In The U.S Theres A School In Between Elementary/pre-school/primary School And High School(/secondary

In the U.S there’s a school in between elementary/pre-school/primary school and high school(/secondary school?) called middle school. 

Is that what you weren’t sure about? Did this help??? ^ ^ “””

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Sanders Sides Hogwarts AU

Patton

House: Hufflepuff

Familiar: Couch's Spadefoot Toad

Wand: Unicorn Hair Core, Poplar Wood

Patronus: Dolphin

Roman

House: Gryffindor

Familiar: Bengal Cat

Wand: Phoenix Feather Core, Sycamore Wood

Patronus: Peacock

Logan

House: Ravenclaw

Familiar: Barred Owl

Wand: Dragon Heartstring Core, Beech Wood

Patronus: Octopus

Virgil

Rumored Squib/Obscurial

Familiar: Black Hooded Rat

Wand: Dragon Heartstring Core, Larch Wood

Patronus: Vulture

Thomas

Professor, Head of Hufflepuff House

Familiar: Northern Pygmy Owl

Wand: Phoenix Feather Core, Black Walnut Wood

Patronus: Turtle

More Mythical Creature Ideas/Re-Imagines

Since the platonic-feeding succubus/incubus post went over so well I’ve been working on more! > : 3

Demons and Angels

❧ Incubus/Succubus that feed off of other people’s affection/love for each other. (Normally found following cupids around for their food source.) (Will happily third wheel for a free meal.)

❧ Cupids whose jobs are to get platonic soulmates together. (And another smaller section of cupids who get strictly sexual soulmates together.) (Just imagine lots of specialized cupid forces/departments.)

❧ Demons who are the anti-version of Cupids. Basically their jobs would be to break up as many happy couples as possible. (A few rebel Anti-cupids decide to break up unhappy/unhealthy relationships instead.) (Some of the rebels are even friends/acquaintances with Cupids so they’ll sometimes steer the people toward them after the break up.)  

❧ Demons and Angels that are actually small enough to fit on your shoulders {as in that’s their real size instead of just a projected image/illusion}. (Some guardian angels prefer to ride around on top of their charge’s head while others will constantly flit back and forth around them like a large, excited bug.) (When demons {like succubi and incubi} are giving you dreams/nightmares they’re actually asleep as well, but are physically curled up around your head, neck, or on top of your chest like little kittens.)

❧ Guardian angels specifically for pets. (When wild animals die, they can be chosen to become guardian angels of house pets.) (When pets die, however, they wait up in heaven for their owner{s}/person/family.)

Vampires and Werewolves

❧ Vampires who feed off of tears instead of blood. (Sweet vampires who kiss the cheeks of friends/family/etc at graduations, weddings, and other such special occasions in order to taste and share in their happiness.) (Rude vampires who push away someone trying to comfort another person whose crying and just licks their face without warning.)

❧ Vampires that are allergic to artificial/electric light instead of sunlight. (They’re not afraid of going outside during the day, but they are wary of going inside places especially during the night.) (”You have to be, like, invited inside, right?” “No, I just need you to tuRN OFF those blasted man-made lights.”) (Or they even could each be allergic to specific kinds, such as black-lights.)

❧ Werewolves that only transform fully/loose control during the new moon instead of the full moon. (It turns out the moonlight helps them control/soothe their more savage/destructive instincts.) (Howling at the moon is for werewolves the equivalent of breathing exercises for people having panic attacks.)

❧ Werewolf packs actually consist of all types of wild canine species {hyenas, coyotes, jackals, etc.} and vampire flocks consist of all sorts of flying creatures {birds, butterflies, moths, etc.}. Wolves and bats just happen to be the ancient royal families of both sides, thus taking all of the fame and having more myths/legends written about them.

Other/Miscellaneous 

❧ Dryads become endangered species so a group of “hunters” decide to change their title/status to “protectors”. They gather up the last remaining seedlings{babies} and build and design a greenhouse for them to stay in. Until, that is, the plantlings{toddlers} are old enough to carry around safely in pots. Other mythical families then travel to the greenhouse to adopt, take them home, and raise them. (I know I took severe liberties when it comes to how dryads work for this one. But that’s the point of these! They’re re-imagines! ; D)

Oh my god, I’m so sorry! O o O Someone else reblogged from a different country/area so I just...ugh! D X I’m an idiot!!! T n T Please just forget what I said.

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I do! And the holidays have been busy but amazing for me so far. Thank you for asking! < 3 

I love this fic sooo much! Especially the fact that Tom kept falling off of the ship. X 3 And I definitely will. ; 3

I hope you feel better and your holidays were amazing! I hope you like the fic and tell me what you think of home life when you get to read it! Enjoy!

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Tom leaned over the side of his ship to get a better look at the figures he saw moving around in the water. “What the living hell?” Tom asked himself. He leaned closer, one was definitely Marco, and what was that other siren doing? Tom was leaning so far over to see that he slipped off the side of his ship into the cold water. He swam up and pulled himself onto the boat, sputtering up water and shivering. “Oh great.” Tom murmured to himself.

“Be careful jumping into the water like that. Something might pull you down.” Star swam up to the side of the ship. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Yah, thanks, Star.” He muttered. “I fell. Do you think I’d go for a swim in February?” Tom asked. Star shrugged.

“I don’t know you.” She laughed. “What’s up? You seem mad.” Star pointed out. Tom grumbled and wrung his shirt out.

“What’s Marco doing over there? He’s been there for an hour.” Tom pointed out. He pointed over to the scene a little ways away from the boat. Star squinted her eyes, when she made the scene out she clapped a hand over her mouth and giggled.

“Ohh! Tom, you got some competition!” She teased. Tom narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?” He asked. Star laughed again.

“Tom, that right there is another siren in our pact. And it looks likes she’s trying to preform a mating dance.” Star explained. “It’s what we do when we wanna… ehm… you know.” Tom seethed and threw his arms up in the air.

“Are you saying Marco’s going to run off with another siren!?” Tom demanded. Star rolled her eyes.

“Of course not! He loves you.” Star promised. Tom slumped down on the deck.

“Well it looks like he’s getting close with that fish.” Tom bit. Star laughed at his dramatic tone.

“How can you tell? I can’t even see them from here.” Star responded. Tom grumbled and pulled some old burlap sack around him to try and keep warm from the cold ocean air in the midst of February. Star sighed and waved goodbye. “Just keep a level head about this, sailor. I’ll see you soon.” And she swam away. Tom at on the deck of the ship for a while until his usual visitor came up to the side of the ship.

“Tom,” Marco waved “are you okay, you’re all wet.” Marco pointed out. Tom grumbled.

“Yeah because of you!” He snapped. Marco gave him a look.

“Explain?” Marco told him.

“I saw you dancing of whatever with that other siren! Star told me it was a mating dance? Who was she?” Tom demanded. Marco groaned.

“Are you seriously upset about this?” Marco asked. “It was just Jackie, we had a thing for a while… and I guess she thought we could try again. But I told her I was seeing someone and she was totally cool with it.” Marco assured. Tom raged.

“Well if you guys aren’t a thing anymore why did you spend an HOUR watching her dance!?” Tom demanded. Marco groaned.

“A mating dance is a big compliment, even if it’s not mutual. It would have been rude to ask her to stop, and I was flattered to say the least.” Marco crossed his arms. “It wouldn’t kill you to do something romantic.” He murmured the last part. Tom seethed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“I can’t believe you were actually paying that attention when you and I… just forget it.” Tom mumbled. Marco groaned.

“What is with humans?! You’re all so… difficult!” Marco cried.

“Where is this coming from?” Tom demanded. Marco rolled his eyes.

“You won’t even listen to what I’m telling you! There is nothing going on between Jackie and me! And maybe you would see that if you weren’t so stubborn.” Marco told him. “I’m leaving, I’ll be back later when maybe you aren’t acting so crazy jealous.” Marco explained. He went to swim away but turned back. “And change out of those wet clothes! A burlap sack isn’t going to keep you warm, you’ll freeze out here you lunatic.”

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Marco tapped on the side of the ship with his sharp nails; it was much later the next night. “Sailor? Tom, are you awake?” Marco called softly. Tom leaned his head over the side of the railing. “You put on dry clothes.” Marco couldn’t help but smile a little. Tom nodded and bit his lip.

“When you’re right you’re right.” Tom shrugged. He climbed down the stairs to the lower part of the deck and lay down so his face was right by Marco’s. “I’m sorry for acting so crazy before.” Tom told him. Marco smiled.

“I guess I could see why you got jealous. I’m sorry for calling you difficult…” Marco gave him a quick kiss. “If I’m being honest, it’s one of the things that drew me to you in the first place. But try to understand, Tom. There was nothing more to it.” Marco promised. Tom nodded.

“I know. I trust you. It was just a siren thing I didn’t understand, and instead of trying to understand I just overreacted. I’m sorry.” Tom told him again. Marco gave him a warm smile. “But it clearly means a lot to you, so I think I know how to make it up to you.” Tom assured. Marco smiled at him.

“I’m listening.” Marco giggled. Tom laughed and got up, he seemed a little nervous.

“Okay… I’ve never danced before so don’t laugh at me.” Tom told him. Marco giggled again, but nodded. Tom took a deep breath, straightened himself out, took a step, and slipped on a puddle. He fell of the side of the ship for the second time that day. Marco burst out in laughter. Tom swam up to the surface. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” Tom couldn’t help but laugh himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Marco wheezed. “You didn’t even start dancing.” Marco laughed. Tom pouted.

“Yes I did, that was the dance.” Tom lied. Marco rolled his eyes.

“That was falling, Tom. You fell.” Marco broke the news and helped Tom back up onto the ship. Tom bit his lip and shrugged.

“Busted. But I tried, did it work?” Tom asked. Marco giggled and pulled him into a kiss.

“Like a charm.”

Your welcome! I’m so glad to have helped! : D (I’m ace too, which is mainly what inspired it. X 3 * gives a high five to your oc * : 3)

Okay, but what about Succubi and Incubi that feed off of platonic interactions/affections/attractions/etc. instead of sexual?

“I’m so fucking hungry! I need a hug!” “How about three hugs and a fist bump?” “See, this is why I love you dude.”

“Do you wanna cuddle and watch TV together?” “Hell yes, a dinner and a movie!”

“Eskimo kisses are so delicious…”