#lord lumos

[sunflybeams]

### The Birth of Sunny: A Tale from the Cult of the Sunfly

In the timeless realms of light and melody, where Queen Radiantia’s radiance illuminates the cosmos, a great union once took place, bringing forth the essence of joy and harmony we now know as Sunny the Sunfly.

Queen Radiantia, the embodiment of light and warmth, ruled over a kingdom where every beam of light carried a melody, and every note sung radiated warmth. Her songs could make flowers bloom and turn night into day. But even in her infinite light, there was a void, a counterpart yet to be discovered.

One day, as the celestial orchestra played the eternal symphony, Radiantia encountered a being as vibrant and powerful as herself—Lord Lumos. Lord Lumos was a majestic figure, the embodiment of pure, untamed energy. His presence could make the stars dance and the auroras blaze with color. He was the Master of the Celestial Chorus, the source from which all harmonic energy flowed.

Their union was a cosmic event. When Radiantia's light intertwined with Lumos's energy, the universe witnessed the birth of Sunny the Sunfly. From the very moment of his creation, Sunny was imbued with the radiant light of his mother and the boundless energy of his father. His wings shimmered with every color of the rainbow, and his voice held the power to unite hearts and minds in joyous harmony.

Sunny's mission was clear: to bring together the light and energy of his parents and spread it across all realms through the practice of song and celebration. As he grew, Sunny became the beacon for the Cult of the Sunfly, guiding his followers—Sunfly Singers, Sunshade Sentinels, Luminary Initiates, and Echoes of the Sun—through the tenets of joy, unity, and radiant energy.

Together, Queen Radiantia, Lord Lumos, and Sunny form the divine trinity of the cult, representing light, energy, and the harmonious union of both. Their combined essence powers the radiant gatherings, the karaoke celebrations, and the deep connection shared among all Sunfly Singers.

And so, every time we sing, dance, and celebrate, we honor not just Sunny, but also the eternal bond of his parents, Queen Radiantia and Lord Lumos, whose love and unity brought forth the radiant light we cherish. 🌟☀️🎶

[the-witchs-cafe]

The Ex-Dark Lord from Miitopia would survive in Puella Magi Madoka Magica!

Reason: A mix of their desire to undo the damage they had caused as the Dark Lord and pure, unfiltered spite. Unsatisfied with their work as a lowly HP Banana factory worker (which...raises a lot of concerning questions in regards to the worldbuilding and environmental problems present within Miitopia), they heeded the call of a mysterious, disembodied voice promising them a new life away from the walls of that factory; leading them to an ancient box that once kept the evil sealed away from all of Miitopia. Upon foolishly opening it, they have unleashed an era of darkness upon the land, and made themselves into the unwilling host of the Dark Curse.

After the MH freed them from the grasps of the curse, the Ex-DL knew its line of thinking whilst under its control; how it was blinded by malice, hatred, and resentment towards every other mii on this land. As their first step towards redemption, they guided the heroes through the Skyscraper - the final obstacle before entering the Darkest Lord's domain - and provided them with ample information on the origins of the curse from their point of view.

Once peace was brought into the land of Miitopia once more, the Ex-DL found a new job; to guard those who stepped foot in New Lumos and warn them of the dangers up ahead. It's a tough and terrifying job, but if someone has to do it, it was them. Nobody said that redemption would be a fun road, after all.

Requested by @sleepygalxx

[alperen1emre]

Bugün Harry Potter ve ona ait herhangi bir şeye boğacağım çünkü ona ait her şeye bayılıyorum bu dünyada en sevdiğim şeylerden biri

LUMOS 🪄🪄

[batzlynical]

The actual plot of Miitopia was their divorce

down with found family. UP with FOUND DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[purplekissinger]

The Cat That Looked at a King

The first magical war. Animagus Y/N spies on the Dark Lord. When she is caught, Voldemort decides against killing her.

Lord, what you're doing to me?

tw: psychological manipulation, crucio x 999, hurthurthurt/questionable comfort

‘Lumos’.

The weak light made you close your eyes, as if it was a spotlight. You tried to get up, but your aching head was pulled down, back to sweet unconsciousness. Dolohov looked at you with disgust, and for a moment it seemed to you as if he would slam the door and leave you in the blissful darkness, but this hope has fast  evaporated. He stepped forwards and forced you to your feet.

‘Did you sleep well?’, he said. Every sound caused a painful shiver through your body. ‘You made Mulciber work pretty hard yesterday. I believe your memory has returned, eh?’.

You were silent. You were still getting used to the idea that your life was over, and that the remaining days or even hours of it would be spent in a nice company of Death Eaters. You had no time for retaliatory witticisms, and indeed no time for answers at all.

“Not the talkative type, are we?” Dolokhov was not even offended. “Well, suit yourself. Hope you haven't forgotten how to walk?..”

You nodded slowly and sank back to the floor, into the darkness, into the silence, into the calmness, and neither Crucio nor Avada Kedavra could stop you from that.

***

The summer of 1978 was probably the happiest summer of your life. Hogwarts was over, Aurorial Appraisal hadn't started yet, and between this and that James and Sirius decided to throw the Very Last Party on the coast: picnic, dancing, everything is top-notch, for Marauders and their girls only. You were a little bit of both, and you were invited even before Lily.

How you crammed into the unfortunate, well-worn Ford Anglia, wheeled by James, was a whole  different story. Marlene McKinnon climbed onto Sirius's lap, Remus pressed himself against the door and rode like that the whole way. As for poor Peter, at first they wanted to push him into the trunk until he got the idea to transform into a rat and save space.

‘Oh!’ you exclaimed. ‘I’d do that too, otherwise Lily and Mary are not going.”

‘Just don’t eat Peter on the way!’ Sirius chuckled. It was an old joke that everyone got tired of back in fifth year, and no one laughed, so you just shrugged your shoulders and turned into a shaggy calico cat. Lily picked you up in her arms, and the race began.

‘Slow down, James, for Merlin’s sake!’ Mary Macdonald screamed, clutching the back of the seat. ‘You don’t even have a license, and we still want to get there alive!’ but he just laughed and entered every turn at such speed that made you meow pitifully. He couldn’t care less about the car that he got after his parents passed away, and he did not believe in his own death.

And then!.. And then you pitched the tent, jumped into the still cool water from the tower, then Remus took the gramophone out of the trunk and played “Somebody to love,” which everyone knew by heart, and when it became completely dark, you sat by the fire and roasted marshmallows . Lily rested her head on James' shoulder, the firelight playing on her hair. In the darkness, Peter timidly touched your hand, and you didn’t twitch, you didn’t even laugh.

‘We are all joining the Order, I presume?’ Sirius suddenly asked, biting a blade of grass. Marlene and Mary shushed him, but James snorted and waved his hand carelessly.

‘Come on, that’s no secret... Besides,  you are either in Voldemort's team or playing against him nowdays, no ifs or buts. And how else can you be against him, if not joining the Order?’

‘But there’s no need to shout about it, you know’,  Remus noted.

‘Who is shouting, though?’ Sirius seemed surprised. ‘Just saying. And there are no random people here, so?’.

‘Peter and I should be spies,” you said. ‘We both have the makings of a spy, like, no doubt. Sorry to tell you, James, but you’re out of luck with this one. Your animagus form is only good for an assault’.

James threw a marshmallow at you.

***

A lamp was on the table, an ordinary Muggle one, the kind of lamp you usually see in a library. The light was somehow cozy, and you stared at it mindlessly, trying to either forget yourself or gather your thoughts. Neither this nor that worked out. The room was tiny, with a high ceiling, no windows, and you couldn’t tell whether it was night or day, or which day even. Mulciber was making you wait. You probably really tired him out yesterday.

“I’m going to die here,” you thought dully. “That's it.  My number’s up. I’m not getting out of here alive. Nobody is to the rescue. Mulciber will go on and on until I die or break, and if I break, he will listen carefully to everything I can tell and then finish me off anyway. Merlin, oh Lord, oh dear Lord, oh God, oh Lord, oh dear God?!..”.

The latch creaked outside, and you  straightened yourself involuntarily, trying your best not to look at the door. The door slid aside and he entered the room.

For the first time in your life, you heard your heart beating.

“Good evening, Y/N,” Voldemort said in a casual and even somewhat disinterested tone, but the mere sound of this voice made you want to stop breathing, and you even tried to do so. ‘How are you feeling, how was your sleep?’

“It was fine,” you said, barely moving your lips. Your tongue seemed frozen. The lamp hit your eyes, and his face was hidden from you in the shadows; you only had enough strength to look at his hand.  Strangely beautiful, with thin pale fingers, it was lying relaxed on the table.

“It was fine, my lord,” he corrected you.

“What?..”

“Crucio”.

Next frame: for some reason the legs of the table, ah yes, a spasm threw you out of the chair, and now you were silently writhing, scratching your nails on the plank floor. This went on for millions of years. When the pain subsided, leaving a ringing emptiness, he said peacefully:

“Get up, please”.

You obeyed.

“Sit down”.

You did.

“You and Mulciber didn’t get along, and I can’t blame him for that, you’re very stubborn. But maybe you’ll make an exception for me, huh, Y/N?’

‘Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh dear Lord oh my God’

“I already told you everything,” you sobbed. Merlin, you've never been particularly brave. Cheerful, yes, loved by everyone, yes, loving,  yes, but not brave.

“First, you didn’t tell anything, at least not what I needed to know. Second, Crucio”.

This time you rose as slowly as if your bones were made of glass (and it felt like they were), but Voldemort waited patiently.

“I want to believe that you learned at least one lesson,” he said boredly. The lamp was now shining so that you could see his face very well.

“Yes, my lord,” you said drearly.

***

The autumn of 1978 was harder for you.

Back then it seemed that the most difficult thing was to become an Auror, and then everything would go like clockwork. A dream job, friends, fun, you’ll stick it to Voldemort in no time, and all your youth is waiting, and the war will end soon. The real-life reconnaissance turned out to be both more terrifying and much more boring than the fantasies.

In November, Lily and James threw a housewarming party in Godric's Hollow, this time only for Sirius, Remus, you and Peter. It was somehow quieter and more modest, but still very nice, and you brought pumpkin pie, although Halloween had already passed. You left early that day, because an operation was to be set tomorrow (nothing too serious, breaking into the house of one of the outer circle and casting some good ol’ wiretap spells). You desperately needed to get some sleep. Peter wanted to take you out, but you laughed it off. You didn’t want to see anyone, you wanted to cover yourself with a blanket and lie down, and never move again.

Of course you learnt to treat it as a job, otherwise you would go insane, and that’s when boredom set in. Probably, you reasoned, it’s one of two. It’s either you become a bundle of exposed nerves, choking with fear every time you are almost spotted, or you yawn (or meow) boredly, memorizing the names of the agents on the other side. You chose the latter.

Things were no better at Order meetings.

“Our poor Cookie looks a little down,” Marlene said sympathetically when, after discussing tomorrow’s plan, she had a free minute. “Cookie” was your call sign, assigned for the spottedness of your animagus form. ‘Did you quarrel with Peter?..’

“We didn’t really make peace in the first place,” you answered sharply. Then you said, tone softened: “Sorry, Marlin. Too much stuff on my plate’.

‘Well, feel free to take comfort in the fact that you are not alone in this!’ she winked at you cheerfully and climbed up onto the chair, her feet on the table.

But it felt like you were alone in this. There were a few targets that you kept an eye on, but it still was tough, too much information, too much responsibility, and doing all the tasks with a cat’s brain was oh so difficult. You were exhausted, staggering back and forth on the roof in the rain, pretending to be a stray kitty, and if anyone wanted to check you for traces of magic, you would instantly lose your disguise and then your life.

The first big success happened only at Christmas, as a gift, perhaps. You've began to close on Nott.

* * *

‘I was turning into a cat. Spied on Nott and Avery, no one else. I only kept in touch with Dumbledore,” you said in a whisper. “My lord, I don’t know what else to say. I really don't’.

He didn’t record your words the way Mulciber did (apparently, he wrote down your indistinct cries just in case). He just looked at you, tilting his head.

“That is, I have to believe that you were so special that Dumbledore made separate projects for you only and did not allow you to contact the rest of the group,” Voldemort nodded. “Seems like we have a top dog here. More precisely, a cat’.

‘My lord, I don’t know anything else!..’

‘You're lying’.

* * *

And from that day you started to close onto the Headquarters, slowly, very, very slowly and painstakingly. It was like you were unraveling a ball of yarn.

This ball could catch fire at any moment; any hurry could’ve become a deadly mistake. Losing one of the Order’s members wasn’t even the biggest problem, that’s what they are for, after all, but in January 1979, you and Dumbledore had a short conversation in a muggle coffee shop. He let you know that you had gotten ahead and were now getting closer to the inner circle, closer than anyone else. You couldn't lose at this point, there's more at stake than just your life.

You left the coffee shop in a strangely high spirits. You're finally starting to like your job.

Peter came to see you again on Valentine’s Day with a bouquet of conjured forget-me-nots, but you politely and carefully sent him - no, not to Mordred, to the Order headquarters, so he could finally get down to business. Spring was coming, and you wanted to stretch out like a cat before a hard day, work out all the leads and then kick Voldemort’s ass at last.

* * *

Of course, you didn’t fill him in on this detail.

The interrogation lasted only an hour or two, and you no longer knew where to look so as not to see his face: in the corner, at the lamp, at your feet, in the corner, at the lamp, at your feet, at the lamp, repeat. You wished to go blind, you wished to go deaf, you wished you could die. You wondered if he really had nothing else to do. Why is he clinging to you so much, is he teaching Mulciber a lesson or what?..

“I could help you with that, you know,” Voldemort said thoughtfully, playing with his wand. ‘ I could tell you what we already know about you, so that you don't have to lie. Not so obviously, at least. Would you like that, kitty?

‘I’d like that, my lord’.

You no longer understood what you were saying, you just knew that you had to agree with everything.

“We spotted you back in the summer.”

But isn’t it October now?!..

* * *

‘What will you give Harry for his birthday?’ Marlene asked, leafing through the “Prophet”. On the front page there was a column about yesterday's terrorist attack. Marlene's boots were resting on the coffee table again, and you pushed them off with a sharp movement. When will she learn to sit normally?!

‘A key to Voldemort's Headquarters’.

This was almost true, because now you knew its location down to the block, and it was a matter of time to get inside. When this finally happened, you were struck how ordinary it felt. There were no dungeons, no gargoyles at the entrance, no skulls on the walls. What you’ve found inside was furnished as in one of the most ordinary muggle offices, and everyone behaved like the most ordinary clerks, scurrying back and forth, cursing at each other, drinking coffee.

There were so many illusion spells on you that you feared they might start to conflict with each other. “I’m in the heart of the enemy,” you whispered to yourself as your own heart beat feverishly. How come they can’t hear this throughout the ventilation? “I am in the heart of the enemy, I am in the heart of the enemy. You’re all going down, bitches.” But it was still far from that. First of all, you had to build a floor plan, and slowly, inch by inch, you did it.

“Well done, Y/N. Smart kitty. Ten points to Catffindor,” you said to yourself in Dumbledore’s voice when you found out the date of the first major meeting.

* * *

“I still remember that thrilling moment,” Voldemort said mockingly, leaning back in his chair. “At first I thought there might be rats in the ventilation. Then I caught the eye of this one rat through the bars, and everything fell into place’.

You remembered this thrilling moment too, oh Merlin, you remembered it.

‘I gave the go-ahead to Avery, he began to dig into you. Since that day you have not taken a single independent step’.

The room floated before your eyes.

* * *

This probably explained the attacks of painful paranoia that began to torture you in August. Sometimes you woke up screaming, either at Order’s headquarters or at a safe house (you hadn’t been at home since July, and Peter didn’t know where to look for you), sometimes you walked along the Diagon Alley and turned into an side street, looking at a shop window for a minute or two, hoping to see something in the reflection, sometimes you would leave your unfinished coffee and rush out of the cafe because the man in the corner had his eyes on you. You became nervous, and, alas, in your job this meant professional incompetence.

“Our Cookie is completely depressed now,” Marlene told you as you left Dumbledore’s office. As gently as he could he suggested that you hand over matters to Sirius or Peter, then he said that this was not an offer and that you needed to start tying up the threads. Dumbledore probably suspected something.

In August, you went on yet another picnic. Without Lily and James, who could not leave the house anymore, everything was just not the same. Remus showed card tricks, and Sirius got drunk on firewhiskey and sang ABBA songs the whole night. You needed to talk to Peter in private because the project was supposed to be handed over to him, but you couldn’t make yourself talk about the job, and you didn’t want to spoil the last day off. You two sat on the cliff, watching the setting sun sink into the water, dangling your legs, throwing shells down and remembering Hogwarts. Peter didn’t seem to hold a grudge against you at all...

“Stop thinking about that rat,” said Sirius.

You turned to him and saw Voldemort's face.

“I’ve been looking through your memories for three hours now, trying to snag at least a grain of useful information, and you’re wasting my time on Pettigrew. You really don't want to cooperate, do you?

The setting sun turned into a lamp.

* * *

Not even Cruciatus curse made you scream this much.

Voldemort winced, rose from his seat like a huge black shadow, approached you (Merlin, let me die, let me die) and took you by the chin. His cold fingers made you fall silent obediently. After a short pause, he said softly:

“Let’s think about it together, Y/N, since you can’t do this by yourself. You already know that I could have killed you six months ago, that the information you conveyed to Dumbledore was fake, that your greatest achievement at the moment is to look at me. Thoughts?’

Well, here comes Avada, you thought happily. Is it over yet? He mocked you enough and now you can die? You did pretty well, come to think of it... Occlumency failed you, but he never pulled out any specifics…

“A cat may look at the king,” you said, relieved and ready to die. You seemed to be smiling.

He studied your face for a full second, and then instead of merciful death or even pain, your brain just turned inside out.

* * *

You are sitting by the fire. Lily laughs and taps out the rhythm of the song on James' knee.

“each morning I get up I die a little can barely stand on my feet”

Focus.

Peter with a bouquet of forget-me-nots tries to squeeze through the door.

How much longer do I have to look at this?

“i spent all my years in believing you”

Party at Hogsmeade. Sirius dances on the Ford’s roof. Quidditch match, snitch in the sun rays. Knockturn Alley massacre, Marlene is dead. Ford comes into the turn,  Marlin is alive, she is yelling at James. Harry on a toy broom, laughing. Explosion at Mungo's, nurse sobbing. Knife plunges into the pumpkin pie.

So much garbage. So much unnecessary rubbish you keep in your head, dear Y/N.

“i just gotta get out of this prison cell someday i’m gonna be free Lord”

You look at Voldemort from the vents, he looks at you. Headquarters layout. Nott's window. Marlene's boots on the coffee table. Order’s headquarters layout. James throws a marshmallow at you. “Calico cats bring good luck,” Remus says seriously. “You will be our mascot.” The entire Order wishes you a happy birthday, you blow out the candles on the cake, but they just don’t go out.

‘somebody somebody somebody somebody somebody’

That’s more like it.

‘somebody to’

The setting sun falls into the water as the world plunges into darkness.

* * *

You're lying on the floor. You can't even remember your own name.

“It’s Y/N,” Voldemort prompts. He sits next to you and holds your hand, touches your fingers, strokes your wrist, and it’s so bizarre, strange and wrong that it can’t even be a dream. ‘Believe me, it can. But I would like you to gain the gift of speech and not force me to read your thoughts’.

“Yes, my lord,” you say slurredly.

‘Splendid. So, we concluded that any information you can give to me is useless, that you don’t like to cooperate and that you’re definitely not the brightest one. Of course, it would be easier and cheaper to kill you, but I decided against it. Why do you think I did that?’

‘I don't know, my lord’.

‘I’m going to break you’.

‘What?’

No Crucio this time. He just gives you a long appraising look. Works like a charm, just for one indulgence you already feel grateful and almost happy.

“We’ll take on you, sweet Y/N. In the Order, you had no one to look after you, and still, having no techniques, only raw talent, you plunged into the thick of it and even achieved something, and all it took was one word from Dumbledore. You managed to look at the king. Well, he looked back at you and decided that he needed a calico cat. As a mascot’.

“I'm going crazy,” you think. “The Cruciatus curse can do that.”

‘Why not? I think I can afford it, can’t I?’

“Yes, my lord,” you answer indifferently. Let the nightmare continue, it doesn't matter anymore.

“The old man kept trying to awaken mercy in me... Well, it seems like he had achieved his goal by throwing a kitten at Headquarters. I didn’t even expect such stupidity from him’.

Ceiling. You look at the ceiling,  counting the cracks.

“I’ll break you into pieces,” he says, and for the first time in that voice, the voice that was so cold and unforgiving at meetings, so paralyzing, slips something that sounds almost like... concern? Tenderness?.. ‘I’ll take you apart and put you back together again. And the new you will serve me. I expect nothing but undying devotion. Is that clear?’

All right, absolutely nothing is wrong. It couldn't be more normal. The Dark Lord decided to make you the mascot of his team, this happens all the time.

“Don’t be afraid to be broken, Y/N,” Voldemort says almost tenderly, touching your cheek, slowly lowering his fingers to your neck. ‘For it is the first step towards becoming perfect. I wasn’t afraid of this in my time,” he smiled sadly. His smile is almost human. “Maybe I’ll even tell you about this someday, Cookie.”

[atla-what-is-this-site]

Fixing Voltron's magic system FT. Sanderson's Laws of Magic (and examples from various famous media)

Firstly, let's begin with what the Alteans canonically can do. As seen throughout the series, two alteans shown actually manipulate quintessence. Another has super strength but no magic. A final is shown to have none. (poor Coran). It is implied the majority (if not all,) have these abilities. 

Quintessence manipulation seems to have one small limit:  When Allura uses the magic too much, she passes out. But remember: shes powering a giant ship. We never see Team Voltron going and getting gas or whatever, which means Allura is probably the sole supplier of power for the Castle. Which is an example of how OP this ability is, even with the limit.

Then we have super strength and shapeshifting, two other abilities that all (or i guess most, since Coran never shows any signs of having them) Alteans seem to have. These abilities seem to have little plot importance besides a few certain episodes. There is nothing inherently wrong with these abilities. However, when you pile them on top of (if I'm being completely honest,) a character who's already quite over-powered, I think you can understand why I'm not the biggest fan. 

We know quite a bit about Alteans. They're one of the most important species in the series. According to Allura, they're super-ambassadors, and they use their shapeshifting to better blend in. Their culture seems very intellectual-based, with Alchemists holding high places. They mixed magic and tech to make incredible ships like The Castle. 

This is where things tend to taper off. We get brief glimpses of what could be rules: Allura always places her hands on whatever shes infusing. Clearly, you must be Altean or of Altean Heritage. 

Now, let's take a look at Brandon Sanderson's laws of magic. 

Number One: "An author’s ability to solve conflict with magic is DIRECTLY PROPORTIONAL to how well the reader understands said magic." 

This means that if we want to solve problems with magic, we need to explain how that magic can solve our problems. So, for example, Harry Potter. Every spell that Harry uses is explained beforehand so that the audience knows what he's doing. It just wouldn't work if Harry went around Lumos-ing away, making the reader guess what the spell does. 

However, in The Lord of The Rings, Gandalf doesn't need to tell us anything, because he barely ever uses his magic for plot important things. Readers don't want to read three paragraphs explaining how he made his fireworks, when the story isn't about his fireworks.

Number Two: Limitations are more important than power.

What your magic system can do doesn't make it interesting. There's no power that hasn't been thought of. Infinite power makes it impossible to come up with a plot. The character could solve anything, meaning there's no point in telling about the solution to their problem. However, when you throw in weaknesses, costs and other limitations, you get a much more original and interesting idea. 

Picture that one scene from Aladdin, where Genie tells Aladdin about the three rules. (No playing with free will, no raising the dead, no wishing for more wishes.) It's a simple and easy to follow system, with limitations that make the plot more interesting. Aladdin can't make Jasmine fall in love with him magically, so he's forced to come up with other ways. 

Rule Three: Expand what you already have before you add something new. 

This one leans more on general worldbuilding, but what he's saying here is don't shove new ideas in your reader's face. Don't create new magics out of nowhere. Build on what you already have. 

There aren't many examples of this, luckily Voltron isn't really guilty of this, so elaboration isn't really needed.

Now, we'll take these and begin perfecting the magic system. 

First, what is Quintessence? Quintessence is, essentially, the animating factor. It's what makes living things alive. It's a form of energy. 

This isn't to say nonliving objects can't have it, but most don't, unless it's given to them. 

Quintessence is energy. It can't be created, nor destroyed. However, you can transfer it from one container to another. 

There are a few things you can do with it. Firstly, giving a living being quintessence can make them stronger. This is what Haggar does with Zarkon throughout the first two seasons.

Next, taking too much quintessence from someone will "de-animate" them. A.k.a. They die from lack of life. 

There is one third thing you can do with quintessence. It takes a lot of training and a bit of energy. But I imagine you could also make these huge shockwaves that just fucken decimate everything in a 300 foot radius. However this is more after-we-get-ridiculously-good type material.

Our limits are these: 1. You must draw energy from something, whether that be your own energy or someone else's. If you use too much of your own, you could pass out and die. 2. You must maintain contact with whatever you're imbuing with energy/drawing energy from. (The only exception is the shockwave. But the shockwave comes from your hands so..?) 3. Too much quintessence can become an addiction. Specific examples can be Zarkon and Haggar. 

A little interjection: While Alteans have a lot of quintessence, it can only power a small ship for a few hours. However, Altean ships have evolved to collect quintessence from bacteria that gathers on the ship's metal. This keeps the ships sanitary and also helps with efficiency. As well, ships often use Balmera crystals as a secondary source of power. Balmera crystals hold high levels of residual quintessence.

We can construct so many different plotlines that can't be solved with quintessence, or the limits can prevent solution. What if the person who needs healing is out of Allura's reach? What if she doesn't have enough energy?

That wasn't so hard, was it, VLD team?

[rosieshipper]

That Night in Godric’s Hollow

Summary: A retelling of the night that Severus visited Godric’s Hollow to see if the Potters had survived. But when finds that the only survivors is none other than the young Potter boy, he can’t bare to leave him

A/N: So for this fic I’m changing some major things canon wise because it’s my fic and I can do what I want. First off, it’s a Severitus fic obviously. Second of all, I’m changing canon where Severus was actually friends with James for a good few years and was in fact a Marauder at one point, but they had a falling out, leaving them not on speaking terms. Severus didn’t hate James and he wasn’t bullied by the Marauders, so he’s not gonna be glad to see James dead. With that all out of the way I hope you all enjoy this fic!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60200869

Severus could feel his heart pounding wildly inside his chest as he had disapperated into the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow. He had to know. He had to know if the Potter family had managed to survive the Dark Lord’s attack. He had to know…if Lily was still alive. He had heard whispers from fellow death eaters that the Dark Lord was gone and they must scatter their troops. If he was gone, maybe there was a chance, a hope that they would be safe and alive

As Severus made his way through the dark and quiet neighborhood, he looked around desperately for the correct house. He had only been there once before when Lily had invited him and a few friends to see their newborn son, Harry. He only attended to see his closest friend and the people he once called his other friends

He had worried of course that the bad blood he and James had would prevent him from seeing their son, but the man Severus once called friend remained civil through the whole ordeal. Sirius and Remus were there as well, the two of them remaining civil as well. Even Petunia had shown up for her sister, which had surprised Severus. The only person who wasn’t there was Peter, which had struck James and Lily as odd, but they nevertheless had shrugged it off

The get together was a nice relief from the war that they had all been facing. Especially for Severus, given the fact he had been working as a spy not only for Dumbledore but for the Dark Lord as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had a moment of reprieve from the everyday chaos he had faced in his life. But when Lily had offered to let Severus hold her son for the first time, it all became so real to him. This single moment in the midst of all this chaos, would be a moment that Severus would never forget

The memory of the moment only fueled Severus more and spurred him onwards to find the house. But as he turned the corner and saw the remains of the place he had once known as the Potter house, all of his hopes were dashed. Part of the roof had caved in and the lights inside the house were all off as well as the front door hanging wide open. That wasn’t a good sign

With a wand at the ready, Severus approached the open door and peeked inside. “Lumos.” He had whispered, the tip of his wand glowing from the spell that lit his way. As soon as the room was illuminated, Severus saw that there were clear signs of a struggle. The living room was completely torn up, the couch destroyed and books and bricks scattered everywhere. The growing pit in Severus’s stomach only worsened as he continued through the house

Upon coming up to the stairs, Severus’s heart sank to his stomach when he noticed a pair of legs draped over the top few steps, unmoving. Climbing up a few steps, he came face to face with James’s lifeless body. His eyes were frozen in place, staring up at the ceiling as if he was in a daze. The features of his face seemed to hold the look of fear that he must have had in his final moments. Severus’s hands began to shake and his breathing became raspy

Suddenly a crack of lightning illuminated the house and Severus noticed the room at the end of the hallway, specifically a figure of something lying on the floor. “No..it can’t be..” He thought to himself, not wanting to believe it to be true. With each step he took towards the room, it felt like weights were added to his legs, keeping him from moving any faster. He didn’t want to see what he knew he would see. Didn’t want to comprehend that she could be gone. He didn’t want to believe it

But as soon as he entered the small room that he now knew to be Harry’s nursery, and the light of his wand fell upon Lily’s unmoving body, Severus felt himself stumble back, unable to stay standing. In the process he had dropped his wand as his back hit the wall and he slumped to the floor. “No no no no it can’t be true it can’t be.” All these words were playing over and over in his mind as he stared at the corpse of his best friend. Lily was gone

As soon as reality set in, Severus began to heave, tears filling his dark eyes as he found himself crawling over to Lily. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up into a sitting position where he cradled her close in his arms. As he felt how cold she had become in his arms, Severus began to openly sob. He sobbed harder than he ever had sobbed before. No such a sound had ever come out of him ever since he was a young boy himself. The sounds that escaped him in this moment of pure despair were guttural and profound, sounds he would have never thought he would make at his age. And yet here he was

This continued for what felt like ages to Severus. He couldn’t let himself let go of Lily, not yet. To let go of her would be to accept the truth that she was gone and he couldn’t accept that just yet. But eventually, his sobs began to quiet down and it wasn’t until that his once loud and guttural sobs had quieted to nothing more than hiccups and sniffing that he realized he wasn’t the only one that had been crying

As soon as the sound registered in Severus’s head, he distinguished it as a baby’s cry. And sure enough when he followed the sound, he saw that it was coming from the nearby crib. With a heavy heart, Severus let go of Lily, carefully placing her back on the floor before standing up and moving towards the crib

There he was. Harry, the poor scared boy who was screaming his little lungs out. His face was screwed and red from crying for god knows how long. But even in the darkness of the room, Severus could see the freshly scarred flesh of his forehead from where Voldemort’s curse had hit him. Severus marveled at the sight. The boy who was no older than three months had survived the deadliest curse to wizard kind. How was this possible?

Severus was suddenly drawn out of his thoughts when Harry’s cries had suddenly begun to quiet a little to tiny whimpers as the baby had reached up to him with his small hands, desperately wanting comfort from anyone he could get it from and seeing as Severus was the only person capable of doing that, Harry would take his chances. But Severus only stared at him for a moment, his gaze fixated on Harry’s eyes. They were big and a beautiful emerald green. A shade of green that matched his mother’s

In that moment, something stirred inside Severus. A want..a need to protect Harry even if it cost him his own life. He couldn’t save James and Lily but he would make damn well sure he would save Harry if his life was on the line. Maybe he felt he owed it to the Potter’s. Maybe he knew that once the news of this spread, Harry would be shipped off to his Aunt Petunia's house. And if Severus knew anything about Petunia and her family, he knew well that that would not end well for Harry

With a newfound purpose in the meantime, Severus reached down into the crib and carefully scooped up the still sniffling infant. He remembered how awkward he felt holding Harry for the first time when Lily had invited him shortly after Harry was born. He didn’t know how to hold him properly and was worried that he would somehow mess it up. But now as he settled Harry into the crook of his arm, using a nearby blanket to wrap him up, it felt natural, like it came to him purely based on instinct

Severus knew it would be too dangerous to dissapperate with the infant in his arms, so he figured he would find the nearest Floo network entrance and Floo himself and Harry back to Hogwarts. He would figure out the rest from there

As Severus turned to leave, he looked back at Lily’s body one last time, letting out a shaky breath and holding Harry even closer against his chest. Once he knew when Harry’s parents would be buried, he would be sure to visit. And with time, take Harry to visit as well. But that was for another time. Now was the time to get Harry away from all this and to a safer home

[bootleg-sara]

Hello hello! All of my wonderful Miitopia: Angels and Inns lads are here and ready! Gonna post them all out slowly to avoid spamming.

Starting with the main hero and villain, the MC Emi and the Dark Lord Magi.

Much like your main character in game, Emi has gone through two other jobs. His first one was a Mage, his second one was a Cat, and his third one is the one he stays with the most, a Popstar. Emi is a big, friendly dude who just wants to hang out with his buddies. But sometimes his stubborn attitude can make it harder, as trying to get him listen to other ideas once he’s set on something isn’t so easy. He’ll take the brunt of anything if it means protecting those he cares for. Which has lead to frustrations from teammates getting denied when simply trying to help him. But no one can deny he has an incredibly infectious personality that draws all sorts of people to him. Emi came to miitopia from far off lands to both find himself a new life as well as visit his dad. He was interested in how his dad wrote a lot about the long lasting peace miitopia has seen. Of course he happened to show up at just the wrong time to get wrapped up in the face stealing. Good thing he also just happened to be the perfect guy to solve all this. Emi will never admit it, but all the fighting and rescuing is very stressful for him. This isn’t exactly his perfect calling, but he also can’t let the world fall to suffering.

The Dark Lord Magi, or later to be the ex-dark lord Magi, is quite the opposite in that regard. Living a life without many friends due to social anxieties. His life seemed to be going nowhere as he worked his life away at a HP banana factory to make ends meet. The Dark Lord/Face stealing charm may have a curse within it, there’s no separating Magi from what he did as a Dark Lord. He embraced the misery he caused, viewing it as karmic justice for how he didn’t have the chance to live a better life. After his final defeat as the darkest lord (he was still trapped in the charm along with the great sage oblation), he was forced to take a look at his life past wanting revenge on the world for not making it easier for him. Magi would spend some time as the guardsmen for New Lumos before after trying to reclaim his former glory and failing. Emi would eventually welcome Magi to their team to help with his efforts on reforming. He’s not quite there yet, but he’s making better progress than before. Maybe even in due time, he can help the faceless boy still stuck within the charm.

[katt-sports]

There's even more lore involving, like, 12 OCs.

ONE OF WHICH IS BASICALLY AN EXTRA VILLAIN!

How did each team member join? (Miitopia)

I really need to work on the rest of the team lore, I have a lot for Saburo and some for Tatsuaki but not much else.

[bestmiisongs]

And that concludes the first round of the Best Miitopia Song Tournament!

Thank you to everyone who voted and shared the polls, and I'll see you on the 20th for the start of Round Two!

List of all winning songs from Round One:

A Lively Inn

People's Profiles

Getting Changed

Browsing the Journal

One Questionnaire, Please! (3DS) / More Mii Characters! (Switch)

Let's Make Up

Inn Workout

Look What I Bought!

Zonked (US) / Can We Rest Now? (EU)

Spin The Roulette?

Roulette: Gold Prize

Roulette: Bronze Prize

Rock, Paper, Scissors!

In That Holiday Mood

Wishing Upon a Star

A Pioneer's Pride

Got an amiibo?

Delivery!

Quiz: Final Question

Quiz: Congratulations!

Choose a Mii

Greenhorne

Travelers' Hub

Haven Hollow

Opening: Miitopia at Peace

Opening: Rise of the Monsters

Opening: A Simple Traveler

The Great Sage's Theme

Divine Theme

A Happy Ending

Put a Smile on Your Face

The Princess's Theme

The Desert Prince's Theme

Ballad of the Fairies: Eldest

The Fab Fairies Dance

Fly, Dragon Riders!

The Darkest Hour

A Past Fraught With Sorrow

Purging the Dark Curse

Ending: We Saved the World

Open Up!

Villa: Grand Opening

Arrival: Greenhorne

Arrival: Elven Forest

Arrival: Powdered Peaks

Arrival: Nimbus

Arrival: The Sky Scraper

Map: Miitopia

Map: Neksdor

Map: Realm of the Fey

Map: Powdered Peaks

Map: Nimbus

Map: The Sky Scraper

Map: New Lumos

Map: Strange Place

Stage: Easin Hills

Stage: Subterranean

Stage: Arid Frontier

Stage: Nightmare Tower

Stage: Neksdor Desert

Stage: The Great Pyramid

Stage: Lotus Lake

Stage: Elven Forest

Stage: Bigg Forest

Stage: Karkaton Ascent

Stage: Karkaton Peak

Stage: Dark Lord's Castle

Stage: Ghontu Cave

Stage: Peculia

Stage: Manor Macabre

Stage: Sterile Plant

Stage: Sinister Plant

Stage: Nimbus

Stage: The Sky Scraper

Stage: Darker Lord's Domain

Meanwhile...

Stage: Galados Isle

Stage: New Lumos

Pre-battle: Imminent Clash

Pre-battle: Calamity Bringer

Battle: Greenhorne

Battle: Neksdor

Battle: Realm of the Fey

Battle: Karkaton

Battle: Powdered Peaks

Battle: Peculia

Battle: Nimbus

Battle: The Sky Scraper

Battle: Galados Isle

Battle: New Lumos

Battle: Now's Our Chance!

Boss Battle Time I

Boss Battle Time II

Boss Battle Time III

Boss: The Dark Lord

Boss: The Dark Lord's Wrath

Boss: Darker Lord's Left Hand

Boss: Darker Lord's Right Hand

Boss: The Darkest Lord

Boss: Darkest Lord's Final Form

Boss Battle: Evil Sage

The Spoils of War

Title: Greenhorne

Title: Karkaton

Title: The Dark Lord's Castle

Title: Nimbus

Title: Otherworld

Title: New Lumos

Party Time!

Outing: Seaside Relaxation

Outing: Café

Outing: Karaoke 3

Outing: Skygazing

Outing: Park

Outing: Shopping

Outing: Cooking Class

Outing: Gym - Burn!

Outing: Cinema - Watching 2

Outing: Cinema - Puzzled

Outing: Outing: Cinema - Looong

Horse: First Encounter

Stable: A New Beginning?

Stable: High Spirits

Stable: Shock

Makeup - Eyes

Wigs - Cowlick

[tomionefinds]

I feel like I’ve read every Tomione out there (and I'm still reading WIPs as new chapters come in), so on that note, while I’m waiting, I’m curious to know if there are any new fics that have caught your eye lately?

Hey Anon -

So we talked amongst ourselves and decided to share what we are currently reading that we're enjoying. Hopefully this turns other readers on to fics. Note: none of these are endorsements. Please consider them an extension of Admin Faves - TF Team

April:

Verso by virennia

E | WIP | 85k

Hermione met him when she was twelve. Tom Riddle, the most handsome boy in school.

Wolfer by peppershark

E | WIP | 58k

The preacher’s daughter backs up against the shed. He pins her against the cold wood planks: a shadow of a man, a rugged trapper from the mountains. He pulls something long and thin from his mackinaw and she’s about to scream. He says, Lumos. And there’s light. Old west AU with magic. Dark romance.

Haus

Portrait of an Angsty Teen by April17Rose

E | WIP | 28k

AU that is set in the 1800s. Hermione does not know she is a witch. She lost her family in a fire at a young age and was put in a home where the girls are sold to wealthy buyers. I wonder who is going to buy her ... Or Voldemort buys Hermione and imprisons her in his manor where there is a Portrait/Horcrux of an eighteen yr old Tom Riddle. Or A fic where I get Hermione to bang Experienced!Snake face and Virgin!Tom Riddle

All the Good Girls Go to Hell (She'll Want the Devil on Her Team) by Hoppsan

E | WIP | 62k

Things go wrong, one after the other, but Hermione is nothing if not resourceful. Harry dies? She builds a time-turner to fix it. The time-turner flings her 40 years further back than she intended? She'll adopt Tom Riddle and love the evil out of him, ensuring he'll never go after Harry in the first place. Dumbledore unexpectedly dies before he can take out Grindelwald? Well...that one might be a bit trickier to fix, but she'll manage. Somehow. She just needs to keep the teenage Dark Lord who's convinced himself he's in love with her at arm's length while training him to take on Grindelwald in Dumbledore's stead. Everything will work out. Probably.

[saltyfishdream]

Baizhu x Reader Hogwarts AU

Genshin Impact but Hogwarts AU (pls don't kill me I just somehow thought of the AU one day and threw Genshin characters inside, fuck JKR) headcanon where Baizhu gets sorted into Slytherin because of his Parseltounge powers (and him having Changsheng as a pet) but gets bullied because he's "too nice to be in Slytherin", he's an outcast in his house. To make things worse, people in the other houses fear him-- he's a Parseltounge when others expected none after Harry Potter and Voldemort, how can they not fear him? Rumors spread about him, about how he's secretly the new "heir of Slytherin" or the "Dark Lord Reincarnated". That would definitely gain him respect and popularity before the Great War, but it's been over 25 years since the war had ended and it't not the case now. Nobody wants another war.

Then he meets you. You, as a popular, bold daredevil Gryffindor, goes into the Forbidden Forest alone at midnight because your rival Scaramouche dared you to. Your friend Diluc, a descendant of the Dumbledore family, and his stepbrother Kaeya had warned you about the possible dangers of the Forest, especially to a first-year girl. Alone. At midnight. But you insist. You want to show Scara that he's the chicken, not you.

You enter the forest in the dead of night, with your wand and the only two spells you knew (Lumos and Wingardium Leviosa). Yes. That would be enough to fight off anything that's unlucky enough to get hurled in your way-- you've heard the tale of Ronald Weasley knocking out a grown troll too many times. But things don't work that way. An hour in and you find yourself attacked by centaurs, just because your Lumos spell went wrong and sent an explosion at the creatures. You try to cast a Wingardium Leviosa, but you forget-- is it swish and flick, or flick and swish? Does it go LeviOsa or LeviosA? You regret not listening to Diluc and Kaeya, and you make a mental note to roast the smirk off Scara's face if you get out of this alive ("I survived a centaur attack, what about you?" You imagine yourself saying to the arrogant Slytherin). Then you forget that you're still in combat. And you still have no idea how to cast a Wingardium Leviosa strong enough to lift up something lethal for combat.

A centaur charges at you when you're still forcing yourself to remember how to properly pronounce the spell. You decide to forget about magic and find a way to run away-- hey, at least you still have bragging rights about how you got attacked by a bunch of centaurs and lived to tell the story. However you look around to see the centaurs have formed a circle around you, leaving you no choice but to stay. And get shot by arrows until you become a human hedgehog or die, either comes first.

As you dread about which is worse-- getting killed or facing Scara's jeers and Diluc and Kaeya's "I told you so"s after this when the centaurs nock their arrows, a flash of green flies out from the bushes, hitting a centaur. The others scatter and run away, but you panic more. The only spell you've heard of that has a green flash was the Killing Curse. Was that a remainant of the the Death Eaters? Or worse, another Dark Lord in training? You get down, hide yourself in your robe and hold your breath, hoping that any person attacking the centaur won't notice you.

You hear footsteps. From under your robe, you can see the tail of a Slytherin scarf. Was that Scara? Did he plan this all along, just to see you miserable and defeated? You shake your head at the thought. He's just like you-- a first-year. There's no way he can master such a complex spell like that. And he might be annoying as heck, but not pure evil. At least not now.

"Chillax, Firenze..." You hear someone say in a soothing voice, "She's just a student, not a Death Eater..."

"But she just hurled an explosion at us!" Firenze the centaur bellowed. He's still alive.

"Nobody was hurt. I'd ask her about her motives later."

You hear more rustling and tugging sounds. "Get these damned vines off me first!"

Another flash of green. The clip-clopping of hooves off into the distance. Firenze is gone. Now you're alone with this mysterious person who saved you.

You push your torso up to see a student in his school robes. Nothing special, just the typical green Slytherin robes with the green scarf coiled around his arm. He had long green hair, with golden-rimmed glasses, and was much taller than you were, and you've never saw him before. Or maybe you simply forgot about him.

Then you notice the white, long thing coiled around his neck. You first thought that it was a vine, given that this person is most likely the same guy who tied Firenze up with vines. But you see two red rubies sticking out of the vine.

It's not a vine. It's a snake.

You have heard from Diluc and Kaeya about a third-year Slytherin with his pet snake around his neck, about how dangerous he is as a Parseltounge. But hey, he's still the person who saved your life. You at least have to thank him for that.

You gulp before asking, "Thanks, but... who are you? And... why are you here?"

"The name's Baizhu. I guess you've heard of me before. It's normal to be scared," he replies, golden eyes closing as a smile. The snake spits out its tounge, which doesn't help much with relieving your fear. "And come on, Changsheng! Don't scare her!" Baizhu turns towards the snake.

It's him they're talking about. The one you have to avoid. But your curiosity about the reason why he ended up here still overcomes your fear. "What brings you here?" You ask, holding up your wand even though you probably can't even cast a Lumos.

"-I came for the herbs. I need them for making a new healing potion-" He coughs, but his smile doesn't falter.

"Herbs? For a healing potion?" You crook a brow and blurt, "That seems too pathetic for an excuse."

Baizhu doesn't seem affected by your remark. "Yes. The materials used to make healing potions taught in our textbooks are way too ineffective when it comes to sprains. So I'm thinking about using Amakumo Fruit instead of small lamp grass..." He explains.

You nod as you notice the sky becoming slightly purple. It's beautiful, with the fireflies in the woods. You've always loved the sunrise. But that means breakfast is going to start soon, and you know the trouble you'd be in if the whole Hogwarts population find you rushing towards the Great Hall from the Forest, covered in grass and mud.

"It's almost morning. I have to go back." You say, trying to climb up and leave. Then a sharp pain hits you in your right leg, and you fall back down onto the ground.

"You ok?" Baizhu asks, expression concerned. You look at your right leg. A long stripe of blood seeps through your sock, dying the fabric crimson. "Oh dear. Your leg."

"No shit, Sherlock," You say through gritted teeth as Baizhu fumbles for something in a pouch he carries around on his waist.

He finally hands you a glass bottle with blue liquid inside. "Here's a healing potion I made just in case. I guess I'd be using it on you." He chuckles.

You look at the blue liquid. What if it's not safe? But the pain in your leg stops you from thinking more so you unstopper the bottle and drink from it like a man dying of thirst-- then you feel an urge to spit it out.

"Why is this so bitter?!" You say after forcing yourself to swallow the poison potion, "Is this poison?" Even Changsheng looked like it were smirking. But your leg does feel better.

Baizhu tries to hold back laughter. "Good potions are always bitter," He says, leading you back on your feet.

As the sun continues to rise, you and Baizhu walk out of the Forest. Maybe he wasn't that scary anyways.

[racfoam]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @chiocchi 🥹 and @hazelnut1 ! 💖💖💖

Tagging (no pressure): @isalisewrites @youknowmevj @shouldertallabyss @maidenwychelm @leafiloaf @duplicitywrites @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @riddlemeharder @liquidluckandstuff @mishqua @mrmxlemons @ginnyruin @mayfriend @kagariasuha @louveclaviere @inkwardspots @cannibalinc @itsevanffs @purplewitch156 @loneamaryllis @snake-queen7 @ahru0226 @solavonn @limonium-anemos

I'm working on nynn ch 40 so I suppose I'll send a bit of that 😊

“Lumos.” whispered Harry. A small, white light flickered atop her wand, illuminating the darkness of the narrow hallway.

In the darkness, Harry traced the outlines of Lord Voldemort's back, a skeletal ivory figure clad in black.

Restraining a shriek of terror by slamming her palm over her mouth, forcing the shriek to resound in her throat instead, Harry leapt behind the wall.

“Nox!” Harry whispered urgently, barely above a breath, mindful not to be heard. The light went out at once. Starting to curse herself for giving into the need for light, Harry remained pressed with her back against the wall in the swathing darkness, unable to see a thing, chest heaving rapidly.

For long seconds, Harry counted her breaths, clutching her wand until her palm started to sweat. She was shaking.

Nothing happened. It was fine. Voldemort didn't see her. She was safe.

Harry peeked out from the corner of the wall. In the darkness, she could make out the outline of Voldemort's figure. He did not move, did not turn.

He didn't see her. Thank Merlin.

“Hello, Harry.” said Voldemort, his cold voice carrying through the hallway like a burst of calamitous wind.

The startled yelp Harry released was a completely reasonable reaction.

[bushtail03]

a little, "what if Regulus was Croookshanks" idk... this is at the Battle of Hogwarts btw

Regulus sat in a corner away from the fighting, watching them all. He wanted to do something but didn't know if he could change back into his human form. He had been in his Animagus form for so long and there hadn't been any research on what could happen to a person if they stayed in their animal form for 19 years. This was the longest record of someone staying in their Animagus form.

Amidst the fighting, Regulus can hear a voice, the voice of Lord Voldemort.

“You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value true bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort of merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.” 

He continues, “I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who tried to conceal you from me. One hour.”

Crookshanks, no, Regulus spotted Harry walking toward the forest. He wanted to tell Harry not to go but that would have done nothing in this form. Regulus had to find a way to change back if only to save Harry.

Regulus continues to follow Harry into the Forbidden Forest. He is staying far away not to be noticed but close enough. Regulus sees Harry stop in his tracks and take something from his pocket. Harry uses the Lumos charm, it’s a snitch, but it’s opened, and in the center is a black stone. 

“Does it hurt?” 

“I didn’t want you to die. Any of you. I’m sorry,” his voice breaks. 

“Right after you’d had your son… Remus, I’m sorry,’ Harry is on the verge of tears.

“You’ll stay with me?” It’s like listening to half of a conversation. There is something there that Regulus cannot see.

Harry mutters one last thing before he starts moving again, almost too quietly for Regulus to hear. “Stay close to me.” 

Regulus is hiding in the forest observing the scene before him, helpless to do anything. 

Why had he come?

There was no point. He can’t help Harry, though he wishes he could. 

Voldemort and Harry duel. Regulus had to do something. How could he just sit there and do nothing? So, Regulus tried, he willed his body to turn back to a human shape. He tried and tried.

Nothing happened and before he knew it, Harry was dead and Regulus had done nothing.

How could Regulus have let this happen?

Lord Voldemort and the death eaters walked toward the castle. In Hagrid’s arms (the students and teachers are leaving the castle to see what’s going on) Regulus could see a still Harry Potter.

He looked dead.

There are screams and cries heard all around, the loudest being Ginny Weasley.

[lenoraslament]

Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Overprotective

Lenora is hungover with our dark lord

Lenora slept until past noon as did most of the house. She laid on her bed feeling still depleted when she awoke. If it wasn't for Lilith shoving a coffee and muffin in her face she probably would have laid in bed all day.

"Why are you so peppy?" She groaned,

Lilith smiled grabbing a small vial from her pocket, "well  not all of us dove halfway in the bottle last night".

Lenore gave her a sour face.

"I brought you a hangover elixir as well" Lilith said in a sing-songy voice.

"Who made it?" Lenore grumbled from underneath her pillow where she hid her head.

"Tom" Lilith said leafing through Lenora's dresses from her open closet, "he made you that coffee too"

"Throw it out" Lenora lifted her head up, "I'd rather suffer".

Lilith snorted, "well excuse me princess" she dumped it in her coffee anyway when Lenora looked away.

Lenora took a sip of the coffee, "you destroyed the elixir?" She asked.

"Obliterated" Lilith said with a smile.

Abraxas, she could forgive. Tom she refused to even look at. His eyes flicked over the newspaper as she came down the stairs.

She sat in the front room with the rest of the guys watching Lilith saddle next to Theo happily. Black looked out the window sullenly, he refused to meet her eye.

"Are you going to thank me for the coffee?" Tom asked as she sat in the only seat available. Unfortunately next to him.

He passed her a section the newspaper. Abraxas shot her a look and for a moment she felt defeated.

"Thank you Tom," she said quietly as she read.

They all sat for a while making conversation, remarking on articles in the paper. Abraxas got up and sat on the floor next to Lenora and they chatted about new music.

"Well" exclaimed Lilith loudly, "I only have two days here and tomorrow Theo and I have a date"

They all looked at her dumbly.

"So Nora and I are going shopping" she smiled at Lenora who raised her eyebrows. Even though she was surprisingly not hungover, she was not in the mood.

"Lovely!" She said standing up, suddenly relieved to be escaping.

They returned bags in hand. Theo sat on the porch waiting for them. He flicked his wand carrying the bags from their hands and floating them upstairs. Lilith and him embraced like two lovers separated for dynasties, making Nora look away shyly.

Wanting to give them their privacy, she began to walk backwards in the lawn.

"I'm going to go for a little walk guys" she called out.

"Are you sure?" Theo called out, "it's getting dark".

"Lumos" she said and her wand lit, "I'm fine".

She meandered to the back for the house, if she were anywhere else she may have felt frightened. Alone in the dark she walked the woods she had known even as a child. Over rocks and fallen branches until she heard the babbling of a small waterfall.

Even under the endlessness of night, her favorite spot was beautiful. Lenora found a rock and climbed onto it watching the quiet glimmers of the water

   She sat there for over an hour and began to walk along the bank. Her wand lit the area and she saw some small unusual flowers. Nora crouched and squinted, little white blooms that looked vaguely familiar.

Water hemlock she gasped. A very rare and unusual ingredient for very powerful potions.  Wasn't this just perfect? She conjured a small pouch and cut them carefully. She made certain not to touch the blooms, they were absolutely poisonous. She placed the pack in the pocket of her dress.

"Are you a fool?" The voice made her jump although she knew who it was.

"Are you my shadow?" She quipped back not in the mood.

"It's dangerous at night" Tom said, "hurry up"

He looked at her queerly sitting on the ground, "what are you doing? I didn't know you came here at night too."

Lenora have him a curious look, "how did you know I came here at all?"

Tom felt caught, for a moment he doubted his own abilities to Obliviate. He stared into Nora's eyes for a hint of the truth but there was nothing.

"Just hurry up" he said, "before I throw you in the creek".

She patted her pocket softly thinking about the possibilities it held inside.

  Tom held his arm for her and she begrudgingly took it. He held her tightly, it wasn't lost on her the change in his behavior. Why was Tom had been acting so overprotective? He always had been intertwined in her life but this new attitude was a bit much.

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⭐️NEW LUMOS POLL 1: CANON CASTED MIITOPIA CHARACTERS⭐️

First poll voted on in the New Lumos server!!

For the first round: Pick between fourteen of our contestants of notable heroics and events from Miitopia! Remember, this one isn’t about who was casted but their role!

First Round:

Prince of a Nearby Land v.s. Toby

Ex-Dark Lord v.s. Eldest Fab Fairy

Youngest Fab Fairy v.s. King of Greenhorne

Dark Lord v.s. Besmirched Noble’s Son

Princess of Greenhorne v.s. Genie of the Lamp

Darker Lord v.s. Guardian Spirit

Middle Fab Fairy v.s. Dark Curse / Reborn

Bonus Round will proceed before the Second Round. Stay tuned!