#wizarding world kin

[aquarius-riddle]

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Hello

My name is Aquarius Marvalo Riddle; though I prefer going by Aquarius Sallow or Aquarius Malfoy. Friends may call me Quari.

I’m a non-canon/canon divergent Slytherin student who went to school the same time of the books. My life is…extremely complicated and I’m one then willing to talk about it.

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Key points of my life -

* Great granddaughter of Sebastian Sallow

* Daughter of Voldemort

* Adoptive sister of Draco Malfoy

* Dragon Animagus {Peruvian Vipertooth}

* Member of Dumbledore’s Army

* Magizoologist protege

* Future Care of Magical Creatures Professor

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Key notes -

* This is a side blog.

* I will not interact with anyone under 21.

* Basic DNI criteria applies

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Drop me an ask or a message; I’ll reply to the best of my ability

#hp kin #hpkin #harry potter kin #harry potterkin #wizarding world kin #wizarding worldkin #Slytherinkin #slytherin kin #hogwarts kin #hogwartskin

[summer-fire]

Muppet ass bird movie

#the boy and the heron was good! visually stunning #however. I think it falls into the same trap that everything since ponyo and arietty has fallen into #which is too many elements. the ‘rock’ was unnecessary. it should have just been more of a… crazy wizard guy found some way to alter the spo #spirit world/afterlife on his own? I think the element of accepting new family members was a bit lost. #the heron wanting to bring him to the spirit world would have been a bit more impactful if he had been the g.grand uncle in disguise? #parrots were a really fun element but using them as the end-villain was not satisfying #there was a chance to have the main character decide the end of the plot but that was just taken away from him #cursed with never remembering character names. but the plot I was expecting was a bit more mature with the pregnant aunt being asked to give #up her child to be the next wizard or something. like that’s why she was brought there. because the main character resisted so much so they #took the next youngest of kin to raise in the spirit world #man. that said the scenery surrounding the first pelican scene until they get the fish is like. directly from many dreams I’ve had

[18catsreading]

Ice fairy one: blows into the faucet and breaks the pipe in the wall

Ice fairy two stands at attention and says: behold thus, the witch of the world's heart.

Sky: that's you

Ame: that's me!

Ice fairy two: be this your sanctum?

Ame: uhh. Uhh. Who's asking?

Ice fairy two: herald am I for most auspicious witch of the wind and stars.

Ame: gasps. The one in the Crystal. Oh god. Can I have a minute to ... Oh God ... Uh please just give me two minutes.

Ice fairy two: Be this the castle of the witch of the world's heart?

Sky: no, its a bathroom

Ice Fairy two: A what?

Sky: do you --

Ame: what, don't like fairies need to shit too?

Sky: yea, don't you have a butthole?

Brennan: you see this one, it's wings it *imitates wings* It puts it's ankles behind it's head and shows you a perfectly smooth crotch.

Eursulon: I'm gonna guard the door. I step outside and close the door. Slowly.

#brennan lee mulligan #worlds beyond number #the wizard the witch and the wild one #ep 17 say my name #erika ishii #aabria iyengar #lou wilson #brennan made fucking intense eye contact during this part #alright i've wanted to be kin with a lot of spirits. i'm gonna pass on this one. suvi i've got hot goss when you're ready #fox bites spirit one in half. the one that turns out to be the stupid one #i laughed so hard at the dogma angel crotch reveal

[derangedgoldenretreiver]

a non-exhaustive list of kins

crowley (good omens)

blitzØ (helluva boss)

remus lupin (harry potter (specifically atyd portrayal))

jinx (arcane)

chandler bing (friends)

peter parker/spiderman (tom holland vers)

tamaki (ohshc)

jess (gilmore girls)

lance (voltron)

#kin #kin stuff #crowley #good omens #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss #remus lupin #atyd #harry potter #wizarding world #jinx #arcane #chandler bing #friends tv #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #tamaki #ohshc #jess mariano #gilmore girls #voltron legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain

[zeawesomebirdie]

Ahhhhhh I'm actively working on finishing the beedlink fic and a zero draft for a bang fic and a zero draft for the little Fred/Oliver/George fic and now my brain had to start figuring out a proper plot for a longfic? Bro, we had no ideas at all for six months, what are we doing 😭

#trying to juggle all this like 👁👄👁 #my plan is to finish one of the current projects before i start seriously working on the longfic but like #like bro #i have *so many* ideas for this longfic #its fred/oliver/george (bc duh. the brainrot. the ot3. the 🤌. you understand.) #and just like #oliver has a horrible quidditch accident leaving him permenantly disabled but like #the wizarding world is horribly ableist #because 'magic can fix all ailments!!1!!' #until it cant #because theres some things (lots of things actually) that modern medicine cant fix #so why would the wizarding world be any different? #and #and yknow what #ive never really *written* about being physically disabled before #sure ive written ptsd and anxiety and autism before #especially visible in my ob!kin and ky!ux fics; and in my currently active beedl!nk wip #but ive never written physical disabilities before #and ive waited to be ready to #because at the end of the day #i write to cope with my life #(not always. obv. and this is a post about *me*; im chill if people write despite not coping with anything idc you do you and ill do me) #(wow im on a soapbox rn) #(whoops) #but ive yet to truly write about being disabled #ive got a few notes here and there for physically disabled characters but i have yet to write any of them #i think i might finally be ready #as soon as i finish one or two of these other active wips #if you read all of this ill love you forever <3 #have a lovely day <333

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Final Fantasy's Most Fuckable Villain - The Finals

Ysayle Dangoulain:

A) redemption arc, B) she's so terribly wrong yet so terribly well intentioned it's quite tragic in an endearing way

need me a bad bitch who kins a dragon's dead god wife so hard she transforms into her

She's so pretty.. Also she's the only motherfucker in this game that gets my feelings towards some of these dragons except that means she'll probably choose the dragons over me :(

Emet-Selch:

I'm sure other people have submitted him by now, but I'll go ahead and do it anyway. Unhinged manipulative rat bastard of a man who's done some shit and has a deep but tragic connection to the WoL. The sex would be mindblowing, the breakup disastrous.

I love this bitchy wizard grandpa. He has skunk hair and an even stinkier personality. He created an evil empire because he missed his friends from 12k years ago.

divorced old man who resents his own portrayal as a "megalomaniacal madman" (his own words) despite the fact that he entirely chooses to be Like That. He may be the source of pretty much everything wrong with the modern world, but hey, he's got a good voice.

#final fantasy #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv #ff14 #ysayle dangoulain #lady iceheart #emet selch #emet-selch #hades ffxiv #solus zos galvus #polls #round 7 #finals

[sentinelcole]

I just finished season 2 of Worlds Beyond Number and I need to say: How dare they make me feel my own feelings while I'm at work.

I also really loved the theming of each characters ending and how it really fit each character. It's a testament to the excellent collaborative storytelling skills each of them bring to the table.

SPOILERS BELOW THE BREAK

We first end with Ame, surrounded by all the spirits and knowledge Grandma Wren left in her care. She is, as all witches seem to be, looking both forward and back. Forward to the Enclave and preparing to do battle there but also back at the people of Toma and making sure their lives are a little bit easier while she battles for her life and station.

Then we have Suvi, wizard of the Citadel, surrounded by the power and magic of her station. She commands a skyship full of soldiers at her command. Where she once looked at the sky in an hour of need and saw hope, now she comes from the sky to be a beacon of hope in her friend's hour of need.

Then Eursulon, who's ending nearly made me cry at work. Eursulon, ever wayshadowed, is surrounded by the family he didn't know he had in the mortal world. A constant theme of Eursulon's story is that though he is always separated in some way, he is never lost when he has his family, be it the family he was born with or the family he made. And that family is like him, with one foot in one foot out of the spirit world.

Each of them finds themselves in a place of power: Ame in her witch's cottage, Suvi with the full backing of the Citadel and Eursulon in his sister's home (so much like Grandma Wren's when he was a child), finally with his kin.

#worlds beyond number #suvi wbn #ame wbn #aabria iyengar #lou wilson #erika ishii #brennan lee mulligan #wbn spoilers #wbn #eursulon #suvirin kedberiket #ame the witch

[justcallmefox89]

Midday

X'aa'nath becomes increasingly distracted by the wizard.

“Tell me Lae’zel, what is it like on the Astral Plane?  Your home realm intrigues me.”

“Githyanki lay their eggs on other Planes.  They cannot mature in the Astral.”

I frown, my eyes flickering between the wizard and my kin.  In that moment I cannot decide who I’m more annoyed with; my kin for revealing our people’s secrets to a human, or the wizard for asking her instead of me.  I shake my head.

Why should I care who he asks? Not that kin would even know, really, as she's not obtained a mindflayer's head yet.

“Tadpole bothering you?” Karlach asks, plopping down beside me. 

I shake my head again, taking another bite of my strip of dried meat, nearly retching at the tough texture and overly salty taste.  I sneer down at the offending piece of meat, forcing myself to swallow.  I glare over at Karlach for good measure, for it had only been at her insistence that we stop for ‘lunch’, and partake in this paltry offering of food, purchased from the local spellcasters.  The wizard called them druids, but from all I’ve observed their weak magic is only able to influence the native flora and some fauna. 

Poor warriors.  Using their magic to hold a defensive position and seal themselves away from the world. 

I huff, ripping off another bite of the disgusting meat.

“Tell me Gale, what is your interest in the Astral Plane?” 

I flick my attention back to the human and my kin, oddly eager to hear his answer.  Karlach chuckles softly, gently nudging me with her elbow.  “I see now.  Interested in getting a peek beneath Gale’s robes, huh?”

Shocked, I suck in a deep breath of air, choking on the bite of food in my mouth.  Spluttering and coughing, tears rapidly fill my eyes as I desperately try to inhale some air.  A warm hand rubs circles on my back, and a low, soothing voice in my ear eases some of my panic and I’m gradually able take in small gulps of air until I've calmed completely. 

Gale’s large hands land on my shoulders, holding me steady.  “Are you quite alright, X’aa’nath?”

I sway forward slightly, drawn by the soft, warm brown of his eyes.  So different from the eyes of my kin, or any of the other species I’ve seen since arriving in Faerun.  Gale’s eyes hold the promise of things I’ve never experienced, never even considered experiencing until pulling this strange wizard from his rock.

Khou’zal did not give his life for you to entertain such thoughts about a human, of all things.  Especially when you have more pressing concerns, such as the ghaik tadpole squirming it’s way through your brain.

I shoot to my feet, inadvertently knocking Gale over into the dirt, where he lands on his ass with a small thump.  I dart towards my kin, towards familiarity and structure, away from Gale and all of the uncomfortable feelings he creates within me. 

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“You alright, Gale?” Karlach asks, hauling him to his feet, trying to hide her smile.

“Just a slightly bruised posterior,” he answers easily, brushing the dirt from his robes.  “Thank you, Karlach.  Though I am a mite confused at our companion’s reaction to my sudden proximity.”

Astarion cackles from where he lounges beneath a tree alongside Shadowheart. 

“Something amusing, Astarion?” Gale asks, scowling at the pale elf.

“Don’t pout, darling.  You’ll give yourself more wrinkles,” Astarion airily replies.  “Let’s just say I’m interested in how things are going to develop.  Very interested indeed.”

Karlach bites back a smile at Gale’s befuddled look.  The elf is right.  Their little group of misfits is about to get even more interesting. 

#gale bg3 #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldurs gate gale #gale dekarios #gale x tav #karlach #gale my beloved #shadowheart #astarion #lae'zel #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale bg3 fanfic #gale fanfic #halsin #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 drabble #gale x oc #baldurs gate #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #karlach cliffgate #gale

[ceescedasticity]

A fairy-tale

[Some version of this is probably going to be the next Unforsaken chapter, but I'm not 100% sure on the details yet.]

Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived two little fairy-princes. The Fairy-King and Fairy-Queen were good and kind and fair and loved each other and their children very, very much. They lived happily in peace, until one day a band of wicked Gnomes came to steal the kingdom's treasures. They killed the King and Queen, and cast the little fairy-princes into the wilderness to die.

But so great was the Fairy-Queen's love for her sons that she did not pass into the land of the dead but followed after the children, and found them, and they knew her and begged her to save them. Being a ghost she could not carry them to safety, so she reminded them of the power of their grandmother, a sorceress who changed her shape and spoke with birds. If they could take up that power, they might turn into birds and fly far away.

So the princes thought, and they whispered together; and then all at once there were not two fairy-princes but two great grey swans. The swans and the ghost flew far away from the Gnomes and the darkening wood, across plains and forests and mountains, until at last they came to a fair land where they might dwell in safety.

But the fairy-princes were not sorcerers like their grandmother; they did not know how to turn back into fairies, and the ghost could not tell them.

The ghost meant to stay with the swans always, but no land is safe for a ghost. A Shadow came hunting, and while she evaded it for a time, she could not evade it forever.

And then they were left all alone.

They shunned the dwellings of Elves and Men alike, for they feared any might hunt them as game or prove their enemy if they somehow explained who they were. They wanted their mother, but she had forbidden them from seeking her or going near the Shadow, and they were afraid.

So even though they yet had kin who would have welcomed and protected them, the fairy-princes were all alone in the world save each other for a very long time.

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Many years later, after kingdoms rose and fell and the world was changed, the fairy-princes came across a brown wizard. They had never met before, but he recognized them and called out to them, for he knew their great-grandmother long, long ago; and as he knew the speech of birds, he could well understand them.

The princes were wary, but they sensed nothing of Shadow about the wizard, and at last returned and agreed to speak to him.

The brown wizard knew many things. Since he was being a wizard and not a fairy he could not himself change his shape, but he told them how they might once more take on the shape of Elves, and they did so.

But the wizard had not known them long ago before their home was ruined, so though he knew their names he could not tell them which name belonged to which fairy-prince, and they found they themselves had long forgotten.

The fairy-princes were distraught, and took the shape of swans once more, and fled.

****

Some time later the brown wizard found the fairy-princes again. This time he told them that they had a great-uncle yet in Middle-earth, and a nephew, and either would be overjoyed to welcome them.

But the fairy-princes said, "We do not remember any uncle, and we are sure we never met any nephew. How could we approach them as kin when we do not remember who we are? We will not go."

So the brown wizard told them of ships which took the Straight Road to the Blessed Land. Not only was their great-grandmother there, and their sister, but their lost father had been reborn there. The Elves who sailed the ships would welcome them even as swans, if they wished to speak to no one before their father, who would rejoice to see them.

At this the fairy-princes wavered, for they did remember their father and miss him, and surely he would know them. But—

"You did not say our mother was there," said the fairy-princes.

The wizard bowed his head. "I will not lie to you. She is not. I do not know where she is."

"We will not leave these shores until our mother is freed from the Shadow," said the fairy-princes, and they flew away.

****

The next time the brown wizard found the fairy-princes, he told them how their nephew and their great-uncle and all their kin left in Middle-earth were fighting the Shadow. Would the princes not go and fight alongside them? The wizard would vouch for them so they need say nothing of who they were if they wished not to speak of it.

But the fairy-princes said: "We will not go among Elves while we do not remember who we are." And they flew away again.

****

When next the brown wizard found the fairy-princes, he spoke of his blue brothers, who lived far away to the South and the East and dealt mainly with Men. The fairy-princes could go to either of them, and live as wizard's-kin, and the Men would understand they were different and not demand they be Men or Elves.

"How is that better than how we live now?" asked the fairy-princes.

"You would be safe," the wizard said.

"We do not need your safety and we will not live with your blue wizards," said the fairy-princes, and they flew away.

****

The next time the brown wizard found the fairy-princes they flew away before he could speak to them.

****

The next time the fairy-princes saw the wizard, he was high in the sky alongside them, on the back of a giant goose.

"Speak a while with me, fairy-swans," said the goose.

So the fairy-princes flew down to the ground, to speak with the wizard and the Queen of the Geese.

"You are fine well-grown swans," said the Queen of the Geese. "And you have done very well all this time on your own."

"Do not speak as though you are our mother," said the fairy-princes.

"But if you are swans you are of my people, and I am as a mother to all my flock," said the Queen of the Geese. "Will you instead allow Aiwendil to bring you among Elves or Men?"

To that the fairy-princes said nothing.

"You are fine well-grown swans, and you have done very well all this time on your own," the Queen of the Geese said again. "But you know this world is beginning to weary you. You need not be on your own, and you should not be on your own. If you will not go among Elves or Men, then stay among my flock."

The fairy-princes looked at each other. They might fly away, but the Queen of the Geese would only fly after them. "Very well," they said finally. "For now."

So it was that the fairy-princes came to live among the Geese.

****

Some years passed this way.

****

One day the Queen of the Geese returned from a flight on her own to the lake where the flock awaited her. She said: "The one who calls himself Lord of the Sky has asked a favor of me, and I am inclined to grant it."

Many of the Geese gathered to listen, and the fairy-princes did, too.

She said: "The Shadow called Abhorred is gone now, but there are yet souls enslaved. The time has come to free them. The Lord of the Skies and the Lord of the Waters and the Lord of Doom ask that we stand ready to carry these lost souls to safety, as they may not know the way for themselves. They do not ask that we join the fight. We must decide that for ourselves."

"Our mother!" cried the fairy-princes.

"Yes," said the Queen of the Geese. "This is to free your mother, and others like her."

"We wish to fight," said the fairy-princes.

"If you wish to fight, you will have to go among Elves, for it is they who accepted this task," said the Queen.

"We still wish to fight," said the fairy-princes.

"If you wish to fight, you will have to learn to fight, from me or from the Elves, and neither would be easy," said the Queen.

"We still wish to fight," said the fairy-princes.

"If you wish to fight, you will have to be among those who are enslaved like your mother, who bear the marks of that enslavement clearly, and who may strike at your senses like poison, living long in isolation as you have," said the Queen.

"We can learn to endure it," said the fairy-princes. "We must, for our mother's sake. We wish to fight."

"If you wish to fight, you will have to fight in company with two very wicked Gnomes, and some others who never hurt your people but who are still very much Gnomes," said the Queen.

"We are not children anymore, and we are not afraid of them," said the fairy-princes. "If they fight to free our mother, we can fight in their company. We wish to fight."

"If you wish to fight, you must fight in company with your great-uncle and your great-nephews, who will surely know you without feathers and may well know you with," said the Queen.

It took longer for the fairy-princes to answer, this time. But: "We still wish to fight."

#orc bank unforsaken #orc bank #alternate title: #how Radagast came to owe Caraxitari the Goose Queen five favors to be specified #and still considers it worth it

[ineadhyn]

So, I rewrote the lyrics to Hellfire from The Hunchback of Notre Dame to fit Raphael:

Corona karsus

Omnipotentas

Beate coronae

Archidux diaboli

Beato Raphael archidux

Novae infernae

Inferna aeterna

Beata corona, you know I am no mortal man

Of my ambition I am justly proud

Beata corona, you know I'm so much sharper than

The common, witless, weak, befuddled crowd 

So tell me, my consort, why I see them squirming there

Why their cocky words still scorch my heart

I feel them, I see them

This little group of misfit mice

Is daring me to lose all my control

Like fire

Hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

To rule above my kin

It is my right (mea dextra)

It is my plan (non deficere)

To seize the crown and set the world aflame (consilium maximum)

It is my right (mea dextra)

It is my plan (non deficere)

As devil I am so much stronger than a man

Come to me, corona

Don't let the wizard cast his spell

Don't let yourself be seized by gods or men

Destroy all the archdukes

So this will be the final act

And let the hells be mine and mine alone

Hellfire

Darkfire

Now mousey, it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

My crown or you will burn

(Corona aeterna)

I have no mercy on them

(Corona aeterna)

I have no mercy on me

(Corona aeterna)

But it will be mine

Or they will burn

#my latin is rusty af I am aware #raphael bg3 #house of hope #raphael the cambion #just bard things #i was bored at work

[minubell]

Sauron is, in my opinion, the most human of the Ainur.

I like to imagine the Ainur as originally being much more otherworldly. This makes sense given their entire existence predates the world itself. Why would a primordial being look, act, feel like humans do when humans do not even exist yet? When the Ainur first appeared and first clothed themselves in physical forms, they did not just look like men or elves. However, when their appearances terrified the newly-awakened elves, many of them would settle into forms more mundane, including Sauron himself.

But what sets Sauron apart from his kin is his integration into the societies of men. He's not only adjusted his appearance, but also his personality and power to accommodate being around men. He has tempered both to ensure he does not incinerate his most loyal servants whenever his anger bubbles to the surface. By surrounding himself with men, he has both consciously and unconsciously mirrored them in a way no other Ainur has before, nor would until the arrival of the wizards.

#tides of war #art #TOW Lore #sauron #mairon #When Sauron is pissed he turns into a fireball #As one might imagine is counterproductive to both men continuing to live and doing paperwork #Sauron has elected to simply not be angry anymore #Obviously this will only work out great for him :)

[dailycharacteroption]

Halcyon Druid (Druid Archetype)

(art by Zummeng on DeviantArt)

Easily one of my favorite goodly organizations in the Lost Omens setting is the Magaambya school of magic. Founded by the man who singlehandedly saved arcane magic for humanity, Oldmage Jatembe’s school of magic is the very picture of a place where the mystic arts are paired together with a righteous code of ethics and goodness.

But that isn’t the only thing that is combined there in that sacred institute, for the school is also famous for blending the arcane and divine, with many of it’s mages being able to cast druidic primal magics in addition to their arcane arts.

However, Magaambya does not merely teach the arcane arts with a smattering of the divine, they actually teach all manner of disciplines, so it only makes sense that there would also be druids that learn a bit of the arcane.

These so-called halcyon druids not only learn a few arcane spells, but they also do something very atypical for primal mages: they seek out contact with outsiders of the outer sphere, particularly celestials, and especially the animal-like agathions!

The only other druid archetype I can think of that deals with non-elemental outsiders regularly is the planar extremist, and that’s the ex-druid archetype representing those that have gone too far away from their roots and become servants of the planes rather than nature, so in order to truck with such beings while still being true druids, these mystics must be doing something very right compared to others.

As we will soon see, these mystics gain a mixture of powerful abilities from their primal, arcane, and divine sources.

Rather than form a bond to an aspect of nature or a companion, these druids instead bond with their mask, which then functions similar to a wizard’s bonded item, and can be similarly enchanted.

They are also trained diplomats, all the better to go between villages and nations to forge new bonds of cooperation and kinship.

In keeping with the blending of magical traditions, these mages can spontaneously cast spells associated with the cleric domain of Good instead of summoning allies.

They also learn a handful of spells exclusive to the arcane arts, diversifying their magecraft further.

As agents of good, these mages are especially resistant to the depredations of fiendish foes.

Finally, these mystics gain the ability to shapeshift into a form of celestial outsider based on their mask. While this is not a true outsider polymorph effect, it has the limited ability to mimic some of the iconic abilities of the major celestial types, such as the aura of menace seen in archons.

This archetype is interesting. It gets rid of wild shape and the nature bond, but replaces them with surprising spell versatility and their very own bonded item, as well as making them experts in social areas. These changes mean that you’re pretty much limited to being a back line spellcaster unless you utilize lots of buffs or use the celestial transformation from your mid-levels, but it still can be rewarding to play.

Interestingly, this archetype mentions that some members of this order wear masks resembling fiends rather than celestials, though those that do are probably more akin to gargoyles, acting as representatives of what evil looks like rather than being evil themselves. However, there is always the possibility of perhaps some disgruntled ex-student actually making pacts with fiends.

Ogwe the Crocodile is especially daring among his kin, but that boldness has led to surprising alliances in the past. Now the druid seeks perhaps his most shocking diplomatic endeavor yet: delving into the earth beneath the region to meet with a mighty vault builder, one of the legendary xiomorns, to secure peaceful relations.

Though sometimes mistaken for a rakshasa, Veldikas is every bit a mystical dilletante and social navigator. However, his true loyalties always lie with the natural world, and the fanglord beastkin wears the face of the tiger both in and out of his sacred mask, especially when the time comes to act.

For generations, the angelic mask of her ancestor has watched over Kifi’s home, protecting it. Turns out this was more than superstition, for the day the mask was stolen, her village was attacked. Though she managed to get the mask back, she discovered a divine spirit dwelling within, one that urges her to seek out the mentor that trained their ancestor so long ago.

#pathfinder #archetype #druid #halcyon druid #xiomorn #beastkin #Adventurer's Guide

[blackcurlsgreeneyes]

Can't Wait Here Silent // Closed RP

May was a quiet month; the survivors focused on physically rebuilding, and then sharing the monumental task of laying the defenders to rest and sorting the lost enemies. The Ministry was stretched thin as it strove to provide leadership while primarily performing law enforcement, and the Order rose readily to the task of helping round up all who had fought under Riddle to be evaluated.

June began, and brought with it the Trials. Reviewing the lists of names awaiting judgment, Harry mentally found himself categorizing this into three tiers: those were clear and resoundingly to be condemned; those who were fully innocent and would need post-Imperius or blackmail therapy; and the hazy third type, those who had acted under different kinds of coercion or obligation.

Draco Malfoy was the first name he placed on that list, and Harry would not be dissuaded. It was a relief to his core that Ron and Hermione understood; Ron testified all that he had seen at the Manor, and then during the Final Battle, and Hermione was clever enough to get Ollivander's on-record input regarding wand allegiance, providing support for the assertion that only Draco's intentional surrender of the wands would have given Harry the power he had, both escaping the Manor, and in his final showdown with Riddle.

Above all, Harry argued for the influence of psychological and physical torture, unyielding until the Ministry all but collapsed its protests. He did not deny them Lucius Malfoy; Harry sorted him between his first two tiers, believing the man to have gone from devoted loyalist to scared shitless for his wife and son, by the end. Lucius faced yet another Trial, and again went to Azkaban, this time for one year.

And for that one year, they assigned Draco to house arrest at the Manor. He and his mother lived there alone now, with Tonks assigned as a liaison to monitor her kin. Harry heard next to nothing after that, simply confirmations that all seemed well, and life moved on to the rest of the Trials, the funerals, and then slowly turning the page to a new era in the wizarding world.

He had the date marked when that house arrest ended, and it found Harry at the gate of Malfoy Manor, spine stiff as Narcissa came to greet him there. It took three visits before she let him inside, and two more for those to not be silent and awkward hours at the tea table. Finally, she cracked, asking why in Salazar's name he was so insistent; Draco had left the estate the instant Tonks removed his Trace, and he was off the grid.

"No one should be alone," Harry had said, simply, thanking her elf for refilling his tea. "Least of all those who suffered. Draco blames himself, and he'll rot away in that mentality. I did not defend him out of some unwilling sense of requirement. I want him to heal."

Narcissa had stared at him for a long, long moment before asking him to return the next day. When he did, she gave him a parcel of foods and teas, and the information needed to cross into the Unplottable acreage where Draco was keeping a small cottage in the woods near Devon.

He didn't ask if she'd told her son. Harry thanked her, and Apparated there at once, finding when he landed that the air shimmered, and revealed a beautiful little homestead with a thick privacy hedge and gate. It opened to his hand, permitted by Narcissa, and Harry followed the stone path to knock on the little front door, curious if Draco lived completely alone, or if he kept an elf or pet, something for company in the solitude.

#heartscfvalor #Harry x Draco #RP: Can't Wait Here Silent #Drarry #Post War #PTSD mention #Draco has some major issues my good folks #hero complex Harry

[worrywrite]

The Tower Scheme

It was during the height, and what we would later call the end, of the age of darkness.

Humanoid races--men, elves, dwarves, and other mixed kin--had pulled themselves from the brink of extinction after the hundred years of terror. Demons had swarmed every habitable land and nearly plunged the world into darkness. Their king, the demon lord, had seized a crown from an aging glutton and demonic power had surged. It was through grit alone (or so it seemed) than the humanoid races had regained a semblance of their former prosperity.

Every human-kin had grown up learning how to fight for their lives and how to stand at each other's backs. They fought monsters daily. The strong survived and their children became strong and humanoids became stronger than they had ever been. It was all out of necessity. And in their strength, in their near eradication, an odd thing happened: they prospered. Their strongest became heroes that traveled from small settlement to small settlement to fend off rampaging demons. And then settlements became towns and cities and then an empire. And when the greatest heroes had become all bub unstoppable, they set their sights on killing their most hated foe: the demon king himself.

It was not hard, by the time they had made their choice. They were all but immortal themselves. The heroes stormed through the demon lands, holy relics and ancient power in hand. They crashed through the gates of the Castle of Sins. They slaughter the arch demons and dukes and nightly underling lords that stood between them and the throne. And when they held a blade to the chin of the king, he smiled.

"I have waited a century and some years for this day to come. When you were mighty enough to face me. Just so I could tell you... You're welcome."

Bewildered, the heroes faltered.

"I don't think you know, but are part of a symbiotic world. Your darker thoughts give way to our power. And without you, we cease to exist. But with too few of us, you could never dream of survival. You fought amongst yourself while you fed our appetites, and then for a hundred years we returned to you what we had been given. Wrath, gluttony, avarice, pride, lust, and more."

All others but the king fell silent. It was as though his words alone, devoid of magic as they were, held a tremendous power of truth.

"Your forebears knew this truth, but they too fed on what we did. And we destroyed them in frantic jealousy. But with us as your sole oppressors, you most hated foes, you gave birth to a miracle. A nearly stable symbiosis amongst yourselves. You sewed divisions, you stood by the backs of strangers, and you survived. And after your survived, you thrived. You became noble. And though you hated us enough to sustain our lives, you hated little else."

The king, lean and short as he was, nearly lost in the folds of his throne stood and let out what he half expected would be his final breath.

"And now, here you stand. More powerful than I could ever be were I glut with ever sin of mortals and empowered by the devotion and title of my rule. What will you do?"

Strangely, it was the greatest knight of the land that spoke. He had not be the one to hold the king at the end of a blade, but he had held the shield between the king and his would be valiant slayer.

"We cannot kill him."

"Too true." Said the king. "I am only one king among an unconquerable foe. Kill me and another imp will build a smaller throne and grow to become my successor. So long as your kind live, so will mine."

"We could enslave them." Ventured an arch wizard.

"Perhaps we could send them somewhere we need not worry." Suggested a priest.

"We would be no better than them." Said the knight. "And more would surely grow and find us."

"Too true." Said the king with a nod. "I have thought much about our combined survival while I waited. And I have a solution."

All gathered waited for the king.

"You must give us place inside your lives. Not as friends, or compatriots, but as a necessary evil. A threat that can be unified against. I will construct a tower in every portion of the land, and give it a baron to cultivate your darkness in. And you will conquer them. And every 100 years, the tower will renew. And should you forget, the darkness within the tower will wander out and find you in your peace and end it."

"But we cannot trust you." Said the knight, and he spoke the heart of every hero poised to slay the king.

"And you shouldn't. But you will. Because the next king will not be quite so clever or weak. But should no next king come, you will only ever worry about me and my barons. The next king will not have patience as you prosper. He will not know to keep you fat so that we too may stay strong."

And none could deny the kings truth.

So the age of honor was born.

Every 100 years, the towers would whir to life with demons and dark monsters. And the humanoid races would unite, setting aside all differences and send their most honorable and trusted heroes to fend the darkness off.

And so long as they remembered their eternal and true foe, they lived in prosperity.

#original fiction #fiction #fantasy #writblr #the tower scheme

[steamclouds]

Voradras Masterpost

Fighting prodigy turned Arcane Trickster

Name: Voradras Adravo of House Adravo, 15th House in Menzoberranzan during the 1480's, later Voradras Dekarios

Age: 52 in 1492

Class: Rogue

Origin: Character for the Lost Mine of Phandelver Module

Home: Menzoberranzan (exiled), Neverwinter Wood, Waterdeep

Alignment: Neutral Good

Likes: His friends, his weasel familiar Alva, sparring, kindness, Gale :)

Dislikes: Cruelty, hatred, water, spiders, bright days

Siblings: Zethir (younger brother, Wild Magic Sorcerer, student at Sorcere), 5 yet unnamed sisters

Unique Traits: Heterochromia, dark scleras due to some infernal intermingling way down his bloodline, filed sharp canines, Tear in left ear from a tavern brawl, huge elaborate spellscar on his chest from a resurrection spell, 2 scars across his nose, given by a priestess of Lolth as punishment

Deity: None, though he's aware of Eilistraee and her temples, he's become too wary of gods to worship any outright

Training: Graduate of Melee-Magthere, was top of the class for several years, taught himself spells from a surface wizard's spellbook he stole in Sorcere

Closest friends: Magpie Cackle (@dagoth-menthol's Kenku Druid), Sunset Walker (@titan-wolfdog's Tabaxi Ranger), Shadowheart, Wyll

Languages: Drow, Drow Sign, Common, Goblin

Tags:

oc: Voradras, Heartweave (ship with Gale Dekarios)

Art:

Ref Sheet, Menzo look and more in the tags!

Facts:

Got thrown off the back of the dragon Venomfang when his party fought him in Neverwinter, falling to his death -> Friends dragged him and another dead party member to the nearest temple to revive them

Cannot swim and gets horribly seasick on ships

intense sweet tooth

Very charismatic and talkative, WILL strike up conversation with just about anyone

Gentle and quiet voice (Voiceclaim: K from Blade Runner 2049)

bad at taking critique, especially fighting advice

limited palate, eats too much meat and not enough fiber or vegetables

Born into the cruel society of the Drow in the Underdark, Voradras did his best to fit in. From a young age, and spurred on by cautionary tales of the fate of those who left to become renegades, he knew that his heart wasn't in the endless tunnels of this lightless world, but the surface above. He followed every order for his own safety, though there was always an air of disobedience about him, much to the disdain of his Matron Mother.

After graduation, he spent some time patrolling the tunnels before finally setting the escape he had planned for years, into motion.

As one last show of his disdain for Lolth, he stole his familie's ceremonial dagger from the chapel and chopped off his long hair. Grabbing only the necessities like his piwafwi and rapier, he wandered along the tunnels for many months, finally emerging onto the surface in a cave near Neverwinter Wood.

After being turned away from every place he approached, and hunted by some, his saving grace was a strange and eccentric kenku druid called Magpie Cackle, who took him in and they became fast friends.

After taking on a quest in Neverwinter by the dwarf Gundren Rockseeker, they teamed up with the Aasimar Nephilim, Tabaxi Sunset and Woodelf Lisa, the group quickly becoming tightly knit on their way to Phandelver. Facing no prejudice from them, for the first time in his life Voradras felt content, he knew he could call this group his best friends.

After many shenanigans, including Lisa and Voradras losing their lives for a short while as they fought a vicious green dragon, they finished their quest to free Wave Echo Cave for the dwarves.

Life seemed well for them afterwards, everyone going about their own ways, though they all stayed in contact, . Voradras became a sellsword wandering about the wilderness as he wanted, together with someone he cared about a lot.

A handful of years later though, everything was turned upside down by a traumatic event involving his kin, and his subsequent kidnapping by the Nautiloid.

Worried by their friend's sudden disappearance, the group made it their task to find their lost drow friend again. Following the tracks all the way down to Baldur's Gate.

#finally it is done #it turned out so long oh god #anyways finally a closer look at my son! #oc: voradras #he is #so important to me #heartweave

[izzythehutt]

From a 2004 interview with Rowling:

Does Harry have a godmother? If so, will she make an appearance in future books? No, he doesn’t. I have thought this through. If Sirius had married… Sirius was too busy being a big rebel to get married. When Harry was born, it was at the very height of Voldemort fever last time so his christening was a very hurried, quiet affair with just Sirius, just the best friend. At that point it looked as if the Potters would have to go into hiding so obviously they could not do the big christening thing and invite lots of people. Sirius is the only one, unfortunately. I have got to be careful what I say there, haven’t I?

Obviously he basically functions as the best friend of the parents/next of kin, but Rowling wanted to give him a formal role in Harry's life and went about it in the traditional way you would in a (again, at least nominally) Christian society. I guess wizard "christening" could be different than real world counterpart, but that just seems like a stretch to me...or maybe I just don't care for the idea of it.

On a practical level, godparent is more of an honorary title in modern life (frankly for both Catholics and Anglicans), but in principle, it's not. POA rewrite where everything is the same except Sirius sends a catechism along with the Firebolt!

I found a kind of interesting article awhile ago with people debating the subject of Harry's baptism and Christianity in the series in general.

#harry potter meta #harry potter #casquecest #harry potter and religion