#dorian's wand

[spectacleweirdo]

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[daseiins]

Hi I love strange, sad conjurers SO much can you tell me more about Dorian please<3

YES ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!

Dorian’s a total nepo baby who got into Ravenwood because his parents are rich from producing weapons for the Marleybone army and it only kind of shows

He’s got the worst rbf and very rarely talks to people unless they speak to him first, which is super convenient because he works in the Wizard City library to have access to the good textbooks

His boyfriend Lance is his exact opposite in every way—a loud, energetic and friendly storm wizard that everyone seems to know about—but they make it work, especially when they’re fighting together

I also think he rides horses with his two younger sisters. His parents definitely have a ranch property in Avalon or Wallaru or something

Speaking of his little sisters, as the scion of bartleby he’s constantly telling them *not* to be like him. Post graduation his only advice to his sisters going to Ravenwood was to take more classes so Ambrose can’t send you on “extracurricular adventures”

I think him and Cyrus get along well after Dorian grows out of the Gifted Kid Anxiety™️ and they definitely have tea and talk shit together

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Happy STS Ceph! If you had to choose one tarot card to represent the primary characters of Phagophobia/Apophenia, which would they be? OR, if you don't wanna do tarot stuff, How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Hi, K! I'm always down for tarot stuff. Thanks for the fun ask.

I think Major Arcana VIII, Strength, fits Isaac pretty well. He's survived more than one horrific episode of violence, and while it's certainly scarred him literally and emotionally, he's still doing his best to be a compassionate, principled person. There's nothing special about him in the Chosen One sort of sense (though characters who never knew him will definitely try to stuff him into that box), but others are sometimes moved to action because of his tenacity and earnestness.

For Renato, I think XX Judgement works. I mean, he's still a long way from accounting for his misdeeds, but he's got the spirit. He's at the point where he can't lie to himself anymore, and he has the will to be better, even though he's still figuring out what that might mean.

Dorian's is VI The Lovers, I think. Pretty much everything they do is for the love of their family, friends, and community. Their ability to embrace aspects of life and personality others might see as mutually exclusive forms a basis for their enormous charisma: practicality and romance, tradition and new horizons, duty and self.

The Queen of Swords matches Yi's intelligence and calm, thoughtful approach to everything. She's moved more by truth and a sense of justice than sentiment.

Elfy is the creative, energetic, and social Queen of Wands. She always leaves an impression on anyone she meets, and is hard to keep up with as she pursues her goals.

Metal fan that she is, Oleander would think being XV The Devil rules 🤘. Except in her case it represents being shackled to her past trauma, and the way that drives her to continuously lash out with rage and violence. This early in the story she really doesn't care if it means destroying herself eventually (or so she claims).

Kinslayer is a tricky one. They could be IX The Hermit, a lonely wanderer gaining wisdom through their quest of self-mastery and -seeking. But ultimately, their whole arc is more in line with XXI The World. They seek wholeness, completion, and to regain--or at least be compensated for--the parts of their soul that were stolen. And that's something they know they can't achieve alone.

[the-colourful-witch]

i'd love to know more about astrid cresswell if you're willing to tell us more. such as her family, is she dirk cresswell's daughter? what's her wand like? what year was she born? etc

Hiya! I can't believe you found her! I forgot I shared an illustration of Astrid on my page a long time ago :) Astrid Cresswell is my OC. And yes, I did take inspiration for her name from Dirk Cresswell, who is an Auror at the Ministry. He was one of the Aurors who was supposed to arrest Dumbledore if I remember correctly. In Order of the Phoenix. The two of them have no relation, actually. I took the last name when I was toying with the idea of her being the daughter of Dirk, but I went in a different direction. The last name kind of stuck, oops :) Anyway! Astrid!

Astrid is a Slytherin, in the same year as Fred and George (born 1978). My story for her is:

She was raised by her dad, who is a Healer at St Mungo's, in the permanent ward. Her mother was a Muggle, who died in childbirth. Robb Cresswell, Astrid's father, never told his girlfriend he was a Wizard. Astrid grew up with her dad, who was always working. They lived in the hillside village of Ottery St Catchpole where a few more magical families were housed in the hills. Robb regularly dropped Astrid off at the Weasleys, where Molly was more than happy to look after Astrid when he went to work. And so Astrid grew up with her two best friends: Fred and George Weasley. But that friendship didn't last very long after Astrid got sorted into Slytherin House. From that moment on, Astrid and the twins became rivals. They will do anything to destroy each other, both on and off the Quidditch pitch.

Astrid is a Chaser, the only girl on the Slytherin team. She's constantly dealing with Marcus Flint's sexist antics but is determined to play. She has something to prove, after all. Her patronus is a fox and her wand is 9 1/2 inches, Aspen wood with a dragon heartstring core. It stylishly resembles ivory; excellent for duelling and charm-casting. It's a wand made for revolutionaries but can be temperamentful, reacting to uncontrolled emotions. Astrid has two best friends: Maeve and Dorian, both Slytherins in her year. Dorian plays on the Quidditch team with her, as a Beater. He wants to be an Auror, like his father John Dawlish and is ahead of everyone in their class in all subjects. Maeve is the oldest of seven girls and the only one sorted into Slytherin. Hogwarts is the only place where she doesn't have to be a parent to her sisters. She enjoys reading and is Captain of the chess club. Oh, and she has a pet: a tubby black and white cat named Tibo. Tibo likes treats and scratches behind his ears. He has one of those loud purrs.

Astrid herself has a toad, which is a surprisingly uncool pet for a girl of her status. He's called Samuel the Second. You don't want to know what happened to the first. Sebastian usually hangs out in Astrid's room, but she takes him with her to the greenhouses sometimes when she's doing extra credit work. And Astrid is popular! After finding out she wasn't ever going to fit in with her Gryffindor friends (not really friends anymore), she decided to really embrace the Slytherin identity. She is clever and cunning. She knows how to get what she wants. To everyone who does not know her, she is perfect. Prefect, Quidditch player, star student. Behind the scenes, it's a little more rough... But she tries. She wants to become a Healer, after a successful Quidditch career, of course.

I am still figuring out Astrid's story, but it's fun for me to work on her every now and then. I admit, it's been a while. I dream of writing a fic for her one day, but I am not much of a writer. I start with something and then I can't finish, because I get distracted and instead draw my characters. What can I say, I like to draw! Maybe one day I'll actually finish a first draft :)

(an older version of Astrid - I don't love how I drew this)

I would like to share some more OC work in the future, but it's been a while since I worked on my characters. All the existing HP characters take up a lot of my time at the moment. One day :) I hope you like this. I'm happy to answer more questions if you have them <3

Magical wishes, Fleur

Some more earlier concepts of Astrid..

[draco-dormiens]

FOR ALL THAT IS RIGHT AND JUST - Chp. 3

auror!draco x auror!fem!slytherin reader / post-war au

warnings: descriptions of a fight, mild violence, injury, mention of blood, strong language

wc: 2145

tags: @yeolsbubbles @send-me-styles @shinytalent @malfoylover4l @satorulevi

tag list open!!

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Memorial in the Great Hall

Once the train had pulled into Hogsmeade Station, passengers made their way from the platform and onto the Thestral drawn carriages that would carry them to Hogwarts. The other Auror officers Harry had dispatched as extra precaution were at the station when you arrived, and immediately sprung into action upon learning of the incident on the train. Draco handed over the newspaper, the briefcase and the wand to a Ministry official, and your account of events was taken down by a fellow officer. The train then pulled away from the platform to transport the criminal back to London for investigation, along with the evidence and two other officers. Cerberus was standing by the entrance to the ticket office, twirling his wand between his fingers, watching the events unfold on the platform.

"Stroke of bad luck, huh?" he said as you both approached him, "not even at the school yet and already there's trouble. Fungbury and myself have been stationed here since early this morning on Potters orders. You better owl him as soon as you can about what's transpired here."

"I have already sent notice with Buckle. As usual, he showed up just at the right time," you explain, smiling to yourself about how your childhood owl still remains loyal to the day, and how his snowy white, unusually small body just happened to be gliding by your carriage window not long after the ordeal, "he has a knack for finding me in the most peculiar of places, as if he knows I need him somehow. He should reach the Ministry within good time."

"Where's Fungbury, then?" Draco asks as the three of you begin to walk towards the last empty carriage, "and why him? Berrycloth would've been better, and he's an idiot."

"Potter said Dorian was better suited if a duel takes place," Cerberus explains, holding the door for you the climb inside the carriage. You thank him softly, "his dueling skills are unmatched, Malfoy. No matter your personal feelings," Cerberus gave Draco a stern look, "and he's up at the castle. Potter owled McGonagall with notice of our attendance and the need for extra security measures yesterday. I believe he's in charge of wand examinations."

Draco huffs irritably, and clambers in the carriage beside you. His dislike for Dorian Fungbury stems from the man's insatiable need to flirt with every and any woman that either works in or walks in to the Auror office. His slick and smooth nature with women would make any man sick, and it most certainly does Draco. Especially when he's managed to get that rosy glow to spread across your cheeks. It practically makes him feral at the thought of it.

The carriage ride towards the castle was otherwise rather peaceful. It brought back many memories of returning after a holiday, stomachs growling from the long journey, ready for the feast that awaited you up in the Great Hall. As you draw nearer, the castle grows larger, with its tall, sky-scraping turrets and magnificent stained glass windows. Draco hops off first, holding his hand out for you to take, and you do so, gracefully stepping down off the carriage. In the viaduct courtyard, Dorian Fungbury is overseeing searches on the guests. Wizards and witches were being asked to present their wands, so that Auror's tasked with casting Prior Incantato could check the last spell used. Once he spotted the three of you approaching, he flashes one of his dazzling smiles at you. It wasn't as if you were blind - Dorian was an attractive man. Chiseled features with curly, dark brown hair and vivid green eyes. He was very well groomed; always suited and booted, not a hair out of place and a natural, soft blush to his cheeks. It was just a shame his slimy flirting massively put you off.

"Afternoon," he chirps, "Malfoy, Langarm, and, of course, Miss Y/L/N." He winks in your direction, and you simply sigh at his behaviour. Dorian then turns his attention to the two men either side of you, "may I see your wands, chaps?"

"You can't be serious," Draco laughs in disbelief, "we're Aurors, Fungbury."

"Can I not be suspicious of Polyjuice Potion?" Fungbury said seriously, "for all I know, you could be anyone but Malfoy. Not that I think anyone would willingly digest the hair from your head," he said, purely to rile up Draco, "now, wands. Please."

"Just do it." Cerberus mutters to Draco, and they both hand over their wands. Dorian eyes them in suspicion, and then passes them to the other Aurors to check. You pass yours along too, but he simply places his hands over yours.

"Oh, no, not you, darling," he says in a sickly sweet tone, "how could I suspect a lady of your calibre?"

"Are you having a joke, Fungbury?" Draco then steps forward, but your arm stops him. The look in your eyes tells him to stop whatever he was thinking. Immediately.

"It's not the time or the place," you snap at the two of them, and then pull your hand from Dorians gentle grip, "just check it, Dorian. We have important business here."

Once your wands had been checked and identity cards passed over, the three of you made it inside the entrance hall and through to the Great Hall. Inside, there were benches lined up for guests to sit on. Banners in the house colours decorated the ceiling and walls. At the doorway, there was a place to light a candle in remembrance of those lost during the battle. You tug on Draco's arm, and he lights one alongside you. The three of you take a station around the hall - one at the entrance, one either side of the room. As the last remaining guests filter in, along with professors new and old, you greet a few of them you had known during your years as a student. Eventually, all hushed conversation came to a holt, and Headmistress McGonagall took to the golden lectern. A few moments of silence, and then she began to speak.

"On behalf of the students and faculty, I would like to thank you all for joining us here today," she begins, "this memorial service is a time for mourning and reflection. A time for all those affected by the events ten years ago, to come together and find comfort in the prayers of others." She pauses for a brief moment, "today, we remember those who fought bravely, in selflessness and righteousness, in order to bring peace upon our world. We are able to gather here and honour their memory, thanks to the efforts and sacrifices of so many individuals."

As McGonagall speaks, over a silence so thick you could hear a pin drop, you notice from the corner of your eye someone rush by the doors to the hall. Your head snaps in that direction, and Draco, who is stationed at the entrance, locks eyes with you. He furrows his brows at you, and you nod towards the gap in the large oak doors. He turns to look, but the figure is long gone. Cerberus, on the other side of the room, notices your interaction, and begins pacing around the side of the hall. He makes a gesture signalling for you to check out what has raised your suspicions, as Dorian enters the room. He takes Draco's place by the door, and you follow Draco out into the corridor.

"What's got your attention?" He ask as you pass by him, rushing on ahead.

"I'm not sure," you say honestly, "but I saw someone walk by the entrance. It might be nothing, but as far as I'm aware all students and teachers are currently in the Great Hall, meaning there shouldn't be anyone just taking a stroll."

"House elf?"

"Too tall."

"Caretaker?"

"Too small."

As you take the corner at speed, you suddenly hear water running. You stop, and Draco stumbles as he comes to a holt behind you. The trickle of several taps is coming from the girls bathroom just up ahead, and you cautiously enter with wand at the ready. Draco remains at the doorway, as you carefully tread through the water collecting on the ground.

"Hello?" your voice echoes off the walls, but no response follows. You begin kicking in the doors of the toilets, to be met with empty lavatories. When you get to the last one, you hear Draco yelling at someone to stop outside. You rush through the rising water, splashing it up and soaking your tights, and enter the corridor where the water is gushing out and running across the stone floors. Quickly, you cast a spell towards the sinks to stop the taps, and run in the direction of Draco's voice. "Draco?" you call out, but his voice doesn't reply.

You pace through the halls, unlocking doors with Alohomora and checking inside, every now and then hearing the distant sound of his voice, to find nothing but empty desks and darkened rooms. Your search takes you down into the dungeons, somewhere you're overly familiar with, calling Draco's name to no avail. Eventually, you come across the wide open door to the potions classroom, and another wave of nostalgia hits you alongside the gut feeling that something wasn't quite right. Slughorn was in the memorial service, and he wasn't one to leave his room completely accessible like that. Slowly, you enter, wand brandished forward, and call for Draco one last time. No answer, no one in sight, but when you're about halfway inside, the door slams shut behind you.

Spinning on the spot, you shout out to ask who's there, but another wave of deafening silence falls over the room, until a spark flies across the space and hits the far wall. You duck behind one of the desks, heart in your mouth, and slightly look around the corner to see a person in a hooded black cloak, similar to school robes, and a black masquerade mask covering their eyes and nose. It was only a few seconds, and then another spark of magic flew out of their wand, straight towards you. You duck back behind the desk to protect yourself, before quickly counteracting their spell. It misses them by an inch, as they throw themselves behind a desk at the far end. It falls deathly quiet for a long moment, so you crawl from one desk to another, looking through the gaps in the tables and stool legs to try and get glimpse of your opponent.

Suddenly, a spell comes rushing past your ear, and as you turn, the hooded figure is directly behind you. In a instant, you jump to your feet and launch a spell, and an all out duel begins in the potions classroom. Sparks fly everywhere, ducking behind whatever you can to dodge the spells coming at you from all directions. With Protego, you shield yourself and send the most damaging spells towards the walls, bottles shattering and equipment smashing on the floor. The hooded figure swings a levitated cauldron your way, and it barely misses you, just grazing your arm but cutting it in the process. You clasp your hand over the wound, and launch a nearby stool as you fall back behind a desk, blood seeping through your fingers. A thud and a wailed cry later, it's quiet again for a moment, but then the mysterious person, in desperation and possibly hurt, lets off another smoke bomb like the one of the train. Black dust and smoke begins to fill the room and your lungs, as you cough and splutter. Arm bleeding and eyes obstructed, you clamber to your feet and make for the door out of memory. The door had been busted open, and your duelling partner had disappeared by the time you got out into the corridor.

"Y/N? What the- are you okay? Fuck, you're bleeding-" Draco, in a state and looking just as dishevelled as you, wastes no time in sitting you down against the wall and loosening his tie. He wraps it around your arm, making sure to stop the bleeding as best he could.

"Draco," you pant, grimacing from the pain in your arm, "where were you? Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" he said in shock, "your fucking arm is bleeding and you ask me that? I'm fine. Got into a little spat, but before I knew it the bugger had gone. Another one of those-"

"Smoke bombs. Yeah. Got me with that too." You say a little breathlessly, "thanks, and sorry about your tie. I'll get you a new one."

"Shut up," he said in a soft tone, scooping you up in his arms and holding you close, "I can replace ties. I can't replace you." He looks down at you with such love in his eyes, you sometimes wonder if it's the kind you wish it was, "c'mon. Let's get out of here before they show up again and report to the others. Hold on, yeah?"

disclaimer: i do not own harry potter or any of the characters or storyline associated with it

[cuffmeinblack]

Unabridged

Andrew Larson x f!reader

Tags: explicit | masturbation | slight voyeurism

1.6k words

Summary: Andrew's bedtime reading and his roommate's distracting activities lead to something shamefully inevitable.

A/n: I told myself I wouldn't write anymore smut until I finished a chapter of Veil yet here I am. Just one little drabble. I suppose this could be taken as the smut I never wrote for Between the Lines.

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Whilst he more often than not became somewhat flustered whilst reading novels such as the one currently balanced precariously on his hardened length, he didn't usually feel quite so unravelled as in that moment. The story was thoroughly filthy, detailing from a witch's point of view being seduced and defiled by a handsome vampire in her own marriage bed. Somewhere around the part where various bodily fluids were exchanged, Andrew had truly noticed his predicament. He lay his head back against the headboard to stare up at the wooden slats above his head, but the gentle, rhythmic bowing did nothing to alleviate his lustful thoughts. He abandoned the text altogether and watched the subtle shift of the mattress and the flap of the curtains for a while, ignoring the throbbing in his trousers. It wouldn't go away. His skin burned and his clothes felt so suffocating he wanted to rip them to shreds. Blood raged as his pulse quickened, breaths came short and ragged as if his lungs had forgotten how to process the air. 

Some distractions were harder to ignore than others. External stimuli could be blocked out with a well placed dampening charm or a simple pair of earmuffs. The creaking of the bed above him, for example, was all part and parcel of being a Ravenclaw. Bunk beds. Awful invention, completely unnecessary given the ample proportions of the room. Clearly whoever had furnished them had been well aware of their ability to rob the occupants of any modicum of privacy, but teenagers being what they were, that didn't necessarily stop his roommates from sneaking their sexual conquests back into the dormitory for a little fun. Right above his head. But this he could cope with, if he ignored the way the bed jolted slightly every now and then. Then there was the fact that his mattress lay beside a window and the curtain didn't quite wrap all the way around, leaving his body silhouetted amongst the glow of his Lumos charm, completely exposed to the night sky. Another inconvenience, but unless there was someone flying outside the tower past curfew, it seemed inconsequential and not worth his time to worry about. No, the most distracting thing he currently had to deal with whilst trying to read his book wasn't a sound, a sight or even a smell; it was the uncomfortable pinching sensation currently residing below his waistband as his cock strained against his leather belt. 

Perhaps it would be a surprise to learn that Andrew Larson of all people—prim and proper and thoroughly virginal—enjoyed reading literature of a more risqué variety. Not all the time, mind you. He was quite happy with the classics, ancient and beyond, and more modern works such as Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray which had left him bewildered and quite speechless. It was after these that he enjoyed what might be termed a palate cleanser—something altogether easier to digest, devoid of the kind of emotional turmoil that might upset one's stomach. A pleasurable romp. He might not shout about such things at his book club meetings but if asked, Andrew would simply explain his reasoning and point out that every work of literature has its merits and to deprive oneself of the broad spectrum of genres is only to one's own detriment. In other words, don't be such a snob.

Andrew shuffled down a little into a slouch, gripping the sheets with one hand and hesitantly gripping his wand in the other. A flick of his wrist lifted the dampening charm he'd encased himself in, sound finally trickling back into his canopy. Apparently his roommate hadn't bothered with a silencing charm, or it had since worn off, because Andrew could hear everything. His cheeks flushed even brighter with shame but he didn't recast his charm, instead stashing his wand with the book next to him on the mattress. The couple above him were really going for it; breathless and moaning softly into the still night. Andrew's breath shuddered slightly as he closed his eyes and let the wet slap of skin and delicately musky scent envelop his senses. His chest heaved beneath the cotton of his shirt, fingers idly picking at the buttons to free himself of the fabric constraints. He thought of the book he'd read, the forbidden nature of it all; he thought of the unknown girl above him and her gentle whimpers; and most of all he thought of replicating that carnal passion with the object of his desires. She would moan most prettily of all, all soft skin and delicate curves beneath his roaming hands. He wanted every part of her in every conceivable way, yet so far he'd succeeded only in being a coward. Instead of telling her how he felt (or a rather more savoury, abridged version), Andrew had taken to living out fanciful daydreams in his head. He should be thoroughly ashamed of himself, and he was, yet that gnawing guilt paled in comparison to the raging hunger growing in his chest, for the woman who'd lent him that damned book, no less.

He could barely hear the cacophony of lewd sounds over the pounding in his ears, yet the slap, slap, slap was still audible and driving him slightly mad. He was vaguely away of his bare torso as he felt a prickle of moisture cooling on skin and he looked down past the wire rims of his glasses to nearly groan in despair. His impossibly hard erection had forced its way past his belt, twitching angrily against the pale smattering of ashen hair that trailed to his navel. His cockhead glistened, the source of that wetness now apparent in the dim light from the landscape beyond his window. He couldn't very well ignore it now, as painful and angry looking as it was. With a sigh of annoyance that masked his relief, he unbuckled himself with increasingly shaky fingers. Whatever hormones were at work had sent him into a frenzy, desperately craving release no matter what the consequences—and there would be consequences, whether it be the inability to look his roommate or the woman he longed for in the eye again, or the very real possibility that he might just lose his mind along the way and finally admit his feelings, for the sliver of hope that it might one day be her hand wrapped around his cock and not his own. 

Andrew rolled his hips, clenching his muscles to drive upwards into his waiting hand. Fingers wrapped tightly around himself, slick with desire. He followed the rhythm already present in the stifling air, the slap, slap, slap that seemed to stutter with a shift of weight and resume with a more furious pace amid breathy moans. They weren't her moans, though, and they served only to irritate Andrew more than entice him. He picked up his wand to cocoon himself in quiet once again, letting his own imagination lead the way. That was all he needed, really; the thought of her. This time she rode him, exquisitely soft thighs clamped around his hips, jiggling with every bounce on his cock. He squeezed his fingers. You're so tight, he imagined himself sighing as her dazzling smile filled his vision and she moaned in response. Faster he stroked himself, copious amounts of precum filling his palm and easing his way. She would feel infinitely better, softer and wetter, and it could all be for him. Andrew whimpered into the dark before he could control the impulse and his eyes flared wide, but the bed still shifted with the weight above him and had no intention of stopping. 

He was getting close to his inevitable release, half torn-off clothes shoved roughly around his body which glistened with sweat. Gasping and groaning through every pump of his fist, he thought of her tossing her head back in ecstasy as she met her own tremendous climax. All for him. She was beautiful in his mind's eye, even if her naked body was comprised entirely of glimpses he'd had of the soft curves beneath her uniform. Andrew let his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose and hair fall over his eyes as he writhed in pleasure, bucking wildly into his hand until finally he came. His palm flew to his mouth to muffle the groan that clawed its way up his throat; his final cry was lost to the clammy crevices as he pushed down hard on his lips. He felt his release coat his other hand, every knuckle stained in shame and primal want. Even his shoulder wasn't spared. By the time the pulsing subsided and the ringing in his ears had stopped, all was quiet but for the deep breaths both from his own chest and above him in the bunk beds.

He cracked his eyes open and stared up at the slats again, further away this time now he'd somehow ended up horizontal on the bed in a great dishevelled mess, limbs contorted and wrapped in various tangled garments. His hand wrapped around him released, sticky and warm, and eyes followed the trail of his release to the book that lay next to his arm. The black book cloth was ruined, stained. It seemed rather fitting, in a grotesque sort of way. Suffice it to say, he would not be taking that particular edition back to the hidden shelves of the book club’s library. He'd make some excuse and tuck it away somewhere safe, perhaps rip the binding from its case and burn it. No matter what he did, though, he would still remember this; the unexpectedly desperate need; the complete and utter lack of control when it came to her. Whilst he lay half-naked and dizzy in his bed, Andrew vowed to finally summon the courage to tell her how he felt, though the unabridged version of this truth could wait until later.

[kirkwallguy]

it's kind of strange how much GBF woobified Dorian is (I love him with all my heart) cause he's just so cancelableqmhelwhs i mean he fucks up in conversations so bad you just go "honey i know you don't have a bad intent but please shut the fuck up 😭" this is not a dorian bashing tbh i think his character writing makes interesting points to think about!!

coming across to this from solas point of view or lavellan is a whole another thing like imagine a guy from rich magister parents who of course benefit from labour of elves, whom his country enslaved then steal and appropriate a shit ton of their culture and civilization, just starts talking like this (the way he does in solas party banters or weird defensiveness whenever slavery topic comes up. idk if it was writers who fucked it up though. They just didn't do arguments well in that game tbh...)

BUT one thing about that is that i love how Dorian's character shows a person of high class that benefits from exploitation, colonisation etc. can be. Like he's denied all of that he's progressive and thoughtful and a really caring person but just can't shake off the drops of elitism. It really puts a perspective that if you don't question things you can't face them and therefore don't change (i think his defensiveness on slavery came from that because defensiveness as an act in general can be something like that psychologically)

i love them both so much but i think solas deserved to stuck that wand up to his ass the way i think merrill deserved to do it to fenris for their own party banter at some point 😭😭😭

honestly the gbf-ification of dorian is kind of predictable since he's the only gay man (they just pretend the bi men are straight lol), and by definition gbf-ification strips a character of all their personality in order to make them a cute accessory. but it really is SOOOOO funny. girl your designer purse dog is justifying slavery and biting the rest of your companions PLEASE reign him in.

tbh i think dorian sucking is realistic and makes sense, the thought process behind it is really good, but it just doesn't work in dai for so many reasons. you can't meaningfully challenge his views and when you DO attempt to you get disapproval (which just feels like a punishment/setback since the only way to really progress with companions is through approval. even the same feature in dao felt more balanced since you could be strategic with your gift giving), companions get one quest each so no chance of meaningful exploration there, and ofc banter is broken so any character development there never triggers. AURGH. he could've been so interesting

[lillotte17]

Inquisitor’s Name: Aili Lavellan

Alternate Name?: (name they have as Companion, if different from Inquisitor name) N/A

Race, Class, & Specialization: Elf, Mage, Knight Enchanter

Varric’s Nickname for them: Dandelion, Dandy

Default Tarot Card: 

"When we see the Page of Wands, we see a youth with enormous excitement and curiosity for the world. He knows what to do, he has the passion to succeed, but due to his inexperience and maybe a little fear of the unknown, his ideas remain abstract. He identifies new worlds to explore, new opportunities he could take advantage of quite easily, and he is even gifted with the "big picture" vision needed to succeed. Even with all of this, he still has the tendency to either remain dormant, or get easily distracted with one idea after the other. If he doesn't learn to control this, it might be that he squanders the opportunities to advance himself."

How they are recruited: Defending refugees in the Hinterlands near ruins she was exploring. (special banter in Elvhen with Solas if he is in the party)

Where they are in Skyhold: Either out in the garden or in the library across from Dorian.

Things they Generally Approve of: Helping elves and mages in particular. Preserving knowledge. Asking questions about her culture.

Things they Generally Disapprove of: Siding with the Templars. Racist elf comments. Needless death. Implying that she should worship the Maker and Andraste.

Mages, Templars, Other?: Mages!

Friends in the Inquisition: Friendly to everyone, but closest with Cole, Varric, Dorian, and Solas.

Romanceable?: She IS romanceable, but her romance takes forever to lock in because she is completely oblivious that you are hitting on her. Demisexual and Bi-romantic. If neither are romanced, she will end up in a romance with Solas.

Small side mission: Collecting Elvhen lore found in various ruins in areas the Inquisition has a presence in- helping to unlock the secrets of the magic used to create the Breach, and sending the knowledge home to her clan!

Companion quest:

Clan Lavellan has used the knowledge you've collected to unlock the location of a temple to the Goddess Andruil, and they offer to send several hunters to assist your party. You arrive to see the temple burning, an open fade rift, and the hunters beset by a varterral. Aili recognizes their leader as Daewyn, her best friend. Option 1: Prioritize saving the artifacts you came for, leaving the hunters to fend for themselves. All of the hunters, including Daewyn will perish. Keeper Deshanna is grieved at the loss of her people, but thanks you for sharing the knowledge you collected. No further contact from the clan is received. Rewards: Really Cool Mage Staff. Note: If your approval is not high enough with her, this option will cause Aili to leave the Inquisition and go back to her clan. Option 2: Prioritize saving the hunters. Most of the artifacts are lost to the flames. Keeper Deshanna regrets the loss, but is grateful for the return of their hunters. Offers to aide Inquisition scouts in the area the clan is currently camping and send whatever supplies they can best spare. Rewards: Moderately Cool Amulet Note: If you are on the Romance path with Aili, you will unlock Special Dialogue with Daewyn after saving him, and he might be a bit of a jealous little shit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tarot card change:

Option one:

"This card can carry a meaning of dejection, disappointment and sorrow over past events. It can also represent a blindness to good in a given situation. Although the person pictured on the card has lost three cups, two still stand, and he or she fails to appreciate what is left. A river flows under a bridge leading to a safe destination, and yet they focus on their three lost cups."

Option two:

"This card is associated with attained knowledge. The child of life holds a red flag, representing the blood of renewal while a smiling Sun shines down on him, representing accomplishment. The conscious mind prevails over the fears and illusions of the unconscious. Innocence is renewed through discovery, bringing hope for the future."

[acourtofthought]

Do you think Elain would actually try to get back to her human self somehow? I saw a lot of people think that she’d be in cahoots with Koschei because she wants to be turned back. I think the “I don’t want a mate/male” quote and Feyre thinking she wants a human man thing is in ACOFAS, so since then things have changed. She seems more accepting of the fact that she is fae, she just hasn’t accepted Lucien yet. These ideas mostly come from the evil Elain theories which I really don’t like anyway 🙄 but if Elain and Lucien are connected to Koschei I hope her trying to go back to humanity isn’t her main plot line. I hope she’d be over that by now

Elain did say "I don't want a mate / male" but then turned around and developed a crush or flirtation with a male shortly after which suggests progress.

SJM isn't the kind of writer to wave a magic wand and make these characters traumas disappear so Elain saying she didn't want any of the above after the war, after losing her father, after Graysen's rejection, etc. are not surprising.

She was thrust out of a world she loved and into one where she was turned into a being she grew up fearing, suddenly finding herself kicking beats and stabbing kings in battle. I think it's normal that she was trying to distance herself from extremely fae things like mating bonds and relationships with non humans when she really hadn't had times to come to terms with the fact that she is now fae and living in a place that is so unlike what she was used to.

However it's been over a year since the war. Nearly two years since she was turned. Elain may not be ready to fully embrace being fae (as Nesta wasn't ready until the end of her book) but that doesn't necessarily mean she wants to go back to a life where she knows people turned their backs on her.

Also, I can't recall a single SJM main character hero / heroine who has tried to work with the bad guy for selfish reasons and not ended up looking like the villain.

(spoilers for TOG to follow)

In the ACOTAR series we have Rhys looking like the bad guy because he was working for Amarantha. But....he ended up the hero because he was actually protecting his entire court and trying to find a way to free Prythian.

In TOG, we had Dorian seeming to work with Maeve. But in the end, he had only been playing her, finding how her powers worked so he could use them against her.

The above are two scenarios where a main character looked like they were working for the big bad only for us to discover they were using their intelligence to turn the tides in their favor.

But.........

In ACOMAF, we have Tamlin playing double agent to Hybern. Even though he was gathering information that did benefit them in the war, his main reason for allying with Hybern was to get Feyre back.

As a result, SJM made his character one that now "sucks" (her words from an actual interview with Eva Cheng).

Tamlin may get some sort of redemption but my guess is he's never getting his own book. With his journey, the author has told us that when a character tries to play double agent for selfish reasons it's not going to leave them looking like the hero, even if they were also trying to gather information on the side.

So Elain trying to ally with Koschei to be turned human again? HOW does that end up with her as a heroine?

First, it means she's willing to put others at risk for her own selfish desires, that is not FMC energy. Elain has had visions of Koschei, she knows he's kidnapped other females. Who would ever root for her knowing that she was willing to work with someone like him after that?

Also, Elain seeking him out then needing rescuing....isn't that just proving that she shouldn't have tried handling anything dangerous like Az believed? That she was a "little girl" trying to play in a "grown mans" world and failing? That Nesta was right telling her not to get involved with the Trove?

The only way the Elain / Koschei theory would work for SJMs kind of writing is if everyone thought Elain was working with Koschei for her own reasons but it's revealed she never wanted to be human after all. That she set out to prove she could best him with her intelligence and came out victorious (as Dorian did with Maeve or Rhys with Amarantha).

I am with you, there are so many more things that SJM could do with Elain's character than having her regress back to 2 years ago. We've already witnessed her at her lowest where she struggled with becoming fae and losing her life in the human lands. She's not 100% and I don't think she's thriving like she could be elsewhere but she has now made a few friends, keeps busy around Velaris helping others, developed her first "crush" on a fae male and now has a nephew to love. SJM would have wasted multiple books of Elain working through the worst of it and coming out on the other side to turn around and have her willing to put others at risk to become human again.

[m0urn1ngstar]

I do not have the motivation to do it myself, but I NEED to see a The Picture of Dorian Gray animatic with the song NEW MAGIC WAND by tyler, the creator.

it's critical, essential to me personally.

Basil and Dorians dynamic...they drive me crazy...

[lynxindisguise]

TRICK OR TREAT

claude!! you get... TREAT 🍬

here's a tiny little snip from the dorian gray au scene that's been living in my head for about a year now:

"Don't you see, Remus? You made this possible. I don't know how, but you did. You freed me." Sirius stepped forward, twirling his wand. Remus staggered back, and he caught him by his robes as he stumbled. Staring intently into those pretty brown eyes, he tested aiming his wand at Remus's visibly pulsing neck. Sure enough, his muscles seized up, and he released a shaky gasp. He was afraid. He thought Sirius might actually hurt him. He didn't love him anymore, not now that he knew the truth. He was a threat. "Please," Remus whimpered, eyes watering.

trick or treat

[spectacleweirdo]

edit: !! NOT MY ART !! its from this amazing webcomic Hooky by Miriam Bonastre Tur :D

another edit: OMG OUR FANDOM ISN'T DEAD :D

[siddunbi]

Im still super recent to Dragon Age regardless of my constant wiki deep dives BUT one thing im hoping for is a cunty mage with a wand, i dont care if its just dorian with it, i dont care if its a tevinter mage or not (considering wands are an old tevinter thing i think) i just want a cunty wizard with a damn wand man.

And also i hope we as a player get to be trans and be with a trans person and have hot gay transgender se

[chthonichedgewitch]

Blessed Thargelia!

🌕Happy birthday Lady Artemis & Lord Apollon☀️

Orphic hymns⬇️

Artemis:

HEAR me, Jove's daughter, celebrated queen, Bacchian and Titan, of a noble mien:

In darts rejoicing, and on all to shine, Torch-bearing Goddess, Dictynna divine.

O'er births presiding, and thyself a maid, To labour pangs imparting ready aid:

Dissolver of the zone, and wrinkled care, Fierce huntress, glorying in the silvan war:

Swift in the course, in dreadful arrows skill'd, Wand' ring by night, rejoicing in the field:

Of manly form, erect, of bounteous mind, Illustrious demon, nurse of humankind:

Immortal, earthly, bane of monsters fell,

"Tis thine, blest maid, on woody mounts to dwell:

Foe of the stag, whom woods and dogs delight, In endless youth you flourish fair and bright.

O universal queen, august, divine,

A various form, Cydonian pow'r, is thine.

Dread guardian Goddess, with benignant mind, Auspicious come, to mystic rites inclin'd;

Give earth a store of beauteous fruits to bear, Send gentle Peace, and Health with lovely hair, And to the mountains drive Disease and Care.

Apollo:

BLEST Paan, come, propitious to my pray'r, Illustrious pow'r, whom Memphian tribes revere,

Slayer of Tityus, and the God of health, Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth:

Spermatic, golden-lyr'd, the field from thee

Receives its constant rich fertility.

Titanic, Grunian, Smynthian, thee I sing,

Python-destroying, hallow d, Delphian king:

Rural, light-bearer, and the Muses' head, Noble and lovely, arm'd with arrows dread:

Far-darting, Bacchian, twofold, and divine,

Pow'r far diffus'd, and course oblique is thine.

O Delian king, whose light-producing eye Views all within, and all beneath the sky;

Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, Who omens good reveal'st, and precepts pure;

Hear me entreating for the human kind, Hear, and be present with benignant mind;

For thou survey st this boundless ether all, And ev'ry part of this terrestrial ball Abundant, blessed; and thy piercing sight Extends beneath the gloomy, silent night;

Beyond the darkness, starry-ey'd, profound,

The stable roots, deep-fix'd by thee, are found.

The world's wide bounds, all-flourishing, are thine,

Thyself of all the source and end divine.

"Tis thine all Nature's music to inspire With various-sounding, harmonizing lyre:

Now the last string thou tun'st to sweet accord, Divinely warbling, now the highest chord;

Th' immortal golden lyre, now touch'd by thee,

Responsive yields a Dorian melody. All Nature's tribes to thee their diff'rence owe, And changing seasons from thy music flow:

Hence, mix'd by thee in equal parts, advance Summer and Winter in alternate dance;

This claims the highest, that the lowest string, The Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring:

Hence by mankind Pan royal, two-horn'd nam'd, Shrill winds emitting thro' the syrinx fam'd;

Since to thy care the figur'd seal's consign'd,

Which stamps the world with forms of every kind.

Hear me, blest pow'r, and in these rites rejoice, And save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.

[audioopperiorvigilo]

A 3-4 card pull for advice for the future? I've been going rounds with my anxiety over being an adult and if i could get something comforting that'd be great skjdfh

of course! i hope this reading is comforting to you.

What advice does Dorian need to follow in his future?

For this question, I pulled the 3 of Swords, the Ace of Swords, and the Page of Wands:

The 3 of Swords card encourages you to release emotional pain and allow yourself to grieve; be compassionate with yourself.

The Ace of Swords emphasizes the importance of communication. Be courageous and assertive.

The Page of Wands encourages you to follow your passions and believe in yourself. It can guide self-discovery and growth.

Now to combine these cards. I think that you've had a difficult time growing up, but that does not define you. Your adult life is yours to shape. It does not belong to the people who have hurt you. The 3 of Swords tells you to give yourself time to heal. However, that is not to say you should face this transition by yourself- even if you are brave, and I feel that you are stunningly brave, you should still have people in your corner to support you. The Ace of Swords tells you to communicate, and I'm telling to you reach out to or build a support system. Finally, the Page of Wands encourages you to follow your passions in your adult life. I have a feeling that a "traditional" work life will not cut it for you- your passion is where your success lies.

I wish you luck and every happiness.

[daemonwritesstuff]

MATCHUP TRADE WITH @sugutoad - 100% completed

A/N: Hi Anna! im so happy to do yet another trade with you! these are so fun to do and hopefully we can do more soon haha. I hope you enjoy this so much as much as I did with mine.

HARRY POTTER FAMILY ANALYSIS

Your Significant Other Is…

You have been matched with Regulus Black! After some thinking about your other HP matches he seemed like a more better fit for you.

Kallias Black!

The oldest child and brother! aka Regulus and Annas first child! He was born after you guys got married, He went to school the same time as the boy who lived did. they arent really close together since Kallias despises him for some reason. He is also Regulus's favorite child (he loves all his children ok??). Regulus was over the moon when he found out his son got into slytherin, He's very proud of his kids, even if they dont know. Kallias can get a bit too angry sometimes but calms down right away when his parents comfort him, he would do anything to make his mom and dad proud.

Illiana Black!

The second and oldest child! the sweet and intellegent child of Anna and Regulus Black. She daydreams a lot because you know... she dreams a lot, and she can acheive those dreams! She's really good at all of her classes, the black family is very intellegent. She's always with her pet dog, Sirius, which annoys her uncle sometimes and Regulus is super happy about haha.

Fayette Black!

The Third Daughter of Anna and Regulus Black! She's known for being super rebellious and mischievous. She gets in trouble a lot or playing with other peoples wands or causing chaos. She reminds Regulus to much like his Brother Sirius, they're just too alike! but it doesn't nessacarly make him annoyed or angered, he loves his daughter so much, he probably has to stop some arguments with her siblings. Regulus is a girl dad frfr.

Dorian Black!

Second Son and The Fourth Child! I think Kallias got a little jealous and upset when he got told that he's gonna have a younger brother, he wants to be the only son! enough with that though... Dorian is the peacemaker, he's everyone's favorite even if they don't show it, he's super popular In school and he knows it! He can be a little shy around people he doesn't know, so when his mom or dad is around he'll always hide or stay beside them, its so cute to regulus and Anna haha. He has to be forced to do his work or he'll be grounded which causes him to whine for a while but eventually stops. You always have to cook vegetarian meals for Dorian sinces he Vegetarian which you and regulus are fine with of course.

Nyla Black!

The Last and Youngest Child of Regulus and Anna Black! The cutest child in the house, you guys spoil her a lot and she turned out to be a cute yet has no brain cells kinda bimbo. But shes very hardworking and Regulus is very proud of that as well. She's probably the first person in the black family to want to do more independent things in the house. one time when her boundries were being pushed too far she scared the person with some scary figure and lets say that person never came back...

Raising a Child — before, during and after

Regulus was probably only present for the three of his kids birth after Voldemort controlled his mind into maddness

It was hard to raise 3 kids on your own, you had help from his brother Sirius, and some other family members but it was still hard without having the father present.

But before that they raised their children with so much love that it would blind you. They would take their children to places they wanted to go and they would also buy their children as many toys they want

While Regulus was away, Anna did everything she could to make her kids not forget their father, she would tell stories about Regulus when they met at Hogwarts, how their dates were, etc...

After a while Regulus came back and there were a lot of tears... of happiness of course, it was good for Regulus to be back with his family again, he never let you guys go when he came back.

He would take his kids for ice cream and to the park on the best summer days possible, he even takes them to the pool and teaches his younger kids how to swim!

Overall, this family is very successful and very happy, for eternity.

Reactions:

Black Family: You were probably in an exchanged marriage with Regulus ngl, but in a good way, your family was rich and successful so why wouldn't they wanna get you both married! little did they know you guys were already dating, which shocked them but surprising it didn't make them mad, when they found out you guys were having kids they were so overjoyed, Sirius always comes to the house to spoil your children (only when his parents aren't there)

Family Dinner and Date Nights

Family dinners can be a bit chaotic since everyone is gonna talk over one another about their days, or just random stuff, sometimes even food fights happen with the younger ones! but they are stopped right away.

Usually its very nice when having dinners though, its always good to hear the kids talking and just having a good time

Date Nights happen very rarely since you both can be busy sometimes but you'll always try to find a way to get out of the house, and you'll get Uncle Sirius and Jaxrel to babysit the kids LMAO

Your dates with him are with you going to your favorite places, or staying in a cafe while its raining and hands are intertwined together, your love with Regulus is very peaceful and heartwarming.