Ningen is a terrifying cryptid. It has origins in Japan and is a humanoid with eyewitnesses claiming Ningen to have arms and legs and be around 30 feet long.
Witnesses aboard a ship described Ningen to have no facial features apart from black eyes and a large black slit mouth.
No solid evidence has surfaced yet but possibly one of the closest is a screen shot taken from Google Earth from off the coast of Namibia. The image (not the above) showed a large white human shape which looked as though it was swimming through the water.
Though most eye witnesses describe Ningen’s human like body. Others have claimed it has more of a mermaid type tail and sometimes even octopus tentacles.
The ocean is so incredibly vast. We have yet to explore it completely, so who is to say something like the Ningen does not exist down there beneath the waves and beyond.
This amazing shot was taken from an airplane, the blue comes from the water reflecting the sky with the white flecks of clouds. Since this picture was taken this stretch of river got the name for its resemblance to a Chinese dragon.
I’ve been having lots of David x Billie feels since writing in the “Lia, My Love” universe. This goes along with the story I’ve been writing, where they go out during the week between gigs at the faire on the weekend. ^_^
This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.
Request: Hermione finds out you have a crush on her. She like you back. She’s the first to tell and you kiss to let her know you feel the same. If it’s possible can you have the story go through their relationship over the years? :)
A/N: Okay, I wasn’t entirely sure what you meant when you said over the years, so I just did the first part of the request. Sorry, Anon! However, I made this longer than usual to make up for it x
WARNINGS: MENTION OF VIOLENT ACTIONS (SPELL CASTING)
You walked on the path from Hagrid’s hut, swerving the other students as you chatted with Dean, occasionally glancing at him as you tried not to step on anyone’s robes.
“Umbridge is doing my head in,” He complained, “she’s taking over the school.”
“I know.” You sighed, “But the Minister is behind this too. I don’t know what’s going on, but if the Ministry is interfering, it sure as hell isn’t a good sign.”
Hermione joined your side, “Hey, Y/N. Dean.”
“Hey, Hermione.” You smiled shyly, your heart fluttering in your chest.
Dean nudged you slightly, winking slightly as he rose his eyebrows between you and Hermione suggestively. Heat rose to your cheeks and you shoved him slightly, hoping that Hermione hadn’t saw that. “There’s not much we can do, either.” Dean said, diverting the attention away from you.
“Now, that’s not entirely true.” Hermione smiled, “Meet us at Hogs Head at the weekend. We have an idea on how to actually learn some Defence Against the Dark Arts.”
“We?” You asked, your heart skipping a beat as she gazed at you. The sun was at it’s highest, though it was filtered through the expanses of clouds. The filtered sunlight glowed off Hermione’s skin and you fought the urge to push back a strand of hair which was blowing in her face.
“Harry, Ron and I.” She replied simply.
You exchanged glances with Dean before shrugging, “Sure, We’ll be there.” Dean replied for the pair of you.
“Great.” Hermione smiled, gently touching your arm before she walked off.
“What the hell was that?” Dean turned to you.
“I don’t know,” You defended, “She took me by surprise, that’s all.”
“Sure.” Snorted Dean, rolling his eyes as he began to wonder whether you would ever have the guts to ask Granger out.
It had been a few days since the meeting in Hogs Head, and finally, the first lesson had been set. It was in the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
“Hey,” You grinned, nodding at Ginny and Dean as you walked through the corridor towards the tapestry. Lavender and Parvati soon joined you and you watched in amazement as a highly polished door appeared on the wall. You glanced over at Dean, who shrugged as if to say ‘just knock on it.’
So you did, pushing the door open slightly, sighing in relief as you saw Harry standing in the middle of the room, Ron at his side. You pushed open the door the rest of the way and stepped in, holding it open for the rest of the group.
“Whoa,” Dean said, staring around the room, impressed. “What is this place?”
Harry began to explain and you zoned out as you took a seat on one of the cushions on the floor. Your mind kept wondering to the bushy haired Gryffindor who was buried in a book labelled Jinxes for the Jinxed. Her hair looked good in a braid, you thought.
The spacious room was lined with wooden bookcases, thousands of books occupying each space except for the set of shelves at the far end of the room, which carried a range of instruments, only a few of them familiar to you. Instead of chairs, large silk cushions sat on the floor, and as more people came in, they each got occupied beside you.
By the time it was eight o’clock, every cushion was occupied and Harry moved across the room to the door, locking it shut loudly. The few people that had been murmuring in small groups fell quiet, turning to look at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Hermione mark the page she was on, her gaze jumping to you before settling on Potter.
“Well, this is the place we’ve found for practise sessions and you’ve - er - obviously found it OK.”
“It’s fantastic!” Cho said, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at her eagerness.
“It’s bizarre,” Fred frowned, “We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then.”
You snorted in amusement. Only the Weasley twins would end up using the Room of Requirement accidentally as a means of escaping Filch.
“Hey, Harry, what’s this stuff?” Dean asked. You turned to look at him; he was standing in rear end of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and the Foe-Glass.
“Dark detectors,” Harry explained, moving between you and Ginny to reach him, “Basically they all show when Dark Wizards or enemies are around, but you don’t want to rely on them too much, they can be fooled…” He paused for a moment, before turning his back on the items, facing the class once more, “Well, I’ve been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and - er - What, Hermione?”
You turned to glance at her, her gaze falling on you briefly and you looked down and away from her, hoping the blush you felt coming on wasn’t noticeable.
“I think we ought to elect a leader.”
“Harry’s leader,” Cho piped up at once. You rolled her eyes, honestly, she was smitten with him, it was disgusting really.
“Perhaps we ought to vote on it formally?” You offered, thinking Hermione had a good point.
“It makes it formal and gives him authority,” Hermione continued, throwing you a smile, a slight pink tinge to her cheeks, “So - everybody who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?”
Everybody put their hands up, including Zacharias Smith, who seemed to have a problem with Harry during the meeting in Hogs Head.
“Er - right, thanks,” Harry’s face was flushed and you grinned ruthlessly at him, “And - what, Hermione?”
“I also think we ought to have a name,” she said brightly, her hand still hanging in the air, “It would promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don’t you think?”
“What are we going to call ourselves then?” You asked.
“Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?” Angelina offered hopefully.
“Or the Ministry of Magic are Morons Group?” Fred suggested. You rolled your eyes when George slapped Fred’s palm.
“Maybe something more discreet,” You replied, “So we can refer to it safely outside meetings.”
“Exactly,” Hermione nodded, smiling widely at you. You smiled softly back at her, your heart pounding in your chest. Fred muttered something to George, who grinned as his gaze whipped between you and Hermione. You frowned at him, wondering what they were talking about, before your attention was brought back by Cho.
“The Defence Association?” Cho spoke, “The DA for short, so nobody knows what we’re talking about?”
“Yeah, the DA’s good,” Ginny added, “Only let’s make it stand for Dumbledore’s army, because that’s the Ministry’s worst fear isn’t it?”
You laughed at her wit, high-fiving her and the room sounded with appreciative murmuring and laughter.
“All in favour of the DA?” Hermione asked, her tone bossy as she glared at you. You shut up immediately, turning your attention from Ginny to Hermione as you wondered what you had done wrong. You put up you hand, not meeting Hermione’s eye as she knelt on the cushion to count. “That’s a majority - motion passed!”
“Expelliarmus.” You cast, causing Dean’s wand to fly out of his hand and clatter to the floor.
“Well done, Y/N.” Harry smiled as he passed you.
You grinned in response, “You’re a good teacher.” You shrugged, “Well, at least, Cho seems to think so.”
Harry’s face flushed at your teasing and you grinned at him. All of a sudden your wand flew out of your hand and you turned to look at Dean.
“What? Stop flirting with Harry, I’m sure Hermione would not like that.” Dean grinned.
“Go fuck yourself.” You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, look, Harry, she’s blushing.” Dean turned to Harry, a teasing smile on his face.
You picked up your wand, swatting Dean on the back of his head with your hand. He laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, messing your hair. You laughed, hitting his hand as you escaped his grip. Harry walked away laughing, returning to Ron and Hermione, who to your dismay seemed slightly angry at you. You turned your attention back to Dean, missing how Harry spoke shortly to Hermione, her face slowly sliding into a smile as he spoke.
Soon, Harry blew his whistle and you glanced at your watch. It was ten past nine, which meant you all needed to leave immediately or risk being caught and punished.
The next meeting was set for next Wednesday and you were about to leave when you were called back by Hermione.
Dean grinned mischievously at you, raising his eyebrows at you before he left.
“Yeah, Hermione?” You asked, slowly approaching her.
“Can I talk to you?” She nodded towards the back of the room.
“Sure.” You nodded hesitantly, noticing Harry and Ron grin at each other before leaving the room, “We might get in trouble if Filch sees us, though.”
“I know, but I needed to talk to you.” Hermione replied.
“Is everything alright?”
“I’m just going to get straight to it,” Hermione drew in a breath, “I like you.”
Your mouth fell open in surprise as your eyes widened.
“You don’t like me do you?” She asked, regret showing clearly on her face, “I told Harry he was wrong!”
“Hermione -” You tried to cut her off, a smile growing on your face.
“This was a mistake, I shouldn-”
You cut her off as you pulled her to you, shaking your head in humour as you slowly lowered your lips to hers, making sure she had time to pull away. Hermione smiled, closing the gap as both your eyes slid shut. Her lips were better than you thought they would have been, soft and smooth against yours. There was a small spark that had ignited when you connected your lips to hers, a small fire that had started and that only spread as you tangled your fingers in her braid as you moulded your body to hers, trying to close every gap between you and her. Hermione seemed to share this thought as she gripped at your jumper, one hand on the back of your neck as she pulled you to her.
“I like you too.” You said when you both pulled away for a breath. You bit your lip lightly as you panted, trying to even your breath.
Hermione’s eyes darted to your slightly swollen lips once more and she laughed slightly, “That was the best way to tell me.”
You smirked slightly, pecking her lips before you grabbed her hand, “Come on, we have to get back to our dormitory before Filch finds us. We can talk later.”
Hermione nodded, seeming shocked as she rose a hand to her lips, a soft smile on her face. You blushed as you tugged on her hand, pulling her out of the Room of Requirement.
“Wait, wait, wait, stop talking for a second,” you said, holding a hand up to pause your conversation. “What’s that?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“On your arms. Are those tattoos?”
It was the first time you’d ever seen Crowley out of his usual suit and tie attire. Even the King of Hell was being affected by the heat wave (ironically enough), and in Kansas, reaching well over a hundred degrees, it was brutal. His usual jacket, tie, and button down shirt were slung over the arm of his chair, and as he spoke, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the very obvious designs scattered around his biceps.
Almost as if he’d forgotten about them, he sighed, mildly exasperated that you interrupted the conversation to ask him something as trivial as that. You couldn’t help it; Crowley was the last person you’d ever expect to be inked up.
“Well, we’ve all had a moment of weak judgement,” he said, rolling one of his sleeves up to reveal more of the design.
“A dragon?” you asked.
“Before I knew about their gold and virgin fetish, I had thought it was a good idea.”
You laughed, and at the sight of you enjoying yourself, Crowley let out a slight chuckle. “They look cool,” you answered, completely honest.
“Just do me a favor and don’t tell the Hardy Boys.”