#imperious curse

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy & Tom Riddle, Death & Harry Potter Characters: Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Death (Harry Potter), Abraxas Malfoy, Horace Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Master of Death Harry Potter, Ravenclaw Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Riddle at Hogwarts Era, Sane Tom Riddle, Wandlore (Harry Potter), Wandmaking (Harry Potter), Wandmaker Harry Potter, I don't know if I would call it this necessarily but, Morally Grey Harry Potter, he's on a mission and he's going about it in an unusual way, Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), this fic isn't dark even though the tags look a little sketchy, Chronic Illness, Happy Ending, POV Alternating, Non-Linear Narrative, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Harry has some mental health issues but he's trying, The Deathly Hallows, Blood Curses | Blood Malediction (Harry Potter), Getting Together Summary:

There was another student here.

Tom recognized him vaguely—while transfer students were not necessarily uncommon due to the war, they were rare enough to at least make an impression. This particular transfer student was in his year, sorted into Ravenclaw after an impressively long hat stall. He looked like he might be descended from the Potter line, but he did not share the surname so his lineage was of no particular interest to Tom. Nothing about him was of particular interest to Tom, in fact, and yet here he stood, holding the book that Tom had come here to find.

It would be a good time to turn away. The Restricted Section was restricted for a reason—only books documenting extremely dangerous or extremely advanced magic were stored here.

Tom’s feet, however, suddenly felt as if they were made of lead. It wasn’t magic keeping him tied down, but something far more mysterious like curiosity or even fate. In any case, the delay was all it took for the Ravenclaw to lift his chin and meet Tom’s eyes.

This Ravenclaw, Tom realized, had eyes as blindingly green as the Killing Curse.

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[serpentface]

Historically plausible depiction of semi-mythological Wardi founding heroes Erub and Janes, engaging in rites of sworn brotherhood.

Each were princes of separate pre-Wardi tribes (Erub was of the western Ephenni, Janes was of the central-southern Wardinae from which the name 'Wardi' derives). Two men of their general description historically existed, but their cited exploits were likely performed by many people over a larger time scale (conquering lands to the south and east from rival Wardi and Wogan tribes and founding the kingdoms of Wardin and Erubinnos).

They are unclothed (as is necessary for the rite) but wearing recognizable regalia, as their sworn brotherhood was a display of alliance between the ancient Ephenni and Wardinae and performed before their men. Erub wears both gold and bean-bead jewelry, Janes wears gull feathers and a pearl choker (aspects of these have been retained in contemporary east and south Wardi regional adornment). Erub's wearing of tattoos (stylized paired lions across the back with their tails looping around to the chest) is an obsolete practice, and the form of headband Janes wears is now considered women's dress.

This post is not actually about them.

SWORN BROTHERHOOD IN IMPERIAL WARDIN: A POST:

Sworn brotherhood is both a ceremonial rite and a legal institution in contemporary Imperial Wardin. Progenitor variants of this practice occur or are attested to in all historical human inhabitants of the region (Wardi, Wogan, Cholemdinae, and Hill Tribes); where and from whom these traditions originated is unclear. In most cases, its historical function was as a form of allyship between larger groups of people (powerful families, tribes, occasionally entire kingdoms) via two men as a proxy, but its contemporary Imperial Wardi function is much smaller in scale has a heavily diminished role in politics.

The core function of sworn brotherhood is to both spiritually and legally bind unrelated men as kin. Similar rites involving the physical exchange of blood are used in marriage ceremonies and formal adoptions, for much the same purpose of kin-making. A person's blood is regarded as housing their living spirit, and thus to share it binds spirits together that would not already be bound by biological kinship. The contemporary variant of this practice emerged primarily between warriors/soldiers as means of establishing security for their families should one member of the brotherhood die prematurely, and to encourage loyalty and strong partnerships for mutual defense in combat.

It is an oath of exceptional loyalty and friendship, establishing mutual devotion in allyship and accepting the same duties and responsibilities to a compatriot that are otherwise only expected of blood relatives. The physical exchange maintains this bind tightly and ensures its lasting endurance. This bond provides a sense of spiritual security and will persist after death- if one brother dies alone and unburned, the other may be able to find his soul and help guide it away to the afterlife.

This rite establishes kinship in a very practical legal sense. Each brother is sworn into the other’s family, with most of the obligations implied. Each brother is sworn to familial duties towards the other’s parents- providing for them in old age, defending their status and honor and providing retribution for damages, and serving roles in certain familial rites.

Each brother’s wife and children is considered legally under the care of the other- if one brother dies, the other is in charge of filling practical obligations of a husband/father in continuing to provide for them for life, or otherwise arranging a new marriage or (if he is unwed) marrying the widow himself. He remains in control of the wife's assets, inheritance, and children unless or until she is passed into the care of another man. This is considered legally enforceable, and overrides any objections of the wife's father (who will have already lost his legal authority over her in handing her out in marriage). The wife has no direct say in this matter (and does not in general, with women being legally under near-complete authority of their father or husband).

These familial duties are required on part of each brother, but not strictly required to be requited by their family members. A family patriarch can refuse kinship to an unwanted son-in-blood, or accept one the rest of his family does not, and can enforce this decision on his wife, daughters, and any underage sons, having ultimate authority over their formal relationships. When accepted, a son-in-blood will usually receive a formal place in his new extended family's inheritance (usually treated as a youngest son). A son-in-blood is very occasionally adopted as a formal heir, though typically only in cases where a father's biological sons die prematurely (especially given this can cause complicated situations in terms of which family name the son-in-blood is bound to).

The rite of sworn brotherhood is accomplished in stages and with the assistance of a priest (generally those devoted to Ganmache, which presides over most domestic kinship affairs). Both men are blessed and purified by the priest and garbed in simple robes, and will then recite a lengthy, formal oath before God to declare allyship and swear to all expected duties as kin. The second half is done in privacy. Both men will remove their robes, with the metaphysical vulnerability of nudity under a mutual gaze allowing for the transformative effects of the rite. Each slices the palm of their hand deeply enough for blood to run and drains it into a bowl of wine. The oaths are then repeated, with remaining blood being smudged onto prayer parchment and cast into fire as an offering. The wine is then consumed by both, physically imbibing each other's blood/spirit to seal the rites. Most variants also include additional matched scarification in a prominent location (usually the forehead)- the intentional violation of the body via permanent modification, displayed prominently on the body to the public gaze, acts as a constant enforcement of the bond.

This rite is only strictly required to be performed once, though in practice is generally repeated on a yearly basis (as most rites with permanent effects are- the world's movements are cyclical and impermanent, the only permanency is in repetition).

The practice is regarded as an ideal of platonic affection between men. The family as a social unit is of vital importance in this cultural sphere, and inducting an unrelated man as one's kin is an ultimate, idealized display of loyalty and friendship. This practice may be notably attractive to men in romantic partnerships with other men, as it allows for a lifelong commitment to an unrelated man, comparable in many ways to a marriage. Though (like most male relationships) sworn brotherhoods are de-facto expected to be non-sexual, as it is a relationship between equals, a circumstance wholly out of the accepted realm of male homosexual behavior (you should not want to 'shame' your sworn brother). The vast majority of these brotherhoods are platonic.

No comparable rite exists in an official capacity for women, akoshos, or eunuchs (largely due to its place surrounding men’s roles as family patriarchs), though some may undertake similar rites to accomplish the same spiritual kinship results (without the legal benefits).

[bubblemixer]

My favorite type of H Potter fanfic is where Harry can resist the imperious because he’d never felt that happy and carefree in his whole life, so something must be wrong

I love it when characters are immune to psychic attacks/emotional manipulation magic/psychoactive drugs or whatever, but for DEEPLY mentally ill reasons.

Fear gas? I already have an anxiety disorder. Also you don't know the meaning of fear until you have a category 5 autism event in the middle of a social scene and know you'll get severely punished if you act out

Depression aura? Bitch I live an economically productive, nutritionally balanced and physically active life that other people rely on like this.

Haunted? How would my ADHD ass even know?

Pain machine? Hm. If your machine's "10/10" is my "4", I should probably talk to my doctor about better meds.

Oh, we're all mutually unintelligible? This is Tuesday with Autism and Audio Processing issues.

There's something very cathartic about a character facing down the horrors and laughing because the antagonist can't even get close to what they already live with.

[lanabenikosdoormat]

everytime i draw jed he looks completely different

[netmors]

I like you idea of Karyn Faro and the Eleventh Fleet defecting to the New Republic. Do you think you can do a artwork of Karyn Faro in her NR uniform, from head to toe?

[arimabari]

one of those days where I am overcome with the violent urge to put together a timeline of Imperial fashion that seamlessly incorporates Oblivion's totally-not-LOTR lore changes

[rapha-reads]

Me every year or so since 2016: gods damn, Rogue One fucks hard. Damn. Best Star Wars movie ever, no I don't make the rule.

And in the light of current events, you know, I feel like it's even more important to remember: the Empire will brand the Resistance as terrorists. It's your job to remember that rebellions are built on hope for the future of a freed galaxy. Don't lower your head and ignore the imperialist flags in the air. Pick a blaster and burn the fucking shackles to cinder.

Be one with the Force (collective solidarity) and the Force will be with you (collective freedom).

(Andor season 2 when?)

[madeleineengland]

Curse of Golden Flower (2006)

[roses-of-the-romanovs]

The Unlucky Name of Alexandra

"Many people have expressed surprise that one of the little Grand Duchesses was not called Victoria or Alexandra. The Russian Church only allows names which exist in the language. Victoria does not exist, though Victor does; Alexandra is considered very unlucky for the Romanoff family.

"The Emperor Paul had a daughter named Alexandra. Her life was short, but troubled. When she was about seventeen years of age her grandmother, Catherine II., arranged a marriage for her with the King of Sweden. The wedding-day arrived ... The bridegroom suddenly declared to his gentlemen that he could not and would not go on with the marriage ...

" ... she never recovered the shock, and died broken-hearted at nineteen [correction: seventeen] years of age.

"Nicholas I. had a very beautiful daughter named Alexandra. ... She died of scarlatina before she was twenty years of age. ...

"Alexandra II. [sic] had a daughter of the name; she died in childhood; a pretty golden-haired child she was, judging by her portrait. A little blue silk frock which she used to wear is still shown in the Winter Palace.

"Other branches of the family had also Alexandras, but in no case did they live to be twenty-one years of age."

– Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

[lewdcookies]

Speaking of photoshop and memes, I have also done a lot of non-campaign related Warhammer memes over the past years.

Like a lot.

Once again featuring far too much art from @norkoartstuff.

2021:

2022:

2023:

Like a lot.

Once again featuring far too much art from @norkoartstuff.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

"Trespassers Bane"

Art for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

Art by Opus Artz

[witchoftheouachitas]

A spell against Arkansas' forced birther Christofascists:

Death and destruction shall inevitably come to Christofascist AR Rep. Mary Bentley, Little Rock pastor Crystal Maynard, her husband, and all who support that stupid “Baby Olivia Bill.” Sarah Huckabee Sanders, AG Tim Griffin, former AG Leslie Rutledge, Jason Rapert, and all their associates too. Immediately, the death and destruction of all who support any anti-abortion legislation, including that stupid “Baby Olivia Bill,” shall begin immediately. Urgently now begins the purge, the mass deaths, and complete destruction of all anti-abortionists and all anti-abortion legislation of Arkansas. Death and destruction to all those “pro-life” Christofascist pigs who get off on little girls forced to breed. Death and destruction to all those “pro-life” Christofascist pigs who get off on victims of rape forced to breed their worthless rapists’ spawns. Pain, suffering, tribulation, wrath, and painful, agonizing death to all these evil, despicable, abominable, worthless Christofascist, Zionist pigs who idolize the aborted dead while ceaselessly neglecting the millions of already-born, already-alive babies and children who are actively starving, homeless, under persecution, dying from preventable disease, enslaved to forced labor, enslaved to sexual labor, and so much more indignity. The forced birther community simply enables the oppression of millions of already-born, oxygen-breathing children worldwide with their so-called "pro-life" shtick. All forced birther fascists shall be annihilated immediately.

[skitskatdacat63]

Looking at the Austrian crown: 🥰😁😊😚😍

Drawing the Austrian crown: 😟☹️😥😢😰

Please someone save me, why did I do this to myself, look at this thing

[kuroneko1815]

Coming of age talks

Because of all the coming of age talk, I remember something I wrote for @eloise175 about a conversation between the Imperial family about their coming of ages. Based on her version of the Imperial family’s composition. I just decided to expound on this.

As Judith’s coming of age drew closer, or rather, as the year turned and she had reached the midpoint of her seventeenth year, the preparation began in earnest. This was a day that her parents had been planning on since her birth. On her father’s part, it was one filled with dread and grudging acceptance that she was no longer the baby he carried around every where.

For her mother, it was a reminder that the years had turned and was another milestone for her to mark the passing of years and her eldest child’s life. A life that her parents had sworn would be nothing like what they had lived through. It was much in the same way her parents had begun to plan for all of the milestones of each of their children practically since birth. A golden and flowery life mapped out for them, filled with nothing but love and laughter.

During one particular dinner, the topic turned to their parents own respective coming of age celebrations. There was a long pause from their Mama and Servant. The two shared a look with one another.

Servant coughed. “Well, I didn’t have the traditional coming of age ceremony. We were at war and I came of age on the battlefield, and to celebrate it, I burned an entire capital city to the ground after they refused to yield. And then my men plied me with lots of alcohol and tried to send some camp followers my way.” He said, reminiscing the past.

“Oh really? You never told me that last part.” Mama said with a bite in her tone.

“Well, nothing happened. I made it clear that I’d cut up any woman that tried to follow me to my tent.”

There was a silence throughout the dining room table as the children looked at their father in disbelief and with quite a lot of dubiousness, still unwilling to believe their father’s old reputation. “And what about you, Mama?” Rigel asked innocently.

“I heard it was so beautiful.” Judith said in a whisper.

“I heard it was memorable for an incident.” Kayden replied.

“Oh, what incident?” Dante, ever the troublemaker asked.

Eden looked on in curiosity. “Was it something bad?”

Their mother bit her lip. “Well, it was a lovely ceremony. I wore a dress your father gifted to me, but we had quarrelled before that and were on a break so I really didn’t want him to attend the ceremony, he still came, of course. But I tried to hurry him along so that I wouldn’t have to talk to him. And the incident was due to the demon Laila that crashed the event.”

“Oh…” The children all said.

Their father snorted. “On a break?”

And then he continued on. “You left out a lot of details, love. Like how you rejected my marriage proposal, which was, now that I think back on it, utterly ridiculous and I couldn’t fault you for it. Broke up with me. And… the grand prize of it all, you got poisoned and nearly died in my arms, and was in a state of life or death for days on end.”

The children all turned to their mother in horror as if to reassure themselves that she was really here and alive. That their beloved Mama was alright after such an ordeal.

Their Mama glared at Servant. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell them that!”

And then she turned to them with a smile. “Don’t worry, sweethearts.” Mama said. “Nothing like that will happen on your birthdays.”

“Yes, you’ll all have celebrations that would be talked about for years.” Servant said.

-

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On Crown Princess Judith’s birthday, the celebration was exceptionally exquisite. There could be no fault found in anything. And it was clear that the Imperial family had not scrimped on any aspect of the celebration.

The former Duke cried on as he toasted his eldest granddaughter’s entry into adulthood with wistful cheer, only occasionally ranting about the wretched Emperor who had tricked his beloved daughter into marriage. The Emperor took it all in stride, turning it all back to remind them that the Empress had happily chosen him and had been the reason why a wedding needed to be planned in haste.

At the end of the celebration, a marvellous cake was brought out, layers upon layers towering over everyone. Just as the Crown Princess was about to cut a small piece of it. Her twin siblings who had been elbowing one another had accidentally pushed each other too hard and Dante careened forward into the base of the cake, toppling it over and nearly killing people as they all scrambled away from the giant mass of sweet confection.

The Imperial couple could only look on with a sigh that turned into a small giggle.

-

-

On Prince Kayden’s coming of age, a winter storm came out of nowhere and had trapped everyone within the palace. Fortunately, they were able to accommodate everyone within its halls, with great difficulty. The Emperor had decided to ply everyone with alcohol to ensure they would have a good time.

If a few people snuck off somewhere only to be hastily married a few weeks later and a few children were born nine months after the Prince’s coming of age, well… wasn’t that all a coincidence?

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During the twins’ birthday, Prince Dante and Princess Eden had, with their first bit of alcohol secretly given to them earlier in the day by their Uncle Reynold, decided to challenge one another to a drinking contest. Normal people would have died by the quantities they’d imbibed in but they were dragon blooded, it was no more than a buzz for them.

If they were a bit chatty, then there was nothing wrong with that. If they were a wee bit too friendly, that was fine too. And then came the toasts and more alcohol in their cups. The hotheaded twins had then gotten it into their mind to challenge each other with displays of magic and had, as a result, nearly burned down the palace with a bout of pyromania.

The Empress wasn’t amused, the Emperor was merely angry that he hadn’t been the one to give the twins their first sip of alcohol as he’d done for Judith and Kadyen. Lord Reynold Eckhart, was subsequently banned from the Imperial palace for two months, and was sent away by his brother and father to some remote property to repent and reflect on his actions.

He came back exactly two months later with a baby that no one could account for (not even him because he’d been drunk), and a donkey. (The baby was subsequently returned to it’s birth parents and he was sent to another place to reflect and repent once more, the donkey came with him).

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Penelope had been truly dedicated in the idea that nothing, absolutely nothing, would go wrong for her baby boy’s birthday. All of her older children had mishaps on their coming of age ceremonies, but she swore that Rigel wouldn’t have any such thing happen. This was her last chance at throwing a flawless celebration.

And it would have been perfect, had not the Prince in question been a mage with a particular affinity to animals. And as though to celebrate with them, the animals all came in, storming the celebration hall at his call and had cuddled him, nuzzling into his side.

The Empress could only smile serenely as the onlookers looked on in disbelief. Yes, of course, she gave up. This was something that would happen. It almost seemed as though their family was cursed.

“Cheer up, Love.” Callisto told her. “At least people will remember and talk about it for years to come. Well, talk about all of their celebrations, not just this one.”

[c0rpseductor]

i get the impulse as a reactionary thing given garleans are big evil in ffxiv but also whenever someone from the imperial core goes on and on about how they should have been allowed to humiliate the garleans in enw and yell at them and hold ideology over their head while providing humanitarian aid and kill em all and etc it's really funny. mad because you have the exact same delusion of moral impunity from the consequences of violence granted by your supposed superiority aren't you