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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 3

Hello all, here I am, once again, presenting you with more of Midnight Striga. Thank you for your consideration.

Eda grumbled, awkwardly shifting in her seat. The fact that she was stuck here, in this den of propaganda and conformity grated on every fiber of her being. Still, the chance to loot this place after the fact was incredibly enticing, feeling herself grin at the thought. Glancing to the kids next to her, Eda took stock of what Luz had shared about them; the Plant Girl had serious power to her, enough to wipe the floor with full adults if she felt like it, and the Illusion Boy was a genuine prodigy, something rare, much like herself. ‘It made sense they would end up in Luz’s odd gravity,’ she mused. As the lights started to dim, signalling the start, Eda grumbled again, longing for it to end.

Bump strode forth to his place on the terrace, raising a mic to his face. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Witches and demons of all ages!” His voice boomed, echoing across the excited crowd. “It is my pleasure,” ‘Suck it up and think of the funding Bump, think of the funding!’ “To present to you… The Emperor’s Coven!!” With an explosion of fog and light, three Guards sauntered forth, with one even launching themselves into the air for the spectacle. Bump groaned internally at the theatrics, reminding himself once again of the funding this would net him and the school. The crowd roared.

“Now, I must ask you, do you all wish to know what the pinnacle of magic is?” He called out, hamming it up.

“Is it this!?” One of Bump’s students, one of the transfers from Glandus if he recalled correctly, excitedly shouted, before magically enlarging their head, collapsing on another student and prompting chuckles from his group.

“Wow, I have failed you as a principal.” Bump bluntly stated at the off-putting sight, not entirely sure how to process it. Brushing the uncomfortable moment aside, Bump regained his momentum. “No, it stands before you! The Emperor’s Coven possesses the ability to use not one, not two, but ALL Forms of magic!!” He boldly proclaimed, as the guards below unleashed dazzling displays of power. Privately, after his conversation that day of Boscha’s brief rampage, Bump wasn’t too sure about the Emperor’s personal followers being the pinnacle they were described as.

“Whoo! Luz, did you see that!” Gus excitedly yelled, bouncing up and down in his seat.

“Eh.” Luz shrugged her shoulders, before critiquing the group below. “Powerful, but overly flashy, and not particularly quick. Wasteful of energy, and not much technique that I can see. I give it a 6 out of 10.” She clinically listed off, marking each point with a raised finger, raising an extra finger to give the score, resulting in Gus and Willow deflating over her disinterest.

Oblivious to the musings of those who had started the change that was slowly encroaching Bonesburough, and the Isles at large, Bump continued his presentation. “And now, it is my honor to present to you,” and this time he wasn’t just speaking out of his rear, “an individual who stands at the top. You know her,” light and mist pooled around his feet, “you love her,” a massive, translucent raven cawed and swooped down next to him, tucking into itself, “give it up for Emperor’s Coven Head, Lilith Clawthorne!!” The raven burst away, revealing Lilith standing next to him as he quickly stepped back, wearing the traditional cloak of the EC and a stylized mask, black-painted lips quirked up in a smile.

Eda choked on her drink (that she’d stolen), desperately sucking for air. She eeked out a hushed, “Lily?”

“You know her?” Luz asked, Willow and Gus sparing Eda a glance of light concern.

Eda gave a resigned nod. “She’s my sister.” This elicited widened eyes from the three, and Eda just knew they’d be asking questions afterward. Ugh.

Lilith walked up to the front of the terrace, mildly glad for her former principal’s presence and his glowing introduction, she would NEVER admit it aloud but she always gained the worst jitters when it came to public speaking, even if she was skilled in it. She smoothly pulled away her mask, allowing her features to be seen and admired by the crowd. She felt a smug glow of satisfaction over her looks, before focusing on the present situation. “Citizens of the Boiling Isles!!” Her voice boomed, a neat little trick she had learned for just these sorts of situations. “I am proud to stand before you today, humbled by the exaltation you have displayed.” She gave an elaborate bow, prompting a roar of enthusiasm from the crowd.

“It wasn’t easy to rise as far as I have. I too started from humble beginnings.” This prompted some muttering from the assembled crowd, particularly from those students who were themselves from rather humble backgrounds. “But now, I possess the highest honor of enforcing the Emperor’s will!” An honor that would all be worth it when he saved her sister, her stubborn, arrogant, bleeding-heart sister. “And today, I am pleased to present my protege!” She announced, raising her hand. In a burst of light, there she stood. “Amity Blight!” As the crowd went wild, she allowed her student to bask in it, a smirk playing across her face at the barely hidden giddiness. “She has taken the steps to excel, to ascend to the highest level! Work hard, and the Emperor’s Coven awaits you!” She shouted, slamming her staff down, and with a flash, she and Amity vanished into the depths of the Center, the crowd crowing in delight behind them.

Smirking, she and Amity waltzed into the main area of the center, watching in satisfaction as the excited crowd poured from the stadium area. Turning to her with gleaming eyes, Amity said. “That was amazing Miss Lilith! You were incredible out there.” She said with a grin, before turning serious. “I must ask, when will our next lesson take place?”

Lilith hid a smirk. The girl was eager, ambitious, skilled, and dedicated; even just one of those traits would serve her well in life, but all? She would truly be a monster to contend with as she grew older. She just needed to look into subtlety a bit more. “I believe I can schedule a lesson to take place in a weeks time, sometime around the weekend. If that’s acceptable of course.” She raised an eyebrow. She knew it would be, but politeness and social expectations existed for a reason.

Amity gave a solemn nod. “Of course. I will take my leave.” She said, walking off into the crowd, entering from the area containing those who had not exited the stadium, a smart way to avoid being mobbed by the crowd.

“Take care, Amity Blight.” Lilith murmured. “It would not do for your potential to be cut short.” With her musings over, she wandered into the main body of the Covention, prepared to meet and greet her public. Ah, the sacrifices made for a life such as hers.

Amity wandered through the center, idly taking note of the various Covens that had set up today. None truly interested her, but seeing the dedication on display, the willingness to restrict oneself so deeply in pursuit of one’s personal passions was admirable in its own way. She wondered what path she would’ve taken, had she not been born a Blight; would she still have this intense drive to excel, or would she be content with simpler things? She would never truly know, but it was an interesting thought. Lost in her musings, she was rightfully started when she crashed into someone.

As she fell, Amity caught a glimpse of the person who had also taken a plunge in their collision, and her eyes widened. Chocolaty brown skin. Smooth, swirled brunette hair. A light blue shirt with a stylized picture of a cat, tucked beneath a hybrid vest and jacket of gleaming white with a climbing vine decal. Well worn beige pants, and sporty looking shoes. Wide expressive eyes. And, most telling, rounded ears. In a flash, Amity had essentially memorized her appearance. Now if only she could puzzle out why she had done so…

With a small gasp of slight pain, Amity crashed to the ground, the human girl doing so not a second later. Growling at the discomfort, Amity quickly moved to her feet, wrestling control from her temper before it reacted over an accident. “Oh man, I am so sorry for that.” The human groaned, clambering to her feet. Stretching herself out briefly, the girl gave Amity a discerning look, before familiarity dawned on her. “Oh yeah, you were at the school that day! Amity, right?” She asked, holding out a hand for a shake.

Amity glanced at the hand, and briefly contemplated not shaking, before stifling the impulse, giving the girl a firm grip. “Indeed. I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced, however.” She said, cocking an eyebrow. She gave a shallow bow. “I am Amity Blight, youngest of the Blight family and heir-apparent of our name and company, Blight Industries. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She recited, keeping the kind of bland, formal tone you’d expect from a meeting between politicians, prompting a mild look of surprise from Luz.

The human grinned, almost amused, much to Amity’s confusion. “Well, Miss Blight, it is a pleasure to officially meet you when you aren’t acting like a bitch.” She said bluntly, but without a hint of malice or mocking that Amity could detect.

Amity awkwardly clutched her shirt, feeling small at the reminder of her conduct from that day, however lacking in harshness that reminder was. “Indeed. Speaking of which, may I know your name?” She requested.

The human arched an eyebrow, but shrugged, agreeing. “Eh, why not. The name’s Luz Noceda. Why did you ask?”

Amity internally sighed in relief that she’d be able to finish part of her mission so quickly. “For this.” Stepping back, Amity once again bowed, this time a full bow at the waist, head parallel to the ground. “Luz Noceda, I, Amity Blight, offer my sincerest apologies for my conduct towards you prior to today. I allowed anger, suspicion, and bias to cloud my judgement, but that is no excuse for what I said to you. I was dismissive, rude, and judgmental. If my apology is insufficient, I will do anything within reason to make amends.” Amity shut her eyes tight, desperately begging to the Titan that she wouldn’t be ridiculed, that her words would be accepted. The fact that this was so public… it burned her, how many people might try and hurt her with this.

“Aw man, could you get up? There’s no need for that.” Amity cracked an eye open, spying Luz’s sardonic expression.

“I beg your pardon?” Amity started.

“Look,” Luz began, giving a loose shrug, “I’ve been called way worse before by much more horrible people than you. Was I mad when you said those things? Oh absolutely. But, I got over it, because it wasn’t worth holding a grudge against someone who probably ended up regretting it, if they hadn’t already regretted it after saying it, and had been punished enough. You okay with just forgetting about it all?”

Amity huffed, amused at Luz’s candidness. “Very well.” Her face grew serious. “However, I would like to make a request, if it isn’t too presumptuous of me.”

“Oh?” Luz mused, cocking her head. “That depends on what your request is.”

“What are you?” Amity asked, Luz pulling up short, dumbfounded. Amity continued on. “I know you’re human. But strange things have surrounded you. You helped Willow gain an immense increase in skill after just a short conversation, and was able to oversee her application of her new skill level. You were able to survive a confrontation against Boscha while she was wielding those flames. And there have been rumors about someone matching your expression appearing around town.” She slowly walked around Luz, allowing herself to gain a better look all around. “I want answers for the mysteries surrounding you. Please.” She finished, fixing a strong, unwavering stare on Luz.

Luz sighed, scratching her head. “Ugh, fine, but it’ll cost you.” She said, opening a single eye to look at Amity.

Amity nodded firmly. “How much.” She had told herself she wouldn’t be leaving the girl without answers, and even if her mother was annoyed at the expense, it would be well worth it to give Amity peace of mind.

“An apology.”

Amity paused, perplexed. “But I already gave you one?”

Luz shook her head, elaborating. “Not for me. For Willow. If you want answers, you have to apologize to Willow.”

Amity gave a smirk. “Well lucky for me I was already planning on doing just that.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Provided she grants me an apology as well.”

“Huh, looks like things’ll work out pretty easily! She wanted to give you one too.”

“In that case, I see no reason we shouldn’t look for her. Care to join me?” Amity finished, gesturing for Luz to follow her. Shrugging, the human girl followed the witch through the crowd, unaware of the elongated figure looming in the shadows.

Eda stormed through the Covention, nimble fingers snatching up odds and ends as she shifted through the crowd, looking for her quarry. As she finished stashing the last of her loot in her hair, her eyes sharpened, spotting her target. Gliding forth, she stopped dead center in front of her prey.

“Hey Lily.” Eda grinned, all teeth.

“Ah, Edalyn!” Lilith drawled, pulling herself up from where she had been signing a little Witchling’s poster. “You came after all!” She placed a hand under her chin, looking smug. “Still rooting around in the trash in that shack of yours?” She chuckled at her little ‘joke.’

Eda rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, real funny.” Getting an idea, she leaned over to the kids, she whispered. “Hey, did you kids know Lily used to wet her bed until she was-”

“Edalyn!” Lilith yelped in embarrassment as the children giggled.

Eda smirked, before pulling out her wallet (one of them anyway), and gave each child a small snail bill. “Hey, why don’t you kids all get yourselves a treat and go back to your parents, okay?” As the children eagerly nodded, rushing off, she turned to Lilith, her smile dropping into cool seriousness.

“Ugh, what do you want, Edalyn?” Lilith scoffed, folding her arms. Suddenly, she blinked, eyes brightening. “Unless… you’re finally here to join the Coven!” She cheered, a childish delight gleaming in her eyes.

“No.” Eda flatly stated.

“Oh.” Lilith said just as flatly, her excitement dead already. “Well, in that case-”

“I learned something pretty interesting, Lily.” Eda began, grabbing her sister’s attention. “About how the Emperor’s Coven presented what happened to me to the public.”

Lilith felt her blood chill; she had never really agreed with that decision, but it had been out of her hands. If Edalyn was bringing this up now… “And this holds bearing, how?” She asked, trying to play it off.

“I want you to set the record straight, Lily.” Eda said, a note of barely contained fury in her voice. “Now. If not sooner.”

Lilith reeled back. “I couldn’t possibly do such a thing! It is the Emperor’s Will!”

“Nuts to the Emperor, Lily!!” Eda shouted, slamming her fist against the wall nearest to them. “He used my pain, my trauma, my public humiliation as a way to get people to fall in line. I hate the Coven System, but I’m willing to accept that for most people, they choose to be a part of it. But using what happened to me as a way of scaring kids into falling in step!? I won’t stand for it!!”

“It’s not my decision to make, Edalyn.” Lilith coldly replied. “And really, you have no one but yourself to blame; if you just joined a Coven all that silliness would just drift away.” She firmly replied, internally begging that Edalyn would finally see reason, to agree with her, to admit she was right!!!

Eda paused. Then she chuckled. “Okay. I really didn’t want to do this. But! It looks like you aren’t giving me a real choice.” With a sigh, Eda stepped back, just enough to where she could point at Lilith at full extension. “Lilith Clawthorne, I challenge you to a Witch’s Duel.”

Nearby Witches and Demons gasped, reeling back, even as Lilith herself blinked in shock.

“Edalyn, you can’t possibly be serious!” She said, shock still coursing through her body.

“The terms are as follows,” Eda said, steadfastly ignoring the increasing mutters of the crowd. “If I win, you have to publicly admit the truth behind my curse, not that crap the Emperor peddles. If you win, I’ll join Bonehead’s little club.” She finishes, crossing her arms in defiance.

“Edalyn, you can’t be-” Lilith starts, only to cut herself off with a choke, as Eda formed the glowing white circle of an unbreakable vow, already sticking her hand through. “You really are serious.” Lilith breathes out.

“I am.” Eda says grimly. Staring at her sister’s hand trepidatiously, Lilith’s eyes flash with fear, shock, longing, pride, and finally, determination. Reaching out, she joins hands with her sister, for the first time in years… and completes the vow. The duel is officially on.

“A Witch’s Duel, eh?” A cold voice mutters in the dark, shadowed figures lurking behind them. “Well, won’t that be a fun way to start this operation.” They chuckled, their entourage cackling behind them, the cooling corpse of a Coven Guard behind them.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #luz noceda #principal bump #willow park #gus porter #amity blight #magic

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12timetraveler · 4 years ago

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Lilith Abernathy

(@tahitianmangoes ‘s post about Poppy inspired me to finish up Lilith’s backstory)

Born Ruth Esther Abernathy, Lilith was raised by two god-fearing Christians in a small town nestled in the mountains in the West. It was a small, tight-knit religious community, hidden from the rest of the world because they were persecuted for their religious practices, particularly that of plural marriages. They stayed quiet, so that they weren’t found and could remain untouched by the outside world. Little Ruth Esther didn’t even meet anyone from the outside world until she was 8 years old.

She was raised to be an obedient woman. Taught to never speak her mind, never speak unless spoken to. Her place on this earth was to marry a man and serve him, bear his children, and raise them to be good, god-fearing people. Not knowing anything else, Ruth Esther accepted that this is just the way life was meant to be.

One day when Ruth Esther was about 13, Black Belle and her boys rode into town, taking what they could and wreaking havoc on the little town. Instead of fearing the outlaw like she should have, Ruth Esther’s eyes were opened to another possibility of life. One she could shape however she liked. She all but worshiped Black Belle.

She knew that she could never live a meek life now. Whenever she could, Ruth Esther would steal her half-brother’s guns and take them out to practice with, so one day she could be a great gunslinger like Black Belle.

It wasn’t long before her parents caught her. She was beaten for her insolence, and her parents informed her she'd be married to a man twice her age who already had two wives. Ruth knew she couldn’t stay, couldn’t allow herself to become trapped like that, so at the age of 15 she fled east with nothing on her back but a small satchel of food and her father’s hunting rifle.

She took the name Lilith, a powerful woman in biblical history. Adam’s first wife, who was created as his equal and refused to bow to his will. Eventually cast out of Eden and was replaced by Eve who was made to be lesser than Adam. Having been named after two Biblical women who were toted around as good examples of wives, Lilith thought it was fitting to start her new life with the name of someone who was the opposite.

Unfortunately, knowing how to shoot a gun wasn’t enough, and soon Lilith found herself lost on a snowy mountain peak, starving to death and unable to hunt anything. She would have died had she not been discovered by another young person who fled their family; Charles Smith.

Charles had little more to his name than Lilith did, but he wasn’t going to let her starve. He brought her back to where he was camped out, shared the game he’d hunted, and took care of her until she was well.

Charles and Lilith ran together for some time. He taught her how to hunt, she taught him how to turn pelts into clothes, one of the few good skills her domestic upbringing had taught her. The two got along very well, and were a good team, but Lilith was determined to make her own way, without needing anyone else. Charles tried to convince her she was being stubborn and thick headed, that everyone needs help on occasion, but Lilith wouldn’t listen. She was determined to make her own way, alone. After a very loud argument about this, she and Charles went their separate ways. She later regretted this, and vowed that if she ever saw Mr. Smith again she’d do everything she could to apologize.

Lilith began following her idols footsteps. She began holding up stages, breaking into houses, anything she could do to get her money. She used this money not only to feed herself, but to buy beautiful blue clothing, wanting to emulate her idols fashion sense as well, but with her own flare. Blue is her favorite color.

Once, she broke into a large mansion and raided the place, earning herself quite a large score. As she was leaving, she noticed a scruffy, emaciated horse in their stable, a black and white Hungarian Half-bred. The horse was clearly not well looked after, and looked like a walking skeleton. Lilith had just recently lost her horse, a scruffy old nag she’d found alone in the wilderness.

Lilith couldn’t stand seeing this horse so neglected, practically on deaths door. So she stole the horse as well, and nursed it back to health. She named the horse River Lily, and the two make an unstoppable team. River Lily has never let Lilith down.

Some call Lilith the Blue Belle because she takes after Black Belle a lot, but she personally doesn't think she's worthy of that title.

Despite having left her old, meek life behind, some of that has stuck with her, probably always will. She only speaks when she must. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, but she also doesn’t find it necessary to talk all that much, and stays quiet for the most part.

Over the years, many bounty hunters were sent after her by her parents to bring her home so they could save her soul. The scar on her face came from a particularly rough scuffle with a bounty hunter who slashed her across the face with a knife. She managed to knock the knife out of his hands, and he beat her over the head with a bottle. But despite all that, she managed to end him and escape, keeping her freedom.

When she was younger she was much wilder. More willing to kill, taking riskier and riskier jobs and not really caring who got hurt. But now she's settled some and just wants to live a quiet life as her own woman. Maybe find a companion on her own terms and just live her life. But of course it's not that easy.

For now she’s working jobs for whoever she can, so long as they’re more honorable and fit her new moral code (though she can’t resist helping out Black Belle any time she calls. She nearly fainted when she found Black Belle in that little shack down in Lemoyne). She’s trying to find that balance between being her own woman, and being a good person.

#Lilith Abernathy #rdr2 #rdr2 oc #rdr2 online #rdr2 online oc

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gxthicwxrm · 5 years ago

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D.R.S.B// J.M Chapter Two

Chapter One

Chapter Two

I get up to go to my room around two hours later, Room 64. Still drunk, Liz helps me up to the stairs without falling. I thank her multiple times on our way up. In return she hushes me, telling me she can’t even understand me. I giggle stupidly. Once we hit the landing, I hear the same male voice from before. A blurred tall form, presumingly a male, wraps their arms around me.

“Be careful, March. I like her.” I hear Liz say. I smile warmly. She and I immediately clicked in the last two-three hours. She’s like the older sister I never had. The comforting smell of vanilla, coconut and the faint hint of cigarettes fill my nostrils. I lean into the male figure’s scent. His hand rests on my left side, pulling me to my room.

“You smell sooooooooo good. Oh, God.” I moan as I turn my face closer to his body. His chest vibrates with a chuckle that transforms into a full-on laugh. I look up to him, smiling widely. His laugh sounded like an opera singer’s heaven. His face was blurred around the edges but I could see the corners of his mouth turned upwards. From what my vision would allow, his face was beautiful. Dark eyes, that even in my drunken state, were memorizing. A strong jawline, smooth pale skin that was a 180 compared to his dark features. His face was beautiful yet had a sinister edge.

“You have a nice laugh. I like it.” He looked shocked at my confession. No matter how hard I tried to keep my mouth shut, it failed me. He smiled. He shook his head slightly. He opened his mouth but soundlessly, closed it again. I frowned, furrowing my brows. Rude.

“You’re welcome. No reason to say thank you.” I breathed semi-inaudibly. He burst into another bit of laughter. I looked down at the ground. We were moving slowly. Suddenly, I was bratty-feeling.

“Well, Dearest. My sincerest apologies. I indeed would never mean to upset you, love. Thank you very much for your compliment.” His thick accent was prominent in each word he spoke. Even the words he chose to use and his voice was hypnotic. I must be extremely drunk. All I can account for was drinking half a bottle of Vodka and a beer. I am sure that’s it. I hope. I smile at him and nod, accepting his apologies. We finally get to the room. He opens the door for me. I stop him from going it, the memory of Adrian hits me.

“Could you uhm..go in to check no one is in there? I sound ridiculous but I’m paranoid-”

‘Of course, darling. You are not being ridiculous. It is good to be cautious, love.” His rich voice soothes my worries. He puts me closest to the wall for support and goes into the room. He walks around the front room, checking the bathroom, then dining area before coming back to me. “It is safe for you to go in, deary. Do you need any more assistance?” He puts his hands back around my waist before walking me towards the bed. Mrs. Evers replaced the red sheets with dark purple silk sheets and a black comforter. He gently sits me on the bed. I shake my head, silently enjoying the feeling of the soft bed. I messily kick off my shoes and pull my shirt off. The man turns away with reddened cheeks. I quickly grabbed the closest baggy shirt from the bedside table and yanked it over my head.

‘You can turn around now. I’m sorry.” I say quietly. I pull my pants off before he turns around. He smiles down at me, shaking his head.

“You should rest, gorgeous. If you need anything ever, ask for James March down at the front desk. I’m here when you need me.” He says genuinely. I smile again, nodding my head. I stand, wrapping my arms around him. I meant to hug him but practically fell on him. He wrapped his arms around my waist without hesitation. Like he was waiting for this moment. I look up at his face then quickly jump up, kissing his cheek then moving away from him, laying on the bed. He blushed with a huge grin on his face.

“Rest well, darling. I hope to see you soon.” He says as he walks towards the door. I pull the blanket over me, resting on my elbow nodding. He smiles again. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, handsome.” Even after the door shuts, I hear his warm laugh. I lay my head on the pillow and shut my eyes, falling asleep.

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Sunlight shines through my closed eyes waking me up. A groan escapes my lips as the pain hits my head while stretching out. I smack the pillows over my head, curling on my side. Pounding inside me head creates a burning headache I feel throughout my body. As I try to ignore my aches, some smartass decides to knock on my door. What the fuck? If I ignore it, it’ll go away. I repeat this motto to myself till I hear the door open then shut. I jump up, looking towards the door, about to yell but stop once I see a tall man and Liz at the door. He looks so familiar. Was he the man from last night? Did he walk me to my room? I look at Liz. She immediately knew and shook her head ‘Yes’. For some reason, I still felt like I knew him from elsewhere but couldn't place him. Thinking hurt my heart more.

“What in God’s name are you two doing this early? “ I groan. Liz looks confused and laughs.

“Early? It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. Hear, we brought you a little pain reliever. March couldn’t help but want to come with.” She holds out a glass of water and two white little pills. March grabs them and walks over to me, handing them over gently.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself. I’m James, James March. And what is your name darling?” He said sweetly as I down the pills and all the water. He was absolutely gorgeous, a walking version of perfection. His dark chocolate eyes glitter at me beautifully. His wide, perfectly shaped smile made my heart flutter weirdly. I looked away before it becomes anymore awkward.

“Thank you. I’m Lilith. Lilith Duncan.” I repeat how he said his name, which he noticed and smiled at.

“That is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” His words make what feels like rapid wasps erupt in my stomach. I blush like a cherry tomato. Does he normally smile so much?

“Again Thank you. That goes to you too, Liz. From what I remember of last night, I enjoyed it. Could we hang out sometime soon?” I ask sincerely.

“Of course. I did too. I’ll uh leave you two. I hear someone at the front desk. Bye Lili.” She waves goodbye and leaves, shutting the door. Lili. Nice. I guess that’s a good sign. I look back to James.

“Then there were two.” I chuckle.

“It would be my honor if you’d go on a date with me tonight? I know we have only been acquaintances for a day but It would be my joy to change that.” He rests his hands over his cane, sitting down beside me.

“I would love to, Mr. March.” I grin, sweetly.

“Oh, please. Call me James.” He says as he gets up, walking towards the door. “Tonight. Eleven O’clock. I’m hosting an event. I’ll look forward to seeing you. Bye Lilith.” He opens the door stepping out and closing it before he leaves.

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hcro · 6 years ago

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lily luna potter ;; biosheet

❝ and i will STAY UP through the night. and let’s be clear, won’t close my eyes. and i KNOW that i can survive. i’ll walk through fire to save my life. and i want it, i want my LIFE so bad. i’m doing everything i can. then another one bites the dust. it’s hard to lose a chosen one. you did not break me. i’m still fighting for p e a c e. well, i’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart, but your blade - it might be too sharp. i’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard. yeah, i may snap and i move fast but you won’t see me fall apart ‘cause i’ve got an ELASTIC HEART. ❞

basics

name

lily { lil ◦ ee } : the name lily is of old english origins, it was taken from the name of the plant having delicate, trumpet-shaped flowers regarded as a symbol of purity and perfection. the word is derived from the middle english lilie, which is from the old english and latin lilium (lily). alternatively, lily is used as a pet form of both lilian (lily) and lilith (of the night).

“people with this name have a deep inner desire to serve humanity and to give to others by sharing money, knowledge and experience, or creative and artistic ability. people with this name tend to be a powerful force to all whose lives they touch. they are capable, charismatic leaders who often undertake large endeavors with great success. they value truth, justice, and discipline, and may be quick-tempered with those who do not. if they fail to develop their potential, they may become impractical and rigid.” [ x ]

luna { loon ◦ a } : the name is directly derived from the latin luna (the moon), she was the roman mythological goddess of the moon and is equated with the greek selene. luna can be used as an astrological name for those born under the sign of cancer, which is ruled by the moon.

“people with this name have a deep inner desire for order and physical creativity, and want to be involved in conventional, safe activities. people with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. they are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. they are often the center of attention, and enjoy careers that put them in the limelight. they tend to become involved in many different activities, and are sometimes reckless with both their energies and with money.” [ x ]

potter { pot ◦ ter } : the surname potter is an occupational name for a maker of drinking and storage vessels, from an agent derivative of middle english, middle low german pot. in the middle ages the term covered workers in metal as well as earthenware and clay.

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they named you lily luna potter.

lily was after a girl with hair redder than dragon fire, just like you. your grandmother was not only an extraordinary witch but a beacon of light. lily evans-potter represented the faith that unselfish love could defeat the greatest of evils: death. she had stood for kindness, for strength, for wit, and most of all, for courage ― the fortitude to stand up to enemies and friends alike, to forge one’s own path. the right path.

but for all of her virtue, there was a certain duality to her, and the same double-edged sword cuts through your heart. you might have her capacity for love, but you also have her overwhelming fury and ferocity. it rages within you like a unstoppable forest fire, burning so bright that anything in the vicinity will be consumed in the flames – including you. sometimes you wish you could tear your bounding heart from your body, just so you could stop this unrelenting aching in your chest, once and for all. you don’t know how to handle your passion, your spark, and you almost feel ruination is all you know. and then a thought presses at your mind, so petrifying it makes your blood runs cold: you could destroy yourself one day. the brightest flames burn out the quickest.

luna was for a woman who carries a different sort of grit than your grandma did: the boldness to always be herself without remorse, without apologies. sometimes you wonder if your godmother ever tried to change. did she ever listen when the world told her what she ought to be? since the day you were born, humanity expected nothing less than greatness from you, and you don’t remember who exactly you were before they molded you into something else. you taught yourself to be fearless and brazen and strong. but even now that you’re following in your parents’ footsteps, you’re still not enough for yourself. slowly, you’re learning not to feel shame and regret when you look into the mirror, but you find the strength to steel yourself somehow, just as luna did. in front of the flashing cameras, you paste the roguish of smiles on your face, never letting them see the cracks in your armor. people are bound to talk. you’ll give them something to talk about.

and much like your namesake luna, you treasure your friends and family with all that you have too. it was always instilled in you that nothing mattered more than your loved ones, and you took that lesson to heart, sharing with them a softness that most people have never witnessed from you. they see the girl behind the facades you wear – the bounding heart you’ve learned to keep hidden away, lest the world finally manages to break it for good.

and everyone knows what potter means. whenever you walk by, people whisper. they point. you hail from the most famous wizarding family there is, and you wear your surname like a badge of honor. you are proud to be a potter and a weasley. the accomplishments your family has amounted are extraordinary. but that’s just it, isn’t it? all your life, you’ve chased glory and praise, but when your father is the wizarding world’s savior, it is impossible to measure up to the world’s expectations of you. you’re not enough, never enough.

you take pride in your name. but you are a walking memorial of a girl, named after a martyr and a maverick. you are never only yourself; you are the names of all that came before you.

and you’ll be in their shadow for the rest of your life.

birthday

august 13, 2008

“august 13 birthday - the horoscope of the sharpshooter

your greatest challenge is: coping with your anger and impatience

the way forward is: to step outside yourself when your emotions reach boiling point. this will remind you that you alone are in charge of your feelings.

people born on august 13 zodiac are no strangers to conflict and controversy. they are sharpshooters who always aim true, and their urge to break with convention compels them to take on challenges or make waves, whatever situation they are in.

the unconventional vision, resilience and tenacity of purpose that are key characteristics of these people can earn both the admiration and the disapproval of others. this is because despite the wounding criticism of those who regard their rebellious notions as ridiculous or fanciful, they always remain faithful to their beliefs. if life doesn’t go their way, they refuse to be crushed by disappointment. and as their unusual imagination is supported by solid analytical skills, more often than not those who start out disagreeing with or disapproving of them will end up admiring their bravery, even if not agreeing with their standpoint.

as risk takers, they have all the courage, discipline and energy to attract success; what they sometimes lack is perfect timing. they need to learn when to cut their losses and move on, when to be patient, and when to pounce.

dynamic and sociable, people born on august 13 zodiac often have a wide circle of friends, and their deeply felt passions and zest for life are incredibly attractive to romantic partners. however, deep insecurities underneath the bravado may block their dreams of intimacy and true love.

on the dark size: brash, insensitive, unrealistic

at your best: ambitious, resilient, courageous” [ x ]

lily came into this world only two days after her mum’s birthday, predestining her to a lifetime of comparisons to ginny. like her mother before her, she was the youngest and only girl, born at the height of summer, with hair as red as hellfire and dark, dark eyes. but anyone who’s truly paying attention could deduce the truth: there is so much harry within lily, far more than there is ginny. it’s uncanny.

because of the proximity of the dates, she’s never had a celebration to herself, and for a girl with two borrowed names, she finds herself craving something – anything – to call her own. would there ever come a day where someone would think of her without thinking of her crippling legacy? she loves her ancestry so much that she would never dare think of breaking free, but sometimes she’s not sure if she’s truly her own person or just a crude amalgam of her family.

gender

a cis-woman

sexuality

bisexual demiromantic

somewhere deep down, lily always had an inkling that she was bisexual, but it took several years for her to come to this revelation while she navigated through her internalized fear and doubt. it certainly wasn’t her family that instilled this as they had always been so accepting and supportive, but society had ingrained compulsory heterosexuality into her, making it difficult for her to find validity in her feelings for girls. she’s still not publicly out, as she isn’t ready to face the vitriol of the media, but her close friends and family all know.

much like her mother in her youth, lily has never dated anyone for long. see, while she often experiences sexual attraction, lily hasn’t quite felt a romantic attraction to anyone in years. there have been inklings of feelings here and there, yes, but never anything truly substantial. lily worries she might never fall in love again, a thought that terrifies her. but what terrifies her even more is falling in love. she’s a contradiction in that regard–she longs for intimacy but she’s afraid to be vulnerable. a highly distrustful and guarded person, she isn’t used to letting her guard down. to lily, that’s how you get hurt.

because she’s demiromantic (although she hasn’t realized it yet), lily needs to feel a romantic attraction, there needs to be an established emotional connection, a kinship. she will never have instant romantic feelings for someone. it takes time for lily to love you–and even more time for her to accept it. falling in love, after all, is opening yourself up to someone who might not feel the same. falling in love means making sacrifices for someone who might betray you. falling in love makes you weak and takes away your control, and that is what scares lily more than almost anything. so it takes a lot of trust for her to willingly admit she’s fallen in love, trust that is very hard for someone to earn.

when lily does love though, she loves recklessly. lily is always consumed by her emotions, and love is far from the exception. for those that she loves, she would eternally condemn herself to the depths of hell without a second of thought. she will bleed and ache and suffer without complaint to protect them. she’ll even kill.

blood status

halfblood

hogwarts house

gryffindor

there was never a doubt in her mind where she would be sorted until she let the sorting hat fall over her eyes. she expected to hear him bellow “gryffindor!” in a matter of seconds, but the hat took his sweet time, telling her that she could find a home with the snakes, if she wished to forge a separate path for herself.

not slytherin, she nearly cried out, clenching the edges of the stool so tightly that her nails sunk into the wood. clearing her throat, she whispered to the hat in a voice so imperious it could order kings to bow, “i will accept nothing less than gryffindor. that is where you will place me.”

the hat considered, lily’s heart pounding so fast it threatened to burst from her chest. “ordering around an all-knowing hat is definitely bold of you, if not incredibly foolish. have it your way then – it’ll have to be gryffindor!”

[ on pottermore, lily has been sorted into slytherin and gryffindor about an equal amount of times. at first glance, lily comes off as the quintessential gryffindor. however, much like her father, lily is someone who could have gone a different path into the snake pit, but ultimately, that was not what she wanted for herself. she exhibits the slytherin qualities of determination, resourcefulness, guile, and ambition, but she doesn’t value them nearly as much as she lauds her bravery, chivalry, and righteousness. and in fact, she scorns slytherin’s tendency towards self preservation. furthermore, lily’s black-and-white views of morality is just so very gryffindor at its heart – her quench for retribution is downright bloodthirsty and ruthless, but in her mind, it’s justice. she is perhaps the darkest and most dangerous sort of gryffindor – the way she sees the world is so skewed, but she views herself as right. whether she is a hero, villain, or something in between is up for debate; wickedness isn’t inherently a slytherin trait, just as goodness isn’t inherently a gryffindor trait. but she’s a gryffindor through and through.

i do think that she possesses many of the traits that salazar slytherin admires in a person though, as much as she tries to deny it. lily doesn’t hate all slytherins, but she remains prejudiced towards the house as a whole. it’s hypocritical and paranoid, really. for a girl so against bigotry, she treats a great deal of slytherins with disdain, perhaps loathing many of them more than they loathe her. the worst part is, she does see parts of herself in every slytherin, and it disgusts her. ]

religion

agnostic christian

religion was never an integral part of the potter household. her memories of attending sunday morning church are few and far between, but lily still identifies as christian, celebrating christmas and easter at the burrow every year. and there is no time better than christmas time in lily’s book. she loves sitting by the crackling fire with a cup of hot cocoa—topped with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows of course. she loves the smell of the fresh pine trees. she loves decorating the house with ornaments and lights and garlands. and if she’s in a particularly good mood, she’ll even attempt to help with the cooking and the baking. (but in all honesty, if she can make it five minutes without destroying the kitchen, that’s a christmas miracle in itself.)

nationality

english

student functions

dueling club captain, gryffindor chaser, s.p.e.w. club member, debate club member

dueling club captain

it might come as a shock that the daughter of two renowned quidditch players would rather be president of the dueling club than the gryffindor quidditch team, but lily’s never had her sights set on pursuing quidditch as a profession. she’s always dreamed of following in her father’s footsteps and joining the auror ranks, so dueling club was the natural first step to honing her combat skills. she’s been a member since the start of her hogwarts career, but it was only this year that she was finally granted that elusive captaincy.

with the sheer strength behind her spellwork and her stellar instincts in a scrimmage, she’s considered to be a dueling prodigy of sorts and has amassed a number of trophies over the years. her marks in defense against the dark arts and charms are unparalleled among her peers because she works so immensely hard to eclipse everyone else – she hopes that some glowing recommendations will prove to them (and herself) that she has earned her spot with the aurors. it won’t be handed to her because of her family name and influence but through painstakingly hard work.

but dueling club isn’t simply a means to an end to lily. there is nothing she covets more than the glorious burn in her muscles in a seething fight – the adrenaline rush when she’s high on a win. she relishes in the pain because it’s a reminder that she’s still alive, that the ice hasn’t completely turned her numb. lily always needs to be moving or else she’ll remember everything she’s trying so hard to forget.

the staff must think of her father and dumbledore’s army when they survey her demonstrations, but little do they know she and the rest of the club have tampered with the dark arts. “is it better to outmonster the monster or to be quietly devoured?” lily doesn’t know the answer, but she thinks of her father’s cold, cold body and the spell that stole his life. she’ll only call upon such terrible magic in the direst of circumstances, but it’s best that she’s aware of exactly what she’s fighting against as far as she’s concerned.

gryffindor chaser

quidditch might be less of a priority to lily than dueling club, but she still cherishes the sport more than she could ever express aloud. she loves the smooth handle of her prized broom, given to her by her dad on her eleventh birthday, engraved with her initials. she relishes in the freedom of the rushing wind against her skin, how alive she feels when she flies. (it’s hard to feel alive these days.) quidditch is her chance to escape herself, to be unfettered from all the thoughts swirling around in her head.

when she learned how to play, she took to the quaffle, not the snitch. lily can never see herself choosing to wait when she can still move – racing around the pitch and scoring goal after goal is better than squinting in the wind, praying for something to happen. there’s nothing like the excitement of the match to get her blood rushing. she knows that when they cheer for her, it’s not because of who she is but because of the points she just scored. there’s no better feeling than that.

she’s thought about quitting – who could think of quidditch in a time like this? but it was her father who taught her how to soar through the sky, and now that he’s gone, she can’t bear to sever that connection to him. so for once, she’ll let herself be selfish.

physical appearance

hair

red. the same red as her mother’s hair, although ginny’s has slightly faded overtime with age. lily’s has natural loose waves, but she has been known to straighten or curl it from time to time. it depends on her whims that day, really. save for one disastrous haircut when she was nine though, her hair has never been short. it’s almost impossible to style short hair after all, and lily adores playing around with different styles. her hair is most often–and unsurprisingly–the first thing people notice about her. it’s hard to miss hair that red in a crowd.

eyes

brown and almond-shaped like her mother. lily breathes passion and emotion, so it’s no surprise that despite her best efforts to conceal her emotions, her eyes are often the window to her soul; they’re so very expressive. lily will make deliberate eye contact almost always–even when lying–except in moments where she’s feeling particularly vulnerable. that is when she will look away. but the expression she makes most often? eye rolls. she’s perfected them over the years.

height

5’0. she’s fairly sure she’s already done growing; she’s about as tall as her mum who stopped growing around sixteen. lily isn’t insecure about her height, but she loathes being underestimated for it. she refuses to allow herself to be disregarded and thought of as a little girl merely because she’s small–as her uncle says, “size is no guarantee of power,” and lily is the utter proof of that.

weight

98 lbs

body type

short and petite

voice

energetic and loud—if one wishes to be heard in the weasley family, loudness is a necessity. and if she’s particularly upset, it’s not uncommon for lily’s voice to turn shrill, high pitched, and piercing. lily also tends to speak in exaggerated tones with a great deal of emphasis placed on her words, and she’s no stranger to swears either, often struggling to tone it down among her superiors. lily’s been told she’s mouthy, and it’s true; she talks a far deal, so much so that it’s hard to get a word in with her around.

gait

lily tends to move swiftly from one place to another, never one to waste time to stop and smell the roses; she has things to do, for merlin’s sake. luckily, she was blessed with grace and coordination unlike some people (hem, hem, teddy), and her posture is decent by all accounts except her aunt fleur’s.

piercings

ears, once on each side.

markings/scars

various scrapes and scars. some of them are from the childhood adventures she used to drag her cousins into; one particular time she attempted to climb the tall oak tree in the burrow’s backyard, which resulted in a concussion, a broken leg, and a large scar on her arm that she covers via magic and makeup. but the vast majority are the product of raging fights and heart-palpitating duels – they are her shining battle scars. she keeps them carefully glamoured to prevent the mirage of her delicacy from shattering, but the truth is, she’s proud of them. they are a symbol of every war she’s won. everything she’s overcome.

personal style

[ tw: sexualization of a minor ]

feminine. lily has always been very comfortable in her femininity, her aunt fleur teaching her from a young age that it’s possible to be both effeminate and strong. she is a strong believer that females should be allowed to dress as they please and not be discriminated against for it, and she loathes it when people write her off as a weak little princess for her fashion choices. lily most often wears blood red lipstick and nail polish–her battle armor in the fight against feminism. most people are surprised to see that a little girl with such “girly” taste has such a mouth on her, but lily potter is no princess in distress. lily potter is the dragon standing guard.

and growing up in the weasley-potter household, she was no stranger to muggle culture, so thus her clothing choices are much more similar to that of a teenage muggle girl than a budding witch. she loves dresses and skirts and blouses and crop tops, and don’t even get her started on stilettos. she has one particular leather jacket though, given to her by her brother victoire, that she actually doesn’t mind wearing—as long as she has her stockings and leather miniskirt on. she’s almost never seen without makeup on–blush, lipstick, and mascara at the very least–and she keeps her nails sharp and painted. lily has actually assisted her uncle with the wonderwitch line at weasley’s wizard wheezes before; she helped george develop a line of long-staying lipstick and nail polish.

her wardrobe choices are considered promiscuous by the media. her skirts are too short. too much of her cleavage shows in her tops. she exposes her midriff more than she should. but lily doesn’t dress the way that she does to attract people–she dresses the way that she does because she likes it. she won’t stand for accusations of “distracting the males around her.” it isn’t her job to dress more modestly to aid their self control. if a boy touches her without her permission or uses misogynistic slurs towards her, she will destroy them without a single thought.

the media made the mistake of sexualizing her from a young age, calling her all sorts of names like whore and slag. her clothes are a “fuck you” to rita skeeter and the journalists at witch weekly. you want to see a girl gone wild? then that’s what you’ll get, darling. (the anger seethes in her body so long that it rots her bones – one day she’ll come for them all.)

headcanons

fears

losing more family, not living up to expectations, disappointing her family and not living up to the family name, never finding love, opening up to be rejected or betrayed, the thought of being afraid itself, being powerless or limited, not being in control of herself, being perceived as weak, not being able to save the people she cares about, falling in love with the wrong person, the possibility that she’s just as terrible as the people she loathes, not making it as an auror

her fears are most often abstract rather than physical, tangible things. in fact, lily’s boggart manifests into her body on the floor, trapped in a full body bind while helplessly watching a faceless person murder the people she cares about, one by one. the deadliest foes will not make her blink but the very thought of being powerless when she needs her the strength the most? it can be crippling. when she was first faced with her boggart in her third year whilst in dada class, lily froze for several seconds, absolutely paralyzed by the image, a fact she still denies to this day. she is a potter. she is the strong one. she isn’t supposed to know fear. (oh but she does.)

goals

[ tw: parental death ]

ending the war, becoming an auror, living up to her name, freeing herself from her family’s shadow, making the world a better place, finding a way to impose justice on those who’ve wronged her

lily longs to make her family proud of her, but even more so, she wishes to escape their shadow, to be seen as a separate entity. she wants to earn her accomplishments, not be handed them on a silver platter. she wants to make a change, a true difference. it’s idealistic of her, but that’s what she wants. if lily glimpsed into the mirror of erised before her father’s death, she would have seen herself finally free from her father’s shadow, being given the order of merlin first class, her proud family in the background. but now? if she were to look, all she would see is her father, standing right by her side.

amortentia

firewhiskey, petrichor, firewood, hot chocolate, broom polish, old books, roses, treacle tart, strawberries and whipped cream, french vanilla, the sea, chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, cinnamon, cherries, cloves

patronus

phoenix.

“the phoenix is a difficult patronus to come by, and if you do happen to have it, it signifies a very strong heart. these people have been through a lot in their life, and have risen from the ashes of it and become driven, daring, and a bit stubborn. they will not let anything bring them down, because they’ve been there before and never want to go back to that place. they have fire-like emotions, and can therefore be a bit tense at times. they are natural therapists, wanting to help others get out of tough places to allow them to rise as well. the most common house for a phoenix patronus is gryffindor. the most common signs are leo and taurus.” [ x ]

everything in that description is so lily to me, but because i like to be thorough, i’m going to delve in a little deeper.

the phoenix is a bird with red and gold plumage–the colors of gryffindor. and although lily does have traits from the other houses as well, she is essentially the textbook gryffindor. their scarlet body feathers glow in the darkness, and their gold tail feathers are scorching to the touch, a perfect metaphor for the flames within her.

phoenixes are said to be capable of carrying tremendously large loads, and this also screams lily to me because this is the girl who’s trying to carry the world on her shoulders. she may be failing, but merlin is she trying. and the truth is, lily can withstand a great deal before hitting her limit, her breaking point. just like a phoenix.

phoenixes are symbols of rebirth and healing; they may go up in flames every now and again, but every time, they come back from it. they come back from it just as strong as they were before. this is lily. she is the girl with the elastic heart, the girl who’s overcome so much in her small time on earth thus far. and she will do whatever it takes to heal her loved ones until her last dying breath.

the phoenix song evokes bravery in the hearts of the righteous and strikes terror into the hearts of the wicked – lily is a person who has the capacity to save the planet from the brink of devastation or set it on flames herself. but one thing is for certain: she will change the world.

lastly, the phoenix is of course the symbol of the order of the phoenix. her loyalty to the order’s values and her family is unwavering, and to me, it makes sense that her patronus would also reflect that.

wand

[ tw: parental death ]

12 inches, cypress, dragon heartstring, hard

“cypress - cypress wands are associated with nobility. the great medieval wandmaker, geraint ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

dragon heartstring - symbolizes power and wisdom. those who are strong, wise, compassionate, dedicated, relentless, resilient, bold, strong-minded, head-strong, powerful, ambitious, highly determined and driven (to obsessive), have strong desire and/or stubborn would have this wand core. having such a wand core suggests that you can be bossy at times, but also have a fiery disposition and have firm convictions, which will lead you down the road to leadership, as well as being devoted and selfless. this is the best core to have for hexes, the dark arts and all manner of elemental magic. it is a core predominantly found among those of house slytherin, but can also bond well with those of house ravenclaw and house gryffindor. as a rule, dragon heartstring cores produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. wands with dragon heartstring cores tend to learn more quickly than other types. in elemental magic, dragon heartstring cores are the most flexible of all the common cores, being that they work well with all manner of elemental spells, but no doubt that fire spells are among the most potent with this core type. while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. such wands also tend to be easiest to turn to the dark arts, though they will not incline that way of their own accord. such wands are also the most prone to the ‘three cores to accidents’, being somewhat temperamental. dragon heartstring cores are a powerful wand core with a lot of magical “heft”. they are not the wand core you want for subtlety, but for sheer power, they are definitely the best. although they are the most common core among dark wizards and dark witches, they are most certainly not their most common users. dragon heartstring cores are by far the most common wand core amongst slytherins, but their power often bonds well to gryffindors and ravenclaws as well. however, they tend to overwhelm the archetypal hufflepuff personality.

hard - a wand of this flexibility is very difficult to work with and its loyalty is not won easily. hard wands are great for complex and advanced levels of magic, so beginning wizards and witches may find extra difficulty with this wand when it doesn’t perform well for simple magic. as such, this type of wand is best suited for wizards and witches who are gifted, stubborn, and never give up. owners of this wand also have a tendency to view things in absolutes; black or white. some people may find them intimidating or difficult to approach.” [ x ]

in classical antiquity, the cypress tree was a symbol of mourning, death, and the underworld, and it remains the most common cemetery tree in europe. her wand wood is not only a metaphor for lily’s name and all that her family has lost but also a poignant symbol of her underlying trauma – the early death of her childhood. the most well-known myth about the cypress tree is the tale of cyparissus and his beloved stag companion, who he accidentally murdered with his hunting javelin. his sorrow was so consuming that he begged to weep forever, transforming into a cypress tee, with the tree’s sap as his tears. as the stag is of course harry’s patronus, it all relates back to her father and her grief over him.

bad habits

becoming so intensely focused that she forgets to eat, over-straining or over-extenuating herself, being quick to anger, drinking too much, reality television, swearing, using romantic relationships and hook-ups as a means to feel better about herself, staying up too late, having too many cups of coffee per day, lying to others (and herself), seeing things too black-and-white, being too loud, over-involving herself into others’ affairs, letting her emotions completely consume her, placing blame where it does not belong (on both herself and others), deflecting with sarcasm

likes

peonies and roses (her favorite flowers, not lilies), pop music (she likes upbeat songs she can dance to -- her favorite artists are lorde, beyonce, rihanna, sia, and marina and the diamonds and she almost exclusively listens to female artists), quidditch (she plays chaser like her mum), reality television (a guilty pleasure), the sea (when she’s around water, she feels at peace for once for it soothes the flames burning within her), coffee, hot chocolate (it reminds her of christmas, her favorite time of the year), the color red, muggle literature, family, romance movies (another guilty pleasure though she’ll never admit it), french food, dueling, honeydukes chocolate, treacle tart (it’s her favorite, much like her father), alcohol, fashion, puppies (she will not tolerate cats), warm weather, fire, dueling, nail polish (she has a plethora of colors), stilettos, and surprisingly a great deal of “nerdy” things (such as star wars, lord of the rings, and comic books) but if you try to call her a nerd she’s likely to punch you

quirks

lily cannot cook at all and has set her kitchen on fire multiple occasions.

she loves to sing but is so horrifically tone deaf that she truly shouldn’t. (her favorite genre is pop.)

her art consists of poorly colored stick figures, honestly resembling that of a child’s.

for someone so fiery, she is very averse to the winter. three minutes in the cold and she’ll be absolutely freezing—goosebumps and all.

she much prefers muggle clothes to robes.

secrets

[ tw: emotional abuse, binge drinking/developing alcoholism, ptsd ]

lily has always been brazen and intrepid and fierce, but as a child, she was just a bit softer, before the world hardened her. unfortunately, growing up under the microscope of the media, she was still left vulnerable to vitriol and sexualization, and it forced her to grow up too fast, despite her family’s best efforts to shield their little girl. this is when her insecurities truly started to grapple her, but she responded by putting on an unbreakable facade and feigning confidence. when she was in her third year, she dated someone for the first time, a fifth year named adonis. he was utterly beguiling, like a python before it swallows you whole. at first, there was the honeymoon period where she felt as though she were on top of the world – a beautiful older boy was interested in her. but it was all a cruel game to him, and over time, he pinpointed her insecurities and used them to influence and control her in a manner that was so sly it took her ages to realize it. this was all while convincing her to keep their relationship a secret, so her family would be none the wiser, which isolated her from those who truly cared about her. after about five or six months, she finally recognized something was very wrong and broke free from him, but the emotional abuse and gaslighting left its toll on her as she came to terms with it. never in her life had she felt so stupid, so foolish, and she vowed to never lose control again. this heavily contributed to her fear of falling in love. nowadays, she never lasts in a romantic relationship long, flitting from person to person. she hasn’t ever talked about what happened, but in his seventh year (her fifth), she discovered that he was isolating and manipulating another girl, and she clandestinely struck with a curse that left him permanently blind. never again would he be able to touch her – or anyone else. she can only hope the taste of her was worth it.

after she broke up with him, she also started drinking at parties to endure the fame and trauma, savoring how the firewhiskey numbed her and allowed her an temporary escape from herself. it started out innocuous, but over the years, she’s fallen deeper into alcoholism as it’s very much a coping mechanism for her. while she doesn’t truly hide her drinking, she shuts down anyone who tries to tell her she has a problem.

she’s still a virgin. she’s fooled around before, but every time she comes close to letting someone truly see her, she thinks about how she almost slept with someone she shouldn’t have. she’s never properly dealt with the trauma from her first relationship, but as far she’s concerned, she’s perfectly fine.

her confidence is merely a mask for her insecurities about not being good enough. fake it until you make it, muggles say, and lily cannot disagree.

she pretends as if she isn’t afraid of anything—as if nothing fazes her—when in reality, she knows fear just as much as everyone else. she simply won’t admit it.

jung type

enfj. (extroversion over introversion; intuition over sense; feelings over thoughts; judging over perceiving)

“enfjs are the benevolent ‘pedagogues’ of humanity. they have tremendous charisma by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage and/or grand schemes. many enfjs have tremendous power to manipulate others with their phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship. but it’s usually not meant as manipulation — enfjs generally believe in their dreams, and see themselves as helpers and enablers, which they usually are.

enfjs are global learners. they see the big picture. the enfjs focus is expansive. some can juggle an amazing number of responsibilities or projects simultaneously.many enfjs have tremendous entrepreneurial ability.

enfjs are, by definition, js, with whom we associate organization and decisiveness. but they don’t resemble the sjs or even the ntjs in organization of the environment nor occasional recalcitrance. enfjs are organized in the arena of interpersonal affairs. their offices may or may not be cluttered, but their conclusions (reached through feelings) about people and motives are drawn much more quickly and are more resilient than those of their nfp counterparts.

enfjs know and appreciate people. like most nfs, (and feelers in general), they are apt to neglect themselves and their own needs for the needs of others. they have thinner psychological boundaries than most, and are at risk for being hurt or even abused by less sensitive people. enfjs often take on more of the burdens of others than they can bear.” [ x ]

moral alignment

chaotic good.

“chaotic stands overall for freedom and adaptability, and especially chaotic good embodies that. characters of this alignment disdain bureaucratic organisations that get in the way of social improvement and place high value on personal freedom - but not just their own, but the personal freedom of others as well. since they are on the good axis, they are altruistic and intend to do what is right, regardless of what society may think of it, or whether they go against the law while doing it. think of a vigilante that’s a champion of the people, but frequently breaks the law helping people. they’re not much for planning and extensive organisation versus improvisation, and may create conflict in a team if they feel being pushed around (by, for instance, a lawful character). chaotic good characters might best work independently for that reason, or at least with someone who will respect their personal boundaries.

traits: rebellious, free-spirited, listens to their conscience, follows own moral compass, independent, kind, benevolent, believes in goodness, cares little for laws and regulations, good-natured, unpredictable, value freedom, believe people should follow their own desires, responsible, doubt their government, reckless

positives: combines a good heart with a free spirit, encourages selflessness, encourages freedom and equality, doing good is not seen as a duty, doing good is their responsibility, punishes evil and protects the innocent, keep their word, helps those in need, never kills for pleasure

negatives: disrupts the order of society, punishes those who do well for themselves, often resent authority, refuse to do good as a duty even if they end up doing it anyway on their own terms, promote society with little control from the government, occasionally breaks the law, may resort to torture when deemed necessary, may kill when deemed necessary” [ x ]

temperament

choleric.

“the choleric is an extroverted, hot-tempered, quick thinking, active, practical, strong-willed and easily annoyed person. cholerics are self-confident, self-sufficient and very independent minded. they are decisive and opinionated and find it easy to make decisions for themselves as well as others. cholerics tend to leave little room for negotiating. the choleric is a visionary and seems to never run out of ideas, plans and goals, which are usually very practical. the choleric does not require as much sleep as the other temperaments so their activity seems endless. their activity almost always has a purpose because they are by nature result-oriented. they usually do not give in to the pressure of what others think unless they see that they cannot get the desired results. cholerics can be crusaders against social injustice as they love to fight for a cause. cholerics are both direct and firm when responding to others. they are slow to build relationships because results tend to be more important than people. they do not easily empathize with the feelings of others or show compassion. cholerics think big and seek positions of authority.” [ x ]

enneagram

type eight (with a type seven wing).

“the powerful, dominating type:

self-confident, decisive, willful, and confrontational

generally, eights are strong, assertive, resourceful, independent, determined, action-oriented, pragmatic, competitive, straight-talking, shrewd, and insistent.

eights get into conflicts by being blunt, willful, domineering, forceful, defiant, confrontational, bad-tempered, rageful, cynical, and vengeful.

at their best, eights are honorable, heroic, empowering, generous, gentle, constructive, initiating, decisive, and inspiring.

enneagram type 8 with the 7 wing desire to appear commanding and see themselves as outspoken, innovative, intense, daring, striking, attractive and tenderhearted.

basic fear: of being harmed or controlled by others.

basic desire: to protect themselves, to be in control of their own life and destiny.

basic motivations: want to be self-reliant, to prove their strength and resist weakness, to be important in their world, to dominate the environment, and to stay in control of their situation.

stress point: type five - withdraws, avoids people, observes and thinks, consolidates plans.

security point: type two - protector of the weak, generous, helpful, charming.” [ x ]

soul type

the warrior.

the source i used for this one was another long page [ x ], so i’m just going to copy and paste the quotes that seemed particularly lily-ish.

“warriors are forceful souls; they embody qualities of strength, courage and determination. like kings, warriors are action-oriented beings, and therefore down-to-earth, single-minded and very willful. unlike kings, however, they tend to be more attracted to the cut and thrust of battle (whether real or metaphorical), preferring to just get stuck in rather than to stand back pulling all the strings.”

“warrior souls tend to see life in terms of confrontations and rising to the challenge. there are causes to serve, struggles to be overcome, battles to be won. they like to be on the front line with their trusted comrades, and strongly value both courage and loyalty. the basic drive of any warrior is to uphold something “right” and defeat something “wrong”, however those two are defined.”

“in the positive pole, persuasion, a warrior is forceful and effective without being overbearing. in other words, respectfully persuasive, courageous and protective. in the negative pole, coercion, the warrior descends into intimidation.”

zodiac

her sun sign is leo.

“the lion.

fixed, fire, yang - planetary ruler: the sun. keywords: i will

leo is the fifth sign of the zodiac and rules the back, the spine, and the heart. positive traits include creativity, charisma, generosity, warmth, enthusiasm, a natural talent for leadership, and a great deal of inner power; negative traits are haughtiness, snobbery, an expectation that one is the centre of attention and should be waited on by everyone else, profligacy, lack of realism, dominance that can lead to bullying, and a refusal to change one’s mind even in the face of solid facts.

this is a natural sign for gryffindors, not least because the griffin is part lion. gryffindors born under this sign are outgoing, friendly, affectionate, and likeable. they make friends easily and are crushed when their advances are rejected. their romantic, chivalrous nature makes them perfect examples of all that is best in their house. however, they are also bossy, domineering, spendthrift, and overly dramatic (ever heard the phrase ‘drama queen?’) they have sharp tempers and need to learn to direct their anger toward only needful causes. the natural creativity and flamboyance of leo makes gryffindors born under this sign good at most everything they attempt, provided they apply themselves to learning magic rather than using magic to hog the limelight.” [ x ]

her moon sign is scorpio, a fixed water sign. the moon sign explanation i’m using [ x ] is particularly long, so i’m not going to copy and paste the whole thing, but here are some things on there that i feel really apply to lily.

“because the depth of your emotions – their strength and potential power – can be so intense, they can at times be overwhelming. early on in life, you may find yourself swinging between extremes of emotional peaks and troughs, feeling intensely and acutely every dimension of life. you are reminded not to collapse yourself into your emotions, or believe just because an emotion has intensity it must be acted upon. part of your nature requires you to allow strong feelings to unfold without being overcome by them.”

“you feel intensely, for better or for worse. this can at times make you seem vulnerable, but in truth you are likely to have much strength. your emotional nature combines sensitivity with the instinctual awareness that real growth only happens through episodes of pain and transformation.”

“there may be a tendency to try and protect this vulnerability, hiding the true depths of what you really feel. this tendency to suppress your emotions can go both ways. on the one hand, you may try to detach from uncomfortable emotions, and avoid circumstances that will really get you to feel. you may protect yourself from close encounters with others, and find emotional release through fictional or fantasy-based sources. or, you may attempt to control and dominate others with moodiness, lashing out at them before they can ‘get to you’. defense is used as a form of offense to prevent others discovering how sensitive and vulnerable you really feel.”

“at its highest level, the moon in scorpio gives you the ability to transform your own and others lives. you can act as an agent for change to become a catalyst for greater growth and awareness. you can help others shift their psychological values. the potential power contained here is enormous. you have the opportunity to be a force for change.”

lastly her ascendant sign is aries, with mars also in aries. again, the page i’m using [ x ] is long, so i’m just going to copy and paste some things that stand out to me.

“people with aries ascendants are direct and quick. their first instinct is to do, rather than think.”

“some aries rising people are competitive, but they generally put most of the pressure on themselves. these people love to come out ahead in all that they do. they get ready quickly, walk quickly, and have little patience for dilly-dallying. their temper is quick, too.”

“your ruling planet, mars, is also in aries: you are a fireball of vitality and a true warrior. become a master of yourself and conquer your own arrogance, impatience, and anger before you go out to conquer the world or burn yourself out.”

tropes

action girl, chronic hero syndrome, determinator, good is not soft, tsundere, lady of adventure, red is heroic, fool for love, the idealist, rebellious spirit, lethal chef, go-getter girl, fiery redhead

character parallels

blossom (powerpuff girls), barbara gordon (batman comics), rose hathaway (vampire academy), buffy summers (buffy: the vampire slayer), anastasia (anastasia 1997), leia organa (star wars), mary jane watson (spiderman), nina zenik (six of crows), kim possible (kim possible), kayley (quest for camelot), sabrina spellman (chilling adventures of sabrina), arya stark (a song of ice and fire), rey (star wars)

element

fire

lily is the living embodiment of fire – most of the time, she is a seething forest fire, and all she knows is destruction. but some days, she’s reduced down to a mere spark, a flicker. no matter what though, she’s always burning.

deadly sin

wrath

she is choleric and vindictive and ferocious and wicked. she knows this, and deep down, she’s utterly terrified that she might truly be a horrible person. she wasn’t always this bitter, this cruel, but she is never going to be the girl she once was. she isn’t ever coming back.

heavenly virtue

charity

lily isn’t infallible – she’s a teenage girl after all – but she’s surprisingly selfless when it comes to the people she cares about. she’d do just about anything for them. hell, she’d sacrifice herself for any of them without hesitation if it ever came down to it. her wand wood is cypress for a reason.

history

birthplace

st. mungo’s hospital

residence

godric’s hallow

socioeconomic status

upper class, wealthy

pets

a little cairn terrier named toto

lily is such a dog person – once during her first year she and hagrid tried to sneak in another three-headed puppy into hogwarts; he was a vicious little thing named buddy (because these two consider any dog their buddy, even if it could bite their head off). but minerva mcgonagall caught her in the nick of time and the poor headmistress chewed them out so loudly that the hogsmeade villagers most likely heard. and buddy was given back to his original owner. but now lily owns a little cairn terrier who means the world to her – the only boy she’s ever loved, or so she claims. his name is toto because he looks suspiciously like toto from wizard of oz, a favorite childhood movie of hers, and he was given to lily last year by her close friend, clarabel, who’s particularly talented at conjuring animals. curiously, his personality and disposition almost mirrors clarabel’s, most likely because she was the one who brought him to life. as toto isn’t technically “real” (please don’t say this to her), he does not age and could disappear at any given moment, which was the only reason why she was allowed to bring him to hogwarts. granted, it took several impassioned speeches to mcgonagall that went something along the lines of “albus is allowed to bring a ferret, but i can’t bring a dog? ferrets carry diseases, headmistress!” it’s almost remarkable how a girl this hardened can be so soft in the presence of dogs.

father

[ tw: parental death ]

lily adored her father to the point of idolization. from a young age, lily became convinced that he could do no wrong, that he was impervious to evil and completely invincible. he was the savior of the wizarding world. the world’s hero. her hero. she would have followed him to the end of the world. it is because of him that she has always dreamed of becoming an auror. she wanted to make him proud, and moreover, she wants to do some good in the world herself. however, her idolization of her father certainly has its negative effects; she puts him on so high of a pedestal that she can’t admit his faults, especially now. not to mention, she’s so concerned about not living up to the expectations of the potter name and is convinced she will never be able to. she will never live up to her dad. and she will spend the rest of her life not knowing how proud of her he really was.

mother

her relationship with her mother is much healthier than her relationship with her father. although she’s always been a bit closer to harry, ginny and lily are still close to each other, and ginny is most protective over her youngest daughter because she always longed for a girl. while harry taught her how to fly, it was ginny who taught her how to play quidditch. lily inherited her natural chaser skills (among other things). lily would confide in her mother almost anything. yes, they do argue because their personalities are both so strong, but there is complete trust and respect between the two of them.

siblings

in the potter-weasley clan, family is valued over anything, and her older siblings are no exception. although they are older in age, lily is viciously protective over them. she watches out for them because she needs them—she needs albus and james. she has no clue what she’d do without her brothers around, but she never wants to find out. lily would lay down her lives for them in a heartbeat, no hesitation at all, no questions asked. because if it’s between them or her, she’d choose herself every time. they have their rows–all siblings do–but at the end of the day, she’s with them until the end of the line.

early history

i. rooting

your relatives always tell the same little anecdotes about your birth. after all those times you hear them over family dinner, birthday parties, the frequent family outings ― any time and place your parents could embarrass you, honestly ― you memorize them.

mum will always go on and on about the pain, how it felt like “a bloody watermelon was coming out of my birth canal,” and dad will always reminisce about how she cursed like a sailor at him every five minutes for “putting this goddamn demon baby in my tiny stomach” and how she threatened to strangle him later. uncle ron will always talk about how he almost fainted when you came out of mum because holy crap the blood. and of course, grandma will always reprimand them for exaggerating and reassure everyone that mum never once called you a demon.

but here’s the part that always sticks to you the most: you were the hardest, most painful birth out of the three. when your mother finally did manage to push you out, you kicked and screamed and cried, and she looked at you and faintly murmured, still weak from the pain, “that’s it. i’m done.”

and you are their final child.

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the youngest and smallest daughter of a prodigious family, you grow up showered with unadulterated affection and care ― you are so loved that you could drown in its depths. there is never a single moment you doubt just how much they cherish you. it’s in every bear hug, every kiss to your forehead, every pinched cheek. they love you more than the world itself, giving you everything that they have, teaching you all that they know.

grandpa instills in you a curiosity and compassion for the mortal world, like the foolhardy little mermaid’s fascination with the shore up above. “just because they don’t share the same powers we do doesn’t mean they’re magicless,” he insists. “everyone has magic flowing inside of their veins. there are people out there who somehow manage to remember every tune on the radio, children who always know how to make their big siblings laugh, grandmas who always brew a perfect cup of tea. you don’t think there’s something magic to that? all you have to do is look, lils. you’ll see it.”

grandma tries to teach you how to cook, but you’re so quickly infuriated in the kitchen that your magic bubbles to a boil as steaming as dragon fire. before you can stop it, it bursts through the seams of your body and sets the food alight. every damn time. after aquamenti’s spluttered out for the fifteenth time amongst the thick and engulfing smoke, molly just heaves a sigh and shakes her head. “well, we’ll try again when you’re older, darling.” (why is it so much easier for you to destroy than create? sometimes you feel as though you are ruination entrapped in a tiny slip of a girl as it pounds and hollers to be set free. nurture is the gene that you failed to inherit, and it haunts you.)

but mum shows you how to wield those flames inside of you, to take the destruction and demolition thumping in your chest and weaponize it. “your family will always be here to fight for you, but it’s still important that you learn how to fend for yourself.” you learn how to fight tooth and nail. the muggle way, without the divinity of a wand. you’re the spitting image of your mother, small as they come, but size is no guarantee of power. you know that well. when you play make believe, you never demand to be the princess but the knight in shining armor, sword and shield in hand.

from your uncle ron, you learn to have courage in the presence of fear, and from aunt hermione, social justice and protest. uncle bill and aunt fleur teach you that inner beauty is as valuable, if not more, than outer beauty. uncle charlie shows you that there was no harm in a little (or a lot of) danger. uncle george and fred illustrate the indispensable power of laughter and tomfoolery ― what good’s existence if you don’t know how to live? uncle percy’s lesson is perhaps the most important, a lesson he almost understood too late: never to abandon your family. “always remember this, lily, we all love you so much no matter what.” percy stresses.

they love you.

and your dad ― he teaches you how to love them back.

ii. rising

then you’re a little ten-year-old upset that your brothers, your godbrother, and your cousins have left you. in the dust. for a castle ― a magical castle where there are ghosts and trolls and a talking hat. a talking sorting hat who somehow shoulders the responsibility of deciding your entire fucking future. (gryffindor? oh merlin, please, gryffindor.)

and most of them can’t even be bothered to pick up the quill and properly write.

but you don’t cry over these things, see? you never cry. (everyone says you’re like your mum. she never cries. dad secretly likes that about mum. dad isn’t much for tears.)

dad doesn’t mind if you cry, he says, but you don’t want to bother him. he’s a weary war hero, even if he pretends to not be for you. he’s had enough. he’s seen enough. he’s felt enough pain for a lifetime. and all is finally well for him, apparently.

you don’t want him to have to deal with your problems.

last time you ever allowed yourself to cry ― you were around five or six? there was a thunderstorm. it was the first one you remembered in your life. (yeah. you fucking cried over a thunderstorm.) no one seemed to be able to calm you down, no one but james. james came over, wet and unruly hair sticking up on all ends, and said “it’s going to be okay, lils, i’m here. no one’s going to hurt you.”

no one will hurt you while your family’s here. so what use is getting upset over anything? they will always be there. to protect you.

and anyways. you’re lily fucking potter.

you’re the chosen one’s daughter.

what the hell do you need tears for? tears are for the weak.

you should be able to bloody take care of yourself.

you should be able to bloody protect them.

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growing up in such a large family, you have become accustom to chaos and pandemonium and a cacophony of hollering voices. but with so many of them gone away, it’s so disturbingly quiet when you come around the burrow.

your uncle ron takes it upon himself to teach you wizard chess.

of course, you lose at first.

but you’re not one for giving up.

also there’s something satisfying about controlling your pieces and planning your moves ― having power over something feels good.

there’s also something very desensitizing about winning a match and seeing your opponent’s piece violently ― barbarically as your aunt hermione says ― shatter to crumbs.

but maybe that’s a little twisted. getting satisfaction off of that.

aunt hermione seems to be concerned about it.

the point is though ― you get good.

you’re bold and reckless and instinctual in your moves, yes. but you get very good.

iii. blooming

[ tw: emotional abuse and alcoholism ]

you’re finally at hogwarts.

and you’re a gryffindor. thank merlin. (the hat said almost slytherin. but definitely gryffindor. you begged and told it “not slytherin.” and so it put you into gryffindor almost immediately after.

as far you’re concerned, that hat was probably rather tipsy that night. if it can talk and sing songs and make decisions, it can get drunk, okay?

and the words that it said while it was intoxicated? can’t be held accounted for.

so thus: you’re a gryffindor. through and through.

no one else needs to know anything different.)

you owl your entire family about it. they’re all proud. most of them say you could have been in any house and it would have been absolutely fine. but they’re all quite proud.

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in third year, you date a boy for the first time.

he sends you love letters. meets with you outside of school. tells you not to tell anyone about him. that sends off warning signs immediately. why can’t your family know? what the fuck is going on?

“let’s keep it a secret, just for now. i don’t want anyone to screw us up, lil. i don’t think they’d like me.”

“why wouldn’t my family like you? i like you. i’d make them like you.”

“please, lil, we can tell them eventually. i’m just scared to right now. you’re the first person i’ve ever had feelings for.”

you’ve always had a very low trust for people, there’s something you love about being called lil though. so you’re wary. but you decide to listen. this time.

but this time turns into just one more time. and it cycles. you excuse things you shouldn’t, all in the name of love. he isolates you, and he knows just how to push your buttons, to pinpoint your insecurities and lash out like a snake.

it takes you months, but you finally come to your senses and see it for what it is: plain and simple abuse. you untether yourself from him.

and then you try your best to forget about it.

maybe that’s part of the reason why you enjoy firewhiskey the first time you try it, just after you turn fourteen.

it burns like it should. it makes you numb. it’s a proper escape.

and it’s pretty damn clear: love gets in the way of things. love is pointless.

also, no one’s allowed to call you lil. ever again.

iv: wilting

[ tw: parental death ]

you’re sixteen. you just turned fucking sixteen.

and your dad’s dead.

your dad’s dead and you didn’t get to say goodbye and the last fucking thing you have of him? it’s his map.

you’d protect that map with your life. even if you’d rather have him.

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it’s all a blur for a while. the condolences, the flowers, the funeral, the memorial, the tears…it’s all just a blur.

you just…you don’t understand why he’s dead.

a war hero. the head of the auror department. the savior. the chosen one.

he was the best of the best.

and he’s dead.

what hope does anyone still have?

practically none.

but dad would want you to have hope.

so you do your best to have some.

your family is just so clearly a mess though. even if they’re all mostly trying to hide it.

you’re the only one in mcgonagall’s army who actually seems to give a damn about people and this hopeless fucking world that’s probably not even worth saving in the first place.

so it’s just all on you now.

because dad’s not here.

he was supposed to always be there.

but he’s not anymore.

but it’s all right. (it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right. you’re the hero of this story. don’t need to saved.)

you need to do something. you can’t just sit down and cry about it.

dad was always so selfless and concerned about the people he loved, but now that he’s not here? you don’t think that dad would really want you to just let his world go to hell.

when you were younger? you knew you wanted to be an auror. and he was proud of that. he helped train you. he was preparing you for this. maybe in some sick, twisted way…the universe meant for this to happen, for him to be taken away from you.

maybe he knew it too. and that’s why he tried so hard to prepare you.

the reasons don’t really matter, you don’t want to fucking talk to anyone about it. this is all just your job now.

that’s it.

iv: falling

you become harsh and hopeless, a storm that never seems to break. gone is the girl who was terrified of lightning and thunder – now you embody them, reveling in the demolition. you are untouchable, and you’re not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse.

if your father was still alive, you wonder if he would be proud.

but you know in your heart, he wouldn’t.

personality

strengths

caring, protective, loyal, intelligent, passionate, determined, brave, outgoing, selfless, witty, cunning, chivalrous, charismatic, adventurous, capable, ambitious, bold, independent, kind, generous, loving, well-intentioned, heroic, willful, free-spirited, warm, revolutionary, compassionate, decisive, hard-working, intuitive, pro-active, family-oriented

weaknesses

paranoid, envious, grudge-holder, blunt, outspoken, misconstrued perceptions, over-drinks, distrustful, stubborn, argumentative, hotheaded, feels the overwhelming need to save everyone and fix everything, too emotionally driven to the point of being illogical, impatient, reckless, lack of regard for her own life, sarcastic, insecure, unyielding, inability to admit she’s wrong, worrier, perfectionist, dishonest, controlling, competitive, unpredictable, erratic, tempestuous, difficulty resisting temptation, spiteful, fearless to the point of harming herself, self-righteous, judgmental, vengeful, violent, manipulative, hypocritical

personality overview

lily is known for her liveliness and her energy. the girl can’t stand being bored, and sitting around doing nothing frustrates her more than anything. most of the gryffindors view her as fun, but her idea of fun doesn’t align with everyone. she likes excitement and adventure. she’d take a swim in the lake when it’s freezing cold outside; she’d drink until she’s completely wasted; she’d set off fireworks in the great hall with her friends; she’d even explore the forbidden forest at night if she’s bored enough.

she’s also known for her quick wit and sense of humor, always ready with a comeback. her favorite teachers call her cheeky, while her least favorite call her a troublemaker. she’ll mouth off to anyone, consequences be damned, and it’s earned her a fair amount of detention sentences over the years. she just can’t help it but sass most of the time. it’s almost a defense mechanism, a way for lily to deflect.

lily knows how to lie, and admittedly, she’s very often dishonest. but she knows how to persuade. she speaks with conviction, her voice unwavering as she spins her webs, a stellar actress. she’s not pathological, but there’s a lot she likes to keep to herself. a lot of weakness and vulnerability that she doesn’t like to share with just anyone. at times, lily is so talented at lying that she is capable of deluding herself, burying some things that she doesn’t care to admit so far in the cobwebs of her mind that the denial becomes subconscious.

she has the heart of a lion. fierce, bold, and strong, lily’s the type of person you’d want beside you in a time of crisis. she’s a textbook gryffindor, ready for a fight and nearly impossible to scare. the girl could be considered too brave; her unwavering courageousness could easily get her killed someday. things that should terrify any sane person, such as bloodthirsty death eaters or hungarian horntails, never scare her. lily is recklessly dauntless, and she’s proud of it. there is nothing she values about herself more than her bravery. if you want lily to go berserk, all you have to do is call her a coward.

lily isn’t afraid to say what she thinks or stand up to people. she’s blunt and outspoken–sometimes harsh – always feeling the need to express her opinion. to make matters worse, she’s very argumentative and steadfast on her beliefs; she could debate for hours about something. in fact, lily actually enjoys arguing and debate, sometimes even picking fights with blood elitists and slytherins merely due to boredom, provoking them for no reason other than craving combat. incredibly hot-tempered, she’s usually fighting with someone about one thing or another and isn’t afraid to resort to violence if her point isn’t coming across.

there is a softer, kinder side to lily behind all her bravado though. she isn’t exactly nice, but she is caring and selfless. and she isn’t inherently cruel. she’d never hurt someone on purpose unless they didn’t absolutely deserve it in her opinion ( though she’s been wrong before on so many occasions ). she’s passionate, loyal, and protective about the things and people that she loves. she would sacrifice her life for someone she cares about in a heartbeat. she has a weakness for heroics, feeling a need to save people and fix everything, carrying the world on her shoulders. this is, of course, unreasonable, but she believes she has to be that way because of the family she comes from. from day one, she has had expectations placed on her because she’s a potter, and rather than fight them, she feels the need to live up to them. she feels as if the world is expecting her to be a hero because her family is so respected and moral. these expectations and complexes of hers are what drives lily.

she is a perfectionist. lily is constantly pushing herself past her limits and often tries to do far more than what she is capable of. lily refuses to stop and rest, and she’ll continue to refuse until the day she dies. she stays up too late to maintain her near-perfect grades. she practices for quidditch nearly every morning. she pours over her dada textbooks for hours on end so that she’ll win every duel in dueling club. lily is competitive and feels the need to be the best because her insecurities cause her to worry that she isn’t good enough, that she’ll never be good enough. it’s self-induced pressure–no one places unrealistic expectations on the girl but herself. in actuality, people may expect lily to be brave and heroic like her parents, but no one expects her to be the best at everything, and she puts most of the pressure on herself due to her own insecurities. it’s only lily who thinks she isn’t good enough, and one of her biggest flaws is her tendency to compare herself to other people rather than seeing herself as her own person. people who are better than her are often met with green, envy rattling in her core, as much as she tries to ignore it.

even though she appears completely fearless to most, lily is actually only almost devoid of fear, not that she would ever admit she was anything less than dauntless. she rarely ever speaks of emotions of fear in front of other people, pretending that nothing fazes her. she doesn’t want anyone to know that she can be scared or weak sometimes. she’s a gryffindor and a potter, so as far as she’s concerned, she’s not allowed to be. lily is expected to be strong and fearless, just like her parents, so that’s what she claims to be whereas, in reality, she can be afraid just like any other person; she’s just good at hiding things. the thought of losing people she cares about absolutely terrifies her, especially with the war. along with that, she has always felt pressure to be great; lily has spent her whole life worrying whether or not she’s good enough due to her family’s achievements. just like her father, she’s always felt the need to be a hero. lately she’s been afraid that she isn’t doing enough to help the order, that her dad would be ashamed of her if he was still alive. that’s one of the reasons why she’ll try to push her outlandish ideas on mcgonagall’s army members even though she knows deep down that she’s suggesting suicide missions.

it’s frightening, really, how much little regard she has for her own life. her self worth is nonexistent in the scheme of things. she’ll fight nail and tooth to live but only because she wants to be there to protect her loved ones; she sees her life as second to theirs. if she thought she could help bring about the end of the war by dying, if there was even the slightest possibility of saving those she views as good, lily would do it in an instant. without thinking. because lily truly believes that her loved ones would get over it, maybe not at first but eventually. and she’s okay with that. she’d want them to move on with their loves, to stop mourning her and find happiness. for lily, there is no better way to go than to go down fighting. to go down while defending her loved ones and her beliefs.

but if she lives through the war, lily plans on becoming an auror, just like her father. it’s just what she’s always wanted to do. again, the girl has a hero complex. and her ambition is great–she wants to be the youngest auror ever accepted into their department and one day make her way up to head auror. lily believes her true calling in life is on the battlefield, protecting the innocent and bringing justice to the world.

lily is a control freak–bossy, domineering, and assertive. losing control is her greatest fear, so she’d never let anyone get the best of her. lily always needs to do something because that’s how she finds control in her own destiny. it always takes time to earn her trust because she fears betrayal and manipulating, causing her to be naturally suspicious of others’ intentions. she’ll fight like hell when others get in the way of her plans; her fear of losing control doesn’t allow her to adapt to change easily. when her father died, she felt weak and powerless, wishing she could just bring back, wishing that she could just do something, anything; her worst fear became a reality, and she swears she is never going to allow herself to feel that way again. she will never be vulnerable again. she will never lose control again. oddly enough, even though she’s been surrounded by love her entire life, she’s even afraid of falling in love for those very reasons. the thought of falling for someone who may or may not love her back, allowing herself to be that vulnerable in front of someone, has always scared her more than she would care to admit. lily needs to feel safe, and being in love with someone who could break your heart is something only fools would do in her opinion.

lily won’t admit to sadness or heartache either, not wanting others to think less of her. through sheer willpower alone, the girl has not cried since she was six though there have been moments where she wished she could allow herself to, such as her father’s funeral. when she saw her father in that casket, she felt like knives were in her ribs, and all she wanted to do was run back to her home, cry, grab a beater’s bat, and destroy all the objects in her home one by one, but her face looked stoic. when asked, lily claims that she’s completely all right about her father’s death, and most believe it. she’ll barely ever talk about him at all. it’s like she isn’t even mourning. there are subtle nuances that she is though. her smile and laugh are more demure than it was before. she’s even more fiercely protective of her family and friends now, and her weakness for heroics has also increased; she’ll go to great lengths to protect and save others with little regard for her own safety. it’s partly because she wants to make her father proud by being brave and partly because she doesn’t value herself much as a person due to her insecurities.

but ironically, even though she hides her emotions the majority of the time, she is consumed by them. they control and drive her, often even to the point of recklessness. logic falls on deaf ears to this girl, making her much more likely to make mistakes and get into trouble. she has a good brain on her shoulders and should know better than to act without thinking, but she doesn’t. lily’s impulsive, reckless, and impetuous, mostly relying on pure instinct. and she’s as stubborn as a mule as well. it’s very hard to convince her not to do something once her mind is set. and bare nerves, stubbornness, and recklessness is a dangerous combination–a mixture not usually found in those who like to live long lives. lily is aware of how foolish she can be, but she just doesn’t care. as far as she’s concerned, if something’s the right thing to do, it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the possible consequences.

but here’s the problem: she’s so often wrong. her black-and-white and self-righteous beliefs are so instilled in her that she can’t see the bigger picture. she can’t recognize that the population isn’t capable of being sorted in categories of good and evil. she doesn’t see shades of grey, judging others by their actions and beliefs regardless of the circumstances. death eaters are not seen by lily as people–only monsters incapable of human emotion. whenever she looks at a death eater, all she can see is her father’s dead face. she doesn’t know who was responsible, so instead she blames them all. she hates them all so intensely that she is blind to the fact that expectations are placed on those from traditionalist families too. and most of all, she doesn’t realize that the other side is just as capable of loving others to the point of consumption as she is. and they should be feared for that.

describe your character through a particular weather temperament or season. / could your character be described in two rival parts, and if so, what would they be? / ( +bonus: if your character could choose their own form of death, what would it be? )

i. lily luna potter was born at the height of summer, on a muggy august night, and as such, she truly embodies every aspect of the season. she’s the unrelenting sun beating down on you — she is always burning burning burning, and she’s impossible to put out. everything she chooses to do is carried out with a tremendous intensity and passion, almost as though she is pouring her entire heart into it, and perhaps she really is. (”they told me to pour my heart into everything i do. so that’s what i did, i poured and poured and poured. now they ask me why i’m so empty.”) when she’s determined to accomplish something, nothing else matters in that moment. she’s overpowering, a girl with the capability to set the whole damn world on fiendfyre if she wanted to. she’s just so much all at once — too much, really. she’s been told that by exes before, that she’s just too much for them, and lily always responds, her voice so piercing it could slit a throat, “or maybe you’re just not enough.” even when she’s cold, it’s with this ferocity that still manages to burn you to the core.

lily can’t ever be any other season than summer, but sometimes she wishes she could be. she longs for the rebirth of spring, the balance of autumn, the chill of winter. but she’ll always burn like summer.

ii. lumos – a fire-haired girl who dons robes of scarlet and gold, as striking as a beacon of light / the family legacy you swore to protect / brain and nerve and bounding heart / a deafening roar of laughter after a brilliant joke / being so incredibly drunk you’re as giddy as a toddler, the life of the party / shielding young girls as though you are the mighty huntress artemis / a magnificent silver phoenix burst from the tip of your wand, summoned by the many faces of your family / the indescribable solace found from wrapping your arms tightly around your big brother, not ever wanting to let go / the callow little girl within yourself that you couldn’t quite manage to kill, a girl who wished on shooting stars and cried during thunderstorms

nox – a meadow of wildflowers wilting away / the fury deep within your core that burns like dragon fire, threatening to consume you / a memory you’ve tried to bury deep within the crevices of your mind, a memory you’d rip from your skull if you could / swearing off love because what good is it anyway / clenched fists so tight that your red, red nails bite crescent moons on your palms / the glorious burn of your muscles during a seething fight / a thunderous cry for retribution, even if it means destroying yourself in the process / feeding into your rage because if you falter for just a moment, you’ll remember just how hollow you are / a ruinous lightning storm encased within a pint-sized girl

iii. she can’t ever picture herself dying quietly. whenever the veil inevitably comes to shroud her, she will take her sharp nails and try to tear it into shreds – she is a forest fire that refuses to snuffed. rage is all she knows, all she’s good at. her beloved cypress wand bears a reminder she carved in runic scripture: “never give up without a fight.” and lily never will. she will struggle and struggle and struggle before they take her.

it’s not that the prospect of death petrifies her. there have been cold nights where she feels hollow and so very small, and she thinks about how she doesn’t want to die – no, she doesn’t want to die – but still she would appreciate the rest, the quietness, the peace. it had been her own father who had sat her down at age six, her very first taste with death (her great-great aunt muriel finally decided to fucking croak) and bestowed upon her the wise words of albus dumbledore just before they left for the funeral, “do not pity the dead. pity the living.” and oh, she does. lily is just sixteen years old, and she’s already so exhausted.

no, she’s not petrified of death, but rather petrified of what she’d leave behind: a family she treasures more than anything. lily doesn’t place much value in her own life. she ultimately views herself as just a person and not a very good one at that, but still she will fight until her dying breath. she will do it for them – all this struggle is for their sake. she needs to stick around to protect them.

but of course, if she could die to save someone she loved, she would do it in an instant. lily’s loyalty is hard-won, but once it’s earned, there isn’t anything she won’t do for you. so that’s how she’d choose to die, fighting but fighting for something – or someone – worth dying for. on those cold hollow nights when she’s wondering what it’s all for, she has to remind herself that it’s for them.

she might not matter, but they do.

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lily luna potter – the woman, the myth, the legend. the only daughter of the chosen one, the world hailed her as a figure of hope from the moment she was born, waiting with baited breath to see what she will go on to accomplish. lily’s so beguiling she could be the sun – she never manages to dim. she’ll lull you to a stupor when she struts past, as ostentatious as ever, and you’ll be rendered gormless in her wake. she’ll leave you wondering whether she’s a dream or a nightmare, but that’s the very point, isn’t it? you laud her as your hero, thrust her with expectations she could never live up to, and when she seems to rise to the occasion, you forget. you forget that she is just a teenager, not a blinding sun or a sharp crack of lightning or a ruinous earthquake, but a girl who’s barely sixteen. a girl who’s lost more than you could ever imagine. children should never be viewed as metaphors, but from the second she came into this world, it was already too late.

/ / /

self-righteous but vindictive, girlish but bloodthirsty, idealistic but cynical, emotional but hardened, tender but acrimonious, coquettish but closed off, well-intentioned but wicked, fiery but icy, radiating but deathly – lily is a girl of contradictions and paradoxes. she possesses so many opposing traits that it’s difficult to make sense of her. with her full face of makeup and voguish outfits, she is ever so carefully put together, but it only serves to hide the storm raging underneath her skin. her countenance is a purposeful illusion – she doesn’t want you to see the red scars on her skin or the dark circles underneath her eyes. everybody is always watching her, so she must look her best. but there’s more to it, isn’t there? he always used to tell her she wore too much makeup, and since breaking up with him on the cusp of her fourth year, she has never stepped outside without a full face. it’s a permanent two-fingered salute. “fuck you, i’m beautiful.” but why does she feel so ugly and mangled?

/ / /

on some days, she burns as bright as a brush fire, incinerating everything in her path. but on others, she’s as hollowed out as a glacier cave, the coldness seeping inside her body, freezing over her heart – those days, nothing and no one can really touch her. somehow, she always fluctuates between passion and numbness, a vicious cycle she can’t seem to control. lily either feels so intensely or feels absolutely nothing at all, and she’s not quite sure which is worse. when her emotions are tearing her apart, she longs to shut them off, but once they’re gone, she’ll do anything just to feel something again. how can she be so passionate yet so hardened at the same time? sometimes she misses the bitter tang of tears, the sweet release – it’s been ten long years since she’s allowed herself to cry. but she won’t allow herself to be weak again. she’s come too far. perhaps it really is best to have a heart that’s forgotten how to beat; dead hearts can’t break.

/ / /

she’s furious and she’s bitter and she’s tired. she’s so goddamn tired. it’s always so exhausting to be her. some days, she wonders what is the point of it all. why does she keep struggling when all she wants to do is lay down her weary arms, close her eyes, and rest? but she knows she can’t. she was born to fight – that’s all she knows how to do at this point. so she will soldier on.

#YEET #this is not her intro lmao #it's just here in case u ever wanted to be overloaded with information lmao #( &. oh but she burns like rum on a fire | ABOUT. )

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spnreactionblogging · 5 years ago

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our father, who aren't in heaven

SPOILERS BELOW BUT I'M REALLY LATE TO THE PARTY THIS TIME

[I actually watched this like a month ago but didn’t remember to post it, oops]

I got so backed up with real life shit that I'm delayed watching this but I stayed off tumblr and twitter almost entirely for the last few weeks to avoid spoilers but god DAMN it it's a fucking buckleming episode

why do they keep being put in charge of the return of characters who we're all very invested in? you ruin kevin tran, you are likely to ruin adam, god fucking damn it.

at least RSJ is directing

you can tell they always think their episode titles are really goddamn clever too and it pisses me off

is john winchester not in heaven anymore? I thought that was a big fucking todo, that he and mary are up there and they don't want to ruin it for them. or are you referring to chuck? or both? who cares.

poor adam.

chuck what fun is it if you just automatically win every time, huh? what's the point?

I do love rob benedict though. I don't like being frustrated with his character.

buckleming's gotta get in as many "terrified women in exploitative situations" as they can before the end huh

I like eileen a lot and I probably ought to get around to watching her actual original episodes at some point

"guest starring jake abel" has got me choked up

HEY TOO BAD THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN READ THE TABLET IS FUCKING DEAD HUH, HOPE YOU KEPT ALL THOSE NOTES OF HIS THAT YOU OCCASIONALLY DRAG OUT AND DECLARE WORTHLESS

poor kevin, god fucking damn it all

SAM: so he has an achilles heel DEAN: well i'm saying he has a weak spot

YEAH BECAUSE DEAN IS STUPID RIGHT? THANKS BUCKLEMING

I hope misha's hip is okay

I do like donatello, I hope nothing awful happens to him :(

sorry though guys the only prophet i acknowledge is kevin tran

okay so obviously as we've known since day one they're gonna team up with the darkness to subdue chuck but things will probably work out in the end to maintain universal harmony or some shit so whatever

sam really does have queer flannel, i like that black and white and red all over shirt

I hate buckleming episodes for so many reasons but not least of all because everyone behaves like a petulant kindergartener

is sam just reading the bible? it's got that golf leaf edge

okay seriously though don't they already have kevin's notes? why is donatello translating this fresh? kevin did all this work and fucking died for it. at least honor his legacy. jesus fuck.

really though, 14.08 establishes this:

http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/14.08_Byzantium_(transcript)

[Dean awakes where he passed out on the kitchen table, and hears voices in the other room. He gets up and follows the voices to the library] SAM: Man, haven't seen this stuff in years. WOMAN: And what language is this technically in? CAS: We're not sure, but it's-- it's written in cuneiform. Kevin was very thorough. SAM: Yeah. We kept it all-- the translations, his notes on his translations, annotations. You name it. [...] SAM: That's not-- Dean, listen, last night, after about whiskey number five, it hit me. I mean, we've torn through all the lore looking for a way to cure Jack, right? But we've never looked through Kevin's angel tablet translations. DEAN: Yeah, 'cause they're worthless. I mean, Kevin translated them into-- to crazy scribble only a prophet can read. And last I checked, we can't exactly ask Donatello. LILY: Maybe I can read them.

did he not take demon tablet notes? he sure seemed to have a bunch of those in seasons 8 and 9! also why do demons not care about this anymore

"if my dad kept me locked in a cage for ten years" oh yeah? if one month on earth is ten years in hell, then adam's been in the cage with michael for 120 earth months = 1,200 years in hell. OVER A MILLENNIUM IN HELL.

buckleming so completely fail to hold my attention even during the episode that ostensibly the whole fandom's been waiting for for a decade, that writing the word "millennium" got me sidetracked into watching some backstreet boys music videos and an nsync one to boot. what do you even have to say for yourselves, buckleming.

okay I got way distracted about the 8tracks closure

so I can't help but notice that STILL they have nothing to say about adam, they just need michael. like.

wow.

cas is the one to bring it up! I fucking love you castiel

keith szarabajka does a good rob benedict

buckleming writing this: chuck should immediately threaten all the women in their lives

oh so NOW dean doesn't want cas going to hell. cute. after forcing him to do so alongside belphegor. fuck you, dean.

i love sam and eileen doing witchy shit and cas watching

oh rowena's back.

i guess we should've known if she died she'd just like. go to hell.

"so fix it!" says rowena, by way of buckleming, dismissing everything castiel has every right to be angry about, as if this should just be shrugged off. easy for her to say when she's the one who fucked things over for crowley. not cool with sam being out of the room for that either? sam is very much involved with these proceedings.

I'm here for adam's food appreciation

I don't remember what happened to adam's mom? was it with the ghouls?

family does suck, adam.

I don't want to hear dean's commentary about sam's relationships or whether eileen is hot or anything like that, ever. butt out.

I do like the actress playing lilith

I need bourbon too, donnie. fortunately i had some prepared before i clicked play on this episode

I loooove these shots of castiel with the chessboard and the railing/bannister/whatever

I get that cas is being "BAMF" again I GUESS or whatever but I'm irritated with him stooping to this level of like... what dean pressured sam into with jack in S14, with using this intense sincerity to trick people. not a fan. and SHOCKER, "jack in the box" was written by buckleming too so there you go. there's this episode of bob's burgers where linda's running a murder mystery dinner and is like "ha! I was the murderer all along even though I said I wasn't!" you didn't connect shit, you're just lying

I will give buckleming exactly one point, even though it's 99% jensen's delivery, but calling him "mike" so derisively is hilarious

why don't they just tell him his AU self had the same goal last season

they definitely don't let them actually apologize! gee! all this time and they don't actually apologize. fuck off.

you could've written ANYTHING. anything at all, buckleming.

adam knows all about not knowing the secrets your dad is keeping

I'm glad adam doesn't forgive them.

"they believe it's true so it's probably true" is bad reasoning here

I feel like sue is probably fucked? or else this is a trap.

michael's the golden child and doesn't realize he's being abused by god just like the rest. at least he doesn't in this version

who said he had an entire tree up his ass, balthazar? zachariah? dean? bobby?

I think cas was right to show him the truth, just the events as they occurred

ugh i'm so nervous and uncomfortable for cas that there's no one here to intermediate if dean goes after him

literally after I type this I unpause and cas asks "where's sam?"

yeah i knew it was a trap. and here chuck's going to hurt eileen because he can.

I'm glad dean apologized on behalf of both of them I guess? but also not cool with sam not being here to talk to adam himself.

I'm glad michael found out about AU michael

stoked about purgatory honestly. bring back benny. BRING BACK GORDON. bring back dick roman.

cas looks so tired. what a note to end on.

I am also tired.

#s15e8

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bard-of-worlds · 4 years ago

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Chapter 4

“Ah! , Before you make your decision, this is your Pokédex. Here.” Sycamore said as he handed Serena a flat card-shaped with a holographic screen in its center.

“If you point your Pokédex towards a Pokémon, it'll search for it automatically. Why not give it a try? Oh, Sophie could you get the what we talked about earlier?” Sycamore said to Sophie who nodded and walked off.

“Lily, my name is Lilly.” Lilith said as she smiled.

“Okay.” Serena said as she walked toward the three Pokémon and pointed her Pokédex at a small yellow fox with red tuffs in its ears.

“Fennekin, the Fox Pokémon. Fennekin expels hot air that can reach nearly 400 degrees.” The Pokédex reported as the Fennekin sneezed.

“Amazing! And you're next.” Serena said as she pointed at a small bipedal light-brown front with a green shell.

“Chespin, the Spiny Nut Pokémon. Chespin can flex the soft spikes on its head, making them so stiff and sharp, they can even pierce through stone.” The Pokédex reported as the Chespin flexed.

“I get it. And finally...” Serena trailed off as she looked at the last one. Before she could scan the last one Sophie walked back into the room carrying a box.

“Froakie, the Bubble Frog Pokémon. From its chest and back, he creates bubbles called Frubbles, which act as a cushion and soften the blow of an opponent's attack.” The Pokédex said as Froakie increased the Frubbles around its neck, causing Serena to pull back in shock.

“Wow! This'll come in handy.” She commented as she looked at her Pokédex.

“Like it?” Sycamore asked with a laugh in his voice at her reactions

“Yes.” Serena said as she looked at him.

“Well then, go ahead and pick your partner.” Sycamore said as the three Pokémon looked at Serena.

“Um, they're all so cute, but I already made up my mind. You see, I knew who I wanted before I left the house.” Serena said as she walked toward the first Pokémon she scanned and crunched down to look at the Fire Type.

“Hmm. Fennekin, I pick you. I'm Serena.” She said as she smiled at her new partner.

“Fenn!” The Fennekin cried in joy, finally it had a trainer.

“And Lilly, Sophie has what you might need, but first do you have a Pokégear?” Sycamore asked Lilith as he accepted the box from Sophie.

Lilith smiled as she exposed her right arm and show the Professor a black armband watch.

“Good, to register at any contest you need to do so in person, for the trial season there open to anyone who decides to enter. To compete at the Grand Festival you have to have 3 Great Ribbons, and you need to win 2 normal Ribbons to qualify for a chance to earn a Great Ribbon. When you win at a two normal level contests you will be given a puzzle to solve that will tell you where you can try and earn a Great Contest. We will advertise them a few days in advance but only in the city they’ll held in. But I can tell you that a Normal Contest is in Santalune City in a few days.” Sycamore explained as he handed her a Ribbon box.

“Thanks Professor.” Lilith said as she took the box and put it into her bag.

A few minutes later Serena and Lilly walked out of the lab and Lilith looked at the skies. Seeing the clouds she turned to Serena and smiled at the girl.

“So! Where are you headed? Santalune too? Mind if we travel together?” Lilith asked Serena.

“Sure, I could use some company on the road but why?” Serena asked as the two walked through the city.

“Back home its safer to travel roads together, it’s a habit and traveling with someone who was raised with The Defense Treaty is always welcome, what do you use? Me I was taught to strike with a whip” Lilith said as she exposed her left arm to show a whip wrapped around her arm.

“I learned to use a naginata spear; it made me think of home in Kanto when Mom moved us here years ago.” Serena said to her new friend as she gestured at her backpack.

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A figure covered in a black clock with a hood covering his face walks up to the Moon Shadow Café, entering it with a small glance around him to make sure he wasn’t being tracked. He entered the building and saw most of the front room vacate, the expected crowed after a holiday.

“Hello, are you meeting anyone?” A pleasant sounding voice came from woman in maid uniform.

“Yes, the Exac-Strike Party.” The man said with a nod. He saw her jolt when he gave the name and smiled under his hood. Guess the old lady told her employees about the time we saved this place back then.

“Follow me.” The woman said with a smile as she led her down a side passage along one of the walls, up a flight of stairs to a door along a wall. Giving a bow the maid walked away as he opened the door and entered the doorway. He came to a small room, Camilla in simple sundress and Magnus in a black shirt and grey pants and two clocks on a rack by the door.

“Hello my old friends, it seems our number might be whole soon.” The figure said as he pulled his hood back to reveal Alex’tra Don. Camilla smiled and walked over and gave his a quick hug.

“How have you been Alex, your lands and people?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Alright with the people, and the harvest looks to be good this year. But I think we should talk about a certain… worm.” Alex said as his eyes lost their cheer and laughter.

“Morg’a did seem to be practically... vicious today. But don’t call her that my friend, it’s insulting to the worms.” Magnus said as he leaned back in his chair.

“What has the honorable Highlord done that has colored your opinion on her?” Camilla said with a laugh to her voice. Magnus just looked at her with hard eyes.

“Perhaps it was when she tried to kill us during that Entourage Battle so long ago. Or maybe it’s the little things, like the last Chimera breeder that cause the change in procedure was from her lands, how bandits that raid cities near hers are never caught on her side or maybe because of how when those ninja inserted and drew off our people before the attack they came at the city from her territory, when the little witch had said security in her lands was secure.” Magnus said frostily as his words hit Camilla hard.

“The Entourage Battle might have been an accident, I know giving what she said, but the change was there so that I see why ruled what they did. The bandits could be using the Underground to move around and have a man in her guards or looking the other way. And the ninja, well they were ninja.” Camilla said with a sigh as she shook her head. The boss was in a rage after the attack, her predecessor had died in battle and by the time an investigation was ready to even start Morg’a people had presented evidence that showed that the invaders had infiltrated through one of the port cities in her domain. The local forces had been dealing with a Tier 4 Chimera attack and had missed them, but some people didn’t believe them. The instigation had gone forward, but no evidence was found leaving Morg’a free.

“The bandits that plague us might have a base in her lands that she knows about true, and the Tier 4 could have been created and released by design, there are people sick enough for that in this world. But still, we’ve found her! Sometime in the near future she will be home and we can get to know our godson/nephew. How did you finally find her?” Alex said as he smiled at his old teammates.

“We didn’t find her, we found him. It was someone looking at the last Kanto Pokémon Tournament; there was an incident before one of his matches that sparked a researcher’s interest. But he’s been sealed, heavily at that. I’ve scarcely begun to grasp the theory behind them, I’m hoping Lilith befriends him and sends back detailed scans, if I can’t find a way to break them, he might have to get out of them on his own. I can’t imagine what Delia is going through.” Magnus said with a grimace. Alex squeezed Magnus’s shoulder and shared a look with his friends.

“She had a master Caster’s ranking when she was taken. Even if they have her sealed too I know that she’s fighting back with everything she is. But enough doom, gloom and work. Let’s have a nice meal and share in some work gossip. One of my lord’s kids is dating someone from his mother’s rival’s city, she’s exasperated about it, sent three requests for anything to take up her kid’s time so he can’t see her in the last week alone. But tell me about this incident that let us find him.” Alex said with a laugh as talk turned to lighter topics.

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A lone Skarmory flies through the darkening skies, a keen observe would see that this Steel-type barley twitched as it flew, that it had none of the individual movements that signaled muscle twitches. It had followed its programing and hung back when the other members of Searcher Squadron 1 had attacked the focused Aura source and trailed it and its rescuers to their home. Protocol when loss of over 50% of mission strength decreed that surviving units return to base. For the last two days it had used the Wind Road to relocate as close to home base as possible before using it improvements to accelerate its travel speed, flying faster and higher then even airplanes. It slowed down and glided downward when it reached the area of its home. Flying above a forest it flew right by three Zubat with metal wings flying a patrol. It passed over a Rhydon with a metal canons in place of their left arms, treads on its feet and metal spikes on it tail leading three Growlithe with metal spikes along their backs and robotic legs with a long single claw at the end. It finally reached a stone wall around a complex. Two parties of 4 Machokes with oversized metal fists walked alongside the wall with the gate being guarded by two Machamps with 2 lances in place of their lower arms with two cannons in place of their upper arms. It flew past a refrigerated structure to enter a window at the top of the tower, entering a large open chamber, a humanoid form lay hunched over the corpse of a Hitmonchan on an examination table. When the Skarmory landed on a table next to a computer a wire snaked out of its mouth to connect to the computer. As the data was downloaded the person turned, revealing a man with a cybernetic right side of his face with an eye that shinned a dark blue. When he saw the Skarmory what remained of his face gained a frown.

“Gather SKG25, where is the rest of your wing? What has become of them?” A raspy voice said as the figure walked toward the computer. As he pulled up the report and frowned as he absorbed the data.

“Gather SKG25 report to reprocessing for rearmament/upgrade. Computer, return specimen FHitCha01 to stasis and prepare the Water specimens in lab 2. Also add Aura wavelength to file AU.” He ordered as he walked out of the room. Walking down a flight of stairs he

“A Problem Metalface?” A voice purred as a person walked toward him. The person was female with an hourglass figure; she wore a crimson cheongsam that ended at her ankles, with black stockings on her legs that ended at her thighs. Her arms had black gloves that went to her elbows; her pouty lips had gray lipstick and grey eye shadow above her blue eyes while her pink wavy hair went to her waist. Her pink hair identified her as one of the Joy Family, but the sneer on her black lips left that in doubt.

“Sorrow, back from taking out that Chimera already. How did the modified Cannoneer handle their first field test?” The figure rasped as he walked past the woman who fell into step behind him

“They were adequate for prototypes, there were a few problems with close combat but I killed them and brought back another corpse to make a new one.” Sorrow said as she

“Another Aggron moved into the mountains? Then the lure Resentment created works. The removed limbs were saved and I can modify the arms to handle the weight of the cannons, or perhaps I can move them to the shoulders.” He mused as they exited the hallway to enter a grand hall with banners with a wrench crossed over a scalpel in an X shape. Passing through the hall they entered a doorway. Reading a book in the room they entered was a tall woman with DD breast in a white halter top and a white leather pants. Her pink hair was in a high ponytail with a bang over her right eye with white eye shadow on her left eye and white lipstick on her pouty lips.

“Ignorance, back from spying on your target sister dear?” Sorrow asked as she walked over and put her arms around her.

“Yes, I was able to discover a connection to Lysandre Labs thanks to my little spies, what about your mission.” Ignorance asked daintily, totally out of character given her cloths.

“Basic Metal type Chimera, brought it back to harvest the Bio-Metal but old’ Metalface here wants to see the boss for some reason.” Sorrow answered her sister before following Metalface who didn’t stop.

“Sister must you call Dr. Sulnik such a demining name?” Ignorance complained as she closed her book and followed her sister and the Doctor out of the room. Finally the three people came to a doorway with an intercom on the wall next to it, opening the door was a woman in a maid’s outfit with stitching on her face and around her forehead.

“How may I help you doctor?” The maid asked in a robotic voice as she stood before the party.

“A problem has arisen with gather wings, I need to speak with the Master.” Dr. Sulnik said, causing the maid to bow and let him into the room.

The room the party entered had computers around the chamber and in the center was a bed with blue glowing tubes connecting to a figure on it. By the bed were two Frankenmon with the body of an Arcanine with the torso of an Infernape without the flames on its head.

“What has happened?” A low voice questioned from the bed as the two Frankenmon turn to look at the party.

“Two days ago master Gather SKG13 sighted a Pokémon with an Aura strength well above its size world allow, it moved to capture it and when it escaped SKG13 sent an order for help of any Gathers in the area, wings led by SKG20 and SKG10 responded with SKG25 staying back to return if the forces were destroyed. They corned the target before a flock of Pidgeottos lead by a Pidgeot protected the target. At this junction the 5 members of Wings SKG20 and SKG10 arrived to assets in the capture when an unknown trainer attacked and destroyed the Gather units. I have ordered that the Aura wave length be saved and updated the watch file.”

“Where were they when they found the target?” the Master wheezed as he absorb the information.

“In the southern oceans near a turn of the Wind Road.” Dr. Sulnik said as a hologram of the world appeared and the area the action took place was circled.

“Designate that area a place of interest, send orders for new material gathered to replace losses. Ignorance, you are to see what the League knows about that area, prepare to gather materials for the creation of Battlers. Have Resentment begin designing mobility upgrades for said Battlers.” The Master commanded as the Frankenmon got up and crossed their arms, sending his minions to do his will.

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“Oh! This is terrible. The sun's setting and we're still in the middle of the woods.” Serena said as she carried her new partner as she and Lilly walked through the woods. “Lilly, any idea how far away the nearest Pokémon Center is, can your Pokégear show us the way?”

“My gear will only able to show so much detail out of cities with what data I have, I’ll download a better map when we get to the Center, it’s supposed to be nearby anyway.” Lilith said with a sigh as she walked.

“Does this mean we're sleeping out in the open tonight? Hm?” Serena asked as she looked around, drawing a laugh from Lilith.

“Not much experience with that princess?” Lilith teased her new friend as she blushed.

“My mom didn’t like it so much but I did rough it with my class a few times over the years. I didn’t do it enough to get an opinion on it though. If we could find the Pokémon Centre, there's no doubt we'd be able to stay there” Serena said with a huff.

“Like I said, I need to download better map data for more details. What that?” Lilith asked as she and Serena saw a figure behind a tree. Serena smiled and walked toward the tree as Lilith slowly reached for her whip.

“Excuse me! Can you please tell us where the Pokémon Centre is?” Serena stared at the figure, not noticing a pointed object moving toward her from behind the tree, but Lilith did see and drew her whip as she realized what it was.

“Serena get away from it, that’s a Chimera!” Lilith cried as her whip wrapped around Serena pulling her away from the creature before a stinger limb shot down where she had been a moment ago.

“Nidorina, Liepard to battle!” Lilith cried as she released her two Pokémon as Serena’s Fennekin jumped down before its trainer. The creature ambled into the fading light. It was gold colored with black mandibles on its face bellow three multifaceted eyes. Its body was segmented with three parts, its head on the front above two pincer claws and four spider like legs on its middle with two tails ending with stingers on its back.

“Bug type Chimera, I fought something like this before! Don’t let its claws get you or it can sting you to knock you out if it’s like the last one I fought that looked like it!” Lilith called out as Serena got out her naginata and spun it around.

“You led, I follow!” Serena called as she deflected a stinger from her Pokémon.

“Try to cut off the one of the tails, it might run after that!” Lilith said as she tried to hit one of the Chimera’s eyes but it blocked with it claws. Fuck the mission I’ve started to like her, but the laws are clear, only use Aura abilities if you have to and we can survive this without them, sorry Serena, with your blade you might have to take your first kill. I just hope this thing is alone. Lilith hated herself for the plan that was forming in her mind; she knew how people off home reacted when they made their first kill.

“Liepard, Dark Pulse when you’ve got a target! Nidorina Double Team try to draw away from Serena! Serena, watch for your target!” Lilith ordered as she tried to get behind it. Nidorina glowed as copies of it formed between Serena and the Chimera. The Chimera tried to grab Liepard with one of its claws but the Dark type dodged to the side, while Lilith’s whip scored hits on its center segment. The chimera’s mandibles opened and shot a string of sticky silk at Nidorina that hit some of the copies before black rings from Liepard hit its face, blast off part of its right mandible. The Chimera cried and shot one of its tail stingers at one of the copies, allowing Serena to dart in and slice off the stinger and a segment of its tail before her Fennekin shot a sphere of orange sparks at the wound, burning it.

“Good job Serena! Liepard charge up a Hyper beam to core it! Nidorina Protect between Liepard and the Chimera until she’s ready!” Lilith said as her whip scored hits. The Chimera looked at its prey and decided to retreat. Opening its mouth as its sole remain mandible opened its mouth released a fog that covered the clearing, causing its opponents to cough and lose sight of it. When the fog cleared it was to reveal a green oval between where the Chimera had been and Serena and the Pokémon, Lilith was further down the path with her whip drawn. Looking around she put her whip back around her arm and recalled her Pokémon as Serena put her spear away before she reached down and picked up her Fennekin and hugged it.

“Fennekin you were so brave, I’m so proud of you!” Serena said with a smile on her face before she saw Lilith’s face. The frown on her friend’s face causes Serena to look around before turning to her.

“Lilly, what’s wrong, we fought it off!” Serena said and frowned as she saw that her words caused Lilith’s frown to grow.

“That thing was smart enough to escape when it didn’t have an advantage, that’s not normal.” Lilith said as she looked around with a frown on her face. Serena looked at her friend before a thought struck her.

“You said it would run if I cut one of its stingers off!” Serena cried as Lilith adopted a sheepish look.

“I said it might run off, and I was trying to keep you from freezing up and becoming a target, I thought we would have to kill it.” Lilith mumbled as Serena and Fennekin just stared at her.

“Is everything okay?” A voice called from behind them, causing the girls to turn and see Nurse Joy running toward them with a Wigglytuff by her side.

“I heard screams, are you two okay?” Nurse Joy asked with worry on her face as she took in the silk on the ground and the exhausted looks on the two girls faces. When she saw the stinger dripping purple blood Joy went white and stared at the two girls.

“Oh, we’re fine, we just fought off a bug type Chimera, say, where’s your Pokémon Center?” Lilith asked as she smiled at Nurse Joy.

“It’s down the path ahead of us.” Joy said absentmindedly as she starred at the stinger in the road.

“Hey, Serena?” Lilith said with a grin on her face. The Chimera was gone, time to move on.

“Yes?” Serana asked as she and her Pokémon looked at her friend’s infectious grin as her own started to grow.

“Race ya!” Lilith said as she ran down to road.

“No fair!” Serena laughed as she and Fennekin followed, both of them glad to be out of danger.

Behind some vegetation three multifaceted eyes stared at the figures moving out of the forest before it walked off into the gloom, it would see them again and then it would eat them.

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Amanda sighed to herself as she walked towards Pallet House. She ran a hand through her hair before she shook her head when she stopped and checked her appearance at a window that looked into Pallet House’s seating area, she had to look her best as a greater. Her blond hair stopped at her shoulders, her eyes blue had a bit of purple eyeliner to bring them out, red lip-gloss for her lips, and she was wearing black pants with a purple shirt with baggy arms that showed the restaurants logo on the back as all permanent staff did, all in all she was ready for the day. Perfect and now if Albia wasn’t acting like a cornered Rattata. Amanda thought as she sighed.

For the last two days Albia had been on edge and looked like someone had cornered her against a wall. Ever since that gold-digging bitch had comeback from her vacation come to think of it. Guinevere Oak was a grade A bitch in school and when Delia and the Professor wasn’t around but she hasn’t even talked to the girl yet. But with her it was always something, the only decent thing that whore had ever done was give birth to her children and the Professor practically raised them! But enough about her, time to get to work. As she entered the restaurant she saw Delia poke her head out of the Kitchen.

“Good, you’re here Amanda, I need to talk to you for a few minutes.” Delia said as she walked towards her. Amanda noticed Delia was wearing a new necklace, a multi-faceted blue crystal on a chain rested above her breasts.

“Something wrong Delia?” Amanda said as she saw Delia adopt a sheepish look.

“We’re almost out of berries and it’s your turn to visit the orchard.” Delia said as she scratched her head and refused to look at Amanda. Getting new barriers was one of the jobs that was on a rotation at the restaurant, they grew fast enough in the ‘wild’ that people sent were able to get them easily enough even in winter with the right Pokémon to help.

“So you’re taking over my shifts while I’m gone?” Amanda said flatly as she folded her arms and looked at her boss.

“yes. Oh, take Albia with you. The girl’s been acting scared about something, maybe a change of pace will help her.” Delia said as she smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll see if I can get anything about what’s wrong with her. The baskets are outside your house right? And go to the employ’s girls room and use the makeup we keep there for once.” Amanda sighed as she turned around.

“They are and tell me if you find out anything.” Delia said as she took position behind the podium and ignored the makeup advice.

“By the way Delia that’s a nice necklace, where’d you get it?” Amanda said as walked toward the door. As she walked out the door she heard Delia call out an answer.

“Ginny gave it to me, she said she found it when she was heading home and thought of me.” Amanda was glad Delia was behind her, she wouldn’t see the scowl on her face. Guinevere never gave anyone presents because she thought of someone when she saw something. She really needed to find out why that bitch was always hanging around Delia, whatever reason she was sure it wasn’t for Delia’s benefit.

Keep it together girl, you just need to catch anything that can get you out of here. Albia thought to herself as she held a Pokéball in her pocket as she tried to watch every alley as she walked to her Quest. Ever since she had sensed that woman, she was jumping at every shadowed alley; sure she was surrounded by those killers.

A hand landed on her shoulder and she shot to the side and saw Amanda looking at her with worry in her eyes.

“Albia, we will talk about that but later. Today you and I are going through the forest picking fresh berries. Today is supposed to have good weather and it’s the perfect place for a nice talk.” Amanda said in a no nonsense tone with a hard look to her eyes. All Albia could was nod, wondering what in Arceus name she could do to get out of that talk and hopping she would find a Spearow in the forest at least, then she and her Pokémon could rough it off the Routes until she had a flyer that could carry her, she wasn’t going over a cliff without wings ever again.

A bipedal form crashed through the forest, not sparing a single backwards glance as it rushed onward. Ever since it had run into the things chasing it, it had known no peace. It had taken out one of them, but the only thing that accomplished was to bring out a something to lead the other two, a …human? Whatever the leader was it was able to keep pace and track it better than the first chasers and led from the front, it had abilities that…. It dodged to the right as a blade of pink energy suddenly sliced downward where it had been standing just a moment ago.

“So little Bug, will you stand and fight or do we continue the hunt?” A voice called out with a jovial tone to it from the direction the energy came from.

The biped didn’t spare a single look at back before it ran in the opposite direction of the voice.

“The hunt continues my hounds, let us run down our prey! For the Queen and for Glory!” The voice called as two large shadows stalked after the biped with a laugh in its voice.

Tom sighed to himself as he walked through the rented cabin. Since they sent that coded message back to command the orders were to wait until a human courier could pick up a scan of the Queen and keep their eyes open. Tom had sent his Weavile and Noctowl out when they received the message to set up sensors around the cabin before ordering his Noctowl to hide near the Queen’s home and follow targets when it received a signal. Sapphire had added a few seals to make the cabin more durable and fireproof in case it was attacked and Rachel had drawn up a watch schedule and was currently taking stock of their Aura Equipment and their personal weapons while Sapphire was meditating trying to get a feel for the Natural Aura of the area, trying to create a mystical early warning system in case any Casters or Auralists were about.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Sapphire cried as her eyes shot open, her trance broken as she had felt a surge of Aura.

“We got incoming Sapphire!?” Rachel called as she and Tom started to draw their weapons and reached for their Pokéballs with their free hands.

“NO! A surge of Fairy Aura just flashed somewhere in the forest! Someone Used an Aura Technique ! It wasn’t a Pokemon or Human!” Sapphire said as she got up and scrambled for her staff.

“A Fairy attack? Not a human or Pokémon? Ladies I think we should it’s time to Blastoise Up as me ma would say. And…hello. We’ve got movement in front of the Queen’s house.” Tom said as he caught sight of his laptop’s screen.

Albia looked around when they stopped before a house at the edge of the Pallet town line.

“Come out, Arcanine!” She jolted when she heard the command Amanda spoke as a Pokéball flew through the air and release the Fire-type. Amanda moved towards the door and retrieved three 2 sided bags that she put on her Fire Pokémon.

“Okay we’re after Orans, Tamatos, Nanabs, Leppa and Razzs. And to make it easier, a few years ago Delia planted a berry orchard to make harvesting new berries when we need them a breeze.” Amanda said as she led her Pokémon and Albia towards the woods. Albia could feel eyes on her as they entered the forest but it was the same kind she used to feel when she and her Pokémon went to find wild ones to fight and train with, both comforting and challenging and she started to relax for once.

Amanda looked at Albia as they walked and grew more concerned for her. Once we walked into the woods the locals started to eye us up and judge us and she’s acting like she on a Sunday stroll. Whatever is bothering her has to do with what’s in cities, people? Is she on the run from someone? Wait, this started when that gold digging slut came back from her trip! Albia started to act scared as soon as Guinevere left! That’s ether the mother of all coincidence or the kid is scared of the tramp! But the bitch didn’t even react to the kid when Delia introduced them, so if Albia is scared of Guinevere, but Guinevere never met the girl before, so what’s the source of her fears? Amanda thought as her eyes grew hard. Her own history with Guinevere Oak aside, if the bitch hurt the younger girl she wouldn’t live long to enjoy it.

“Okay Albia we’re almost where Delia and Ash planted the grove, that Delia’s world trotting trainer son by the way. From experience a few wild Pokémon might be around, but if we leave them alone they leave us alone. If a Chimera is here stay back, my partner will hold it off so I can get my blades out and kill it. You got anything?” Amanda asked as she pulled back her sleeves to reveal two hilts sticking out of two sheaths on her arms.

Albia looked down and let her hand slip into her pocket, looking anywhere but at Amanda and started to walk a bit faster. The kid didn’t want her to know what she had to defend herself, this might be as serious as Delia was thinking.

“So this grove, what kind of Pokémon might be feeding there? I saw Spearows and Rattatas on my way into Pallet, what other species are around here?” Albia said as she smiled hollowly.

“Your running from someone, aren’t you?” Amanda said, causing Albia to stop cold and stare at her elder.

“You don’t have a bounty for anything, I have a brother in law enforcement and he sends me updates about that so you’re not a criminal. You don’t have an air of a noble and you can do your job like you’ve cooked for yourself a lot so running from a decision your parents or family made is out too. That only leaves your running from someone or a group, why I don’t know but it’s probably something on their end. And for some reason Guinevere Oak is involved.” Amanda finished with a growl as Albia just looked at her and slowly paled.

“Listen kid, I don’t know what your problem is but trust this, I hate Guinevere Oak for a few things in our past, she’s the last person on the planet I would ever help. Please kid, you can trust me and Delia.” Amanda said softly as she squeezed one of Albia’s shoulders.

“But what if I can’t trust Delia because of her headaches?” Albia asked softly as she hugged herself. Amanda did a double take and went still at what she heard.

“Child, do you know anything about what really happened to Delia and Ash?” Amanda whispered in total shock. This could change things, Delia could find out where she and Ash came from, they could finder his father they, could… Wait, was THAT BITCH MIXIED UP IN DELIA’S TROUBLES?? SHE CAME BACK TO PALLET THREE MONTHS AFTER DELIA TURNED UP! She went dead still when she saw the state Albia was in, tears were running down her face and one hand in pocket, and enlarged Pokéball in it with her other hand around her necklace, a look of such fear on the girl’s face she hadn’t seen since the Chimera Invasion 5 years ago.

“Albia, explain. Please?” Amanda begged the girl before her.

“It’s something I don’t fully know about, I was told about it by an old woman in the mountains between Johto and Kanto. She found me when she… Fished me out of the river I’d fallen in when the people hunting me force me over a cliff.” Albia said as she closed her eyes as Amanda starred at her. I owe Ms. Ketchem and what I can tell Ms. Amanda is telling the truth about not wanting to help Oak, if she is one of them.. Wait, what is that… THERE!

“Something is coming at us! Defend us Flaaffy!!” Albia screamed as she threw her Pokéball. A bipedal pink sheep with a tail ending in a blue orb appeared before them and stood ready for battle.

“WHERE!” Amanda snarled as she looked around as her Arcanine snarled and braced itself. She only had her Aracine with her, she had left her other Pokémon back home today, a mistake she regretted already.

“SOUTH!” Albia screamed as they heard rustling and out the undergrowth came a segmented grey bipedal wounded Bug-Type with two spiky pincers on its head, two long and thin arms ended in three grey claws. Following it was a teenage boy with steel gray hair in a green tabard with a stylized Emerald G on it center over a black shirt, black boots and gray pants. He holding a rapier in his left hand and on his right hand was a glove with a green gem set on the back of the hand.

“So beyond the target of my hunt I have found two maidens fair, a good day for Knight Acel.” From the teen a jovial voice rang out as he smiled. Amanda’s Arcanine pounded to stand by the Pinsir and growled. Amanda slowly drew her two long daggers from her arms as she starred at the G as her eyes hardened.

“We might have a problem if your hunt isn’t to add this one to your team, or if that G is for Gaia.” Amanda growled as Albia’s Flaffy moved closer as its trainer looked at her senior. Albia had heard about Team Gaia, and the stories about them had originally painted a picture of idiots but over the last few days a darker tone had been shown in their revived state.

“A Woman of battle, a true treat to be savored, and with a mind and soul of courage. With Us among Gaia’s chosen you will be by dusks shadow.” As the words left his mouth behind him two shadows walked into the light. They were made of wood crafted to look like armored knights with a large green gem in its center; its head had three green gems in a triangle. Its blocky legs ended in four talons on each side of the legs. Their arms ended in hands with three claws with a green gem in its center with green bulbs on each side of its limbs with green gems on its shoulders.

“Knight Stalkers take our mark down! I will keep the maiden fair busy.” Sylvestre commanded as he smiled at Amanda. As the two creatures walked toward the Bug type the gems on their shoulders glowed and many green energy leaves formed and shot at the Pinsir.

“Flaaffy, Protect!” Albia cried as her Pokémon intercepted the attack and a green energy sphere formed around the two Pokémon, the leaves dissipating when they hit the energy barrier.

Meanwhile Amanda had blocked the thrust of Acel’s rapier and sliced his right arm, lightly drawing his blood which only seemed to cause Sylvestre to laugh at what she had done. Her Arcanine fired a Flamethrower that he jumped over with a grin at what they were doing, acting as if they were playing dodge ball.

“A spirited try, let’s see how you do when I add some Aura?” Sylvestre said with an evil grin as he began to glow pink and began to increase the speed of his thrusts his reactions to Arcanine’s attack faster, his jumps higher.

Amanda began to try to block his strikes, succeeding half the time and feeling the blade hit her arms. This ‘Knight’ isn’t an Aura Guardian, so how was he able to use Aura, not counting the color difference!

Seeing what Amanda was dealing with Albia looked what her Pokémon was fighting, trying to think of anything to help. The Pinsir looked first at her, then at the leaves hitting the shield before it cried out.

“Pinsir! Pin sir pin!” Flaaffy dropped the Protect when it heard the Bug Types cries, letting a few of the energy leaves hit itself before it moved to the side as the Pinsir brought its hands together and released a ball of blue energy that shot at the Knight Stalker to the left, hitting its center gem. As the gem gained a few cracks, Albia noticed that the leaves it formed dissipated. This might be what we need, if I’m right about that things reaction to the damage. Albia thought as she reached under her shirt and drew a few throwing knives.

Amanda parried the rapier with her left blade, trying to hit her opponent with her right blade missing him by inches. Sylvestre gave a laugh as he dodged the flames and blade. As he moved his eyes drank in his appornent, trusting the Stalkers to hand the younger girl and the other two Pokémon. This woman is a treasure! She has both looks and bravery, and that Pokémon is well trained, give her the blessing and a better match I couldn’t find! The girl I can see becoming an apprentice to one of our casters, maybe even one of the Queen’s handmaidens. He thought as he aimed a thrust at Amanda’s right shoulder which she dodged and sliced down with her left blade. Truly he was have so much fun with her.

“Flaaffy, Brick Break on the central gem!” Hearing Albia’s command Amanda saw her opponent stiffing. Turning his head in a flash he eyes went wide at what he saw. The Electric type had jumped at the right most Stalker and hit its center gem with a glowing arm, cracking it to pieces. As the Stalker fell backwards Amanda scored a hit to Acel’s face, creating a gash down his right eye. Before he could move a throwing knife hit his left should, cutting deep to his bone. Sylvestre eyes hardened as he reached under his tabard and pulled out a flow chain that glowed pink, the glow consuming it before a pink colored glow flowed his up his arm and covered his body, forcing the knife out of his arm as his wounds healed and he smirked before he disappeared from sight.

“OOFF!” Amanda cried out as Sylvestre’s right fist hit her stomach, sending her flying at a tree before her Arcanine shot between her and the tree hitting it in place of its trainer.

“Amanda!” Albia cried out as she saw the state of her friend. Hearing a cry from her Flaaffy she saw that the Stalker had wrapped a vine from its arms around the Pinsir and used it as a club to hit her Flaaffy.

“Surrender, you’ve put up a good fight but my ruling is true, by dusks shadow among the Chosen you will be.” Albia heard and saw the Knight Stalker walk toward her. She looked at her Flaaffy and saw it was pinned under the Pinsir. Her hands went to the pendent around her neck, could she risk it? She thought of how Amanda and Delia had treated her, how the others at Pallet House had treated her, could she let Amanda be taken captive? Her eyes hardened and she made her choice as she removed her necklace.

Amanda struggled to move her Pokémon off her, she had lost her weapons but she had some unarmed combat training so she could hold this scum off long enough for the kid to escape and get help. She stiffened when she felt the needle point of his rapier under her chin.

“So my beauty, shall it be under your own power or will I carry you to your new future?” The playfulness in his voice made her snarled at him. A crash sound to the left of her sight, and she saw Sylvestre blanch when he turned his head.

“Get away from her, now!” Albia cried out. Turning to face her she stared. She felt the blade move away from her throat as the so called Knight took a step back. Turning her head she was shocked by what she saw, Albia was glowing a yellow color and the other Stalker was spilt in half from the where the center gem was supposed to be.

“I Said…” Albia began before she disappeared from sight as before she appeared above the knight slashing down with a glowing leg in a savage axe kick that his left hand, cracking the gem on his glove. Albia grabbed Sylvestre and threw him backwards over her shoulder toward when he first entered the grove.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Albia cried out as she adopted a stance with her arms at her side, her left leg behind her right, her face hard. Gone was the girl how was so scared, here now was a warrior ready for battle.

Sylvestre stumbled back to his feet and moved backwards suddenly, dodging an electric bolt from Flaaffy as Pinsir helped it to its feet. He looked and saw Amanda getting back up and moving toward her dropped blades as her Arcanine started to growl and release flames from its mouth. Perhaps it’s time to live to fight another day, but I will claim my maiden fair. And perhaps the thunder maiden might find a match of my brother, he does need someone. Sylvestre thought as he cupped his right hand and formed a pink energy ball in it.

“Till next we meet my flowers of war.” He said as threw the ball upwards, which exploded in a flash of light that blinded them everyone in the clearing. Amanda looked around and leaned against the tree behind her, that was almost as bad as fighting a Tier 2 with her team alone.

“Amanda!” Albia cried as she ran over, looking nervous and frightened at the same time.

“I’m okay kid. Good moves and I guess that trick you pulled is why people are after you?” Amanda said as she smiled at the kid who looked her age. Albia hands went to her neck and started to look around franticly. The Pinsir walked over to her and handed her a grey crystal on a chain. With a look of gratitude to the Bug type she put it back around her neck.

“Yes, yes it is.” Albia said as she ran to her, looking more scared then during the battle. She’s scared how I’m going to react to those abilities of hers, what caused her to go on the run and who chased here into Kanto? Amanda had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what she heard, but best finish what they came here for first.

“Kid you can tell me later right now…. What’s happening to those Stalker things?” Amanda asked as she looked behind Albia, causing her turn and see the wood parts of them decomposing extremely fast until only a few green gemstones were left. Reaching down Amanda grabbed one of the stones, throwing it up before she caught it again, looking at it as she began to think deeply.

“Kid, help me pick these up, we can throw them in a river I know on the way back to Pallet town. After that lets finish our job and get some barriers for the restaurant, we’ll tell people a horde of Ratattas led by two Raticates. And you should deal with that little guy.” Amanda said with a grin, pointing behind Albia, causing her to turn. The Pinsir had walked toward her and taken a knee before Albia.

“What’s it doing?” Albia whispered to Amanda in wonder.

“I think it wants to join you.” Amanda said with a smile on her face.

“Pinsir sir pin!” The Pinsir cried out as it raised its head and looked at her.

“Really?? I’m being hunted and I don’t know where I’m going to be a year from now and you still want to join me?” Albia asked as she removed a spare Pokéball. At the Bug’s nod, Albia smiled.

“In that case, Welcome to the Family!” She cried as she threw the Pokéball. Amanda looked on neutrally, but inside her thoughts were hard. ‘Defend us’, ‘Welcome to the Family’. Kid you really need someone to help you; I hope Delia can and that you can help her with her memories.

As the Amanda went to gather the gems, she didn’t know they were being watched since they entered the grove. Unseen by all the combatants, a lone Noctowl had watched the fight from start to finish, sending a video from the camera it wore to its trainer.

“Well, that was a thing.” Tom said as he starred at the laptop open before them. Sapphire stared at him for a few seconds before she exploded.

“A THING TOM! A THING?! An unknown Fairy Auralist is around Pallet and he had at least two golems to command! That means he’s allied with a caster that knows Golemcraft! And that girl! She was the waitress at Pallet House; she’s a natural Auralist! She had something that let her hide herself from my spell! What is with this Town?!” Sapphire panted as she finished her rant.

“The Auralist might be from this ‘Team Gaia’ we’ve heard so much about recently. And the kid, I did hear a few whispers from the dark web before we got this mission about a hunt in Johto where the prey got away; I was looking into a few leads that I thought might have a connection to the invasion when I found the chat.” Sarah said as she scowled at the memories that danced behind her eyes.

“We need reinforcements, we need more information about Team Gaia and we need to train ourselves and our Pokémon and we have to have a better exit strategy.” Tom said as he held his face, they needed help.

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A goblet crashed against the wall, spilling the liquid inside it. The people before the desk cringed, their mistress hadn’t taken the news they gave her well.

“FOOLS! DEGENERATES! WASTE OF AURA! ” A female voice shrieked, HighLord Morg’a was throwing a fit. Before her stood some of her followers and on her right stood her Carnivine. On her opposite side was a tall woman in a green business suit with long black hair with green lipstick on her heart shaped face holding a clipboard to her D cup chest.

“If your finished boss, I can finish my report.” A voice drawled from a male figure with black hair and a beard and wearing a dark poncho over brown pants and a black shirt.

“Aster you better have some story Diablo or so help me I’ll feed you to my Carnivine.” She snarled as she poured herself a new goblet of wine. Her Carnivine opened its mouth and saliva dropped to the floor as it stared at the people before it.

“That map you gave us led us straight to a Trapinch nest, easy enough to scare off with the proper attacks, after that finding the markings proved a bit of a trouble but we found them. After my Dodrio drilled a hole we blasted down and that’s when we woke something up. The first sign of trouble was when a rainbow beam hit one of our Sandshrew then a smokescreen formed around us before somethings jumped up and started to slash at us. I parried a blow or two by sheer instant and order a retreat, so my Claydoll teleported us out of the cave and I ordered the wounded to be helped onto their Pokémon and we headed as fast as we could, masking the tunnel we used as best we could. What were we supposed to find anyway, some kind of treasure or something?” Diablo said flatly as he crossed his arms and met her glare with his own. Morg’a took a deep drink of her wine as she mentally decided what to tell her agents.

“The scroll that came with the map said it was a repository of knowledge. Mei, where the hell is the person who translated it, didn’t I order him to show himself?” Morg’a asked as she turned to her left with a frown.

“When Mr. Diablo sent a message that the expedition was returning due to complications I sent some forces to find him knowing you would want an explanation, sadly M’ Lady when the team I sent reached the complex he was being held they discovered the guards stationed there missing and the defense destroyed. Unfortunately when the team breached the structure the bodies of the guards were discovered, their blood had been used to write…messages. The translator was missing and as of now it’s unknown if it he was responsible for it or not but giving the message it’s likely.” Mei said flatly as she handed over the clipboard. As she read the papers on it she came upon what the messages were, first she went pale then as she redden she threw the report to the floor, a picture of the word ‘FOOL’ written in blood shown from where it fell. Diablo just looked at before he sighed.

“So me and mine were sent on a wild Rattata hunt when we should have been loaded to hunt Dragonite, and the guy who made the Quest was laughing at us.” He commented drily as Morg’a made small sounds of fury as she broke the glass in her hands as she squeezed it and began to glow green as the plants around the room started to move.

“OUT, ALL OF YOU OUT!! Mei, you stay.” Morg’a sighed as Diablo and his forces left the room, leaving her Grass type and her secretary with the Highlord. Mei moved behind her mistress and began to massage her neck as Morg’a closed her eyes and sighed.

“This is going to come and bit me in the ass sooner or later. With all that’s happened recently another unknown variable on the board is the last thing I need, especially so close to home.” Morg’a commented as Mei’s fingers worked her magic.

“Have any reports come in? Any reactions from dear Cleo’s side to our little…incursion? Anything along the seas or anything else I should know about?” Morg’a asked when she had calmed down.

“The border guards report that the other side has stepped up patrols as of two hours ago, the Highlord Ro Clor sent in a request for an archeologist to be sent around that time as well. Whatever attack Diablo’s forces when they breached the chamber must have been gone by the time as there has been no movement of combat assets that our people could see. The fishing fleet report that fish spawning season is underway and that a few Blue Whales have entered our waters, I sent a Dark Quest to a few smuggler dens for about them, it’s always profitable this time of year. The mine set up in that old Steel type den reports they’ve broken through to a cavern, they were excited about something they found the Forman is on this way to report in person. Your daughter returned from boarding school today.” Mia’s words cause Morg’a to glare and her Carnivine perked up.

“What’s happened at the school now?” Morg’a snarled at the news. Morg’a elevation to Highlord had a perquisite, and that was the adoption the of her predecessor’s granddaughter. Annamaria, was a beautiful child who was very patriotic, and if the brat found any evidence of half of her long term plans Morg’a would be short a head and the brat would have a regent or be adopted by one of the elites. So to protect herself sent the brat to one of the best boarding school on the island. But a magnet school that had Aura Casting and an Auralist course always seemed to need repairs, sometimes it needed to close for repairs, most of the students would stay in the dorms or travel around the island using sending back homework until the repairs were done but Annamaria would always return home and Morg’a just knew the little brat was spying on her.

“From reports a Pokémon battle cause a series of events that started a fire that caused damage to one of the load baring walls, reports say that it will be closed for the next two weeks.” Mia said in her flat tone. Morg’a

“Tell the cook to prepare her favorite, maybe I can earn a few points with the little brat.” Morg’a said with a sighed as she led her servant and Pokémon out of the room, hoping she would kill the child’s beliefs about her true nature for a few days at least. Unseen and unnoticed, behind a grating along the floor behind them a black Furret had overheard everything that had been said and recorded it on a backpack it was wearing. After it saw them leave it moved through the ducts back to its trainer’s room, where she would collect more evidence at the treason her adopted mother had done.

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Chimera: Creatures born from Pokémon eggs with too much Elemental energy, causing a mutation effect, they either hatch alone or claim their ‘parents’ as their first victims. Ravenous creatures that eat any organic matter, they are hunted and killed as matter of public safety. Overtime they grow stronger and mutate through an unknown method, a Chimera Tier rating is based how much Aura power by the Homeland, and the rest of the world rate them by size and combat potential. Identified mutations include spawning external bodies to use as drones, mouths in unusual places, wings and gills. They have a special organ that people are able to use identify its age, a bounty is given based on said age.

Entourage Battle: One of the ways to gain Nobility in the Homeland, the Entourage Battle. Teams of trainers compete against each other for the right to be Nobles. This is desired because Nobility in the Homeland is needed to become Lord/ Mayor of a City-state

Bio-Metal: Harvested from Metal type Chimera’s. Used in the creation of Masterclass Aura Weapons and Equipment

Natural Aura: Aura living creatures, the land and plants gives off, source of Evolution Stones

Auralist: Combat warrior who is able to use Aura. While Casters can uses Aura unlimited, Auralist are only able to use one kind of Aura throughout lifetime.

Aura Technique: Term for Auralist ability. Beside general Techniques each ‘type’ of Aura has Technique that are only able to powered by single type of Aura. General Techniques while are technically the same they look different depending on type of Aura used by user.

15th Great Kanto Chimera Invasion: [5 years ago before story] A pack of 6 Chimera first attacked Pallet Town not long after winter hit the region. Raiding houses and stores 20 people lost their lives before local forces were able to kill 4 of them and drive off the last 2. Days following saw attacks on towns around the Viridian, Pewter, Celadon and Celadon areas. Fear that a horde had migrate into Kanto swept the region, causing action from the entire and causing all cities and towns to upgrade their security and defenses, talk even started of postponing the next Kanto League until the end of the crisis. An investigation team from Fuchsia Gym found a Tier 7 aquatic Chimera in a sea cave beyond Route 16. An assault group of trainers from the gyms in Cerulean, Pewter, Vermilion and Fuchsia was able to deal with the horde of remote bodies while a team slipped by and attack the main body directly. The horde was destroyed at the cost of 5% of the group, while all of the team sent against the main body were lost when the cave was destroyed, notable among those lost were Gym Leader Mark Waterflower of Cerulean, Gym Leader General Alexander ‘AMP’ of Vermilion, Fuchsia gym trainer Kotaro; apprentice of Gym Leader Sasuke of Fuchsia. Their bodies are never recovered and all were awarded the Medal of Honorable Service for efforts against the beast.

Aura Guardian: Rumored order of warriors who defend humans and Pokemon, legends say a calm mind and serene mind is needed to access a person’s Aura

Golemcraft: Aura discipline of animating inorganic materials, with seals or spells. Durability based on materials, maintenance and resting location may last thousands of years inactivate before they are activated. Golems are able to be ‘dissected’ to learn principles behind them by Casters

Animals: Yes ‘normal’ animals do exist in this Pokémon world. The animals we eat for food are the source of food in this reality

Dark Quest: Quest giving for criminal acts. Kidnapping / Murder/ Poaching. Payout is decided by giver and upon delivery of ‘goods’

#Pokemon AU #Pokemon fanfiction #Ash Harem #World Building

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