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comicaurora · 3 months

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These have been pent up for a while, so there's a whole list lol. Some are Aurora, some are not.

1) Can lacrimas carry out multiple purposes at once? Or will they blend them? I'm assuming that this is possible, considering that the automaton in the ruins was using a lacrima as a brain

2) Has anyone tried to make tools or weapons out of lacrimas? I'm talking like chisel that needs no hammer. Or maybe a Fire lacrima on a bow that sets your arrows on fire

3) Can you engrave runes on lacrimas to make them affect themselves?

4) Where can I read more about the Twins? If I'm not wrong they're the creator gods, aided by the Light dragon and the Void dragon to create life, but I might be getting a wrong read on that

5) Since we see Erin successfully become the first Void mage, does that now mean there's potential for him to make a Void lacrima? The dragon probably won't allow it, but still

6) What exactly does elemental corruption of each element do? Fire literally burns you up, as we saw in Arc 1. I can infer that Life likely makes you a chimera. Void corruption makes you a cave crawler. But what do the other one do? Does Earth make you a statue? Does Wind disintegrate you, Thanos style?

7) Now onto the non-Aurora questions, is your art vector or raster? I believe it's vector, but it's always better to confirm

8) What are your opinions on reading into the environment and the character design to infer things about the character themselves? In any type of media

9) Have you played Baldur's Gate 3?

10) Do you have any music that you'd recommend? I've listened to every song I liked so many times that I hate them now.

11) I'm new to Tumblr, anything that I should know? You don't have to answer this one if you don't wanna. I think I know some of the basics already. Reblog what you like, and avoid the terfs, right?

You might be able to tell that I like the idea of the lacrimas a little bit. Just a teensy bit. The artificer in me definitely isn't obsessed. I appreciate any answers you can give :3

Cheers!

Ooh, lots of stuff!

Yes, it's possible. A lacrima can be engraved with multiple spells, set in a casing engraved with commands, or some combination of the two. Typically, all spells engraved directly on a lacrima will activate at once when the lacrima is "switched on", but a spell can be quite complex, and conditional activations are possible - "if-then-else" statements, basically.

Yes, magic items exist.

Generally no. If the lacrima is disrupted or broken, the spell generally stops functioning, so a self-affecting lacrima will run only as long as it takes for the lacrima to distort or break.

There's an extra lore page about them!

He probably could if he wanted to (and the Dragon allowed it) but Void energy is very dangerous, so he likely doesn't want to.

Each form of elemental corruption agitates the presence of the element in the mage's body. Earth corruption can damage or alter bones, encourage unhealthy petrification of soft tissues, etc. Wind corruption can have physical effects but it often most obviously produces breakdowns in the person's ability to speak or understand language. Lightning damages, numbs or intensifies a person's physical senses.

Raster, I draw with CSP's digital pens. I've only very briefly experimented with vector art - I don't like how it simplifies the lines.

I think it's a fun school of analysis but, like all literary analysis, it runs into trouble if it tries to lock down exactly what the writer was thinking or intending (which is an objective fact that one can be incorrect about) rather than trying to analyze the story on its own and what meaning might, intentionally or unintentionally, be factoring into it.

Nope

don't trust my taste in music it's 90% nu metal and sonic OSTs

Like what you like, reblog what you want, generally it's considered dubious form to add a comment to a reblog unless you have something profound to contribute (commenting in the tags is fine), steer clear of discourse and callout posts and generally the sectors of the site that are constantly on fire, blocking someone for any reason is 100% fine

#asks #aurora #not aurora

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friskarm · 3 months

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tentatively putting my thoughts into the tag. for context i am an anime-only watcher but i've been really, really enjoying the mage exam arc and i was definitely a little surprised to find out that this arc has a lot of people frustrated!

one of the strengths of this arc, i think, is seeing how frieren interacts with characters and personalities we've not seen her encounter before. fern and stark are both relatively placid as people; they're generally content to go along with what frieren says.

lawine and kanne are two very strong personalities that frieren initially doesn't know how to deal with at all! they have a whole thing going on and frieren's choice is to. not handle it at all. rather, she spends much of her time quietly observing the two of them until she can speak with each of them individually and figure them out, just a bit. she really struggles to get a grasp on the situation until she does that; it's lawine and kanne who are acting first within their team.

then, secondly -- frieren's plan is so. elf with a lot of time to spare. the impact of the time limit is felt so strongly by every human character on the field; everyone is in such a rush! fern's team are stoked they caught a stille so early. the team that attacks them are desperate to steal it asap. after lawine freezes the lake, the other teams are desperately trying to thaw it, for a quick solution.

frieren, though? frieren's solution takes a shitton of time and involves her essentially meditating by a pond for god knows how many hours. it's such a frieren plan; i feel like only someone with a relationship with time like frieren does would come up with it.

tldr; frieren's capacity to form relationships and understand people and her relationship with time are shown off in a really interesting way wrt the way frieren solves the stille problem.

that, and... it seems a bit silly to say this about a show with a certain character in the title but... i do not feel that frieren is exclusively about frieren. it is certainly a story about her adventures but frieren is by no means the only important character! fern is also there! and stark but hes on vacation. so let's talk about fern.

the one fight scene fern has is so unbelieveably crunchy to me bc we learn so much about the world (now) and about the world (part)/frieren's view on magic from it! the girl she fights has really impressive magic; we know that this is generally considered a time of peace, the demon lord is dead, etc. magic is not necessarily a means to an end. i wonder if this means magic has entered a sort of renaissance? a time period after a period of great upheaval, where social structure is thrown out the window and great advances are made in technology, science - and maybe magic!

the way fern uses magic is very indicative of how frieren feels about magic. fern says (that frieren said) that "this is enough to defeat mages of this era", which is so interesting to me bc yes, ofc, fern does win! with her simple magic and full auto fire. but does that automatically mean fern is a better mage? it's complicated...

you hear a lot about the different philosophies of people who use magic in these episodes, and what i'm really interested in seeing is mr war guy meet frieren, bc i think they'd be the most interesting contrast -- a warrior of the past, and a warrior of today.

specifically bc -- frieren is basically a custom-designed warrior. the way she can mask her mana is very specifically designed to be able to weaponised against demons, flamme did that to her very purposefully. the way she's trained fern is also indicative of that; fern's immense firepower and stamina being "enough to defeat mages of this era" without being flashy so to speak indicate, at least to me, that this sort of thing was common in frieren's time! but this is a type of magic very specifically made for battle against a very specific enemy.

no wonder frieren likes collecting weird spells so much... i wonder if she's had much time at all in the past to play around with magic for the sake of anything but fighting and training to fight?

#frieren #sousou no frieren #sorry this was inspired by my friend velteris's good post #this is also probably highly incoherent #i am just a simple anime watcher

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sodamnradd · 12 days

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“Give it up, Draco. You found what people spend a lifetime searching for, and you just let her leave without you.” Blaise fell back onto the leather sofa and crossed his ankles, looking pensively into the fire. “What I don’t understand is why. You keep saying that if anyone will win, it’s her. And yet here you are.”

Draco opened his mouth to deny, deny, deny. But what was the point? Blaise had seen them together in the prefects’ bath, and later, when Draco tried brushing it off as a casual hook-up, Blaise had only shaken his head and said, ‘I saw your face,’ as if that was supposed to override any lies that came out of Draco’s mouth.

His stomach had been a tangle of nerves since Granger had kissed him goodbye and disappeared with Potter and Weasley to save the world. That was the issue with Gryffindors, forever killing themselves over the next big heroic deed. He wasn’t like them.

“What would you have done?” sniped Draco. It was easy to cast judgement from afar, but Blaise wasn’t living it. “Would you just turn your back on your mother? On your friends? To hell with everyone if you’re in love?”

Blaise gave him a side-long look, grinning. “Are you in love?”

“You seem to think I am.”

“Do you see a future with her?”

“If the world wasn’t so fucked up?”

“Yeah.”

Draco didn’t really have to imagine it because it’s all he’d been thinking about since he first kissed Granger nine months ago.

It wasn’t just her physical being—the charged, tantalising pull of their bodies like opposing magnets—but a vision of what their life could look like. Granger didn’t need pure-blood persuasion to pave her way into the world. She could be self-made. And Draco would stand proudly beside her, as he did best. He could manage the accounts, pursue his hobbies, while ensuring Granger never felt alone navigating her mountainous ambitions.

Draco lived a satiated life, but with Hermione, all he knew was starvation. She was the one thing he didn’t want to barter or consume in small bites. If he had her, he was going to feast.

“It’s not that simple,” he concluded. “It’s not some playground romance anymore. She’s out there risking her life. I can’t afford to love her how I want if she’s just going to wind up dead.”

“Take this from someone who’s buried seven fathers—death is preventable.”

Draco looked up at Blaise, surprised.

His friend had an eerie look on his face, made worse by the fire casting strange shadows over him, but Draco knew the Zabinis had a complicated relationship with murder. And that’s what he meant: murder was preventable, not death.

“What makes you think I could protect her any better than Potter could?”

“The Dark Lord trusts you, you’re a sneaky fuck, and you’re in love. Nobody will fight harder to win.”

Donning a backpack full of survival gear, his wand, and the warmest clothes he owned, Draco used their matching bracelets to Port-Key to Granger the next Saturday morning.

She had woven the bracelets with colourful thread—red and gold for him, green and silver for her—and the next week, Draco had adhered matching charms to them. She didn’t know that he could sense her through it. That when she fingered the cool metal engraved with his constellation at night, he felt her presence. Or that it was a gateway to each other using the right spell.

Maybe he’d known he’d follow her all along.

The bracelet transported Draco to lush, crawling hills and enormous, craggy rocks. The sky hung bright white above him. He could sense Granger’s magic in the air, or maybe it was her perfume drifting in the breeze. He inhaled deeply, feeling closer to her already.

There was nobody around when he heard the gasp directly behind him.

He turned and saw the air wobble. The ward he hadn’t realised was there descended. Granger stood two feet away, eyes wide and lips parted. She was thin and pale and seemed afraid.

Regret washed over him. He should have come sooner.

“How do I know it’s really you?” she demanded, wand clutched tightly by her side, a combination of fear and hope flickering in her eyes.

Draco dropped his bag by his feet, taking three strong strides forward. He framed her cold cheeks in his hands, hoping she saw the look on his face and remembered how much she meant to him. He said, “Because nobody else knows how much I love you.”

He kissed her, and a second later, Granger threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back, sobbing.

“I’m here to stay,” he reassured her, holding her tightly. “I’m here to fight.”

And he thought of Blaise in the Slytherin common room, the only one who knew of Draco’s whereabouts, and their discussions of love and death. And he thought of the future he’d seen with Hermione, and he thought he could have it, maybe even a better version of it. One that didn’t involve him at home, pursuing hobbies, but being worth something, too. He could be that. He wanted to be that.

Draco wanted to feast.

(873 words, inspired by Don't Swallow The Cap by The National)

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #dhr #dramione drabble #dramione ficlet #sodamnrad #sodamnraddrabbles

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writethrough · 3 months

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Can I request a Morpheus and reader where the reader is krypton like supergirl and he doesn’t know until I show him and we are dating and I risk my life to save him from people who wants to kill him

Thank you 😊

With Power Comes Misunderstandings

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Synopsis: When Morpheus is late for your date, the only explanation is that someone's tried to harm him because of you—Supergirl's and Lena Luthor's daughter. After all, why else would they want your completely normal, powerless boyfriend?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1623

A/N: Thanks you so much for sending this request in! And thank you for being so patient with me! This one kind of stumped me for a long time, but I think I figured out a way to write it that, hopefully, does your idea justice. It's slightly different, maybe a little lighter than the original idea, but I really played on the "doesn't know you have powers" bit. I hope you enjoy!

He had your full attention, he always did.

For all the sounds you could hear and how far you could see, everything in you focused on Morpheus.

He had this calmness that soothed your soul. He held himself with such confidence and clarity, and you desperately needed that.

Your life was hectic to say the least.

Being the child of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor was one thing. But having powers like both of your mothers was something else entirely. You were born with Supergirl’s speed and senses, and the Walsh affinity for magic.

However, they both wished for you to grow up as human-like as you could. You went to school, college, got a job, and when you were old enough, they started training you.

You were disappointed when you discovered heat vision and freeze breath weren’t in your arsenal of powers. But, it turned out, they translated into your magic.

Fire and water were at your disposal. Two sides of the same coin—the light and the dark. Much like your parents’ families.

They told you stories, you watched and read the news—you knew their history. But one of the things they always taught you was that your story was your own. They embodied it in everything they did. Even in their names: Kara Danvers-Walsh and Lena Walsh-Danvers.

It was why you never felt the need to keep secrets from them. You also never forgot that if anyone could sus them out, it was your mothers.

When you initially told them you were seeing someone, you asked them to respect your privacy and to not go digging. Though, you doubted that they would find anything. It’s not like Morpheus had an Instagram—any social media for that matter. You didn’t mind that, though. He wasn’t attached to this modern-day vanity. He didn’t live his life for an audience, he did it for himself.

Glancing at your watch, you wondered just where your other half was.

Today, you were finally going to introduce your parents to Morpheus. You could already hear Kara asking how you two met, itching to get confirmation of the meet-cute she had already imagined.

It was kind of cliché.

You were walking your dog, she caught a whiff of a hot dog cart and bolted, and Morpheus grabbed her leash just before she could snatch one from the cart owner’s fingers.

You had thanked him profusely, that twinge of irritation ringing because you couldn’t use your speed in public.

Morpheus was gorgeous. And you may or may not have given your pup extra treats for inadvertedly introducing you two.

Again, you checked your watch, tugging on the simple stud in your ear. Your magic thrummed within them, the spell to conceal said magic always on you. Your parents recommended the idea early on, a protective measure. It kept you hidden from anyone who could sense your power.

You sighed. It wasn’t like Morpheus to be late. If anything, he was always perfectly on time, appearing the second the clock turned.

Your stomach churned, and there was a prickling underneath your skin.

Something was wrong.

You clutched the necklace Morpheus had given you a few weeks ago. It had been a true surprise—not a birthday gift or a silly monthaversary token. He’d given it to you out of the blue, and said when he saw it, he thought of you.

A ruby, no bigger than your pinky fingernail, hung from a delicate gold chain. It was the most recent possession you had of his at the moment, but thankfully, it should hold enough meaning between the two of you to lead you to him.

You muttered a few words, imbuing it with your magic, and instantly, it cooled against your chest.

Too far.

The chain warmed along your left side, pulling you in that direction.

You ran when you could, slowing when too many people were around.

The necklace lost its warmth in front of a rundown barn five miles south of the city. Everything about it screamed “Do Not Enter.” Smashed-in windows, chipped paint, overgrown foliage—trees creating a shroud, its very own darkness.

You exhaled shakily. Morpheus was inside. And the only reason you could come up with was that someone found out about you. Someone needed to get you away from your family with enough leverage to make you come alone. And they chose Morpheus. The man your parents knew of, but not who he was. You weren’t sure if it was sheer luck or pure coincidence.

You kept him hidden too long, and now look what’s happened.

You should’ve been more careful. People were always trying to hurt your parents, hurt you, but you were all strong. Morpheus was innocent in all of this, and you were going to make sure whatever asshole took him would be sent straight to prison.

It was that thought that made you kick in the door, charging into something you never expected.

“Morpheus?”

He stood as he always did, calm and collected—unbothered even—with five men unconscious at his feet.

His head tilted almost imperceptively. “Darling?”

“What happened?” you asked, spotting the chalk-drawn runes.

Walking along the circle, you recognized most of them. Entrapment, weakening, barriers, and one that you’d never seen. You were so wrapped up in deciphering it that you hadn’t realized he never answered you.

“Morpheus?” You furrowed your brow, and he avoided your gaze.

“I must confess an error.” He spoke softly, almost...ashamed?

You slowly stepped closer. “What are you talking about? Are you alright?”

That seemed to make his shoulders drop more.

“I am unharmed, but I fear my misjudgement will...effect us.”

“You can tell me anything,” you urged, fingers brushing his forearm.

“I—” He stopped himself, eyes pleading with you. “I have not been truthful, and it has endangered you.” He glanced to the men. “They wanted to use you to manipulate me.”

Your features pinched. Why on Earth would they want to control Morpheus? And why did he think these people were after him and not you?

You shook your head. “This isn’t your fault. They wanted me.”

You moved to the runes again, missing the confusion passing over his face.

“These are symbols meant to draw in magic. They wanted to trap someone here.” You stopped at the one you couldn’t place. “I’m not sure what they were doing with this one, though.”

“They made a mistake. It means nothing.”

You scanned it.

He was right. It was almost like the men smashed two runes together. It was completely useless.

...But how did Morpheus know that?

The question was on the tip of your tongue when he interupted.

“I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”

You blinked. “What?”

He stepped toward you, slowly, as if afraid you’d run from him.

“I am not human...am I to think the same for you?” His eyes lit trails over your body even in his investigation.

You nodded, everything piecing its way together.

“So, wait. You’re saying that you were the target, and that they wanted me as bait?” you asked. It wasn’t anything completely new. Your mothers had security all over you until you came into your power. “How did you get to them before they got to me?”

“Their dreams. One fell asleep here and showed me what they wished to do,” he said, head down.

His fingers slipped into your hand, a point of connection he seemed to need.

“My deepest apologies, dear one.”

Your brow furrowed. “Why are you apologizing?”

His thumb grazed over the back of your hand. “I was late for our meeting.”

Your smile started small, then grew until you were giggling. His eyebrows twitched, but the uptick of his lips was all you saw before you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands settled at your waist as he returned it.

“That’s what you’re worried about,” you mumbled into his lips. “I think—” kiss “—I can—” kiss “—forgive you.”

He cupped your cheeks, gliding his nose against yours.

“How very generous.”

The last bit of your giggling escaped, gripping his coat.

“You have not told me who you are,” he said, eyes locked.

You hummed, then gave him one last kiss. “I think it’s best if you get everything all at once.”

Gripping his hand, you were about to walk out of the barn when his firm hold stopped you.

“I believe I have a faster way.”

---

“Wait. So, you thought he was the bait for you, and he thought you were the bait for him?” Aunt Alex asked, waving her fork between you and Morpheus.

You nodded. “I think he was more surprised than me.”

He gazed at you fondly. “I have never been more pleased to learn a secret that had been kept from me.”

“Oh?” Lena asked. “Why’s that?”

“She is protected even if I can not come to her aid.”

Kare “awwed” as she brought in two pans of food with Aunt Kelly carrying a large bowl.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“Trust me,” Kelly started. “Even if she wasn’t powered, she has an entire legion behind her.”

Morpheus gripped your hand beneath the table. You glanced to him, then caught Kara’s eyes, a knowing look as she turned to your boyfriend. Your cheeks warmed when you realized she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“We’ll have to introduce you to everyone one day,” Kara said. “Since we’ll be seeing more of you.”

Your jaw relaxed as you caught it just before it opened. She wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t think she’d be so bold.

Morpheus gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would be an honor.”

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yuri-is-online · 5 days

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What are your ideas on Yutu’s Unique Magic?

Maybe Riddle!Yutu having a countering UM to his father, or Cater!Yutu having one that allows him to see the true in people, etc, etc…

Also, what if Yutu has a sister/brother back in his OG timeline? Did he bring them with or they just got left behind?

for context, check these posts (1) (2) or look at the Fyuuture kid section under series on my masterlist.

oof I have a lot. Unique magic strikes me as something that is supposed to be reflective of who the mage is as a person as well as the Disney character/concept the boy is based on. Since Yutu is not based on anyone really, we are more free with inspiration for his unique magic, with two exceptions. Idia and Kalim both have lines suggesting that their unique magics are passed down in their family's, though I imagine the incantation is different to each person; it makes sense for their Yutu's to have Gate to the Underworld and Oasis Maker respectively.

Before I really get into the weeds, I do like the idea of Yutu having (a) sibling(s) in the OG timeline, again because that can happen in Fire Emblem Awakening but also because it adds to the angst somewhat. As for whether or not he would bring them back in time, the answer to that is yes. Yutu has a few friends he traveled back in time with that are scattered around Twisted Wonderland with no way to contact each other, and if he had a sibling (with the exception of Malleus! Yutu whose sister is a bit... special) then they would be among that group. If you want some extra angst we can steal even more from FE: Awakening and make it so Yutu's sibling died before he arrived, maybe they turned into a blot monster that follows Grim's overblotted form as a replacement for his hench human.

We could even make it so Yutu's sibling doesn't have any magic, just like Yuu. You know. For the parallels ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Riddle! Yutu

Riddle! Yutu having a magic that counters his dad is such a good concept, especially for someone who initially hates him. There are two types of magic that we have seen counter Off With Your Head: Trey's Doodle Suit and a strong shielding spell used by Leona. I can think of a few directions to take this line of thinking, so let's start with the most grounded.

A strong shielding spell, one that can be applied to multiple people, sounds like a spell that thematically fits Yutu. We don't know a lot about how these spells function, but they're important for combat magic and shielding multiple people seems to be implied to be difficult. Let's say in this case it's natural for Yutu and essentially the same for him as shielding himself. This sort of spell feels like it should have a card themed name, Big Blind maybe? It's a term that refers to the minimum bet required to continue a poker game if I understand what I read correctly. The only card game I know how to play is yugioh

The less grounded approach could be a sort of spell that creates an anti magic field… it's a concept I did toy around with mostly because I was thinking about more Alice in Wonderland themed names for a unique magic, and thought up “Everything is Nonsense” or something along those lines. My one sort of caveat to this concept is that I think a spell like this would be heavily stigmatized, probably cause a lot of blot build up for a caster, and I'm uncertain of how it would work mechanically. Well that and I have an idea for a different Yutu who this spell would fit a bit better... but that would require me to cook with a different type of fire.

I did mention in my post about Riddle! Yutu that I liked the idea of his unique magic allowing him to shrink or grow because of Rule 42 in Alice Adventure's in Wonderland saying all people more than a mile high must be rejected from court. If Riddle is the Queen of Hearts, well then any time they argue all Yutu has to do is grow and then he won't be allowed to yell at him any more so there. As a side note do you think this logic could apply to the Chimera in the Prologue? Because I could see that being darkly funny if it comes up in game in that context.

Cater! Yutu

I had a really well thought out idea about Cater being able to see a limited amount into the future before I realized that I was describing the sharingan from Naruto so fuck me I guess.

So just hear me out, you know in twst battles you can see at least one of spells the enemy is going to use? That's sort of what I thought Yuu's unique magic would be if they had it, but I also like the idea of it being Cater! Yutu's. It would function more like an instinct than an actual vision (*clenches fist* just like naruto) but he can use his magic to tell what a person intends to do before they fully think it. Cater is skilled at divination so a unique magic that lets his kid see a little bit of the future feels like it could work for him.

Speaking of divination, I sort of also like the idea of Cater! Yutu having a magic that has something to do with stars and starlight. Maybe he can turn into a void like being made of cosmic energy, similar to how Cater's Split Card is symbolic of his many faces, Yutu's void form could be symbolic of how he feels displaced in the world.

Ace! Yutu

We don't know what Ace's unique magic is (yet) but there are a lot of theories. Time travel, something that steals another person's spell, something related to optical illusions?

I think it would be fun if Ace! Yutu could do something with reflections/mirrors. As in he can reach through mirror and attack, similar to how Hanged Man works in JoJo. The further the distance the more magic it takes, it can also work with things like water but that takes a lot more magic too.

Either that or he's able to travel between mirrors on his own without the dark mirror. That might be a much more difficult thing to do though...

Jade! Yutu

I have a very clear idea for what I wanted to do with Jade! Yutu's magic, but it's a bit complicated to explain because I'm not a physicist.

The basic idea was that Yutu is able to exert magical force on an object, so long as he knows it's exact dimensions and what it is made of. I called it "Crush the Heart" because I wanted both his and Floyd's Yutus to have magic to follow their dad's naming theme. To activate it he has to be looking at where the object should be and picture it in his mind, the more precise the crush the more concentration, control, and magic it takes.

The name could in theory be quite literal, but Yutu isn't quite there yet in his knowledge of biology or magical control.

Floyd! Yutu

Like I said, I want the twin's Yutu's to have a name that is similar to their dad's. Floyd's Bind the Heart uses Kanji that literally translates to "coiling tail"... which I guess is more similar to the magic I gave Jade! Yutu than the "gnawing teeth" that Shock the Heart does, but that magic is supposed to be something that requires calm collected control, which Floyd and his son simply do not have. Still, lets play off that and give Floyd! Yutu a magic that has something to do with shocks and teeth.

I think Floyd! Yutu should have a taunt. Floyd already loves the idea of a good fight, his son is really good at combat magic, and they both talk so much shit that the idea of that literally being his unique magic just sort of works.

Functionally the spell would work similarly to Jamil's, where the person has to look him in the eyes for it to work. The name of the spell could be something like "Reveal the Heart" but that does sound sort of stupid to me so I'm not sold on it. The spell makes a person unable to focus on anyone other than Yutu and wares off after a certain amount of time, it can fail in fashion similar to Riddle's if the enemy mage has a protection spell up.

Azul! Yutu

Another Yutu who I know exactly what I wanted to do with, I got the idea while playing Darkest Dungeon of all things. I feel like it's a bit lame though.

Azul! Yutu can create phantom limbs out of cosmic magic. When he is in octopus form those limbs take the form of human arms, and when in human form they take the form of tentacles. He says when asked that what he is doing is manipulating shadows because he likes to keep people on their toes (or fins take your pick) and he finds it very funny to watch people squirm when they realize there really is no escaping his grasp.

It is a very difficult magic to use, he needs physical strength to use those limbs because they are only as strong as his real ones, so he works out and a lot to make sure he doesn't hurt himself while using it.

Ruggie! Yutu

Laugh With Me is a perfect magic for a hyena to have, and it suits Ruggie's personality really well. Actually... I did write that his Yutu shares his laugh and I think it would be so painfully cute if that extended to his Unique Magic too. Ruggie makes a big deal about how he's kind of a crappy mage, how he has to do a lot of extra work to make up for his low mana pool and poor upbringing. Can you imagine how embarrassed, proud, and awed he would be if his son inherited his spell? That's something only great mages are supposed to have, not little guys like him. Good thing neither Yuu or Yutu care about that huh?

Vil! Yutu

I haven't done a post about Vil! Yutu really beyond this bit about him bonding with Vil, but I did mention what I think his unique magic would be.

I can't find it but I read a myth once about a painter who drew animals with a magic paintbrush that would bring them to life if he gave them two eyes, so he only ever gave them one. I thought it would be neat to have a spell like that and it feels like something that would fit Yutu Schoenheit very well. His magic allows him to create temporary familiars similar to Lilia's bats, bigger creatures take more magic and focus.

I wrote the name for this spell as "Technicolor Dream" since I thought it would be nice for the name of Yutu's magic to nod towards his father's job and his dreams about having his family back.

I have a lot more Yutu's chilling in my inbox, so I'll revisit this topic (lilia! yutu has a whole ask about his um that I really like) once we are done with round 2 of Yutu posting.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au

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zazima · 4 months

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im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

#hi i write sometimes #sirius and harry #sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #dadfoot #sirius raising harry #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter oneshot

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foone · 1 year

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"Why's this gun in the high value vault? It seems to be barely enchanted at all."

Your mentor looks around for his spectacles, before realizing they're on his head. "let me see here... Ahh! Be extra careful with that one. That's The Gun of Today loaded with Bullets of Yesterday".

(another mystical pistol of time magic under the readmore)

You turn it over in your hands, examining the minimal etching on each side. "What's that even mean? And why is it seemingly so barely enchanted? All the other guns in here are hard too look at, they're so blindingly magical..."

"well you see", he says, sitting back in his chair in his usual way he does when he's going into lecture mode, "it's for two reasons. One, it's got only got two basic chronomancy spells on it, and two: they're of opposite polarity, alignment, whatever you want to call it."

"so they cancel each other out and make it seem less magical than it is?"

"precisely! And those two spells are protection-from-timeshift and you-were-never-born. The, uh, names sound better in Temporal Runes but I was never good at pronouncing four dimensional shapes."

"doesn't that completely counter itself out? If you're protected from time shifts, it can't never-born you, right? And holy shit, are you saying you-were-never-born is a BASIC chronomancy spell?"

He pulls off his glasses and slumps back in the chair, looking his age for once. "look: you don't become a pyromancer because your soup is cold. Chronomancers are... Well they're very dedicated people, even if that dedication tends to be fervent and uncontrolled. Did I ever tell you about Dilfen the Reversed?"

"uh, no, but maybe another time. I still don't understand how this gun does anything, if it had two opposing spells on it. It'd be like enchanting a vessel to be constantly full of fire AND water."

"that'd be useful if you were building a dream engine. Or maybe a smoke machine! Anyway... So you have to understand that time magic isn't exactly targeted, not at a person. It's targeted at time. So just because you personally are not going to be affected by a chronomatic enchantment doesn't mean it doesn't still have effects."

Your eyes go wide. "wait, so it still has the effect of you-were-never-born, but you personally are not effected, because of the timeshift protection?"

"yes. And it's 'affected' . You need to learn to use the right forms of words if you're going to be a wizard for very long. Common is much more forgiving than Magical Speach."

"how... How can you tell I used 'affected' vs 'effected'? They're pronounced the same!"

He puts his glasses back on just to dramatically lower them a bit and look over them at you. "my dear young lady, you do not make it to three hundred and four years of magical study without getting a good at seeing how people spell the words they are speaking. Hells, I wouldn't have made it through university, either time, without being able to see how the professors were spelling their words!"

"huh. Anyway, back to the gun," you sat, gingerly placing it back in the display case, carefully. Very carefully, like you just realized you're holding a live grenade and you're not sure where that pin went. "So that means, you get shot with this thing, and it doesn't unborn you, but it does make the rest of the world think you were never born."

"Correct. Or, almost. You actually were never born; recall that it's a chronomantic enchantment, not merely a mind control spell. Everyone thinks you were never born, and they're right. You become a walking paradox, and the only thing keeping you continuing to exist is the enchantment on the gun that keeps time from finishing to correct itself. "

"That's... terrible. Your parents, friends, loved ones... They all won't know you anymore!"

He leans forward like a kid telling a scary story around the campfire, clearly enjoying the morbid table. "oh it's so much worse than just that. Think about the kind of person who gets shot by this gun, wielded by a chronomancer drunk on power."

You ponder (good practice for an aspiring wizard). "Adventurers? Guardsmen?"

"Exactly. Do-gooders, to not put too fine a point on it. The kind of people who go around saving kittens and orphanages, defeating Goleths in the dark dungeons, and stopping Porphyriamancers planning to destroy a whole town for some slight or another."

"so all your legacy will be gone in any instant. No one will know it was you who did all those good things!"

He shakes his head, slowly and sadly. "You're not thinking far enough done this thought, my dear apprentice. Yes, no one will know you did those things... Because you didn't. You were never born, remember? The orphanage is still ashes of wood and bone. The town is destroyed. The kitten is drowned. The Goleth is still demanding virgin sacrifices. All the good you did in your life is undone, because you were never there to do it. Maybe someone stepped up and did some of those things in your absence, but not all of them. Your role in time cannot be replaced."

You neatly utter an oath that'd get you grounded for the next few weeks. "That's some heavy stuff. I see now why you keep this in the deepest vault". You step back, as if a little more distance from the accursed thing will make you any safer. You can't believe you picked it up. You'll have to be more careful in future: just because your magic sight shows something as barely enchanted, it doesn't mean you should consider it safe to pick up. You turn to your master again. "So how did you acquire this damned thing?"

He walks over to one of his lightly-glowing food boxes, the ones he cast that spacetime warp on. They're not really "here", so much as in many places at once, so he always has access to his favorite food and drinks. He pulls out a frosty bottle, and starts pouring himself a drink. (He explained before that although the boxes are in many places, most of them scattered around his tower in convenient spots, their primary location is in fact buried in a snowbank many miles into the northern wastes. So even when it's the height of summer, his drinks stay cool, and his icecubes are always frozen)

While pouring, he explains. "Many years back, my partner Gregor and I tracked down the chronomancer who was fighting a one-man (well, one-elf. Or one half-elf?) war against the nation of Gridden. He was undoing all their battles, afflicting their kings with hereditary diseases of royalty, and generally trying to unmake their entire kingdom from all of time. He was nearly successful, too. We were paid a King's ransom to stop him, and we did, but in a lot of ways the damage was already done. By the time Gregor and I finally ended his reign of terror, Gridden was barely half the nation it used to be. It still exists, technically, but it has lost much of its territory to neighboring empires exploiting its weakness, and many of the people have fled the nation, living as refugees in other countries to avoid the wrath of their unstable monarchs. We couldn't undo most the damage, because chronomancy is like that. You never quite know what has been changed and what wasn't. "

"And if you do change something, what effects will it have? You can read history and see that "oh we lost this big battle in the 19th year of King Whatever", but if you go back and make them win the battle, does that make the nation stronger? Or weaker?"

"There's many a naive chronomancer who met their end trying to improve their nation out of patriotism, by undoing defeats and hardships, only to learn that losing that battle is what finally brought the warring clans together for the defense of their suddenly unified kingdom. Or that plague is why why devoted so much study to healing magic, and if they hadn't had that experience, a later sickness would have destroyed them all, or they would have never gained favor with their expansionist neighbors by being able to cure their queen's infertility."

He slumps back in his chair, glass of something very strong in his hand. "You can never predict how a change in time will work out in the long run. And the nasty thing about time is that there's always a long run, and nothing ends. This is why time magic is largely the domain of those drunk on their own power, who don't care about the consequences, so long as they are the sculptor for the clay of time. You can ask Gregor about that."

You blink. "I didn't know you have a partner Gregor."

He downs the glass and stares into the middle distance. "I don't. I never did". He puts down the glass, softly, as if trying to not make a sound. His eyes still aren't focusing on anything in this place.

You find an excuse to go back to your room to continue your studies. The atmosphere in this room is the opposite of the charge you feel as a spell is building up, but you don't think there's any magical component to this feeling.

#hey more retrocasuality weapons #one hundred and one magical pistols #my creations #I promise I wasn't intentionally thinking of it's a wonderful life when I wrote this #At least not when I started

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saintsenara · 7 months

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Hi! for the Snape asks game I propose you 1, 4, 45, 46, 48 and 49 . If that's too much you can cut it and keep only the ones you find interesting :))

thank you very much for the ask, @big-scary-bird! all of these were interesting :)

also tagging @bronzeagepizzeria here, since you asked the exact same sequence of questions.

[snape ask game here]

1. do you have a snOTP? what is it?

in an extremely cultured move… it’s severus snape/lord voldemort. i just think they belong together! once they move past the whole ‘using nagini to rip your throat out’ thing…

voldemort is obviously incredibly fond of snape - not only because he must recognise so much of himself in him (feral working-class children with muggle names and disappointing dads need to stick together, after all), but because they have a shared attitude towards magic, the defining force in both of their lives.

voldemort describes himself in goblet of fire as someone who dabbles in creating potions, we know he’s a great inventor of spells, and we - of course - know that he’s someone who’s experimented deeply with all sorts of magic, macabre or otherwise. in this, he understands snape’s attitude towards magic exactly - it’s clear in canon that one of the tensions between snape and dumbledore prior to half-blood prince is that dumbledore cannot countenance someone having even a theoretical interest in dark magic. but snape clearly does, even as his willingness to use that magic to harm and control disappears.

voldemort can appreciate that - it’s what he’s talking about when he tells harry that there is no good and evil, only power - and i can very easily picture the two of them ending up in bed together the first time when a discussion about potions theory got out of hand. you can decide for yourself if voldemort is still hot at this scenario…

it’s also clear from canon that voldemort is one of the few people in snape’s life who takes an active interest in improving it - snape must become a death eater because voldemort offers him a chance to transcend the restrictive class structure which rips opportunities away from poor half-bloods unless they have a slughorn-esque patron - which i think is an aspect of his personality which is too often overlooked.

plus - the adult snape clearly models how he speaks and comports himself on voldemort (seriously, they have near-identical speech patterns, they get a lot of the same movement and dialogue descriptors), which is cute. maybe the dark lord took him shopping for his first set of bat-like robes. (he did - he was getting sick of the brown corduroy bell-bottoms which snape was obsessed with in the seventies.)

and - of course - the reason that snape is the only death eater to whom voldemort teaches the principle of unaided flight is because they were going on lots of romantic midnight swoopings over the countryside. i love that for them.

4. do you think snape remained a virgin?

i don’t think it matters either way, but i think it is worth interrogating why saying no to this question often provokes the response that, if snape had slept around, then his love for lily would no longer be as profound or legitimate as it would have if he’d never had anyone else since he couldn’t have her.

the harry potter fandom has a real issue with conflating sex and love [just see any discussion of whether voldemort actually slept with bellatrix, even though it’s canon that he did] and with having slightly puritanical views on people having meaningless sex for no reason other than the fact that they enjoy it [it feels like every time i see a character written as promiscuous in something, it’s always because they have a reason™, usually a traumatic one, rather than because fucking is fun]. but indulging in sex for physical pleasure and pleasure alone does not make you any less capable of being stalwartly committed to the mission you took for yourself in honour of the dead love of your life. it’s just sex.

so no, i don’t think snape remained a virgin. all teachers need to blow off steam every once in a while, and i think he probably had a sequence of one night stands while on the piss in knockturn alley which meant nothing to him. i’m sure his capacity for self-loathing meant that he felt very bad for doing so, but that sounds like a him problem.

[as an aside, it also seems to me that the scepticism about whether snape had a casual sex life is also rooted in the fact that he’s canonically unattractive - whereas the fact that many people headcanon sirius, who i think was actually infinitely more likely not to have slept with anyone, since he spent his teen years pining for james and his sowing-wild-oats years in azkaban, as a womaniser is entirely because he’s described as hot - but ugly people get to bone too.]

45. what is your opinion on snape's sexuality?

snape’s a bi disaster.

i am convinced, for example, that his canonical vibe with sirius is caused by the fact that he fancies him - he loves acting up in an attempt to get sirius’ attention (him making excuses to pop into grimmauld place to neg sirius about how he’s spending all his time cleaning… immaculate), despite the fact that the way he behaves around lupin suggests that he ought to be avoidant of him, given their history.

plus, his obvious thing for powerful men is what gets him into trouble in the first place. lord voldemort only had to flutter his eyelashes a couple of times and snape was done for… and when it comes to dumbledore, well you know what they say about men with supremely powerful wands…

46. which of the marauders do you think snape could have gotten along with?

sirius, for the reason outlined above.

48. did you feel that snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

answered here - the tl;dr is that i did because i'm built different.

49. do you prefer tall!snape or short!snape?

snape is, canonically, a short king. he’s five-eight and feral and i love that for him.

#snape ask game #severus snape #asks answered

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queeniecook · 25 days

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December 1

Dakota Laws was regretting his trip to the Magic realm. The weather was perfect - as always, the weather never changes in the realm - but his current company was not pleasant. He had been minding his own business, simply practicing a new spell he had read in the library when he was approached by another warlock - one he had seen in passing a few times but had never interacted with. Until today.

"I don't know why my heritage is any of your concern, Mr. Whittaker." Dakota bites out. One would think that if anyone had anything to say to him about his family, it would be about his father. Dakota is doing his best not to fly off the handle and remain calm, trying not to revert to his old ways but sometimes a person can only take so much before they explode.

"You're a half breed and you shouldn't be here!" The older warlock shouts back. The fellow had been ragging on Dakota about his Mother being human for the last twenty minutes, unbeknownst to the duo- they have an audience.

Dakota can hear his familiar, Poe, caw at the other warlock in anger. The magical bird is feeling what Dakota is feeling. Rage. If it was about his Father, Dakota wouldn't care but when anyone has a bad word to say about his Mom, that's another story. She raised two boys basically by herself. Luna Villareal will always be an angel in his eyes.

"Maybe we should see who really doesn't belong here?" Dakota suggests, he has no doubt he can beat this guy in a duel, despite the age difference.

The two warlocks step closer to the dueling grounds as their captive audience watches, amused and very interested in the outcome.

The warlocks fire shots at each other, each one landing a few blows. It's not long before it becomes obvious who the stronger warlock is but Mr. Whittaker stands his ground until Dakota gives one last push with his powers. By this time, their audience has moved to stand behind Dakota. Unlike the younger warlock, James has dealt with Wiley Whittaker on and off during the years. He's a sore loser. it's not beyond Wiley to not respect the laws of a duel and fire at his opponent after the duel has been decided.

"Hmm, not bad." James compliments Dakota, sounded surprised though he isn't. He's dueled Dakota himself on two occasions. He knew the younger man would best the older man.

Dakota jerks back, not even realizing James was there. That's how focused he had been on proving Mr. Whittaker wrong. He looks at James, wondering if he's about to have to defend himself against not one but two warlocks. He backs up a little, ready for a fight -right as Mr. Whittaker picks himself up off the ground and begins dusting off his suit jacket.

"Looks like you got your arse kicked, Wiley. You should know a strong ancient bloodline beats out human genes any day." James gloats, though it's not his victory to boast.

Dakota pauses at James' words. He shouldn't be shocked that James knows who his father is. He just hadn't considered it before that moment. Maybe that's why James had been trying to get him to become an ally.

"James...why am I not surprised that you're here, trying to suck up to the young whelp so he won't usurp you from your throne of being the realm's royal douchebag?" Wiley growls at James, completely forgetting Dakota. He didn't like the young warlock but James - he despises him all because many years ago he found his fiance in bed with James.

James chuckles so hard he could feel it vibrating his chest. "I think you claimed that crown long before I did. Willie."

Dakota stands there, quietly wondering if he and Poe can silently side step their way out of there and leave the two men to kill each other.

"It's WILEY." that's all that's said before Mr. Whittaker gaves James an actual shove. Before Dakota even has time to blink, James has uttered a spell that has turned his once opponent green.

Dakota finally blinks, drawing a breath - almost frozen to the spot. James is quick. Extremely quick.

An inhumane sound comes from Wiley Whittaker as he's electrocuted but shockingly, to Dakota, is left alive. He feels if he hadn't been there, James would have killed the warlock. Can't have a witness after all.

Moments pass by as Dakota stares at James and James stares down the now crispy warlock, who wisley runs for it, almost launching himself into some roses bushes on the way out. Dakota for his part, doesn't know what to say, so he simply turns to leave. He gets to the bridge before he hears James call to him. He halts, turning to look at James.

"Looks James, I don't....know what all of this was. But if you expect some kind of thank you, not gonna happen." Dakota states. He's highly suspicious of James getting involved in the situation but there also was clear animosity between James and Mr. Whittaker. Maybe it actually had nothing to do with him.

James smirks slightly at Dakota, he knows he's confused the heck out of the young man. Frankly, he enjoyed seeing Wiley get his butt kicked in a duel and enjoyed it even more torturing the man a bit. He had been watching Dakota once he discovered the young warlock was in the realm at the same time as him but he hadn't planned for them to be there the same day. Sometimes, fate or whatever you want to call it steps in. That's what his own Mother had always told him.

"Don't let anyone ever put you down. Always stand up for yourself." James tells Dakota, he isn't even sure why he's saying it but it's flowing out of him for some reason.

"I'm not you, James." Dakota states, crossing his arms and still making sure there's distance between them.

"You can be a good man and not be a doormat for people." He knows it sounds odd coming from his lips, considering the kind of person he is. "You come from an very powerful ancient bloodline, you have a right to be here just like everyone else."

And with that, James disappears in a sparkly fog using a transportalate spell and leaving a stunned Dakota behind.

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #dakota laws #james #the other bloke don't matter xD #ts4 magic realm #sims 4 #thesims4 #ts4 #sims4 #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #simsstories #sims story #ts4 warlocks #dakota and james

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naehja · 10 months

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The Teachers Familiars

I tried to guess what were the familiars of the others teachers, since we have seen only Balam's familiar (and Cerberus but he's not a familiar).

So i used Demonology to help me

Ifrit

I think he's in the same situation that Kalego, his "spirit" of fire is the manifestation of his magic and he can't have a familiar because of it.

But if he HAD a Familiar, it would probably be a phoenix, since Ifrit fire is stated to be the most pure of all fires.

Dantalion

He's apparently a demon who can make a lot of different forms. but no mentions of a animal with him.

I could see him having a DRAGON, since he sees his students like a tresor that he must protect.

(and i joked with other persons about him turning SUPER overprotective in his wicked phase)

Suzy

"""Stolas is a Great Prince of Jinnestan, commands twenty-six legions of demons, and teaches astronomy and the knowledge of poisonous plants, herbs and precious stones. He is depicted as either being a crowned owl with long legs, a raven, or a man."""

So maybe a Raven?

Or there are nothing to see with the demonology (where Stolas is a man XD) and she has a plant monster? A animal/magical creature who has a tie with nature?

Marbas

""In demonology, Marbas or Barbas is a demon described in the Ars Goetia. He is described as the Great President of Hell governing thirty-six legions of demons. He answers truly on hidden or secret things, causes and heals diseases, gives wisdom and knowledge in mechanical arts, and can change men into other shapes. He is depicted as a great lion that, under the conjurer's request, changes shape into a man.""

**mechanical arts** yeah right XD

No mention of any animals in his desciption; except the form that he can take when he's summoned by human (who is commun to a lot of demons, yeah a lot seems to take a lion form) :/ (so if Iruma had summoned him, he would have been a adorable little lion? XD)

I had one time joked that Marbas could have a cute (but super dangerous) familiar to contrast with his **fanboy of torture tools** side.

Robin

in demonology, the demon Barbatos is associated to a bear.

So Robin could have demoniac bear or he could have a hawk or a eagle who are associated to good eyes (he's kinda a sniper with his bow).

Orias

""In demonology, Orias (also spelled Oriax) is a Great Marquis of Hell, and has thirty legions of demons under his command. He knows and teaches the virtues of the stars and the mansions of the planets.""

And also ""The Fifty-ninth Spirit is Oriax, or Orias. He is a Great Marquis, and appeareth in the Form of a Lion, 3 riding upon a Horse Mighty and Strong, with a Serpent's Tail; 4 and he holdeth in his Right Hand two Great Serpents hissing.""

So it's likely that Orias Familiar would be a horse with a serpent's tail. Maybe with wings too.

Badass, right?

Ipos

""In demonology, Ipos is an Earl and powerful Prince of Jinnestan (a Duke to some authors) who has thirty-six legions of demons under his command. He knows and can reveal all things, past, present and future (only the future to some authors, and past and future to others). He can make men witty and valiant. Some who have summoned Ipos have stated that he is the same entity as the Egyptian god Anubis. Anubis is said to be nearly ten feet tall and muscular with the head of a jackal. In this form he acts as a protector and guide for souls of the deceased.""

So his familiar could be a jackal, maybe? or maybe a Howl since this bird is associated by knowledge and strategy? or maybe mix of Jackal and owl?

Murmur

"""In demonology, Murmur is a Great Duke and Earl of Jinnestan, and has thirty legions of demons under his command. He teaches Philosophy, and can oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before the conjurer to answer every desired question.""" And ""Murmur is depicted as a soldier riding a Vulture or a Griffin, and wearing a ducal crown. ""

So his familiar may be a vulture or a griffin. i rather the griffin, it's more badass. XD

Buer

"""Buer is a spirit that appears in the 16th-century grimoire Pseudomonarchia Daemonum and its derivatives, where he is described as a Great President of Hell, having fifty legions of demons under his command. He appears when the Sun is in Sagittarius. Like Chiron, the chief centaur of Greek mythology, he teaches natural and moral philosophy, logic, and the qualities and uses of all herbs and plants, and is also capable of healing all infirmities (especially of humans) and bestows good familiars. He has been described as being in the shape of Sagittarius, which is as a centaur with a bow and arrows"

So his familiar could be a kind of horse/kind of centaur, or maybe a snake since it's a animal who is often associated to medicine.

Morax Family

"""in demonology, Morax is a Demon, Great Earl, and President of Hell, having thirty legions of demons under his command. He teaches Astronomy and all other liberal sciences, and gives good and wise familiars that know the virtues of all herbs and precious stones. He is depicted both as a man with the head of a bull, as well as a bull with the head of a man. It has been proposed that Morax is related to the Minotaur which Dante places in Hell"""

so we could guess that, in this family, the familiars are bulllike. Demoniac Bulls. Maybe the Grandpa has a kind of minotaur, while his grandaugther has a bull.

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boston-babies · 4 months

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Welcome home..

A/N: here’s part 2! I think I’m going to write one or two more parts after this but I hope you guys like it! This part was also heavily inspired by practical magic

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You came downstairs from taking a nice little cat nap. Your parents had insisted on watching Teddy for you so you could rest. You wrapped your favorite chunky knit cardigan tighter around you as you walked into the kitchen. From the window you saw your mom and dad building a snowman with Teddy and for the first time, you smiled a genuine smile.

You and Teddy had only been here for nearly a day but you could tell that you were starting to feel more like yourself again. More than you had in a whole year.

You made yourself a cup of tea and went out to the greenhouse to poke around. You sat on a stool by the large table that was against the window. You took a sip of your tea and opened one of the drawers and found a notebook. Your curiosity peaked so you set your mug down and opened the notebook. You recognized your handwriting immediately. It was a notebook you kept when you were a little girl. You’d write poems, thoughts and other little things. You giggled while reading it but a certain passage caught your attention-

He will hear my call a mile away. He'll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he'll have green and blue eyes. He will whistle my favorite song, flip pancakes in the air and he can ride a pony backwards.

A memory flashed in your mind of you and Tanner playing out here when you were eight years old when you wrote that in your book..

Tanner laughed “I thought you didn’t want to fall in love?” You shrugged your shoulders “That's the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist I'll never die of a broken heart”

You wiped your eyes as you came back and heard your mom walking in “Teddys all tuckered out honey so daddy’s putting him down for a nap” you nodded “thank you momma” she came over to you and smiled “oh I see you found your spell book” you rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh “yeah..” She read over the same passage you just did and laughed “well how about that little lamb, you managed to manifest this exact spell” you look up at her, confused with a furrowed brow “huh?”

Your mom laughed “granted Chris can’t cook or ride a pony but he does have green in his eyes, he is very kind and you could argue that since he was Steve rogers that his favorite shape is a star..” Your face went from confused to shock as your jaw dropped. She gave you a knowing smile then kissed the crown of your head “lunch’ll be ready soon little lamb” She walked away and you just shook your head. You waved it off, chalking it up to a huge coincidence.

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Later that night, you were in the living room with your parents. You dad was out cold and snoring as you laid across the couch with your head in your mom’s lap. She was stroking your hair while reading a book as you watched the roaring fire. “Momma?” She hummed in acknowledgement with a soft smile “how’d you and daddy do it?” “Do what angel?” You sighed “staying together?” She laughed “oh honey, there were plenty of times I thought for sure daddy and I were done for good” she looked over at your dad then back to you “that old man over there has driven me up the wall more times then I can count” you sat up looking shocked “what?”

She nodded “oh yeah, one fight had been so bad, we didn’t speak for a week. That was when you were about five years old and I took you with me to go see Grammy and pop” you shook your head “I never saw you two fight” “we never wanted you to see us like that honey” she took your hand and you looked over at her “we wanted to show you what love looked like not the ugly side of it” you nodded “not that I ever thought your marriage was perfect, because I know that no one’s is but momma, maybe I needed to see the ugly side of it..”

Your mom sighed “honey fights between couples happen no matter what. You can be the happiest couple in the world with a perfectly healthy relationship but disagreements will always be there”. You looked down at your hands and your mom wrapped her arm around you “I know what’s been going on this past year-“

you snapped your head up and looked at your mom with wide eyes and she giggled “what? You didn’t think I’d keep up with my son in law?” You sighed “momma-“ “what he did was wrong-“ your eyes watered as your mom continued “but honey you need to stop tearing yourself up over this. I am in no way going to tell you what to do because at the end of the day all I want is for you to be happy. I am going to ask you a question though, and I don’t want you to think, just answer with what ever comes to mind” you nodded and your mom continued “do you still love him?”

“..yes”

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groundzero-v · 8 months

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PRONGSFOOT WEEK - DAY TWO

What Headcanons do you have for this ship? IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords. Anything really.

James' parents adore Sirius (and are secretly waiting for the wedding invitations)

Padfoot only ever lets James pet him (and he loves it and often demands his pets from him) but is incredibly unimpressed whenever someone else tries it

Padfoot's favorite thing ever is James' scent and he loves to cuddle up to him or brush against him - he's more obviously tactile as a dog than he is as human

they are both brilliant and love to bounce off each other magical theories, new spells or their new uses. It can be really hard for others to follow their discussions when they get like that because of the way they just seems to get each other while Remus just stares lost somewhere at point n. 2.

Sirius likes Quidditch, but because of James' love for it he has come to care more for it than he ever would on his own. He'd joined James when he went for the tryouts after some serious persuasion from James ('But Pads, how cool would it be if we were both on the team? Just imagine it! Don't you want to spend more time with me? I know you do, come on -'). He also now gets to hit things with a bat which he immensely enjoys.

I also hc that Sirius has three biggest absolute weaknesses: James in his quidditch gear, James ruffling his hair, James' smile

James' biggest weakness is probably Sirius' eyes, but he's also incredibly fascinated with his hair and thinks about touching it more than he maybe should

They love to go running together through the Forest in their animagi forms, just sprinting across the grass and chasing each other

I'm also not saying they both have competency kink but...(they absolutely do)

Sirius is slightly taller than James while James is the one with more muscles - both secretly love it

Sirius sleeps in James' old quidditch jersey. When he first sees him like that, James' brain just stops. Straight up doesn't work for a few moments. Sirius has a similiar reaction when he much later lends James his favorite leather jacket (he immediately regrets it and also thinks it's the best decision he ever made)

Sirius loves to be touched by James and finds it incredibly grounding and comforting, but James usually has to be the one to reach out first - be it resting against each other in the Common room, brushing shoulders during breakfast or leaning on him before quidditch practice

Sirius can be both reserved and full of emotions! I like to imagine other people find him harder to read and he's reserved with those who doesn't know (and often he also doesn't care) but he can also be full of fire and excitement - he only gets really vulnerable with James though because he trusts him above everyone

James is more openly vocal about his love for Sirius, friendship-pining stage or after. Though Sirius tends to drop a sincere sentence out of nowhere that absolutely destroys James and leaves him a mess.

James is incredibly salty over the other Blacks and ready to confront them any second

They're both incredibly protective of each other. They know the other is more than capable but even so they both feel this burning desire to protect each other and take revenge

I think they'd both love to get married really young. They would also make so many people sob and lightly chuckle at their wedding wovs

Sirius gets really possesive when drunk. James not so secretly revels in it (and also dies a little bit - a lot - when it happens for the first time)

@prongsfootweekarchive @jmagnabo92

#this turned into a ted talk im sorry #though theyre all pretty simple I really enjoy these hcs #bambibelle #prongsfoot #sirius black #james potter #prongsfootweek2023

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broke-art · 1 year

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Monkey King's daughter (magic)

You set the spell book down. It didn't look too complicated. It was only a glamor spell. Just an illusion. You could do this.

With a deep breath you summoned your magic to your fingertips and concentrated on the apple atop the table about two feet away.

If the spell worked correctly it would look like a peach to anyone other than you. Not so hard. And harmless.

The magic spilled from your fingertips and swirled around the apple for a moment filling the room with a golden glow.

A small smile touched your lips. Then the magic turned to an angry orange and your eyes widened. Instantly, you dropped your focus but it was too late. With a massive boom your magic exploded outwards throwing you back.

You screamed as wood splinters flew at you and covered your face. In an instant a shadow loomed over you shielding you from the debris.

After a few seconds you slowly lowered your arms.

Monkey king frowned down at you. Annoyance etched across his features.

"Y/n-" he growled only to drop the tone when tears filled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as frustrated tears slipped down your cheeks. "It was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be easy." Frustration gave way to disappointment. "Why can't I do anything right?" You whimpered curling in on yourself.

"Hey! You do plenty right." Monkey King soothed hugging you gently. "It was one little mishap, kiddo. That's nothing to-"

"One?!" You scoffed pushing away gently. "Dad, I've lit the house on fire four times, had 8 explosions this week, and I nearly killed two monkeys." The tears burned much more now as the panic set in. "and the explosions just keep getting worse! Dad I'm dangerous." You cried feeling his tail curl around you protectively.

"Whoa now. That's unfair, chimp. You're not dangerous. I can handle a few explosions. And most of the monkeys are immortal anyway."

You rubbed the back of your hand over your eyes.

"Can't you teach me anything?" You begged hopefully looking up at Monkey King.

He recoiled some with a nervous smile.

"Oh come on kid don't look at me like that. I don't know magic."

You sniffled and hugged your knees. Maybe you could just forget about your magic and push it aside. But that felt like cutting off a piece of you. But you supposed if it protected your family, it would be ok.

"Maybe it's best if I just don't use magic."

Monkey King frowned.

"Chimp, no. You love magic. That's part of who you are."

You shook your head.

"It's too much of a risk."

Monkey King chuckled.

"Nonsense you'll be back at it within a month."

You shrugged.

As the weeks passed Monkey King began to notice y/n grew extremely quiet. Explosions ceased, and each time he entered her room he couldn't find any of her spell books that normally filled the shelves.

About three months passed before he gave up.

"Y/n we have to talk." He began when he found her reading a random book in her room.

Silently, Y/n placed down the book and offered him a smile.

"I think I know someone who can teach you." He grumbled.

With a small gasp y/n perked up excitedly.

"Really?!"

So she had been wilting. Too bad he didn't have any way to force this teacher to actually help them.

"Buuuuut I don't think he will agree." Monkey king confided. His heart felt as though it would shatter at the way she wilted.

"Well who is it? Maybe I can help!" She chirped.

Monkey King hesitated. Maybe bringing this up had been reckless. It was just, he hadn't seen her smile in so long. And the silence was so unlike her. He wanted his little chimp back. But now if he dashed her hopes, it would be even worse after he'd given her hope.

"Nah, don't worry, kiddo." He ruffled your hair making you giggle and push at his arm. "I'll figure it out."

That night, after y/n fell asleep, Monkey King slipped out of the hut. There was one place you could always count on finding his mimic wanna be a dark dojo hidden away in the city's depths.

Jumping on his cloud he pitched his weight forward. The movement shot him toward the city.

Meanwhile

Macaque flicked through the pages of the old worn book of shadow magic. He had memorized every page around a century ago. But he had nothing else to do at the moment. And he didn't feel much up to creating mischief. Absently he created different shadows on the walls. Thinking of different stories he could regale his fans with in his shadow plays.

Just as he stood to stretch his ear twitched. Catching onto a whistling sound. Summoning his violet staff he took up a defensive position when Wukong kicked a hole in his wall.

A sardonic grin tugged at his lips.

"Well well well look who it is. How's it going, Wukong?" He mocked with a dry chuckle.

"I need a favor." Sun growled folding his arms.

"Ohoho a favor huh? And you think I'm gonna help you?! Classic Monkey King." He turned away.

"I'm not just asking." Monkey King stated firmly.

"So you're demanding? Aheh. Not a chance." Macaque summoned his shadow portal.

"No, I'm bargaining."

Macaque paused tilting his head a bit.

"Do my ears deceive me? Did you just say a bargain?!" Macaque chuckled looking over his shoulder.

Monkey King never bargained. He was desperate.

Oh he could use this.

"I'm listening." Macaque turned folding his arms and raising a brow with a smirk.

Monkey King felt his insides roil. This was a bad plan. A terrible plan. If he made this deal he'd have to deal with this arrogant jerk forever. That was the moment his mind flickered back to the past month.

He decided then that it was worth it. You were worth it.

"If you'll teach Y/n magic, properly, until she is content, I'll give you a peach of immortality."

Macaque's eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly.

A peach of immortality?! Wukong had to be bluffing.

Macaque analyzed him carefully. But Monkey King looked serious as ever. Determination sparking in his golden eyes. So he wasn't bluffing.

"You're serious?!" Macaque laughed. "You really are an idiot."

Monkey King rolled his eyes.

"Yes or no, Macaque?"

Macaque paused.

That was it? No backhanded comment, no posturing, no lie about having other options?! Macaque almost couldn't believe his luck. Wukong was basically out of options. And more or less at his mercy.

That was the moment he truly considered the offer. A peach of immortality was tempting. He had tasted death before, suffice to say it hadn't been pleasant. He'd avoid it as much as possible. But immortality was forever. There was no going back after that first bite.

All he had to do was teach a kid some magic parlor tricks. And suddenly the ability to destroy Monkey King was a very real possibility.

"Alright." Macaque agreed with a grin. "But I got a few rules of my own." What was a little torture between enemies? He'd make this as unbearable for the Monkey King as possible.

Monkey King's eyes narrowed but he didn't object.

"First you aren't allowed to sit in on lessons."

Wukong bristled and Macaque grinned knowing he must have struck a nerve.

"I can't have you distracting this Y/n, who ever she is." Macaque dismissed any argument that might slip from Monkey King with the simple statement. "She'll need to focus. Second, she has to do as I say. Or I can't teach her anything."

Macaque could have swore he saw murder alight in Monkey King's eyes.

"And last but not least," Macaque added with an evil little smile leaning forward, "I'm gonna need access to flower fruit mountain."

You stretched with a yawn as sunlight spilled into your room and birds began singing outside your window.

You dressed quickly and headed outside to find something to do while Monkey King would begin training M.k.

Only you never made it farther than a few steps outside the hut.

A black Monkey stood not four paces away with a malicious grin his arms folded across his chest.

"You must be Y/n. Funny, I don't recall you ever having a kid Monkey King." He scoffed shooting your father a look as Monkey King stepped past him.

"There's a lot you don't know." Your father fumed as you hid behind him.

"Dad." You whispered. "What is he doing here?!" You couldn't keep the panic from your tone as your eyes flicked to him then back to your father.

Monkey King sighed and pulled you aside.

"He's here to teach you magic, chimp."

You peered over your father's shoulder.

"But I thought you said-"

"He's dangerous. I know I know it doesn't make any sense." Monkey King finished for you. "But he knows his way around a spell. And if he so much as looks at you wrong I'll kill him." Monkey King said the last part loud enough for macaque to hear. Though from what you knew of him, he likely had heard every word regardless.

The black monkey scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I don't have all day ya know."

You looked at Monkey King then at Macaque.

Monkey King nodded so you walked over to Macaque albeit hesitantly.

"So, you're my new student." Macaque smiled in a way that made your stomach sink. "Why don't you show me what 'cha got?"

Lessons that day were particularly violent eruptions since you hadn't practiced in so long. But Macaque seemed to understand your struggles almost instantly.

He dropped the sarcastic smile and seriously began teaching you how to concentrate, what to focus on, what spells to use, and how to preform them.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months as you studied under Macaque. Each spell became slowly less violent. Until one day.

You placed an apple on the table top as Macaque instructed.

"Good, now step back and try that glamour spell again." Macaque urged stepping back a few paces as well.

You sucked in a breath and focused on the apple imagining it as an orange. The magic spilled from your fingers but you concentrated on the image in your mind's eye.

The apple seemed to morph then changed color taking on the appearance of an orange.

You gasped in excitement.

"I did it? I did it!" You cheered looking at Macaque.

He grinned.

"Good job, kiddo."

You raced over and hugged him tightly in excitement.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" You cheered before releasing him and rushing over to the apple. "I've gotta show, Monkey King!"

Macaque watched you dash out of the hut on your way to find your father with wide eyes. Y/n hadn't even noticed the way he'd gone rigid when she'd hugged him. Too caught up in her silly little victory.

A small smile tugged at his lips. Over the months he'd grown something of a soft spot for the kid. She was like M.k. pure hearted, kind, and sweet. He honestly couldn't bring himself to hurt her, even if it meant upsetting the world's worst father and mentor.

Meanwhile.

You raced to the hut spotting your father critiquing M.k.

"Dad!" You yelled.

Monkey King bristled and dashed towards you creating a sonic boom with his speed.

"What?! Did he hurt you?!" Your father panicked looking over you. "If he hurt you I swear-"

"Dad." You laughed cutting him off. "Look! I did it!" You cheered offering him the apple.

He stared at it a moment before smiling in confusion.

"Uhh that's great, chimp. You found an orange."

You laughed once again.

"No dad, look closer."

Monkey King rose an eyebrow at you then his eyes shone gold as he refocused his attention on the apple.

Eventually a slow grin spread over his lips.

"Hey! You're first glamour!" He cheered ruffling your hair. "Great job, Chimp."

You giggled excitedly.

A few weeks later:

You waited outside the dojo on a bench as you studied the most recent spell books Macaque had given you. This week was all about shadows and how to manipulate them.

He had introduced the topic with a shadow play then told you he wanted you to make your own.

You were thrilled. But this particular week Macaque had needed to grab something from his dojo. After begging Monkey King to let you come, he'd reluctantly agreed.

So, you swung your legs happily as you scanned the pages.

"What an interesting book." Someone mentioned from behind you.

You looked up to see a man in a finely tailored suit with a lopsided grin.

"Um...thanks." You responded awkwardly. Slowly, you closed the book and edged away.

"What's a beautiful young lady like you doing out on a park bench all alone?" He asked his tone polite but off kilter.

"Uhm just waiting for my uncle." You explained as the man circled the bench to stand Infront of you.

"Oh how delightful." The man's eyes shone a chilling blue. "We wouldn't want you to be left all alone now would we?"

Something inside of you screamed for you to run. So you glanced around looking for somewhere you could take off to.

"Actually-" you began but the Man grabbed your wrist.

"The lady bone demon would be delighted to keep you company. Oh and she'll be needing that book."

You gasped and attempted to rip your hand away spying Macaque stepping from the dojo as the man tugged you against his chest.

"MACAQUE!" you screamed as blue mist swirled around you.

A panicked and almost fearful look sparked to life on Macaque's features just before he lunged for you.

"Y/N!" He yelled.

But before he could reach you the world around you faded to black.

Macaque caught himself with a skid that ripped up the ground at his boots. And growled as he realized Y/n was now a prisoner of the worst demoness he knew. He couldn't hope to take her on without help.

Fear exploded in his gut as he looked in the direction of flower fruit mountain.

And Monkey King might just kill him first.

*Whew that's a doozy I think I'll leave on a cliffhanger til I finish requests. Don't worry I only have a few more. 😈. Anywho this was a combination of requests. From ARandom_Reader and ikissedjo so you have them to thank for the inspiration for this lovely arch. Let me know if you want a part two after I finish requests.*

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Do you think that Callum unlocking deep magic could cause him to invent a better magic system?

Ooooh, that’s a very interesting question.

So before I can answer this ask properly, I’ll explain what I think deep magic actually is.

A few years back I made a theory post detailing what I believe deep magic to actually be, and to summarise what I’d said there:

I think deep magic is the underlying core of all magic, the base component from which all other magic is then created, and which all primal sources have in common (like a common denominator of every primal magic spell). When you remove all the various attributes from the other sources (fire from sun, earth from…earth), then what you’re left with is “pure” magic. Aka deep magic.

What that aforementioned post also proposes is that if you could tap into that deep magic and control it, then you should technically be able to control every kind of primal magic to a certain extent (since deep magic is maybe contained in every form of magic).

This was my original theory as to how Aaravos seemingly mastered all six of the primal sources; he simply found a way to control deep magic. These days I don’t think I’d brush him off as „just“ a deep magic user rather than a master of all six sources, but I still think it might’ve played a part in that.

Now to your actual question @dragoncoreice :

Could Callum invent a better magic system using deep magic?

Here’s the thing;

The world of Xadia is built with and upon the six primal sources. Regardless of how they’re getting used, they are the basic building blocks of this reality. So they’re always going to exist in some way, and they aren’t going to be replaced, which I doubt would be even possible.

But I do think that this system of six primals can be improved.

One gripe that I’ve always had with magic (and elven societies for that matter) in the tdp universe is that it’s seemingly so segregated:

The sunfire elves only use sunfire tools, the moonshadow elves only live in villages in this one particular forest, and the ocean elves stay in the water. There seems to be very little exchange happening between the elves and even the dragons, with most of them keeping to their own people and communities, unless they have a practical reason to interact with another.

Similarly, there seems to be no blending of magic in Xadia: every magical item, spell or living being (save for Aaravos) is strictly tied to one primal source, and can only exude magic from that source. Yes, someone can cast magic from another source if it’s in the form of a magical stone/gem or plants, but even then, it’s technically the item doing the magic, not the person.

That is where I think deep magic could help.

If every primal source has the same base component, then it should be possible to combine or even blend different types of magic using that component [deep magic].

So instead of needing to rely on a tidebound elf or an ocean gem to perform a healing spell, a moonshadow elf could tap into deep magic and use that to then indirectly use a nearby water source to cast a healing spell. It may not be as good as from an ocean mage, but it could do the trick.

Or a sky mage could tap into deep magic and use it to sow fire magic into a lightning spell, and create whole new spells that are built from TWO different primal sources.

Once the merging of different types of magic is a thing, a whole world of new possibilities opens up and creates opportunities for new inventions and extraordinary new spells unlike anything that was seen before. And technically it would still be based on the six-primal-sources-system, but better.

So to put it shortly: no, I don’t think discovering deep magic could allow someone to invent a whole new magic system that replaces the old one. But I do think that it could greatly improve and enrich the current one.

Now, wether Callum is the one to unlock deep magic or not is left to be seen, but knowing how passionate he is about magic, he’s definitely going to get involved with it. Once he does get his hands on it, he’ll want to play with deep magic and see where he could go with it.

But considering how one of the shows most prevalent themes is about unity and teamwork, about how working towards a shared future and helping each other out is better than being alone, I wouldn’t be surprised if this revolution of magic didn’t come from Callum alone.

He might instigate it, yes, but I could really see him actually reaching out and teaching others how to tap into deep magic, so that anyone could go and invent new spells and magic; so that everyone has the chance to change the world.

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Thanks for reading✨

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I Need You to Wake Up

Pairing: Doctor Strange x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Death, some gore, angst

AN: Yet another angst oneshot!

Summary: When Y/N is captured by Hydra, Stephen finally finds them, but he might be too late.

They had done it. Hydra had finally taken you. After years of sending threats to the sanctum, to your husband and you, to Shield and the Avengers, they had finally managed to do it.

You never thought that they would get to you, with your magic and other powers there was no chance. You were wrong, everyone was wrong. Stephen, you, Fury, Tony, and the others, all wrong.

Being the sorcerer's supreme partner should have protected you. You knew more about the mystic arts than anyone except him, maybe even more than him. Both of you knew he had his enemies, but they knew not to lay a hand on you, they had seen you on the battlefield alone enough to tear an army apart, and they had also seen you with your husband when the two of you were together anything was possible.

You two were the perfect team, the Strange's. Not anymore, it wasn't falling out of love or anything, it was this. An organization run by idiots, yet they somehow did the impossible.

At first, it was unclear why they took you. You thought it was to get to your husband, he was one of the most powerful people on earth. It turns out they just wanted a weapon like they tried to do to Barnes but with more unlimited power.

You knew it would be unsuccessful, knowing the proper spells to keep anyone out of your mind, even Stephen. What you did not expect was the beatings, the restraints that took most of your magic, them taking your sling ring, and the inability to reach out to your husband.

No doubt Stephen was worried sick, you were for him. It had been months since Hydra had taken you, you were getting desperate, believing that he may never find you, not knowing the cruel nature in store for you.

The day seemed like an average one, a guard woke you up. You asked him how long you had been here, he whispered to you eight months. After eight months of torture, if you never psychically recovered you sure as hell would not mentally. If Stephen came he would not hesitate to kill every single soul in this building.

Then the day started to become not-so-average, and the guard brought you out to a pit. One that eerily reminded you of a firing squad. Pushing you to the bottom, you had looked around thinking maybe this was just to let you out for a while, that's when the bullet struck.

The first one struck your shoulder, and the pain seared through you, not as bad as some injuries before but still enough to bring tears to your eyes. The second one struck your leg, this time you could not hold back a scream. You started to think that this may be the end, that you may never get to see Stephen or anyone you cared about ever again before you passed, little did you know, the agents were on orders to not kill you but only wound you severely.

The third one was the worse, it hit your right arm, your dominant one. The bullet flew threw, you watched as it entered one end to come out the other. Rendering you useless, unable to complete a single task. That was also the breaking point, the moment where the pain overtook you, you felt nothing but it, you thought death had gotten its grasp on you and succumbed to the dark.

You woke up, wondering what happened to you after that new form of pain and torture, your eyes answered that question. Glancing around, you found yourself strapped to a metal table, ruins etched onto the straps to prevent you from using magic and escaping. I cannot give in, no matter what they do.

A scientist entered the room, an unnerving smile painted on her ugly face, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to punch. "I see you woke up Mx. Strange. I'm afraid I have bad news," she paused for a moment before continuing, "you didn't escape. And you, my dear, are about to meet your untimely death."

Speaking back would only prolong it, if death was inevitable you might as well make it short. Stephen would not want you to make it longer than needed. If only he was here.

The torture soon began.

They didn't seem to care what they did, you were going to die anyway. It started with the skin, peeling bits off, luckily they stopped that after a few minutes. Then came the serums, injecting them, using a machine to incubate them, and noting their effects. Next came the beatings, with various objects, and different forces, they took note of how long it took bruises to form and how much each weapon and object damaged you.

At this point you had given up completely, Stephen was not coming now or ever. All you could do was wait and wait and go with the pain, the tears that filled your eyes with each hit, cut, or injection, and the screams and wails that left your mouth.

You knew when you had begun to die, your bullet wounds were only treated with a rag tied against them. You were bleeding out, the injections making you weaker as well, the cuts doing no help to stop the blood loss.

You only could hope that Stephen knew you loved him. That you were sorry he would never get to say goodbye. That while in this place all you could think about was him, your darling husband, your soulmate.

So when the dark came, you decided to not fight it, to let it take you so you could escape from here, even if it meant not seeing him one last time.

At that moment the door popped open, and your husband was there. It's too much of a coincidence, it is just a hallucination before I die.

He was covered in blood, and before you knew it every worker in the room lay on the floor dead, not a word could even be uttered before they fell. "Y/N, love. Your powers, the pain, it sent off a wave to me. I was able to portal here to you." He made his way over to cup your head.

-Stephen's Point of View-

I watched as they grew weaker by the second. Of course, the only way they could reach out was if they were in so much pain. They were going to die. I could do nothing. No amount of healing magic could fix this.

Their skin was lighter than normal, blood covered the table they rested on. I could see the wounds on every part of their body.

I had only just found them. After months and months of searching. Calling in every possible favor, dragging everyone in, for it to be fruitless and only to reach them on their deathbed.

"Y/N," I told them, as I cupped their head, "I'm going to portal us to our room, so you can be comfortable."

If I could do anything, I would at least give them their last few moments full of comfort and a sense of home.

Picking their weak body up bridal style, I could feel the weight they lost. How little they had eaten, and how much had been taken away. Opening a portal I placed them down, resting their head on my pillow, they always said they stole it because it smelled like me.

Gazing down at my love, who I had only just now gotten back, I met their eyes as mine filled with tears. Placing my hand on them, I placed a spell to numb the pain, take it away so their last few waking moments could be spent with me.

"Stephen," they whispered to me while tears streamed down their scarred face, "I'm scared, I don't want to leave you."

I have to lie. "It will be alright," I murmured through my tears, "we will get through this." Cupping their cheeks, I gazed into their eyes, slowly drooping as their breathing became more and more labored than before.

"I love you," they whispered through the pain, "I wish I could have seen you sooner. I'm just happy that my last moment is with you."

"I love you more than anything. I am so sorry I could not find you sooner. I love you to the Heavens and back Y/N, my darling, darling partner." They smiled at the statement, the life slowly drained from their eyes and body.

I couldn't accept it. They're not dead, I only just got them back. "Please Y/N," I whispered to the body lying in my bed as I sobbed with tears streaming down my face even faster than before, "I need you to wake up."

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