when the ground is to hard for them to burrow into.”

Rolf took in a deep breath and smeared the silver on the back of his hand. It glittered in the waning moonlight, winking at him enticingly, drawing him into his wonderful wife’s wonderful dreams. “Then of course we’ll go to Russia. After Hanukkah.”

“After Hanukkah,” she agreed.

#hp everyone lives au #luna lovegood #hp everyone lives #one shot #oct 31

4 notes · View notes

blankdblank · 4 years

Text

Ridikulus

This is the redone version of the series :D

@long-cosmos-overhead, @partoftheminfamily, @alishlieb

Once not so long ago, a world now wreathed in flames and filled with naught but ash and creatures of the worst sort once cheered at the return of the Girl Who Died protecting the Boy Who Lived returning to life and her acceptance to the greatest Wizarding school in the magical world, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Raised under a false name under the careful watch of her Uncle in hiding, Regulus Black and her Godmother Minerva McGonagall until she was able to reclaim her name and face the stares and comments towards her great absence. All starting with a smirk from the tall woman reading the long scroll of names who cleared her throat and clearly read aloud, “Jaqiearae Black.”

But just when the wars they imagined to be over, the Boy Who Lived, didn’t, leaving only the Girl Who Died, and died, and died to save what was left of their world. With the school in flames and crumbling around them Albus Dumbledore rallied the mandrake doubles of his students and agreeing allies. An illegal act, creating doubles of anyone for purposes of war, one that had her sentenced to a lifetime of serving the school she’d fought so hard to defend in place of her being sentenced to Azkaban for that and her role as a Death Eater to gain information for the Aurors.

Calming the students and guiding them back to their dormitories once they were secured as the Aurors secured the grounds and checked that after the Dark Lord fell his followers were rounded up and locked away. But much like the Hydra, you cut off one head and more pop up to claim their place. Just as the dust was settling on his grave three different fractions rose and started their own reign of terror. So in yet another last ditch effort Dumbledore’s Army and Order of the Phoenix members already bearing Dark Marks split into groups, using their already tight bonds with the dark Wizards to infiltrate their ranks.

Word spread of a single joining event, all three planning on attacking at once. Without time or chance to warn anyone they dared to trust in the Auror system a plan was set in motion and followed to the T, sparing thousands that would have otherwise died. Under the cover of darkness the teen spies all split through the barriers of the homes the dark armies were claiming as headquarters and raced out silently, snatching any and all Muggles, animals, towns and suburbs along the way leaving large patches of nothingness behind.

Ensuring of as many innocent lives and resources could be spared as the others in Dumbledore’s Army rounded up all student and their relatives of the three Wizarding schools of the east still standing freely, shrinking their homes, schools and marketplaces as others in the Order of Phoenix and other trusted Aurors hid all creatures and locations they could of their world to be re-housed later in a safer location yet to be determined.

…

Swarms of broomsticks and various flying objects and creatures flew straight into the floating open door of your home leading out to the secret lands you’d entrapped it in years prior for it’s secrecy through your faked death and later search for the horcruxes. All filling the space you’d allotted them while the small group of your closest allies joined you on a long racing flight through enemy lines you blasted your way through with the aid of your two shielded Dragons you and Charlie Weasley were in charge of guarding, Norberta and Opal.

With one last barrage of curses you cast the enemy forces split and a town came into view through the melting barrier you had broken with a long thought forgotten enchantment in Draconic. Gripping your brooms tighter you and Charlie felt the shrunken Dragons curl around your backs tightly as the portkey Seamus called for and enlarged it for everyone to get a hold flew straight at your forming circle. But just as you latched onto it your eyes opened wider as the enchanted and tattered book flipped open and sucked you all inside.

All around you words swirled and the flapping of pages grew into a colorful blur as what once was a white world with black blurry stripes grew into a painful collision with your gasping at being the first of Dumbledore’s Army to crash into the mahogany door sealing off a small closet and the carpet coated floor inside. A quick shift of your hand had the group of brooms shrinking to save them from damage.

One after another crashing through the opening and falling on top of you and Charlie, sending pained groans through the small home as your pile of squirming teens climbed and wiggled your way free from the split door. One by one they all ducked in the main hall avoiding the low ceilings and beams aiding the next in line as the two Dragons climbed down from their gripped position on the top of the split door, having jumped off just before your crash.

With another groan you were helped up by your adopted Twin Brothers, Fred and George, both chuckling as they brushed your bloodied and matted pale silvery blue curls slipping free from your loose ponytail formerly covering your purple eyes that appeared green when looked at from the side. Gently they helped shift your torn flannel shirt over your blood stained tank top from the slowly bleeding wound on your shoulder. Then shifted your bangs off your reddened cheek that was already covered by the massive pink swirling scar covering nearly the entire left side of your face under your side swept bangs from when the Dark Lord tried to kill you and your Cousin Harry as children.

George, “No worries.”

Fred nodded and brushed your ponytail back over your back, “All upright now.”

Your head turned to Seamus in a steadying grip on the arched beam you limped out under, eyeing the teen who was sitting down gripping the wrist he’d landed hard on as Dean helped him wrap a long bandage around it. “Seamus? What, exactly, did you use as a portkey?”

In another staggering step on your badly throbbing dislocated left leg your weight shifted back to your right with the twins to support you he replied, “Professor Dumbledore said to pick something they wouldn’t find, so I picked this old book my Gran used to prop up her seeing glass with.”

Running your fingers over your face Hermione sighed blinking her tear reddened stinging eyes leaning back against the wall under Ginny’s depressed and slumped cried out frame against her chest, “You’re not supposed to use books Seamus.”

Seamus, “Why not?”

Turning your head you caught sight of a short man with a chestnut head of curls eyeing you from behind a doorway with an even taller man in all grey with his beard pooling over the shorter man’s face.

Percy, “The Wizard Merlin used a book as a portkey once and hasn’t been seen since.”

With a quiet head nod the twins led you closer to the wall placing you in full view of the peering pair as well as the group of scowling bearded men behind them. After a weak chuckle you said, “Hi. Sorry to intrude. Bit of a mix up on our escape plan. Sorry for the damage and the shock.” You glanced back at the closet drawing your wand from the sheath in your pocket, which with a simple flick mended the closet and door back to its former state drawing the pair out as the taller of the two stated, “You’re a Wizard?”

You nodded, “We all are.” They glanced over the group of mangled and blood soaked teens, all having to either break free of physically tortured roles in gaining trust of your faked allies or the escape itself.

Stepping forward the tall man extended his hand and said, “I am Gandalf the Grey. You’re all so young.”

You smiled, switching your wand to your other hand and shook his hand, “Jaqi Black.” His brow rose, “Family name, not a title.” Causing him to nod his head with a relieved smile.

One by one you pointed to each of the group, “Fred, George, their brothers Percy, Charlie and Bill, all the redheads are Weasley’s, their Sister Ginny in on Hermione Granger.” In her head nod her eyes shifted to the familiar blonde in the bunch of short men whose shoulder bumped into his brother’s holding his wide eyed stare on her making her shift her gaze to Ginny again to keep from blushing recognizing him from your dreams on the trio from years prior.

“Cedric Diggory, Victor Krum, Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood beside Draco Malfoy, then Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and, where are…” Your head turned as a loud roar sounded over head, “Ahh, there’s Hagrid.” The roar died and with a knock at the door two crouched figures appeared after Alastor had used his eye to search the houses to find you all, having you finish, “Hagrid on the right and Alastor Moody on the left. There’s more but they’re in the school and at home.”

With a curious expression over your head from the smaller man you giggled and held your hands up aiding the Dragons that had walked across the thick doorframe to crawl down to your shoulders and you to say, “And Norberta and Opal.”

With a firm grip on his ax the sternest of the group neared the short man as he stated, “Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins.”

You smiled at him, “Pleasure to meet you Mr Baggins. Again, so sorry for having interrupted your party.” Making the small Hobbit grin for a moment until his eye wandered to the still flowing trickle of blood down your chest through your shallow breaths at your badly bruised ribs. Looking up at the man creeping over with his ax you asked, “And your name?”

He scowled at the creatures on your shoulders as Gandalf stated, “This is Thorin Oakenshield, future King of Erebor.”

Thorin, “What is the meaning of this Gandalf? You urge us to secrecy and yet you bring these children and their, beasts, to our meeting?”

Your eyes lowered to Bilbo as he eyed the other rooms trying to see if anyone else was hiding there causing him to flinch slightly and smile at you nervously, “Your home, I presume?” He nodded, “We do apologize for intruding, normally our magic is blocked from allowing us to enter the homes of others unwelcome, it wasn’t our intention.”

Thorin, “And just what were you intending?”

Your eyes shifted to him, “We were escaping a war, and used an enchanted item, that was supposed to take us out to a hidden island, there we were meant to regroup and move forward from there, but Seamus didn’t know we’re not supposed to use books, and we got sucked inside and here we are.”

A soft clearing of a throat sounded from a white haired man behind Thorin who gently tapped Thorin’s hand to lower his ax and say, “Excuse me Miss, you appear to be bleeding. Perhaps we could aid you in your mending and we can discuss this further.”

You nodded and glanced at Bilbo, “You look hungry. Should be about time for supper. Allow us to make up for the intrusion.”

The teens around you all rose as tall as they could manage as you snapped your fingers and a door appeared causing Bilbo flinch again and eye both sides of it curiously, with a smile you met his eye saying, “I promise you won’t be harmed.”

He nodded and followed your group, all limping your way through the long dim hall that opened, after a colored wheel turned beside the door on the other end, to the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. Side by side the group of teachers all grouped around the bruise and burn coated figures of Snape and Regulus both sharing a bed, eager to count the number of survivors of the brave teens leading the charge.

With a relieved exhale Minerva raced to you and the twins pulling you into a tight hug and ushered you over to the bed closest you while Bilbo and Gandalf both led the timid group of Dwarves through the doorway. In a curious glance from you to the group Dumbledore stepped forward, meeting Gandalf who met him halfway to share introductions, with Gandalf fully assuming he might possibly be the head Wizard in charge.

Albus, “Welcome, I am Albus Dumbledore.”

Gandalf shook his hand, “Gandalf the Grey.”

And he motioned to his side at Bilbo who was eyeing the giant pair of phoenixes gathered around you crying over your wounds healing them, that were slowly being exposed layer by layer as you stripped while the other adults claimed a teen to start tending to. Around you Regulus and Severus sat listening to your assumed head count of those you had seen take hits. Minerva eased the list in her hands down ticking off each survivor with Sirius, Tonks, Harry, Remus, Arthur and Ron the last ones you had no clue what had happened to them. Harry and Tonks at least you could ask the clearly distressed Ginny for information on them as they had taken your portkey to fetch her themselves. A ruffle of your hair from Regulus’ wand helped to clean your hair of blood after the cuts on your scalp were healed.

“This is Bilbo Baggins, and the rest of our Company, Thorin Oakenshield, his heirs Fili and Kili. And his Cousins and other kin Dwalin, Balin. Oin, Gloin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori and Ori.” Each bowing their heads as they were introduced before the teachers were introduced.

Glancing around Thorin asked, “What is this place?”

You met his gaze as you rose right after a loud crack from your formerly dislocated left hip and knee being popped back in place with a brace added over your knee. Holding your gaze on him you pulled on your freshly magically washed shirt over the self cleaning tank top in the pinch you gave it making it wave then settle around you again. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Thorin’s brow rose at your lack of a reaction to the pain clearly showing in your eyes, “A school for Wizards?” You nodded, “Are you, are you all students?”

Dumbledore motioned his hand to you as the door opened and Mrs Weasley raced in and drew you and her children into tight tear stained hugs tearily ignoring the absence of her son and husband. The very pregnant Fleur waddled in slowly beside Dobby and Kreacher who were holding the hands of your Nephew Teddy slowly walking between them. “Miss Black is our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.” Causing their eyes to shift to you as you bent to grab Teddy and give a gasping smile at him while you raised him to your hip pecking him on the cheek. Next your Aunt Narcissa Black and her Husband Lucius walked in with relieved smiles on their quiet path to their Son’s side giving him calming hugs and helped to clean him up as well.

Thorin met your eyes again after your hair shifted to a bright yellow to match Teddy’s after his excited giggle as Opal nuzzled her head against his while Norberta flew to Charlie’s shoulders again. “You let your child around that creature?”

“Opal would never harm a soul, unless provoked and left no other option. Antipodean Opaleye’s are notoriously docile and friendly. All the more cruel why someone had chained her in a bank to guard their hoard after they stole her from her nest and after she hatched blinded her.” Causing his lips to part, “I’m not certain what grudge you hold against the Dragons of your world, but ours share our emotions, no matter the size or defense they hold, they all only attack out of fear. We respect them and they respect us.”

You met Bilbo’s eyes as your hair turned back to silvery blue and said, “Right, Supper.” Turning to Dumbledore you said, “We’re early for Supper still, correct?”

To which he nodded, “We can add a few more tables to the end of ours, plenty of food to go around.”

Bilbo nodded and smiled at you softly, saying “Thank you.”

After another catching of Thorin’s curious gazes at Dobby and Kreacher you said, “Do you have a problem against House Elves as well?”

His eyes rose to yours as he playfully repeated with a growing smirk mirrored on his kin’s faces, “House Elves?” You nodded, and he shook his head, “No, no problem at all.”

You rolled your eyes and let Draco grab Teddy as you accepted the crutch Fred had passed you and led the way through the castle. After speaking to Regulus and Severus Narcissa and Lucius turned to your enchanted doorway joining Alastor for another search over the sleeping city for any sign of others lost along the way.

Barely five feet into the hall leading to the Great Hall the Dwarves’ smiles dropped at the flood of cries coming from the hoards of children all sniffling and rubbing their faces as older teens and young adults they knew tried to calm them. Each glancing up at you as you passed for the long path to the empty tables filling with the children that rose in tears from their magically mist induced naps at the tremors due to the use of the portkey to join you for the meal.

Softly through the sea of distressed students the tap of your crutch was heard and halfway around the teacher’s table a weak grin split across your face seeing Barty trotting over to you through the crowds and curious Dwarves. In a rush at once you were engulfed in a warm hug as you shifted your crutch to the side heading him mumble into your hair, “There you are, Darling.”

In his pull back the little hand on Em’s raised arm patted your badly bruised once split cheek and you said, “Just a bruise. It doesn’t hurt.”

Barty ushered you around the table, “Come, let’s get you settled and fed.”

Once in your chair your crutch stood behind it and in a reach over to you Em was claimed and settled on your lap mumbling, “We all shook Mummy.”

With a grin you answered sweetly, “Yes, well, we’re safe now.” At her large yawn you kissed her cheek and said, “Now, I believe it’s story time.”

With a sleepy nod from her Barty lifted her again after her hug around your neck you felt the eyes of the settling Dwarves on you through. A peck on the cheek later and Barty said, “Sleep tonight. You need it.”

“I know.” Peering up at him he stole another peck on your cheek and grinned at Em saying, “Now, which story did you want tonight?” In his stroll back through the vast hall towards the open doors leaving the oldest Dwarves muttering between themselves in their own gravely language at a guess for how old you were as they began to notice the slight point growing on all your ears.

In their new seats the younger Dwarves mumbled to each other about where all the adults were before Ori asked, “Miss Black?”

Your brow rose in the turn of your head to face him, “Yes Ori?”

In a hushed tone he asked, “Where are all their parents?”

Averted gazes from the teachers close by as well as a few from the DA did as well while you answered, “Like I said, we were escaping a war. Their parents sent their children to us for safe keeping, we managed to save the adults able to make it to the meeting points in time. We saved who we could.”

Ori asked in a trembling tone, “Who would attack children?”

After a steady exhale you replied after glancing over the Dwarves giving all the hundreds of quieting children claiming their seats with the aids of hundreds of house Elves pained glances, “In our world no child is safe. Any and all creatures were targets. The adults did what they could, but we had to learn to defend ourselves.”

Thorin, “So you formed the school?”

“No, we formed our own armies.” Causing their lips to part, “There isn’t a teen over thirteen that hasn’t seen some form of battle since the war began. This school among others have been around for centuries.” In a shift of your gaze you eyed Neville releasing his baby sister Nellie from her tight hug, having shared the news of what had happened and that you were all safe now inside the world of the book.

The usual gasps filled the hall at the magically filling tables causing Bilbo’s face to light up at the selection mumbling, “I’m in Hobbit Heaven.” Then filled his plate as you did the same with the Dwarves slowly joining in after you assured them they were not taking any of your supplies and there was plenty to go around.

After dinner was over Albus rose and gave a small speech that they had now found a new world, one that they would be safe in that was far from the war and dark Wizards that had hunted them. But curiously enough for the Dwarves most of the children all glanced to you after and only seemed to relax at your confirming nod.

On your feet again you guided the men back through the emptying Great Hall where they watched the children wishing you a good night as you did the same naming them in return turning for the distant dormitories guided by the other Professors and older teens among your group. All who were helping to take care of the younger children taking up newly formed dormitories in the school and toddlers and infants. Over their heads Norberta and Opal flew to speak with Fawkes and the giant Phoenixes. Back again into the main hall you made your way to your waiting enchanted door only to see Lucius, Alastor and Narcissa enter again shaking their heads, “No sign of them.”

With a nod you said, “Well, maybe they landed farther along in the book?”

Alastor, “We’ll smoke them out eventually.” Patting you on the shoulder in his move past you, “Don’t you be staying up too late now. I won’t be having you passing out on us. Padfoot might be loose but I will not be letting you slide out of pace.”

Narcissa said, “I’ll keep watch over Teddy tonight.” Giving you a gentle hug in her move past you.

“Thanks.” Through the door you led the way and once inside the smial again Thorin asked, “Who is Padfoot? Should we be concerned?”

Turning to face him you shook your head, “Padfoot is my father’s nickname. Him and my uncles and my brother Ron didn’t land with us. They’re off alone,” in a glance at the window you mumbled, “Harry and Tonks are somewhere too, unless they blocked a curse from Ginny so she could make it through.”

Thorin, “I apologize for your missing people, though we cannot aid you in searching for them. We must wake early to barter for horses.”

Shaking your head you said, “If they were close by I would know it.” Making his eyes narrow, “My bloodline, we can all sense one another. They are too far from me to sense them.”

Thorin met your gaze as you accepted the offer to move into the sitting room around the still lit fire, “What, what is your plan now? For your people?”

You exhaled slowly, leaning against Fred’s side on your right, “First we need to find an unclaimed stretch of land to set up our homes. These are just the children from the Wizarding World, there are more hidden in our protected homes, then we still have the non-magic population to rehome as well.”

Balin, “Non-Magic?”

Fred, “Like us, but without the powers.”

Kreacher popping up in front of you drew your gaze and handed you a slip of paper, “The Muggles have been fed my Mistress.”

Dobby appeared at his side adding, “Though their ears haven’t changed as the Wizards have.”

“Good to know. Thank you.” They bowed their heads and zapped off to your home to join in watching over Teddy and the others.

After a small momentary huddle initiated by Fili alerting his uncle to his need to know Hermione better, Thorin turned back to you and said, “Out past the Misty Mountains there is plenty of land to claim.”

“Misty Mountains?”

He nodded, “We would show you, for a fair trade.”

“What sort of trade?”

Thorin nodded his head to the sleeping Dragons, “You tame Dragons, we happen to be heading after a Dragon who stole our home.”

“So we handle the Dragon for directions?”

He shook his head, “There’s a destroyed city at the base of our Mountain called Dale, you handle our Dragon, do whatever you will with him, and we grant you the ownership of Dale.”

After a glance at Charlie to the left of George, refusing to leave you with the strangers, who shrugged through a nod, you extended your hand to the Dwarf who rose with a smirk to accept your shake, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Approaching with a table hovering beside him Gandalf pulled out a map he laid across it and shared a better view of where you were headed as well as informing you of a large stretch of Southern Greenwood unclaimed for centuries now. A topic that stirred the mention of Moria, bringing up a creature, later upon research in one of your books on mythical creatures was discovered to be defeated quite easily.

With a nod Thorin rose from the table stating, “Well, Miss Black, we should get our rest. As I said, we rise early to barter for horses in the morning. We’re leaving by sunrise.”

He paused at your black brow rising, “Wouldn’t flying be easier?”

Thorin lowly asked, “I am not flying on a Dragon.”

You smirked back, “And ours would never allow you to mount them. I meant Thestrals.”

Thorin, “Thestrals?” Causing you to nod and draw out your magical creatures book summoned from home you opened to their page explaining what they were to the curious group of huddled Dwarves.

It didn’t take long for the men to make their way to their preferred beds while you turned back for your door that led you straight into your home. Charlie and the Twins hurried off to spread news of your deal and round up volunteers for the first leg of the journey in the morning.

Right onto the glass wrapped ballroom you went and eyed the sky mirroring the one around the bag holding your hoard of shrunken dwellings. Canus Major was right in front and as the clouds rolled in to hasten the snow coming in you sighed and turned to your bedroom. Glumly on the bed Ginny sat and looked up at you watching your path to her side. Leaving your crutches by the bed you magically pulled off your shoes leaving them by the bed easing your task of settling up against your pillows. “Hey Gin.”

Tearfully in the quiver of her lip she asked, “I told him I never wanted to see him again!” After a sniffle she said, “Then the ass goes and says he loves me, and to be happy. Then pushed me and Tonks to the portkey when the group spotted me taking the last of their library.”

“Tonks was with you then?”

Looking at you she wiped her cheek asking, “She wasn’t with-, why, didn’t Dad and Ron show up with her?”

You shook your head, “They must have fallen somewhere later in the book.”

“We are going to look for them, aren’t we?”

“Alastor, Narcissa and Lucius took a flight trying to look for them around the city,” you shook your head, “No sight so far. First we have to help the Dwarves resettle so we can settle in their old city of Dale. Then we can spread out a full search of, what they call Middle Earth.” In the quivering of her lip your hand settled on hers resting on her leg and you said, “We’ll find them. No doubt the longer we are here I’m bound to get a glimpse of where they are, or they might even be on the way.”

Ginny nodded and sniffled again wiping her cheek, “Can I sleep with you?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

“Maybe if I’m with you I won’t dream about Harry.”

“Well if you don’t want to dream I can help there too,” waving your hand calling a vial of dreamless draught from your office you passed over she downed and you laid back with her snuggling close in the dimming of the lights to get some sleep. Though as she drifted off your slitted eyes flashed to silver and you watched the memory of Harry sacrificing himself to save the pair and how Tonks blocked a fireball curse from hitting Ginny and got sent off on her own. Forcing your eyes shut you tried to clear your mind focusing on your meditations to refocus calming yourself to head off to sleep yourself hoping for a dream of your father.

Inhaling deeply your eyes cracked open at the mooing of your alarm clock you silenced then struggled to your feet to brush your teeth offering a spare brush to Ginny. Combing your hair was next to pull it back up into another ponytail before adding your boots and limping your way down to breakfast finding the Twins, Bill, Percy, Luna, Draco and Neville all up around the table filling their plates from the spread Regulus had set out as you took your own seat to eat as much as you could before helping to gather the herds you would need.

A quick stop to the Forbidden Forest later and you were outside the hidden home resting under a tree waiting for the others to wake and exit the home as they had intended. Stolen admiration ended with the cracking of the front door making you turn again ready to help the men up onto the steeds.

Outside Bagend in the bright sunlight Bilbo eyed the giant carriage borrowed from Madame Maxime the Dwarves had loaded with their belongings, commenting on the spacious mansion housed within discovered to be your family home at Nori’s questioning. One that would house the Dwarves and Wizards not on their flying shift around it through the days, lowly Thorin named the first group to join him on the first leg. After Bilbo’s own inspection leaving his own bags his eyes shifted to the winged pure white horses the Twins ensured to be secured properly. Open mouthed he gawked at the gorgeous creatures before he said, “Those look nothing like the sketches you showed us.”

You chuckled softly, eyeing the elder Dwarves inching closer to the timid Thestrels sniffing them as they neared, choosing their passengers on their size and smell, “It’s alright Bilbo. You can’t see them, but they’re around us.” He spotted Bofur, the first to climb on his, floating curiously mid air on a shifting invisible body leaving strange hoof marks in the dirt path below. “Which is why, I thought Buckbeak might be a better choice for you.”

His brow rose, “Buck-beak?”

You nodded your head and he approached, eying the same clothes you had worn the night before yet scrubbed clean with the large brace on your leg drawing a limp from you as a grey feathered mixed creature stepped from out behind the Pegasus to eye the small man at your side with a curious squawk. “First rule with Hippogriffs Bilbo, is never insult or disrespect them, very proud vain creatures. So when approaching, you bow, like so.”

He eyed and watched your bow at the waist leading to a curious glance from Buckbeak at why you would request his permission to approach when you cared for and disguised him and his father for the past few years since you and Percy had saved their lives. Bowing in return anyway he squawked at you and nuzzled his beak and forehead against your cheek as you approached before realizing you were training the small man how to greet him properly.

In another cautious glance over him Buckbeak inhaled then lowered his head in return. After his timid tro closer the Dwarves all watched you help him up onto his back and led Buckbeak to the front of the Pegasus as you walked to straddle your Father’s motorcycle left outside by Hagrid the night prior. Sitting on the seat beside the shrunken dragons in the sidecar at Bilbo’s yearning glance at his home you drew your wand shrinking it into a protective orb. In the spell the gaze of those watching shifted curiously at its sinking and leaving an empty patch of dirt in place of the small house under the hill at the base of a massive tree and surrounding gardens. A gasp left Bilbo at your pocketing the orb you’d trapped it in your bag settled in the sidecar before you met his eye to ask, “You didn’t want to bring it along? I can put it back, it’s a bit of a habit, we never leave our homes behind.”

He shook his head, “No, thank you. I’d hate to leave it. It will be safe in your bag?”

You nodded, “It’s enchanted, keeps everything safe inside, besides the orb is enchanted as well.” Making his smile grow. With a smile of your own you kick started the bike revealing the source of the roar from the night before drawing awed expressions on their faces George called out, “Brooms up.” Causing him, Fred, Bill, Percy, Luna, Draco and Neville to hover around you for the first leg of the trip. Steadily you led the path down the road and at the curve took off into the sky with Thorin’s Thestral following after stirring a ripple of the others and Buckbeak to do the same as the Pegasus did the same pulling up the rear.

Up into the frigid air you inhaled sharply trying not to cry knowing you were heading off leaving those lost to their own just so you could hope these men would be truthful and grant you the land promised to house your people. You wanted this to be true, to be real, and that you would not be left to drastic measures to protect your people and ensure prospering in the future. Still snowflakes fell around you from the clouds above and you tried to keep your gaze off the sidecar where your mother’s cat Crookshanks should be lounging had you not lost your second bag in the trip he was napping in. You should have left him at home, but he kept yowling insisting to go with you and no doubt would teleport to your lap anyways had you left him behind. The bag was enchanted so he should be safe, you hoped he was merely lost with one of the others and could show up one day dragging the bag he was in ready to leap into your arms, as soon as you’d let go of your father whenever he would be found.

Pt 2

#HP Crossover

29 notes · View notes

mxstyassasxin · 4 years

Note

Luna Lovegood for the ask game!

Thanks for the character ask anon 😊 Here’s what I think about Luna Lovegood

Favourite thing about them: Her ability for forgiveness and her capacity to love and see the positive in everything.

Least favourite thing about them: Is it even possible?? She’s just so pure!

Favourite line: Not a line from Luna, but still something she did… That bit in Deathly Hallows where Harry, Hermione and Ron visit Xenophilius and see themselves painted on the ceiling of her room as an expression of her friendship with them all. Like I said, she’s just so pure!

brOTP: Harry. I love how they bond in 5th and 6th year.

OTP: I know we don’t know Rolf but I’m Rolf x Luna all the way. I’m occasionally a sucker when it comes to canon.

nOTP: Umm I guess Harry x Luna is a definite no go for me.

Random headcanon: I like to think that she becomes friends with Draco during the time she was imprisoned in the Manor. She’d be kind to him and see the difficult decisions he was facing even though he would try and hide his emotions from her. She wouldn’t hold anything against him during that time or after the war and he would continue going to her for advice or just to sit comfortably in reflection when the memories all get a bit too much.

Unpopular opinion: Not sure really… The above might be considered unpopular and I suppose I think that Neville x Luna was just convenient and a reaction in the aftermath of everything they had been through in the battle etc.

Song I associate with them: Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake (although I listen to the Pentatonix version). I even wrote a ficlet based on it 😊

Favourite picture of them:

Lion hat! Especially when it roars in the books!

Anyone else want to send me a character ask, feel free <3 I love doing them!

I’ve already done Harry, Narcissa and now Luna XD

#character asks #luna lovegood #hp

2 notes · View notes

sebcosmothetransguy · 29 days

Text

i solemnly swear i am up to queer mischief

i found some old queerified marauder headcanons, basically just about what i thought they would be in labels and all. i wanna share that with the world

James is gay, and is with Regulus.

Regulus is bisexual and polyamorous, so he has two partners, one is James and one is a girl. also, Regulus uses he/they pronouns.

Remus is genderqueer (AFAB), and is bisexual. he uses they/he pronouns, and they’re with Sirius.

Sirius is a transguy, and is demisexual and pansexual. Sirius also uses he/they pronouns.

Peter is a demiboy (AFAB), and uses he/him pronouns. he’s also oriented aroace, demipanqueerplatonic, and ambiamorous (with a preference for polyamorous relationships). he doesn’t have any partners yet, though.

Marlene is a lesbian, and is in a relationship with Avery (an OC of mine), Regulus’s other partner.

Avery (full name: Avery Clayton) is genderfae (AFAB), and uses they/she pronouns. they’re bisexual and polyamorous.

then there’s one last OC of mine, Cosmos Lovegood. he’s a demiboy (AMAB), and uses he/it pronouns. he’s straight, and has a partner.

annnnd that’s all, i think.

26 notes · View notes

alyafae-a · 4 years

Photo

( @ordinaryheroines ) connections. MADELEINE judy hale, arizona robbins, meredith grey, teddy altman, helen magnus, kali, nikola tesla, janet fraiser, jeanie miller, jennifer keller, samantha carter, lucille picard, zora, black bolt, donna reeves, medusa, pepper potts, pandora lovegood, merel kay, volumnia gaul, maerose, moira reed.

ROSETTA kate beckett, arizona robbins, mereidth grey, teddy altman, samantha carter, john sheppard, vala mal doran, natasha riker, charlie roan, alma, debbie ocean, lou miller, thana reed, moira reed

NAOMI missy, meredith grey, erica myers, helen magnus, kali, nikola tesla, samantha carter, vala mal doran, laris, gryla, marie lafleur, ravenna, ophelia frump, melinda may, venia, celebrian, maerose, thana reed, cosmo reed

LILIA flynn reed, april reed, daisy reed, nicholas reed, hazel sheridan, morgan stark, sky smith, alexis castle

i keep track of this list in this doc.

#* // answered #ordinaryheroines

1 note · View note

rimbaux · 5 years

Text

Tagged by @brisingr-iettauthr , aka my beloved husband, and @thewhatgay , how kind thank u!!!!

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people u want to know better!

Tagging: @notorioushiphopcrew @shhhhyoursister @theyellowcurtains @mynameisnotthepoint @saveitforthesongs @carterhaughwood but honestly just whoever sees this and feels like it

Nickname: i dont think i have one actually, except for my mum that calls me spatz or spätzlein or KIND which,,,, ye (i answer calling her MUTTER obv)

Zodiac sign: scorpio (reading the horoscope makes me feel depressed)

Height: like 167 cm, more or less? Blue, once we meet im gonna flex so HARD about those 3 cm i have on u, u dont even knOw

Hogwarts House: pottermore said gryffindor but i always wanted to be a ravenclaw (NO its NOT bc i was in love with luna lovegood reading the books) (shut up)

Last thing I googled: "netflix show woman who dies every day again" i couldnt remember what russian doll is called. google, no matter the extreme precision of my wording, was remarkably unhelpful

Fave musicians: ooof so many,,, sufjan stevens, hozier, ry x, keaton henson, marika hackman, tom rosenthal, annenmaykantereit, cosmo sheldrake, käptn peng, i cani, soley, angus and julia stone, adna, milky chance, serafyn, frittenbude, agnes obel, robot koch, crywolf, beach house, mooryc, sohn..... Just sooo many more

Song stuck in my head: ozean by annenmaykantereit thanks @blue, but also nothing else by angus and julia stone bc,,,, its been in there since druck season 3 ended

Following: 563

Followers: 1776 (who are yall?? Thank u?? )

Do u get asks? Sometimes and it gives me a thrill to be perceived every time, thank u for it, dear anons, its quite pleasant!!

Amount of sleep: hhh 5-6-7 usually? Sometimes i reach 8 but its,,, utopic

What are u wearing? A jumper i theoretically share with a friend but practically hoard to myself, woolen socks and sweatpants

Dream job: Writer and illustrator and researcher for university but,,, sigh. who knows what this life has in mind for me really

Dream trip: my years old dream is hiking through scandinavia, just going from norway to finnland with a tent and a lovely companion (blue) but also that one hiking trip to scotland (with again. blue) ANd i really need to get back to iceland. Some day in the future i really want to move to berlin. I also would love to see PRAGUE, hamburg, amsterdam, new york and copenhagen one day. And maybe somewhere in india! Or nepal! And egypt too and turkey and peru... and more and more and more

Instruments: i learned how to play the guitar and the flute in middleschool but i sucked so bad that the teacher told me and another student to just " silently imitate" playing it at the concert at the end of the year. We said fuck it and played it (badly) anyway

Languages: english, italian and german. I can understand a bit of spanish and make myself understood in it, i once taught myself a littttttle norwegian and i can read a very little french. But all these are very generous. Also latin and ancient greek, theoretically.

10 fav songs: (they will just always remain in the top ones)

Fourth of july-sufjan stevens

Take me to church-hozier

Dorian-agnes obel

Wolves-phosphorescent

Saving us a riot-phoria

My heart goes bum bum bum-crywank

Dont panic-coldplay

Sweat- ry x

White winter hymnal-fleet foxes

This is a Royal Cheese Fest but honestly, blue's voice. its the most beautiful and lovely and calming and just.. best sound

Random fact: i am CONVINCED (even if only half the people i told this to believed me) that i once saw a wolf in the woods near our house. It looked so calm and beautiful, a little ghostly. Also, just chilling.

My aesthetic: uhhhh a queer yearning mess that wants to go to the cold sea and talk to birds and dance in the moonlight?

9 notes · View notes

meddows-taylor · 5 years

Note

what do you think would the queen members' and the borhap boys' hogwarts houses be?

Hey! I got this message last week and I was bouncing off my seat to get to it! Finals were on the way, and so now I can finally get to it. As a harry potter fan I thought long and hard about the four of them and their houses, but I know many of you probably have different opinions, and I would love to hear them! (The BoRhap boys are proving to be a bit harder to sort because we don’t know that much about their personalities in depth, but I’m going to get back to you on that!)

My first instinct is to say, without a doubt, Brian would be a Ravenclaw. He has “wit beyond measure” tattooed over his forehead, not only in his pursuit of academic knowledge but also because of a passion towards a general understanding, not just of the cosmos, but of those particular things that are close to his heart. Creativity and Originality are also two of the house’s traits, and that is the other side of the coin to his more pragmatic side; this is, after all, a man who built his own guitar, worked on a unique “Brian May sound” and penned some of the most distinct Queen songs. This is also the house of Luna Lovegood, so it fits for the “We Was Glam” man who still rocks flashy costumes and looked great in makeup.

(I could also see him in Hufflepuff for his loyalty, his warm heart and his love of animals - I mean, he would be extremely jealous that Hufflepuffs get a badger as their crest)

Roger is a hard one. I was going back and forth between sorting him into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, and I could even work the case for the other two (his shady remarks in interviews get him Slytherin points and his ability to get through science education and music earn him some Ravenclaw nods). At the end of the day, I thought about the Roger outside the “slut roger/locked himself in a cupboard to get his way Roger”, and I settled into Hufflepuff for Rog. This is a man who was on TV weeks after his friend died just to defend his honor, this is someone who still fights for his legacy to be remembered, who gets teary when he talks about Fred. He stole a statue of him and has it in his backyard, I don’t think it gets any more protective than that. One of the main misconceptions is when we are told that Helga Hufflepuff “took the rest of them and treated them the same”, and we get to label Hufflepuff as the “non-traits-House” - on the contrary, I think it means that is the spirit of the house to see no difference among people and to welcome them with their flaws and good aspects. There are stories about Roger offering multiple friends a place to crash or a job and he welcomed Freddie with open arms to the band. He is also extremely hardworking and dedicated - still is to this day- and it’s also funny how Hufflepuffs get taken for granted, kind of like his place in the band usually is by critics or journalists who looked down on drums or didn’t even know he sang, and tend to label him as just the pretty blonde.

(I could 100% sort him into Gryffindor too. Loyalty often overlaps with chivalry, and he was fearless in defending Freddie and often speaking up his mind. Not to go there, but he is the guy who locked himself up in a cupboard to get his way and threw some TVs out the window. He is smart, but sometimes can do dumbass things, like selling Freddie’s jacket or throw a fit over three seventh of sugar. He is courageous and loves to stand out too)

John was another given to me. Deaky is a Slytherin, hands down. First of all, let me say that Slytherin is one of my favorite houses. I don’t get that “all evil lays in Slytherin”, because I see so many good traits in the house. Who says “ambitious” has to have a negative connotation? Being ambitious is being driven, working towards one goal, being driven to overcome all obstacles. Remember that story about John sneaking out of recording sessions to sit for his exams? And graduating with honors while being in the band? Or learning how to play double bass for ’39 in a couple of days after Brain made a joke about it? I mean, you also get a bit of that pettiness that’s also part of Slytherin, but that is core ambition. You know what else is ambition? Working towards what you want and opting out when it not longer motivates you, which also links with self-preservation. Slytherins are also known to hold close friendships and stick up for their own, which I feel in a way is what John did about Freddie. He is also known to be devastating with a line and sarcastic. He has determination and is resourceful - he brought a new sound to Queen and created his own amp.

(I could see John as a Hufflepuff too or a Ravenclaw. The man has intelligence to spare, and has his gentler side as well. What I said about his friendship with Freddie, his fondness for his friends and his love of his family life could get him in Hufflepuff too. John is a puzzle, but that for me gets him into the most enigmatic house of all)

And Freddie… I can’t see Freddie in any house but Gryffindor. Yes, I’m probably biased because I’m judging him on the various fights he had to fight and how fearless he was. How he fought to be remembered in his own terms, to handle his struggles in the way that he chose to, how he buckled down and fought to the end, made music to the end, enjoyed life in the way that he liked, and screw what anybody said. He is the embodiment of a Queen, a King, but also a Lion. Protective of his pack, brave and a leader. He fought for his friends, had strength to spare and more nerve than anybody else. He wanted to be a star, a legend, and he put his will into it and got it. He was protective of others, took many under his wing and valued his connections. He broke stereotypes, had vision and was a bit stubborn as well, willing to fight to get his way. I cannot think of a better word to describe him other than courageous and daring.

(for those many traits, I could also see him in Slytherin - he was ambitious, driven and groundbreaking. I find it that more often than not, Gryffindor and Slytherin traits overlap, which is kind of ironic when you think of all the misconceptions regarding those two houses and their so call rivalry)

I hope I made sense, and thank you thank you for sending this, I loved this question! I will get back to you on the BoRhap Boys, but in the meantime I couldn’t resist putting together a little moldboard for this Hogwarts Houses + Queen rambling.

#queen #hogwarts houses #queenhogwartshouses #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #anon #ask

51 notes · View notes

namixart · 5 years

Text

To start off 2019 with some positivity, I'm going to make a list of things that I absolutely love and make me happy in my favourite shows, movies, books, games etc. Small things, big things, no particular rhyme or reason. It was surprisingly therapeutic. Feel free to reblog and add your own!

Link being left-handed now let him use sign language Nintendo please

The entire Sector 6 Market section in Final Fantasy VII and the Honeybee Inn in particular

Zuko's character arc

The Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack

Final Fantasy X's worldbuilding

Everything about Disney's Mary Poppins it put me in a good mood for three days straight

How Percy absolutely adores his mum and is supportive of her relationship with Paul (after a while)

Edward Elric

(Yes. Just Edward Elric as a character, person, concept, actions...)

Major character design kink: boys with long (ish) blonde hair (see Edward, Link, Zidane, Howl)

Final Fantasy IX's soundtrack

Aerith and Tifa being close friends despite both being in love with Cloud

The Gentleman Bastard Sequence's worldbuilding

The fact that one of the characters in Zootopia speaks with my city's accent in the Italian dub (you never see it in any movie)

Final Fantasy IV's world being just vague enough that it tickles my creative bone to expand on it

Kingdom Hearts I using original storylines for the Disney Worlds

How Yato's eyes are very a very clear indication that he's a supernatural being in Noragami, being unnaturally light and bright

That one panel in the Kingdom Hearts II manga where an almost-naked Pete carries Maleficent bridal style out of the collapsing tower

Sleeping Beauty's art style and instrumental soundtrack

The fact that two super popular shonen manga/anime have leads who are super smart instead of being dumb muscle or the stock happy-go-lucky-not-very-bright protagonist (Fullmetal Alchemist and My Hero Academia)

How some of the Olympians like Hermes and Poseidon are so casual when interacting with mortals

The scene where the Spaceport is revealed in Treasure Planet and the look of the film in general

The first few chapters of the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga before card games took over the plot

People in the Gentleman Bastard Sequence being emotionally honest despite being literal con artists

The theatre motif in The Republic of Thieves

Cloud, Aerith and Tifa threatening Don Corneo, but especially Aerith saying that "she'll rip it off" if he doesn't cooperate

Locke and Jean becoming pirates in Red Seas Under Red Skies

The Hunger Games movies being the most accurate film adaptations I have seen in my life

The Kingdom Hearts soundtrack, especially the vocal tracks, Dearly Beloved and The Other Promise

Final Fantasy VI shoving you in what usually is the backstory of a videogame and literally destroying the world

Edward defending Mustang when he had his sight taken from him despite them having spent 90% of their screentime together bickering

Tony Stark and Peter Parker's relationship in the MCU

Sophie throwing a tantrum after she realises she's in love with Howl and creating deadly weedkiller to express those feelings

Darcy being a goddamn social Disaster in every incarnation of Pride and Prejudice

The relationship between Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye

The Once Upon a December sequence from Anastasia

The mere existence of Zamira Drakasha and Ezri Delmastro and everything they represent

Sokka's role as both the strategist and the goofball in the Gaang

Peter Parker sharing a hot dog with Loki when he could have asked for anything because Loki owed him a favour

How the plot of Kingdom Hearts is so ridiculous we don't even question it anymore

Enormous muscly men I can still categorise as "super adorable and sweet" (Major Armstrong, All Might)

Howl being the biggest drama queen in the book

My Hero Academia's fantasy AU ending

Spider-Man (PS4) nailing the Friendly Neighbourhood Spidey aspect of the character and letting him interact with civilians

That moment when I was sure Bakugou was going to join the League of Villains but then he didn't and I've never been happier about being wrong my entire life

Zuko practising before asking the Gaang to join them

SNAP SNAP SPARK SPARK

Harry's wonder at every new thing in the Wizarding World

The fact that Spider-Man's backstory could just as easily be that of a villain but instead he's a hero and he has the biggest heart

Jake and Amy being in an Adult and Communicative relationship while still being themselves and each other's best friend

Winry being just as much of a prodigy as Ed and Al and building Ed's automail at 11 years old

Percy Jackson starting out as a standard straight white kids' series and Riordan adding ALL THE DIVERSITY as soon as it got popular enough that Disney couldn't say no

Charlie Weasley just outright trespassing into Hogwarts to smuggle an illegal dragon out

The soul and essence of Pride and Prejudice being passive-aggressiveness and sarcasm

Apollo's haikus in Trials of Apollo

Every scene using Deep Canvas in Tarzan

Winry and Edward's diametrically opposed reactions to the realisation they're in love ("Oh I guess I've fallen for him alright moving on" vs "Fuckfuckfuckfuck oh shit no why oh god aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh")

Lilo & Stitch's watercolour backgrounds

The fact that Roy Mustang's womanising persona is a facade to hide the fact that he's a) a huge nerd, b) going to overthrow the government and c) in love with his lieutenant

The "makings of greatness" speech in Treasure Planet

Spider-Man (PS4)'s swelling score as you start web swinging

The Battle of 1000 Heartless in Kingdom Hearts II

Sophie proudly describing Howl to Abdullah, him assuming she was listing flaws and her getting angry about it

Edward and Alphonse being atheists despite having literally met their version of God

The fact that Amajiki is one of the top three hero students despite his crippling anxiety

Rubicante recognising Edge as a warrior and apologising for Lugae's horribleness

Edge unlocking new powers out of sheer rage

Sora throwing a tea party at the end of Dream Drop Distance while his best friend was still asleep

The backstory in Skyward Sword about Hylia and the first Link

The "immoral manga" omake in Fullmetal Alchemist

The School Festival arc in My Hero Academia, Eri finally smiling and Deku and Mirio being the best big brothers I've ever seen

Kingdom Hearts III finally coming out this month

McGonagall's cat form resembling her human form

Edward finally breaking down at the end of Fullmetal Alchemist god I love this boy so much he has such a big heart

The Enlarged Suit Scene from Howl's Moving Castle

Most of Howl’s Moving Castle is a delight to be honest

Kairi's reaction at the news that she would be training with Axel in A Fragmentary Passage

The bonfire scene in Cosmo Canyon from Final Fantasy VII

Uraraka deciding not to focus on her crush on Deku in order to grow as a hero

Rydia summoning Titan and raising a mountain at the ripe age of seven in Final Fantasy IV

The friendship between Percy, Annabeth and Grover

Kairi and Lea looking like they're going to be a team in Kingdom Hearts III

Greed (at least the second one) claiming that his goal in life is to have everything when in fact he only ever really wanted friends

The Main Theme of Final Fantasy playing during the scene where the characters not in the final battle pray for the party in Final Fantasy IV

The Overture from Phantom of the Opera

Locke Lamora from the Gentleman Bastard Sequence being named after Locke Cole from Final Fantasy VI

Luna Lovegood never having to change who she is and remaining weird and happy

Terra Branford becoming more human by feeling not romantic love but maternal love for a bunch of orphaned children

The "You're not alone" scene from Final Fantasy IX

Darcy respecting Elizabeth's refusal of his first proposal and working to become a better person after she points out his many flaws

Neku learning to open up to people in The World Ends With You and literally saving Shibuya through character development

Bakugou's slow development into a better person

The sketchy animation during Disney's Dark Age

The official character artwork for Skyward Sword

Harry and Sirius's relationship

Spider-Man being a street-level hero and being super humble even though he can literally lift Thor's hammer

That little high-five between Sora and Remy in the 30 seconds trailer for Kingdom Hearts III

Rosa and Rydia immediately ignoring the boys' order to not come to the Moon and stowing away on the Lunar Whale

Plus Edge's adorable "Y-you're here too!?" in the DS remake

Cloud not being allergic to smiling and joking around in the original Final Fantasy VII ("Let's mosey!")

Thor and Loki starting to mend their relationship in Ragnarok

Into The Spider Verse has a scene where Miles uses Spider-Man comic books to figure out how to use his powers and it's the best and I love it

You know what, Into The Spider Verse as a whole because I saw it a while back and I'm still gushing

#i feel so good about the world #long post

12 notes · View notes