#animatus

[sinsiriuslyemo]

I have to ask ... Sirius Black and the Daughter of the Mountain King?

What? How? What? Who?

Thanks so much for asking!

So, Sirius Black and the Daughter of the Mountain King actually started as an idea for a one shot. I was thinking 3-4k words max. But as I started to write, there was more story emerging in my head, and long story longer, I'm currently finishing the last few chapters of the first draft, the whole thing is fast approaching 250k words and there will be a part 2, possibly a part 3.

I'm calling the series The Legacy of the Noble House of Black, part one is titled Sirius Black and the Daughter of the Mountain King. It's Sirius-centric (obviously) and starts just after PoA and ends when he falls through the veil in OotP.

Synopsis:

The secrets of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black run deep. On the run from the Ministry of Magic, Sirius and Buckbeak fly to the Ocean's Edge, where Sirius' younger sister was hidden over two decades before. Upon returning to England, and locked in their childhood home, Sirius and Callisto begin to uncover the mystery that their parents set into motion decades earlier, while the Order of the Phoenix prepares for the Second Wizarding War.

And because I'm dying to start posting this but have made a rule for myself not to until a first draft is finished, here's a snippet from the prologue (which is from Dumbledore's perspective):

Now that Sirius had been spared from the Dementor's Kiss, and the hippogriff from the executioner's blade, Dumbledore just had to hope that Sirius wouldn't wait too long to read the note Hermione gave him, directing him to a cave near Hogsmeade.

As he strode into his office, Albus went up the curved staircase to the right of his mahogany desk, and went to the bookshelf closest to the large, circular window. He pulled a navy, tattered book that had served as a hiding place for twenty-three years, blowing away the years of dust from the front and opening it to chapter eight. Pulling out his wand, he touched it to the seventh sentence from the bottom and dragged his wand toward the edges, sliding the words off the page, leaving them to float in the air before him:

"Without memory, there is no healing. Without forgiveness, there is no future."

"Animatus sententia."

The sentence began to glow before his eyes, a soft yet bright orange that grew brighter and warmer until the letters shimmered and burst like silent fireworks. The pieces reassembled into a zinc and gold music box with crystal trim, which had been sealed for nearly three decades.

[smoqueen]

dont shit your drawers but the Animatus from Siralim Ultimate has been seen on gm_construct beating the everloving shit out of Lei Wulong

[nklsdttr]

she does not dare look to her father , focus never breaking from the canvas on which she worked . hand waves over image of tarantula in her art . " ... animatus , " incantation whispered , and the spider comes to life , crawling into her palm . " look , i really don't want to talk about it , okay ? " / @hybrid-royalty smashed the heart .

[nando161mando]

17,00etan hasi da Portugaleteko (Ezkerraldea - Bizkaia) Liburu Fanzine eta material politikoaren azoka. Asteburu osoan zehar egongo da irekita.

EH-Donbass Elkartasun Komitearen postua aurkitu dezakezu bertan liburuekin, aldizkariekin, kamisetekin...

Animatu eta etorri!!

At 17:00, the Book Fanzine and political material fair in Portugalet (Ezkerraldea - Bizkaia) has started. It will be open all weekend.

You can find the EH-Donbass Solidarity Committee stand there with books, magazines, t-shirts...

Cheer up and come!!

[rausule]

RUSSIA fit status potentes

Quo nomine COMITATUS ADVENIENS?

D TE regnum Russiae saeculo nono auctore Rurik. A Norvegia condita. Ipse et alii piratae Norvegiae incolas Slavicas Russiae septentrionalis vicerunt et caput suum Novgorod fecerunt.

Postea Vladimirus Sanctus e principibus Russiae vocatus est. nupta reginae Annae de Constantinopoli. Ad eam instantiam vir Norvegianam religionem deserens fidemque christianam assumpsit. Hoc modo venit Russia sub Ecclesia Catholica Graeca (etiam Ecclesia Orthodoxa Graeca appellata) cum Pontifice Constantinopolitano in Capite, et non sub Ecclesia Catholica Romana, sicut in regionibus Europae occidentalibus. Per hunc contactum cum Constantinopolitano etiam Russia leviter impulsus civilis cultus civilis venit.

ORIENTAL HORDES EXERCITUS RUSSIA

Processus civilis tertio decimo saeculo intermissus est cum Genghis Khan, princeps Tartariae, Russiam cum suis orientalibus multitudine praeoccupavit. Inde est quod Russia postea assimilatus est patriae orientalis secundum habitum et consuetudinem. Saeculo XV, posteri Rurik Tartaros e Russia pellere coeperunt. Negotium peractum est cum regnum Russiae Moscoviae, cum Moscuae caput suum exstitisset, exsisteret usque ad diem operarium in navalibus operari.

Sed maximum studium eius in nave erat.

navigatio et navigium. In Hollandia et Anglia fecit

PETRUS MAGNUS

Proximus miliarius maximus in historia Russiae regula Tsar Petri Romanov est, quae Petrus Magnus appellatur. Russiam e semi-Orientali regione in modernam Europae regionem convertit.

Petrus admodum periculosus erat, et principi curriculo extraordinario. Propter animum fratris tsar coram eo, ipse et mater eius vitam in Kremlin, palatium Moscuae, secreta vivebant. Crevit in plateis et suburbiis Moscuae. Amicos cum peregrinis et nautis maxime amatus est, et in commercio cum iis perspexit patriam suam longe post Europam occidentalem esse.

Cum Petro successit fratri suo Tsar Russiae. Etiam amicissimos suos contrusit et saluti suae abscondit, cum repente animum amisit. Tota eius species ac mores magis quam principem viae barbarum simile. Sed ingenti operis facultate praeditus, patriaeque amore flagrans est animatus. Quapropter omnes suasit vires ad Russiam modernizandam eamque pari condicione cum aliis Occidentis regionibus deportandam.

RUSSIA accipit portum suum

Sicut legentes nostri Trekker, Petrus agnovit Russiam portum vocationis habere cum aliis terris in contactum habere. Sola Russian portum fuit Archangelus in septemtrionis

Sed octo menses extra annum frustra erat quod tunc constringebatur. Praeterea sita est via artis praecipui longius a. In bello contra Turcos, Taurus Asof in Ponto cepit, unde Russia primum portum suum in aqua calida dedit.

Hoc bellum Petro etiam magis persuasit Russiam maiorem partes habere non posse donec scientiam et apparatum Occidentis obtineret, quam ob rem Taar insolitum iter capere statuit et sibi videre quomodo res in Occidente fierent. .

ITER EXIMIA QUAESTIO

Anno 1697 suum extraordinarium iter incepit, contra ministrorum suorum acerbissimam oppositionem. Berolinum, Lutetiae, Amstelodamum et Londinum non principem, sed habitum studiosum ac saepe communem operarium invisit. Undique ivit. homines celeritate miratur qua res novas didicit. Rerum omnium fere quae ad se pervenire potuerunt prima manu habuit: machinationem, cursui, fabricandi chartarum et textorum, coriariorum, imprimendi, medicinae, etiam dentes extrahendi.

postea docere posse homines suos quomodo classem Russicam aedificaret. Ubique etiam studium administrationis patriae fecit.

Itinera eius seditione contra consilium occidentales interruptae sunt. Festinandum erat, ubi omnes principes seditionum interfecerunt.

Inde occidentalem serio coepit. Cognitio fabrum, artificum. doctores et magistri, ex omnibus Europae partibus collecti, Russos omnes occidentales methodos adiuvare docebant et Russiam e somno diuturno excitant.

ET NOBILITAS RADENDERE BARBAM

Scholares convertendi libros de omnibus rebus in Universitatibus Russicis et in scholis instituebant. Tsar etiam externa civilis cultus Orientalis signa evellere conatus est, quidam nobilium, qui barbam radere nolebant, vel longas Orientales stolas pro brevibus tunicas commutare, in manus proprias assumpsit, secans vestem breviorem et incisam. barbam abrumpere. In portis principalium civitatum tonsores et sartores loca capiunt. ut omnem barbam transeuntis raderent et longam vestem abbreviarent. Foeminae detraherent tintinnabulis.

Omnes hae reformationes acriter repugnantiam provocaverunt, sed Petrus ubique manu ferrea contra incredulos egit. Cum uxore sua in coenobio obstitit quod reformationibus adversabatur. Per filium Alexim eadem de causa prosecutum est et tandem eum in carcerem coniectum et ad necem verberavit.

Magna urbs in palude oritur

Petrus etiam alium portum in Mare Balthico voluit. Hoc conflictum duxit cum Suetia, qui dominabatur omnium orarum Maris Baltici. Primus impetus defecit, sed anno MDCCIX omnes possessiones Sueticas in oram maris Baltici orientali cepit. Nunc magnum portum habet, St. Petersburg, late landing. Quadraginta milia corporum in hoc laborare coacti sunt. Multi perierunt morbo et frigore, inundationibus et incursu Sueonum sub Carolo XII rege, sed Petrus fecit. eos ibi prohibuit, donec ex paludibus caput novum ei constituerent. Omnes nobilitas hic domos aedificare et quibusdam in locis coacta est

anni temporibus incolere. In fine administrationis eius Petrus potuit cum

sufficientia testificata successu laboris sui Russiam exercitum, classem et urbem modernam, necnon fodinas, industrias et mercaturam florentissimam cum reliqua Europa habuit. Praeterea Russia potestas nunc erat quod ceterae nationes adnumerandum erat.

Petro Magno successit inbecillitatis series, quae fere opus suum pessum dedit. Fortunate, imperatrix Catharina Magna, cessavit. Illa erat germana principissa quae Petro III Tsar nupsit, consobrino suo. Quem cum deposuisset, in pugna in carcere strangulatus est. Ab ipsa Occidente, Petri Magni emendationes continuavit. Ea quoque consilium dilatationis ad meridiem et occidentem supplevit vincendo totam oram septentrionalem Ponti et magnam Poloniae partem.

[tria-haec]

Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio; contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo, divina virtute, in infernum detrude. Amen

Memorare, O piissima Virgo Maria, non esse auditum a saeculo, quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia, tua implorantem auxilia, tua petentem suffragia, esse derelictum. Ego tali animatus confidentia, ad te, Virgo Virginum, Mater, curro ad te venio, coram te gemens peccator assisto. Noli, Mater Verbi, verba mea despicere; sed audi propitia et exaudi. Amen

I do not usually do this, but this is urgent.

Please, in your charity, pray for my family who is going through a very scary situation in Mexico at the moment.

You do not have to say a long prayer or anything, even tracing a simple cross across my request or a St. Michael prayer will do.

May the blessings of the Lord be upon you all, thank you!

[fizzsea]

Animatus, the Flesh and Bone Witch. He seeks pearls and the mist

[turbofagstic]

oh yea baby

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 17)

Part 17: Frosted Window Panes

Harry woke with a start, body lurching as he came out of his dream gasping for breath; visions of fire, and veils, and ghostly train stations remained on the edges of his periphery.

"S'alright," a voice behind him slurred and Harry wanted to sink into his voice. How could he have forgotten Draco was here?

He slipped lower in the bed and turned onto his side, being careful not to kick Helmi where she was still asleep at the end of the bed.

"It was just a dream," Draco murmured, eyes still closed as he reached for Harry and stroked his fingers along his arm.

"Go back to sleep," Harry murmured, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Draco's nose.

The other man hummed and tugged Harry a little closer, "That's my line," he said, voice a little clearer this time.

"It's going to be a little while for me," he murmured, "I might get up and read for a bit."

At that one of Draco's eyes opened, "The window panes are frosted."

"Sorry?" he asked.

He nodded at the window behind Harry's head, "Frosted window panes."

Harry glanced over his shoulder, "They are, yeah."

"Roll over," Draco said.

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An argument was on the tip of his tongue but instead he just did as Draco bid.

"When I was little, my mum would come in after I'd had a nightmare and tell me stories."

"Yeah?" he asked softly, reveling in the intimacy of the story being shared.

"Mmhmm," Draco hummed in reply. "And in the winter, she'd do a neat bit of spell work to make the stories appear in the frost on the window pane."

"Really?" Harry asked.

He felt Draco nod, lips brushing over his shoulder, "I think I remember the one about the snowman who comes to life and takes a child to a huge party of snowmen. Hold on," he said, rolling away and patting around on the bed for his wand. "Gelu animatus," he whispered, twisting his wand.

For a heartbeat nothing happened but then the frost started to shift and reshape itself, forming characters that stood against the backdrop of the streetlamps outside Harry's window. While the pictures moved and shifted, Draco told the story, voice soft and low in his ear.

Slowly Harry's body calmed, his heart stopped pounding and his mind slowed from its racing as he listened to the story and watched it illustrated before his eyes on the glass.

When Draco finished the story, Harry's eyes were feeling heavy again and he snuggled back against Draco, pulling Draco's arm tighter around his chest and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he replied. "Feel better?"

He nodded, "Loads."

"Good." The were quiet for a few minutes and Harry was just about to drift off when Draco said, "My father's having a garishly large, ostentatious Christmas party."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah?"

Draco sighed, his breath warm against the back of Harry neck. "Yes, they have one every year and I wasn't going to go because I didn't think that it would be the same without my mum."

He brought Draco's knuckles to his lips once more and pressed a kiss to his skin, giving a modicum of the comfort he'd spent the past several months longing to be able to.

"I wasn't going to go, but..." he trailed of uncertainly.

"But?" Harry prompted.

"But now we're actually together and it might be fun. The food is really good, there's a live band and dancing, there's loads of free alcohol. If you wanted-"

"Yeah," he said, nodding and interrupting him.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he repeated. "I'd love to," he added.

Draco swallowed, "Are you sure? My dad can be a lot."

"If you want to go, I want to take you."

The other man pressed his smile into Harry's neck and Harry rumbled inarticulately at him. "Thank you."

He nodded, "Can't very well give back my title of 'best fake boyfriend' if I'm not willing to replace it with the title, 'best real boyfriend'."

Draco huffed a laugh, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Sweet dreams," he murmured. "See you in the morning."

When Harry closed his eyes again, it was to dream of parties and Draco in fancy dress robes, smiling and dancing with him. He let the dancing carry him straight through to morning.

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Part 16: Gifts | Part 18: Family Christmas

P.s. The Snowman is the story I was envisioning Draco telling.

[caffeinateddiscoverer]

Animatus – realistic skeletons of famous cartoon characters by Hyungkoo Lee

“Animatus“, an amazing series by Korean artist Hyungkoo Lee, who imagined what could look like the skeletons of cartoon famous characters. Skeletons are made of resin on an aluminum structure.

[chojipjoong]

Hyungkoo Lee / Anas Df Animatus (2015)

[mosneakers]

Finch: Hmm... I'll think about it. But first, tell me... You're doing a ingenium animatus... What fictional characters are you trying to bring to life? Wait don't tell me! Are you trying to animate your characters based on that story you're writing?

Robin: Like I said, it didn't work, so get off my back, okay? I just wanted to bring them here temporarily so that I could get inside their heads a little better. Finch: [laughter] That's the most extreme solution to writer's block I"ve ever heard. You realize that this is essentially how Grandpa Bo came into existence, right? What would Grandma do if she found out?

Robin: Shit, you're right! Well, like I said it didn't work. But theoretically if it did, I would just get the info I need from them and simply cast them back when I'm done. Easy-peasy.

Finch: Look, do what you want okay? I won't tell. But it'll cost you...

Robin: Cost me what, exactly?

Finch: Grandma told me to clean the upstairs floor while she was away. Of course I didn't do it, I've been... entertaining Marisol and I don't want to blow this. You'll clean it though, and give me credit obviously.

Robin: ...Oh. That's all? Consider it done. Finch: Great. because she'll back in about uhh... [checks imaginary watch] 15 minutes? And uh... No scruberoo, obviously.

[silverstagwitch]

Stay Faithful Honey Bee

Items/Ingredients

*Item of partner that they wear often- E.g. watch, Shoes, necklace, ring,

*Small Jar

*3 spoons Basil (Dried & Ground)

*7 Rose petals (Dried & Ground)

*3 Apple (Dried & Ground)

*Bay Laurel (Dried & Ground)

Step 1- Grind all the ingredients into a powder.

Step 2- Put them all into the Jar and you are going to whisper into the jar as such.

“Love we Promised Love we give Is ours and ours alone Strangers kiss are like a Bubbling bee’s sting. When they Cross their queen. Stay in the honey pool or else face the honey hive’s tortured Sting.”

Step 3- Now that you have spelled your herbs, your going to place the item/s of your partner on your altar or work space and then Sprinkle the powder over the item/s and then say,

“This amulet i activate with This word of power “animatus” Aka animate"

Step 4- Then let them wear the items and make sure they don't know about this spell you cast over them. (Notes- all spells i post are written by me and me alone) here is a link to my Small witch FaceBook group please feel free to join. it is also privet if your are in the broom Closet. https://www.facebook.com/groups/thewitchessafespace/about

[nklsdttr]

* spell of the day : animatus , a visual spell , used to turn an inanimate object into something living ; can be used on imagery in books or artwork + things like statues even !

[sylvrain]

☃︎ <3

Hi there. Today I’ll tell you about Chalirum.

Chalirum is a small village nestled in the Gapwood on the eastern continent Pfell, and it houses one of Lemnas’s best-kept secrets. The population is skeptical of outsiders and only consists of a couple hundred people. There are no large cities around Chalirum for many miles, and those who live nearer respect its residents, heeding their wishes to be left alone. According to the withering tomes in Chalirum’s Musée, the very same stepping-stones that define the village’s main paths were trod by the village’s elders nearly two hundred years ago. All across the town, there is a certain sense of harmony with the earth. I don’t mean this in a superficial way, like the people who look down upon nature from their human high horse as if the world were an ignorant child. The branches that form the houses’ walls seem formed from the very will of the trees, and the ground is alive with so much many-legged life, with creatures who somehow know never to impinge on human feet, grateful for the mutual trust they share, the bugs, trees, and humans who all know their place.

Oh, what’s the secret? I can tell you about that. I do have certain privileges as a narrator, you know. From the Musée, follow the stone path outward, always choosing the mossiest side when the path splits. See the apothecary’s house a hundred meters in front? Yes, behind the fruit trees. Go on and climb over the fence, into her backyard. I promise she won’t mind. Now you should see another path out from the other side of the yard. Follow it for three miles. At some point you will notice the atmosphere change, become thicker, sweeter. The ground will give way to you, as if expectant, hopeful. Your breath will feel more solid and nourishing, as if you never needed anything but breath.

. . .

Do you see it? A stone arch in the blemished face of the hill. This is what Chalirans call Bofrim’s Rest. When the animatus of the earth Bofrim was created, xe spent years trawling Lemnas in search of its most peaceful refuge, and settled here. The marks from Bofrim’s fatherlike hands still stain the walls of the chamber within. Here is Chalirum’s most prized possession. Across the ocean, Wendellwood may claim Bofrim’s birthplace, but Chalirum can claim xeir sanctuary.

[breezeel]

When your stupid ass treasure animatus are too strong and instead of capturing one you kill it 😐