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The Healer pt 2
Decided to continue this, let me know if you want me to keep going!
Part 1 linked here
Enjoy!
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“What have you done?”
My voice was strained in a horrified whisper.
Jack the Hero was calm despite my obvious distress. He leaned back in his chair, his face smiling but his eyes freezing cold. “That’s the wrong question, Healer. The right question is: what have YOU done?”
“Everyone… they’re dead… you promised you needed it to clear the gate… you told me…”
“I told you a lie.” His smile didn’t change. “You were the fool who believed me. Their deaths are on your hands as much as mine.”
I stood up, checking my inventory and beginning to drop any group items. “I’m quitting your team. I’d rather die alone out there then stay on under you. After what you've done."
“I’d rethink that, Healer.” He held up a hand, and a bright red gleam shined between his fingers.
“You bastard.” I froze at the sight, unable to move, as realization slowly dawned on me of the extent of his betrayal. “You…”
He stood up, not bothering to listen to the rest of my cursing. “Save your energy.” He paused at the doorway, his gaze settling on my tear-stained face without much interest. “You’ll need it. We ride early tomorrow, Healer. Be ready.”
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“JACK!” I sat up in bed, breathing heavily. I was filled with terror and rage, and it took a moment to realize my familiar surroundings. Light blue walls, intricate draperies, stacks of large books on topics ranging from anatomy to pharmacology. My room. I sighed with relief.
Thinking of my dream, and the bad memory contained within, I stiffened again, slowly slipping my hand into my collar and gripping the cold hard surface of the amulet within. I sat silently, clutching it so tightly that the hard edges began to dig into the skin of my palm. Eventually my speeding heart rate slowed, and my breathing normalized. I was in my house, out of Jack’s reach.
As I calmed down, a notice popped up in my vision.
**You have rested through the night. HP and MP are restored in full. Adverse conditions such as fatigue are eliminated. You are encouraged to continue your mission in securing the advancement of the human race! Good luck!**
I waved away the notice with a frown. Since the Downfall, since we had woken up in this strange world crafted after a VR game, there had been only vague references to the “purpose” behind it. The original message had mentioned an “opportunity for improvement” but given little other information. Who was it that trapped us all here? Why did they do it? And are they still watching us?
I shook my head. All we knew was that there were one hundred gates to pass to “complete” this mission. Perhaps then we would understand the purpose behind all of this, the meaning of all this pain, death and suffering.
But we were only on the forty-second gate.
I went downstairs, and paused when I spotted Alton the Great Evil Wizard, looking nothing like his terrifying reputation as he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, calmly sewing a black robe. Hearing my footsteps, he looked up and grinned, waving with the hand holding the threaded needle.
“Good morning, Miss Healer!”
The address caught me by surprise. Jack and the party had always just called me “healer” or “the healer.” The word was always said dripping with disdain. They had hated my profession, hated the embarrassment of having me on their team, made even worse by the fact that they actually needed me around. But when Alton said it… it just seemed normal.
I think my sense of normal has been greatly skewed.
I regained my composure and nodded at him. “Good morning. What are you working on?”
“Repairing my torn robes.” He gestured a pile next to him on the floor. “They have low durability so they break down easily.”
“Shouldn’t you just buy new ones?”
He nodded. “I could… but prefer to save my money for the things I really want. Better to keep it close, since you never know what important things you might need it for… especially in this world.”
“Says the guy who put a 100,000 gold bounty on the head of the Hero?”
“Exactly!” He grinned viciously. “I save my money for important things like annoying idiots like him.”
I laughed at that. After another pause, I sat down on the floor next to him and grabbed a piece of dark cloth from the pile. Pulling a needle and dark thread out of my inventory, I began to stitch.
“You sew?” Alton asked, seeming surprised.
I pointed at his chest, where the stitched wound was still visible. “If I can patch you up, pretty sure I can sew up a sleeve.”
“…Good point… although I guess I didn’t realize the skills were transferable. Did you take on a Tailor side quest?”
“It’s not a skill, not a Fantasy Realm type skill at least.” I kept my eyes on my hands that were picking up speed as muscle memory took over. “I always liked to sew, even before the Downfall… it was a good way to relax. It seemed logical to decompress doing the type of sewing that didn’t have the possibility to kill someone if your stitch came loose.”
“Wait…” He held up his hand, shocked. “Were you a doctor before the Downfall?”
“Yeah, but I was still in surgery residency. So wasn’t like I was operating on my own… “
Alton blinked, seemingly trying to absorb this information. “That’s… impressive.”
I kept my head down, my hands moving smoothly without hesitation. “Not in my family.”
“Ah… familial disappointment. Something with which I am quite familiar.” There was a sad tone in his voice, a look in his eyes that seemed almost close to despair. “Unlike you, I did not go into the family business… making me somewhat of the black sheep of the family.”
“Your family business?” I probed, curious.
“Well, it wasn’t wizardry, that’s for sure.” I sensed he was avoiding the question, and dropped the topic. I didn’t know Alton that well, certainly not enough to push him to open up. I tried to find something else to talk about instead.
“So… what do you think about what I said yesterday?”
He seemed quietly relieved that I moved on. “Which sentence?”
“About finding a couple other people for our party.”
He continued to sew, thinking it over. “I guess it depends…”
“Depends on what?”
Alton looked up, his eyes serious. “On if you trust them.”
I paused at that, before finally answering in a cold tone. “I don’t trust anyone.”
The amulet around my neck felt icy cold against my skin, as always, as if reminding me of its presence, reminding me of the consequence of trusting someone.
“Not anymore.”
Alton nodded seriously at that, and I remembered the title that I saw in his Stat screen. “The Betrayed.” Given the particulars of the system of this world, I didn’t want to know how severe of a betrayal it would have to be to actually bestow a title like that.
Looks like we are both haunted by the consequences of trusting the wrong person. I feel like I already know the kind of person he is... even if it's not been a long time.
As if he heard my thoughts, he spoke up. “We have a lot in common. I’ve been watching you for quite some time. I have a good understanding of the type of person you are… and aren’t. I considered all the options before inviting you into my party. If you have someone you know that well… I would at least be willing to meet them.”
“You were watching me?” I raised an eyebrow at that. “Why?”
“First, I was interested because you were a healer. I didn’t think any had survived. Then I noticed you cleaning up after the Hero’s party’s antics. And then… it was partly because I was scared of you.” He smiled to soften the blow, but I still froze for a moment, before forcing my hands to continue.
“Scared of me?”
“Yeah… since I’m fairly certain that you are the only human in this world who is strong enough to kill me.”
I processed that. “So it’s a ‘keep your enemies close’ type deal?”
“Nah, nothing like that.” He laughed quietly. “It’s just the more I got to know you, the more I couldn’t escape a thought: That I thought you would be a good friend.”
“… You shouldn’t trust me.” My tone was flat.
Alton seemed unfazed. “Why not? Are you planning to betray me?”
I shook my head.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“You don’t know everything yet… even if you’ve been watching… there’s things… terrible, awful things you need to know about me before making any decisions.”
“None of us are saints in this world.” He briefly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before meeting my gaze once more. I could see the guilt within. “We were trapped here, forced to survive. We’ve all done things we regret. Don’t forget: I’m not far behind you in human kill numbers.”
There was a long pause.
“What are you thinking?” He finally asked, breaking the silence.
I knotted off the thread as I finished closing the tear, cutting it off with a neat motion. “I think you’re strangely naïve for someone called the ‘great evil wizard.’”
“If you say so.” Alton chuckled.
“I do.”
“So are you going to introduce this naïve evil wizard to your friends?” He finished sewing his robe, tying it off somewhat clumsily.
I froze at the word “friends."
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“I need your help.” Jack’s eyes were intense as he cornered me, my back against a cold brick wall. The solidity of it grounded me, the realness of it reminding me that this strange world I lived in was my new normal.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. If the power gets into the wrong hands…” As I tried to turn away, he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. My skin crawled at his touch, but the hard grip prevented me from pulling away.
“We don’t have a choice. The next gate is impossible without your help. If you refuse… everyone will die.”
He finally released me, and I tried to back away, but only succeeded in hitting my head against the brick. After a few long moments, I sighed.
“Just for the gate, right? You promise?”
“Of course…” He smiled. “We’re friends after all.”
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I took a deep breath, ignoring Alton’s concerned look. “No. Not friends. But strong people who might be interested in partnering with us.”
I had no friends. I didn't dare. Not since I stopped calling Jack and his group that.
“Ah of course. `And you think these strong people will be okay partnering with me?” He pointed at himself with a quizzical expression.
I smiled confidently. “I have no doubt.”
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SLAM!
The door slammed in our faces for the third time. Inside the building we could hear a muffled “GO AWAY!”
Alton looked over at me with a smile. “No doubt, huh?”
I frowned. “ I underestimated your bad reputation… or maybe mine.”
“I resent that. My bad reputation is more than enough to scare good prospects away on its own.” He glanced back at the door with a raised eyebrow. “Besides if they are too scared to even join us, I imagine they wouldn’t be that much help in a fight.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry. I’ve run out of suckers… I’m mean strong heroes to ask.”
He grinned at that, as we walked away from the last house and towards the 38th level City. The main road was deserted, this was one of the higher levels, and very few people advanced this far. Many chose to stay in the lower levels, avoiding danger. I kept a close eye on the surrounding forest, tense. The roads were generally safe, but the wariness remained all the same.
“So, just the three prospects, huh?”
“People on the World Leader Board who aren’t already in a party and not total psychopaths?” I shook my head, distracted from my obsessive watching of our surroundings. “You’re lucky I could think of three.”
“Well maybe it will just have to be you and me. I mean we ARE the top two players on the World Leader Board. It could be enough.”
We walked forward as I continued to ponder his words. I had not really seen Alton in action. However, his ranking and reputation as the world’s strongest player couldn’t be denied. “It might be enough, for a while. But I don’t know if that will carry us to the end. The gates are getting harder and harder… “
“Well, it’s not like teammates are going to just fall from the sky…”
“LOOK OUUUUUT!”
Alton and I rolled out of the way of the person falling from a nearby tree, both readying for battle. Alton whispered quietly, activating a dark magical flame that danced around his fingers. I on the other hand, simply stood in place, hands resting at my sides. If there was one thing I was good at, it was killing. I just needed to know if it was necessary. In the corner of my vision I confirmed my filled HP and MP, with some reassurance.
The falling person hit the ground with a loud CLANG and her metal armor slightly deformed from the impact. She the rolled several times, coming to a loud stop on her back at my feet. Her young, bright eyes stared up at me with delight.
“Healer!”
I looked down at her, and sighed. “Hello, Stephanie.”
Alton glanced at her, and then looked at me. “You know her?”
“WE’RE BEST FRIENDS!”
“No.”
Stephanie and I answered at the same time. Alton laughed, and held out a hand to the teenage girl. “Nice to meet you, Miss Healer’s best friend. I’m Alton.”
Her eyes widened. “The evil wizard?” I braced myself for her to scream or run away similar to the prior “strong” people I had tried to recruit. Instead, she smiled with great relief. “THANK GOODNESS!”
“Huh.” Alton seemed just as confused as me. “Never had that reaction before.”
Stephanie in response pointed a group of monsters emerging from the nearby forest, heading towards us. “Can you guys lend a hand?”
I studied the new threat carefully. There were eight wolf like creatures, 5 feet tall with long horns, large jaws and rows upon rows of blood-stained teeth. They moved as a pack, snarling and howling as they closed in on their prey.
Alton shrugged nonchalantly at the sight, and pointed at me. “I’ll help if she says it’s okay.”
“Great!” Stephanie sat up with difficultly, her armor hindering the movement, and placed her hands together in a praying gesture. “Please?”
I pushed up my sleeves. “Sure. I had some energy I wanted to get out anyways. Alton, you take the four on the left?”
He nodded in response and began chanting.
I faced the four beasts on the right with a thoughtful expression. One out of the group was larger than the rest, likely the leader of the pack.
**The Healer has activated wordless incantation. -300MP per use.**
The wolf monsters were racing closer. I sensed the end of Alton’s chant coming and raised a hand, pointing.
**The Healer has cast Immobilization -10MP/sec while active.**
The three smaller wolves froze, tumbling to the ground. The larger stumbled, but shrugged off the spell, obviously having some magical resistance. I moved forward, going at my highest speed. If a spell won’t work… I pulled a syringe out of my inventory. As I reached the leader. I saw Alton finish his chant out of the corner of my eye. A black flame surrounded the monsters he faced, burning them to ash.
**Alton the Great Evil Wizard is credited with 4 monster kills, awarded 160XP and +4 fame. You receive 20XP as a party member.**
The lead monster snapped at me as I leapt over its head, its teeth missing my arm my a hair. I jumped and straddled its back, grabbing its rough, stained fur in one hand, and plunging the syringe into the large muscle near its shoulder joint with the other.
**The Healer has used custom potion – Anesthetic. Patient is paralyzed and sedated for 3 minutes.**
The monster under me let out a groan and collapsed to the ground. Letting out a sigh of relief, I looked over at the smaller wolf monsters and reached out a hand.
**The Healer has cast Debridement x 3. – 60MP.**
Black blood spilled out from large wounds in their necks, pooling under the three bodies, soaking the grass beneath them.
**The Healer is credited with 3 monster kills, awarded 120XP and +3 fame.**
Now that the small fry are out of the way… I waved away the notification and pulled a scalpel out of my inventory, the small blade in my hand reflecting the bright sunlight.
If spells won’t work, then I’ll just do it the old-fashioned way. I couldn’t use weapons, only medical/healing potions and tools. A scalpel although tiny, was the closest thing I had to a bladed weapon. I reached out towards the wolf’s neck.
“WAIT!” Stephanie cried out, causing me to pause before I cut the monster’s throat. “Don’t cut it!”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to spare the monster that was hunting you?” I noticed that Alton had kept a small amount of magic around his hand, ready to strike at any moment. It was strangely reassuring to see that he wasn’t always so trusting of others.
Stephanie looked at me, confused. “What? No! I just meant please don’t CUT it! I need an undamaged pelt for a quest. Can you kill it without hurting its pelt?”
I thought it over, still holding the scalpel to its throat in case the potion wore off. “Depends. What about the quest rewards?”
She deflated slightly at the question. “50-50 split? I did spend days tracking them down.”
“Deal.” I put my scalpel away, and pull up a buckled strap. With a quick practiced movement, I placed it around the wolf’s head, and tightened it over the neck.
**Healer has utilized tourniquet. Blood flow to the affected area is cut off. Please utilize caution, patient received 10 damage for each second that the tourniquet is in place.**
I waited patiently.
**WARNING! Patient airway is compressed and is becoming dangerously hypoxic. Please secure airway to continue healing. Patient will receive 50 damage for each second that airway compression remains in place.**
I continued to wait.
**The Healer is credited with 1 level 20 monster boss kill, awarded 200 XP and +5 fame.**
I removed the tourniquet, wiping down the strap before replacing it into my inventory. I glanced over at Alton and Stephanie who stared at me in surprise. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“…Umm… did you just kill a boss monster… with a syringe and a belt?”
“It’s a tourniquet, but yes.”
“Cool.” Alton gave me a thumbs up.
Stephanie shrugged off her apparent shock and ran to the boss monster, using a skill to remove the pelt without any tools. She then paused, and stood in front of both of us, shuffling back and forth slightly.
“So…”
I cleaned my hands with a handkerchief and some water, not looking at her. “What do you want this time?”
“This time?” I waved away Alton’s question and looked at Stephanie, who didn’t make eye contact.
“Well, I guess I wasn’t here JUST for the wolf pelt… I may have also come here looking for you… and remembered to finish the quest when I saw them in the forest on my way over.”
I didn’t change my expression. “What do you want?”
Striking a pose, slightly hindered by her dented metal armor, she answered dramatically: “…I heard you were recruiting… Can I join your party?”
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Alton and I stared at her.
“Wait. How did you know we were recruiting?”
“After you asked three people you are seriously asking this?" She shook her head in disgust. "You both are famous! It’s been all over the world chat since you were first sighted together!”
Groaning, I pulled up the display that I rarely opened anymore. After the Downfall, the people pulled into this game like world had quickly discovered a worldwide chat option. There were many different topics, guides and other discussion available to read through and comment on.
In the first few weeks after waking up in this world, I used to read through the gossip and other new topics daily, hoping desperately that someone would discover what had happened, why we were here, or perhaps some tips on succeeding as a healer. Instead I quickly discovered it was a toxic cesspool of humanity, filled with petty arguments, lies and gossip.
I quickly became a common topic of discussion on the chat board. As the only high level healer, part of the Hero’s party, and the player with the highest number of human kills, I was infamous, with entire forums dedicated to analyzing how I was accomplishing it. The conclusions they often came to were often not very flattering towards me.
There were also fan clubs and forums dedicated to the Hero and his party, and they were also my strongest critics as well, accusing me of dragging the hero and his party down. I flinched from the memories, but quickly pulled up the world chat, noting that the top topic of discussion was about Alton and me.
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“THE HEALER AND THE EVIL WIZARD HAVE TEAMED UP AND ARE RECRUITING NEW MEMBERS!”
The infamous mooching healer from the Hero’s party has officially split from them and joined the Evil Wizard! No one knows what horrific plans they are concocting, but whatever it is must require strong people, as they have been sighted trying to recruit two free agents on the leader board, and were last seen on level 38, likely to recruit Dallas the Barbarian! We’ll keep you posted!
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I frowned at the post, quickly scanning the comments below.
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“ Good riddance! It was always a drag to see her running behind the hero’s party, getting carried by them. “
“That’s terrifying! The Evil Wizard has friends? If you see them, you better run!”
“Who would want to joined such a cursed party?”
“… So who else is shipping them?”
“Weirdos will ship anything with anything. Get out of here with that nonsense.”
“Pieces of trash will always gravitate together.”
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I looked at the last comment, which was posted by Rita the Holy Archer. She was a member of the Hero’s party as well, and not someone I had ever gotten along with.
Alton was staring blankly, obviously scrolling through the chat as well. He made a weird expression and waved his hand back and forth, dismissing it and muttering to himself. I stepped forward, patting his shoulder comfortingly.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a bunch of idiots chattering.”
“Worried?” He looked at me, confused. “I’m not worried about the comments. There’s a whole thread dedicated to taking bets on what sort of horrible death I’ll have. This is child’s play.”
“Then why the weird face?”
He looked away awkwardly, mumbling something I couldn’t hear.
“What did you…?”
“I saw FAN ART, okay? They made fan art of the two of us…” He covered his face with his hand.
“Why would they…?” I paused. “Can I see it?”
“No. No. I would rather die.”
What on earth did he see? Before I could ask further, Stephanie pushed again.
“Guys? I’m still here! Can I join?”
Alton stared coldly at her. “I don’t know you, or trust you. It depends on what Miss Healer has to say.”
Stephanie turned towards me, but only received an eye roll in response to her puppy eyes. “I can vouch for the fact that she’s strong. She’s a barbarian warrior, and obsessed on leveling up her strength stats.”
He looked at the girl in her late teens and her tiny frame. “…If you say so”
I sighed. “Show him your sword.”
“Sure!” Grinning, Stephanie raised her hand, an enormous cleaver type sword longer than her body appearing in it. It looked incredibly heavy, but she waved it around as if it were weightless. Alton applauded politely at her show of strength. Finally, she put it away. “I’m forty-third on the Leader Board, partially due to the fame I gained for my strength stats, which are the highest in the world here.”
“The real question is…” Alton turned towards me. “Why wasn’t she on your list of people to recruit?”
“I told you my list was strong people who weren’t in a party who weren’t total psychopaths.” I looked at Stephanie pointedly. “She is absolutely crazy AND she’s in party already.”
She grinned. “Not anymore, Healer! I quit my party the minute I saw you were recruiting on the forum! I owe you my life, how could I not take advantage of that opportunity?”
“And your fan club of a party allowed that?”
“I had to chop off a hand or two, but eventually they got the point and agreed to let me be happy and follow my dream.” Seemingly unconcerned by the intense violent acts she spoke about, she held out her hand to me with a smile. “So do we have a deal?”
I looked up at the sky. “We do need a tanker…” Crazy or not, she is really strong... I took a deep breath, and shook her hand. “Fine.”
“YAY!”
**Stephanie the lovely Barbarian has accepted your invitation to join your party! She will have access to shared inventory, and her stats will become visible upon medical scan.**
“Should we head on, or are anymore of your friends going to suddenly jump out of trees to join us?” Alton finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Who knows?” I turned to Stephanie. “Where do you need to turn in your quest?”
“Where else?” She grinned. “Winter’s General Store.”
"..." Rubbing my forehead, and trying not to cry, I asked quietly, “Are you out of your mind? You realize he would kill you if you didn’t bring back the pelt?” Alton looked at me questioningly, but I gestured at him to let it go and he remained silent.
“No he wouldn’t!” Stephanie burst out. “He promised that since I was your friend he wouldn't kill me! ... He would only maim me if I failed.”
“You’re not my friend.”
“That’s right, we’re not friends… we’re BEST friends!”
“Heaven help us.” I groaned and pulled up a traveling artifact. “Let’s go see Winter before he decides to come see us.”
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As we arrived in level 1 City, we quietly moved towards the back alleys near the water front. It was a mostly deserted area known for its paid killers, black markets and the most desperate part of humanity. The few people we ran into were cloaked and minding their own business, but I kept my guard up, refusing to dismiss wordless chanting despite the mana drain. I wanted to be able to fight at a moments notice.
“Who is Winter?” Alton asked finally as he followed us through the winding and increasingly dark streets.
“An NPC!” Stephanie answered cheerfully. “A really powerful one. He really likes the Healer too”
Alton was shocked, as I knew he would be. There were scattered being that looked like humans, but weren't that could give quests, termed Non Player Characters given their similarity in role to NPCs in the game. However, since their discovery in this world since the Downfall, their interactions with humans were limited. There were a few that would hand out quests, a few that ran shops, but all of them had one thing in common:
They despised humans.
They treated human players as lesser beings, only worthy of cheap and dirty missions or tasks that they didn’t want to take care of. Many attempts at befriending or learning about them were made in the beginning, but universally they responded with only vitriol and disdain.
No one knew why they were here. If they were part of whatever scheme this was that had trapped us in this world. But we knew one thing: Any attempt to harm them went poorly. They could be harmed. Could even be killed. But any player who did so would find themselves hunted relentlessly by the City 1 guard, who wouldn’t rest until the offending player was dead. After a handful of deaths, this became the new normal and people learned to leave NPCs alone for the most part.
I gave most NPCs a wide berth. I didn’t understand them, or trust them.
But Winter was the exception.
We arrived at the store, pushing it open to the sound of a tinkling bell overhead.
“Winter! Guess who I brought?!!” Stephanie crowed as she pranced in, before coming to a sudden stop. I halted behind her, and Alton beside me as we stared silently at the group already in the store, arguing with an annoyed appearing Winter.
“What bad luck.” Alton whispered, and I had to agree.
It was the Hero’s party.
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“I’m back!” Jeongin called into the apartment
Y/n glanced up from her laptop and looked towards the apartment door. Smiling as he walked into the living room. Leaning down to kiss her, “How’d the meeting go?” she asked
“HR is doing some investigation but it’s looking like i have to fire someone,” Jeongin sighed and sat down
“Sounds like fun,” Y/n laid her head on his shoulder
“Yeah. Favorite part of owning a company,” Jeongin wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Speaking of companies. My dad’s company is hosting a banquet next week and he asked me to bring you.”
“Okay, I’ll be your date,” Y/n smiled
“There’s gonna be people from other companies there. They’re gonna ask about you.”
“And what are you going to tell them?” Y/n sat up and turned to him
“I wanna tell them you're my girlfriend but, what do you think?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Because my world is different from yours. You’ll get a lot more attention than you’re used to. And our little guy is going to get it too.”
Y/n leaned forward and pecked his lips, “I knew that when we got together. I knew our baby was going to get the attention too. We can talk about him when I'm closer to the due date, but I'm fine with a little more attention.”
Jeongin smiled, “Good. I was worried about what you would think about it all.”
“Why?”
“I might sound like a loser but you're the first serious relationship I’ve had so in my mind this is a big deal.”
“You never had a serious relationship before?”
“That’s what you focused on?” Jeongin laughed
“Yes! Am I really your first serious relationship? Did you not date anyone before me?!”
“I did but they never lasted. Most of the time, girls didn’t like the fact my best friend was a girl and i don’t think it helped i was always with (Astrid) because of stuff that was going on at her home. I didn’t really work through it till we kind of fell off for a couple years.” Jeongin explained, “After I went to college, i just settled for hookups”
“Girls were mad about (Astrid)?”
“It was when her depression was bad and I chose to be there for my friend even though she told me I didn't have to be.”
Y/n smiled and pecked his lips again, “I hope our son is as good of a person as his dad is.”
Jeongin smiled and pulled her in for a kiss again.
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Dramione And Theo
I should be resting. But, here is another blurb instead.
Draco’s finger slid along the rim of the porcelain mug. He watched the slight tilt of it atop the plate, the dark liquid inside sloshed against the side, threatening to spill over.
He considered the offer laid out in front of him. There were little details given as he listened to the calm, sure voice of his long time friend and partner. It was tempting, of course. What would be more exhilarating than managing to take what didn’t belong to him?
He looped his index finger into the fine porcelain handle and lifted the mug to his lips. He hesitated to take a sip, leveled Theo Nott with a bored look.
“What’s the target?”
Theo Nott ran a hand down the front of his shirt. The perfectly starched and pressed shirt needing no adjustment. But Theo was avoiding Draco’s stare.
“A vault.”
“What is inside of the vault, Theo?”
“Four hundred thousand galleons.”
Draco’s lips pulled down. A successful job consisted of more than just one man. The more men, the smaller the cut.
“What else is in the vault?” Draco took a sip of his espresso.
Theo fidgeted, his nose crinkled in annoyance.
Draco smirked and set his mug back down. “It must be something special.” He tore a corner of his croissant and tossed it into his mouth.
“Look, it’s not what you think.” Theo sat back in his seat, running his hands through his mop of brown wavy hair.
Draco swallowed his bite. “You don’t know what I think.” But the corners of his mouth continued to pull as he fought a smile. “What else is in the vault, Theo?”
He watched his friend grind his teeth, his jaw working with the movement.
Draco took another piece of croissant and chewed merrily as he sat back and waited for his friend to reply.
“There is a myth, Draco.” Theo finally said, sitting up straight, he leaned his elbow onto the table . “About a necklace that is said to be made entirely of blue diamonds. Not only is it the single most expensive piece of jewelry in all of the world, wizards and muggles included, but it is rumored to be charmed.”
“Charmed?” Draco was grinning, tearing another piece of his croissant off.
“Yes, Draco. Charmed. And do you know what it is charmed to do?”
Draco’s hand rubbed at his upper lip, in an attempt to hide the amusement. “No, Theo. What is this necklace charmed to do?”
“It is charmed to attract luck.”
“There are potions for that,” Draco interjected.
“And to attract all of the wearers inner most desires to come true.”
“Hmm.” Draco popped the last piece of his croissant into his mouth.
“All while turning the wearer into the most beautiful witch or wizard in the room.”
“That sounds a bit lofty, doesn’t it?” Draco stood, while chugging the last of his espresso. He pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed it onto the table.
“Draco,” Theo’s voice had a hint of desperation.
“Who’s the target, Theo?”
Theo exhaled. It was long and sufferable. “Briar Nolan Flamel.”
Draco sat back in his seat. He rubbed at his eyebrow and counted his breaths before he cleared his throat and signaled the waitress over.
Theo remained quiet, watching Draco, as the waitress swayed over to them. She smiled, asked if he needed refill. Draco refused and ordered a slice of Tiramasu.
When the waitress left, he leveled Theo with a look. A look lacking the previous humor he had originally found.
“B. Nolan Flamel.” He stretched his neck, tilting it side to side.
“Yes.” Theo bit the tip of his thumb.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Give me a good reason, Theo.”
They paused as the waitress placed the plate of desert down.
Draco picked up his fork. “Give me a good reason or I walk, now.” He began eating.
“Because you are bored. Your job at the Ministry is trivial. It doesn’t even make you happy. We grew up groomed to rule the world, under the guise that we were superior. And all to what? To watch our fathers get locked behind bars? After reigning terror on the world?” Theo sniffed. “No, if I go to prison, it will be because I was doing something I wanted to do. Something thrilling. Knowing that I bested the most powerful wizard in the entire world.”
Draco set his fork down and swiped the bit of cream on the corner of his lip. “Did you practice this speech?”
Theo shrugged. “A bit.”
“The take is big.” His finger tapped on the edge of his fork, rhythmically. “We’re going to need a team.”
Theo nodded. “Obviously.”
“You have anyone in mind?”
“I do.”
Draco noticed then, that Theo looked uncomfortable again. He busied himself at straightening his tie, buttoning his blazer, only to unbutton it again.
“Who is it, Theo?”
His friend sighed and placed his palm on the table. He opened his mouth and shook his head, closing it again.
“Theo,” He raised the fork to his mouth, and took a bite.
“They are brilliant. A curse breaker and a whizz with technology.”
Chewing on his bite, Draco glared at his friend.
Theo sat back, his shoulder slumping slightly as he relaxed. “Granger.”
Draco choked as he swallowed the bite, coughing and pounding his chest.
“As in Hermione Granger?”
“Yes. She’s incredibly talented. Sneaky, too.”
Draco started to laugh. The kind of laugh he hadn’t had in ages. The sort of laugh that caused the sides of his belly to ache.
“Hermione Holier than Thou Gryffindor herself?” He wiped at his eyes, dabbing at the tears. “The Golden Girl is going to help us break into the vault and steal from the most powerful Wizard?”
“You forgot the slimiest wizard in the world.” Theo grinned.
“You think she would agree to this, as what? Some sort of retribution against a wizard who what? Uses house Elves?”
“He also deals in human trafficking.”
Draco’s eyes widened in surprise. “How do you know?”
Theo’s smile was disgustingly jubilant. “Granger has been tracking him for months.”
“What does she actually do for a living?” Draco had heard she worked for the DMLE and once the Department of Mysteries but had abruptly quit the Ministry altogether last spring.
“She’s a sort of Independent Contractor.” He shrugged and sat up straight. “She and I have worked on a few co-ops together, as it were.”
The fork in his hand long forgotten was suddenly tossed onto the table. “If I agree, you’re telling me that you can one hundred percent assure me that she wouldn’t turn us in? That she is, indeed, fully intending on robbing a powerful Wizard.”
“Oh, most definitely.”
“How?” Draco sat back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. “How can you be so sure?”
Theo’s brown eyes flashed with the kind of giddiness he hadn’t seen in the man since he received his first real broomstick when they were ten. “Because,” Theo drawled and picked up Draco’s fork. “It was her idea.”
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Next 💜 Back 🖤 First
(Author Notes)
Panel 1: They observe a very impressive pumpkin being shown off by a proud halfling farmer of about the same height.
Laudna:
You could make a lot of soup with that.
Imogen:
Mm-hmm. Lotta soup.
Farmer:
nice to see young folks appreciatin’ the good things in life
Panel 2: They look at some prize-winning horses.
Laudna:
You should have entered your horse! I’m sure she would have won. Flora is far prettier than all of these ones.
Imogen:
We did use to do that. Flora even got a second-place ribbon once. Nowadays we don’t really like drawin’ attention to ourselves, though.
Panel 3: They walk around arm in arm. A traveling katari “wizard” is juggling Dancing Lights. A “mind reader” supposedly from Ank’harel is impressing people, sparking indignation from Imogen.
Imogen:
Oh, so it’s okay if he does it?
Laudna:
I don’t think he’s even from Ank’harel.
“Mind Reader”:
Ah, yes! The Three of Wands!
His Thoughts:
small-town buffoons will believe anything
Small-Town Buffoon:
well I’ll be
Panel 4: In the foreground, we see a child playing with a simple sillgoat marionette. Laudna seizes Imogen’s arm in delight.
Laudna:
Imogen! That goat! I must have one!
Imogen:
That li'l puppet? Bet we can find one around here . . .
Laudna:
For Pâté! He can ride it into battle!
Imogen:
All right, let’s go see if we can find Pâté a steed.
Panel 5: On the midway they find a section of games, including a “dragon race” with lizards which some children are eagerly observing and a Three Billy Goats Gruff-themed bottle knockdown game with the coveted goat puppets on display.
Oldest Child:
Blue! Blue!
Middle Child:
Green! Green!
Youngest Child: (looking at Laudna)
A ghost??
Carnie: (nervously)
. . . Try your luck, little lady?
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Whispered Words
Request: Can I request an aragorn x reader where the reader is a queen from a faraway land? The fellowship came to his land to ask for help and Aragorn instantly fell in love? Whatever you like to add!
A/N: Ngl, I feel like I went off the rails a bit here (still trying to get into the groove again). I tried to create and integrate a somewhat convincing land/people. And the fic is mid-war so idk how romantic it really is. Still, I hope you enjoy it!!!
Aragorn x Reader
Fem reader
No content warnings
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You sat back in your throne of twisting coral and straightened the crown of mother-of-pearl shards on your head. All the torches in the throne room were lit, the fires flickering blue and purple, and the faded banners of your country adorned the walls. The coastal guard had alerted you to intruders — a company of four — that were swiftly captured and brought to the crumbling castle.
Who would dare sail the black waters? Who would dare to venture so close to the graveyard of the Númenóreans? There was only one, you thought, who would be desperate enough, bold enough, to endeavour such a treacherous trip — the returned heir of Gondor.
The rumours had flowed to you, to your kingdom, carried by the waters of the Anduin and the creatures that inhabited it. There were stories of the encroaching shadow of Mordor, of the growing strength of the Corsairs of Umbar, even of the awakening of the Ents. For years you had hoped that the dangers would remain on the continent, but it seemed that the kingdom’s luck had run out.
You reached for your sceptre, a beautiful thing of wrought gold and pearl, and nodded at your guards to let them in.
The large wooden doors creaked open and revealed a curious array of companions — a man, an elf, a dwarf, and a wizard. The wizard you knew, one of the fabled Maiar, but the rest…
They walked forward hesitantly, eyes scanning the room, until they stood before you. They were waterlogged and bedraggled, their clothes creased, sticking to their forms, their hair hanging in stringy strands. Even the elf, so noble and graceful, stood in a dishevelled mess, and you fought a smile.
The wizard bowed first and the rest followed suit. You eyed the man, taking in his dark hair and his ripped clothing. This was the heir of Gondor? He looked like a mere Ranger, a man of the land. He raised his head and a pair of keen grey eyes pierced you.
Your breath hitched in your throat and your fingers tightened around the sceptre.
“I know why you have come,” you said.
The elf and the dwarf shared astonished looks, but the man stood straighter and said, “Then you know there is not a moment to lose. I will speak plainly if Your Highness allows.” You inclined your head and he continued. “I am Aragorn, son of Arathron, heir to the throne of Gondor. My companions — Gimli, son of Gloin, Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gandalf the White.
“We have come to request your aid against Sauron of Mordor. Your kingdom may be safe for now, removed from the continent, but it will only be a matter of time before Sauron turns his eye towards the west.”
That, you already knew. But even so, to send your creatures, your people, into battle… There was little hope in defeating the overwhelming forces of Sauron, but here, sequestered away and shrouded by a vengeful sea, your people might still yet live.
“What will you offer me in return?”
“In return?” Gimli frowned, his chest puffing. Aragorn raised a hand to silence him and the dwarf fell to quiet grumbling.
“Land,” Aragorn said. “A home, an island, close enough to the continent for trade. It is wild and empty, but the land can be worked.”
“You speak of Tolfalas,” you murmured, thinking of the rocky and lonely island in the Bay of Belfalas.
His offer was a good one. It was not an easy life for you or your people, surrounded by tumultuous seas, battered by frequent storms. The bay would be sheltered, there would be plenty of catch and the weather would be temperate enough to farm properly, and of course, there would be trade with the coastal cities. It could be a place where your people could grow and thrive.
“Our people once were allies,” you said to Aragorn. “When your ancestors’ hubris destroyed them, it nearly destroyed us too.”
“This is not hubris, Your Highness,” he said, voice firm and impassioned, stepping forward. “Hubris would be to sit here and think that your kingdom would be beyond his reach. Hubris would be to think that you alone could survive him. Together there is still a chance we might drive his forces back, but alone we would fail.”
Aragorn straightened and squared his shoulders, he lifted his chin, and there in the ghostly light of the hall, he stood, a true king.
A heat flared in your stomach.
“Very well. You have our support.”
He broke into a smile, and gone was the solemn son, the honourable heir. Instead, before you stood a man, handsome and strong, and your traitorous heart thudded in your chest.
-
Aragorn settled down in the hull of the ship, feeling each sharp rise and fall of the waves, and tried to get comfortable on the cushioned bench. Rain pelted the deck above him like a volley of arrows and the sky rumbled like a distant war drum. It was unfortunate that they had to sail back to the continent in a storm, but you had supplied them with a ship of your people, sturdy enough to withstand any tempest. He was glad that they had secured your allegiance, and he had no doubt it would be invaluable when Sauron began his assault in earnest.
He had heard and read about your kind, the Númenórean’s oldest allies, people of land and sea, shapeshifters of a sort, but to meet one, to meet you…
He thought of how you looked on your throne of dead coral, formidable and beautiful, your gaze sharp and your painted lips grim. He had seen the flicker of amusement on your face, the hint of a smile, when they stood, dripping onto the black marble floor. Such a lovely, lonely queen, the leader of a dying race, the steward of a fading land.
Were it not for the weight of war on his shoulders, he would have been convinced that he had wandered into a fairy tale. For so long all he had been concerned with was his relentless work as a Ranger, of his inescapable duty as king, and yet when he had laid eyes on you those swirling thoughts vanished. Proud, noble brow, beautiful, determined eyes, graceful, strong shoulders.
His heart had leapt from his chest and he was still yet to retrieve it.
He reached for the strange pendant around his neck and held it up to the lantern. It was an iridescent shell, gleaming purple and pink, that curved and spiralled to a point, much like a war horn. The memory of you giving it to him rose in his mind.
“It is the custom of our people,” you said with an amused smirk. “It allows us to speak across leagues of land and sea.”
“I have not heard of such a thing,” he muttered, turning the shell in his hand, running his dirty thumb over the polished surface.
You tugged a similar shell out from under your robes. “They are a matched pair.”
His heart stuttered. Was it possible that you felt the same inkling of connection as he did?
“They were originally used by lovers, but they were soon adopted for logistical arrangements,” you said and he pushed down the rising feeling in his chest. “Though,” you continued, smile growing mischievous, “the way to use them has not changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“To harken to the paired shell, one has to kiss one’s own. There is a limit to how much one may speak, but it should be sufficient for us to arrange where and where to deploy our armies.”
Aragorn twisted the shell between his fingers. It felt too intimate to press his lips to it, to speak, knowing you would be holding yours close to your cheek, listening.
“Aragorn!” Gimli called from the top of the stairs. “We are emerging from the storm.”
“I can see the continent on the horizon,” Legolas added.
Aragorn glanced down at the shell. Perhaps now would be a good time to test it. He listened for their retreating steps and, feeling foolish, brought the shell hesitantly to his lips. It was cool and smooth, and it carried the scent of the ocean. It glowed, illuminating a sphere of light around it.
“Aragorn?” Your voice was clear, but quiet, and he brought it closer to him. “Has something already gone awry?”
“No,” he chuckled, strangely relieved and soothed by the sound of your voice. “I simply wish to inform you that we have made it out of the storm. Dol Amroth is in sight.”
“That is good news. I am corralling my forces, we will soon follow behind you. The larger fleets we will send to Dol Amroth to defend against the corsairs, and our smaller army of creatures we will send up the Anduin.”
“That will do for now.”
The shell’s light pulsed and began to fade.
“We will not be able to speak for a few more hours,” you said, voice faint and thin. “Until then…”
“Until then,” he murmured but the shell’s light had already vanished.
-
It had been a gruelling three weeks. True to your word, you had deployed your armies as you had planned with Aragorn. In the Bay of Belfalas, the dark ships of Umbar were repelled by the hallowed vessels of your people, and up the Anduin swam swarths of sharp-toothed monsters to Pelargir and Osgiliath. For three weeks you had muttered into your shell, had cradled it to your ear, savouring the snatches of conversation with Aragorn.
“We are entering the Paths of the Dead soon,” he said. “I hope we will emerge with good news.”
“Be careful, Aragorn. I, too, have heard the stories of that path. The Dead will not be forgiving.”
“I do not fear them.”
“But I fear for you.”
“I promise you, we will be on our guard.”
*
“I had forgotten how enchanting the race of men can be,” you said. “Even in war they play their flutes and harps.”
“The people must take pleasure where they can.”
“When this is over, I think I shall learn.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and soothing. “Dol Amroth is known for its skillful harp players. I’m certain you will be able to find a good teacher.”
“Perhaps one day we can welcome you to Tolfalas with the sound of harps.”
He hummed, a low, pleased rumble. “I look forward to that day.”
*
“Aragorn, for Valar’s sake, please answer,” you grit out. “Word of Pelennor has reached me. Are you alive?”
There was silence, and then, a whisper, “Yes. But we have suffered greatly.”
“The sun, it has been blotted out.”
“The men are losing hope.”
“I have faith, Aragorn,” you whispered, picturing him standing in your halls, strong and noble. “I have faith in you.”
“That brings me more comfort than you know.” His voice was soft and tender, and your heart stirred. “You bring me more comfort than you know.”
*
“We are marching for the Black Gates,” he said, grim.
“You go beyond my aid. We will repel what forces we can here in the bay and along the Anduin.”
“If you do not hear from me —”
“No. We will see each other again, Aragorn.”
“We may not,” he said. “And so now I say: I am glad to have met you. I am glad that we were able to honour our ancestors’ history.”
The shell pulsed.
“Aragorn…”
And the light faded.
You had seen, had felt, the destruction of the ring, even all the way in Dol Amroth. There had been cheering in the street, tears of grief, of relief, and the Sea-ward Tower’s bell chimed in victory. Aragorn had answered you desperate calls, assuring you that he was alive, and made promises to ride down to the coastal city when his troops had settled.
You sat on the docks, dangling your bare feet into the cool water, and watched the setting sun paint the sky orange and pink. An odd look perhaps, for a dignified queen, but after the horrors and terrors, you felt that it was a necessary indulgence. You stared at your rippling reflection, wishing you could shift form and vanish into the embrace of the ocean, just for a moment. Alas, that would be too much of an indulgence; you needed to be available should any matter arise.
You thought of Aragorn, of his steely grey eyes, his peppered beard, his toothy grin, and your heart fluttered. Who would have thought that a descendant of the Númenor would stir your heart so? Or perhaps it was not so much of a surprise, given the blood that ran through both your veins.
Aragorn’s voice rang out, calling your name, and you fumbled for your pendant.
“Are you on your way? Shall I inform the Prince of your arrival?”
He chuckled, sounding clearer and closer than he had in weeks. “I am already here.”
You whipped around and he stood a few paces from you. You rose to your feet, taking in his eyes, soft and silver in the evening light, and his lips, cracked but smiling. He was unarmoured, but dressed in his kingly robes of black and silver. You swallowed, suddenly conscious of your damp robes and bare feet, flush rising in your cheeks.
Valar, what had come over you? You were a queen of your own right.
“I wish you would have told me of your impending arrival. I would have sent word to the princes to prepare the city to welcome you.”
He waved his hand. “There is no need for such things.”
“You are a king.”
“I did not come as a king.”
His gaze was sure and full of meaning. He stepped closer and the breeze carried his scent of cedar and pipeweed to you. He was so much larger up close, broad and imposing, but also so much more charming. You ran your eyes over his face, the lines on his forehead, the creases at the corners of his eyes, his slightly unruly beard. Yes, underneath it all, still a man.
“I did not come for them, the people of the city,” he muttered. “I came for you.”
“Aragorn…”
He reached for your hand, and when you did not move away, he wrapped his fingers around yours. “Do not tell me you do not feel this also. I have heard the change in how you say my name.”
Your heart swooped, but you shook your head. “I have my people to care for, a home to build.”
“As do I. We need not make any formal promises as of yet.” He squeezed your hand. “I only ask that we continue to speak as we have these last few weeks. I do not wish to go a day without hearing your voice.”
You nodded slowly and he brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, a smile breaking over his face. “How long do you have before you must return?”
“A day or two.”
You hummed, gripping his hand tighter, and faced the sun. The air was crisp and clear and the rays warmed your skin. There was laughter from the homes and music in the streets. The Sea-ward Tower’s bell rang out, loud and joyous. Aragorn glanced at you, smiling, and you grinned.
“Then let us enjoy this peace for a moment longer.”
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Aragorn is so grim and broody sometimes I find it so hard to write him, to show passion and feeling in a way that's not out of character. I hope he didn't come off as too flat here.
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𝔸 𝕎𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕪.
𝐼𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎
Name: Hiwaga Copper
( hiwaga meaning: magic or mystery)
Nickname: Hiwa, Waga, Higawa, Chicken, Coward
Birth date: June 29, 1997
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Ethnicity: Half- American, Half- Filipino
Alignment: ...Neutral Evil
𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒
Always gets confused as a girl who wears red in slytherin
Height: 160 cm (year 1-2) to 175 cm (year 5)
Weight: 60 kg
Eyes: Reddish Brown with a hint of Blue ( his eyes glows to blue when casting heavy magic/curse)
Hair: Originally Black dyed in Red, the black hair starts to grow in time, Long Hair in a Half bun (standard look)
Skin Tone: Tan
Body Modifications: he looks thin, short at first and has long hair making him look like he has a body of a girl
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝑒
A wizard who barely seen using magic. well there is a reason for that
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
1st Wand: Unyielding 9 in. Cypress Wood with Unicorn
Tail Hair Core
2nd Wand: ??
Quidditch Position: Seeker
Club: Dance and Garden Club
Boggart Form: Clown
Riddikulus Form: Clown suffering with pranks ( the suffering gives him joy for some reason pls forgive him)
Amortentia: Cranberry
Patronus: Swarm of Butterflies
Patronus Memory: Her Mother and Father dancing
Favorite Spells: Concealment Charms
Least Favorite: Dark Magic, Charms, mostly everything ( he dislike magic)
Misc Magical Abilities: Legilimency and Retrocognition
𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎
He appears to be weak, coward and harmless, but don't be fooled. He is a slytherin for a reason
Bad traits: Distrustful, Mischievous, Deceptive, Liar, Secretive, Observant, Agent of Chaos, Manipulative, Overthinks too much (when it comes to people he cares getting hurt)
Good traits: Helpful, Hardworking, Approachable, Cautious, Skilled at reading people and understanding their vulnerabilities
Hobbies: Gardening, Dancing, Photography, Cross dressing
Likes:Gardening, Sweets, Family, Dancing, Chaos in Hogwarts, Photography, Muggle way to do things, Privacy, Tricking Others
Dislikes: His magic, Witches and Wizards, Duels, Being Surprised, Emotionally Attached,Bad luck, Preying on his secrets, Transportation
Relationships
Family:
Father: Ben Copper
He has a love-hate relationship with his father for he is always away most of his childhood due to working abroad. Ben kept it a secret that his work is related to magic making Hiwaga not learn that wizarding world exist until his magic awakened. One of the reason Hiwaga has bad first impression of magic
Mother: ???
Some Muggle lady. He loves his mother so much that he despises others prying about the details of her mother. He is scared of the idea of what would the evil witch/wizard would do to her once they know her. Did I mention Hiwaga overthinks too much?
Little Brother: Lua Copper
Hiwaga also keeps it a secret that he has a little Brother. He doesn't have any magic and is a muggle. Lua was a toddler when Hiwaga enrolled in Hogwarts. But some of his friends knew when they visited to his house. He has no control on this one because it was his mother who invited them and yet the friends still don't know the name of Hiwaga's mother lol.
Companions:
Not sure to use the term "friends" because Hiwaga is just using them... at first
Cassandra
It was Cassandra who Hiwaga first met at hogwarts instead of Ivy. At first he even become one of Cassandra's sorta henchman with the Frey twins. Hiwaga seems like a pushover where Cassandra keeps ordering him around but Hiwaga is actually the one using her as a shield when something bad happens and to make him look weak and harmless by others, which is a success. Though they bond with their interest in plants.
Frey twins
The Frey twins dislike Hiwaga being one that Cassandra trust because they thought of him as weak, coward and probably useless. Thanks to this, Hiwaga find them easy to control to create chaos and the twins are easy to blame for it. But he keeps in good terms with them for this
Ivy and Daniel
Hiwaga started with the group of Cassandra and after he helped on finding ivy, he started to hang out with Ivy and Daniel and become his "friends". Hiwaga is interested of the two's secret and wanted to get involved with it. Also he felt that he can use the two for potions and charms and perhaps in searching of their secrets, he will discover something related to his secret as well. The longer Hiwaga spends more time with them, his negative perspective of witch and wizards changes.
Robin and Kevin
Hiwaga finds it fun and interesting of the two's relationship. Despite Hiwaga disliking the idea of romance on himself, he is very invested to the slow progress of the romance of the two and sometimes, he secretly creates a scenario for the two to have a progress on their relationship.
Amber Khanna and Duncan Snyde ( My HPMA OC )
persistent people who thinks knows Hiwaga's secret and they probably could help him. But Hiwaga doesnt trust them at first and is being stubborn by letting them clean up his evil doings.
Others
💥Troublemaker Buddies : Thomas (@tojiriki ), Rowan Lee (@raccoon-lair )
🤔Friends with Suspiciousness: Ryan Winger (@mina1007 ), Carlyn Jade Khanna (@krinkitori )
🧑🤝🧑Probably half sibling : Rowan Cahill (@redhairedgryffindor )
🫂Can't-afford-to-get-them-involved-in- his- trouble Friends: Nadia Winger(probably theres more) ( @mina1007 ), Lucy Davis (@/chessy.ev), Brian Haywood ( @catohphm ), Asha Khanna (@krinkitori ), Simona Aaron ( @/hohoyayaeiei)
<< Hiwaga is still open to form new relationship with other OCs, it can be good😇 or evil 😈>>
More info/ Background (?)
His magic awakened experience went horrible that leads to cursing himself and his mother. As a kid who doesnt know magic at first, he blames himself so much that after he learns about magic from his dad, he become scared of it. But he turn his scared to hatred of magic when he enrolled in hogwarts.
His magic most of the time is destructive that sometimes hurt others unintentionally in a way he doesn't like and he find it difficult to control it except if his intention is to hurt them.
He dislike witch and wizards for they can use magic that benefited them and yet hide it from the muggles. He finds it selfish and doesn't trust them
He didn't plan to enroll at hogwarts at first, but he started seeing vision of the past. A memory that seems to not exist but can help him to stop the curse he put to himself and to his mother.
His dislike of wizarding world makes him find joy to see it in chaos.
Though in time with spending more with other witches and wizards, he will change his perspective and sees his evil act should be minimized so it won't affect to people he slowly cares about.
When he cursed himself, some of his hair turned into blue. To avoid remembering it, he dyed his hair red and wore a glasses.
He always got candies in his pockets
He likes helping or assisting others. It is his way to observe people or to gather information
Hiwaga's love for dancing is influenced when he saw his parents dancing in their living room when he was young
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This will still be updated soon but for now thats all for him
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#hpma#magic awakened#harry potter magic awakened#hpma fanart#hpma oc#hpma original character#hpma mc#magic awakened fanart#slytherin#hp magic awakened#hiwaga copper
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A friendly wizard and style reference.
Midjourney has just released both the version 6 of its niji anime engine and the first version of its "style reference" tool.
Functionally this is a variation of the image prompting system (explained here), in which breaks a submitted image down into the 'token language' the AI uses internally and uses that as a supplement to a text prompt. "Style Reference" (or 'sref') lets you do this with up to three images, only with only the tokens associated with 'style' being drawn upon.
This is not to be confused with style transfer, a much older and very different AI art process.
But what is a style in this context? And how does it affect generation?
Prompt: a blue axolotl-anthro wizard in a red-and-yellow swirl-pattern robe, holding a sheleighleigh made of purple wood and a potion full of glowing green energy drink. A blue-and-green ladybug familiar stands near his feet, white background, fullbody image
Settings: --niji 6, --style raw --s 50 --seed 1762468963
Here, I've tested the same seed and prompt with a number of reference images.
My semiorganized ramblings under the fold
The first thing I note is that style reference affects the gen so much that same-seed/different style ref comparisons are kind of pointless. Way too much of pose, composition and content changes for it to matter, so for future style ref tests, I'm probably going to drop the seeds.
The second thing I note is that there are certain limitations. You need to change up your prompt for things like photography, and the system interprets styles using its own criteria, not ours. If image prompting misinterprets something, so will style ref, but perhaps not in the same way.
This is notable for the one prompted with a scan from the Nuremberg Chronicle (first row). It recognizes that its a woodcut and emulates that general vibe nicely, but MJ is highly tuned for aesthetics, and emulating real world jank and clumsiness is a weak area. This is literally the first printed (european at least) book with illustrations. Every example thereafter is building on that skillset, so the dataset for woodcuts is going to be largely of a higher apparent quality.
In short, with Midjourney, additional prompt work is needed to replicate the look of early jank or intentionally 'ugly' art styles, and even as recent as v6 I've had no luck with things like midcentury Hanna-Barbereesque cheap TV animation styles or shitty 1990s CGI.
Style reference can help, I've gotten some pretty good cheap 80s-90s TV animation looking stuff from v6 niji and style ref in my early tests:
Color observations: Absent specific requests in the prompt, SREF will stick pretty close to the palette and lighting conditions of the referenced image. With such instructions, you get blending, so the one referencing the okapi fakemon (second row from bottom), for instance, has a lot of colors the reference image doesn't have, but they're in similar in vibrancy and saturation.
One limitation, however, is it doesn't apply to the aspects of the gen that come from any image prompts, so it will always blend the style of the style reference with the style aspects inherited from the image prompt, and that is very strong compared to the style ref.
Using the dog as the image prompt, and the TFTM reformatting as the style prompt, and the text prompt: "a cute older yorkie dog sitting on a bedspread", we get the image on the left. Dropping the image prompt weight to .25 gets us the center option, and removing the image prompt entirely produces the one on the right.
I expect this will be patched eventually, or general image prompting may fall out of favor compared to a combination of style ref and the upcoming character reference option, which will be the same thing, but will only reference the tokens associated with the character in the reference image. Depending on how that works that will have a lot of uses.
Stay tuned for more experiments. There's some good potential for freaky, unexplored aesthetics with combinations of multiple style refs and text prompts.
#ai artwork#style reference#midjourney v6#nijijourney v6#generative art#axolotol#wizard#prompt testing#ai experiments
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[Rise and Shine] - Owen SSR Card Story Translation
Ft. Chloe and Akira
Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 1
[Castle of Tears]
Chloe: Hm, maybe I should hang the ribbons here… Or would the flowers look better.
Akira: I think that looks great! The light purple of the lavender goes really well with the carpeting.
That day, the Sage’s Wizards were undertaking a mission at the Castle of Tears.
Chloe and I were decorating the hall in preparation for the Ceremony of Blessings and Gratitude when a figure suddenly appeared before us.
Owen: Ugh, what a drag…
Akira: Owen.
Chloe: Oh Owen! Do you wanna join us?
Owen: In doing what?
Chloe: Decorating the castle of course! The ceremony is tomorrow, isn’t it?
Chloe: The Master Sage and I wanted to help out any way we could, even without magic.
Owen: What a waste of time. Why do all this when I could single-handedly bless this castle right now?
Owen: Take a look and see. <<Quare Morito>>
As Owen casually uttered his spell, a heavy gloom fell upon us.
[Screen fills with miasma]
An eerie chill crept up our spines as the world rapidly bleached of color.
Akira: Huh!? All the lavender is withering up…!
Chloe: Y- You’re right! And the carpet is melting into black sludge…
Chloe: Um, Owen? Are you sure this is a blessing!?
Owen: To me it is.
Owen: I wonder how that slumbering beast will feel waking up to this.
Akira: Probably not very happy…
Chloe: In any case, we need to turn things back! <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!
Chloe: Oh, nothing changed…
Chloe: But we gotta do something or the walls are next! One more time…
Owen: Ahaha! Do you really think you stand a chance against my magic?
Owen: <<Cur Memini>>
[Miasma disappears]
Akira: Ah…
Chloe: Everything’s back to normal… What a relief.
Owen: It was always normal. The Master Sage aside, you couldn’t see through such a simple illusion?
Chloe: An illusion…? You mean all that withering and sludge stuff was fake?
Akira: I completely fell for it… It all seemed so real.
Owen: Hehe. Of course it did.
Chloe: Owen…
Owen: Aww, did I make you mad? Are you going to cry? Rage over how pathetically weak you are?
Chloe: Not at all! I was actually struck by how amazing you are!
Owen: What.
Chloe: I was totally convinced the castle was crumbling to pieces. It was terrifying!
Chloe: You’re so good at everything, Owen. I bet if you really blessed this castle, you could put that witch to rest for the next few centuries!
Owen: Hmph… As if I’d do something like that. I only care for torment and chaos.
Owen: What good is attending a ceremony when I could be spreading curses and misfortune?
Chloe: Ok, but don’t you ever get in a party mood?
Chloe: Like, you wanna get all dressed up and wear cute accessories for a special occasion?
Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 2
Owen: What are you going on about… How annoying.
Akira: (Is Chloe trying to convince Owen to join tomorrow’s ceremony…?)
Akira: (Actually, knowing him, he probably just wants to play dress-up, but this could be my chance…!)
Akira: Yeah, there’s nothing like looking your best! It really makes you want to get out there and put some good in the world.
Chloe: Right!? You already look great in that outfit, but what if we made you look even better?
Owen: …Hmph.
Owen: Fine, you can try your luck, but I doubt you’ll change my mind.
Owen: I’ve nothing better to do anyways.
Akira & Chloe: Hooray!
Chloe: Alrighty then… <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!
As Chloe cast his spell, an assortment of accessories appeared out of thin air including golden buttons, ribbons, red and blue brooches, and lace.
Chloe: Okay, what do you think of this ribbon? The color is so chic right, and it’d be just perfect on you.
Akira: Oh, what about these fake nails? Your hands are really pretty after all.
Owen: I like this one. Its color reminds me of festering meat. And that one looks like a melted eyeball.
Crossing his legs, Owen sat down between us in the hall as we fired suggestions at him.
Although he acted bored, yawning and waving his hand at us from time to time, he didn’t seem to mind our attention at all.
Owen: Now I’m feeling a bit hungry. You don’t happen to have any edible accessories, do you?
Chloe: E- Edible…? I- I don’t think so…
Owen: Must I do everything myself? <<Cur Memini>>
As Owen cast his spell, an assortment of buttons, ribbons, and brooches appeared in our hands.
Chloe: These are gorgeous… Not to mention, they smell really good too, like candy.
Owen: These are sweets I made myself using magic.
Owen: If you’re curious, why not take a little bite? I can’t guarantee you’ll leave with your teeth intact though.
Unconsciously, Chloe and I made eye contact.
With the sugary scent of the accessories enticing our senses, the two of us cautiously lifted one and took a bite.
Chloe: …! This is a cookie!
Chloe: It’s so sweet and delicious… Oh, and this ribbon is made of chocolate!
Akira: You’re right! This brooch tastes just like a madeleine…!
Owen: Hehe. Of course they do; I made them after all. If you’re interested, then you’re more than welcome to keep taking some.
Owen: Why not try this corsage and ring too?
Akira: Wow, really?
Owen: Really. If I can get on your good sides, I’ll be able to eat sweets whenever I want.
Chloe: Wow wow wow! This is incredible! I can’t believe you’re sharing these with us…
Chloe: Hey, can I show the others too?
Owen: Be my guest. They’re yours after all.
Chloe: Yippee! I’ll be back in a jiffy then!
And with that, Chloe happily took off.
Then, I felt a hand reach from behind me, grazing my neck.
Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 3
Akira: …!?
Lightly touching the base of my throat, Owen plucked the brooch off my collar.
Owen: What’s wrong? Did you think I’d chop your head off?
Akira: Ah um… N- no. You just startled me, that’s all…
Biting into the brooch, Owen slid his gaze towards me.
It was impossible to tell what lay beneath his expression. However, his eyes seemed to hold a twinkle of delight which inadvertently calmed me down.
Akira: (...That’s good. It seems like Owen’s in a better mood now.)
Akira: (Maybe he really was bored earlier and that’s why he went along with us…)
Owen: Don’t get me wrong. This whole ceremony thing is still a pain.
Akira: Huh!? D- Did I say that out loud…?
Owen: You’re like an open book, but it seems you still can’t read me at all.
Owen: How simple-minded do you think I am? Did you really think you could change my mind so easily?
Akira: T- That wasn’t my intention…!
Owen: Is that so? Then why don’t you eat this for me?
Suddenly, Owen thrusted a candy ribbon at me.
Pressing it against my lips, he gave me no chance to protest before forcing it in.
Akira: Mmphf…!
Akira: Mm… It’s delicious… Like candy…
Owen: Haha... Just as I thought. You really don’t get me at all.
Akira: Huh…?
Owen: Did you actually think I’d go through the trouble of making all these sweets to share with you?
Owen: On the contrary, I simply cast a little spell that turns things into sweets for just a moment. I’m sure it’ll break any minute now and all those pretty accessories will revert back in the pits of your stomach.
Owen: I wonder… Will your teeth and tongue be alright?
With a look that seemed to pierce right through me, Owen ripped another button off my clothes.
As he bit into the gold-green metal with a crunch, my face paled.
Akira: Y- You’re joking… right?
Owen: I suppose you’ll find out soon enough. I’ll be fine, but I wonder how a human or a weaker wizard would fare.
Akira: Oh no…! I have to let Chloe know…!
Owen: I’d worry for yourself first and foremost.
His mocking laughter drew me in as he dangled a sweet smelling bracelet before me.
Owen: Take another for the road. I’m sure you’ll like this one too.
Akira: N- no, I’m good! I’m already full after all…!
Owen: Aw, don’t be shy. Until this spell breaks, why don’t you enjoy some sweet, sweet candy with me?
Owen: That way, I’ll get to see the look on your face when your stomach finally bursts.
Remember the Taste - Card Episode
[Courtyard]
Akira: Owen? What are you doing in the courtyard?
Owen: Searching for things to turn into sweets.
Akira: You're... what?
Akira: (Oh right. Owen did turn all those accessories into sweets the other day...)
Owen: Hehe, so you remembered? The two of you looked oh so happy, clamoring on and on about how delicious they were.
Owen: Gnawing away at buttons and brooches without a care in the world.
Akira: The cookies and chocolates were really great...
Akira: Although having to worry about whether or not they'd revert back to metal and thread... not so much.
Owen: That was the best part. Seeing your fear and panic was absolutely hilarious.
Owen: Perhaps I should create a second course, although this time, I'll have them revert back as you're eating them.
Akira: Huh!?
Owen: I wonder what I should use. Bitter herbs? Sour fruit perhaps?
Owen: Maybe I'll mix them up in a batch of sweets just for you and Chloe.
Akira: I- I think we'd be more than happy with a regular old pastry...
Home Screen Voice Line
“Hey, were you foolishly hoping for a gift from me? I wonder, what have you given me? What have you done for me? Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind? Depending on your answer, I might just consider it.”
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Wait I want to rewrite Sage’s backstory already.
It all starts with Sage’s mother Ana Tavreen.
The Tavreens were struggling nobles from the city of Waterdeep and were deeply indebted to the Graye family. To free themselves of their debt, the Tavreens promised their eldest daughter to the Graye’s eldest son, Octavian. Ana wanted to refuse the marriage, she wanted to marry for love, but she also wanted to help her family. She agreed and entered the loveless marriage.
Years go by and Ana is unable to conceive an heir. It is no secret that Octavian has taken many lovers during their marriage and she fears he is seeking an heir elsewhere. Conveniently she meets him.
He says the right things, it’s as if she has known him for years. She falls in love quickly. He tells her he can solve her problems, he can give her everything she desires. She agrees, and signs her soul away.
She becomes pregnant, and her mysterious suitor disappears. She tells Octavian they will finally have an heir, she saved her family.
Until the baby is born with blue skin, horns, a tail, and obsidian eyes. A tiefling.
The man Ana laid with was a Cambion, a half devil half mortal being. Normally they can’t reproduce with humans, but a human with tiefling ancestry can potentially produce a child. Ana’s family has infernal blood. Octavian was furious, but they had no other option. Clearly something was incompatible with them and they couldn’t have a child.
Using his connections, Octavian had a wizard create a glamour charmed amulet to disguise Sage. While they wore the amulet they would appear human. Because of the risks of the glamour fading and others discovering Sage’s true identity, they restricted Sage’s access to the rest of the world. They were to be homeschooled by a private tutor, they weren’t permitted to have friends, and they were only allowed brief appearances at parties. Octavian made excuses saying Sage was sickly and needed bed rest.
Sage’s mother loved them. She told them stories of faraway places and daring adventurers. Ana longed for Sage to live a normal life.
When Sage was 13, Ana gave birth to a baby girl named Juniper. She was human. Octavian called her perfect.
Sage snuck out of the house while everyone was celebrating the birth of Juniper. Sage ran until they reached the pier. Tears poured down their face and they couldn’t stop from crying out. Their mother would be busy with the baby now. Their father never looked at them. They would be alone. They looked at the glamour charm around their neck and almost ripped it off, but their hand stilled. They couldn’t risk exposing themself and ruining their family’s reputation. They turned around and planned to return before anyone noticed they were missing until a voice called out. A boy, a few years older than Sage, asked if they were okay. In his hands was a small ball of light, he was a magic user. Sage quickly stuffed their glamour charm in their shirt as they walked over to him. The light reflected in his soft brown eyes, Sage blushed. He asked if they knew any magic, and if they wanted to learn.
Months turned into years and Sage continued to sneak out to meet the boy by the docks. It turned out that Sage was quite proficient at channeling the weave. Sage still hadn’t revealed their true identity to their friend, but they wanted to. They had developed feelings for him and they wanted to be honest with him.
One night he told Sage he had something to tell them. He was leaving Waterdeep and going to a school to deepen his understanding of magic. He took Sage’s hand and told them to join him. Sage had told him how strict their parents were, but he insisted they would understand. Before Sage left to go home, the boy kissed their cheek and wished them good luck. Sage decided to tell him their secret tomorrow. Tomorrow would be different.
Sage’s father was furious. He couldn’t believe Sage would risk their family’s reputation for learning silly parlor tricks. He locked them in their room and forbade them from using any more magic. He especially didn’t want them sneaking out anymore so he assigned a butler to watch over their door.
Once the seasons changed, Sage knew their friend had left Waterdeep long ago. They never got to say goodbye. They never told him their true identity.
On Juniper’s 5th birthday they had a big celebration. It was a stormy night and Sage was permitted to mingle (it would’ve been odd not to have the eldest Graye child celebrate their younger sibling’s fifth birthday after all). Sage was glued to the walls the entire evening, only their mother gave them any company.
It was towards the end of the night when guests were thanking Ana and Octavian for the invitation when Sage overheard it. A woman around their mother’s age talking to their father. She mentioned her son, and his name was all too familiar. It was their friend from the docks. This was his mother! Sage perked up and approached the woman, Sage’s father was furious they interrupted the conversation. Sage asked her how their friend was doing and his mother realized who they were.
“It was a shame that you weren’t able to attend with him, he didn’t say why but he seemed real torn up about it.”
Something in Sage snapped, their heart hurt. They couldn’t stop themselves from crying. Their father grabbed their arm and demanded they pull themself together but Sage couldn’t hear him. Energy crackled around them, it was as if the weave itself was reacting to Sage’s emotions. They tore their arm away from their father and a jolt of electricity burst from them. Sage’s amulet shattered from the sudden release of energy and the glamour faded, their form shimmered and their horns and tail materialized. Soft gasps were heard around the parlor as Octavian held his arm, smoking from the lightning. He demanded they leave, and Sage’s mother begged them to stay. Sage ran off into the stormy night, away from Waterdeep, never to return.
Years later after being kidnapped by mind flayers and infected with a tadpole, Sage pulls a quick witted wizard out of a magical stone. A wizard that hails from Waterdeep, and has suspiciously familiar brown eyes.
#let’s play guess who sage’s biological dad is!#also yes Gale is Sage’s childhood friend#I just think childhood friends to lovers is sweet#tav#tav x gale#gale x tav#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate oc#baldur’s gate 3#baldur’s gate#Sage tavreen#OC#dnd
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✨2023 writing round-up✨
Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.
2023 saw me writing a lot of unexpected and new things! It's been a unique year in the Hippoverse to say the least. Going to highlight some of my favs as well as things that never made it to AO3 💖 Putting it all under the cut to save your dash 😘
January
you spoke to me so sweetly | 2.6k | E (Twylexis)
aka the fic I wrote before shit got real
Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again.
Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be.
“Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”
tumblr prompt fill for but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day featuring David and Stevie -
Stevie turns her head and he’s very uninterested in the look on her face, what it might mean. He’s only seen it once before - in the low light of her messy apartment - which is why he’s positive she’s about to drop a bomb on him. Something that preemptively makes his insides twist. It’s too much for getting high and laying out on the roof of the high school.
March
all in the Jee-tails | 4.5k | T (Buddie)
Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.
Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones. For only putting in minimal effort during Family & Consumer Sciences, he’s impressed with his handiwork. He eases his foot off the pedal and snips the thread, freeing his creation so he can try it on.
Ever since Jee watched Sleeping Beauty and Shrek for the first time she’s become obsessed with all things fantasy. Much to Maddie, Chim and Eddie’s amusement, Buck couldn’t help himself from buying her a sparkly dress (or three), as well as a tiara fit for pint-sized royalty.
Of course, once she had her clothes to play dress up, she needed a fearsome beast to battle. And, well, how was Buck supposed to be an effective dragon without his own wings?
OR There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece.
NGL I absolutely adore this one. I had a blast writing it and assigning roles to the Han-Buckley-Diaz family.
I'm reaching for you, terrified | Buddie tumblr post
I’m leaving the 118.
Buck has had his oxygen tank run out, he’s been caught in more natural disasters than he’d prefer, and trapped under a ladder truck. Among other things. Those agonizing memories pale in comparison to what he feels now, hearing Eddie’s announcement. He’s a mix of breathless and numb and tingling pinpricks dancing over his skin. Of too much and not enough and loss.
May
I know all your secrets | 4.6k | E (David/Patrick)
A fic I originally published in 2022 but added a much needed chapter to
Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.”
“So we do,” David purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.”
Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?”
or the AU where Agents Brewer and Rose are rival spies who can't seem to stay away from each other
June
the only thing that matters now (is everything) | 882 | G (Twylexis)
aka the fic I wrote after shit got real
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often.
Beyond the sliver of moonlight spilling through the window, painting an ethereal line across the carpet and over the blankets, she doesn’t know what time it is. Only that it’s still night, and dawn could be minutes or hours away. Patrick, with all his lil’ nature skills, would probably know without having to look at a clock. She’ll have to ask next time they talk.
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A future fic that leaves Alexis pondering life put on hold by the unexpected
October
A lil teen Eddie sneaking out to look at the stars tumblr post
November
if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) | 3.2k | T Buddie
a foray into angsty writing
Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby. They are too intertwined. Had become too embedded in each other’s lives before- well, before everything. Before death doulas and school projects, lightning strikes and gunshots, poker games and treasure hunts. Long before Christopher graduated high school, Bobby retired and Hen became captain, and Buck… disappeared.
One day he and Buck were moving Christopher into his dorm room, laughing and making plans to send care packages from themselves and Tía Pepa. And the next Eddie felt like he was reliving I need some time too all over again.
OR After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.
stay here honey (i don't wanna share) | 1.8k | E Lutalia
baby's first Lutalia fic!
This – laying around cuddling after sex – isn’t their usual arrangement. Not like they have a usual arrangement. The only constant is one of them needing to blow off some steam and sending a text that sometimes only consists of a question mark. Then they fuck wherever is most convenient, whether that’s a car, motel room or, on at least one occasion, Nat’s office. Once in a while, like tonight, they both have the time and coordination to meet at one of their apartments, although it’s a scenario they tend to use infrequently for the purposes of keeping things casual.
OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift
December
Buddie-ish prompt fill for @steadfastsaturnsrings - Eddie doesn’t remember hanging up the phone, or locking the door. He doesn’t remember grabbing the baseball bat that he keeps under his bed in case someone breaks in. Or where his reign of terror began. He supposes he swung for the first thing within reach and didn’t stop until there was nothing left his brain recognized as destructible.
Buddie prompt fill for @statueinthestone (also added to the WIP pile to explore later) - Buck doesn’t remember exactly when the dreams started, just that it was sometime during his 1.0 phase. Like his subconscious realized before he did that sleeping around wasn’t cutting it. That he craved something deeper and more complex than purely physical relationships.
Fellow Travelers prompt fill for @vanillahigh00 - The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie.
Miscellaneous (edits and other things)
shall i write it in a letter? - Buckley-Diaz Family edit
And there's this boy... Buddie edit
Offering original poem
Adulting Gold Stars (part 2)
Poker Date Buddie edit
Now & Then Buddie edit
TG:M Buddie edit (is it the most amazing thing ever? not particularly but it was my first so you get it too)
London Boy Oliver edit
tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @thekristen999 @wikiangela
no pressure tagging mi amor @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @elvensorceress @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @apothecarose @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @jesuisici33 @statueinthestone @pirrusstuff @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @jamespearce9-1-1 @vanillahigh00 @malewifediaz @chaosandwolves @heartshapedvows @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @honestlydarkprincess @giddyupbuck @eowon @spagheddiediaz @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @lemonzestywrites and of course anyone else who wants to share
#i uh did a lot this year#and this isn't even everything#pretty damn proud of myself actually#2023 writing round up#hippo writes#hippo makes things#twylexis fic#lutalia fic#buddie fic#buddieedit#buckley diaz family
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Hii I hope you’re doing well!! I binged read all your Sebastian Sallow fics and they’re some of my favorites 😭💜 I was wondering if you could write something with a modern Sebastian x f!reader where Gildroy Lockhart is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and reader is swooning over him in class like everyone else and Sebastian is just ‘what does she see in this idiot’ >:( If that’s not enough to write something with, totally disregard this. Thank you!! 💖
so sorry for the super late reply! i had the story in mind for a while, but i just haven't had the chance to post it. enjoy a jealous sebastian sallow fic ;)
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"Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," the ginger-haired man clad in a golden cloak descended the stairs, flashing his pearly whites, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly Charming Smiles."
Sebastian Sallow swore if he rolled his eyes harder, they would most definitely pop off from his face. The sound of students swooning echoed across the room, while several students, including Sebastian, physically cringed at the pompous wizard. Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favorite subject, but this particular teacher had absolutely destroyed his will to study for the rest of the year already. The walls that were decorated with different moving photographs and paintings of dangerous creatures now adorned with Lockhart's faces, paintings of the man sitting, standing, and some questionable positions. As Lockhart kept on rambling about his sterling background, Sebastian leaned in to you, ready to whisper a funny insult about the new teacher. Yet to his horror, you saw your eyes locked into the man, mouth agape as you craddle your face in your hands. You let out a small giggle when Lockhart made a stupid joke about some dangerous group of dark wizard that he defeated a while back. Sebastian widened his eyes and retracted his body, letting out a low groan. Surely this is a dream, right? Sebastian thought, Y/N would never fall for this clown.
The Slytherin student lightly slapped his own cheek, prompting the whole class to stare at the boy. "Ah!" Lockhart exclaimed, brows furrowing as he scanned the scroll listing the names of sixth-year students, "Sebastian Swallow, is it?"
Sebastian felt his brows twitched, "It's Sallow, sir." he muttered in annoyance. He heard a chuckle from his side, red tint quickly spread across his freckled face. Being humiliated in front of the class, and the girl that he has been crushing were definitely not on Sebastian's to-do list that day.
"Mr. Sallow, would you like to show the class how to properly duel using the Depulso charm?"
"I don't mind that." Sebastian shrugged. At least he could salvage whatever dignity he had left, knowing well that he excelled in dueling.
As the students stood up to clear the classroom, Sebastian felt a gentle tug on his robe. You flashed the boy a huge smile and a thumb up, "Good luck, I know you can do it!"
Just with that, butterflies flew all over Sebastian's stomach, and he felt his heart was going to explode. He walked over to the long blue carpet, positioning himself in the opposite position from the teacher. With a swish of Lockhart's wand, the floor lifted up. Lockhart fired the first attack, red lights flew from his wand. "Protego!" Sebastian casted, creating a blue barrier that deflected the teacher's casts. "Depulso!" Sebastian replied, pushing Lockhart back. "Ah, I found a talent, but not as good as I!" Lockhart arrogantly claimed, "Shall we continue?"
At this point, you could see visible veins popping on Sebastian's temple. "Confringo!" Fire erupted from his wand, accidentally burning a small patch of Lockhart's blindingly golden cloak. The whole class erupted in a collective gasp as Lockhart frantically cast Glacius to extinguish the fire, leaving a smokey hole in the cloth. "Not too worry, class, a simple spell will fix this," The teacher grinned again, annoyance prevailing in his voice, "Mr. Sallow, that is a dangerous spell and should not be practiced in the school grounds. I'm reducing ten points from Slytherin and detention after classes today. Class dismissed!"
A bunch of students crowded Lockhart, questioning if the man was alright - a few students even shot Sebastian a disgusted look, which the brunette replied with a shrug. Gentle footsteps approached Sebastian, "Are you alright?" you asked, "That was eventful."
"Yes, and I think he deserved to be knocked down a peg or two."
"Well, I don't think he deserved to be burned, Sebastian," you sighed, "now we can't go to Hogsmead after classes..."
Sebastian mentally facepalmed, totally forgetting that he had promised to accompany you to get a book for Potions class, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll promise we'll go tomorrow?"
You tapped your chin, pretending to think about the offer before nodding, "Deal. But you owe me a pumpkin pasty."
"Deal."
Detention was as boring as it could be. Seated between four other students, one of them being Garreth Weasley, who apparently created a massive stink bomb in Snape's Potions class. The Gryffindor boy gestured the red mark on his nape, mouthing about how Professor Snape hit him with a book in the very spot. Sebastian snorted before diving back into his essay, a 1,500-word essay about the dangers of fire-based spells.
It took Sebastian about two hours to finish the task. He quickly handed the poorly-written essay to Lockhart, who took the parchment as the two exchanged forced smiles.
As Sebastian opened the door to the hallway, he was taken aback to see a familiar figure, "Y/N..." he called your name, face red as ever, "What are you doing here?"
You shuffled closer to him, offering him your sling bag. "I sneaked some sandwiches for you. 'Bet you're starving for missing dinner."
"I'm not-" A faint sound of rumbling could be heard from the boy's stomach, "thank you, I really appreciate it."
"Tell me why you almost murdered Lockhart earlier?"
Sebastian sighed, his voice low, almost inaudible, "He just annoys me! I don't get what people see in him, he's pompous, proud, and barely teaches any knowledge about the dark arts!" he looked away, "... and I don't like the way you look at him."
Your face turned bright red, matching Sebastian's. You erupted in laughter, "Sebastian, I just find him funny." your legs shifted as you looked away in embarrassment, "Plus, I'm here waiting for you anyway, not him."
You felt Sebastian's arms wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in a tight hug, burying his face by the back of your neck. You both stayed still, enjoying each other's warmth. You tiptoed and whispered into his ear, "Jealous, much?"
Sebastian's warm breath tickled your cheek as he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm sorry." His face was just inches away from yours, deep brown eyes gazed on your lips. As you both were slowly closing the gap in between, the classroom door abruptly opened, prompting the two students to break apart.
"For the sake of Merlin's saggy balls, you two better get a room!" Garreth Weasly grimaced as he walked past, shooting a meaningful wink at Sebastian.
#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x f!reader#sebastian#hl#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow fanfic#hehehe i lub jealous bois
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such a good episode of burrow's end. the progressive leveling of the battle? the swing of luck from the dice gods? the family being terrifying and yet having moments of pure kindness and feeling? so good. the undying reality of the first stoats and now ava and tula! phenomenal work, phenomenal worldbuilding, incredible. watching erika leave and come back to the dome? indescribable. also i called the stoats doing some genetic fuckery. the wolf, deeply saddening and also terrifying.
this feels like it has the tension and permadeath potential of acoc/trw as well as the family drama. roguish twins who've had their first real exposure to the dangers of society. tense interfamilial dynamics. with a side of increasing threat levels and radiation stoats for flavor. one of my favorite seasons to be sure.
in other news, i'm updating the spreadsheet with new classes from the level up. didn't realize exactly how much i would have to update until i started. jesus christ i've done a lot of stats work in the span of like 3 months.
fun notes:
jaysohn leveled in both monk and rogue, so he's now fast, able to stun, and super deadly. cunning action dash with monk movement? what a little guy.
thorn vale took a level of tempest cleric! so fun! really embracing the lightning and making it his own!
ava also kept to her classes but got some fun new manuevers plus mage slayer!! i'm sure she releveled after going into the blue, but that will have to wait until next week.
tula and viola stuck to their paladin levels, but i'm pretty sure took some kind of feats. viola's working the telekinesis.
and lila's a little wizard! our second bladesinger of d20, and the first wizard not to sit in the wizard chair.
i love that everyone who's multiclassing at this level is taking on more magic as they have more exposure to the blue. i'm assuming they're going to level up at least once more, so i'm excited to see the results!
all updates are in the spreadsheet if you want to look at them in chart form. i'll probably go back and look for feat uses and/or updates at some point.
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grimoire organization 2022
Greetings, everyone! This is how I've organized my grimoire for 2022. I use Obsidian to write it digitally.
This is just my personal preference for organization, so no worries if yours looks different! There are as many ways to organize a grimoire as there are witches and wizards in the world.
Tell me what you think! What parts do you like? What do you think I should add? Anything I'm missing or suggestions to make it better? Feel free to comment how you organize your grimoire below!
Farewell, and good tidings!
Branwen
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01.00 introduction
01.01 book blessing + protection
01.02 devotion/dedication
01.03 codes/rules/tenets
personal code
code of celtic druidism
the celtic commandments
01.04 intentions and goals
goals
intentions
01.05 learn more/add to grimoire (notes)
02.00 about author
02.01 names
02.02 personal craft
02.03 life path number
02.04 birth tarot card
the emperor
02.05 astrology birth chart
sun in leo
moon in capricorn
ascendant in aquarius
mercury in virgo
venus in leo
mars in pisces
jupiter in leo
saturn in cancer
uranus in pisces
neptune in aquarius
pluto in sagittarius
02.06 celtic zodiac
hazel “the knower”
02.07 personal beliefs (brief)
02.08 favorites
color
magical tools
herbs
crystals
02.09 relationships with spiritual beings
02.10 psychic abilities (clair-)
02.11 personal signature/symbols
02.12 ancestry
02.13 how i want to be remembered
03.00 basics
03.01 types of spells
cleansing
saining
warding
enchanting
verbal spells
invocation
evocation
candle spells
sigil spells
jar spells
ratchets
rituals
03.02 ritual work
the ritual model
intent
visualization
consecration
meditation + grounding
directing energy
clockwise vs. counterclockwise
03.03 types of correspondences
protection
healing
cleansing
banishing
luck
mental clarity
03.04 sabbats
about sabbats
yule (winter solstice)
imbolc
ostara (spring equinox)
beltane
litha (summer solstice)
lughnahsadh
mabon (fall equinox)
samhain (halloween)
03.05 altars
03.06 spirit guides
about spirit guides
ancestor guides
ascended masters
archetype guides
guardian angels
animal guides
03.07 auras
about auras
chakras
03.08 alphabets + code language
ogham alphabet [not featured here]
03.09 symbols
celtic symbols
03.10 about divination
04.00 nature
04.01 the three elements
nwyfre
gwyar
calas
04.02 talking to nature
04.03 lunar phases
full moon
new moon
waxing crescent
first quarter
waxing gibbous
waning gibbous
last quarter
waning crescent
blue moon
black moon
lunar eclipse “blood moon”
solar eclipse
moon void
04.04 herbs
tips
for saining
medicinal
misc
how to dry + store
04.05 gardening
companion plants
herbs
night-blooming plants
04.06 waters
rain water
storm water
dew water
snow water
moon water
sun water
river water
sea water
spring water
lake water
well water
swamp water
rose water
florida water
salt water
rosemary water
how to make moon water
04.07 aromatherapy
essential oils
custom for calm
05.00 minerals
05.01 crystals (by intention)
ones i own
ones i do not own
05.02 stones
precious stones
hag stones
wishing rocks
heart stones
05.03 jewelry
05.04 amulets
about amulets
charging amulets
05.05 charging
05.06 cleansing + care
05.07 salts
purposes
06.00 spirits
06.01 relationships with the spirits
06.02 when making offerings…
06.03 offering ideas
06.04 spirit guides
how to contact
talking to spirit guides
questions to ask
06.05 the fae
about the fae
offering ideas
(some) types of fae
07.00 altars
07.01 layouts
07.02 what to use/ideas
07.03 for the elements
nwyfre
gwyar
calas
07.04 for sabbats
yule (winter solstice)
imbolc
ostara (spring equinox)
beltane
litha (summer solstice)
lughnahsadh
mabon (fall equinox)
samhain (halloween)
08.00 recipes
08.01 general tips
08.02 infusions
tips
herb-infused oil
rose oil
08.03 foods
lughnasadh herb bread
litha orange honey cake
rosemary-honey shortbread
enchanting flower and herb spread
08.04 drinks
fire cider
08.05 potions
08.06 natural remedies
elderberry syrup
08.07 lotions
rose hip lotion [personal]
08.08 cleaning products
pine needle spray
08.09 misc
incense
four thieves vinegar
09.00 spells + rituals
09.01 affirmations
lunar affirmations
09.02 sigils
passive sigils
active sigils
creating sigils
charging sigils
09.03 sachets + jars
anti-anxiety sachet
09.04 prayers
simple opening prayer [personal]
druids prayer
09.05 blessings
old irish blessing
blessing lavender tea [personal]
garden blessing
seedling blessing
09.06 lunar rituals
new moon
waxing crescent
first quarter
waxing gibbous
full moon
waning gibbous
last quarter
waning crescent
09.07 sabbat rituals
yule (winter solstice)
ostara (spring equinox)
beltane
litha (summer solstice)
lughnahsadh
mabon (fall equinox)
samhain (halloween)
09.08 birthday ritual
09.09 solitary dedication ritual
10.00 divination
10.01 astrology birth charts
sun
moon
ascendant
mercury
venus
mars
jupiter
saturn
uranus
neptune
pluto
10.02 zodiac signs
aquarius
pisces
aries
taurus
gemini
cancer
leo
virgo
libra
scorpio
sagittarius
capricorn
10.03 celtic zodiac
rowan
ash
alder
willow
hawthorn
oak
holly
hazel
vine
ivy
reed
elder
birch
10.04 basic tarot card meanings
major arcana
minor arcana, cups
minor arcana, swords
minor arcana, staffs
minor arcana, discs
10.05 tarot spreads
10.06 cleansing the tarot deck
10.07 omens
10.08 psychic abilities
about psychic powers
what to use them for
developing psychic abilities
11.00 library
11.01 dictionary/encyclopedia (?)
11.02 science and magic(k)
matter and energy
11.03 celts
deities
celtic clothing
celtic days
hand-fasting
11.04 druidry
about druidry
bard
ovate
druid
druid organizations
11.05 paganism + animism
11.06 types of divination
augury
astragalomancy
biorhythms
cartomancy
tarot
cleromancy
rhabdomancy
numerology
osteomancy
sacred geometry
tasseomancy
theriomancy
11.07 types of witches/witchcrafts
green witch
eclectic witch
kitchen witch
solitary witch
cottage witch
grey witch
hedge witch
sea witch
religious witch
moon witch
sun witch
elemental witch
fire witch
earth witch
water witch
air witch
swamp witch
faery witch
cosmic witch
divination witch
crystal witch
secular witch
urban witch
literary witch
forest witch
music witch
chaos witch
shadow witch
techno witch
desert witch
art witch
natural witch
hereditary witch
11.08 types of psychic ability
clairvoyance
clairaudience
clairecognizance
clairsentience
clairalience
clairgustance
psychometry
11.09 tree lore
oak
hazel
hawthorn
11.10 animal lore
salmon
cranes
serpents
bees
ladybugs
butterflies
dragonflies
owls
hawks
crows
spiders
11.11 misc correspondences
shapes
colors
weekdays
elements
12.00 inspiration
12.01 legends and myths
fionn mac cumhaill and the salmon of knowledge
12.02 poetry
celandines
alder dance
the oak tree
augeries of innocence
putting in the seed
hermitage
to the cardinal, attacking his reflection in the window
nature aria
the gray heron
12.03 artwork [not featured here]
12.04 photography [not featured here]
13.00 shadow book [personal]
13.01 affirmations
13.02 recipes
13.03 cleansing
13.04 warding
13.05 enchanting
13.06 verbal spells
13.07 candle spells
13.08 sigil spells
13.09 jar spells + sachets
13.10 crystals
13.11 rituals
13.12 tarot divination
readings
getting to know the field tarot deck [archive]
13.13 dreams
13.14 craft challenges
13.15 holiday celebrations
13.16 miscellaneous
13.17 craft advice
from mickey
14.00 personal beliefs
14.01 personal beliefs (expanded)
14.02 creation of the universe
14.03 death + otherworld
14.04 time
14.05 “spirituality”
14.06 magick
15.00 index of personal contributions
16.00 list of sources of information
#grimoire#2022 grimoire#grimoire 2022#grimoire organization#witchy#witch#green witch#crystal witch#witchy things#druidcraft#witchcraft#baby witch#idk what im doing#but i guess this works#at least for now#grimoire tips#witchy tips#beginner witch
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1250 followers gift - take a peek at my medievalish fantasy game (part 2/?)
part 1
And we return to Dunceville to pay a visit to the royals. I'll try to give this time my characters a longer backstory as this neighbourhood is much older than Darkville. Let's start with Claudiuses.
Until recently the head of the house was king August the Mad. His wife was queen Bona.
They both died of old age - Bona died first having reached her lifetime want - to have 6 grandchildren. She achieved it pretty early as her younger son has 11 children (all out of wedlock). She never met those kids, but she ordered her servants to inform her. She was happy her bloodline is so strong, so she pretended she didn't know about Caligula's affairs. Her aspiration was family (obviously). Personality: 7/4/1/8/5, light sleeper
August the Mad surely deserved his nickname - his wife died during their golden jubilee and he still deemed it the best party ever. 🤣 He was also flirting during that party with Victoria the Elder Darius. Why not? 🤷♀️He outlived his wife by mere few days. His first aspiration was family and second fortune. He's maxed his logic and charisma skills, and had 5 points of condition and creativity. Personality: 5/9/3/8/0, insane
forgive me an outdated picture - I bought them a new throne with a blue sitting
August and Bona had got 3 children: Arthur, Cecylia and Caligula.
Following the death of August the Mad, Arthur became new king and shares his kingdom with his father-in-law, Konrad the Ginger. He's dutiful and noble, but a bit naive. He loves his wife dearly - she's probably the only person for whom he's willing to bent the law. He admires her for the strength of her character, independence and wit. He also cares for his sister, Cecylia Darius.
However, his got terrible realtionship with his brother - they are enemies. After Bona's death family stopped ignoring Caligula's affairs, which resulted in numerous arguments. One day Caligula tried to flirt with his sister-in-law, which Fiona didn't take lightly. Although heavily pregnant at the time, she drew a sword and started a fight with Caligula. Unfortunately, defending himself Caligula accidentally killed her and ran away in panic. Distraught, Arthur called for the wizard serving at Dariuses' court, but it was too late to help Fiona. Wizard, Eugene Magic, consulted his family and they came up with a way to bring the queen back. Fiona was brought back, but something went wrong during the rite (probably due to the blood curse) and she returned as a vampire. Wizards are afraid that reverting vampirism might also revert bringing the queen back, so they can't currently cure her. While Arthur's love hasn't faltered, his wife's condition scares him. The first days were especially difficult as she was trying to bite him all the time, not being able to sate her thirst. Luckily, smart plantman living in the rural area is growing special fruit that works as a substitute for blood. Fiona's vampirism is a strictly confidential information known only to the Claudiuses, the Dariuses and the clan of witches.
Arthur's personality: 5/3/7/3/7, good, hopeless romantic. His first aspiration is family and second is popularity. He's got condition maxed, 8 points of charisma and 5 points of logic and mechanical. His favourite colour is blue.
Fiona was born to the royal house of Darius and was married into the house of Claudius. She's daughter of Victoria the Elder and Konrad the Ginger and sister to Władysław IV. At first she was highly sceptical of her engagement to Arthur (she's got red memory). She was worried he would perceive her the way her brother does - as someone weaker and dependent, while she is certain she would make a much better ruler than Władysław IV - he only had the luck of being born a man. But eventually Arthur gained her respect (and heart) and they make a pretty happy marriage. Fiona likes reading about new inventions and sparring duels with her husband. Thanks to plasma fruit and potions that allow her to walk in the sunlight her vampirism is quite bearable. She hates Caligula with burning passion, but is friends with Cecylia Darius and the noble house of Watch.
Fiona's personality: 5/8/6/3/3, adventurous, brave, ambitious. Her first aspiration is family and second is knowledge. Her favourite colour is black. She's logical (7 points), she also has 6 points of condition and 5 points of creativity.
Arthur and Fiona have got 4 children: Julia, Agrippa, Victoria and Kunegunda. All kids are friends with their royal cousins of house Darius.
Julia (the girl in blue dress) is the eldest child. Personality: 10/10/4/4/7, brave, good, snob. Her favourite colour is blue.
Agrippa is the second child and only son. Personality: 5/8/6/3/3 (he takes after his mother), brave, good, animal lover. His favourite colour is blue.
Victoria (the girl in red dress) is the third child and as a part of peace agreement wears the colours of house Darius. She doesn't mind that as red is her favourite colour. Personality: 5/3/7/3/7, heavy sleeper, absent-minded.
Kunegunda is the fourth child and is still a baby. She was born after Fiona's revival (technically she was revived together with her mother) and she was born with red eyes. Personality: 10/1/10/3/3
Claudiuses have got a cat - Alegra. They bought her when she was a kitten. Alegra is genius, mid between lazy and hyper, mid between independant and friendly, cowardly, finicky.
Following the accident (he didn't mean to kill Fiona! It's not his fault she's hot and he saw her everyday, alright?), Caligula ran away, grew long hair and a beard to avoid being recognised. He now lives in the rural area outside the city. Even though he is not only banished, but also highly wanted (both kings want him dead for his deed), he sometimes goes to the city to have a drink in the inn or to pick up on some lady. He was his mother's favourite child, and she accepted that he didn't want to marry. He remains a single to this day.
His job at the court was to attend ceremonies and parties (his job was slacker), but he managed to slack off even in that to go on a date with a lady. Basically, he was useless as he never had any ambition to take his brother's seat - Arthur had responsibilities and Caligula could live the pleasant, carefree live of a royal younger son.
He is father of 11 children with 8 women - there was a set of triplets and a pair of twins. What can I say, he's very fertile. xD Surely he's not prejudiced - he's slept with noble women, he's slept with burgher women, he's slept with peasants. He also slept with a mermaid, two witches and a fairy. He tried to woo an elvish lady, but she clearly wasn't interested,
As soon as a lady becomes pregnant, he quits a relationship. Sometimes he ends an affair even sooner.
One day he found a basket with a baby and a note "Jocasta Samurai". The girl is dark-skinned, but Caligula is willing to believe she's his own. The problem is, he doesn't recall meeting with a woman with last name being "Samurai" and he's slept with 5 dark-skinned women at least three of them were literate.
Personality: 5/9/3/8/0, commitment issues, heavy sleeper. His aspiration is pleasure and second is romance. He's got high condition (8), he's also creative (7), charismatic (6) and quite logical (5).
Jocasta Samurai is the only child of Caligula that got to meet its father. She was abandoned by her mother, Berta Watch (5th on the relationship view above). Personality: 4/8/6/10/7.
Next up: the Dariuses!
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Hello 💖 I am not sure if you still open a request, but can I request a one shot about Thor? I am sorry but I do not have any plots on my mind, so please feel free to write any topics you want
Thank you 🙌 Hope you have a nice day
I tried my best, dear anon, hope you like it! I tried to use my knowledge in runes as I read them myself - even if mine are dedicated to Odin - and adapt them imaginatively. That said, I'll leave you with the reading🧡
Thor x reader: Worth
Type: fluff
Warnings: none
Our world is full of secrets. You intended to discover them all, stealing the eyes from the beating heart of nature, visiting worlds never seen before. Your curiosity urged you to let your mind travel, like a bird taking its first flight.
Power radiated from the bag containing your runes, unleashing moments of pure freedom in your soul, especially when you felt your patron's hand guiding yours with each draw. It was warm, empowering, and strong, like lightning striking the surface of the water, spreading its shock everywhere. Your beloved runes were consecrated to Thor, the only god you felt right, because that's what you felt as soon as you said the name of the first sign during the blessing; the god of thunder had accompanied you throughout your life, guiding you on the way to Valhalla at the time of your death.
His presence was unique, radiant, Thor inspired your every reading and, once you arrived in heaven, you were surprised to hear the request he had made of you: "Fight with me, if you're strong enough, I'll take you under my wing"
This was the proposal he had made to you three days ago and you were terrified of it. "Please, just help me..." but your runes weren't responding, probably Thor was blocking their power to prevent you from predicting the outcome of your test: he wanted to see your maximum power, what you had learned in the years he had been with you, he wanted to see his future apprentice.
In fact, Thor was so hoping to see you win: your fighting style was worthy of a god, the runes danced across your skin in unrestrained prayer, flooding his ears every time you invoked him. Before you, many shamans had consecrated their runes to him, but none had been able to handle the power of Thurisaz, his personal symbol…only you.
No matter how many times your arms burned when you held it close in your hand, the flashes that erupted didn't emphasize you more than you were used to; before long, you were able to trap thunder in a mortal body.
A human with that much strength and power couldn't go unnoticed, which brings us to your current situation.
"I could block it with Isa, then...no, it's not good..." you muttered under your breath, while you were searching for something - anything, at this point - to beat your god, a task that looked impossible.
Holding Uruz in your hand for strength, you rolled your eyes, only to collapse on your bed, defeated and with a thousand thoughts in your head: who would have ever thought you'd end up like this?
The match would have been the next day, early in the morning, when dawn turns the clouds pink and the sky begins to turn clear blue.
"Let's hope we don't die for the second time"
And that was your last thought before you collapsed.
❛ ━━･❪ ᛟ ❫ ･━━ ❜
On the other hand, Thor was having a great time listening to you from behind the door, after all, it was at his personal temple that you were staying overnight. He really hoped you would prove your worth.
There is a belief that each god takes a human - usually, wizards or shamans - under protection by staying with him as he grows up and blessing him with luck and power. Well, Thor had vied to have you: apparently, Zeus had eyed you too, not only for your good looks, but also to add you to his collection of heroes; but do we really want to trust Zeus? No. Thor couldn't stand it and, being his blessing on your family for millennia, he certainly couldn't leave you at the mercy of that pervert.
Just the thought made his blood boil.
To tell the truth, initially he didn't even want to fight you, yet his father Odin was obsessed with this thing, where you had to prove that you could be a brave warrior; perhaps this obsession of his was linked to your death, this had been natural, you hadn't died in battle or in some heroic enterprise, yet you were there.
When no more curses were coming from your room, Thor walked away silently, which seemed impossible given his size, and then headed in the direction of his rooms. "You're going to make her win anyway, aren't you?"
"Go away, Loki"
The last thing the god of thunder needed was the god of mischief. It was not uncommon for the latter to appear at the wrong time on the wrong day, Thor was used to it by now, but this time Loki had to be careful of his words. "So? Cat got your tongue? Well...more than usual" said Loki floating gracefully at the height of the other's head, speaking close to his ear and trying to keep up. Thor was already starting to get annoyed, but still didn't want to respond to provocations. Though, he somehow wished the god of deceit was right: if only he could have let you win so easily, he wouldn't be so agitated now.
Valhalla had strict rules, laws that the gods must follow to the letter; Fate is an ancient force that has ruled the universe since its inception. We cannot oppose it. "We'll see," replied the red-haired god, before abandoning his heckler to take refuge in his chambers.
Loki stood there, with an amused grin.
❛ ━━･❪ ᛟ ❫ ･━━ ❜
"When the sun touches the tip of that pillar, our fight will end"
Thor's voice was low, hoarse; you've never heard him like this, partly because of his reserved nature, partly because of his scarf that muffles his words. Your heart skipped a beat as you prepared yourself inside the small ring, carefully drawn on the ground and with an agile hand. Just over two fingers deep and shaped like a perfect circle.
Your sparkling eyes were in stark contrast to his, precious as pure gold, but with enormous concern. His hammer rested on his shoulder, as if it didn't weigh at least a ton; you were always so surprised to witness the physical strength of the god, it was just a shame had to unleash it at you now.
"Uruz" I said, while two magic circles appeared on your legs, shining like dew in the sunlight; you leapt forward avoiding a hammer blow in the face. Thor didn't seem surprised and, within a few seconds, he grabbed the hilt of his weapon again, preparing to attack again. At the same time, your move had placed you behind the god, freezing his legs with Isa engraved on your hand. Your arm was engulfed in ice, spreading across the ground and attacking the god's metal boots.
Thor broke it without any problems. "Shit"
A kick sent you flying to the ground, with a searing pain in your knees and taking your breath away. Your eyes widened, all your enthusiasm turned to adrenaline and survival instinct. Despite the shock, you were still able to cast Algiz, creating a shield around your figure, parrying an attack and establishing distance.
When you turned to look at your opponent, he had a satisfied smile, the most beautiful you've ever seen. You blushed suddenly, surprising you with your mind to make you have certain deathbed thoughts. "Wait..." you said, something wasn't right "...where's the hammer?"
Your mind didn't even have time to process it, that Thor, leaping quickly, was able to pin you to the ground, unloading all his weight on you. You were looking into each other's eyes, intensely and suddenly; from the touch of his hands you could feel the storm, the immensity of a god as powerful as he was. A shiver ran down your spine as the air generated by the spinning Mjolnir kicked up a fuss, passing over you two before stopping after hitting a pillar as thick as a house.
Thor's expression hadn't changed, indeed now it even seemed playful. "I won," he said slowly. Your heart broke, while your eyes became clear at the thought of having failed your God. "I'm so so-"
But I didn't have time to finish the sentence, that his soft lips crashed on yours, capturing them in a sweet, comforting kiss. Actually, Thor didn't care about Fate, the fact that you lasted more than half a second was already a record for him. You didn't think twice about reciprocating, feeling flooded with an energy you've never seen before and feeling the runes quiver. There you were, just the two of you, with all the time in the world and the fresh morning air; the thought of letting him down was gone, as a new life of learning opened up before you.
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