#sorc's birthday

[sorcjapan]

【今日のレコード】URIAH HEEP/The Magician's Birthday

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[krisseratops]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!! 💗💗💗

SymbiOT3 sketch for the amazing @kitausuret! It's inspired by her fic Dust to Dust, go read it if you haven't already because it is absolutely wonderful! Just can't get enough of these idiots being in love 🖤

I guess this can double as a @symbruary contribution as well 🤭 for 24: symbiote ot3, and also 17: regret/apology and 26: yearning/longing/pining, because there is A LOT of that in the sorce material (seriously, go read Dust to Dust, it's freaking splendid!)

#Happy birthday!!! #Symbruary #Symbiot3 #Venom #Look at me #Actually posting art #And in a reasonably timely manner too #Must be one of those blue moons huh

[frankiefellinlove]

“……. Settling into a booth at the Convention Hall Coffee Shop, I order a BLT, photographer Bob Sorce a cheeseburger, and Bruce a hamburger, french fries and coke.

“Yeah, we had a real rep”, Bruce starts to say. “We could draw two, maybe three thousand people on any given night. We played our own concerts here and also down south. It’s weird. Nobody would ever book us because we never did any Top 40. Never. We used to play all old soul stuff and Chuck Berry, just the things we liked. That’s why we couldn’t get booked. We made enough to eat though.”

#bruce springsteen

[cutiegrumpycerym]

A birthday gift I drew for my amazing friend Sorc !

A cute monke. 💝🐒

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Art by me

PLEASE DON'T REPOST, COPY NOR TRACE MY ART !

ASK PERMISSION TO USE IT !

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED AND HELPFUL ! ^^

#the god of high school #god of highschool #goh #jin mori #dan mori #갓오브하이스쿨 #갓오하 #ゴッド��ブハイスクール #진모리 #ジンモリ #단모리 #ダンモリ #birthday gift #goh fanart #anime #digital art #cute #kawaii #fanart #myart

[bookoflibrary]

[JP] The Sanrio Collab rerun.

So it looks like the Sanrio collab will be rerunning this year, adding potentially but not confirmed just yet six new Sanrio costumes for the characters. Last year, we had: Alice/Cinnamoroll [Crusher] Cinderella/Kuromi [Gunner/yesSheThrowsThePillow] Hameln/Poccha [Breaker/Paid] Akazukin/my Melody [Paladin] Ibarahime/Hello Kitty [Cleric] Rapunzel/PompomPurin [Mins] This year, it looks like we'll be getting Dorothy/Kirimichan [Sorc] And some potential new jobs teased for Kerropi, Tuxedo Sam, LittleTwinStars, Badtz Maru, and Hangyodon

Here's the mobile wallpaper official posted for Dorothy. I translated the Discordant Poem here as a birthday gift for my sister Six [fully voiced btw, a rarity. Hameln & Raps only show for one verse in the event main story itself] and here is the summary.

#SINoALICE

[psychicduelistrbd]

To keep up with a post a drawing whether is a sketch or a more detailed work for me ESO character's birthday. Morning Star(Januay 15) is the Gautier twin's birth day. yes I did pick this date on purpose as it's also Meridia's Summoning day in High Rock. This is actually the first time I drew both twins as adults in the same image. When I first decided to make them in ESO my idea was having each of them be a different class representing their parents but swamping roles, Owen is a Sorc tank while  Aegis started as a Templar dps, but eventually changed to a Templar healer all because I wanted to help someone who was always stuck as a healer, and when they mentioned Breton Templars were good healers I just chose to change it. I've done so many vet trials and hard modes with Aegis as my healer (I have branched out to other classes for healers but Aegis will always be my main healer)

heck I wanted to attempt to evenly give each of them some aspect representing their parents but it's pretty obvios each of them seem to lean towards one thing more than the other. I guess I did too much of a good job into getting into my characters heads...or the dragon imagery would be more intimidating and thus more fitting for a tank....

#colored sketch #my art #tes OC #elder scrolls online oc #Owen Gautier #Aegis Gautier

[unknowncountrygirl]

Sand Through the Hourglass Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Denile. 

The Copper family was in the middle of cleaning up after their dinner, a simple meal of roast and potatoes, Ben had been asked to practice his piano lesson with his Nana while his parents picked up and cleaned the kitchen. A perfectly normal, no nonsense night.

Until the doorbell rang. His mother went and opened the door to see a tall woman, her dark hair pulled back in a severe bun with a deep green dress on.

“Is this the Copper residence?”

“Yes it is, I'm Marie Copper.” Ben's Mum greeted, holding out her hand. “I apologize, I didn't know we were expecting someone.”

“Yes, I actually am here to talk with Benjamin.” Ben overhearing this entire conversation, froze. “My name is Minerva McGonagall, may I come in?”

“Oh, yes. Are you from his school?” Marie asked as she shut the door and followed Minerva as she rounded the corner where Ben and she met eyes.

“In a way.” She pulled a letter from the sleeve of her dress, and held it out toward Ben. “You just had your eleventh birthday, yes?”

“Ju-july seventeenth,” Ben nodded.

“I'm here to congratulate you, Mr. Copper, as you have a place waiting for you at the Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry-”

The room nearly erupted. His Nana yelled, his father entered and his mother looked pale. Ben, with shaking hands, opened the letter and pulled out the pieces of parchment while the adults began to discuss what exactly this McGonagall meant.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRy

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Copper

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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Ben, promptly threw up. All over the carpet. Minerva pulled a stick out of her dress, and with a flick, the vomit was gone. So was Nana, as she passed out on the couch. Ben ran to the bathroom and vomited up all the dinner he had just ate while he listened to his parents discuss what the letter actually held with Miss McGonagall.

This is wrong, it's just all wrong, this can't be... I can't do that stuff! Ben thought to himself. Then he remembered the ghost he had seen a few times in the attic, the one he could see and no one else could. Once he had emptied his stomach he feebly opened the letter again, and read the other page.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS:

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a catOR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.

Hell. He had to be in hell, because there was no way any of this could actually be happening.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #ben copper #ben copper imagine #ben copper x mc #hphm ben copper #hphm ben

[nyaruelle-oc-archives]

"From tricks to wit, Murray's charm knows no bounds, a Phantom magician with captivating sounds."

Name: Murray Maggiore Emoji: 🪄 Age: 25 Birthday: 15th of Astragic Pronouns: he/him Species: Phantom Profession: Performer [Magician] Orientation: Gay Residence: Raftstone MBTI: ENFJ Character Type: Side Story Status: Alive Goal: Turn 'Sorce Oracle' into a success Flaws: Can be overly stubborn and slightly arrogant at times

History:

Murray is a gifted performer known for his flair for drama, and he stands out as one of Hagwin's top stars, specializing in the art of illusion magic. Raised in a middle-class family, he has two older brothers, making him the youngest among them. During his upbringing, Murray was granted the freedom to explore his various interests. However, this came with the added pressure of expectations from his parents regarding his future career. His academic performance, which paled in comparison to his older brothers' achievements in engineering, only heightened this pressure.

Fortunately, after much persuasion, Murray managed to ease his parents' concerns and follow his passion for becoming a magician. In addition to his magical performances, Murray is also working on developing his own unique form of fortune-telling using a deck of poker cards, which he has named "Sorce Oracle." Although it's a work in progress, he is dedicated to perfecting this intriguing endeavor.

Fun Facts:

- Murray is originally a character adopt I created for sale but decided to keep him as he was the last remaining design + I really liked his design myself haha

- Murray's chipped ear is a scar from an accident he sustained in his youth while trying to get his ear pierced

Relationships:

Arledarin Hagwin [Boss]

Hagwin is the boss of Murray. He was originally persauded to work for Hagwin himself at his bar after noticing his talent in illusion magic back when Murray was performing magic tricks on the tricks for strangers for fun. Hagwin and Murray have a good relationship with Hagwin being a fan of Murray's magic tricks.

Senshin [Co-worker]

Senshin is a co-worker of Murray. They are nitpicky about Murray’s mannerisms when it comes to performing and wished he could get to the point of his performances rather then focus on the dramatics. Murray doesn't take Senshin's nagging seriously and even comes up with smart comebacks for them whenever there's a chance.

Celimine Angelette [Co-worker]

Celimine is a co-worker of Murray. Although they are not very familiar with each other, they have a level of acquaintance that allows them to exchange greetings and inquire about each other’s lives during their breaks.

Balberra Korrick [Co-worker/Rival]

Balberra is a co-worker of Murray. The two don't converse much but Murray is surprisingly intimidated by her

Viessa Lysander [Co-worker]

Viessa is a co-worker of Murray. While Viessa does not perform like the rest of the crew, she is still very much respected, including Murray who finds her to be a hardworker

The Belle sisters [Co-worker]

The Belle sisters are Murray's co-workers. Murray finds them humorous and often hands sweets for them.

~~~

Class: Rogue

Skill:

✦ [Optical Illusion]

Able to bend reality and create illusions which aid him in his magic shows

✦ [Void Realm Usage]

Ability all Phantoms have that allow them access to use the void realm for storage and teleportation

Headcanon Voice: Jacob Tobia

~~~ Clothing Reference

#rogue #male #phantom #hagwin's crew #Character Bios #raftstone city

[sorcjapan]

【今日のレコード】URIAH HEEP/The Magician’s Birthday 英国HRロックファンみなさんにはもうお馴染みのユーライア・ヒープ♪ケン・ヘンズレーとデヴィッド・バイロンの黄金期の一枚！！ロジャー・ディーンの見開きジャケもめちゃクールです。バイロンさんのちょっと演歌のコブシが入ったようなヴォーカルがヤケに悪魔っぽいのです♪『魔の饗宴』って邦題がチト気になりますが、コロナ以降自粛に自粛を続けてきて『饗宴』もイヨイヨ解禁ムードかな？ブラックフライデーがすぎると年末！『饗宴』シーズンに向けてイザ！ ☆こちらの商品は携帯サイトBASEから!! 商品詳細→ https://sorc.theshop.jp/items/67519410　 ブログ→ https://wp.me/p2OYgh-2VA #sorc #vinyl #records #LP #中古レコード #レコード #レコードショップ #レコード好き #アナログレコード #discogs #vinyllover #recordcollector #recordstore #recordshop #名古屋 #覚王山 #kakuozan #黑胶唱片 #音乐 #古着 #二手衣服 #FUEIHOBOOGIE #フーエーホーブーギー #URIAHHEEP #TheMagiciansBirthday #ユーライアヒープ (SORC 60's-70's Used Records) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClaOohlPnmW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[sorcererinthestars]

happy birthday!!! --ryanthepowerbottomguy

Thanks love!

#me #sorc's birthday #Anonymous

[miss-ingno]

myan streetrace au ~ Happy Birthday @sorcererinslytherin!

wordcount: 1.4k (read here on Ao3)

The traffic light was red. Michael tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, watching cars drive by until the flow petered out. A glance up, but the light was still red.

A bike pulled up next to him and revved its motor.

Michael frowned, glaring at the guy because he already took the outermost left lane, how dare that asshole-! Michael honked his horn, and the biker revved his motor again. His brow furrowed. The glass of the helmet was dark, Michael could barely make out the biker’s smirk. A stark white skull was painted over the top and sides, and Michael swore.

He recognized the guy.

A glance down at the heavy black bike confirmed his suspicions, the jagged, white script declaring it the Vagabond. He knew that bike, watched it fly past many competitors on the dirt track, winning a race every other night. And Vagabond must have recognized Michael’s baby, too, because he was revving his motor again.

Michael honked a quick acknowledgement, using the code of the illegal street races.

The biker turned to stare at him, and Michael stared back, raising a brow in question. The biker smirked, revved his motor again, and then he was off. Michael cursed, sparing barely a look for the yellow light before he gunned it, speeding after the bike.

Vagabond had a decent head start and a bike was nimbler to boot, weaving through oncoming traffic and passing other cars easily. Michael swerved, barely avoiding a truck heading his way as he chased after him. They followed the street down a curve, and the bike gained some more distance before they pulled onto the highway.

Michael stepped on the gas.

The straightaway was his chance, his car packing more horsepower than the bike. He slowly gained on the Vagabond as the cars thinned out, leaving him free to pull ahead. He pressed the horn three times rapidly, grinning wildly as he overtook his opponent in the impromptu race.

Now it was Michael’s turn to lead, bringing them around the city in a loop and heading for the airport. Vagabond caught up with him on the exit, Michael having to slow down at the tight turn. The bike remained doggedly at his flank, using his car’s larger bulk to clear the way. Michael was kinda impressed and curious what kind of mods enabled the bike to keep up, and more importantly, where did he get them.

Sirens blared in the distance, and the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror caught Michael’s attention. A cop car had joined their race.

Michael pulled up next to Vagabond with a honk, jerking his head over his shoulder to indicate the new challenger. The biker seemed to stare into the mirror for a long second before turning to Michael and nodding firmly. He grinned back and stepped on the gas, shooting forward. The bike dropped back, and Michael watched in the rearview as Vagabond started to tease the coppers, slowing down until he was tantalizingly within reach. Then he pulled away onto the sidewalk, weaving between lampposts, parked cars and the occasional tree, before taking a sharp right into a tiny side-alley and vanishing from view.

For a moment, the police slowed down, as if torn between which of them to follow.

Michael threw his head back and barked out a laugh, free and wild. Grinning fiercely, he spun the wheel around and pulled the handbrake, sliding around in a one-eighty, wheels smoking as they spun out. He came to a halt opposite the cop car, revving his motor as a warning before he let go of the brakes and shot forward, flashing his lights at the startled cops as he whisked past.

Michael smirked. He knew where that alley led.

As the cops chased him back down the streets, following him as he took a sharp left, he glimpsed a piece of shiny black metal from the corner of his eyes. The biker must have been waiting for him, that asshole, because he took his bike up the makeshift ramp out of that alley just as Michael shot by. Vagabond flew through the air, jumping over Michael’s car before landing on his other side. Michael whooped loudly and he could swear his fellow racer shot him a fierce grin before pulling ahead.

They led the cops on a merry chase across the city, gathering and losing cars left and right.

Finally, Michael could hear the thump, thump, thump of a helicopter’s blade, and he slowed down a little. The biker drew up on the driver’s side, and they exchanged a short look. Then the biker took a hand off the handle and made three quick symbols. Michael nodded in acknowledgement. The biker nodded back and then swerved sharply to the left. Michael watched him for a long second, before he split down the other street.

It took him a while to shake the cops, but once he was certain he lost them, he looped back around and headed for the dirt track. This early in the afternoon, no one else was there. The races didn’t start until dusk.

Michael parked at the finish line, grabbing his jacket from the backseat. It’s gotten a little chilly in Los Santos, and he’d only thrown on the nearest available t-shirt before leaving home. He leaned against the hood of his car, arms crossed and waiting. It didn’t take long for Vagabond to arrive. Michael watched him closely as he pulled up, let his gaze trail over the tight leather pants and how they hugged his ass as the man got off the bike. Took in the wide shoulders bolstered by the dark leather jacket, before finally locking eyes with the driver. The man stared back for a long moment, no one moving.

Then he raised his hands and took his helmet off.

Michael mustered him curiously, taking in the black and white paint around his eyes with a faint pang of amusement as he realized it was probably a skull pattern before it dripped and smeared with sweat. Watched as the man brushed back a damp strand of hair, which seemed to have escaped his low ponytail. Then he locked gaze with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and for a second he couldn’t breathe.

“Hi,” the biker said, voice a deep, dark rumble. “Nice car you’ve got there.”

“Nice bike,” Michael returned automatically, swallowing. He shook his head dazedly, before holding out a hand. “Nice to meet you, Vagabond.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Double-Oh Mogar,” he drawled as his fingers curled around Michael’s, and Michael cursed his heart for skipping a beat. He was not going to swoon like some teenage girl in a movie!

“Call me Michael,” he offered flippantly, and the grip on his hand tightened for a second. It was not hot, dammit.

“Ryan,” the biker returned after a pause, and Michael rolled that name around in his head. Ryan. Ryan. He liked it.

“You must have some great mods on your bike,” Michael continued a little awkwardly, dropping Ryan’s hand reluctantly. “Didn’t think you’d be able to keep up.”

Ryan’s brow furrowed as he looked at his bike, before turning back to Michael.

“It’s all about skill,” he replied smoothly, mouth ticking up. “Honestly, I thought I’d lose you quickly with how thick traffic was. Really, I’m impressed.”

“My car’s faster,” Michael reminded him, narrowing his eyes. “I’d’ve won if it weren’t for the cops.”

“And a bike’s still nimbler,” Ryan retorted, grin growing. “Besides, a bike can go fast when even a car has to slow down.”

“If you want to spin out in a sharp turn, sure,” Michael drawled back, eyeballing Ryan’s bike overtly. “As nimble as a bike can be, you got quite the heavy machine there.”

“I suppose it depends on the terrain,” Ryan conceded, and Michael felt himself deflate.

“I guess.” He gave Ryan a small smile. “Shame our little competition got interrupted though.”

“How about a proper race, then?” Ryan suggested, arching a brow. He let his eyes flicker between his bike and Michael’s baby. “Two laps. See if your car can beat my bike.”

“Loser pays for dinner,” Michael stipulated, smirking up at him. Ryan cocked his head, sharp blue gaze flicking over him.

“You asking me out on a date?” he drawled, something like a Southern accent to his voice. Michael smirked.

“Only if I lose. I win, you gotta ask me, asshole.”

Ryan mustered him again, eyes lingering on his hips, his shoulders. Finally, he looked back up and mirrored Michael’s smirk.

“Deal.”

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[heywardsarchive]

Warm Cookies and Melted Chocolate

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Granger!reader (romantic) , Remus Lupin x Granger!reader (platonic)

Warning: death (major and minor charachter death), sadness toward the end, children?(teddy) , Talks of Marriage? Lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: y/n lost her parents at a very young age, leading her to live with her cousin Hermione's family. In her 5th year, Remus Lupin is the new dada teacher, they form a special bond and she starts looking to him as a father that she never had. Later on in the battle of Hogwarts, sacrifices are made.

Word count: 4.6k+ words

This was requested by -SADNAP I tweaked the request a bit I hope that's ok! Genre: fluff, angsty end.

A/N we don't know Hermione's parents names so I'm just gonna roll with David and Sarah Granger ****

Y/n Granger lost her parents when she was just five years old, she then started to live with her aunt and uncle and their daughter Hermione. She and Hermione were two years apart in age but were very close. The two grew up as sisters but y/n was never able to accept her aunt and uncle as parental figures. Yes, she loved them but after seeing them as Aunt and uncle for so many years, she couldn't accept them as her parents. Both David and Sarah had accepted it and loved y/n as their own.

Six years later

"Wake up! Wake up!" Nine year old Hermione jumped on her sister's bed. She excitedly shook her sister awake and the older girl groaned. She pulled her blanket over her head and rolled over to the other side.

"Five more minutes." She said sleepily. Hermione payed no heed to her request and pulled her blanket away. "But it's your birthday!" She cried.

This comment made y/n's eyes snap open. "It is? Already?" She said, no trace of the sleepiness that was present just mere moments ago. She pushed of her blanket and put on her fluffy bunny slippers.

"Happy birthday sissy." Hermione hugged her older sister and pulled her toward her own bedroom. "Where are you taking me?" Y/n asked her.

"To my bedroom. To give you your gift." She replied opening the door to the pale pink room. She motioned y/n to sit down on the bed while she retrieved the gift that she had lovingly made herself. (albeit with the help of her grandmother)

Hermione rummaged through the things in her cupboard and pulled out a lumpy looking gift wrapped in emerald green wrapping paper. "Open it now!" She placed the fuck in the older girl's arms.

Y/n giggled at her sisters excitement and unwrapped the gift. It was a large knitted blanket, beige in colour. "I made this myself, well grandpa helped me but I did most of the knitting myself." Hermione said proudly. Y/n smiled happily and ruffled her sisters bushy hair.

"Hermione, y/n breakfast is ready!" Came Sarah's voice. "You go ahead mione, I will brush my teeth and join you." Hermione nodded and bounded down the stairs.

As the four of them sat down to eat, there was a knock at the door. Sarah opened the door and out on the patio stood a woman wearing dark green robes and a pointed hat. She had pointed spectacles and held something that looked like a file in her hand.

"Can I help you?" Sarah questioned, looking at the woman with an odd expression.

"I'm here for a Ms. Y/n Granger, from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. May I come inside?" Her tone was stern but kind at the same time. Sarah stepped aside letting her in. Both women entered the dining room where the rest of the grangers sat.

"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" Said David eyeing the woman. She removed a letter and placed it on the table. It was addressed to y/n. "Is that for me?" She asked picking it up. It was pale yellow and had a red seal on it.

Y/n ripped open the letter, and her gaze ran over the words on it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Granger, 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 1 September.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.

"What does this mean?" Y/n asked, confused. Was she a witch? But aren't witches fictional. They don't exist, right? She handed the letter to her uncle who read the letter with the same level of confusion as she did.

"You, dear girl are a witch. You were born with magical abilities. I am here from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry as you have seen in the letter." Said McGonagall. "We will train you to control you magic and make a good witch out of you."

"She's magical?" Said Hermione in awe. "Does that mean you can make things fly with a wand?" Y/n shrugged, not knowing what to say.

McGonagall suppressed an amused smile. "Yes she can make things fly, with practice ofcource."

"Where will she get all the uh magical supplies as you say? And how do we pay for this magical school?" Questioned David.

"You need not worry about anything. The fee for the school is covered by the ministry of magic. You only have to pay for the books, since Ms Granger is a muggle born, ("what's a muggle") a muggle is a non magical person, the ministry has given a small allowance for her books and supplies. You can deposit the money in the wizarding bank called gringotts. You can find all these things in diagon alley, a magical representative will be sent to help you buy your supplies." She finished.

"Can I go auntie, can I please go?" Y/n pleaded. Excited at the fact that the witches she read about in books are real and she was one. Her aunt and uncle exchanged a glance and smiled brightly. "Ofcourse you can go! Out niece has magic!" They cheered.

McGonagall handed David a bag of coins. "This is wizard currency, Ms Greene from the ministry will accompany you to diagon alley tomorrow." She said and walked out the door.

"This is the best birthday gift ever!" Y/n squealed and hugged her family. They all were equally happy for her and we're excited at the prospect of having a magical person in the family.

*****

Y/n loved baking. Her favourite thing to bake were chocolate chip cookies. She made them for her school teachers and family members on their birthdays, so it was obvious that she would bake a batch of cookies to take with her to Hogwarts. It was her last day before she had to leave. She was excited and her trunk and things were packed and kept neatly at her bedside.

Hermione and y/n had a sleepover in the older girl's room the night before y/n had to leave. Hermione was sad that her sister would be gone for most part of the year, she almost cried a bit but after y/n promised to write to her every week, she felt a bit better.

At nine thirty the next morning, the family of four left for kings cross station. The ticket to Hogwarts express in y/n's hand. She knew how to reach the platform as the ministry woman had explained it to her when she had bought her books.

It was time to say goodbye. Y/n hugged her aunt and uncle who kissed her forehead and told her that she'd be a brilliant young witch which made y/n smile brightly. When she hugged Hermione, the younger girl burst into tears. "I don't want you to leave!" She wailed hugging y/n tightly. She refused to let go and continued clinging to her sister.

"Hermione, I have to go. I promise I'll write to you everyday and I'll be back soon, for Christmas. And hey, maybe you're a witch too then you can join me at Hogwarts!" Y/n reassured her sister. Hermione let go of her and smiled tearily . "Alright. Pinky promise me you'll be back soon." She stuck out her pinky. Y/n grinned and locked her with Hermione. The two sisters shared a last hug before y/n left to the world of magic.

Y/n sat herself in an empty compartment and pulled out her bag of cookies. She sunk her teeth into the soft cookie and the familiar taste sat on her tongue. No matter how many times she had eaten it, it always made her sigh with delight.

A book and cookies and y/n was set for a few hours. That's how she planned to spend her journey to Hogwarts, but a pair of redheaded twins ruined her plan. They made their way to her compartment and poked their head in. Identical mischievous grins were plastered on their faces.

"Is this seat taken?" One of them said.

"No it isn't."

The twin standing a bit behind pushed the other one inside. He made an "oomph" sound and fell a few inches from y/n's feet. She stuck out her hand for him to take, which he did with a sheepish smile. His twin sniggered and sat down on the seat opposite her.

When the twins had made themselves comfortable, one of them piped up. "He's Fred." Said, not fred. "And he's George." "I'm y/n. It's my first year here." She said.

"Did you bake those?" Said Fred pointing to the bag of cookies in y/n's hand. 'Maybe that's george.' Y/n thought to herself. "Yeah, I did. Do you want one?" She extended the bag to the twins who each pulled out one cookie.

They bit into it and sighed. "These are delicious!" George said with his mouth full. "Don't  let mum hear you say that." Fred playfully punched his shoulder. Y/n laughed at the two of them, they were funny and she hoped the three of them could be good friends.

And y/n's wish came true, the three of them became the best friends. Another boy Lee Jordan added on to their trio and the four of them together wreaked havoc in the school. Alongside pranking students with the boys, y/n was an exceptional student getting top marks in most of her classes. Her younger sister Hermione joined her in Hogwarts during y/n's third year. Hermione and the twins' brother Ron along with the Harry Potter had become their own trio getting into all sorts of danger left right and center.

It was fifth year, the year of the OWLS and y/n's stress levels were skyrocketing. Yet again they had a new DADA teacher. He was different from the others. A right improvement from ol' Lockhart. Professor Remus Lupin was the best DADA teacher they had yet. He was funny and made learning exciting. Fred even joked that maybe y/n had a crush on him. It wasn't the case at all. She just admired the man deeply.

"Today we are going to learn the patronus charm. Can anyone tell me what it is useful for?" Said professor Lupin pacing across the classroom, his patchy robes flowing behind him. Y/n's hand immediately shot up.

"Yes Ms. Granger."

"It can be used to protect oneself from dementors and send messages." She smiled, proud of her answer. Professor Lupin nodded in approval.

"Everyone, I want you to think of your happiest memory and say 'expecto patronum.'" Lupin pulled out his wand, demonstrating the spell. A silvery blue wisp shot of his wand and took the shape of a wolf. It jumped about the room for a few minutes and then vanished.

The classroom watched in awe at the wolf. Something about it made a happy feeling float up in their chests. Lupin broke them out of their trance. "Now I want you to try."

Y/n closed her eyes and thought of her happiest memory, the day she found out she was a witch and out of her wand burst a silvery blue wisp of light. She sighed and looked at her classmates. Some of them managed to produce wisps of light like she did and others couldn't produce anything.

By the end of the class, some students had managed to produce a corporeal patronus. Silvery blue animals pranced about the room and professor Lupin laughed in happiness. Y/n was frustrated. She let out a sigh of frustration decided to give it one last shot.

She thought of the day she met fred and George on the train and all the fun she had with them through her years at Hogwarts. She held out her wand and out of it came a small hummingbird and flew around the classroom. Y/n looked in awe at the bird and laughed in glee. She had done it! She had produced a patronus.

Fred watched her from one corner of the room and felt a pink blush creep up his neck as a small smile curved his lips. George looked at his brother and nudged his side with a teasing smirk. Fred simply scoffed and looked away which prompted a small laugh from George.

**** Y/n made her way into the common room with her bag slung haphazardly on her shoulder. She let out a long exaggerated sigh and plopped down on the sofa with her head on Fred's lap. The bag fell to the ground and she groaned. George turned to her. "What's got your knickers in a twist love?" Her face was buried in the sofa and what came out of her mouth was a series of in deciphrable gibberish.

"You're gonna have to speak English y/n/n I don't understand whale." George laughed. Y/n sat up and smacked him with a pillow. "Snape happened that's what." She sat back down. The twins 'ahhed' in understanding.

The portrait door swung open and entered ron, Harry and Hermione. Harry looked positively irritated while Ron had a comforting hand on his shoulder, Hermione seemed to be scolding the poor boy about something.

"Oi! Why are you bothering the poor boys mione?" Y/n called out. Hermione's eyes flicked towards her sister and she scoffed. "I'm not bothering them! I'm simply explaining to Harry that he cannot possibly-" Her voice switched to a lower tone, "he cannot possibly use a broomstick that appeared out of nowhere. It could be bewitched by sirius black!"

"That not the worst part, Harry can't go to hogsmeade with us since the stinking Dursleys wouldn't sign his permission slip." Ron added. Y/n glanced at the boy sympathetically.

The trio soon retired to their dorms and once again it was just fred, George and y/n by the fireplace. "I feel bad for Harry." George sighed. Y/n nodded in agreement. All of a sudden an idea struck her. The boys may not agree but it would help Harry.

"What if we gave him the map." The twins looked at her as if she was insane. "Give him the map! The marauders map? The very map that saved us from detention? Have you lost your mind woman?" Fred almost shouted.

Y/n sighed. "Hear me out, he needs the map more than we do. With all the sneaking around the three of them do it will do them good. It will also help Harry get into hogsmeade. We don't need the map anymore, we know the secret passages very well." She grinned.

That seemed to grab the boys attention. "We could consider it." George mused.

A few days later after a thorough discussion, a decision was taken. Harry would be given the map. They didn't need it anymore. Besides, there was a thrill in sneaking around without knowing who's coming down the halls and they knew the secret passages like the back of their hand.

When the first hogsmeade trip rolled around, and Ron and Hermione had headed there, y/n and the boys made their way to the courtyard, hoping that Harry would come out there. And their hopes were answered. A trail of footsteps appearing seemingly out of nowhere, in the snow.

Fred and George jumped up and grabbed Harry by each arm. "Gerroff me!" Harry tried to struggle free, but the twins were stronger. They managed to drag him to a secluded area in the castle where Lee and y/n followed.

"Why have you brought me here?" Harry asked shrugging off the coat.

Fred and George handed Harry the map and explained how it was to be used and the various secret passages. Harry's eyes lit up in delight and y/n was pretty sure he would have hugged the twins if they hadn't started to walking away. She ruffled Harry's hair and followed the boys.

It was only 3pm and the twins had gone to wreak havoc in some part of the castle while y/n decided to sit that one out and went to her favorite place, the kitchens to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies. She chatted with the house elves who were more than happy to have her there while the baked goodness was in the oven.

Taking out the cookies, y/n handed some of them to house elves and kept the rest for herself. She went out to the courtyard and sat down under a tree and pulled out a book.

Remus happened to be passing by at that time. He watched the girl read a book while eating what looked to him, as a chocolate cookie. The sight reminded him of his younger self, sitting and reading while his friends were out pulling pranks on some unsuspecting slytherin. He chuckled to himself and sighed. How he missed his childhood days, carefree with no threat of a mass murderer on the loose, where everyone was alive and he wasn't alone. ***

"Flower! Where are you going?" Fred called out to y/n as she headed out of the common room. "Flower? That's new." She smirked turning around to face the redhead. His face turned red and he raised a hand to scratch the back of neck. "Well, er, your patronus was a hummingbird and they suck nectar from flowers and well you're pretty and so are flowers so um."

A warmth crept up y/n's cheeks. Flustered, she replied, "Um th-thankyou Freddie. You're very pretty as well." Quickly she turned around and rushed out of the door.

'idiot!' y/n cursed herself. She absentmindedly walked into her DADA classroom and opened her textbook going over the only part that baffled her. Y/n was an intelligent girl. She was no Hermione but she was bright, so finding something that confused her was rare. As she was burried in her textbook, she didn't notice her professor enter the classroom.

He set his things down on the table when y/n's head snapped up. "Goodmorning miss Granger." He smiled warmly. "I have graded your paper and it is flawless. But I noticed that you seem to be having trouble in a particular section regarding defensive jinxes?"

Y/n nodded and showed him the book she was referring to. Remus looked over the text and clapped his hands together. "Tell you what, why don't you come back to this classroom after classes today and we can go over this again. Would that be helpful?"

"That would be amazing thankyou professor!" Y/n exclaimed.

*** Over the next week y/n, with the help of professor Lupin managed to perfect the defensive jinxes she was unable to perform previously. As a thankyou, y/n baked her signature chocolate chip cookies for her professor and have it to him on the day she got her test results back.

Things between her and Fred were a bit awkward after that encounter and neither of them could be in the same room together without getting flustered.

George decided he had enough of his brother and best friend dancing around their feelings for eachother. He threatened to stop helping fred in pulling pranks for a month if he didn't tell the girl how he felt. Fred argued that the prank ban would be a punishment to George as well but he was willing to make a sacrifice because watching the two of them was even worse.

After a week, fred managed to gather the guts and ask y/n out in the courtyard. "Y/n I really like you. It may have become obvious after the whole flower incident but I honestly do think you're amazing."

Y/n blushed, unable to form an answer she kissed fred right on the lips. Remus happened to witness this confession and a small smile danced on his lips. Seeing his favourite students together made a bubble of joy rise up in his chest. He had grown to care for the girl almost as if she was his own daughter.

*** It was the end of the year. The news of Remus being a werewolf had spread throughout Hogwarts. He would have to resign as nobody wanted a werewolf teaching their students. Y/n was dejected. She really liked Remus. He was almost like the father figure she never was able to see in her uncle, and was sad to see him leave.

She knocked on remus' office door. "Come in!" Remus was standing before his desk packing up the last of his belongings. He smiled seeing y/n enter, she looked at him with watery eyes and a sad smile. "Why do you have to leave professor? You are the best DADA teacher we've had in years." She wrung her hands together and stared at them.

Remus sighed and set his hands on the table. "Y/n you know that the news of me being a werewolf has spread. Soon there'll be angry letters coming from parents about a werewolf teaching their children. It's best if I just resign."

"This is all Snape's fault isn't it. Hermione told me everything." Anger started rising in y/n's chest and her fists curled into ball.

"Now now, don't go about cursing Snape. It's not worth it. It's alright, I'll find another job. I'll be alright." At that, y/n's hands relaxed and she let out a watery chuckle. "I will miss you professor. You were almost like a father to me." She confessed.

Remus smiled and set a hand on her shoulder. "And you were like a daughter to me. Now, it's time for you to finish packing. Run along."

"Is it alright if I ask for your help? I have no idea who's going to take your place, what if it's another Lockhart?" She shuddered and Remus laughed. With one last smile, y/n left the office.

**** Over the years, Remus and y/n kept in touch through owl and their relationship only strengthened. Her uncle and aunt were happy to see that their niece had finally found someone who was like a father to her.

Fred and y/n were still going strong. People often teased them about how head over heels they were for each other but they didn't mind. They were together and that's all that mattered. Besides, the others were probably jealous, as they liked to tell themselves.

The war was looming over their heads. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone on the run. Y/n was in hiding with the Weasleys. She along with fred, George and Lee ran potterwatch. She tried to spend as much time as she could Remus now that he was having a child of his own. Y/n could not have been more excited for the man who was almost like her father.

Teddy Lupin was born in April 1998. Y/n had gone to visit the boy when Remus asked her to be his godmother. "If something happens to us, I know you will care for him and protect him." Y/n burst into tears at that and wrapped Remus and tonks in a hug.

"I swear I will always protect you teddy, even your parents. Even if it means I give my own life for them."

***

War had broken out in Hogwarts. Y/n along with the rest of the order had arrived at Hogwarts. Fred and y/n stood in the courtyard where they had shared their first kiss.

"After this war, which I promise you we will survive, I want to marry you." Fred confessed.

Y/n wiped her eyes which had welled up with tears. "I want to marry you Fredrick Weasley, we will be together for the rest of this life and the next."

They shared a final kiss before going their seperate ways with a lingering glance.

*** Remus ran around the grounds of his old school, destruction spread across every corner, his childhood second home destroyed.

Remus hadn't seen y/n since they parted. That was three hours ago. He was starting to get worried, he couldn't bear to lose another person he loved so dearly.

"Arrgh!" He heard a scream, the voice was familiar. Remus ran in the direction of the sound and saw the person he was looking for. Y/n stood there, deeply wounded throwing a final curse at the death eater causing him to collapse before collapsing herself.

Remus rushed to her side and placed her head on his lap. Y/n was bleeding from her stomach and a deep gash had found its way on her face and traveled to her neck. Her breathing was getting laboured and her eyes were fluttering.

"No y/n, you're not dying. You'll be ok " Remus cried. His shaky hands traced the wound on her face. "it's ok, d-dad. It's my destiny. Tell Hermione I love her, and Ron and Harry. Tell fred to move on and be happy, don't let him live in sadness. And dad, I love you." A tear drop rolled down her cheeks.

Remus smiled at her sadly. " I won't let teddy forget you." Y/n managed a weak smile. "Dont die dad." Was the last thing she said before the life left her body.  Sobs racked Remus' body. He would fight, and he would win. For her. For y/n.

*** The war was over, Harry had defeated voldemort. But at what cost? Bodies were lined up in the great hall and friends and family cried at the loss of their loved ones.

Remus had survived, so had tonks. He fulfilled y/n's final wish. He slowly limped into the great hall and was greeted by smiles with sad eyes.

He looked over the bodies till he found hers. Y/n's body was placed next to Fred's. The two lovers not even seperated in death. The Weasleys and Hermione and Harry crouched over their bodies with year stained faces. Remus fell to his knees beside y/n's body and let out all the tears waiting to fall.

He turned to Hermione. "She wanted me to tell you that she loved you." He turned to harry and Ron. "She loved you both as well, they were one of the last things she said before she died in my arms." Remus was fully shaking now. "she loved you too, Remus." Hermione told him. Remus simply nodded.

The two bodies with hands almost intertwined even in death indicated that fred and y/n were meant to be. Even death didn't do them apart.

****

2004

Years later, y/n's death still hurt like a fresh wound to Remus. He told teddy all about his sister and godmother. About how brave she was and how much she loved him. Teddy admired her even though he barely knew her.

It became a tradition for Remus and Hermione to meet on y/n's birthday and celebrate her memory over her favourite thing in the world, warm cookies with melted chocolate.

****

A/n: I'm so sorry this took like 10 years!! I hope you guys liked it!!

tagging: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts @iwritesiriusly@bubblegum-and-cherryremus lupin

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #harry potter x reader #fluff #angst

[starswift-borzoi]

As we approach my first litters 10th birthday, I've been reflecting on the dog that started it all....10 year ago Anne Midgarden leased me Geneva (Teine Geneva) to breed with my very talented Bartleby (BIF FC Starswift Black Lightning CGC MC LCM SGRCIV SORC ROM). Some people gave me a hard time because he never held a conformation champion title and continued to refer to him as pet quality. "Pets shouldn't be bred." Well I used him twice, breeding him 2 years later to Madeline (Lothlorien Made to Order Zharkov FCH) thanks again to Anne and Katie Kaltenborn. I am forever grateful for those that have supported my venture into breeding. While it hasn't always been easy and some has been rather heartbreaking...there is also so many great, wait...no, AMAZING memories with so many more to come. I'm so glad I didn't listen to those that weren't able to see the great things Bartleby brought into existence. Most of all my most sincerest gratitude to Bonnie Dalzell who trusted a no one with such an amazing once in a lifetime hound. <3 #borzoi #russianwolfhound #doglover #doglife #sighthoundsofinstagram   #borzoiofinstagram #borzoisofinstagram #purebreddogsofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #starswift #starswiftborzoi https://www.instagram.com/p/CVx5OmeljzM/?utm_medium=tumblr

#borzoi #russianwolfhound #doglover #doglife #sighthoundsofinstagram #borzoiofinstagram #borzoisofinstagram #purebreddogsofinstagram #dogsofinstagram #starswift #starswiftborzoi

[frankiefellinlove]

On his 29th birthday (1978-09-23) Bruce travels to Asbury Park for an interview with Mike Greenblatt of ‘The Aquarian’ and photographer Bob Sorce. They wait for him on the boardwalk near The Casino until he turns up some time after 1:30pm, having just got up. After lunch at the Convention Hall Coffee Shop, they move on to the beach before Bruce drives to Freehold and other towns in the area, taking in locations like The Upstage and Tinker West's surfboard factory. The interview was re-produced in Backstreets #31 from Winter 1990.

“that he had this special aura hovering above and around him. A certain intangible; a charisma inextricably bound in the well-worn personality of the working man; a handsome face that could make the transition to the silver screen as a prophet of the proletariat; a toughness; a hardness. He was far from what you’d call articulate yet he encapsulated and personified an aesthetic in his very existence that he’s since spent a career in perfecting. If he’s not the blue-collar hero anymore as a millionaire rock star, he can still summon up imagery of such in his art.”

Thanks to Brucebase for the info.

Here you can read the interview:

https://www.mydigitalpublication.com/publication/?i=79971&article_id=821127&view=articleBrowser&ver=html5&fbclid=IwAR2Mnzjf03Y4-ynQfgFbuMOM-G4-Uxkh1MMYyg0fWdU7bV-FWWGbLvUKf28

[recoveringlikeclockwork]

Hi. It's Annie again. Almost a full year since I sent you that last anon. I just wanted to let you know I'm doing better. It's been a year and 4 months of not counting a single calorie. I started therapy last month and I've been taking medications for depression for 8 months now. Heather moved to a different country. We "broke up" November of last year (on my birthday party... yikes) and last time we talked was four months ago to make peace before she left. I miss her.

It's been hard making friends at college. But I reconnected with two old friends and they are nice. We hang out a lot and I feel good when we do.

It has never been so easy to breathe before. I mean, the waves still hit, but they are more far from each other and less drowning now. She wasn't the sorce of all my problems. A lot of things changed that made me better... i guess that's why things with her started to go down in the first place. I still miss her. I wish things haven't been the way they were.

But I'm ok now. I'm not drowning anymore. I'm not exactly totally happy yet, but I think someday I will be (if totally happy is even possible) . And that's good enough for now.

Thank you for everything you did for me. I wish I wasn't such a burden back then, I was just hurting a lot. Thank you for all the drama you put up with and all the late nights basically babysitting me hahaha.

I wish someday to be for someone what you were for me. And I wish the universe gives you that back too.

Omg my goodness hello Annie!!! It’s great to hear from you again!

I’m so incredibly happy for you! You’re doing absolutely amazing and I’m so glad that you’re in a better place

Recovery is a slow process and I wish you the absolute best in your journey to living happier.

You were never a burden to me. I did what I could to help because I cared about you, and I still do care about you. It’s great to hear from you :)

#recovering asks #abuse mention #ed mention

[unknowncountrygirl]

Through the Years: Pt 1

The Copper family was in the middle of cleaning up after their dinner, a simple meal of roast and potatoes, Ben had been asked to practice his piano lesson with his Nana while his parents picked up and cleaned the kitchen. A perfectly normal, no nonsense night.

Until the doorbell rang. His mother went and opened the door to see a tall woman, her dark hair pulled back in a severe bun with a deep green dress on.

“Is this the Copper residence?”

“Yes it is, I'm Marie Copper.” Ben's Mum greeted, holding out her hand. “I apologize, I didn't know we were expecting someone.”

“Yes, I actually am here to talk with Benjamin.” Ben overhearing this entire conversation, froze. “My name is Minerva McGonagall, may I come in?”

“Oh, yes. Are you from his school?” Marie asked as she shut the door and followed Minerva as she rounded the corner where Ben and she met eyes.

“In a way.” She pulled a letter from the sleeve of her dress, and held it out toward Ben. “You just had your eleventh birthday, yes?”

“Ju-july seventeenth,” Ben nodded.

“I'm here to congratulate you, Mr. Copper, as you have a place waiting for you at the Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry-”

The room nearly erupted. His Nana yelled, his father entered and his mother looked pale. Ben, with shaking hands, opened the letter and pulled out the pieces of parchment while the adults began to discuss what exactly this McGonagall meant.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRy

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Copper

We are pleased to inform you that you h

ave been accepted at

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

. Please find enclosed a

list

of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on

1 September

. We await

your owl by no later than

31 July

.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Ben, promptly threw up. All over the carpet. Minerva pulled a stick out of her dress, and with a flick, the vomit was gone. So was Nana, as she passed out on the couch. Ben ran to the bathroom and vomited up all the dinner he had just ate while he listened to his parents discuss what the letter actually held with Miss McGonagall.

This is wrong, it's just all wrong, this can't be... I can't do that stuff! Ben thought to himself. Then he remembered the ghost he had seen a few times in the attic, the one he could see and no one else could. Once he had emptied his stomach he feebly opened the letter again, and read the other page.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS:

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK.

Hell. He had to be in hell, because there was no way any of this could actually be happening.

#hphm ben copper #hphm #hphm ben #ben copper #ben copper imagine #ben copper x mc