#patron deity au
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bird of prey
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summary: Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them. Logan was not one of such cases. A little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant.
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Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them, but not always. Sometimes, multiple gods will try and claim you, but everyone eventually levels out to just one.
Oscar is one of those cases. The Piastri family god of hard work tried to claim him when he was an infant, but so did the goddess of sleep and dreams. Despite their family god’s best efforts, baby Oscar just took too many naps and had too big of dreams.
His patron, Poppy, is pretty chill, as her namesake suggests. His god is why he has “koala eyes”. She appreciates that he’s following his dreams but she doesn’t love that it’s in something so fast.
Logan was not one of such cases. The Sargeant family god of physical conflict did not once try to grab onto him as they did his brother and cousins. For a long time actually, his parents worried he wasn’t going to get a patron god at all, something that’s practically unheard of. But a little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight.
And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant. And, subsequently, how he got his middle name.
Unlike Oscar’s deity, many people claimed that Logan’s god would help him be a racing driver. And, they did, but only when Logan was doing poorly.
You see, Logan loved hunting down the cars in front of him, picking them off one by one. Logan often explains it to Oscar as a kind of tunnel vision. Many a shot have been captured of Logan’s eyes shining bright blue during a race. “Eagle-eyed” has never been such an apt descriptor.
But, Logan hated being hunted. He inevitably lost spots if he started on pole, even if he did manage to work himself back up most of the time. Logan has never and will never lead a race from start to finish.
But don’t think that stops him from winning. Logan’s best races happen when he starts from the back of the grid. His charges are legendary and unreplicable for someone who doesn’t get that whole-body focus that Logan gets. If Logan is behind you, he will catch you.
Oscar thinks about that now as he barely manages to squeeze Logan out from overtaking him.
“I’m not going to be able to keep this up, guys,” Oscar says, almost forgetting to press his comm button.
“There are just two more laps, Oscar, keep pushing, you’re doing great,” his race engineer says back to him. Oscar huffs and doesn’t respond.
They don’t get it. They’ve only seen Logan in F1 where he was convinced he wasn’t the biggest, nastiest bird in the air anymore. Something about the winter break had reminded Logan that he was a hunter. A killer. A bird of prey.
And right now? Oscar was the fucking prey. Damn, his koala eyes.
Logan gets past him for P6 just as they’re rounding the last corner to the checkered flag. Oscar does his best to use his DRS and get him on the straight, but Logan has already opened his wings and is soaring towards the finish line. Oscar sighs in frustration as he crosses in P7, two places below where he’d started.
Oscar parks his car and watches from the seat as Logan hops out of the #2 Williams into the arms of his engineers. He still looks like he’s flying. Oscar turns away and pulls himself out of his car, accepting fistbumps and back pats from his mechanics.
Oscar is sweaty and hot and tired. He can feel Poppy pulling on his eyelids, arguing for lying down right where he is and going to sleep. She’s always kind enough to stay out of the car for him, but as soon as he’s back on two feet, all bets are off. He’s just hoping she’ll let him get to the hotel this time.
Turns out falling asleep wasn’t the thing he had to worry about. It was being caught. Again.
Logan slams into his back and Oscar’s head spins as he’s pulled in a different direction than he was heading. He finds himself in a small doorway, slightly hidden from sight, with Logan pressed up to and wiggling against his chest.
The blond drags his face up across Oscar’s neck, letting out little excited huffs Oscar knows too well. He’s almost blinded by the shiny blue of Logan’s eagle eyes when his boyfriend finally looks at him.
“I beat you,” he says, unapologetically happy, not bothering to be gentle with him.
“Really, I didn’t notice, mate,” Oscar huffs, dragging a hand through his hair and then down his face. Logan’s high energy and Oscar’s low energy is a concentration gradient. Oscar ends up sucking up so much of the energy Logan is radiating, they both end up somewhere around normal.
Logan smiles remorsefully and tucks his face back into Oscar’s neck. Oscar lets him hide, not worried about letting a predator so close to his throat. Despite what some might think of his patron, Logan could never actually hurt anyone. Hunting is about necessity, not pain. He just lets the blond get out his excess energy by breathing in all of Oscar’s heady exhaustion.
“You’re really tired,” Logan comments, mouth squished up against Oscar’s shoulder. And, despite not being able to feel it at the moment, Oscar has to agree. Poppy is getting even more insistent that he sleeps, already trying to coax him with images of wonderful dreams he could be having.
His wedding day. He and Logan on the podium together again. His championship win. All very enticing thoughts.
“Mhm,” Oscar hums for lack of anything else to say. Logan pulls back and sweeps Oscar’s hair away from his forehead so he can see his eyes.
This happens whenever Logan battles someone near the end of a race. All of his focus is still trapped on that person, having nowhere else to go to. Usually, Logan goes right into his post-race routine, focusing on things that come second nature to him. But when it’s Oscar, he doesn’t bother. He just becomes the most attentive boyfriend ever.
“You need a shower,” the blond says, surely already planning their route to Logan’s hotel. Logan’s because he caught him today, because he needs to bring Oscar back to his space and remind everyone Oscar’s his. “And food.”
Oscar wants to argue that last point. He doesn’t feel hungry. But Logan’s hyperfocus is rarely ever wrong. More than likely, the exhaustion is overriding the hunger and Oscar just isn’t aware of it.
He slumps forward, eyes closing as he lays his head down on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Logan’s arms automatically wrap around him.
“Okay, but you’re gonna have to carry me. I’m not moving more than my mouth for the rest of the night.”
Logan’s soft laughter floats over him as Oscar drops quickly into the realm of sleep. The sound follows him into his dreams, Poppy happy to include the best bits of Oscar’s real life in his sleeping one.
Oscar’s a child of dreams. He’s always going to keep chasing them. And Logan’s always going to keep chasing him. A perfect bird of prey.
#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#loscar#patron deity au#formula 1#formula 1 rpf#f1 rpf#my writing#my fics#fic: bird of prey
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LMAOO the thought of a powerful deity that's old as time reading a porn series is so funny to me. Like imagine Jiraiya just walking by and the hokage goes, "btw our god wants the whole icha icha series as payment" while he just stands there shell shocked
Lol, it would be pretty funny.
Jiraiya gets tasked with writing more as his most important assignment. If Jiraiya writing more ridiculous books keeps citizens and shinobi from being taken away, then that's what's going to happen!
I just imagine a vaguely humanoid, super powerful deity just entering a bookstore and walking out with a pile of smutty romance novels 😂
I feel like I need a name for this AU now... I will call it the patron deity AU
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don't tell me i have to make up my own fake moon deity all on my own i thought this shit was a myth or something
#curse you artist with the gay werewolf and vampire ocs who made a fake moon au with them#this is about hellebore's patron btw#the deity that gave them life
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“Hello, my Lady,” Ainara greets the statuette of a shrine on the side of the road, sitting on a box with a side open, with small offerings at its feet and a necklace of prayer beads wrapped around it, she gives a quick bow to it, “It has been a while, has it not? I don't need anything, I just… needed someone to talk to, and you seemed like my best option. If you can even hear me this way.”
“I should catch you up a bit on my life. I've been traveling some while, still with that centaur and triton, and things have been calm for the most part. No sign of the hunters for the last few months, I think I have managed to get them off my tracks for the time being… Nayven and Achos are a bit further ahead, trying to find a spot to set up camp in. But… That is not what I came to talk to you for.”
She sighs, sitting down to the height of the shrine, looking into her bag for her bottle and pouring a little bit of her water into the earth. “What would you do, what advice would you give me, hypothetically speaking, if I were to be in love? Of course, just a hypothetical train of thought, I would not be stupid enough to fall in love after, well, you know.”
Ainara hears the call of a swallow in the distance, “If you are listening to me, would you be laughing at me, my Lady? Fair enough, I probably do deserve it. The irony of my situation is not lost on me… running away from one royal to fall into the hands of another, falling for another royal.” She hears the swallow again, seeing it land on top of the shrine and stare at her, and she laughs to herself. Yep, Aeis is sure listening to her.
“I know love is more the domain of her goddess, not yours, but emotions sound close enough. I just… My Lady, what am I supposed to do? What is happening to me? I don't know what to do. I didn't know myself capable of this.” She fidgets with her ring, taking a deep breath, “My heart beats too fast, I feel too warm. I have never been one for touch but… I can't help but ache for it, when it is her…”
The bird chirps at her, in something that sounded almost like a question. “It is pitiful, is it not? That I was made into this mess by just a pretty face and some tea. A girl who showed kindness to a stranger who only knows to bring danger along her path. Love is too strong a word, but it is about as close as I can to describing what insanity she brought in me.”
Ainara's mind goes to Nayven. To her snowy white fur and hair, prim and proper and well taken care of, occasionally calling upon her to help. To her soft hands, which seem to only know how to be gentle, their touch always being light like a butterfly. To her pale skin, rosy at her cheeks and knuckles, too her lips, but it's not like Ainara would know that– she doesn't spend more time than she is willing to admit into wondering what their lips would feel like together, wondering if she tastes of that tea she loves so much.
She wonders, even if Nayven cared for her in the same way she did, would she still love her the same if she knew the truth? That the name of Ainara Boreas was lies, that she –unfortunately– had a fiance waiting for her back home and looking for her, that she was not a cleric of Aeis at all? If she truly knew how weak Ainara was, building fragile walls around herself made of half-truths?
Every rose has its thorns, Ainara knew that as a fact– she thought her heart was untouchable, but here she is. Love is for the fools, she used to think, but now she is not sure anymore.
She tried to build up walls around herself once she lost Hyacinth, she could not afford the idea of getting attached to someone and losing them again, but here is Nayven, who found a crack in her defenses and decided to chip away at them, intentionally or not.
Gods, someone help her.
The thorny vines that made up Ainara's defenses surely started to bloom, little flowers of white and blue, and for some reason she was okay with it.
The bird chirps at her again, pulling her out of her thoughts, “Alright, I will head to them again, I just… make no promises about approaching her with my emotions. They will fade on their own eventually, right?”
She gets up, giving a little bow to the shrine, “Thank you for listening, my Lady. I'll see you soon.”
#galaxyofwrites#UH HI KODY AND XALDYN PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS#original writing#wlw writing#dungeons and dragons#dnd#character: ainara boreas#ship: nayara#universe: sea tea#okay so#everyone here is from a dnd campaign#ainara is mine (a genie warlock/eventually tempest cleric) and aeis is her patron and deity#nayven belongs to amy amyychu and she is a life cleric#achos (briefly mentioned) belongs to rovin roviniko#nayven+achos have their campaign and ainara has hers but the three of us decided what if silly au with these three as a party#and it quickly turned sapphic for nayven and ainara
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Valtiel 🤝 Herma Mora 🤝 Smile: Warlock Patrons the most realistic BG3 aus for them
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Patron God/Ghost King au
where after a few centuries of boredom, Danny gets a sudden influx of college student worshippers but it's not too worrying since all the offerings he's gotten so far are just different snacks ranging from crackers to a full bowl of mac n cheese. Without any other options, he goes to the only halfa he knows who had finally settle down from dimension travelling to studying in a dimension where she knows the people wouldn't need an extra helping hands of a hero.
King Danny "get me out off paperwork" Phantom: Heya Dani, do you know if something happened that resulted in mass worshipping?
Danielle "I built a shrine of my brother in the empty storage closet of my dorm building to see if it would work" Phantom: gee golly I have no clue on what could have happened to result in that
Words tend to spread really fast especially when it comes to tired students who has nothing else to lose. Besides, after leaving a a potato chip on the creepy looking shrine in the storage room and feeling a strange wave of calm/relaxed/focus and passing that paper you've been struggling with for the whole year, who wouldn't keep doing it and leave even more snacks.
Next thing you know there'll be a creepy little shrine piled with snacks on top of it in empty storage rooms of different college and universities. Eventually the students find out what to call their entity of calm after one claimed to left their notebook in the storage only to find a little scribble that says Phantom in that slightly glowing and possibly toxic green ink.
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In hindsight, Tim should have probably stayed at home and rest after staying up all night finishing a paper due the day after tomorrow but Bruce had asked if he wanted to tag along the JL meeting with the JLD because of... whatever it was Bruce mentioned so who in their right mind would say no to that. So now here he was half listening to the banter meeting about some eldritch entity that could be a threat to humanity and what offering should they provide to complete the summoning. Of course after hearing a familiar name of his preferred deity of submitting papers on time, the delirious boy never even registered what he said.
Tim "barely conscious on his 11th cup of Pedro Pascal's Starbucks order" Drake: Phantom?? give 'em poptart... green flavour...
[this was just a fun little thought but I might add on to it from time to time]
#danny phantom#danny fenton#danielle phantom#ghost king danny#dp x dc#justice league#dc comics#dc universe#dp x dc crossover#batman#dp x dc prompt#justice league dark#tim drake#red robin#john constantine
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So in @novalizinpeace’s poppy playtime au, specifically in the cartoon portion, the critters have these magic pendants that give them certain abilities. This isn’t limited to the gang, and all sorts of different pendants exist for different characters, but there’s a catch.
In this post, they talk about how if the magic in the pendant overwhelms a critter, it can transform them into a myth, a magical, monstrous being with incredible power, but can sometimes be incredibly dangerous to the people around them.
So I decided to take the 8 main critters and turn them into horrible little beasties for my amusement, and now I wish to show you guys the fruits of my labor.
tw for mild body horror and psychological horror under the cut
Dogday - Sol
This is the only ‘canon’ myth critter that exists in the au. Every time Dogday is pushed past his limit and gets too angry with something he transforms into sol, who is a mindless flaming warrior with no logic or regard for their surroundings. This leads to them being pretty dangerous to be around, but Sol isn’t evil, they just want to protect their user from any harm, and if left to their own devices, would probably self-isolate to protect themselves (and others) from harm.
2. Hoppy Hopscotch - Notus
The first of my original designs. Notus is the transformed version of Hoppy, and has the same weather manipulation powers, just to a much larger degree. Although she mostly uses it to make her storms larger. Notus’s mental state is much more stable than Sol (relatively), specifically in that she can remember her past life, but not specific people, so friends and even family are hardly whispers in her mind, if even that. She is quite competitive, viewing her storms as a contest to see how big she can make them, and will never back down from a challenge, doing everything in her power to win, but she is also a graceful loser, and hates cheaters. Her name comes from the Greek god of south winds, who is associated with wetness and the coming of rains.
3. Bubba bubbaphant - Ganesha
This guy’s name comes from the Hindu deity of new beginnings and the patron of the sciences and arts, who is also represented by a man with an elephant’s head and four arms. His mental state is similar to that of Notus, in that he can remember specific events from his past, but not people. He has become incredibly intelligent, being able to solve complex equations and understand lots of different subjects, but his already prevalent neuroticism has been turned up to eleven, with even the slightest infraction driving him to a rage, which can make him incredibly dangerous to deal with, but also rewarding, as his intellect allows him to answer many questions. He can also spin webs, because spider.
4. Bobby Bearhug - Callisto
Callisto is a little different from the other myths. She can remember her name, and her past, and the people around her, but only sometimes. You see, her pendant’s natural power is to absorb the excess emotion around her, and it still does that, but if she absorbs to much, then it leads to her transformation into a massive bear like monster with one goal, to make the excess stop by any means necessary. This has led to her voluntary exile in order to stop herself from hurting the people around her, which causes Bobby a great deal of pain, but it’s better than letting herself hurt the people she cares about the most. Her name comes from a nymph who was transformed into (what else) a bear by a furious Hera.
5. Pickypiggy - Limos
Unlike most of the others, Limos can hardly remember who she once was, much less the people in her life or what they mean to her. Instead she is driven by her one deepest instinct: to care and provide for the people around her. She works tirelessly to cook and prepare extravagant meals for anyone who might need it, leading to her neglecting her own health and her living environment. She also has to deal with a ravenous hunger that pains her every moment, and often leads her to devouring her dishes as soon as she finished, causing even further distress. Her name comes from the Greek goddess of starvation, which i don’t think is a very good comparison, but I can’t think of anything better, so eh.
6. KickinChicken - The Roc
Kickin’s transformed state is probably the least actively dangerous to be around. He’s a large, powerful bird capable of flying incredibly fast, as well as being incredibly loud and aggressive, but never actively harmful. His mental state is kind of the opposite of Notus and Ganesha, in that he can remember specific people and places, but not his past nor his name, and goes out of his way to try and help others. The key word being ‘try’, as his loud and aggressive demeanor often end up causing more damage than assistance. His name comes from an Arabian creature that is described as a bird of prey large enough to carry an elephant, which I thought was a good choice, and I couldn’t find any mythological chickens that really fit him.
7. Craftycorn - Apophis
Her name comes from an Egyptian monster that is said to be the embodiment of chaos and disorder, although Crafty is significantly less malevolent than her mythological counterpart. The main effect of her presence is the chaotic shifting of her environment, colors swapping and shapes changing into maelstrom of chaos around her, with the effect getting stronger the closer you get towards her, and any critter who does so has the very real risk of being torn apart. Apophis herself isn’t doing much better, with her entire body constantly melting into multicolored goop that has a consistency similar to that of candle wax. Not much is known about her mental state, as no one is brave enough to get close to her for risk of being killed, but there has to be something left of her as her maelstrom very much has the capacity to expand over the entire world and destroy it, the only reason it hasn’t is because Crafty appears to be holding it back through sheer force of willpower.
8. Catnap - Ouranos
Ouranos is probably the one who’s the most ‘in there’, besides Callisto in her non murder mode. He can remember his past life quite clearly and the people in them. In fact the only difference between him and normal Catnap is that Ouranos is slightly more apathetic towards outside events. He’s floated off into space and now observes to world from the heavens, watching as everything drifts by, because he can’t exactly leave. He can, however, see his friends suffering, and wishes he had the capability to help them in any way he could.
Once again thanks to @novalizinpeace for the au and all concepts belong to her.
#I love torturing children :)#poppy playtime#Dogday#hoppy hopscotch#bubba bubbaphant#bobby bearhug#pickypiggy#kickinchicken#craftycorn#catnap#body horror#art#angst#smiling critters arg#smiling critters#smilingcritterslostmedia
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Shitten Shenanigans AU – The Fall of Death
Lamb heaved deep shuddering breaths as they glared at the now diminished form of Nar- The One Who Waits. Their body throbbed with pain and their heart was pounding so hard they thought it might burst from their chest, but all of that paled in comparison to the sheer rage that thundered through their veins.
How DARE HE?!
HOW DARE HE AFTER ALL HE AND HIS SIBLINGS HAD PUT THEM THROUGH?!
WAS IT NOT ENOUGH THAT THEIR WHOLE SPECIES AND FAMILY HAD BEEN STOLEN FROM THEM THAT HE WOULD TAKE THEIR CHILD TOO?!
Lamb stalked towards The One Who Waits, their sword scraping against the floor, as he tried to sit up only for Lamb to stomp a harsh hoof in the middle of his chest, crushing him against the ground. He struggled against it weakly, glaring up at Lamb with bared teeth.
“You’ve supplanted me. A vessel no more, now a crowned deity, you damned lamb!” He hissed furiously. “Will you be a merciful coward or a vengeful false idol, you traitor?!”
Hefting the sword above their head, Lamb sneered down at their former divine patron. “For Asha, I would slay as many gods as I need too! Especially ones that betray me first.”
The anger suddenly drained from The One Who Waits’ face, leaving confused furrowed eyes, and he ceased struggling. “…What nonsense do you speak of?”
The sudden change of emotion stayed Lamb’s hand for a moment and for some reason, they answered. “You betrayed our deal first. You demanded the sacrifice of your most devoted follower, YOUR OWN CHILD! MY CHILD!”
Rage swiftly returned to The One Who Waits’ face and he snarled back, a sudden burst of energy as he shoved the hoof off his chest and reached for Lamb. “I’D NO SOONER SACRIFICE AYM AND BAAL THAN I WOULD ASHA, YOU FOOLISH LAMB! THEY ARE NOT MY FOLLOWERS, BUT MY STUDENTS! MY CHOSEN SONS AND CHILD! MINE!”
Lamb dropped the sword and dipped out of the way of the fallen deity’s grasp, flipping him over. “YOU CALL THEM YOUR MOST DEVOTED FOLLOWER! CONSTANTLY! ALL OF US DID!”
He managed to roll to his feet and dodged their own lunge. “I WAS SPEAKING OF YOU!”
The air seemed to still as the rage within Lamb’s snuffed itself out just as quickly as it had arisen when Narinder had first spoken of a sacrifice. “…What?”
Narinder snarled as he drew himself up, lacking the monstrous height he once had but still a good foot over Lamb. “You were my most devoted follower. It was your sacrifice I spoke of!” He paused for a moment as something akin to hurt intermingled with the rage. “You truly believed I would command such a thing upon my own? Even after I had given my word no harm should ever come to them under my protection.”
Lamb tilted their jaw up stubbornly, their anger growing anew yet at a much dimmer level. “You ordered the death of your own siblings. Why would it seem such a stretch?” They knew the answer as soon as they said it.
The hurt faded as rage covered it up again, the force of such causing Narinder to shake. “My siblings betrayed me and bound me! They committed genocide for fear of me! They deserved their fates as you well know!”
Lamb flexed their fingers. “…They were still your family once. Besides, why not simply say? Why call for your most devoted’s death when you knew that is what we called Asha?”
“I had thought you would have a modicum of intelligence to recognise it was not the child that I spoke of!”
“Well, maybe if you didn’t insist on dressing up your orders, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
“Why would you think I commanded you to leave the child with the rat if I wished for their death!?”
“You command a lot of contradictory things! Sacrifice a follower, resurrect them! Oh here’s a ritual to brainwash your followers but if you tell them to not consume strange substances, they’ll work harder at the cost of falling sick when you brainwash them!” Lamb stalked towards Narinder and jabbed a finger into his chest. “’Take Asha to Ratau’s then bring them here to die!’ is not out of character for you!”
He grabbed their hand and moved it to the side, gripping it harshly. “I sent Asha to that useless rat so that they would not have to watch! To see you sacrificed in my name would have caused them harm for how much they love you! For however much they adored your visits, they cried at every death!”
Lamb snapped their teeth in his face. “And what would you have told them?! When I never appeared again? Would you have told them the honest truth, that you had me killed? Or would you have lied to them as well?!”
Narinder grabbed them by the shoulders and shook them roughly as if to somehow rattle sense into them. “THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN NO NEED FOR YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN BY MY SIDE!”
“THE HELLS DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”
“RESURRECTION, YOU FOOLISH LAMB! LIFE GIVEN ANEW WITH THE PROMISE OF ETERNITY AS MY WITNESS! A VOW THAT YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE TO RAISE ASHA OPENLY AND IN SAFETY UNDER MY WATCH!”
Silence reigned across the blazing field of the afterlife as the two stared at each other, their breaths intermingling as they panted. The Red Crown still discarded aside.
The pain started to creep in along the edges of Lamb’s vision. “…Swear to me it was me and not them.”
Narinder started to sway as the last vestiges of his own energy began to drain away, but even then pure honesty shone in his eyes. “It was always you, Lamb.” He seemed to be staying on his feet out of pure stubbornness and by the grip he still had on Lamb’s arms. “So what is to become of me now? Will you slay me like my siblings or are you a merciful coward?”
The crown finally returned to Lamb's head.
They reached out and grabbed him as he lost the fight against his injuries. Pulling him gently into their embrace, they slowly lowered to the ground and pressed a hand to his chest, summoning the indoctrination circle below him. They couldn’t help the way they tucked him closer to their body.
“If it makes me a coward to prevent my child’s sorrow at the loss of their father, then a coward I must be.”
Narinder sputtered a bitter chuckle as his eyes went hazy with pain and betrayal. “I will not forgive you.”
“Can you blame me for doing what I thought was to protect Asha?”
Silence again before something passed over Narinder's face and he closed his eyes.
"...No, vessel. I suppose I cannot."
With that, Narinder fell into the blackness of the teleportation, leaving Lamb alone in a field of damnation and the feeling of bitterness.
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This.... was a lot less cracky than I thought it would be when I started. I was going do like a fade to black in the middle of the argument to the POV of one of the cultists who are watching what is essentially a marital spat between their leader and their god, but it didn't fit the vibe.
This Narinder never lies. He doesn't always tell the truth but he doesn't lie. Which is why Lamb took him at face value when he said he wanted to kill his most devoted and when he said everything here.
They're both too proud to have an actual conversation about this until they get locked in the confessional by the kids.
Narinder also feels a bit tame but, 1) he's currently in shock at the loss of godhood, 2) he just spent the past couple of years co-parenting with Lamb which bonded them closer than in canon and 3) its my au and I do what I want.
Asha is my shitten's name which fun fact means hope/wish/desire in Sanskrit (same origin as Narinder's name) and life/longevity in Arabic/ Swahili which I thought was cute.
#cotl#cult of the lamb#Shitten Shenanigans Au#Cotl Lamb#Colt Narinder#narilamb#or rather pre-narilamb#I still dont go here#that time Narinder asked for the death of his most devoted follower and Lamb heard Kill Bill Sirens#the au's. they plague me#might do Nari's intro to Asha#since im headcanoning that Nari named Asha#this is why communication is important people#especially with your co-parent
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so i said something about alicorns being funky in my last mlp redesign post yeah? well before i get into that-
the beautiful bride and the ugly ass groom
okay okay jokes aside here's Shining's real sheets and Cadance on her own
starting off with design choice notes
Shining Armor - his was like- really hard to figure out and i didn't really know what i was doing, but i did like the concept of him having lost a leg in some sorts of battle. one thing i did know what i was doing with tho was his armor, i never really liked the canon armor so i decided to take my own stab at it. decided to make it cover the more important areas better, added gambeson underneath, put a royal crest on it, and gave them a head weapon. yes the metal horns are on all species armor, it's there not only to protect real horns from oncoming attacks but also give all soldiers an emergency weapon if they get disarmed. the tassels would be colored differently depending on rank
Cadance - the only through i really had going into her design was i wanted her to have a cloud and heart motif, but i'm unsure if the way i handled it is the best. her cutiemark is meant to resemble a Mexican sacred heart because deity of love- like come on. i also wanna kinda change the color of the carnation in her hair to stand out more, but white carnations have a different meaning so it's fiiiinee
okay now what we really wanna hear about, what the fuck did i do to the alicorns?
i decided to tamper with their lore quite a bit, as i was inspired to by the Skyscraper Gods Au by Shirecorn. now mine is no were near as drastic as that au, obviously, but it did inspire me to come up with my own quirks for them.
i went more "alicorns are more like the elves of ponies but because they can only be made by some unexplained rare mystical intervention and live for fuck off long, normal ponies see them as demigods of sorts". i've even given them things like groups or locations that they act as patrons of and prioritize above other things, but that stuff gets a little rambley so imma not do that on this post
for the anatomy tho, i can talk. i'll be using Twilight as a visual example because she's the one i've drawn in all stages
so basically the concept here is pretty similar to the canon, but with some funky add-ons.
first up- when an alicorn ascends, not only do they gain the wings/horn combo and grow an inch, they also gain some other unique anatomy from the other species.
Unicorn- along with the horn, they also receive the ear tip tufts i gave unicorns. these actually have a purpose, they're sensitive to magic energy and allow unicorns to tell where magic is coming from. depending on the unicorn they vary in sensitivity but alicorns are by far the most sensitive
Pegasus- along with the wings, the get some of the extra feathers pegasai have on their bodies, namely the ones on their ankles that are used for finer trajectory adjustments in flight. they also receive the sensitivity of their hooves that's used to pick up changes in cloud texture and sense their stability
Earth Pony- earth ponies may seem like they don't add shit, but they actually give two very important things. the first thing is a strength boost, as they're stronger than the other two pony species by nature. the other thing is dense as fuck hooves. that sounds kinda lame but they have rock hard hooves that allow for them to dig into dense materials and have a kick with some real bite in it that the others just can't replicate and might tear their own hooves up trying. they also add the visible fluff in the ear canal. but that's just a dust filter and if isn't cleaned properly might actually be more of hindrance
it's worth noting- if you look at Cadance and Twilight side by side- that despite being given extra anatomical traits from the other species they will always look more like the species they were before ascension. this is mostly visible in the ears, tails, and hoof shapes
-unicorns have long tails with hair only growing from the underside, basic ears, narrower hooves, and usually have long fetlocks as part of their culture.
-pegasai have short tails that are completely covered with hair and have rudder feathers at the base, pinned back feathery ears with restricted movement, and really shallow hooves with no fur around them
-earth ponies have medium tails with even hair growth around a third of the way down, basic ears, and slightly taller hooves with varying fetlock sizes.
second up- the only uniquely alicorn physical traits that they really have (aside from height) are their hair and beards. unlike normal pony beards that are made of the same hair as their manes, alicorn beards are made of coat fur and will grow a specific length each year that marks how old they are kinda like tree rings. due to this the alicorns don't try to cut them. the manes are kinda funky cause they start out at the roots as normal hair, but then become more "ethereal" after a few inches or so. they tend to start to become ethereal roughly 10 years after ascension
they do have one more weird trait but it's less noticeable and that's the thing with the patterns. when an alicorn is first ascended they gain an extra pattern on their legs, and that pattern gains a second layer around the time they start to get their ethereal manes. you can see it happening on Twilight's lineup.
there's also a bonus thing here that has nothing to do with alicorns as much as it does unicorns- but i like the idea of Unicorn tails (flesh/bone, not hair) getting longer with age. it's usually not too noticeable because they don't normally live long enough for it to be really noticeable compared to younger unicorns, but alicorns do- so former unicorns can end up with some long ass tails in their 1000's
that's all i really got now- if i added in magic and social stuff this would have been way longer. i'm done with my rambles
#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp redesign#mlp headcanons#princess cadance#shining armor#twilight sparkle#kai doodles
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Deity Anakin Devotee Obi-Wan AU
au where Deity Anakin descends to the mortal realm to grant a boon to his devoted worshipper King Obi-Wan, and is extremely surprised when the King does not ask for wealth or fame, but for Anakin himself.
He has watched over Obi-Wan for a long time, he is the Patron God of Stewjon after all. The God of Balance, of Life and Death, of Wealth and Prosperity, of Harmony. He has blessed the reigns of Stewjoni Rulers who have been devoted to him well, but Obi-Wan had always been special.
The young prince had been taken with Anakin since the day he first saw his statue at the age of 4. Every day since then he'd spend an hour, early in the morning at Anakin's Grand Temple in Stewjon's Capital.
Anakin had found it endearing and sweet, had made sure to bless the prince for it. Obi-Wan would need it. One of 12 brothers as he was, he'd need everything in his arsenal to win the Throne after his father's demise. It was the way. Anakin considering intervening slightly to help Obi-Wan out.
But he didn't have to, ambitious as he was, Obi-Wan managed to ascend the Stewjoni Throne at the age of 25 all by himself, his hands stained with the blood of his brothers, older and younger.
(Anakin would never forget the way Obi-Wan had thrown himself at his altar and sobbed after killing all of his siblings.)
Then the wars began. It seemed the newly crowned King Obi-Wan had found the taste of his brothers' blood intoxicating, for he jumped into battle. Conquering kingdom after kingdom, turning his small kingdom into an Empire spanning continents. He did it all in Anakin's name.
Anakin could not bear to watch it all. The bright and clever child who used to study at his feet was no more, in his place was a warmonger, an Emperor, one who had built his name, one who had spilled so much blood that Anakin couldn't take it.
One who still fervently worshipped Anakin.
The people of Obi-Wan's new empire had begun to herald him as a God, as common mortals do with any great one amongst themselves, but much to Anakin's surprise, the Emperor had refused the title, praising Anakin instead, the deity of Stewjon. He had temple after temple was built for Anakin across the Empire, had found brought him so many devotees that Anakin knew not what to do.
(Anakin still couldn't let go of Obi-Wan. Every time Obi-Wan prayed to him, he would give him his blessings, wish him good fortune in his battles, wish him happiness in his life - though the last one never seemed to happen)
Anakin never had a devotee who had dedicated themselves so entirely to Anakin, who worshipped him so well, so religiously. So during the Huge Ritual Ceremony for Obi-Wan's 35th Name Day at the Grand Temple of Anahkeen in the Stewjoni Capital, Anakin appeared in front of Obi-Wan.
The mortal whose devotion was so great that he had managed to summon a deity to him, but Emperor Obi-Wan did not care for any of it as he fell to his knees, hands folded in worship, his eyes trained on Anakin and Anakin alone, ignoring the thousands gathered in the Temple Halls to witness the Rituals.
Anakin's glowed as he walked to Obi-Wan from the head of the altar, His golden curls bouncing, his golden wings folding back so as to not spill any of the offerings left for him. He bent down to look into Obi-Wan's eyes with a sweet smile, his hand tenderly caressing his cheek.
"You have attained a greatness beyond mortal reach. Yet throughout the years, you have held me in your heart and on your lips, you have not forgotten I. And I have not forgotten this. Make known your heart's deepest desires, and I shall grant it to you, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan gazed in reverence. The deity who he had loved and worshipped since he was a boy, the deity whose words and worship he had wished to spread across the lands. Who was as beautiful and ethereal as he had imagined. "My heart wishes for one boon alone, and that is you,"
Anakin had expected the man to ask wealth, land, good fortune for his descendants. But never this. Never Anakin himself. But Anakin can not bear to say no, so he grants Obi-Wan his wish.
He will give himself to Obi-Wan until they have a child of their own, a heir for Obi-Wan's empire who is half-god, and once Obi-Wan has the child, a child who is half-Anakin, he will leave. The Emperor accepts this with grace, kissing Anakin's divine feet and hands in gratitude, with a smile so bright and joyous that it stuns him.
He had never seen Obi-Wan this happy before.
#obi wan x anakin#obikin#obi wan kenobi#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#obi wan and anakin#obikin au#devotion#god
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Okay I need y'all's help!!
I recently posted the third installment of Hunting Down Dreams, my Patron Deity AU. Right now, I have three segments of Loscar's story: First Meeting, Getting Together, and 2024 F1 Season Snippet/Series Introduction.
I need to know what YOU want to see next. I really love this AU but I don't have anything specific I want to write about. fresh kill and dogged were inspired by what people wanted to see so now I need more ideas lol.
Okay, thanks!
#series: hunting down dreams#patron deity au#loscar#my writing#my fic#fic: dogged#logan sargeant#oscar piastri#f1 rpf#f1 rpf fic#writing prompts
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Pantheon AU
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Aka, Welcome to me making up deity designs because why the hell not
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It started with this drawing I made of a Julie that I call Moon Deity
And people on twitter have been eating that up so I've felt some motivation to continue working on it
Today I'm sharing the 4 first deities I've finished
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Julie Joyful
Deity of the moon and oceans. Do not be fooled by her elegant and beautiful appearance, for she's an energic goddess that will bend bodies of water to her emotional will.
The moon is often associated to calmness, feminity, such things, but I decided to go with an other approach. The moon is small and fast. She turns around the earth every day of the year, and is responsible for the tides. The closer she is, the bigger the tide ! That doesn't sound that much calm to me. In this AU Julie appears calm only because Sally insist that she has to dress "regal" for their very important deity jobs. Isn't that silly ?
Julie will have alternate outfits depending on the activity she wants to do at any given moment, switching from pants to dress !
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Sally Starlet
Deity of the Sun, stars and fire, she is the calm one, most of the time. Warm, but also a little stuck up sometimes, Sally likes when things are in order and go her way. She sees their deity roles as important ! The fiery goddess also gives her blessings in the arts, especially theater art which she favors
The sun doesn't move as much as the moon, but it is big and powerful and at the center of our solar system. I like the idea of reversing roles a little, having the sun being the calm one for once
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Home
The deity of death is a kind and compassionate fellow. He doesn't talk much, but listens very well, and will help souls pass to their afterlife with all the compassion in the world. He is also the patron of living spaces, as he wants to make sure beings live well, safe, sound and happy, before he comes to take them away.
I like it when death deities aren't cruel but instead very kind and comforting. Home will have a lot of little helpers ! Although, note that Home is the deity of death as in he's the reaper. There is other deities ruling over the concept of death ! Home is more of a psychopomp in this AU ( psychopomps are the "reaper" deities. It includes Valkyries, Ankous, Shinigamis, Grim Reaper, etc)
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Wally Darling
The deity of life ! He creates and gives in abondance, whenever he can. He may not be particularly smart, or doesn't pay that much attention to his creations past their conception and first breath, but he means well and is still learning. He's a fairly new deity, replacing the previous one. Home is there to kindly help guide him to his new duties, along with Barnaby.
He's just a silly trying his best with great powers. Life is pretty mysterious, and not easy. The path is long and full of hardships, after all... but I don't think what gives the first breath of life is cruel for it. Life is still beautiful and should be cherished
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Bonus Appleblossom sketch because this is my self indulgent au so I will put in my ocs, headcanons and fav ships !
#welcome home#welcomehome#welcome home art#julie joyful#julie welcome home#welcome home au#wally darling#wally welcome home#fanart#pantheon au#home welcome home#sally welcome home#sally starlet#wally x julie#julie x wally#wally au#julie au#I'm actually pretty fond of this au#i like making up pretty designs#feel free to insert your oc in there !#i only ask that you don't take major powers/elements like wind/earth/sky/night/dreams/knowledge cause those are taken by the other cast hah#the aesthetic is mainly art nouveau !#or something close to it ig#i make shit up and am inspired from way to many things so don't try to extrapolate symbolism from other mythologies just ask questions#otherwise we'll all be lost#yes Nyxie will be in this au too btw#as well as three other ocs#because I finally have an excuse to use my creativity goddess#she's so back
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I love how, no matter the au; Guanyin, the Goddess/Bodhisattva of Mercy & Compassion, patron deity of motherhood and childbirth
Is absolutely gotdamn furious at Sun Wukong for having a Stone Egg.
She's gonna help deliver and bless the baby, yes - but afterwards she's gonna give that monkey *such* a talking-to!
Tang's moment of fanboy-glee pauses as he sees the Bodhisattva slowly remove one of her sandals as she approaches Wukong...
Image: Aphrodite threatening Eros with her sandal. A trope as old as time.
The only reason she doesnt smite Wukong then and there is cus the monkey is sobbing at how beautiful his baby is. Guanyin gets hit with Grandma feelings and immediately starts fawning over the infant too. <3
Guanyin, cooing at the baby: "Oh my darling!! You are truly a miracle! So many years in the making and you've finally arrived! Your baba/mama has gone through so much just to meet you!'
Baby (MK, Luzhen, or Yuebei): *delighted chirping as they play with Guanyin's hair*
Wukong, in postal-natal recovery: "Aww! I knew you'd come around."
Guanyin: *shoots SWK a glare that sends chills up his spine* "I'll get to you later young man."
Wukong: *shudders with fear*
No matter the Stone Egg baby who hatches out, Wukong is def crying with joy so great that the world around him feels it. He's waited *so long* for this to happen. All his work, all that he's sacrificed to be a Stone Monkey able to meet the next generation has come to fruitition.
He doesn't even care about the multiple gods/sworn family members yelling at him for doing something so stupid.
Even if he's not on good terms with Macaque or the Demon Bull Family, they're super happy for him and admit that it's a damn cute baby.
Fight over whos the godparents *immediately* breaks out XD
#guanyin#sun wukong#lmk guanyin#stone egg talk#slow boiled stone egg au#SWK is MK's stone egg dad au#jttw stone egged au#the monkey king and the infant#the monkey king and the infant au#pregnancy tw
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I just had this thought, what if reader is from the time of when the real writers existed? Dazai would totally be jealous of his real self for being able to unalive lmao. And ranpo and his real self...
Yeah... It ofc wouldn't be possible since that means reader would have to be from the 60's? But I just had this sudden thought lol
Actually, I have an idea for that.
I kind off have a sub-au for Self-Aware BSD AU. "The Sandman" inspired AU.
Reader are Dream.
An eternal deity, Master of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Patron of Artists, Architectures, Writers. The Muse.
They saw them all.
Visible for them and their families, Reader saw their lives and their deaths.
Reader's kingdom is accessible for both living and for deceased. So, BSD Characters up to some interesting encounters.
-Short idea time-
You and BSD Cast are having a tea party.
Y/N: Please, be careful while wishing for something in my kingdom. With powers of Dreams you can achieve many great things, but, at the same time, you can fall from grace by using it.
/Suddenly, everyone is hearing barking from the next room. You rolled your eyes./
Y/N: Not again...
/RL! Dazai Osamu stormed into the room and, somehow, jumped on your shoulders. A small pack of pugs is following him. RL! Nakahara Chuuya is glaring at Dazai from the next room./
Y/N: looking at RL!Chuuya, trying not to move so much, so RL! Dazai won't fall down. Chuuya, how many times did I tell you not to wish for dogs so you can scare away Osamu? with a wave of a hand make pugs disappear. RL! Chuuya still looked pleased, left without the world.
/You look up. RL! Dazai seems pretty content with staying up on your shoulders. He is looking at BSD Cast with slight curiosity. You continue talking to BSD Characters, not paying attention to their shocked gazes./
Y/N: Where were I.... Right, dream powers...
/BSD Dazai raise his hand/
BSD! Dazai: [Y/N], is that..?
[Y/N]: nod Mhm. Our Dazai Osamu. The one, who succeed. slightly clap RL! Dazai on the ankle At least say 'Hello', if you are planning to stay on my shoulders.
/RL! Dazai takes another look at BSD! Gang. Pinches your ear./
RL! Dazai: Dream, why is a redhead in a hat makes me feel so angry?
[Y/N]: sighs Because I overdid it, when Kafka and Harukawa asked for more stories about writers.
/BSD! Dazai is speechless. On one hand, he felt jealous for looking at hos namesake, who succeeded. On the other hand, it was so weird, looking at your double? Prototype?/
/You looked up at RL/Dazai/
[Y/N]: I will tell everyone what is happening later.
/RL! Dazai hopped down on the floor./
RL! Dazai: Waiting for it. Well, see you around. /ready to leave, when he remembered something/ By the way, two lovebirds were looking for you. Want to have a shooting competition and asked you to be the judge.
/You hide your face in both hands./
[Y/N]: If you are talking about Verlaine and Rimbaud, remind them, that they still not allowed to touch any sort of weapon. cover both of your wrists under your shirt¹ If you are talking about Ranpo and Iwata, then I will free in a few hours.
/RL! Dazai nods and, after saying goodbye to BSD Cast, leave. The room is silent./
BSD! Ranpo: barely a whisper I have so many questions... And I am so afraid to ask...
/You smile/
[Y/N]: Don't think about it too much. You will get used to it.
/RL! Oda Sakunosuke barge into the room./
RL! Oda: [Y/N]! Goncharov and Turgenev got drunk and start arguing about plagiarism!²
/You stand up and hurry after the Oda/
[Y/N]: Stay here! I will be back in a few minutes.
/BSD Gang looked at each other. They have a feeling, that their lives will be interesting/
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¹Real life Verlaine shot Rimbaud in the wrist once. Apparently, Dream also was shot by him.
² Real life Turgenev and Goncharov had a huge argument, that ended in court. Goncharov thought, that Turgenev stole the plot of "The Precipice" for his novel "Home of the Gentry". Goncharov shared his ideas about "The Precipice" with Turgenev, so he had the reason to think about it. Judge make Turgenev took too similar plot points from the book.
#self-awarebsd#self-awareau#bungou stray dogs au#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd anime#bsd x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader
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AU where the Potters are actually South Asian and their earliest ancestor, Linfred of Stitchcombe, was actually an immigrant from what is now known as Tamil Nadu. He came from a family of potioneers and healers who were known for their relationship with snakes and their ability to understand the language of serpents (known within Europe as Parseltongue) but their variant of Parseltongue was believed to be a blessing from their patron deity Aravan.
The Descendants of Nandhini
The Descendants of Nandhini, more commonly known as the Descendants of Aditya by outsiders, refer to a family of Tamil wix who occupy a heavily warded and hidden territory within part of the Western Ghats in Tamil Nadu, India. They are traditionally healers and agriculturists who work closely with snakes of both Magical and mundane origins. Their affinity and bond with snakes lead them to develop the Magical ability to speak and understand the language of serpents.
They are named after the first member of the family who mastered the language of serpents, Nandhini. Nandhini was a Tamil witch who lived at the height of the Chola Empire, specifically during the mid-900s. Nandhini was her parents’ third child and only daughter. When Nandhini began to display perfect fluency in the language of serpents, it was viewed as a sign of favour from their patron Aravan and Nandhini was then announced as the family’s next head. However, she was to disguise herself as a man and go by the name Aditya as well as take on a wife for the rest of her life.
From Nandhini, new traditions were developed. One tradition was the secretive way of succession for the title of family head. While the family head remained a male in official records and to anyone who asked. But in reality, a woman held the actual title of family head. The hereditary Magic and Relics of the family was bestowed upon the eldest daughter of the main line, which she would then pass down to her eldest daughter when the daughter came of age. This is one of the family’s best kept secrets and is still kept close and hushed up to this day.
Another tradition was keeping long-living Magical serpents as familiars and protectors of the family and carriers of hereditary knowledge. These serpents were regarded around the same level as the family’s elders and the family often spoke with them for advice or knowledge.
The descendants of Nandhini, like the other Magical families of Tamil Nadu at the time, lived in harmony with their mundane neighbours. Mundanes were aware of and lived with Magic despite being unable to wield it themselves. This carried on until the start of British colonization in India. The Magical families of Tamil Nadu escaped colonization by a breath’s width by using Magic to completely hide themselves from the rest of the world. The descendants of Nandhini in particular worked with their snakes to “camouflage” their biggest family compound within the Western Ghats, with the snakes themselves acting as the living “boundaries” of their territory who also act as natural deterrents for anyone who comes too close.
The Magical families remained isolated from the outside world for the entirety of the British’s colonization of India and even lasted a couple of decades after. However, they have managed to reestablish connection with the other Magical families as the years passed by. During their time of isolation, the caste system was slowly dissolved and forgotten and many Magical Tamil families abandoned their castes and titles in favour of simply calling themselves the descendants of their oldest recorded ancestor. In the present time, Magical Tamil Nadu are large joint family groups scattered geographically but are well-connected by an intricate communication system set up by their ancestors. They are still mostly disconnected from the rest of the Magical World but not as much as it was during the colonial era.
The descendants of Nandhini in the present time mostly use the language of serpents, Tamil, and Sanskrit as their main languages. However, their members also show fluency in Middle Tamil and Classical Sanskrit. The latest generation of the descendants are currently learning present-day English.
BRITISH BRANCH — THE POTTERS
During the 1200s right as the Chola Empire began to decline, a group of the descendants of Nandhini led by someone now known as Linfred of Stitchcombe found their way to the British Isles. Though considered “eccentric” by his British neighbours, Linfred was nonetheless well-liked due to his helpfulness and affable nature. He and his family were known for their excellent healing remedies and strange plants, but they were warned by their ancestral snakes and the local snakes to hide their affinity for snakes and their knowledge of the language of serpents for their own safety.
This branch eventually adopted the surname of Potter by demand of the British Ministry of Magic, though there wasn’t any significant reason behind the choice of surnames. Though they are Potter on paper, they still proudly refer to themselves as descendants of Nandhini and would often use Nandhini as another surname in addition to Potter. They kept in contact with the main branch throughout the centuries until the main branch seceded during the British colonial period.
Despite their positive reputation in the British Magical community and their position of being essentially Purebloods, the Potters preferred to marry within their South Asian community. The other British Pureblood families attempted to marry into the Potter family for generations especially after the Potters rose to the top of their respective industries, but they remain unsuccessful to this day. It is because of this refusal to marry into the British Pureblood society that the Potters were exempted from the Sacred 28, not that they cared anyways.
The Potters amassed wealth, prestige, and influence through their revolutionary contributions and breakthroughs for British healing magic and potions. Eventually, they also started to build up a business in Magical pottery and ceramics. The potions they sell are often packaged in custom ceramic bottles made by their own company. Their business partners are exclusively businesses owned and run by South Asians and South Asian immigrants and have recently begun to open their connections to other BIPOC-owned businesses as well. As of the present day, the Potters are one of the leading names in both the potioneering and Magical pottery/ceramics industry.
The Potters usually send their children to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where they would usually be Sorted into either Slytherin or Gryffindor. However since they have reestablished their connection with their main branch in Tamil Nadu, the recent generations have been considering sending their children to their ancestral home for schooling instead.
During the mid-18th century, the Potters began to republicize their affinity and connection with snakes and their usage of the language of serpents as a way of preserving their connection to their family back in their motherland and as a silent protest against the growing negative perception of snakes and serpent-speakers in the United Kingdom. It was noted by Magical linguists that the language of serpents that the Potters knew were far different than what Europe had called “parseltongue”. This variant of “parseltongue” became known as Potters’ parseltongue amongst the European populace, though the family themselves have never used the term themselves.
Despite having lived away from their main branch for centuries, the Potters still maintain almost all of the family traditions. The family is patriarchal on paper but matriarchal in practice. Their family manor in Gloucestershire had an entire green space for the ancestral snakes that they have brought from Tamil Nadu and their other snakes that they have adopted and bred. They continue to revere their patron deity Aravan, whose image decorates sacred spaces within the Potter family estate.
In the latest generation, the Potter family is closely connected with the other Magical South Asian families within the United Kingdom and the rest of Europe. They also have close ties with the Black family who claims ancestry from ancient Egypt and Persia. The current heads of the Potter family, James and Lily, have both married Regulus Arcturus Black who is the second son of Orion and Walburga Black. James also considers Sirius Orion Black his best friend and the couple have appointed Sirius as the godfather of their eldest child Hariharan "Harry" James Potter.
#harry potter#desi harry potter#desi james potter#harry potter au#the black family#jegulily#your faves are now bipoc im not sorry#everything is approved by my south asian mom friend btw#theres more where this came from#my stuff : nandhini's legacy au
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someone make squiddo Minecraft herobrine’s patron saint in an au PLEASE!!! I love chosen aus or deity blessed aus. and I think herobrine is cool
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