#Cadmus ask

[taintedsoul-if]

I’m having way too much fun with these prompts, I apologize in advance if I send too many 🥹

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. (The one flirting being the MC)

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

And the RO is Cadmus.

I may or may not have an unhealthy love for jealousy and possessiveness 🫣

My beloved anon I forgot about this ask! Forgive me. I hope this is good enough!

Warning Unedited!

You were aware of his presences but at the same time you did not care. Didn't he disappear for over a month? You couldn't even contact him. You had tried questioning Nightingale, about his whereabouts but she was tight-lipped.

Your eyes flittered over the banquet hall, in boredom. Yesenia was nestled in the arms of Trysten with a smug look on her face. She looked as if she had won the noble prize of the year. The empress clinked, her wine glass gently with her spoon. The banquet hall quieted down as everyone gave her their undivided attention.

"It brings me great joy to see you all gathered here on this special occasion," The empress said earnestly. "It was not too long ago our imperial city was invaded by those cannibalistic fiends. But because of one woman's act of bravery, we're still able to see the heir to the throne reach the age of adulthood. Let us raise our glass to Lady Anaya."

Your eyelids drooped gloomily. To think this scheming bitch would have the audacity to even mention the OH mother. You frowned irritatably. Something tugged at the confinement of your heart, wanting to break free. Your hold tightened on your wine glass until your knuckles turned white. "Pretentious." You spat under your breath.

You pressed your hand against your chest to calm down your racing heart.

"Are you alright MC?" Atticus whispered in your ears. His warm lips brushed against your skin, making you shiver against your will.

"Instructor!" You responded, nervously. You quickly distanced yourself from him. His eyes darkened.

Both your eyes locked and he slowly raised his wine glass to his lips. "Where you expecting someone else?" He asked after donning his drink in one gulp. His angelic light green eyes peered at you in inquiry and doubt. Atticus slowly took a step forward.

There it was again that familiar breath. This was the same feeling you felt when you met, Cadmus the first time. You licked your dry lips, to hide the panic in your eyes. "A little birdie told me today was your birthday, instructor." You blurted out, in hopes of changing the topic.

A look of shock flickered in his eyes. Your fingers curled into your palms. Is it a coincidence, that Atticus and Cadmus birthday is on the same day? Or is it that you're over thinking things?

Atticus expression closed up. "MC you're mistaken."

"Am I?" Your mouth twisted, into a fake smile. "Nevertheless instructor I brought you a gift. I hope you don't dislike it." A beautiful moon-shaped pendant dangled loosely from your fingers.

Atticus fingers trembled. The wine glass crashed to the floor. His lips were pursed into a thin line.

"Would you wear it for me instructor?"

Atticus swallowed nervously. He took a step back, clenching and unclenched his fist, sadness clouded his features. "That is not necessary."

"Instructor you have such a beautiful neck-"

Atticus ears flushed red at your compliment. You couldn't help moving towards him until you were standing toe to toe with him. Unlocking the pendant, you tipped on your toes to place it around his neck. Your fingers grazed against his neck. His hot breath enveloped your entire body, dispelling the chilled air.

"You-"

Atticus didn't even get to finish what he wanted to say. You were wrenched from his arms. Terror overtook your face when you came eye to eye, with a pair of swirling blood red eyes. "Cadmus you're here." You said calmly, with a forced smile.

Cadmus stared at you expressionlessly.

Atticus warm palms clamped down on your wrists holding you captive. Now your body was trapped between two men, who was brimming with hostility. Atticus fingers slowly caressed your wrist soothingly.

"Cadmus Glaurung. I would say it's an honour to meet you, but honestly it's not." Atticus said, with a look of insincerity.

Cadmus snickered. "Atticus Levesque. Long time no see."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You felt as if you should explain yourself before this escalates. "Cadmus I-"

"Why haven't you claimed them as yet?" Atticus asked coldly. Bright flecks of gold flickered in his eyes. "I am disheartened to think you and I have known each other for eons and not once have you mentioned me."

"Let her go." Gloomy eyes, peered at Atticus. If you weren't standing in the middle of these men, Cadmus would have probably ripped Atticus throat out.

"Or what Cadmus? They belong to me, just as how they you."

Cadmus eyes flashed with indescribable anger. Leaning close, his freezing lips pressed against yours in a bruising kiss. Both your teeth knocked together. But that did not stop Cadmus. He forcefully sucked your tongue into his month. Your legs trembled and you sagged against him. You were most certainly not regretting attempting to flirt with Atticus. Your stomach tingles in anticipation. You wanted this man to toss you on top of the buffet table and claim you infront of Atticus!

Cadmus nipped at your lips with his fangs. "You're still here?" Cadmus asked lazily, with a wide bloodthirsty smile.

Atticus took a deep breath. "You need to tell them the truth. Or I fucking will."

"Remember Atticus, you were the one who clawed your way out of the abyss. I never forced you out!"

"You're a madman! Your possessiveness will lead to their demise once again! Can't you see you're doing them more harm than good......"

Cadmus laughed maniacally."Shut up! Even now you're still gullible. You make me sick." Milky white sparks of light swirled around Cadmus fingertips, with a flick of wrist his sword unsheath itself. The cold light glint off the blade, as it flew towards Atticus with unfathomable speed that could not be seen with the human eyes.

[vinelark]

Do you have any more outtakes you'd be willing to share? I love seeing what did and didn't make the cut on fics

i do!! i remember doing a little roundup of some outtakes for chapters 1 - 3 (found it! here) and i have some similar snippets from chapters 4 & 5 ☺️

chapter 4

a bit of cut dialogue from the zoo rescue:

“Oh, I’m aware,” Nightwing says. “Atlanta, remember?”

“What happened in Atlanta?” Tim demands, ducking away from another bird.

Nightwing waves a hand. “Classified superhero business.”

“Superboy, what happened in Atlanta?”

In Atlanta, Kon yelled at Superman about Tim’s misinterpreted fear toxin hallucinations right in front of Batman and Nightwing, which still makes Kon cringe a bit to think about. “Uhh,” Kon says. “Yeah, classified.”

two cut texting exchanges after the date:

Text message: Clark & Kon

[Saturday, 10:21pm ET]

Clark

Hey Kon—is everything all right?

I can have someone cover the rest of my watch if need be.

Kon

no, all good

apparently mr. wayne’s lawyers are On It

whatever that means in rich people speak

sorry if you like. get asked about this by the press lol

like we weren’t trying for a photo op but i should’ve heard the drone earlier

Clark

This isn’t your fault.

And I’m sure Bruce’s lawyers will have it sorted out by morning

Kon

yeah that’s basically what tim said

Text message: Jon & Conner

[Saturday, 10:23pm ET]

Jon

Ok the live is gone now

Also pa’s asking where u are what do i tell him

I think i have to tell him the truth he sounds worried because earlier i said u went to rescue someone n you haven’t come back

I can’t lie about this i feel bad :(

oh i just heard your window open nvm !!

Conner

all good kiddo, thanks for looking out

in tim & bruce’s conversation, there was a longer section about tim leaning into the “socialite” civilian role, which included the following exchange:

“Like…Paris Fashion Week?” Tim says. That’s always a big one for Bruce Wayne to be caught ducking into dressing rooms with various models.

Bruce gives him a flat look. “You are welcome to attend Paris Fashion Week. Chaperoned.”

tim’s instagram post originally had comments:

briancollinsss i KNEW i saw superboy at car’s party!!!

jerseygirlsteph 👅👅👅

itsanickname_grayson Hope you stayed safe up there!

chapter 5

this exchange in the flashback at the top of chapter 5 was cut/altered for flow, but i still like it:

“Okay,” Tim had said. “And, um, if you can’t come get me, is there a plan B?”

“I will come for you,” Bruce repeated, at the same time Dick called: “Superman.”

extra banter (co-brainstormed by @tigerjpg) that got cut because it didn’t quite keep with the tone, but i still adore it:

“I’m not perfect, anyway,” Kon says. “I snore. Maybe next time make a specimen who doesn’t snore.”

“Sometimes his sneezes register on the Richter Scale,” Tim says.

“And I have a crooked tooth, though honestly that might be from the time I slammed face-first into a volcano.”

“He also thinks wearing sunglasses at night is cool.”

and a bit later, also cut for tone/flow:

“[…] Hey, how unhinged about eugenics do you have to be for Cadmus to send you packing as an intern?”

Cadmus. Did Kon—did he tell Tim the name Cadmus, earlier? He can’t remember—he doesn’t think he did—but it doesn’t matter, because his thoughts scatter as the guy whirls on Tim. The rod comes up, jams under Tim’s jaw, pressing into the side of his neck. Not on yet, but it could be. Kon freezes; Tim doesn’t react except to go rigid, still tracking the guy with his eyes.

“Tell me honestly,” Cadmus guy says, lip curling as he looks sideways to address Kon. “Do you even like this one, or was kissing him the only way you could get him to shut up?”

Kon’s heart pounds in his throat. “You’re so…obsessed with my dating life, dude,” he says. Every moment the guy is looking at him feels like one less moment the rod might switch on. “Sorry, but you’re a bit old for me.”

and i have some extra core four shenanigans that probably won’t fit into chapter 6 at this point, but i’ll wait til i’m done to share that 💪

[dcdreamblog]

Question.

I have heard people assert that the current bearer of the heroic identy of the Guardian is a clone of the original. I have also seen photos of The Guardian working with the Titans, and...he's very clearly a Black man.

So, um. I have questions, because you would think the newspapers back in the '30s would have... mentioned this, especially given how he was reported to have campaigned hard to ease ethnic tensions in the poorer parts of Depression-era Metropolis, denouncing those who exploited or exacerbated those tensions as being friends of crime and enemies of America's ideals even before the War started?

Ok so, we're crossing a lot of streams here and I want to you to know that that's normal. These sorts of things are opaque and confusing and that is why we HAVE people like my in the first place. You are thinking of 3 different men right now. In order:

Guardian I, AKA James Jacob "Jim" Harper

(Sketch of Harper and his wards the "Newsboy Legion" signed by the legendary pop artist and correspondent Jack Kirby)

Harper was indeed born and raised as an orphan in the Metropolis neighborhood known as Suicide Slum (the name has stuck but I can tell you, in the 21st century it's as clean and safe as the rest of Metropolis, mostly to Black Lightning's credit). During the depression it was infamous for a reason, flush with organized crime, poverty and corruption.

Harper originally attempted to serve his community as a police officer but found that the police department was half or more of what was wrong with the neighborhood in the first place. After being assaulted by some gangsters he cobbled a costume together from a nearby shop (which he still paid for, incidentally). Bursting into a nearby pool hall his attackers frequented, he actually ended up busting open a rather high profile kidnapping case.

Eventually he became the legal guardian of a group of young delinquents called the Newsboy Legion and helped to turn them toward the path of righteousness. He joined up with the All Star Squadron early, served with distinction during and after the war. (We have an exhibit here all about him, the costume and shield are reproductions of course because both are still in use more or less, even if they weren't they're rightfully in the hands of his next of kin)

He was cloned under vile circumstances by the equally vile Project Cadmus, who were up to all kinds of immoral and unethical genetic experiments. When Harper attempted to put a stop to it, he was killed by Cadmus' head of security.

The murder was uncovered and prosecuted through the combined work of Superboy, the clone of Harper and Cadmus' secretly enslaved workforce the Genomorphs. Who are a subject all of their own but, if any should be reading this, I hope you are thriving.

The cloned Harper is still active as a superhero in the modern day. One can assume under an assumed name but variants of "Jim Harper" wouldn't jump out at people even if he was going by it day to day. Out of respect for his privacy I'm not going to speculate any further into his personal life, one can assume he has been through MORE than enough.

Now the other man you spoke about is VERY mysterious indeed...

(The 3rd Guardian alongside Bumblebee in battle against The Ant, unknown photographer, posted online) You are right in that he is very clearly a black man and that is basically ALL I can say about him. He seems to come and go, always in the company of the Teen Titans, is in some manner of romantic relationship to mainstay member Bumblebee and he just up and vanishes for long stretches of time. (This was put together by clips captured of them in combat. Referring to Bumblebee as "baby", "dear" or "my girl". And being referred to as "babe", "lover" and "man of mine")

Theories, of course, abound with the most popular one being that he is the romantic partner/husband/whatever of Bumblebee in their civilian identities and while not a superhero by trade he will take up this identity when needed. A "friend of the family" I guess you could say who hops in when the Titans need an extra pair of hands.

He's competent in combat and seems to be trusted implicitly by the Titans themselves so who the hell am I to judge?

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Might be a bit obscure but I was wondering if you have any HCs about Harmonia?

Harmonia, goddess of harmony!

I started with a couple of random ideas but ended up with a whole story for her lmao

When Harmonia was born, Ares would hold her in his arms and cry the whole night for how adorable she was.

As the only daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, Harmonia grew up with four bothers (Eros, Anteros, Phobos, Deimos) and a bunch of adoptive brothers (the Erotes). She was rarely seen without at least one brother accompanying her.

Harmonia and Hebe had a complicated relationship. Not in a bad way but in a "I'm your brother's daughter but I was born around the same time as you so uh..." way.

Harmonia was the referee/peace-keeper in the house. She was the one settling disputes among her siblings and make them hug each other out after their fights.

But don't mistake Harmonia's preference for peace for her being weak. Peace isn't always achieved in a peaceful way, and with a father who is a war god and siblings being literal embodiments of fear and terror, Harmonia can and will throw hands if you were to disrespect her. Even her siblings don't get it easy.

And you know the rule: when the most pacifist person got pissed, things will get ugly fast.

Harmonia and Eris don't interact much due to their domains being literal opposites. But they absolutely have the "Are you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna go ape shit?" dynamic.

When Cadmus came to serve Ares as atonement for slaying his serpent, Harmonia took one look at this mortal hero and got a big fat crush. But she only quietly admire Cadmus from afar and never dared to come close.

Why? Well in the godly society, apparently it's fine for gods to sleep with mortal women, but goddesses sleeping with mortal men is considered shameful (e.g. Clio chided Aphrodite for sleeping with Adonis and Merope hid in shame for marrying Sisyphus)

Ares knew about his daughter crushing on his servant but was too shy to approach him, so being the awesome father that he is, he became her wingman (or wing-dad)

Ares ordered Cadmus to run errands at places where Harmonia was often around so they would "accidentally" bump into each other. He'd nudged Cadmus like, "Hey, my little girl thought highly of you so I'll make this servitude easier for you. Also, what do you think about Harmonia?"

Aphrodite was also supportive of her daughter getting it on with Cadmus, giving her tips and tricks to win over the guy. "Goddesses being with mortal man is shameful my ass, you go get your man, dear daughter!"

Harmonia aso ried to flirt and court Cadmus with advices from Eros. Sometimes it works pretty well, other times... well, Eros got his ass beaten by his sister.

When Cadmus was done with his servitude and married Harmonia, you can imagine Ares being a shotgun father and the Erotes being shotgun brothers at the wedding.

As one of the beloved-by-all figure on Olympus, Harmonia received a lot of wedding gifts from the other gods. However, unbeknownst to all, Harmonia was given a cursed robe and necklace from Hephaestus (as revenge for her parents cheating when Aphrodite was married to Hephaestus)

It was believed that these cursed gifts were the reason why almost all children of Cadmus and Harmonia were doomed.

On an unrelated but also related note, because Hephaestus' gifts had caused Harmonia misery, Ares grew even more bitter and distant from his brother.

I'm not gonna go through all the things that happened with the House of Thebes. Let's just say all the horrors that took her children away take a toll on Harmonia. She fell into depression, beginning to doubt her own divinity and dreading over the fact that as a goddess herself, she couldn't protect all of her children from their demises.

But after everything, Harmonia held strong. She had her father's bravery and her mother's fierce love, and those two traits was what carried her through the darkest moments and made her the ever-faithful anchor for her husband.

Harmonia was the one advised Cadmus to leave the royalty life and settle for a more simpler but more peaceful one. She wouldn't mind having to live as a peasant if it meant this new life could bring peace of mind to her husband.

When Cadmus was turned into a snake, Harmonia was offered by her family to a choice to leave Cadmus and return to Olympus. She chose to stay with him, even let herself be turned into a snake to join her beloved. He was all the she had left, and she decided: if they had to go, they will go together.

And when Cadmus finally died, even if she couldn't die herself, Harmonia followed him to Elysium.

But since Harmonia is still a goddess with duties, time and time again she would have to go back to the living world to fulfill them or visit her godly family. Those parting trips weren't as long as Persephone's because Harmonia is still a minor goddess.

Anyways, it was an overall happy ending for them.

[mysticmeadowscamp]

i like silas bc nickname can be si (pron. sigh) or silly (like the word , not sy-lee) :3

idk why but w that came to mind this one silly audio w him and Dee

Silas: Gandalf the white...

Silas: Gandalf the FOOL

Dee: Two can play that game, Saruman the white

Dee: Or should I say...

Dee: Saruman the STUPID

Silas: what

Dee: Saruman the SILLY

Silas: stop that

Dee: Saruman the wrinkly

Silas: STOP

Dee: SARUMAN THE STINKYYY

Silas: NOOOOOO

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Related a little to the elder wand, how do you think the Peverell brothers created it? We don't have much information about them (I don't entirely trust the tale of Beedle the Bard). I would very much like to hear your opinion about the Peverell brothers and their relationship with the deathly hallows.

P.S. I really like your theories, I hope I don't bother you!

Thank you! 😊

And you're not bothering me at all, I'm just slow to answer asks sometimes.

As for not trusting the tale, yeah, the world of HP as depicted in the books doesn't really seem to include god-like beings the way Death is portrayed in the story of the brothers. I talked a little bit about the Deathly Hallows, Death, and the Peverell brothers here, so this is essentially a sequel to that post with just as many speculations and headcanons on my part.

Deathly Hallows and the Peverells: Part 2

I want to note I also posited that the Peverell brothers are the same ones who created the veil that we see in the Department of Mysteries (I wrote in that original post the brothers were born around 1210s, but that information came from the movies behind the scenes, and is likely inaccurate. Since then I came up with a headcanon I like better, that they are the sons of William Peverell, and therefore were born likely around 1080s). It isn't super relevant to how the Deathly Hallows were made, but I wanted to note this here nonetheless.

Let's start with what we do know about the artifacts themselves:

All three hallows are incredibly sentient, like the sorting hat or the Book of Admintence and Quill of Acceptance.

They are uniquely powerful, but we do know of other powerful magical artifacts from the same time period and it's unclear how special they are, but I'd go on a limb and say the results are near impossible to replicate.

Then there are the unique abilities of each artifact:

The wand is like any wand, except more sentient and powerful (more on that here and here)

The stone, which I posed here can't really raise the dead and only imitates them based on the users' own memories of the deceased.

The cloak, which makes you more invisible than other cloaks, lasts longer than any cloak and might (as I mentioned in the first part) allow you to go into the veil without dying.

So, I want to talk about the sentience aspect that they all share first and then go into each one of them as their own artifact.

Sentient Magical Artifacts

Arthur Weasley says this regarding the Ginny using the diary:

“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain. Why didn’t you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic — ”

(CoS, 304)

This implies sentient magical artifacts aren't that unheard of and are likely still being made. We actually see quite a few of them, from portraits to the mirrors in the early books. The question is, how? how do you breathe life into an object?

We know wands are always sentient to a degree, and however that is accomplished should be similar in theory to how any item would be turned sentient with magic.

Like always, I'm going back to the three primas of Alchemy:

Salt - body - the item

Sulfur - soul - the actual sentient part

Mercury - spirit - life that binds the soul and the body.

So, we've got a body, that's the easy part, the harder part, as I discussed with Horcruxes, is literally everything else. So, I went to see how other artifacts can have a sentience, a mind, where does the soul come from?

So what I could find is this regarding the Sorting Hat, a known sentient magical item:

Legend has it that the hat once belonged to one of the four founders, Godric Gryffindor, and that it was jointly enchanted by all four founders to ensure that students would be sorted into their eponymous houses, which would be selected according to each founder’s particular preferences in students. The Sorting Hat is one of the cleverest enchanted objects most witches and wizards will ever meet. It literally contains the intelligence of the four founders...

(from Pottermore)

The four founders who enchanted the hat, literally placed their own intelligence into the hat, making it sound not so different from a Horcrux. The Mauraders Map is quite similar too, as an item enchanted by four people which includes their very essence in their enchantment. "Copies" of Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs... and it got me to thinking about magical portraits.

Because Magical Portraits, like these sentient items, capture the "soul" of a person at the time of painting. Their knowledge and personality at the moment, captured forever. Just like the hat which is a combined effort of all four founders, or the Marauders' Map which has the Maradaurs insulting Snape and even reacting to his specific words:

“Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.”

In response to Snape referring to himself as "Professor". It shows the map is much more sentient than we usually think. Just like the magical portraits we see.

So, the answer to how all these are made is likely the same one. If we figure out how you enchant a item sentient, we figure out the map, the hat, all wands, the hallows, and all magical portraits. So the question becomes how would you magically imbue your own soul (or another's for portraits and wands) into an object without using very dark magic to ritually kill yourself?

Unlike a Horcrux, you don't want to bind your actual soul, just create a mimicry of it. A portrait, something that looks and acts like you, but isn't. And for mimicry, you wouldn't need an actual part of your soul.

So, I thought, what irl examples can I look to try and figure out how you'd go about it, and then I thought about the Golem of Prague. I'm not going to go into the story, but basically, it's a legend in which a Jewish rabbi creates a clay golem to protect the Jewish community in Prague from antisemitic attacks and pogroms. In these stories, the body Is the clay, the "soul" is often a piece of writing inserted into the golem or written on its forehead (what's written on it differs between different legends) and the spirit comes from god. So, I took inspiration from that while thinking of something that'll be more in line with the world of Harry Potter.

How to manufacture a soul image:

The soul/sulfur in Alchemy refers to the combination of the two volatile aspects — air (the Selfconscious Mind) and fire (the Superconscious Mind). This would explain why sentience and intelligence require a soul, but the fact that it's a combination of air and water is what I want to focus on since I think the phrase I used earlier: "to breathe life into" is surprisingly accurate.

So, what you need to mimic a person's soul for a portrait, let's say, is their breath and something of them that is a stand-in for their entire person.

If we go with the golem stories, this could be a piece of parchment with their name on it, something that represents only them. Considering how sacred names are in Greek and Egyptian mythologies and how in northern European folklore true names are used to bind magical creatures, this seems fitting. The type of focus names have in the HP books, with the taboo on Voldemort's name, also indicates names having weight magically. We also know the Homonculous Charm the Marauders Map uses recognizes a person's name as a definite, magically recognised aspect of their being.

But then, we don't see little slips of parchment in any of these items, their soul is imbued into the body itself. So, I theorize that breath is used as the name. Instead of just capturing any random exhale of air, you request the person state their own name into the vial and capture their name on their breath.

(for wands it's different since it heavily depends on the core, but in the case of the Elder Wand, I believe this is how its sentience came about as I'll discuss more later in this post)

How to manufacture life:

The spirit is the bridge between the volatile aspects and the fixed aspects, as such, its a combination of Water (the Subconscious Mind) and air (the Selfconscious Mind).

I don't have a specific ritual in mind, but what you need to represent life, is liquid. You can use blood in it, but that would only be necessary if you desire to mimic a specific person. Basically, you make a potion to be the "life essence" or spirit of this item. I don't have the full ingredients list, but it's mostly water, a lot of alcohol (plant spirit), and something that represents the life of the sentience you are mimicking, be it blood or another material (like hair is used in Polyjuice potion to represent the body of the specific individual whose form you wish to take).

Combine everything together:

You'd need to release the breath of the person into the item as the item is soaked in the spirit and cast some spell to bind it all. Unlike with the Horcrux, you aren't really making any oath and it isn't an actual soul you're working with, just the mimicry of it.

So, what does all this have to do with the sentience of the Deathly Hallows?

Well, I think each hallow has the sentience of the brother who made it. As in, I think they used their own name and breath (and probably blood) to make each of their respective hallows. Antioch the wand, Cadmus the stone, and Ignotus the cloak.

Now, let's go into the specifics:

The Wand

I believe the Elder Wand is more sentient than other wands because it is Antioch's consciousness and "soul copy" in there. Most wands use their core as a "soul stand-in" and while this does create a sentient wooden stick (how sentient would depend greatly on the wood and core in question), a human sentience breathed into a wand like it would be into a portrait would make it appear much more sentient, since, well, it's a person (well, a mimicry of a person).

So, I believe Antioch placed his own knowledge and personality into the Elder Wand, explaining it being as picky and fickle as it is. Its unique power is likely a result of its materials and manufacturing. I don't think it's impossible to make another wand like that, which made me feel something is missing, some extra oomph that'll make how revered the wand is to make sense.

So, what could be this extra oomph?

I think the extra oomph comes from Antioch's "echo" in the wand. Harry is told wands don't just cast spells on their own after the Battle of the Seven Potters in book 7, I think that might be why the Elder Wand is so revered. It can cast magic on its own, and powerful magic at that.

Harry's holly wand had to go through some super rare magical gymnastics with Harry and Voldy's connection to get to a point where it was capable of casting magic on its own with intention. The intention part is important as there are plenty of wands that heat up or even explode when they're bored, but they aren't casting precise spells. It's more like a general show of displeasure.

So, my headcanon is that the Elder Wand, if it wants to, could cast proper spells like any wizard. It's probably the only wand that could kill a wizard without a caster using it, so it really does make it a "Deathstick".

(I headcanon the name came about after the Elder Wand killed someone without the caster actually casting anything. Said caster, being Antioch, who the wand liked, because I think he was the kind of guy who'd love to fuck his own clone)

The Stone

The stone, I believe shows figments based on memories, and not the actual dead, and it holds the sentience of Cadmus Peverell.

As such, what the stone does is some very complex Legilimency (not unlike the sorting hat that already existed when the stone was made). First, in looking into your memories, and second in showing you these representations of people. Harry knew all the people the stone showed him and knew they were dead (He saw Remus' corpse in the Great Hall right before he left for the forest). But this explanation feels lacking, it lacks that certain oomph.

So, I like to believe the stone does know who's alive and who's dead, I think it has that knowledge so it could never show you a manifestation of your memories of a living person. But how? And what stone is it?

Let's start with the stone. The tale says Death picked up a random pebble, but throughout the books, it isn't described as a random pebble:

It was large, rather clumsily made of what looked like gold, and was set with a heavy black stone that had cracked down the middle

The black stone with its jagged crack running down the center sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible.

A pebble from a river shore is likely to be smooth and grey, not black and clunky with an engraved Deathly Hallows symbol on it. So, what stone is it likely to be?

I think it's a black obsidian. They symbolize inner reflection, revealing hidden truths, and letting go of emotional baggage, which is what the stone was meant to do, allowing Cadmus to move on from losing his wife by bringing her back. This inner reflection the stone is associated with would work well with how I think the figments it makes you see are reflections of your own memories of the deceased.

As for why it can tell who's dead and who isn't, I think it's an enchantment. I already mentioned the Homonculous Charm (used on the Marauders Map) that can show living people present in a certain area. I think, this speculated charm on the stone, is one of Cadmus' own making, and it works very much like a Homonculous Charm, in that it knows to recognize the names of everyone in the world, and so, tell if someone is dead or not. It sounds like a lot, honestly, but I think it is possible.

I do like to think Cadmus really was trying to bring people back from the dead. He used obsidian for its association with the hidden, like the afterlife. The Legilimency was so the stone could know who he was trying to bring back and the Homonculous-like Charm was to locate the descesed. Except, it ended up not really working and just gave a form to his memories of the dead and not the dead themselves.

The Cloak

The cloak makes one invisible, more invisible than other cloaks, and its enchantment seems ever-lasting. I also, believe the cloak is just as sentient as the other two hallows, carrying the knowledge and personality of Ignotus Peverell.

Now, most invisibility cloaks in the wizarding world are thought to be made from Demiguise hair, as a Demiguise can turn invisible at will. But I think this particular cloak is different. I think it is made from Thestral hair, the same as the core of the Elder Wand. Thestrals are associated with death, invisible to those who haven't seen death, so the ability to be completely invisible is present in the material.

I think the Thestral hair the cloak is made of is enchanted in a way that'll make it invisible to everyone, even those who've seen death, which would make the legend of the cloak: "hide from even death himself" make sense with the origin of how it was made.

So, essentially, the cloak is made from Thestral hair that was magically tricked into thinking no one has seen death (so it'll remain invisible) and has the knowledge and personality of Ignotus Peverell.

In Summary:

The Elder Wand is uniqly sentient having an image of Antioch Peverell's soul. It's special in being not only a powerful and picky wand but being able to actually cast spells, due to having a fully human sentience which wands do not generally have.

The Resurrection Stone like the wand, holds the sentience of Cadmus Peverell. It is made of obsidian and shows figments based on the memories of the user through Legilimency. The stone would never show a living person though, as it can tell who's alive through a variation of the Homonculous Charm.

The Invisibility Cloak holds the sentience of Ignotus Peverell and is made of Thestral hair tricked into thinking no one has seen death and like this: "hides even from death himself"

At least, these are my best guesses.

[cadmusfly]

please tell me about the bagpipe dubstep 🙏

Bagpipe Dubstep.

YUKI is my fav song (though I also really like Cliche, NiTRO and a few others!)

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

🩴 Honoria & Cadmus?

Honoria (bold of you to assume she wears anything)

Cadmus

[irradiatedvulture]

Show me the 💕outfit Cadmus

He’s a simple man. Bro doesn’t know how to dress up nice

[satyr-gardens]

" Kill your parents."

"I already killed one of them, took his power and grew horns for the act, Of course at the time he was trying to possess me and as far as parents go even with all my trauma, Stan and Al...they did okay better than some others. Have you ever considered killing your parents? How did that work out for you Mister?"

@skxrbrand

[taintedsoul-if]

This whole drabble stressed my pea-sized brain out. At one point, I wanted to throw my device into the wall (though I would never harm my precious babies). Enjoy. Word count: 2150.

Cadmus × MC

You push open the door, and the sweet scent of incense envelops you. The pleasure house is dimly lit, with soft music and drunken laughter filling the air. A wave of nostalgia washes over you, reminiscent of The Ole Rose, your former haunt. You can't help but wonder if Ada is doing well. Though you hope your mother's schemes go unpunished, you know Ada will uncover the truth. Her tenacity is unwavering, and she'll stop at nothing to expose the secrets that led to your demise. You're torn between your love for your mother and your desire for justice. The madam, resplendent in red robes, approaches with a captivating sway of her hips. "Well, well, well, a new face! It's lovely to have you here, stranger."

The madam's warm smile and sultry tone break the spell of nostalgia, and you focus on the present. You take in the opulent decorations and the patrons' revelry, feeling a sense of disconnection from this life. "Just passing here to enjoy a drink or two. No company necessary." You emphasize the last part, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. The madam's eyes sparkle with understanding, and she nods. "Very well, stranger. You're welcome to stay. Take a seat wherever you like. I'll send someone over with a drink of your choice." Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before she turns to attend to another patron, leaving you to your thoughts. Your eyes scan the room, searching for a quiet corner to escape into, when they land on a familiar figure - Cadmus, sitting in the shadows.

The memories of Cadmus's avoidance at school flood your mind, making you hesitant to approach him now. You recall how he'd vanish into thin air, leaving you feeling frustrated and unwanted. With a deep breath, you decide to respect his boundaries and not force an interaction. Instead, you redirect your attention to finding a peaceful spot to collect your thoughts. Your eyes scan the room, searching for a secluded corner where you can retreat into your own world.

As you search for a quiet corner, your eyes land on a cozy nook partially hidden by a velvet curtain. The soft glow of a lantern illuminates the area, casting a warm and inviting light. You make your way towards it.

Just as you settle in, the Madame of the pleasure house approaches, accompanied by two individuals with striking features and slender physiques. "These two have just arrived," she says with a knowing smile. "Although you declined company, they can assist with pouring your drink and attending to any other needs you may have."

You smile politely, feeling a bit uneasy at the Madame's suggestion. "Thank you, but I'm quite alright on my own," you reply, trying to decline their services.

However, the two individuals approach you with charming smiles, their eyes sparkling with interest. The woman, with raven-black hair and porcelain skin, introduces herself as Luna, while the man, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, introduces himself as Kael.

Luna takes the liberty of pouring you a glass of wine, her fingers brushing against yours as she hands it to you. Kael, meanwhile, takes a seat next to you, his proximity making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

The Madame, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement, nods and excuses herself, leaving you with the unlikely trio.

As you raise the glass to your lips, a flicker of uncertainty crosses your face. The wine's flavors explode on your palate, a masterful balance of sweet and bitter notes. But before you can savor the taste, a chilly voice cuts through the air. "Indulging in drugged wine to get yourself in the mood, I see." Your head jerks up, and your eyes meet Cadmus's piercing vermilion gaze. He looms over you, his presence both captivating and intimidating.

You gaze up at Cadmus, his piercing vermilion eyes seeming to bore into your soul, their inscrutable expression unreadable. "Cadmus," you say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the sudden tension. Ignoring his words, you brush them off, still remembering the stinging feeling of his avoidance. "So now you want to talk to me?" You take another sip, the sweetness and bitterness dancing on your tongue.

"You're both dismissed," Cadmus said curtly. The servers scurried away like they'd been doused with cold water, abandoning their posts without a second glance. Your eyes blazed with anger, and your glass hit the table with a sharp crack. You rose from your seat, your finger pointing at Cadmus like a dagger. "Who do you think you are, dismissing my servers like they're your personal minions?" Your voice was low and even, "You've been avoiding me like the plague in public - at school of all places! Making me look like a damn stalker for trying to talk to you, but now you're ready to get cozy in private?"

"When you approach me, do you feel anything?" Cadmus asked, disregarding your words. His hand clasped around your index finger.

"What does your approaching me have to do with anything? I am talking about you avoiding me!" You tried jerking your finger out of his hold, which didn't budge.

"Mi sol, I am getting very impatient and I don't know how long I am able to hold out for."

Gnashing your teeth together, you smacked his hand. "Stop calling me that! My impatience is also wearing thin! Your feelings aren't the only..." You were unable to finish your sentence, as Cadmus's lips covered your own, silencing you completely.

Cadmus's lips were warm and demanding, his kiss deepening as he pulled you closer. Your mind raced, torn between the anger and frustration that had been building and the sudden rush of emotions his kiss evoked. You felt like you were drowning in the sensation, your resistance melting away with each passing moment.

As suddenly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Cadmus pulled back, his eyes burning with desire. "I've missed you," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stood there, breathless and bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. Your heart raced, your lips still tingling from the kiss. "You've got some nerve," you managed to stammer, trying to regain your composure.

Your body felt hot, as if it was suddenly doused in a tub of hot water. Your vision blurs, and you stumble, feeling your weight pressed against Cadmus.

"Even the weakest drug has such a lethal effect on you." Nestling your head against Cadmus's shoulder, your body trembled. Thinking about it now, he did say something about the wine being drugged, but because of the hurt, you chose to ignore his words.

"Riaz... Do what needs to be done. We're leaving."

Your body felt light. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Cadmus's neck and closed your eyes. When have you ever let your guard down around someone since transmigrating here? Never. This is the first. Cadmus felt like a home away from home. He made you feel like this is where you've always belonged. Right here in his arms. His hand cradled your head protectively.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

When you opened your eyes, you were in a tub filled to the brim with water, small purple petals floated atop the water in tranquility. Craning your head, you tried to get a good look at your surroundings. White walls, marble tile countertops attached to a glass-embedded sink with lights. There was a stone-tiled shower with a rain showerhead.

Realizing your new location was a bathroom, you quickly sat up in the tub to check if you were fully clothed, which you were, and your memory was a bit blurry. The last thing you remembered was being 'forcefully' kissed by Cadmus. At the thought of him, the bathroom door opened, and he entered, his hair dripping with water on his robe, which was loosely tied in the middle. He silently stalked across the room towards where you were, reaching out a hand, and he touched your forehead. "Mhmm, better."

"Where are we?"

Cadmus gazed at you. "Home," he responded. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub, wetting the bottom of his bathrobe. "The drug's effect should wear off in the next hour."

"I—"

"Clean yourself up and get some rest. I'll have Riaz drop you off at home in a few hours." Cadmus turned to leave, but you sprang up from your seated position to grab onto his hand. With your sudden movement, the robe slipped off his shoulder, exposing the smooth expanse of his pale, flawless skin.

"You'll go back to avoiding me after this, won't you? If I did something wrong for you to dislike me, you can say so."

Cadmus's eyes narrowed, his voice low. "What's going on in your head? Do you think I'd bring you here if I had even a hint of dislike for you?"

You stood firm, meeting his gaze. "You've been evasive with your answers," you pointed out, your tone direct.

Cadmus's expression turned edgy. "If you had answered my question earlier, maybe I wouldn't be wondering if you're hiding something," he shot back, his words laced with a hint of frustration.

His hand enveloped yours, his lips slightly parted as he gazed at you. You looked down at his hand, feeling his fingers trace gentle circles on your skin. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over you, as if he had done this many times before. But that was impossible - you'd only just met him. The familiarity must be a reminder of the person he had mentioned, the one he had lost. A pang of jealousy flared in your chest, but you didn't have time to dwell on it.

"You're the bane of all my suffering and pain, mi sol. Yet, I still crave you with every fiber of my being," Cadmus mutters, his eyes icy cold. "I vowed that our last lifetime together would be the final time I'd succumb to such all-consuming desire and need for you. But it seems that, despite everything, my body, mind, and entire existence remain inextricably bound to yours. You're nothing short of cruel, mi sol."

With those words, his hand released yours, and he stepped back, creating a distance between your bodies. "Rest well, mi sol."

"Cad—" But he didn't allow you to finish, swiftly turning and departing from the room, the door closing softly behind him, leaving you with a sense of longing and unanswered questions.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

You stepped out of your room, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the night. Cadmus's mansion was a maze of long, winding hallways, the shadows cast by the flickering lights making it seem like the walls were moving. But you weren't intimidated.

You wanted to clear the air between you and Cadmus. Your body craved his presence just as fiercely as his seemed to crave yours. If that weren't the case, you wouldn't be trying so hard to catch his eye. The weight of guilt was crushing you, making you wonder how you'd caused someone as strong as Cadmus so much pain.

Seeking him out might seem irrational, but you needed answers. At the end of the hall, a door stood slightly ajar, warm light spilling out like an invitation. You made your way towards it, your mind made up.

Inside the room, Cadmus sat amidst towering shelves, engrossed in a book. Though he didn't acknowledge your presence, his body tensed as you entered. You locked the door, your mind filled  with doubts.

But your feet seemed rooted to the spot as Cadmus's gaze finally met yours, "You should be resting," he said gruffly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

"I can't rest until we talk," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your thoughts a jumbled mix of emotions: frustration, longing, and a hint of fear.

Cadmus snapped his book shut and rose from his seat, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. "No explanations necessary. I've made peace with our fate. We're not meant to be together in this life."

Cadmus drew closer, his eyes burning with hunger, your heart raced and your thoughts grew jumbled. You felt like a rabbit caught in a predator's gaze, frozen in place yet longing to flee. But your words spilled out, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between you: "What does fate have to do with it?"

"Everything," Cadmus replied, his voice low and intense. "Don't you feel anything when I'm near, mi sol?"

You backed against the door, your heart pounding like a horse's hooves. The attraction between you was undeniable, but something held you back from surrendering to it.

Cadmus's hands slammed against the door, his white hair cascading down his shoulders. His vermilion eyes locked onto yours, their gazes lingering in a tense, breathless moment.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* The End *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

[wolfsbanesparks]

Wolf wolf wolf

I've been doing some research with DC animated shows for some of my WIPs, and might have started another fic idea. What do you think about a Batman Beyond AU where Terry (and Matt, since they're brothers) weren't the only results of the Beyond project created by Waller (Cadmus, is that how it's spelled??) What if the project also had subdivisions/beyond projects for other superheroes, not just batman, but after the project was abandoned, the children created by it were left undetected and their locations unknown. Like for Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, etc.

I definitely would need to flesh this out more. And giving Conner and Jon another sibling seems like fun (I'd find a way to rearrange some things so that certain characters exist in this timeline along with the batfam existing and being on good terms)

Also I'm really looking forward to writing a seperate fic about the Batfam meeting Terry and Matt from the future thanks to a time portal made on accident by Booster Gold.

I think it would be very cool (and logical) for Cadmus to want to make projects from as many heroes as they could. You'll have to mix and match canon to make things work but it could be really cool way to create a new generation of heroes to work alongside Terry (or butt heads with him). But thats what fanfiction is for! Maybe Terry is the first to learn about all of this stuff, and he has to go looking for these other kids, trying to help them out. It'd be a great exercise in making fun and relatable OCs!

I love batfam meeting Terry and Matt time travel stories! The fact it's Booster Gold's fault is just hilarious.

[outwithlantern]

True image of the false mirror something something the comodification of kon's personhood because of his clone status something something

[the-witching-ash]

🖼 + any Triton crossover?

Since Triton and Honoria are here, it felt fair to do Triton & Cadmus. 😅 (with NSFW variants. 👀)

Triton:

Cadmus:

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Dionysus: Kadmos, hear what suffering Fate appoints for you. You shall transmute your nature, and become a serpent. Your wife Harmonia, whom her father Ares gave to you, a mortal, likewise shall assume the nature of beasts, and live a snake. The oracle of Zeus foretells that you, at the head of a barbaric horde, shall with your wife drive forth a pair of heifers yoked, and with your countless army destroy many cities; but when they plunder Loxias' oracle, they shall find a miserable homecoming. However, Ares shall at last deliver both you and Harmonia, and grant you immortal life among the blessed gods.

-Euripedes, Bacchae

Some additional info about Cadmus for the other anon. I think its Ares who deliver them to Elysium in this version 🥺

Oh, wow. I know there is a version where it was Ares who delivered Harmonia and Cadmus away but can't remember where it's from, so I didn't mention it.

Thank you so much for your addition, Anon! You just add more points for our Best Dad Ares truthers :)))))

[mysticmeadowscamp]

ouuuughhh ,,, and this is right after dee drops out and doesn’t know what to do with her life and feels so bad but flo basically swoops in like “hey , don’t worry ! there’s so many other options ! and look at how many people think you’re the coolest person ever ! it doesn’t matter if you take the conventional route or not ,, that’s not the only way to make a difference :)” ,,,,,, flo being the one to suggest camp is so flo coded plsssssss

and dee probably asks cadmus (which btw imma be real this name never really clicked all the way with me idk why) to come with cuz they still feel nervous and like they’ll be a bad influence :( and that’s also part of why vee decides to try and get over their fear of being away from home ,,,,,,,

also ,,,,,,,,,, dee’s bf (i’m blanking on his name rn i’m so sorry) as a counselor mayhaps ? and that’s mayhaps how they meet ? mayhaps ,,,,,? 😳👉👈

GIGGLING

Okok but ooohh this is so good you are so so right... Flo ilysm my beloved

Also ooo yea yea... Actually hang on ive never been to a summer camp in my life thats not a thing here, how many camp counselors are there