#and no marrying rath is not the best of both worlds for her because their supports are dogshit

[yobsuba]

I'll never understand why people think Hector/Lyn wouldn't work because Lyn "wouldn't be happy away from Sacae" like literally her entire story mode is her up and leaving Sacae to find her grandfather in Caelin because she's sick of being alone in the plains, she would take a life with the people she loves in Lycia over a life alone in Sacae

#heclyn #hector #lyn #fire emblem the blazing blade #fe7 #and no marrying rath is not the best of both worlds for her because their supports are dogshit

[carewyncromwell]

“Now I'm seeing clearly how I still need you near me -- I still love you so... There's something between us that won't ever leave us -- There's no letting go... We had a ‘once in a lifetime,’ But I just didn't know it 'til my life fell apart...”

~“If Ever You’re In My Arms Again,” by Peabo Bryson

x~x~x~x

His entire school career and beyond, Orion Amari had always been the wise counselor to his friends and teammates when it came to finding balance with their emotions and lives. Even though he had his own struggles thanks to his less-than-balanced childhood in an orphanage and suffered from anxiety attacks every-so-often, he’d still been able to live a healthy life regardless and find proper coping mechanisms for his trauma. When Orion found himself falling in love, however, it was a struggle he hadn’t known quite how to handle, or even how best to ask for help with.

Orion realized something was off-balance when Carewyn Cromwell -- a Slytherin one year younger than him who he’d finally managed to convince to rejoin his Quidditch team after three years to help their team win the Quidditch Cup Final -- got badly injured by a Bludger and ended up in the Hospital Wing with a bruised lung. Carewyn’s condition had paralyzed Orion in a severe anxiety attack the likes of which his teammates had rarely seen before, and although he managed to get his emotions under control once Carewyn was conscious, even he was unsettled by how bad the attack was. Admittedly, though, Orion had always been quite fond of Carewyn, given how well they saw eye to eye and how much they both respected each other, and Orion had felt responsible for her having gotten injured. He probably would’ve simply passed his feelings off as just guilt and worry were it not for what he saw the morning of the Quidditch Cup Award Ceremony.

While training before dawn as he always did in good weather, Orion caught sight of a gleaming white Patronus in the form of a Winged Horse. His breath stilled, disbelieving -- it was the same as the Patronus he himself had only just learned to conjure earlier that year in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And when he flew down after the Patronus and saw who had cast it, he found Carewyn waiting for him in McNully’s commentator box. Orion would look back on that day and wonder how in the world he reacted as calmly as he did, while knowing the superstition surrounding people sharing Patronuses -- but at the time, the sight had only made him want to be with her, to talk with her, to...look at her...look upon her with more clarity than he ever had before. And when he did, he realized that Carewyn Cromwell truly was a beautiful person: a selfless, kind, resourceful person with more fire than a Fire Crab and all the courage of a Chinese Fireball. It was little wonder that her classmates regarded her with such admiration, whether because of her Cursebreaking or not. Anyone could fall in love with the likes of Carewyn Cromwell. Even he...could see himself falling in love with such a woman.

And yet, when another person might have tried to make a move...Orion hesitated. He only had one week remaining at Hogwarts, before he graduated and joined the Montrose Magpies as their newest Chaser. The dream he’d worked so hard for -- his “gold,” if one recalls Orion valuing the “tenacity of a niffler” -- was finally within his grasp. Could he really put all of that at risk, by trying to alter course now? And Carewyn had her own “gold” as well -- her quest to protect Hogwarts from the Cursed Vaults. She would never choose a romance over helping her brother and protecting her own found family. Orion didn’t even know if what Carewyn and he had could even be considered a romance. Would he even have looked at Carewyn as anything romantic if he hadn’t seen her Patronus? He wasn’t sure...but now that he had, wouldn’t he then be assuming that there was more between them than there really was? Was he only projecting the “soulmates” superstition onto them, just because he fancied her? A crush was not love, after all. As much as he himself believed in fate as well, Orion knew that Carewyn did not. More importantly, he knew she’d both want and deserve someone who loved her for who she was, not due to some old magical wives’ tale. As much as he admired her, Orion couldn’t say definitively that he was in love with Carewyn, and the thought of putting all of his dreams on hold just to try to grab at a chance -- as a Slytherin, Orion just couldn’t see the sense in it. He couldn’t make that choice, not after he’d worked so hard! A Chaser can’t get distracted by the Golden Snitch, when their job is to score goals. And perhaps, in the deepest, darkest part of himself...Orion worried that he could never be what Carewyn needed. He knew how much she loved her brother and how much she wanted her family to be as it once was -- he remembered the pain in her eyes, when he’d first told her he was an orphan. Carewyn needed a family -- a home -- something stable and warm to return to...all things Orion knew absolutely nothing about. He didn’t want a conventional family life -- he had no interest in getting married or having lots of kids or buying a house with a white-picket fence. He wanted to play Quidditch and be free to live his own life, the way he wanted. And as much as he thought it was possible he could fall in love with Carewyn some day, he dreaded the thought of sacrificing everything he’d ever wanted to pursue her -- of giving up the “gold” he’d been chasing for so long.

And so, after a lot of thought, Orion made the decision to keep his feelings to himself. If they were truly meant to be, maybe their paths would realign again someday, he told himself. It was a decision that tormented Orion for the next six years he played for the Montrose Magpies. Not that he talked to much of anyone about his inner conflict -- even Orion’s best friends Skye Parkin and Murphy McNully and “star twin” KC @kc-needs-coffee​​ could only really read between the lines, noticing that he seemed oddly avoidant whenever any mention of Carewyn was brought up. Orion even entered into a few relationships, but none of them lasted long, often because Orion’s partner wanted “more” than Orion was willing to give. The Star Chaser didn’t want to sacrifice his freedom, his dreams, or his independence. It was the main reason he hadn’t chased Carewyn in the first place...even though she’d seemed to understand him so much more than any partner he’d ever had. Carewyn would still send him letters sometimes -- Orion didn’t answer as much as he probably should have, but he always had a lot of difficulty answering her letters whenever he was in a relationship. It made him feel like he was being unfaithful, somehow. And as the years went on and Orion lived his own life and heard about Carewyn’s successful trials at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he tried to tell himself all the more that he’d made the right choice not to pursue Carewyn. If you love someone, you have to be willing to set them free, right? Not that he knew for sure that he’d been in love with her, but...they could’ve been something, maybe...if he hadn’t been so cowardly...

Orion’s longest relationship was with a young woman named Delilah Flint, who had taken a desk job with the Magpies’ PR department. The distinction probably wouldn’t have had much weight (given that they’d still only been together for about a year), were it not for Delilah ending up pregnant. Neither Orion nor Delilah had ever been interested in marriage, Orion because he didn’t see much reason and Delilah because she came from a family who would’ve never approved of her marrying an orphan of mixed magical ancestry -- but after the birth of their daughter Eos in summer 1996, the two reacted in completely opposite ways. Orion, who had never really had much interest in having a family, nonetheless felt a wonderful new paternal feeling swelling up in his breast toward his daughter and promised himself and Eos that she wouldn’t grow up alone, unsafe, and scared like he had. Delilah, on the other hand, suffered from severe post-partum depression after giving birth, thanks in no small part to when Eos was born (right after the return of Voldemort was revealed to the Wizarding World), and she was also in such severe financial straits that she’d have to go to her pureblood family for help, who would never agree to help her knowing she’d had a child out of wedlock. Delilah tried to give Eos up to an orphanage -- Orion, understandably horrified, tried to pacify Delilah however he could, even going so far as to suggest marriage if it meant keeping her and his infant daughter in his life...but in the end, that December, Delilah dropped Eos in Orion’s lap and left, never to be seen again.

The following year, the Ministry fell, and Orion had to go on the run, just barely escaping the Death Eaters with Eos thanks to the help of his Quidditch League associates McNully, Skye, Erika Rath, Oliver Wood, and Andre Egwu. Going on the run with a one-year-old was a difficult proposition, and after several months, a group of Snatchers cornered Orion trying to covertly purchase a new wand from a private vendor after his had gotten broken, and they took him into custody. Orion, who was bundled up in a cloak and looked to be holding his arm as if it was broken under it, went quietly with the Snatchers to the Ministry, his face oddly pale as he forcibly tried to calm his intense anxiety. He was rounded up with several other prisoners and put in a room in the Department of Mysteries until they could be “processed through the court” (read: wrongly convicted of “stealing magic”) and transported to Azkaban.

Fortunately for Orion, Aurors Angelo Lancaster @angellazull​ and Talbott Winger had caught wind that a new round of prisoners had been brought in, and they reached out to their main contact in Magical Law for help in busting them out. The contact -- an old school friend of theirs who was an up-and-coming lawyer -- arranged the trial hearings’ schedule so that there was a noticeable window of time before they started. In that short time, Angelo, Talbott, and their contact were able to break into the room and rescue the prisoners...and yes, the contact in question did indeed turn out to be a pretty young woman with emotional, almond-shaped blue eyes and a short ginger bob wearing flowing dress robes and bright red lipstick.

When Carewyn and Orion got over the shock of seeing each other face-to-face again for the first time in six years, one of their very first exchanges was --

“You cut your hair.”

“So did you.”

Another involved Carewyn offering to mend the “arm” Orion was holding under his cloak.

“You’re hurt...let me -- ”

“No! No, I’m...not hurt...I...”

When Orion tentatively raised his cloak to show Carewyn his tiny daughter bundled up in a wrap around his chest and cradled in his arms, part of him had wondered how she would react. He hadn’t mentioned Delilah or any of his other relationships to her in those short responses he’d sent her -- it’d been uncomfortable for him, to try to talk about his love life in his letters to her. But regardless of the surprise that rippled over her face, when Carewyn looked from the little baby to up into Orion’s dark eyes, her pale face nonetheless betrayed a weak smile.

“Is...is it a she?”

“Yes. ...Her name is Eos.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened visibly, welling up with a beautiful warmth, like the kind Orion had sometimes seen her show toward her friend Barnaby or younger students like Cedric Diggory. A maternal warmth...

“She’s beautiful.”

Carewyn’s whisper made Orion’s heart swell up in his chest, slamming against his ribs as if it wished to push itself through a set of prison bars. Even after so many years, her soul was truly more like his than anyone else Orion had ever known before.

Together Carewyn, Talbott,and Angelo worked to shrink all of the prisoners down to a size that they could smuggle them out of the Ministry and then help them go into hiding. After the War was over, Carewyn helped Orion with the paperwork needed for him to claim sole custody of Eos, since Orion and Delilah not being legal partners meant that Delilah and her family would have first priority if they ever sued for custody. Orion wasn’t sure if the Flints ever would try to take Eos, but Carewyn was determined not to give them any legal opening.

“You fought for her, Orion, not them. And now I plan to fight for you.”

“Carewyn...”

“No. I don’t want them to ever feel like they can just waltz in and take her, not after leaving her to the wolves. I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure Eos stays with the man who put his life on the line to keep her in his life and safe. She deserves that.”

The stubborn fire in Carewyn’s blue eyes and the sincerity of her convictions was all it took. Orion had been on the edge for so long, feeling faintly off-kilter with every step for seven years, but had always just barely managed to feign composure and balance...but now, in a single moment, it was all for naught. He had fallen -- despite his best efforts, despite all of his avoidance and his flagrant cowardice -- into the wonderful, swirling abyss of ethereal, warm chaos that men called “love.” In that moment, and in many moments after, Orion cursed himself for not chasing after Carewyn Cromwell from the very start...for wasting so much time and being so passive, so short-sighted...so consumed by “what-if’s” that he’d completely discarded the “what-could-be’s.”

Fortunately there was a chance, now, to make up for lost time. A rose is no less beautiful just because it blooms slowly.

#my art #my writing #hphm #hogwarts mystery #orion amari #carewyn cromwell #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #katriona cassiopeia #angelo lancaster #talbott winger #other people's mcs #eos amari #orion's haircut is basically a 'long hair with an undercut' look #that way he can tie his hair up and have it completely off his neck when he's flying #and of course he still wears his classic arm warmers XD #can I also just say that as an INFP I totally get the feel of being overwhelmed by 'what-if's' #to the point that you're too paralyzed to actually act? #and yeah choosing between your dreams and a budding crush does seem like kind of an unpleasant crossroads #and I daresay after making the choice not to pursue a romance it would be that bit harder to try to pursue that person #orion and carey's lives ARE very different -- right down to where they live for their jobs london england VS montrose scotland #naturally they find a way to work that out but it would seem like a pretty significant obstacle #and honestly it's probably good that these two took some time apart #carey needed to come to grips with her asexuality before pursuing any other serious relationships #and now orion has some relationship experience under his belt too #plus carey and orion both have their own kids now! carewyn becomes erik apollo's legal guardian post-War #yay single parents!! 83

[lost-in-yujikiri]

References of Classic Literatures in SAO

This post are thoughts I have on discord plus discussion with friends. I didn’t intend to publish this publicly but this was so well-received and a friend asked me to do so, so here it is.

Below are the classic works that I think SAO main arcs took many inspirations from:

1) Aincrad arc & Little Red Riding Hood

- Asuna is the Little Red Riding Hood, with Kirito as the brooding hunter who protected her and led her to a happy ending, and Kayaba is the wolf who disguised himself as Asuna's "Grandma" (aka her caretaker).

- Kayaba's nickname is the same name as the central character of Wuthering Heights (Heathcliff), both men created their world of their own obsessions (for OG Heathcliff is his love with Catherine, for Kayaba is his castle dream) and during that creation they ended up destroying a lot of lives, even innocent people involved.

2) Fairy Dance arc & A Midsummer Night’s Dream

- Fairy Dance might take references from A Midsummer Night's Dream with Fairy King & Queen Oberon & Titania, who are a married couple under quarrels (Asuna and Sugou). The Fairy Dance arc also presents the themes of falling in love with the wrong person (Suguha/Leafa’s feelings for her brother/cousin Kazuto/Kirito) and unrequited love (Recon to Leafa, Leafa to Kirito) albeit in a different way than the original story.

3) Phantom Bullet arc & Sonezaki Shinjuu 

- The classic kabuki play Sonezaki Shinjuu (The Love Suicides at Sonezaki) is a story about close acquaintances/families/lovers being tangled in conflicts of opposing sides, with the main couple performing a double suicide ending so they can be husband and wife in afterlife (just like Kyouji & Sinon). In SAO Kyouji tried to force the double suicide on Sinon but it failed.

3) Alicization arc volume 9-14, Eugeo’s story & The Little Prince

- When people see Alicization cast many might think of Alice in Wonderland first. However Eugeo's whole story in Alicization 1st half was most likely inspired from The Little Prince, with Eugeo as the Prince, Kirito as the Prince's wise old buddy and also the story's Narrator, and Zuberg as the Prince's Rose flower in his homeland which he loves so much but was separated from for so long. Only Alice S30 is the Alice in Wonderland, which is why she isn't the one Eugeo looked for.

- Friendship between the Narrator & the Prince is somewhat similar Kirito & Eugeo, in how the Prince is the only one who truly shares the world view of Narrator. In stories of his own journey, the Prince met a lot of adults, each of them showed their greed, selfishness, ugliness in their way, and the Prince's pure heart couldn't understand or withstand most of them. Just like Eugeo's naivety and pure heart can't accept even the littlest unfairness and evils of his world.

- The Prince thought he didn't love his rose in the correct way, and during his journey he knew his rose isn't so special because there are millions of beautiful roses on Earth. But later he learned that it's the time and space that he spent nurturing his rose that made the rose truly special and distinct. Isn't that similar to how Eugeo learned that love is giving, like nurturing flowers continuously?

- However, the Prince agonized then because he was in a place too far from his home and he left his rose for too long that it might have been eaten, like the distance and long pining towards the Alice in Eugeo's past that killed him inside, while his childhood has long gone.

- In The Little Prince's ending, the prince followed a poisonous snake's offer that if he lets it bite him, he would be able to return to his planet with his beloved rose (Quinella's deal, anyone?). The narrator realized what would really happen but couldn't stop the Prince. Before following that offer, the Prince told the Narrator please look at the stars to remember him, if it looks like he has died, it is only because his body is too heavy to take with him to his planet. The next day, the Prince's body couldn't be found and in his later journey, the Narrator ask the readers if any of them have seen the Prince. In Eugeo's story though, instead of creating an ambiguous ending, Reki presented both ends of the Prince's fate literally. Eugeo died in a sacrifice of his choice, and at the same time went into the light with the little Alice in his past (aka the Little Prince's rose).

- Kirito, just like how the Narrator who believed the Prince didn't die, continued to live in his own world of darkness like the time he spent with Eugeo hasn't gone.

4) Alicization volume 13-18, Alice Synthesis 30′s story & Alice in Wonderland

- Alice Synthesis 30, from an empty knight who has no knowledge of the world with a forced Knight identity, was thrown to the unknown in War of Underworld and had to fight off everything and figure her self-identity out on her own, has parallels with Alice in Wonderland. Original Alice fell into a rabbit hole into Wonderland when she followed the White Rabbit, while Alice S30 fell from Floor 85 of the Cathedral when she fought after Kirito, both Alices learned about the mess that is happening in the world they're in after this.

- The original story is more about all kinds of creatures and humans in Wonderland rather than just about Alice herself, while War of Underworld is also more about people participating in the War rather than just about Alice S30.

- Kirito is the cheshire cat who guided her somewhere along the way but left her on her own device at some point. There are pig-lookalike creatures called "Rath" in the original Wonderland story, and in SAO we have RATH company who is monitoring project Alicization as well as the pig-lookalike Orcs in WoU. In many versions of Alice in Wonderland the stories involve a coup d'état towards a tyrant queen, in Alicization we have a Quinella as similar type of ruler whom Alice S30 and her friends fought against.

- At the end of both stories Alices left the mess in their "Wonderland" to get to real world. Though for OG Alice it's getting back to reality, while for Alice S30 she just got thrown to another "Wonderland" where she has even less attachment to as well as being shunned by most other humans without being able to go back to the UW she knows.

5) Kirito’s character arc in Alicization & Yu Boya and Zhong ziqi:

Kirito's character arc in Alicization was inspired by the story of Yu Boya & Zhong Ziqi, whose story has invented the words 知音知己 ("2 souls who understanding each other's tone & self the most") which usually get translated to English as "bosom friends", Chinese usually called them the epitome of friendship/ companionship. In Japan their names are translated as "Haku Ga" & "Shou Shiki".

Full story can be found here:

http://chineseaesop.blogspot.com/2012/09/yu-boya-and-zhong-ziqi-romance-of-guqin.html

Summary: Boya was an accomplished statesman from the Kingdom of Tsin and also an expert musician who played the "qin". One day as he played a musical piece on the river when he sailed to the Kingdom of Chu, he met a woodcutter named Zhong Ziqi, who might be poor but is very knowledgeable about music & what Boya's soul wanted to convey through his music. Being very happy that he could find a partner who can so quickly clicked with him, Boya & Ziqi stayed with each other talking for 3 days. Though Ziqi eventually had to go back to support his parents so they had to part with a promise of seeing each other again. The next year Boya went to find Ziqi, only to hear from Ziqi's father that he had died while trying to both work to support his family & study to catch up to a successful man like Boya. Boya played his last piece of music in front of Ziqi's grave and then destroyed his beloved musical instrument and swore to never play it again, because the life friend who could understand his heart & soul was no longer in this world. He then told Ziqi's father that he would adopt Ziqi's parents and support them like Ziqi did, saying "I was one with Ziqi and he with me. Do not think of me as an outsider."

So Kirito = Boya who are both accomplished in life (battles/social hierarchy), Eugeo = the woodcutter Ziqi who's inexperienced but wise and shared a love of something (swordmanship for Kirito & Eugep/ music for Boya & Zhong Ziqi) with the other man, both died young before they truly accomplished any of life goals. Their deaths devastated their friends, Boya destroyed his own musical instrument and his own musical ability, while for Kirito even though he was right at the chance to wake up from coma, due to the guilt of Eugeo’s death he intended to use his sword to stab himself, but having no sword so he tried to destroy his heart instead.

In the end though Kirito was stopped by a fragment of Eugeo’s soul, who give him the strength to stand back up again.

Personal thoughts:

- I find it interesting that Kirito is very apt for 2 different roles in the Little Red Riding Hood and The Little Prince, more than any roles with other heroines. In Aincrad/Progressive he is the hunter who managed to protect the Riding Hood Asuna from the wolves and in one way or another lead her to her own happy ending. In Alicization he is the best friend to the Prince Eugeo, he wanted to show the Prince the world and lead him to happiness too, but ended up having to watch his Prince walking to his own death.

- Mother's Rosario is treated as a side story in the original Web Novel and not a full-blown arc, so it doesn't have classic references. But Reki said in an interview along with the author of yuri manga/anime Bloom Into You that it's the most yuri-esque story he has ever written (despite not being technically yuri).

#Sword Art Online #SAO #Kirito #Asuna #Yuuki Asuna #Leafa #Recon #Kirigaya Suguha #Nobuyuki Sugou #Shinkawa Kyouji #Sinon #Asada Shino #Eugeo #Alice Zuberg #Alice Synthesis 30 #SAO Meta

[that-scouse-wizard]

You should have never gave me more than one option, my friend 🤣 I’m terribly curious about these

David x Merula:

Pre-Relationship (6), General (8, 9), Love (3, 9, 11), Domestic Life (2, 7, 9)

David x Erika (I’m eager for this one)

Pre-Relationship (5, 6), General (1, 3, 5, 8), Love (1, 5, 12), Domestic Life (1, 2, 10)

Oof... @judediangelo75 you’re putting me to work here, not that I mind because I absolutely could gush about them all day.😂 Under the cut because this is gonna be LONG!

David x Merula (WillowSnyde)

Pre Relationship 

6) If you had told one of them the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

(Takes place in third year)

David: “HA! That’s a good one, me and Snyde, soulmates! You must be havin’ a laugh?” 😂

Merula: “...I’m going to give you exactly a second before I pummel you with Flipendo.”

*One year later*

David and Merula: ...Fuck 

General

8) Who gets jealous easier?

David tends to put on a show for the fans, often socialising with them. Now Merula trusts David won’t cheat on her 100% but she can’t deny the attitude of certain overzealous fans irks her, especially those who try to slip him love potion. Likewise, David isn’t above a bit of jealousy either.

9) Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

They both do it to each other in private, blushing is guaranteed at the very least.

Love

3) Who uses cheesy pick up lines?

David, Merula usually rolls her eyes playfully at them. Though a favourite of hers is “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

9) Who’s more protective?

I’d say Merula being the one who openly defied her family to protect him though while David knows she can handle herself, he would absolutely destroy anyone who so much as harmed a hair on her head.

11) What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

... I’ll be completely honest, I’ve never actually thought of that 😅 I’m gonna have to get back to you on this one.

Domestic Life

2) What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

Oh it’s extravagant, befitting of a rising name in the Quidditch world marrying a similarly-renowned Curse-Breaker. David’s father, step-family and his mother attend. As do all of his friends from Hogwarts, Rowan is his “Best Man”.

7) Who kills the bugs in the house?

David tends to catch and release the bugs, Merula has stared down Needle and frequently came into contact with bugs on her curse-breaking ventures, finding them in the home doesn’t really phase her unless they’re causing damage.

9) Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

I think after everything that goes down, both suffer from nightmares occasionally, usually the other stays up with them until they come back to bed, no matter how long it takes.

David x Erika (WillowsRath)

A/N: Let’s just say this is an AU where David and Merula don’t get together.

5) Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Erika did on account of having already let him down gently though couldn’t deny her protege was starting to look quite handsome after his fourth year...

6) If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

(Erika’s sixth year (David’s fourth))

“Yeah right, I’ve already told David he’s a sweet lad. He’ll make someone happy but it’s not going to be me.

*One year later*

Erika: ...Fuck.

General

1) Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Erika did shortly before she graduated as both were going into Quidditch they knew it would be complicated to get together so they held off on it publicly but wanted to keep a relationship up in secret.

3) What was their first kiss like?

In same meeting as Erika initiating the relationship. It was just the two of them in the changing room, away from prying eyes. They had a bit of a heart-to-heart about the future and Erika just went for it. Though honestly shocked, David leaned into the kiss.

5) What’s their height difference? Age difference?

David is 5′11′’ by his sixth year and Erika is 5′10′’, so just an inch. Erika is two years older than David.

8) Who gets jealous easier?

Erika occasionally but she tends not to let it show, David however will snake an arm around her waist if he knows she’s getting jealous.

Love

1) Who said “I love you.” first?

They both did in private but after retiring from Quidditch at the same time (David was 28, Erika was 30), it was Erika who proudly declared she was in love with David Willows.

5) Who initiates kisses?

David is more likely to do it in public, Erika prefers kissing him in private.

12) What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

David just calls her “Rath” mostly because it sounds cool, she in turn will just call him “Willows.”

Domestic Life

1) If they get married, who proposes?

David is the one who proposes to Erika after they make their relationship public. Without any potential scandal from two quidditch players on rival teams being together (David on the Wasps, Erika on the Harpies), they’ve had enough of skiving around and dodging The Daily Prophet so they go the whole nine yards in announcing their relationship.

2) What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

In contrast to their status as sport stars, they had a very simple ceremony, only inviting close friends and family.

10) Who’s the better cook?

David is by a long shot, though that’s not to say Erika hasn’t tried and usually the result has been good.

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #david willows #merula snyde #erika rath #merula x mc #erika x mc #willowsnyde #willowsrath

[decadentenemyturtle]

Take a change!

Summary: What is breavery for Dwalin? Taking head on hundreds and hundreds of orcs, protecting his king, kin and friends. Aye, no problem. Or, how about asking your One on a date and to court her? Yeah. Sure. NOPE!

Pairing: Dwalin x OC (Ella)

Words: 1,331

Warnings: Fluff, if ye concider that as a worning. Bad writing of mine. Typo’s.

Author’s note: This is my first fanfic of my “Give me two character’s and I’ll choce which one I’d rather date” , the challege found in here.

Dwalin, son of Fundin, brother of Balin, soon-to-be Lord of Moria, and best friend of Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain. Dwalin was a dwarf who was named as a greatest warrior of his time, head of the king's bodyguard's and a captain of the king's army, who was known of his breavery and many things he had done, even before reclaiming the Lonely Mountainh alongside with his king and best friend. There were written many stories and sung many songs of his adventures and breavery long before the company of Thorin Oakenshield reclaimed the Lonely Mountain, and even more so after the cursed Mountain had been reclaimed.

All and all, Dwalin was brave, smart (even if many didn't believe it), calm and strong dwarf. He knew it. Thorin knew it. Balin knew it. Ella knew it. The whole company knew it. Mahal, ANYONE who knew Dwalin also knew how brave he was.

Now, however, many questioned of his breavery. Even Dwalin himself.

And mainly because he didn't dare to ask to court his One.

"She has had many dwarves and men from Dale 'n Esgaroth asking 'er hand for courting, even for a marriage" Bofur said simply, sitting on a bench as lazily as he could, pipe on his other hand. Next to him was sitting his cousin, Bifur, nodding seriously, agreeing with his cousin. 

"Aye, just yeste'day I had tae chase some rathe' too keen suitor on 'is way, even when miss Ella clearly said that she did not want tae court 'im" Ori sighed. Dwalin looked at the young dwarf and wanted to clap his back. The young scrible had gotten so much breaver over the four year they had lived in Erebor. And then the sinking feeling set back on his heart again, because he realized that even this sweet, young Ori had mustered up his courage to ask his One, Casver, to a courtship. Their wedding was going to be in August, only few months away.

"I 'eard that there's an elf, who had been taken an intrest in Ella. It's not likely that he'd ask to court - and mainly because she's not af elf, but ya never know" Kíli said, setting his full tankard on the table. When the prince had sat down, he threw an look to Dwalin. And Dwalin felt the anger and panic rice. Because he knew that Kíli would know of these things - whatever they were rumours or not - because of his courtship with that Tauriel, who in turn would hear the rumor's and all from her kingdom from her friend's.

"What are ye so afraid of, old friend? Ye know ye have nothing tae lose if ye just ask her" Gloin asked. Dwalin looked down at his tankard and sighed. What he had to lose? Everything. His love for Ella, his heart, his life, his dreams including her. But then again, if she said yes, wouldn't his life be better? Wouldn't he be happy? And, he would be with the one he loved. Wasn't that what he dreamed of? Ori and Gloin both glaimed that their life was better after they started to court their One. So, drinking the tankard empty and slamming it to the table, Dwalin stood up and left the tavern.

"She should still be in the library!" Ori shouted after him. However did the lad even know, where he was going? Dwalin wondered.

  Dwalin found her from the library, just like Ori had told him. She sat over her workdesk and wrote something down on the perchment. As Dwalin walked closer, ever so slowly, he felt his heart leap to his throat and then drop to his stomach. He felt his palms sweat and he wanted to throw up. Mahal, he couldn't do this!

And just then, when Dwalin thought about turnin and leaving, Ella's eyes rose from the perchment to meet his grey ones. And the world seemed to stop. For a second she looked surprised and then she smiled, and her green eyes seemed to lit up in the candle's light.

"Dwalin! How long have you been there? I didn't hear you come in" she said, smiling. Dwalin let out a long and tortued sigh, and walked nearer the desk, still leaving full meter between himself and Ella. "Please don't say that Ori or Balin send you. Because I SWEAR I'm almost done with this" she kept on talking, nodding towards the table, when Dwalin found himself unable to open his mouth and speak. When her eyes turned back to Dwalin from the perchment, Dwalin mustered to smile her a little and shake his head.

"Nae, lass, that's not why am here, although Ori gave me an hint where ye might be" he managed to answer. Ella's brow rose and she let out a little 'Oh' before she set her pen down.

"Sooo, you.... were looking for me?" She asked. When Dwalin nodded, she turned fully on him to, turning a little nervous, Dwalin noted. And suddenly it was hard to talk, again. On the way here Dwalin had played few scenario's over his head, how this all would go on, what he should say and how he should say it, how Ella would possibly react and what she would possibly do and say. But now he found out that he couldn't say any of those things he had concidered saying. When he had stayed quiet for far too long, Ella tilted her head slightly and looked even more cocnerned than before. And Dwalin didn't like it. This all was going wrong.

"Is everything alright? Has... someone died, or...?" Ella asked carefully, her worried eyes studying Dwalin feature's. And now Dwalin knew he had already fucked up. Quickly he shook his head and tried then explain how he needed to tell her something. But when he still strugled to tell her the words he needed to, Ella rose from the chair and took the few steps to stand in front of him. And when she took his hand in hers, Dwalin could feel his brains turning off completly, even more so when he could smell the fainth honey and ginger from her. And, then, well... Things just kind of happened.... Because Dwalin didn't want Ella to think that something bad had happened and he wanted her to knwo how he felt and everything got mixed up in his brains and....

".... Would ye concider of marrying me?" he asked, not realising rightaway that he had asked the wrong question, and when he did, his face fell and started to turn red. And when he saw the surprised look on Ella's face, he felt his heart sink. She would say no. He looked down, not bearing to look at her beautiful face. And then, after a few quiet moment, she chuckled. She found this amusing, and would say no. That was the last nail to the coffin, Dwalin tought. He had fucked things up, because he couldn't think straight or speak normally, and now he felt his heart break and he would have to leave form Erebor because he couldn't looke at Ella anymore without thinking of his stubidity and he really wanted to cr...

Dwalin's train of thought was stopped by a kiss on his cheek. He lifted his suddenly misty eyes to meet Ella's green ones. She was smiling, and even blushing.

"Me thinks that... before a marriage we should court first, aye?" she asked and Dwalin felt a little light of hope arise in his chest.

"Aye" he answered. At this, Ella looked down shyly and after she had taken a deep breath, she looked back up with a small smile.

"So, would you concider courting me first and asking me to marry you a little later on?" she asked, her cheeks turning more pink. And for a first time, maybe ever, Dwalin claimed to knew what happines was.

"Aye, love, aye. I'd like that" Dwalin answered, then pressing his forehead against Ella's.

#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #dwalin #dwalin x original character

[spaceskam]

Moirai (6/7)

I could link all the separate parts right here but I’m lazy so here’s an ao3 link

ao3

She was beautiful.

Michael had seen his mother only once before, but he would notice her anywhere. And, seeing her now, she was beautiful. She was standing beside a man who was fully clad in armor, his hair cropped short in tight curls. He looked like Michael: same nose, same jaw, yet much taller. That must be his father. In front of them was another couple, both of them regal in long robes and crowns.

“This is not something you can say no to, Mara,” the man in the crown said sternly towards his mother. Mara. What a pretty name.

“This is my child, I can say no to it if I so please!” she snapped right back, not seeming to care she was yelling at someone who was clearly royalty. His father put his hand on her back and gave her a look.

“Mara,” he said calmly, his voice low and comforting, “You know what you were agreeing to when you married me.”

“I married you before there was a war destroying our planet!” She stepped away from him. “I agreed to this when I thought it might turn out alright! But that was five years ago and now I’m saying no. My baby,” she said as she placed a hand on her stomach, glaring at them all, “My baby is just that. A baby. I understand you need a Keeper, I understand it’s tradition to use the General’s firstborn, but circumstances are different. Get an adult to dedicate their life protecting your child. Antar is chaos, I will not sacrifice my child for yours.”

“Mara,” the woman in the crown‒she must be the queen‒said as she stepped forward, “We’ve discussed this.”

“My Queen,” Mara said sharply, allowing her to link their hands together, “It was different before. This is my son we’re discussing, my child we’re putting in harm's way the moment he takes his first breath.”

“Our son,” the queen corrected. The men in the room seemed to instinctively turn their focus away and the women grew closer, foreheads touching and grasping each other by the elbows. They contrasted greatly: his mother was so pale and the queen was so dark. “And our daughter. They will have us and they will have each other. He won’t completely take his status as Keeper until he’s much older. He will be alright, I swear to it.”

The women stared, eyes having a conversation no one outside of the two of them could understand. They grew closer and closer as their conversation settled. The Queen placed gentle fingers under his mother’s chin and they shared an openmouthed kiss. The men continued to keep their eyes away.

“Alright, Xel, alright.”

-

“I will see you again.”

“And I will see you.”

His mother and father were standing close, nose to nose. She was much more obviously pregnant now, a pretty purple silk dress draping over her and making it look classy. She always looked classy. A spaceship was behind them, large and encompassing. They were standing at the edge of the ramp.

“The nearest planet with oxygen in the atmosphere is in a different solar system. I don’t know how long it’ll take, I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” he said. His mother smiled.

“I know,” she said, “I’m the one who found it.” He rolled his eyes and gave out the first smile he’d ever shown.

“I remember, you navigated the entire path after being obsessed for weeks.”

“I was obsessed with finding a place for our son to grow up that wasn’t set on destroying him,” she corrected. He nodded with a sigh, lifting his head enough to kiss her head and then her lips. “I’ll miss you every day you’re gone.”

“And I’ll miss you.”

“Take care of our son,” he added softly, “My little Rath.” She placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away tears from his eyes.

“And you take care of our planet.”

When they parted ways, Mara stepped up the ramp and towards where Queen Xel was waiting for her. They shared sad little smiles and entered the ship further. Both were holding back tears of their own.

“Do you think they’ll survive with just the two of them?” Queen Xel asked, one hand going to her own stomach and the other going to hold Mara’s.

“I know Heinar plans to stay with your King while we’re gone. I think it’ll be good for them,” Mara whispered to her, leading her to the only secluded room on the ship. Everyone else was sharing bunks for the time being. All until they could make it somewhere safe.

“Do you? I recall they either only plot how to destroy their enemies or fuck when they’re around each other,” Xel joked once she closed the door, bumping shoulders with the other woman. Mara wiped her cheeks of the last of her tears as she smiled over to Xel.

“Are we any better?” she asked. Xel moved closer, gently reaching out to grab her hips. Empty giggles filled the room at the fact that they could only get so close with their stomachs in the way. The room shook as the ship prepared to take off for a new world.

“Of course we are. We aren’t destroying anyone,” she said, sighing, “But I will miss them terribly for it.”

They met together in a kiss, Mara pushing Xel’s long, dark hair over her shoulder. The kiss grew deeper and they moved closer towards the large encompassing bed.

His mother’s hand slid the straps off the queen’s dress off her shoulders.

-

“What are you telling me?”

Mara had tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, standing close with a man who was dressed in all blue. The back of his shirt said ‘medic’ in a language Michael shouldn’t have been able to read. He looked sympathetic.

“The baby is alright, but our Queen… She’s lost too much blood,” he said softly.

“Well then give her mine.” Mara’s voice was more intense than it’d ever been.

“You aren’t a match and you know that,” he sighed. She shook her head, a sob breaking through the quiet hall. “I’m sorry. She doesn’t have much time left.”

“Why can’t we put her in a stasis pod?” she demanded. He made a face.

“Those are for the children.”

“We can make an exception for our Queen!”

“Master…”

“This isn’t how it was supposed to go,” Mara cried, “We were supposed to take care of them together, we were supposed to find our way back home together. This is wrong.” She stood for a moment with the man just hovering, wondering what to do. Eventually, she looked back to him. “Take me to her.”

“Master, she’s‒”

“Take me to her! I will not have our Queen die alone.”

He folded quickly, leading her into the room where Queen Xel was laying on a table. Her normally deep bronze skin was dangerously pale and she was badly cleaned up of the blood. Mara ignored it all, leaning over the table and caressing her cheek. Her eyes dragged open slowly, using her last bits of strength to be with Mara.

“Where is she?” she asked. Mara smiled sadly, holding back tears with an unparalleled level of success.

“Till is in the other room, they’re cleaning her up,” she responded softly. Xel nodded, breathing slow and ragged. “I don’t know what to tell your King when I see him again.”

Xel smiled sleepily. “Tell him I love him.”

“I will, you know I will,” Mara insisted, grabbing her hand and pressing it to her lips, “Gods, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was only going to survive this trip because I had you. Now I won’t have you or Heinar and… I’ll have two children.” She breathed in through her nose, trying to keep calm.

“Not forever. Heinar is the strongest man in the galaxy. He’ll make it safe again.”

Mara moved forward, pressing a kiss to Xel’s lips and then to her cheek. She nuzzled up close to her as her breathing slowed.

“Promise me,” Xel said softly, “Promise me he’ll still be her Keeper.”

“Why, of all things, do you want to speak of‒”

“Mara, promise me,” she said.  Mara sniffled, raising her head.

“I promise.”

-

“Are you sure this won’t hurt them?”

“They’ll barely even feel it.”

Mara hesitantly handed the medic the small baby in her arms. Rath was wrapped in a silk purple blanket that the medic promptly removed, laying him on the table where Till was. She was bigger than him, though not by too much. Beside the table that held them was a smaller table covered in syringes.

He ushered Mara out of the room.

One syringe is used to extract blood from little baby Rath’s arm, instantly causing him to cry. It was then mixed in with a solution that caused it to glow bright red. He repeated the same with Till into a different beaker with presumably the same solution. Everything was all nicely labeled in that same language.

With two crying children on the table, the medic turned around. He added a clear, thick liquid to each beaker of blood. It seemed to bring the blood to life, a very soft hum filling the room aside from the crying. He took a syringe labeled with Till's name and filled it with the living blood from Rath's body. Once it was injected into her, she stopped crying. The medic repeated the steps with the opposite blood and opposite child until it was silent.

The medic proceeded to take them into a different room to test them, poking and prodding until their powers became prevalent. He made sure they'd swapped, or, actually, shared whatever their original power was.

Till levitated along with Rath when they were shown toys, both being brought down with a gentle hand on their bellies. Rath and Till both were able to produce fire when jabbed too many times with a pencil, both being doused with a spray bottle.

The testing went on for a while until they stopped producing flames and stopping levitating literally everything they could. After that was finalized, they were brought back to Mara.

The medic explained that they would both be telekinetic and pyrokinetic, though the pyrokinetic part was a later-in-life gift in the royal lineage. They could take pills to activate it earlier, but it was best to wait until it either showed on its own or they were old enough to search for it. Mara looked more than a little overwhelmed.

It quickly switched to a different, darker room.

"And you're sure?" the medic asked.

"I have no choice," Mara said, teary-eyed and irritated with a baby strapped to her chest, "He's too young and I'm still navigator of this ship. This is what's best for them both."

Til was placed inside of the pod.

-

"What does that mean?"

Mara smiled at the little boy beside her. He couldn't be older than 4, head full of curls that spiraled past his shoulders and eyes that looked entranced. They were both sitting criss-cross in front of the pod.

"It means your life is dedicated to her," Mara said softly, "You're here to protect her, but she's here to protect you too. You're linked in your mind and in your blood."

"Wow."

"I know."

"Well, why's she in there?" Rath asked, pointed to the baby floating in the colorful pod. Mara breathed slowly.

"Because the time isn't right. Once we find our new home, we'll take her out and we'll all work together to figure everything out, okay?" she said. Rath reached his hand out for his mother, eyes never leaving the pod.

"What if we don't land?" Her face dropped at the ominous tone he'd used.

"Why do you say that, baby?"

He blinked, eyelashes stroking the curls that hung down and he didn't bother moving. Not right now, not when there was something far more distracting.

"Forever's not real," he said instead. She stared at him for a moment before combing his hair away from his eyes.

"Well, if we never land, you'll know when to get to her. She'll call you when you need her most. You'll feel it in your mind," she said and kissed the top of his head. He leaned into her when she did.

"Are you gonna be there?"

"I hope so, baby, I hope so."

-

"It's okay, baby, it's okay."

But it wasn't okay. If it was okay, Mara wouldn't be crying. There wouldn't be sirens. People wouldn't be flooding the room with other kids.

"Stay!" Rath said, feeding off the panic in the room. He didn't seem to know what was happening, only that he should be scared like everyone else.

"I'm going to be right here, you just need to go into the pod, okay? It's safer in there," she promised but there were tears in her eyes and she looked terrified.

"I don't wanna!"

"Baby, you have to," she said, "They need me to help. You know Mama helps everybody know where to go and I can't do that when I'm worrying about you. So please just listen to me."

He clung to her, refusing. He wanted to stay with her. She peeled him off, grabbing the small backpack that was on her shoulder.

"If you can't find me when you come out, everything you need is in here, okay? It's going to be right outside your pod," she said softly. It only scared him more.

"You said you were staying!"

"I am, baby, I am! This is just in case because I don't want you to be scared."

He was a crying mess, fighting her all the while she covered him in silver with shaky hands. She kissed his head one last time as she held him, letting him kick and scream at her.

"I love you so much. I'll see you before you know it. You'll blink and I'll be there. I swear to you. I love you," she insisted, repeating the three words over and over even as she pushed him into stasis against his will.

She stared at him for a moment, breathing slow and regulated as she calmed herself down. She eventually got that hardened look on her face, one that said business, and she pulled her hair back.

"I'll see you before you know it, Rath."

Mara turned on her heel, walking swiftly with determination through waves of people until she entered the control room. A man in a captain's uniform turned to face her.

"Master, there's no stopping it. We're going to crash," he said, his face as stern as hers but his eyes weren't nearly as trained.

"I know," she said, "And when we do, if we survive, whoever approaches us, you tell them I'm captain." He looked shocked.

"Why would I–"

"I'm the reason we entered this atmosphere, I will take the brunt of whatever comes," she said sternly, managing to stand still even as other crew members wobbled with the force of the ship.

"But I'm in charge," he tried.

"I am the wife of the man saving your planet and I am the Keeper of your King, you will listen to me." Her voice didn't leave room for arguing.

They ship crashed the ground with a force that left several dead and multiple others injured. She instructed anyone who was able to move the children as best they could away from the site. She made sure she knew exactly where they put her son and made sure he wasn't alone.

When the people of Earth arrived, a man in structured clothing approached her after being told she was Captain. He had sharp features and a handsome smile. She didn't buy into it, not when they began rounding up her people around her like cattle.

"Hello, Captain," he said in a language she hadn't studied since school.

She kept her chin high and her mouth sealed.

"I'm General Manes. It's a pleasure to meet you."

-

Michael gasped.

#malex #malex fic #moirai #HERE IT BE

[darrowsrising]

HowlerPod interview with Pierce Brown:

Howler Rule No. 3: Never make fun of someone who shat their suit. 

A couple he married is still together and the Seattle leg tour is done in a church, so Pierce Brown thinks the Church of Darrow might really happen (sign me the fuck up, I’m worshipping Reaper since ‘I would have lived in peace, but my enemies brought me war.’)

He could never blame his dog, Eo, for anything. His rug can smell of piss and he would blame himself.

He wrote all the povs independently and then pieced them together.

He cosiders DarkAge the best book in the series and if you disagree, that’s fine, fuck you!

He had to write four chapters in three day, roughly 70 pages, because he realised he had gaps and he pulled all-nighters to meet the deadline. He said it the deadline was hard not to respect, because you can’t push a book 3 times, unless you are George R. R. Martin. Btw, GRRM’s Dance of Dragons is what got him to write: he pre-ordered the book three times and didn’t know, so he ended up with 3 copies plus the one he bought from the bookstore.

He said Mustang is the best (so, haters can eat their hearts out for all I care) and he loves her dialogue with Holiday, she’s just so sharp (he says he is bragging here, but he ain’t wrong). Creating her voice was interesting to him, as until now we see her as a projection of Darrow. The hesitation and difficulty he had about doing her pov was ‘can I do her justice?’, because she is a cypher, an enigma, she’s never been explained. 

His best friend says he doesn’t trust her, says ‘she shady, man’ and that he suspected her that she was going to kill Darrow and take over the Society and didn’t trust her until Morning Star ended. Pierce was like’I guess she didn’t...wasn’t up to anything...’.

To Pierce there are three ways to seeing Mustang: 

1 .expectations;

2. Darrow’s perspective;

3. how she sees herself; which isn’t an actual representation of herself, because that’s how we are, we don’t really see ourselves, we are biased, we’re insecure, we’re trapped in this echo-chamber of self-doubt. 

She, on the other hand, is a living, breathing character who has these self-doubts, but she’s a hottie (it was a thing Erin commented about her, that she’s a hottie, but the smartest person in the room and Pierce said she’s a hottie, but not condescending at the same time) and has all this wisdom, but is well aware of her motality and the things her father thought her. Which is sometimes contradictory as Nero often disobeyed his own rules.

For Mustang’s pov, he took away Darrow’s perspective and minded only her reflection of herself as well as what others think of her and juggled both. She is mindful of who she is and what people think about her which was interesting, because Darrow doesn’t give a fuck about what people say about him. And that’s part of the problem, but also part of who he really is.

People want to blame Darrow for shit, but Golds...there can be many people in a room, but when Darrow enters, everybody takes a step back. (Proud Howler right here!)

Apollonius au Valii-Rath, the Minotaur of Motherfucking Mars. (Yes, he said that!)

No, he has no idea how he created him. Apollonius never gets his dialogue edited. His grandiloquence is part of the show and just so fun to write. He gets to mess with a bad version of a Paradise Lost dialogue, from sentence structure to getting Apple to refer to himself in first, second and third person. The guy is a madman, but also so dangerous, because he has that mania behind his eyes. He’s also the guy that speaks three inches from your nose: ‘Wow,why are you so close?’ and Apple is like ‘Do you fear intimacy?’ (he said it in a cool af voice, just go listen to the podcast Pixies, I’m doing this for posterity). Pierce Brown’s favourite scenes include Apollonius at the feast table. He sometimes listens to violin concertos when he writes him. Someone asked him if he’s also naked while writing and listening and he says ‘how else do you think I write?’. The FedEx guy knows by now when he writes an Apollonius chpater. He can write Apollonius faster than most his characters because he is ridiculous and insane and doesn’t have to second guess himself. Apple just want to be the apex hunter of his world, the apex killer. He wants his legend to live on and his vendettas are good, but he’s never scheming, his motives are out there, while everyone else is scheming.

When it comes to death of the characters, he’s trying to strip away plot-armour. He also thinks it’s funny every now and then. But honestly he tries to make the world scarier, making the reader terrified. He also tries to balance it, not make it like No Country for Old Men hardcore and non-romantic endings. 

1. He loves Darrow, he wants to keep him alive

2. He wants to see him mince shite. (at least that’s what I heard, deal with it)

3. He wants to deal with his guilt complex.

4. He needs his story to go on

So Darrow has a bit of a plot armor, but the rest don’t, at least not to the same degree. Some survive really bad stuff, but that’s because this story is one that doesn’t take itself too seriously, he hopes.

He’s like ‘Go away!’ at people who talk about Darrow’s plot armor.( Someone needs to cut that part and send it to me as a gift for whatever occassion you can imagine. Because SAME!!!) Because he compensates by ptting him through hell (that the smmary of it, just go listen to the episode, you’ll love it)

MY QUESTION GOT ASKED FIRST!!! VALIDATION!!!

Howler Questions:

How do you rank Darrow in a top 50 razor fighters of all time?

He said this one is hard, but as his characters get better, this pops up a lot. It gets to a point where these guys can either get lucky or they might slip, make a risky move or mess up and lose. If they try something their master said not to do they can either lose or get lucky.

Darrow could lose to Lorn in his prime, but otherwise he might get him. Especially in 0 gravity, as Darrow is better in 0 gravity. Sevro is probably the best in 0 gravity as he could invert gravity, but there are characters in DA that can also do that. 

There was a laziness to a degree, a formality to dueling, because they were in a  period of peace. This new generation was raised in war, so now everyone is better, everyone knows their stuff. Everyone knows Darrow knows the Willow Way and because of that everyone practices fighting the curved blade. DArrow has to change up his razror style, he himself has to change, because his enemies expect his stuff now.

Right now, if Iron Gold!Darrow or Dark Age!Darrow would fight Aja (Morning Star), they’d probably kill each other. Aja was 60 or 50 in Morning Star, she just looks younger, because Golds. Octavia is over 110 and Lorn is pretty well over that age too.

Another question (not by me): What advice woul you give your teenage self?

Don’t be afraid to be weird.

Last Howler question: did you ever wrote charcters after people you don;t like and did you kill them?

No, because he writes books that go out of this world. He thinks there are better worlds out there than this one, even if they are terrible. And he thinks that the best way to deal with his enemies is to forget them.

Random thing that I found interesting:

If there was an olympics for everyday things, he’d get a medal at:

Cooking. He cooks anything italian, provecial french cuisine, he knows Julia Child books cover to cover...

Also at spoiling his dog.

His favourite Pixar movie was Up and he cried only when the dog slipped into the house and said ‘because I love you’. Otherwise he doesn’t cry at Pixar movies.

He cried do at Legend of the Fall when Brad Pitt comes home to find out his dad had a stroke.

He assumed he was the ArchPrimus of the whole series.

He’s into the book Rubicon by Tom Holland and The Boys on Amazon Prime.

He asked HowlerPod what are they into these days and Ben said The Boys too, but Erin said Dark Age. The she asked if that is alright or too on the eye, but Pierce said ‘Ben why didn’t you said that. Traitors comes from the front.’ But Erin admitted she was buttering him up in order to get some recipes from him.

Great interview! Also, my 2 seconds of fame! Thank you HowlerPod for this amazing interview!

Hail Howler 1!

Here’s a link: https://www.howlerpod.com/

#pierce brown #howler pod #red rising trilogy #iron gold trilogy

[planetsam]

Prompt: Alex & Rath AU continuation where they have that talk they were meant to have, please.

Follow up to this: HERE. Because apparently having Astrea going on ao3 isn’t enough to stop me from continuing Alex and Rath in this format if I’m prompted. 

His top three mornings on Antar are the first, the day after they win, and the one where he wakes up with Alex in his arms. 

Alex is cool against him. When he was a kid he always dreamed that one day he’d have a place where he could be with Alex and not have to worry. Now that it’s here he’s almost afraid of it. If he breathes too loudly or moves to quick will it break? His fingers almost tremble as he touches Alex’s skin. The last time he was tan from the sun. Now he’s paler. But Alex is the same, same warm tone but cool skin. Michael traces along the cuts of muscle and the new scars. He’s adapted to the Antar mindset and each of Alex’s scars fill him with pride and awe at his survival. A soft huff of laughter draws his eyes up as he skims his fingers over a line on Alex’s hipbone. Alex is awake, watching him. Michael flattens his hand and puts them level again.

“Morning,” he says. Alex smiles, “how was sleeping for twelve hours?”

“Not as amazing as the wakeup,” Alex say with a smile that Michael swears he feels in his toes. He kisses Alex slow and soft, taking the time to feel every languid slide of their mouths and hands. Alex makes a low sound of encouragement, but there’s none of the tension or desperation that he usually exhibits after, “but I have to file my debrief,” he says. Michael drops his head to his collar bone with a groan that makes Alex laugh, “I’m sorry!”

“Why is it when I get cockblocked it’s by the US military?” He demands, no actual anger in his tone. Alex pushes his curls from his forehead and Michael leans into the touch.

“I guess you’re just that special,” he says.

Michael flops over as Alex gets out of bed. Michael watches as he slides on his leg and then grabs the dark robe. He fastens it easily and gets up, managing to wear it more naturally than Michael is sure he’s pulled off. Ever. Even though he was literally made to be in those robes. There’s also the fact that Alex is wearing it commando and only they know which, again, might be the best use of those robes ever. He watches as Alex gets up and goes over to his bag, pulling out a slim laptop and a pair of spectacles. 

He’s definitely trying to kill him, Michael decides watching him put them on and begin to work. Michael groans loudly until Alex tears his eyes from the computer. Michael props his head up on his hand and looks at him. Alex considers him for a moment and then picks up the laptop, coming back over. Michael tries to look as innocent as he possibly can. Alex looks at him steadily before getting back into bed, on top of the covers.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns.

Michael holds up his hands, he isn’t denying distracting him crossed his mind but hey if it gets Alex on the bed he’s willing to behave. Or at least try to. At the very least though he’s willing to get up and make them both coffee or the Antar equivalent. It’s when he’s out of bed that there is a knock on the door. Michael’s eyes narrow and he grabs his robe with his powers, flinging it on. Apparently it’s commando day in this part of the palace. When he opens the door though, he’s suprised to see Isobel standing there looking almost nervous. She fidgets slightly with her fingers. Isobel and fidgeting are two things that don’t go together and alarm bells go off in Michael’s head.

“I need to talk to you,” she says.

“Is this about Alex?” He asks.

“Sort of—“ Michael turns as Alex bolts up from the bed. Isobel peers around the corner and her face falls, “damn,” she mutters.

“What’s going on?” Michael questions, stepping aside so she can come into the room.

“It got out Alex came back here,” she says, “people are questioning the peace treaty and if he was a double agent,” she explains, looking at Alex apologetically, “they’ve already locked down the portal.”

“What?!” Michael says.

“They think you seduced him during the talks.”

“That’s insane,” Michael says, “he seduced me way before then—“

He turns to see Alex sitting looking completely horrified. Michael thinks anyone whose accusing Alex of not doing his job is out of their fucking minds. But Alex is in a far more complicated position. Michael goes over to where he’s sitting on the bed, lost in his own thoughts and drops next to him, making sure their legs touch. That at least startles Alex enough for him to look at him and Michael grabs his hands, ignoring the way Alex stiffens in surprise.

“Look at me,” he says, “no-one knows the whole story. We can explain what happened,” he says, “and why the idea of these not being legit is completely insane,” he cups Alex’s cheek, desperate to get him to focus anywhere but his miserable thoughts, “You’re not a traitor. We know that and someone else does too or they would just throw this thing out. We just gotta tell them about high school—“

“You seduced me,” Alex cuts in.

“Huh?” Michael says.

“You seduced me,” Alex repeats, “you played the guitar for me.”

“In the shed you invited me to camp out in,” Michael says.

“I was being nice!”

“So was I,” Michael protests.

“Okay!” Isobel cuts them off, “this is nauseatingly cute but it’s not good,” she says, “I’m sorry, but if you two do this fling it’s not going to help. If you break up—“

“Hey!” Michael cuts in, “we’re not—“ he looks at Alex.

“We haven’t been on an official date,” he explains, “this was a surprise trip on my part, I got swept up in the moment—“ 

“Clearly trying to seduce me again,” Michael cuts in, earning a nudge from Alex, “we’ve been out though, slapping a title on it doesn’t change that right?”

Alex looks at him dryly.

“I can see why you think i seduced you,” He says and continues past Michael’s feigned outrage, “What are you suggesting?”

“Something slightly more serious,” isobel says.

Michael stares at her. She cannot possibly be suggesting what he thinks she might be suggesting.  He looks at Alex. Alex is a solider, a warrior. He thinks that them both being in Antarian robes is the most Alex has been out of the closet in a long, long time. Alex isn’t immediately refuting the ludicrous idea which means its on him.

“No. Absolutely not. We are not getting fake married for the peace of two worlds.”

“Married?!” Alex says.

“I was thinking engaged,” Isobel says, “arranged marriages are common here. Technically Michael and I were in an arranged marriage. We just didn’t get married, but we didn’t date before we were engaged.”

He opens his mouth to deny this is ever going to happen, when he realizes the same denial isn’t coming from the man sitting next to him on the bed. Alex looks stricken but he hasn’t immediately shot the idea down. He looks at Isobel and then at Alex and then gets up. 

“Get out,” he says.

“Excuse me?” Isobel demands. 

“Get out I need to talk to Alex,” he says. 

Isobel rolls her eyes but leaves. Michael smiles just slightly as he turns around. He may have always wanted to kick a sibling out of his room because he had a boy over. This boy, to be precise. Or man. Who is sitting there with his most concentrated face. 

“So, uh, I can call her off,” Michael says, “or, we could do it,” he looks at him, “this kind of feels like an ‘us’ discussion,” he hesitates and then continues shyly, “you didn’t say no.”

Alex hangs his head, rubbing his face. He’s right, he didn’t say no. He wouldn’t say no. Their relationship has been so fraught with miscommunication that he knows him being there in robes on Michael’s bed will be less than him objecting.  He looks at Michael who looks stricken but also hopeful. Alex wonders briefly  if the universe is stacked against them, if there’s any point to fighting it like this. But one look at Michael and he has the answer to that.

“I didn’t come back here for the world,” he says, “I came back here for you.”

“But—“ Michael swallows, “marriage?”

“Engagement,” Alex says, “we would date while we were engaged,” he continues, “I’d have to learn the customs of this place—“ he trails off at Michael’s stunned look, “we could be engaged for a while,” he finishes.

“Yeah,” Michael says.

“That’s what dating is working towards anyways right?” He continues, “seeing if you want to marry someone.”

Ten years ago that wasn’t an option on earth. He looks at Michael.

“Can we get married here?” He asks tentatively, wondering if this is over before it’s begun. 

“Oh, yeah, I wrote that into the constitution for  us,” Michael says.

“Ha ha,” Alex replies sarcastically, “seriously though—“ he trails off as Michael looks at him calmly, “you’re not kidding.” 

Michael shakes his head.

“Did you pick out a ring too?” Alex asks and there’s no sarcasm in his voice.

“I wouldn’t dare,” Michael says, “come on.”

He grabs Alex’s hand and leads him to the wall. He steps through and Alex follows him into a dark and cool passage. Several scanners inspect Michael and then let him continue. This place is cool and it’s made of an odd dark purple stone that flickers with light Alex can’t pinpoint the location of. Mostly because Michael is setting a brisk pace and brings him to the dead end. His hand glows red and he presses it to the wall. It vanishes to reveal a gilded door, the rosy gold bright warm in the passage. Michael opens it and pulls him inside. Alex used to like jewelry but it was costume jewelry.

This is definitely not.

It’s the Antar Crown Jewels and there are a lot of them. The purple stone turns rainbow and reflects everything, making the room seem like it’s a geode. There’s crowns and ornaments and if Liz ever seals the deal with Max she is never going to have to buy jewelry again. He recognizes a few pieces Isobel has worn and a few crowns Max has as well. Michael leads him to a section that has a lot of achingly beautiful weapons and ceremonial armor. Michael stops and turns to him.

“This is my section,” he says, “there’s not a lot of rings but I’m sure Max and Iz don’t mind if you wanna look,” he says and brings him over, “it doesn’t have to be a ring but in context—“

Alex looks at the rings. Michael turns away so Alex can’t read his reactions. Alex feels a rush of annoyance and affection towards him as he turns back to the bands. Two stick out at him though, a narrow band of obsidian and an equally narrow one of coppery gold. He picks them up and stands in front of Michael. Surprise goes to happiness and then to something else. Michael’s eyes go bright. 

“What?” Alex asks.

“Which one?” Michael counters and Alex takes his hand and slides the black one up his finger. Michael looks at it and then takes the coppery one, carefully sliding up his finger. Alex looks at him curiously, “this was my grandfathers,” he says holding up his own hand. His gaze softens, “that was my mom’s.”

Alex opens his mouth to offer to give it back but Michael bends and kisses the back of his hand, like this is where it belongs and Alex closes his mouth.

****

Alex comes out of the bathroom wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“The last time someone found out about us, they broke your hand with a hammer and started a war,” Alex says.

Michael softens and his lips quirk up.

“So it’s not being engaged to me?”

Alex picks the insecurity in his eyes and crosses the room. He’s sick at the thought of the world knowing but he’s dizzy with the notion he can be in front of Michael and take him in his arms. That they can be together. Still, after everything. He’s desperate to make the insecurity go away and the only way he can think to do that is to cup both of Michael’s cheeks and kiss him. Michael hums into the kiss and then goes silent as it turns hungry and passionate. He whimpers and Alex pulls back, waiting for him to open his eyes.

“Being engaged to you is the only thing that makes this worth it,” he swears. 

 “God, what are we doing?” Michael says helplessly and Alex presses his forehead to his.

“What we have to,” Alex says and Michael tenses, “and what we want to,” Alex tells him.

“Don’t be scared,” Michael says and Alex swallows, “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time,” Alex takes a deep breath, “also your dad only got to me because I was pretending to be human,” he points out. 

“Also he’s dead,” Alex adds.

Michael shakes his head. Alex goes to pull back and Michael holds him. Alex can hear the unspoken plea for one more stolen moment and surrenders without a second thought. He kisses Michael on the mouth and pulls back just enough to whisper in the space between them.

“I love you,” He says. Michael inhales sharply and Alex continues, “I can’t say it to the world first. You don’t have to say—“

“I love you too,” Michael cuts in, Alex feels words rushing through him, “Alex,” he says his name and feels Alex tense, “I’ve loved you this whole time.”

Alex makes a noise and Michael pulls him closer, burying his face in Alex’s neck as they hold each other. For the first time since this all started, he doesn’t feel like a monster in a war. He feels like someone who lost something, who has a chance of getting it back. No, he feels like someone who did get it back. He’s spent years watching reunions, envious of those who got to have them. Now he gets it. 

“We have to go,” Alex says regretfully and Michael shakes his head.

“I’m not used to we,” he admits. 

“Me neither,” Alex replies and something cheeky comes into his eyes and he offers his arm, “shall we?”

“Remind me why we’re engaged again?” Michael says, taking his arm. 

****

“So their biggest problem is that we’re both guys?” Michael demands, “that’s it?” He makes a noise of disgust, “What a bunch of morons.” 

Alex is quiet and Michael frowns, lowering the tabloid in favor of looking at Alex who is laying with his head on Michael’s stomach. Deep in thought. Apparently talking about this isn’t going to tug him out of it so Michael searches for the thing that will. 

“At least you look good in the pictures,” he says. 

No response.

“Hey, remember when the biggest issue was that I was a low life?” He says. Alex’s brow furrows, “I guess now you gotta suffer through being with a—and I quote—‘genocidal maniac who likes to take it up the ass’,” he frowns, “I don’t get the correlation.”

“Ugh,” Alex says and grabs the tabloid, throwing it to the side. 

“Not a fan?”

“I can’t believe we’re on all of them,” Alex finally says, breaking his silence, “people didn’t know I was—“ he waves a hand around. Michael tries not to be distracted by the coppery band.

“Gay?”

“In love with the guy I was fighting,” Alex says. 

“Oh,” Michael grins, “right.”

“How are you smiling?” Alex questions, fully grumpy and Michael shrugs. 

“I guess I’m still enamored with you saying that,” he admits. 

Alex looks at him for a long moment before sighing and picking up the tabloid, adjusting his neck against Michael’s stomach. The picture is not one of the official, stiff portraits thank god. Rather it’s of them walking away from the press conference angled towards each other. Alex looks completely dignified and Michael has his head thrown back, laughing at something Alex has said. The next picture is of Alex standing in front of a plane and underneath it says they have the exclusive scoop of his torrid history of canoodling with the enemy. 

“Your scandal would use the word canoodle,” Michael says taking the magazine back.

Alex turns and buries his face in Michael’s stomach with a groan. 

“Can someone else have a scandal?” He pleas.

****

Three days later Max and Liz are caught by the paparazzi mid-smooch and he gets his wish.

****

“Antarian dances are not meant to have two men dancing them,” the man teaching them starts to protest. 

“Well they are now, so let’s figure it out,” Michael says. 

“General Rath,” he begins. 

“God, look, okay there’s already a ton of scandal going on. So if you don’t want to teach then that’s fine,” Michael says, “but I feel like we already crossed the scandal bridge. It’s two dudes dancing together,” he continues, “the biggest problem is gonna be that everyone wants to dance with Alex, which I get, but as his fiancé the job falls to me.” 

“There’s a lot of dipping,” the tutor says, “in this particular dance. Which you must preform,” he continues.

“Great, Alex you wanna dip or should I?” Michael asks. 

Alex looks at him and at the tutor. The spotlight on him is wildly uncomfortable and every move that Michael tries to make to easier it only seems to make it worse. Finally Alex gets to his feet, walks over and immediately starts to lead them impeccably through the dance. The man has one foot and he’s about a thousand times better at this than Michael has ever been. Michael thinks he’d be more outraged if it wasn’t so hot. And just because Alex is, well, Alex, at the end of it he finds himself very firmly in a dip. 

“Splendid!” The tutor claps his hands together, “simply splendid, you move very well General Manes,” he says. 

Michael steals Alex out into the gardens when the lesson is done and they are very well into the massive hedge maze before he manages to relax, even just a little. But Alex is still quiet and Michael can feel the worry churning through him. Maybe this is too much. It wouldn’t be the first time it was. He looks at Alex but doesn’t try to get him to stop, finally sacrificing the pretense. 

“Talk to me,” he says. When Alex opens his mouth, he looks at him and then closes it before opening it again.

“I’m not used to being in the spotlight,” Alex admits. Michael raises an eyebrow, Alex is every bit the hero he is, “because of who I love. I hid it,” he emphasizes, “I thought we would have time before—“

“We got engaged?”

“We caused a scandal,” Alex admits, “I was hoping to avoid the scandal.” 

Michael manages to bite back his sarcastic remarks that even if all this had never happened they would still be pretty scandalous. Worry sparks in Alex’s eyes and Michael bites on his lower lip before getting in front of him and catching his hands with his own.

“We can talk about it,” he says. Alex sighs, “we can,” he stresses, “we should. Because this all will die down,” he reminds him, “look I’ll go first,” he says, “I hate the attention. But I like the world knowing we’re together,” he explains, “I like not having to hide it.”

“I was used to hiding it,” Alex admits, “I’m used to secrets,” he looks at him, “you were born for this. I wasn’t.”

“Yeah which means you earned it,” Michael stresses, “I just woke up here and they started calling me a General.” 

Alex looks at him quietly before starting to walk again. Michael moves alongside him. They don’t always talk about the start of the war, about what happened while they were trying to kill each other. But Michael thinks they probably should. If they are having all these weird conversations. 

“It must have been hard learning on the job,” Alex says.

“Yeah, since I’ve got no poker face,” Michael points out and Alex smiles.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he murmurs. 

Michael laughs as they wander through. Holding left hands, he can feel the band on Alex’s finger and if he moves his the right way, they can click together. The first few drops of rain startle Alex. The fact that startled means he grips Michael’s hand tighter means more to Michael than he has the words to say. Also the rain on Antar is purple. Alex sticks his other hand out and catches the drops, looking at them intently. They make their way back to his room where Alex has been spending most of his nights, since another advantage to the scandal is that them living together in sin is a small one. Comparatively. But that means that Michael gets to kiss Alex on his balcony in the purple rain.

“I hate the attention,” Alex says, “I wish you weren’t worth it.”

Michael laughs into the kiss and pulls Alex into the room, showing him exactly how worth it he is.

Neither of them sees the man waiting there until it’s too late.

***

“Alex! Hold on, just hold on!”

He’s floating, anchored only by Michael’s warmth. His lips are still swollen, that must be why it’s hard to breathe. It’s bright and he feels Michael kiss his hand before his warmth is gone. There’s hands on him, pulling open what he’s wearing and pressing onto his chest. The movements are quick and efficient and Alex doesn’t know why Michael is worried.

He’s floating.

“Michael! Oh my god, whose blood is that?!”

He hears Michael make a wounded noise and he tires to open his eyes but he can’t remember how.

Then the healing starts and he forgets everything altogether. 

****

Michael’s top three mornings pale in comparison to the one where Alex wakes up. 

One moment Michael is drinking coffee and eating toast under Liz’s death glare, the next he��s running to the bed as Alex stares up at him. He’s physical okay, Antar healing is unparalleled. But between being shot and stressed and sleep deprived, his body needs the break. He’s been asleep for the longest two days of Michael’s life. Alex blinks and frowns at him.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Michael shakes his head.

“You asshole,” he says, “I thought we talked about you throwing yourself in front of me.”

Alex frowns and looks down at his hand.

“Where’s my ring?”

“God,” Michael shakes his head and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Alex’s ring off his finger where he’s been wearing it next to his own. He slides it on his hand and Alex relaxes, “no more taking hits for me,” he says.

“But I’m going to be your husband,” Alex says, tugging him down weakly, “I have to protect you.”

Michael goes and presses his face to Alex’s shoulder. He’s been listening to his heart and breathing for two days, reminding himself that Alex is still here. That between his powers and his screaming he was able to make sure Alex wasn’t dead. Alex saved him, saved them both, but he is never going back to his old rooms. They’re moving into new ones and he’s not letting Alex out of his sight.

“I think we should get married sooner,” Alex says.

“Not until you promise to never do that again,” Michael says.

Alex smiles. 

****

He doesn’t promise. 

They move the wedding up anyway. 

****

“Get out! Get out get out get out!”

Michael and Alex’s favorite morning starts with getting yelled at.

Isobel is not amused considering the work she’s done to keep them apart. Not that it matters. They’ve managed to wind up in the same room, tangled together. Alex lifts his head as Michael groans and presses his forehead to his shoulder before turning over to his irate sister. 

“You said no more scandals!”

“Iz, the only scandal is how loud you’re yelling,” he says, pushing himself up. Under the sheets, Alex’s hand doesn’t move from the small of his back, “it’s early!”

“You have to get ready,” she says, “we both know how long it takes to do your hair.” 

“She’s right,” Alex says rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Don’t take her side, she’s just your sister in law. I’m going to be your husband!”

Alex softens at his outrage. Reminding each other they’re going to be married is the new I love you, though that’s still pretty great to hear. He’d marry Michael with his sleep rumpled curls and his old UFO emporium t-shirt, but he gets the need for this to go well from a public perspective. The problem is while he would, Michael looks like he has every intention of actually doing that. So Alex kneads his lower back and regretfully shifts away so he can get up, leaving Michael less than thrilled at this turn of events. 

“Your hair—“

“I’ll telekinetically remove the water,” Michael argues, passing him coffee that Alex takes with a nod of thanks.

“We can’t be late,” he says finally. Michael rolls his eyes, “the faster we get this done the faster we’ll be married.”

Michael considers this as he spins the copper band around his finger. Alex looks to his still glaring soon to be sister in law and then back to his soon to be husband who shoves a hand through his hair and pushes his curls off his forehead. Family, Alex thinks, this is what a family is. His family. Michael stands up and stretches, tugging his stolen shirt and looking at Isobel. 

“Guess we should get going, huh?” He says, dragging a hand through his hair and flashing Alex the kind of grin that makes him want to pull Michael back into bed, “see you later,” he says and steals a kiss from the corner of Alex’s mouth. Alex catches him, pulls him back and kisses him properly. 

“See you soon.”

#michael guerin #alex manes #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm fanfic #prompts #Michael x alex

[professor-cuhadar]

Hogwarts Mystery OC

-Name: Banu Davis-Lee

Age: 23 y/o

DOB: August 28, 1973

Gender: Female

Nicknames: none 

Ethnicity: Scottish/Turkish

Nationality: Scottish 

Species: Human witch, halfblood 

Face claim: Cansu Dere 

Appearance

Height: 5′4″

Complexion: Fair 

Hair Color: Black

Hair style: long, wavy, usually in a low bun 

Eye color: Hazel green

Personality 

Mature for her age due to family life 

Very funny and loves to make people laugh

Kind heart

Brave and faces things head-on 

Quite stubborn

Backstory (Family) 

Banu Davis was born to Noel Davis and Fatma Ozturk on August 28, 1973. Her father was a Curse-breaker for Gringotts and her mother worked for the Department of International Cooperation for the Turkish Ministry of Magic. Her parents met while Noel was working in Turkey and Fatma was assigned to monitor him. 

They fell in love and got married in Turkey after Noel’s assignment was up and Fatma moved to England to be with him. Soon after moving him and his wife to London, Noel quit being a Curse-breaker and took up a job as a banker with Gringotts. When Fatma found out she was pregnant with her first child, Mona, she decided to be a stay at home mom. Noel was a good father and husband, he loved his wife and small daughter and he soon became a highly respected figure in the wizarding community due to his ascension to Senior Banking Administrator for Gringotts. Fatma was beloved by her neighbors and friends and was very adept at healing and household spells. 

Affiliations/Organizations 

Ravenclaw House

Order of the Pheonix

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Charms Professor) 

The Mage 

Wand: Red oak wood, unicorn hair, 10 inches

Special Abilities: Animagus, Legilimens

Mirror of Erised: Herself as Headmistress of Hogwarts 

Boggart: Her family telling her that they don’t love her 

Animagus: Fox 

Patronus: Golden Retriever 

Amortentia (what she smells like): orchids, sandalwood, black cherries, musk

Amortentia (what she smells): mahogany, teakwood, oak, fresh rainfall, sage 

Hogwarts Information (O.W.Ls and N.E.W.T.s) 

Astronomy: 7/10 (E)

Charms: 9/10 (O)

DADA: 7/10 (E)

Flying: 9/10 (O)

Herbology: 6/10 (A) 

History of Magic: 9/10 (O)

Potions: 7/10 (E) 

Transfiguration: 8/10 (E)

Hogwarts Electives

Divination: 9/10 (O)

Care of Magical Creatures: 8/10 (E)

Ancient Runes: 7/10 (E)

Quidditch: Ravenclaw House Chaser (2nd year - 5th year)

                    Ravenclaw House Seeker (6th year - 7th year) 

Extra Curriculars: Frog Choir, Duelling Club

Favorite Professors: Flitwick (He’s Banu’s Head of House and since she was very adept at picking up Charms she became his favorite student. Flitwick began assigning Banu extra charms work to challenge her and when she tells him in her 7th year that she wants to become a Charms professor, Flitwick makes her his first ever TA in his first and second year classes. Banu viewed him as a second father figure. 9/10)

                                  McGonagall (Banu greatly admires and respects McGonagall and respects her. Even though she was just average at Transfiguration, McGonagall liked Banu tremendously for her quick wit and eagerness to learn and made sure to keep an eye on her while she was searching for the Cursed Vaults. When Banu began coming to her and asking “hypothetical” questions about becoming an Animagi, she panicked at first but when she remembered her experiences with the Mauraders, made sure to provide her with the appropriate books and ingredients and also encouraged her to register with Ministry and kept Banu’s secret when she didn’t. Was definitely invited to Banu and Barnaby’s wedding and no she definitely wasn’t crying happy tears. 10/10)

Least Favorite Professors: Rakepick (Banu didn’t really trust Rakepick from the get go and kept her at an arms length while she was teaching DADA and trying to glean information about the Cursed Vaults. When Rakepick’s true nature was revealed in the portrait vault Banu was shocked at the level of cruelty that Rakepick demonstrated towards her and friends but wasn’t surprised that she was part of R. 2/10)

                                              Trelawny (While Banu loves the actual subject and does exceptionally in it, she is really annoyed by Trelawny. Banu is always the subject of her doom and gloom prophecies and thinks that Trelawny is a right old fraud. 4/10) 

Relationships

Sister: Mona Blackwell (nee Davis)

            Slytherin 

            Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, delicate build, 5′7″, pretty

            Cat animagus

            Healer at St. Mungo’s 

Mona is three years older than Banu and the two girls are very close. Mona graduated from Hogwarts with top grades in her N.E.W.T.s and moves to London to start her career with St. Mungo’s. Mona meets her future husband, Roger Blackwell, there when she’s a trainee Healer and he’s her patient getting treated for a spell that went wrong. When Jacob disappears while searching for the Vaults, Mona strongly advised Banu not to get involved as well. Banu obviously didn’t listen so Mona made sure to send her little sister letters containing news from the outside world and periodically sweets from Honeydukes. She was the maid of honor in Banu and Barnaby’s wedding and Mona fought in the Battle of Hogwarts with her family and helped Madam Pomfrey to heal the wounded. 

Brother: Jacob Davis 

               Ravenclaw 

               Short cropped black hair, athletic build, hazel eyes, 6′0″, good looking

               Legilimens

               Curse-breaker in Paris 

Jacob is two years older than Banu and the siblings have an okay relationship. After Jacob was rescued from the portrait vault by his sister he immediately went after Rakepick and kept Banu in the dark about R and treated her like a kid, which annoyed Banu. After all the vaults are opened and Rakepick is captured and sent to Azkaban, the siblings mend their relationship but things don’t really go back to normal. Jacob gets a job as a Curse-breaker, following in the footsteps of his dad and is assigned to work in Paris. He meets a French pureblood witch while working and soon after meeting marries her. Jacob fought in the Battle of Hogwarts with his family, taking out a few Death Eaters. 

Father: Noel Davis (deceased)

             Gryffindor

             Windswept brown hair, green eyes, strong build, 6′2″

             Senior Banking Administrator for Gringotts

Noel and Banu had a good father-daughter relationship which didn’t change throughout her search for the Cursed Vaults and for his son. He was worried for his daughter’s mental health during that time and made sure to write to her frequently. When Banu brings Barnaby home to meet her family, Noel immediately gave them his blessing which was a relief to the couple since they had worried about Barnaby’s parentage being an issue. Noel fought with his family during the Battle of Hogwarts but sadly was killed by Dolohov while dueling. 

Mother: Fatma Ozturk 

              Durmstrang 

              Long black hair, brown eyes, willowy build, 5′4″ 

              Stay at home mom 

Banu was her mother’s favorite child since she was the youngest. Fatma makes sure to pass down her Turkish culture to her kids and Banu helped her while cooking in the kitchen and Fatma regularly took her kids to Quidditch matches in both England and Turkey. Fatma walked Alexandra down the aisle at her wedding and was a great grandmother when Banu and Barnaby’s children, Hasan and Hazel, were born. 

Love Interests: Talbott Winger (Crush, 2nd year) 

                           Barnaby Lee (Husband) 

Best Friends: Rowan Khanna, Nymphadora Tonks, Penny Haywood, Charlie Weasley

Rivals: Merula Snyde, Erika Rath (in Quidditch)

Enemies: R, Rakepick, Death Eaters, Voldemort

Dorm-mates: Rowan Khanna, Tulip Karasu, Badeea Ali 

Pets: A barn owl named Crema and a Crup named Jack 

Headcanons

- Fatma had wanted Banu to go to Durmstrang but Noel insisted that she follow her siblings to Hogwarts so she wouldn’t feel lonely. 

-Banu met Rowan Khanna in Diagon Alley and they immediately hit it off, which helped both of them to settle into Hogwarts easier since they had each had someone they already knew with them. 

-Banu was super excited to go to Hogwarts and see her sister and was hoping to be in Slytherin. She was a bit disappointed to be sorted into Ravenclaw but was happy about it after Rowan joined her at the table. 

-Banu could hardly bear wearing the standard skirt uniform so in her third year she started wearing a bowtie and jeans, making the bowtie out of her school tie. Snape gave her detentions for the first couple of months and then gave up after he realized that Banu wasn’t going to stop. 

-She had a small crush on Penny during her first year and when they became friends the crush dissipated into a deep friendship. Penny regularly helped Banu with Potions and was secretly the only reason that Banu got an ‘E’ in Potions. 

-Banu proved to be very good at flying even though her first time on a broom was in her first year. Rowan and Penny convinced her to try out for Quidditch and Banu asked Andre Egwu to help her achieve that. She was pleasantly surprised to learn that she had made the House team. The Davis sisters developed a healthy rivalry on the Quidditch field and Banu enjoyed kicking Mona’s butt. 

-Banu picked up on most subjects easily, like History of Magic and Charms but couldn’t quite get the hang of Potions and Herbology. In her third year she signed up for Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Ancient Runes. Rowan made Ancient Runes enjoyable but they got detentions in their fifth year for using runes to insult a group of Gryffindors. 

-Banu formally met Talbott Winger in her second year and immediately tries to become his friend because, well, friendship! She liked how sarcastic Talbott was and matched him wit for wit which made her crush on him grow. When Talbott started dating Badeea at the end of second year she finally gave up on her crush on him, but that doesn’t mean she liked it :( 

-Banu had to beg Talbott for three months straight to help her become an Animagus. It took buying a limited edition raven feather quill and a box of Jelly Slugs to convince him. 

-Banu’s Animagus form turned out to be a fox and Banu took advantage of having a woodland creature as her Animagus form to spy on conversations in the Courtyard and take trips into the Forbidden Forest. 

-Banu was instantly smitten by Barnaby cause hello, emerald green eyes and dimples. She helped him realize that he doesn’t need ‘friends’ like Merula and Ismelda and that he wasn’t stupid. Barnaby gave her a Bowtruckle, that she named Twiggy, and Banu almost fainted when he gave her a kiss on the cheek during their first date on Valentine’s Day.  

-Banu drove Chester crazy since she lost points frequently in Snape’s classes due to her smart mouth. She equally drove him crazy by the fact that she more than double earned them back in her other classes. Don’t even get him started on the time he caught her, Rowan, and Penny making Firewhiskey in the Artifact Room. Banu gave Chester a plaque that read “Best Prefect Ever” in their House colors when he graduated and he may or may not have it displayed proudly on his mantle in his flat. 

-Banu frequently visited the Library with Rowan and their study sessions usually ended in a few rounds of Exploding Snap, singed eyebrows and eyelashes, and Madam Pince sending flying books to chase them out.

-Bill Weasley often had to physically restrain Banu from launching herself head first into physical fights with douchebag Gryffindors that insulted her family and Rowan. Mysteriously those same Gryffindors showed up in the hospital wing frequently, Obliviated and with broken bones. Bill knew absolutely nothing about this because of course he would report it. 

-Banu frequently teamed up with Tulip and Tonks to play pranks on the student body and was a nuisance so imagine her surprise when she was chosen as a prefect over Rowan. The best friends didn’t speak for about two weeks since Rowan was pretty upset. Banu took a special trip to Diagon Alley to get a limited edition book from Flourish and Blotts as a make up gift. The girls patched things up and Banu gives Rowan House points whenever she can. 

-Banu enjoyed patrolling the halls with Charlie Weasely and scaring students who are out after hours. They once caught Penny snogging a Gryffindor in the bushes around the Courtyyard and the two prefects had a good time being all ‘mom and dad’ about the situation. 

-Barnaby and Banu had most of their dates in Hogsmeade that usually started with going to Honeydukes, hanging out with their friends in the Three Broomsticks, and ended with a snogging session in the Astronomy Tower. 

#hogwats mystery #hphm #penny haywood #barnaby lee #rowan khanna #tonks #weasely #hogwarts mystery character

[arthoure]

FE7 lord squad for the meme if you're still at it?

Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve written any of them. I’ll try not to ramble…

Lyn:

THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP. She was completely isolated for so long after the Lorca were killed, and though I know she goes back at the end of the game unless she marries Eliwood or Hector, I seriously doubt she returns alone. Rath and Kent both go with her in their endings. (Do she and Florina get an ending? I can’t remember but you CAN’T tell me Florina wouldn’t go with Lyn.) Anyway, Lyn’s friends are like family to her and she’s always eager to make new ones. They are such a huge part of her character motivations. 

She’s from a different race and culture. After Marquess Araphen making some racist comment about Sacaeans at the beginning of the game, that whole thing is like…never brought up again, even though it’s something Lyn will have to deal with her entire life. I want her cultural and ethnic differences to be brought up more. And exploring her mixed heritage and balancing the two halves and oh gosh. I think it’s so important to her character. I don’t think this happened enough in my old writing for her.

Kindhearted. I feel like this part of Lyn is often overlooked because it’s so easy to latch onto her fierceness and her hot temper and just jump on that train like “YASS GURL YAAASS”, but she really can be quite soft. Nils barely even had to bat his eyelashes to make her abandon her own quest and help him save Ninian. She’s an extremely thoughtful person. 

Hector:

@julystorms used to ask me “how do u write such a good hector” and I told her the same thing every time: remove the filter.

Remove the filter. Hector is unfettered by manners and decorum. He talks first and thinks later. Honestly when I write Hector I just write down the first thing that comes to mind, as bluntly as I can. It made me realize that in our daily lives, there is always a split-second of thinking over how you say something before you say it. He doesn’t do that.

Responsibility. Hector never gets respect for this! He’s always brash, hotheaded, reckless, dumb ol’ hector. This guy finds out his brother’s death was hidden from him and that he’ll have to take a throne he’s not prepared for the second he gets home from war, in addition to taking up an axe that guarantees he’ll die in battle (and since they’re in a war, he’s probably thinking SOON). So what does he do? He grieves alone and keeps Uther’s death a secret so as to not add any burdens to Eliwood, he swears himself privately to Uther’s spirit on the Ostian throne to do the best job he can do, and then he comes home and takes the job with zero complaints. He doesn’t hesitate about Armads. He doesn’t hesitate about anything. He just does what needs to be done. Maybe he’s not the best man for the job, but damn, he tries with everything he has. Credit where credit is due.

Protectiveness/Worth in Service: Nobody thinks super highly of Hector, Hector included. What he’s good at is smashing things and loving his friends, and that’s about it, as far as he’s ever been told -- but he works with it. He’s both quick to love and then fiercely protective of his loved ones (he’s polishing the metaphorical shotgun on the metaphorical porch before Roy and Lilina are even born, which makes me laugh every time). His recklessness is, I would venture, in some part calculated. If he can throw himself into the line of fire to prevent someone else from being hurt, he’ll do it. As far as he sees it, that’s what he’s there for.

Eliwood

Gentle but firm. I remember him always getting a lot of flack about the former (oh, god forbid, a gentle man with emotions in the hero role, we don’t need any of those), and pretty much no recognition of the latter, but Eliwood can be pretty severe when necessary. He calls Hector on his bullshit, he doesn’t accept sass from his enemies, and though he hates killing so much that he literally makes himself sick over it, he keeps doing it. Gentleness does not immediately equal some weakness of character or wishy-washy quality. When there’s a line that needs to be drawn, Eliwood draws it, clearly and without hesitation. 

Pure-hearted. Obviously all three of the golden trio are good people, and Eliwood arguably is no better or more meritorious than Hector and Lyn. But they have bitternesses and have already encountered a lot of awful things about the world that helped them to develop a healthy distrust of humankind, and -- perhaps because of Eliwood’s sheltered upbringing -- he just doesn’t get it. Even though he goes through a lot, he seriously can’t wrap his head around the horrible things that people are capable of doing, and seems continuously surprised by it. In my opinion it’s a flaw in his leadership as much as it is a mark of his kindness. He’s naive and doesn’t learn lessons about people quickly.

Gallant. He’s a Prince Charming type and he can be pretty forward! I think he’s aware of it, too. He’s cute and good-mannered and has a lot of both practical and noble skills (swordfighting, horse-riding) and did well in his studies. He’s humble but not bashful, and he’s not opposed to a little bit of limelight if he saves the day.   

#airlock #fanfic #meme