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lafleshlumpeater · 11 months

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being besties w/ Luci would include?- (God I feel like I'll get a lot of opposition from everyone because a lot of followers and you love marauders but oh well)

: ̗̀➛ ꜱᴏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ?

ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ, ᵃ ᵗʳᵒᵖᵉ, ᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ'ˡˡ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇˡᵘʳᵇ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ!!

lucius malfoy masterlist remus lupin masterlist

"And then, the lupin boy had the audacity to talk me down! 'you're not the only prefect around here, malfoy,' he said. the sheer disrespect!" lucius exclaimed.

the corners of your mouth twitched upwards. "how very dare he!" you tried to sound as genuine as possible, but to be honest, you found the whole ordeal hilarious.

"i know! and-" he paused for a second and sighed. "you find this funny, don't you."

your eyes glistened with mirth. "no," you continued to almost mock your best friend, continuing to braid his unnaturally platinum- blond hair. " i think it's... quite... uhm...." you try to hold your laughter in in vain, eventually letting go of his precious locks to cover your face as you snorted into your hands. "oh my god, malfoy, you are so pathetic."

"i am not pathetic!" he exclaimed in protest. "just because he's friends with them, if he wasn't he would get them in so much trouble, detentions every day-"

"hey, leave remus alone, he's done nothing to you!"

"please, just because you have a crush on him!"

lucius was muttering angrily after you had heard him practically yell the common room password and marched into the dungeons, and when you had asked him what was wrong you had expected for him to say anything except for begin to rant about one of your classmates-nearly-mates, mates. who you also happened to have a tiny crush on. but that was besides the point.

you scoffed in retaliation. "just because he got a higher mark than you in the last arithmancy test."

"you didn't deny your little crush." he ignored the snide comment directed towards himself and mocked you instead.

"i don't like him," i murmured, concentrating at the task at hand to ignore the fact you were blushing slightly. "and shut up, you're ruining your hair."

"ow!" he muttered mock- angrily as you pulled a lock of his hair. "watch how i embarrass you in front of him tomorrow."

"you watch i don't cut your hair off in your sleep, malfoy."

"i know you wouldn't, love."

he was teasing you for the nickname remus had oh-so-casually called you when asking for an extra quill the day before, and you had blushed the hardest you'd ever had before even processing what he had asked for.

cringing internally, you were quick to snap at lucius, but it was all in good intentions- that was how you two worked.

"shut up!"

"i didn't hear you complaining when he called you that," he drawled. you slapped his hands away from where they were prodding and poking at his hair, trying to figure out what style you were doing.

"leave off, you absolute menace," you hiss. "that's different."

lucius was about to come up with another witty retort when barty threw a book at the two of you from where he was trying to sleep on the sofa, his arm sprawled across his face. "shut up, both of you. i'm trying to sleep, you're worse than regulus and bellatrix."

"shut up, barty," the two of you parroted in unison.

"just because evan left you for a 'puff girl," you snorted.

this time it was an inkwell which you dodged, well- practised at the sport. "try again, my friend."

"or DON'T!" lucius practically shrieked as he failed to avoid a cushion which you smirked at. "shut up, you."

"i didn't say anything."

"yeah, well.. shut up."

"yessir."

"... don't let cissa hear you saying that."

you and barty gasped.

"malfoy!"

"ooh, kinky," barty smirked.

you flipped him off in response. "shut up."

lucius smirked. "i mean, is he wrong?"

"ooh, scandalously kinky!"

"SHUT UP, CROUCH!"

barty features bc he's my bff

anyways hope you like this<3

(i hate adding tags to things sm smh)

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vodka-and-ocs · 6 months

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Dungeons & Inkwells 14: Drow bard

#willow #(the third)#my beloved little eulogy singer #drow #bard #spirits bard #college of spirits #dnd oc #my art

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ashes-in-a-jar · 22 days

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In my head, you’re a Magnus Archives blog. I mean, I know you obviously listen to other things, but In my mind it’s things like Welcome to Nightvale, Malevolent, Hello from the Hallowoods, The Sheridan Tapes, things like that, horror and supernatural.

So I had to do a double-take when I saw a Dungeons and Daddies post from you, I really didn’t know you listened to it. Then I see you reblog a Fawx and Stallion post, and now I’m just wondering how many podcasts you’ve listened to that I’ve also listened to.

Hahaha yes this blog has been mainly for tma stuff for years now, I still feel like I'm new to the fandom but honestly I've been here through a lot of it since the beginning of season 5

Buuuuut in the past few months I've stopped going into the tma tag regularly and been feeling a little detached from it, at least as opposed to before. My listen to tmagp has been way less interactive and I hardly reblog content anymore (which is something I like doing but because of various bad experiences on the internet recently I have yet to recover from I feel safer posting my own original posts rather than reblogging)

And that freed up a space in my mind to realize I've actually been listening to a lot of podcasts besides tma and it's honestly a shame not to talk about them more with others

I do listen to a lot of horror fantasy supernatural and science fiction podcasts! I also love a lot of dnd and ttrpg podcasts, I also love everything dropout and wish I could get into critical role but it's so big I don't think I'll manage it

I put under the cut a (quite long) list of the podcasts I have listened to and/or have notifications turned on

Anyone following me, you're welcome to send me an ask about one of them if you like them as well or want to hear about them!

I also put a list of podcasts on my to listen to list. Feel free to drop a recommendation for which them to listen to first!

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Podcasts I'm caught up on (the lists are long so it's alphabetical without "the")

Ongoing podcasts

The Amelia project

Ask your father

A voice from darkness

Black box

Brimstone valley mall

Camlann

The cellar letters

Death by dying

Derelict

Eeler's choice

Ethics town

Fawx and stallion

Hello from the Hallowoods

The hundred handed

Levian

Lost terminal

The Magnus protocol

Malevolent

Midnight burger

The mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality

Neon inkwell

New years day

Not quite dead

Old gods of Appalachia

The penumbra podcast

The program

Red valley

The Sheridan Tapes

The silt verses

The sound museum

Super suits

Tell no tales

Tiny terrors

Traveling light

Unseen

The vesta clinic

Victoriocity

The white vault

Completed podcasts

Absolutely no adventures

Archive 81

Borrasca

The bright sessions

Camp here and there

Descendants

Give me away

I am in eskew

Monstrous agonies

Parkdale haunt

The Magnus archives

Re: dracula

The secret of st kilda

Spirit box radio

Steal the stars

Time:bombs

We know none

Wolf 359

Wooden overcoats

Ttrpgs

The adventure zone

Campaign skyjacks

Chapter and multiverse

Dark dice

Dice shame

Dimension 20 (not a podcast but I listen to it like one)

Dungeons and daddies

Not another d&d podcast

Rusty Quill gaming

Worlds beyond number

Podcast on my listen next list:

The Alexandria archives

Alice isn't dead

Ars paradoxica

Believer

The Black tapes

Blackwood

The box

The bridge

Carrier

Counterbalance

The cryptid keeper

Darkest night

The darkroom

The dark tome

The deca tapes

The deep vault

Dreamboy (this one is nsfw so it makes me nervous lol)

Duggan Hill

The earth collective

Either

The far meridian

The fountain road files

The glass canon

Jar of rebuke

Kings fall am (I started but heard not great things about it)

Knifepoint horror

Kollok 1991

Less is morgue

The leviathan chronicles

Liberty

Limetown

The lost cat

Mabel

Maeltopia

Marscorp

Mirrors

Mockery manor

Next stop

The no sleep podcast

The orphans

The Orpheus protocol

Out of place

Paired

Palimpsest

The phone booth

Point mystic

Pseudopod

Rabbits

The right left game

Shadows at the door

Spines

Stellar firma

The storage papers

Stories from among the stars

Super ordinary

Superstition

Tanis

Tides

Unwell

Vast horizon

Victoria's lift

Video palace

Welcome to night Vale (I listen to this one very sporadically lol)

We're alive

Within the wires

Woe begone (I started but got stuck on episode 20ish but want to continue)

Wrong station

Ttrpgs

BomBARDded

Critical role (it's sooo long tho)

Dames and dragons

Dragon friends

Join the party

The lucky die

Queens of adventure

Realms of pearl and glory

Rude tales of magic

Skyjacks courier call

Three black halflings

#i should definitely update my blog description lol #podcasts #ask #mine #oh man thats alot of podcasts xD #hmmm i think i might main tag this so tma people will listen to more podcasts #tma #the magnus archives

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gringoths · 1 year

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"Snape?" Harry asked before he cleared out of the man's office.

"Professor," he hissed.

Not wanting to fight, Harry turned around and swallowed his pride. "Professor Snape, did you know my parents?"

His nostrils flared in poorly guised rage as he slammed the quill into the inkwell. "Mr. Potter, did I or did I not just lecture you on the importance of minding one's own business?"

"You did, then? I-"

"Leave my office at once unless you want to suffer the full effect of a face-swelling charm."

That sounded... Unpleasant. Harry was half-way tempted to just turn 'round and be done with it, but the burning in his chest wouldn't let his feet move. As it was, they seemed to be firmly glued to the dungeon floor.

"Was my dad a bully?" he blurted out.

Professor Snape snarled like he always did when James Potter was brought up. His eyes flashed with a hatred so bright Harry flinched backwards. "Your good-for-nothing father was not a bully. He was the bully, Potter." He spit out the word like venom and his face twisted harder for it.

With a flick of the man's wrist, his office door slammed into Harry and sent him sprawling to the cold stone below. He took a second to process that he was, in fact, not victim to sudden puffiness, before he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the dungeons.

He had a lot to think about.

#Severus Snape #Snape #Harry Potter #Harry #Severitus #Slither.doc #Forcing myself to publish this instead of waffling about #Maybe I'll gain a bit more confidence #I do like it after all #Reposting this to fix a formatting error #Plot bunnies

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artsyriv · 1 year

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The End

24 hours turned into 36 hours, which turned into 72. All of that time, Barry didn't sleep, instead asking everyone on the crew when they had last seen her, and taking a flyover of the local area. There was no sign of her.

Days turned into weeks. The monotony of it was driving Barry insane. He woke up, researched a new location, then scouted it with Taako, then back to the ship when they inevitably found nothing. Even Taako wasn't as ruthless as Barry, taking time to eat and sleep. These were luxuries that he couldn't afford.

Sometimes he would break down in the middle of the night and Lucretia would make him a cup of tea. He didn't know why she was up, or why her knuckles were stained with ink, or why she looked so sad, but he appreciated the gesture. She tried to tell him to sleep but he ignored her, crashing for the bare minimum to stay functional. Functional as if he were a robot.

He felt like a robot. The world felt grey and distant, and everything felt like a task, a chore assigned to his program. He didn't understand the glances towards him and then away, the whispers.

Merle and Magnus persuaded him to take a shower and a nap after day 8, but when he had collapsed into his bed, he could smell her and he started crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. Magnus had come in to check on him, and when he saw the situation, he picked Barry up and put him in his own bed.

They didn't suggest he try to sleep in his own bed again, but offered theirs as a lifeline. Barry knew they pitied him but he didn't have time to care. He had to keep working. He had to find her. She had to be out there somewhere.

Weeks turned into months. Dead end after dead end was detailed on the map in front of Barry's eyes but he could barely focus. His hands shook from too much coffee, black coffee, he didn't have time for anything else.

"Barry, can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Davenport, although Barry had to blink a few times to make sure.

"Sure."

They went into his office and Davenport began immediately. "Barry, you're unstable. You need to pull yourself out of your self-destructive spiral for the sake of the mission-"

"THE MISSION?" Barry didn't register his volume but Davenport's face showed his shock. "THE MISSION'S OVER! We can't get home, we outran the Hunger, we did it! There is no mission anymore!"

Davenport took a deep breath. "Ok, then. How about for Lup?"

"LUP'S GONE!" The silence extended beyond the room, the entire ship was silent, as if everyone was listening in. "Dav, I have to find her."

"You can't do it like this."

That didn't stop Barry from trying. He was trying something different now. If Lup hadn't come back yet, she might be stuck as a lich without a body. And, lucky for both of them, his Relic would allow her to have a new body. He just had to go and get it.

Taako walked into the room, stepping past crumbled paper and spilled inkwells and dirty mugs. "How's it going?"

Barry's head jerked up from where he had nodded off. He wiped away some drool that had formed. "Oh sorry, I- sorry, so, um, anyway, there’s a… there's a dungeon out beyond the Felicity Wilds? It's a… subterranean… demonic keep… thing. There’s a bunch of arcane energy coming off of it. I was gonna check it out tonight, if you wanna come with."

Taako looked at him with such pity but Barry tried his best to ignore it. "Yeah, where were- where were- remind me, how far is that in relation to the last glassing?"

Barry pointed to a spot. It was far from the last glassing, closer to some of the previous ones. He knew it was a stretch, but he couldn't tell Taako his real reason, not yet. There hadn't been a glassing in months, so it was fine to work back a ways, right? "I've triangulated it here."

Taako shrugged, buying it for at least the moment. "Yeah, it seems like a good a place as any. Do you want to do the usual: I’ll go down and start casting around, see if I can pick up anything, and then- you start talking to folks?"

Barry nodded, but he couldn't fight the ever-growing feeling that it was useless, this was all useless. She was dead somewhere, or started a new life or something. She was gone. He just had to accept that. "Taako, what if she's just gone?"

"Who?"

The floor fell out from under him. He was missing something, he was doing something. He had to remember something but there was something else in the way. It was all fading and dusty and as he looked at the map, he couldn't remember what he had been looking for. "Ta-Taako, I'm-" Taako had to remember. He knew. He was supposed to know.

"What if who's gone?" She looked like Taako, they looked like Taako? They looked like? He was grasping at memories that were fleeing from him. He looked at Taako and saw a stranger. What was his name again. Lup.

"What are we…? Oh, god, Lup… Taako, I’m- I can’t remember her face, Taako. Taako, where-" Barry grabbed at the table, at his face. What was wrong with him? He was missing something big, something important. He couldn't live without it.

"Whose face?" And if Taako couldn't remember, then no one could. Not unless they were the Voidfish.

"Is this Fisher?" Not unless they were a lich. Barry's eyes snapped to Taako's wand. They were out of options. Out of time. He knew what had to happen.

"Taako, k- kill me! Right now! I’ll- I’ll remember if I’m a lich, I can- please, Taako, just kill me! It’ll- I’ll be okay! I can’t forget, I’m, I’m, begging you, please, Taako! Please!" And then a bolt hit his chest. And another in his stomach. Barry staggered backward, his back hitting the railing hard. This was the end of everything.

He saw Taako standing there, and for a moment he almost reached out, almost thought it was her. But then the static claimed that thought, and he was just a strange elf who had a look of panic and dread. Barry gave a thumbs up and a smile. It's all he could do.

Consciousness was painful. It had been so long since he had last slept. There was wind rushing in his ears, in his hair, as he fell. He let go.

#the lover #taz who #taz balance #fanfic snippet #taz spoilers

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thefreelanceangel · 2 months

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From the Top 5 meme! Top 5 Dungeons or Raids please! and ty! <3

Dohn Mheg

This shouldn't be surprising, all things considered! I love Il Mheg and I particularly love the aesthetics of the dungeon. It also charms me that the enemies are either fae creatures coming to gleefully stomp the WoL for fun or woodland creatures being stirred up by the fuath just to fuck with you. (Plus, the second boss? I feel like such a badass on WHM when I can just burn down the vine wraps on everyone with a well-timed Assize.)

2. The Fell Court of Troia

Not only do I absolutely love this setting, but the mechanics are just fun! It's a level 90 dungeon that's right in the sweet spot of "when you're fully hit at max ilevel, you can plow through everything" so it's actually enjoyable to pull wall-to-wall and just AoE burn all the critters. Also I've taken probably 50 screenshots of that one staircase and will take 50 more, it is so fucking GORGEOUS in there!

3. The Great Gubal Library (Hard)

Look, it's a giant library with angry books and inkwells, of course I love it here! Also, Strix? The last boss? I actually really enjoy the silly mechanic of running into the correct AoE based off of what attack is coming next. (This boss also reminds me of Stolas from both the actual Ars Goetia and from the animated show "Helluva Boss" and that makes me want a plushie of it.)

4. Eden's Gate: Inundation

Not only do I enjoy the story of the Eden raids, but I particularly enjoyed the mechanics for this boss. And doing this one is where I got my Max Party Kill Score, which I am ridiculously proud of.

5. The Tower at Paradigm's Breach

It's not a particularly hard raid, but I was lucky enough to be able to play it almost immediately when the patch dropped. And being in one of the earliest groups, flailing around and trying to figure out the mechanics? Fantastic. I love that so much. Not to mention THAT JUMP SCARE gets me every time. (I also just... really love the overall setting and taking screenshots in it.)

#FFXIV #Prompts #OOC

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billiambabble · 9 months

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Tonights stream. Some wip on the pastel dungeon map. Lucy hung around a little too (which is rare). Quickly showed off some Dungeonmorph dice from Inkwell Ideas. Also did some quick art redeems whilst Chat conquered jigsaws. Thanks again to all present!

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creonininkwell · 2 years

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Creon, strangest thing you’ve seen in either your interdimensional travels or in Inkwell Isles, go-

Strangest? To be honest, lots of dimensions were pretty strange. Are you talking "Alice in Wonderland" strange? Or just strange to me? Cuz there were quite a few. Disturbing ones? Well you didn't specify about that so moving on.

I think one of the strangest one was a literal cartoon dimension, almost like here. I literally fell into a dimension where cartoon characters were breaking the 4th wall. No joke, they looked at some random space and talked to no one in particular. That dimension had a school that taught teenage "toons" how to be funny for future show biz. Oh but "Wacky land" was such an acid trip. Never want to go back there again.

I was stuck in that dimension for almost half a year. It was chaotic as hell, but fun. Still super weird to look at a live cartoon universe, including yourself drawn out like a cartoon. I thought I was tripping on acid or got a concussion from the initial fall. I've kinda gotten used to seeing toons chucking dynamite at each other or falling to pieces, then coming back like nothing happened. I swear that dimension was trippy. Still not getting over how people's eyeballs can pop out & then be shoved back in.

Another trippy place Moo-ee? Meow-nay? No, Mewni! I hate that place! This is probably where the my dislike for magic started. It was already bad that the local monsters were discriminated and living like second-class citizens in their OWN dimension. And whose idea was it to give a magic wand with cosmic powers to a teenager? Do you know how unhinged and chaotic teenagers can be? And it's so weird to see about 3 moons in the sky. I know other planets have more moons, but it's surreal to see in person.

Most of the "monsters" were actually chill. But the flora and fauna and some of the actual feral creatures were really deadly. Don't get me started with the warnicorns. The place is some sort of twisted version of my world. How there are certain kingdoms have "monster" people yet all the other "monsters" are harassed and dunked on. There's a literal kingdom of pigeons. Oh and there's some sort of "High Magic Commission" or something convoluted. How these guys are cool with the $h!t that goes on while they're blatantly "monster-ish" is plain f****d up. Well looks like no dimension is ever safe from same exact bull$h!t from home. Oh yeah! I accidentally got cursed there too! But only temporarily.

The Dungeon & Dragons dimension was strange, like it kind of nerfed my strength a bit. Like the universe or the laws of reality seemed to actively dunk one me. But thankfully, it didn't hinder me too much and I could always rely on other skills. On the bright side, I picked up even more weapons to add to my arsenal. Plus, it was much more easier with a party. I called this dimension Dungeons & Dragons cuz it's one of the few things I'm familiar with. It could've been some random fantasy world, but everything seemed so similar to the game.

Weirdest part was that sometimes my Time Brace worked, and sometimes there were areas that interfered with communication back home. I regrettably had to do some heinous stuff in order to find an area where I could get a clear reading and activate a portal. Also, f*** the pantheon! The gods there can suck a huge d*ck for all I care.

Another strange one was a literal world where you hunted and killed monsters for your food. Imagine if you were to compete in a cooking competition, except you had to get your own ingredients, survive in the harsh wilderness, and kill the beasts and other competitors to stay alive and get to the next round. Felt like I was living in some f***ed up video game.

The only reason I competed was for any hopes of finding possible resources or connections to someone who could help me. Seriously, it's ridiculous how the judges there have huge political power. The judges are actual representatives from major empires and regions so they have access to places or people I wouldn't be able to reach. I'm just glad I found a reliable partner to tag team with. We were barely able to make it as final contestants. Oh yeah, my sous-chef was a goblin who was missing his legs from foot to kneecap. He was a stabby little b@$tard, but really helped me out in that world. I have been spoiled too much by modern conveniences.

But nothing will EVER top the literal endless white void where eldritch entities roamed. I'd categorize THIS place as disturbing, but it was by far the most strangest place yet. By the way, that was the most recent one I hopped from. I had no sense of time and there was no telling if anything was truly from afar or nearby. Sometimes I ended up running in a loop or running into a wall. The only reason I survived from being eaten or having my brain melted was because I took the stupidest gamble of all times. Saving a huge looking parasitic worm. I couldn't even contact home because those eldritch monsters would follow the signal. So it was always a risk to even ask for help on possibly dealing with those things.

I don't know why, but with the last few experiences, I should've killed that thing and eaten it. But some reason I took pity on it. I just felt sorry for it, laying there alone and defenseless. I really didn't know that was a baby eldritch god at that time. I only knew that once I started carrying "Rue" in my bag, things got less confusing, and "Rue" was able to communicate by tapping its tentacles on my shoulders or giving these weird mental nudges. Also it helped to have an actual living being to help keep my sanity in tact. Probably a good call since "Rue" is the only reason why I'm still alive in one piece.

*sigh*...I just want to go home.

#creon in inkwell #creon gilead #asks and replies #dimension travel #weird stuff that happens #cuphead show

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years

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Ten

"Who are you?

Who am I?

I am Thuar, General of Firs.

No, Thuar. Who are you?

I am Thuar, leader of the Rafs.

No. Who are you?

I am in the past. I don't deserve to be myself.

Who are you now, Thuar?

I'm nobody.

Who will you be?

Noone."

-or-

the oc draft

Ten.

Alyandar is born. He is a spirit, he is free - he rushes under the heavens, revels in sonorous waters, dances with Melody.

Nine.

Alyandar is studying. Metals and minerals obey him. The Blacksmith is pleased with him. Clouds are gathering in the east.

Eight.

The melody sparkles and explodes. Alyandar loses his mind, merges in a wild dance with the newborn element. The fire wakes up in his veins, reveals his true destiny, and shows impossible boundaries.

Seven.

Fire is a gift. Fire is an art that needs to be handled with care. The Blacksmith watches with a proud smile as tongues of fire dance between Alyandar's fingers, dissolving in the air.

Six.

Alyandar raises his hand, releasing a fireball. A smile plays on his lips as he recites the blessings. Alyandar does not know that after that, only curses will come out of his mouth.

Five.

Alyandar is dead. His body is chained, trembling, wounded, tormented by whips. The Stranger's cold fingers rest on his temples, turning every thought inside out. There is no strength to fight.

Alyandar is dead - long live Thuar.

Four.

Enchantments obey his fingers and voice. One touch is enough to distort reality. Thuar discovered the truth: fire is a cruel element. Fire is the smell of corpses; it is the sound of screams; it is the hazy sky.

Three.

Thuar, lord of fire. Subdue your every thought and emotion, and destroy all living things within yourself. Do the Master's will, Thuar; be loyal to the Stranger; kill your memories, Thuar; kill everything, do you hear it? You are nothing, Thuar. You were nobody, you will remain nobody. You are the coward, the torturer, you...

Two.

Metal digs into the skin; the room is cut by a scream. You're angry, you're lost. This prisoner is driving you crazy. You want to unleash the wolves on him, no, you want to tear him to pieces, you...

You look into those eyes, those tired eyes, and he looks up at you. The world freezes.

One.

Why are you doing this, Thuar?

***

One.

Why are you doing this, Alyandar?

Two.

What are you doing, Thu? You're hiding. You're dressed in black, and you're creeping like a shadow. What are you thinking, sorcerer? You will regret this, Thuar. You will regret this.

Three.

The key turns in the lock - oh, at that moment, your fate is sealed, Thuar. You disobeyed the Master for the first time. You are a rebel, Thuar. Rebels don't live long.

Four.

You're a coward. You spend more and more time in your dungeon, sitting in an armchair in front of the fire, desperately biting your finger, desperately looking for a way out. But there are only blank walls around, right, Thuar?

Five.

Once upon a time, an elf told you that there's a way out of every prison. That elf was the only one who saw you through your armor with a twinkle of compassion in his eyes. You dip your quill into the inkwell. Words lie flat on the paper - place, time, size of the army. Rebels don't live long, Thuar.

Six.

You don't know how the witch pulled it off; you only know that he did it and that the Master won. You don't feast with others. If you knew that without your letters, the Stranger would have won much earlier, you would not have screamed so hoarsely and hopelessly in your dungeons, your clothes would not have been torn, and your fists would not have been beaten into blood. But you don't know, Thuar. And you crack.

Seven.

Oh, how angry the Master is! Oh, how terrible his anger was! You run from him, run, run; you are a quick-footed deer, a rabid wolf, you are fleeing the Master, fleeing the rafs, and the snow falls, falls, falls...

Eight.

You fall. Runes sparkle above you. A terrible roar is heard. You tremble, the snow turns scarlet red under you - did you really think that you would get out easily? Your gaze darkens, and you no longer listen to the screeching of rafs and the roar of dragons - you lose consciousness.

Nine.

They bound you - you would bind yourself too if you were in their shoes; dragons look at you, they don't trust you, but you recognize in one of them that prisoner - and he recognizes you. It will take you a long time to earn their trust, Alyandar.

Ten.

The Great One smiles softly as he looks at you. You've come a long way. From birth to fall, from fall to revival, from revival to redemption. And you know what, Alyandar?

You are forgiven.

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November 30th, 1995.

(Art by @spideyswebhead)

As they entered the dreary classroom, Mattheo grabbed Theo by the sleeves of his robes, dragging him over to Snape’s desk while ignoring his protests. “Excuse me, professor. Theodore isn’t feeling well. My desk is closer to the door, in case he needs to leave. I’m happy to switch partners for the day.”

Snape narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to argue, but then he just sighed and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. “Very well. Take yourself to the hospital wing if you must, Mr Nott.”

Mattheo nodded, pulling his friend toward the desks as the rest of the class filed into the dungeons.

“What was that for?” Theo huffed, slithering out of Mattheo’s grip and straightening his robes.

“I need to talk to Juliette.”

Theo rolled his eyes, but his shoulders slumped in defeat. It usually took a lot more to get Nott to back down from a fight. It was becoming a known fact that this was the one instance Mattheo would never budge on. “Yeah. Your funeral.”

The lanky boy dropped his backpack down on the desk and slumped into the seat beside Dani’s. Mattheo made a mental note to pay him back later, though was he also not doing him a favour now? Nott and Price hadn’t spoken in weeks for whatever reason. He’d learned long ago not to bother asking. Whatever the problem was, it would likely be solved a lot faster if they put their shit aside and hooked up again.

Juliette peered over her parchment as Mattheo came to sit beside her. “You really are a stalker.” The witch scoffed, frowning at Theo’s new spot across the classroom.

“Aw come on, Bishop. You won’t miss him much. I’m not so bad. I take my own notes too.”

“Do you take those notes in silence?” Her brow arched, the one on the left. It became his favourite one.

Mattheo smiled to hide his grimace. “For someone who was so certain I wasn’t at fault, you sure hold quite the grudge, Bishop.”

Juliette scoffed, slamming her inkwell down on the desk. “I’m sorry, you’ve been telling me to get over my boyfriend’s death and you don’t think I have reason to hate you?”

“I’m not telling you to get over it. I’m telling you to learn to deal with it.” Mattheo scanned the classroom behind her shoulder before he met her gaze again. “Voldemort killed Cedric because he got in the way. You really think that was a onetime senseless tragedy?”

The brow lowered, furrowing closer to the other. “Senseless tragedy? What other kind is there?”

“You believe Voldemort’s back. Surely you don’t think he’ll do it with his arms up in surrender. Cedric’s death was just the first casualty of war. Don’t let them coddle you into thinking it won’t happen again.”

The rage in the witch’s eyes dimmed ever so slightly, but she still looked at Mattheo as though he were a flobberworm. “You said his name.”

It took a moment for him to process who she was talking about. “What, you think I’m gonna call him ‘dad’? He chose who he became, and who he became was a piece of shit.”

“Do pay attention, Miss Bishop, Mister Riddle.” Snape stood before their desk, regarding Mattheo with suspicion. He only grinned back.

“Just stay out of my business, Riddle.” Bishop whispered as Snape walked back to the front. Now that he could do, if it meant she would start giving a shit about her grades again.

Mattheo pulled out his own textbook, turning to the page written on the blackboard. He then pulled out another book from his bag, the spine cracked and pages worn down with his quiet appreciation. He laid it flat against the textbook, holding it up at an angle to Snape wouldn’t see. He could feel Bishop’s eyes burning a hole into him, but even her gaze couldn’t distract him from the story on the page. He was staying out of her business after all. Even as the class were made to start reading aloud, his attention never wandered. He had gotten pretty good at blocking out the world around him.

“I nominate Mattheo to read next.”

His eyes shot up, meeting a very smug Juliette Bishop. For the first time her eyes became a window into her thoughts, and Mattheo could read exactly what she was thinking. This was revenge for getting her kicked out of the library. Fair play, Bishop.

With a crooked smirk, Mattheo closed the books he held and looked back at Juliette. “Delighted. The Draught of Living Death is a very powerful sleeping potion that can be made by adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood.”As he went on to explain the more detailed effects on the potion, there was a small sort of satisfaction as Bishop’s eyes burned with frustration. It almost made him want to slip up, just for her. But he had a reputation to uphold. Juliette would learn, just like everyone else, that underestimating him was a poor decision. The Ravenclaw should’ve known better.

“You memorised the textbook?” Juliette whispered as Dani took over the reading.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Bishop. I don’t have to be wearing blue to care about beating you in this class.”

“You memorised the textbook.” She repeated. If Mattheo didn’t know any better, he’d think she was in awe of him in that moment.

It honestly wasn’t hard to do. He’d read the entire thing over the Summer. It was his only form of entertainment, and he had a certain appreciation for potions. That passage had been one of his favourites, reminding him of some old muggle play he’d found in a bookshop. Not that anybody else needed to know that.

“I’ll even let you borrow my notes, so you’re prepared next time.” He couldn’t help it. He had to keep talking to her. So long as those eyes were on him, Mattheo felt like every second of his life was precious. He couldn’t waste it not talking to her.

Juliette shot up to get the ingredients as soon as the practical half of the lesson began, clearly expecting him to sit back while she did all the work. Expecting him to be just like Theo.

“Hang on there,” Mattheo reached out for her arm to stop her, pulling his hand back to his side as soon as she turned back. He shouldn’t have done that. “Let’s split it up, save some time. You get the ingredients, I’ll handle equipment.”

Bishop looked almost taken aback by the offer, but Mattheo could tell that he’d appealed to her when he said it would save time. With both of them working together, maybe they could be the first in class to finish.

Juliette went off without a word, but her shoulders were less tense than they had been after he’d sat down beside her. Mattheo collected the vials, mortar and pestle, carrying them back to the desk. He quickly stored his book away in the safety of his satchel and focused on the textbook, taking in the process for the potion. Unfortunately, McLaggen and some other Ravenclaw girl Mattheo had never cared to memorise the name of were sat at the desk in front. They hadn’t even bothered to leave their desks to collect what they needed for the potion. The Ravenclaw girl was giggling at something McLaggen had said, being obnoxiously loud as if that would somehow work in her favour.

“Crush these.” Juliette muttered, dropping some lacewing flies into the bowl. She sat herself down and started dicing up the sopophorus bean, not even looking at the pair in front. It had to be impossible to block out the sound of them though.

The Ravenclaw girl eventually got up to collect the ingredients at the sight of Snape wandering around the desks. Cormac turned, grinning at the two. There was something off about it, too much charm in one smile. Mattheo never trusted anyone who smiled without reason. Except Bishop, though she didn’t do much of that lately.

“You two make quite the pair, you know.” Cormac spoke casually, as though there weren’t two pairs of eyes glaring daggers into him. If only looks really could kill. “It’s cute. That you too have become such fast friends. Now that Diggory’s out of the way.”

Mattheo’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the desk tight. He’d almost lost control teaching McLaggen a lesson before, and he wasn’t so sure there would be any time for Dani and Theo to pull him away a second time.

It was Juliette who spoke up, a sickly sweet smile on her face. It was one Mattheo didn’t recognise. “That’s funny. Matty and I were just discussing who we should target next.”

Matty

“Are you done?” Juliette didn’t even wait for an answer before she took the bowl of crushed lacewings away from Mattheo. Her smile was gone and she was workin g with purpose once more.

“Yeah, what do we need to do?” He glanced over at the textbook and frowned. “I think you made a mistake. There’s no lacewing flies on this list.”

The witch wasn’t even looking at him; she was pouring what looked a lot like hellebore syrup into the bowl. “I don’t make mistakes in potions.”

Mattheo met her gaze, and he had to do a double take, not recognising that dark gleam in her eyes. It sent a thrill through his veins. In that moment, he would do whatever she asked. “What do you need?”

“A distraction.”

“This doesn’t feel like staying out of your business.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. It was beautiful. “Think of it as justice for the common people. Now scoot.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He slowly removed his wand from the pocket of his robes, his eyes focusing on the beaker filled with sloth brain that already stood precariously on the edge of the desk in front. It took barely a swish of his wand to send it clattering to the floor.

“Oh shit. Here, let me help you.” He walked round the desk, kneeling to the ground to help pick them up.

He didn’t need to tear his focus away to know Juliette was making her move. His entire body was acutely aware of her presence like a beacon. He hadn’t seen her sit back down so much as felt it. He could hear the relief in her thoughts. “Be more careful next time, yeah?” He handed the beaker back and took his seat.

“Thanks.” came a quiet whisper.

Mattheo just nodded, picking up their own sloth brains and adding them to the cauldron before Juliette poured in the sopophorus bean.

Despite the silence, the two were working well together. They were close to finishing when there was a loud thump in front of them. McLaggen had fallen from his chair and was scrambling backwards, pointing one shaky finger at his partner.

“P-pixies! They’re trying to get me! They’re going to eat me!” He slammed into the desk opposite, his cries drawing the attention of other students now who crowded round, laughing at his antics.

Turning to his partner, Mattheo saw that Juliette’s eyes were focused solely on Cormac. The corner of her lotus painted lips tugged upward in a smile you had to squint to catch. It wasn’t her usual smile, but it was certainly something. Her head tilted to the side, and her smile only grew when Cormac’s legs locked and sent him stumbling as soon as he tried to get up to run. Mattheo hadn’t even noticed her wand in her hand. Cormac crawled forwards on his knees now, trying to grab onto his partner’s robes. She jumped back with a squeal, sending him to the ground. That looked painful.

Snape strode over to the desk, scooping up the contents of the cauldron and taking a whiff. His eyes roamed over Mattheo before he turned to address the snickering crowd and grabbed the collar of Cormac’s robes. “Learn from his shame, class. Mister McLaggen invited this mistake with his arrogance and ignorance. If you do not care to follow instructions over flirtation, I encourage you not to care to return to my class for the rest of the year. And if f you can’t tell the difference between Draught of Living Death and a hallucinogen, you have already failed.”

“Class is dismissed. Perhaps over the weekend some of you may think about learning from Riddle and Bishop’s success, and hopefully not from McLaggen’s failures.”

As the students swarmed out of the classroom, Mattheo gave Dani and Theo the nod to go ahead without him. It took only two strides to catch up with Juliette. Holding the door open, he could finally question her about the potion. “What was that back there?”

“Strength is better than weakness, right?” Juliette ducked under his arm. She didn’t stop, but he noticed she was taking shorter steps than necessary.

“You could’ve gotten into trouble.” Mattheo was fairly sure Snape had known exactly what had been done to McLaggen’s potion. He just didn’t care.

“But you liked it.” Juliette turned and looked at Mattheo. Really looked at him. “You wanted him to pay just as much as I did. Humiliation is the least of what he deserves.”

She was right. Cedric would have stopped her. Maybe he would’ve helped her control it. Mattheo wasn’t the good guy. He wanted to watch her make the world burn.

“Yeah. I liked it.”

Juliette smiled then, and Mattheo wondered if maybe Juliette Bishop wasn’t as much of a nice girl as Dani had said. Had his involvement made her worse or made her better?

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