The Moon And The Ocean Tide AU 7

Aww this is so funny lol ♡

I....have a strong need to make this into a story.

After reading the new chapter, I just realized how good of a counter Ame-no-gozen is to Fyodor. “Crime and punishment” has to be activated by Fyodor being killed so he can take over the killer’s body.

In 121.5, we learned that all of Ame-no-gozen’s victims aren’t dead but are trapped in the singularity’s special 4D realm with no possible way to escape.

Not only that but Atushi’s role as the “bookmark” has a lot of possibilities to what his role entails. Since a bookmark is used to regulate/keep track of the story, what if Atsushi has the power to regulate phenomenas in the world.

Ame-no-gozen is an Tripolar singularity which was made with the combination of Fukuchi’s body, the sword Shinto Ame-no-gozen and the holy sword Soluz Levon. This singularity was orchestrated by Fyodor himself who also possessed a page of the “Book”. All of this did not occur naturally which could give Atsushi the chance as the “Bookmark” to “regulate” Fyodor’s actions. Meaning he can alter phenomena back to how it originally was, using the most convenient method possible.

So this arc will end with Atsushi hijacking Ame-no-gozen, using it to release everyone, then using it to seal Fyodor. Once everything is done, the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, the Guild and the Hunting Dogs will come together and sing “No one mourns the Wicked”

reblog this with your fav side of the love square and why you love them so much :3

illustration for m own Arranged Marrige Royal Birdflash au :3

Lol run Star! Run!

run boi, run

Ron and Ginny bashers are often Harmony shippers who are buttmad they get in the way of their ship. And they’re so annoying. Ginny bashers are often misogynistic while Ron bashers are often ableist in the ways they insult his intelligence, elitist for the ways they mock him for being poor, and obnoxious in the ways they mock him for his eating habits.

Ron and Ginny bashers are often Harmony shippers who are buttmad they get in the way of their ship.

Yep. Almost all of them are.

And they’re so annoying

I KNOW RIGHT??!!

Harmony shippers literally ruin everything, they try so hard to convince everyone that their ship is canon; often using Hermione noticing Harry grew taller in OoTP as some sort of “hint”. (Noticing a big change in your best friend’s physical appearance isn’t a big deal, it literally just means you have the power of sight.🤦‍♀️)

Ginny bashers are often misogynistic

Yeah. I honestly don’t care if people ship Harmony, I wouldn’t attack people for shipping fictional characters. But my problem with them is that they bash Ronald and Ginny, they claim that Ronald is abusive and they created the “Ginny cheats” trope in fanfics as a poor (and pathetic) attempt to make her look bad.

Ok, Ginny bashing in general is sorta understandable, she was extremely mean and unlikeable in HBP (no hate to her, I love her), but Harmony shippers take it way too far, they’re misogynistic and just plain disrespectful.

They desperately need to bash Ronald and Ginny. If Harry and Hermione do bad things, then pshhhh it’s completely fine! But if Ronald and Ginny do bad things, they’re toxic and abusive.

If Hermione cheats = omg Girl Power and Ronald is a toxic and emotionally abusive deserter.

If Ronald cheats = we were right about him, he's not worthy to clean Hermione’s shoes and bow down to her.

If Ginny cheats = she’s a total slut.

If Harry cheats = he deserved better and Ginny wasn’t paying enough attention.

The Double standards in this fandom. Sigh... 🤦‍♀️

while Ron bashers are often ableist in the ways they insult his intelligence,

I will never understandable people who hate Ronald. Like HOW? WHY WON WON? WHAT THE HECK DID THAT ANGEL EVER DO TO THEM? He’s literally perfect in every way.

I’ve seen people claim that he’s a dumbass who would be nothing if it weren’t for the almighty Hermione Granger. Ronald is just as smart—if not smarter—than Hermione.

elitist for the ways they mock him for being poor,

It’s honestly sickening. They straight up shame him and I’ve seen some call him a laughing stock. It’s genuinely appalling.

and obnoxious in the ways they mock him for his eating habits.

He isn’t even that obsessed. The idea that Ronald is hopelessly addicted to food mostly comes from the movies. (I’ve always found it odd how the filmmakers were so obsessed with his eating habits. I suppose it was another way to make him less like Ronald and more of a comedic relief.)

So what if the dude likes to eat? He’s a teenager and he has an entire fucking feast right in front of his very eyes, who tf wouldn’t be obsessed? (Boi, I’m literally drooling just thinking about the food they have at Hogwarts. Imagine how he must’ve felt actually being there.)

Ronald bashers are just- UGH. I literally have no words to describe them. I wanna punch each and every one of them in the face.

Harmony is not canon, and it never will be.

When will Harmony shippers get it through their thick skulls?

Ronald and Ginny deserve so much better! :(

Goblet of Musical 2

Hermione Granger felt disoriented at everything that happened. Her lungs burn from the twin’s horrible produce as she cough harshly. She couldn’t understand why those two would make such an object. Racking her mind, she felt that these two were wasting their potential chasing after childish games instead of doing what their mother wanted. Them having good grade and getting jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Fred and George could do so much more then…party trick that should be grown out of.

“Mundum Aerem!” The voice of the Headmaster rang out as a sky blue spell hit the supernova color cloud above them. The brown hair bookworm let herself relax. Of course, the Headmaster had a spell to fix this rubbish and she couldn’t help wonder what book that spell was in. “Attention students! Due to events of what happened, classes are postponed until tomorrow.”

Hermione couldn’t help a groan of disappointment escape her mouth to join the cheers of her fellow Gryffindors. Really! They should be grateful to have such amazing classes.

“Please continue your lunch.” Professor Dumbledore continued over the loud hurrah. The old wizard chuckled at brighten faces. “Ah yes, yes. No classes. Ha ha! Also, many thanks to those who quickly stood up to with our dear Weasley’s confrontation.”

The smartest witch of her generation frown at the direction of the red hair girl from Beauxbatons. She could understand why that girl interfered with the Twins trying to straighten Ron out. Sure they were going to far like always with their useless jokes but how else was Ron going to snap out of his stupid jealous stupor.

“Harry. Harry!”

The said teen and her turn quickly to sound of Harry’s name. Hermione felt her frown turn into a scowl. Lavender Brown. The most annoying girl she has ever met, looking at the untidy black hair teen with urgency. ‘He should really brush his hair more. He’ll looks so unprofessional once he’s trys to get a job,’ She thought mindlessly. Once they met eyes, the look of urgency turned into a fierce determination.

”Lavender?” Harry asked nervously.

As he shifted foot to foot, she felt the urge to fix his posture.

“Well?” Lavender demanded. The green eyed boy let out a sound of confusion. “Aren’t you going after our Ronnie?”

“Our Ronnie?” The two out three of the Golden Trio interrupted in annoyance.

The blue eyed pure-blood Gryffindor continued as if they didn’t say anything. “He must be overwhelmed after something like this! How could those horrible boys do that to him? Aren’t they his brothers? If my sisters did that…oh Harry! Why haven’t you not gone after him? As his best friend, you should be there to help him with something so traumatic! You are his best friend right?”

“Of course I am!” The boy who live snarl, puffing up like an enraged cat.

“Then go!”

Both girls watch as the male pivoted and rushed out the of dinning hall. Lavender let out a sigh at the comforting thought that her favorite boy was getting the support he deserves. Specially with all those dumb, unfounded accusations of him being jealous of his Harry being rumored across the castle. Then her turquoise blue eyes met unamused brown eyes.

“What was that?” Hermione growled crossing her arms.

Lavender sneered at her and hiss; “Well, we all know you weren’t going to help out. This is far above your emotional level.”

A shrill; “What is that?!”

Lavender stood up to her full height and look down at her rival. Once again Hermione felt something she hasn’t felt since the first year. Something that she work hard not to fell again. The real reason she stay late in the library, other then the hungry for knowledge.

(It was the first her night at Hogwarts and Hermione couldn’t wait to interact with her roommates. Finally people just like her in this world that she would have never even dream of! Patting her hair down, brushing her robes for imagery dust and grabbing her book, Hogwarts: A History, waiting gleefully to meet the girls she was now living with. Imagine her greatest disappointment and shock when four girls came in talking about beauty and love magic!

How shallow! How can they think of something like that when they should be thinking about using magic to better the state of muggle and wizard interaction. Specifically, that curly blonde girl who was taking pride in such arts. Does she not remember women fighting to be more than makeup wear stay at home mothers? The protest against the sexism of Miss America pageant in 1968? The women rights to vote in 1920?

The room became quiet.

“Excuse me?” A cold tone of voice asked.

Oh…did she say that out loud?

“Please do repeat yourself.” The tone became a snarl. Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine as her eyes met sharp turquoise blue eyes that bore down on her. The brown hair girl unconsciously took a step back. “What was this bout us being shallow? Go on. Tell us.”

For once Hermione Granger, kid prodigy, felt as if she was the smallest and dumbest person in the room. She loath the feeling. *I-I called you shallow because you’re chasing after s-such useless things. What’s the use of love and beauty when y-you can do something far more useful?”

Everyone in the room stared at her in wide eye dumbfounded annoyance. She couldn’t help but feel like she was gaining ground for herself. The brown eyed bookworm took their silence as a surrender to her words. It felt like it always did when she won an argument with her brain. Well…at least until Lavender Brown stalked up towards her like a predator. A lioness on a hunt if you will. The curly, blonde haired girl reached out with a delicate hand and gripped her chin. A viper snatching its prey, a twisted sneer on her pale perfect face. Even in this awful situation, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over the other’s skin.

“You don’t know anything about the wizarding word, do you?” Came the sound of a mocking question. Anger blaze, hotter within her. “Not even two hours and you act like you know everything.”

“I-I read Hogwarts: A His-”

The hand tighten its grip.

“A useless book that has nothing on actually living your whole life in the magical world. Word of advice, don’t be disrespecting another’s culture.” Lavender scorned, pushing the other away before walking to her chosen bed. The now most disliked girl let out a gasp as she stumbled back. “Less you end up at the end of someone else’s wand. Also, don’t be going around breaking bones or losing ‘em. Skele-Go is a potion created by a lame Beauty Witch after all.”

“Aren’t there a handful of Beauty Witches working in St Mungo’s Hospital?” A black girl, Kellen Rosier, with twin brown ponytails asked nervously, looking between the two.

”Y-yeah.” The girl, Fay Dunbar, with an auburn pixie cut and slanted eyes, piped up. She waved her arm loosely, almost hitting the last girl, Parvati Patil, with a braid. “They work with those who don’t have arms and stuff!”

With that, everyone went back to talking. Hermione felt as if something became close to her. I don’t need them. She thought in anger, wiping tears away. I’ll prove I’m better than them all.

She spent the months after unable to see her reflection in the mirror in the girl’s dorm room. At least until she befriend the two boys who obviously need her. Should have known a talking mirror was a creation of a Beauty Witches.)

“Whoa there, Lav.” Parvati reached out to pull her best friend back.

“Ugh…not again.” Kellen mumbled sharing a look with Fay. She rolled her dark brown eyes as she gestured tiredly around the table causing Fay to giggle. “Dick measuring contest much.”

“Be nice.” Fay whisper with a loud snort. Neville Longbottom look at her with a crooked smile. Blushing in embarrassment she let out a cough to get their attention. “Ladies! Ladies! Leave that shit in the common rooms.”

“Shouldn’t we be joining Harry in running after. Ron?” Dean Thomas asked anxiously.

Lavender shook her head. Confronting Ron was Harry’s job and they couldn’t interfere. Jealousy scratch at her ears for her small blossoming crush but knew that Ron would not look her way. Not with Harry standing in front of him. So she opened her mouth to rebuff Dean before the all great knowing-it all jumped it.

“Of course not.” Hermione lofty declined, her nose slightly in the air. Hands tightened on her arms. “In fact, we shouldn’t have Harry indulge Ronald’s tantrum.”

Her dark brown eyes blacken with despisement.

Lavender bared her teeth as string instruments sung in her ears. “Tantrum?”

“Ronald is just being stupid for being jealous of Harry’s name being called. Which is rubbish! I get that he feels overshadowed by his brothers but honestly-”

“Jealous?!” A snarl of a lioness rage filled the air. Everyone still in the room jumped in fright. Parvati jumped to her feet and seized her taller friend with Fay. Both girls struggled to hold the enraged Beauty Witch-in-training back. Seamus, who was slowly agreeing with the brunette, fell off the bench with a shout. “How fucking dare you?!”

“How dare I?!” Came the hissing reply. The room became dark, cold and quiet except for the rubato tempo that was rising. For a petrifying moment, Hermione felt as if she was in the Forbidden Forest back in first year. “How dare you! I know my boys. I know Ron. He is being a sodding jealous twat that needs to get over himself for Harry!”

She knows them?

Lavender scoffs.

“Oh? Hmm…I see how it is. Hermione knows best. Hermione’s the adult.” The middle child of the Brown clan sang with a mocking facsimile smile. Neville gently pulled Kellen closer to his side at the sight of her shiver. He could understand, Lavender has never sound like this before. “Such a clever, grown-up miss. Hermione knows best.”

The voice of the child prodigy echoed in the air.

They’re acting like children.

“Fine, if you’re so sure now! Go ahead and prove me wrong.”

Either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed-or worst, expelled!

“This is what we want. This is what we need to see. Prove us the jealousy. We’ll see! Trust me, my dear. This is how a friendship ends.”

Rubbish.

“I won’t say I told you so.”

Hermione felt her eyes burn as everything became blurry. She desperately racked her brain to stop this. She knew her boys. She knew them. Lavender knew nothing. That girl was just a bubble, blonde bimbo. The smart girl was always right. She was always right. Brown was just a middle school equivalent of a cheerleader. She couldn’t compare to her at all. AT ALL!

“No, Hermione knows best. So if you’re such a genius,” The pure-blood spat angrily, getting into the muggle-born’s space. “Go and put it to the test. If you fail…”

Tears dripped onto the floor.

”Don’t come crying…”

Hermione pivot on the heels of her feet and ran out.

“I saw it all.”

She was the smartest witch of her generation.

~.~.~.~

Percy looked at what looked like a broadway musical scene his great aunt Muriel and her younger son John took him to as a child. He couldn’t help but be impress. He didn’t know his fellow pure-blood had such a pair of lungs. Well maybe he shouldn’t be that shock. The brown family were known not only for birthing witches with strong skills in beauty and love spells but entertainer of theater.

He watched and felt the dinning hall filled with warmth and light once again. The third child of the Weasley family let out a sigh as he sunk into his chair. Why did his brothers have to do something like this?

The mocking.

The disrespect.

The dangerous pranks they play.

Percy was tired.

He was use to having all this actions being used on him. He was use to this.

But going after Ron, who was practically begging them to let him go? Percival Septimus Weasley was not going to let that slide. (Like when he made sure that they didn’t get away with almost killing Ron with a sodding acid lollipop. Did they even think what would happen if Ron had swallowed it? There’s a reason why those things were not snacks for children but for adults.) Just because his mother is too soft in disciplining the twins that apparently remind her of her brothers, doesn’t mean he is. He was going to make sure those two idiots understood what they did was wrong.

Now where are those tweebs?

i don’t trust people who hate ron weasley

Wally’s Favorite 3

Cass: Someone call Wally to pick us up. I don’t trust Steph after she totaled the car.

Steph: *about to refute but pauses, looking at the broken care* You right. You right.

Duke: I don’t have his number yet. *looks around at his new siblings nervously*

Damian: Worry not, Thomas. I have place West’s number last night as The Red Head Richard Can’t Get.

Dick: Awe, Dami. That’s so sw- * realize what he said* Hey!

Duke: *looks so done* Impeding on my privacy must really be a bat thing.

Dick: Don’t worry, I got this. *calls Wally*

Barbara: *4 minutes later* He don’t got this.

Dick: *pouts* He’s not picking up.

Jason: He never picks up. *smirks* Special if its you.

Dick: *offended*

Tim: *just got off the phone with Wally* I don’t know what you guys are talking about. He always picks up for me.

All: Of course.

Dick: *torn between picking a fight over being the favorite and be terrified over Wally’s temper*

please, op was my father. you can call me prev