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daddiesdrarryy · 11 months
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Sirius: You smell wonderful, Moony
Remus: Pads, we’re at a funeral
Sirius: You smell wonderful at this funeral
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twicetolivetwicetodie · 10 months
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chaosandorder46 · 4 months
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icpe · 1 year
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Witcher 3, doodles #407
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croptopscout · 2 years
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we as a society have evolved past the need of hogwarts houses, now everyone’s gonna be divided by what kind of Witcher you’d be, based specifically on how the houses are written by @inexplicifics in TAWAU
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invalid-prongs · 2 years
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regulus: *stomping around looking angry*
james: you, sir, are in need of a nap.
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jerdie-music-blog · 3 months
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Game & chill 🎵
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poeticvortex · 10 months
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Golden Trio (1990s)
Harry Potter
Ronald Weasley
Marauders (1970s)
Fantastic Beasts (1920s)
Hogwarts Legacy (1890s)
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Main Charcters (aka Characters that live (mostly) rentfree in my head):
Geralt of Rivia
Jaskier
Marigold
Radovid/Radvoid (don`t know&don`t care/only on this list because of this goddamn name)
All the Others
just people, you can request anyone you want
Requests are open!!! Happy to write for any character
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coffeeandmagicaltales · 3 months
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If you love stupid sh*t to car just as much as I do, then go and find @ kawaiikao on instagram. NOW
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aggravates · 1 year
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ironically enough hogwarts legacy is the first game i’ve ever played that 1. had a trans character and 2. explicitly mentioned they were trans (which the character tells you herself)
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an-dromedia · 1 year
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the castle of camelot eventually became hogwarts. which eventually became the castle of cintra.
does this make sense in the timelines? no. but has anything ever made sense in the timelines? no
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regulus, pointing at snape: what's wrong with him?
james: what isn't?
remus, nudging james: he's just annoying.
sirius: he was kicked in the balls by an ox as a child.
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distopea · 8 months
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Temperatures are finally reasonable, I was getting myself ready to finally play Baldur's Gates 3 ✌️but my computer is cockblocking me by downloading SO SLOWLYYYYYYY
AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! It was my only Sunday dammit!
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drowsygoose · 9 months
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hi, my name is goose! i'm in my 20s (minors dni) and this is a multifandom blog i'll be using to keep up with the fics i write and, in general, simply be a huge nerd :') the fandoms i'm interested in include:
Avatar the Last Airbender (especially Zutara)
Arcane
Bridgerton
Dishonored
Dragon Age
Game of Thrones + House of the Dragon
Harry Potter + Hogwarts Legacy (though I am firmly Fuck JKR Forever <3)
Twilight
The Witcher (though I haven't seen season 3 bc I'm sad to see Henry Cavill go)
There's more scattered about that i'm just forgetting atm lol
i'll be linking my ao3 account/fics on here soon! in the meantime, i'll be writing and trying to navigate this hellsite :')
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lifeofkaze · 2 years
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Happy spooky season 👻
Can I have Trick with Full moon? Choose whoever you see fit for this one 🌕💙
Thank you for both the Trick and the patience! Hope you like what came out of my spiralling into the depths of this project 💛
Silver For Monsters
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A/N: This is not a standalone short/prompt story but an excerpt of a chapter belonging to a Witcher AU-mini series. The Bruxa and her lore are not a creation of mine but belong to the Witcher-verse. Warning: mentions of blood
The fire had burned down long since. Nothing but ash and embers remained in the small fire pit, casting their faint glow into the darkness beyond. The trees kept most of the fog at bay, but they didn’t stop the cold creeping up from the moss-covered floor in Charlie’s back. He grunted as he turned, shuffling a little closer to what little warmth remained of his fire.
He listened to the sounds of the nightly forest around him as he tried to find his way back into sleep again. There was the rustling of leaves, the odd cracking of a twig, the barely audible whisper from the small stream a little to the south. The scent of earth and decaying leaves pervaded the air, intensifying as a chilly breeze danced through the branches above Charlie’s head. He sat up abruptly when his heightened senses picked up what other smell the wind was carrying with it.
Blood.
Charlie silently got up, checking the vials and pouches on his belt before pushing his silver dagger down the hilt of his boot. He retrieved his silver sword from the saddle of his nervously stomping horse, laying a soothing hand onto the mare’s nose. Her ears still twitched into the direction the wind had come from, but she remained silent, which was fortunate. Charlie wouldn’t have dared to break the eerie silence of the night. 
Having strapped the sword onto his back, Charlie set off in pursuit of the coppery scent still hanging faintly in the air. The forest was quiet around him, and Charlie took care to tread carefully so as to not alert what might be lurking in the shadows. 
When the trees lightened and he came to the edge of the forest, the untimely sound of bird song reached his ear, even though it was far from dawn. Charlie watched the vast field stretching before him with a growing sense of foreboding. Swathes of fog were shimmering in the silver light of the full moon and beyond it, the black silhouette of what looked to be a barn rose from the ground. The roof was slumping and the doors stood ajar, making the opening in its walls appear like a gaping black mouth. 
He darted out from the secure shadow of the trees and over the open field, slowing his advance to a careful prowl as he approached the barn. As he neared it, a quiet, dissonant voice floated through the air, singing in a language Charlie didn’t understand and that made the hair on his neck stand on end. The silver pendant fashioned to look like the head of a dragon he carried around his neck came alive, thrumming with energy. Charlie covered it with his gloved hand and continued his approach, even warier than before.
If he hadn’t known by the nightly bird song alone, hearing this sickening singsong left no doubt as to what was waiting in the darkness of the barn.
A bruxa.
Bruxae were an especially feared kind of vampires, one of the most powerful ones known to humankind. The sunlight was of no harm to them, and due to their illusionary magic, they were able to walk among people without being seen for what they were, which made them even more dangerous. Charlie didn’t know what a Bruxa was doing in these parts of the country; there had been no notable reports of an unusual amount of disappearances or deaths, and it was far from any crypts or ancient ruins Bruxae usually inhabited. But that didn’t have to mean anything; Bruxae were powerful enough to not be reliant on their prey’s death. Due to the alluring appearance they could cloak themselves in, men followed them willingly, becoming first the Bruxa’s lover, then her sustenance, and eventually - once the Bruxa got bored - their victim.
Judging by the sounds coming from the interior of the barn, however, whoever had met his fate tonight had taken the short road to his demise.
Outside the barn, Charlie paused to listen. The Bruxa was still singing, but now he could hear a horrible sort of sucking and lapping breaking through the rise and fall of the melody, something that would have churned any other man’s stomach. But Charlie wasn’t any other man, so he selected a vial from his belt, popped it open and upended the sticky black liquid into his mouth. He grit his teeth, trying his hardest not to gasp as the potion that would turn his blood to poison spread in his body. He doubled over from the cramps in his stomach, but after the pain had subsided, he straightened, spit out the bitter taste and tightened the grip around his silver sword. It was time for action. 
It wouldn’t have needed his night vision to see inside the barn. From cracks in the roof moonlight was filtering inside, casting shimmery pale pillars of light into the otherwise dark building. In the middle of one of them, Charlie spotted the Bruxa. She had his back to him and was hunched over a bloody bundle, which had once been the body of a full grown man. There was blood everywhere - on the floor, the wooden beams supporting the slanting roof, the mouldy straw that had been left behind. 
As of now, the Bruxa didn’t mind him. Charlie could see the bumps in her spine as she bent deeper over her victim, feasting on his blood and singing her sickening, haunting song. He advanced her slowly, his sword held close to his body. He didn’t make a sound, but it didn’t matter; the Bruxa had heard him anyway. Once he came closer, she froze, cocking her head to the side. She rose to her feet in a swift, graceful motion, and turned first her head and then the rest of her body. 
She was of a small stature, petite, but her proportions were off, making her look distorted and frightening. Her skin was ghastly pale and wrinkled, with a translucent sheen that revealed the dark veins of her blood vessels running beneath the surface. The blood of the corpse to her feet was covering her naked body, staining the lower half of her face, her chest, stomach and the long claws at the of her fingers a dark crimson that looked almost black. It even matted her hair, which Charlie was surprised to see wasn’t dark as he knew Bruxa hair to be; it was fair, shimmering like molten silver in the glow of the moon.
The Bruxa raised her white, pupil-less eyes at him, her bloodied lips curling into a smile that revealed her sharp fangs. Charlie’s body tensed, as does hers, both of them ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
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“They are just like me!” And then there is James Farrow, Jaskier, Josephine March, Rapunzel, Remus Lupin, Achilles, Neil Perry and William James Moriarty...
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