#and millicent's motivations are debateable

[sexhaver]

i do love how before the DLC dropped there was some theorizing (more so on this site than reddit or youtube) about how St. Trina might have been Miquella's trans identity, since they were referred to as the same person but with different pronouns, and they both have powers that influence emotions, and after all Miyazaki has been weirdly ambiguous about trans narratives in the past with Gwyndolin so it's not like the lack of evidence is necessarily a nonstarter. and then the DLC drops and is like, "no, dumbass, obviously St. Trina is the personification of a huge chunk of Miquella's personality (his capacity to love) and was abandoned by him but was already a separate entity before that but also wasn't and they're the same person but aren't and also she (St. Trina) wants to reunite with her "parent" demigod (Miquella) so she can kill him. you know, like the other two character pairings in the base game that both already did literally exactly that. dipshit. now kill yourself in front of her four times"

[eamonorus-blog]

JK Rowling’s Rejection of the Political.

Much hay has been made, and continues to be made about the political stance of JK Rowling. For a while it was Christian fundamentalists who were making all the fuss about JK Rowling, but now that seems to have largely changed. Now it is the Trans community and their allies who are disavowing and hating on ol’ JK.

One of the most common refrains is that “her views go against everything her books taught us.” The idea is that the Harry Potter books promoted leftist values of tolerance, open-mindedness, diversity and inclusion, and her current views about gender essentialism are the opposite of that. Although there is plenty of criticism of the books themselves, and people re-examining the text to find problematic elements, it remains true that for most of her recent spate of haters spawned from the trans debate, the books remain relatively well liked, while JK Rowling as a person is the thing specifically seen as out of order. What I aim to do here is take a look at the books and see what they actually have to say on political matters, and hopefully we can figure out what kind of relation there is between the message’s the books espouse and what JK Rowling is currently saying. 1. Wizard Racism So, the whole pureblood thing. The Nazi parallels are obvious, but anyone who is somewhat invested in history and politics can quickly tell that the Death Eaters and Voldemort’s cause in general doesn’t really seem to make much sense. It’s simply full of anachronisms. We are told that their ranks are full of the old aristocratic pure-blooded families. Ok, that kind of makes sense. If muggle-born wizards and witches are on the increase, and they are some sort of social or political threat to the old nobility, then a reactionary response makes sense. But we never get a sense either that the muggle-born wizards and witches are an organised political group that is a threat to the sacred 28 families, or that pureblood power is in any way being taken away or threatened. Maybe it isn’t a political threat that the muggle-born’s represent. Maybe it’s a fear of non-magical blood diluting wizarding powers over time. But in order to make a judgement about whether such a fear is reasonable, let alone morally justified, we would need to know, or at least make educated guesses about the nature of how magic is passed down genetically which we just don’t get.

Maybe there is fears of the muggle world finding out about the Wizarding World and starting a second series of witch burnings, but this is never addressed or examined in the text. Even after the first Wizarding War, families like the Malfoys still have enormous wealth and influence. So much so that Lucius is not in fact well pleased to have Voldemort back. Well, that makes sense. If you are a super-rich aristocrat, highly placed in society, then you have nothing really to gain by joining a group that is dedicated to overthrowing that society. It kind of makes you wonder why the Malfoys and other Death Eaters joined Voldemort to start with. Another problem is the way that Voldemort joins forces with Giants and Werewolves. These are groups which serve as an allegory for marginalised people in the Wizarding World. And yet for some reason this revolutionary group that for some reason comprises of the rich elites (who would have the least motivation to change society through violence in the first place) is the group that is allying with them? The Slytherin’s we meet in the books are often described as ugly or otherwise unpleasant. Draco, Snape, Crabbe, Goyle, Millicent and Pansy all fit the bill here. They are described as a mix of brutish, ugly and stupid. Slytherin house seems to somehow be a rich kids elitist club and also a loutish criminal gang comprised of the worst elements of the lower class. In short, the point I am getting at, is that Rowling wants to have her cake and eat it too. She wants the evil forces to be both the dirty and savage underclass and outcast elements of the wizarding world, and also its sneering and superior elite.

Voldemort’s forces contain a multitude of contradictions. Real life political movements contain contradictory elements and forces within them that are at odds with each other of course, but in the case of the Death Eaters and the Slytherins, these odd elements are never explained, explored or otherwise cleared up. There are possible explanations, but they remain speculation only, the text leaves the central antagonists confusing and impossible to understand politically. Despite Wizard Racism making up such a major part of the series, it is never seriously explored in a way to make us at least understand the rationale of why some wizards feel that way. It remains merely a label for evil that is neither meant to be questioned or understood. And I put forward the proposition that it is pretty irrelevant in the final analysis to the central themes and the journeys of the central characters (or any characters honestly) Being a fantasy racist is mostly just an aesthetic meant to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys. If the bad guys hating on muggles was truly meant to be a central theme, then the near total lack of muggle characters aside from Harry’s awful extended family is rather baffling.

The whole wonder and whimsy on which the success of the books series depends relies on Harry being a part of the magical world. And yet what the conflict between the mundane and magical world might be is never elaborated. The bad guys central aim is to conquer and abuse muggles, and yet we never see any muggles find out about this or really interact with the story in any way. From nearly start to finish the whole conflict remains totally contained within the magical world, exploring what it means to have magic when someone else doesn’t, and what the moral and philosophical issues with that might be remain undeveloped. 2. The Power Of Love

Now we are actually getting somewhere! The text of the book, and the authors mouthpiece in the form of Dumbledore is pretty clear that the power of love is the central theme of the series. And yet this remains frustratingly under discussed when people are trying to grasp what JK Rowling’s worldview is, and what the actual message of the series overall is. Harry is saved by love innumerable times throughout the series. But the one which immediately jumps to mind for most people, the sacrifice of his mother to save him, is among the least interesting to me. Its such a universal idea, that of a mother saving her child, that I don’t think it can actually say that much about the authors mindset. So, without totally disregarding it, I want to talk about some other moments. First Narcissa Malfoy. When Harry is lying still, pretending to be dead in the forbidden forest after Voldemort’s killing curse has struck him, Voldemort sends Narcissa to check him. But Narcissa had one thing she loves more than anything else in the world. Her son Draco. And so when she realises Harry is still alive, she takes the opportunity to find out information about his safety, instead of just revealing the truth to Voldemort. Do she and her husband change their minds about pureblood supremacy and hating muggles? Not one bit, we don’t any indication of that being the case in the text, and outside of the text JK herself confirmed that wasn’t the case. And yet Narcissa was among the most crucial people in defeating Voldemort, because he had put her son in danger. It was not a change in her politics that caused her to change, it was a personal, familial love. And who could forget the most famous example of this, Snape! Throughout all the books he remains totally committed to Slytherin House, docking points from Gryffindor unfairly, siding with Draco, and hating Harry. Like with Narcissa we never see any serious sign that he changed his views about blood status or anti muggle feeling. Although his views on that are never made a serious focus. Snape switched sides and turned against Voldemort solely because he threatened Lily, there was no grand moment where he reckoned with the evil things he had done as a Death Eater and repented, no moment where he realised that the Death Eater ideals were wrong and that their beliefs were destructive and evil. And he remains throughout the books deeply unpleasant, being a bully to Neville, a bad teacher, not to mention spiteful and cruel towards Harry. He possessed one great redeeming quality which made him an unswerving enemy of Voldemort and aligned to the side of good, and that was his love for Lily Evans. A selfish and personal love, even though it became unrequited.

 Dumbledore basically spells this whole idea out at the end of Chapter 23 of Half Blood Prince and yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort’s world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have) you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort’s followers!’

‘Of course I haven’t!’ said Harry indignantly. ‘He killed my mum and dad!’

‘You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!’ said Dumbledore loudly. ‘The only protection that can possibly work against the lure of power like Voldemort’s! In spite of all the temptation you have endured, all the suffering, you remain pure of heart, just as pure as you were at the age of eleven

In Rowling’s worldview, evil ideals are defeated, not through a systemic understanding of how oppressive structures work and how to defeat them, but through an individual love and empathy for those closest to you. Look at how the issues of house elves is addressed. Things which we would need to know to be able to judge what the right way to treat house elves on a systemic level is, like, how they came to be bound to wizards in the first place, why they seem to want to serve wizards for the most part, what it would look like for them to no longer fill that role and what they could do instead, none of this is addressed or explored. Hermione’s attempt at political activism is made fun of and dismissed both by the characters and the author. But how the characters treat individual house elves is taken very seriously. Harry is rewarded for not holding a grudge against Dobby and saving him from the Malfoys by having Dobby help him out several times, before finally giving his life for Harry. Sirius, who on a systemic level likes house elves, but mistreats Kreacher because Kreacher reminds him of his families pureblood mania, which he dislikes for political reasons, ends up getting his comeuppance when Kreacher betrays him to his death. But when the trio befriend Kreacher he becomes a loyal friend and ally. Once again, personal love and compassion is treated with respect, a systemic political solution is treated as a joke. I don’t mean to say this is some universal thing that JK sticks to, it is mentioned that Lupin suffers as a werewolf due to legislation, but for the most part, evil is a personal bullying and any political aspect is more of a surface veneer. It is not that the wizarding world is totally devoid of political messages, it is more that what political messages there are, are mostly unexamined and for the most aesthetic primarily and lacking in substance. This allows people to transpose their own values on to the world of Harry Potter for the most part. Its vagueness allows it to be widely liked and accessible, since it isn’t making too definite a political statement. However this also means that the message of the series is, while liberal in a general sense, and anti-authoritarian, is also pro-establishment, or at least anti-revolutionary. Staying in your lane and helping your common man is encouraged, violent change is suspect. So while the series, and JK herself isn’t very overtly political, for those who belief that evil is a system of privilege and oppression, and not merely the desire to bully people on an individual level, the series is fundamentally incongruent with their worldview.

[marvel-ousnesss]

Unrequited (Valerio x reader)

Warnings: angst, use of drugs, alcohol, cursing, cheating, breakup, mentions of Valerio x Lucrecia 

Word count: 2000-ish

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I hadn't been motivated to write anything until recently. As always, I love to hear comments, thoughts and feedback. Also, thank you so much for supporting my work, hope you enjoy 💜

Masterlist

Request

“Stop it, Valerio.” You abruptly close the book you're holding, eyeing the teacher as you place it on the desk. “They won't even let me get out of the house.”

He had been nagging you all week long about some party he was dying to go to, and you wanted to, really. The only problem was that, a few days ago, the two of you had dragged Guzman on a nightly adventure to the beach, which seemed right at the moment, since he had spent the whole summer sulking. Your dad practically had to drag you home by an ear, and, to say the least, your family didn’t wanna hear a beat about parties or your friends any time soon.

He scoffs, “seriously? Your parents are like the chillest people ever, they weren’t even that mad.”

Incredulous, you look at him up and down, betrayed by the amused grin that flicks on the corner of your lips. “Just checking, were you there on Thursday? One step out of line, and I'll be walking around with an ankle monitor.”

“Y/N, Valerio, is my class, perchance, interrupting your conversation? Should I take it elsewhere?”

With a quick apology and a glare at your boyfriend, cutting the conversation was cut short. However, it was naive to think he'd just settle for the answer you had given him.

“Whatever, Y/N," he grumbles. "I’m sure They'll let you if I,” he frames his face and smiles coyly, “am the one who asks.”

"Geez, why didn't I think of that!". Turning the page of your textbook, you deadpan. "Oh, right, dick-in-a-sock incident.”

Valerio lowers himself on his seat as his face embraces a new tone of crimson. After a second, he recovers. “Can't believe you brought up that teeny-tiny mistake of mine. Low, Y/L/N, even for you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but the bell rings.

When it stops, you continue, “Seriously, V, they've been all over me these last few days, it's a long shot.”

Both of you get out of the classroom and begin to make your way to the lockers. “Just tell them Polo’s gonna be there, don’t they love Polo?”

You sigh, checking the time on your phone. You only have fifteen minutes before your next class began, and, honestly, lack the energy to spend them trying to knock some sense into your mule of a boyfriend.

“Fine,” you settle. “I’ll call them in a minute. But, don’t get your hopes up.”

“Too late.” With a captivating smile, he leans in and pecks your cheek.

After you agreed to at least call your parents, Valerio's mood improved considerably the rest of the day. The rest of the classes went by uneventfully; before you knew it, you found yourself in the car, duffle in hand, on your way to the Montesinos'.

You arrive at their house and let yourself inside, leaving your stuff at the door and heading straight to the kitchen, looking for something to drink. When you turn around to face the stairs, Lu’s making her way down.

"So, how did you manage to dodge your sentence this time?"

"Haggled my freedom, sort of." You place a glass on the table and open the fridge to fetch a bottle of sparkling water.

She rolls her eyes and sighs, exasperated. "A call from my dad would’ve done it".

"Thanks, but it wasn’t that bad, really, " you assure, pouring some water into the glass then cutting a lemon in half. "Just have to take my brother to some birthday party next week and, in exchange, they gave me their blessing for Valerio's thing, and let me stay at yours after."

"God, Y/N, you complain about my brother 24/7 and, in the end, the two of you are just as stubborn."She grabs an apple and takes a bite. "You could've saved yourself the trouble completely."

"Oh, well."You take a seat by the kitchen bar. "Guess it takes one to know one."

"Anyway, what are you wearing tonight?"

You unlock your phone and browse through the gallery. When you find the picture, you stop and point a finger at her. "You're gonna hate me. " You show her the screen smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh, my fucking god, Y/N! How- I- is that the Valentino you were drooling over the other day?"

You just grin.

"You, bitch, how did you get your hands on that?"

"Aunt Millicent."

"Of course," she huffs.

"Turns out that there were a few perks of her going off to Milan." You shrug. "But that's not important right now, what are you gonna wear?"

With that. she drags you up the stairs and into her room. You spend the rest of the afternoon immersed in makeup experiments and debates about fashion until Valerio and Guzman shout your names to start pregaming.

You enter the party together and go straight to the most vacant area of the VIP zone. After grabbing the first round, you join the others at the table and sit down with Polo and Carla for a few drinks. The group remains wrapped in conversation until Ander walks up to his friends and drags them to the bar, probably to tell them about his most recent disagreement with Omar. Soon after, Lucrecia makes eye contact with Nadia, muttering something about her daring to come, and standing up with a huff. Knowing she's physically incapable of keeping herself out of trouble, Carla stands up with a roll of her eyes and follows her.

Valerio lets his arm fall around you and chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. "And then, there were two."

“Wanna get high?" You don't wait for him to answer verbally. Instead, you grab his hands and pull the two of you to stand up.

He laughs, grabbing a bottle of whatever was on the table beside yours.

The two of you sprinted to the nearest restroom in a fit of giggles and lock the door behind you. He puts the bottle on the counter and reaches his pockets, freezing as soon as he lifts his gaze. You dig into your clutch and shake a small bag in his face.

"My treat," you grin, resembling a kid in a candy store.

"Oh, my, little miss Y/LN!" he gasps in fake horror. "What happened to the ankle monitor you were telling me about."

"I won’t tell if you won’t."You smirk, carefully arranging the lines.

The party comes to an end a few minutes before sunrise. You reunite with Lucrecia and Guzman by the entrance of the club and the four of you get in the Montesinos' car. Your head rests on Valerio's chest and he traces lazy patterns on the skin of your arm and shoulder.

When you make it to the house, Lucrecia doesn't waste a minute to drag a tipsy Guzman upstairs, waving a quick goodbye on her way. You giggle, well aware of your friends' plans for the night. Then, you head to the kitchen for a snack.

"Confess it." Your boyfriend stares at you from the stairs, arms crossed over his chest. "The only reason you ever visit is that we have a better pantry."

"To be honest, I thought you already knew that." You grab a pack of chips and walk toward his bedroom, passing by him and kissing his nose softly.

You don't fall asleep that night, writhing in Valerio's arms and debating whether or not to go find something for the hangover that was already beginning to haunt you. When you open your eyes, the first rays of sunlight are already peeking through the window. You decide to get out of bed. You throw the blanket off you and turn, expecting to see your boyfriend, but only find a mess of his blankets instead. You check the time on your cell phone: 8:22 a.m.

Seeing no point in continuing your attempts to get some sleep, you put on the shirt that was laying on Valerio's desk chair and leave the room. As you're crossing the hall to the pool, you hear noises coming through Lucrecia's door. For a moment, you think it may be her and Guzman, but remember hearing him say that he had to go home at dawn to get to a swimming competition.

You try to ignore the noise and convince yourself it's none of your business; but, when you continue to walk away, your ears are invaded by a voice you knew quite well. "It couldn't, they can't-, they're...", a million thoughts invade you. You take a deep breath and to open the door.

There are no words to describe the feeling of your heart being ripped in the blink of an eye. Your legs threaten to collapse and blood rushes to your head, making you dizzy for a brief moment. Not only do you find your boyfriend in the bed, with an unreadable expression coating his face, but you find your best friend redhanded, looking right at you like a deer in headlights.

You don't even try to digest the scene; instead, you run out of the house, suddenly not caring about your current apparel. Part of you wanted to shout what you had seen, to ruin them, but they meant too most to you. You couldn't do it, no matter how much you wanted to get it off your chest.

Luckily, your house was empty. You went straight upstairs and locked yourself in your room for the rest of the morning. You did whatever you could to take your head off what you had seen, but nothing worked. In the end, you wrote it down, desperate to get it out somehow. You hadn't opened your diary since you were twelve, but it was relieving; a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

You spend the remaining of the day so deep in thought, that you didn't even notice your family arriving from the park. You drifted off to sleep after working on some homework, only to be woken up by our brother's voice.

"Y/N, your boyfriend's here!" Hearing the word sends a jab of pain through your body. However, you reply, "I'll be down in a second."

You put on a hoodie, some shoes and leave the fort that was your room. Your parents are focused on a movie, so you take the opportunity to step into the backyard with Valerio.

You face him, trying to appear emotionless, even if your bloodshot eyes give you away.The childish gleam in his face is nowhere to be found, his shoulders are more drooping than normal, and his eyes are almost as red as yours. You wonder if it's because of the crying or the cocaine.

“How long?”

“Before I went abroad.”

You attempt to walk back into the house, but he grabs and pulls your arm, begging you to stay and listen.

You sigh. “I won't say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He stays silent for a few seconds, bringing himself to believe that your thoughts on him were actually that low. Then he mumbles, “I don’t care about that, I know it’s unorthodox, and that you’re probably gonna stop talking to us now, and-“

You didn’t have the energy to hear him ramble. “Look, yes, I’m really shaken, to say the least, it's the first time I’ve seen something like that.” You grimaced. “But, the point is you betrayed my trust, V! Completely!” Your voice shakes, you try to clear your throat but it comes out as a sob. “I- even if it hadn’t been her, you hurt me. You promised you’d never do it, but you did!

He takes your hands, and, even if you don’t resist, feels how tense that makes you. Hours prior, it would’ve been comforting. “And I’m sorry, really. I did it without thinking, Y/N/N, it won’t happen again.”

You pull your hands out of his. “Please, V, it’s been happening for more than a year, half of the time we’ve been dating.”

He stays quiet.

You quietly question, “do you still love me?”

This time, his bottom lip quivers and his voice cracks when he answers. “I care about you, a lot, you know that.”

That’s the last you bear to hear. You avert your eyes from him. “I forgive you. You can go now.”

“Y/N/N…” He moves closer to you, but you shake your head, stopping him.

“Please,” you croak.

[chaoswillfallrpg]

JAE MULCIBER is THIRTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a DEFENSE BARRISTER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like KIM WOO BIN and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

TW: death, murder, abuse, violence

Calculated and brash, Jae Mulciber is the taste of hundred galleons worth of champagne, a catalyst of destruction and the cold edge of an executioner’s blade; decisive and callous determining the fate of victims with one fateful blow. The second born to KYUNG MULCIBER and YEONG YANG, Jae glowed in his parents' affection as they primped him to raise the Mulciber name into defying glory. Hidden in the secluded mountains of The Lake District, enchanted barriers secluded the family from unwelcome prying eyes. Gothic and grand, the manor was envied amongst Pure-Blood elite for it’s grandeur. Gargoyles kept a luring protective gaze on the prinimator, while towering family portraits adorned embossed walls cast in crystal chandeliers. Resilient, powerful and dynamic with exuberant wealth enough for generations to come; the Muclibers possessed a deep rooted sense of entitlement. Basking in status, the name Mulciber was a feared household name for it’s powerful ties to darkness. Souls matching demons, they snarled at Half-Bloods and Mudblood’s alike, batting them into anguish, with a superior god complex. Molded into assassins of torment by the guiding hand of the devil himself; purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding internal misery, Jae and his older sister ERIS were taught not what beauty magic held but rather what power. Snarled voiced echoed like piercing sirens around the garden’s grounds, poisoning any innocence the children held into pure vile vulgarity. A villainous snarl to accompany his bite, Kyung’s teachings were relentless and traitorous;  enough to make even the Thestral’s kept on their ground quiver. 

Concealing their illegal devastation with unregistered Gregorovitch wands, they harnessed darkness while slipping through the grasps of the law. The first born, Eris became the personification of the goddess of chaos; striking strife with the Cruciatus curse. Jae however took akin to the killing curse; Avarda Kadavra. Harsh, blunt, direct, it’s simplicity and dictating hand grew like a disease in Jae’s hand; graving it’s power. United in misery, the troublesome duo relentlessly tormenting house elves in a plight of their own self-satisfaction. Reveling in screams, elves who disobeyed fell victim to Eris, only once she’d had her fun did Jae put them out of their misery with one swish flick. Cast as the spawn of Satan, they revealed in the misery they inflicted and danced in the praise their parents bestowned who beamed with pride from the shadows at the little demons they’d created. Running on gasoline, as years passed, connections faded. Once thriving in destruction throwing hexes at one another with childish glee, glowering glances turned their relationship sour as Eris grew green with envy watching Jae became his father’s right hand. Though praise nor glory was fated in the cards for the Muclibers as heartbreak shattered a distorted reality. LARKIN MULCIBER, a mistake and tarnish on the family legacy brewed devastation. Causing their mother’s last breath with his first, YEONG passed leaving piercing darkness behind. Lace as black as night hid silent tears of fury burning into Eris’ cheeks, while the stench of alcohol on their father’s breath bit as he dismissed elves hushing Larkin’s wails of tears with bitter hatred. While Eris grew spiteful, Jae grew dependable and divisive; possessing an anger so vile it could burn cities to the ground.

While he left the Mulciber name growing in the pits of hell, Durmstrung was Jae’s doing. Persistent in his acts of cruelty, his wit and suave became his hallmark. Thriving, he followed in his sister's legacy as notoriously volatile. His charm lured in the unsuspecting; leaving them vulnerable at his diposble. Few families held the reputation of the Mucliber’s. A name that echoed for centuries, their family legacy was unmatched. Each member as vile as the next, Jae dominated the school with a devilish grin, slicked back hair and a charmed charisma that left even the strongest of witches falling at his feet. Arrogant in his pride, he rose like a phoenix from his mother’s ashes. Dominating and unforgiving, his popularity left him ruling the school with a gang as equally notorious for their power and cruelty. Enthralled by his father’s guiding words to gather strong connections to benefit them when THE DARK LORD’S world came to fruition, Jae entrusted only those equally despicable to his side. NYX FALKOV was a witch with powerful wandless magic rivaling even his own as she poisoned minds and played fiddle to no man, while OSIRIS NOTT held a somber disposition but whose combat skills could leave any quivering at his feet. Rioting the night they reigned like hell furies, encouraged by classmates and tutors alike for their sickafance and talent for the dark arts. Graduating with shining medals of honour to his name, Jae’s intellect and ambition for glory reigned. Hungry for power, he strode in his father’s footsteps; knowing his position could claim him leverage and a dominating hand in any room. 

Filled with aristocratic politicians who aimed to benefit themselves, though Jae held little interest in the justice of Wizengamot, he saw value in it’s disgrace. Week after week he watched the meek, vulnerable and pathetic plead their innocence despite their guilt. Their insolence was intolerable to him; but presented the perfect opportunity. Cunning as the devil and twice as pretty, Jae turned his hand to Law and became a defence barrister with hopes to become of use in The Dark Lord’s schemes. Safeguarding those with less than savoury natures, Jae’s was untouchable as he pleaded cases for those with horror’s hidden in their eyes. Slick defenses became his hall card as he unshackled the guilty and spared them from the likes of Azkaban and The Dementors kiss. Owl’s piled high from villainous figures pleading for their freedom were hand chosen by him for whom he deemed useful in his game of chess. One witch that found his behavior despicable was NAMARI NGUYEN, an auror with bold gumption; if Jae was the executioner, Namari was the liberator. Openly scorning him for endangering civilians by setting the guilty free, criminals passed through his doors captured by her only to be proven innocent. Taking entertainment in her displeasure, as their heated rivalry grew, Jae found himself only wanting to toy with her more. Love, they say, toys a fine parallel line to hatred. Their passionate disagreements turned to scandalous moments hidden behind locked doors with scattered papers. Opposites, while their values often classed; their blood and families aligned. Unionship encouraged by both sides, their love was in spite of odds; united in marriage after nearly seven years since they first quarreled.

Jae’s motives, however, were more complex. The hand of one of the most trusted Auror’s was a wealthy commodity and perfect mask of corruption; for who would suspect the husband of a senior officer? Destroying evidence to hide atrocities accumulating from the rising power of the Death Eater’s, his glory was finally coming to fruition. Though when villains crumble, it’s always that much more crippling. Sipping a fire whiskey on rocks in a heated political debate between his father and his new companion - ARA YI-; laughed at the state of the Ministry under the hands of MILLICENT. Though when Kyung went to check on his girlfriend after she’d excused herself, frantic alarmed shouts disrupted the silence. Alerted to join his father, Jae’s eyes befell a large serpent luring in the shadows of the room. Swift brash action, a twisted hand and a hissed ‘Avada Kedavra’ left the creature cold. Only, to their horror, as the scaly beast morphed into a petite woman did they realise it wasn’t a creature at all, but Ara; a Maledictus unknown to them. But before Kyung and Jae could utter a word, a scream of horror erupted from Namari who’d just returned home. Horrified, her gaze once loving darked before his eyes. With panicked words of informing the ministry, she fled for her wand. Barely a whisper of a hair from her grasp, before ‘Avada Kedavra’ cut through the air like a guillotine, harsh, brutish and soul destroying; leaving her cold as stone on the marble floor. A shiver in the air, Jae looked upon his wife’s corpse with tight sadness; death having left his lips from selfish fear of his own fate before he’d even gabbled the consequences. The soul of his love destroyed in a plight to save his own; unaware that he too would die with her.

Masquerading murders, Sectumsempra replicated the attack of the late BOOKER, leading blame to ‘infamous killer’ SILAS CRUMP. Assured by Kygung that Jae’s mistakes would aid in The Dark Lord’s biddings. And if betrayed, they’d all go burning into hell and drag RABASTAN and BELLATRIX down with them for their own crimes. Playing the mournful widow, an ominous glance reflected in a mirror before mysteriously vanishing and glass shattering without touch, have left him paranoid. Strange events keep happening without explanation, leaving him feeling haunted in guilt as he catches a reflection of a face he swears is his late wife. Fearing he’s losing his sanity, drowned sorrows eases his paranoia until the lights flicker in an ominous glow. An unnerving sight that isn’t helped with Namari’s once partner in crime NOBREGAS THORNE who is becoming overly interested in the growing investigation. Irritated as Thorne sniffs around, Jae has enlisted the help of close friend EDRICK SELWYN to uncover Nobregas’ skeleton’s in hopes to blackmail him into silence. However, discovering a stolen love affair between Thorne and Namari, Jae has grown furious with vengeful spite. Storm raging in his chest, for a man once so assertive, he’s become unstable in his own judgement. Rationality shattered, he has cleared the name of criminal ESADOWA ARROW and in exchange for his early release from Azkaban, has tasked him to deter Thorne by any means necessary. Swearing to Morgana the Mulciber name will burn glorious as he arises in the new world as the rightful air to his legacy. But what good is a legacy, if you’re unable to bask in all of its power come dawn?

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis-Male

Sexuality  → Up To Player

Relationship Status → Widowed 

Previous Education → Dumstrung Institute of Magic

Family → Kyung Mulciber (father), Yeong Mucliber (mother), Eris Mulciber (sister), Larkin Mulciber (brother), Jieun Malciber (Aunt) 

Connections  → Namari Nguyen (deceased wife/potential love interest/victim), Nyx Falkov (close friend), Osiris Nott (best friend), Edrick Selwyn (best friend), Castor Wilkes (close friend), Evan Rosier (close friend), Bellatrix Black (friend), Ara Yi (victim), Nobregas Thorne (adversary/person of interest), Esadowa Arrow (employee) 

Future Information → N/A

JAE MULCIBER IS A LEVEL 8 WIZARD.

[kc-s-e]

Study Moods for Slytherin Ladies

Pansy Parkinson

Perfect posture. Handwriting makes calligraphy jealous. Everything is in order and has a place. No slack. Bubblegum for recall. Iced tea. Strict colour scheme. House pride. Aesthetically pleasing. Minimalistic. Pencil cases.

Daphne Greengrass

Pastel highlighters. Studying with siblings. Meticulously organised planners. White desk. Lemonade. More notebooks than required. Polaroid camera. Hand cream. Rare mistakes. Jelly beans. Several timetables. Summer breeze.

Millicent Bulstrode

Procrastination. Study groups. Musky smell of the library. Scribbled notes. Hair falling out of a bun. Baked goods. Crackling fireplace. Running out of ink. Broken quills. Study music. Discarded jackets. All nighters. Coffee is now your blood.

Tracey Davis

Studying outside. Flashcards crammed with knowledge. Salty sea air. Wind flapping the pages of a book. Green and silver, no debate. Random doodles on notes. Post it notes everywhere. Oversized sweaters. Doughnuts. Static from a stereo.

Astoria Greengrass

Rain pounding on windows. Multicoloured highlighters. Neon post it notes. No discernible method. Cramming. Many breaks. Laughter. Distractions. Guitar music. Vanilla scented. Porcelain mugs. Lipgloss. Soft bedding.

Narcissa Malfoy

Old tomes. Elegant handwriting. Flickering candles. Scratching of a quill. Ambient sounds. Empty libraries. Expensive perfume. Little comforts. Smoky wood. Studying at dusk. Spending time with loved ones. Whispered motivational mantras.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Paying for your grades. Blackmailing for answers. Secret studies. Extra reading. Black everything. Light cutting through the trees. Black coffee. Never seen studying, but maintaing perfect grades. Dimmed lighting. Calendars.

Andromeda Tonks

Boisterous laughter. Spending time with friends. Earl Grey tea. Worry stones. Knitting. Fountain pens. Broken quills. Freshly bought stationery. New snow. More comforts than home. Glasses perched on a nose. Knee length socks.

Merula Snyde

Boisterous laughter. Spending time with friends. Earl Grey tea. Worry stones. Knitting. Fountain pens. Broken quills. Freshly bought stationery. New snow. More comforts than home. Glasses perched on a nose. Knee length socks.

Ismelda Murk

Sneaking out late. Crows. Unusually perfect assignments. Balled up paper. Stained hands. Black ink. Ripped up notes. Heavy metal. Spilled nail polish. Strong brewed tea. Late nights. Full moons. Secretly intelligent. Cryptic notes.

- KC

[calebski]

Songs Tag

Rules: List ten songs you’re into at the moment and tag ten people.

So, I was tagged by @synoir and @kreeblimsabs, and as usual, I have been really crap about finding time to sit down and do this. I wanted to make this somehow fandom relevant, and so I have put a song down to represent each pairing I am currently writing. 

1. Hearts Don’t Break Around Here - Ed Sheeran  

Viktor Krum x Hermione Granger

*Unpopular opinion warning* Ed Sheeran’s newest album had a lot of low points, like a lot, but this song, something about it makes me feel calm and hopeful. It’s a love song that's done in this gentle, real way and it has become the song I listen too when I am trying to get myself into the headspace to write Air. 

2. Never Let Me Go - Florence and The Machine

Regulus Black x Hermione Granger

Florence owns my heart, she really does, everything about her music calls to me like a religion. Her voice is so piercingly emotional I really could cry on demand after listening to just one of her ballads. Ready For The Storm was born from Kreeblim Sabs sending me the song of the same name (Dougie MacLean in case you are interested), and if that song was the first two chapters, this one is the rest. ‘In the arms of the ocean, deliver me.’

3. Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Cedric Diggory x Hermione Granger

Presented without apology, Queen are one of those bands that never fail to brighten up my mood and Cedric is a character that I feel similarly about. Freddie Mercury rattles through the lyrics gathering speed much like I imagine having Cedric in your life would feel.

4. Wicked Game - James Vincent McMorrow

Reuben Yaxley x Hermione Granger 

The original of this has always been a favourite of mine, but this version is just so haunting it pulls a lot of the darker emotions of the song to the surface in a much more startling way. It is my song for Renovate, perfectly encapsulating Hermione’s resistance to fall for the jaded, incarcerated Yaxley. ‘If the world was on fire no one would save me but you’.

5. In the End - Linkin Park

The Bloody Baron x Helena Ravenclaw

I can’t talk much about this song, recent events have led me to feel hollowed out whenever I think about the band. In any case, I’m not sure I could adequately express how much the lyrics of this one impact me. ‘I tried so hard, and got so far, in the end, it doesn’t even matter’. I have recently started mapping out a fic for this pairing, and given how they both ended up it felt fitting.

6. Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash

Sirius Black x Hermione Granger

From one man in black to another, this song has always just screamed Sirimione to me, right down to the fact that June wrote it and gave it to Johnny. I can just picture Sirius saying that he had no idea how to explain how he felt and Hermione just handing him a piece of parchment mater of factly.

7. Breathe Me - Sia

Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger

The song that made me fall in love with Sia has become a motivator to relook at my one-shot for this pairing, and possibly look to expand it. Her vocal in this is so brave, she has an astonishing voice, but in this, she sounds as if she is reluctantly mumbling along to someone else's script much like how I feel Fleur behaves in this AU.

8. Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

Millicent Bulstrode x Charlie Weasley

This one is a bit of a cheat as it is for a specific upcoming chapter in The Mixtape so I have moulded the characters to my own ends but still... I remember when this song came out and I was just old enough to understand how powerful a non-love song could be with a message like this at its core. Sometimes you need to be reminded that it’s okay to say ‘thanks for showing up, but you treated me like shit, so hit the bricks, dickhead’. 

9. The Scientist - Coldplay

Augustus Rookwood x Hermione Granger

Early Coldplay is a thing of beauty, total beauty. This song makes me want to lie on my back with headphones on my ears as I stare a the ceiling in the way they do in films. It makes me think of love as the war between head and heart, pleasure and pain - which is everything I think when I write this pair. 

10. Behind Blue Eyes - The Who

Louis Travers x Hermione Granger

A debate about this song resulted in me meeting my husband, so it has always remained important to me. Something about it speaks to the AU in Desire, a fic that I am working on expanding in the new year. Another great - this is not a love song - ‘My love is vengeance, that’s never free’.

I am sure everyone has been tagged so play if you want.