Anonymous asked:

Hugs for you and kindness too. Because all the hugs should flock to you. Not many like the poems that I do. And it makes me very blue. But poem rps are kind of new. See my character and people say 'who'? But you keep blushing, mushy goo. Let's go forth and this day not rue.

And here’s a happy owl dance for you!

*dances*

Anonymous asked:

Little owl in the night. There's many diffrent ways to write. I have poems, you have stories. But we can both have glories. Little owl in the day. We both write well in our own way.

Heehee!

You have made this little owl blush. I can already feel the blood begin to rush. Your words are just so neat, I don’t need sugar because this is too sweet.

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nearlybecamehistoric:

deusexignis:

iridium-flames:

vixsubridens:

asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: CHINA

Located in deep in the Guilin mountains, shrouded in mist and frequented by dragons that live in the multitude of winding rivers, the students of the Chinese Institute of Magic don their colourful wizarding garbs every September 1st for their return to school whereupon they are treated to spectacular opening festivities involving, but not limited to: choreographed martial arts performances from their combat professors, an assortment of acrobatic wonders, and “Mystery Mooncakes” specially made for the mid-autumn festival.

#BUT WAIT #HOUSES BASED ON THE ORIGINAL FOUR #THE TIGER THE DRAGON THE PHOENIX THE TORTOISE

#just imagine how powerful their magic is though #they’ve been developing it for almost 2000 years longer than western magic imagine how refined and beautiful

#harry potter being eurocentric was such a fuckin’ waste

#my favourite thing is how those of us who have grow up with harry potter are now saying “no that’s not enough” and are expanding the universe #like we’re all critically looking at the books and realizing everything that’s wrong with them and fixing it ourselves #and idk i think that’s amazing

Anonymous asked:

Little owl, screechy kree. But you are much better than me. Grasping talons snatch a word, and them like nest for a bird. Little owl, screechy hoo. People yearn to write like you.

Hooty hoot and booty boot!

Owl thinks your poems are divine!

They are far better than mine!

Anonymous asked:

Little owl, ball of floof. Flap your wings, feathers go 'poof'. Snap your beak and clack your nails. Spin your head and wag your tail. Little owl, ball of fluff. Stop it, you are cute enough.

OH SHI…

I’m an owl this is true. I like to share my words with people like you! Owls use their talons and beak, the more extreme stories are not for the weak!