“The Golden Trio”?? Did You Mean: “Two Non Functional Disasters And Their Caretaker, Ronald Weasley”??

Ron Weasley head cannons while in Hogwarts

Befriended one Hufflepuff in second year and was adopted by the older ones

Was playing chess alone in the library and a Ravenclaw student joined

It was such hard loss people started studying his moves to try and get a chance at winning

They can't even be mad! He's so happy someone's playing with him goddamnit!

Has played against Slytherins as well, chess is a silent truce

He is great at fixing up things and gives good advice for budgeting

Likes shiny things

Refuses to go to madam pomfrey when he gets sick

Fred and george once dragged him to her when he nearly fell off the stairs because of a fever

He broke out instantly

A charm went wrong and he had Harry's eyes for a few days once

Snape nearly died because he thought lily came back to haunt him

Used to complimenting people (Ginny calmed down easier when you play up her positivity and Molly absolutely was a weak woman to small Ron calling her pretty)

Tells a guy his eyes remind him of a certain constellation, said guy never recovered

It was said way to honestly and out of nowhere for no reason

Aroace Ron Weasley with platonic life partners Harry and hermione

Has a nasty kick

Physical touch is one of his love languages so he often just nudges people, has headbutted people softly

Let's people draw on his skin, often his arms are full of doodles or full blown artworks

Still has anger issues but eventually learns about it and tries to learn ways to get it under control

Ginny used to want to play dress up a lot so he is very comfortable in being seen as 'girly'

Let's his friend practice make up on him

Ron with eyeliner was someone's sexual awakening

Switched uniform with a girl once because she wanted to try the boys uniform

Draco tried to make fun of him for that - Stammered a bit too hard to be taken serious

Blaise Zabini asked him out once but Ron did not in fact understand what he wanted

Will just pick people up for whatever reason

Is great at transfiguration, McGonagall found out in third year and has been trying to get him to be the transfiguration professor since then

Really good at baking

Knows so much gossip

Really used to the twins to the point he can interrupt them and finish their thought before they get to do their back and forth

Understands any rambles, he knows so many people who go on rants all the time

Has the mom-resistance to heat when cooking

One hit K.O.ed a guy who cheated on his friend

In the middle of the great hall

The guy dropped between the twins and they shared a look of "oh god that could have been us"

Learns if he's flexible enough he can kick someone in the face, considering his height as well? Dangerous

The first time he does it, another sexual awakening was had

Is anyone interested in taking part in Dazatsu Month in February?👀

Shoutout to @venelona and @zinder-fox for helping with the prompts and thank you, @venelona, for creating the prompt board❤️❤️

This hit so hard rn. *brain not working after eight hours of trying to finish one chapter* oof

The Moon and The Ocean Tide AU 4

Percy: *good boy pose, side-eyeing Echo*

Echo: *looking at an erupt volcano in horror* No, I won’t call you a good boy. You blew up an island!

Percy: *crying sad good boy pose*

“Dick, I swear to god! Get a therapist or I’m going to study, become a therapist and make you my patient! Don’t try me, I WILL do it!”

— Wally, to Dick

The second chapter is out *cries*

Dazatsu Month Day 10 and 26 WIP

~.~4 years ago~.~

“Then who the hell is this?”

Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.

“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”

Atsushi was in danger.

“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”

He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.

The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.

Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.

”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”

”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”

Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.

He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.

Bump

Thump

Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.

“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”

Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.

Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)

“Osamu!”

The world went black.

Sacred 28 VS The Sacred 28 6

Draco: *throws himself in a puddle*

Neville: *sleeping in a huge flower*

Luna: *Stacking rocks together to make a cave*

Abbott: *healing people with her glowing aura while following Madam Pomfrey*

Hermione: What the…?

Flint: *sitting next to Ginny while on fire*

Ginny: *a sleeping bear*

Ron: *voice magically changing to other people’s voices- people he had talked to* Ah, its that time of year.

Hermione: ???

Ron: Creature inheritance

Hermione: What in blazing hell is a creature in-

Harry: Oh shit! Oh shit! *skids in front of them* A statue just talked to me! It wanted kids!? It wanted me to give it kids?! *freaking out* I can’t give it kids! I’mma kid!

Ron: Welcome to the wizarding world of The Sacred 28

Dunno if I already posted this but here you go

idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of years—ive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic