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penny-anna · 2 months

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been reading a lot of Owl House fanfic lately & have some Hunter Thoughts (long post + cw for discussion of child abuse):

run into the take a couple of times now that the other Coven heads (in particular well-meaning characters like Darius & Raine) should have done more to help Hunter. and while i do agree that uhh almost every adult in the show let Hunter down i have 2 responses to that

FIRSTLY: i could be wrong (i watched s2 in a pretty choppy manner) but i don't think there's any indication that Hunter's abuse is happening anywhere other than behind closed doors. it's very possible that the outward image of Hunter & Belos's relationship is 'this is the emperor's special favourite nephew who he dotes upon'.

it's like. self-evidently the case that Hunter is being neglected emotionally but probably no-one had any reason to think he was in physical danger. remember that most people were under the impression that Belos was a benevolent ruler & the minority who'd figured out what his game could have reasonably assumed that for all his faults he wouldn't hurt Hunter.

Darius expresses concern about his social life but seems to read uhh nothing whatsoever into this interaction:

which suggests to me that he hasn't seen any prior indication of physical abuse & just assumes Hunter is being very dramatic!

(side note i just noticed Flapjack covering his eyes with his wings gdlkjfhglfjh omg Flapjack)

& all of this is very plausible! let's face it not all abusive parents IRL give off obvious red flags to anyone external to the situation.

SECONDLY: to be blunt, the position Belos put Hunter in was such that i don't know if anyone could have helped even if they wanted to.

Hunter being elevated to the position of Head of the Emperor's Coven is clearly an unusual move & one that was made in direct response to Lilith defecting. It's a clear signal that Belos doesn't trust his remaining Coven Heads and wants to keep a closer eye on them. they have good reason to believe that the Golden Guard could u know. report any of them to Belos as a Traitor at any time.

whether Belos would actually automatically believe him is another matter but like, as stated above, they don't know how Belos treats Hunter behind closed doors. for all they know one word from Hunter could get them idk petrified.

their behaviour towards him isn't nice but his presence is both threatening and also kind of insulting. he's wrapped up in the internal politics of the court in a way that makes it difficult to anyone to respond to him with anything other hostility. which is uhh not a position Belos should ever have put his 16 year old ''''nephew'''' into.

for all Darius knows if he starts being nice to the Golden Guard & relaxes in his presence he's gonna end up saying something that'll get back to Belos. he doesn't let down his guard around Hunter until seeing u know. multiple clear signals that he's actually willing to lie to Belos.

like. Hunter is dangerous! bcos we as the audience are so familiar w this Hunter:

easy to forget that most people in the Boiling Isles only know this guy:

he's a very real threat to everyone around him by virtue of being the emperor's Right Hand! just look at how Odalia reacts to him showing up:

people are actively afraid of the Golden Guard & him being 16 doesn't make him any less of a deadly threat. he's functionally untouchable. trying to suggest that hey, maybe the head of the police force shouldn't be a 16 year old boy is liable to get you thrown in the conformatorium.

like. even if someone did put together that Hunter was in danger from Belos what are they gonna do about it? u can't exactly call social services on the God Emperor.

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magicalqueennightmare · 3 months

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Little Witch (Pt 4/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

When you find your mother you nearly rip yourself apart to end her

You knew the moment the barrier came down in your head that you were working against the clock. The surge in magic from you would alert the old hag that your memories were back, she'd know you were coming and she'd know it wouldn't simply end with one of you scarred this time. A death would be the only thing to end this, and one gruesome enough to ensure no chance of resurrection.

You spared a glance around the hotel room you'd been staying in. You needed to grab anything worthwhile out of it but it occurred to you nothing there mattered. The clothes were those you'd brought just to have some on your back. Every material possession that mattered still lay within your shared room with Klaus.

Your heart ached when you thought of his smile. The way so many viewed him as nothing shy of evil yet he was so gentle with Hope, with you. The memory of his laughter when Hope had covered you and Hayley both with bright pink icing at her first birthday.

You'd never meant to fall for the hybrid. Your goal when you first came to New Orleans was to be by Hayley's side for the pregnancy and birth then to ensure that a deep enough line in the sand was drawn to make anyone think twice of letting a threat towards Hope fall from their lips but your traitorous heart had other plans. He'd proven to be such a different person at his core then you'd originally thought him to be.

The Mikaelsons in general were an anomaly to you. They fought each other, daggered each other and claimed to hate each other at moments but the only thing fiercer than the Mikaelsons fighting against each other was when they were fighting for each other. That's how you knew they would be with your loss. They'd survived worse.Each member of the ancient family held a place in your heart and you hoped they knew it.

Your mother wouldn't win this fight no matter what it cost you. If mutual destruction was the only way to ensure she never crossed paths with those you loved then so be. You could make peace with it knowing you'd taken at least one threat down with you.

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You shut the door to the hotel room and walked towards the stairs. You didn't have time to wait for the elevator. There were normal humans here, on this floor alone you counted three families, two couples and a few guys on one last road trip before they graduated college. You needed to put distance between you and any collateral damage.

You made it to the first floor of the hotel and headed for the door. The moment you stepped into the cool night air you felt the stir of another's magic brush against yours but this was no witch native to New Orleans. Marcel had made the introductions himself between you and local covens to make sure there were no “misunderstandings” as he called it.

No, this magic felt familiar. Yours answered the call, flaring with long buried anger from abuse at the hands that waited at the other end of this call. “Come and get me bitch” you muttered under your breath heading for the cemetery you'd picked for this confrontation. You refused to let her have the say so as to where you fought this time.

She'd ambushed you and Elijah like the coward she was but this time you were ready. No siphoner was in the state of Louisiana. Without that added advantage she couldn't take you one on one and win. You were a lot older than when you'd given her that scar. This time you wouldn't miss.

“There's one cemetery we haven't checked. Where Hope was almost killed the day she was born. Klaus, her power draws strength from her emotions the memory of the anger she felt that day would be enough to wipe out a coven” Hayley was home with Hope considering everyone she'd be safe with was trying to find you but that didn't stop her from helping the search. Klaus relayed the idea to his siblings then started to hang up but Hayley called his name “Yes?” “Don't let our daughter lose anyone tonight. Promise me” “I promise. Come morning her entire family will be together to greet her”

He hung up and turned his attention to the matter at hand. The air hung heavier the closer they got to the cemetery in question. Magic was at use, something he at one time would've avoided. The closer he got to the cemetery in question he could feel what magic was yours, it felt familiar. As familiar as your lips brushing against his or a whisper of your voice in his ear. What he at one time despised now was a comfort. You were alive and from the feel of it putting up one hell of a fight to stay that way.

You groaned as you shoved yourself to your feet. How the hell was she this strong? You glared at her as you rotated your neck in a tight circle and got your answer. Multiple auras were around her, not just her own muddled brown one but an orange aura and two pale yellow ones. Your aunts. “You resurrected their powers but not them? You're that determined to kill me?”

You could feel energy swirling inside of her, she was building another attack “You're the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've killed you the moment you were born but hoped getting rid of that father of yours would help” you let a smirk slip onto your face “Didn't expect his mother to come get me huh?”

You could see the stolen auras shimmer as if she was barely holding onto them. “The difference between me and you? I'll die before you walk out of this cemetery and go anywhere near the people I love” you hoped if you could keep her talking you could build a big enough blast of energy to rip her very soul to shreds.

You tossed a small amount of power at her and she staggered then grinned “I'm going to kill you then I'll siphon power off your hybrid” you felt anger roll through you at mention of Klaus but then she tilted her head and said “Then I'll drain the little tribrid dry” your vision burst in a haze of blue, your magic oozing out of you “Did you really just threaten the two most important people to me?”

You walked towards her and for the first time in your life saw true fear in her eyes “I'll tear myself apart before you hurt them because unlike you, I know what love actually is”

"I can't go in” Freya nodded to the entrance of the cemetery “She's got it warded too strongly but I can feel her Nik. She's using too much of herself. If someone with vampire blood isn't there to give it to her the moment she hits the ground she's gonna die alongside that old bitch”

“Kol stay with Freya” Rebekah ordered before nodding to her other brothers “Let's go”

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In all their years neither Mikaelson had ever seen a show of magic like what they just walked into. Every inch of your body was covered in a blue light, your magic no longer hidden within your form. Even your eyes had shifted from their usual color to a vibrant blue that glowed in the dark light. A shield was formed of your magic, blocking them from getting closer. Whatever happened now they were forced to watch.

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Your vision was narrowed down on one thing, making this bitch suffer before she died. You could feel others approaching and vaguely registered that they were familiar to you but you couldn't falter and give her an opening. It was time to end this. You leant down and grabbed her around the throat before lifting her up off her feet.

Where the physical strength to hold her three feet off the ground had come from you weren't sure but you didn't care either. You looked into her eyes and smiled as a blue flame began to devour her from the inside out. “You shouldn't have come for me. You shouldn't have dragged anyone I care into it” your grip tightened on her throat before you added “and you damn sure shouldn't have threatened Klaus or Hope” you held onto her as her aura and the stolen ones of your aunts burnt under your flame “You'll die too” she tried but you simply smiled “So be it”

When the final glimmer of her flicked away it was like you'd been drained. Your vision shifted from the blue haze to a gray fog. You'd burnt a piece of yourself off to kill her and there was a chance you'd burnt off too much.

You felt your legs go out from under you and expected to hit the hard ground but two strong arms caught you and you heard a voice that fought against the darkness threatening to take you “Stay with me love” “Klaus?” You whispered before your eyes drifted shut.

“She's breathing and her wounds are healing. Your blood worked Nik. She just needs rest now” Freya stood protectively over where you were laid on one of the couches in the Mikaelson compound.

Klaus let his eyes track the movement of your chest rising and falling simply to reassure himself you were still alive. “It shouldn't have taken this much out of her. She's taken on covens before and didn't tire”

Freya glanced up at him “A mother to a witch is like a sire to a vampire. In a way she broke her sire line. That's why it took so much out of her, why it nearly killed her. A lesser witch would've burnt with her mother and had no say so over it”

Klaus flicked his eyes from his sister back to your still form. He'd nearly lost you. He'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. No one would harm you again. “Just give her space. We'll see how she's feeling come morning”

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brabblesblog · 3 months

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Reek.

As Ban spends a night with Halsin, Astarion discovers a new benefit to being the Ascendant. Set before the events of 'Whither is thy beloved gone?'

Smut, angst, accidental voyeurism.

(Note: Astarion's in-game reaction if you kiss Halsin.)

Beta'd by the ever-amazing @leomonae For my consort coven, @marimosalad and @pursuitseternal

Read on AO3.

He had not talked to Ban directly about Halsin after that conversation, telling himself it was beneath the Ascendant’s concerns; in truth, it would have hurt him too much to hear. He remembers seeing Ban walk back into their room after that night, smelling like arousal and him. How he had barely been able to let himself think about it, much less have talked to her about it. 'Whither is thy beloved gone?' Chapter 16

He watches them leave. He watches her, always, and this moment is no exception; there is nothing new about that.

The pounding in his chest, however, is.

Astarion sits on the bed, picking up Necromancy of Thay . He’s reread it a few times since the ascension, hoping it would provide information about the changes in himself he would be encountering. So far that has proven fruitless, despite him understanding the book more and more with every attempt at divining its secrets, but right now the words swim in his vision much like the first time he opened it. The book’s voices are thankfully silent, but there’s no making sense of this tonight.

Are his hands shaking? Are his eyes wet? Is he breathing too hard?

Gods. I’m meant to be better than this , he thinks.

In any other circumstance Ban asking to sleep with Halsin might have been fine, other than for some jealousy; a little uncomfortable perhaps, back when he couldn’t give her the same pleasure, but he knows he did well enough in the Shadow-Cursed lands: Fingers deep inside her curling into hooks, his crooked touch enough, just enough to bring her to ecstasy. And then later on there were her own hands, her mouth, wrapped around him, sucking every last drop he had to give. There was so much lov-

He shakes his head. He can’t afford to think of that.

The parchment stares back at him, the text seemingly mocking him. Astarion snaps the book shut with an annoyed sigh.

It’s his fault, isn’t it? Like how everything seems to be nowadays - the rite, even though there was barely a word of protest amongst his companions at the time. This.

“It doesn't concern me. You are mine. No one can change that.”

“Go right on with Halsin. Far be it from me to hold your hunger against you.”

Words that were so easy to say at that moment, the absolute certainty that Ban would not dare provoke her sire all the reassurance he’d needed; so effortless to let them slip, his countenance not even the slightest bit perturbed - that is, until she turned away from him and walked in the direction of Halsin’s bed. “Fuck! ” he growls, throwing the book with one hard flick of his wrist; Necromancy of Thay sails farther than he intends it to, the extent of his new strength still unfamiliar to him. He watches it hit the wall with a dull thud , then looks away. That’ll serve the damn book right.

Without the book, there isn’t much else to distract him from his thoughts; he could head out of their room and seek out the company of their other companions; however, they have all been avoiding him since the rite. A drink, then, he figures. Considering his new ability to consume mortal food, it may help dull his mind and take the edge off. Hopefully. Astarion heads for the door of the room, intending to drink himself senseless at the tavern. If that is possible.

His mind, traitorous as it has always been, inevitably begins circling the thought of his consort and Halsin. A bottle of their best vintage later, paid with coin from Cazador’s stash, and he’s back in the room, sitting yet again on their bed; he’d seen Gale and Shadowheart dining in the tavern and had no willingness to be seen drinking alone in a booth.

He figures he could try peering into Ban’s mind; see everything for himself, scratch that itch. No doubt Halsin has her on the grass, much like Astarion himself had her, back in that clearing. No doubt she’s moaning Halsin’s name, cock deep inside her where his own should be instead, hands grasping what is his and no one else’s, except he’d been too weak yet again, too weak to seize what belongs to him and hold onto it -

Is it weaker to ask her to stay? Or weaker to goad her like he did, to test her and thereby drive her into the arms of another man?

He isn’t sure; he thinks the spawn inside him, that pathetic creature, is laughing right now. She wouldn’t have left me, it would have said. I would have been strong enough to ask her to stay, would have been unafraid to trust her with my heart - oh, sorry.

Do you still even have one?

The hammering in his breast seems to indicate yes, but he stamps the thought down before it takes hold. Astarion sincerely hopes the alcohol takes.

The man on top of her is too large, his cock stretching her to what feels like her limits as he pushes in; pleasure and pain intermingle in such a dizzying storm that she’s out of breath, even if she doesn’t need it. As Halsin slowly inches in, the pain ebbs, replaced bit by bit by that feeling of being filled, of her cunt being wholly taken. She can hear Halsin’s heartbeat pick up as he fully buries himself in her. His hips begin to move, a gentle, careful thrusting that still sends tendrils of lust unfurling from her core outwards; the sheer size of his cock ensures that even with such small movements he inevitably still hits all the right spots.

Her eyes fly open, the first time they have in a while. For a second she admires the night sky, then shifts her eyes lower to look at her partner for the evening.

In another life, she thinks she would have fallen for him. He’s honest, sweet; there’s no shortness of physical attraction - a quick jerk of his hips reminds her of this - and kind.

He always smiles at her, as if her mere presence brings him joy. He’s uncomplicated, uncompromising in his beliefs, understanding. There is, she thinks, nothing to dislike.

He begins fucking her harder and she gasps, snapped out of her thoughts by the building pressure between her legs; his cock seems to go on endlessly, filling her channel and stretching it with every pass.

A beautiful man. She wishes she could have loved him instead.

Halsin’s form hovers over her, muscles rippling everywhere and skin smelling of musk and honey; she traces a hand over his chest, feeling the swell of it as it shifts with every thrust. He looks at her, quizzical, slowing the movement of his hips.

“What is it, my heart?”

She frowns at the sound of his voice, considering how much to tell Halsin. A low groan escapes her as he thrusts in again; gods , as much as she is loath to admit it, he’s just as good.

He had alluded to the presence of some romantic feelings for her, feelings she knows she can never return. Not when she’s bound to someone else eternally; blood of her blood, soul of her soul, literally - as her sire she very well knows there would be no escaping him. Not that she’s even sure that’s what she wants at the moment.

All she wishes for is for her beloved to return to her; just that, and she thinks she can ignore everything else. For now. Eventually his refusal to turn her into a full vampire will put them at odds, she’s sure.

“It’s-“ she begins, pushing past the discomfort at the idea of breaking his heart. “This can’t happen again.”

His hips still and she feels a twinge of regret for speaking up mid-fuck. “We can stop whenever you wish.” He looks pensive for a moment, then continues. “Did Astarion not give you his approval?”

“He did. It’s me. I can’t…” She trails off. Astarion had given her approval, and seemed to not care at all. And why would he, when she’s utterly his, when the threat of being compelled is an actual possibility? He’s never done so, Ban thinks, never done more than raise his voice when they argue, but still.

In some ways tonight is a test. How far can she push him, and how far his patience lasts.

How much of him is still him.

Halsin smiles at her, a little wistful, cupping her cheek and making her meet his gaze. That breaks her from her reverie. “He is in your thoughts, the only one in your heart. I can see; your hands run through my hair, expecting curls where there are none. You search for a body that isn’t mine. Your eyes glaze over, seeking crimson ones.”

“Yes,” she chokes out, feeling guilty. “I am sorry, Halsin. I still want this, but it wouldn’t be fair to make this a long-term thing.”

“Then it shall not be.” Halsin’s voice carries no hint of resentment, but his face betrays his pain. His lips move to meet her own, the taste of honey filling her mouth as his tongue pushes in. She fights the urge to nip, to bite, to feed on that blood of his that must be oh-so-delectably sweet .

Another thrust, one that buries his cock to the hilt inside her; she’s still honestly shocked that she’s able to take him so well. Her mind wanders to when she first saw it: large and thick, much like the man himself, not without any veins but far less than Astarion ’s, and oh gods she shouldn’t be thinking of him right now, not when this feels so, so good, Halsin’s cock fully stretching her walls, mercilessly hitting her spot and everywhere else.

She’s here to forget about him, not compare him to Halsin, but it seems like her mind has other ideas. A deep breath and she focuses on the physical instead, on the feeling of Halsin inside her, all around her, comforting, and not what she needs, but enough.

Ban feels her climax begin to build, despite herself. Everything feels wrong - the loud, breathy moans, the large calloused hands gripping her, the weight against her body, and even that cock that arguably might be even better. Because she didn’t want better. She wanted him , and he was gone, taken from her in one foolish move, one moment where her own strength faltered and she failed him. Halsin thrusts in and out of her again, his pace increasingly frantic, whisking that train of thought away; it commands most, if not all of her attention. The sweet pleasure of being filled to the brim with every stroke, of being speared on something so large it almost feels too much - she finds herself keening, asking for more, harder, Halsin, harder, fuck me hard so I forget-

“Ast-”

Her climax takes her by surprise, hand flying to her mouth to muffle the rest of the word. Halsin’s relentless thrusting doesn’t slow; if anything it only intensifies as he chases his own release, the body above hers heavy and hot and beautiful in its own way, caught in his own throes of passion. She feels him start to come, a loud, guttural groan emanating from him as he joins her, spilling his seed where it shouldn’t be, where it should have only been -

“-arion.”

His eyes open, hearing his name, seeing for a second not the darkness of their room in the Elfsong, but a sky filled with stars. He feels pleasure: immense, stretching him to the brink and yet filling him with a deep satisfaction. His hips jerk once in response before he manages to cut off the link, cursing himself as the realization of what he had experienced sinks in.

He had figured he daren’t try peering into her mind. What was the point? She will be back on the morrow, his consort , bound to him for eternity whatever else she chooses to do, whoever else she chooses to fuck; the thought was cold comfort. But having it thrust upon him reminds him exactly why he had thought better of it - because it would hurt. Knowing she’s found bliss with some other man, a bliss that should only come from him, stings, especially when he can feel her slipping away from him with every single day that passes. Damn Halsin. Damn him for asking her, for daring to even try to steal her away. As if he ever had a hope against the Ascendant, as if -

As if he needed any more reminders he’s losing her.

Ban opens the door to see the Ascendant sitting on the bed, a bottle of wine in hand; he’s in his nightclothes, shirt unbuttoned. His nose wrinkles, face contorting into a sneer as she walks in, as if he’s smelled something unpleasant.

“You’re back, pet.” he says, not even looking towards her. Another swig of wine; she notices his hand trembles as it lowers the bottle from his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d stay up waiting for me.” She immediately brings her walls back up, walls that have been in use since the day of his ascension. It’s almost second nature now to let the hatred and indifference shine through when all she really feels is longing.

He scoffs. “I’m drinking, not waiting. Where you went and how long you took are not my concern, as I mentioned.” Astarion finally meets her gaze. To her shock his eyes are glassy - drunk. She’s never seen that before, which made sense: he’d never been able to, before. “I know you wouldn’t wander far, little love. How could you?”

The soft bark of false laughter that follows his words are a challenge she’s tempted to meet. Her gaze hardens.

“I might as well just leave then, no? You’re obviously drunk.”

“No.” Astarion stands, swaying on his feet. “You… will stay here.” A slight slur in his normally smooth timbre, and he takes several steps towards her, each one more unsteady than the one before.

Ban moves, instinct and love winning out, wrapping her arms around him; he seems to melt into her arms, pressing her against his chest; he nuzzles the top of her head, though whether through sheer drunkenness or affection, she doesn’t know. He’s warm, a feeling she still finds unnerving, and his heart races against her ear, a fact she dismisses as irrelevant.

Given the severity of his condition, however, she thinks she should stay.

“Let me get you to bed. You’re - gods.” In one move she sweeps him off his unstable feet, arms lifting him effortlessly. It takes a moment to wrangle the Ascendant to bed, given that he’s making a rather futile attempt to fight back.

“I’m not - you don’t -” He glares, although the effect is lessened by his condition, “-go. You don’t go.”

Please don’t go.

“Fine.” Ban dumps him unceremoniously on the bed, dropping him from a little higher than she probably should’ve; he groans as he lands and fixes the same angry look at her. “Rest. You’ll be your dear old self in the morning. I’m going to bathe.”

Astarion’s scowl deepens, still looking as if he’s smelling something distasteful.

“Thank the gods,” he hisses. “You reek.”

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fanfictionlibrary · 11 months

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I loved your Demetri fanfic! it was so bittersweet and well-written.

your bio says your requests are open? could I perhaps request one for Felix? feel free to let your creative juices flow, but something sweet and fluffy between him and his fem!mate?

Thanks lovely! x

Respectful Humming (Felix x fem!Reader)

The reader's appearance is not specified. She is shorter than Felix, though.

A/N: I let my creative juices 😉 flow for this one. Thanks a lot for this wonderful request. I hope you enjoy it, dear Anonymous. Still, I want to emphasize that I do not write sexual content about characters who are underage. I received a few requests for stuff like that, and I must say that I do not feel comfortable with writing those fics.

“That was a rather tedious trial,” Demetri remarked, carrying himself elegantly through the halls of the Volturi’s castle and putting any décor to shame. He was the most ornate décor to have ever existed anyway. The halls and rooms were lucky to have him. He was a statue created by Michelangelo.

“Indeed,” Felix replied, treading softly on the stone floor. Despite his gigantic size, he appeared to be levitating.

“I cannot quite fathom why Aro prolonged the trial unnecessarily.” Demetri turned right, heading toward the library.

“He was in a particularly bad mood today,” Felix explained monotonously. “You know how he can be. It has happened before. He really wanted to see that poor excuse of a vampire suffer.”

Demetri shrugged nonchalantly. “It shall not concern me.” As he and Felix entered the library, he added, “At least Jane and Alec got their fun out of it.”

“Exactly.” Felix's eyes scanned the bookshelves and sitting areas worriedly for your form. You had promised you would be here to await him after the end of the trial. But you were nowhere in sight. “The twins are satisfied for now, and they are unlikely to cause mayhem. Although that is never a guarantee.”

Feeling a heavy weight on his chest, Felix stopped in his track. Standing in the middle of the library, he crossed his arms and used his sensitive ears to locate you. However, neither your heartbeat nor the even sound of your breath seemed to be dwelling in the castle. That was bad. Panic seized him. The world of vampires was wicked and cruel. Had a newborn taken you? Or worse, had one of his ancient enemies broken inside the castle and humannapped you? For vampires, the worst possible punishment was to lose a mate.

A mate for a mate.

Keeping his composure, Felix looked at Demetri, who had sat down at a chess board opposite Heidi. They were flirting ferociously, and although they had been doing this for centuries, they always found new hollow phrases and sweet compliments to charm each other. Their friendship was real, but everyone knew where the two of them would end up. It was the reason why some wished for soundproof rooms. However, the Kings were against such an installment because to run the coven smoothly, their senses needed to have access everywhere at any given time. Traitors, raging newborns, enemies… None of them could have the opportunity to hurt the Volturi’s integrity.

“So, if I win, how about the whole night this time?” Demetri organized the chess pieces.

“First, honey, you have to win. Last time I beat you. And how about you start to become more creative. We have done that so many times already.” Heidi giggled sensually. Her flirting was always of the dominant kind. She never behaved submissively. Tilting her head to expose her neck was something she would never do. You had to accept her as the strong woman she was.

“Hey, Demetri,” Felix called out. “Do you know where (Y/N) is?”

The vampire shrugged. Clearly, he was uninterested. “I don’t know. If she is not here, she is somewhere else.” A cloud fell over the tracker’s face. “It is a pity that I cannot sense her tenor. But her immunity to gifts is the reason why Aro allowed you to keep her in the first place.”

A deep growl rumbled through Felix's chest. Demetri ignored his obvious anger, and the giant walked out of the room, seething. He hated the way Demetri and the others talked about you. Like you were a pet only kept for his amusement. Admittedly, vampires mainly see humans as food, and thus, it is most difficult to establish respectful relationships between humans and vampires. Still, Felix would not allow the others to look down on you. At least not in your presence. He ignored slighting remarks when you were not in the same room, knowing that those would be uttered behind his back anyway.

Anxiously, Felix hurried out of the castle. It was a cloudy day, and the sun was already setting. He didn’t need his cloak. After wandering around for a while and searching for your familiar heartbeat, he found you sitting on a low wall, overlooking the fields and trees expanding in the distance.

Relieved, Felix sighed. He felt like he was reborn into a human, only to be turned into a vampire again. He was so glad to see you were alright. He came to stand behind you and embraced you lovingly. Unperturbed, you continued to hum softly, dangling your legs in the air.

“I thought you wanted to meet in the library,” Felix whispered against the shell of your ear. He had to lean down to accomplish this feat of affection since you were shorter than him. Your head, although you were sitting on a raised wall, did not even reach his chin.

“I thought so, too. I had been in the library. But Chelsea and Renata came in, and they were not so kind.”

“What did they do? Did they say something hurtful?” Felix placed soft kisses on your head.

You shook your head. “That is between me and them. I won’t tell you. Also, as I have mentioned before, I can solve my own conflicts. If I want the others to respect me, I cannot let you fight my battles for me. Otherwise, they will not take me seriously.”

Oh, strong, cute you…

Felix picked you up bridal-style, turned you around, and sat you back down. Now you were facing him. His big hands caressed your shoulders. “I know. You have told me that a lot. More than you should have to.” He was obnoxiously protective of you. So much so that at the beginning of your life in Volterra, he tried to shelter you from the others, seeking out confrontations to solve your arguments. For him, this was not about protecting your pride or dignity or anything. Just that he could not allow others to pick a fight with you. However, it quickly turned out that you were the real menace. You did not back down from any conflicts, and if you were facing heavy provocations, you would unleash witty remarks of your own.

“By the way,” Felix began, “I love that you are not frightened anymore when I approach you.”

You laughed amusedly. “Right, if you had hugged me from behind two months ago, I would have jumped.” A cheeky grin was plastered on your face. You got up, standing on the wall. Felix grabbed you by your hips to stabilize you. Emotionally and physically, he gave you equanimity and equilibrium. “Look. I am taller than you are now.”

“Barely. I am not sure that counts.”

“Yes, it does. Even if it’s only a centimeter, Felix.” You rolled your eyes playfully. Then, your gaze became serious. “I was really afraid of you until we reached a certain level of trust. Now, it is like I can almost feel when you are around. I do not need to see you to have that feeling. A special kind of security shrouds my body and mind when you are near. Just now, as I was humming to myself, I felt that you were close and searching for me.”

Hmm… Was that an early manifestation of your gift? “You are wonderful. Do you know that?” Felix pulled you in by your waist.

“Of course, I do. You tell me every day.” With a big smile on your face, it was you this time who leant down to kiss him.

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childotkw · 3 months

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Jordan could you please please share with us a Dig Two Graves or Rebellion Becomes Duty snippet???

(I don't mean to ask in a rude way or insult you or anything)

(Not rude at all darling! Happy to whip up something for you 😘)

The air in the hall was rancorous, the animosity and eager anticipation thick enough to choke on.

Tom watched the proceedings from the balcony, far removed from the rest of the attendees. He was a guest in this place, respected and avoided in equal measure, but he wasn’t a vampire. Wasn’t part of their culture, their complex and ever-shifting society, and so had no voice here.

Normally the implications of that would scratch at his pride. He was a Dark Lord, a powerful wizard the likes of which only came once in a generation, and his opinion should have weight no matter who or what he spoke to.

But for once, he found himself content to be forgotten.

For once, he preferred to be a spectator rather than the main attraction.

Tom’s eyes drifted over the raised platform where Madam Cristina was lounging on her gold and red throne. The old vampire had one knee thrown over the arm of her ornate seat, spreading her legs obscenely in a manner that seemed more habit than calculative. Her red eyes remained pinned on the unfortunate bastard chained and laying at the foot of the stairs leading up to her, blank-faced and still even as the crowd around her grew louder and bayed for blood.

His attention swiftly changed target though, helplessly drawn to the black-clad figure that lingered a step behind the coven matriarch. Perfectly posed and obedient down to the tilt of his head and the relaxed curve of his shoulders.

Tom wished, if only for a moment, that that gleaming white mask didn’t exist; that he might be offered an unobstructed view of Harry’s face and see what the young man thought of this production. Was he bored? Or excited?

Angry?

He was close with Madam Cristina, Tom knew. Surely the man had taken this betrayal personally.

Someone stepped up to Tom’s side, moving as silently and undetectably as only a vampire could. His eyes cut over to the figure now standing beside him, a flicker of suspicion in his chest when he recognised him.

Henri.

Cristina’s second.

“How are you enjoying your stay?” Henri asked, red eyes glinting with private amusement as he observed the masses below them. He spoke with the same indolent tone most vampires of his age did.

He appeared unbothered by the discovery of a traitor in their midst. And of the sham of a trial that was to take place.

“It’s lively,” Tom replied blandly, and watched carefully as Henri let out a quiet laugh. It sounded genuine, almost surprised, but Tom knew better than to trust it.

“We always get a bit rowdy when an execution is on the cards,” Henri remarked easily, leaning forward to rest his crossed arms on the marble railing. The vampire looked over at him, still brimming with that strange mirth. “It makes for a good showing, and sweet Harry never disappoints - especially when he has an audience.”

Something wicked flashed over Henri’s face, the innuendo hardly subtle.

Tom curled his magic tighter around himself, using it to mask whatever reaction he might inadvertently give. Vampires irritated him, and their ability to smell changes in emotions due to blood rush and chemical signals made them dangerous, but he had at least learned something useful on this trip.

“Do you have executions often?” Tom asked instead, resolutely returning his attention to the proceedings.

To Harry.

Henri laughed again, too jovial by far. “Not as often as your lot,” the vampire said, heavy with teasing knowledge. “The stories that follow you, Lord Voldemort…”

Hearing his title in that mocking tone had his lip peeling back in offence. Henri smiled at him, loose and pleased.

“It’s funny how accurate he was,” the vampire continued after a moment when Tom refused to take his bait. “I almost did not believe him when he told me about you. But Harry rarely exaggerates.”

Just like that, Tom’s focus locked onto his companion. It burned him how eagerly he sought information on his former classmate - but Tom had never been good at abstaining from things he wanted.

And oh, how Harry made him want.

Seeing the man again after so long, witnessing what he had become - what Tom had helped shape him into - made the fire in his gut scorch his veins. It was a possessive, heady beast, and Tom found himself less and less motivated to keep it contained with each day that passed.

Henri’s smile sharpened. “A word of advice, little wizard,” the vampire breathed out just as Madam Cristina raised her hand to begin quietening the crowd.

“Harry does not belong to your world anymore. We are his, and he is ours. You are nothing but an old wound to him - one he will repay in full if you give him half the chance.”

Henri stepped closer, and the presence of a vampire so close to his neck had his magic bristling in warning, but Henri didn’t even flinch at the power. He leaned in to whisper in Tom’s ear. “You may look all you want, but you will never touch, you will never taste, you will never enjoy. You have taken enough from him. I won’t allow you another sliver.”

“You think you could stop me?” Tom asked, low and breathless with a rage so profound it nearly blinded him.

Henri’s face lost all emotion, smoothing out into something too impossible to be human. The vampire stared at him for a long moment, eyes darting over Tom’s face, scouring for something only he knew.

Finally, the easy amusement seeped back in, and Henri released a soft huff. “You are making this too easy,” he muttered. “He will eat you alive.”

#as1en #HP #Dig Two Graves AU #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry #henri is the 👀 emoji here

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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Gemini Runaway

"Being a twin of the Gemini Coven is a curse to never have children."

Raelyn Primrose Lane is on the run from her own family. She isn't trusting of anyone she comes in contact with all because she was forced to kill her twin sibling recently. Raelyn stumbles into the town of Mystic Falls and starts making friends. Alongside catching the eye of the original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Will Raelyn let Klaus in her heart or will her family manage to catch their traitor of a daughter

1 - Vow to never have Children

2 - Getting to know Him

3 - Original Vampires

4 - Blonde Friends

5 - A Hybrid's Offer

6 - Homecoming

7 - Abominations

8 - Date with an Original Hybrid

9 - Haunting Vengeance

10 - The Original Coffins

11 - Intense Family Reunion

12 - My First Friend

13 - The Mikaelson Ball

14 - Gemini Business

15 - Esther's Ritual

16 - You Only Live Once

17 - My Cousin Jo

18 - Tricky Witches Spells

19 - My Life Or Theirs

20 - One Last Hurrah

21 - The Ultimate Hunter

22 - Three Words Longed For

23 - The Bonds of Family

24 - The Sights of New Orleans

25 - A Dangerous Encounter

26 - A Coven’s Leader

27 - Dead or Alive

28 - The Miracle…Baby

29 - Sweet Vampire-Witch

30 - What's Wrong With Raelyn?

31 - Raelyn Let Loose

32 - Bringing Her Humanity Back

33 - Kol's Downfall

34 - Who Makes Him Human

35 - Finding the Cure

36 - Evening in the French Quarter

37 - A Harvest Ritual

38 - Davina - The Attic Witch

39 - Impatient Witches

40 - The Fate of Three Children

41 - Blood of Enemies

42 - Never Truly Gone

43 - A Magical Favor

44 - Papa Original and Confind Spaces

45 - Babies and a Ring

46 - Big Milestone and Mysterious Woman

47 - Proper Family Meeting

48 - Official Wedding Planner

49 - Uniting Friendships

50 - I Forever, I Do

51 - Our Secret Weapons

52 - Betrayal Can Come From Anywhere

53 - Dahlia's Offer

54 - Getting What They Deserve

55 - Vampires to a Witch Fight

56 - The Magical Border

57 - The Gemini Portland House

58 - Message For The Sire

59 - Red Head From His Past

60 - Sisterly Trio

61 - A Mikaelson Thanksgiving

62 - To Getting Rebekah Back

63 - Aurora's Revenge

64 - A Christmas Hex

65 - Vampire Camille

66 - Rescuing Klaus

67 - A Caring Vamp Sire

68 - King and Queen

69 - The Trial of Klaus Mikaelson

70 - Fighting the Magical Border

71 - Mikaelson’s before Gemini

72 - Kai's Message

73 - We're Screwed

74 - Gemini Fights and Supernatural Fates

75 - I Will Rescue You

76 - Moment of Peace

77 - The Horrific Merge

78 - Finally a Family Reunion

79 - A Long Awaited Evening

80 - One Day of Peace

81 - Gemini Downfall Wedding

82 - Finding the Heretics

83 - Heretics in Mystic Falls

84 - Meeting one of the Heretics

85 - Another Vampire Pregnancy

86 - Calling Us Home

87 - What's the Hollow

88 - Bloodline Deals

89 - The Last Remaining Gemini

90 - Parker/Lane Family Reunion

91 - A Family Dessert War

92 - Bye bye Hollow

93 - The End of Always and Forever

94 - Anything For Our Children- Flashback

95 - Running the School

96 - Family Troubles

97 - Unexpected Visitor

98 - The Family Falling Out

99 - Missing Coffins

100 - Not Little Girls Anymore

101 - Red Roses and Blood

102 - Owner of the Golden Coin

103 - A Rescuing Price

104 - Working through Changes

105 - Alina Mikaelson - Keener

106 - Changes under the Moon

107 - To Getting Elijah Back

108 - Like Father Like Daughters

109 - Always and Forever Lives On

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

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sergeantsporks · 2 years

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If only Hunter “failure isn’t tolerated in the coven” Wittebane knew what a loser his uncle really was. Man took centuries to get his act together. Tries to powerup and creates a monster in his head that’s chasing him around in there. Can’t get a Grimwalker right after FIFTY PLUS ATTEMPTS. Couldn’t figure out his sealing magic for centuries even though a LITERAL GOD was helping him. Made fun of the Isles and Luz for being so gullible and then IMMEDIATELY got himself branded with a death sentence because “obviously I can trust Luz, who’s tricked me in the past, because we’re both human!” Realized at the last second that there was an ENTIRE GENERATION of witches who weren’t branded because they were kids, didn’t even get all of them branded in time, they’re going to reproduce, you know that, right Phillip? Should have thought of this sooner than TWO DAYS before the DOU. Literally a third of his “necessary for The Plan” coven heads were traitors. “No failure tolerated” then you are OUT Phil.

#toh #the owl house #emperor belos #phillip wittebane

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squirrellypoo · 29 days

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Was Madeleine a Nazi collaborator?

In the latest trailer, we see Madeleine throwing an iron against a window from the inside of a shop. There’s a swastika painted on the glass, and two people outside.

Considering that Louis and Claudia don’t reach Paris until 1945, we can assume this is post-liberation. The Nazis have left, but the reprisals against collaborators were viscous, and lasted for decades.

Collaborators were killed through mob justice, but also had their hair shaved or cut short, covered in tar, were paraded through the streets (sometimes naked), and publicly humiliated as well as pursued through the courts as traitors. (Great article here)

In the previous trailer (the Rolin cut), we see Madeleine screaming while scissors or clippers are used against her head.

Additionally, Roxane Duran shared a BTS photo of her cropped hair wig on her Instagram.

Now, there are many varied reasons why people collaborated with the Nazis. For some it was ideological, but for many it was through circumstance, opportunity, or frankly, being forced against their will. I’m not speculating whatsoever as to what Madeleine’s reasons might be, or whether Louis or Claudia knew.

But it’s also very interesting that another time when hair was shaved or shorn as a means to dehumanise was prior to public execution, especially by guillotine. We’ve already seen the TdV decapitation posters and can presume the execution will take place on stage, so it’s not a huge stretch that her hair will be removed after the trial but before the execution.

Madeleine being a collaborator would also give the TdV more of a reason to kill her (aside from just being made outside of coven rules), as we’ve already seen them massacre a mansion full of collaborators.

I also feel like the writers wouldn’t shy away from again forcing the audience to confront difficult feelings in regards to these characters. If we love and sympathise with Madeleine before learning she was a collaborator, how does that make us feel? Is it “bad” to sympathise with a “bad person”? And is that any worse than sympathising with literal bloodthirsty monsters?

I absolutely love that this show doesn’t take the comfortable option, and forces the viewer to examine morally grey areas. So I’m excited and intrigued if this is going to be another aspect they’ve added to improve the books.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv speculation #iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2 #madeleine #theatre des vampires

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everyone seems to be firmly on the dadrius train but imo I just don’t think Darius is exactly… qualified… to adopt. I mean, we didn’t all collectively forget that he spent Hunter’s Entire Life projecting on Hunter, right?

Darius seemed to resent Hunter for… not disobeying Belos? Presumably because he views it as an insult to his Mentor’s memory. That’s all in good fun, but Hunter is a child, and one who will face physical retribution for just saying the wrong thing in front of Belos. And I don’t know if Darius has even realized this at our current moment in canon.

It’s tragic, but the show (and Hunter’s audio recording from the stream) tells us that Hunter was, at best, ignored by Darius. At worst? publicly humiliated with his self-taught sewing insulted and his personal belongings stolen. Darius, like Lilith, projected onto Hunter. (And imo, Darius, like Lilith, should probably work that out in therapy.)

The only coven head that seemed to ever be nice to Hunter was Raine, and they had the shortest run as coven head before they were found out as a traitor. They had little time to form any kind of connection with Hunter, and it was enough that them ignoring him or acting coldly was considering ‘weird’ to him.

point being: yeah, Darius has gotten better and, more or less, started making up for things. but just about a week ago he was still projecting onto a child, so maybe don’t give him full custody just yet. he’d make a great replacement uncle, but I’m not sure he’s ready for parenthood— even if it was with a normal, not-super-traumatized child.

also: how confusing must it have been for Hunter when Darius did that 180 on him? First Darius steals his cloak and insults his sewing and saying he doesn’t deserve to wear the patch, then he’s giving him a scroll, saying he should have friends, keeping flapjack a secret and encouraging him to rebel? and fixing his sewing?? and saying his predecessors would be proud? because he rebelled?? that must’ve been the most confusing thing ever for him.

#toh #the owl house #I’m still rooting for hunter clawthorne #Eda has been a parent for 8 years and ever since luz showed up she became Parenting Supreme #even she wouldn’t know how to deal with Hunter’s trauma but she’d sure as heck try #and she’d be better at noticing it.#Darius has known hunter for how many years? And the ‘child soldier’ thing didn’t raise any red flags?#that should’ve make him angry at Belos. Not at hunter.#and Eda was so good after hollow mind??#raine and eda would probably be a better fit in general

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can i ask what amity’s canon deal is?

just read the fragile facade you show to me

oh for sure!! this question Delights me. i actually tried to rein this infodump in but as you can see it got kind of long. obviously spoilers for the whole of toh ahead

canon amity is introduced as an overachieving school bully who is incredibly nasty to luz's first friend in the demon realm, willow. she's being mentored by lilith, who leads the emperor's coven, and is on the path to join + lead the emperor's coven herself someday. this would mean having immense social power but also being directly under the emperor's very fascist thumb.

in the canon, luz stumbles into the isles at age 14 and meets amity at demon high school; amity promptly tries to get her killed due to insane jealousy antics, but then the two of them enter a rivalry-turned-shaky-friendship instead. amity realizes over time that she's been Kind Of The Worst and starts trying to make better choices. she also has a falling-out with lilith when lilith makes her cheat in a witch's duel with luz, bc amity values honesty/fairness A Lot. that knocks her pretty squarely off the Emperor's Coven Ambitions path.

(which is funny given that she's introduced as just being. So Awful. amity please consider any of your unfair biases for 2 seconds challenge level IMPOSSIBLE)

it turns out that amity's mother is a Viciously abusive and classist social climber who has been hyper-controlling of every aspect of amity's life, including who she associates with and what she prioritizes and what her goals are. so a lot of amity's season one arc is about redefining who she is, what she wants, and who she cares about. and distancing herself from her parents. and making amends for her bullshit. and being desperately pathetically Embarrassingly head-over-heels for luz.

season 2 kicks off with amity's mom trying to kill luz, in part over Corrupting Their Daughter. this isn't even a homophobia thing this is just a classism thing. & amity Fully breaking from her parents' influence and fighting back against them to save luz's life. it's incredibly gay and involves her snarling "stay away from MY LUZ" be still my beating heart.

amity meets hunter later as an enemy. canon luz is aligned with wild witches, who are very much traitors to the empire. canon luz loves committing treason and fucking with the empire. amity and luz are dating at this point. amity is therefore now down to aid and abet her in Anything

amity and hunter spend the beginning of the episode psychologically fucking with each other because they both have The Exact Same Neuroses around needing to be Useful and Good Enough. then amity recognizes that hunter is actually Very Very Suicidal and Very Very Reckless in ways she herself once was; she offers him help and is basically like, "hey, i've been abused, too, but it's gonna be okay. come with me and my found family can help you."

hunter, who accepted similar kindness from luz earlier and Immediately got in terrible trouble with belos for it, is like .....hmm... maybe. i'm considering it.

then he realizes that amity has a magical object that belos needs & is like HAHA WAIT. NEVER MIND ACTUALLY. I CAN GET THE EMPEROR'S APPROVAL BACK IF I JUST TRY TO KILL YOU INSTEAD the two of them have a Wild and Desperate fight that ends in amity holding a knife to an exhausted hunter's throat & hunter telling her that if she escapes or kills him, the empire will slaughter luz in retaliation. checkmate!

hunter you suck so bad good god!

amity and hunter bury the hatchet about this offscreen later, though. there's very little ongoing animosity between them in the canon bc from a doylist perspective, there wasn't time to flesh out an entire onscreen talk about feelings; from a watsonian perspective, amity is just like, "yeah man, i tried to kill luz the first time i met her, i get it. you were crazy. i have been crazy before. we're all good"

endgame amity is fighting against the empire and against her mother alongside luz n luz's found family. four years into the future in the show's epilogue, amity is living a cheerful life as a wild witch inventor-slash-adventurer who is in a happy relationship with luz, who has made up with the friends she lost in high school, and who hangs out in giant cuddle puddles of said friends (including hunter) at least once per week, usually more. she's cast off her high school ambitions and is much MUCH happier and healthier.

so the princess AU is basically just positing that if amity DIDN'T meet luz at age 14, she would have continued down the path she'd started out on instead. which would have meant selling her soul to become an emperor's coven soldier and, just. becoming the loneliest most miserable bitch alive.

#replies #there are a million additional details re why amity does certain things she does or fucks up certain things she does #but this infodump is long already. so i just centered it on the characters youve seen her interact with in the princess AU #toh #amity blight #lumity #and who is that other witch #shitty idiot repression gang #long post #abuse

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tentacledsnakelover · 4 months

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Crazy Theory: Flapjack might have been Philip’s Palisman

So this is a theory I haven’t seen anyone really talk about, but I wanted to throw it out there because it felt like a cool idea. We saw in Thanks To Them that it was implied Flapjack was either originally Evelyn’s palisman, and he either became attached to Caleb, or Evelyn made/taught Caleb how to carve Flapjack. These two theories are the most common, but here is my personal headcanon/theory: What if Caleb made Flapjack for Philip.

We already saw Caleb made Philip his iconic prong-horned mask (Funfact: Pronghorns are a type of animal that are the closest living relative of giraffes, so Philip basically has a giraffe mask) to help his brother adjust to their new life style as witch hunters in colonial Gravesfield, so it doesn’t feel too far fetched that Caleb might gift his brother a way to use magic to adjust to life in the Demon Realm. With magic, they wouldn’t need to worry about going hungry, or getting sick, they could use magic to live in comfort for the rest of their lives.

But for Philip, the childhood of being taught witches are traitors to mankind, and demons are creatures of Satan, has him convinced otherwise, that his brother is under Evelyn’s spell, and she is using his brother to try and tempt him to sin. So maybe Philip tolerates Flapjack, but doesn’t use him (Out of fear Evelyn finds out through Flap that he is plotting to get rid of her) and does what Hunter did, and tries to at least distance himself from the bird.

Eventually, things come to a head. Something happens between the brothers, perhaps Philip tries to kill Evelyn, believing this will break her ‘spell’ over Caleb, but Caleb, in an attempt to save her, and stop his brother from something irreversible, gets killed. And perhaps he couldn’t save Caleb because maybe only Palismen can resurrect someone they are bonded too, and people like Philip, who try to absorb the life force of a palismen they aren’t bonded too (by force or not) suffer consequences.

We saw in Eclipse Lake Flapjack is extremely loyal, and is willing to stick to Hunter’s side even when he puts Amity at risk of the Emperor’s Coven. Perhaps Flapjack thought his duty was to be loyal to Philip, no matter his deeds, and turned a blind eye. But when he realized his inaction got someone killed, he felt guilty and left Philip, but during the events of Hunting Palismen, he met Hunter and saw how similar he was to Philip, in that they would both do anything for their loved ones. This, along with a sense of guilt probably spurred by the fact that he couldn’t originally save Caleb, but could save Hunter, from meeting a similar fate.

#the owl house #toh #flapjack #toh belos #philip wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #caleb wittebane

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Thank you for answering my questions!

... I have more.

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I get the Lord/Lady/Wix alternatives, but I was wondering if there was a non-binary alternative to the Heir/Heiress title specifically. Like if Heir Harry Potter realised he was non-binary, would he/they remain 'Heir', or is there a neutral equivalent title he/they could use instead?

What pronouns can non-binary wixen use? Is it just they/them or can they use binary he/she pronouns and neopronouns too?

Can cis or trans witches and wizards, who identify as either male or female, use neopronouns?

Do genderfluid wixen exist? How do they signal their current gender/pronouns?

If above is true, how do they store their magic?

Is the base etiquette the same internationally? (Regarding international relations/Are the basics common between countries/societies?)

Could Hogwarts be described as in Avalon but tethered to Magical Britain/a Scottish area? (SuperCarlinBrothers on yt found a likely real-world location for Hogwarts in Scotland, could it realistically be tethered there?)

"That was just Chaos’s second son deciding a school needed to happen and dragging the other Oligarchy into it." Are there any other major historical events in magical society that can be described similarly?

Can oaths be sworn to Chaos, similar to Covenants?

Are there any day-to-day traditions, actions, etc. required or undertaken in accordance with the worship of Mother Magic and Chaos?

"Oligarchy family magic goes dormant instead of … dying, for lack of a better word, because the deity that started the bloodline still lives..." Which deities started which Ogliarchy bloodlines?

What is the youngest someone can take over being the head of the family and running the duchy, in the event of all other main branch family members dying? (I.e. shards of memory 'verse, Harriet inheriting the Ladyship at 15, could she have inherited the Ladyship at a younger age if her parents and grandparents had died when she was 11/12/13/14?)

If the Heir/Heiress is too young, who would run the duchy in their place? Their godparents, their Vassals, or a Seneschal?

What is a Seneschal?

Could a New Blood who gets Magically Twinned with a pureblood take on their Twin's surname? (Like if Harry and Hermione were twins, could she be known as Hermione Potter?)

Are Magical Twins purely platonic? If not, could they, theoretically, Bond? Or is that similar to incest like what the Gaunts did?

How common are Gifts from deities?

Are the Weasleys Blood Traitors in the Pureblood Culture 'verse? You've said the Weasleys we know are from a branch line, so is it just their branch or is it the entire family?

1. I was wondering if there was a non-binary alternative to the Heir/Heiress title specifically?

Apologies for the confusion. They would also use “Wixen” as they have the right to the Lord/Lady First Name title.

2. What pronouns can non-binary wixen use?

Whatever ones they want. This is true for any person.

3. Do genderfluid wixen exist? If above is true, how do they store their magic?

Yes. Their magical storage would convert from their hair, to a signet ring, cuff bracelet, etc., and back automatically.

4. Is the base etiquette the same internationally?

Yes. The very basics of etiquette are consistent internationally. (I have not and will not be creating etiquette for other magical nations.)

5. Could Hogwarts be described as in Avalon but tethered to Magical Britain/a Scottish area?

It's in both. It has tethers to both. It can, if necessary, be pulled entirely into Avalon and cut off from Magical Britain. The same is not true in reverse. The wardstones, etc., laid by the Founders are in Avalon.

6. "That was just Chaos’s second son deciding a school needed to happen and dragging the other Oligarchy into it." Are there any other major historical events in magical society that can be described similarly?

Probably. But I can't think of any off the top of my head. 😂

7. Can oaths be sworn to Chaos, similar to Covenants?

Chaos is a deity. Covenants can occur with any deity, Chaos included.

8. Are there any day-to-day traditions, actions, etc. required or undertaken in accordance with the worship of Mother Magic and Chaos?

Required? No. Though, many magicals offer thanks via prayers or burning a thread of magic in sacrifice as an offering.

9. Which deities started which Oligarchy bloodlines?

Chaos founded the Just and Most Olde House of Slytherin.

Death founded the Hallowed and Most Olde House of Peverell

I've never decided for Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

And I'm absolutely blanking on whether I said Fate founded the Gryffindor or Pendragon line. 😅

10. What is the youngest someone can take over being the head of the family?

From birth, if necessary. A baby could be born Lord/Lady/Wixen TITLE. Though, obviously, they wouldn't be expected to manage the estate.

11. If the Heir/Heiress is too young, who would run the duchy in their place?

Either Vassals or a Seneschal, if there's one appointed. This is true regardless of title (baronies, earldoms, etc.).

12. What is a Seneschal?

The steward of a Magical House who has sworn an Unbreakable Vow to never betray the bloodline and oversee all duties responsibly.

I've yet to write one into a fic, so I don't have any examples.

13. Could a New Blood who gets Magically Twinned with a pureblood take on their Twin's surname?

Only if they become twins via the Death-Blood Twin Adoption Ritual. If Mother Magic Twins them magically, they aren't actually blood-related.

14. Are Magical Twins purely platonic?

Yes. They could bond with the same person—share a spouse—but not romantically bond with each other.

15. How common are Gifts from deities?

Not very.

16. Are the Weasleys Blood Traitors in the Pureblood Culture 'verse?

No. But it is part of my Pureblood Culture 'Verse canon that they're Blood Feuding with the Vigilant and Most Ancient House of Malfoy.

#ellory answers #pureblood lore #pureblood world building

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aroaessidhe · 7 months

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this post of Sapphics With The Voice Of An Annoying Guy In Their Head is still going around and I thought I should make a broader list of Guy (gender neutral) In Your Head books

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A Psalm of Storms and Silence - when the malevolent god you made a deal with attaches himself to you until you complete your end of the bargain

The Scratch Daughters - when your soul gets stolen so your witch coven's book demon sits in your body to keep you alive until you get it back

Vespertine - when you touch a saint's relic and get possessed by a petty ancient revenant

This Dark Descent - when the voice in your head telling you to give into the darkness might not just be your conscience, but have something to do with the book you learnt illegal magic from

A Memory Called Empire - when you're the ambassador going to the centre of the empire with a copy of your predecessor implanted in your brain, investigating his death together

Ninefox Gambit - when you're a space army captain and you get the ghost of a traitor general put in your head in an attempt to win a war

The Genesis of Misery - there's an angel in your head that leads you to the centre of the space empire where you become a messiah

Fever Crumb - you have machinery in your blood that your grandfather put there and you keep seeing his thoughts and memories

Wolfpack - when you escape a cult only to become the host for an angelrobot that uses you to help it on its revenge mission

Odder Still - you have a sentient alien parasite attached to you and you become the voice to save its species from extortion

The Midnight Bargain - when you practice sorcery in secret and summon a spirit to help steal back a book, and its price is to possess you while you experience your first kiss

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words - the alien cultural ambassador you translate for died and his ghost stuck around in your head and wants to you figure out who murdered him

Black Water Sister - when you move back to Malaysia and your dead grandmother posesses you and wants you to exact revenge against a gang boss who offended her god

feel free 2 add

#book list #also yes I skipped some bc I don't know how to explain without spoilers.....I mean I guess some here are spoilers but like...#the scratch daughters #vespertine #the genesis of misery #a memory called empire #i aint tagging all of those

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brookreader · 2 years

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Analyzing Belos’ Eyes On The Owl Lady Suspects

Raine Whispers

Evidence for Raine being a traitor:

A lot of shots of them looking guilty this episode. Like. A lot

Canonically a good liar, has fooled Eda before

Was the one to suggest that Eda get a sigil

Could be being blackmailed by Terra or Belos

Could be being brainwashed after all

Evidence against Raine being a traitor:

No <3 I simply refuse to believe it

The guilty looks are easily explained as them feeling bad for endangering Eda’s safety

They know the draining spell is going to kill everyone, I doubt they’d be stupid enough to take any offers of keeping Eda safe or whatever from Terra or Belos

Judging by their actions in both this episode and Eda’s Requiem, they put the success of the rebellion above everything, even (reluctantly) Eda’s safety

We as a fandom have been here before. Many fans were suspicious of Raine before Eda’s Requiem aired — it was unfounded then and I bet it’s unfounded now

That might be too many twists for one character’s loyalties. Put some back

Darius

Evidence for Darius being a traitor:

Was the one featured in the ep where the possibly-foreshadowing “coven heads betray each other all the time” line was said

Knew and clearly admired Hunter’s predecessor — perhaps he thought that predecessor was loyal to the emperor and so…?

Evidence against Darius being a traitor:

I pulled that possible motivation directly out of my ass

Seems more likely that the previous Golden Guard is part of the reason he’s rebelling

We just had the twist of him being a rebel, it would be weird for the next twist to be “LMAO jk no he’s not”

Seems to genuinely care for Hunter and Raine

Eberwolf

Evidence for Eberwolf being a traitor:

Honestly if there IS a spy I think Eber’s the most likely candidate

We know very little about Eberwolf in general — their motivations are a mystery

While a semi-big deal was made out of Darius being a rebel, Eber has just kinda been in the background. It feels suspicious

Coven Head, so the “coven heads betray each other all the time” would work as foreshadowing

Conspicuously absent from this group shot at the end of OTWAT. Could be an animation mistake, but could also Not be

Evidence against Eberwolf being a traitor:

maybe switched places with Eda at the end of COTH, bc of the growling?? Not rlly sure what that would imply though

Amber, Derwin, or Katya

Evidence for one of them being a traitor:

Like with Eber, we know very little about them and their motives

Evidence against one of them being a traitor:

For Katya, when we first met her she was in the conformitorium and seemed pretty passionate about her divergence

Wouldn’t make for a very dramatic reveal

Steve

Evidence for Steve being a traitor:

Showed up conveniently just as the CATTs were about to put their plan into motion

I could totally see Belos sending one of his friendlier scouts to go infiltrate them

Well-liked enough to emotionally fuck with the audience if true

Evidence against Steve being a traitor:

It would be weird from a writing standpoint to have the person who helped King and King helped in return, a huge turning point in King’s character in general, have been lying the whole time

Look at that face. Does that look like the face of a liar to you?

Adrian Graye (or another illusion witch)

Evidence for:

We’ve seen a lot of people being illusioned into other people these last few episodes — could be foreshadowing

As @shoulderpats pointed out, Steve’s freckles/moles/acne scars have moved since last episode. Could be an error, but could also Not be an error

Stopping the rebellion would potentially be a good way for Adrian to get some dignity back after getting his ass kicked by a 12 year old who wasn’t even really trying

Evidence against:

Can’t really think of any, feel free to add on if you can

Terra Snapdragon

Evidence for:

Only speculation, but she could have picked something up from Raine and/or be spying on them

Much as I want to believe they’ve got her 100% fooled, it might not be that easy

Evidence against:

Again, can’t really think of anything

Lilith Clawthorne

Evidence for Lilith being a traitor:

Could be being manipulated by the emperor again, trying to save Eda and maybe Hooty and her niece and nephew too

Evidence against Lilith being a traitor:

After all the character growth she’s had, it seems unlikely that she’d backslide that hard

Shown in Elsewhere And Elsewhen to be able to recognize signs of manipulation now

Same twist villain twice??

I really don’t think it’s Lilith but I wanted to cover all my bases

Hunter

Evidence for Hunter being a traitor:

Also could be being manipulated, or the emperor could be able to see what he sees or something since he created him

Evidence against Hunter being a traitor:

After Hollow Mind I really doubt he’s gonna believe Belos again

Belos seemed genuinely surprised when Hunter got the key, so I don’t think he can see through his eyes or anything

I hit the image limit so I’ll reblog with the remaining suspects

#toh #toh spoilers #the owl house #owl house #raine whispers #darius #Eberwolf #amber #derwin #katya #Steve #Adrian graye #terra snapdragon #lilith clawthorne #hunter #long post

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originalwinnercheesecake · 2 years

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A kinda Analysis of Eberwolf and what reason they might have for joining the rebel side

Team RED, a.k.a Raine, Eberwolf, Darius, a.k.a undercover traitors who all rank top in their respective covens. We got two epsidoes surrounding Raine and how they are doing what they are doing because they hate the system and think forcing people into covens against their will is wrong. Raine has strong beliefs. With Darius no episodes are centered around him, but he has played enough of a secondary role in certain episodes that we can piece together his motivation. He was mentored by a previous Golden Guard. He had a lot of respect, admiration, love for his mentor. Like all the Grimwalkers before, his mentor eventually went against Belos and was killed. To make Darius head of the abomination coven Belos must either not remember who mentored Dairus, or believe he was trained to be 100% loyal to the Emperor. One more thing Belos is wrong about.

Now we have Eberwolf. We do not really know much about Eberowolf. Is Eberwolf a bipedal demon or a best demon? What does Eberwolf’s language of grunts mean? What is Eberwolfs backstory and reason for doing what Eberwolf is doing? What is Eberwolf’s gender/pro-nouns? We really do not know. Now any definitive answer to any of these will probably come in the form of quick short sentence answers/translations from Raine/Darius to questions Eda/Luz asks regarding Eber, as they all race to fight the day of unity. Until we get that I want to make some theories based on what we have of Eberwolf already

So the beast keeping coven flag and sigil is of Eberwolf and these high-bread chicken pig things But in the field Eberwolf seems to commonly employ another type of Beast: ratworms.

Maybe Eberwolf lives on a farm or a ranch and has herds of different beasts. That would certainly make sense for the head of the beast keeping coven. But lets focus on Eber’s Ratworms for now. The one on top came with Eberwolf to a televised event, to represent the track. It is small, pudgy, has large red eyes, but is honestly cute to look at. Join the Beast keeping coven you will get to ride and work with cute and awesome beast like this one...right?... Well let’s look at the one bellow, that came with Eberwolf on an actual mission. It’s scared up, blind in one eye, has a broken tooth and is missing a chunk of ear. Poor thing has seen some really bad times.

Who did this to the poor beast? Another ratworm? No. Rats are incredibly social animals and generally act buddy buddy inside the pack. I cannot imagine worms exhibiting this amount of competitive hostility towards one another either. And even if you want to argue with me that these high-bread fusions may exhibit more aggression and territorial behavior than either of its human world counterparts, those are not teeth marks on its skin. How would another ratworm be able to cut it up like this without claws or hands capable of wielding a blade? It wasn’t another ratworm.

Did Eberwolf do this? Did Eberwolf beat and scar the beasts in an effort to assert themselves as Alpha and force the lower beasts to do their bidding? No. In Keeping up A Fearences we get our first look at beast keeping through Gwendolyn Clawthorne. We see that gaining control/aid of the creatures does not involve any kind of aggression or a fight. There are simple spells to alert them and bring them to your side. Also if the fact this one is wearing a collar is not enough to convince you of Eber and its relationship, then take a look at this...

Eberwolf wasn’t caught by Raine and Eda’s doom song. They purposely ran into it to try an dig their pet out. Eberwolf loves these beasts more than their own life. They would not hurt any of them like that.

You know who that poor ratworm’s scars look likes? Hunter’s.

And after hallow minds I am no longer holding onto any illusion of a belief that any of Hunter’s scars are from training accidents, standing to close to the crossfire, or mixing things up with criminals. They all come from Belos.

Belos who is a puritan witch hunter and regards all life on the boiling isles as vile, unworthy, and needing to be purged. Belos who has killed countless beings with human faces. Belos who has killed, recreated, then re-killed his own brother/nephews countless times. If he can do all that, then it is no stretch at all to believe that he would maim or purposely endanger demons. Of course someone like Eberwolf, who see’s such value in these creatures and has so much love for them (again they raced to potential death to try and help their pet) would hate that and be opposed to all of this. But if Eberwolf tried to fight Belos openly and directly they would lose, become petrified, and then there would be be no one left to protect their beasts. Eberwolf may be animalistic but as we have seen they are capable of reason, schemes, sticking to a plan, and playing the long game; as any secret rebel would have to be. I am sure they want to save the isles beast from Belos’s hate, but they are smart enough to do it right. To get in close, act subtle, find others like them, and form a plan for when the time is right...

I mostly wrote this because whenever I got into Eberwolf’s tag I either get discourse over what their gender/pronouns are (LOL) or it’s actually full of posts that are more about Raine, Raeda, or Darius. Do not get me wrong, all three are awesome and I love them. But Eberwolf is awesome too and deserves more love. Final theory Eda is a rebel because she does not like being controlled. Raine is a rebel because of their beliefs. Darius is a rebel in memory of a fallen loved one. Eberwolf is a rebel to protect the pets/beasts they love and do not want to see be abused/brought to a end.

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