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damn-daemon · 8 months
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epicy0n · 6 months
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First design V. Most Recent
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What a difference a year makes (the new one was made today in my genocide class)
But, I need some help
I’m struggling with names
- Aquila Corvus Black
- Aquila Vulpecula Black
- Lyra Corvus Black
- Scorpia Aquila Black
- Europa Corvus Black
And many other name order variations
If anyone has any recommendations for a name for a Black Family OC PLEASE HELP ME. I’m mainly going for stars or constellations.
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Legion of the Black - Story of the Wild Ones
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I will only be posting the first chapter here. If you want to read the whole fic (it is fully finished) you can check out the link at the bottom of this post or in my pinned.
Be warned there is some very heavy subject matter, all warnings are posted in the fic description on AO3. This first chapter has no warnings.
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I hummed absent-mindedly to myself as I brushed an old piece of charcoal over a torn cloth - the ashes on the material was the closest one could get to a pencil on paper these days. The ashes created smudges on the cloth - not nearly as neat as I would have liked - leaving behind lines of varying weight as I pressed lighter in some areas and harder in others. My eyes followed my fingers intently as a poorly-drawn bird came into shape. Having been so long since I had seen a bird, let alone heard a distant birdsong, the details were wobbly and vague. It didn’t help that my fingers cramped uncomfortably, holding the odd shape of the charcoal.
“Maracheck!” I jumped at the sound of my friend’s voice as they stormed through the door (which was really just another old rag hanging over a hole in the wall of the old trailer we had converted into our home.) My closest friend, Forrest, glanced from me to the rag in my hand and back to me, their expression shifting into one of horror.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” They demanded. I sighed.
“Drawing?” I replied. I knew drawing was illegal. As was humming, singing, dancing, and basically anything creative that you could think of. Just dragging charcoal across cloth and humming quietly would have got me killed had the wrong people heard or seen me. “It’s fine!” I insisted as Forrest snatched the rag from my hands. “No one’s been within five miles of the camp for the last three months and even then they didn’t even know we were here.” While I tried my best to look and sound calm, a shiver ran down my back as I thought back to the event.
Abandoned vehicles weren’t exactly a rare sight in these wastelands - or so I had heard - and unless you were a survivor looking for supplies or shelter, there wasn’t anything remarkable about them at all.
Our camp consisted of five total trailers, all of varying size and sturdiness. Forrest and I slept in the smallest one. It also just so happened to be the least stable one. Every day another pipe or sheet of metal would fall on someone’s foot or head; it wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.
Forrest glared at me again, fighting back tears.
“I don’t care how safe you think it is!” They cried, “What if someone heard you? What if someone else in the camp decided that you constantly humming and drawing was putting us all in too much danger and turned you in?”
I didn’t know what to say and Forrest fell silent as their voice began to crack and tears started to fall. I jumped to my feet and pulled them into a hug.
“I’m sorry,” I admitted honestly, “I promise I’ll try harder. No more art. No more music.” It was a difficult thing to promise, but if it kept us alive...
“I don’t want to lose you,” Forrest sobbed softly into my shoulder.
“I promise you,” I said sternly, “I will always be here. You will never, ever lose me.”
That night I lay awake, listening to the soft grumbles of Forrest snoring beside me. Some days I fell asleep with no problem, only to awake the next day feeling as though I hadn’t slept in weeks. Other days, I lay awake for hours - sometimes being able to watch the sun rise - and I would put on my best I-got-a-full-night’s-sleep impression the next day. Tonight seemed to be one of those nights.
I sighed to myself and sat up. This was a stupid thing to do. So unbelievably stupid, no one with half a brain would do it. Still, I found myself stepping outside as quietly as possible and making my way to the edge of the cliff our camp sat upon. I knew the way down - a hand here, a foot there, climb around the foothold that had been damaged by a small rock slide, let go and bend your knees as you land.
Glancing around once more to make sure I was alone, I reached for a rag draped over a rock. At a glance it appeared to be merely sitting there, as though a small breeze would surely carry it away at any moment. I adjusted the rocks subtly holding it in place and pulled it back to reveal a mess of wires and circuits and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still here.
Pulling the half-functioning pile of machinery into my lap as I sat down, I reached for a few radio knobs and started to fiddle with them, turning them this way and that until the gradually forming static made way for voices. I kept turning them, not wanting to stop and listen to whatever lies F.E.A.R was spreading this time.
I remained where I was, cross-legged on the filthy ground for a long time. I was unsure how long I sat there for, adjusting wires and turning knobs, until finally, I heard what I had been searching for. Amidst the static was the strum of a guitar, accompanied by the beat of drums and a bass. And then, there it was. That voice.
He sang so beautifully, his voice carrying hope and anger, belief and fear, readiness and desperation. It was dull, a little hard to hear through the static, but certainly there.
I revelled in the music for as long as I dared, trying to force my shoulders to relax but being unable to resist a few glances around to keep reassuring myself that I was truly alone.
It’s okay, I thought, no one’s ever out this late at night. Despite this, I decided it was time to head back. Hesitantly, I switched off the make-shift radio, cutting off the music, and not for the first time I felt myself filling with the anxiety that I may never hear it again. I tried to ignore it, but I could swear that feeling was a lot stronger that evening than it had ever been before.
Taking care to hide the radio as well as I could, I positioned the rag back in place and scrambled back up the cliff face, entirely oblivious of the horned figure staring at me from afar.
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lxxnheart · 2 years
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CONTEXT, PLEASE
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pairing: aquila solaris lehnsherr-black x theodore ambrose wyllt
warnings: humor; drabble; prompt; fluff; enemies to lovers; weird friends; sex mentions and suggestions
fandom: potterhead
author’s note: english is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical errors; this is part of a super shuffled fanfic i created in my head with regulus black’s children (aquila is the fourth child of five)
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   Aquila tried to hold back a laugh when Stan spoke one more of his randomnesses and received a shove from his girlfriend, but when Serpens, below her, began to laugh outrageously, she couldn't help it and started to giggle. The girl loved the way her siblings got along with her friends.
   Syd got into a debate with the boy about how it made no sense, supplemented by Crux and Max, when Teddy came into the sight of the six other wizards. He looked a little embarrassed that was interfering with the conversation, and was visibly limping.
— Hey, Teddy — Aquila spoke, surprising everyone, since it was her mission in life to ignore the boy. Maxine was so surprised that she took her legs off Crux's lap and sat up properly, concentrated to know what this unexpected conversation would lead to.
— Hey, Aquila — this time it's Sydney that almost falls when doesn't hear the typical "sunshine" come out of Theo's mouth, but instead the real name of the girl — I just wanted to say thanks for this morning. My ass is so sore, i can't even walk straight.
— It was a mess. But like i said, it looks like you were born for this — she got off her brother's lap, crossing her legs as she faced the taller one.
— Context, please — Stan spoke. A curious tone in his voice.
— She helped me to ride — Teddy replied.
— I'm sure she helped — Max's laughter followed the comment.
— Not that this is wrong — Serpens hastened to say — It's totally normal and each person has their own… preferences?
— Yep. Although that wasn't my first guess about you — Syd spoke, resting her head on her hand.
— What are you guys talking about? — the youngest of the Lehnsherr-Black daughters asked, like they weren't saying anything with sense.
— They're deducing that you, dear sister of mine, had sex with The Chosen One, in which specifically you had the penetrative "power" — Crux explained. Surprisingly, the person who blushed was Theo, not Aquila.
— What nonsense! — the girl replied — I just taught him how to ride a broom!
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aquilas-designs · 11 months
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Maracheck doodle make during work
(BVB LOTB OC)
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maddymoreau · 1 month
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MaddyMoreau's F/O List
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In no order:
Main F/O
• Aquila (Dragon Quest IX)
• Banban (Garten of Banban)
• Big Daddy (Bioshock)
• Deku Butler (Majora’s Mask)
• Gentleman (Fear and Hunger: Termina)
• Lucifer (Obey Me)
• Robert Edwin House (Fallout New Vegas)
• Salvatore Moreau (Resident Evil Village)
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───────✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.───────
Secondary F/O
• Dorian (10:16)
• Jet Black (Cowboy Bebop)
• Niall (Parasite in Love)
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Platonic F/O
• Huggy Wuggy (Poppy Playtime)
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Familial F/O
• SCP-5725-C (SCP)
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OC X Canon
• Gordie (Pokémon Sword and Shield)
• Jonathon Ohnn (Across The Spiderverse)
• Philip Wittebane (The Owl House)
• Seteth (Fire Emblem Three Houses)
• Yes Man (Fallout New Vegas)
───────✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.───────
Characters who are no longer F/Os but I’m very grateful for how they’ve impacted my life.
• Arch Dornan (Fallout 2)
• Jimmy (Hangman 2016)
(Jimmy makes me think of Toby's lovely writing)
• Nick (Rotten Dinner)
• Sans (Undertale)
(In my mind that’s Imglowingindarkness’ boyfriend)
• Slashers (IE Thomas Hewitt, Chromeskull, Asa Emory and Brahms Heelshire)
(Asa Emory always makes me think of Hong, Skud and Zira)
(While Brahms Heelshire makes me think of Vexmoth and Kurjakani. Brutus if you’re reading this I’m still obsessed with the dynamic you wrote between Brahms x Sirppi. Along with Loud!!)
I actually remember all the lore I had planned out for these old F/Os. My self inserts along with how the romance/story would play out. However when I think of these characters they give me more of a happy nostalgic feeling then romantic.
Thanks to these characters I’ve grown and have had many wonderful experiences so it feels odd to not mention them.
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princessofroses · 5 months
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UNPOPULAR OPINIONS ABOUT HARRY POTTER
Comparing James to Draco is dumb, James Potter wasn't a coward, he fought actively with the Order of the Phoenix to protect Muggle-Borns like Lily, whilst Draco was a Daddy's boy coward who jumped off a sinking ship at the right time. I don't even like James but I admit he's a better person than Dracock Malfuck.
Narcissa Malfoy is over-praised, people don't realize Cissy was born a BLACK, and espouses the same blood-purist ideologies that Bellatrix does, she just cares more about her son than a noseless maniac who constantly humiliated her family in the past, she cared nothing for Harry, she was still the same Narcissa Malfoy in HBP, she cared about her son and would do anything to protect him, she's proof that even racists can love, it's not shocking.
Remadora is not a problematic ship, y'all infantilize the fuck out of Tonks, just because your stupid Wolfstar ship ain't canon doesn't mean you have to bash Tonks. Plus Remus and Sirius weren't really friends if you really think about it, Peter, Sirius and Remus's best friend can be summarized as James Potter, no one else, for the longest time Remus though Sirius was a spy, and Sirius though Remus was a spy, not to mention the shrieking shack situation, not healthy relationship material.
Jegulus is the equivalent of internet vomit. Regulus is a racist blood-purist, no amount of babygirlification would change the fact Regulus was perfectly okay with the House of Black and Voldemort's racist ideology until his mistreatment of Kreacher. James on the other hand fought valiantly for Muggle-Born rights with the Order of the Phoenix.
"eughh I ship Dramioneeee, Draco never made Hermione cry but Ron did" spoken like a true movie watcher, I am pretty sure when Draco hurled Densaugeo at Hermione, she cried, granted it wasn't meant for her, but Draco never bothered to apologize or make it up to her. Not to mention he joked about the prospect of Hermione getting sexually assaulted in GoF and wished her dead in CoS.
Continuing with my anti-Dramione tangent, most Dramione writers fall into two categories, people who think Emma Watson and Tom Felton are cute together or self-insert writers who imagine themselves as Hermione.
I love Luna Lovegood but to be honest, but she's a crazed conspiracy theorist who spouts everything her father says without question, if she were a muggle, she'd be spouting QAnon, Flat Earth and Illuminati theories unironically and would probably be into Alex Jones shit.
In FanFiction, I hate it when authors give OC Characters related to canon characters unfitting names. Like Emily Malfoy or Clara Black. For a Malfoy sister fic, it should probably be a constellation or a flower, like Vega Malfoy or Violet Malfoy, for a Sirius sister fanfic, I'd imagine Aquila or Lyra, I'm trying to shy away from the overused Cassiopeia here.
Tomarry fics make me wish the mayans were right about 2012.
Dramione rant again (Sorry), is mostly about Hermione fixing Draco, as if that is her job or responsibility to force an arsehole to change his ways, it's basically about having a smart girl light herself on fire so a racist can be warm.
Lets be honest, if Fred or George were in your class or dorm, you'd hate them. Not to mention they were shit brothers to Ron and Percy.
Making Alice in the Marauders year is dumb, she was a respected Auror which takes training, so she'd probably be years above the marauders. It took Tonks a long while to become an Auror, and Alice is a RESPECTED Auror, which means she probably had been in the field for a long time.
Slytherin Skittles is the cringiest shit I've ever seen. You do realise Evan Rosier disfigured a man and Barty Crouch Jr. assisted in the torture of two innocent Aurors. So what he had an abusive childhood, Harry did and he's not a complete dick.
Hagrid is an irresponsible teacher who endangered the trio many times.
No one would want a canon Marauders prequel, because if Mrs. Rowling sticked to canon, people would shit themselves that Regulus isn't a femboy autistic soft boi but an actual racist. They'd be shocked to found out Remus Lupin isn't a study-hard nerd, the Marauders aren't popular sex-gods (They literally had codenames, that's one of the dorkiest things you can do), Peter Pettigrew wasn't always a snide bastard, Marlene and Dorcas aren't canonically in a relationship and aren't ever mentioned to be in the marauders era year and the Frank and Alice were probably in Auror training when the marauders were forming.
Peeps should stop shipping Hermione with everyone, especially Death Eaters; Bellamione, Lumione, Dramione, Rabmione, Scabmione, Tomione, Rodolmione, Fenrirmione heck even Dolomione.
Marriage Law Fics are shit, they are usually centered around Hermione being shipped with a Death Eater (What are the odds my fellas?) I'll remind you Hermione is perfectly happy with her ginger prince charming and would fight against such law if it were to ever happen.
Remus was an irresponsible adult to Harry. He unintentionally became a father-figure to him (before even Sirius) by his connections to James and Lily and by being the first D.A.D.A Professor who didn't have Voldemort on the back of his head and didn't have cats for brains. However he endangered Harry selfishly by not warning him of his lycanthropy for HIS OWN SAKE while Snape told everyone his secret even if it would affect his own character. Lupin's response was just fleeing and not even acknowledging Harry's existence in GoF until Order of the Phoenix.
Molly was right about Sirius. Think about it, Sirius Black is a mentally unstable man with the mind of a rebellious teenager, his mind had been overrun with Dementors and so had part of his sanity. Molly was just looking out for Harry and was right when she said Sirius confuses Haz for James. And yes, she is absolutely trying to be Lily because Harry has grown up an orphan without parents and with an abusive background, and having 7 children herself , would realize when a child needs a mother figure.
5th Marauders fics can usually be summarized as this; "Hello, my name is Amethyst Black, my siblings are Sirius and Regulus - oh and I'm a Metamorphmagus, Seer, Veela werewolf hybrid, I am such a quirky blood-traitor that I got into Gryffindor with my short gay brother Sirius who totally wants to deepthroat Remmy UwU. I have the hots for James Potter senpaii. My parents are so mean to me btw, like Walburga uses Crucio on me because I am seggsy and hawt and Orion beats me up everyday for being built like a Kardashian, so jelly. Anyways, Snape also has a crush on me, but that whore can go kill himself because i am so perfect and awesome. Marlene is my lesbian zesty friend who has the hawts for Dorcas Meadowes, some rando slytherin whore ig, here is my story on how I defeated Voldemort and became the mother of 50 potter children."
Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Berkshire are abominations of fanfic cringe, Mattheo Riddle is basically a wizard british version of an equally terrible character names Marcus Lopez, I am sure Mr. Wadsworth is a very nice stand up guy in real life, but he's so fucking ugly, he looks like every TikTok boy I've ever seen, I can get Berkshire, people fancast him as Louis Partridge, but Berkshire's character gives me cancer.
Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott are examples of canon ocs.
Bellatrix Lestrange child fanfics are for the most part pretty bad, it's usually a Bellamort or Belladolphus child and I don't think it's in character for Bellatrix to even have a child, that's why I despised Cursed Child so much.
Having Dorea Black as Harry Potter's grandmom makes no sense. Sirius's early arc was mostly having a found family, and since Dorea would be his great-aunt, that's not really a founding family. Euphemia and Fleamont are way better, you can do so much with them. You can make Euphemia a Rosier, Lestrange, Fawley, Nott, Greengrass, Yaxley or Crouch if you want.
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randomestfandoms-ocs · 4 months
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Harry Potter OC Masterlist ( A-K )
[ INVICTUS SERIES ] [ L-Z ]
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Name: Adhara Black
Story: Blackbird
Series: Lament
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Alyvia Alyn Lind & Emily Alyn Lind
Love Interest: Theodore Nott
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Name: Adrasteia Avery
Story: Love Thorns
Series: Garden Song
House: tbd
Era: Marauder's Era
Face claim: Madelaine Petsch & Amy Adams
Love Interest: Gideon Prewett
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Name: Adriana Flores
Story: Is There Somewhere?
House: Slytherin
Era: Marauders Era
Face claim:  Ester Exposito
Love Interest: James Potter
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Name: Alora Scamander
Story: Chasing Hurricans
Series: Chasing Storms
House: Ravenclaw
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Milly Alcock & Saorise Ronan
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Name: Amalthea Black
Story: Alchemical
Series: Family Jewels
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Avi Lake & Natalia Dyer
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Name: Anastasia Campbell
Story: A Whole New World
House: Ilvermorny
Era: Golden Era
Face claim:  Sofia Carson
Love Interest: George Weasley
With a war brewing on the horizon, everyone was desperate for a bit of hope.  And Kingsley Shacklebolt had the answer. And he had the pitch.It’s our only hope of stopping Potter from spreading more lies, he told Cornelius Fudge.  It’s our only hope of getting Potter away from Umbridge, he told Dumbledore.  It’s our only hope of protecting these children, he told the Order.  It’s our only hope of uniting our countries, he told Headmistress Averill.  It’s the only hope for saving your daughter, he told President Campbell.But, what is it?  It’s the first contact between the British and American magical worlds since Newt Scamander and Gellert Grindelwald fought on American soil.  It’s an exchange program, of sorts.  It’s sending a select group of students from Hogwarts to Ilvermorny for a year, introducing them to their American counterparts.Kingsley knew that it was the only chance to win the war, but even he didn’t anticipate just how much a few Americans could change things in a single year.
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Name: Annette Diggory
Story: Hounds Of Love
House: Hufflepuff
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Willow Shields & Kristine Froseth
Love Interest: George Weasley
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Name: Aquila Black
Story: Do You Believe In Magic?
House: N/A
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Victoria Pedretti
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Name: Ara Black
Story: Blood Calls To Blood
House: Gryffindor
Era: Golden Era
Face claim:  Mackenzie Foy & Kaya Scodelario
Love Interest: Harry Potter
When Ara Black was a year old, her father was arrested and thrown into Azkaban without a trial, and she was adopted by her Aunt Andromeda.  For the next twelve years, Ara was perfectly fine with being Ara Tonks; with being normal; with being unnoticed.  But when her father breaks out of Azkaban, on her thirteenth birthday no less, she knows that it’s only a matter of time before all her secrets are revealed.
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Name: Bobbie Fortescue
Story: Reverie
House: Hufflepuff
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: McKenna Grace & Ginny Gardner
Love Interest: Ernie MacMillan
Being a child of the first Wizarding War was far from easy.  Like so many, Bobbie’s parents had been killed during the war, and she’d been raised by her grandfather.  A fiercely protective man, having lost both his son and daughter — Bobbie’s Aunt Alice — to death eaters, Bobbie’s little world had been mostly limited to the ice cream parlour and their apartment above it.  Small, safe, lonely. But there were bright spots in her life too.  There was her cousin, Neville, whom she was allowed to visit once a week.  There was Madam Villanelle from Flourish and Blotts, who would always let Bobbie sit and read safely within her grandfather’s view from the parlour.   There was Ernie MacMillan, the sweet boy who always stopped by to say hi when he was in the Alley — to whom Bobbie always snuck a free ice cream.  And there was Hogwarts.  The dream of a future, of a world beyond the small section of Diagon Alley that could easily be seen from her grandfather’s shop.  The dream of friends, of excitement, knowledge, adventure. But when Bobbie gets to Hogwarts, it’s nothing like she expected.  Sorted into Hufflepuff and separated from Neville, she finds herself floundering.  The world outside of the parlour is bigger, louder, more dangerous than Bobbie had ever dreamed, and the only person who seems to notice how badly she’s handling it is none other than Ernie MacMillan himself.
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Name: Carina Goldberg
Story: Do You Believe In Magic
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim:  Raffey Cassidy & Danielle Campbell
Love Interest: Harry Potter
Carina Goldberg knew magic was real. She’d known it was real sinceher first brush with accidental magic, when she was only five years old.  Her mum had sat her down to tell her all about the Wizarding World—that she, herself, was a squib, a magic-less child from a magical family, who never expected to have a magical daughter herself.  So, she knew of magic.  But when her owl comes from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, she finds that there’s still a lot that she doesn’t know.  She knew nothing about her own family’s dark history, or that her best friend, Harry, was famous in the Wizarding World, and she definitely didn’t know about the evil lurking in the shadows, threatening to destroy the world once more.
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Name: Cassia Potter
Story: The Captain Of My Fate
Series: Invictus
House: Gryffindor
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell
Love Interest: Dimitri Aleksander Volkov
Read it on AO3 HERE | FFnet HERE | Wattpad HERE
December 1981, two months after Voldemort’s defeat, Severus Snape introduced his daughter to the world.  Cassia Lily Snape, his daughter with Lily Evans who’d been kept a secret to protect her from both Voldemort and Lily’s husband, now a year old and living at Hogwarts with her father.Despite her father’s emotional absence, Cassia had never lacked in love, building a family of her own within the castle she called home.  The older she got, the more questions she had about her life and her mother, but she had long since accepted that they would remain unanswered.  But when she turned eleven and finally, finally, becomes a student herself, it’s not Cassia Lily Snape who’s called to be sorted.  It’s Cassia Alice Potter, a girl said to have disappeared ten years earlier.
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Name: Catherine Flamel
Story: Clair De Lune
Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead
House: Gryffindor or Beauxbatons
Era: Flamel Era
Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins
Love Interest: Sébastien Gautier
The only child of Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel, Catherine was just as much of a magical prodigy as her parents.  She had graduated at the top of her class at Beauxbatons, then proceeded to dedicate her passions alchemy and spellcraft to helping her people survive the ever increasing persecution that they were facing all across the continent.  But as time goes on and the struggle gets closer to home, she can’t help but wonder: had she been doing the right thing, or had she only been contributing to the endless death and destruction?
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Name: Celia Longbottom
Story: Wildflower
Series: Garden Song
House: tbd
Era: Marauder's Era
Face claim: Ella Purnell
Love Interest: Fabian Prewett
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Name: Clio Lupin
Story: Blood Moon
House: Hufflepuff
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Sophie Nélisse & Grace Van Dien
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Name: Corvina Black
Story: So It Goes
House: Durmstrang
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Stella Maeve
Love Interest: Viktor Krum
Corvina Karkaroff knew the life that was planned out for her.  She knew that her father had arranged her betrothal years earlier, and that within a month of her graduation she would be married.  Her future husband was fond of the dark arts and viewed marriage as a necessity for heirs, wives as nothing more than property – in short, he failed to pass the only request that Corvina might have had.  Still, with barely nine months left of her free life, she was determined to make the most of the time she had.  It was fortunate, really, that this would be the year of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the year that she could disappear to England and leave her future far behind.  One year.  One glorious year of international relations, thrilling competition, and clandestine meetings with Viktor, before she would have to return home and face reality.  But a lot can happen in one year, and by the time the ship docks back at Durmstrang, who knows what life may have in store.
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Name: Danica Lestrange
Story: Serpentine
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim:  Brenna D'Amico & Margaret Qualley
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Name: Dawn Connolly
Story: Stairway To Heaven
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter & Lily James
Love Interest: Sirius Black
When the wizarding world first went to war against Voldemort, seventeen year old Dawn Connolly was right there in the middle of it all. The muggleborn was still in her final year at Hogwarts, but she found herself stepping up within the Order of the Phoenix, alongside the infamous Marauders and her long time best friend and idol, Lily Potter. But one fateful Halloween, only months after finishing school tragedy shook Dawn’s world. Within hours, her closest confidant had died, as had two of her best friends, the third arrested and sent to jail, and the fourth locking himself away from the world. So Dawn packed up her life and returned to the muggle world. She kept her head down until most of her former colleagues had assumed her dead or forgotten about her entirely, working odd jobs in the town of Little Whinging, where she knew Lily’s sister lived. She waitressed, she sang, she wrote, she babysat Harry Potter. It wasn’t perfect, and she continued to grieve for her loved ones, but it was more than she could have hoped for; it was good. And then Sirius Black turns up on her doorstep.
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Name: Deianira Carrow
Story: Melodrama
Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead
House: Slytherin
Era: Riddle Era
Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins
Love Interest: Tom Riddle
Tom Riddle was, in a word, enchanting.  Deianira Carrow was two classes below him, but from her very first day of school, she had never been able to take her eyes off of him.  And somehow, in her third year and his fifth, he set his eyes on her as well.  From that day onwards, Deianira was always by his side.  She was in his innermost circle, his closest confidante, his right hand.  She was his.  And as the years pass by, as her graduation approaches, as schoolboy visions become a reality, Deianira knows one thing for certain.  She will always be his; even if it kills her.
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Name: Dimitri Aleksander Volkov
Story: The Captain Of My Fate
Series: Invictus
House: Durmstrang; Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Aidan Gallagher & Thomas Doherty
Love Interest: Cassia Potter
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Name: Dulcinea Ollivander
Story: Moonlight Sonata
House: Ravenclaw
Era: Marauder's Era
Face claim: Abby Ross & Hannah Murray
Dulcinea Ollivander had always believed that Hogwarts would be the best years of her life.  Raised on stories of lifelong friends and adventures that she would remember forever, she couldn’t wait to board the train and experience all of the wonder for herself.  And for the first few years, it had been true.  She’d found a home and a family within Ravenclaw tower, a passion for almost all of her classes, an unexpected love of quidditch, and even a crush in the form of Remus Lupin – it was everything she could have dreamed of and more.  But as Voldemort’s war lands on their doorstep, adventure and wonder must come to an end, and everyone has to decide just how far they’re willing to go to survive.
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Name: Elvira Lestrange
Story: Alchemical
Series: Family Jewels
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Dove Cameron
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Name: Emerald Evans
Story: Lightning Strikes
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim:  Sophia Lillis & Abigail Cowen
Love Interest: Theodore Nott
Emerald Evans would have once called herself perfectly normal, thank you very much.  Raised by her Aunt Mary in Little Whinging, happy if a little bit lonely, her life was entirely average.  Or so she thought, until a scrawny boy named Harry, with a funny scar and the same eyes as hers, walked into her classroom on the first day of primary school, and everything changed.  More and more often she was noticing things that were decidedly not normal — Aunt Mary holding something that had been across the room only moments before, ending up on a roof with no memory of moving, snakes that sounded more like whispers than hissing.  Little things and no so little things all piling up into one overwhelming, unsolvable puzzle, building and building right up to her eleventh birthday, when an owl flew into her window holding an envelope, of all things.
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Name: Eurydice Crouch
Story: If I Die Young
Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead
House: Slytherin
Era: Marauders Era
Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins
Love Interest: James Potter & Lily Evans
As the only daughter of House Crouch, Eurydice entered Hogwarts knowing that her only job was to secure herself a proper, respectable, political marriage.  It was all that she had been trained for, and she had already prepared a list of suitable suitors to acquaint herself with.  However that list didn’t account for her being sorted into Slytherin – she was supposed to be a Ravenclaw, thank you – and surrounded by families too dark to bolster her father’s political career.  It also didn’t account for a fledging friendship with either James Potter or Lily Evans, let alone for her growing feelings towards not one, but both of them.  And it most certainly didn’t account for Lord Voldemort’s growing obsession with her.
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Name: Gemini Black
Story: Once Bitten, Twice Shy
House: Slytherin
Era: Marauders’ Era
Face claim: Bailee Madison & Nina Dobrev
Love interest: Remus Lupin
Six years of inter-house rivalry could never come close to destroying the Black twins’ bond.  Even though most people only saw them as the Gryffindor rebel and the Slytherin princess, Sirius and Gemini were still as close as the day they were born.  After all, they were very much the same.  The only real differences were that Sirius had best friends and that his rebellion was much louder than hers - and that was no accident: the more obvious Sirius was in his opinions, the less anyone noticed Gemini’s.  But, as close as they were, they still had secrets.  Gemini still didn’t know the truth about Remus Lupin and his furry little problem, and Sirius… Sirius still didn’t know that she’d been in love with Remus since they were eleven.  Until one fateful full moon when Gemini goes to the Shrieking Shack to talk Sirius out of pranking Snape, and suddenly, for the first time in sixteen years, something might come between them.
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Name: Gwendolyn Pendragon
Story: Faultlines
Series: What Died Didn’t Stay Dead
House: Ravenclaw
Era: Fantastic Beasts
Face claim: Emily Carey & Lily Collins
Love Interest: Newt Scamander
Moving to America hadn’t been an easy decision, no matter what Gwendolyn Pendragon’s friends might claim.  Leaving behind her loved ones was hard enough, but abandoning the war effort was even worse.  But with Grinlewald fixated on her family name, the best way for her to protect anyone was to be far away.  It was a good plan, for a time.  But when she runs into her dearest friend for the first time in a decade, she has to face the truth.  Her time is running short, and her past is close on her heels.
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Name: Holly Evans
Story: Toil And Trouble
House: TBD
Era: Marauders’ Era
Face claim: Sadie Stanley & Sophie Turner & Karen Gillan
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Name: Iliana Prewett
Story: Rose Thorns
Series: Garden Song
House: Slytherin
Era: Golden Era
Face claim: Ellie Bamber
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Name: Jessica Stevens
Story: Love and War
House: Gryffindor
Face claim:  Olivia Holt & Emily Vancamp
Era: Marauder's Era / Golden Era
Love interest: Sirius Black
Everyone talked about the Marauders, close as brothers and all that, but no one ever talked about their female counterparts, close as sisters.  Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Fortescue, Mary Macdonald, and Jessica Stevens.  Best friends since the day they started at Hogwarts, it would always be the six of them.  But, as much as Lily hated James Potter, Jess loved Sirius Black.  And he loved her too.  But with their best friends hating each other, it seemed unlikely that they would ever have a chance to act on those feelings.  Even if they could have, they were a bit busy with a war, blood feuds, secret organizations, and trying to pass their OWLs.  Oh, and let’s not forget, a sickness that seemed to only be affecting muggle-borns like Jess and Lily.
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teecupangel · 3 months
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Happy belated holidays!
I’m enjoying scrolling through your tumblr and reading your AO3 fics (catching up on Eagle rn and istg Aquila is the best character out of the whole cast…ironically.)
Though all these Desmond posts I’m reading have me itching to resurrect my sister OC from a couple years ago.
I had kinda figured that with such a prestigious bloodline, Bill the bastard (I am in line to punch him) would want an heir and a spare. Whether or not that’s a twin is up for debate.
Mine was supposed to be the older twin, the one that stayed at the Farm and helped Desmond escape, to let him be free. Now I’m thinking…what then?
An identical twin sister, same bloodline… they take turns in the Animus.
Originally I was thinking about her taking Ezio’s Apple and being sent back to AC:Syndicate time for a Jacob pairing, but then I finished reading Beloved Moon and now I want an Altair pairing.
While I’m aware that the Animus requires Genetic memories during Desmond’s time, does it require the person to be the same gender genetically too? It’s a moot point by Origins (and I think as early as AC4 actually), but still.
Anyways, love your writing and your blog!
Happy belated holidays and advanced Happy New Year too, nonny!
Why ironically? Aquila is best birb and best boi! XD
Ooohh, that sounds interesting. I mean, if they’re twins, it doesn’t have to be a case of heir and spare since they wouldn’t have known they would have twins immediately. An older sibling for Desmond would hammer the heir and spare metaphor though.
You could also add in the angst of the two of them being made to compete against each other for the ‘heir’ spot even though neither of them want the spot.
Okay, so let’s talk about the Animus and its genetic memories requirement.
Before Black Flag, the subject must have the genetic memories BUT they don’t need to be of the same gender.
The primary example for this one is actually Aveline’s descendant:
Subject 1 was male and Vidic talks about him in the Subject Zero recordings in Black Flag, one of which is this:
No, it's fine. The Subject is unconscious. He's traipsing through 18th century New Orleans right now. In the memories of a woman. (Noob Files, Subject Zero – audio file 3)
So yeah, as long as they have the genetic memories, it was possible to relive the memories of their ancestor, regardless of the gender.
It became a moot point at Black Flag because the genetic memories are placed in the Animus by some other mean (in Origins and beyond, it seems to be a vial).
Good luck with your fic and I hope you have fun writing it :)
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labaguetteisdabest · 7 months
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i saw a friendship prompt post (can't remember whose) and one of the prompts was: ❛do you think we’re friends in every universe?❜
so i immediately thought of two of my ocs, adira and wesley. the prompt fit them perfectly so i decided to write a oneshot for them :)
also i wrote this at like 10:30 at night so if there's any mistakes, thats why
I had asked Adira to braid my hair, which meant she had to whip out her hair straightener.
“Careful, Wes!” she laughs. “Stop moving your head or I’ll burn you!”
“Well, it’s literally flaming hot! Of course I’m gonna flinch away!” I retort. But I oblige and stop moving.
I feel the heat of the iron on my skin, warmth thrusting its way through my body. 
A few minutes later, Adira finishes and goes to find a hairbrush.
I look into my reflection in the mirror. My brown hair is a lot longer than I expected when it’s straight. The freckles dotting my face remind me of constellations, and I try to find some of my favorites: Aquila, Cassiopeia, Leo…
Adira returns, holding a yellow hairbrush. She separates my hair to make it easier to brush, and finishes one side rather quickly.
My thoughts wander off, filled with constellations and song lyrics.
I pick up my phone and open YouTube Music. Scrolling through my friendship songs playlist, I remember how I met Adira. 
The thought of Will’s enthusiastic face as he ran towards me makes my cheeks bloom a rosy color.
Adira smirks. “Are you thinking about Will again?”
“No!” I blush more furiously.
“Oh, you totally are,” she teases.
“…Maybe I am.”
Adira snorts triumphantly and goes back to brushing my hair. I return to finding a song to play.
I scroll for what feels like ages until a song with a bright yellow album cover catches my eye: Count on Me by Bruno Mars.
I press play.
If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
“If this song was us,” I say, “would you do that?”
Adira begins braiding my hair. “What do you mean?”
“Like, would you do everything in the song? You know what I mean?”
She takes a moment to respond. “Yes. Yeah to both questions.”
“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” I ask. My heart says yes, but my brain says no, and I don’t know what to believe.
Adira ponders for a few seconds more. She takes a black hair tie and loops it around the end of my braid. It looks really good.
She finally answers, a definitive tone in her voice.
“Definitely.”
You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there…
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the-weirdos-mind · 7 months
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A Puppet
Imira, Yuui/Amity, and Aquila belong to @marrondrawsalot
Squeak, Freya, and Primrose, belong to @writing-heiress
Isabelle and Cristalería belongs to @adrianasunderworld
Drew belongs to @mangacupcake
Estella and Maverick are my OCs
The songs used in this fic aren’t mine.
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She knew that what she’s doing was really risky but any knowledge on the enemies would be helpful in any way for the Maidens. “Nervous?” A voice asked. Estella looked at her shoulder to see Squeak looking at her with a concerned expression on his small face. She smiled and patted his head with an index finger.
“A little. Hopefully we can get the information we need.” She said. She looked at the guards that stood outside the main entrance gate of the Scrabian territory. Jafar was planning something big and she volunteered to infiltrate the place. Alone. She knew her magic would create the perfect disguise to blend in and if she got caught, it would be only her in trouble. She rejected her friends offers to help but she insisted on doing this on her own. She wouldn’t forgive herself if something happened to them and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Squeak had insisted on going with her since he can’t let her do something like this alone. She didn’t even try to stop him, knowing how determined he was to help her.
She watched as a group of minions were approaching the gates. “It’s time, hide now bud.” She told her companion. The mouse nodded and hid in her black hoodie pocket. The girl had decked out in all black clothes for this mission. It wasn’t hard for her to pick them from her closet, as most of her wardrobe is black clothing. Her earring glowed as she muttered the spell to transform her appearance. White sparkles covered her for a moment before they faded. She turned herself into a minion with purple hair and light eyes with a pale complexion. Her clothes are the same ones the minions wore, a sleeveless black and red hoodie with gold accents, and golden strings, underneath the hoodie was a red undershirt, a yellow with snake designs belt tied perfectly on her waist, black parachute pants with red flames, and black sneaker sandals with a gold scarab to clip them onto her feet. A golden collar necklace was on her neck, a golden bracelet on her left wrist and a snake like, golden, shoulder cuff on her right shoulder. She quickly ran into the mass of people and blended in the middle. There was no coming back as the gates closed.
There’s a room where Jafar and his most trusted lackeys met and discussed their plans. All she had to do is get copies of those plans and get out. She hopes that the disguise won’t wear off at midnight. On some nights, her disguise magic will disappear at midnight, like the Fairy Godmother’s spell on the Cinderella. Cristalería had warned her of this once the older woman recognized the earring. It always happens at random and she doesn’t know what night it’ll be. She was snapped into reality hearing footsteps walking. She could see a girl walking in the distance. Estella knew who she was the moment she saw her. Imira, one of Jafar’s right handed people.
She ran with the crowd until she was inside the palace like building that’s Jafar’s lair. When she saw a place she could hide and no one would even notice a disappearance, she hid. The spot was between two pillars on the walls and she hid behind them, holding her breath until the footsteps had faded in the distance. She counted to five in her head to make sure no one was coming before emerging. She carefully stepped out of her hiding place and started walking.
Irmia had stopped as soon as she saw the minion. “Who are you? Where are you going?” She questioned as she grabbed the other person’s shoulder.
Estella shot her a look. “I’m Bilal.” She said. She had a plan if any of them had caught a glimpse of her. “Jamil asked me to retrieve something for Kalim.”
A tense moment of silence had formed between the two as Imria had looked ‘Bilal’ in the eyes. She sighed as she let her go. “Fine. But don’t take too long on your task, you’ve got training.” She said as she walked off. As soon as she was gone, Estella sighed in relief. That was too close. She continued walking until she came to a wooden door. She opened it and smirked when she saw the contents of the room. Bookshelves filled with books and scrolls among the walls with some loose pieces of paper peaking out. A wooden table in the middle of the room with scrolls all over the surface. Four chairs were around the chair, and a red carpet with a snake on it underneath the table. A lone window was on an upper part of a wall, letting moonlight shine into the room. The other walls held lanterns that provided a source of light.
She quickly went into the room and carefully closed the door behind her. Squeak had emerged from her pocket and hoped to the floor. “That encounter was too close! If it went on longer then I would’ve scratched her if she did something.” He said.
“I know.” Estella said as she walked to the table. She grabbed the first scroll she saw and unrolled it. She could see the plans that have carefully crafted by the Sorcerer of the Sands. “Squeak, can you hold an end down?” She asked her Guardian. The mouse nodded and grabbed an end of the scroll to hold. Estella used a book from one of the shelves to hold the other end down. She took her phone out and started taking pictures of the contents. It went on like that for a while, Estella taking pictures of the plans on one scroll before moving to another.
“Okay that’s it.” She said as she took the last picture. She caught a glimpse of white sparkles on her outfit. She checked the time and felt her stomach drop as she saw the time. Midnight. The disguise had faded, leaving her in her black clothing.
“This is bad! What are we going to do?!” Squeak said as he watched the spell wear off.
“I’ll think of something!”
She sighed as she tried to think of an escape plan but jumped when she heard a squawk. Both the Maiden and the Guardian turned to the source of the sound. On top of one of the bookshelves was Iago, the parrot that’s Jafar’s henchman. “The Maiden of Dreams?!” He said in shock. He had seen the spell wear off. He then cackled seeing the girl. “Wait till Jafar hears that one of the Maidens has sneaked into his lair, you basically gave yourself up kid!” He then flapped his wings and flew out the window.
“You’ll have to tell that snake that he’ll have to go through me first!” Squeak yelled as the bird flew away.
“This is bad.” Estella said. “I think there’s one option now.”
“What’s that?”
“You need to get the plans to the others. I’ll fight them off to give you some time.”
“That’s crazy! We can find a different way!”
“IT’S THE ONLY CHANCE WE HAVE! I’m not letting you get caught too.”
Before Squeak could argue with the plan, Estella had broke her phone open. She dug around until she found the data card for the device. She searched the room until she found a small sack and placed the card inside. She tied it closed and tied the sack on Squeak’s neck. “Look, I don’t like this at all as well but I won’t have anything happening to you. I’ll get you to a vent and then you run.”
“Just be careful Stella.” Squeak said. He hugged her index finger. “Please get back safe.”
“I will.” She said, using the finger he was hugging to gently rub his head. She offered her free hand out and he hopped on it. She placed him on her shoulder. “Now, let’s get out of here.” She left the room, leaving her broken phone behind. She would have no use for it anymore. She ran down corridor after corridor until she found an air vent. She pried the gate open with her hands and put Squeak on the metal ground, just as she was doing that, she heard footsteps.
“Find her! Find that Maiden and get me her gem!” A voice yelled. It was so loud that she could hear it from her current place. Her heart stopped when she heard it. She knew who it was.
“Go. Get that card to everyone else. I’ll buy you some time.” Estella said. Before Squeak could say his goodbye, she placed the grate back on. She listened as the tiny steps of her friend had faded until she couldn’t hear them anymore. She sighed as she heard people closing in on her. She mockingly held her hands up in surrender as she turned around and saw guards closing in on her.
“You’re coming with us girl.” A guard said.
Estella smirked. “No I won’t.” She said. She began snapping her fingers and humming. The guards exchanged confused looks amongst each other but raised their swords closer to her when she started singing.
“Ooh oh oh oh, ooh oh oh oh
Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart”
The white sparkles circled around her again and this time, she was in her Maiden outfit. She shot a blast of white energy at a guard. She then started dodging swords as best as she could but still got some scratches and the occasional small stab on herself while firing spells in defense. The wounds weren’t enough to stop her.
“I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just got to get you out of the cage
I'm a young lovers rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite”
A small reddish spark formed on both of her palms. She struck the closest guard in the chest with her palm and watched as the fire rapidly grew on his clothing. The guard screamed and dropped his sword and tried to put the flames out by hitting the flaming area.
“My songs know what you did in the dark
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
So light em up up up, light em up up up
Light em up up up, I'm on fire
Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)
Ooh oh oh oh (in the dark-dark)”
The sparks rapidly turned into fires that covered her hands. She then swiftly defeated the rest of the guards surrounding her with those flames. They all screamed in pain and dropped to the ground when the pain got unbearable. She used the flames to cauterize the stab wounds. The scratches won’t be much of a bother. She walked away from the vent, going in the direction of freedom, burning anyone that got in her way. Just as she was almost to the gates, a magical barrier suddenly went up and knocked her back. She flew across the room and her back landed on the stone wall.
Estella groaned in pain as she slumped to the ground. She checked on the fire and they had faded. She looked up and saw Irmia at the other end of the hall. Her hand was outstretched and she lowered it seeing her opponent. “I knew there was something off about you ‘Bilal’ or should I say, Maiden of Dreams?” The redhead girl said. Estella stood up, her legs shaking a little as she tried to regain some balance.
Irmia ran at Estella and they started fighting. Both fired spells to take the other down. Some missed while some hit their mark. During the fight a pair of red and blue parrot like wings sprouted from Irmia’s back. What surprised Estella was that feathers also sprouted from her ears. The feathery limbs flapped, allowing her to float in the air. The wings carried her higher up in the air until she deemed the height acceptable. She then started firing spells, from her airborne position. It became harder for Estella to dodge and fire her own spells at Irmia, aa the girl would simply fly away from them. She hissed in pain when she got hit in the side.
Estella placed a hand on her side, feeling the warm and sticky feeling of blood on her palm. She noticed something shining on one of the walls. It was a picture frame made of silver. She didn’t care to look at the photograph it held, she knows what she could do. She aimed a small spell at the frame and fired. The spell bounced off the frame and flew at Irmia. The redhead tried to get out of the way but the edge of her wing got hit. She gasped as she fell a bit until she regained some control. She looked at her wing to see some of her feathers singed. She growled and looked back down but Estella was gone.
“So she used her speed huh?” She muttered. “Too bad I can still hear her footsteps. She has no idea what’s coming for her.” She smirked as she thought about who the Maiden will be up against next.
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Estella huffed as she came to a stop. She couldn’t run for long while her side is bleeding. She used her free hand to light a small fire on it then quickly put it on her wound. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from howling in pain. She removed the palm once she felt like it was done. She was about to walk off when she heard laughter. Laughter that made her blood run cold in her veins. She turned around and saw the man who owns the lair. “I thought it would’ve been the one that looked like that Street Rat but this I never thought.” Jafar said. “The Maiden of Dreams, the only Maiden who could perfectly sneak in without suspicion.” The eyes on his cobra staff lit up. “Let’s see how powerful you are girl!”
A red beam of energy shot out from the eyes, heading towards Estella. She dodged out of the way but barely made it. She could feel the heat from that blast. She fired her own spell back at him but he swung it with his staff like it was game of baseball. It hit her in the chest, knocking her back. She groaned in pain and tried to sit up but found the task difficult. She used a lot of her magic and can feel the effects. A red force surrounded her, canceling out her ability to move. Jafar used his powers to make her stand up straight and floated her towards him until she was right in front of him.
He laughed as he patted her head. “Nice try little girl but you’re no match for me.”
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Back at the hideout, the other Maidens waited anxiously for Estella and Squeak to get back. They were expecting both of them to walk into the base but were surprised when it was just Squeak. The poor mouse was panting heavily and slouched to the ground in exhaustion. “My goodness, what happened?” Neige asked as he gently cupped the creature in his hands.
“W-We got caught.” Squeak said. “T-the spell w-wore off.”
“Then where’s Estella?” Drew asked. She looked out the window hoping to see her friend walking up the path to the front door.
“S-She’s not c-coming. S-She threw m-me into a v-vent and gave m-me no choice b-but to go. S-She didn’t w-want me to be c-caught.” The mouse said. He untied the sack from his neck. “I-I saw her get c-caught by J-Jafar.”
Freya took the sack from Neige’s hands. “What?!” She said. “Jafar has her?!”
“Oh no.” Isabelle said. “We need to get her out of there!”
“But we can’t just barge in there!” Aquila said. “He’ll know when we step foot into there and we’ll get caught too!”
“But we can’t sit pretty and do nothing!” Rielle yelled. Arguing broke out between the team of heroes. Everyone was shouting over one another about what to do to get their friend back. The noise was so loud that it woke Primrose from her nap.
“QUIET!” The dragon yelled. Everyone else quickly went silent hearing the dragon yell. It was completely out of character. “Why don’t we go over what we have and then figure out a plan. It’s better than fighting and getting nowhere.” She yawned after she said that.
“She’s right.” Freya said. She opened the sack and took the card out. “We’ll take Jafar down when he strikes his plan and get our friend back as well.”
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Weeks had gone by since Estella had been captured. She sat in the prison made of stone except for the metal gate that separates her from freedom. She slept in a pile of old cloths and used one for a blanket. Her left ankle donned a new metal cuff connected to a chain mounted on the floor. She had enough room to walk around but not get out. She still wore the all black outfit and took her hoodie off to get some air on her skin. She wore a black tank top underneath the hoodie thankfully. Her guards constantly changed from Kalim to Irmia to Jamil and she wouldn’t speak whenever either of them asked a question or spoke in her direction. The worst part of this situation was that her earring is in Jafar’s possession.
Ever since Jafar took that piece of jewelry off her ear, she felt awful. The first few nights in captivity consisted of her softly crying herself to sleep. She was a failure to the Maiden of Dreams. If the earring could easily be lost to her like this then she doesn’t deserve to have that honor anymore. She was a fraud to not the Maidens but to her family as well. She hadn’t spoken to anyone, barely ate or drank, and hardly slept. It didn’t help that she didn’t have the meds for her depression and anxiety so the demons in her mind are thriving. The only solace she received was when no one was in sight. When she couldn’t see any of her guards, she would sing softly to herself. It was something that kept those dark thoughts in her mind at bay.
The time right now would be dawn. She looked at the sunlight slowly starting to creep into the cell from the cracks of the stone walls. Her only source of light filling up the cell filled her with ease for just those moments. She closed her eyes as she stayed up due to nightmares and sighed in relief. The light is coming back. She started humming unaware that she would provide a show.
Jamil was walking down the cold, harsh stone steps to the dungeons to start his shift of watching the Maiden of Dreams. When she was first caught, she refused to say her name or anything about her. Jafar had thrown in that cell to break her and from what he could see, it was working. He nodded at Kalim as he was climbing up those stairs. “Did she sleep at all?” The brunette boy asked. Kalim shook his head. “I see.” He said.
“Good luck Jamil.” Kalim said before he continued his way up. Jamil continued making his way down but stopped when he heard something. It sounded like… singing? He slowly crept closer until he saw the source. He stopped in his tracks seeing the girl singing softly, like no one could hear. He decided to take a minute or two to listen to the song.
“There's darkness in the distance
From the way that I've been livin'
But I know I can't resist it”
As quietly as he can, he took a seat on the stairs. Her voice… it was very calming and angelic for him. He leaned his head against the stone wall, wanting to hear more.
“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time”
Those lyrics made him think. What’s going on in her head? He then thought about the special assignment his boss had given him. A part of him didn’t want to go through it now but the other half did. Guess the lyric about loving and hating at the same time made sense in this sense. He realized that he had to get it done and stood up, breaking free from the siren’s song. He quickly walked up to her cell, making his presence known.
Estella stopped singing and blushed from embarrassment when she saw Jamil. How much of that did he hear? She blushed some more thinking about that. Her face quickly lost the red from embarrassment when he pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He swung the metal open and closed it behind him as he stepped inside the cell. For a moment, they stared at each other wondering what the other would do. Estella tried to make herself smaller when he started walking to her. He crouched down on his knees in an effort to be eye level at her. She moved her head down and closed her eyes.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed her face, gently to not cause any bruising. He couldn’t do that after hearing such a beautiful voice. “You’ve been given us trouble ever since you came here.” He said. “First you steal plans, injured some of the soldiers and now you’re refusing to say anything about the girl behind the gem. The Sorcerer of the Sands has had it with your stubbornness.” Her eyes opened once she felt his breath on her face. That’s when the pain started. When she met his gaze, she could feel something in her mind. Something trying to take over. She wanted to pull her head out of his grip but she would hit her head against the stone and possibly break her skull. She wanted to close her eyes but he was using his other hand to carefully hold her top eyelids open. All she could do is resist. A pain grew in her head the longer she resisted. It reached the point where it was like a really bad migraine.
“It’s no use.” He said. “Just give up.” A few more minutes passed and he could see her eyes becoming more red. He smirked when those pupils had fully turned. He let her go and stood up. “Stand up.” He ordered. She stiffly stood on her feet, staring at him with those red eyes. He pulled out the shackles and clamped them down on her wrists. “Follow me.” He said, trying to ignore the guilt threatening to grow. He lead her to Jafar’s throne room. The Socerer smirked seeing her red eyes.
“Well done, Jamil. Now, we can get all the information on this girl.” His eyes cast themselves on the girl. “Start asking her questions, I want to know everything about her and the Maidens.” The boy nodded and looked at her.
“What is your name?” He asked.
“Estella Garcia.” She responded.
Both of their eyes grew wide in response. “I never expected an Garcia to be a Maiden.” Jafar said. He then chuckled the longer he thought of this revelation. “We all know that the Garcia’s is one of the most ancient human families that practices magic. I want to know everything about the knowledge her family has gained over the centuries.”
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The next time the Maidens had encountered Jafar is on the battlefield. They tried to break in to get their friend but security measures had grown and they almost got caught themselves. Yuui summoned her sword and got into a sword fight with their opponent. The two clashed their blades until Amity won. She took the sword on the ground and looked up, seeing an ally struggling. “Maverick!” She yelled before tossing the blade at him. He caught the blade with his free hand and used it in his fight.
When he heard about what happened to Estella, he insisted on helping them getting her free. Isabelle fired a spell at Kalim while Drew and Freya handled Jamil and Irmia. The battle waged on until Aquila managed to take Jafar on his knees. Maverick placed his sword on his neck since he won his last battle. The sharp tip of the blade was threatening to draw blood. “Where is she?” He asked.
“What have you done to our friend?!” Drew said as she fought Irmia.
“Jamil, call her!” Jafar ordered, ignoring the question.
“Estella, show yourself!” Jamil said. The Maidens stopped in their tracks when they heard that name. They could see a figure walking onto the battlefield. The heroes stood in shock, seeing Estella, in her magical outfit, the earring back on her ear. She didn’t run to their side and greeted them, she stood there still. It was odd.
Rielle took a good look at her eyes and felt his blood freeze. “Uh guys.” He said. He wasn’t the only one to notice the change in her. Maverick noticed too when she just stood there, like a statue.
“What did you do to her?!” He yelled at Jafar. The Sorcerer only laughed in response.
“Estella, free Jafar.” Jamil ordered.
“Yes, Master.”
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A Witch of No Importance Main Characters
Aquila Black The main protagonist of AWONI, Aquila is the twin of Sirius. Her story begins after the fallout of his disownment, and the consequences she faces for not joining him. Having an innate talent for spell-casting, Aquila is Orion's favorite child, which often brings her into conflict with her mother, Walburga, who would prefer to see Regulus in that coveted position. She considers herself "neutral" when it comes to the brewing conflict, but after Dumbledore recruits her in his investigation, she comes to realize she's always been on a side, and it hasn't been the right one.
Lauretta Buckling Friend of Aquila, Lauretta is the definitive Ravenclaw. Her nose in a book more often than not, Lauretta is top of her class in everything (save for that rubbish Divination). She has read through books far beyond the skillset of students in their year, and owns copies in several languages. While she appears apathetic with an air of superiority, she cares deeply for her friends, and won't hesitate to put someone in their place should they cross a line. After Hogwarts, she would become a world-renowned Curse-Breaker.
Marlow Barkley Three years younger than Aquila, Marlow is a third-year Hufflepuff with a penchant for starting chaos wherever she goes. She is also the official Hogwarts Quidditch commentator, known for her flair and occasional bias. After graduating, she would join the Order of the Phoenix before moving on to The Daily Prophet. She struggles with the aftermath of the war, and the blame she places on Dumbledore for everything falling apart in her life. She is the story's "interlude" character, helping transition between parts, before her subplot intersects with the main story.
Hattie Yates Another friend of Aquila's and a fellow Slytherin, Hattie only ever has one thing on her mind: Quidditch. An infamous Beater for the Slytherin team, there hasn't been a match that ended without at least one unconscious opponent since her third year. This has given her a bit of a god-complex on the pitch, but the student body has embraced it. Outside matches, Hattie is a ball of energy with no filter and not a care in the world. After Hogwarts, she would join the Falmouth Falcons, where her talents continued to garner attention.
Owen Ossett Head Boy during Aquila's sixth year, Owen is a serious and determined Ravenclaw. If it involves fun, expect Owen to not be present, or so his fellow students say. Coming from a long line of Aurors, Owen was expected to join their ranks. He, too, would join the Order, and suffer from violent episodes long after the war's end. When Aquila successfully frees Sirius from Azkaban, Owen leads the hunt to bring him back, bringing him to the point of obsession.
William Alabaster Ignatius Fiddlewood A Muggle-born several years older than the others, William is an Auror. At least, on paper he is. Due to what many consider to be a "lowborn" status, William has been denied promotion or any sort of activity in the field, despite the fact he excels in anything he gets his hands on. Quiet and unassuming, the Ministry suspects nothing of him even when he's helping Aquila behind their backs.
Sirius Black When they were ten, Sirius and Aquila made a pact to leave home together. When that day finally came during the summer before sixth year, Sirius thought Aquila would honor it. Instead, his sister chose their family, and he can't bring himself to forgive her for it, or even hear her out. What would follow were years of assuming the worst of his sister, which comes to a head during the war when he sees her working for the other side. He never would expect her to rescue him, or to see how wrong he had been the entire time...
Remus Lupin After Sirius left home, a letter from Remus made it to Aquila's possession. What followed was a summer's worth of correspondence, with Remus being the understanding listener that Aquila had needed from her brother. When Remus and Aquila return to Hogwarts, they come to realize those letters meant more to one another than they had imagined, and the ill-fated love affair that would follow would shake the foundations of the Wizarding World.
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3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?
4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?
11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?
16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted?
3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?
Well, my little brother is trying to get me to finally watch Star Wars (starting with Episode I and ending with Episode 6 since he hates the sequels) so who knows? There may be an iron-parkr Star Wars OC in the future!
4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?
Going into 2024, I decided to take a look at all my OCs/fics and really be honest with myself about the ones I would actually end up putting time and effort into this year. So while I love all of my fics, I know I won't be spending much, if any, time on most of them, like my Gilmore Girls fic or my Stranger Things fic. They've never been a genuine priority for me, to be honest, not like some of my other OCs, and while it's sad to think they'll likely never be written, I know cutting down my fic "workload" will be beneficial in the long run.
11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?
I don't know if it technically counts as a genre, but I'd love to start writing and posting drabbles and little one-shots for my fics!! I feel like it'll be a fun way to explore my OCs more, plus more OC content is always a positive!!
16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted?
Hmm, that's a tough one. I feel that way about a lot of my fics, tbh, but I don't have one in particular that I've written enough to the point where I'd feel comfortable posting it (with editing ofc). I will say I'm determined this year to post at least the first chapter of Della Travers' fic, to update Aquila Black's fic, and to make some serious headway into other fics.
(My problem comes from my perfectionism and my crippling desire for everything to be as polished as possible. I'm sure I could post a bunch of fics' first chapters now, but I can't let myself because I feel I don't have enough written in advance/the chapters will inevitably require a rewrite and I don't want to put out anything that's not my absolute best, perfect work.)
Thank you for asking!!
Fanfic asks for the new year
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15 Questions: Character Edition
Tagged by @words-after-midnight! Using this for OCs as well as writers is a fun idea.
Going with everyone's favorite repentant bloodborn and fish dad, Renato (who just got some lovely new art):
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(Thank you again to @littlestpersimmon for taking the commission! I love the background and fish details especially. Go check out more of Caleb's beautiful art and comics if you're not familiar with them already!)
1. Are you named after anyone? My given name came from my great grandmother on the Dimas side of the family, my father's side. I chose "Renato" as a teenager because the meaning (reborn) applied to both my transition and future as a bloodborn. Anyway, it shares the first letter and same number of syllables with the old one, so I also just liked how it sounded.
2. When was the last time you cried? I...honestly can't remember. Really. I'm not trying to sound tough or cool or anything. I must've cried when I was still a child of course, before the break. I can recall afterwards, though, watching the harbor get farther and farther away as my family fled the destruction on a ship. My eyes were completely dry. I still felt...still feel despair, anger, sadness. But after the world changed, I did too. Crying just seemed like a waste of water. It wouldn't get me anything, so my body just...didn't bother with tears.
*shifts, visibly nervous* But I think...I think I'd like to cry again someday? Is that a strange thing to say? Nevermind--forget it. Next question.
3. Do you have kids? No, but I have the next best thing. *opens wallet with photos* The goldfish is Tesoro--Tes, for short. They can roll a tiny football into a mini net. Ah, they're so talented! Then there's Beija, the pleco. She's nocturnal like me, but rather shy. And of course I can't forget the Venerable Order of Lady Guppies: Sisters Dolores, Joan, Hildegard, Leonella, Mary Celeste, Teresa, and Abbess Malfada. They're named after nuns since there aren't any male guppies in the tank and, well, you get the idea.
4. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally, to make a point maybe. I prefer saying something outrageous with a serious face, though. I've gotten quite good at it over the years.
5. What's the first thing you notice about people? It's going to sound terrible...it is terrible, but true. I try to see if they have a weapon, and assess their vulnerable points, gauge which would be best to strike first. You know...to incapacitate. Or kill, if need be. It's ingrained into you as part of becoming an aquila. But I'm sure you don't want to listen to such a dark subject.
6. What's your eye color? *sighs* They're blue-green, or aquamarine, or sea-green, or whatever you want to call them. I honestly don't find them that special. The way dark brown or black eyes shine is much more appealing, in my opinion.
7. Scary movies or happy endings? Hm. I'm just as likely to be annoying and complain about either one being unrealistic. I think the execution and style is what matters to me, not the category.
8. Any special talents? Winning people's trust. Being deserving of it... that's another matter. I've been told I pick up languages rather quickly, at least as far as basic conversation goes. Of course I grew up being a strong swimmer and diver.
9. Where were you born? On the Pacific, in a ship's medical bay, while my mother was accompanying my father to the States. That meant I was a default Portuguese citizen, although I have dual citizenship now.
10. What are your hobbies? Looking after my fish, making a nuisance of myself, finding what little pleasures I can take. I'm starting to realize just how much of my identity was tied to being an aquila, honestly. Without that...well, I suppose I'll just have to test things out and see what sticks.
11. Have you any pets? Oh, do you want to watch all my videos of Tes and the others? [A/N: I advise you to decline. There are a lot of fish videos.]
12. What sports do you/have you played? I practice various styles of fighting and marksmanship, but that's survival rather than friendly competition. I never had a real opportunity to play any, given the world descended into chaos when I was ten. I mean, Ollie and I used to play a game where we'd dare each other to touch sharks while scavenging. Does that count?
13. How tall are you? 5'6". Many of the deadliest predators are smaller than their prey.
14. Favorite subject in school? I only attended about five years of Catholic school. My parents found me tutors for various subjects after the break happened. I did fine with math, reading, science, all of that, but I preferred learning and honing skills. Spear fishing, sailing, foraging, those sorts of things I could use in a practical sense.
15. Dream job? *grins* Indolent concubine of a lofty noble or conquering warlord (gender neutral). Let me know if you hear about any openings. [A/N: He doesn't know about the fantasy realm right next door to Earth, or the mind worms. Not yet.]
Tagging the Dysthanasia taglist: @thecyrulik @cljordan-imperium @k--havok as well as @vacantgodling @menagerie-of-monsters @calicojackofficial @afoolandathief an open one for anyone who wants to do this
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MORE SPACE OC STUFF CAUSE @mythicalmagical-monkeyman AND @demigirl-w01fwalk3r WANTED IT
WHEEEEE
THIS TIME IT'S ACTUAL WORLDBUILDING YAYYY LETS GET INTO IT
first post if you'd like to read it
Main shit:
There's three dimensions in this universe: The Abyss, The Mortal Realm, and The Astral Plane.
Each dimension is superimposed on top of each other in the order mentioned above, and there is a small space in between each dimension. This space is where dead souls reside, and it is called the In-Between.
The Astral Plane:
Everything in the universe looks basically the same except Earth.
There is one big main land mass that's roughly circular located smack in the middle of the ocean. This land mass is split into roughly twelve equal parts like a cake.
Any other island ownership squabbles are up for debate between the Zodiacs.
Each part is a Zodiac's kingdom, and is named after the Zodiac's greek name. However, most of the time, each kingdom is informally referred to as 'Kingdom of (insert zodiac name here)' - Aries: Krios - Taurus: Tauros - Gemini: Didymoi - Cancer: Karkinos - Leo: Leōn - Virgo: Parthenos - Libra: Zygos - Scorpio: Skorpios - Sagittarius: Toxotēs - Capricorn: Aigokerōs - Aquarius: Hydrokhoos - Pisces: Ikhthyes
Each kingdom's physical landscape also corresponds to their season and element. For example:
Aries (Spring, Fire): 
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Taurus (Spring, Earth): 
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Gemini (Spring, Air):
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Cancer (Summer, Water): 
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Leo (Summer, Fire): 
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Virgo (Summer, Earth): 
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Libra (Autumn, Air): 
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Scorpio (Autumn, Water): 
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Sagittarius (Autumn, Fire): 
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Capricorn (Winter, Earth): 
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Aquarius (Winter, Air): 
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Pisces (Winter, Water):
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Each Zodiac's kingdom also has a small nobility, consisting of the other constellations. Each kingdom houses three or four constellations and they are the second highest figures in the kingdom.
The rest of the subjects in each kingdom are star spirits, which are mortal spirits. When star spirits die, they are reincarnated into the mortal realm to start a new life.
Each Zodiac has a personal advisor to assist them. This personal advisor is also the leader of their respective kingdom's military and diplomacy. - Aries: Ara, The Altar - Taurus: Ursa Major, The Greater Bear - Gemini: Pegasus, The Pegasus - Cancer: Delphinus, The Dolphin - Leo: Lepus, The Wolf - Virgo: Pavo, The Peacock - Libra: Lyra, The Lyre - Scorpio: Lacerta, The Lizard - Sagittarius: Centaurus, The Centaur - Capricorn: Corvus, The Crow - Aquarius: Aquila, The Eagle - Pisces: Hydra, The Water Snake
The Mortal Realm:
We're in it, you moron.
(That's a Lego Monkie Kid reference please laugh)
The Abyss:
In The Abyss live beings called Taiju (based off of the term 'taijitu', which is another name for the ying-yang symbol). A singular being is called a Tai and multiple are called Taijus. The species itself is just referred to as Taiju.
Anatomy:
The beings in the Abyss are made of an outer shell and an inner soul. The shells have evolved to be black so that they can dampen the brightness of the inside soul.
Taiju do not have internal organs. They do have blood, known as orichalcum and it is bright gold. The soul in their body is concentrated in their head and body, giving them conscience. Their limbs contain orichalcum, enabling movement.
Taiju's shells have a texture that is similar to porcelain.
Taiju also have horns on top of their head, varying between the individual. Unlike their shells, their horns are able to be broken off if enough force is applied. Breaking them off is seen as the greatest dishonor. If a Tai is banished from their kingdom, they are forced to break off their horns and obscure their head to hide the scars.
Taiju's horns are normally black, like the color of their shells. If Taiju's horns are white, they are considered albino and may be more susceptible to sickness.
Taiju also have wings. Wings start developing at the age of 13, or when Taiju become of age. Wings typically reflect the character of the Tai. The most common types of wings are insect, bird, and bat.
The hair of Taijus have a peculiar texture, it is soft and squishy but somehow still able to be seperated into strands. It is comparable to mercury.
Taiju are functionally immortal, being immune to aging.
If a Tai is wounded, their outer shell will regenerate. However, if the wound is too big, their soul will begin to leak out. If the outer shell is completely destroyed, the soul will escape out of the shell and roam around until it is exorcised.
Exorcising a soul is accomplished by drawing a circle on the ground in the exorcist's orichalcum, luring the soul over to it, and trapping the soul in some sort of vessel, pacifying it.
Social stuff:
The hierarchy is as follows: the royal family, the aristocracy, the nobility, the parliment, the warriors, messengers, and civilians.
When a taiju is born, their feet and hands are stained with potions to bless their future. Blue for longevity, purple for wealth, pink for luck.
It is common for departed souls to be contained in jewelry and be worn by their loved ones.
It is also common for Taiju engaging in war to decapitate their rival's head and use it as wall decoration.
The aristocracy are revered scholars, wizards, and alchemists. The nobility are those that possess a sizable amount of wealth. The parliment study law and eventually form a council for the royal family. The warriors are those handpicked by the royal family and that train for war. Messengers are essentially police officers.
From birth, those in the aristocracy study some form of magic or alchemy. 
The nobility train their children in either literature, music, or art. To become a messenger, one must endure a decade of being a warrior and studying in law for an additional five years.
The Royal Family
The royal family is blood inherited, but anyone can challenge the current family to a duel to the death. If the challenger wins, their family is immediately elevated to the highest rank by the parliment.
This doesn't happen frequently due to the royal family being strong as fuck.
The royal family does not choose successors by firstborn. Once their children come of age, they must engage in combat with their parents. Whoever shows the most promise will become the next ruler.
It is a metaphorical 'overthrowing' of the previous ruler, although in some cases (when a foreigner challenges the current ruler) it is literally.
You are not supposed to ACTUALLY kill your parents in combat.
LOOKING AT YOU, ECLIPSE.
Yeah, remember Eclipse from post #1? Remember her? The one that kind of...made the Astral Plane? Yeah, she came from here. Will I explain how she did it? No. That's a surprise.
THAT'S IT!! A LOT OF THIS INFO WAS MADE AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN TIME AND COBBLED TOGETHER FIVE MINUTES AGO SO SORRY IF ANYTHING LOOKS WONKY!! (will fix the photos later)
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, ASK ME AND I WILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO ANSWER!!
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i want 2 know sooo much abt ur fantrolls 🎟🎟🎟 << handing u 3 free passes to tell me all abt ur fantrolls
OUGHH HI MAC.... HIII CATKISS.GIF i am hugging u SO HARD rn.... ok ok. well. rising action is my little fucking freak trollsona i'll get them out of the way. theyre just me but lamer & more endearing.
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altair almach & tianyi weixiu however !!!!!!!!!! they r everything to me. my pet naming convention fr hs ocs is IAU-approved star names so altair is. well. altair from aquila. & almach is in andromeda! (weixiu is 尾宿 not 胃宿 fwiw.. i recognize that probably no one who cares about my ocs knows mandarin or give a shit abt. chinese astronomy however it is important to me.) & tianyi is a star in draco :]
anyway anyway anyway i do not have the brain for big lorebuilding so they mostly just spin around in my brain microwave BUT. altair (they/he) is a goldblood & they're a professional mechanic.. unusually enough he apparently has no psionic abilities. none at all. (he does. hes a draft evader.) this however is made up for by the fact that they're extremely intuitive & good at fixing shit and working with their hands. do not ask me HOW machines work on alternia where everything is bugs i just think that things that go vroom are hot okay. someone has to work on all those spaceships. someone has to joyride those ships. suspension of disbelief <3 he gives off the vibes of someone who is pissed and intimidating all the time but its just the autism.. guy who drinks shit black coffee & nebulously exists both within & without the confines of the law. theyre like. if rottmnt donnie was a little scarier.
tianyi (any) is the guy (girlfriend) (witch of rage / derse / scoriborn) who manages dirty work that some highbloods are too wealthy or pretentious or lazy to do for themselves, or if they dont want a thing to be traced back to them for whatever reason. like, they have people, it pays well, it's a whole thing. cerulean & they're very shiny and elegant and dangerous very charming very whiny a little of a bitch. so tired all of the time but very good at masking it. type of person who is very charming and not intimidating per se but still being around them feels like being in the water with a very big shark.
tuirin (hy/he/it) is a purpleblood apostate... he's extremely wealthy and powerful and politically active... type of guy to drive expensive cars and is friends with seadwellers etc.
anyway tuirin is tianyi's most frequent employer hy definitely doesnt think she's cool and cute and a little terrifying. altair is one of tianyi's contacts & they fucking hate each other NOT in the fun way definitely not. he's too pretentious they're too messy. sad that he keeps needing them for shit! tuirin rolls up to altair's garage for some reason hes dressed in like, troll dior, luxury scuttlebuggy, absolutely immaculate, sees altair who hasnt slept in a week & is covered in grime & looks like something the purrbeast dragged in & goes holy shit. i wont him.
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