#blood potions

[draco-glacialis]

Agatha: You wanna fight?! You got one!

Jen: Okay! *raises fists*

*Alice runs in, scoops Jen up in their arms, and runs away carrying them*

Agatha:

Agatha: What?

[sparsilees]

here’s your not so gentle reminder harry’s not piteously pathetic at potions. here’s a refresher:

fifth year, he sat for his owls and scored an exceeds expectations. not an acceptable, or poor, or dreadful, or troll (an ee in owls most probably equals a >75 in gcse o’s during the 90s)

he didn’t duplicate hermione, shrink her, and sneak her into the exam hall to pluck answers off her brain. he didn’t scribble a cheat sheet a la fa mulan on his arm

fifth year he has yet to clap eyes on the half-blood prince’s notes

as always, he didn’t feel confident about his answers/abilities, but he bloody exceeded expectations

he got into newts potions, a class of only twelve students

so harry got an ee, ron got an ee, maybe everyone else got an oustanding. or maybe only half a dozen got outstanding, and the rest exceeds expectations.

it still means the entirety of hufflepuff sixth years aren’t promising potioneers except ernie macmillan. poor boy probably tutors the others in the common room. all of the slytherin sixth years, excluding four, are absolutely worse off than harry and ron at potions. ravenclaw sixth years are shamefully inadequate at potions too, aside from four students.

harry’s not a marvel at potions. he doesn’t enjoy potions. but he’s good at potions, he’s capable enough. he isn’t blowing up cauldrons every month, that’s seamus. he can differentiate the ingredients. he knows how to cut, dice, chop, and stir. the spirit of sixteen year old severus snape didn’t possess him via the pages to help him brew his elixirs and essences in slughorn’s class. harry deciphered snape’s spidery, crammed annotations and executed them perfectly.

i’m bloody tired of these rancid ‘harry sucks so bad at potions except when he’s got the prince or hermione’s help’ takes.

[bonus-links]

some doodles after the battle’s over

[yellowrotaryphone]

I think too much about him. But they’re cute aren’t they? I love them. Little teenage Sev and Lily in potions class.

[ruporas]

invisible scars (referenced previous talk here)

[ID: A colourless, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood talking about Wolfwood's scars. They're both laying in bed and topless. Vash lays on top of Wolfwood, playing with the rosary around his neck. Then, Vash kisses a spot on Wolfwood's chest. Wolfwood asks, "What are you doing?" Vash smiles sadly, "You got shot here. In the last town we visited. You didn't even bother moving."

Vash props himself up over Wolfwood, who frowns slightly. Wolfwood is quiet for a moment before he says, "You remember that, huh?" Vash grabs Wolfwood's left wrist and brings it to his face. "And here." He kisses another spot there. "When you helped free the hostages from that robber..." Wolfwood dismissively says, looking away, "Was a lucky shot." Vash huffs, “Don’t brag. Jeez.”

Half of Wolfwood's expression is shown, eyes returning to Vash who is now sitting up, continuing to say, "And..." Vash goes on and kiss Wolfwood's right palm. "You got cut here, even though that girl was aiming at me." A moment from the past flashes, of Wolfwood grabbing a knife aimed at Vash, his hand bleeding.

At present, Vash moves down and puts another kiss on Wolfwood's right shoulder. "And here, from watching my back." Another memory flashes of Wolfwood and Vash back to back. Vash looks back as Wolfwood grins while holding Punisher, bleeding from multiple gunshots in his shoulder.

"And," Vash combs up Wolfwood's hair to reveal his forehead, "Here." A final memory shows Wolfwood with a regeneration vial in his mouth while getting shot on his temple. The next panel is framed in blood with Vash at the center, eyes wide and stunned in horror. The next panel is a closed up shot of Wolfwood's eye, locked on Vash's face.

Back to present, Vash’s head is bowed down as Wolfwood raises a hand to his nape and says, “Spikey.”

Wolfwood looks serious and frowns as he says, "We talked about this. Those were my decisions. They're not there anymore. Forget about them." Vash looks very sad before he smiles ruefully and says, "I still see them. All the time." He leans down so they touch foreheads. Wolfwood’s sorrowful expression can be seen as Vash says, "You protect so much. I could never forget what you've done to me. And many others..."

In the last image, they're drawn more cartoonishly. Wolfwood sweats and asks, "You don't actually remember every wound, right?" Vash points at a spot on his chest. "Kuroneko left a scratch here 7 times." Wolfwood, startled, says, "Why the hell are you keeping count—" End ID]

Credits for ID here and here

[kiisaes]

kacchan, you have to drink this!

[mirror-and-mind]

This is such a weird thing to do. Why is he importing love potions from as far away from Japan as possible? The shipping costs must be insane. Does Britain really have love potions that are so superior to any that can be acquired from somewhere closer? Is Britain even a love potion-manufacturing country? What the hell's in them?

[sleepy-stims]

Jekyll and Hyde stimboard!

Art by @/helius-helius

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[dustmint]

Hello, I am not dead– I have crawled out of my grave to do some art dump, so!! Yeah, some art dumping ahead :D

All ocs by @leonenjoyer69 :3

Oh and also, warning for Shirtless-ness and some blood

This is a work in progress, but. Siren Kell my beloved <33

[agentem]

Another thing about Agatha All Along I have a question about is the colors of magic.

Each of the witches in the Coven have a different color of magic. This is a good idea so visually you know who is doing things when characters fight.

But it's also implied by the trials and the ballad that different types of magic are associated with different colors. Like green witches have green magic. But I would like to know if the color is because of the type of witch they are or just, like, the color of their soul--who that character is.

Like Wanda has red magic. Alice is also associated with the color red, but it is slightly orange-r, if that is a word. Hers is more like a flame, than a straight bolt of red. The show is purposeful about that. The leaves on the way to the fire trial are orange and red too, whereas the leaves on the rest of the road are varying shades of blue, purple, yellow, and green. But they are all one color, you know?

Most of the covens that are shown all have the same color: the Salemites from WandaVision have blue magic, the first Coven Agatha kills (with the woman who barged up to her at Nicky's grave, fuck that lady) have yellow magic, the murdered Victorian coven has orangey magic, the murdered 30s/40s Coven has blue magic, [i can't see the color of the magic of the 80s Coven)

But "our" Coven is many different colors. They are a rainbow. Are they unique? Or are most covens of all the same type of magic user?

There is something about how Agatha's magic is purple and the Salemites have blue, that makes me think that is how they know she is the "wrong" type of witch. Or Agatha did something to make her magic purple? Or did they just want to kill her because she was (naturally) different?

And, if Billy has blue magic, does that mean his magic is similar to Agatha's mother? (Billy's is a darker shade so we might be in the Wanda's magic vs. Alice's magic situation. Maximoffs are just so special they get their own magic?)

But then if Agatha learned blue magic--or whatever it is called--growing up, is she a good person to teach him? Or is his a darker shade of blue so it's not the same kind of magic? Or is this just a visual language that says nothing about the type of person or magic the person wields?

Can we assume the yellow coven, with the bitch who interrupted Agatha's funeral for her son, was a coven of divination witches? Maybe she was bopping around time and didn"t realize how rude it was to interrupt a funeral? Wow now I am the bitch.

Jac Schaeffer called Agatha a "spirit witch." Are there other spirit witches with purple magic? Or is it just Agatha? Can Agatha tell by looking at them what kind of magic they have or would have? Can she tell HOW MUCH power someone has? She doesn't seem to recognize a lot of power in Billy until the Door actually does open? But she also seems to show deference to Lilia by telling her about how to not get killed? Or is that deference just because Lilia is older?

I want to read into this but I am not sure I should.

[cloaksandcapes]

Vial of Archfey Blood

Consumable, very rare (requires attunement)

“A crystalline vial containing a dose of golden swirling Archfey blood. This blood was willingly given by the Archfey, and thus, it holds greater magical properties than it would otherwise.”

Consuming this potion grants you a permanent boon, allowing you to cast the Misty Step spell without expending a spell slot. Once you cast this spell, you cannot cast it again until you finish a Long Rest.

Keepsake. A vial of Archfey blood is a powerful item and radiates magic. If you attune to and keep this vial on you, you are Immune to Divination magic such as the Scrying spell. Additionally, if you fail a saving throw against a spell or magical effect, you can choose to succeed instead. Once you have used this property of the vial, you can’t use it again until the next dawn.

Whether you consume, or attune to this vial your creature type registers as Fey to spells and other effects that detect the presence of the Fey creature type.

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[draco-glacialis]

Agatha: Where's Jen?

Billy: Don't worry, I'll find her.

Billy, shouting: Alice sucks!

Jen, distantly: Alice is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Billy: Found her.

[basiatlu]

Even a prince has summer homework.

I am falling asleep drawing this but I was determined to sketch something today no matter what.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 107

"Darling" and "Dear" can be written away as him being gay, a bard, and british From Lettenhove, Geralt assures himself one late night, early into traveling with Jaskier. "Dearest" and "Dearheart" make sense. Geralt muses one late night, after a few years of traveling with Jaskier. Jaskier has said before that Geralt's his best friend, they travel together constantly, nearly all of Jaskier's songs are about him, it makes sense to mean this much. "Sweeting" "Honey" "Sweetheart" are confusing, and Geralt doesn't understand. It's been more years with Jaskier, and more and more names keep appearing, but these ones do nothing but confuse and vex him. Those are usually used for romantic partners, aren't they? Does Jaskier mean them in a teasing manner? "My love" Jaskier calls him this one night, and Geralt.... Geralt panics. He mumbles something stupid and practically books it into the woods to think. He worries for how it'd appear to poor Jaskier, but he can't help but need a few minutes to process it. Love? My love? Does Jaskier really see him so fondly?

If Geralt marches back there and snogs the life out of him, is it too soon?

[travelleryanii]

Cravings for today: A fanfic about a professor at Hogwarts who secretly developed fondness for Severus. Years before the war, mc finds out that Snape is a death eater. Worried of the perils of her beloved’s shenanigans, she seeks audience with Voldemort in which she convinced him to make an unbreakable vow with her. The deal; She pledges her undying loyalty to him and does whatever he needs her to do, so long as Voldemort sends her to dangerous missions instead of Severus and promises not to harm him. All of these happens without the potion master knowing.

AaaAaaAaaa… I need this so bad rn I’m tempted to write it. 😭

[charmoly-pi]

peripeteia ~ chapter fourteen ・❥・

ao3

The feel of him against her set wildfires ablaze; a thrilling, torturous burn that was sure to leave nothing but ashes. Cheek pressed against his robes, she could feel the thud of his heart; another implicit biological process, yet a surprising reminder of just how human he was. Her senses were overwhelmed by the feel and the scent of him: something woody and warm and dreadfully intoxicating. Stunned, Hermione counted several more of his heartbeats, each one coming quicker than the last, before her mind ticked back to life and she pulled away.