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deadlymistletoe · 5 months ago

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Deadly's Tolkien Masterlist

Thranduil x Reader

Forbidden Cells

Years prior Thranduil had been torn away from you after your relationship had been discovered. Under the impression you had left Mirkwood he never expected to find you in one of Mirkwood’s cells when he became king.

Unrequited

Over the years you’d managed to fall in love with your childhood friend, and kept your feelings hidden, terrified of ruining your friendship, but now years of hiding your feelings are catching up to you, making you unwell.

All Grown Up

When you receive a letter stating your son’s intentions to join the Fellowship of the Ring, you’re understandably distressed, but Thranduil is always there to talk you through it, important meetings or not.

A Marriage Overridden

Keeping your relationship with Thranduil a secret backfires when your parents arrange a marriage for you. Thankfully, all arranged marriages have to go through the elvenking himself.

An Execution

When you’re forced to witness an execution performed by the man you love, Legolas shields you from the sight, but Thranduil still has to reassure you later.

Fears and Bandages

Thranduil’s composure cracks as he waits for you to come home from battling the spiders. He’s only able to put his fears to rest once he’s bandaged you up himself.

Legolas x Reader

A Token Of Love

Legolas has been acting suspicious, but you soon find out why when he presents you with a gift.

Mistletoe Kisses 🎄

During a Yule celebration at Minas Tirith you introduce Legolas to mistletoe.

Aragorn x Reader

Charming Stranger

When a charming stranger helps you regain control of your horse in the woods, you don’t expect to see him again. You definitely don't expect him to be the king of Gondor.

A Series Of Kisses

A series of kisses leading up to your wedding night. (drabble)

Thorin x Reader

Misty Mountains

Throin helps you get back to sleep when you wake up from a nightmare while he’s on watch.

Ranger At Heart

You and Thorin grew closer than anyone thought possible as he healed, but deep down your heart will always belong to the wild.

Fili x Reader

Concerning Hobbits

Fili enlists the help of Bilbo to learn about hobbit courting customs in order to ask you out in the best way possible.

Dwalin x Reader

Men and Flowers

Insecurities creep up on Dwalin when he sees you with a young, human man. How could you ever want a dwarf like him compared to that? Little does he know, there's only one person you want, and it’s not the human man.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 27 days ago

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100 Random Dialogue Prompts pt. 2

1. “Was there a ‘please’ in there?” “No” “Then get fucked.”

2. “You don’t scare me. Just let me take care of you, let me make you feel good.”

3. “Oh look, mistletoe.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Who says I don’t want to?”

4. “Come here, sweet boy.”

5. “Stop being so stubborn! Just let me take care of you.”

6. “Oh, poor baby.”

7. “Hey, I’ve got this show/match/game coming up and just wondered if you’d like come along. You don’t ha-“ “I’d love to. I’ll even make sure to cheer the loudest.”

8. “You know, I’ve never danced for a(n) elf/dwarf/supe/Jedi/Witcher before.”

9. “If you harm even a hair on their head, there will be nowhere you can run or hide where I will not find you.”

10. “Y/N does like you.” “No she doesn’t, she never flirts back.” “She doesn’t know you’re flirting.” “How?!” “Because she’s self conscious and shy.”

11. “Why do you call me ‘sweetheart’?” “Because of that cute smile you give me whenever I do.”

12. “Am I a bad kisser?”

13. “If you were mine, I’d treat you the way you deserve.”

14. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

15. “I’ll protect you, sweetheart.”

16. “Why the fuck would you not want me to see you naked? You’re fucking stunning.”

17. “Can I braid your hair?”

18. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet boy.” “Yeh? I’m a good boy?” “You’re my good boy.”

19. *rips item of clothing while trying to get you naked* “I’ll buy you more.”

20. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

21. “Don’t touch me!”

22. “You just let (character) take good care of you, sweetheart.”

23. “They really don’t realise how gorgeous they are, do they?”

24. “You planning on staring at me all night or are you gonna buy me a drink?”

25. “Are you a good kisser?”

26. “Can I paint your nails?”

27. “Come dance with me”

28. “How dare you raise your hand to a lady!”

29. “Why do you have nail polish on?” “Because I love my daughters, you prick.”

30. “I’m not drunk, you’ve just very swirly and pretty.”

31. “That’s no way to speak to a lady”

32. “Grab me again, and I’ll grab your head and smash it against the table.”

33. “Yeh not so easy to fight someone when they’re not a woman half your size is it?!”

34. “Maybe it’s not them that I want.”

35. “Nice guys like you shouldn’t have bad days.”

36. “No underwear? Naughty little girl.”

37. “No guys worth all that crying.”

38. “Freaky goth chicks are always kinky, man.”

39. *hand on pregnant tummy* “Keep talking, she likes your voice.”

40. “Let mommy/daddy see your pretty pussy, baby.”

41. “In heels you’re taller then me.” “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s hot, I like it”

42. “Porn has lied to you, you’re hot as fuck.”

43. “There you are, darling; I was beginning to worry.”

44. “Are you okay?”

45. “Why do you love me?”

46. “You should see the other guy”

47. “You really don’t see how he looks at you, do you?”

48. “I don’t know what you just said but it sounded pretty. Keep talking.”

49. “Jus-just hold me.. please.”

50. “It’s funny when you take your heels off how much you shrink”

51. “You deserve better then me.” “There is no one better then you.”

52. “Need me to kiss it better?”

53. “I thought I lost you”

54. “Don’t worry, no one can see us out here.”

55. “It’s not a date.” “Yes it is!” “It’s a date?… Oh my god it’s a date!”

56. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face”

57. “I might not be exactly ‘boyfriend material’, but I do care for you and I want to look after you.”

58. “Why do you have that ring in your nose?”

59. “Let us take care of you”

60. “Having fun without me?”

61. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

62. “I made it myself so sorry it’s no-“ “I love it.”

63. “Stop trying to fuck me, you’re unwell!”

64. “I shouldn’t be here actually, because I’m so gorgeous that the police want to put me under arrest”

65. “I’m cold and my muscles hurt” “yes you said that already”

66. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to moan like that, you’re just so warm”

67. “If you want me, if you want me to fuck you, make you feel good, nothing has to change between us. I will still respect you and you will still have a place here. So do you want me to fuck you or not?”

68. “It is not sweet that I’m still a virgin.” “Well it’s cute then.” “That’s worse!”

69. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen your eyes light up like that. I like it.”

70. “That’s no way to treat a lady”

71. “I need you, baby, I need you so bad!”

72. “So, are you gonna take me on a date or…”

73. “I’m not avoiding you, I’m avoiding everyone; don’t think you’re so special”

74. “Hurry up and cuddle with me!”

75. ”I don’t like your brother! I like you, you idiot!”

76. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of tasting you, my love”

77. “Why are you always so cheerful?!” “Well it’s better then being miserable like you!”

78. “Did (character) just say ‘please’? And ‘thank you’?!”

79. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to her like that!”

80. “I just want to be everyone’s friend but they don’t want to be my friend and it makes me sad. Why are people mean to me?”

81. “Are we gonna stay here or are you gonna take me back to your room so I can scream your name?”

82. “I kissed (character)…” “You what?!”

83. “Yeh I’m having a good time. I was thinking of heading to my room though, if you wanted to join me”

84. “These damn shoes.” “Please, allow me.” “What a gentleman.”

85. “I’ve got you, it’s okay, it was only a dream. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

86. “Do you have any idea what those Polaroids did to me?”

87. “So did (character) waste his money getting us all those seperate rooms since I’m just gonna sleep with you, baby?”

88. “You want me so bad don’t you?”

89. “Tell me I’m pretty” “You’re pretty fucking annoying”

90. “Did you just moan?”

91. “Don’t get all paranoid; she is genuinely just that sweet to everyone”

92. “I figured someone should get you a cup of tea for a change”

93. “When we get out of this car, I’m gonna hug you, and kiss you, and I’ll never be able to let go”

94. “You’re her father you have to think that way” “Well if I could take out someone else’s eyes and replace them with my own I would, but to be she’s beautiful”

95. “If you want me that badly, you’ll beg”

96. “I’m so hard it hurts. Please, please”

97. “I lost our baby! It’s all my fault! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

98. “Look I love you, babe, but you are being a real dick lately. What’s going on?”

99. “He making you feel good, sweet girl?”

100. “Are you on your period?” “Yes, and if you keep talking, I won’t be the only one bleeding”

#prompts #random prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #fan fic #fan fiction

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daughteroftheteleri · 15 hours ago

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A little Christmas gift for you all

Wow guys, I can't believe the year is practically over. I've had such an amazing time on this account, I've made some amazing friends, reblogged so many amazing things from other members of this wonderful community, and received more love and appreciation than I ever expected I would over my fanfics and fanart - thank you, all of you, for this year and warm welcome you've given me to this website. My Christmas gift to you is a bit of festive bagginshield reshirement drabble (with no plot in sight) that hasn't been beta'd but was fun to write:

"Hold still, Uncle Thorin!" Frodo chastised the dwarf below him, who merely grunted in response as he fought to keep his balance with the fauntling perched on his shoulders. "I'm not done yet!"

"I don't know about this," Bilbo stood nearby nervously, wringing his hands. "I'd hate for you to fall, Frodo."

"What, don't you trust me, my love?" Thorin teased, earning him a playful eye roll from his husband. He could see the sassy retort already forming on the hobbit’s lips, but their nephew cut him off with a triumphant declaration:

"There! All done!"

Thorin bent down, allowing Frodo to jump off his shoulders. Straightening up, he nodded in approval at the sprig of mistletoe the little hobbit had tied onto the arched doorway. "Well done. But I believe we should still test it out, right, Bilbo?"

"I certainly think we should," his husband smirked as Thorin pulled him into an embrace. As they kissed, Thorin savoured the moment, taking his time to appreciate the warmth of his one in his arms, the taste of the gingerbread they had made earlier still fresh on his lips. Thorin did his best to ignore the gagging sounds Frodo was making.

The sound of the doorbell pulled them apart, but even without him in his arms, the gorgeous smile that Bilbo shot him filled Thorin with warmth regardless. "That'll be the Gamgees."

Upon opening the door, Frodo immediately grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him away to play in Bag End’s snow covered garden. Thorin left his husband to entertain the other Gamgee family members while he followed the fuantlings outside.

The two best friends were engaged in an intense snowball fight. Thorin was proud to see that Frodo was winning, as he lobbed a projectile at the blond hobbit while his back was turned.

"Ow!” Sam rubbed his head indignantly. “That is not fair, Mister Baggins!”

"Sam, stop calling me that! We're not boring grown ups," Frodo laughed. Thorin lit his pipe, watching the scene unfolding before him with fond amusement. "Call me Frodo!"

"Ok, Mr...um..." Sam stumbled over the words awkwardly. "Mr…Mr Frodo."

"Close enough!" Frodo giggled, and the fight resumed.

The two continued to throw balls of snow at each other until Frodo, his raven hair speckled with white, paused mid throw. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then promptly shut it again, grabbing Sam's hand. He dragged both of them over to Thorin, who snuffed out his pipe, curious as to what inspired Frodo's sudden silence and wide eyed look.

"Uncle Thorin," The fuantling whispered in awe, pointing just beyond the fence. "There's a reindeer here!"

Thorin squinted at the brown shape his nephew was gesturing towards. The dwarf couldn't see well at the best of times, let alone in the gathering darkness of the winter dusk while flecks of snow fell softly down. Carefully, he crept closer, keeping his footfall quiet. Thorin wasn't nearly as good at sneaking as his husband was, (he could admit that), but he could still move with a surprising degree of stealth when the situation demanded it.

The shape grew more defined as he got closer, and a smile tugged at the dwarf's lips. It wasn't a reindeer, but a young faun, with red brown fur and big, nervous eyes.

"It's a reindeer, right, Uncle Thorin?" Frodo's tiny hand had found his own.

"Indeed it is," The dwarf smiled, unwilling to dampen his nephews’s enthusiasm or discourage his imagination. "Come now, it's getting cold. Back inside, the both of you."

They returned just in time to hear the doorbell ring again. Bilbo, returning from delivering cups of hot cocoa to the rest of the Gamgees, exchanged a confused glance with Thorin. They were not expecting anyone else over for yule this year. Before they could wonder any further, a playful shout from behind the door interrupted them:

"Hurry up and open the door, it's freezing out here!"

With a delighted laugh, Bilbo pulled open the door. Thorin couldn't keep the goofy smile off of his face as Fili and Kili piled in and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned fiercely.

"I thought the road over the Misty Mountains was not safe for you to travel through this year?" Bilbo asked when they had finally separated.

"Pfft! As if a little snow is going to keep us from seeing our favourite cousin!" Kili replied joyfully. "Where's Frodo?"

"I'm here!" Frodo ran into the waiting arms of Fili, who scooped him up and onto his shoulders. "Wait a minute! Aren't I your only cousin?"

Thorin laughed alongside the others before a serene, feminine voice drew his eyes back to the door. "What, do I not get a hug as well, brother?"

Dis stood framed by the doorway, her fur coat speckled with snow and her midnight green eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. Thorin ran to her, pulling her into a tight hug which she returned gratefully.

"I'm glad you could make it, sister," he murmured into her hair. She just giggled, pulling away from him and lightly punching his shoulder.

"Like my youngest said. No amount of snow is ever going to keep us from visiting you during Yule."

"I hope you still have our presents!" Fili joked, Frodo swaying dangerously on his shoulders. Bilbo swatted him away, a faux scowl on his face.

"Drop my nephew and I'll replace them all with lumps of coal," he playfully snapped. As soon as Frodo was safely back down on the ground, Thorin’s husband led their new guests into the lounge, where the yule tree stood proudly beside the fireplace. Everyone began to settle into comfortable chairs around the hearth, save the fuantlings, who sat on the ground playing, and Fili and Kili, who had decided to play with them. Bilbo, noticing that only one person had yet to join them, turned back to his husband and held out his hand expectantly. "Are you coming, Thorin?"

Filled with contentment, Thorin took his hand, lovingly weaving their fingers together. "Of course, Amrâlimê."

#merry christmas #tolkien #the hobbit #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #fili and kili #dis durin #festive #reshirement #perentshield #lotr #divider by @anitalenia #yule

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mybutcheredtongue · 8 months ago

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (see full series list here)

1993

The walls of the Hall have all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables have vanished; instead, there are about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Enchanted snowflakes fall gently through the air, melting before they hit the ground.

The champions enter the room, lead by Minerva, with their partners, and your eyes immediately fall on Harry, who looks like he's very focused on not tripping over his own feet. On his arm, is his fellow Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. She seems to be in her element, beaming out at everyone as they make their way up the Hall towards the top table where the judges are seated.

Cedric Diggory walks with Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and to your shock, Viktor Krum with Hermione. She's wearing a beautiful, flowy, periwinkle blue dress and she's slicked her hair back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. She smiles nervously at you and you even notice that something's different about her smile — her front teeth are far smaller than before.

They reach the top table and you spy Percy Weasley sitting in the fifth chair at the table, looking very well-to-do as Harry takes a seat beside him.

"Why is Percy Weasley here?" You say to Minerva as she sits down beside you at your less important staff table. You wish you were up at that top table and could get a few digs in at Karkaroff, keep an eye on him, but you're stuck here instead with the rest of the teachers. "And where's Crouch?"

"He's ill, apparently," she replies, glancing up at the table. "Weasley has come as his representative."

"I can't say I'm unhappy that he's absent," you say quietly, as you pluck your menu from the table and give it a once-over. "He'd put a damper on the mood."

Minerva nods. "He is quite sour, isn't he?"

You're not quite sure what to do with your menu — there's no waiters and the plates are empty. Then, to your rescue, Dumbledore looks pointedly at his plate and says very loud and clear, "Pork chops!"

And pork chops appear. Getting the idea, everyone else starts placing their orders with their plates and food appears.

Hagrid sits beside you, gazing up at the top table before giving a small wave. Following his eye line, you see Madame Maxime return it and you can't help but smile at the exchange. How cute.

When everyone has finished eating, Dumbledore stands up and motions for everyone to do the same. With a wave of his hand, all the tables are pushed up against the walls, then he conjures up a stage along the right wall, various instruments set on it.

The Weird Sisters troop onto stage, dressed in black robes that are artfully ripped and tattered and torn, and pick up their instruments. The champions and their partners stand up, and you catch Harry tripping over his dress robes as he stands up, before walking out onto the floor with Parvati.

The champions dance for about half a minute before Dumbledore steps out onto the floor, taking Madame Maxime with him. He's so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointy hat is just barely brushing the tip of her chin.

You extend your hand out to Minerva, bowing lowly with the other behind your back. "Care for a dance?"

She places he hand on yours, smiling, leading you gracefully out onto the floor. By now, nearly everyone has joined in and is dancing together on the floor. Even Moody is doing an extremely clumsy two-step with Professor Vector, who is nervously avoiding his wooden leg. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pass and she gives a look that suggests she'd rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than continue dancing with Moody.

You have quite an enjoyable night, swapping partners every dance and dancing with nearly every teacher in the school, except for Snape, Moody, and Karkaroff, who you warily avoid like the plague — but who also seem to be avoiding the dance floor entirely.

Out of breath, you make your way outside for some fresh air, loitering beside the freshly trimmed rose bushes that are glittering with fairy lights. You bend down slightly and bring one rose to your nose, inhaling its sweet flowery scent, when you hear a voice that positively grates your ears.

"...don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor."

"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening!" Comes Karkaroff's anxious and hushed voice. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it — "

"Then flee," Snape says curtly. "Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."

Snape and Karkaroff come around the corner, Snape blasting rose bushes apart with his wand. He blasts the one next to you, and two students sprint away from out behind it.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" He snarls as the girl runs past him. "And ten from Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!" His eyes land on you and he fails to hide his grimace. "And what are you doing out here?"

"Getting some fresh air," you respond simply, crossing your arms. "And what are you doing out here, Severus?"

"Ah, well, excuse me," Karkaroff says nervously, brushing past you with a polite smile. "I should get back to the party..."

You raise your eyebrows, turning back to Snape's scowling face expectantly.

"I am doing my job," he says snippily. "Perhaps you ought to do the same and watch the students inside, rather than coming outside for a little personal excursion."

"Is your head on a little excursion up your own — "

Madame Maxime suddenly rushes past you, eyes on the ground and looking very put-out. She passes you and disappears into the Entrance Hall.

" — arse?"

Snape's nostrils flare and for a second he looks like he's about to jinx you, but instead he just bristles past you, purposefully knocking your shoulder as he passes.

Later, when the Weird Sisters play their final song at midnight, several students make their way out of the Great Hall and you too follow in their footsteps out into the Entrance Hall. However, just as you've left the Great Hall, you spot Karkaroff skulking up the stairs, glancing around him furtively like he's got something to hide.

Intrigued, you follow him up the stairs, keeping a small gap between the two of you and looking away when he glances back at you. Then he veers off to the left into another corridor, walking fast, and just as you're about to follow him you hear muffled crying coming from the next flight of stairs.

You look up and there, sitting on one of the steps with her head in her knees, is Hermione, her body shaking with sobs. You should go make sure she's alright.

But this might be your chance to see what Karkaroff's up to! You look down the corridor at Karkaroff, your opportunity to keep up with him quickly slipping the more time you dwell on your decision.

You look back at Hermione, and her sobs take over your judgement and you hurry up the stairs towards her. You sit down on the step beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione?"

She lifts her head, eyes widening madly when she sees you. "P-professor!"

"Relax, Hermione," you say gently. "What happened?"

She bites her lip and looks away from you, drawing in a shaky breath and shaking her head. "N-nothing, nothing at all. It's s-silly, really."

You rub your hand along her arm soothingly. "Was it a boy?"

Her eyebrows raise slightly. "I told you it was silly."

You give her a sympathetic smile. "Been there. Teenage boys are stupid, Hermione. They were stupid when I was young and they're stupid now."

She sighs. "Do they ever stop being stupid?"

You give a light chuckle. "Eventually. Eventually they grow up and mature and start to actually use their heads."

You sigh, pulling her closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder as you continue to rub her arm soothingly. "You look beautiful tonight, Hermione. I can't believe how grown up you look."

"It's tiring," she says softly. "My hair took so long to do and it didn't even last the night." She gestures to her hair, which has become more dishevelled than it was at the start of the night, wisps of hair slipping out of the elegant knot and brushing her shoulders.

"I know. I have a million pins in mine and I haven't even got a date tonight!"

Hermione chuckles and you sigh, shaking your head. She yawns loudly, her eyelids drooping sleepily.

You pat her shoulder. "Alright, off to bed with you. I'm surprised you haven't collapsed yet with the amount of times I seen you out on the dance floor."

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A few days before the first day of term after Christmas, you sit at the staff table during breakfast, watching patiently as the post arrives. A barn owl swoops through the air towards you, dropping a copy of The Daily Prophet on the table in front of you. You grab it, pulling the twine off of it and unfolding it to read the front page.

DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE

Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.

Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.

An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very frightening."

"I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we’re just too scared to say anything."

Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.

As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — as he has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.

While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa’s son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.

In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who’s fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid’s own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who’s supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

You mouth drops open and you hurriedly nudge Minerva beside you, shoving the paper in her face. You watch as her eyes travel down the page and her frown deepens as she reads on.

"What a horrid woman," she spits, folding the paper disapprovingly and handing it back to you. "That explains why Hagrid isn't at breakfast this morning."

You glance down the table, noticing the clear absence of the large man.

"How dare she?" you snap, feeling your anger flare. "Come into this school just to spread such a thing...why, the next time I see her — "

"You'll hold your tongue," Minerva cuts across warningly, giving you a wary look. "You'll hold your tongue and you won't get involved."

"Why shouldn't I? Someone needs to put her in her place and — "

"You know why." She glances down the table, sighing. "If you get on that woman's bad side, she will pull up everything she can on you. Absolutely everything. You know well you will not survive that."

You bite your lip, sighing dejectedly. "You're right...I just — she deserves to be humbled."

Minerva hums in agreement. "I know, I know."

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hello loves!!! I'm so so sorry that this chapter took forever to upload, and it's not even very long!! 😔 Just hit a bit of a slump and wasn't feeling it. Anyways, should be a bit more consistent from now on! I love you all so much and thank you for being so patient 🫶🫶

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incorrectsmashbrosquotes · 4 months ago

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Norse Mythology Re-Imagined: The Children of Loki and the Compassion of Odin

Loki never cared about his children with Angraboda. They were, like all things, a temporary amusement at best. He left, his fiery and flighty spirit carrying him away, leaving the giantess with her children, born with the blood of Gods and Kings in their veins. Children she is completely unprepared to raise alone.

But Odin's All-Seeing Eye spies them, these children, and he shall not let this stand. So he sends forth his most valiant sons, Thor and Tyr, to retrieve them and bring them to Asgard, as it is their birthright as well.

They are brought before him, the Grim girl, and the monstrous boys, and the other Aesir shrink back in fear, but Odin, wise and learned, looks upon these children, for that is what they are, and feels his heart moved to mercy and compassion. Besides, the children of Gods and Giants are always... exceptional.

He takes Hela under his wing, for in her he sees the most of himself. A budding wisdom and potency of spirit. He teaches her all he knows of lore and magic, the Runes and the workings of the world. She thrives under his teachings, and he bequeaths to her an entire Realm to rule, where she might do the most good.

He even betroths her to his son, Baldur, and they are wed beneath boughs of mistletoe. Frigga weeps openly, as do all other things for Baldur's passing to the Land of the Dead, where he might do the most good.

For Jormundgandr Odin sees boundless potential. So he sends the serpent into the sea, where there is no limit on size. And Jormundgandr grows and grows in might, ruling the abyss in the crushing depths, where few others could dwell. The serpent who threads the realms, binding them together like a thread through the seas.

And Fenrir? The most lively and wild, the one who most closely carries the fiery spirit of Loki? That savage wolf who's potential strength sways even Thor's heart to uncertainty?

Odin gives Fenrir the thing he truly needs.

He gives Fenrir to Tyr. The boy receives a father to love him, and the man receives a son to love.

Fenrir's rage never fully cools. His strength only waxes. He breaks every chain, every boundary, every restriction. Even Tyr can only do so much to tame his wild spirit. And the promise Odin saw in his eyes, the destiny to slay the All-Father, never deserts his mind.

So Odin commissions the dwarfs to craft a ribbon, stronger than any chain, and he gifts it to Fenrir, who wears it as a sash about him, binding his soul, cooling his rage when it wakens to wrath.

And so Odin's compassion shapes the fates of the Children of Loki. And so they are fated to be, ever and anon.

#incorrect super smash bros #mythology #Norse Mythology #norse gods #norse paganism #reimagined #mythology retelling #Odin #Loki #Fenrir #Hela #Hel #Jormundgandr #Baldur #Thor #Tyr #Frigga #Frigg

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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Which twst boys do you think should get coal? Who's been a good boy?

Riddle - many gifts and strawberry tarts for him!!!! He deserves that and so much more. <3 it is a very merry Christmas for my beloved.

Trey - hmm,,, I suppose I can overlook his oyster sauce trick just this once... Trey receives presents because he is Trey and he most definitely bakes delicious cookies, but he is on thin ice. (≖_≖ )

Cater - gifts!!!!!! :D and may he receive lots of likes and followers on his Magicam.

Ace - coal. >:(

Deuce - gifts for good boy Deuce!!!! He is the best boy. May his stocking be full of happiness and yummy treats.

Leona - gifts. <3 Leona has done nothing wrong and I love him, so therefore he will receive lots of gifts!!!

Ruggie - also plenty of gifts!! Nothing but the best for Rugs. I want him to be happy forever.

Jack - gifts gifts gifts!!!!! Jack is also another good boy who deserves lots of presents.

Azul - coal for the capitalist tako (but he also gets a smooch from me).

Jade - coal (and I'm also deboning him).

Floyd - GIFTS FOR FLOYB!!!!!!!!! (*¯ ³¯*)♡

Kalim - gifts gifts gifts GIFTS!!!! :D

Jamil - gifts!!!! He has done no wrong (and I was not hypnotized to say that)!!! <3

Vil - gifts!!! Vil is so !!!!!!!!!! WAAAAA I LOVE HIM,,, he will get many gifts. In fact, I am covering Pomefiore in mistletoe so that we can get stuck under one by pure (calculated) chance hehe!!

Rook - coal.

Epel - gifts!!! Epel is wonderful and I think he deserves gifts!!!

Idia - coal. >_< (plot twist: I am his gift.)

Ortho - gifts!!!! :D Ortho is so precious. He will always get gifts. No coal for him.

Malleus - coal. >:( and it's because he made me into a simp for him. (just kidding hehe!!! I could never do that to Mal; not when he gives us such a cute holiday card..... :O)

Silver - gifts!! Silver is another good boy. Very sweet and lovely.

Sebek - coal. >:(

Lilia - coal, but this is only because his cookies for Santa would likely kill Santa. T_T

Neige - gifts!!!! Not only for Neige, but for the dwarfs as well!! I hope they all have the most merry Christmas.

Che'nya - gifts for our beloved Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. :3c

Rollo - he may be getting coal, but I will be his gift instead. I love him and am unabashedly biased in this love LOL. Therefore, he receives many gifts. <3

Fellow - I would give him coal, but I like Fellow too much to subject him to such a cruel fate... :< he will have gifts!!!!

Gidel - gifts!!!!!!! So many gifts for Gidel!!! He is a sweetheart who deserves to have happiest Christmas with lots of presents.

#twisted chit chat #i say jade gets coal but actually he gets the gift of tmdg

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the-witchy-sideblog · 2 months ago

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Plants for The Corruption

Strangler Figs (Ficus)

Dodder (Cuscata)

Indian paintbrush (Castilleja)

Witchweeds (Striga)

Boomerapes (Orobanche and Phelipanche)

Hydnora (Hydnora africana)

Dwarf Mistletoe (Arceuthobium Americanu)

European Mistletoe (Viscum album)

Australian Christmas tree (Nuytsia floribunda)

Ghost plant (Monotropa uniflora)

Giant padma (Rafflesia arnoldii)

Thurber’s stemsucker (Pilostyles thurberi)

Yellow Rattle (Rhinanthus minor)

Lion’s Mane (Hericium erinaceus)

Poplar Mushroom (Cyclocybe parasitica)

Elm Oyster Mushroom (Hypsizygus ulmarius)

Chaga (Inonotus obliquus)

Lobster Mushroom (Hypomyces lactifluorum)

Honey Fungus (Armillaria mellea)

Caterpillar Fungus (Ophiocordyceps sinensis)

#og.txt #popculture magic #paganism #pop culture paganism #tma paganism #tma pcp #the magnus archives #tma #the corruption #the crawling rot

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lollytea · 1 year ago

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Luz: Uh Ohhhhh. Hunterrrr, Willowww, what's that hanging above your heads? >:3

Willow: Oooh, mistletoe!

Luz: That's right! And did you know th-

Willow: Mistletoe species grow on a wide range of host trees, some of which experience side effects including reduced growth, stunting, and loss of infested outer branches. A heavy infestation may also kill the host plant. Viscum album successfully parasitizes more than 200 tree and shrub species.

All mistletoe species are hemiparasites because they do perform some photosynthesis for some period of their life cycle. However, in some species its contribution is very nearly zero. For example, some species, such as Viscum minimum, that parasitize succulents, commonly species of Cactaceae or Euphorbiaceae, grow largely within the host plant, with hardly more than the flower and fruit emerging. Once they have germinated and attached to the circulatory system of the host, their photosynthesis reduces so far that it becomes insignificant.

Most of the Viscaceae bear evergreen leaves that photosynthesise effectively, and photosynthesis proceeds within their green, fleshy stems as well. Some species, such as Viscum capense, are adapted to semi-arid conditions and their leaves are vestigial scales, hardly visible without detailed morphological investigation. Therefore, their photosynthesis and transpiration only take place in their stems, limiting their demands on the host's supply of water, but also limiting their intake of carbon dioxide for photosynthesis. Accordingly, their contribution to the host's metabolic balance becomes trivial and the idle parasite may become quite yellow as it grows, having practically given up photosynthesis.

At another extreme other species have vigorous green leaves. Not only do they photosynthesize actively, but a heavy infestation of mistletoe plants may take over whole host tree branches, sometimes killing practically the entire crown and replacing it with their own growth. In such a tree the host is relegated purely to the supply of water and mineral nutrients and the physical support of the trunk. Such a tree may survive as a Viscum community for years; it resembles a totally unknown species unless one examines it closely, because its foliage does not look like that of any tree. An example of a species that behaves in this manner is Viscum continuum.

A mistletoe seed germinates on the branch of a host tree or shrub, and in its early stages of development it is independent of its host. It commonly has two or even four embryos, each producing its hypocotyl, that grows towards the bark of the host under the influence of light and gravity, and potentially each forming a mistletoe plant in a clump. Possibly as an adaptation to assist in guiding the process of growing away from the light, the adhesive on the seed tends to darken the bark. On having made contact with the bark, the hypocotyl, with only a rudimentary scrap of root tissue at its tip, penetrates it, a process that may take a year or more. In the meantime the plant is dependent on its own photosynthesis. Only after it reaches the host's conductive tissue can it begin to rely on the host for its needs. Later it forms a haustorium that penetrates the host tissue and takes water and nutrients from the host plant.

Species more or less obligate include the leafless quintral, Tristerix aphyllus, which lives deep inside the sugar-transporting tissue of a spiny cactus, appearing only to show its tubular red flowers, and the genus Arceuthobium (dwarf mistletoe; Santalaceae) which has reduced photosynthesis; as an adult, it manufactures only a small proportion of the sugars it needs from its own photosynthesis, but as a seedling actively photosynthesizes until a connection to the host is established.

Some species of the largest family, Loranthaceae, have small, insect-pollinated flowers (as with Santalaceae), but others have spectacularly showy, large, bird-pollinated flowers.

Most mistletoe seeds are spread by birds that eat the 'seeds' (in actuality drupes). Of the many bird species that feed on them, the mistle thrush is the best-known in Europe, the Phainopepla in southwestern North America, and Dicaeum of Asia and Australia. Depending on the species of mistletoe and the species of bird, the seeds are regurgitated from the crop, excreted in their droppings, or stuck to the bill, from which the bird wipes it onto a suitable branch. The seeds are coated with a sticky material called viscin. Some viscin remains on the seed and when it touches a stem, it sticks tenaciously. The viscin soon hardens and attaches the seed firmly to its future host, where it germinates and its haustorium penetrates the sound bark.

Specialist mistletoe eaters have adaptations that expedite the process; some pass the seeds through their unusually shaped digestive tracts so fast that a pause for defecation of the seeds is part of the feeding routine. Others have adapted patterns of feeding behavior; the bird grips the fruit in its bill and squeezes the sticky-coated seed out to the side. The seed sticks to the beak and the bird wipes it off onto the branch.

Biochemically, viscin is a complex adhesive mix containing cellulosic strands and mucopolysaccharides.

Once a mistletoe plant is established on its host, it usually is possible to save a valuable branch by pruning and judicious removal of the wood invaded by the haustorium, if the infection is caught early enough. Some species of mistletoe can regenerate if the pruning leaves any of the haustorium alive in the wood.

Luz:

Hunter: You are so cool, I want to kiss you so bad.

Luz: Hey, guess what??

#huntlow

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bagginshieldlibrary · 10 months ago

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Canonverse list!

GIF by itscrochetnotknit

We're starting off with Oak and Mistletoe by HildyJ.

Summary: After a life dominated by a strange form of sickness, Thorin is sent to the Shire to seek a cure only Bilbo Baggins can offer.

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 55,643

This is not really your traditional Canonverse fic. Erebor never fell but Thorin is "cursed" and Bilbo is their last hope for a cure, due to his skills. Its a really good exploration of emotions and senses and how sometimes all we really ever need is a change of perspective.

There is a second Explicit part that is not linked to the fic so I've put it here.

Our next fic is Roses of Iron by Porphyrios

Summary: Two years after Bilbo returned from his adventures, he's made his peace with being back in the Shire. He still wonders what might have happened if things were different, but figures all that is behind him now. A mysterious visitor turns out to be someone he never thought he'd see again, and he's shocked by the news he hears.

Rating: Mature

Word count: 152,426

This fic is a work of art. The added lore, the explorations of both Bilbo and Thorin's character, the exploration of the dwarrow culture, and how how the story flows. Its a long fic but it's not a slow burn, in my humble opinion.

Here we have The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

Summary: “It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!”

Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe.

The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending.

“You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks.

Bilbo frowns at the young dwarf. “I’m fifty years old. Well, fifty-one, come springtime. Though it is not very polite to ask someone their age so bluntly,” he tells him primly.

Fíli makes a choked sound, and Nori lets out a vicious string of swears in Khuzdul."

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 6,683

A comedy and a half. The company reacts drastically to finding out the age difference between hobbits and dwarves. I laughed, giggled and eye rolled at the theatrics.

Our first explicit fic rec is young savage things/ barely worth remembering by pomgore

Summary: For a moment, Thorin looks winded, his eyes wide and his jaw set tightly like Bilbo has wrung him out to dry. He seems out of his depth—it’s written all over his face, really—and Bilbo would be moved to sympathy if he didn’t know that somehow, this warranted Thorin seeking him out in the middle of the night. He remains guarded for both of their sakes.

“I have never courted anyone before, and I was not educated in the art before the dragon came.”

“Alright.”

“If I remember correctly, you have been- involved, with other hobbits before.”

“... I have.”

“Please teach me how to kiss.”

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 8,649

This fic ripped my heart out and then healed me. Its written in away that makes you want more and more, just like Bilbo and Thorin.

And last but certainly not list we have Songs in the Dark by Leoandlancer

Summary: After the resolution of the Battle of Five Armies and the beginning of the restoration of Erebor, Thorin and Bilbo are still carefully, and respectfully, distant to each other. Each certain the other wants nothing to do with them after the betrayals they've committed. However, trapped by a cave-in while exploring the lower halls, Thorin and Bilbo are suddenly, and unavoidably thrown together and slowly they begin to sort things out.

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 13,400

Close quarters apologies and reconciliation, angst and fluff. Thorin singing. Really this fic hits all the delightfully good spots for one so short.

Also this fic is locked so you need an account to read.

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pearlsoflongago · 1 year ago

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Legends of Christmas

MISTLETOE

Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), No footsteps came, no voice, but only, Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely, Stooped in the still and shadowy air Lips unseen - and kissed me there.

—Walter de la Mare

The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. “Now they are all on their knees,” An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave In these years! Yet, I feel, If someone said on Christmas Eve, “Come; see the oxen kneel,

“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know,” I should go with him in the gloom, Hoping it might be so.

—Thomas Hardy

The Elves and the Shoemaker

There was once a shoemaker, who worked very hard and was very honest: but still he could not earn enough to live upon; and at last all he had in the world was gone, save just leather enough to make one pair of shoes.

Then he cut his leather out, all ready to make up the next day, meaning to rise early in the morning to his work. His conscience was clear and his heart light amidst all his troubles; so he went peaceably to bed, left all his cares to Heaven, and soon fell asleep. In the morning after he had said his prayers, he sat himself down to his work; when, to his great wonder, there stood the shoes all ready made, upon the table. The good man knew not what to say or think at such an odd thing happening. He looked at the workmanship; there was not one false stitch in the whole job; all was so neat and true, that it was quite a masterpiece.

The same day a customer came in, and the shoes suited him so well that he willingly paid a price higher than usual for them; and the poor shoemaker, with the money, bought leather enough to make two pairs more. In the evening he cut out the work, and went to bed early, that he might get up and begin betimes next day; but he was saved all the trouble, for when he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand. Soon in came buyers, who paid him handsomely for his goods, so that he bought leather enough for four pair more. He cut out the work again overnight and found it done in the morning, as before; and so it went on for some time: what was got ready in the evening was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon became thriving and well off again.

One evening, about Christmas-time, as he and his wife were sitting over the fire chatting together, he said to her, ‘I should like to sit up and watch tonight, that we may see who it is that comes and does my work for me.’ The wife liked the thought; so they left a light burning, and hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind a curtain that was hung up there, and watched what would happen.

As soon as it was midnight, there came in two little naked dwarfs; and they sat themselves upon the shoemaker’s bench, took up all the work that was cut out, and began to ply with their little fingers, stitching and rapping and tapping away at such a rate, that the shoemaker was all wonder, and could not take his eyes off them. And on they went, till the job was quite done, and the shoes stood ready for use upon the table. This was long before daybreak; and then they bustled away as quick as lightning.

The next day the wife said to the shoemaker. ‘These little wights have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful to them, and do them a good turn if we can. I am quite sorry to see them run about as they do; and indeed it is not very decent, for they have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I’ll tell you what, I will make each of them a shirt, and a coat and waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain; and do you make each of them a little pair of shoes.’

The thought pleased the good cobbler very much; and one evening, when all the things were ready, they laid them on the table, instead of the work that they used to cut out, and then went and hid themselves, to watch what the little elves would do.

About midnight in they came, dancing and skipping, hopped round the room, and then went to sit down to their work as usual; but when they saw the clothes lying for them, they laughed and chuckled, and seemed mightily delighted.

Then they dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and capered and sprang about, as merry as could be; till at last they danced out at the door, and away over the green.

The good couple saw them no more; but everything went well with them from that time forward, as long as they lived.

#literature #poetry #dark academia #classic academia #light academia #fairy tales #folk tales #mistletoe #christmas #legends #christmas legends

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lomfenny · 2 years ago

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This is a bit random, but I've had this idea for a Voltron fic in my head for awhile now, and wanted to share it.

So now its...

Explanation time

Baskos (bæskus) ——— originated from the Galra word for poison (Baesus) and the plant's origin (Askad) Baskos literally means – baesus of Askad, which is "poison from/of Askad"

So, Baskos is a poison that specifically affects Galra; it gets them really bad.

Typically, poisons attack immunity components in the body, but Baskos binds with Quintessence, instead of attacking it. This makes it hard to extract, because draining the Baskos directly means draining a being of their quintessence which can kill them.

Galra know that Baskos can kill them, pretty badly, might I add. Thus, like any sentient evolving species would, they immunized themselves. Every Galra gets a Baskos shot not long after they're born and continue to get the shots at four decaphoeb intervals, so, if they encounter Baskos later, it won't kill them, just make them weak and sick.

Baskos also originated from and grew on a dwarf planet called Askad. The Galra typically stayed away from the planet, but when Zarkon began expanding the empire, he destroyed Askad after enemy forces used Baskos against the Galra. The outbreak killed thousands and almost ended the war until the planet was destroyed, which weakened their supply and an antidote was being worked on.

There is no cure but to corrupt the quintessence, which unbinds and kills the Baskos.

Baskos look like mistletoe. The berries are small and shaped a bit like five pointed stars, and the leaves are broad and flat, but it looks much the same.

Baskos has specific conditions under which it could grow, and needed its own planet configured to those conditions. Very hot, but very wet soil. Like a boiling swamp. The air was also heavy in quintessence. The conditions aren't easy to replicate, but they are doable.

With care, Baskos seeds can be grown away from Askad.

Now, to apply this to Keith.

In my headcanon, humans have no natural quintessence. It doesn't hurt them to come in contact with it, but they don't need it to survive.

So, Keith was probably drained of quintessence by his mother so he'd look more human than Galra.

But think of the fight with that Druid back around the end of S1. The druid shot him with purple lightning and I've come to understand that that purple lightning is corrupted quintessence. So he was shot with that and hit a container filled with raw quintessence, before being doused in it. And we saw how it healed him.

The pure quintessence healed the damage done by the corrupted quintessence. So, at that point, Keith has some quintessence in his body. Couple it with the amount of ambient quintessence surrounding them both in and out of the castle and you have a less quintessence drained Keith. It's not enough to Galra him, but it is something.

So, when he encounters Baskos on a planet called Geryon that he goes to answer a distress call on, it wastes no time binding with the quintessence in him, which is greater because of the quintessence heavy atmosphere, and because Keith got doused in the stuff again on the planet.

Geryon has diluted quintessence pools. And Keith fell into one.

Its effects are slowed because he's not pure Galra, but they're still violent. 30 doboshes in and he's feeling weaker. 40 more doboshes and his vision starts to swim. Three Vargas later, we see him feverish and disoriented. A varga later and he's coughing up blood as the Baskos goes for his lungs. Five doboshes later, he's unconscious, breathing with difficulty.

This is all in one quintet!

At this point, his quintessence has bonded with his Galra genes and it is lashing out. He starts going Galra. First, the skin begins to bleed purple like an infection. It takes time, about a full quintet for him to be completely Galra looking, but at the end, Keith has purple skin, fluffy ears and Sharp ™ fangs. The eyes come as needed. The tail develops a quintet later.

Baskos also affects the mind, makes the Galra more base. They get more aggressive and seek to satisfy their immediate needs. This is downplayed in Keith, but gets stronger the longer the Baskos is in his system.

Among these base instincts are:

Aggression

Territoriality

Imprinting

Mating

Predation

Etc...

With the influence of the healing pod and the Baskos shot, called Askadite, the effects of the Baskos are dulled down to very low levels. But this won't last forever. Even at the rate they've managed to slow it down to, the Baskos will kill Keith in a little over 2-3 phoebs.

That's the time limit to find a cure.

Note: I have prepared a list of Altean time terms and their closest human equivalents.

*****

Tick _____ Second

Dobosh _____ Minute

Varga _____ Hour

Quintet _____ Day

Phoeb _____ Month

Decaphoeb _____ Year

*****

#Voltron #vld #keith kogane #galra keith #galra empire #vld headcanons #voltron imagines #voltron legendary defender #vld prompts

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lordleonster · 1 year ago

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Luminary Trail: Just outside of the party is a path lit by luminaries. It's a perfect place to get some fresh air or escape from the hustle and bustle for a moment. Make sure to watch where you are walking. Those paper bags look pretty flammable!

Ethlyn hums as she walks hand in hand with Quan through the maze of luminaries, head resting against his shoulder. It's romantic. That's why she chose here of all places to lead him. Of course, the quiet and privacy it offers is also a draw. As much as she enjoys the excitement and company of others, it's nice to be able to slip away like this and share a quiet moment between husband and wife.

When they have made it a sufficient enough way away from the party, Ethlyn stops and lets go of his hand to retrieve something from her pocket. She'd stashed it in there earlier while they were setting up, already planning for this exact moment.

Pink eyes glint with mischief as she looks up at him and raises a sprig of mistletoe up over his head.

"Well?" she teased and bats her lashes at him. "Surely you won't leaving me hanging, will you?"

"Now, that's a nice touch."

Quan muses, gaze all but ruminating on every little detail his wife and best friend had knit into this event. Each lantern had to be set up by someone, each design chosen from a list of plenty. With her hand in his, he couldn't help but feel blessed that her touch lingered everywhere. Her hands were healing hands, decorating hands, celebrating hands—a sprig of new life in hardened soil. And he indulged in the fact that beyond his own grasp, this small pocket of the world was hers too. He would envy the world had she not been his.

There is, of course, a natural gravity. Between old-time lovers and new-time conflict. (Of which, the world could not dwarf.) One moment here, a hand running up the small of her back. Another moment there, his knuckles rap against her own, goblets clinking. There's a transient silence, where his fingers idly fiddle with the ridge of her fur capelet— unthinking, as though to dream. Much of the evening was lit with toothy grins and talk of the town, but as the night pulled its curtains overhead, he was thankful for this time away from it all.

The question was never really who—because he could have indulged around the first corner, or the next. And she could have pulled him by the collar, and made merry with him. First or last was never the question. So really, it was how. His smirk grew gradually, as he began to dig into his back pocket for a sprig he had snatched off one of the doorways. And half way into his descent, a flash of red berries and spindly leaves left him booming in laughter.

"Did you- Did you manage to swipe that out of my pocket while I wasn't looking, love?"

Flimsily, he fumbled for his own sprig, and found himself pulling out a half-mangled one that looked pathetic next to her own.

"Ha!" Uncanny.

Arms wide, he takes her in, pulling her close enough to inebriate himself over her perfume. Their noses cross and then their lips— hot pink-hot white against the frigid cold. There's a heat he craves of her, even if his heart is piked against a spire. And as his head empties into the familiar warmth, he forgets the sickness of his heart for a moment. He hopes the way his love scars doesn't leave a mark. And he smiles, and smiles. Quietly.

Healing.

"Happy holidays, Eth. You've got me."

As their lips part, he inhales slow and steady—the cold making his lungs feel transparent. His forehead sinks into hers, eyes closed.

#ladyleonster #baldrs bounty #{ i'll have to answer the other one after my exam but i leave you with this #{ something something closed eye symbolism

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Marina's three male D&D Dilf boyfriends would be:1. **Zylphar the Tiefling Warlock**: A charismatic, manipulative, and highly intelligent being with a flair for the dramatic. He'd have a penchant for sultry, seductive outfits, such as a black velvet corset adorned with crimson gemstones, paired with fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. Marina's nicknames for him could include "Mistress of Shadows," "Damsel of Dark Deeds," and "Vixen of Infernal Delights."2. **Kael the Half-Elf Paladin**: A chivalrous, devoted, and fiercely protective partner. His favored attire would likely consist of a gleaming white tabard emblazoned with a coat of arms, accompanied by a flowing crimson cape and sturdy chainmail beneath. Nicknames Marina might bestow upon Kael include "Champion of Virtue," "Knave of Radiant Resolve," and "Squire of Sacred Devotion."3. **Riven the Goblin Rogue**: A cunning, quick-witted, and mischievous character with a taste for the unconventional.

Marina's Dilf boyfriends:1. **Arius the Dragonborn**: A fire-breathing dragonborn paladin who worships justice and valor. He nicknames Marina "Brave Little Dove" for her courage and beauty. For him, Marina wears a crimson surcoat over black armor, her raven hair braided with tiny bells, and carries a white dove emblem on her shield.2. **Finnan the Half-Elf**: An elven rogue with a mischievous streak and a love for poetry. He calls Marina "Midnight Muse" for her mysterious allure and creative spark. For Finnan, Marina sports an emerald cloak, knee-high leather boots, and a silver-tipped quarterstaff adorned with a sprig of mistletoe.3. **Kaelith Sunshadow**: A lithe and agile half-elf ranger who worships the moon. He dubs Marina "Moonflower" for her delicate beauty and enchanting presence. For Kaelith, Marina dons a flowing, iridescent gown in shades of lavender and silver, with a wreath of crescent moon petals in her raven hair and carrying a longbow with enchanted lunar arrows.

Ah, Marina's past loves from Baldur's Gate, how intriguing!1. **Boyfriend 1:** Name - Eldrid Stonefist

Species - Dwarf (or half-dwarf)

Appearance - Short, stocky build; rugged, weathered features; long, dark beard; piercing blue eyes.

Nicknames - "Stone" for his unyielding nature, "Fists" due to his impressive strength.

Outfit - Leather armor, a sturdy battleaxe, and a well-worn backpack filled with dwarven crafts and treasures.2. **Boyfriend 2:** Name - Zayn Blackwood

Species - Half-elf

Appearance - Tall and lean; chiseled features; raven hair often tied back; sharp, inquisitive eyes.

Nicknames - "Moonlit" for his enchanting, ethereal presence, "Shadow" for his stealthy prowess.

Outfit - Sleek, black leather armor; a pair of finely crafted short swords; a dark cloak for blending into the night.3. **Boyfriend 3:** Name - Kael Nightshade

Species - Tiefling

Appearance - Muscular build; horns protruding from his head; striking, crimson eyes; charcoal-colored hair often styled in a braided crown.

Ah, Marina's past loves from Baldur's Gate, how intriguing!1. **Boyfriend 1:** Name - Eldrid Stonefist

Species - Dwarf (or half-dwarf)

Appearance - Short, stocky build; rugged, weathered features; long, dark beard; piercing blue eyes.

Nicknames - "Stone" for his unyielding nature, "Fists" due to his impressive strength.

Outfit - Leather armor, a sturdy battleaxe, and a well-worn backpack filled with dwarven crafts and treasures.2. **Boyfriend 2:** Name - Zayn Blackwood

Species - Half-elf

Appearance - Tall and lean; chiseled features; raven hair often tied back; sharp, inquisitive eyes.

Nicknames - "Moonlit" for his enchanting, ethereal presence, "Shadow" for his stealthy prowess.

Outfit - Sleek, black leather armor; a pair of finely crafted short swords; a dark cloak for blending into the night.3. **Boyfriend 3:** Name - Kael Nightshade

Species - Tiefling

Appearance - Muscular build; horns protruding from his head; striking, crimson eyes; charcoal-colored hair often styled in a braided crown.

**Baldur's Gate Boyfriends**

1. **Imoen**: "Imo-chan" - A cute pet name given due to her close bond with Imoen. Outfit: A revealing pink leotard and thigh-high stockings, as Imoen likes her in.

2. **Jaheira**: "Jae" - A strong, masculine nickname for her strong and stoic lover. Outfit: Leather armor, as Jaheira would approve of her in tough, protective gear.

3. **Dyna**: "Dy" - A fun, bubbly nickname for her fun-loving partner. Outfit: A skimpy servant outfit, as Dyna would dress her up in when serving at the inn.

4. **Sarevok**: "Sar" - A commanding nickname for her powerful, authoritative love. Outfit: A smart, no-nonsense outfit with a long skirt, as Sarevok would have her dressed in when leading his army.

5. **Khalid**: "Khal" - A suave, sophisticated nickname for her charming, flirtatious beau. Outfit: An exotic, alluring outfit with a veil and bellydance-inspired attire, as Khalid would dress her up in when performing.

**Boyfriends and Nicknames:**1. Eilifr - calls her "Moonchild" due to her ethereal beauty. He adores her gothic-chic style and loves when she wears dark, flowing gowns.2. Ariniel - nicknames her "Rosebud" for her delicate, blushing complexion. He favors her in Victorian-inspired dresses with corsets and petticoats that showcase her curves.3. Sorinar - playfully addresses Marina as "Pixie" due to her petite, mischievous nature. Sorinar's style preference for her includes playful, eclectic ensembles blending DnDcore and Emocore elements.4. Bran - affectionately calls her "Goddess" for her stunning features and captivating aura. Bran appreciates Marina's Renaissance-inspired outfits, often requesting she wear flowing, jewel-toned gowns adorned with intricate lace and velvet details.These nicknames and style preferences reveal the special bonds Marina shares with each of her Baldur's Gate boyfriends, highlighting their unique tastes and the depths of their affections for her.

Ah, Marina's romantic entanglements in Baldur's Gate. How delightful!1. Names of boyfriends: Finn, Ariniel, Rivalen, Saun, and Coran.2. Nicknames from them:

- Finn's "Mischief Midge"

- Ariniel's "Minuscule Maiden"

- Rivalen's "Precious Pearl"

- Saun's "Sweetling"

- Coran's "Tiny Titaness"3. Outfits inspired by them:

- Finn's tinkerer attire: leather apron, goggles, and a tool belt over a simple dress.

- Ariniel's scholarly garb: a brown robe with green trim, a pointed hat, and glasses.

- Rivalen's noble ensemble: a royal blue dress with gold accents, a white cloak, and a tiara of thorns.

- Saun's rugged adventurer look: a worn leather jerkin over a green tunic and brown pants, with a bandolier of potions.

- Coran's paladin finery: silver-trimmed blue and white tabard over chainmail, with a holy symbol of Sarenrae on her chest.

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