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Seba niffler?
Seba is always niffling something or another.
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Niffu Biffu!
A print I made to sell in shop! Realized I never posted it to socials ;o
She serves as my mascot for my tattoo business!
#my art#Niffle Biffle#the monster under your bed#anime#anime girl#manga#oc#monster girl#monster sona#anime monster#cute girls#my characters#print
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Slithering Hearts
Chapter 4
Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! Reader
Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.
Notes : Just some rock cakes ;)
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James Potter, Marauder, almost selected Chaser of the Griffindor Quidditch team, stormed through the corridor, searching for you and thanking Merlin that his glasses hadn't cracked from the loud noise of the Howler. He spotted you in the courtyard, sitting with another Slytherin girl.
His eyes locked into yours, you did your best to hide your smirk as he came near,
"What the hell did you say to Mum?"
"James Potter talking to a slimy snake, what a wonder" You mocked then smirked, "And I only told her the truth, be glad I didn't tell dad" you crossed your arms.
James groaned, the irrational part of him still hated the green that adorned your robe, but it was closed from the yelling he had received. He sighed, probably accepting defeat, "Nothing can happen of you, can it, Zouwu"
You mock gasped, "How dare you say that, I perfectly did my wand lighting charm and my potion didn't even explode", your smirk had turned into a bright smile as you told excitedly about your lessons.
James watched you with a little smile on his face, in the end you were still the same, an annoying little shit. He still scoffed, "You are still earning house points for the slimy snake house"
"Not my fault you are losing yours playing silly pranks" You remarked chuckling at James's offended gasp.
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The days went by smoothly, considering you did your best to avoid any kind of noticeable trouble. You did occasionally sneaked off to hang out with Hagrid, whom you met when a niffler attacked you, and he was called to take it away.
You liked talkimg to him but didn't have to heart to tell something about his rock cakes, not even when your spoon bended trying to crack it. Hagrid had chuckled at your horrified expresion.
Still, one dreary afternoon you stood on his gate, "Hello Hagrid, I was wondering if you'd let me bake a cake"
Hagrid chuckled, "Good thing, I was thinking of preparing some rock cakes today"
You blinked owlishly, before clearing your throat, "Hagrid, I was wondering if I could make it myself, it's my friend's birthday, you see"
Hagrid moved from the door, "Why don't you come in then, but I'm not sure if I have all the supplies, you need"
You nodded grinning, "I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something"
Dwindling between the actual lack of supplies and the persistent hugs of the niffler which once attacked you, you had managed up to conjure a real rock cake, which didn't actually feel like a rock. You left a spare cake for Hagrid and thanked him heartfully, for letting you cook. Bending down, you patted the niffler which again tried to lunge for your chain, "Bye Niffles"
And so you went to your next stop,
"Wait a minute baby potter, I'll call James"
Sirius said when he saw you coming.
"Actually Sirius, I needed to talk to you, it is Regulus's birthday" Sirius eyed you suspiciously, knowing the implication. "So?"
"Will you come to the Common room today at midnight" you looked at him with your best puppy eyes that you could conjure up.
"Me in Slytherin Common Room, Merlin's beard, I will not be caught dead there"
"Please Sirius, you mean a lot to him, you can come with the invisiblity cloak, he won't be happy without you" You almost begged, glancing up at him.
Sirius didn't say anything definitive just a "I'll think about it", you still told him the password to the common room.
It was certainly an accident about how you found about about this trivial matter, Regulus's birthday, while you knew everyone's else, you strangely didn't know his.
You were in library, Regulus had dropped his notebooks on a nearby table and gone to pick up a book. Among others, he carried a black leather notebook with him and behind it in small letters were his initial and birth date, which you so just happened to glance upon on as you looked closely, and knowing his tendency of seclusion, you made a plan.
So some time before midnight while most of the common room was empty, you sat there with your Potions homework, completing it now since you were busy the whole day. You looked at the raven haired boy who among others was about to leave for his dorm, "Reg, I don't get this part, can you please explain it?"
Regulus looked at you curiously, you excelled at your studies and more like never needed help, but he instantly agreed, "Sure" Regulus moved to sit beside you glancing at the homework, "Which exact part are you talking about, the cauldron mixing or the herb collection?"
"Herb collection" you nodded, taking notes while he explained the procedures and precaution. Between his ramblings, you glanced at the clock, few minutes to midnight, you were worried the rock cake beneath your cloak won't actually become rock.
"Are you here?" Regulus asked noticing your distracted look.
"Huh" You broke out of your trance, at his perturbed gaze, "Of course, you were telling that porcupine quills should never be added while the cauldron is boiling". Regulus nodded, but as he began to continue, the door or wall to the common room slid open, with no one in sight. You hid your grin, while Regulus stood up, his wand pointing out. Only a minute now.
Regulus heard footsteps in the barren comon room, he glanced back at you, to see you shuffling among your stuff, "Can you hear the footsteps too?"
"For Merlin's sake, couldn't you have walked slowly" You grinned, Regulus turned and his heart almost came out , only the head of Sirius floated in the air.
"Happy Birthday" you both silently cheered, shoving the cake in his face, Regulus stood still, Sirius shook him, "Hey, Reggie, are you broken?"
"No,I, um, I, thank you," he whispered, nodding, not trusting his voice, the cake was cut, Sirius took a big piece to take back, while you took a big bite. It could have been better.
You turned to Sirius, whispering, "Thankyou for coming"
"No probs", he clapped Regulus's back, "I'll be leaving, all the green is making me sick, thanks for the cake". Maybe Sirius wasn't fully in, but it was something.
Sirius left as he came, Regulus turned to you, "How did you know?"
With a mouthful of cake, you grinned, "Magic".
He looked as if he couldn't comprehend something, "But why?"
You stopped picking up your supplies, tilting your head you smiled a genuine one "Because you are my friend silly"
Taglist : @shycreationdreamland @mp-littlebit @girlbooklover555
#regulus black#regulus black x reader#regulus black x female reader#regulus black x y/n#regulus black x you#regulus black series#timothee x reader#timothee fanfic#timothee chalamet x reader#timothée chalamet#marauders#marauders era#sirius black#james potter
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whatever theyre everything to me //s niffle ...
#teethcritter#homestuck#homestuck fanart#kanaya maryam#karkat vantas#her skirt isnt a vriska thing shes just goth . its a rose thing
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"nefling" as gender-neutral "sibling-child"
There's been some discussion about a gender-neutral term for "niece or nephew" and I know there's been some settling on "nibling". And I really don't like that, as it is an obviously play on "nibble" which implies something tiny and inconsequential. Which maybe works if they're a baby, but is generally condescending.
Looking through the etymology of "nephew" and "niece", I think that "nefling" is probably the most sensible linguistic construction.
Nephew:
From Middle English nevew, neveu (“nephew, grandson”), from Old French neveu, from Latin nepos, nepōtem, from Proto-Italic *nepōts (also, from whence we get "nepotism")
Displaced or absorbed the inherited English neve (“nephew, grandson, male cousin”), from Middle English neve, from Old English nefa, from Proto-West Germanic *nefō, from Proto-Germanic *nefôd
Niece:
From Middle English nece (“niece, granddaughter”), from Old French nece (“niece, granddaughter”) (Modern French nièce (“niece”)) from Late Latin neptia, representing Latin neptis (“granddaughter”), from Proto-Indo-European *néptih₂ (“granddaughter, niece”). Doublet of nift. (displaced form)
nift: From Middle English nyfte, nift, nifte, from Old English nift (“niece, granddaughter”), from Proto-Germanic *niftiz (“niece”), from Proto-Indo-European *néptih₂.
All the terms we have for niece and nephew, both in original OE and in French borrowings, derive from the PIE *nepōts (*néptih₂ itself comes from *nepōts + *-ih₂.
If you trace those four terms back to a common ancestor, we could have "nepper", "nepling" or even "nephling", but that's crossing etymological forms (something English would never (/s) do, I know). But honestly, I just don't like the sound of "nepper" (close to "nipper", a colloquial for "small child" and very similar to "nibbler").
But if you go from the Proto-Germanic *nefod and *niftiz, you can construct either "nifling" or "nefling". Since "niffling" is slang for "to pilfer" and a "niffler" is a term for "trifle", I'm strongly inclined to the latter. And because we're taking the Germanic linguistic root, we don't have to deal with a "-ph-" in there.
"Nefling" it is?
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Hello!
I have been having a hard time recently. Every time I feel like I'm getting better I just fall back into a pit. I was wondering if you could write a little Yandere Moonknight fic with reader who is either having eating troubles, struggling with self h@rm or anything you're comfortable with writing. PLEASE don't feel the need to write this, I completely understand if you don't want to!
(But if you do I really like when you write them to be a little stern/rough with the reader)
🫡 Thankyou Cap 🤍
Hope you're okay sweetheart 💙
Never again
Your arms bandages and your ankle restrained to your bed.
You hugged yourself before hearing the door open.
You looked up to see Jake entering to your room.
After you'd harmed yourself they all reacted differently, Steven could barely look at you, Marc was angry and forceful and Jake was soft but manipulative.
"Time to eat, mi amor." Jake said before you looked away.
"I'm not hungry." You grumbled as he chuckled.
"My sweet girl, it's not your choice. Well, you can have one choice." He said sitting on your bed and brushing his hand through your hair.
"Either you eat now and you make me proud or you continue to be stubborn and I beat you until you pass out and then force feed you." He said in his usual calm sweet voice with his hand still going through your hair.
"I-I'll eat." You whispered making him smile.
You slowly turned around and sat up to face him.
"See? Mi amor. You can be good for me." He said as you looked up at him in fear.
He helped you out of bed and you followed him out to the kitchen.
"What do I need to eat?" You whispered as he went into the pantry.
"Why don't we start simple, mi amor? Some soup and bread." He said as you nodded.
You sat down at the table and watched him prepare it.
"I don't want Marc to hate me." You whispered with tears in your eyes as you looked down at your hands.
"Mi amor, he would never hate you. He's disappointed because you disobeyed us but he would never hate you." Jake said as you nodded a little.
He heard you snuffled and turned around.
"Oh, mi amor." He whispered holding your face in his hand.
"Don't cry, baby." He said, but that only made you cry even more.
"I'm hurting. I just, I wanted to feel something. So, I hurt myself. And then I made you all angry at me, and Steven won't talk to me. I didn't do it to upset you, I'm sorry." You whispered begining to sob as Jake knelt and slowly wiped away your tears.
"Shh, it's alright. I could never hate you baby girl." Marc voice came through as you looked at him and niffled.
"Does Steven hate me?" You asked as he smiled sadly.
"No, precious girl. He doesn't hate you. Come here, angel." He whispered standing up and opening his arms.
You jumped up and hugged him tightly.
"I'm sorry." You cried out as he ran his hand through your hair.
"Shh, baby it's okay. I know you'll never do it again. I forgive you, babygirl. We all love you, okay?" He said as you nodded and niffled softly.
"I love you too."
#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#Yandere#yandere moonknight#Yandere moon knight#Yandere moon knight x reader#Reader insert#X reader#Request
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I’ll make it up to you
wife! Luna Lovegood x fem! mute! reader
Summary: Y/n prepares a beautiful dinner for hers and Lunas second anniversary, but sadly, it doesn't goes to plan when Luna is a no show
Warnings: established relationship, muggle! reader, kissing, mentions of food, eating and sex, light angst, hurt/comfort, featuring wife luna and dora the mischievous niffle x
A/n: 1.5k words, their niffler is named after pandora, first time writing for luna x thank you for the request, enjoy xx
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It had been a long day but taking the early morning shift to get off a couple hours earlier would be worth it. Dropping your keys in the dish you shrug off your coat, brushing off the little droplets of snow that have already begun to thaw
After hanging it up you take a seat, promptly taking off your boots before skipping up the short half flight of stairs to your bedroom. Reaching the top you can’t help but smile at the arched ceiling above your bed. Not only did you find your wife’s painting beautiful but your pet niffler, Dora, was napping on one of the beams with what looks like your neighbors silverware in her hand
Walking up to your wardrobe, you decide she can keep the ware for now, today was your anniversary, no need for a grumpy niffler on yours and Luna's special day. Opening the doors you crouch down, grabbing the box from the back which held the outfit you had bought just for the occasion
After changing you feel a small nudge into your ankle as you quickly fix your hair. Looking down you see Dora has woken up. You hold out your hands, curling your fingers to encourage her and she jumps into your grasp. She scrambles around to your shoulders and you gladly accept your new companion as you head back down and into the kitchen, getting started on dinner
You were going to make Luna the best meal, muggle style, which in your opinion tasted better than magic made meals but maybe that's because you were a little biased towards all things muggle being one yourself. If you had told yourself five years ago you’d be married to the most wonderfully weird witch and had many a magic pet you’d think yourself mad, but you wouldn’t replace it for anything
Silent giggles escape as Dora jumps off your shoulder and decides fruit as no place in their designated bowl and would make a much better napping spot instead. She watches you prepare dinner, placing it on the stove to simmer, hanging a few decorations about, including a bunch of flowers that were made up of Lunas favourite wizardry ones and your favourite muggle ones
Everything was ready, perfect, the clock just struck 7 and she should be home any minute…7.10…any minute now…7:30…any minute?
When the clock strikes eight you feel your heart breaking, Dora must feel it too as she floats up in front of you and offers you a hair pin that you swear is one of Lunas friends Ginnys
You give Dora a smile, accepting the gift, and sign to tell her thank you. She then cuddles onto your lap while you decide to eat your meal, not wishing to waste it, and after not eating since lunch in prep you were starving.
When nine rolls around you place your wife’s food into some tupperware before getting changed into some pajamas, finally letting the tears fall as you climb into bed. Dora letting you cuddle her briefly before you nod off and she goes about her own business
Luna quickly made her way into the cottage, gifts in hand, she had gone to pick out some after work but got a tad distracted. Safe to say in a few weeks Dora would have a little brother to teach all her mischievous tricks too
“Bug?” she calls out softly, a smile matching her sweet tone but it starts to a pout when there’s no sight of you nor sound of feet shuffling, you always met her at the door
Walking into the living room she sees a dim light from the balcony of the bedroom, she wonders if you’re listening to muggle music again, or maybe Dora has decided she needs light whilst spreading out all her loot from the day
It’s only when she enters the kitchen and flicks on the light with her wand her heart aches. The lonely tub of food on the table, fork placed neatly on top with hers and your favourite flowers looming solemnly behind
Her eyes flick to the grandfather clock “Oh” she sighs out “I’m so late” she notes sadly, gently laying the gifts down on the table as she reads the little note
Hi x thought you might be hungry, if it’s gone cold place it in the oven at 160 for 30 mins, love your bug x
Oh and make sure to put it in a proper bowl first because this tub will melt…can’t lose another good tub!
She giggles at the last part but her heart hurts that she missed the dinner you clearly spend a while preparing
“You’re still dreadful at hide and seek” she looks over to the cupboard, to which a little head pokes out “Where is she?” Luna asks, even if she has an incline
Dora jumps out from the cupboard to the floor, walking out of the kitchen and to the living room before stopping and pointing up at the soft glow emitting from the bedroom
“Thanks” she says, pecking Dora on the head before heading up to the bedroom, leaving Dora to run back and steal the fork above the tupperware before following
As Luna reaches the top and her eyes fall on the lump in the bed she feels relieved. Approaching the bed she makes her way around to your side, however as she draws closer she notices the shine on your cheeks
Kneeling down her heart breaks, she never meant to hurt you, nor ruin your second anniversary together. She runs the back of her fingers over your cheek tenderly, being sure not to wake you, before pressing a kiss to your glistening cheek and standing up
Luna quickly gets changed, getting into the blue slip she had bought especially and climbs into the bed behind you. Her hands slither around your sides, bringing herself as close as possible as she nudges her nose into your hair
“I love you bug” she whispers and she kisses your temple “I’ll make it up to you”
You woke slowly, eyes fluttering as you became aware of your surroundings, the bed, the light, Dora’s light snores from above, but especially the arm and leg draped around you.
Opening your eyes you look down to see Luna cuddling you, head on your chest, arm and leg holding you securely in place, her long blonde hair beautiful scattered across her shoulder and face
Your hand comes up to move a strand, then moves down to flick over her soft rosy cheek. You felt at peace knowing she’s safe, that’s she’s home where she belongs, even if your heart still stings from last night. But you know her, she would never hurt you on purpose, she’d have a good reason and you’d hear it
You slowly shift under her grip, eventually moving your pillow around which she whines into as she cuddles it. Stepping into your slippers you quietly make your way downstairs and into the kitchen. When you get there you pout at the uneaten food but then your eyes widen
Two perfectly wrapped gifts in the prettiest paper. Your heart warms, dots connecting as you run your fingers over it. You don’t open them, Luna would want to see your reaction as you would hers, so you busy yourself with breakfast
Around 30 minutes later you’re about to flip the last pancake when you distantly hear the patter of footsteps behind you. Just after you flip it and are about to turn around you feel Luna hugging you from behind
“Hi” she leans up and kisses your shoulder before hooking her head over it
You take one of her hands in yours squeezing it to say hi back before placing the pancake on the pile with the rest and taking the pan off the heat
Luna turns off the hob for you, which you press your fingers to your chin briefly as you turn around to say thank you
“I’m sorry I was late” she apologises “I found something at work and it gave me the perfect gift idea and then I may have ran into Hagrid who had a spare egg…and I couldn't resist” she gets bashful near the end, both of you knowing how many pets you both have in the garden and nearby woodland due to the general half giant
You just smile at her, about to start signing when she steps back, revealing the slip and your mouth drops open
Luna tilts her head before she notices, blush grazing her cheeks “You like it?” she steps back, turning her hips to show the sway and your eyes widen, smile forming
Your soon eyes snap back up after losing yourself, becoming flustered as you nod shyly, gesturing a soft and sweet ‘You look beautiful’ with eyes filled with love
She lights up “Thank you bug” she steps forward “Can you forgive me?”
You nod again, signing ‘always’ before pulling her in for a hug which she accepts right away
“I’ll make it up to you” she murmurs into your neck, placing a kiss there, her words like a promise that you know she’ll keep
Thank you for reading ♡
#luna lovegood x reader#luna lovegood x you#luna lovegood#luna and reader#luna lovegood and reader#luna lovegood x y/n#luna x reader#luna x you#luna#luna lovegood imagine#luna lovegood fanfiction#luna lovegood fic#golden era
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Bed-Buddies
"Jaune?"
Jaune peeled his eyes open to find his team mate, Nora, standing by his bed. She was in her black tank top and pink shorts for her pajamas, and in her hands, she held a large, pink pillow. Jaune lifted his head up with a grunt.
"I... I had a bad dream." She explained. "Can I, uh..."
He laid his head down with a yawn. "Sure."
"Thank you." She moved to the other side of his bed and pulled the blanket off. She climbed inside and rested her head on her pillow. "Good night, Jaune."
"Good night, Nora." Jaune then fell asleep peacefully for the rest of the night.
"Um, do you want to hear about my bad dream?" That's what he wished, but reality was much crueler than that. "If you don't, that's cool, too."
Jaune rolled over with a yawn and faced Nora. "Sure. I'm listening."
"So, I was at a big party. Like a REALLY big party. And everybody was dressed fancy, even me! And I was wearing a REALLY fancy dress. I think it had diamonds, or maybe they were rhinestones? Anyways, I started walking around, trying to figure out what the party was for, but nobody answered me. It was like I was one of those shadow people back at Beacon. You know, the really creepy stalker guys who were into that fad for a while? Like, I like a little black now and then, but every day? Could you imagine? Anyways, I started hearing music and I started following it. It was, like, that fancy piano thing. What are they called again?"
"An organ?" Jaune offered.
"Yeah! There was an organ thing playing, and that's... that's when I..." Nora let out a sniffle. "That's when the dream got bad. I saw what was going on, and... And it was a wedding. Up ahead, I saw Renny, and he kissed..."
"Yang?" Jaune answered for her. He thought something like this would happen.
Ever since the couple came out as a couple, everyone was thrilled. Or at least, that's what Nora had tried to pull off, but it was more like she was getting more and more hysterical as it happened. Best friends go through this type of heartbreak all the time, or so he heard, since he hadn't had a best friend since Beacon.
"Yeah, and then they started kissing, and more and more. Then they started floating away, and everything around me was getting darker and darker. I tried to chase after them but then I tripped and..." She gulped. "And then I was back in the village again, except I was a lone, and the Grimm were coming, and I couldn't run away, and then-"
Nora's hysteria ceased as she felt something warm press against her. A large palm rubbed against her back as a soft hissing whisper hushed her. Jaune placed his head in the crook of her neck, over her shoulder.
"You're okay. It's okay. Everything's okay."
Nora returned in kind with her own hug, digging her fingers into Jaune's night shirt. She wept hot tears as she heaved heavy breaths into his ears. Her voice cracked as she spoke.
"I-I thought it would be me and Ren forever!" She wept. "It was always Ren and Nora, and Nora and Ren. What..." She swallowed and pushed her face into his shoulder. "What do I do now that I'm just Nora?!"
"You won't be just Nora." Jaune softly said. "You have your friends, too, and I know it's hard when your best friend starts doing things without you, but you just have to remember you have your other friends." Jaune pulled his head away to look down at Nora. "You still have me, right?"
"Mhm." She niffled, but didn't let go of Jaune.
"Ren will still be there for you, Nora," Jaune placed his hand behind Nora's head, softly petting her down from her sobs, "just like I'll always be here for all of my friends. Including you, Nora."
"Thank you." She whimpered.
Sleep came much easier for the two, though Jaune's arm would feel funny in the morning. His door quietly creaked open as a pair of magenta eyes peered inside. Beneath them, a soft smile creased his face. One of Ren's concerns on his date was how Nora would sleep without him close by.
To his relief, Jaune was an acceptable substitute.
He turned from the door, quietly shutting it against the frame. In the hall, a blonde brawler smirked at him. He was about to speak his apologies when she pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. She just waved him to follow her to the common room. They would spend the rest of the night watching shows quietly on the couch.
Meanwhile, Nora and Jaune slept in each other's embrace as Nora had a much nicer dream that night.
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hello sweet loves, today is my birthday. if you'd like to send a little monetary appreciation my way, i'll put my payment apps below. in any case i'm very grateful for this blog and this space for, in part, helping me to become who i am today
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Missing Jacket
A/N - A small drabble of a sister!reader and Newt Scamander. I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 350
“Where is my jacket?” You looked up from your book, a Niffler curled up on your shoulder, snoring quietly. Your older brother, Newt, was searching for his jacket. Said jacket was hiding under your bed, a new nest for your Niffler, named Niffle. How original.
“Haven’t seen it,” You lied, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you went back to reading the history of Mahoutokoro, the famed Japanese wizarding school you had wished you had gone to instead of Hogwarts. Of course, Hogwarts was incredible, but why did you have to go to the same school as your older brother? That and you thought learning new languages was fun, so why not give Japanese a try?
“Why are you lying?” Newt folded his arms with a huff, eyes narrowing with frustration. He always knew when you lied, you swore he was a superhero, as he did it without the use of any magic, that you knew of.
“I’m not,” You mumbled, slipping further back into your bed, hiding your face behind the book.
“Liars get punished, Y/N,” Newt grumbled, which you knew meant trouble. You let out a small squeak as he leaped onto your bed and pulled you underneath him, straddling your hips as he dug into your most sensitive spots he had memorized from years of experience.
“Newt!” You squealed, trying to bat him away, smacking his shoulders and torso with little affect. He smiled down at you as you could only laugh, your sensitive skin being tormented by his devious fingers until you couldn’t take it any longer. “Under the bed!”
“Thank you,” He immediately stopped and hopped off in one swift motion. He bent over and tossed his jacket over his shoulder, smiling at you as you huffed in breaths of air. Niffle had falling onto the floor during the scuffle and was now climbing up the sheets on the side of the bed, letting out high pitched noises in anger, telling you all about his frustration.
“Jackass,” You called after Newt as he walked out of the room. However, he froze before he got very far, turning back to look at you with an expression of mock shock.
“Oh, you are so going to get it now,” Newt tossed his newly acquired jacket to the side and ran back into your bedroom for an even longer attack.
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Many of the Goldsteins are animagi. They include the asshole himself Benjamin (idk if that’s possible in Legacy), both of Benjamin’s sons Avram and Solomon (Tina and Queenie father), Tina’s son Sol and both of her grandsons Rolf and Johnny, Rolf’s twins might become animagi later but idk. On Avram’s branch of the family there is four of his five great grandchildren Amelia, Anthony, Alex and Abby are animagi. Idk yet how many of Amelia’s children are animagi but at the very least her oldest AJ is one
Here’s the animagi list in order of when they became one
Benjamin- a snake
Solomon- an Eagle
Avram- wolf (he’s not a werewolf but he’s often confused for one)
Sol- Niffle (he’s Newton’s son)
Amelia- cat
Anthony- either a lion or some sort of bird
Rolf- capuchin monkey
Alex- dog
Abby- song bird
Johnny- some type of lizard
AJ- Dove
#Harry Potter#animagi#the Goldstein family#Benjamin Goldstein#Amelia Goldstein#Anthony Goldstein#rolf scamander#Amelia taught Anthony Alex and Abby#Anthony asked her and she taughted Alex and Abby before the war started for their safety#if there is a Jewish animagi they are probably part of the Goldstein family#more of Amelia’s children might be animagi but as of now I only have AJ as one#maybe Amelia’s kids Danny and Kaitlin and Anthony’s son Eli all become animagi together but idk
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Every time I see your blog, I pronounce it "niffle street" in my head.
better than 'nftstreet'
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“Hugo has had a stuffed niffler named “Niffles” ever since he was a baby.”
#harry potter next gen headcanon#harry potter headcanon#harry potter next gen#harry potter next generation#harry potter
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Alaska and Niffles , some silly fusion drawings of me and my friend
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June Scrimgeour and the Myrmepath’s Ring
Chapter I Part I
here is the beginning of a story I am writing for ant-daughter. I am still deep in developmental edits for the third act because it turns out that writing mystery and adventure is challenging but hey I decided to have no shame and share shit today so here we gooooo. The fic the Harry Potter fandom has all been waiting for, an OC-centered gen fic that is all about creating more magical arthropod lore :D
Eleven-year-old June Scrimgeour sprawled on the floor in Granny Beetle’s drawing room, reading an old book. Golden light streamed in through the open windows and the breeze that drifted up from the coast smelled of salt and fish. June’s orange-furred niffler, Nugget, curled on her shoulder.
Granny Beetle was not June’s real grandmother. Her real grandparents lived in London like her parents. But Granny Beetle was Granny Beetle to everyone in the surrounding village, and she insisted the children call her by the same name.
Although Granny Beetle was a kindly old witch, June hadn’t warmed up to her immediately. Her shyness would have lasted even longer if her siblings hadn’t been with her. She often thought her fifteen-year-old sister, Sylvia, was unbearably bossy, but in the absence of their parents, Sylvia took on the maternal role. She offered comfort, even when June wouldn’t always admit she needed it. And ten-year-old Peter was often a nuisance, but she would have worried about him if he wasn’t there.
Not all evacuees were so fortunate; many young witches and wizards were separated not only from their parents but from their siblings as well.
And not all evacuees were housed with someone as kind as Granny Beetle. She gave the Scrimgeour siblings a good deal of freedom to roam her cottage and the surrounding coast unsupervised. And Nugget had been her gift to June - for it wasn’t only children who had evacuated to the coast. Many animals had also evacuated under the Ministry’s hastily assembled F.A.R.M.S. program. Nugget’s mother had been a rescue niffler brought to Granny Beetle’s the previous year, and she had given birth to a mischievous litter of nifflings not long after the Scrimgeour siblings had arrived.
June and Nugget’s favorite room in the whole cottage was the drawing-room. The walls themselves seemed to be made of books, for they hung in the air with no visible means of support. There were other objects adorning the walls - shadow boxes displaying exotic butterflies and glittering silver compasses and vases full of fanged geraniums. There were faded scrolls written in languages June couldn’t read, and colorful bottles covered in dust.
Nugget liked it for the compasses and bottles and other shiny knickknacks, which she collected while June read, only to be forced to give them up again before bedtime.
June liked it for the books.
She spent hours pouring over the books in Granny Beetle’s library, while Sylvia practiced piano in the sitting room and Peter flew on his practice broom outside.
Her current book was falling apart at the seams, so she had to press one hand against the pages to prevent them from falling out. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t spotted it before now.
An Introduction to Magientomology
This was a topic she would never tire of.
She ran a finger down the chapter list and flipped to the section that most interested her: Ants.
Ants are a prominent species found almost everywhere on the planet. They are known for their hard-working behavior and, in some societies, for the painful bite they can give.
June propped her chin in her hands as she turned the page. There was a large, ink-wash illustration of enormous ants fighting a group of wizards in turbans. Like all wizard illustrations, the ants and the wizards moved - the ants snapping their mandibles dangerously and the wizards waving their wands in the air. The wands emitted tiny red sparks - the only hint of color in the otherwise black-and-white painting.
Myrmecoleons are a type of large ant found in Near East regions. These ants are most famed for the hoards they collect and their viciousness when it comes to thieves.
“I was in Professor Crouch’s class, y’know.”
June slammed the book shut, clutching her chest. “Blimey, Eliza!” And then, “Who is Professor Crouch?”
The ghost of Eliza Beetle floated near the floor with her legs folded beneath her. A long night dress covered most of her body, but silvery pockmarks covered her face and hands. She had only been fifteen when she died of Dragon Pox. She pointed at the book in June’s hands, and June looked down at the cover again, noting the authors for the first time:
Cocinelle Crouch and Phorida Driscoll.
“That was our textbook. In Magientomology. It’s always so funny when them profs give out books they scribbled themselves, init?”
Once, June had found Eliza and Granny Beetle’s West Country accents impossible to understand. Now she didn’t even need to translate before answering. “Sylvia never mentioned Magientomology.” June’s tone was accusing; her older sister was well aware of her passion for insects.
Eliza swelled up with self-importance. “That’s ‘cause Hogwarts don’t be offering Magientomology no more.” She leaned forward so that her incorporeal lips brushed June’s ear, causing the young witch to shiver. “There be three magientomology profs gone missing, so they stopped offering it. Me classmates and I had to swap over to the Beasts class.”
“Missing!” June ran her fingers along the threadbare cloth spine of An Introduction to Magientomology and mouthed the names of the authors. Cocinelle Crouch and Phorida Driscoll. She flipped the book open to the inside cover, but there was no author blurb to be read. “Was Phorida Driscoll a Magientomology professor, as well?”
Eliza’s sigh whistled through the drawing-room like the winter wind. “Not that I ever heard. Not at Hogwarts.”
Before June could answer, she heard a sound like bare feet on the carpet in the hallway. She turned her head slightly toward the door, trying to catch the sound.
The door swung open, and Peter burst into the room, waving an envelope aloft. “O June! The post arrived!” He was paler than June, with blond hair, rosy cheeks, and a sunny disposition that neither of his older sisters shared.
Any further inquiries June might have made about the now defunct Magientomology Department were forgotten in her excitement at Peter’s announcement. She leaped to her feet, flapping her arms so vigorously she might have been trying to take flight. Nugget squeaked in protest and dug little claws into her shoulder to avoid toppling from her perch. June snatched the letter out of Peter’s hands. A wax crest sealed the envelope. She turned it over and examined the name printed on the front. Her name.
“I wish I could go off to Hogwarts.” Peter craned his neck to see over June’s shoulder. Eliza drifted higher into the air until she was floating directly above June for a better view of the long-awaited acceptance letter.
June ripped open the envelope. “You don’t have to wait too much longer, only one more year.”
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Armando Dippet
(Chanc. Order of the Walnut, Grand Sorc., Order of Merlin: Second Class)
Dear Ms. Scrimgeour,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Galatea Merrythought
Galatea Merrythought,
Deputy Headmistress
June read the letter a second time. She had never doubted that she would be accepted, but that didn’t dim her excitement. Like most magical children, she had waited for this day impatiently, wheedling and cajoling her parents in the hopes they might allow her a wand before ever she began formal wizarding school. Acceptance at Hogwarts was an honor. After all, it was the best wizarding school in Britain.
She squeezed her eyes shut and held the letter against her chest as she lost herself for a moment in daydreams, wherein she used a real wand to cast proper spells. At last she would be a proper witch, no longer consigned to the unpredictable magic of childhood.
After a moment, she opened her eyes again. “I suppose…” she began, in the slow voice of one waking from a dream, “I suppose we ought to let Granny know, so she can send an owl back.”
“I’ll tell her!” Peter bounded into the narrow hallway.
June raced after him, her letter clutched in one hand. “Oh, no, you don’t! It’s my letter, not yours, Peter!” She barrelled past her little brother, her face screwed up in determination. Nugget leaped off her shoulder and slid across the polished wood floor.
June was so focused on beating Peter to Granny Beetle, she didn't notice.
Peter stumbled into the wall. “You pushed me! Granny Beetle! June pushed me!”
They careened into the kitchen, practically on top of one another. The smell of cinnamon and baking apples greeted them, as well as the astonished visage of a squat witch, barely taller than June. She had tried to tame her white hair with a bun, but loose strands stood up in all directions. Her wand peeked out of the pocket of her flour-covered floral apron and she held a dishrag in one hand. “What’s all this racket, then?”
“June pushed me!” Peter repeated while June yelled over him, “I got my Hogwarts letter!!”
Granny Beetle folded both arms across her chest and looked from one child to the other. “Take it steady now. June, you first.”
June held her letter aloft, her face beaming with pride despite the accusations her brother had leveled at her. “My Hogwarts letter came. Look!”
Granny reached out to take the letter from her. “Aye, yer sister’s done arrived in the post today, too. D’you got your train ticket?”
June turned the envelope upside down and out fell the ticket into her palm.
“Now, Pete, what be it you got to say?”
Peter scuffed his feet against the floor. “June pushed me. When we were coming to the kitchen—”
“That’s because you were trying to tell my news before me!” June interrupted, imitating Granny Beetle by crossing her arms.
“It’s not proper to shove.” Granny Beetle’s mouth crinkled into a smile, taking the sting out of her admonishment. “Juney, you’m gonna help Silvy with the washing. Pete, you and me’ll sort out supper. Come on now, my lovers.”
She ushered them into the kitchen, wordlessly overriding their attempts at dragging their feet.
“But we haven’t sent our reply to Hogwarts yet!” June objected in a desperate bid to avoid chores. “It said in the letter we have to send a reply by July 31st.”
Granny flicked her wand toward a row of baskets hanging from the ceiling, causing one to float gently down until it landed with a thump on the kitchen table. “It won’t take two weeks for an owl to fly to Hogwarts even with this horrible war.”
“But the bombs…” June twisted her hands as Granny Beetle nearly shoved her out the door into the back garden, where she could see Sylvia’s blonde head bent over a washtub.
“If Hogwarts could send an owl to you, you’ll be able to send one back, mind. Post owls be smart birds, Juney. Don’t you fret.”
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