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creativerogues · 4 years ago

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Using Myths to Create a Campaign Setting...

So while researching for this Mega-Post (which will probably become one part of many), I’ve found that myths, legends and folklore as a whole is really just a cool thing to read about.

There’s so much creativity and wonder in every myth, and it’s been super fun to find story elements that have persisted all the way to the modern day.

With that said, and wait for it: Making a D&D Setting can be really really tiring.

So, after rediscovering my love of mythology, I thought I’d take a new approach to all this: Using “Comparative Mythology”.

“Wait! What’s Comparative Mythology?” I hear you ask. Well Comparative Mythology is when you compare myths from different cultures and identify all the things they share.

So let’s start this Mega-Post by ending this long-winded intro and getting to the whole point of this: The Common Myths!

The Creation of Mankind from Clay

The creation of man from clay is a thing that recurs throughout a bunch of world religions and mythologies. In this Myth, Mankind is created from dust, clay or earth by a single deity.

In Greek Mythology, Prometheus molded men out of water and earth.

In Egyptian Mythology, one of the several ‘Creator Gods’, called Ptah, is a Potter who fashions the bodies of humans (and some Gods) from clay.

The Theft of Fire

The theft of fire for humanity is another that recurs in many world mythologies. Where a deity, sometimes the deity of earth, the forge, or the deity that actually created Mankind, steals a portion of the Sun or a Magical Heavenly Flame and gives it to humanity so they don’t freeze to death or starve because they can’t cook their food.

Probably the most famous version of this Myth comes from Greek Mythology, where the Titan Prometheus stole the heavenly fire of the gods and gave it to humanity, the thing he created from clay, so they could build their first civilisation.

The Great Flood

Cultures around the world tell stories about a great flood that leaves only one survivor or a group of survivors. Sometimes the Flood is meant to restart the world, defeat a great evil, or as a punishment to Mankind for some known or unknown thing.

In the Hebrew Bible, probably the most famous example of this, God sends down a global flood that wipes out humanity, with only one man surviving and saving the world’s species by taking them aboard a giant boat.

In Greek Mythology, a Myth says that Zeus, Head of the Gods, sent down a great storm to flood the world after people started trying to sacrifice humans to him, which was completely against the Greek Laws of Hospitality and a big ol’ no-no in the eyes of Zeus.

The Dying-And-Rising God

Many Myths feature a God or Goddess who dies somehow and returns to life thanks to the help of the other Gods.

In Egyptian Mythology, Osiris, who was slain by his brother Seth, was brought back to life by his sisters Isis and Nephtys. Osiris eventually became the ‘King of the Dead’ while his Son became ‘King of the Living’, which may have something to do with a Father-like Figure giving power to their Son, which is another theme that pops up in a few cultures…

In Greek Mythology, it’s Adonis, a beautiful man born from his Mother that just so happened to be turned into a tree. But after being left in a Forest by Aphrodite and told to avoid any wild Boars (also known as Ares in disguise), Adonis immediately decided to do the opposite and hunt down the wild Boar (also known as Ares, the God of War). The fight didn’t really go in Adonis’ favour, and after Aphrodite found out, she stormed into the Underworld and demanded her Boyfriend back, and eventually Zeus got involved, deciding to split the Year in two, the warmer months (summer and spring) where Adonis would be with Aphrodite, and the colder months (autumn and winter) where Adonis would go back into the Underworld. This is why Adonis is associated so much with spring, renewal and rebirth.

The Creative Sacrifice

Many cultures have stories about divine figures whose death creates a certain part of reality.

These myths seem especially common among cultures that are farmers or have agriculture as a major part of their society.

In Norse Mythology, the First Giant, known as Ymir or ‘The Cosmic Giant’ was killed to create the World of Norse Myth.

In Aztec Myth, after Huitzilopochtli kills his sister Coyolxauhqui and his 400 brothers, Coyolxauhqui's severed head becomes the moon, and her 400 dead brothers become the stars in the night sky.

In Greek Mythology, when the many-eyed Giant Argus was slain by Hermes, Argus' eyes were transferred by Hera to the tail of the peacock, hence the beautiful tail feathers of a peacock!

The Seat of the World

The seat of the world is usually noted as a place that sits at the centre of the world and acts as a point of contact between different levels of the universe: Usually Heaven, Earth and the Underworld.

And as a small Sidenote, there’s a LOT of mythologies and world religions that use a giant ‘Cosmic Tree’ to represent the seat of the world, and they usually describe it as “a great tree joining heaven, earth, and the underworld”, with branches that reach the Heavens and whose roots that reach the Underworld.

In Hindu, Jain, and Buddhist Mythology, Mount Meru (also recognised as Sumeru, Sineru or Mahāmeru), is a sacred five-peaked mountain, and is considered to be the centre of all universes, both physical and spiritual.

In Norse Mythology, Yggdrasil is an immense mythical cosmic tree that connects the Nine Worlds of Norse Cosmology.

In Greek Mythology, the “Seat of the World” was the City of Delphi, the literal centre of the Greek Mythological World. Delphi was almost always seen as “the belly-button of the world”, with many tales surrounding the famous Oracle of Delphi. You could also consider Mount Olympus to be a sort-of “Seat of the World” too, since that’s the famous place where only the Gods lived...

The Ideal God

This is usually referring to a King, Queen or some kind of Head of a Pantheon, a God to rule the Gods.

Even actual Official D&D Settings do this by having an ‘Overgod’.

In Norse Mythology, Odin is the Leader of the Gods.

In Greek Mythology, Zeus is Head of the Gods, though Hera (his Wife) also has some influence on the Pantheon.

In Roman Mythology, which is extremely similar to Greek Mythology, they have Jupiter as the Head of the Pantheon and King of the Gods.

In Egyptian Mythology, Ra is Head of the Pantheon, though some interpretations vary on his actual name.

And as a side-note, it seems most ‘Head of the Pantheon’ Gods are male with some sort of connection to the Sky, the Sun, or Storms, and are often extremely wise or extremely powerful, usually depicted as extremely ripped and wielding big ol’ stabby weapons...

And weirdly enough, most have some sort of connection to birds, I can’t really find out where that comes from, but it’s cool nonetheless.

The War with the Titans

This is usually the Myth that creates the “Official Pantheon” for a Place’s Religion. The Titans (or sometimes called Primordials, beings that represent chaotic and destructive elements like Fire and Lightning) fight the Gods, sometimes a few Gods die, but the Gods always win.

Again, the most famous version of this Myths is In Greek Mythology, where the Titanomachy was a ten-year series of battles consisting mostly of the Titans fighting the Olympian Gods and their allies. This event is also known as the War of the Titans, Battle of the Titans, Battle of the Gods, or just The Titan War, which is just a cool name in general...

Gargantuan Giants

By “Gargantuan Giants”, I mean Gargantuan compared to Humans, who in most cultures were less than 6 Feet Tall, so sometimes Giants were as short of 8 Feet, and others they are quite literally the size of the Universe…

In Greek Mythology, there’s the myth of Ourion (or more commonly known as ‘Orion’) the Giant, a Huntsman famous for being placed among the stars as the constellation of Orion. There’s also the Hecatonchires, also known as the Hundred-Handed Giants, as well as the Myth of the Cyclopes and a bunch of other Gods and Demigods who are described as “Giant” in size.

In Norse Mythology, there’s dozens of famous giants, also known as Jotuun in some texts. From Surtur, the fire giant that leads his kin into battle during Ragnarok, to the trickster giant Utgard-Loki, famous for annoying the Hel out of Thor and thoroughly embarrassing him in front of all the other giants.

Mythical Dragons and Serpents

Sometimes just large snakes and other times gigantic snakes, legendary snakes and serpent-like creatures appear in the folklore of a bunch of different cultures around the world. And speaking of Dragons, while they vary from region to region, they’re almost always depicted as gargantuan serpentine creatures with four-legs.

Mythical Serpents in Mythology

In Egyptian Mythology, Atum shaped the world thanks to four mythical serpents. Also in Egyptian Mythology is Apophis, a gargantuan mythical serpent that symbolises chaos, who tries to eat the sun every day as part of the Journey of Ra and his Sun-Barge/Sun-Boat.

In Greek Mythology, there’s the Lernaean Hydra, more often known simply as the Hydra, a multi-headed snake monster killed by Heracles as part of his Twelve Labours. There’s also Python, a big ol’ sea snake with the gift of prophecy, that was then promptly killed by a Baby Apollo...

In Aztec Mythology, there’s Quetzalcoatl, a giant feathered serpent (and sometimes a dragon!) characterised as the God of Wind, the Dawn, the Planet Venus, Arts and Crafts, Wisdom and Knowledge.

And another thing, it seems some Myths depict these giant snakes as pets or living weapons used by Kings, Queens or even the Gods to keep their subjects in check.

Dragons in Mythology

In Eastern Cultures and Mythologies, Dragons are usually depicted as wingless, four-legged, serpentine creatures with above-average intelligence and the ability to control rivers, the ocean, the wind and the weather.

In Western Cultures and Mythologies, Dragons are often depicted as savage, winged, horned, four-legged, and capable of breathing fire.

The Myth that founds a Custom

This myth is way more varied than the rest. Many cultures have myths describing the origin of their customs, with most societies often justifying their customs by claiming that the Gods or the Mythical Heroes of their Culture established those customs.

The Curse of Cannibalism

Human cannibalism features in the myths, folklore, and legends of many cultures and is most often attributed to evil characters, with the idea that consuming human flesh is an evil act that usually transforms the person into a monster of some kind.

In Greek Mythology, there exists the Lamia, a woman who became a child-eating monster after her children were destroyed by Hera after Hera learnt of her husband Zeus’ little “escapades”.

In Native American Myth, there’s the famous Wendigo, a creature (or sometimes depicted as an evil spirit) from folklore, with some sources saying Wendigos are created when a human resorts to cannibalism to survive.

The Hero's Adventure to save their Lover

This is usually a story of three parts: Hero gains a Lover, Lover dies through unforeseen circumstances, and finally the Hero goes on an Adventure (most commonly going to the Underworld) to meet/save/resurrect their Lover.

This Myth can also be known as the “Hero goes to the Underworld to save their Lover” Myth, which is also super common when you look at all the different world cultures.

In an old Babylonian Myth, the Babylonian Goddess Ishtar (Goddess of Love, War and Fertility) gets trapped in the Underworld with the Queen of the Dead after trying to save her husband from the Underworld. But then Asushunamir, a gender-ambiguous individual constructed by Enki (a Babylonian Ocean God), is sent to the Underworld to save Ishtar, so I guess that’s two stories in one?

In Japanese Mythology, Japan has two Creator Deities: Izanagi and Izanami. But after the Birth of Kagi-Tsuchi (the Fire God), Izanami dies. So Izanagi decides to just go on down to the Underworld to get her back. But after lighting a torch in the Underworld when he’s specifically told not to, Izanami is understandably peeved and sends a bunch of monsters after Izanagi to chase him down until Izanagi decides to block the entrance to the Underworld with a giant rock so no monsters get out. Yay?

In Greek Mythology, Orpheus (one of Apollo’s kids) walks on down to the Greek Underworld to chat with Hades and maybe get his dead lover Eurydice back. Hades says “Yeah, sure bro! Just don’t look at her before you two get back to the World of the Living again, okay?” But Orpheus, like an idiot, decides to immediately do the opposite after thinking Hades is tricking him, and Eurydice is dragged back down in the Underworld to stay there forever...

The Sun gets eaten by a Giant Beast

This is usually what Cultures and World Religions use to explain celestial events such as an Eclipse.

In Aztec Mythology, they had a God called Huitzilopochtli (Yay! I spelt it right!) who was their Sun God and God of War and Human Sacrifice. Huitzilopochtli also had 400 Brothers and one Sister: Coyolxauhqui. After murdering his sister, Coyolxauhqui’s severed head becomes the moon and several of Huitzilopochtli’s brothers become the stars. And now the sun is constantly at risk of being devoured by the night sky and to put this all short: Huitzilopochtli is constantly fighting off the severed head of his sister (The Moon) to stop her eating/murdering the sun and the earth. FUN!

In Norse Mythology, at some point during Ragnarok (the Norse “End of the World” Myth), the sun and moon are eaten, possibly by Fenrir, but definitely by Mythical Wolf of some variety, sources differ.

In Egyptian Mythology, the Egyptians would pray against Apophis (the giant snake in the Underworld) to squash his nightly attempts to eat the sun as it passed through the Underworld.

And as a side-note, this one doesn't have to be a Beast, sometimes the sun is stolen by a thief, or something happens and it's sealed away or just straight up nopes out and disappears for a few days...

Gods named after Planets

It’s right in the name, a lot of Gods are named after Planets, Stars, Constellations and other Celestial Objects.

In Egyptian Mythology, the Gods are actually named after the various Stars and Constellations that can be seen in Egypt’s night sky.

In Roman Mythology, examples include Jupiter, Head of the Pantheon, as well as Mars the God of War, Mercury the God of Merchants, and Venus the Goddess of Love and Beauty, as well as Neptune, Saturn and More!

The Beast to be Released and Kill the World

This is usually a Wolf, Snake, or other Giant Beast that, when the Apocalypse comes, is released from whatever bindings they have and wreak havoc on the Mortal World. Sometimes the Beast is chained away or trapped in the Underworld, but other times they’re just sleeping until the Apocalypse comes knocking…

In Egyptian Mythology, this Beast is known as Apophis, a Giant Snake trapped in the Underworld that tries every day to eat the Sun (and sometimes eat Ra too!) before Apophis is defeated by the powers of Gods and the apocalypse is stopped for another day.

In Norse Mythology, this Beast is Fenrir, a Giant Wolf and Son of the Trickster God Loki. Fenrir is bound by a series of heavy chains, and when Ragnarok (the Norse version of the Apocalypse) comes, Fenrir will break his chains and go on a big ol’ god-killin’ spree!

So there you go! I’m so sorry for having to cut quite a bit of content, since I didn’t want to make this Post a full-blown essay.

If I missed your favourite myth, or forgot to add a detail that you thought was important or cool, I apologise profusely.

The research for this Post was A LOT, and I just want to thank everyone in the Community who helped out and contributed to this thing.

I hope that when you’re building your own D&D Worlds, you can look back at this Post as inspiration for creating a pretty cool and realistic world for your Players to mess around in...

#dnd #DnD 5e #dnd 5e campaign #dnd 5e homebrew campaign #dnd campaign setting #mythology #Greek Mythology #norse mythology #Roman Mythology #egyptian mythology #creativerogues #communitymade

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tenderedsouls · 4 years ago

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* seo ji hye , cis woman + she / her | you know margot kang , right ? they're thirty , and they've lived in irving for like , their whole life off and on ? well , their spotify wrapped says they listened to malibu nights by lany like , a million times this year , which makes sense 'cause they've got that whole constantly running her fingers through her hair , haphazard piles of designer clothing cluttering her bedroom , and sipping honey sweetened green tea while enjoying a quiet morning thing going on . i just checked and their birthday is september 19th , so they're a virgo , which is unsurprising , all things considered .

001. DOSSIER .

name : margot kang . nicknames : none . date of birth : september 19th , 1990 . zodiac : virgo . birthplace : irving , north carolina ( raised on orion avenue ) . orientation : bisexual , biromantic . residence : irving , north carolina ( port apartments ) . height : 170cm ( 5′7″ ) . positives : captivating , freethinking , genuine , polished , and self - reliant . neutral : moralistic , whimsical , sensual , mellow , and ambitious . negative : compulsive , devious , argumentative , shallow , and unreliable . likes : buying new clothes , sleeping in , banana muffins , warm blankets , bubble baths with lavender , and not sleeping in pants . dislikes : authority , being lied to , long meetings , her parents , her flightiness , dry hair , candy , and interrupted sleep . style : her style highly consists of matching pieces , think something akin to cher’s iconic yellow plaid outfit from clueless . she has an affinity for accessories , but especially small ones like hair clips , earrings , bracelets , and necklaces . she has a strange hatred for jeans and sneakers , and thus , she will never be seen in them .

002. BACKSTORY .

growing up in a household full of expectations was , by margot’s definition , was the worst existence known to mankind . she desired to do what ‘ normal ’ children would do , and that didn’t include church and excursions as if it were a right of passage . perhaps it was , but for margot , this was not what she wanted to do with her life . don’t get her wrong , though , margot didn’t hate church . if anything , she didn’t understand why she was expected to go so often as if that were going to change anything . she did well in school , save for a few small quizzes that would catch her by surprise , and she played a sport . what more could her parents have wanted from her ? apparently , they expected for her to shoot rainbows out of her ass .

of course , high school comes around and like most teenage girls , margot develops crushes . her first boyfriend is nothing but a puppy love scenario , which lasts all of three months after she gets mad at him for forgetting her cutie pie’s order . next comes a string of boyfriends that aren’t good for her , nor are they what her parents would have liked for her . it’s during her senior year that margot finds herself truly falling in love for the first time , and it’s also what will become the worst year of her life . everything about their relationship was built on wishes . they would wish to get out of their small town . they would wish for more time in the days to be together .

the bad year builds . first it’s arguments with her parents because she stayed out thirty minutes , an hour , two hours past curfew . she could remember slamming her bedroom door on countless nights , and texting her boyfriend that she needed to leave now . and finally , it happens one friday night when she manages to sneak clothes in her sports bag and finds herself on the road out of irving once school is over on that day . they barely make it three hours into their escape , and the police catch up with them . margot is returned home so fueled with anger that she could burst , and her parents scold her for making them worry like that . their strictness tightens on her then , and if it has nothing to do with school , then she’s barred from doing so . for the rest of the year , margot keeps her head down as her attempted runaway was the talk of the town , and she figures that it’s best for her to aim far .

by far , margot means leaving irving once high school graduation rolls around . she finds herself in california , attending uc berkeley where she majors in marketing . the distance between herself and her parents is what she needs as she’s finally from under their thumb . margot excels while at berkeley , and she even manages to find love again . she welcomes paloma when she moves to los angeles as well , and she was happy to reconnect with her little sister again . it’s a could of years after her college graduation that margot says goodbye to paloma once more when her boyfriend is transferred to london . their long term relationship turns into an engagement , but margot strangely finds herself homesick . thus , she ends the engagement , and finds herself back in irving .

currently , margot works as senior marketing manager at a small fashion magazine and lives in port apartments . it wouldn’t surprise me if people think she haunts the apartment as she comes and goes at all hours and doesn’t really talk to anyone . her return to irving had been done quietly , as margot has placed herself in a self imposed exile away from her parents , and she doesn’t want her parents to know that she’s in irving again . margot has the itch to get up and leave at all times , and this will often times reflect in her relationships .

003. PERSONALITY .

margot , for the lack of better words , is someone who can never make up her mind . she says what she wants and she does what she wants , which can sometimes get her in trouble even if she doesn’t mean to do so . she is extremely flighty , and finds herself running from situations even if they’re going well . most people will say that she acts like an overgrown teenager , and that could be agreed with . as she felt so sheltered and removed from the world , margot has taken her adult years to do as she so pleases . often , this means taking random trips to charlotte to get a blowout or to go shopping for things she doesn’t need . she will offer you her opinion even if it’s not asked for , and she struggles with not wanting to argue over even the pettiest of situations .

004. CONNECTIONS .

as always , i’m down to work based on chemistry or fill any connections that you may have for your muses !

the high school boyfriend . maybe they see how stupid it was to try and run away together , or they were completely serious .

the fiance . they were together in la and london , but margot left him suddenly a little over a few months into their engagement . perhaps ... angst 👀 .

some friends pls !

a neighbor ? mayhaps they share their sugar , and they also share ... their sugar 😏

her high school best friend ! maybe they were an influence on her rebelling , or maybe they weren’t ! margot would need a voice of reason that she promptly ignored .

hook ups ... put them in my hands . 🤲🏽

this could be fun , but someone that she absolutely annoys the shit out of VCNXVCBHX

but i would also love someone who makes her want to stay in irving 🥺 her flightiness is always itching , but one hang out with them and she suddenly thinks that irving is the best place in the world

#irvingintro #police cw #time for plotting finally !!!!!!!!

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noir-chien · 4 years ago

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𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ　ＯＶＥＲＶＩＥＷ．

【ＱＵＩＣＫ　ＦＡＣＴＳ．】

𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: Sirius Orion Black

𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘: Padfoot/Pads

𝖆𝖌𝖊: 20

𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍: November 3rd, 1959

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: cis male

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘: He/Him

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: Pure-Blood

𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍: London, England, UK

𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Homosexual

𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉: Right

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ．】

𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒: Deaken Bluman

𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙: 1,80 cm (5’11)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘: Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, porcelain skin

𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗: black

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗: Grey

𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖘: 1.Canis Major constellation on his ankle. 2. Enchanted moon phases on his underarm (with a little hand that points to the moon phase). 3. The marauder’s animagi forms and a wolf on the side of his body. 4. Several symbols and runes all over his body. 5.Another one with the moon phases (not enchanted on his back and next to it stag’s antlers that spread like wings and a geometrical rat sitting on one of the antlers

𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: one in each lobe (small silver hoops), the industrial on his right ear, two mid helix on his left ear (2 small hoops)

𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘: none

【ＦＡＭＩＬＩＡＬ　／／　ＰＬＡＴＯＮＩＣ．】

𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Orion Black (biological) - Fleamont Potter (took him in)

𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Walburga Black (biological) - Euphemia Potter (took him in)

𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Regulus Arcturus Black (biological) - James Potter

𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊: TBD

𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓: Bellatrix Lastrange (nee Black), Andromeda Tonks (nee Black) Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black), etc.

𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene MacKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Risha Fawley

【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ．】

𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘: English, French, Greek & Latin..

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙: Chaotic good - “Rebel”

𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖟𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈: Scorpio

𝕳𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖍��𝖚𝖘𝖊: Gryffindor

𝖒𝖇𝖙𝖎: ENFP-T (Campaigner, the diplomat)

𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒: Type 8 - The Challenger

𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖐𝖘:

Sirius was never a morning person. He wakes up all grumpy and he doesn’t want to speak to anyone until he has his coffee. He is the most annoying person after he wakes up.

He doesn’t like people using his things when they don’t ask, even the marauders

𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖉: Apple Wood with Dragon Heartstring

𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆: Sirius excelled in all of his classed, due to the early tutoring his parents lines up for him. Potions, of course, wasn’t the exception. So, he found himself being from the selective ones to brew advanced potions in his 6th year. The professor hadn’t shared the name of the potion with his students, he wanted to be a surprise in order to be unbiased of the scents they would catch. Once again he wasn’t paired with either of his friends, but with a fellow hufflepuff, with whom he got along. Sirius was familiar with the amortentia potion and its effects, but he never got to brew one or smell one during his tutoring. That’s why he didn;t recognise either the components, nor the process. They struggled with the ingredients, but due to Sirius’ knowledge, he altered some of the steps and, at last, the potion was perfectly done. Before he got the chance to inform the professor he started picking a scent from the cauldron. He expected it to smell funky, but it smelled like the ocean during the summer time. He chuckled at himself, ‘interesting’ he thought. But a second incense caught his attention. ‘Moony’s aroma’ he thought. He looked up from the cauldron to search for his best friend. He was used to his heightened sense, but didn’t expect to start picking up his friends’ scent so easily. A third incense found its way to his nostrils; the Gryffindor common room smell. It wasn't long before he put two and two together. He gasped. “The Amortentia Potion” he exclaimed. That’s when his weird feelings towards Remus were explained in his head.

𝕭𝖔𝖌𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖙: He sees himself as the Black Heir; the man his father always wanted to become, surrounded by his friends, their faces holding fear and betrayal as they are looking at him.Then the boggarts shifts and all his friend dead and their blood is on his hands.

𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉: As he grew up, his desires changed with him. Back when he was still in his first years at Hogwarts he would see his family being happy and content with who he was and accepting his friends and that he was a Gryffindor. After he left his family he would see his father full of regret for the pressure he put on Sirius and asking him to be family again and that he would accept him exactly the way he wanted to be. Now his desire is for the wand to end with all of his family and friends intact and him dropping his allegiance to Mundus Novus without consequences, surrounded by his friends and Remus, being happy again.

𝕬𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈: The marauders’ laugh echoing throughout the house, summer mornings at bed beside Remus, watching over sunrises and sunsets while listening to David Bowie in front of the ocean, small quiet muggle coffee places, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked goods, the smell of prestigious cologne cigarettes and leather.

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𝒦𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈 | ᵀʰᵉ ᵁᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ ᴬᶜᵃᵈᵉᵐʸ|

Klaus’ chaotic energy, the struggle to suppress the darkness his powers hide and the love and his efforts to save the love of his life are the things that made me compare Sirius to him. Klaus is a unique character trying to finally be happy without embracing his true nature. What he found out in the end, is only by accepting it he would- eventually- find the happiness he longed for. He was torn when he watched his soulmate die, as he was torn when he watched his soulmate forsaking him and refusing his help. He has to make amends with what he cannot change. He has to accept that even when he is not at fault, things don’t go the right way.

𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 | ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᴬᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ: ᶜⁱᵛⁱˡ ᵂᵃʳ|

Bucky was doomed to carry bad deeds. He was used as a weapon against his friend and his true loyalties, the same way Sirius was chosen and doomed by his own father. He is doomed to serve the Mundus Novus, not brainwashed, but afraid that his friends or family will be in danger if he doesn’t.

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 |ᵀʰᵒʳ: ᴿᵃᵍⁿᵃʳᵒᵏ |

Loki felt unloved and unwanted by his own father. He knew that he wasn’t the boy his father wanted and that destroyed him. He was manipulated by Thanos to attack, to be dreadful, to be a weapon against mankind, the same way that Sirius is manipulated by Orion.

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓮 | ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ |

Simon is a guy with an agenda to make the world accept his own kind. He is ready to do everything needed for his allegiance for their agenda to come though. He, as well, has a troubled past. His parents not accepting him, depression. At last, he found his place as a disciple in a fraction. He is willing to do everything for the fraction's wish and intentions to be fulfilled, but his own world shakes when he meets the guy he has to kill for the fraction's wishes to be met. He found love that made him question what he knew until now. What connects Sirius and Simon, is that Sirius started questioning everything his family taught him, the moment he was sorted in Gryffindor and he met his friends. He saw another perspective, more suited to the way his mind and heart factioned.

#[ＩｎｓｉｄｅｉｎｔｈｅｄａｒｋＩ＇ｍａｃｈｉｎｇｔｏｂｅｆｒｅｅ／ｂｉｏ]#sirius black #noirchien

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autistic-ophelia · 2 years ago

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Hamlet at Elsinore is a personal favourite of mine (not only because it gave me my icon lmao). I feel like I should note that this is specifically a movie version rather than a filmed stage production but it is still quite a good watch and is available for free on YouTube. As far as a filmed version of the stage play, while I haven’t personally seen the globe theatre’s hamlet, all of their other work is wonderful and is available on their website.

what's the best production of hamlet to watch after having finished reading it for the first time?

oh i desperately wish i could answer this but i have never actually watched a hamlet. i'm a fake. opening this to the followers

#hope this is helpful and not just annoying lol #anyway god speed anon enjoy your hamlet adventures #hamlet #shakespeare #orion coming out of their well to annoy mankind

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marauder--harder · 6 years ago

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Mission: What If- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 5 of Mission: Improbable)

A/N: This is a lil filler, fluff type chapter till we can get to the good bits. Someone remind me to stop making slow burn fics, yeah? lmao, I hope y’all enjoy. Much love, xoxo. :)

Word Count: 3,050.

The incessant sound of your muggle alarm clock ringing woke you that morning. You groaned, burying your head back into pillow, determined to get at least another few minutes of rest before you had to start your day. Blindly reaching out in the direction of the snooze button, you stopped as you heard it quiet suddenly. Your tired mind did little at the confused thought as to how it turned off, instead snuggling deeper into your covers.

“As cute as you look bundled up in your sheets, I didn’t sign up for my partner to be a flobberworm in disguise.”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the deep voice coming from your right and you quickly peeked out from your hut of warmth to have a look at who was bothering you this early. A set of twinkling gray eyes met yours, causing them to roll on their own volition. Of course it was Sirius.

“You know,” you drawled lowly, voice still laced with sleep. “Keep sneaking into my room, Sirius, and I’m going to think that you are a pervert.”

The sound of his barking laugh, while much too happy for such an ungodly hour, brought the faintest of smiles to your face.

“I’d hardly call this sneaking, love.”

“Yeah? Then what do you call it?”

Sirius palmed your alarm clock, shoving it in your general direction. “A service to all mankind. This bloody thing was going off for nearly five minutes before I shut it off.”

“I was getting to it,” you huffed, a slight flush rising on your cheeks at your obvious ignoring of the annoying contraption.

“Well, now that you’re up,” Sirius smiled suddenly and plopped onto the foot of your bed. “Shall we discuss our plan for the mission today? We need some sort of cover; this is a rather small town and I wouldn’t imagine that they get many visitors.”

“Lily and James are already stopping through on their trip to Italy,” you surmised with a yawn. “Can’t we just be two patrons again?”

Sirius shook his head, giving you his ‘I’ve got a plan’ look. “Three groups of random people passing through all at the same time? Not likely, love.”

“What were you thinking then?”

“You and I head in today, get settled and scope the place out then Lily and James head through in two days time. We don’t exactly know when they are planning on striking this week, so we need to be prepared for them. Establishing a spot in the community is a smart move.”

“You act like we’re setting up for a month long stakeout, Pads. This shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

“Unless they alter their plans because they realized someone from the Order was spying on their meeting.”

A cold pit formed in your stomach at the thought. You knew that they hadn’t actually gotten a good look of your face, but they had seen you. This meant that they could change their plan, attack at any time. Worse yet, they could have already set the village to burn. Sitting up in your bed, you threw the covers back and quickly moved to your armoire.

“Has Dumbledore secured that the town was safe as of this morning?” you asked, beginning to pilfer through your clothes, pulling everything you thought you might have needed for the mission.

Sirius furrowed his brows at your sudden haste, yet nodded all the same. “Yeah, his contact said that there’s been one Death Eater that’s infiltrated the city so far; we’re being sent to draw him and his slimey mates out.”

“Alright, good. Go tell Lily and James the plan, I’ll be ready in fifteen,” you added quickly before walking into your washroom and shutting the door with a hurried slam.

Sirius stared at the door for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what just had happened. You had jumped to accept his plan without even fully hearing it through. Yet, his mind was more preoccupied with the sight of your baggy ABBA t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, dipping just past your bum. The long expanse of your legs drew Sirius’ eyes and he took in a deep breath, trying to rid himself of his thoughts. This wasn’t the time; you all had a mission to do.

Twelve minutes later, not that Sirius was counting, you emerged from your room looking all the part muggle-ready-for-winter-holiday. Sirius stared for a moment, looking at just how adorable you seemed all bundled up in your favorite sweater and scarf. You tended to wear muggle clothes often, thinking that they were much more comfortable than your robes. Sirius agreed with you, for the most part; but the selfish part of him agreed just so he could see you donning more muggle fashion trends.

“Did Dumbledore tell you the apparition site, Pads?” you asked, shaking Sirius from his thoughts.

He nodded before clearing his throat. “Uh, yeah.”

“Ready then?” Another nod in affirmation had you smiling softly, walking over to Lily and James. You wrapped them both in a quick hug. “We’ll see you both in a few days, yeah?”

“Of course; send along a patronus if you need backup. James and I will be waiting at the apparition site just one town over. We’ll be right behind you both.”

“Excellent,” you muttered before pulling away to stand next to Sirius again. “Ready?”

Sirius extended his arm, looking at you with such a fond expression that you couldn’t help the slight acceleration of your heartbeat. That was odd. “Let’s blow up this joint.”

“It’s ‘let’s blow this joint,’ you ponce.” You slowly linked your arm with his, readying your knees for the blow you knew was to come. Being a side along wasn’t always preferable, but Sirius tried to make the experience as easy as possible for you. You winced at the lurch in your stomach, before the tightening of your body made you stiff and tried to relax. Apparition always was made more difficult if your body went rigid. That was asking for a splinching to happen.

When you opened your eyes, you looked around to see a quaint little alley in what you assumed was the neighboring town. It was a rural town, not many people in it, so you figured it was the perfect place to set up as your apparition point in order to stay under the radar of the Death Eaters you knew were in the neighboring village.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being your side-along,” you muttered, waiting for your stomach to settle before letting go of Sirius’ arm.

He merely chuckled lowly beside you, offering a comforting pat on your arm. “You always say that. It can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, well, I never see you being a side-along here,” you grumbled as you pulled away.

“That’s because neither of us want to get splinched and you know it,” he joked with a wink. “Now come on, we’ve got a bit of a hike to trek and I want to get in before lunch.”

“Is food the only thing ever on your mind, Sirius?”

Another bark of laughter could be heard coming from the man in front of you, before he smirked devilishly. “I can think of a few other things,” he winked again.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed and grabbed your duffel. “I shouldn't have asked, you perv. Let’s just get a move on.”

“So you expect me to just ignore the way your legs looked this morning?”

A gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it as you stared at him, wide eyes, “Sirius Orion Black! You right cheeky bastard!”

He dodged your swats with another round of peeling laughter, and hurried along in front of you. “Can’t say it wasn’t worth it, love!”

The two of you walked in relatively amicable silence for a while, falling into a comfortable pace. Sirius had suggested you take a muggle taxi to the next town but you didn’t want to raise any suspicion or have any connection to the town you apparated to. The less muggles you came in contact with along the way, the better.

After a while, however, you couldn’t help but think about just how much the war has affected each of your friends. It touched everyone in the wizarding world, you knew; but it really changed the entire course of your life. You wondered what your life would be like if you weren’t in the war.

“You alright?” Sirius asked, after trying to get your attention nearly three times. You had spaced out so far that you hadn’t even heard him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sirius nodded and continued to walk in silence before asking softly, “where’d you just go?”

“Just thinking a bit, tha’s all,” you responded, voice equally soft and careful.

“‘Bout anything in particular? You seem… a bit upset.”

As soon as you turned to look up at Sirius, you noticed the gentle concern he held in his gaze. Staring down at you with an intensity that probably should have made you self-conscious, you simply smiled. His stare was piercing, yet soft and gentle. You could tell how curious he was, yet how easily he would drop it if you only said the words. Strangely enough, you didn’t mind the thought of telling him. He had never been one not to understand your plights before.

“You ever think about where you would have ended up if not for the war?”

A sad smile lifted Sirius’ frown for a moment. “Not really, no.” Oh. There were a few beats of silence, and then, “I’ve learned to stop asking ‘what if’s a long time ago, actually.”

“Why?”

“Dunno—just seemed easier. Less disappointment. As a kid I used to ask a lot of ‘what if’s. What if I had been put into Slytherin? What if my parents weren’t part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight? What if Walburga were more like James’ mum?”

Suddenly, you felt awful. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said with a wave of dismissal. “You wouldn’t have known. The Potters have been my family since sixth year—hell, before that if I really thought about it.”

“You’re a good fit with them,” you responded quietly. You thought back to the smile on Sirius’ face when James’ mum would give him a big, sloppy kiss on both of his cheeks at King’s Cross his sixth year. He looked happier than you had ever seen him. You now realized that it was probably because Sirius had been rid of his old family, and living permanently with the Potters.

“They are the closest thing I have to family.”

“You’re lucky to have them,” you smiled, thinking of your own family and how much you would have loved to see them recently. Yet, with the war on the rise you had told them that your new job required you to be travelling a lot and that you wouldn’t see them often. They were muggles themselves, so it wasn’t difficult to convince them. They knew little about the world you lived in and you would keep it that way until it was safe enough for them.

Sirius and you didn’t say much after that, both pondering the lives you lived without your parents. Sirius knew you were a muggleborn and had wondered if you were missing your own family right now. He had the luxury of writing the Potters on the off days he and James weren’t working for the Order. He had just talked with them last month, ensuring that they were both well and safe. Yet, you were forbidden from contacting your family in fear that it may be intercepted and they become targets. A deep pang stabbed at his heart and Sirius glanced over at you sadly.

“So, what about you?” he asked. At your confused look, he continued, “What would you be doing if not in the Order?”

A small smile grew on your face at his obvious attempt of changing the subject. Sirius’ heartbeat stuttered again in his chest and he didn’t even fight the feeling this time. “It’s silly, really.”

“Try me.”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Well, only if it is stupid,” he joked.

“Sirius! Now I’m definitely not going to tell you.”

“Oh come off it,” he whined. “You’re a brilliant witch; I’m sure whatever you wanted to dedicate your life to will be just as amazing.”

Glancing up at him with narrowed eyes, you only saw sincerity shining back at you. His face was the same gentle concern that was held earlier, letting you know that you had an out as long as you said so. Maybe that was your curse, you realized. You could never say no to such genuine curiosity. Sirius’ gaze was piercing and beautiful and you knew right then and there that you were in for danger because you’d never be able to deny him any part of yourself if he looked at you like that.

“I always wanted to be an astronomer,” you spoke softly, so softly that Sirius had to strain just to hear you.

Yet, he did. The smile that lit up his face, then, was blinding. Your heart leapt in your chest and you had to stop yourself from mirroring his borderline stupid grin as you stood your ground. You would not give into him this easily. Still, Sirius looked so genuinely pleased with this information and you couldn’t place why.

“Yeah?” he asked, grin still wide and happy. “Is that why you were always sneaking out in the middle of the night at Hogwarts?”

“It doesn’t count as sneaking out if you are going to class, Sirius,” you laughed. Then, you stopped. “Wait, how did you know that I was leaving my common room at night?”

Sirius’ smile turned sheepish as his hand came up to rub at the back of his neck. “Uh, the marauders and I, uh, kind of had a map that kept track of everyone on school grounds.”

“You spied on people!” you screeched, both shocked, embarrassed, and quite amazed at the idea of a map of everyone, everywhere, at all times. “Is that how you lot got away with so many of your pranks over the years?”

Wide eyes soon turned to barks of laughter pulled deep from Sirius’ throat. He couldn’t believe your first thought was its use in all of his pranks throughout his schooling. “Yeah, just about. Our skill with charms was also part of it; and Pete’s ability to weasel out of just about anything, really.”

“That’s…” you trailed off, trying to find the word for it. “Well, bloody brilliant is the only thing that really comes to mind. Did you boys come up with it on your own?” At his nod, your eyebrows rose high. “Mighty impressive, then, Black. It must have taken ages to figure out every place in the castle though.”

“The secret passageways too, no doubt,” he added with a fond nod, remembering the months of preparation and surveillance their map had taken.

“Hogwarts had secret passageways??” Sirius’ laughter was now almost uncontrollable at the look of absolute shock on your features. “You arsehole! Never telling me any of this! I could have taken shortcuts along the castle this whole time!! It would have saved me hours of getting lost over the years.”

“Hey, you said it yourself, love: we weren’t close.”

Your mouth snapped shut at that for a moment, before nodding. “Remind me to hex Moony when we get back; he’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Merlin, what did I just set up for the poor bloke,” Sirius moaned. “It was a marauder’s secret; it was no wonder he didn’t tell you.”

“Oh, pish posh, like everyone didn’t break at least one of those secrets over the years.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius said confidently.

“Well, you’re… very noble then, Sirius.”

“Nah, they’re my mates. I’d trust them with anything and they’d do the same for me.”

You smiled, then. It was a soft, sort of fond smile that similarly mirrored Sirius’ own nostalgic grin. “Sorta like your family, yeah?”

“Yeah, a bit like that,” he responded lightly, thinking of just how lucky he was to have three friends as good as the marauders. He really did think of them as family.

“Seems to me like you’ve got family in all sorts of places, Sirius. I guess you’ve no need for what if’s. ‘Been dealt a bit of a shite start, but you’ve managed to right things for yourself. I think all we can really ask for is a group of people to care ‘bout us.”

Sirius was silent as he thought about all the people that he could now call family. James, the Potters, Peter, Remus, even Lily—they were all family to Sirius now and he couldn’t be more grateful. “I’m a lucky bloke, aren’t I?”

“Not lucky if you deserve it,” you smiled, bumping his shoulder with yours as you walked. “Hope you're not fishing for compliments here but you’re a good man, Pads; I’ve told you this before. You deserve happiness and I’m glad you’ve found it in the boys.”

“They make me good,” he said quietly but you were quick with your response.

“You do that all on your own. They just give you more opportunities to show it,” you smiled. “Now, come on; we’re almost here.”

Sirius watched as you sped along to the front doors of the small bed and breakfast the two of you were staying at. His eyes watched you open the doors, knocking softly and putting on the most charming smile he had seen. Your absolute sincerity in your conversation had his stomach a churning, fumbling mess and yet, he couldn’t seem to care. The way you were affecting him hadn’t happened as such since he was a young boy. Yet, a beautiful and kind, grown woman had him nearly blushing and grinning like an idiot over a few teasing quips. Merlin, the more he got to know you, the more he couldn’t rationalize why he should try to take things slowly. He realized, now, that he wanted you and he wanted to know as much about you as possible.

This was going to be a very long mission.

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