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grandeoatmilklatte · 2 months

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Taking a Sick Day 🤒 (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)

Alternate title: "come over, my parents aren't home!"

I'm back from another writing hiatus! Please enjoy this floor-fucking smut!

Warnings: NSFW || P in V || 0ral || f!ng3r!ng || loss of V || Characters are aged up and 18+ || MDNI || (1892 words)

“Oh sweetheart! You’re burning up! You can’t go out like this!” Ominis’s mother exclaimed as she sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on her son’s forehead. “Everyone else will just have to go without us.”

“It’s alright mother! I wouldn’t want you to miss the party! I can stay home alone. I’ll be asleep most of the evening anyway.” Ominis pleaded, praying he didn’t sound too desperate.

“He’s right dear, the boy is eighteen now, he’s old enough to stay home alone for an evening.” his father’s voice echoed from the other side of the room.

After a few moments of discussion between Ominis’s parents, it was agreed Ominis could indeed stay home, while the rest of the family attended a dinner party that night at the home of a family friend. Ominis smiled to himself as he heard his parents leave the room, waiting until their footsteps receded before jumping to his feet, dashing to his desk and quickly crafting a letter, whispering words to his self writing quill before shooing his owl away so that his letter could be delivered as quickly as possible.

Ominis’s plan was turning out to be a success so far.

An hour later, the Gaunts were saying their goodbyes to Ominis, letting him know that they would return past midnight, and that they wouldn’t wake him when they returned. Once they had left, Ominis summoned the family house elf, letting the elf know that he was giving him the night off so that he could be alone while he recovered from his “illness”. The elf was happy to oblige. When Ominis confirmed that the house was indeed empty, he made his way to the family room and waited, his heart beating out of his chest.

Less than twenty minutes passed before Ominis heard the sound of tapping at the window of the family room. He dashed to the front door, listening for a moment before he called out.

“Darling, is that you?”

“Yes! It’s me!” Came the beautiful voice of his girlfriend before he felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He kissed her back and led her inside, shutting the door behind him.

“I was so worried they wouldn’t fall for it! Had I known this was that easy I would have skipped out on every one of our History of Magic classes!” Ominis said as he proceeded to quickly give his girlfriend a tour of his home. She laughed at his remark, but her eyes were wide in awe, taking in her surroundings.

“Ominis, your home is incredible!”

Ominis felt a slight pang of sadness knowing that this was the only way he could have her in his home - in secret. The couple had been together since their fifth year, with their romantic interactions being few and far between due to a lack of privacy at Hogwarts. They managed to see each other occasionally over the summer holidays, but this had to also be in public spaces, her muggleborn status making an invite to the Gaunt manor forbidden, lest she wish to be killed. Recently, Ominis had begun to slowly and secretly steal from his family’s fortune, waiting until he had stolen enough for them to run away and start a new life together. Until then, their relationship would need to remain a secret.

So, when Ominis learned that his family would be out of the manor one evening for several hours to attend a party, he couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to have the place to himself, for him and his beloved to do whatever they pleased. A simple potion created to make the drinker appear sick with a fever was all Ominis needed to make this evening work in his favor.

After giving her a brief tour of this home, Ominis led her back to the family room, where he sat himself on a dark emerald velvet sofa, while she remained standing. With a quick wave of his wand, Ominis lit the grand fireplace that was across from the sofa.

“Darling, don’t just stand there, come sit with me.” Ominis leaned back, making his lap readily available for her.

A nervous giggle fell from her lips. “Sorry, this is just…so different from what we normally do. I don’t think we’ve ever been this alone before.”

“Well, we should take advantage of the opportunity then.” Ominis began to worry he might be sounding a bit desperate. The growing desire for her, as well as the growing bulge in his trousers, was hard to ignore.

His worries faded when she straddled his lap, her hands coming up to hold his face as she kissed him. As he deepened the kiss, he brought his hands to her hips, gently guiding her so that her core was slowly grinding against his bulge, which was now straining against his trousers. Ominis could feel the tension releasing from her body as she began to move her hips on her own, increasing her pace as she continued to grind against him.

“Take your clothes off.” Ominis said breathlessly as he pulled away from her lips, the desperation completely taking over him.

Without a second of hesitation, he felt her body leave his lap, followed by the sounds of her clothing coming off. Ominis followed suit, remaining on the couch as he undressed. He couldn’t help the soft groan that left his lips when he felt her sit back on his lap, her skin coming in direct contact with his own for the first time.

She resumed her previous action, grinding herself against him, her bare cunt rubbing against the length of his hard, leaking cock. Ominis slipped his hand between their bodies, gripping his cock and trying to guide himself inside of her, but she pulled away, sinking down to her knees, trailing kisses down his chest as she did so.

Her pace was slow as she took his cock into her mouth. The oral pleasure she had given him before was always quick and quiet, either in an alleyway after one of their dates, or in an empty corner of the library when they were still in school. But right now she was taking her time, savoring every second of this alone time they had, and it was driving Ominis crazy, moans freely falling from his lips as his hands wrapped around her soft hair.

“Wait, wait, stop, not yet!” Ominis groaned, knowing that if she kept this up any longer he was going to fall off the edge way too early. “Come here.”

She did as she was told, resuming her original position on his lap, her lips immediately latching on to his. As he kissed her, he slipped his hand between their bodies once again, this time turning his attention to her as he slipped two fingers inside her wet cunt. She moaned against his lips, and adjusted her hips so that she was matching his movements as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out of her, using the same hand to slowly stroke himself as she lined herself up with his cock. When she was positioned perfectly, Ominis’s hands went back to her hips as she slowly sank herself down his length.

She let out a long, drawn out moan as her body adjusted to the new feeling. “Easy, darling, easy. We can just go slow.” Ominis whispered softly. She gave him an affirming hum before she began to slowly ride him, Ominis’s hands encouraging her as they remained on her hips. Her hands moved from Ominis’s shoulders to the back of the velvet sofa, gripping it as she picked up her pace, Ominis’s hands still keeping her steady.

The Gaunts would surely kill their son if they knew what he was up to right now, and with a muggleborn no less. This was the ultimate act of rebellion against his family, and the realization of this, coupled with the way she moaned in his ear, coupled with the way her walls tightened around his leaky cock, almost made Ominis fall over the edge right then and there. But he kept his composure, knowing he wasn’t anywhere near done with her yet.

“On the rug, now.” he commanded breathlessly as he lifted her off of his lap by her hips. She obeyed immediately, lying on her back on the large white rug that adorned the floor in front of the sofa.

For a moment, Ominis felt it a bit crude to be taking the woman he loved on the floor, but he ignored the feeling, immediately diving between her spread legs. Moans of his name filled the room as he alternated between licking and sucking her clit. When her moans became louder, he slipped his two fingers back inside of her, working her with both his mouth and fingers. He was so lost in the taste of her, it was difficult to pull away, but eventually he did, positioning himself so he was directly above her.

“I love you.” He whispered against her lips before he gently kissed them. As she kissed him back, Ominis once again weaved a hand between their bodies lining himself up with her, gently sliding back inside of her.

The gentleness was gone the moment Ominis bottomed out, as he began to fuck her mercilessly on the rug. He knew he didn’t have much time before he reached his climax, between the sound of her moans and the feeling of her legs wrapping around him. But, Ominis, ever the determined Slytherin, refused to let himself finish until she had first.

Almost as if she could read his mind, Ominis began to feel her walls tightening around his cock. His soft praises of “you’re so close, darling” and “you feel so good” gave her the final push she needed as she nosedived off the edge with a whimper of his name.

Ominis slowed his movements down slightly, savoring the feeling of her orgasm as he himself was finally pushed over the edge. He once again considered the significance of this moment, juxtaposed with their current location, and cursed his bloodline as he emptied himself into her.

There was no sense of urgency as they laid on the rug reveling in the afterglow. No need to quickly clean up and get dressed, or act as if they weren’t doing anything at all. Ominis could just lay there with her, listening to the sounds of the crackling fireplace, and the soft sighs of her breathing.

Although he could have laid with her on that rug for hours, Ominis eventually sat up, still wanting to enjoy the empty home. He led her into the garden, where they took an evening stroll before she provided Omins with his second orgasm of the night, taking him into her mouth again while they sat on a garden bench.

Once they had gone back inside, the two retired to Ominis’s bedroom, fatigue beginning to catch up to them. The time was approaching midnight anyway, and Ominis didn’t want to take any chances in case his family arrived earlier than expected. As they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Ominis couldn’t help but wonder when his family would be attending a dinner party next.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt smut

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bidisasterevankinard · 11 months

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Inspiration Saturday

do it now because soon I will hang out with friends (and it's 2 pm so)

Tagged by @panbuckley thank you love 💙💙💙

I will share two songs which inspire some scenes in street dancer Eddie au

gif (by @evanbuckleydaily )for another scene + snippet (sniper in LA in 4s, buddie are established in that moment but trust me it would be looooooong way for this)

Buck feels rather than hears Eddie gently approach him from behind and leaves a gentle kiss on his neck, hugging him around the waist and burying himself between his shoulder blades. “I should go. That’s my job,” the only thing Buck can say, but the truth is that if Eddie would ask him to quit firefighting, he'd do it in the blink of an eye. “I know. Just please, please be careful,” without raising his head, Eddie almost whispers it into his back, but Buck still hears in the silence of their bathroom. He turns to face his boyfriend and lifts Eddie's face by the chin in a gentle motion. Having established contact with the gorgeous eyes of his beloved, in which he sees a thick fog of sadness and fear, and hates that he can do nothing to ease the anxiety of the most important person in his life, even despite his unwillingness to destroy the silence around them, he says in a firm, but expressing all his love voice. “I will always fight to come back home to my family,” Buck emphasizes “fight” because it’s exactly what he does every time he is in danger after he met Eddie. Especially now when they are together. He fights to come back home, he fights for not leaving his boys too early.

Buck 1.0 would be shocked to find out how much Buck values his life now because he doesn’t want to lose his boys, his happiness, his family. “I will never willingly leave you or Chris,” he gently strokes Eddie's chin with his thumb, wanting to calm his anxiety a little with this touch. “So I, Evan “Buck” Buckley swear to you Eddie Diaz in this bathroom that you once decided to share with me, in this house where you let me feel at home for the first time in my life, in the house that you let me in to share with you and to build our life together, that I will behave like a good boy every second of my shift, that I will obey Bobby’s orders, that I will not rush into danger and most importantly, that every minute I will think about you and strive to get home. To you, to Chris, to our life. I swear I will do anything I can to enter our door safe and sound,” Buck kisses Eddie’s forehead and sees a tear rolling down his cheek, but his a little bit stupid, as they both know, heartfelt speech has done its job, Eddie smiles. It's not bright how he smiles when he's happy, but that's something. Buck gently kisses his partner, sealing his vow with their lips, promising all these words once again, but now only with the movement of his lips on Eddie's lips. He doesn't want to break away from Eddie, but it's time for him to go out.

Eddie sees him off at the door, gives him his bag, and kisses him again. “I love you,” Eddie whispers to him on the lips. “I love you too,” Buck uses all his willpower to break away from Eddie and walk out the door

and song which inspired complete new idea about singer Buck and dancer Eddie(I need to stop, but song is so buckcoded)

Tagging if they want to share 💙 : @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @cowboy-buddie @lover-of-mine @heartshapedvows @bekkachaos @rogerzsteven @devirnis @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @barbiediaz @buddierights @spaceprincessem @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @hippolotamus @transboybuckley @heartbeatdiaz @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @djdangerlove @mandzuking17 anyone who wants to share

#Spotify #inspiration Saturday #fic: dance my way to your heart #street dancer eddie and firefighter buck #singer Buck and dancer Eddie #buddie wip #buddie

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bubblymiilk-art · 8 months

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Missed a day but it's fine. Looking back at dates and realizing I drew all of these within a like 15 day time period is incredible in terms of my usual output (Read More!!)

A Cornthony redraw of a Lumity Moment from The Owl House. I think it's good that Danthony has a giant corn gf. Really one of the Relationships of all time (said as if basically all cpuk's relationships aren't incredible)

Follow-up to the "Cover Them Up" drawing, it's a personal headcannon/inspiration of mine that if Val were to be real he would look like @/majorpectoralis on tiktok, at least in terms of body type. And, apologies for being crass, but I think he can also do the thing where he makes each tit flex individually

More of the Law Trio, again, I just adore their dynamic

BARRY AND SUSANNNNN talk about being the relationship ever. Esp after getting to hear more from Barry in the nccts, they really are the sweetest together (ignoring how they specifically might've been one of the only Versions of themselves that made it work, if we go off of the example universes we were given). Barry the Extremely Regular Man and his wife who dragged him to another dimension to research and participate in bloodsports.

HACKSHIFTER MY BELOVED this really is the day for Relationships huh. This was done because I liked the idea of Larry just Flopping onto J0hn like a weighted blanket. Boyfriend who can shapeshift to fit into any space he wants and boyfriend who loves the compression of having another person on him <3

I had a funny vision of Juni driving one of those mini motorized cars around and just had to make it a reality

And finally Jerry, the totally real clone of Larry, who I forgot how he was originally conceptualized. I think it might've been something from Ryan's brain directly... But anyways. Such a silly concept. Can fit into any Larry Pit discussion you want

#cpu kerfuffle #cpuk #i hope im not hogging the tag too much...

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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10 please and D and P or H and T!!

Hi, friend!!!! I have completely given up on trying to contain my word count for these 😅 While the majority of the song is very David Rose, my brain latched onto the final verse for Tim. Putting it under the cut because 595 words 🫠

send me 1-100 and i'll write you a drabble based on the corresponding song

“I missed you, Skippy.”

The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie.

Tim can’t help but hate himself for the fraction of a second where he gives in to the fantasy that is loving and being loved by Hawkins Z. Fuller. He pretends that this moment is real and yearns to live in it forever, briefly considering bargaining with God if only he could be granted this one thing. This speck of time when Hawk is holding him, cherishing him. When he feels the warm brush of lips against his neck and jaw, the light scrape of stubble against his cheek, the fingers tangling in his hair and the hand at his back, as if Hawk truly wants to keep him. He smells the musky scent of cologne, mixed with Tide and a unique aroma that could only belong to Hawk.

It takes him back to a rented room in 1952 and a crackling radio playing swoony love songs to cover the sound of their immorality. To stolen moments when they raised their middle fingers to God and loved with abandon. Because that’s what it was – love. Not sin. Not a mistake. Love. At least for Tim.

And that thought strikes him like lightning, grounding him to the present. To the reality that is. The one where Hawk says he misses Tim, while the family Hawk left him for waits a quarter mile up the road in the main house. Presumably none the wiser.

He wants to ask Hawk what exactly it is he misses. Is it the sex? The relative safety of someone he didn’t have to hide his secrets from (even though Tim is certain there were many between them)? But he doesn’t do that, because it will accomplish nothing. Instead he talks about Father Lawrence, and the possibility of holding two truths.

He lets the pain of his words sink in and reflect in Hawk’s eyes, and he hopes they do hurt. Even if it will never be the same, Tim needs some validation in the form of knowing Hawk is in a fraction of the amount of anguish Tim has been carrying in his heart, like a slow-acting poison, for the last fifteen years.

When Hawk’s inner turmoil – whether it be real or imagined – retreats behind a familiar mask of indifference, Tim accepts the tainted gift for what it is. Possibly the closest he will ever come to hurting the bulletproof Mr. Fuller.

“Please leave.” Tim doesn’t have to ask twice before Hawk is out the door again, leaving him to the heavy silence of his makeshift sanctuary.

He kneels in front of the stone fireplace, clasping his hands together, unsure what to think or say. What could he confess or ask forgiveness for? Because how, as he had once disclosed to the Army priest, could love be a sin? This love that blooms eternal in Timothy Laughlin’s heart for one Hawkins Fuller, no matter how he tries to trample it like a pesky weed. This love that he��s certain will taunt him for eternity, perhaps into the afterlife, and never let him go.

Tim closes his eyes and begins to speak, praying the rest will come of its own accord. “Dear Heavenly Father…”

tagging some other beloveds who might be interested @stereopticons @statueinthestone @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @watchyourbuck @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @legalgal421

#feel free to ignore if it’s not your jam #hawk x tim #god these two have me by the throat #fellow travelers #Spotify drabble asks #hippo writes

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hey-hamlet · 9 months

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Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday!!!!!!

For the prompt thing, how about something based on the song The Tornado by Owl City? It is my utmost beloved. Not sure which of your au's would work with it, so if you pick this prompt you can pick whichever you feel like <33

Good luck on the quarter life crisis btw, I'm sure you'll figure stuff out and end up happier on the other side <3

Was my birthday about a month ago? perhaps. I am back now. I'd say this will not happen again, but it will and for that I am sorry. Anyway!! Onto the fic.

It was quiet. So very, very quiet.

Izuku carefully picked his way out of his bedroom, all traces of sleep long gone. The house was that strange bright darkness that lit the earliest hours of the morning, hours before the sun peaked over the horizon but still close enough to light the sky an odd, sickly grey. He'd woken abruptly to a deafening quiet that was impossible for the bustling apartment complex in downtown Mutsufasu he and his mother lived in. He had the childish urge to go get his mother, but it was Wednesday and her night shift wouldn't be over until sometime past sunrise.

Nothing was wrong with the kitchen, nor the entranceway. The light was too low to pick out any detail, but everything was where it should be. He paused.

The light was too low. In the kitchen. There was no glow from the clock face on the microwave, nor from the pilot light on the oven. He couldn't hear the faint hum of the electrical outlets nor the groan of the coolant through the refrigerator. A blackout? That explained some of the quiet.

Not all of it.

With a creeping sense of dread, he grabbed his keys from the front pocket of his backpack where it lay abandoned on the kitchen counter. He'd tossed it aside, too fraught from the terrible day he'd had at school to put it where it belonged. Kacchan had - well. It didn't matter, not right now. He'd have given anything for Kacchan to be right here. Kacchan was never quiet.

His keys were too loud as he unlocked the front door - first the deadbolt, then the main lock, before finally pausing at the latch. His hands shook, fine tremors he struggled to see in the darkness. Breath in. Breath out. Move.

The door, too, was quiet. Well-oiled hinges opened silently. The bright-dark of an approaching dawn met him - no street lights. He grit his teeth, leaving the false safety of his apartment, and almost dropped to his knees when he got a good look at what was around him.

Destruction. As far as he could see, Mutsutafu had been reduced to rubble. The apartments beside him were missing, rubble and rebar and limp, unconnected powerlines. It was still the tallest building left. How was it so quiet? No sirens, no people yelling, not even the sound of running water from a burst pipe. The rubble had already settled.

And Izuku had only been woken up by the silence.

Who - who could have -

Kacchan's house. Where was Kacchan's house?

He scanned the distance desperately - past the park, the grass now covered by fine grey dust, the nicer area with the freestanding houses - he couldn't see. It was too far, too far to see if Kacchan's house was rubble or if it was just caught in the blackout.

Izuku took off down the stairs. He didn't think about the fact every apartment that bordered them was either rubble, missing or silent. Kacchan had to be ok.

Kacchan was never quiet.

#... hm. not sure how such an uplifting song translated to this but #lead a horse to water - can't make it drink I guess? who knows how my brain works #asks #bnha au #bnha fic #my fic #prompt fill

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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All of these Evil Mama Rosehearts stuff gives me Odalia vibes from The Owl House, and I’m all for it because of how similar they’re both are: They’re both manipulative, controlled their child(s), and a bitch.

I’d love to add more ideas for this idea. This was also inspired by emyluwinter's concept:

Even though phones were prohibited on campus, that doesn’t mean we could use a camera. Since the headmistress couldn’t keep up and watch every single student, Yuu used this chance to be sneaky and capture pieces of evidence of every rule and punishment that went too far with the ghost camera that Crowley gave her. She would also give private interviews with the majority of students to learn more about their opinions on various topics. However, Mrs. Rosehearts became aware of this and grew suspicious. She summoned the prefect to the office to give her a little talk…

“I’ve noticed you’ve been talking to a variety of students. Are you perhaps planning on something?”

“Oh, not at all, headmistress. I’ve noticed everyone seemed so… Uncomfortable the past few days. As a prefect, it is my duty to check on every student and make sure they’re not breaking any rules.”

Mrs. Rosehearts arched an eyebrow, but she was just barely convinced. She knew about miss Yuu's lack of magic and thought it was pathetic. She tried looking for documents about her, but none were found. It was like she appeared out of nowhere. The headmistress also heard that she has no parents, assuming she is an orphan (you could add the papa Crewel idea here and say that Yuu sees him as a father figure). Sadly, Mrs. Rosehearts fired him for standing up for his students and his beloved pup. How even did a magicless, orphan girl not only manage to enroll in an all-boys school but also become a prefect?

Sure the prefect is magicless, but she could tell how capable Yuu is and always up for a challenge. She gets along with everyone, including Riddle. Mrs. Rosehearts somehow sees the student as a threat and threatened her. She later confiscates your phone, preventing you from doing something.

“If I find you doing anything suspicious or breaking any rules, I will have you removed from this school.”

“You do not have to worry about me, Headmistress. I assured you that removing me from this school will be a decision you will regret.”

“How so?”

“See, I am the reason why this school is still in one place. Heck, I'm basically the therapist of this school. If I take one step away from this campus, I bet you my magicless, pitiful life that this school will fall apart within a day. Although, I don’t mind getting expelled from this school. After all, I have other options like Royal Sword Academy. I’m sure they’ll happily let me in. Oh? You weren't aware that RSA knows about me? Well, it was at first a rumor about me there, until they've seen stories and posts from Magicam and the National Wizarding Boarding School Joint Culture Festival. In fact. I met a few people who attend, like Chenya and the famous celebrity, Neige Leblanche. Anyways, my point is they will demand an explanation for why I’ve been kicked out to their rival school. And I am confident they’ll be "thrilled" to hear the stories I’ll get to tell them about this school with every. Single. Details, including the overblots…”

“O-Overblots!?”

“Oh right, you didn’t know about them. Funny thing is, there has been a total of 7 overblots here in this school. The very first one happens to be your own son! Crazy right? Don’t believe me? You could ask him and any of the Heartslabyul students, they’re all witnesses. Me and my lovely companion, Grim manage to defeat them with the help of others. If words go out that 7 students have overblotted within a year, there will be cameras outside gates, begging for students and the headmistress for answers.”

Mrs. Rosehearts was stunned by all the information and threats she had received. She knew she should have listened to her instincts and taken action right away. Similar to what Yuu said, it will be a tremendous problem to expel her from school. She had no choice but to make an attempt to send her away. She gave Yuu a brutal "punishment" and gave Riddle harsh lectures that very same day.

The very next morning, she barged into the Ramshackle dorm, only to find it empty. There was no sign of the prefect anywhere, and the ghosts were gone as well. She looked for Yuu the entire day, but she was unsuccessful. For the next 3 days, NRC has grown into despair. It was all gloomy and chaotic. Every student was raging and depressed, Yuu’s friends grew anxious and were all worried sick. The weather was all rainy with thunder due to Malleus. He was saddened to hear about his child of man’s disappearance.

It all changed when the next day arrives. All of the students gathered in front of the school gates. Mrs. Rosehearts tried to make her way into the crowd to investigate the fuss. As she got to the front, she sees many people in front with cameras and microphones. Right when they all saw a glimpse of the headmistress, that’s when the chaos began. With lights flashing all around her, it was chaotic. She was constantly being bombarded with inquiries from the media.

“We heard the complaints of many students about your strict rules and punishments.”

“Did you sign yourself to become the headmistress to abuse your power over the scholars?”

“Have you assulted an underage student?”

“Are these rumors true, Mrs. Rosehearts?”

Not only that, she notices the Kingscholars and the Asim families gathered together with angry faces. She was frozen in shock. She was at a loss for what to do now that everyone knows. The students were all confused, but happy that the rules and terror are over. Riddle was mixed with emotions. He was sad about his own mother at first, but he felt grateful and satisfied that she would get what was coming to her.

“W-What are you all talking about!? That’s all nonsense!”

“But those are what that one student stated. She said you physically abused and threatened her. She also stated you emotionally abused your son as well!”

In the middle of the crowds, Mrs. Rosehearts could see Yuu, with Grim in her bandaged arms, petting him with Crewel standing by her side. The three of them were all dressed in black as if it was someone's funeral. Her eyes widened, realizing it was all Yuu’s doing.

It turns out that after Yuu gathered every piece of evidence through the ghost camera, she gave it to the ghosts, who then gave it to Sam, who was forced to close down his shop that same day. Sam later handed it to Crewel, who then reported it to the police and posted it on social media. After receiving her punishment, Yuu was able to steal poor Grim back, who was abducted by Mama Rosehearts herself. With the assistance of the staff, she successfully leaves the campus. The two are now free and secure in Crewel's care. Although, they both were interviewed by the police since they were both victims and witnesses. Yuu was evidently one step ahead of Mrs. Rosehearts. She knew her phone will eventually be taken and used other ways to gather proof.

Yuu let out an evil smirk, signaling to the soon-to-be ex-headmistress that she has won. She couldn’t wait to return to her not-so-normal school life and, surprisingly, have Crowley return as Headmage.

Honestly, the wearing all black for the death of her career is iconic. I know it was Crewels idea.

I can picture so many students that sick of her saying "fuck it" and running up to the reporters and answering all of their questions. Some even rolled up their sleeves and showed for the world to see what the headmistress had done to them. Each one more damning than the last. When she was removed as headmage, it was like Oz after the witch died, it was glorious.

#twisted wonderland #she has so many cases just by the asim and lionhearts on their own #riddle you can live with yuu its fine #your mama about to do time boi

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abcwordsurge · 5 months

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intro post

Hey guys

As I already said in the description, I go by Bee or Surge, and they/them pronouns

This is a fandom and life blog. Currently revolving Ninjago in my brain, so that'll be coming up a lot nowadays (especially the Jiang siblings). My loyalty is to WttT- I might neglect and ignore my other fandoms (apologies) but I will always stay active with my beloved WttT mutuals. My other fandoms that may or may not show up occasionally are:

Miss USA

Owl House

Wings of Fire

Romeo and Juliet

PJO universe

DuckTales

Boy Meets World

My writing prompts (and other writing-related things) are on my side blog, @abcprompts, feel free to hop over there if you feel so inclined. (I also have queued reblogs in the blog @abcreblogs if you're curious)

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you can request any ship from the fandoms listed above with less than 100 fics on AO3

please clarify if it's romantic or platonic or queerplatonic or whatever

you can request a specific genre of fic if you want; I'll write anything but smut. if you don't request a specific genre, you'll probably just get a fluffy little thing

I'll be posting it on AO3, and I'll let you know in a post here when I do. if you tell me your AO3 username, I can also gift it to you there

put requests in my ask box, or in the notes of this post

I can't guarantee that I'll get to it- I try my best but my muse works in mysterious ways

You can also request headcanons (ship or character or fandom) or writing prompts (no fandom required for prompts- and again, they'll be posted on @abcprompts).

If you want to write (or draw, or anything really) something using my prompts, go right ahead, I'd be pleased if you tag me but you don't have to

Ok I think that's all, love you guys

(updated 7th of May 2024, because Ninjago has taken over my life)

#wttt

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marvol0 · 7 months

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OUTSIDER (7) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined.

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Short chapter :)

Everybody had once again settled down in their seats, Regulus was back between her boyfriend and son, her best friends sat at her feet. Some people had brought snacks and drinks back to where they were sitting to enjoy while watching the movies.

The screen once again filled the hall with light.

6th January 1980.

A group of three men were shown, black eyebags beneath their eye sockets. The men were older versions of Rabastan, Evan and Barty, they were stood, heads bowed slightly, at the back of a group of people.

The same people from when Regulus was given her mission.

Regulus burrowed into her boyfriends side, hands carding through the hair of the two boys sat at her feet.

"We have been betrayed by one closest to us." The voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort started, he somehow looked even less human than one week before. The skin on his face hugged his cheek bones, lips now flushed with a periwinkle tone, eyes a grotesque red colour that reflected the blood he had spilled.

"Regulus Black not only failed her mission to assassinate the Potter and Longbottom families, no, she also informed them of said mission and as result the two blood traitorous families have gone into hiding." He informed the group, earning some silent sounds of outrage in response.

The three men looked down, the people around them thinking it was an act of shame for their association with the youngest Black, only Rab, Evan and Barty would know it was a show of pain, after three days of their beloved friend and partner in crime had been missing they knew she would not be returning.

The, hardly-human, male continued. "I have seen to her punishment myself, as of the thirty-first of December Regulus Black is dead." He said maliciously.

"Lier!"

"No you didn't!"

Were some of the reactions from the halls mass, the followers of said Dark Lord were in outrage that the man they followed, looked up to even, had blatantly lied to their faces.

The scene changed once again.

A beautiful manor was shown, white brick walls graying with age had vines of ivy covering them, pointy turrets made up of black slates sat proudly upon the mansion looking out on the surrounding gardens, which housed a dozen regal, roaming, platinum peacocks. The breathtaking house had fences of bushes, shaped to perfection, lining the wide walkway which led to a tall, polished gate.

Those from the Malloy family sat up straighter than before, proud of all the awed faces of those around them.

"You really do have a wonderful home Abraxas" Commented Delilah Selwyn to her old classmate.

"Thank you Delilah but I must give the praise to my wife, Lysistrata is the one who takes the most care of the grounds." Lord Malfoy replied, Lys smiling before pecking her husband on the cheek.

The scene followed a beautiful owl to one of the many black framed windows, it perched on the window ledge before tapping its beak lightly on the glass. A house elf unlocked it before taking the mail from the owls clawed foot, feeding it an owl treat.

"Pip is thanking you, Axl." Pip, the elf, said before the bird shook its feathers and took off once more, Pippa left with a pop landing in the sitting room in front of a three month pregnant Narcissa Malfoy.

Squeeling, Clarity Selwyn (soon to be Greengrass) turned to her best friend, squeezing her tightly, gushing over how beautiful she looked and how she 'must be the godmother of your son!'

Narcissa nodded hugging her back, happy to see her best friend so exited for her.

"Mistress Narcissa, Pip has the Daily Prophet for you as well as some letters." The young elf handed them to the woman who was sat on one of the green leather couches, cup and saucer placed on the wooden end table.

"Thank you, Pip." She replied, the elf leaving the room with a quiet pop, the woman looked down at the days headline, brows furrowing and alarm swirling in her grey eyes.

The scene moved to show the newspaper.

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darkcrowprincess · 2 years

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(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you.)

My new favorite the owl house episode is thanks to them!

And here's why: First off I am obviously a lunter shipper. My number 1 favorite episode before this was hollow mind. What can I say I love lunter and I love angst and this episode has it. Has so much of it. It was such an amazingly good surprise!

I honestly thought this episode was going to be just like a typical owl house episode: too much boring lumity that it overshadows everyone and everything else. Luz and Hunter are forced apart even though character wise it doesn't make sense. Forced unnecessary huntlow. Just basically everyone is a background character and lumity is front and center. I am pleased to say there was very little lumity! Or huntlow! We got to even focus on some actual good character lore in this episode. There was so much angst in this episode for Luz and Hunter! But mainly Luz's angst I want to talk about.

Luz this whole episode is basically listening to anti hero and look what you made me do by Taylor Swift on repeat. She is so way downed by her secrets, her trauma, by what she believes is her fault. She misses Eda, King, and Hooty so much. She's depressed, she's angry, and she seems a little suicidal. The only people she really personally reaches out to in this episode is her Mother and Hunter. Her Mother is a given and I'm so happy for those moments with them( and God do I love Camila in this. Her personal arc in this episode was so good, and how we learn more about her and Luz. She is the real Mvp this episode Camila). But oh her and Hunter. It's more so like they are constantly reaching out for each other in this episode.

Them being the only ones who know each other's secrets. It's just perfect! I eat that shit up. Even though they found out each others secrets by accident. I love how emotionally open they are for one another. How comfortable they are with one another. I love how they check up on each other. Make sure the other is ok. I just love how ride or die they've become for one another. This is part of why I ship them sooo much. Second of course is how lore connected this ship is. How much it mirrors Caleb and Evelyn. A Wittebane and a wild witch, a human and a witch, a human and a monster(witches and grimwalkers are monsters and that's not a bad thing. I love monsters) How Flapjack was used as a symbol of Caleb and Evelyn's love, how that mirrors the bond Hunter and Luz have because if it wasn't for Flapjack Hunter and Luz wouldn't have truly know each other ans Hunter's redemption arc wouldn't have started. Basically Flapjack also ties Hunter and Luz together to.

I love the creepiness of Belos in this episode. I love the tiny hints that we see what he's been doing the past few months. Than eventually we get to the climax and my favorite angsty trope happens: mind control!

So basically this is Helos. Belos mind controling Hunter's body. Which he has been doing secretly almost the whole episode. And god the angst is so good this episode. But the unfortunate cost is the much beloved flapjack.

I'm not surprised, I knew a character was probably going to die. And the one they could probably easily get away with without too much backlash would be flapjack. Still it hurts. Belos used Hunter's own body kill flapjack. Which caused Hunter to break control and finally stand up to Belos. Than finally the gang goes back to the demon realm, after of course my last favorite Lunter scene were Hunter's words are what comfort Luz and finally gets her to stop blaming herself:

"That's what Belos does he tricks people. If it wasn't you it would have been someone else. But than we wouldn't have someone to fight back. So let's do that. Let's fight back. Please for flapjack."

Which had me squealing so much! God I love lunter so much. Overall this episode was so good. Good plot, good animation, good music( the background music for when Helos reveals Luz's secret to everyone in the graveyard is so amazing. Gave me chills!) good bit of lore drop and some more information about Caleb, Evelyn and Philip. And so much lunter! So happy!

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kiarathefox · 2 months

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2: I drink both tea and coffee, I prefer coffee tho, love my bean soup. I take it almost anyway that involves milk. Hot/Cold latte capp flat white. If it's good coffee I don't need sugar. My tea is just kinda english breakfast with milk. I like Spearmint as well.

3: "Scream" from Final Fantasy XIV, free to play up to level 70 including award winning expansion stormblood

5: I usually do sleep with my plush Eevee, Blahaj and Bulbasaur, but recently I've had to give them up because now that I'm moved in with my gf, there isn't enough room in the bed for me, my gf and the plushies. When I upgrade to a bigger bed I can have my beloved plushies back :3

7: Usually, the minimum possible. I live in a hot country and I NEED to be cool when I sleep. But during winter I like 2, because of the addition of a weighted blanket. I LOVE sleeping with a weighted blanket.

11: Blue babyyyyy

13: Abandonment is the biggest one, I have severe issues with being left behind, it happened alot growing up, I had a bunch of friends just exclude me or straight up ditch me. It has led to a terrible habit of overthinking every negative interaction, and thinking I have to be a "perfect" friend or else they won't want to be around me anymore. The other crippling fear is bees/wasps, I have such a fight or flight reaction with them, such an overwhelming fear for something so small. Maybe me being attacked/chased my wasps when I was small affected that.

17: I already have ear piercings, tho I only just got them a year ago after I started transitioning. This revealed that I can't easily get piercings because of the medication I am on, nor tattoos. Because they just won't heal. Either way I don't think I want anymore piercings, but I might just have to miss out on a tattoo :c

19: I have 3 people whom I consider best friends. Two of which I retained from primary school, and one I met early in high school. The high school one has become a brother to me. Which is funny to think that he only had sisters, then finally got me as his bro, then a few years ago I turned around and went "ummm, I'm a sister too actually." Gottem

23: Kind of yeah. I like to think there is some other life out there. (I mean of course right? Even if a planet that's livable like Earth is an incredibly rare thing it COULD happen more than once) BUT I think it might be more likely that we came about so early in the universe's life, that we could be long gone before another civilisation finds us.

29: I either make snap decisions without thinking about it, or if I do make the mistake of thinking about something too long, I'm stuck in an endless loop of indecision until I break down over it.

31: Distant future? God I don't like thinking ahead too much, I think because most of my life I've had nothing to look forward to I guess. In a couple of years I hope to have a permanent home and a pet again. Is that something?

37: Ahh the classic.. I grew up with both and really have no preference for either one. I am very playful with pets, so I would have an inclination towards dogs, but I can still grab my cat and wrestle it with my hand just as well. Plus both of them are capable of being cuddly, or even go off and do their own thing for a bit. I'll put it this way. If I am living alone, I'd prefer a cat, for more peace of mind and less maintenance.

41: I CANNOT PICK ONE FAVOURITE WTF! I'll list a few "winners" My fave recent one would be "The Owl House" My fave older one would be "Avatar: The Last Airbender" And My nostalgia pick would be "Teen Titans"

43: One younger sister. Bit of a rat, especially in her teen years but she's grown, gotten better. We are slowly rebuilding our relationship but I really struggle to trust those who have hurt me in the past. So while I don't know how she feels about me exactly, I kind of have her at arms length for a while.

47: Yeah, muscle memory and all that

#Kiarafox answers

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sickdokidoki · 11 months

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You can't get out... even if you wanted. Part 2

Unisex reader x Harry Potter (both are adults and this is post Hogwarts)

909 words

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

It was a honey moon atmosphere in those first few months. He was loving, caring, sweet, a total darling. Ginny didn't know what she was missing, you thought, as he brought you the fourth bouquet of that week, with a loving card written by him. It was like a dream, everyone at work was jealous... you had bagged The Boy Who Lived, the Chief Auror! You didn't care what the others said, though, he was just Harry to you, the sweetest man ever, the one who loved you and the one you loved.

Yet, slowly, as the days went by you started to see little things. At first you brushed them off as being trauma related. He had lost his family and had gone through so much since he was a baby after all... It wasn't weird that someone who had been in a war and died and came back had little quirks and weird tiny details to his personality. Completely normal.

But then one day you realised that it wasn't normal when you found a magical tracking device in your bag. It was disguised as a keychain, but you didn't remember that keychain being that way... so you took it and ran a diagnostic spell with your wand.

"What is this?! You don't trust me?!" you had yelled, throwing the keychain down on the table one day when he arrived at your house for "alone together" time. He blinked, looked surprised, took the keychain and then looked at you.

You thought there was anger in his bright green eyes, but then he talked to you in worried tones and you realised it had been anxiety and fear... right?

"Oh, my darling, my pet, I'm so sorry... I should've told you. I'm just so scared about something happening to you!" he had said, looking morose and down at his shoes. "I should've talked to you. Being the beloved of the Chief of Aurors isn't a safe thing. That's why... G-she left... that's why I've been single for so long..."

Wait, you had heard differently...! Was all that a lie so the media and the public would leave them alone...? Was it a ruse for their own safety, did Ginny actually leave to protect herself and Harry...? That would explain his sadness, why he can't say her name, and it made so much more sense now!

So you let it slide, the same as you let his outburst after an old classmate had come into the café to say hi slide, the same when he had stormed into your house demanding to know where you had been and why hadn't you answered your daily owl, the same when he had snatched you out of the street and told you in no uncertain terms that he wasn't comfortable with you going to work anymore, that it could be dangerous...

At first you had been very compliant, it was Harry after all. If anyone knew about safety it was him. But as his grip slowly started to tighten more and more around you you started to rebel.

You had always been independent, making your own way even in school, making your own decisions, ready to handle the consequences of your own actions, learning from your own mistakes... but now...?

Now, curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, you regretted not seeing the signs. They were so apparent, your friends had told you it wasn't okay... that he was acting too weird at times... but love had blinded you, and now there was no way out...

"Ready to obey me?" Harry's voice carried through the darkness and you snapped up your head so fast your neck popped. "Ready to listen to only me?"

How long had it been since you saw him, or anyone for that matter? Was someone asking for you outside? Looking for you? Or had he made it seem like you left... like... when... like when she left...? Oh Gods...

You screamed, and screamed, and screamed, reality setting in. She had never left, they had never split... HE had gotten to her, she had been down here, that explained the flowery smell that had wafted up towards you as you peered down the chest at his request and then when you were pushed down, landing softly due to his magic. It explained all the paper and broken quills that littered the dungeon's floor. She had been here, and now... where was she? ...Would you end up wherever she was...?

At your screams he pulled you up with his wand and yelled at you to shut up, to stop it, then shook and slapped you hard enough till you went quiet, terrified, his hands big and strong, bruising you. You were a shaking mess, crying quietly, curled up in a terrified ball on the bed.

"Oh, pet... See what you made me do...?" he cooed softly, sitting next to you, caressing your hair softly. "I just love you so much... All you need to do is listen to me! That's all you need to do! Obey me and I'll always be at your feet, my beloved... Why can't you see that...? Why can't you see how much I love you...?"

His hand slowly caressed your bruises, touching them with hot fingers. You winced and pulled away, but you received another slap to the face and you went slightly limp, letting him touch you. His hands travelled all over your body, the same way they had done that day at the forest, during one of your strolls...

#yandere x reader #tw yandere #yanderecore #yandere #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic #tw abuse #tw physical abuse #tw physical violence #tw physical assault #tw physical harm #tw sex assault

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raventhedracovis · 1 year

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Still Have Some Growing To Do

(My take on the ending of Watching and Dreaming with the original storyboards. Spoilers for The Owl House)

King was in the nest with Eda and Raine when The Collector approached. He wasn't looking at them though, nor at King. Instead they were staring at Francois. A soft frown on his face as he gently clung to the stuffed rabbit. As they drew closer, The Collector quietly called out. “King?”

Eda and King both looked to The Collector. King now sat more alert, seeing they were carrying his beloved stuffed toy. The Collector had yet to actually look at King. Still staring at Francois, their lip began to wobble, but fought back the urge to cry. Finally, he looked up at King. Still sitting patiently in the nest, but full of anticipation. A second more of hesitation, but he couldn't keep King waiting.

Giving Francois a quick hug, The Collector put on a small smile as they held out the toy for King. They were going to be brave about their decision. King gleefully squeaked as he came leaping out of the nest. Joyfully embracing and twirling the rabbit around as if it were a good friend he hadn't seen in a long time. Which, wasn't entirely untrue. As he finished his spin with another hug, The Collector turned and began to head towards the door. Finally dropping the smile when they were a few more steps away from King.

“Goodbye, King,” he said sorrowfully. “I have a lot of growing up to do. So, I'm going back to the stars.” Taking a deep breath, a more genuine but subdued smile crossed the Collector's face. He'd done it. He'd been brave and said goodbye to their first real friend. Now it was time to go.

“Weh!” Came King's reply. The Collector paused in mild confusion. They turned to face King again as the young titan caught up to them. King gently took their hand in his claws. Opening it before placing Francois in their palm. He opened his mouth. To protest? He wasn't sure, because King was now pressing Francois to their chest. Affirming that he was giving his most prized possession to them. A fresh wave of guilt and grief washed over him. However, there was little time to process this, as King threw his arms around The Collector's shoulders.

“You don't have to leave, Collector,” King whispered. “You're always welcome at the Owl House. But if this really is goodbye, then I hope I see you again.” With that, the floodgates were opened. The tears The Collector had been fighting since he first approached King now flowed freely, as he returned King's embrace while sobbing.

“I-I'm g-gonna m-mi-miss y-you so m-much, K-King!” They struggled against their crying. When both finally let go, The Collector stood a moment. Sniffling and wiping their face with their over sized sleeves. King waited patiently for them to calm down. When the sobbing had died down to soft hiccups instead, King spoke again.

“Y'know, Collector, it's a lot easier growing up when you have someone to help. If you, or Francois, ever get too lonely out in space, maybe. Maybe you could come back and we could grow up. Together?” King stared up hopefully at The Collector. Sniffing again but determined not to cry, he smiled in response.

“Pinky swear?” He asked, holding up their pinky. King smiled in return while grabbing with his own pinky claw.

“Pinky swear.”

#toh spoilers #toh watching and dreaming #toh the collector #toh king #the owl house #fanfic #my writing #watching and dreaming #the collector #king #toh series finale #toh s3

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lampmanliveblogs · 1 year

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Labyrinth Runners

Follow-up Post

This episode was to Edge of the World what Edge of the World was to Hollow Mind. That’s a bit of a mouthful. What I mean is that at the start of my Edge of the World liveblog I said I wanted to know what happened to Hunter after the events of Hollow Mind, but Hunter was nowhere to be seen in that episode. Similarly, at the start of Labyrinth Runners, I said I wanted to know what happened to the Owl House Crew after the events of Edge of The World, but Luz and the others were nowhere to be seen.

In fact, this is the first episode where Luz doesn’t even make a single appearance, isn’t it? We’ve had a few episodes where Luz is related to a B-plot, like in Any Sport in a Storm and Eclipse Lake, or where she only makes a brief appearance, like in Them’s the Breaks, Kid. but this is the first where she isn’t even on screen once.

Now that I think of it… I could be wrong, but this might very well be the first episode without Eda and King too.

I have a bit to say about the lack of those three characters and what it meant for this episode, but first…

I did my usual rewatch of the episode and here are some quick things I missed or didn’t talk about the first time through:

•The little abomination Willow summoned in the opening flashback had a piece of its skeleton sticking out. I think this is the first time we’ve ever seen an abomination with visible bones, no? •Amity seriously called a coven scout tough, I can’t- •Hunter got rid of his uniform. We saw him rip off his cape in disgust in Hollow Mind, and he didn’t stop with just the cape. Interestingly though, his new outfit resembles the GG uniform a lot. Mostly with the cape. I also think he kept the pants, boots, and gloves, though those are pretty generic. •Come to think of it, have we seen hunter without his gloves on in any previous episode? I can’t recall. •The big guy coven scout didn’t have a name, but he did have a rank. He was a captain. This explains why his pants and mask looked a bit different from the other scouts. Even though his uniform looks nothing like the captain who followed Kikimora around for a while. •I was informed Severine is voiced by Dana Terrace herself. I saw her name under Additional voices in the credits, so I suspected that was the case, but I forgot to mention it. Honestly, Severine kinda sounds like she’s about to ask Rebecca if she wants a healthy snack.

Lacking a Certain Something

Like I said a couple of paragraphs ago, this is the first episode without our dear Protagonist Girl and Main Character Luz Noceda. our beloved Trash Lady Eda ”The Owl Lady” Clawthorne and our precious skull dog god son King Clawthorne are also missing.

This serves two purposes.

1) It builds tension. The last episode ended on a cliffhanger, with the Owl House surrounded by scouts. We get a mention by Willow of seeing the Owl House surrounded, but no sign of the gang. There is also a moment with Hunter reacting to the news of Luz missing. But that’s it. At this point in time, we don’t know what happened or where our heroes are. And that’s a very effective way to build tension for the next episode.

2) It allows the secondary cast and supporting characters to really shine. Luz has been one of the main forces in driving Hunter away from Belos’ grasp. But the Emerald Entrails are also very important for his development and this episode sees him reunite with them to further grow the bonds of friendship. It also shows that the Hexside students and teachers can make for valuable allies during the Day of Unity.

Understanding Amity

The… I guess you could call it a B-plot of the episode was the conflict between Willow and Amity. Amity, who wasn’t present during a lot of Willow’s big character growth in season one, continuously underestimates Willow’s abilities and ends up putting her down several occasions (albeit not intentionally).

Amity says that she wants to protect Willow. As i discussed in the liveblog, I believe a lot of that was because of guilt. I think that she felt guilty about her treatment of Willow. She pushed her away as a kid and was one of her bullies for years and I think that heavily contributed to her desire to protect Willow.

”You were never too weak to be my friend. I was too weak to be yours.” -Amity in Understanding Willow

Of course, Willow is a lot stronger than the Willow Amity knew way back then, she has really come into her own.

In the liveblog I did kinda make a jab at the abrupt conclusion of the conflict. And I still think it could’ve been done a little better. Nothing big, just a short scene of the two of them talking things out. Amity explaining herself and acknowledging she was wrong.

Seeing the two team up and do that dual tech to take out a bunch of scouts all at once was cool though, so I’m willing to forgive this particular shortcoming.

Negative Hollow

Gus got a… well, I don't know if ”power up” is the right word to use, but… it was certainly something.

I think I did a pretty good job of discussing his character and struggles in the liveblog itself. He’s suffering from gifted kid burnout is the basic gist of it. Something I did not really go to deeply into was his new magic ability… mostly because I wasn’t sure what was going on at the time.

It seems that Illusion magic includes memory magic. And that includes not just the ability to project one’s own memories in the form of illusion. But Illusionists can apparently also look through the memories of others (like what we saw Adrain Graye Vernworth do to Gus, as well as back in Understanding Willow with those photographs). Furthermore, some illusionists can ever force others to relive their own worst memories.

Not quite as cool as that one guy from Fairy Tail who could recreate any spell he had seen with his Memory Make magic, but hey, it’s still pretty good. Gus was able to take down Adrain Graye Vernworth, a witch that is surely much stronger and experienced than this random kid.

This is where I circle back to my statement about this new ability being a power up four paragraphs ago.

This ability was obviously very effective and I find the idea of Gus learning how to use it consciously in a fight interesting. Now, forcing a person to relive their worst, most traumatic memories is not a very nice thing… but if it’s a war to save the world from destruction, I think we can forgive a few hits below the belt. And hey, what is worse? Making someone relive a past trauma, or giving them a new trauma by scorching them with a fireball?

If Gus learned to control and weaponize his newfound ability, it would give him an actual attack to defend himself with. I’m not sure how well he’s going master this ability in the like… six-five days until the Day of Unity, but it's more than nothing. I’m sure Adrain Graye Vernworth’s magic amplifier will have something to do with it (more on that in in the next section)

I basically imagine a more refined version of this ability working a little like Perona’s Negative Hollows from One Piece. She can summon ghosts (the negative hollows) and if you touch them you become super depressed for a while… unless your name is Usopp (or Hunter in this case) and you’re already depressed.

Of Stones and Mirrors

Speaking of Adrian Graye Vernworth’s magic amplifier, I came up with another theory. Weeeell… I’m not sure if I should call it a proper theory, because I’m pretty sure we’re never gonna learn its origins. So this is more of a headcanon, but I think it’s pretty neat, os I’m going to subject you to it.

I think the mirror amplifier is made from a piece of galdorstone. It makes sense. The mirror glass has a similar coloration to a galdorstone, it enhances magic, and it’s made for illusion magic.

We know there was some order or organization of illusion witches way back when that gathered the galdorstones to be protected in what is today known as the Looking Glass Ruins. I think one of them created the mirror amplifier as a tool. Eventually it made its way into Adrain Graye Vernworth’s hands and then into Gus’.

It also ties Gus back to the Looking Glass Ruins and the order of illusionists buried there. He could be seen as the inheritor of their will, to use Illusion magic for good and wants to protect the galdorstones from misuse, unlike Adrain Graye Vernworth who uses his illusions for evil and wants to give the galdrostones to someone evil.

In Conclusion

I really liked this episode. We got to see Hunter again and something good finally happened to him. The secondary cast got some time to shine, with Gus in particular getting s chance to show off that he’s not just skilled, but also very powerful. He also gained a potential power up and got his hands on a surprise tool that will help us later.

We got some more potential allies in the form of some of the Hexside students and teachers. Hunter reunited with the Emerald Entrails.. We saw him develop a deeper friendship with Gus in particular as well as some hints that he more than respects Willow.

Aside from Gus’ new Negative Bubble ability, we also got to see some of the other ways illusion magic can be used, which was cool. We had the introduction of another Coven Head Witch, with him turning out to be a bad guy. Which is good, because had he been a traitor too, I’d have to rename the Traitorous Trio. What would I even call them? The Contrary Quartet?

…shit, that’s pretty good.

The subplot about Willow and Amity was decent enough, despite my complaints.

There was some nice action too, which is always appreciated. I especially liked seeing the kids working together to take out the coven scouts.

At this point, Hunter is on the side of good and he has helped provide more allies for the Day of Unity. Speaking of which, the end of the world is approaching rapidly. Time is running out and tension is high.

All in all, a solid, good episode and I can’t wait to get to the next one.

”This won’t be too long,” I thought to myself when I started writing this post. ”I’ve just got a few things to say, it’ll be quick.” This is my curse, I always underestimate how much text I can wring out of a few points that sound short in my head. I had this moment while writing the next chapter of Winter Heist where I was thinking ”Oh, this chapter won’t be that long.” It’s currently over 8 000 words long and I’m still not done.

I’m rambling. I’ll see you next time, whenever that is. Until then, take care of the planet Earth and remember that anything can happen in space!

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