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cherryfennec · 7 months

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On the topic of Power-Ups, let's talk Fire Flower (personal headcanons under cut)!

The Fire Flower is one of, if not, the most known Power-Up from what I've seen. Even though I'm quite a fan of it myself I'll admit I never thought too much about it. So after giving it a good thought here's what I got:

General headcanons;

Fire Flowers are very adaptable plants, however they naturally originate from the Darklands, which so happen to be where they grow the most. The heat eminating from the magma is perfect for them to thrive during the initial stages. Since wielding fire isn't too rare of an ability for Koopas (more specifically some of the subspecies of Koopas) they're mostly perceived as weeds, so it's not much of an issue if someone plucks them. Unless you're an outsider. Something might be considered useless but it's a problem if the enemy wants to exploit it. Because of this a bunch of the main fields will have patrols just in case a mustachioed human, or two, happen to be sent to collect a supply. They usually consist of Fire Bros who protect and even tend to the flowers. Rumours say that with some luck it's possible for a normal Koopa to inherit fire abilities after being exposed to a Fire Flower for extended periods of time but it hasn't been scientifically confirmed.

The Fire Flower is a multiple use Power-Up. Once activated it lends it's energy to a single user, then proceeds to hibernate and slowly regain heat overtime. The process can be sped up exponentially by placing the flower near a heat source like lava or a fireplace.

Mario and Luigi specific headcanons;

It took some time for the brothers to initially get hang of releasing energy without overdoing it. It's easier to ignite something, rather than put it out. Eventually with some guidance from friendly koopas they managed to become respectable fire users. That is until the events of Superstar Saga happened.

For Mario, getting the Firebrand only enhanced his abilities. Focusing energy became very easy, a second nature even. Shaping fire, directing it, managing it's temperature. Easy peasy for a guy like him! It wasn't a suprise that the Fire Flower quickly became his favourite to use soon after. When used with the technique he can truly show off his mastery over the element!

Luigi however... got it rough. The Thunderhand, notable for giving it's user affinity for manipulating electricy, drastically reverted his progress. These two elements just unfortunately don't mix. The fire he started to produce was unpredictable and unstable. There was no guarantee if it'll fly in the right direction nor how much power it'll pack. He's been practicing ever since to not accidentally go overboard.

Mario's fire tips and tricks aren't helping too much but at least he's trying.

Some of the stuff I said here could change with me adding details in the future but right now this is the general idea. It might not be completely original but the thought of making this seemed fun. Thank you to whoever read this, I hope the blocks of text were understandable!

In conclusion the Fire Flower is one of the more reliable, common and useful Power-Ups. Getting a good amount of them can be a hassle but in the long run it's worth it, especially if they're used to make your own farm. It's uses can range from warming up the house to battling evil. Mario is the "fire master" of the group and Luigi, with the peculiar way magic reacts to him, is a walking proof of the statement: "elements don't mix".

Few bonus headcanons!

#super mario #mario #luigi #mario bros #myart #smb #mydesigns

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writers-potion · 2 months

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Fantastical Asian Monsters (Part I)

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I Fly Undead, Gangsi (殭屍)

Nationality: China Form: Human-type Size: 1.5~1.7m

Gangsi first appeared in the late Ming Dynasty, but it was most common during the Qing dynasty. Thus, Gangsis often appear in Qing attire.

When people died in battle, they attached an amulet to the body which helped them to return to their hometown.

if the amulet falls in the middle, they become Gangsi and wander. It is said that the whole body has already hardened and cannot walk like a human, but they can fly / jump around.

When attacked by Gangsi, the attacked person also turns into Gangsi, but if they hold their breath or run over a tree, Gangsi cannot find them.

I’m So Hungry, Go-su-yeo-chil (고수여칠)

Nationality: Korea Form: Human-type Size: 1.6m

It is a monster in the form of a dried-up man.

It has thin bone-like leg with a paper skirt around it, and it is hard to see the upper body. It is said to make an old woman's voice and imitate the voice of a dead family member or relative

They enter a house to eat food, tear window paper, and throw tiles or stones to cause damage.

Will You Marry Me? Gumiho (구미호)

Nationality: Korea/China/Japan Form: Animal-type Size: 1.6m

It is a fox monster with nine tails.

Foxes appear in various countries and are said to have the ability to attract people. Foxes do not have nine tails from birth, andhen they develop a tail every few hundred years and have all nine tails, they become an immortal monster.

Although it is a fox, it can be turned into a beautiful person, and it is said that it gets energy from humans or eats human liver through fox beads.

It is said that people who are deprived of energy may not die if they are lucky, but all people who are deprived of their livers will die.

There is a story that if a Gumiho eats 100 livers, marry a human, and don't get identified for 100 days, a Gumiho will turn human.

Droppings of Doom, Gwicha (鬼車)

Nationality: China Form: Bird-type Size: 1.5~2m

It is a monster in the form of a bird with nine heads. It is also called a 'tune' because it has nine heads on one body. The ear car looks similar to an owl as a whole, but it is said that the nine faces sometimes look similar to the human figure. It is said to be about 3m in size when both wings are unfolded. Blood keeps dripping from one of the nine heads, and if a person gets hit with it, not only the person but also the person

Even Nira's family suffers from misfortune. However, even if your car is not hit by blood, it enters people's homes on its own to spread misfortune or take away people's souls.

It is said that the car is blind during the day, so they usually go around only at night, and at this time, they become blind immediately just by looking at a small fire debt and fall even when they fly. So people say that when a car comes in the middle of the night, they immediately light a candle or make the dog bark and drive it away.

The ultimate oval face, Nopperabo (のっぺらぼう)

Nationality: Japan Form: Human-type Size: 2m

This is a monster with a human face but no eyes, nose, or mouth.

It is said to appear both as a woman and a man, and show his face to a person who stands still and talks to him on a dark night road.

They surprise humans to mak them run away, or surprise customers who come after being in a cart bar or noodle restaurant.

It is said that there are several strands of hair attached to the clothes of a person who meets Nopperabo.

Known as an "egg ghost" in Korea.

Forfeit Your Firstborn! Langda

Nationality: Indonesia Form: Human-type Size: 1.5~1.7m

It is a monster in the form of a human woman, with eyes that are likely to protrude from the red face, a tongue that stretches to the waist, and four tusks protruding out of the mouth, and its head is always loose and worn.

Langda is a wicked creature that preys on infants and uses black magic, with the ability to control low-ranking demons and other monsters, and the ability to freely transform into other creatures. It is said that by swearing at people or spreading diseases, they lose their lives and damage crops. However, they also use magic to heal people's suffering and diseases by whimpering, which is why some areas open Langda

It is said to be worshipped as a god and regarded as the guardian deity of the village.

No Ordinary Leech, Bes Kemwar

Nationality: Malaysia Form: Worm-type Size: 0.1~0.2m

It is a monster in the form of a furry earthworm. Beth Kemwer always bites her tail and curls its body into a round shape.

It eats crops such as rice and vegetables as a staple food, and it is usually hard to see, but in February, it appears near the river.

If a person drinks water from a river containing Baskemwor or from a river where Baskemwor's hair has fallen, the body swells up, hives rise, coughs and even bleeds. If you get treatment early after bleeding, you can recover quickly, but over time, the pain gets worse and you lose your life because you can't eat or drink.

It is said to live mostly at the end of branches, and people who pass by trees near it also develop hives and swell up all over their bodies. The swelling does not go until two or three months later.

Mongolian Death, Olgoi-Khorkhoi

Nationality: Mongol Form: Worm-type Size:0.6~14m

It is a huge, fat worm-shaped monster. It is also called the 'Mongolian Death Will'.

Each individual has a various size, and his whole body has a bright red color. There are several pointed tentacles on one side of his body, not a head. He can't see because he has no eyes, but he has excellent touch and hearing.

Olgoi corcoi only live in the desert and roam freely in the sand, and when a person or camel appears, it appears on the sand, eats and disappears in an instant. It is said that it emits a strong acidic poison a little away from the prey, which melts the prey, and when it feels dangerous, it releases electricity to make the other person electrocute.

Look Me in the Face, Inmyeonsu

Nationality: East Asia Form: Hybrid Size: 0.7~1m

It is a monster in the form of a bird.

Human turkeys have human faces and arms on their bodies, or their entire upper bodies are shaped like humans. They exist all over the world, and they have very different looks and characteristics from time to time and country.

They are considered sacred beings that prevent bad luck for people, and they are also considered ominous beings that eat people and harm villages.

The mere appearance of human turkeys caused natural disasters and wars in the world.

They make beautiful sounds and bless people with their own unique sounds, but as soon as they hear human turkeys, damage may occur and people and livestock may be killed

Living on Your Scent, Gandharva

Nationality: India Form: Human-type Size: 1.7m

A humanoid monster that hunts down scents.

Sometimes called "Gundalba"; or "Shimhyang."

Gandharba is not an individual, but a race, which protects children and the weak from evil. Gandharba was born in water, but he is able to roam freely in the sky and on earth. With a horse tail on his human body, golden wings and birds.

Gandharba eats fragrant scents as their main food, and they always have a scent around them. They are mostly masculine and like beautiful women so much that they sometimes form relationships with humans.

They generally enjoy freewheeling life, but they are said to be extremely jealous.

References:

The monster profiles have been adapted from <동양 문화 속 괴물들의 이야기 괴물도감 (동양편)> written and illustrated by 고고학자(강석민). All image credits in this post goes to 강석민. Translation from Korean to English by me.

Feel free to ask me questions, if any :)

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berryhobii · 3 months

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hey boo!! i hope you’re doing well💕i was just coming to binge read your masterlist and then first thing i see when i opened the app is that you opened your request i basically ran to your inbox😭but like may i request jealous/possessive yoongi smut with the couple from silent treatment🫣i feel like this would suit them well. you can have full creative control and work your magic on this one🥹

Hi! Thanks for the request. I definitely had fun with this one. This is my first time writing a shower sex scene so I hope I did it justice! Please let me know what you think!🩵🩵

Yoongi loved you. He loved everything about you.

You could be a brat, you could be whiny, you could be childish and he accepted all of those things about you. Because he loved you.

One thing he really loved was your ability to make friends and connections with anyone you met. You were packed full of charisma, a true social butterfly and a person anyone could feel comfortable around. You just had a smile and an energy that attracted people to you like a magnet.

And in a place like a bar, you were like a honing beacon for every sleazy man that stumbled his way here.

He’s surprised he hasn’t broken his glass from how hard he was gripping it, watching with fiery eyes as you laughed at another guy’s jokes. He wished he had heat vision to burn off the hand of the man who just touched your shoulder.

Anger didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling right now.

This was pure rage. He wanted to hit something. Preferably the faces of the 3 men that surrounded you.

Now, Yoongi knew the silent treatment was a common tactic of yours. It was your way of ‘punishing’ Yoongi for making you upset or not giving you what you wanted. Don’t get him wrong though, you were a great communicator during serious situations. This bratty attitude only came out when he didn’t do something like take you to get food or leaving the house for work without giving you a kiss.

You were Yoongi’s. His and his only. So why the hell were you beep bopping all over like you were single? That wedding ring on your finger was blinding under the low lights of the bar. The main reason he didn’t get you a small diamond was because he wanted people to SEE it. You wouldn’t have cared what size your ring was since you loved Yoongi so much but that didn’t stop him from overcompensating.

You were his and his only. So why were you beep bopping all over like you were single? He knew all of those men could spot your ring everytime you lifted your hand to push your hair out of your face. Fucking idiots.

He watched as you leaned closer to one of the men, that flirty smile pulling at your lips, his eyes flying to your exposed cleavage.

That was it.

Tossing back the last of his whiskey, Yoongi stood from his seat, long strides carrying him to the other side of the bar where you were.

Naturally, you noticed him approaching.

All part of the plan.

You’ve been intentionally teasing him all night. You could feel his hot gaze staring daggers into the side of your face since you walked away from him. If he could shoot fire from his eyes, you’d be up in flames. You and these men who had so graciously come to keep you company. Why wouldn’t they? When you were sitting all pretty and alone, dress short enough that you could flash them if you moved a certain way and breasts practically popping out of the strings that held the front of it together.

You were practically calling for them. At least, that’s what they thought.

The person you wanted was just on the other side of the room and was now approaching you with looks like could kill.

Just from the way he walked, you could tell that thick cock was heavy in his pants. That weight always felt so good lodged in your throat and even better when it was stretching your tight cunt past its limits.

This might have been your best idea yet.

“Can I buy you another drink, gorgeous?” One of the men asked, taking a leap of faith and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his hand coming close to brushing against your breast.

Suddenly, the man groaned out in pain as his hand was twisted and pushed off your shoulder by your very pissed off husband.

“She’s not interested.” He growled, his eyes narrowing.

The man snatched his hand out of Yoongi’s forceful grip, bringing his throbbing paw to his chest. “Hey man. What the hell’s your problem?”

But Yoongi already wasn’t listening, that piercing gaze locked on you, a rush of heat going straight to your cunt.

Fuck, he looked sexy.

He reached out to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

Another one of the men made the mistake of grabbing Yoongi’s shoulder. “Who are you? We were talking to her first.”

Yoongi pushed the hand off him, turning to face the man. While Yoongi was just a tiny bit shorter than this man, just the ferocious aura of him made him look 100 feet tall. The man actually stepped back a little at the fiery look in Yoongi’s eyes.

“I’m her husband, you desperate piece of shit. See that ring on her finger? I bought that. Now I suggest you walk away before I show how my rings feel.” He clenched both of his fists, the fingers gleaming with the plethora of rings he wore almost everyday.

Thoroughly intimidated, the man backed up with his hands raise in defeat. Then Yoongi slowly turned to give looks to the other two men who didn’t even lift their heads to make eye contact. No amount of liquid courage could make them want to stand up to Yoongi.

“Now I said let’s go.” He ordered you, grabbing your hand again.

“But-“ you started but it was cut off by the intense look he gave you. Shutting your trap, you allowed him to lead you out of the bar and into the humid summer air. He dug in his pocket to retrieve the ticket to his car, handing it to the valet who went to go get it.

Once the car pulled up, the valet handed the keys to Yoongi and thanked him for the hefty tip. Yoongi held open your door, burning eyes glaring at you as you got in. Anticipation and anxiety ate at your tummy, your palms slicking with sweat at his gaze.

You were really in for it when you got home.

Yoongi didn’t look at you the entire drive, an uneasy silence settling in the car. He didn’t even turn on the music, wanting you to sit in suspense of what he was going to do when you got home.

Twiddling your fingers, you contemplated if you should say something to him. Had you gone too far? Yoongi tolerated a lot of your bullshit because he loved you so much but you had crossed a line.

Glancing over at him, you opened your mouth to say, “um, baby? Are you…..mad at me?”

He didn’t answer, simply looking both ways before turning the car to the left.

Wow, it was not fun being on the other side of the silent treatment. You saw that now.

Yoongi parked the car, turning it off and then getting out. You knew he was really upset because he didn’t even bother opening your door, walking right by to your apartment building.

Shit.

Gathering your things and your bearings, you exited the car and followed him.

It was dead silent as you rode up the elevator, silent as you entered your apartment, and silent as Yoongi moved around your bedroom to remove his jewelry. He didn’t utter one word to you, not even looking your way.

You didn’t like it. You were only teasing him for fun. Who knew your actions would result in this? A taste of your own medicine, you guessed. It was bitter.

You had went to sit at your vanity to remove your makeup, the silence broken by the sound of the shower starting up.

Should you go join him? Would he mind? This was the first time Yoongi has even given you the silent treatment so you didn’t know how to approach. He wasn’t a person that was quick to anger. He normally let things roll of his back, not having enough energy to really be upset at things. Especially not at you. You were his little princess; he let you do whatever you want, whenever you wanted.

You really screwed up.

Standing from your chair, you slowly approached the bathroom, the door cracked slightly. You stepped inside, finding him in the shower, his back turned to you.

You slowly disrobed, letting your dress fall to the ground. You made sure to put on your bonnet as well because as much as you wanted to make up with Yoongi, you weren’t about to risk your silk press.

You slowly slid open the door, the heat of the steam cascading over your body. He didn’t acknowledge the new person joining him, continuing to run the loofah over his skin.

“Yoongi.” You called, stepping closer to him before using both hands to touch at his shoulders. He didn’t react and you could feel your heart breaking a little. Pressing a kiss to his back, you pleaded, “Please Yoongi. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Then you should have thought about that before acting like a fucking slut.” His gruff voice snarled, jerking his shoulder away from you.

You pouted, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “Please Yoongi. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything.”

That’s when he turned to face you, a frown marring deep at his brow. That intense gaze caused goosebumps to rise all across your skin.

“Get on your knees.”

You made a noise of surprise. “W-what?” You stammered in confusion. While that request wasn’t anything new, you weren’t expecting it. Then again, you don’t know what you were expecting. You just wanted him to forgive you.

Descending to your knees in front of him, you finally noticed his hard cock standing proud in front of you. When did he get hard? You weren’t complaining though.

Snatching your bonnet off your head, he curled his fingers into your head. Just as you were about to protest, his cock was being shoved into your open mouth. The sudden intrusion made you gag, his cock bouncing back.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded. Your lip wobbled but you did what he said, opening your mouth and letting him shove his cock back down your throat. You braced your hands on his thighs, letting him use your throat as he please. He grunted at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him, your throat constricting around the head of his cock.

“You are such a fucking slut. Did you really think I’d just let you slide after that stunt you pulled?” Just the thought of those men all over you fueled his anger, his hips pushing harder in and out of your throat.

You gurgled around him, the stuffy air of the shower combined with his harsh thrusts was making it increasingly hard to breathe. Drool spilled from the sides of your mouth, tears streaming down your face and your throat beginning to burn from the constant assault.

He pulled you off his cock, letting you catch your breath momentarily. Your chest heaved up and down, your mouth open as you tried to pull some needed oxygen into your lungs.

“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?”

When you didn’t answer, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, keeping you down on it. Your throat struggled to accommodate his size, your fingers clawing at his thighs as you choked around him.

He pulled you off again, watching as you heaved in a deep breath. “Answer me.” He shook your head roughly with his grip on your hair.

You tried to get words out to answer but you were taking too long for him so he forced you down on his cock again.

“What happened to your voice, huh? You had plenty to say to those assholes. Did you bother telling them you were married?”

Pulling you off again, you coughed and sputtered, your head feeling a little dizzy from the sparse air.

Pulling you up by your hair, Yoongi pushed you back against the wall of the shower. You didn’t even have time to really process what was happening before he was hiking one of your legs over his arm, his other hand holding his cock to line up with your hole.

The head of his cock slipped through your slick folds, a groan coming from him. “Of course you’re soaking wet. Greedy little whore. Did you get turned on from me fucking your throat?”

Truthfully, you’ve been wet since you got to the bar but he didn’t need to know that.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, swallowing the saliva that had piled in your mouth. “Y-yes. I love sucking….your cock.”

Forgoing any kind of prep, Yoongi shoved his entire cock into your waiting hole. The roar of the shower was nothing compared to the scream that tore from your throat at being split open. Your hands scrambled to grab anything; Yoongi’s hair, his shoulders, the slippery shower walls.

One hand gripping your leg tighter and the other wrapping around your throat, Yoongi started an animalistic pace in and out of your juicy cunt. It felt like his cock was reaching all the way to your chest, the air being knocked out of you with each thrust.

“You want to act like a slut, I’ll fuck you like one. You have the nerve, shit, to act like that but we both know only I can satisfy this needy little cunt. Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed right into your gspot, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as he fucked you stupid. Just how he liked you.

“Oh my godddd….” You slurred, arms falling weakly to your sides. Yoongi’s grip on you was the only thing keeping you from crashing to the ground. You felt weightless and heavy at the same time, your brain turning to mush as he continued to assault your puffy cunt.

Suddenly, a sharp pain bloomed across your cheek, knocking you back to reality.

Did he just slap you?

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He sneered, roughly grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

You tried. You really did. His cock just felt so good that it was hard to keep your eyes open. Your eyelids drooped again as burning hot pleasure coursed through your body.

He slapped you again, hand wrapping around your throat to keep your head upright. Your pussy clenched vice tight around his cock as the rough treatment.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his cat like eyes scanning every inch of your fucked out face. Yes, you were a brat and you annoyed the hell out of him sometimes but the sight of you so desperate and fucked out was enough to remind him that you were his.

You could flirt and prance around all you wanted but only he could reduce you to a puddle of bliss.

He could feel your pussy tighten, your moans growing in pitch signaling your nearing orgasm.

But he wasn’t about to make it that easy.

He pulled out of you, ignoring your loud whine of discontent. Before you knew it, you were back on your knees in front of him. Your teary eyes stared up at Yoongi, taking in his dripping hair and heaving chest.

You wanted him down your throat again.

His hand gripped your sweated out hair again, pulling you closer to his cock. “You don’t deserve to cum on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

You’d normally protest but you knew you weren’t in the position to defy him and you were too desperate to even care. You just wanted to cum.

Opening your mouth, you let Yoongi shove his cock back down your throat as your own hand went between your legs. You rubbed your clit in quick and tight circles with no real rhythm.

Yoongi throat fucked you hard, feeling his orgasm build higher and higher in his stomach.

You moaned around his cock as you rubbed your sensitive clit to orgasm, falling over that edge hard and fast. Overstimulation didn’t even bother you, your hand still going to prolong your pleasure as you rubbed yourself to the other side.

Yoongi pulled out of your throat, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking it over your face. He tilted your head back, your mouth and tongue open in waiting for his load.

His body shivered and he groaned as he released all over your face. Ropes of white painted your cheeks, some even reaching your eyelashes and in your mouth. He let out a low groan in his throat, squeezing his cock until there was nothing left, slapping it on your tongue.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you regained your breath, that feeling of your orgasm still buzzing in you.

Then you felt something poke at your lips and you opened your eyes, finding Yoongi’s still hard cock in front of you.

You gasped, looking up at him with shock written all over your face. There was no way….

“Y-Yoongi….”

His smirk was so handsome, his other hand pushing his wet hair back.

“I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

Needless to say, your water bill was sky high that month.

#bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

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Silver (Vignette) - Bloom Broom Birthday

Following is my translation of the vignette for Silver's Bloom Broom Birthday card.

Spoilers after the cut!

Part 1

Silver: Sebek told me to go do something about my bedhead, and all that time I spent fixing my hair made me late. I don’t see why there’s any reason to fuss over it, since I’m going to be wearing this hat and all. But I’m glad I didn’t leave my interviewer waiting.

???: *Siiiiigh* This sucks…. I wanna go hooome…!

Idia: H…. H-Hello there…. I’m your p-presenter….. Happy… B-Birthday…..

Silver: So you’re my presenter, Idia Senpai. Thank you for the well wishes.

Idia: Eep! .....I-I wanna get this over with ASAP, so could we jump right into the interview?

Silver: I apologize for doing this while you’re so busy. Then let’s go ahead and get started.

Idia: A-Alright, here’s the first question: “Are you good or bad at flying?”

Silver: I’m relatively skilled at flying. Compared to other subjects, at least. But there’s still a lot of things I’m not very good at, like flying for long distances and turning my broom whatever way I want. I still have a long way to go, and I’ll be making use of everything I’ve learned at this school as I continue to be diligent in my studies.

Idia: Dude, you’re making me friggin’ jealous…! You legit believe you got potential! Only people who are born with physical ability and good sense get to enjoy that privilege.

Silver: I don’t know about being born with those kinds of things, but… I certainly wasn’t very good at flying right from the outset. The first time I tried to fly with a broom, I struggled even just getting it to levitate off the ground. Perhaps it was because I kept thinking about how they look when cleaning, but the broom would just stand upright...

Idia: I-I mean, brooms were originally made for cleaning, not for flying, so…

Silver: Indeed. It’s difficult to forget how they look when they’re going around the house together with the buckets and mops as they clean. They'll split their broom heads in half and use them like legs, and walk around just like humans.

Idia: What the- Sounds like that was a really freaky dream. You been stressed out lately or something?

Silver: It wasn’t a dream, it’s something I witnessed firsthand when I was little. It was a spectacle that both surprised me and broke my heart. I thought it was just horrible treating the mops and buckets and brooms like they were mere objects, seeing as they were alive and all. …So I was very much relieved to find out my father had just been using his magic to make them move around.

Idia: And there’s the punch line…. But I see what you were saying now. I mean, your father sounds like a pretty reasonable guy. Since he was using magic to clean up the place and all.

Silver: Reasonable…. I do wonder. It’s common for people in my hometown to use magic to clean with.

Idia: Wait, what? T-Then how come you d-didn’t notice the brooms were just being moved around with magic?

Silver: At that time, I was very young and hadn’t developed my own magic yet. My father and I also lived in the woods away from town, and we didn’t have much contact at all with the townspeople... So I wasn’t really aware how they went about their lives and whatnot.

Idia: So basically, you didn’t really interact with people much besides your family? I guess that’s one thing I can kinda relate to you on.

Part 2

Idia: O-Okay, t-time for the next question: “What class are you good at?”

Silver: Physical training.

Idia: Aah, yup… I was an idiot for thinking I could relate to you even a little… I suck at anything involving exercise, and my credits for those classes are always hanging by a thread… …J-Just for reference’s sake, what can someone do to get better at that kinda stuff?

Silver: What can someone do, huh… That’s hard to say, as I’ve never had much trouble with tasks that call for physical ability. I feel like, to an extent, I’d already trained up the physical strength and stamina those types of classes require before I’d enrolled here. Back home, my daily life involved all sorts of training - from chopping firewood, to fetching water from the river. Thinking back on it now, playing tag with the animals that lived near my home also helped temper my agility, in a way.

Idia (whispering): Fetching water, chopping firewood, and chasing after animals….? Dude might as well be speaking gibberish rn…

Silver: However, I’m confident that my father played the largest role in that matter. As soon as I was conscious of my surroundings, he started training me on a regular basis.

Idia: W-What!? Since you were that young!?? If I were you I woulda run away from home, dude! That’s way too harsh...!

Silver: I certainly did have to go through a lot of rigorous assignments. And there were times I’d give up and start whining that I couldn’t do it. Whenever that happened, my father would come over and encourage me – sometimes strictly, sometimes gently – to keep trying…. There was this one time I was getting really frustrated halfway up this steep cliff I was climbing, and he came over to my side and showed me how to do it. But he’s so nimble footed that he just scaled up the cliff wall in the blink of an eye and ended up leaving me behind.

Idia: He scaled up a steep cliff just like that…!? Uh, your dad sounds kinda badass, Silver-shi!?

Silver: Yeah, he’s really amazing. I think I’ve been able to come so far thanks to my father always believing in me. And also…. It was very fortuitous for me when my father took on Sebek as a disciple. Sebek’s a really hard worker, and he hates losing. Even while we were training, he’d take every opportunity to compete with me.

Idia: Sounds like a pain in the neck.

Silver: After we started training together, I was confused for a while since he kept lashing out at me over this and that… But before I knew it, I started thinking to myself, “I don’t want to lose.” I never felt that way when I was just focused on improving myself with my father as my goal. But we weren’t only competing with one another, as there were times when we’d team up and overcome our various trials. I’m sure that sense of accomplishment is something I never could’ve experienced just all on my own. It’s really wonderful having someone you can work hard together with.

Idia: T-To make a long story short… What’s important isn’t the type of exercises you do, but that you go at them together with somebody? I don’t even play video games together with people, I highly doubt I could find somebody who’d wanna, like, work out with me IRL….

Silver: Oh, are you searching for a training partner? You should come train with me and Sebek when your schedule allows.

Idia: What!?? Ahh, erm, no, I…. I don’t even like having to get up outta bed, so… I’m good. Yeah.

Part 3

Idia: Phew…. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Time for the long-awaited final question! “Please let us know how you spend your days off.”

Silver: My days off, huh…. When I have something going on with the equestrian club, then I’ll go down to the stable. Other than that, I’ll often just keep up with my daily training. Ah, but I did go into town on our last break. I don’t usually do that.

Idia (whispering): Ugh, I can already tell I’m gonna have to do some prodding here….

Idia: ….Okay, so what did you go to town for?

Silver: To eat out. I was on my way back to the dorm after finishing up with my club activities when Ruggie suddenly called out to me. He said he needed my help with something, so I went with him. I remember being anxious to find out what was going on.

Idia: What, so you went along just ‘cause he asked you? Dude, that shoulda had alarm bells going off for you….

Silver: Ruggie said we needed to hurry, so we hopped on some brooms and went into town. And our destination was this restaurant. It was pretty crowded, and there were a bunch of students from our school sitting at the largest table in the back. I didn’t know their names, but Ruggie went and joined them, so I also took a seat.

Idia: So wait, you A: Got dragged away with no explanation, and B: Got stuck talking with a bunch of randos you don’t know…??! That sounds like a total nightmare!!

Silver: You think so? I don’t particularly mind.

Idia: You’re totally cool with strangers, huh. So are you one of those extroverted types….? Ah, I mean, please continue.

Silver: On that day, the restaurant was holding this event where your meal would be free if you beat the store owner in an arm-wrestling match. A bunch of Ruggie’s friends took on the challenge, but even though they were all pretty confident in their abilities, they each lost within a matter of seconds. So Ruggie went looking for someone who could help with their predicament, and he raced back to school in a tizzy… Was how they explained it to me.

Idia: Gotcha. So when Ruggie came back to school, you were the first guy he came across that looked like he’d fit the bill.

Silver: The storekeeper said he was worried he’d injure me and he wasn’t putting much effort into it at first…. But I guess he realized how earnestly I was taking on the challenge, as he finally started taking the match seriously after a little while.

Idia (whispering): I bet he took one look at those princely visuals you got going on and was like, “Yeah, this guy’s a total scrub.”

Silver: As our bout neared its end, Ruggie and his friends - as well as everyone else in the restaurant - had their eyes on us. I could hear people cheering me on, saying things like “You can do it!” and “You gotta beat ‘im, big bro!” It was a difficult fight, but thanks to everyone’s support, I somehow pulled off a win in the end. And so there I sat in the middle of a noisy restaurant, surrounded by friends my own age, with the crowd pressing in around us… All those different experiences were things I’d never had growing up. I was able to enjoy a very memorable, very precious day off.

Idia: This interview is donezo!! Okay, Silver-shi. Please take this broom.

Silver: Ah, the broom head’s been turned into a bouquet. Doesn’t look like you could use it to clean with, let alone fly with.

Idia: Silver-shi multiplied by white flowers equals… Aaugh, it’s too bright! My eyes are gonna fall out. Could you please go get ready to fly, like, now.

Silver: That’s right, I’d forgotten you were busy. Let’s hurry and make our way over there.

Silver: …The birds are gathering around me. Come, let's go soar through the skies to our hearts' content.

*edited 5/15 - fixed line about the brooms, buckets, and mops

#twst silver #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers

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2022.12 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

1. The Change Over Spell by Minzsanh --- translated by @zoooooey0610 [E, 128k]

►It’s a story about Harry hit Malfoy with the Half-Blood Prince's "Change Over" Spell, but he read the spell as "Change Ever", which not only turned Malfoy into a girl, but also made him think he and Harry were on a date. /// If the spell Harry saw was not the Sectumsempra.

2. Yes, Boss by lord_oberon2 [E, 102k]

►Rumors of Harry Potter being cursed circulate the wizarding community. He hasn't been seen in public for months. Bored, Alchemist Draco Malfoy hires him when Potter interviews for a security guard job. He has no idea that the wild, golden glint in Potter's eyes spells nothing but trouble.

3. Tapestry by @kbrick [E, 91k]

►[...] This is a love story that isn't perfect, about two people whose timing is never quite right, and all the moments that come together to make something extraordinarily beautiful anyway.

4. The Dustless Mirrors by @sugarplum-senpai [M, 90k]

►When Hogwarts reopens its gates after the war, Draco returns with weakened powers and memories of fire impairing his life. As he tries to gain his footing in the midst of far too many Gryffindors, exam preparations, and his place in the magical world, he must learn that dropping grudges can be easy, yet staying true to oneself, oh so very hard.

5. Sagehaven by Thunderbird587 [E, 89k]

►After his death and resurrection, Harry Potter gained the ability to communicate with the dead. He now works as a medium and “ghost detective” with his business partner: magical theorist Draco Malfoy. When they’re hired to cleanse a haunted manor by a desperate young couple, Harry and Draco stumble across a haunting unlike anything they’ve ever seen. As they work to uncover the dark and painful history of the home, they also uncover the feelings they’ve been hiding from each other for years, just in time to face the most dangerous case of their career.

6. red and green are complimentary colours by ace_0fhearts [T, 87k]

►After the war Hermione manages to convince Harry to go back to Hogwarts for his eighth year. Expecting an uneventful year of classes and rooming with the other Gryffindor boys, he’s surprised when McGonagall tells him he’ll be sharing a room with Draco Malfoy. Now Harry has to get through a year of arguments and awkward silences. Or he would, if Malfoy would stop ignoring him and moping around the castle alone.

7. The Silence of Your Love by malfoypolix [T, 76k]

►People refuse to believe Voldemort’s back, even though Harry seems to be living proof of it, with Cedric’s death, and his loss of hearing. Why won’t anyone believe him, though? Draco doesn’t buy it - and he’s trying to catch him in the act to make a fool of Harry. Breaking his things, shouting his name, learning sign language to make fun of him - you name it. But suddenly, Draco's put in a position where he needs to learn sign language. And when the bloody Chosen One is the only one who knows it, you have to take what you can get. Despite their differences, they both have one thing in common now.

8. You Make It Feel Like Christmas by @trash-tears [M, 52k]

►[...] It’s only too bad that when Harry Potter—the youngest Head Auror in a century—happens to need Draco’s help with a case, a string of encounters ensues that turn Draco’s pre-perceptions of him on their head. To make matters even worse, Potter brings Draco tea, and carries his bags, and says things that are much too straightforward for comfort. And if it makes Draco question why he ever hated the speccy git in the first place, well, that’s no one else’s business but Draco’s… right? Will flying South for Christmas spare Draco from heartache? And does it make sense to salvage the dwindling fire with his elusive beau, or will the kindle of a new flame give Christmas a whole new meaning?

9. The house upon the hill by HedgehogWrites [M, 47k]

►Draco has a hard life. His relationship isn’t healthy and he struggles every single day. Until that one day when everything changes and he meets an old… yeah, what exactly? Enemy? Friend?

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►Harry was still a baby when he defeated Voldemort, great, you tell me. Well, you’re wrong, Harry was an orphan and everyone feared him. After all who would take care of a child so powerful to defeat the Dark Lord himself, he would inevitably become like him. And yet one person desired it, and Harry’s fate was completely changed.

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►Scorpius' most favourite bedtime story? The story of how his parents fell in love. And his grandmother tells it the best!

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►In which Harry gets divorced, Draco puts a TV room in Malfoy Manor, and Greg proves that he belonged in Slytherin all along.

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jarofstyles · 1 year

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Cozy

Hello… we’ve got mountainrry author and hairdresser y/n here 🍂 I hope you enjoy!

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WC: around 3k

WC/ around 3k

I hope you enjoy. I will do a part 2 if you’d like 🔮

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If there was one word she would use to to describe Harry, it was Cozy.

Y/N had never met someone who was so… soft. So warm in her life. He radiated the heat and comfort that a fireplace did on a snowy winters day. It made a lot of sense, considering where they lived.

Harry thought better in the woods. Being a writer, it was easier to keep his mind at ease when he was mostly alone. He had tried a plethora of places to try and write. Coffee shops worked out alright at first but the smell of coffee was too tempting and it messed with his stomach. The park was beautiful but one too many footballs to the head made him rethink it. It was a step in the right direction, though. Nature seemed to soothe his racing mind and have him be able to focus on the words he was writing versus the thoughts swirling around his head.

It had been trial and terror but somehow, he had managed to write his first number one best seller when he spent a month in a cabin in a mountain town. The inspiration never seemed to dry up, and it prompted him to take the generous earnings he made from the freelance writing he did on the side to buy his own cabin, not too far away.

It was this beautiful town he was eternally grateful for. It’s his oasis, his home, and where he met his lover.

Y/N had been a beautiful surprise packaged in a hairdressing apron. He had let his locks get overgrown being holed up while he wrote. It was to the point that his mother told him she would fly out to take scissors to his head if he didn’t go and get it done as soon as he could, which resulted in Harry taking his cell phone and searching the nearest salon.

It landed upon Sweet Thang. A smaller, up and coming salon in the little ski town he now resided in. The reviews looked fantastic, his mop needed a trim desperately, and it was only 10 minutes down the mountain. So he hopped in his truck and got down to thee town, finding a space on the street and headed into the salon, only to get the surprise of his life.

Y/N was immediately someone who he wanted. He was blown away with just how soothing her voice was, how she had managed to knock him out of his quiet, reserved space he usually got into when writing and made him want to talk. Which he did. Harry chatted and laughed with the pretty hairdresser with magic hands and the ability to relax him with her voice and a simple head massage. He had never clicked with someone so quickly in his life, which led to him asking her on a date after the best haircut of his life.

A year later, he was deeply in love, moved to the same little town they met and writing his 3rd best seller (fingers crossed) while he waited for her to come back home. Sitting in their dining room, his laptop sat on the oak table while the snow fell on the growing blanket, inches piling up soon. The man had woken up after she left with a kiss to his forehead and decided to work in their brightly lit common area today, needing the slight change of scenery. He moved about the house depending on the mood of the scenes he was writing.

His ears perked up as he heard the garage door mechanics pulling up, alerted to the fact his soon to be wife was now home. They’d moved fast, sure, but Harry didn’t have a single doubt. Their first date, he knew she would be his. Of course it was probably a bit of the romantic in him, he was a fucking writer after all, but he adored her. Worshipped the ground the woman walked on. He stood from the chair, stretching his back and winching at the cracks before making his way to the kettle. Every day she went to work, he made sure to have the kettle going when she arrived home from work. Her post day ritual of her herbal teas was adopted by him, taking down two mugs as his body giddily waited for her to walk inside.

“Honey, I’m hoooome.”

The sweet voice brought a grin to his face, leaning his ass against the counter as he watched her plop her snowy boots on the weather tray and hang her tote bag on the hooks harry had installed after he had tripped on her totes one too many times. Considering he stayed home most of the time, he was usually the one to work on the house. She was on her feet all day anyways.

“There y’are, mt gorgeous girl.” His voice traveled to her as her socked feet padded over to his tall frame. Immediately, she sank into his warm embrace, snuggling into the soft sweater he had put on to keep the chill out. He always chose the coziest things, but especially because of this moment. The time of day she would come home in the winter and seek out his heat, his comfort. A soft hiss left his teeth as he stroked her cold hair, pulling her closer as he kissed the top of her head.

“Freezing’ out there, isn’t it? Even just putting stuff away in the garage got you all frosty.” He sighed, not liking her being cold at all. Harry kept the fire stoked all day, taking breaks for his own brain to feed the fire and mess around so the house was toasty for his love to come home to. He had never felt such a compulsion to take care of someone before Y/N. Now it was a pleasure, second nature.

“Mhm. But I knew you’d have it feeling good at home.” She got on her toe, giving a peck to his lips before burying her face into his neck. Her cold nose made him wince but he didn’t pull away, instead enjoyed how she rubbed it back and forth on the heated skin, Y/N knew how creepy it sounded but she never felt close enough. Part of her wanted to crawl under his sweater and simply listen to his heart and feel his hands run up and dow her back for the rest of time.

“Made sure the fire was on all day. I’ll have to chop some wood tomorrow, though. Tea water is on for now,, wasn’t sure if you’d want jasmine, chamomile or mint.” She usually switched between the three while harry settled with his standard.

“Thank you, my angel.” Y/N sighed against his neck, kissing delicately over the vein there. “I can see you’re writing the softer stuff today.”

Harry had a series of predictable patterns. If he was writing lighter, softer things, it was in the brightly lit dinging room, open to the living room. Intimate scenes he wrote at the desk of their bedroom. More intense, dramatic scenes would be written in his home office. There was a space for everything. Outdoors in the summmer would be a wild card, though.

“Mhm. More world building. Dynamics forming. You know the same old.” He sighed, inhaling a deeper breath as she let her weight sag into him. He stroked over her back, going under her cardigan to the thin black tee shirt she had underneath. Y/N smelled like shampoo, the green apple and mint kind. It was his favorite thing, he thinks. “Made some muffins this morning for breakfast. And I’ve got pizza cooking in the oven now. Made the one with the peppers for me and your specialty one for you.” It had been a later day at ther salon as the holidays approached, and Harry tried not to complain. She had the whole week off starting now, and he knew her hands could use it.

“How’s your wrist?” Her wrist had been giving her some trouble lately with how much she moved them, Harry suspected some carpal tunnel. He knew all too well about it considering he had his bouts with it and typing. “Wear your brace today?”

A black bandage covered wrist escaped from behind him, raising up to show his eyes before going back behind him to cling to his solid form. “Yeah. Bothered me when I was using the scissors most but the brace helped. Don’t say I told you so.” She pepped, hiding her face in his shirt because yes. Harry had in fact told her so when she had been skeptical.

“I would never.” He smirked though, and she could feel it against the top of her head. “M’just glad it made it hurt less. Don’t like my girl in any pain. I remember how badly it can hurt. Remember? That’s why you showed me the wrist elevating mouse pad. Worked wonders for me. No shame. You’re working hard, but that’s why you’re getting your break now, hm?” He gently peeled her back so he could look at her face, polished fingers cupping her warming face. His glasses were on, a favorite yummy look of hers on him, stubble growing on his jaw. Harry looked delicious, if she did say so herself.

“Yeah.” She sighed, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders. “And that means you’ve got to take more breaks during the day to give me attention.” She blinked at him a few times, utterly serious. Harry could get into the zone and forget the house was bringing around him, so she wanted him to be aware.

“Of course. My favorite little distraction will be walking about. Probably in my sweaters because on top of being distracting, she’s a silly little thief.” He squeezed her cheeks together to make her lips pout, kissing them sweetly as she humphed in protest. “Plus, think I need a trim myself. So I hope you’re well versed in using kitchen scissors to cut-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” She placed a hand on his mouth. Her faux snarl melted when he kissed the palm over his lips, letting it move to scratch the stubble. “I like this. Keep it for a bit, for me. At least this week.” She felt it under her fingertips, moving back and forth on the texture of the hair on his chin and jaw. It was a personal favorite of hers, when he let it grow out just for her.

“Hmm. I can.” He smiled lazily, leaning his cheek into her touch. “But then I don’t want you complaining about carpet burn down there. Know your thighs are extra sensitive to it. I plan to spend all my free time there.” There was that mischievous glint in his eyes, but for once she was looking forward to said shenanigans. When they surrounded her pleasure, she truly couldn’t complain.

“Oh? Is that the type of week we’re having?” Manicured nails gripped his soft sweater, kicking a leg up behind her as she batted her lashes. Y/N looked ridiculous but he loved her, so he just laughed, pinching her hip lightly to make her cut it out. The little yelp was cut off with his mouth, successfully quieting her with a sweet kiss. Slightly obnoxious when he made a ‘mmmmm’ sound against them, making her want to giggle but refusing to pull away.

When she found an escape, a gasp was exaggerated at the extended kiss. “You tried to suffocate me!” The accusation held no weight, flopping right back on to his chest. Harry’s cheeks were slightly sore from the size of his smile. Moments like this, the domestic and cute were things he often dreamt about. Now he had his forever muse. The sole inspiration behind half of the feelings of love and yearning in his writing.

“I would apologize….” He trailed off, sneakily grabbing under her thighs and picking her up to set her ass on the counter. “But I am not sorry.”

The beep of the oven cut her off, Harry leaving her sitting on the island while she kicked her feet in protest.

It was something else. Watching his hand slip into the checkered oven mitt, sliding the pizza pans out of the over one by one and setting them on the counter to cool. The smell was incredible and her mouth was already watering, thinking about how good it had been last time. Harry was an incredible cook, especially with his spin offs to Pinterest recipes.

Watching him bop about the kitchen was somewhat arousing, too. Seeing his broad back as he picked things up, set them down, cut into things. Watching him pop a finger into his mouth to ‘clean it off’. The concentrated look on his face and the purse of his lips when he tried to get exact measurements. Y/N mourned the loss of that experience today. Damn work.

“Sexy little househusband.” She cooed, peeling her cardigan off and tossing it onto the nearby stool. He loved sitting her on the counter instead, and every time she tried fo ask why he would shush her. So rather than fight it, she accepted the inevitable. “Making me food when I get home, cleaning the house. It does things to a woman, y’know.” Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she made a show of looking him up and down- because god damn, those pants did him some real service- and she giggled at the raised brow he gave her while he put the overhead fan on.

“Oh? You are something else.” He sighed, returning to her open thighs. His hand settled on her hip while the other grazed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the opposite. “I’ll gladly be your sexy little househusband. As long as you let me write my books that sell millions of copies and sit in my chair while you do the head massage thing…”

He was so cute. Y/N had learned early on that her cause of death would probably be him.’ Harry being too cute’ plastered on her headstone. It was a nice way to go out, she thinks.

“Oh, you’re good.” She mumbled, taking each side of his face in her palms and squeezed a little to make his lips push out, kissing the wet pout. “Too good. I’m gonna give you such good head tonight. Mind blowing. Show stopping. Ridiculous. Pizza and being cute. Too much for me to handle.”

This made Harry perk up. Immediately. Of course it would- but he was particularly fond of her mouth. The things it could do and the words that came out of it. It was a never ending stream of love that flowed from him right to her, and it always felt matched. Reciprocated.

“There will not be a single complaint from me.” He said, slightly slurred because she had his lips squished with her hands on his cheeks. “Sounds good. Perfect? Actually. Let me block out my calendar. Next chapter can wait. Please.” He leaned forward and caught her lips again, the hands on her lover's cheeks loosening as he tugged her body to be flush against his. Indulging in a dirtier kiss, a hand straying to his hair and brushing it out of his face while he slipped under her tee shirt to feel the hot skin of her back again. Harry swore he would never get enough of this. Even in its simplicity, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

“Dork.” The word was mumbled against his lips, the buzzing feeling in the now slightly swollen flesh making her smile. “That was too sexy of a kiss. I need to eat some pizza and take a shower before any sort of intimacy happens. I smell like developer and shampoo.” She pushed his chest a little, making him sulk. Harry didn’t care either way, but he wanted her comfortable. Plus, in his mind, that meant she was going to put on sexy panties. Or none. He would love that.

“Fine. I need you fed and energized. The week break is going to be a lot of fun for us… so I need to make sure your in tip top shape. Especially if you’re going to be living with me inside of you. My beautiful girl…” he sighed, eyes taking in her face again. “Got spoiled rotten with you. Didn’t I?” The switch between dirty and sweet could give anyone else whiplash, but Y/N simply grinned.

“You did indeed. Now feed me and let me shower, househusband. Let me start this week off with a bang.” The woman didn’t even need to look up to know his mouth was open to retort something filthy. “And you should keep that mouth quiet if you want it to happen.”

Y/N didn’t hear a peep as she plated the pizza, smirking to herself all the while she heard the snap and crackle of a new record being put on.

She was home.

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lovehollyberry · 5 months

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Holly Berry

(Fire Emblem Three Houses Ver.)

An odd, but charming student at Garrech Mach’s Officers Academy. Claims to be from Fodlan, yet knows little of its culture. For seeming so naive she is quite skilled at magic. She can often be found scouring the monastery searching for her soulmate. A member of the Blue Lions House.

Though she believes she is rather smooth in fooling everyone, it’s quite obvious that she’s not who she claims to be. In truth, Holly is the Princess of Morfis. Against her parents wishes, she traveled to Fodlan in order to learn more about the world. She assumes an alias in order to keep her true identity a secret

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✦Personality✦

Excited to be in Fodlan, she’s constantly asking questions that would seem obvious to someone born there. Her naivety coupled with her cheerfulness makes her come across as childish to others. Despite that, Holly is exceptionally intelligent. As Princess of Morfis, Holly was trained in magic from a young age. Advancing quickly, she’s able to cast the most difficult of spells in spite of her young age. She excels in reasoning and logic, making formidable battle strategies. With her charisma she leads others with ease, but one should be wary as she’s just as cunning as she is cute.

✦General Information✦

✧ Name: Lǐ Méi Huā (李梅花)

✧ Aliases: Holly Berry

✧ Birthday: 4th of The Red Wolf Moon

✧ Age: 16-17 (Pre-Timeskip), 22-23 (Post-Timeskip)

✧ Height: 153 cm

✧ Crest: The Mark of Resilience

(Unit recovers up to 10% of max HP at the start of each turn. The lower the units HP, the higher the bonus added to Atk/Spd.)

(Acts similar to a Crest, but is not a Crest)

✧ Affiliation: Holy Kingdom of Faerghus

✧ Status: Is Secretly The Princess of Morfis

✦Class✦

✧ Class: Commoner (Pre-Timeskip), Dancer (Post-Timeskip)

✧ Strengths: Sword, Bow, Reason, Faith, Authority

✧ Weaknesses: Axe, Brawling, Heavy Armor

✧ Budding Talent: Flying

✧ Personal Ability: Disarming Voice

(Foes within 2 spaces suffer Def/Res -7 during combat)

✦Likes and Dislikes✦

✧ Interests: Singing and Dancing, Daydreaming

✧ Likes: Ribbons, Cute Things, Sweets, Fairytales

✧ Dislikes: Bugs, Extreme Heat, Puzzles

#Holly #berry bunch #berry art #fire emblem #fire emblem oc #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h oc

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omgkalyppso · 7 months

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Fae isn't my oldest Fire Emblem OC but they're certainly my most personal. They've not changed as much as it may seem, but my ability at splicing and editing sprites has improved since I started out.

@fe-oc-week Day 1: Introductions

Fae is often my My Unit / Byleth OC, with the Crest of Flames and the child of Geralt (intentional misspelling), but more lately I've been exploring them through a Student AU where they have a stronger connection to their culture (the Oghma people), they have polyamorous parents, and their genderfluid brother Zoran; not to mention their Major Crest of Cethleann.

It's AU's galore for this oc. Canon-compliant, existing in the background of timelines that more strongly feature friends' oc's, magical and monstrous, modern and indulgent.

I haven't yet properly written for them and my My Unit / Shez OC Avery, but I think of them, and speak of them with friends.

All of Fae's au's feature Claude, Hilda and Lorenz however, the quartet often referred to by people who know me as my ot4 (no other qualifiers needed) (an ot5 now with Avery, when he's around). I also like featuring a strong relationship - friendship or familial (cousins) between Fae and Linhardt when there's room for it.

As a student, they would start in the Golden Deer House, and would be strongly inclined to VW. Despite being Adrestian by birth, Fae probably would only otherwise recover from their post-war heartaches in AM.

I'll save more for Relationships and Backstory day.

Here's some extra content:

Instruct

Bad: Sorry. Could you explain it again?

Critique: Thanks. I’ll add it to a list.

Console: I appreciate that.

Great: You know? This is fun.

Great: Now this I’ll remember.

Perfect: Your guidance goes a long way.

Praise: Don’t worry about saying all that.

Favorite Tea: Honeyed-Fruit Blend, Almyran Pine Needles, Rose Petal Blend

Subject Strength: Sword, Authority, Faith

Subject Weakness: Flying, Horseback, Bow

Budding Talent: Reason

Lost Items:

Beaded Mittens. Description: Worn mittens with sheep beaded on the palms. They probably belong to someone who is used to hand-me-downs.

Cloth Swimming Bonnet. Description: A cloth bonnet to prevent one’s hair from tangling. It probably belongs to someone who is fond of swimming.

Used Notebook. Description: A notebook full of lists, like recipes and books to read. It probably belongs to someone who is prone to forgetting details.

Gifts: Gemstone Beads, Watering Can, Ceremonial Sword

Dining Hall:

Favorite Dish: Sweet and Salty whitefish Sauté

Disliked Dish: Fish Sandwich

Seminar:

Primary: Authority

Secondary: Faith

A seminar on practical etiquette for celebrating cultural diversity across Fodlan and beyond.

I argue it isn't entirely unreasonable based on the description of Mercedes' seminar, "A seminar on connecting with other people and helping them explore how using magic best suit them personally." I'm sure from Goneril, to Gautier, to Enbarr, there's enough difference to discuss politics at a commoner's level and have some fun with religious holidays, etc. Give me Petra and Sylvain as active members of the class and Dedue and Ferdinand as quiet observers mechanically; and Fae needing to shout over the class leaders when this inevitably backfires narratively.

#faedolyn #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #long post

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ashs-random-writing · 7 months

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can you tell me anything more about the wings and classification system and everything else from you Glass Wings one-shot? I’m really curius!

I absolutely can!!!!!

Okay, so most of this will be under the cut, to not take up the whole dash, but first, here’s the link to the referenced story:

Now, onto lore!!!

Crystal fairies:

Crystal fairies are the second most common species of fairy that lives in the fairy world. Their wings can be clear, like Roman’s, or more like stained glass windows and be a whole range of colours!

Some crystal fairies will wear ‘wing armour’, to protect their fragile wings, though not all choose that as it weighs them down somewhat when flying.

It’s pretty common to see crystal fairies with wing scars, think white lines in jagged shapes along the wings, but for the wings to be completely shattered like they were to Roman is actually pretty rare, so he might have gotten the short end of the stick there.

Stone fairies:

Stone fairies, like mentioned in the story, are one of the rarer fairy types. They have higher magical abilities than their peers, hence why over half carry a staff rather than just a cane or walking stick

When stressed, the magic that comes out of them can create moss that grows on the wings and can hurt the fairy if left untended to. They have a hard time traversing uneven ground or walking fast, due to the very heavy weight that is attached to their backs.

Some use mobility devices that roll along while the fairy stands on top, and it keeps the ground on it completely level and holds virtually no risk of falling.

As they grow older, the stone from their wings spreads further into their body, and at the end of their natural lifespan, they become basically miniature statues. Fairy graveyards have stone fairy ‘statues’ on pedestals, each with their own memorial descriptors

Butterfly fairies:

These are the type of fairy that you probably think of when you think of fairies.

They have minimal magical abilities, though have a lot of numbers. In fact they are the most common fairy type.

They are great at flying, not having to worry about fragility or weight.

Gifts:

Gifts are given by a select person that the parents choose, the day after the fairy is born. Common gifts include Adventurous Spirit (magical ADHD)

Logical mind (magical autism)

Pure heart (makes someone who is far too trusting. You have to mess up really bad to get in their bad books)

Friendly face (makes people feel very at home with you, leads to a lot of over sharing)

Etc, etc.

Accessibility:

As most fairies can fly just fine, a lot of houses are high in the trees, with no ladder or any kind of thing to help people get up into it

Those that do have ladders aren’t usually made with stone fairies in mind. Stone fairies cannot climb a normal ladder, once again because of their wings, and would require stairs with a large surface area. As stone fairies tend to be a very small minority, these issues aren’t often addressed

Most stone fairies have to build on the ground and not do business with anything up high or risk falling from a tree and very possible death.

Wings in general:

Wings grow in at about two months old. Until then, there is absolutely no indication as to what wings the child will grow, as it’s not genetic.

This is why wings and gifts can sometimes clash with each other and cause problems like seen in the story. Having magical ADHD and very fragile body parts is an unfortunate combination.

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I love sharing lore :3

#sanders sides gt #sanders sides g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t #lore dump #fairies

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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I like to think venti would really love Disney and studio gibili movies, especially the princess movies, he be thinking of himself as a knight that saves the princess(the reader). Or the Disney faries? I mean faries and him both fly so there’s something in common. Just sit him down for a Disney movie marathon and by the end of one marathon he be singing all the Disney songs.

I love studio ghibli movies with all my heart I could talk about them for hours fr, I tried to think hard about what his favorite ghibli movie would be and I can't decide between Totoro for the fun whimsical aspects (the soot sprites are adorable and kind of remind me of how I think wind wisps would act, plus the big ass tree which houses an ancient god that has the ability to ride on wind *cough cough*) or Princess Monoke, which is obviously a completely different vibe but it's just a really strong message of humanity vs nature and gods (plus the forest spirits are absolutely adorable and also remind me of wind wisps)

Thinking on it further, it's kind of weird looking at some of the similarities between Khaenri'ah and Laputa from Castle in the Sky, both being incredibly technologically advanced human made cities that ended in ruin, not to mention had giant robots used as weapons that are consistently seen overgrown, you could probably make an interesting au with that

It's also mildly interesting how many ghibli movies reference the wind, like The Wind Rises (which I've heard Scara say about a million times now) and Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Anyway, since I could ramble on about this forever, moving on to Disney, which regrettably I didn't get as much into

I really don't know if he could ever truly see himself as the knight or prince who "slays the dragon", in game he pretty adamant about being the storyteller for those types of people, claiming to follow the traveler on their adventure because that's just what bards do, and his best friend's a dragon too lmao

He'd probably get into the genre anyway because they are similar types of heroic stories that he's familiar with, assuming we're talking about older classic Disney which contains a lot of those tropes, but it would be difficult for him to see himself in any of those characters because a lot of them are way more serious and less whimsical and free, he would probably relate more to the fairies and animals and occasional drunk tavern-going side character

(As cliche as it is to say, I think the most comparisons I can see is with Peter Pan, I mean green wearing childlike in behavior musically inclined hangs out with mythical creatures can fly and whole philosophy is living leisurely/freely? I couldn't not bring it up—)

And really he would totally learn all the songs that you like just in general, movie or otherwise, because he just has to be prepared to serenade you at any given moment of course, it's like a staple of his personality

But I think the best part we're overlooking is just movie marathon with Venti, laying together on a bed or couch covered in blankets with and unlimited supply of snacks while you get to watch his eyes just light up at the magic of animation, getting to rewatch all the movies you haven't touched in a handful of years yourself, a perfect evening

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #brainrot #ghibli is my jam and if you want another five pages of comparisons I could probably provide #there's so many fantastic fantasy aspects and really deep themes that are just perfect

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birlwrites · 5 months

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What is your version of Hogwarts' uniform like? (The everyday one and the Quidditch one)

okay SO

i think of the everyday uniform as having a few layers, but the ESSENTIAL elements are the shirt, tie, and robe. shirt is just a white long-sleeved button-down, tie is striped tie with house colors, and the robe resembles a graduation gown (picture of one that's not black so you can see the seams better):

it's a workrobe, which means it's ankle-length (often a little longer for first and second years, as they'll grow, but they can't be too much longer or they'll be an inconvenient length, so it's common for people to have robes that are kind of short on them by the end of the year (which would be, like, hitting slightly above the ankle), sleeves hit at the wrist, and the fabric isn't at all tight but it's relatively closely fitted (despite the pleats) to minimize the chances of fabric swinging around and getting in the way/getting splashed with dangerous substances/attacked by plants/etc

shoes: no particular dress code there, although certain classes may require close-toed shoes/shoes you don't mind getting dirty. i think leather shoes are common for kids from magical families - dragonhide or something else Fancy if you're rich. canvas shoes are something creeping in from the muggle world so only really seen on people who live in non-magical neighborhoods (and actually go out into those neighborhoods lmao). i haven't thought very much about socks

people will often wear trousers (or sometimes a skirt) under their robe as well, for warmth and/or modesty, as even though the robes aren't super loose, they are still loose and something like wind can cause issues for both temperature and 'blowing your clothes all over the place' reasons. first-years need trousers for flying lessons, as attempting to fly in a robe will hamper your ability to move your legs unless it's only fastened over the chest (or not at all, but it would probably slide off your shoulders as you flew). they're also considered a basically-essential component of attending potions and astronomy, for temperature reasons

wearing your school robe open over the rest of your uniform would be kind of like... not unacceptable, but mcgonagall would tell you to button it up the second you set foot in your classroom. kind of like walking around in your workout clothes - it's not a question of modesty (provided you're wearing trousers/a long skirt), but rather of formality

quidditch: long-sleeved shirt and... hm how do i describe my mental image of this. ok so like, trousers that are fitted but also pretty thick. you need to be able to move your legs freely, but sitting on a broom isn't all that comfortable, and it's also a (very minimal) layer of protection in case you get hit by a bludger. it also has that strap to go under the arch of your foot to keep it in place

the real protection is over your torso, because that's where your vital organs are - leather armor w a front and back piece, going from your waist up to your neck. sides aren't really covered for freedom of movement, so you've got like... let's say a 4-inch-wide strip on either side that doesn't have armor. (limbs don't get this protection because eh, who hasn't broken a limb playing quidditch, it's totally fine)

players also need leather gloves - these are meant to protect your hands from the broom handle in case of long matches, but seekers Must have fingerless gloves bc of snitch flesh memories, and chasers and keepers usually have fingerless gloves as well so they can grip better. beaters often have their whole hands covered bc they have to wield a bat for the entire game

and then over all of that you have your team robe. shirt and trousers will generally be in your team's base color, and people don't always wear the robe for practice (except just to calibrate for flying with it). team robe has both your team's colors and a number and surname. numbers are always 01-07 at hogwarts, with any reserves (which are uncommon) starting at 08. chasers are typically 01-03, keeper is 04, beaters are 05 and 06, and seeker is 07. this pattern continues for the reserves. in the pro leagues, numbering is more like 'you pick Your Number and you Keep It', but at hogwarts they don't want to deal with that shit

it makes perfect sense for players to wear helmets but i simply cannot see it in my mind's eye so they don't. this is why concussions are so common in a sport that is not, strictly speaking, a contact sport. it also makes perfect sense for players to wear goggles but again i simply cannot see it so they do not. something something can't obstruct vision something something snitch

quidditch robes are fairly different from a normal robe: they cut away below the waist, and they hit at about the back of the knee, rendering them more like a jacket with a train (that begins to taper inward about mid-thigh and then ends in a point). they're very closely fitted, and made of a very flexible fabric so they don't impede movement.

last component is shoes - leather again, low-top, with a low block heel. this is so that you can brace against the broom - there's a small crosswise bar at the back, right before the... i don't know what that's called. the bristles? the sweepy part? you know, the end bit. ANYWAY there's a bar in front of that part where people can brace their feet, makes it a lot easier to steer and stay on your broom esp when you're going fast. this is why it's important to calibrate broom size to your height - if the broom is too big for you, then you can't comfortably brace your feet and keep a grip at the end of the handle, and that'll make your steering awkward since you'll be trying to steer from the middle of the broom

shoes, gloves, and armor generally don't vary from team to team, and they're normally brown. pro teams might sometimes have them made in team colors, but at hogwarts they are brown. and they're similar to the brooms in that hogwarts has them on hand and can issue them to you, but people will buy their own if they can so they can get new ones - gloves are by far the most common thing to buy yourself, followed by shoes, and then armor. it depends on a) how serious you are about quidditch or b) how much money you have for random shit like that

the newer the gloves and shoes are, the thinner the leather tends to be - the goal is always maximum protection with minimum bulk and also minimum break-in time. so some people do upgrade. in the pro leagues, they'll probably go through a pair of gloves a season - at hogwarts, the standard for 'functional quidditch gloves' is very much at 'functional' rather than 'high-performing,' and the practice and game schedules are also much less intense, so most people wouldn't have any reason to get new gloves more than every few years. (also, if your gloves are older, they're probably thicker and won't wear out as fast.) the main reason to get new ones would be 'i am a tween who is not done growing and my gloves/shoes don't fit me anymore' (shoes don't wear out as fast as gloves do since they're really just there to cover your feet and provide a heel to use to brace, plus they're low-top so they don't need to be as flexible as the gloves do since your ankles aren't covered by them)

#atfhv worldbuilding #dark lord wip #should i make an inbox tag #most of this also applies to lachrimae #the only real difference is the 'open robe over shirt and trousers' thing #which is much more normal everyday wear in lachrimae

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xx-emi-chan-xx · 1 year

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THE SMURFS - Pegasette Ref Sheet

Also Known As: "Peggie" (General)

''Fish face, Granny'' (by Storm)

''Sweetheart'' (by Handy Smurf)

Gender: Female

Race: Spirit (previously)

Smurf (curret)

Nationality: Earth

Occupation: Guardian

Alignment: Good

Marital Status: Single (previously)

Taken by Handy smurf (curret)

Known Relations: The Smurfettes (adopted Family)

Mother Nature (Creator/Mother)

Leaf the fairy (job partner)

Residence: Her tree house

:Name Translation of Pegasette Smurfette::

French - La Schtroumpfette ailée

Spanish - La Pitufina Alada

German - Die Geflügelte Schlumpfine

Italian - La Puffetta Alata

Dutch - De Gevleugelde Smurfin

Background Information:

Mother Nature's second in command. Pegasette was created with the purpose of helping to take care of some tasks in the world after its creator's retirement.

Pegasette is eccentric and has an optimistic way of looking at everything. Unfortunately, she takes jokes and hyperbole too literally. A free spirit, she is smart and curious, always willing to help someone even when not asked.

Role in the Village:

Pegasette rarely stays in the village, as she is too busy to worry about day-to-day living. However, when she is nearby, she helps the village with her abilities. Like helping the farmer in his garden with rain clouds, teaching Papa smurf natural spells, making Clumsy's dreams of flying come true. As time passes in the village, she tries to learn common activities such as cooking, sewing and writing. She does this to feel more alive as a real being and to have some place in society as her former life was lonely and spiritual only.

;Relationship;

Relationship with Mother Nature - Pegasette and Mother Nature have a relationship of mutual respect between them. They have a strong bond, as water is Mother Earth's lifeblood. She does everything to help her creator and make her proud, because mother nature was kind enough to choose her spiritual element just to have a physical body and be a guardian.

Relationship with Willow - Willow shares a mother-daughter relationship with her. As old as her spirit is, Willow still considers her one of her little smurfettes and helps her settle into this new world. Willow took it upon herself to give Peggie a home and love in the first months of raising Peggie, so the two formed a strong bond, sharing the art of natural magic and their knowledge.

Relationship with Handy Smurf - Handy is currently the only Smurf with a romantic interest in Pegasette. He adores her and makes her feel like the most amazing person who ever lived, as well as being one of the smurfs that is trying to teach her everything about the world and the society they live in. His genuine love and fascination for her is apparent in every interaction they share, and she reciprocates his sentiment. Handy doesn't care about his spiritual age, even though that is one of the reasons he is mocked by the other smurfs. The day Handy really won the spirit's heart was when he got the idea to use his jet pack to fly with her, a gesture that made the girl cry.

Relationship with Smurflily - Smurflily is Pegasette's best friend, the two are like sisters despite their differences. Lily is one of the smurfs who is guiding Peggie through her desire to fit in with a place among physical creatures. Both love training together and share the same love of cooking.

Relationship with Smurfette – Smurfette has a certain admiration for Pegasette. She feels identified by their similar origins, as well as being physically different from regular smurfs.

::TRIVIA::

- She is specifically responsible for the weather and everything related to water, including animals

-She has the body and appearance of an adult smurf, but since her true form is the water spirit of the planet, her age can be the same as Earth and Mother Nature, approximately 4.5 billion years old.

- After her creation, she had to share tasks with Leaf, leaving Pegasette with the weather and water, and Leaf with the land and nature in general. Pegasette has a neutral relationship with Leaf, as she believes that the fairy is too young to have the greater responsibility of replacing Mother Nature.

- Pegasette gets sick easily, especially with river pollution. When she's like this, the mood is confusing and overwhelming.

- Pegasette is originally a spirit, which means that she has never interacted with anything or anyone and therefore she does not know the customs of the land. This makes her very curious and almost always gets into trouble.

- Despite being older than everyone else, she still obeys Willow and treats her like a wise old woman. - Although her spirit is immortal, her smurf body can die. - She hates being called old.

#smurfette #smurfs 2021 #smurf #ref sheet #OC #the smurfs

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mye-chi · 7 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀HOUSES ── opal

Okhasis Prepatory School for Promising Mages is a prestigious institution that trains its students in the ways of magic, weapons, and other talents. Most notable is its housing system modeled after the six divine warriors.

In the beginning of their first year, students select the house which best suit their interests. In addition to basic classes, a student's house will decide their course of studies and seating arrangements during school-wide events such as the Beauty Festa or Grand Magic Games.

While it is tradition for students to remain with the house they pick until graduation, no child stays the same for six years, therefore it is encouraged for students to switch houses as they deem appropriate.

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I. CECILIA

The House of Cecilia, built in Irene's likeness, is focused on restoration and harnessing the powers of the natural world. Although Cecilia students are often perceived as feeble healers, the top alumni are capable of releasing the untamed wrath of nature—twisting briars to spring from the ground to ensnare enemies, summoning rain clouds to smother the flames of a fire, and restoring life to its former glory. Much like the Mother Goddess herself, Cecilia graduates become indispensable in the domains of combat or humanitarian aid.

The House of Cecilia's distinguishing color is lavender and it's emblem is a closed eye shedding five tears.

II. SOLEIL

The House of Soleil, built in Esmund's likeness, is dedicated to safeguarding and purging impurities. Soleil students are taught how to cast counterspells, create magical barriers, dispel or resist magic, and are generally known for their defensive nature. Most Soleil graduates intend on pursuing knighthood to protect their homeland or a position in the Ministry of Protection. As such, the House of Soleil is known for adopting a code of chivalry and promoting peace among the other houses.

(Although students from sister houses will often grumble," Soleil is really just the House of No." Inflicting damage? No. Buffs on allies? No. Magical restraints? No. Having fun on campus? No.)

The House of Soleil's distinguishing color is gold and it's emblem is a radiant sun.

III. VERENA

The House of Verena, built in Enki's likeness, is dedicated to unveiling the truths of the world. One distinctive feature of Verena is that its students are not required to expend mana, the magical energy that powers spells. Instead, Verena students are taught the occult disciplines of alchemy, runes, and divination.

Students are encouraged to blend their magic with traditional research and experimentation, resulting in alchemical bombs, the ability to read others' emotions, instantly appraising objects, and creating potions capable of altering reality. Verena graduates often pursue a greater career in academia or research institutions.

The House of Verena's distinguishing color is sea green and it's emblem is ouroboros.

IV. ASTORIA

The House of Astoria, built in Kul'zak's likeness, is centered on augmentation, a magical power that enables its practitioner to link their magic or imbue an object with magical essence. Despite the fact that Astoria students frequently lack the raw fighting prowess of their sister houses, their utility provides a huge boon. Students have the ability to enchant common weapons to give them magical powers, animate puppets to serve as servants, or enhance an ally's abilities beyond their normal capabilities.

Astoria graduates typically pursue a broad variety of occupations, much like the traveling divine warrior himself, although a sizable percentage have achieved success in the field of Magitek, magically enhanced technology.

The House of Astoria's distinguishing color is ultramarine and their emblem is a flying bluebird.

V. IRAE

The House of Irae, built in Menphia's likeness, places a strong emphasis on cultivating its students' innate magical powers. As opposed to its sister houses, which must obey the rules of nature, draw their magic from elsewhere, or dispel it entirely, students in the House of Irae are able to manifest the elements based on their natural affinity.

While a Verena's alchemically produced fireball will naturally fizzle out without material, the flame of an Irae student will continue to burn until its caster dismisses it. Irae pupils make up for their lack of variety with powerful, concentrated magical blasts, and their ranks are frequently seen in the militia of the knights.

The House of Irae's disgusting color is ruby and their emblem is a blazing flame.

VI. LUCINE

The House of Lucine, built in Shad's likeness, is the most controversial of the houses for its unique ability to manipulate the human body. Lucine students are trained to slow or accelerate heartbeats, influence their opponents' minds, possess bodies, and even control their own blood. Given the lethal nature of their study, Lucine students are frequently isolated from the rest of the student body and subject to strict regulations, though many worried parents have argued that this is insufficient.

When pressed why these pupils are still permitted to attend school, the headmaster responded that Lucine is no different from Cecilia, for both draw their power from life itself. Although many join their Soleil and Irae siblings in knighthood or even Cecilia in medical fields, the fate of Lucine graduates is largely sporadic.

The House of Lucine's disgusting color is silver and their emblem is an eclipsed moon

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#phew this took awhile to write up i couldn't figure out how to describe anything for the life of me #slapping a HUGE “subject to change” on this post so much stuff will probably get changed around im not decisive at all #specifically the colors / emblems / some of the flavor texts / the house studies themselves possibly #but i wanted to make this just so i could comfortably move on with discussing the au #( 🍰 ) ⸻ frills thoughts #aphmau #( 📚 ) ⸻ okhasis prep academy au

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the-gateway-to-madness · 3 months

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Mad's Akiridion Analyses: Nobility

and we're BACK

okay so i can't be the only one who's bothered by the massive disparity between royal akiridion anatomy and common akiridion anatomy, and also the fact that the monarchy has pretty much no sign of a noble class, which is kinda a Thing in monarchies usually

SO I KILLED TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE OBVIOUSLY- *ahem* Akiridion nobility, I think, would have more or less human anatomy, sporting five fingers similar to Royals, smaller but individualized core shapes, and two arms.

I also think rare members of each family would have particular, hereditary abilities to control Akiridion energy- sort of a counterpoint to Earth's magic, since I'm pretty much certain Akiridions were once magic-based and have since mostly lost any trace of that origin.

The Noble Houses would fall into three categories/guilds, called Anvrakyn, led by House Foremosts, generally an accomplished, respected, trusted member of the family and the one to represent the family on the Council.

Houses of the Peacekeepers' Anvrak: The people of these houses possess skills and powers that contribute to the diplomatic atmosphere of the Akiridion council. Houses of the Services Anvrak: The people of these houses possess skills and powers that contribute to the unity and function of the Akiridion council as a whole. Houses of the Combat Anvrak: The people of these houses possess skills and powers that contribute to the protection and strength of the Akiridion council. Fallen Houses: These houses temporarily or permanently lost their status by siding with Val Morando during his coup on Akiridion. The people of these houses are viewed with high suspicion.

I've come up with a number of Noble Houses to fill out the Akiridion court and Royal Council, a couple of which I gifted to friends to develop (Stroitel and Vysmatrivat, as y'all will see), so y'all can use any of the others (save for Okhrana, which is my own focal House) for whatever you want, but those three are only on this public list to balance out the number of Houses in each Anvrak, and are not open for use.

Tselitel: One of the oldest of the Akiridion noble families, rare members of this family have an ability to channel Akiridion energy in such a way that they can heal the wounds of others.

Council member: Ovuran Tselitel; post-coup, Isila Tselitel

Healing: Cannot, of course, revive the dead, though they can sustain intact cores for a short time. If they heal too much, they will pass out (to prevent them from giving so much energy as to kill themselves).

Stroitel, Not for Public Use: Inventors and architects of legendary skill.

Council member: Kyrus Stroitel

(Further development of this house done by a friend of mine, rather than by me- @crescentroseart on Instagram, I believe. All credit for these ideas goes to her.)

Groupthink:

Some members in House Stroitel have a strange ability to share ideas with one another without verbal or physical means. Those with this ability can be found heading the design and engineering aspects of large projects. The ability does not work over large distances, since the individuals need to touch to share the connection. However, there have been instances where two Stroitels have the same inspiration come to them via vision, usually around the same time, though this has not been researched thoroughly.

Okhotnik: Trackers and hunters, often called upon to find criminals.

Council member: Iloris Okhotnik; post-coup, Zenila Okhotnik

Tracking: Rare individuals have enhanced senses and can detect nearby life beings' precise location, no matter how they are hidden. This ability grows less and less precise the further away the life being is, and it works most clearly with other Akiridions.

Kryl'ya: Pilots that have been flying Akiridion's finest, fastest ships for generations.

Council member: Agura Kryl'ya; post-coup, Tirza Kryl'ya

Perevodchik: Gifted with languages, they've been top diplomats for Akiridion-5 for as long as anyone can remember.

Council member: Luvinia Perevodchik; post-coup Rekalos Perevodchik

Linguistics: Certain individuals have the ability to consciously allow themselves to understand any language they hear or read without learning it prior to exposure. This will wear them out much faster than simply translating languages learned over time.

† Okhrana, Not for Public Use: Skilled with strategy and combat, this house was wiped out by bounty hunters looking for sensitive information on the royals. Certain individuals had an ability to summon tools, weapons, and various other objects attached to their hands and wrists, referred to as "Summoners". They had been bound by blood and birth to protect the Royals as long as anyone could remember.

Last Council member: Korin Okhrana

Summoning: Certain Okhrana individuals can summon items attached to their wrists, such as grappling hooks and small knives or small artistic sculptures (though, the use of Summoning for trivial entertainment was greatly discouraged). However, they can only summon one thing a wrist at a time. They can summon on both wrists at once, but the rule above applies in that both wrists will manifest the same tool. There are no real limits on what the tool can be, but it can't be big, or sustained for too long, or they'll pass out. These individuals are marked by green hair and skin and a thin, human-like hair consistency rather than the usual clumping of other Akiridions; both traits appear to be a natural way of reserving energy for Summoning, as green light takes less energy to produce than blue.

Oath: Okhranas hold all members of their house to an oath made to the Royals centuries ago, and over time it shifted from a pledge of loyalty to a more and more unachievable standard that all members had to uphold. More and more rules were added as the oath was reinterpreted by various leaders; by the time of the Massacre, members of House Okhrana were not allowed to have romantic relationships with members of the Royal Houses, and even close friendship was somewhat discouraged.

The words of the Oath go as follows: 'By the light of my core and the right of my birth, I am bound to the protection and upholding of the righteous and rightful rulers of Akiridion-5, to set aside personal attachments for the sake of the throne, and to give myself entirely, in life, in sickness, in injury, and in death, to my Royals. I will live, walk, and breathe as a sacrifice upon the altar of the Royals' future. Let my bones be broken, my coreslick spilled, and my core splintered for the sake of their call; let my body, my mind, and my soul be torn from me in service to the upholding of Akiridion. Such is my vow and such shall I be.'

The Okhrana Massacre: A group of bounty hunters with a strange ship that phases in and out of our plane of existence, known as the A'dar-ahk Auvon, or Talons of the Void, learned of the existence of Gaylen's Core. Knowing that House Okhrana was highly trusted, they gave the option for the Okhranas to hand over the location of Gaylen's Core or be killed. The Okhranas chose the latter… though, either way the House leaders had chosen not to learn anything about Gaylen's Core in an attempt to further protect the Royals.

Ispolnitel: Dancers, singers, artisans, and charismatic entertainers of all kinds.

Council member: Piyuvon Ispolnitel; post-coup, Zekkier Ispolnitel

Mirotvorets: Diplomats and negotiators that possess a natural flair for calming others and creating peace.

Council member: Tugar Mirotvorets; post-coup, Denar Mirotvorets (Not for Public Use)

Persuasion: Very rarely, individuals will have an enhanced ability to persuade others to do their will--it doesn't work on everyone, a bit like hypnosis, and it does not grant outright control over anyone.

Bronya: Widely considered the least intelligent of the Noble Houses (though this is more rumor and slander than truth), members of House Bronya are blessed with incredible strength and size, and many members even develop thick, calloused areas on the surface of their bodies- or, much more rarely, full-on bony, protective plates. They claim descent from Ingylth, the first councilor chosen by Seklos herself. The House Foremost takes the name Ingylth to honor that legacy for as long as they serve as leader of the House.

Council member: Vinlea “Ingylth” Bronya; post-coup, Kurmyr “Ingylth” Bronya

Armor: A handful of Bronyas develop bony plates on their bodies that can stop physical blades and lower-level serrator blasts, at the cost of tactile sensitivity in the armored regions.

Kuznets (Fallen): Another of Akiridion’s older houses, the people of this house are skilled in the craftsmanship of tools and weapons; they have played this role since before Akiridion-5 was spacefaring.

Post-coup council member: Velas Kuznets

Vysmatrivat (Fallen), Not for Public Use: The people of this house are highly intelligent and have a knack for collecting information. They are mainly researchers– though rumors persist that Vysmatrivats are also trained as spies.

Post-coup council member: Lumeya Vysmatrivat

(This is another house handed off to and developed by a friend, not by me, and for the life of me i cannot remember her instagram or any other social media i am so sorry to her and to everyone else but here:)

Most of the Vysmatrivat have a hard outer pair of incisor mandibles, the shell beginning at the bottom of the cheekbone and extending down. They have put this to their advantage. Vysmatrivat scholars’ odd habit of biting things has come in handy, as the vibrations produced in their upper teeth are fine tuned in the mandible/incisors and transfer the exact vibrational pattern of the object to their minds.

Strelok (Fallen): The people of House Strelok are renowned for their skill with serrators, particularly ranged weapons. Their skills as snipers are feared throughout the galaxy.

Post-coup council member: Ixana Strelok

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Anyway, the council gets changed out with each new generation of Royals on the throne and new House Foremosts are chosen accordingly.

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