#rain world poacher

[soul-sylver]

Raindeer Ride

[ksen-noodles]

Dubious Creatures

My monk and survivor are both void returnees since I am familiar with most of the game at the start of my playthrough! I'm currently still doing the survivor unlock run.

More screenshot highlights under the cut!

im not giving IDs to these any time soon srry. ID for art in alt

[creativecapybara]

Another slight dab of colored pencil for this one

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The Wheel of Death's chance boost on revenge-able targets paid off again!

And the target is @saintwyrm 's knowledge-loving Biologist, who has encountered a tired Poacher from the Solace mod

[hufflefluff-stuff]

hi! i was wondering if you could write how HL characters would act when they are jealous

Yes! Also, I'll add how these characters wind up confessing to their crush! 👍

Characters: Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis, Poppy, & Leander

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Sebastian Sallow

Let's be fr..this guy gets jealous INSANELY easily in canon, even when platonically speaking.

It's hard to pinpoint where he exactly started catching feelings for you, but he certainly fell for you fast after your adventure into the library's restricted section.

Unfortunately, because of your growing reputation as a "hero" around Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and other hamlets...you've have strangers and students alike often come up to you and interrupt your conversations with Sebastian.

They mean well, only showing up to compliment you or thank you for some favor you've done for them.

But still it puts him in an sour mood, especially if he's unable to do anything about it without coming off as a prissy Slytherin.

During classes, he feels 10x worse if he's not partnered with you and instead sees you with classmates he views as "competition"...like Garreth, Leander, or even Amit, scowling at them in envy and unable to focus unless the professor specifically calls him out on it.

The only exception is Ominis, since he's a trusted friend and damn well knew his crush on you (he has certainly used this as blackmail to stop him from doing stupid stuff) but Sebastian will still huff about how "close" you two are growing.

Sometimes his jealousy gets so bad he needs to go blow off some steam in the Undercroft, casting damage spells on whatever poor dummy, pillar, or knight armor happened to be in his way.

It's nothing that Repairo couldn't fix.

While your assistance in his quest to find a cure for Anne was extremely important to him, that's not the only reason he brings you along for the ride.

He genuinely enjoys your company, and it's his chance to actually be alone with you and talk without any rude interruptions.

Well...there's trolls, rankrok's loyalists, spiders, ashwinders, Inferi, etc....but none of them are annoying students who try to hog all your attention just to spite him.

Aside from Ominis, Anne keeps encouraging her twin brother to make some move if he's that jealous (which Sebastian repeatedly denies).

Sooner or later...he may lose that chance, and he fears this. But he never knew when the moment would come..

Then one night, you were both fighting poachers and their leader, an Animagus, insulted him so horribly that it made his confident expression drop for a moment--as did his Protego shield.

You didn't hear what she said exactly, but his devastated face told you enough and you were pissed.

So you rained down a torrent of ancient magic lightning before she can even think of transforming.

Sebastian could only watch as you smite her like some furious god unleashing your wrath on the world, finding you both badass and ethereal.

When it's all over, you rushed to his side and ask if he's okay--but he just kisses you right there and then, silencing you.

He's so sick of waiting.

Garreth Weasley

His jealousy is nowhere near as bad as Sebastian's...but it's still there. Just subtle.

He pouts a lot when somebody steals your attention away, and he tries way too hard to impress you with whatever brilliant potion concept he drafted up (and definitely didn't have approval to brew in class under any circumstances).

Speaking of which, you're his usual partner in potions class, so he'll be highly disappointed if Professor Sharp decides to pair you with somebody else that day.

Garreth feels this sting in his heart if he overhears you praising them for their perfect brew, while he stares into his bubbling cauldron and sulks, wondering what he could've done differently.

He didn't know how you truly felt about him, so he got the genius idea to cook up a love potion the day you had a substitute for class (he sat at the furthest station and had secretly gathered the ingredients beforehand).

Just as you were about to try it for yourself, he accidentally knocked an incompatible ingredient into the pot and caused its contents to explode, staining both of your robes in pink.

While everybody laughed, the sub made the stains vanish with some magic and decided to dismiss class early, making you two stay behind to clean up the mess.

Luckily only house points were deducted due to your actions, so you won't be getting detention for this.

Still...Garreth was quite upset and you could tell.

You reassure him you're not mad in the slightest, and that you knew exactly what he was trying to do (followed by a small wink before continuing your cleanup).

His face turned as red as a maxima potion, and when he returns to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he gets confused stares from his fellow housemates as they wonder what's gotten into him.

But he can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe you ingested droplets of the love potion after it exploded, since you did seem particularly flirtatious with him in that moment and knew his intentions.

Looks like he got his wish after all.

Now to ask you out properly..

Ominis Gaunt

He's not an easily jealous guy. He'll never get angry at other people for simply wanting to spend time with you or if you're partners with them in class.

You've made a name for yourself at Hogwarts, and while he doesn't always agree with the dangerous stuff you get involved with, he only expects people to look up to you and pull your attention away from him.

Though deep down, it kinda hurts...especially since quite a handful of students from other houses perceive him as someone you shouldn't be around (some Gryffindors with "holier than thou" personalities even had the guts to say you're better off without him when he's standing right there).

Being a Gaunt + a Slytherin had that effect, unfortunately...

But he's sick of hearing that all the time.

Anyone else would've snapped at whoever criticized them based on blood status or rudely interrupted a conversation they're clearly having with you.

Yet when he does it..suddenly he's the bad guy?

It never made sense.

So any jealous feelings Ominis has stem from his own insecurities, and they grow even worse the more he realizes he's in love with you..

Like Sebastian, he'd probably storm off to the Undercroft to calm down if he's feeling heavily upset.

Fortunately, you're quick to defend him and decline other people's advances, saying you'd much rather hang out with him.

When you nearly got into a wand duel/fistfight over something insulting they said about him, that's when he realizes you cared about him as more than a friend...

Though he wanted to test the waters, so to speak, before hyping himself up to confess to you.

So throughout the week, Ominis expressed subtle desires to be in closer proximity to you (which you were fine with despite being initially confused at his sudden change in behavior)

These are, but not limited to, linking arms while walking in the hallways, napping beside you while you were reading or petting a random cat, "accidentally" falling asleep on your shoulder in History of Magic, and letting you guide him through assignments in herbology and potions class so he took the correct measurements (his grades improved, which is always a plus).

It takes a little bit of encouragement from Sebastian, but by the week's end, he courts you in one of his favorite spots outside the castle, gathering flowers, candles, and everything.

You truly made him feel loved..and he was going to do his best to reciprocate that.

How he wishes he could see the looks on those Gryffindor preps' faces when they realize the "hero of Hogwarts" is his date.

Poppy Sweeting

Considering how little she spoke to other students, even ones from her own house, this Hufflepuff found it difficult to get close to you at first.

You being hailed as a "hero" made it especially challenging, as you seemed constantly busy and people were bugging you for attention/advice/help....all while Poppy was standing in the background, forcing a smile.

Of course, you always made time to help her rescue beasts. It became your passion, and she was happy about that. Your adventures together allowed you to connect on an emotional level.

The moment she knew she was in love was the night when you both observed a Mooncalf dance, trying to make sense of the pattern those sweet big-eyed creatures left behind.

No matter how many times you've seen them, their dances are spectacular--ever captivating.

But when Poppy asked for your opinion on the pattern she drew out, she stops after seeing your breathtaking smile, eyes practically sparkling in the glow of the moonlight..

And suddenly that's all she could focus on.

Suddenly that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since then, her jealousy around other students has increased tenfold...especially when one jerk who disrespected beasts bragged about their poacher parents and invited you to visit their camp.

You've never seen a girl Depulso another student so fast in your life, but Poppy acts like nothing ever happened.

Similar to Sebastian, her jealousy manifests in the form of glares and general scorn towards anyone trying to ask you out on a date (which you, fortunately, decline).

She 100% rambles to the beasts about you.

If Highwing and Lord of the Shore could talk, they'd tell her to just stfu and confess to you already bc the tension is killing them.

It only (finally) happens when you invite her to the Vivarium for the first time, and they both nudge you two together, not backing down until you finally kiss.

If any of yall know that scene in Pokémon Scarlet/Violet where the box legendary pushes Arven towards his friends...that's this exact situation.

Leander Prewett

There's not doubt that this Gryffindor was going to grow jealous of your rising popularity in Summoner's Court and Crossed Wands.

He's a sore loser, while you have generally good sportsmanship..but he secretly appreciates you encouraging him to keep practicing. He only keeps going because of your words alone.

Outside of classes and competitions, he tries to hang out with you but oftentimes your attention goes to other people--whether it's professors keeping you after class to go over extra assignments or a friend sending you an owl with an urgent request.

You don't mean to keep ditching him, but to him it feels like you're always "too busy" for him.

Leander just scowls at the owls while they stare back at him like "hey, don't shoot the messenger".

Yet even when you do manage to spend time together, he only ever asks about your recent escapades....and then refuses to believe them despite you explaining them in great detail.

To this day, he still isn't convinced you possess ancient magic.

But the truth is that he wants to believe you. He admires your bravery and is insanely in love with that aspect of you....though he doesn't know how to express that.

He wishes he can relate and have cool stories to tell, but when people bring up his name they only ever talk about his constant failures.

He doesn't feel any better when others rush to defend your acts of heroism, thinking he's being a jerk.

The truth is you actually loved him and his company despite your frequent banter, but believed him to be way out of your league.

At least until the day Professor Kogawa assigned you to help him after flying class, citing the lack of respect he's been showing to his broom and your good influence on classmates.

He saw this as his chance to impress you...and failed miserably as he was unable to focus and snapped at his broom in frustration, causing it to whack him in the face just as a group of Slytherins passed by.

They laughed and teased him relentlessly, but after scaring them off with a chomping cabbage...you realized Leander had disappeared.

But he didn't go far as you discover him sulking near the lake, hiding himself with the Disillusionment charm (which you cancelled with Revelio).

It's there he finally talks about his true feelings towards you, and you see a more vulnerable side to the typically uptight Gryffindor.

In the end, you decide to give him a chance.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Sin embargo a pesar de la obvia diferencia entre el reino de Shihua y el de Wukong hay que destacar que Wukong logo surgir su reino desde las cenizas del fuego verdadero, y tambien el gran reconociemto de que logro que Alolai fuera una nacion por derecho propio mientras que los demas demonios solo son meros terratenientes con su terrenito...

Mande una pregunta dando mas detalle sobre el reinado de Wukong pero parece quer se ahogo con muchas otras mas ;v;

translation via google;

"However, despite the obvious difference between Shihua's kingdom and Wukong's, it should be noted that Wukong managed to raise his kingdom from the ashes of the true fire, and also the great recognition that he managed to make Alolai a nation in its own right while the other demons are just mere landowners with their little plot of land… I sent a question giving more detail about Wukong's reign but it seems that it drowned with many more ;v;"

+ relevant anon ask;

I found the ask you mentioned! Apologies if it's taken a while.

I can imagine after a day or two of just living in the alternate world's Flower Fruit Mountain, the Matriarch notices Wukong acting very sullen and asks about it.

Wukong, distracted by the sights: "I'll admit, seeing the Mountain how it is now makes me feel inferior about my own." Shihua: "Why is that?" Wukong, face painted with guilt: "When I found the Stone Palace, I had just been a cub. Someone completely unaware of how vast it's history spanned before the Flood separated me from it. And when I angered Heaven, Samadhi Fire rained down from above, destroying much of the wildlife. When I returned after my imprisonment, I discovered that my people were decimated by hunger and poachers. It was only through many years of labour that I was able to get even the most basic needs of my people met once more." Shihua: "Even without knowing who you are, even when our island damaged by flood, fires and famine... you still rebuilt our kingdom?" Wukong: (*almost shy look on his face*) "Yes?" Shihua, adoring smile: "By the Earth Mother, you are my child. Anyone else would have abandoned our kingdom after such losses, but you did not." (*places hand upon shoulder*) "You should be proud of your reign, as I am." Wukong, tearing up again: "T-thanks ma- Matriarch." Shihua: "Of course, my gem."

Wukong will not go a single day without his alternate family telling him how much they think of him and what he's managed to accomplish without them. They also give thanks to his Stalwarts for their undying loyalty.

And surprisingly... Macaque;

Macaque: "Why are you thanking me?" Ye Lin: "If what he says is true, one of his leading motivations in life was to ensure you would never want for anything. He speaks highly of you, even if not in words." Luzhen: "It is really sappy. He calls you his Moon and everything." Macaque: (*blush creeps over his face as realises Wukong has been talking about him through poetic terms, as he did around the Brotherhood when they were young loves so that the Six Ears could not tell who he was referring to.*) Macaque: "Tch. Dumb peaches."

[docdetective]

In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter one

Logan growled a little as a small plane skimmed just over the treetops. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, as one of the main types of transportation in the remote Alaskan bush, but it ruined the illusion of being completely alone. And that was why he was here. In a self imposed exile, away from responsibilities, the X-Men, and everything he had failed. For the first few months, he had slept on the ground, the few belongings he kept under a tarp next to him, his head propped up against a tree. He just kept moving, no particular goal in sight, he had an inexplicable need to keep moving. He mused it was the animal in him, just as the pattern in the migrating geese as the seasons changed. Trudging through the rain, then the snow, waking up in the morning and shaking it off his body. That was becoming a nuisance, he thought.

As he came across small towns, he would frequent the bars to drown in a little whiskey for a few hours, and a cigar, if he was feeling particularly out of place. In his wet flannel, long hair, and boots, he looked like any other woodsman braving the winter. On his way back into the woods those nights, he let the wolverine take over, and took out his anger and disappointment on the trees. The sensation of splintering wood under his claws was satisfying, though fleeting. It was a temporary release, a way to keep the inner turmoil at bay. But it never lasted. The rage always crept back, like a persistent shadow, reminding him of the things he couldn’t escape. He found solace in the wild. The cold air bit at his skin, the icy wind stung his face, but it made him feel alive, present. The physical discomfort grounded him in a way that nothing else could. Here, in the frozen wilderness, he could be the animal without fear of judgment, without the burden of others’ expectations. Even in this self-imposed exile, Logan couldn’t completely escape his past. The memories were always there, lurking just beneath the surface. Every crackle of the fire, every rustle in the brush, reminded him of battles fought, friends lost, and the endless cycle of violence that defined his existence.

Some nights, when the wind howled through the trees, he swore he could hear the ghosts of his past whispering his name, mocking him for his attempt to find peace in a world that had never offered him any. One evening, after a particularly brutal storm had passed, Logan stood on the edge of a frozen lake, staring at the reflection of the northern lights in the ice. The colors danced and shifted, a stark contrast to the darkness within him. A fascinating sight, such a beautiful difference to why he was here. He wondered if there was anything left of the man he used to be, or if he was now just a creature of the wild. The thought didn’t scare him. In fact, it was comforting in a way. To be the beast meant to be free, unburdened by the complexities of human emotion, of pain, of loss. For now, though, he would take what little peace he could find in the solitude of the Alaskan wilderness. He would let the snow cover his tracks, the trees hide his scars, and the silence drown out the noise of the past. At least until the next plane flew overhead, reminding him that he was never truly alone.

Andi looked out the window as she flew over the treetops. She loved to fly, the freedom it provided her to reach the most remote areas of the wilderness was a thrill she never tired of. As a behavior analyst and tracker for the Forest Service, Andi's job took her to places where few dared to venture. Her expertise in studying wildlife patterns and tracking elusive species had earned her a reputation for being one of the best, something her male counterparts certainly couldn't believe, with the amount of poachers she had had a hand in apprehending.

Locating the riverbank she called her home, she descended, skillfully guiding the small plane through the narrow valley. The dense forest below seemed impenetrable, a vast sea of green stretching out in every direction. She spotted a small clearing near the riverbank and smoothly landed on the pontoons attached to the bottom of her plane, the water gently rippling as she brought the aircraft to a stop. Her home, a small cabin, sat at the edge of a riverbank where her plane was able to land. Andi jumped out, her boots splashing lightly in the shallow water as she secured it to the dock jutting out from the bank. She unloaded the supplies from town, then attached her belt and adjusted her backpack, double-checking the supplies she had meticulously prepared for her mission of the day. It was a short trek easily accessible from her home, locating the tracking signal of one of the older bears in the area, affectionately nicknamed Zorro. Although it was early to hibernate, his signal had stopped moving, and it was Andi’s job to find out if it had fallen off, he had went to sleep early, or heaven forbid, humans had taken it off. She moved easily and confidently, this area had only one other small cabin that belonged to someone that hadn’t stuck around for the winter, so she wasn’t worried about humans in the area for once. Thankfully, when she reached the coordinates of the tracker, Zorro was found slumbering peacefully in a dug out area under a rock outcropping. Andi noted this and radioed the information back, then decided to take a different route back to her cabin, knowing the area quite well. It was rare to have such a short task for her days’ work, and she wanted to explore a bit more on foot before heading back.

Humming along to the song stuck in her head, Andi traversed a bit west before heading back north parallel to her cabin. She always had a good supply of snacks to occupy her on her journeys, and a dried apricot was halfway in her mouth when she stopped short and all senses went on alert. Ahead of her, many trees bore the usual sign of grizzlies, long claw marks dragged in the bark. Unlike all times she had seen this occurrence on one or two trees at a time, however, every tree was slashed in an unmistakable path leading forwards. She put her hand against one. It seemed cleaner, deeper than the ones she was used to seeing. She frowned. Grizzly bears and their claws were noted as being one of the strongest animals to exist, and if they didn’t make these marks, what on earth did.

Next Part

[lets-zofifi-stuff]

The Smallest Miracles

Fairy!Sun and Moon & Witch reader short story

Heavily based on Fairy AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja, Fairy Friends AU by @themuse-artcorner and this drawing.

Thank you all!

hurt/comfort, no romance

Trigger Warnings: abuse, animal abuse, implied suffocation, panic attack

Edit: there is an ao3 with (currently) three more chapters.

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It would be fitting to say, it was a dark stormy night, when I sneaked into the poacher's den, but in fact it was a calm chilly evening, in the middle spring. The sun only began to set down, when I found the base of the operation I was tracing down for months.

There were plenty of people in the world willing to pay a hefty price for a magical creature. So obviously, there came assholes who busied themselves with catching and selling them. But they made one serious mistake. They tried to hunt in the witch's domain. Mine, to be precise.

They made their base in a wide sinkhole in the middle of the old forest. About half a dozen goons were camping next to the mouth of a cave, presumably their main storage. They were sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily from glass bottles and ceramic jars, for warming-up.

I was hiding in the bushes, observing. The day was cold. A gentle drizzle, half way between rain and fog, was settling on me as a damp layer. If not for my warm coat and thick gloves, I would be already freezing. I had a hood pulled deep on my face with my pointy hat put on top.

The sinkhole was an excellent place to stay hidden, and to help keep imprisoned beings inside. Far worse to defend yourself against an ambush. I had a few spells prepared.

I made the fog rise from the forest floor and slowly flew down into the hole. They didn't notice anything suspicious about it until they all started to feel dizzy and unsteady on their feet. The airborne spores I added to the cloud were working.

I sat on my trusty broomstick, covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and flew down into the cloud. I landed unnoticed near the mouth of the cave. I nearly tripped over one of drugged bandits. He was wiggling on the ground, mumbling something about the rain, so I assumed he was dreaming about being a worm in the mud. He seemed strangely content with that.

The cloud was only reaching a few feet inside. Further, the air was clean, so I was able to uncover my face. 

Creatures in the cages looked at me when I came in. Some got startled by the presence of a human, but some seemed to recognise that I am not one of their captors. Maybe they even knew what my pointy hat meant. A shine of intelligence in some of the eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach. Not like I wasn’t expecting magic folks trapped together with magical animals, but it was always a shock. Sleeping spore was far too good for those bastards.

I could see only about eight cages with residents inside. Either the poachers were bad at their job, or they managed to transport and sell most of their catches before I could stop them. I didn't have much hope of rescuing the poor guys after they were given away into the hands of some rich collectors or power-hungry mages.

I waved my hand at the creatures. “I am a friend. I want to help, I promise. Let me do that, please.” None has answered me, but that was okay. Many beings able to speak like to fall silent at the moment the human shows up. I was not here to make friends anyway. I began to walk from cage to cage, speaking to them soothingly and checking up their condition.

All the creatures seemed to be in relatively good health. They had to get captured recently. I could risk simply letting them go as they were. They were able to find their way out and take care of themselves, just like they were doing before humans took them. 

Meanwhile the sleep cloud outside started to dissipate.

I quickly opened the cages and urged the creatures to move fast, before the bandits could wake up. I didn't need to tell them that twice. All ran out and didn't look behind once. If some of them were about to trample their former captors in their sleep, I couldn't blame them. 

I could give myself a pat on the shoulder for a good job, and fly home. Or should I try to place some curses on the bandits, while they were still unconscious? I couldn’t exactly arrest them, I was just one person, and what they were doing was hardly even illegal in this part of the world. But a good curse or two would make their life miserable for a good while, and force them to seek some very expensive help with their removal.

I was just about to start when something brought my attention. Deep inside the cave, there were rows of shelves, and boxes, likely with gear and supplies, for the long hunting trips. 

I spotted a big glass jar, lying overturned on the ground. From afar I thought it was just an emptied container for alcohol. The fading daylight was not enough to let me see clearly, but I felt there was some object inside. I wordlessly ordered the crystal at the end of the broom to lit up with starlight stored inside. The gentle glow revealed a tiny figure curled up inside the jar.

I crouched down to have a better look and gasped. It was a fairy. A real fairy like in the old children tales. It had to be.

The figure was yellow, with something like orange flower petals growing out of the tiny head. They were dressed in fabulously colorful clothes. On their back… there was a set of butterfly-shaped translucent wings. The wings were sparkling in the light, and flowed like silk, but they had to be able to spread and fly once.

Could I be mistaken? Fairies were extremely rare, and nearly impossible to spot. They were supposed to live deep in the woods and never ever show up to adults. They were supposed to only be seen by nice kids who’d listen to their parents, respected nature and did their chores in time. Naturally, many people doubted their existence after getting older.

My mentor told me about them too, when I was still very young. She said they are beings of great magic. They were supposed to be invisible to most, and have a natural bond to all living things, and energies of the universe were flowing through them freely. 

“Nature's tiniest miracles“ she said with her eyes so dreamy. It was so unlike her to act this sentimental, that the memory remained clear. She had traveled everywhere, saw everything and had a very cynical view of the world. She also swore she saw a fairy once in the distance as a girl, and tried to find it ever since. But apparently they were once in a lifetime sightings.

Now one was right before me, closed in a jar. A jar that likely was once used for storing cheap booze. Somebody made an effort to jab carelessly a few times at a metal cab, to create holes for air. Did the bandits even know what they had trapped?? Could somebody really be this stupid?!

Even though I never saw a fairy, I could say this one didn’t look healthy. Their petals were withered, their skin sickly pale, and they were sitting curled up with their face hidden in their knees.

I put my hand on the glass. When I did that, the fairy finally looked up. Their face was round like a child's, sunny yellow with a bouquet of freckles. Their big round eyes went wide with fear, one sky blue, one gold like a sunset. They also started to shiver.

“Don’t worry,” I said, taking away my hand, and putting a reassuring smile, a little forced but still genuine. “I’m here to help.” 

They opened their mouth and said something. Their lips were moving but very little sound was getting through the glass. I pointed at my ears and then at the jar cab.

“I can't hear you. I will open this now. Don’t panic, alright?”

Once I took off the top, the yellow fairy crawled out. They laid down on the ground, panting erratically and shaking. That scared me. Were the holes in the cab not giving them enough air? Or was it the reaction to shock? Fairies were always described as fragile and sensitive creatures. I swallowed hard.

“I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” I said in a soft voice. “I’m a friend.”

The creature peaked at me.

“I know you are scared but would you let me-?”

“Moon,” they said. I blinked in surprise.

“What about it?” The fairy shook their head and pointed. 

“Moon,” they repeated urgently. 

I moved my light up and realized the wall behind the shelves was not a cave’s wall but a gray curtain. The fairy was pointing at it.

“Alright. I will look there. Please, try to take deep breaths.”

The cavern went further than I realized. Behind the curtain was another part of storage I would otherwise miss. More supplies, barrows, boxes, some very small cages, like for birds and rodents.

“What am I looking f-?” I began to ask and stopped myself because I saw. On the higher shelf standing another jar. It looked empty from down there, but I sat on my broom and levitated myself up. I picked it off carefully and held it in both hands. Inside- 

I was wiser than to falter and fall off the broom but only barely. Another fairy??

This one was blue, with clothes in a star pattern. They didn’t have petals, but there was a hat on their head. A soft-looking nightcap, trimmed with white down. Half of their face was light, almost white part in the shape of the crescent, the rest was deep blue. The constellation of freckles sprinkled across their nose and cheeks correspond to those on the yellow fairy’s face. The fairy had deep dark circles around their eyes. That had to be “Moon”.

But something was wrong. The little figure was lying on the bottom of the jar, and didn't react when I moved their jar. I felt the cold panic rising. I lowered to the ground, and hurried out. The yellow fairy was waiting where I left them. They brightened, like a sunrise when I stormed back out.

“Brother?” they asked, looking at the jar. When I came closer the relief on their face fastly shifted into horror.

I put the jar gently on the ground. Did those fuckers forgot to make holes in this one entirely?! 

No, the holes were there although less of them. I opened it with shaky hands, reached in and carefully pulled the fairy out. He was just the size to fit on my opened palm. 

I turned him to his back and lowered him so the yellow fairy could have access as well. They immediately crawled on my palm, forgetting about their fear of me, and kneeled by their brother’s side.

I craned down and held my breath. Was I too late? Please, spirits, don’t let me be late.

I wasn’t.

We could both see movements of the tiny chest. Slow, shallow breaths.

“He is alive!” cried the yellow fairy. I let out a sigh. Thank you spirits!

The fairy took their brother in their arms and hugged him.

“But he is so weak!” They weren't wrong. It could be just fear that I felt, but the blue fairy looked like he was about to die at any moment.

“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.

“He was still awake when I saw him last time. The jar fell off the shelf, I rolled off, and lost sight of him. The floor was uneven, it got stuck on something and I couldn’t�� couldn't…” they looked like they were about to cry.

“When was it?”

“Yesterday… morning?”

“I will use some healing magic on him. It should help some, regardless of what is wrong.”

“Magic?” They looked at me in fear. “Are you a mage?”

“No. I am not.” I rubbed my fingers together, mentally preparing for the task.

“Let me access him, allright? And be still for a moment. This requires concentration and balance.”

I put two on the blue faerie’s chest. His sibling didn’t try to stop me. I breathed deeply and focused on the life energy inside me. I told it to flow down my arm through my fingers, and connect to the magic of the blue fairy. My fingertips started to glow. Moon tensed under my touch.

“What’s happening?” gasped the yellow fairy.

“He fights me,” I said. “Even though he is unconscious.”

He was no doubt a creature born to magic, as he was able to sense my intervention and tried to push me away. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. I didn’t want to force my way through the fairy's natural defenses. It would cause him distress and exhaust him further but I was starting to feel tired myself.

“Please, don’t fight me, please, don’t fight me,” I mumbled, pressing my energy gently against his. For a moment I thought it would be all for nothing. But then a small yellow hand lay down on mine. It felt good.

Maybe it was his sibling's familiar aura that made Moon lower his guard, or maybe it was me regaining some sort of peace for a moment, but I could feel the resistance fading and my magic was able to flow. The fairy relaxed under my touch.

When I finished, Moon was breathing easier. His face gained some more color, and dark circles around his eyes faded slightly. 

The yellow fairy hugged their brother tighter.

“Th- thank you. But… Are you really not a mage? I thought they are the only humans that can use magic?”

“I’m a witch. Do you see a hat?” I pointed at my head. “Haven't you ever heard about us?”

They shook their head.

“Well, I guess there are not too many witches around really.” I signed. 

“I’m… My name is Sun.”

“And he is Moon?”

“Yes. We are twin brothers.”

“Nice to meet you Sun, I’m-” I turned my head as I heard some groaning outside. The bandits were waking up. I couldn’t exactly fight all six of them.

“... going to introduce myself later. We need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to take you out of here, quick.” I began to empty one of my bigger pockets. Witch’s clothes have many of them as a principle.

“We will go to my hutt. It’s a safe place. You two will be able to rest and recover.”

“I don’t know. I think Moon would-”

“Okay, done. You should both be able to fit in here.” I carefully picked Sun and plucked him into the pocket. Then I passed him the blue fairy. “Here. Hold him, when we’ll fly, watch if he lays in a good position.”

“A-alright.” Only Sun’s head was poking out of the pocket. Moon layed secured in his arms. “Wait, fly? You can fly too?!”

I sat on my broomstick. The celestial magic from the crystal flew through the wood. My clothes fluttered in the nonexistent wind, as we raised into the air. Sun gasped loudly and I couldn’t help but smile. Who does not like to show off sometimes?

I squeezed the stick tighter and we leaped forward. “Wooaaahh!” shouted Sun.

We flew out just in time to see the poachers that were waking up and scrambling on their feet. The broom flinched and wobbled as I was trying not to crash with them. 

I grit my teeth and jerked the end of the broom upward, pointing it at the sky, accelerating. Some of the more awakened bandits started to shout at us and look around for their crossbows. But before they could begin to shoot, and we flew out of the sinkhole. 

We weren’t ascending fast enough and pierced into the tree line. Now both me and Sun were screaming. 

Somehow I avoided hitting any bigger branches. We soon bursted out above the treetops, like a fish jumping above the green waters. 

I was finally able to flatten out and calm down. 

The wind was hitting my face. The last shines of sunset dyed the clouds in pinks and oranges. 

“You alright down there?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes, yes. We are okay.” breathed Sun. “That was so fast!” Fortunately he seemed more excited than scared.

“You guys don’t usually fly this fast, huh?” I grinned. 

“No. Usually not,” he gave me a warm smile in return. He was still looking tired and sick, but maybe soon I would be able to fix that. I set a course for home.

[thatpikmin]

SLUGCAT DESIGNS AND LORE

Nightcat/Watcher will come in the future

The survivor

After a terrible rain storm washing them down into outskirts survivor wonders the world looking for monk with Hunter and gourmand

- adult slugcat

- dating watcher

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The monk

When hopping into the hole after survivor, he ended up in a different location searching the world for survivor with saint and inv

- teen slugcat

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The hunter

Sent by NSH he goes to pebble’s land waiting for the collapse to help him recover after the fall, while traveling with gourmand and survivor however, after witnessing the fall of moon he saves her instead, and discovers the truth about his status

- trans 🏳️‍⚧️

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The gourmand

After the clan banished artificer, he went out to get her back, but along the way, discover Hunter and survivor, he now has to stop his daughter from mass genocide and bring her home

- leader of their clan

- adopted arti

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The artificer

Banished from their home, they searched for a new place to raise their pups but was in vain after their death swore vengeance against the whole scavenger population for killing their pups and hatred against other slugcats

- adopted daughter of gourmand

- acidic spit?

- blind in one eye

The rivulet

Was the next chieftain in line before an accident with scavenger toll becoming an outlaw, he met with SP.M in outskirts and joined him on his adventure until the fall of pebbles

- princess/prince

- dating SP.M?

- trans?

The spearmaster

A messenger sent to help pebbles with his rot, however after his pearl was ripped he began to make his way back to farm arrays, but then bumped into rivulet and been traveling since

- the SRS headphones allow him to listen to broadcasts

- patch made by himself

- dating rivulet?

The saint

they were buddies with “the friend” and and took care of a slugpup, (the poacher). Saint lost friend to a scavenger attack and poacher to starvation. They wondered the world alone until they found inv and monk

- dating inv

- weak from lizard related injuries

- coat from the friend

The inversed (inv)

Inv is a purposed organism made by SOS, they kept SOS company until they had enough of being ignored so they stole SOS’s solution to their problem and killed SOS, causing the structure to fall. Now they wonder the world with saint after helping monk find their lost sibling

- dating Saint

- egg is solution

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The watcher

[Has no lore]

- dating survivor

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[pikadrawsthings]

Hogwarts Legacy MC: Elijah Finch

General

Full Name: Elijah Avery Finch

Nicknames: Eli (E-Lie)

Date of Birth: June 27

Star Sign: Cancer

Gender: transgender male

Sexuality: homosexual

Nationality: English

Blood Status: Muggle Born

House: Hufflepuff

Amortentia: vanilla, campfire, rain

Patronus: Basset Hound

Boggart: his father

Likes: strawberries, chocolate, singing/songwriting, painting, swimming

Dislikes: bullies, spiders, dark wizards, his family, poachers

Traits: loyal, optimistic (for the most part), strong, durable

Wand

Wood Type: Beech

Core Type: Dragon Heartstring

Flexibility: Solid

Length: 13 inches

Handle: Shell — Honey Brown

Appearance

Hair: dirty blonde

Eyes: green

Height: 5’2”/157 cm

Physique: light skin, petite, lithe

Other features: freckles on nose and cheeks, scar on the bridge of his nose

Family

Parents: Charles Finch (father), Eliza Finch (mother) Victor Blackjaw (adoptive father)

Siblings: Estelle Blackjaw (adoptive sister)

Future

Carrier: Owner of Stitches and Draughts, Herbology professor

Partner/Spouse: Sebastian Sallow

Children: Siebren Sallow, Anika Sallow, Victoria Sallow, Esther Sallow

History

(WARNING: contains topics such as homophobia, transphobia, domestic violence/abuse and alcoholism)

Elijah is an only child of Charles and Eliza Finch

Both of his parents are Muggles

As a result of the Salem Witch Trials, Elijah’s parents (mostly his father) have been very verbal about their distain towards witchcraft

Charles is a heavy drinker and would often get physically violent towards Elijah when he got too drunk. Eliza did nothing to stop it

Elijah struggled with his gender identity at around 11 years old and was often bullied for it

He learned about the Wizarding World from his friend/adoptive sister Estelle and his adoptive father Victor, who both attended Hogwarts, both of them in the Ravenclaw house.

Elijah would often run away to the Blackjaw’s residence for long periods of time to get away from his father, Victor and Estelle welcomed him with open arms

Estelle and Victor helped Elijah express his gender identity even more

Victor lent Elijah some of his old clothes

Estelle helped cut and style Elijah’s hair

Elijah returned home one day and got a whiskey bottle smashed over his head by his father. The event resulted in a scar over the bridge of his nose

Ever since the whiskey bottle incident, Elijah ran away from home to permanently live with the Blackjaws

Estelle was the one to encourage Elijah to go to Hogwarts. She and Victor helped him with magic and Estelle even temporarily lent him her wand

He returned it to her via Owl once he got a wand of his own

It was hard for him to keep the secrets of Ranrock, Rookwood and Harlow to himself, so every chance he got, he confided in the Blackjaws.

They expressed their concerns and worries very frequently, but made it clear that every Owl they got from him was a good sign that he was alright.

Elijah really confided in Sirona when it came to his gender identity. She frequently helped him out and equipped him with potions to help with the pitch of his voice (magical testosterone) and gave him a resource for top surgery

After Ranrock’s attack on Hogwarts, Elijah blamed himself for the attack and especially for Professor Fig’s death. He confided in Natasi when the times got hard

Fun facts

Elijah’s journal is full of sketches of his friends (mostly Sebastian)

When Elijah formed a closer bond with Sebastian and started getting feelings for him, he wrote and composed a song about Sebastian titled “Driven Snow”

His feelings blossomed during the winter

In Elijah’s eyes, Sebastian was a lot like snow; cold and unpredictable, but beautiful and comforting

Elijah’s favorite books are The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserables, and Sweeney Todd: A String of Pearls

Elijah smuggled some cannabis and would often sneak off after hours with Garreth to smoke it

Poppy was the first person Elijah came out to. He came out to her when she opened up about her history with poachers

When Elijah told Sebastian about his affiliation with Lodgok, the two of them got into a very heated argument that ended with Elijah yelling at Sebastian to “stop sodomizing himself with his own wand” and slapping him across the face

Elijah worked at The Three Broomsticks before he became the owner of Stitches and Draughts

Elijah carries around a knife just in case he looses his wand in a dire situation

Elijah knows how to pick locks without using Alohamora

[ksen-noodles]

I named them

Theyre just monk and surv but weird tho,

[creativecapybara]

Dance Battles 5-8

Squidcadas

Poacher and Rustler

An abnormally rotund vulture

Scissor cult

[rainworldhourly]

[legacyshenanigans]

Brutal Fatality ❤️

Just a short Violent little drabble, kinda dark, blah blah blah. I just wanted to do his dark side after all this fluff! Lmao 🤣

Marvolo snuck into a very small poacher camp in the cover of night, he stood behind a tree, looking out into the camp, there was only one person there, and it was JUST the man he'd hoped to see, the man who tried to nab Rerek a few days earlier. Marvolo smiled wickedly to himself, his eye's burning into the man, who was sat relaxing on a chair in front of the fire.

He looked at Rerek, who was wrapped around his shoulders

Marvolo: Lucky night, seems he's alone. *chuckles*

Rerek: *chuckles back wickedly* Want me to bound him?

Marvolo: *smirks* Do your thing.

Rerek slithered down and made his way over to the man from behind, before quickly coming up with a hiss and wrapping himself around the man tightly, making him panic and yell out, Rerek coiled, bounding him to the chair, then looked at him, hissing again. The man's eyes widened as he instantly recognised Rerek, knowing full well who must have been nearby.. Marvolo walked over and stood in front of him, giving him a wide grin looking down at the man.

Marvolo: Helloooo.

Poacher: *erratic breathes* Please.

Marvolo: *wicked chuckle* What's the matter, Chap? Are you scared? *devilish grin*

Poacher: I..I have a wife-

Marvolo: *leans down so he's in his face* Awwww. Do ya?

Poacher: Y-Yes.

Marvolo: *smiles* You tell me that like I should care. *laughs again*

Poacher: Look.. I said I was sorry! About the snake incident!

Marvolo: If I hadn't of been there, you'd of killed him..And he's one of the VERY few things in this world that I care about. So unfortunately *shrugs* you have to die *smiles*

Rerek: *chuckles*

Poacher: N-No!

Marvolo: *mockingly* Y-Yes!!

Marvolo laughed as he took out his wand and shoved it into the man's eye. The man screamed bloody murder, which echoed around the area, feeling the wood crush his eye and enter his socket. Marvolo shivered delightfully, hearing the man's screams and cries.

Marvolo: I love this song *chuckles*

Rerek: *laughs* Me tooooo.

The man stopped screaming, and just sat crying the wand hanging out of his eye, Marvolo gripped the end of it, making the man wince in pain and yelp.

Marvolo: Rerek, come to my shoulders, he's not going anywhere now *smirks*

Rerek slithered off the man and up onto Marvolo again, both of them staring towards him.

Poacher: Please..Don't.

Marvolo: It'll be quick...I promise *wicked smile* BOMBARDA!

The man's head blew up, bits of his skin, skull and brain, raining down onto them, a piece landing on Marvolos shoulder, he simply smirked and flicked it off with a smooth chuckle.

Rerek: God's, that was gorgeous.

Marvolo: I know...Hungry?

Rerek: Always.

Marvolo kicked the man's headless body onto the floor and sat in the bloodied chair, lighting up a cigarette..

Marvolo: Knock yourself out Rerek *smiles*

~

[sailorgoon13]

Josephine Blanchet

Basics:

Full Name: Josephine Colette Blanchet

Nickname: Josie

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 18 July, 1873

Heritage: English and French

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Vine Wood, Unicorn Hair, 10 3/4 inches, Pliant

Transfer student from Beauxbaton Academy

Appearance:

Hair Color: Blonde, usually worn down with the front strands pulled back. In Seventh year she keeps it in more of a braid.

Eye color: Crystal Blue

Skin Tone: Fair with Olive undertones.

Height: 5'7"

Body Type: Slender with gentle curves

Style: Well-fitted clothing that accentuates her figure without being overly revealing. She opts for tailored blouses, dresses, and trousers that showcase her elegance and class. Her clothing is crafted from high-quality fabrics such as silk, satin, cashmere, and fine wool. Blue color palettes are her go to

Features: Soft freckles, scar across the bridge of her nose, gruesome burn scar on her left forearm (from Sebastian in the night of the Catacombs)

Personality:

Traits: Intelligent, Creative, Empathic, Sophisticated, Resilience, Selflessness, Curiosity, Adventurous Spirit

Likes: Organization, Watching Sebastian play Quidditch, Exploring, Star Gazing, Puzzles, Painting, Caring for her Creatures, Spring Time

Dislikes: Confrontations, Feeling Helpless/ Overwhelmed, Dark Wizards and Poachers, Losing Control of her Emotions

Hobbies: Star Gazing, Painting, Spending time with friends

Fears: Death, Being Alone, Failure, Abandonment, Reliving her Trauma

Family and Friends:

Father: Cornelius Sterling

Pure Blood

English

Magizoologist

Hufflepuff

Similar Personality to Arthur Weasley

Mother: Celine Blanchet

Pure Blood

French

Professor and bred Abraxan's at Beauxbaton

Papillonlisse- known for kindness, artistic ability, maturity, and idealistically

Sibling: Chloe Blanchet

Two years younger than Josie

Placed in Hufflepuff

Rebellious and mischievous

Pet: Vega

Kneazle

Blue-Black and Grey fur

Does not like new faces

Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Vash Stampede (Comes in during The Gunslinger)

Magic:

Boggart: Solomon Sallow

Patronus: Butterflies

Polyjuice: a baby blue color and tastes like blueberries

Amortentia: Fresh paint, Vanilla and Lavender, summer rain

Backstory:

In the quaint town of Cordes-sur-Ciel, nestled atop a hill, Josephine's childhood was steeped in enchantment. Her parents, Magizoologists, fostered a love for magical creatures while Chloe, her younger sister, often looked up to her despite their occasional clashes. Their home was a sanctuary amidst sibling rivalry.

However, tragedy struck during Josephine's fifth year at Hogwarts. The sudden deaths of Professor Fig and the sinister Solomon Sallow left her reeling. Traumatized, she struggled with panic attacks and fainting spells, haunted by the specter of Solomon. Despite the darkness, Josephine found solace in her family's unwavering love and the support of a few trusted friends, embarking on a journey of healing and self-discovery amidst the turmoil.

Academics:

Best Subject: Astronomy

Favorite Subject: Divination and CFMC

Favorite Professor: Hecat

Worst Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Subject: History of Magic

Least Favorite Professor: Sharp

Student Life:

Never late to class and is most times the 'star' student, except in Professor Binns class.

Gets along well with others and had many friends until Sebastian became too territorial, which wasn't helpful for Josie's depression.

During her Seventh year (The Gunslinger) she abandons her responsibilities at Hogwarts in search for Repositories all over the world in order to harness the power before Nai does and eradicate the muggle world along with most of the Wizarding World. (Still writing)

Career:

Becomes a Healer

Helps her dad on the Magical Creature Reserve

She is an activist for Mental Health within the Wizarding World

*Still writing more to her story so I won't say who she marries etc*

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