#like there’s the golden trio and the silver trio and the bronze trio…

[percyposting]

Oh it’s pride month well here’s the three guys you see under the dictionary definition of homosexual

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter six

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+ content, light smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of curses and dark magic

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You both silently stared at eachother, surrounded by the knickknacks in the Room of Requirement.

"You look like you're thinking awfully hard." you say in a teasing whisper.

"I'm trying to figure out if that really just happened, or if the weed has fogged up my brain." he replies in with a huffed laugh. You laugh and step a little closer to him so that you're chest to chest and you stare up into his eyes as you smile. Gods, he was so fucking tall.

I can assure you, it was very real.

He smirked.

So you wouldn't mind if I did it again?

He kissed you with fervour. You felt insatiable; you felt like an addict, longing for more of his touch.

Mattheo. He groaned when you mentally whined his name.

You sound so pretty, sweetheart.

His hands trailed from your hips to your shoulders, until they cradled your face, bringing you even closer so he could deepen the kiss. Then, almost as if he didn't know where to settle them, his hands trailed back down, past your hips to the curve of your bum, cupping the underside of your thighs.

"Jump for me." he mumbles as his grip tightens. You do as he says and he brings your face to his level, causing your arms to briefly squeeze at his shoulders before you loosen them and bring your palms to cradle his face, angling your's to a better position. He groans, moving his lips to the long column of your neck; you tilt your head to the side to give him more access.

You drive me mad, sweetheart. Gods I don't think I'll ever be able to stop.

Then don't. You whimper as his teeth graze a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Tell me you want this." he mumbles, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin.

"I want this- Gods I want you so badly." your reply is delayed as you lose yourself in the euphoric feeling of him. Suddenly you're spun around and dropped, rather unceremoniously, on the plush velvet cushions of the chaise lounge that Mattheo was utilising before you came in; he was towering over you, leaning on his strong forearms that were positioned on either side of your head.

He presses forward and kisses your lips softly, gently trailing them down your chin, to your neck, his body moving to hover over your's so that his hands could toy with the fabric of your blue and bronze tie. Silently asking if he can remove the obstacle in the form of your school uniform and you happily oblige, shoving away at your robe sleeves as he meticulously undoes the knot of your tie. You repeat the same motion with the emerald and silver tie donning his collar and fight to remove the buttons from the holes of his shirt which leaves an open view of his stunningly sculpted abdominals that ripple against supple, tanned skin.

Patience, sweetheart. He says, his voice echoing in every crevice of your mind. Smooth and silky like honey.

He kisses you again before his mouth travels south, his fingers deftly removing your arms from the sleeves of your shirt once he got the buttons undone.

"Gods. You're a criminal for hiding all of this from me, sweetheart." He mumbles into the skin of your collarbone, onyx eyes staring up at you under his long lashes, desire deepening steadily.

You furrow your brows. "What?"

He sucks a deep mark into your skin before soothing it with his tongue.

"Your body is divine, Meadow." he groans as he kisses along the strap of your bra, one hand travelling behind your back and lifting your body up, with your help, so that he can unclip it, with unsurprisingly accurate precision.

Mattheo moves even further down your body, hands beginning to massage the sensitive skin of your thighs as he spreads them apart, flipping the fabric of your skirt up. He's pressing kisses at your naval now, following a path from the bottom of your belly button to the edge of your panties. He huffs a laugh at the fact that you had coincidentally decided on wearing a lacy dark green pair that day.

Piss off. Your voice is a low grumble in the forefront of his mind, which only makes him laugh more. But he sobers quickly, pressing a kiss to where your clit sits under the cover of your panties. He teases you like that for a long minute: presses kisses to and massages the sensitive area, watching you with hawk-like eyes as you squirm under his hold.

Your whines and moans spurred him on, so he continued until you were practically begging for him to do something...anything more.

"What's the magic word, sweetheart?" he teases, his voice a low, taunting rasp.

"Please." you mumble with a whimper. Matt-"

That's seemingly all it takes for his resolve to crack and he practically tears the underwear from your body, throwing up somewhere behind him. Immediately, he buries his face in your core, using his tongue to lap up the wetness that had begun to pool there, thumb brushing sensually against your clit.

Gods. You're so wet. 'S this all for me? You can't see his expression from where he's devouring you whole, but you can feel and hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yes!" He was so good. So effortlessly good that you didn't know if you'd exclaimed out loud or in your head. It was so overwhelmingly good.

He lapped at your centre like you were the first meal he'd had in days, and when you felt a familiar tightening in your core, he seemed to become more feral, transcending from a man starved, to something entirely more alluring.

When he used two of his fingers to scissor you open while his thumb nimbly rubbed fast circles on your clit, you came with a shout, curling over his body, and yanking at the mop of unruly black curls atop his head. He groaned and you keened from the overstimulation as he carried on, speed increasing in fervour as he kissed, sucked and licked at your most sensitive parts.

"Matt- Théo, please! T-too much! Ah!" you were reduced to a babbling and whining mess as he took his fill from you, hands tracing soothing circles against your thighs as he brought you through your climax.

When he finally relented, you were panting from exhaustion, eyes glazed with lust and skin shiny with sweat. When you looked at him, you all but melted into a puddle of desire: his mouth and chin was slick with your cum and he was slowly sucking the fingers he'd had inside you, not thirty seconds ago. Gods he was so fucking attractive.

You weren't even ashamed to be openly oggling him as he used his discarded wand to summon a couple flannels to clean you both up.

"You taste heavenly, sweetheart." he mumbles as he presses another kiss to your lips. You moan when you taste yourself on his tongue. You want more. You want him.

"No. The first time I fuck you will be in a bed, sweetheart. Not some old chaise lounge in the middle of a room that anyone can walk into." he says with a smirk as you narrow your eyes at him, but your face only holds a sort of satiated amusement.

"Get out of my head, you dick." you let out an airy giggle as he flicks your forehead lightly.

It all feels so...domestic. Completely flipping what you thought you knew about him. But you suppose you'd learnt more about him in the weeks you'd spent in his presence than you had in the entire almost six years you'd been at Hogwarts.

You'd never seen this side of him before, however.

"If you tell a soul, I'll have to do unspeakable things to you." he says, smirking as he unapologetically rifles through your recent thoughts, but you find that you really don't care.

"What sort of unspeakable things?" you ask, a teasing lilt to your tone.

He only chuckles, that wicked smirk gracing his features.

"One day, you'll find out, but not today. We need to talk." The serious tone of his voice washes away any of the warm, bubbly feelings you had garnered at his response to a possible repeat of whatever had just transpired. Sobering you up from your lust-driven state immediately.

~∞~

As you both go through the motions of sorting yourselves out properly, you're relieved that the atmosphere, at the very least, isn't an awkward one. Once you're in your uniform once again, creases smoothed out, tie neat and pristine, arms folded across your chest, Mattheo guides you through the meandering trails that littered the Room of Requirement, until you come across something akin to a library – towering bookshelves and a cosy looking sofa, complete with an old mahogany coffee table.

"Sit down, Princess." he says softly, and you do as he says, watching as he walks to the nearest bookshelf and reaches for a book on a particularly high shelf, titled A History of Curses and Dark Magic, Volume Three.

"What are we going to read eachother post-coital stories now too?" you scoff with an unsatisfied scowl on your face.

"Not quite." he chuckles at your put-out expression. "I've spent the last week researching different curses and forms of detecting dark magic." He sits beside you, thigh brushing against your's. "And I think I've found out what's happening to you."

Curiously you take the book from his hand. It was old, heavy. The pages were beginning to brown and tear at the edges, the spine cracked insurmountably.

"What did you find out?" you ask, turning to look at him, to find him staring at the column of your neck, where he'd left a mirage of love bites and hickeys. You smirk as he mumbles a basic healing charm, watching the way his face sours when the marks magically fade away.

"Can you show me what happened when Dumbledore gave you the ring you told me about?" he questions, bumping his thigh to your's. "Open your your mind to that memory, like I taught you."

You do as he says, closing your eyes and allowing the vivid memory to take ahold in your mind, your own voice a distorted echo as you feel Mattheo's presence permeating the memory.

"Interesting." Dumbledore says as he pulls an old signet ring from his deep robe pocket, holding it out for you to take. You watch imperceptibly as Mattheo narrows his eyes on the ring, his ring.

"Can you tell me what you feel when you touch this, please?" Dumbledore's voice echoes in your mind. You do as he says and take the ring into your hands. Twisting it around your fingers, allowing your magic to swirl around it before it burns your fingers. You drop it in an instant. That same cold, tingling feeling you felt when Blaise rotated the necklace washed over you right afterward.

"It's cursed?" you asked, looking up at the Headmaster for confirmation, who is staring at you with knowing, inquisitive eyes.

"Something like that, yes." he says, his decaying hand twitches in response. You watch as the ring seems to vibrate in your lap, something that was amiss to you in the original moment.

You suck in a breathe when you're both forced from the memory. Mattheo is looking between you and the book curiously.

"The way your magic surrounded the ring. It's beautiful." he says. "It's one of seven, you know. I have one and the other five are in the manor."

The signet ring on his hand, that you never seemed to notice before, glints in the dim light of the room, the insignia is identical to the one in Dumbledore's possession.

"Seven rings?"

"No, seven heirlooms. Two rings and five other things that I've never been allowed to touch. They're all quite ugly actually, never had any use for them."

"I don't think the ring is ugly." you say, taking ahold of his hand to bring the ring closer to your face. "It's weird. I felt the energy in the one Dumbledore gave me the second he walked into the room, as well as in the memory itself. This one feels....lifeless."

"The book says it has something to do with different magical cores." Mattheo explains and you nod in understanding.

"You can do wandless magic just as well as you can do non-verbal magic." a statement, not a question. as if he already knows the answer and just wants to hear proof. "But wandless magic takes even the greatest witch or wizard years to master." he continues. "I've seen your development. It took you mere months to master that skill."

"Stalking me now, Riddle?" you tease, but when he doesn't entertain your jokes, your smirk drops. "What are you insinuating?"

"Where do you draw your magic from when you perform wandless magic?"

It's a bit of a taboo in the wizarding world. If you told your friends about the source of power you use, you'd surely be looked at like you were insane, specifically by Hermione who would've surely come across this sort of thing in her mountains of extracurricular reading. But you had grown frustrated when the only progress you'd made upon teaching yourself the throes of wandless magic, was lifting a quill an inch into the air for less than a second. The magic you utilised instead is highly unstable when used incorrectly, and it's borderline illegal in the minds of few people, namely those in the Ministry who specialised in Magical Cores. It teetered on the edge of unassailable power – something most people wouldn't dare mess with.

"I draw it from the air." you mumble, turning away from him, ashamed. "I know it's unconventional. I tried using my own magical core, but it never seemed to work. I did it on accident the first time, but I was successful. Then when I tried again the conventional way, it didn't work. I don't abuse the power, only borrow."

He tilts his head as realisation seems to seep into his features.

"Show me?" he asks, squeezes softly your hand with his large one that you're still holding, unconsciously.

You nod, hesitantly shifting your gaze to the book in his lap. You focus on drawing from the energy surrounding the old hardback, watching as the swirls of your magic, invisible to the boy beside you, intertwined with with potent magic supplied by the Room's core. You felt a rush of power surge through you as the book begin to levitate from Mattheo's lap, only to fly into your awaiting palm. You inhaled sharply at the prickly feeling the magic left coarsing through your veins.

"Incredible." he mumbles as he stares between his lap and the book that you now had in your grip. "And you did that using the magic in the air, not your own?"

You nod. "It always leaves a minute lasting effect afterwards, sort of like a consequence of using another magical source. There has to be a balance. If I do it too much I begin to feel a little dizzy, but I've never fainted like I did in the Wing last week."

"I was right." he mutters to himself, nodding his head, his lips quirking. You raise a brow at him.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" you question, sarcastically.

"You're a syphon, love."

You sit there for a moment, silently contemplating his words. A syphon. A rare ability among few witches over the centuries; even rarer than a seer.

"How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"I wasn't sure until you showed me how you draw power from the air around you."

When your face drops to a confused frown he draws your body into his, lifting you so that you're sat on his lap, facing him.

"Listen. This isn't a bad thing. It's far from a bad thing. Trust me, sweetheart." he reassures. It's obvious to you that he knows something that you don't.

"What aren't you telling me?" you mumble, hands reaching to mess with the curls at the nape of his neck.

"When its safe for you to know, I'll tell you I promise. But for the sake of saving my friends-"

"And you." you interrupt, but he only shakes his head.

"For the sake of my friends, I can't tell you until the time is right."

"And when will that be? After you ghost me for another week? A month?" you sigh. "Is that what you're going to do when we walk out of here?"

He sighs deeply, his hold on your hips tightening ever so slightly as he brings you closer to him.

"That was a mistake on my part, sweetheart. You make me feel things that I was certain I wouldn't ever feel. I'm truely sorry."

He seals the apology with a long, breathtaking kiss, which momentarily leaves you unable to speak.

~∞~

Some hours later, you're sat beside Hermione at the Gryffindor table for dinner, Harry sat opposite you both. Ron was further down the table with Lavender Brown practically in his lap, the former of your friends sending poorly hidden glares his way.

"How's befriending Professor Slughorn going, Harold?" you ask, taking a sip out of your bronze goblet. After Dumbledore's visit last week, you sought out your three friends and demanded answers regarding Slughorn and Harry. But much like you, Dumbledore wasn't being as straightforward with the Chosen One as he thought he would be, especially after the miscommunication of last year, which inadvertently got Harry's Godfather killed.

"Not brilliantly." Harry mumbled as he stabbed his fork into his chicken.

Hermione scoffed.

"He's completely understating." she said. "It's going abysmally."

"Well, what methods have you used to get the information?" you ask, incredulously. How difficult was it to get information out of a man who spent his free time in the pub drinking away his sobriety?

Harry stammered as he tried to think of a reply and you balked at him.

"You didn't just outright ask him did you? Harry are you an idiot?" He gaped at you as Hermione snickered behind her goblet.

"Dumbledore showed me the half-memory that Slughorn gave him. There's a vital piece of information missing." he cringed as your face morphed into further disbelief. He knew that you knew he'd done the complete opposite of the logical thing to do.

"Don't tell me you tried to play out the memory with him, when Voldemort's own son could have been eavesdropping from fifty feet away?" you snapped, feeling entirely not guilty for dragging Mattheo's name into it. What does that say about the person you've began transitioning into?

"I'm not an idiot." he ignored your deadpan look, shaking his head he rambled on. "I sought him out after our last potions lesson, when everyone had left."

He stopped abruptly, turning to Hermione who, in turn, swivelled to face you.

"Speaking of Riddle," she started. "You weren't in the library earlier when I went to find you. Actually, I haven't seen you since after Ancient Runes after lunch."

"You're name wasn't on the map." Harry accused, eyes narrowing behind his thin wire glasses. "Riddle's wasn't either."

"Why were you in the Room of Requirement with him?" Hermione asked gently, as if she were trying to coax a misbehaving child to fess up information.

Internally, you were beginning to panic; the lies and excuses you'd been sporting for Mattheo's sake fizzling out by the seams. Your heart was irratic and you would've confessed there and then, had it not been for the calming presence of Mattheo's magical core in your mind.

What's wrong sweetheart, you look like you're going to pop a blood vessell.

Charming, Matt truly. You snark and he chuckles in your mind before his presence washes a feeling of seriousness over you.

What's wrong? He's insistent.

They're suspicious of us. Of why we were in the Come and Go room together.

How did they know about that?

That isn't important. You weren't stupid enough to give away one of Harry's best assets. What do I tell them without having to lie. I can't bare to lie again.

He's silent for a moment and you internally curse him as Harry and Hermione seem to be berating you, but you hear none of it, focusing on the pulsing of Mattheo's magic as he takes his sweet time to respond.

Tell them what you were doing. Say that you were annoyed by my avoidance; that it interrupted your schedule; that I was taking advantage of your time.

Harry was in the middle of a they-are-all-Death-Eaters spiel when you interrupted him to finally answer after what had only been a few moments.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Harry. I've been tutoring him since the start of the year. Which you both already knew." you send a look towards Hermione, who shrinks away. "He's been avoiding me all week – Rowena knows why – so I made Theo tell me where he was."

You stifled a laugh when Theo dropped his fork under the deathly glare that Mattheo sent his way.

Behave. You mentally slap him.

He smirked wickedly at you.

"He was probably doing his father's bidding." Harry spat.

"Maybe. But he needs a stellar Ancient Runes grade if he wants Theo to keep him on the Quidditch team. I'm doing Teddy a favour, nothing more." you reassure, and while it was only a half-lie, the guilt ate away at you all the same.

The pair seemed to sigh in tandem before Hermione turned to you, apology written all over her face. The guilt seemed to intensify.

"Just–" she paused, glancing over at the Slytherin table momentarily. "Just be careful will you? I don't want you to get hurt."

"I am being careful Mione, don't worry about me." you smile, but your pretty sure that, and judging by her unconvincing glance shared with your friend, she doesn't believe a word you say.

And after what happened in the Room that could grant you whatever you wished for, you weren't so believing in your resolve either.

~∞~

wasn't actually planning on writing smut this early but it kind of just happened lol this ones quite a long one, but i had a lot of things to add for the plot

sidenote; ive finally started reading acotar after its been on my tiktok fyp for time and low-key i see why i dnf'd the first time i tried reading it😭 but im speeding through it actually - im on like chapter 20 i think

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[missterious-figure]

I've been in a lizard/dinosaur mood for some reason... I turned the peacock boys into iguanas... Tehe!

I imagine they have similar personalities to the original trio, but they are a little more chill... kinda. They have a slower metabolism, but can be a "little" more active around y/n.

Sun is a sassy bastard. he's prized for his golden dorsal spines, as they can be cut off without harm (note: I don't think that is actually true for real iguanas, but whatever) His favorite fruit is banana.

Moon is still a gremlin, and is most likely to become aggressive for no reason. Like his brother, he is prized for his silver spines. His favorite fruit is starfruit.

Eclipse is more mature and mellow. But that doesn't stop him from being a menace. Like the other two, he is prized for his bronze spines. However, sometimes, one or two will grow metallic red with pink edges. His favorite fruit is coconut.

The three can not only climb well and run fast, they are really good at swimming. Meaning y/n has nowhere to hide. The boys have been reported to be a little spicy when they have y/n cornered. Relentlessly flirting and showing off their dewlaps (the fleshy flag some lizards have on their throats to show off to mates, effectively being a "peacock tail" for lizards. *Wink wink*)

[theflashjaygarrick]

I've decided to start calling Hal Jordan, Dinah Lance and Oliver Queen DC's Bronze Trinity. The Green Arrow/Green Lantern they were in popularised much of the defining features of Bronze Age comics and Ollie and Dinah really became more defined and unique characters through the series. And I feel like as a trio they often are overlooked.

That makes Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman the Golden Trinity because they are some of the most influential and long lasting Golden Age heroes. Also they are the gold standard of DC superheroes.

Still deciding who the silver trinity is.

[could-they-win-jungle-run]

Welcome to Jungle Run!

This is an incredibly self-indulgent blog where I post polls of trios and you vote whether they would win the golden monkey or not. The golden monkey is the top prize, and your team must use your speed and wits to get to it in time.

Now, wtf is Jungle Run?

Jungle run is a game show that aired 1999-2006 where a group of kids do challenges and are rewarded with monkey statues. Each monkey statue gives them 10 seconds in the final temple where they have up to 3 minutes to complete 4 challenges. After completing each challenge they will get, in order: The Stone monkey, Bronze monkey, Silver monkey and the Golden monkey.

The goal is to get as many monkeys as you can, and bring them out with you before you run out of time and the door to the temple closes.

You can watch the first episode on youtube (and many more)!

The voting options

Yes, with the golden monkey They have enough time to complete all the challenges, take each monkey and get out before the door closes

No, they lose at the final riddle and get silver The final challenge in this season is to solve an easy question with a 5-letter answer, and each person has to stand on the right letter at the same time (on different platforms) to spell the answer.

No, they lose at the cog puzzle and get bronze A lot of kids have lost to the cog puzzle. You have to use your smarts to put a few cogs in the right place so you can spin them and make the door open.

No, they lose at the jigsaw puzzle and get stone A surprising amount of kids lose to the jigsaw puzzle. It's a large 6-piece puzzle. There are faint marks that show where each piece goes. You probably lose here if you're panicking, uncoordinated, or have never done a jigsaw puzzle in your life.

No, they lose at the ball maze and get nothing The "ball maze" means they have to tilt a platform with a maze and a ball in it until the ball goes into the hole, similar to the Myahm Agana Shrine in BOTW.

No, they run out of time and get locked in It doesn't matter how many monkeys they got, because they didn't make it out in time. Maybe they got too greedy or were too slow.

Submission rules

Of course you can submit your own trios to compete. Here are the rules:

Submit through my ask box! You can include a picture and/or propaganda if you want.

They should be a trio. I can make occasional exceptions if it's a 4 person group (because early jungle run had groups of 4!) and maybe if it's a funny "could they solo jungle run". But generally just 3 characters. Also, they don't have to be associated in canon, you can make up any team you like.

Any ages are ok, even though it's a game meant for kids.

Real people are allowed at my discretion.

dividers used are by plum98.

[thewisecheerio]

Elden Ring's Three-Fathered Orion

Maaaaaybe Moquelladahn is just supposed to be a representation of the philosophical child. The filius philosophorum is one of the end products of alchemy and the "child" of philosophers studying it, created by the merging of many ideas into one whole and final philosophy. It is sometimes represented by Orion, born of three fathers.

Elden Ring is rife with allusions to alchemy. Different viewpoints are symbolized by metallic elements and alloys: the Golden Order of Marika, the silver teardrops of the Eternal Cities, the bronze-tinged "grace" of the Forbidden Lands, or the "unalloyed" gold needle distinct from gold itself.

Marika/Radagon are the white queen and red king that make up the divine rebis. Messmer (as Base Serpent) is easily read as Mercurius, the binding void.

The Giant's Forge is itself a crucible shape, i.e. a melding cup for alloys. The Crucible Age itself is a reference to the melding of metals.

It's everywhere.

Alchemy likes to use Greek allusions to represent things, such as the caduceus representing Mercury/Mercurius, who is himself a stand-in for the element mercury.

So perhaps we should look to other alchemical metaphors to explain this final boss, too. Maybe the disappointment that is Moquelladahn is simply the three-fathered Orion. Orion is sometimes used as a way of representing the philosophical child. And the melded persona that is Moquelladahn indeed has three fathers, having required Mohg, Miquella, and Radahn to create.

So maybe those of us disappointed with this oddball pairing (trio-ing? polycule?) can stop wringing our hands over the in-universe lore, and simply breathe easy knowing that the pervasive alchemy metaphor is what got the story here.

[rhea-tooshiesty]

alright guys hear me out. idk if this has been determined yet but what if

we call the group from “Hogwarts Legacy” just “The Legacies”

like how we have “Marauders”, “golden trio”, “slytherin gang” “silver trio” “bronze trio”.

like, i’m thinking the hogwarts legacy kids could be called the legacies.

[cocoabubbelle]

Unpopular Opinion:

I like Bruce Wayne/Batman and all, but I can’t help but roll my eyes whenever DC does some alternative continuities and of all the heroes that become more antagonistic, he comes out unscathed and is one of the most irrevocably good guys that has to take it upon himself to fight his former friends/associates/family.

(Spoilers under the cut.)

Earth 2? That’s mostly Thomas Wayne junior after the first crisis.

The Batman who Laughs? That’s pretty much The Joker injecting a portion of himself into Bruce’s brain and overriding/mutating his personality.

Justice Lords? I don’t know much about their comic versions if they have one, but in the JSL Animated Series, the Batman of that world was the one who redeemed himself and turned against his team mates.

Injustice? Batman will always be the good one and always do the right thing even if he was the one who killed the Joker in a what if scenario because he is humble enough to accept his punishment and even the good Superman he recruits admits could have done the same thing as his world’s Superman and yadda yadda yadda.

DC vs Vampires? They seriously made Batman the only one of the golden trio that never got turned, the one who is trusted to figure out the solution to combat the vampires, and made Dick Grayson/Nightwing the King of the Vampires??

The CW version if the DCU? That Batman only showed up once for all I know, and was a failed attempt to criticize Zack Snyder’s take on the SC universe.

White Knight? Batman was only seen as the antagonist for barely the first few issues before teaming up with Jack Napier to take down the bigger threat, was the hero again when Joker returned, and is currently still a good guy (I don’t hate it, but I feel the role reversal of Batman and Joker’s usual dynamic could have been explored more.)

The Dark Knights of Steel? This one I will let slide on its thin ice since the “Kal-El” who stabbed Bruce was later revealed to be a white martian scout or something. I don’t want to suspect the writers intending the Els to be the antagonists but backtracking and introducing the White martians when reception to yet another antagonistic Superman was negative — and who knows? Maybe they purposely played into that to make the reveal over the actual antagonists more interesting—, but still.

In my opinion, Zack Snyder’s versions of the Trinity was the most successful of introducing a Bruce Wayne/Batman who could be seen as a well-meaning antagonist who was —and later recognized— that he was wrong. (and redeemed himself later too.)

Wonder Woman also gets some of this special treatment at times (most of her Superwomen counter parts are shifted to Lois Lane or Donna Troy, and even Mary Marvel at some point; in the animated adaptation of Injustice, she has reservations from the start and later turns against Superman despite heavily influencing him in the games and comics.)

Why is Superman usually the go-to for making/twisting a genuinely good, idealistic and upright hero who would never abandon his morals into an easily influenced powerhouse who totally will sacrifice/ditch his moral compass when given the opportunity? Some may excuse some of these iterations as being placed with the wrong setting and people who raised him in story, but that could easily work for Diana of Themyscira and Bruce Wayne too if given the opportunity. With the latter two, usually they still develop into the recognizable heroes we know and love, while at best Clark is manipulated and misguided and at worst he willingly embraces his newfound villainy.

Bruce Wayne/Batman is not better than Clark Kent/Superman. Neither is Wonder Woman.

In my eyes, and from what I can tell from most of the golden/silver/bronze age of the comic book era, Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman’s character arcs and story development lead them to be seen as EQUALS. Hence their most popular dynamic as a TRIO.

Is Superman arguably the most powerful one? Yes. Is Wonder Woman arguably the most skilled in combat? Yes. Is Batman arguably the most intelligent one? Yes. Do they all have strong convictions and morals? Yes. Do they ALL have weaknesses and the capacity to have momentary lapses of judgement? Yes. Do they all stand strong as both individuals and united teammates? Yes.

Am I saying that the Beware the Superman trope is an overused one? Yes and no. Yes I am sick of it popping up almost everywhere in most western media. No, I don’t think it is without potential to be used as an actually useful plot device/character arc, especially if it extends beyond the “Superman” character template and applies to all manner of superheroes.

That’s just my opinion though.

[mythriteshah]

Brilliance Born from Activity

Another brilliant day within the vibrant terraces of great Radz-at-Han as commerce begins to run rampant throughout the streets once more.  But amidst the hustle and bustle of this melting pot of mercantilism is the Higuri Regalia’s Main Branch, tucked deep within the residential district of Kama.  Within this mythril-blue palace lied the Servants’ Lounge, where an extravagant feast was being held.

Much revelry was had as Regalia workers, Near Eastern citizens, associates, and adventurers alike enjoyed the many sights and sounds of Thavnair within this opulent hall.  Every party-goer within this meyhane-in-disguise wore festive masks with myriad faces of men and beasts alike.  These were worn in homage to the Manusya and the Mrga - the deific beings who once warred in ancient times, but eventually sought for peace by trading their heads and limbs and were created anew as creatures of might and wisdom.

Atop the balcony which overlooked the lounge proper were three Lalafellin women garbed in matching robes - also masked, but upon which bore the likenesses of the greatest deities worshiped in Thavnair - the Magus Sisters, patron deities of Thavnair.  The one in golden robes bore the mask of Sanduruva - the Sister of Prosperity, and stood in the center.  To her left was a Lalafell dressed in silver, bearing the mask of Minduruva, Sister of Ingenuity. Which left only Cinduruva, Sister of Wisdom, to the lass opposite of her.  She was adorned in bronze, and with glasses of Bacchus Wine in hand, each of them toasted to their audience below after a riveting speech was given by each of them - a toast to the revitalization of commerce.

“Is it not wonderful, my sisters?” spoke the golden-clad Lalafell.  “This is what we have fought so hard for, and even now, our coffers flourish - our profits soar... And everyone benefits from it.  Truly, were we any richer, our tears may as well turn to gold!”

“Indeed, Baroness,” chimed the silver-clad one.  “If we so willed it, Etheirys would be ours.  Not even the Syndicate can compare to us.  But even they have their uses.  After all, we ourselves had humble beginnings in the sea of sand known as the Sagolii.  And now look at us: at the forefront of fashion, and the proliferation of profit.”  The bronze-clad Lalafell chuckled before nodding in approval.

“It is humbling, truly, to recall our start,” she said.  “But through us - the D.B.M. - the Duchess, Baroness, and Marquess - enacting our lord’s will - we ensured that nary a soul was left unaccounted for in our everlasting quest of profit.  Truly, a job well done throughout the summers.”

As they danced and feasted below, the trio would unmask themselves:  Duchess von Sena, the Bronzed; Marquess von Sona, the Silvered, and Baroness von Suna, the Gilded.  These three special agents comprised the financial triumvirate of the Higuri Regalia, answerable only to House Higuri.  It is through their actions that their prime directives are fulfilled, which they would utter in unison:

“To make our statement known; to bless all within our presence with riches.  By our authority shall none ever dispute the veracity of the Higuri Regalia’s financial strength.”

The festivities proceeded apace, with little end in sight.  After a good bell’s worth of time had passed, they would receive a call from their linkpearls...

Further eastward lied the Higuri Regalia’s Othard Branch Headquarters: the Mythrite Suites Hotel.  This castle-like established was the seat of power for Head Secretary Yuanji Yuji, whom had just recently opened up her own commercial leg of the Regalia which she had dubbed the Mythril Treasury.  This expansive Far Eastern shop located in the hotel’s basement quickly attracted the attention of locals and Ijin alike, and the rare and exotic items displayed would be coveted by many.  Koban lined the fountains and ponds strewn about the market, and on the far end sat the Yuanji, reclining on her White Tiger-inspired throne as she gazed upon the massive phasmascapes before her.

Staring at the center one, she was awaiting the call of the Regalia’s agents.  Before too long, they would appear on-screen as the proximity feed was projected directly from the linkpearls they were given, allowing anyone on the same frequency to see what they saw on the phasmascape.

“Baroness!  Duchess!  Marquess!” she greeted as she rose her pipe in greeting.  “Full glad am I to receive you!  The Mythril Treasury flourishes and the kogane flows into a venerable river.  Much profit has been gained... and many secrets have been learned.  I owe it all to you, whom had taught me the finer points of mercantilism.  Arigatou!”

“Oh, think none of it, darling,” the Baroness replied, taking the lead.  “You know as well as any that those who serve the Regalia are destined for great things - from the newest employee to the most seasoned of models - and you are of no exception, Miss Yuanji!  Far gone are your days serving tea, for you are now a merchant worthy of renown!  The Dunesfolk blood runs in you as well, and by the Traders and Sisters, we saw fit to awaken that thirst - that drive to amass coin.”

“And it feels amazing!” Yuanji replied, spinning in her seat in delight.  “Such potential I never knew existed from within!”

Some moments later would Yuanji and the others receive another call from their linkpearl.  The frequency was familiar to them, and thus would they answer.  The phasmascape to the left would then flip over to the sight of what appeared to be a lush garden against a mountainous backdrop.  Some individuals were chatting amongst themselves in the background, but a few familiar faces were seen escorting some Garleans of significant import.  Himmeya, Kaori, and Swoztu were seen waving in the background.

“Ahh!  Our Enforcers!” chimed the Baroness.  “Which could only mean -”

“Yes.  My apologies for my tardiness, Angels,” spoke a voice.  The feed (which was being broadcasted from a magitek bit) panned over to reveal a voluptuous and bespectacled Duskwight in a winged clockwork gown.  Beside her was a tall Hyur of a woman with blonde tresses held back by a white hairband.  She wore armored gauntlets which stopped at her shoulders; sabatons and greaves protected her legs, and she bore a large tower shield upon her back and a gunblade sheathed at her left hip.  She wore a dress of vanilla yellow which maintained an air of refinement.

“You’re never late, Telphie-Hime!” Yuanji reassured.  “Besides, I see that operations in Ilsabard are proceeding apace!”

“Well, lest you forget,” the Duskwight explained, “I owe much and more to this nation of Garlemald - even more so to the Regalia and House Higuri.  I had been conscripted into servitude for my technological know-how, but Lord Fafastima won my freedom so long ago when he realized just how young I was.  And now, so many summers hence, I have helped contribute to this nation’s return to greatness.  With trade re-established between it and Radz-at-Han, Garlemald will finally be able to stand on its own feet.  So thank you, dearest Angels, for taking this silly nerd of a Princess under your wing.”

"If anyone is to be grateful, Princess Higuri, it is I,” spoke the Hyur.

“Oh!  Is this who I think it is?” the Baroness asked.  The Hyuran female lowered her head into a flowing bow and smiled.

“I am Youmei dus Kyria, quondam Hoplomachus Optio of the IVth Imperial Legion, 2nd Cohort.  With conflicts finally dying down I can finally assume my place among my fellow House members.”

“House Kyria...?  I am afraid I am unaware of such,” Yuanji pondered with a furrowed brow.  After a long swig of her wine, the Baroness would chime in once more with: “It is no surprise, Miss Yuanji, that you are unaware of her clan.  But it is best you hear the story from the lady herself!”

“Thank you, O Gilded Baroness,” Youmei said with another bow.  “House Kyria was around since the time before the Imperialization of Garlemald.  Before we were accepted into the royal family as Palātīna, we were but humble merchants.  Trade and commerce were our lifeblood, and it would not be long until we would come upon that blessed nation of Thavnair to the south, where we conducted numerous agreements prior to, and even during, the non-aggression treaty.  When Lord Fafastima headed the Regalia, he had his own ambitions to create an Ilsabardian branch closer to our capital, and we had strong ties to the Populares to help ensure such relations were possible.  While unsuccessful sometime after its creation, Lord Fafastima’s generosity and drive for international collaboration ever lingered in the minds of House Kyria.  Thus did we try to maintain as much communication as possible with House Higuri, keeping them apprised of imperial matters as time passed.  It was difficult at first, but - loathe as I am to admit - as Garlemald’s grip upon the realm began to waver, such talks became easier.”

“After much deliberation, we have finally brought Youmei into our fold, making her an official Angel, and the first Garlean to do so!” Telphie declared, which gave everyone in the call reason to cheer.  Youmei could not help but blush in embarrassment, though she was no less honored to be welcomed so enthusiastically.  “She still has duties she would like to fulfill in Garlemald proper, so she will remain with the other Enforcers --”

The Duskwight damsel would find herself being cut off mid-sentence as the Baroness, Marquess, Duchess, and even Yuanji began to debate amongst one another as to which branch Youmei would be assigned.

“It is only right she join our Lord Sultan in the Main Branch!” The Baroness stated.

“With all due respect, Baroness,  the Aldenard Branch is the most logical!” interjected a new voice.  It was Shishira Shira, Advisor to the Head Secretary of the Aldenard Branch.  She would come into view on Yuanji’s right, pointing her finger authoritatively.  “They are already in Gyr Abania anyway, and our airships are bound to receive them shortly to give her her new garments!”

“It is certainly a delight to see you, Miss Shishira, but I must apologize!  The Othard Branch is her destiny!” Yuanji retorted.  “The Garlean and Thavnairian Consulates would benefit much from a Garlean Palatina’s presence!”

This friendly bickering over Youmei only made the Garlean turn redder than a rolanberry as Telphie could only shrug and spectate.  While it was fun to participate in an Angel’s discussion, there was still work to be done amidst the revelry.  Telphie and Youmei spotted a hooded figure amidst the crowd of Ala Mhigan Resistance Fighters, whose gaze would meet with hers before she slowly approached the two.

Himmeya and her fellow Enforcers would rush to Telphie’s side to defend her, which alarmed the onlookers present, but she stretched an arm out to them, gesturing her fellow Angels to stand down.  After closer inspection, they recognized the symbol on the hooded figure’s mask.  It was similar to the same ones they saw during the Ilsabard Contingent’s initial push into the capital, and as before, this individual - a Raen female - presented before them a magicked mythril case.

“It is all right, everyone.  She is a friend,” Telphie reassured the crowd, which eased any tensions that may have risen and deflected their interest.  With the coast now clear, the individual bowed in thanks and slowly opened the chest to reveal its contents, which left everyone’s eyes wide in awe.  “Angels, you may want to see this.”

The ladies’ argument would end abruptly as the feed would be changed to share Telphie’s vision.  Shishira was able to view it from her monitor in her office, whilst the D.B.M. looked at it from their Tomestones of Frivolity.  What they beheld was a chest filled to the brim with inky stones of red, blue, and green hues, brimming with an ominous yet familiar energy.  Strewn about it were also fist-sized pearls that housed elemental might, as well as a motley assortment of other dark-looking materials that seemed as though they were absorbing light.

“By the Sisters, what is this?” the Baroness gasped.  Youmei simply looked on in wonderment, unsure of what this meeting would entail.

“I recognize some of those contents...” Shishira answered.  “Studying under Queen Chichibi, I have learned enough from our Mhachi heritage that most of the contents in that chest is void matter coalesced into those stones.  The other materials, however, I’m not too sure about.”

“It seems like they are tiny pearls that hold within them a profound amount of elementally-aspected energies!  Quite a find!” Yuanji hummed, intrigued by what she is seeing.  “I should contact the Mythril Wavetraders to have some sent to us!”

“You may not have to, Miss Yuanji,” Telphie spoke, “For this lady has just informed me that a shipment will be sent to the other branches by sundown.  Our airships and submersibles have also redirected their course to accommodate this.”

“I could only imagine what this could entail!” spoke the Duchess.  “Such a discovery would make excellent additions to the Regalia’s reserve stock!”

“If only this came before the Largesse - we could’ve offered these to the public as well once we had them purified and refined,” posited the Marquess.

“Yes, yes-yes-yes, but what does it all mean?” the Baroness huffed.  Before too long, everyone would hear another voice within their ears as a new individual entered the call.

“It is simple, my dears.”

It was a calm and gentle voice like a quiet snowfall.  They knew immediately that it was none other than their lord, the Diamond Sultan, and everyone straightened themselves as though they had been called to attention by a commanding officer.  And the sentence that followed was the most tantalizing string of words that was sweeter than any lassi; spicier than any pepper, and more uplifting than any song or dance...

“It is the precursor to my latest breakthrough.”

[weirdroomwherealexcried]

But like don't bully the cast. Ridicule the fact that it exists and the racist pro-slavery, terfy, antisemetic content they refuse to change because JKR needs it to stay "loyal to her original work." Bully the writers and producers and directors to make your point but newly casted golden, silver and bronze trio's are just going to be kids and won't understand the issues past them landing a role that they think will make them famous or rich. Educate but do not bully the children please and thank you.

is hbo seriously making a hp reboot. okay fuck off

[ashpkat]

a scene from he’s always known, chapter 10 “Take Your Aim” (read on ao3!)

actual scene below the read more ---

‘“I know you’re in the league with the Enemy, Call. So I need you to help me, to help you.” Aaron pleaded with me, his hand grabbing my shoulder.

I’m too stunned to speak. How could I have been so careless to not notice an entire person watching me? ” 

-hes always known, chapter 10

[incorrect-magisterium-quotes]

Call: If your hot dog tastes! Like a piece of wood! Who you gonna call?

Tamara & Aaron: Ghost mustard!

[vreela]

lightening era ⇒ golden trio (harry, hermione, ron), silver trio (blaise, pansy, draco) and bronze trio (ginny, luna, neville)

for @pocpotterweek

[roonilwazlibweasley]

hey :))

🛸-cym as things you've lied about?? or cym as any hp trios :))

<3

you as that time my mom asked me if I like girls and I said no 😀

@athenapotter as that time I told my mom that the bruise on my arm was from falling down in school but I had actually gotten into a fight

@dr4cking as that time my brother asked me what I was looking at on my laptop and I said homework but it was actually smut :D

@creative-girl as that time I was throwing a surprise party for my friend and to keep him away, made up some lie about there being cake at his house so he'd go there and not come to mine

@i-is-a-fangurl-weeb as that time I lied and said I like Snape so these Snape stans would leave me alone and stop bothering me

and

@lev-deactivated69 @acciorxses @ghost-spidey as the Bronze Trio (Draco, Crabbe and Goyle) *insert evil laughter*

@justadreamyhufflepuff @g1nny-p0tter @lunarfly as the Golden Trio (Harry, Hermione and Ron)

@loonyloopylupin5 @buggypuff @just-a-smol-spoon as the Silver Trio (Ginny, Neville and Luna)

[pineapple-lover-boy]

Why don’t we call Draco, Pansy, and Blaise the Silver Trio? Why Ginny, Neville, and Luna?

1: they’re from Slytherin who’s colors are green and SILVER

2: instead of having the second best good trio it should be the “bad” guys after the good

3: two thirds of the silver trio are in Gryffindor which is a color that best matches with the bronze trio color

4: the aesthetic

5: AGAIN (but with more explanation), it makes so much sense for them to be the silver trio cause it’s on opposite sides, gold and silver, sun and moon, light and (almost) dark, it’s perfect but, as much as I like the present silver trio, we give their absolute perfect spot to three characters that are like the Golden Trio but lesser versions of them (Neville = Harry, Ginny = Ron, Luna = Hermione)

Honestly I can’t give anymore reasons without sounding like a total crazy person because there are so many side points and just-

Why as a fandom did we mess up this opportunity? It makes so much more sense.

I’m gonna start referring to them as the Silver Trio and if anyone disagrees or bitches about it because as a fandom most decided that Ginny, Luna, Neville are the Silver Trio I’ll literally just say “blow me” cause I’m my own person with my own opinions that just so happens to have a head canon different from theirs.

If I sound petty it’s cause I am. Perfect opportunity missed and I am severely disappointed.

[thepictureofsdr]

huge fandoms with little sections, little mini branched off fandoms are so fun it’s like we all have the same major with different specializations or something

oh you like harry potter? do you mostly talk about the golden trio? silver or bronze trio? teachers? marauders? the children generation?

oh you like shadowhunters? which series have you devoted your life to? maybe even specific characters?

you like rick riordan? which series is your favourite? which interpretation of the mythology is your favourite? do you get along with the sub community you had a crossover with?

it’s so funny checking in on a different side of the same fandoms and finding out that people who focus on slightly different things have their own lore and fanon and headcanons it’s confusing but so fun