#went a bit overboard with the colors whoops

[daniel-bruehl]

"hey, maybe next time i'm in town, i can take you out to dinner."

CHARLIE COX starring as MATT MURDOCK SHE-HULK: ATTORNEY AT LAW

[cherpupz]

utmv meme dump pt. 1 / ?

credit :3

killer - rahafwabas horror - sour apple studios cross - jakei95 dream + nightmare - jokublog swap - p0pcornpr1nce / au community error - loverofpiggies ink - comyet dust - ask-dusttale

[mrskreideprinz]

| Heaven’s Name |

Painter!Albedo x Muse!Reader

Warnings: He/Him pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for reader, afab reader, smut, not sfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blowjobs, oral sex (reader to albedo), Albedo cums in your mouth whoops, cock riding, love confessions, mutual pining, implied slow burn, very self indulgent but not necessarily selfship, Albedo is very nervous and embarrassed in this <3, reader is implied to be trans masc, reader and Albedo get domestic towards the end, Albedo paints reader, strangers -> friends -> lovers, ass spanking, reader has hair, hair pulling, slight soulmate au, reader is called: sweetheart, good boy, baby; 2.4k words.

A/n: Wow i don’t think I’ve written something this long in SUCH a long time uhh so yeah I went a little overboard haha, but I had SO much fun writing this and I hope y’all love it <3 And if you haven’t read this already, you should be because this is a sequel to that drabble <3

It had been weeks after Albedo had committed his runaway stunt in the midst of a painting session, and it left you wondering, or rather thinking about why, he had run away. He hadn’t left much to mystery, what with how loud he was and all, but you weren’t about to give away his dirty little secret. At least, not yet. Instead you relaxed into the cushions of his bed just as you always did and let out a small breath, trying your best to remain comfortable and still. You looked to the walls that were covered in paintings, mostly of you, but there were also some landscapes, as well. Some familiar and some not. 

You reverted your gaze back towards Albedo and the both of you locked eyes, the two of you quickly getting lost in the color of each other’s irises. That’s when you saw how his eyes fluttered, opening and closing at a rapid rate, until you heard the clank of a paintbrush falling against the wooden easel. Trying your best to stifle your giggles you bit your cheek, but it did little to hide your amusement. As much as Albedo wanted to hide in his shame and embarrassment, he just couldn’t. Not when your smile was so beautiful. It set his soul on fire and in response he rubbed the part of his body where his heart lay underneath, hoping it would satiate the burn that was building up in his chest, but it still wouldn’t relieve the tingling feeling spreading throughout his body.  

“S-sorry about that. Let’s continue.” He said in a shaky voice. 

And so you both did just that, you continued, and as time went on the more nervous and hot the both of you became. You watched as the beads of sweat trailed down his face and neck onto his shirt, and he studied the way you squirmed slightly on the same bed he fantasized you two sharing together. As more time went by it became increasingly hard to avoid the inevitable, and that’s when Albedo was faced with the shameful fact that he was extremely hard at that moment. He went to excuse himself from you when your eyes begged him to stay. Pleading with him to not be afraid to ask for more, be more than just a painter and you his muse. 

“I’ll be right back-” He began, but was cut off by your frantic voice. If it weren’t for his own anxiousness he wouldn’t have missed the way your voice trembled when you spoke to him.

You got up and slowly approached him, pressing a gentle palm against his cheek. “Stay. Please?” You asked timidly. 

He nodded very slowly and stared at you with half-lidded eyes, and as you leaned in for a passionate kiss his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting it, but christ did it feel fucking fantastic. It was everything he had always dreamt of and more, like a thousand galaxies were exploding all over his body all at the same exact time. At first he pushed you away slightly, pulling out of your hold and promising this won’t happen again and that he was sorry, swearing he’s not usually like this and that he wasn’t sure why he was acting so out of control, but you silenced him with a smile and a kiss. 

“Shh, relax. I want this, too, Albedo. So, please, relax?” You reassured him as you kissed his cheek gingerly. 

Finally, he nodded and relaxed his body, allowing you to do whatever would please you most. Both your minds were racing a mile a minute and yet, neither of you stopped for a second even as the what if’s were causing your worlds to spin. Albedo was quiet the entire time aside from the few whimpers and moans that slipped past his lips. Try as he might’ve to suppress his noises, it was inevitable. Your hands roamed his body and it was becoming more and more difficult for Albedo to hide his hard on, but eventually he gave up the fight after your hands grazed the tip of his cock just slightly. 

He let out an abrupt gasp, “I’m… I’m sorry. Maybe we should stop.” 

You pulled away momentarily to check his expression and was met with his beet red face, and a hand covering his drool stained mouth. It soon became very evident to you that he wasn’t asking to stop because he didn’t enjoy, but rather the complete opposite. He relished in the way your hands touched his body, from his hands up to his arms and then his neck, he couldn’t help but sigh and look at you lovingly when you held his face in your hands. 

He was going to say something, a few hopelessly romantic words I’m sure, but his attention was turned towards your words instead. “You say that but…” You paused and leaned in, pressing your lips to his earlobe, “You and I both know how badly you want this.” 

He swallowed hard and gripped the arms of the chair he was currently leaning back in. You were right, and a part of him hated that fact, but another part of him couldn’t wait to find out what that meant for the both of you. So, he swallowed hard, again, and grabbed your wrist with his hand which shook, and placed it on his cock which throbbed inside his pants. You were right, he did want this, but he was too nervous to do a thing about it. At least, that’s what it felt like beforehand, but now? Now he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you and entangle his body with yours. 

Keeping your eyes trained on him you lowered yourself on your knees and began to unbutton his pants, slowly pulling out his cock and giving it a few taps on the flat of your tongue. Albedo was already dying to shove you all the way down to the base of his cock, but he resisted. His face burned with desire and already his hips were jerking up into the air for any sort of pleasurable sensation. He tried to stop but he couldn’t, not before you forced his hips down and swallowed his cock whole. Albedo writhed and whined underneath you as you licked your way up and down his shaft. Taking your sweet time you pushed your lips past the thick, red tip of his cock. His tip was throbbing and leaking with precum and with every flick of your tongue and touch of your lips, you could feel Albedo becoming less and less in control. 

His hips jerked the more time went on and before you knew it the poor man was pushing you away, again, too caught up in his own pleasure to realize he had already released himself all over your face. Immediately he covered his face in embarrassment and apologized profusely to you, but all you did was laugh. 

“You’re cute.” You giggled, and your eyes scrunched closed as you smiled.

Albedo looked away in embarrassment, too bashful to make eye contact with you, but you pulled his head to face you, insisting that he look deep into your eyes. That was the moment that you leaned in for another kiss, taking your time to enjoy the sensation of his lips against yours. He whimpered into the kiss as you climbed on top of him, beginning to remove your bottoms. His breath hitched when you carefully and gently stroked his cock, struggling to catch his breath. 

You pulled away for a second to look at him and asked, “You doin’ okay?” 

Albedo looked at you with eyes brimming with lust and love, he was ready, more ready than he had anticipated. He nodded and leaned his head against the palm of your hand that was now resting against his face, and gave you a tender smile. Then he placed a hand over yours and opened his eyes, finally speaking. 

“Before we continue there’s something I have to confess.” He admitted, his fingers now trembling slightly.

You nodded and he took a big breath before confessing, “I’m– well– I am and have been in love with you for quite some time now, and I thought you deserved to know before we continued.” 

Before he could say another word you cut him off with a kiss on the lips, passionately you parted and joined your lips with his as his hands hovered over your hips. Eager to touch you but too scared to, out of some peculiar fear that if he did you would vanish into thin air, but to his shock and amazement you pulled his hands onto your body, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. Then you backed out of the kiss to gaze into his glistening eyes. 

You smiled and admitted, “I know, and I’m in love with you, too, Albedo.” 

“Oh. Oh wow, I had- I had no idea that you felt the same way.” He stammered, too nervous and happy to be his usual reserved self. 

“Now…” You began to say as you situated yourself back on top of him, hovering over his cock, “Can we continue? I was really enjoying it before, ya know.” Your face was hot due to embarrassment regardless of the confidence you portrayed in that moment. 

Albedo was quiet for a moment out of confusion but then he realized exactly what you meant, and he said, ‘Oh- Oh! Yes, of course we can continue. P-Please do..” 

Without hesitation you slid yourself onto his cock with a lewd moan, bracing yourself by gripping onto his shoulders and rode him. Gradually you sped up the pace little by little until the sound of slapping skin echoed in the room. Soon the both of you were a symphony of moans and whimpers, the wet slapping of your bodies enhancing the experience. You allowed your hips to roll against the rhythm of his for a while, until he abruptly took control by turning you on your side and lifting your leg up to gain better access to your cunt. 

You whimpered at the sudden change of position and clung to him desperately, gazing deep into his eyes and getting lost in the color of them, again. Those beautiful, turquoise eyes of his captivated you and soon you became just as lost in them as you had with the high of the moment. Your nails dug into his soft back, leaving red marks trailing behind them. Albedo looked at you briefly before leaning in for a passion-filled kiss, his hand slid up to fist your hair as he fucked you rough and hard. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He cooed, leaving kisses over every inch of your body that he could reach. 

You moaned, “Fuuuuck. I want more, gimme m-more, please, ‘Bedo.” 

He grinned mischievously before flipping you onto your stomach. “On your knees.” He demanded and you did just that. Once you were on your knees he pressed the flat of his hand on your back, bracing himself as he slid inside of you with ease. You were soaking wet and already begging for more with only your body, but Albedo wanted to hear those begs from your very own lips, and so he was determined to do just that. 

“You’re very wet, sweetheart. You've wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” He asked, all too pleased with the reaction he’d gotten from you. 

You nodded quietly, trying not to say a word except for the whiny ‘Mhmmm’ that you hummed accidentally. Albedo wasn’t pleased with your response and spanked you lightly on the ass just once. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?” He asked calmly. 

You gave in and started to beg, “Y-yes I have… Please, keep going, Albedo.”

He smiled, “That’s my good boy.”

Without warning Albedo began to fuck you fervently and without remorse, you’d never seen this side of him before. It was like the painter you’d always had an eye for was someone entirely different when it was just the two of you, and as much as you supposed you should’ve found that alarming, you didn’t. In fact it was the opposite, you loved it. Like you got to see a special side of him that was kept secret save for you. 

Albedo rolled his hips at a fast and hard pace, hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly every time. He was comparable to an archon –or what you at least imagined that pure bliss to be like– but better. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time his pelvis slapped against your ass. Oh, it was pure heaven, but you were disappointed when your high had come around so early. Thankfully, for you he wasn’t done just yet. 

“You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, stroking your hip gently with his thumbs. 

“Can you do one more for me? Just one more and then we can take a break?” He pleaded, nearly begging you for more. In his own reserved way, of course.

For the next few hours you two shared a bed filled with moments of bliss and pure euphoria, ripping release after release from both of your bodies. You lost count of the many times he had made you cum and vice versa, and the moment your head rested against the pillow afterwards you were fast asleep, but that didn’t erase the bliss buzzing throughout your entire body. Even in your sleep your body remembered what it felt like to be loved and ravaged, truly and passionately. And while you were fast asleep, Albedo took that as the perfect opportunity to paint you in your most peaceful state. 

This time he took all the time in the world, smiling as he painted your face resting peacefully against the soft, fluffy pillows which lifted your head up. You looked like the purest of angels sleeping soundly in his bed, and if he hadn’t known any better he wouldn’t have been convinced otherwise. After another hour or two passed and the painting was finished, he followed suit and slipped into bed next to you, turned off the nearby lamp on his nightstand and wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close as he finally drifted off into the best sleep he’d ever had in years. 

[sunnyisinsane]

seven several-sentence sunday. Day

Thank you @bcbdrums ! :D I uh . Got carried away . Whoops .

The sound of creaking is occasionally heard through the silence.

My view is focused on one thing though, that man, hand gripping the screw in his head. He's gotten taller since I last saw, Spirit was the tallest man in the "group". I was always forced to be around his friends, what luck that they're all faculty of this damned academy. The sound of a leg bouncing is also here, it's familiar and annoying. I'm not focusing on that though, I can see him in the corner of my eye and I wish I didn't, I've grown to hate the color red because of him. My focus is on the freak nonetheless. Nobody has said anything, just sitting silently at this table. There's stitches all over it. Suddenly, to my right he clears his throat.

"Maka's been good, she's top of her class, she's becoming a great meister!" The man exclaimed nervously.

"I don't care." I glare at my ex husband, he bites his lip, making those stupid panicked noises before looking down, nodding. I was hoping that'd be it until a different voice speaks up.

"Figures you wouldn't care, I mean...when was your last visit?" He smirks, the stitching on his cheek gets pulled back freakishly from the movement. I stand up from my seat.

"You have no right asking that! I needed to get away from this asshole over here! Mothering isn't easy!" Spirit gulps, looking at me after I say this loudly. Stein just stands up as well. "How could you know? You've never done it." He says, blankly, still smiling. As if this is funny.

"Oh, please, you couldn't even take care of a mouse! Honestly it's a wonder Spirit moved back in with you! He only did it because he needs someone to give his pathetic ass a purpose! He's only here because I left!" I slam my fist against the stitched table. .

Stein scoffs, "Spirit's a grown man, he does what he wants. You should know, you clearly couldn't please him or keep him in line."

I gasp, horrified, before I can say something Spirit stands up, embarrassed.

"Stein!"

We both don't acknowledge him, continuing on.

"Spirit is a spineless whore!"

"Kami!"

Stein snorts, but shrugs.

"Like I said, he's a grown man, he can do what he wants. It's his choice to stop acting like a child though." I cross my arms, glaring at Stein as he says this. "Okay guys you're just being mean to me now." A sad voice says underneath everything.

At this point Stein and I have gotten closer, emphasizing our words as we speak, both of our hands on the table as Spirit looks at us pitifully.

"Well he chose me over you! You're just a danger to everyone! I'm the one with the daughter with him!"

"how's that going for you?" Stein grins, looking around the room, as if to emphasize the point that Spirit lives with him again.

"I can see your soul, Stein. You're anxious, you're getting defensive and worried! You act so high and mighty but I can read you, way better than anyone could!" I say, grinning, looking at his soul, my words are true too. Stein may be able to give quick responses but he's always been threatened by me. The man's smile drops, he glances away, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Guys! Please, let's try getting along! Why don't we try resonating?" Spirit says, putting a hand between us. We both get caught off guard. It's silent for a moment before I move away from the table.

"You're so naive, so stupid, if you think I'd ever resonate with Franken Stein!"

"I'd say the same about you," Stein says as he lights his own cigarette. Spirit frowns, pouting. "That has to be the stupidest idea you've had yet." The stitched man shoots a look at Spirit as he says this.

I get up, towards the door. "For once, I agree with Stein here." Spirit's about to cry and Stein just smokes his cigarette quietly.

Then I leave.

Yeah I went a bit overboard there .thanks for the @ again bcb :D I didn't proofread this btw anywho uh

@takeyourcyanide , you . You write . Hi. I am TAGGING you btw you don't have to actually . Do these .

[twst-drabbles]

So can we get a run down of what everyone is for the Housepet AU? Just like what they are and a bit of general info? I really like this AU you’ve created but I’m finding myself a bit lost and confused about everything.

Thanks so much!

Yeah I have the info in my head. Mind you, everything is subject to a retcon as this isn’t professional or anything, but I think everything is pretty solid. Gonna put this under the read more in case people don’t want to read it cause it does contain spoilers. That and I kinda went overboard. Whoops. Can’t help it, I have a lot of information stuck in my head. Sooo, yeah I don’t think this’ll be any less confusing, so I’m sorry.

House Pet AU Info Central

Heartslabyul Garden

All of them are plant nymphs, as stated in a previous post right here and here. They all are representative of different flowers, with Riddle being the leading flower, as he is the only plant nymph who’s flower grows outside his body. Riddle has a torso that looks to be made of rose petals sewn together, while the rest of the plant nymphs wear clothing either made out of leaves, petals and other such things. Riddle’s rose can grow to the sizes of sunflowers, with the roots reaching to the entirety of the garden. It’s the four other nymphs jobs to take care of the detail work regarding the rose, making sure the roots aren’t damaged, burying their own seeds within the roots, and are just tiny little errand boys. The 4 other nymphs have their flowers growing on their bodies, with seeds occasionally dropping from them for Riddle to hide in his roots.

The 4 nymphs bodies are different, a bit more human like but their limbs are leaf like. Cater can still duplicate himself, but he must have the seeds needed for that to happen, Deuce can make spells bounce back but must use a seed to make a lily bloom, and Trey can still do his override as long as he’s placed his seed on the object he wants to use.

Savanaclaw Den

Leona is a land spirit, specifically of the sand variety. Land spirits aren’t born with a form, they take on one from the people they’re most fond of, so the fact that Leona looks a lot like Falena and Cheka isn’t exactly a coincidence. On that note, yes Falena and Cheka still have their animal ears. Leona was born from sand, though specifically hot sand, so he tends to lay in the sun for long periods of time, but will soak in water in case he gets too hot. He can transform into a whirlwind of sand to go through cracks if he wants to.

Ruggie was a stray wind spirit that wandered his way into Falena’s backyard. Specifically, he’s a wind spirit that transform into very hot arid winds, which is very compatible with Leona during the cold winters. Before sneaking into the household however, Ruggie was adopted by an old hyena woman, of which he eventually took on a form similar to her. But, after she died, Ruggie wandered and found his way to Leona. Falena doesn’t mind, he has plenty of food to go around.

Jack is a church grim, but the more accurate term would be a fog spirit. Back before he was adopted by his ex owners that owned the useless cemetery, Jack used to reside in meadow that had a strong river. From the fog of that river, Jack was born and met Vil, who was living a tree at the time. The river unfortunately dried up and the land became unsuitable for them to live in, so they went their separate ways. Jack was adopted by the cemetery owners, and, well, he was left there when his owners moved away. Jack took on the form of the cemetery owner’s dog, who was the one to give him the most affection. Jack’s ears and tail always leave a trail of fog behind where ever he walks and can cover a large area in fog.

Octavinelle Aquarium

Azul is a seafolk of the octopus variety, as such he can spit out ink with frightening accuracy and even change his colors to blend into his surroundings. In fact, he can blend in a little too well. When in states of distress, Azul is able to steal Floyd’s strength to break through the top of the tank to get to you, where ever you may be. Azul is rather chubby, so to safely hold him, you have to use two hands, but he’s not as heavy as one would think. His tentacles can feel weird, but he’s very gentle.

Floyd is another seafolk of the moray variety, a biter, energetic and too strong for his own good. Spells roll of this boy so long as he’s still covered in his slime. He’s about as long as your forearm, but his human-ish torso is only the size of your hand. The one that broke your tank the most times. Has fins replacing where ears would be. A fast swimmer. You can play fetch with him.

Jade, same body structure as Floyd, though is the more quiet one in comparison, though that doesn’t make him any less hard to deal with. His body mucus has the ability to force creatures to reveal what they want, their secrets so to speak. So whenever Azul is hiding from you cause he’s afraid to try new things, he’ll swim in a whirlpool around Azul until he comes out, covered in his slime. Also, he can fling that stuff at guests with amazing accuracy. One hit and suddenly your guest is spilling their secrets out. He loves to watch people humiliate themselves. Safe to say, Jade is a bit huffy to find that you’re too mentally stubborn to ever humiliate yourself in front of anyone.

To note, seafolk are very sensitive to bright lights, so dim rooms are best for them. And while they are most comfortable in salty waters, they can survive just as well in river water, pond water, and even be in the air, so long as their skin is kept moist.

Scarabia Enclosure

Jamil is the only one in the enclosure and is incredibly happy for it. Though he does wander around when he gets bored. Jamil is a naga, tail spanning the entirety of your arm, but his human torso is still only the size of your hand. He’s covered in beautiful black scales covering his tail, his back, the backs of his arms, and even his neck. Whenever he wants to coax you to do something, he’s wrap around your neck and hiss into your ear. There are not words in that sound, but the urge to do something pops up in your mind.

Though, much like Jade, you’re too stubborn to fall into those urges, so Jamil has stopped trying to make you bend to his will. He still tries, but can never get the one up on you.

He’s owned by Kalim as a gift from his father. Now, while Kalim does overly trust his servants, he leaves Jamil in your care since he noticed that Jamil would pull at his scales out of stress. Now he could’ve easily left Jamil into a perfect snake paradise while he accompanies his dad on his trips, but he’s heard rumors about you coming from Falena’s lips and he couldn’t help but be curious.

Now, the reason why Jamil ended up staying with you permanently was because Jamil began to pull out his scales out of stress, to the point where he was bleeding pretty badly with raw wounds that refused to heal.

Pomefiore Meadow

Vil, he’s a siren owned by Rook. His arms are covered in peacock like feathers, an iridescent lilac that almost trail behind him, with tail feathers that actually trail the floor. Like all sirens, his voice has the ability to catch people’s attention, to beckon and all that. Depending on his mood, he can induce a migraine with his voice. He was adopted by a rich landowner who shows him off to the internet in any way he can. Everything and everyone was at his beck and call to the point of boredom for Vil, and to the point where Vil lost almost all his independence skills. He can fly. Naturally, a new pet came in that completely rendered Vil’s presence obsolete, and Vil ran away as a result, eventually to encounter Rook while he was on vacation with his family for hunting season. Luckily, the rich owner never did make it official that Vil was his pet, so the process to officially adopt Vil was very smooth.

Epel’s a dryad born from the biggest apple tree that Marja’s great grandmother grew. He has branches curving behind his ears that rest on his shoulders. They’re always blooming apple blossoms and can grow tiny apples from them. So far, the only effect he can give those apples is a sleeping one. Dryads are born from trees and usually journey off to find a place to plant their tree. Marja had Rook take Epel with him, as she’s much too old to travel, and funnily enough, Vil took to Epel right away. Might have something to do with the fact that the tree Vil used to live in was also an apple tree. Now Epel has decided that your front yard is a perfect spot for his tree.

Ignihyde Pond

They are will-o’-the-wisps, basically blue flames that float over bogs, swamps and other such things, areas of water that are also rich in vegetation. Typically, they’re referred to as cursed creatures so many don’t hesitate to try and get rid of them. At one point, someone poisoned the pond, releasing fumes that forced Idia and Ortho to flee their area. Crowley was the one to give them to you.

These wisps are covered in a blue flame that they can grow and shrink at will. At the center of the flame is an odd body. Simply put, Idia and Ortho look like really bare dolls without any detail to focus on, like a kid’s version of a person. They have no mouth, but they have yellow glass eyes, like someone stuck two yellow colored stones on bare dolls. Idia and Ortho are always together, though Idia likes to hide in your glass cabinet, hugging a charm or other weird knickknacks he finds. Despite being made of fire, they don’t actually burn you when you hold them. Touching their bodies feels like semi solid smoke.

Diasomnia Woods

Malleus is a dragon, with the tail, the horns and the wings. All of that. He’s constantly being followed by a string of green fireflies and has been visiting your house for quite a while. He belongs to Silver, who lives in the woods not too far from your house. You’re pretty sure Silver used to be part of a rich family but you can’t be sure. Anyways, Malleus is covered in black scales that have an odd jade shine to them when in the light. He has ridges climbing along his spine, ending at the tip of his tail. Slowly, Malleus has been growing thorns around odd areas outside you house. A tunnel system? You’re not sure. All you know is that he can pop out of those thorns at any time, so you guess you’re a pit stop now.

Lilia is a bat. His arms are his leathery wings, fur covering his neck, making him look like a fancy little critter. He’s always lingering around Malleus somewhere, but you can’t be sure. All you know is that he managed to drill a hole in your wall and now he sleeps inside them. Apparently, according to Silver, Lilia has been in the family for an extremely long time. Supposedly, as long as you have Lilia, you’re bound to have good luck where ever you go. Now doesn’t that say something about Silver’s feelings about his family, considering that he has Lilia with him?

Last one is Sebek. He has a large thick tail coming from his lower back, crocodile like in terms of looks and feel. Teeth are sharp and his bite is something very fierce. Worse than Floyd. He’s also loud. Silver says he found him caught in a trap. Malleus managed to scare off the poacher before he could grab Sebek and cut off his tail to sell. He’s been stuck to Malleus like glue ever since.

TLDR:

Heartslabyul: Plant Nymphs.

Riddle: Rose nymph

Trey: Clover nymph

Cater: Plumeria nymph

Deuce: Lily nymph

Ace: Tulip nymph

Savanaclaw: Spirits.

Leona: Sand spirit

Ruggie: Wind spirit

Jack: Fog spirit

Octavinelle: Seafolk

Azul: Octopus seafolk

Jade: Moray seafolk

Floyd: Moray seafolk

Scarabia:

Kalim: Human

Jamil: Naga

Pomefiore:

Vil: Siren

Rook: Human

Epel: Dryad

Ignihyde: Will-o’-the-wisp

Idia: Will-o’-the-wisp

Ortho: Will-o’-the-wisp 

Diasomnia: Faeries

Malleus: Dragon faerie

Lilia: Bat Faerie

Silver: Human

Sebek: Crocodile Faerie

[magmamisaki]

Make a Chibi!!

Tagged by: stolen from @magma-odor-sleuth

Tagging: @magmagruntalayne

Magma Grunt:

With petals:

Civilian:

Cute and deadly:

Crazy:

[lampmeeting]

HELLO

I'm gonna give you a choice of happy or angsty for the expression meme hehe

4e toki and 4g Magnus

or

9a toki and 10g Magnus :3

i could not resist the angst u_u i also went a bit overboard on this whoops!! these were supposed to be quick :') but the angst was too strong for simple colors jkfgdg

i've seen this idea tossed around before and it's always hurt me so good, the concept of magnus having a change of heart mid-doomstar, trying to help toki escape, and subsequently getting his ass handed to him by the mma and gets locked up himself ;~; toki would still try to protect him... that's his friend, after all *has to lay down and weep*

[teaboot]

Hey I just wanted to ask you something I don't know if its personal so maybe I'll start with me, my psychiatrist told me that I have asperger's syndrome and like my mom keeps asking me like what does that means because I think she sees people with autism as stupid and I'm at the top of my class so she feels like it's a mistake, I personally go mute for months sometimes except for like oral tests, and idk I forget about having a body and so I hit onto walls when I'm focused on something but *

"...*is not so exaggerated like I'm pretty functional I just forget that there are walls and doors and that I can't just transport me to the other room or so,I mean I feel like I'm just trying to find what my "weird or autistic" traits are to justify the diagnosis,I didn't asked my psychiatrist to elaborate on that and so I was wondering, what would you say that your autistic traits are?Also just in case,I know that autistic people can be hella smart and I think that you are really wise I admire you"

Thank you so much, that's very sweet of you to say!

Honestly, I'm sort of in a similar situation- My parents' reaction was to say, "you're too smart to be autistic" or, "Everyone of ~your intelligence~ is a little weird in the head, anyways", and then. Expect me to live up to all the positive stereotypes without ever getting bogged down by the negative realities?

This might not be very helpful at all of me to say, but as an adult who grew up in a rather unpleasant environment, there really isn't much help for a number of things except getting old and independant enough to move out, and then just accepting that their perception of reality isn't open to negotiation. You can try debating it, or meeting them on common ground with scientific basis, but in my case....

....well. There's just some things I now know not to talk about at family gatherings.

I'm sorry, I know that's probably not very helpful or heartening to hear. 

As for my personal grab bag of symptoms? I tend to hyperfocus on personal projects. When I'm really invested in an art piece, I often forget to eat or sleep or drink, and the only way I've learned to snap out of that is that if my hands are shaking or I'm falling over a lot, I probably need to eat something and lay down for a while, because otherwise- and yeah, not the healthiest motivator- otherwise I might start fucking up my hard work.

I also get overwhelmed by overlapping noises- if two people are talking at once, even if one is on a radio or TV show, I can't hear either of them and it stresses the shit out of me. White noise, like in malls or assemblies, also tends to burn my energy pretty fast.

Things like leaf blowers, people whistling indoors, and emergency sirens are physically painful. Repetitive noises like a bouncing rubber ball, sniffling, dogs licking things, and low-frequency vibrations from massage chairs, earthquakes, distant bass music, and some fluorescent lighting systems are impossible to ignore, which ranges from irritating to distressing, depending on my headspace du jour.

I hate bland food with a passion. It tends to make me nauseaus. I like lots of spice, lots of sugar, lots of sour and hot and acidic. I love strong flavours, and if I'm cooking for friends and family I often have to remind myself to tone down the seasonings for them.

Some textures make me genuinely ill, too- most types of meat, fat, and other animal bits result in.... Bad times for all. Polyester towels suck ass. Microfiber cloth. Thick cotton knit material. Any fabric covering my forearms. Thin, elastic denim. Vinyl. Polar fleece.

On the flip side, I looooove woven cotton blankets. Cotton sheets, cotton bedding- cold, heavy duvets are good, too. Acrylic, so long as it doesn't get damp. I have.... Perhaps a little bit of a problem here, as I do... Maybe, possibly, get a little impulsive with buying rugs, throws, and blankets when I come across one that feels right.

All my cups and bowls are handmade out of clay. I'm OK with smooth ceramics, but stoneware feels happy in my hands. I think of it as a treat, like packing a bit of chocolate with my lunch, or eating a whole bag of popcorn by myself. Again, I.... May go a little overboard when I come across A nice-feeling piece of dishware.

Basically, from what I understand, a lot of folks on the spectrum are under and over stimulated by various sensory inputs.

Me, I gravitate towards taste, inertia, tactile sensation, temperature, and dark lighting, while I find myself avoiding, limiting, or minimizing sound, light, color, oral texture, and smell.

As for more stereotyped behaviors, I find organizing things such as legal documents, filing cabinets, paint swatches, hardware, coins, stones, or colors to be very soothing and almost meditative. I go through special interests fairly often, and have been 'into' things like animals, insects, natural history, and art since before I could walk. I can't explain why they're such alluring subjects, they just make me happy.

I didn't realize until recently that I do stim, as well- I rock, sway, growl, swish water around, hang upside-down, rotate my thumbs, rub fabric, twirl coins, and flex my hands. I also (rarely) seem compelled to jump up and down in circles very fast when I'm particularly excited, or flap my arms against my sides like a penguin.

When I'm overstimulated, I go.... I'm not sure if you could call it 'nonverbal'. I get the feeling I COULD speak, it's just.... Overwhelmingly difficult. Usually I find a dark space or a corner away from people, put a coat or something over my head, cover my ears, close my eyes... Sometimes deliberate eye contact is hard, or I can't say more than one or two words at a time, or I find myself relying more on a hum or a grunt to communicate that I'm listening.

It... Probably all sounds weird to a neurotypical who may be reading, but I'm perfectly happy with myself as I am. I wouldn't change it if I could, except perhaps to minimize some of the more irritating things.

Mostly, my biggest peeve is being treated like a cool new pet or accessory. "Oh, this is my person with Autism- they're great at cleaning, you should get one!"- yeah, that can fuck right off. I'm right here, I can hear you, I'm a person. A little respect goes a long way.

But, whoops, here I've gone on a ramble- you want the best advice I have, though? Become comfortable with the person you are. Accept and seek out what things bring you happiness. Don't get hung up on the negatives. Love your experience, if you can, and don't worry about validating anything- you are who you are, and the words we use to explain ourselves fall so, so short when faced with the complexity of our individual existence.

The way I see it, the day before your diagnosis is the same as today, you just have one more tool to understand yourself with. The decision of how and if you choose to explain this to those around you is entirely yours to decide! 

I know this kind of went off the rail of your question. My answers are a little limited. I hope I could help anyways! Good luck!!

[lemonpeter]

Hey so um 👉🏻👈🏻 I was wondering if u would write spidershield or winterspidershield laughing during sex?

I went totally overboard with this, should I say sorry? Lol I hope you enjoy! Full disclosure, I wasn’t 100% sure how to write this, but I tried my best (just having it be light, slightly silly sex)

I wrote this without much editing, please don’t hate if I spelled something wrong or made a dumb mistake lol

Warnings: virgin Steve, all the awkward things that come with first times, age difference, size difference (whoowhee), unprotected sex, power bottom Peter, very nff

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It was no secret that Steve was a virgin. It’s not like anyone wanted him before the serum, and after he got it there wasn’t much time for such activities.

So he had never been with anyone in that way.

But he had been seeing Peter for nearly six months and they were both amazingly patient. Steve didn’t want to take things too fast, and Peter was just willing to wait for when Steve was comfortable.

Maybe he should have had a sexier way to tell the younger man.

Instead he got giggles when he presented Peter with the foil package of a condom and flushed cheeks.

“Is it okay? I don’t want to rush or anything, and I know this isn’t exactly smooth, but-“

Peter cut off Steve’s rambling with a soft kiss, pulling away after a moment to meet his eyes. “I think it was cute. And you aren’t rushing anything, I’ve just been waiting for you to say something.”

Steve tried not to grin, scooping the man off of the couch and carrying him to the bedroom they had come to share. He set Peter down gently, hands on his thighs as he kissed him. Then he paused, going back out to the living room to grab the condom. “Whoops. Might need this.”

Peter laughed softly, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side before laying back on the bed. His arms were stretched above his head, showing off every inch of pale, freckled skin. “It’s not like we’ll need it. I’m clean. You’re...probably incapable of getting anything, but also clean,” he pointed out.

“Are you saying...you don’t want to use it?” Steve asked him, eyes wide.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Peter confirmed, sitting up and pulling the older man onto the bed by his beltloops. “But protection doesn’t even matter if we’re still dressed. So...”

Steve nodded quickly, pulling his shirt off quickly- and too enthusiastically- and ripping it in multiple places. He set it to the side, face burning as he moved to his jeans next, awkwardly flopping on the bed as he worked to kick them off. Damn his thick thighs.

The younger man smiled fondly at him, licking his lips quickly as he watched his boyfriend strip to nothing but boxers. “There’s my man. Now get over here and undress me,” he ordered gently, laying back down and lifting his hips to make it easier.

The blonde instantly had his hands on the narrow hips, tugging down the sweatpants that were keeping him from the rest of his boyfriend. Suddenly he felt as though he would die without the sight of Peter’s thighs and how his cock hung between them. So he pulled the tight boxer briefs down as well, moaning softly as he trailed his eyes over Peter.

“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me,” Peter mumbled, blushing until the color bled all the way to his chest.

Another moan left Steve at the comment. His cock twitched from the confines of his boxers, a movement that Peter tracked with his eyes.

“Is all that for me?” Peter teased, flipping them over so that he was on top, only able to do so because of his enhanced strength. He positioned himself on the soldier’s abs, grinding down for just a moment. He made a satisfied noise before shifting his position to complete the act of actually getting his boyfriend naked.

Once he was done with that, he grabbed the bottle of lube that he had thought to set on the bed. Good thinking, five minutes ago Peter. His eyes found Steve’s cock, not that it was easy to miss. The thing was huge, at least eight inches long and three and a half inches thick. Jesus.

Steve nervously watched the smaller man, biting his lip. “I don’t want to hurt you. We don’t have to-“

“No.” Peter said firmly. “I’m taking this. I’m making you feel good. I’ll just...be extremely sore tomorrow,” he mumbled.

Steve didn’t look sure, but slowly nodded. “I can prep you....”

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Peter had to take four of his own fingers before deciding that definitely wouldn’t be enough, then having Steve fuck him on three of his larger fingers. Then he finally felt like he would be able to take the whole length without tearing.

He slicked up Steve’s cock liberally, wanting to make sure that things would stay nice and wet. Then he slowly started sinking down onto the length, a weak sound pulling itself from his throat before he was even halfway. He felt like his insides were being rearranged, moving to accommodate the intrusion.

Steve whimpered, head dropping back from the pleasure he was already getting from the tight hole squeezing around him. “You’re sure you won’t be hurt?”

The younger man laughed softly before the sound was cut off by a moan, but he nodded. “I might be a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle. It’ll be so worth it...”

He sunk the rest of the way down, pausing for a moment to catch his breath as he clenched around Steve. “You really are fucking huge,” he mumbled, chuckling to himself.

Steve blushed, hips rocking up slightly. He whined softly, heat flooding his body as he listened to himself. He sounded ridiculous. And needy. He laughed at his own neediness, bringing one hand up to cover his face, while the other stayed on Peter’s hip. “I had no idea that it could feel this good,” he admitted softly.

Peter grinned down at him, giggling softly as he slowly began to move up and down. “It’s about to feel so much better, just...wait...”

He couldn’t even bring himself all the way off of it with each thrust, the flared head catching on his rim before he could move all the way off. So he just stopped there before sliding back down, his ass meeting Steve’s skin again.

They went for a few minutes, pleasured noises leaving the both of them before Steve gasped sharply. “Wait, wait, wait-“ he said quickly.

Peter stilled, but it wasn’t quite fast enough.

Steve moaned loudly as he came, orgasm ripping through his body and causing him to tremble. “Oh, Peter...doll...”

The younger man just smiled a bit, slowly moving again to help him ride it out. He really did want to make his man feel good, even if it was a little faster than anticipated.

Once he had come down from his high and registered what happened, Steve was babbling an apology. “I didn’t mean to- so fast- I’ll make it up to you.”

Peter just giggled, leaning down and kissing the blonde man’s chest. He hummed softly, feeling stuffed full with both the cock and huge load filling him up. “It’s okay, Stevie. I’m pretty happy with this outcome.” He smiled softly. “Next time we’ll work on making it longer.”

Steve laughed softly, cheeks burning pink at the words. “Yeah. N-next time.”

Next time was something neither of them could wait for.

[yukiwrites]

Mages, Sensitive about their ages

Thanks for the support as always @xpegasusuniverse! This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it!

Summary: Back in their home worlds, Lysithea, Hayato and Ricken all had to deal with similar circumstances regarding their ages. That didn’t stop after they arrived in Askr, but now, perhaps, things could go differently...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The order of Heroes was easily the most diverse part of Askr -- with what amount of Heroes hailing from all sorts of backgrounds who also bore strikingly distinct personalities. There was always something interesting happening; be it new discoveries, friendships or even conflicts.

However, Heroes with similar personalities and circumstances were bound to be summoned and drawn to one another as well, though through different situations that were not always pleasant to witness.

At that very moment, three similar discussions were happening at the training grounds’ vicinity. On one side, Claude was using Lysithea’s head as an armrest, snorting at the girl’s squirms as she tried to push him away.

“How many- ugh, get off me- how many times must I tell you NOT to use my head as an armrest! Could it be that you can’t take this whole situation we’re in seriously?!” Lysithea used all of her strength to push her classmate’s arm off, but he was much stronger than he looked -- and even if he did look the part, physical strength wasn’t Lysithea’s forte.

“C’mon, what’s there to be mad about? I thought you were a mature lady who wouldn’t mind lending a helpful hand -- or head -- to an exhausted ally in need.” The taller boy muffled a laugh as he peeked under his arm to Lysithea’s increasingly red face.

She puffed her cheeks and pointed her index straight to his nose. “Look here, you- I know what you’re trying to pull here and-”

On another side, another pair walked and bickered -- or one should say, one was bickering while the other was laughing.

“You know the BEST part of having been summoned to this strange, strange land, Hayato? I’m free from your magic! You can’t throw anything at me with the intent to hurt or push me away due to the summoning contract.” Azama threw his head back in laughter, enjoying this new freedom of being able to pester Hayato whenever he pleased without worrying about being blown away by a tornado.

The boy covered both ears with his hands, groaning loudly. “Who’s the kid here now, Azama? Between the two of us-”

“AHA, you said it!”

“No, wait-”

Yet on another side, another boy threw a complaint to his ally.

“Robin, I’m telling you stop pestering me!” Ricken stomped across the training grounds, being followed by an amused yet worried tactician. “Yes, I had breakfast, yes I brushed my teeth and- wait, why am I even explaining myself to you? I’m a full fledged Hero and I’m gonna prove to everyone that I can hold my own!”

“Wait, your hat’s all crooked, Ricken. Here you go, let me help.” The tactician patted the young mage’s shoulder before stepping in front of him to adjust the comically large hat as the boy grew increasingly redder.

“For the last time, I’m not a child!” Three different voices resonated at the same time, echoing one another to the point of startling their companions into looking around and noticing the similar situations happening around them.

The first one to react was Azama. “Oh, oh, ohohoho! So you had your little young’un friend and your widdle girlfriend here too, Hayato? Oh, this is a field day.”

“Oh my, that boy really does look like you, Ricken. Look, he even has the same hair colo-”

“BOY? Am I to be insulted by those whom I don’t even know?!” Hayato hissed, much like a kitten being cornered by two bigger animals, as he looked from Robin to Azama.

“What did you just say?! Widd- Girlfri-” Lysithea stuttered, pointing a shaky index at Azama, completely forgetting Claude’s arm on top of her head. “I’m going- I’m going to-” Magical energy started to gather around her, startling her classmate a step away from her.

“Wow, her hair’s floating- her eyes are getting all glowy-” Ricken narrated, enjoying the frankly obscene amount of power coming out of a single girl.

Robin flinched, immediately pulling Ricken back and yelling to Azama. “Duck! If this hits you, you’re toast!”

But the monk was unfazed. “What can she do? The contract is absolute! Believe me, I’ve been in much more dangerous situations than at the other side of a little girl’s wrath, hah!” He sneered, slapping Hayato’s back right after. “You two sure suit each other, don’t you? ‘Magical prodigies’ is what they’re calling these days, right?”

“Oh, buddy, that one wasn’t cool,” Claude muttered as cold sweat ran down his back. Azama had just pressed two very dangerous buttons on Lysithea.

“Prodigy? Don’t mock me!” The girl’s feet floated off the ground as she lifted her hand, entirely able and willing to shoot the strongest of her Dark Spikes magic on that man, if only as a warning. “The contract prevents us from DIRECTLY harming each other, yes, but it says nothing of falling debris, does it now?” She smirked as she looked up to the place Azama was standing under -- a column that held part of the ceiling of the open grounds.

The color left Azama’s face. “Whoops-”

“Hold your staff, priest -- you will need it!” Lysithea moved her hand to release the magic, but something caught her from behind -- from under her armpits -- and lifted her like one does a misbehaving kitten.

“Make a run for it!” Claude held Lysithea back, breaking her concentration as the power swirling around her popped as though a mishandled balloon.

“No need to tell me twice!” Azama held his staff and dashed away with a speed Hayato had only seen a few times.

“Let me- unhand me this instant, Claude!” Lysithea kicked her feet and struggled as Claude simply lifted her up like an infant, though he wore a disapproving frown.

“Alright, I’ll put you down, but I need to be straight with you, Lysithea.” His tone suddenly changed as Lysithea’s feet touched the ground. “I know that guy went overboard and all, but if I hadn’t stepped in, you would’ve destroyed half of the training grounds! If you don’t want to be called a kid, then don’t act like one when someone does something you dislike.”

“What do you know about acting properly?! That man offended me and I am in my entire right to demand reparations!”

“Hey, arguing while your head’s hot will only make you yell nonsense, young lady.” Robin approached beside a bewildered Ricken, taking Claude’s side. “Azama can be a difficult character to handle, but I must agree with Claude on this: you have no right to destroy a facility that not only everyone uses but that also belongs to a completely different kingdom than yours.”

“Well, not that it would’ve been okay if it were back home, either, but the Monastery does get pretty beaten up sometimes from the magical explosions and stuff…” Claude scratched his cheek, shifting his gaze from the tactician to his classmate. “Anyway, food for thought, kiddo. Don’t go exploding anybody here, you hear?” He ruffled Lysithea’s hair before jumping away under her increasingly loud hisses.

“Get away from me!” She took two steps back, panting in rage. “How dare both of you lecture me on something you have no understanding of! I have complete control of my magic and I would have only used it to scare that annoying man! I’m not some stupid child that destroys things in the middle of a tantrum, I’ll have you know!” She shouted, the volume of her voice not really matching her short size. “And you don’t even know me, so refrain from directing your words to me!” She pointed to Robin, who immediately raised both hands in defeat.

“Maybe we’ll be the targets this time. What do you say about a tactical retreat?” Robin snorted under a smirk, stealing a glance at Claude, who nodded while wearing a similar expression.

“Couldn’t have said it better! Bye, children, don’t break anything without adult supervision, alright?” He winked before sprinting out of the place with Robin in tow, their chuckles echoing through the corridors.

“COWARDS! Come back here, you- you- ughh!” Lysithea stomped her foot on the ground to release her frustration, breathing heavily.

“Whoa, that was so cool!” Ricken approached without restraint, his eyes sparkling with respect. “You made all three of those bullies run away with their tails between their legs with only your magical energy! How did you do that? You seem to be the same age as me, but you have so much more magic…”

“If you are about to say that I am a prodigy, I suggest you swallow those words back!” She lashed out at him without missing a breath, her eyes still burning with rage.

“Why would you say that? Being called a magical genius isn’t an insult.” Hayato crossed his arms and lifted his chin.

“It is an insult to all the hard work I put into acquiring my knowledge!” She huffed, shaking her head to put her thoughts in order. “I won’t allow people who only see me for my age to tell me I’m ‘talented’ and call it a day! I worked hard to be where I am and if anyone tries to disregard that, they’ll face the pointy end of my Dark Spikes!”

Hayato scratched his chin, pondered on Lysithea’s words for a beat and nodded. “Well said. I can certainly relate to those feelings, though I am naturally talented on top of a hard worker.”

“Humph, good for you, then.” She looked away from him to the eager Ricken beside her. “What’re you looking at? Are you also ‘naturally gifted’ and snobby?”

“Snob-” Hayato flinched as Ricken shook his head and smiled.

“Uh, not at all! I’m actually fairly ordinary, so knowing that you got that strong by hard work alone is amazing! Especially since I can understand how it feels to be treated like a kid despite being able to hold my own.”

Lysithea let out her breath, finally calming down. “That’s good. I’m sorry for speaking harshly to you just now, I was still a bit on edge.”

“That’s completely okay!” Ricken smiled broadly. “Hey, can I stick with you from now on? I wanna learn more magic to prove myself to everyone, and you’re a shining example I want to follow!”

“As long as you don’t hold me back, I don’t mind helping you here and there, sure.” Lysithea nodded, then looked at Hayato. “Are you gonna keep staring at us or do you have something to say?”

The young diviner frowned deeply, but then shook his head instead. “... No, I was actually going to ask the same thing as Ricken -- since the three of us all share similar circumstances on top of being mages, I figured we could learn from each other.”

“That’s not a bad idea as long as we’re all bettering ourselves.” Lysithea threw her hair back as she started to walk out of the training grounds. “Merric’s magic class is about to begin, so shall we head out?”

Hayato and Ricken exchanged glances before nodding. “Yeah, let’s go!” 

[sentientpaperbag]

So this not only ended up being longer than I meant, but most of it is lore related because I changed some stuff involving the lore of magic in this universe. So you get to learn about Dark and Light Husks a little more

Also i might have gone on a bit and rambled in the tags, whoops~

Under the cut!

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Zonta was tired. She’d gone a little overboard with the spellcasting practice. She just desperately wanted to get her spells right without causing too much trouble. She knew using Dark Magic was dangerous, and usually using it as much as she had would result in some form of permanent change in her appearance or even becoming a Dark Husk.

But... she hadn’t had any side effects. She was actually, weirdly enough, good at it. To her knowledge, every witch had a specific form of magic that they excelled in. For example, Zonta knew a nice girl who lived outside of town in the forest, and her specialty happened to be plant based, although she usually used mostly fungi.

Zonta, however, learned pretty quickly that she was very good with Dark Magic. It wasn’t necessarily forbidden, but it was frowned upon to use this kind of magic, due to the very dangerous consequences of overuse.

Zonta supposed it could be worse. She could be in the cult of Light Magic. Or she could be a Light Husk, those were far worse than a Dark Husk, and Zonta decided long ago that if she ever turned into a Husk, she’d go for the less depressing Dark version. At least that way she knew people would leave her alone.

“What exactly are Light Husks again?” Markus, who had come over to help her as best he could with her practice, had absolutely no idea how magic worked. Zonta liked being able to explain things to her friend, even if he didn’t really get it. She supposed it was only fair, however. After all, she hardly knew how werewolves worked and he had done his best to explain that all to her.

“Light Husks are people who used Light Magic. It’s far more powerful than Dark Magic,” she explained, “It’s also more unstable. If you have to use any kind of frowned upon or illegal magic, it’s better to use Dark instead of Light, even if people seem to be more scared of the former.”

“So since it’s unstable it’s easier to turn into a Husk, right?”

“Mm-hm,” Zonta sat down on the long couch in her living room, propping her feet on her friend’s legs as he sat down beside her, “Light Magic, being incredibly unstable and dangerous, usually tends to turn a person into a Husk pretty fast. You get like… the weirdest God complex, too. I went to a gathering with some other witches one time, and there was a Light Husk there in this like… I wanna call it a tube but it wasn’t really one. Anyway, they were in this anti-magic container thing, because if a Light Husk got loose, the world would probably be in a shit-ton of trouble. Light Husks have a whole cult following, cuz they’re usually thought of as godlike. It’s… really creepy, actually.”

“Yikes.”

“Exactly. Anyway, this Light Husk was a woman, probably like… three, four years older than us, and she’s all glowing and ethereal and it’s absolutely terrifying. But like… these people are coming up to the container and they’re asking questions and she’s answering them and her voice is absolutely mesmerizing. Really echo-y and unearthly. Honestly if she looked more like a horrifying creature made of eyes and flaming wheels and wings she could have passed as what people thought angels looked like. I don’t like it. People are obsessed with Light Husks.”

“I hope there’s not that many out there…,” Markus looked a little worried for a moment. Zonta smiled reassuringly at him, shaking her head.

“Nah, there’s like seven. After the seventh person turned into a Husk, people kinda realized that hey, this shit is dangerous and probably lethal, let’s not turn ourselves into ethereal beings of light and energy.”

Markus frowned, lost in thought for a moment. Zonta glanced out the window behind them, silently thinking her own private thoughts, mostly about how grateful she was that the two of them were comfortable with one another to talk about the less appealing sides of their abilities.

“What about Dark Husks? Are you worried about becoming one? If you use your magic too much, I mean,” Markus finally said.

“I mean, I used to worry about it. But I usually can feel when I’m going a little too far and I think that stops me from going overboard. So it should be fine, as long as I remember to take breaks and stuff. Gotta let my magic replenish or I would definitely turn into a Husk.”

“What do they usually look like?”

Zonta shuddered, thinking about the depressing forms she once saw roaming the countryside, “They look like ghosts. Or at least what I think ghosts look like. To my knowledge, Jason is the only one who can see the dead, and I’m too afraid to ask if they look like Dark Husks.

“But they like… they have hallow eyes and sunken cheeks, their bodies are usually thin and bony. Their whole body takes on a monochromatic color scheme that matches their magic. So, for example, if I turned into a Husk, my body would turn different shades of purple,” she explained, shrugging slightly.

Markus tried to envision that for a moment, furrowing his brows together. Zonta thought he looked cute when he tried to imagine something she explained. He usually looked very serious like that.

“You keep furrowing your eyebrows like that and you’ll get a crease in between them,” she teased. He relaxed his face, a small smile forming.

“I think you’d be a pretty color, but I also think you’d look scary if that happened,” Markus said.

“You think my magic color is pretty?” Zonta tried to stay calm, her heart fluttering. Usually her magic color bothered people. Magic usually was a bright color, but hers was a darker purple, almost an indigo of sorts.

“Well yeah. I mean… I think your magic is cool. And the color is kinda nice, it suits you.”

She smiled, “Thanks dude, that means a lot to me. Usually when people find out my magic color, they freak out. And then, when they find out I specialize in Dark Magic of all things, they start thinking I’m like, evil or something.”

“Do you know what kind of magic your dad did?”

She shook her head, “My mom said she can’t remember, and he left before I was born. She told me she just remembers what color his magic is. It’s red. I’ve never seen that color for magic before, it’s kinda unique. Like the dark purple for my magic. Guess weird colors run in the family.”

“Maybe he did Dark Magic like you and that’s why you’re good at it.”

“Haha, maybe.”

Zonta fought the urge to yawn, her eyes heavy. She wanted to keep talking to Markus, but she had really worn herself out practicing.

“You look tired, Hummingbird,” Markus said softly, “You should probably rest.”

“Nah, I’m.. fine,” she mumbled. She knew she needed to rest, she just didn’t want to.

“At least close your eyes. You can still talk to me, but with your eyes closed.”

She complied, closing her eyes. It was fine for a moment until she felt fingers gently brush across her face and her eyes shot open.

Markus looked embarrassed, “Ah, sorry. Should’ve said something. You had a stray hair in your face and it was bugging me. You can close your eyes again, I won’t do that without asking next time.”

She chuckled, shutting her eyes again. She tried not to think about how soft his fingers had been when they moved across her cheek.

“Your accent popped out for a minute there,” she said, laughing when Markus replied, “Howdy, ma’am,” in the most Texan accent she’d ever heard.

“Hey... If I fall asleep, don’t let me sleep too long. I have to make dinner for my mom when she gets home in a few hours. The flight she was supposed to work on next got cancelled or something, so she gets to come home for a few days,” Zonta mumbled, her words slurring a little as she felt sleep start taking over.

“Or, you could sleep and I could make your mom something. She knows you practice a lot and wear yourself out, I’m pretty sure she’d be fine with my cooking.”

“She liked that one thing your mom made,” Zonta replied, opening one eye slightly, “Those tamale things. They were really good.”

Markus grinned, “I told you. You didn’t wanna try them.”

“I didn’t wanna end up not liking them and disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, Zonta,” Zonta felt her face heat up at how sincere he sounded. She opened her eyes fully, sitting up a little more and moving slightly so she was closer.

“That’s nice to know,” she said quietly, wondering if what she was feeling was genuine or just because it’d been so long since she’d dated that any form of kindness from a cute guy sent her into a romantic frenzy.

He smiled gently at her, pushing her slightly on her shoulder so she was lying back down, “You need to rest, Z. Close your eyes again.”

“Fine,” she mumbled, “Hey, you think you could you try teaching me Spanish again sometime?”

“Only if you try teaching me how to dance.”

Zonta snorted, “You have two left feet.”

“And you can’t roll your R’s.”

“That’s fair,” she laughed.

Her mind started wandering as she felt sleep start drifting over her again. Her mind drifted to thinking about what holding Markus’ hand would be like. It was such a specific thought, and she was fairly certain it was because she was a little touch starved, but she just wanted to hold his hand sometimes.

She was half tempted to say something, but felt herself grow nervous at the thought of asking, instead opting to stay quiet.

She felt herself drifting off to sleep, and she swore she heard Markus say something, but her mind was foggy and she was pretty out of it. She felt herself growing limp as sleep overtook her, and she hoped that maybe she’d have a decent dream for once instead of the weird and sometimes frightening dreams she commonly had.

Markus quietly and gently moved her so her legs weren’t on him anymore, and he found one of the small blankets she kept around the house, covering her with it. He smiled softly at her and walked into the other room to go find something to make for her and her mother when she returned home.

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Qrow surrendered first, his arm darting out from under the blanket to snag a cookie before retreating out of sight. Raven held out only four minutes longer.

It took repeated promises that they were far better with glasses of milk, but eventually both of them were sitting up and almost back to normal.

“Have you… ever… had cookies before…?” Tai asked, regretting every word as he said them.

Raven didn’t look up. “Of course we have, we’re not savages.“ 

Ah! Fully back to normal, then!

Follow the Beacon Summer—Die

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[In honor of no episode this week for First members, have the extra chapter I promised! Come to think of it, I might have only mentioned I was gonna do this on AO3. Whoops]

Forty minutes later, Summer returned with a steaming tray piled high with a double batch of chocolate chip cookies. She might have gone a little bit overboard, but what kind of leader wouldn’t brown butter for her team? Somehow it had been an entire month, and she hadn’t baked anything yet.

‘Somehow’. Homework. Homework was why.

Tai stared at the massive pile with a greedy gleam in his eye, looking for a moment like his namesake.  "Those smell amazing.“ Xiao Longs were famous for hoarding two things: family members and good recipes.

"Game set up?” Summer asked, tipping a slightly irresponsible number of treats onto a paper plate before setting the rest to cool on her desk.

“Uh… not really…” he grabbed some food with one hand and pointed at the twin-shaped lumps with the other. Neither of them had moved. 

“I told you, that’s what the cookies are for.” The plate went on the nightstand between the Taupes’ beds, within easy reach. Summer settled down at Qrow’s desk, folded her hands in her lap, and waited.

It didn’t take long for the smell to infiltrate their fortresses, that was the magic of brown butter. Qrow surrendered first, his arm darting out from under the blanket to snag a cookie before retreating out of sight. Raven held out only four minutes longer.

It took repeated promises that they were far better with glasses of milk, but eventually both of them were sitting up and almost back to normal.

“Have you… ever… had cookies before…?” Tai asked, regretting every word as he said them.

Raven didn’t look up. “Of course we have, we’re not savages." 

Ah! Fully back to normal, then!

"But we’ve never had real Valian chocolate chip cookies before and these are amazing,” Qrow added.

“All right, time for step two of my evil plan!” Summer dropped a controller into each of their laps.

Raven set down her glass of milk to inspect it properly. “How do we play?”

“Well, it’s like a normal board game—uh… roll dice, move around a board—” Tai began.

“Dice?” Qrow stared at his controller.

“It’s a virtual dice.”

“Die,” Summer chirped. 

The other three froze, staring, various stages of shock and confusion on their faces. She threw her hands up in exasperation. “The singular form of dice is die!”

Understanding dawned, and they relaxed. Though, the Taupes scowled at each other for some reason*. That pseudo-telepathy thing, where twins can have an entire conversation just by looking at each other? Very real. Summer and Tai were slowly learning to tune it out.

“Right. Okay. What was I saying? Move around a board, and earn coins. And then sometimes you play minigames to earn more coins. The first person to buy every color of Dust shard wins, at least on most maps. I’ll pick an easy one.”

“I—uh—I have to—” Qrow stammered, starting to set down the controller.

Raven glared at him, for just a moment, but suddenly all the air was gone from the room.

“Uh…” Tai stumbled for a way to smooth things over. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to…?" 

"Thanks.” Qrow spoke as tonelessly as Raven had when they’d first walked in, and hugged his knees to his chest, leaving the controller on the bed next to him.

The Taupes had gotten less weird as they settled in, but then occasionally something like this would still happen. Each time, it was Tai who made things at least slightly better. And each time, Summer was at a complete loss.

“Okay, Raven, you can pick your character.” She chose Fantasma, so Summer and Tai picked their usual Pesca and Pomodoro.

“All right, now we roll to see who goes first,” Tai said. “Just press the blue button.” Raven pressed it a little harder than necessary, and her die stopped at three. “Okay, so if someone rolls lower than a you, they’ll go ahead during the game—”

Summer rolled a 5, and Tai rolled a 4.

“Hey, beginner’s luck.”

“Don’t get too competitive,” she warned. The neighbors might have knocked on her mom’s door during a few heated games in the past… 

“You’re the competitive one.” He stuck his tongue out before turning back to Raven. “So now we’re actually playing. Go ahead and roll again to see how far you move.”

Raven pressed the button again, a little more gently this time, and rolled a 7.

“Hey, pretty nice! The max is 14, so…” her character came to a stop on a red space and dropped three coins. “…oh. Forgot about that.”

She almost smiled. “What were you saying about beginner’s luck?”

“It happens to everybody,” Tai said, taking his turn and getting a 5. “Oh, see, this is a minigame space. There’s a bunch of different ones, and they all have different rules—here, in this one, there’s seven crystals. One is a Dust shard that’ll explode and make you lose coins, five are rock candy that give you one coin, and one’s a gemstone that gives you a bunch of coins.”

Raven frowned as Pomodoro vanished in a poof of rainbow smoke, setting Tai at zero. “I thought the point of the game was to collect Dust shards.”

“Not with your face!” Summer cackled, rolling. “HA! Fourteen! Gotcha, Tai!”

“Dangit.”

“What’s that space do?”

“This is a mystery square,” she explained, and then cried out in dismay as a little cartoon Beowolf jumped out and attacked Pesca. “DANGIT! Lost a turn.”

Tai leaned over to fake-whisper to Raven. “I told you she was the competitive one.”

Next Chapter: Raven—Qrow Wins

[*Twinspeak translation: Raven: Especially when you’re around Qrow: Shut your stupid face up]

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Magic, Monsters and Merthur - 1x02 - (Magic)

Episode 2! Whoop!

It’s a shame that the magic is my favorite subject in this “analysis”. It doesn’t get interesting until much, much later. But I do rant a bit, so a warning for that ahead of time.

Short version of what we know already - two prophecies for the world, we got the bad timeline. Magic is a living being that blessed humans, but humans didn’t like that it didn’t give them god-like powers, so they made their own blessings and then fought something that shouldn’t even be fight-able, and won.

Somehow.

And... Immediately I’m making more changes to what I put in certain sections... Merthur is not only Merthur, it is also all characters, the Monsters isn’t just the magical creatures, it’s also the villains, and the Magic isn’t just the magic, but also about the history of Camelot, and certain tidbits about universe-expanding.

It’s either this or I make yet another post after all of the “original” ones, just called “Random Observations”, which I don’t think is necessary.

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09:11

This guy always intrigued me. The Knights of Camelot have a very limited fighting style, usually one sword and one shield, no shield if it’s not available and very minimal theatrics or hand-to-hand combat. Also not very good with several opponents, they’re best against a single strong enemy that they can clash with endlessly. They’re quick, but not incredibly, they’re durable, but still have limits, they’re strong, but flawed in certain areas. Versatile, but at so many things that they end up just being average at everything.

This guy, on the other hand, is officially a knight. And his fighting style – his armor and weapons too – are from a completely different continent. My question is how he adopted this style, where he adopted it from, how he ended up close enough to Camelot to hear of the tournament and then enter it, and how the fuck he got himself knighted. We don’t see many people like this in the future, and it’s not because Uther doesn’t allow them, he’s clearly rooting for this guy to win, but there’s still an abundance of knights that fight like Camelot’s – versatile, but average.

I just want to know why we didn’t get more different styles, why Gwaine or even Lancelot, Percival too, ELYAN, people who first fought with what they had, not the fancy swords Camelot provided them with, didn’t have their own styles of fighting independent from what knighthood had forced upon them. I know Gwaine still has some of his brawler instincts, using words more than fists to win a fight with wit, I’m not sure that Lancelot had professional knight training, but he should have picked up a few cheeky tactics from his time traveling around the whole island, I dunno where Percival came from but… Have you seen him hold a sword? He looks so awkward with it, it’s so small in his hands! He definitely needed a giant mace or a club that he could bash people over the head with. And Elyan! He was a blacksmith, you cannot tell me that while he wasn’t in Camelot he didn’t pick up even the tiniest wind of swords being made differently – with curves, sharp or dull edges – and didn’t try to make and practice with one himself! Maybe he knew of the “quota”, of how swords are generally made, and maybe he was taught to make swords in this specific way and he didn’t want to deviate…

But do all of these travelers, while traveling through places that have never even heard of the name Camelot, always found the perfect run-of-the-mill Camelot knight sword to fight with?

I just don’t believe it.

More variety in sword fights dammit.

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39:36

So… There’s a spell that can… Revive stone?

Surely the dog wasn’t made into stone to make that statue, that would be magic and you know how the big bad thinks of it. That’s just literal stone, and there’s a whole spell that just… Makes stone into a living being? How the hell does that work.

…the afanc uses the same principle.

So making living things out of dead material seems to be a trend, with several different spells usable. Which is cool, it’s probably just an exchange of life-force between the summoner and the summoned, would be simple if not for the “a life for a life” thing that the Cup of Life is based on.

To create a life a life must be taken – but it only applies to humans?

I think I go more indepth into the Cup of Life in… Oh fuck in another season. But yeah, it’s life-force exchange, so… it’s either only humans are considered “lives” which is just bullshit and I don’t accept it or it’s literally taking ANYTHING to create that life and the “a life for a life” thing is absolute ridiculousness thought up by somebody.

It’s just taking anything, anything at all, and using the life-force in that object, paired with the one that the summoner has to create literal life.

Clay? Usable.

Stone? Usable.

Another human? That’s going overboard for a bit of drama.

So Arthur could have lived if there was like a flower used to revive him.

The anthill theory is valid! Merlin needs to chuck one into Avalon as soon as possible.

(The anthill theory is… again, something that someone more clever than me thought up. There was a talk about Avalon and the equivalent exchange of lives that it proposes, how a beetle is worth a worm and three worms makes a cat and four cats makes a prat, or something along those lines. Then it was suggested that ANY life works, which then spiraled into an idea that if Merlin would just throw a whole anthill into Avalon, he could bring back Balinor, Will, Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, and anyone else he wanted. It was a fun little idea, but it seems to have more value than I originally thought.)

Also… Quite of a rant incoming.

This scene makes me sad – because Merlin is losing his instinctive magical abilities. He has enough wit to understand that this is possible and this is how the shield works, but not confident enough in himself to just… Force the stone to turn into what he wants it to. He’s confined himself to spells and that makes me sad because he could actually probably revive more than stone, more than plants or wildlife when they die, but probably even people. (This is yet another idea proposed by someone more intelligent than me, I just took it and ran.) And it wouldn’t even be considered necromancy, Merlin would literally be a human Cup of Life but without needing to take anything from anything because there’s just so much power within him already.

This is why I wanted to study and document and theorize about the Magic of Merlin. Not because there wasn’t enough told, not because it was barely used, not because it’s lame and I want it to be cool. It’s the direct opposite of all those things – these was so much shit told about the past and the Old Religion and the Faction Wars and so many amulets and necklaces and spells were used it’s actually incredible how fleshed out it is! And it being a key point of nearly episode did not make me miss it when there were pure dramatic episodes. Magic in Merlin is cool, what isn’t cool is that they didn’t do anything with it. I don’t mean that it wasn’t used for plot points and fun episodes, I mean that that was it – just a running gag, a convenient way to think of new ideas and keep the episodes going, it was never Magic just for the sake of being Magic. There wasn’t a magic reveal until the very end, where it didn’t matter what happened after, we weren’t going to see it. There wasn’t a kingdom that just accepted magic and didn’t kill people for having it, Merlin never went to such a kingdom for reprieve, there wasn’t a secret sorcerer underground that Merlin and other sorcerers could consult to help on various tasks or just talk and be happy that there’s so many of them despite everything. Magic wasn’t the wondrous and mystical and amazing thing that the show made it out to be, it was incantations pronounced correctly and rituals that could kill you if you messed up one thing and magical items that weren’t even that magical, the most mysticism that’s come out of them being “You don’t know what we will actually do if you use us, beware the consequences” which is bullshit and not magical at all. Magic was made out to be this scary and dangerous thing, and seen by people as something evil in a world where royals could literally cut off food for their people during a plague – that was seen as more normal than someone probably not magical talking to possibly magical people once.

It’s just… Why are people so afraid to make magic this overpowered, convenient plot point that’s just fun to see without putting a thousand limitations and incantations and rituals and complications and consequences on top of it just so it’s “used sparingly” and “not for messing around” and “for a greater purpose” rather than just being something you can fill 5 pages of a book that’s lacking action with?

Let Magic be fun. Let it be mystical, understandable but still something that people question the legitimacy of in real life terms.

Let it be the genre it was supposed to be – pure, colorful, tooth-rotting fluff fantasy.

But if no one else is gonna do it, I will.

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The Monsters

The Merthur

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Black and “white” digital ink piece that I started off just intending it to be a sketch. Went a wee bit overboard. Whoops~ Thinking about coloring it. Not sure what style I’ll use.... we’ll see.

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The elder boys Hogwarts houses

And it seems that one of the most iconic fandom questions has finally managed to find its way into my askbox in relation to the boys and their story, and honestly, I am both smiling like a complete and utter dweeb, and also feeling quite surprised that such a question has not managed to be asked long before now! Have we, as a collective mindset of angst, and fluff lovers, that spans through many different fandoms, reached an era where we have somehow stopped asking about characters and what Hogwarts Houses they would end up in if they were in the Harry Potter universe?I surely hope that is not at all the case, because even though I’ve only ever read through the first Harry Potter book thus far – although I do own the first three, or four, I can’t really recall the actual number in my collection off the top of my head – I never get tired to seeing the old favorite fan questions being asked now and again! And I get even more excited to have this such question being brought to my attention about my versions of Lucien and Martin and including Korbin in the bunch just as well!

It makes me quite happy, and very eager to answer this in a proper way worthy of those who are interested in knowing, and I think that is the reason I wound up going a bit overboard in terms of details!

Of course, by now, I’m certain there are plenty of you who are not surprised by this in the slightest, but even still… I feel as though I should still warn you guys about the intense amount of information I managed to do for this question.

Not only did I locate the very best quiz for finding the proper houses for Korbin, Martin, and Lucien, and created a chart detailing the points from each result, but I also went out of my way to find out what each of the brother’s wands would be, as well as their Patronus animals, the in depth meaning behind those results, and how they fit for the characters the brothers have become over the years!

But now I’m just rambling on, without actually showing you guys anything exciting! So, without further ado, let’s get into detailing The Knight, The Emperor, and The Assassin’s Hogwarts Houses, wands and what they’re made of, and the animals that would be at their sides, shall we?

(*~*Under The Cut Is Almost 5K Words Describing Korbin And His Brothers in The Harry Potter Universe, As I Went A Bit Overboard…Whoops!*~*)

(*~*Please click for a much better view*~*)

Right, so…

I realize that this looks incredibly intimidating, and that there is a lot of information at the ready from this massive chart, but as I said above… I don’t really do things half way. It’s either all or nothing when it comes to my boys, and when given the choice, I would much rather give my all than the former! In any case, I think it would be best if I explained the reasoning behind two different sets of results in the chart above.

You see, back in August of last year, when I first started becoming serious about Korbin and his brother’s story, there was a Hogwarts House quiz that was being thrown around on the Elder Scrolls Discord server that I frequent for you totake and see which house your characters wound up in.

You can find the quiz that I used behind the clickable link here!

Anyway, this was before I gave proper character development for both Lucien and Martin, and when I was still trying to get inside their head, and figure out what to change, and yet keep the same when it came to Todd’s lore and the rest of the traits that were shown in the actual game.

Because of this, and considering that at some point I chose to all but throw canon out of the window when it came to the vanilla versions of Lucien and Martin’s characters, and create my own spin on them outside of just them surviving their fates in the story, their results from a year ago is remarkably different when you compare it to the results they got when I retook the quiz again to tackle your question properly, my dear Lady La Luna!

Originally, and before character development truly set in, Martin was placed within the Ravenclaw house, and Lucien was placed within Slytherin.

And at a glance, I suppose that it would make sense for them both to be in that house… I mean, when you think about the traits of both Ravenclaw and Slytherin, you would see parts of Martin and Lucien’s character. Intelligence, and self-reliance suits Martin rather well, as cunning and resourcefulness suits Lucien. However, the more you think about them, the more you start seeing that there are parts of those houses that Martin and Lucien are not.

Martin is not arrogant, which is a negative trait for Ravenclaw, and he is not the type of person to be by himself. He is someone who cares dearly of others and does his best to make friends and lasting relationships with anyone that he meets – even in canon alone this is something that is commonplace when you see his relationship with the Hero of Kvatch, and the Blades themselves.

And as for our dear favorite Assassin, the common negative traits of Slytherin are classified as being loose with morals, looking out for themselves instead of anyone else when the need arises, as well as a desire for power as one of the most important things. Now, while Lucien does indeed care little for morals, and may believe that the ends justify the means even in canon… my version of Lucien is not at all hungry for power, nor does he care about himself first andforemost.

He is a very family-based man, cares for the members of the Brotherhood, and his siblings very dearly, and could truly care less whether or not he rose in power.

So, as you can see, whilst both Slytherin and Ravenclaw may have suited the earlier versions of my take on Lucien and Martin, and even their canon selves to a certain degree… it does not suit who they actually are now. Which is why, when I retook the quiz with the boys again, their results were so vastly different!

From the chart, you can see that Martin’s Ravenclaw rating took at least a twelve-number drop compared to his older result, and he gained a thirteen-number increase in his Hufflepuff rating, as well as his Slytherin rating!

Now I’m certain there are those who were surprised about the Slytherin increase, and truly I was as well at first, but when you start seeing that one of the positive traits in Slytherin is actually having a pure lineage, it would make sense for the Heir to the Septim Line to have such a number in that house! But outside of that, when it comes down to Martin as a character in general, and who he became in my own writing as I went on… there is no other house that suits him more than dear ol’ Hufflepuff over all.

With members the golden and black house sporting positive traits such as being kind, friendly, and hard-working, having a benevolence to do what is right, because it is right, as well as negative traits being far too humble, and taking things slow and steady instead of the quick path in learning, or life in general – which are seen in both my version of Martin, as well as in game canon in general throughout the course of the Main Quest – it would only make proper sense for him to be in such a house!

And considering that Hufflepuff members often enjoy food, well… with him being raised by his single father farmer Darius and knowing his way around the kitchen in my Verse, it’s nothing short of perfection.

As for Lucien, one of the things that was most surprising to me in his new results was seeing his Hufflepuff rating go up by thirty-six numbers! I mean, when you think about it, Lucien has very little to do with the house traits that Martin would have, but then I realized that I was answering certain questions with how Lucien normally acts behind closed doors, with his loved ones, or when he drops his hard Assassin like outer shell for the sake of mischievous and playful antics.

He is a different person around his brothers, then he would be when working, so I suppose that is where his Hufflepuff rating goes up by a considerable amount. However, by the end of it, the Hogwarts house that fits Lucien the best when taking into consideration both their positive and negative traits, and the number results from the quiz alone? Ravenclaw.

Even though there are moments in actual canon, and my own, where Lucien often ends up doing something foolish and without thinking – mostly tied to his own emotions – by the end of the day he is indeed a remarkably intelligent man.

Not only that, but when he is on the field and preforming his death craft, he is also incredibly creative, and oftentimes does many different things to help down his target, and never is the type to do the same thing twice unless there is a need for it. He is also quite self-sufficient, which comes from being a prior Speaker of the Black Hand, one of the main heads of the Revised Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and from being the eldest among the siblings.

With a knowledge that could surely rival Martin’s own, he knows how to handle solo contracts, knows how to deal with the Elder Council without his temper getting in the way – for the most part – and knows how to go through the world without getting in over his head.

It’s only when his siblings are involved that he tends to get rather foolish, but I digress.

Continuing onward, the main negative traits that the Ravenclaw house members have I actually listed above when discussing how Martin did not fit within the black and blue ranking. However, when you think about these traits from Lucien’s point of view: being arrogant, and often looking down on others unworthy of their praise or acceptance, and how they often create small groups that stay close to one another… well, that just fits The Dark Brotherhood in a whole, doesn’t it?

So, yes! By the end of the day, Martin wears the golden and black colors of Hufflepuff, and Lucien sports the blue and brown coloring of Ravenclaw!

Now, about Korbin… well, you can most likely tell from both the old and the new results that he was the one that changed the least among the brothers. Which, I honestly didn’t find all that surprising, and I somewhat expected, actually. Because, out of the three of them, Korbin was the one who had the least character development throughout the year, and a few months, difference.

His morals are the same, the way he views the world are the same, and who he is around his siblings are the same.

Meaning that most of his results would change very little, or not at all when taking the quiz, a second time around. Korbin’s Slytherin number actually remained the same as it was from a year ago, which is not surprising considering his morals are often the same as Lucien’s whilst working or in general.

His Gryffindor number went down, because even though he is indeed the Hero of Kvatch, he doesn’t consider himself a hero, would actually deny the title outright when given, and instead looks to both of his siblings as the truly brave, courageous ones with far more strength.

His Hufflepuff number goes slightly up, as even though he is indeed an Assassin and Lucien’s Silencer, he is still a very kind, and friend person to those he cares for, and loves, and is an incredibly hardworking individual when it comes to a certain goal, or he sets his mind on something that he wants more than anything, especially during the course of the Oblivion Crisis and him wishing to reverse time to save his brother’s from their fate.

And finally, his Ravenclaw number goes slightly down, which makes a fair amount of sense as he has a slightly underdeveloped intelligence for the most part, and yet by the end of all of the results, it is in fact Ravenclaw that he finds himself being placed within most!

And as I said, from the traits I listed above whilst discussing Martin and Lucien’s houses, it truly comes to no surprise that this is the house that Korbin finds himself in.

From being creative, in both his Assassin skill, and in general with his mischief making and childish antics, self-sufficient when he is determined and set upon a certain goal and all but refusing others help when offered, and the negative traits of being arrogant, which he is and it is one of his biggest faults, and staying within one collective group that relates perfectly with The Dark Brotherhood, and how he prefers to remain with his siblings…

Well, I honestly see it as a perfect selection just as I did with Martin and Hufflepuff! And considering the fact that Ravenclaw is the same house as Lucien, and the two Assassins would very rarely be seen without the other at their side – not to mention what Korbin’s name translates to, and the ‘affectionate’ nickname given to him by Sheogorath – it simply just makes the most sense!

So, in the end of this very long ramble about traits, and houses… Martin would wear the Golden and Black colors of Hufflepuff, and both Lucien and Korbin would wear the Blue and Browns of Ravenclaw!

But even though I have managed to tackle your original question, that is not exactly where the Harry Potter related information comes to an end, my dear friend! After all, what good is being sorted within a Hogwarts House if you are not going to end up with a proper wand, and a Patronus? It would be quite theboring life without those two, so I thought to go one step beyond and do my best to research whatever was needed to figure out what these would be in relation to the boys!

Now, I don’t exactly have a Pottermore account, and I don’t truly wish to spend my time creating three different accounts, with three separate emails just for the sake of doing this for Korbin, Martin, and Lucien… but, thankfully, this is where the internet and its vast resources come in handy! After a little bit of searching around, I found tons of information and photos of how the Pottermore tests actually work, broken down in a way that I could use that as a means of tackling the questions with the boys!

It was rather fascinating to say the least, and if anyone is curious to tackle this themselves, you can just follow these links here for what you need!

Wand Creating Quiz Breakdown, and Patronus Granting Quiz Breakdown~

But in any case, after a bit of thinking, and answering the questions in the way that the boys would, and the reasoning behind each answer – I’ll go into that shortly – the Knight, the Emperor, and the Assassin wound up with these wands as their means of magic!

Korbin was given a slightly dark brown wand made of Rowan wood and imbued with a Dragon Heartstring type core. It was 13¼" inches long in length, had a ball shaped handle with ridges – to mess with when anxious – and an unbending type of flexibility.

Martin was given a light golden wand made of Hawthorn wood and imbued with a Unicorn Hair type core. It was 14½" inches long in length, had a curved shaped handle with carved symbols – a hint to his royal lineage – and a quite flexible type of flexibility.

And Lucien was given a light brown wand made of – unsurprisingly, all things considered – Applewood, and imbued with a Phoenix Feather type core. It was 12½" inches long in length, had a rope wrapped around it’s curved handle – much like a dagger – and a supple type of flexibility.

Quite an interesting sort of turnout, wouldn’t you say?

How the boys ended up with such results, which you can see broken down in the link provided above, is that when given a choice of items to take they chose, a glittering jewel for Korbin as he enjoys shiny things and giving his siblings special gifts when he finds them, a bounded scroll for Martin as he is always searching for new means of knowledge wherever he can, and a silver dagger for Lucien that should surely go without saying considering who he is, and their very worst fears?

Both Lucien and Korbin feared isolation, which plays into their nightmares of either being abandoned(Korbin), or losing those they loved because of their own mistakes(Lucien), and Martin had an ironic fear of fire, which played into his fear of Akatosh and the power he has over him that he hardly understands.

Both Korbin and Martin are the tallest among the brothers, thus they wound up with the tallest wands – although Martin has the longest, which is from his more control of magic and the power he has over it – and unfortunately, just like in my actual Verse, Lucien is the shortest of the trio – despite being the eldest – and thus wound up with the shortest wand.

As for flexibility, that is determined by their day of birth, and the trait that they are most proud of when it comes to themselves.

Lucien and Martin were born on an even day – Lucien was born on May 7th, and Martin was born on July 21st – and Korbin was born on an odd day – December 14th – and the traits that they chose for themselves was Determination for Korbin – as he never gives up without a fight, and always continues to seek out a result even if it seems impossible which works with Unbending – Kindness for Martin – which should go without saying, consideringhe is indeed the friendliest, and most loving out of the three which works withQuite Flexible – and Lucien chose Resilience – as it takes a lot to break him, he, too, hardly ever gives up, and his brothers can always turn to him whenever they need him which works with Supple.

Amazing how the Pottermore quizzes actually work, and what actually determines what you receive in the end, huh? I went into a bit more detail about the reasoning behind those choices, and how I thought they suited the boys most, but here’s a bit more information based around their given Woods, and the Cores they have, taken from the official Pottermore website.

Rowan wood has always been much-favoured for wands, because it is reputed to be more protective than any other, and in my experience renders all manner of defensive charms especially strong and difficult to break. […] Rowan is most happily placed with the clear-headed and the pure-hearted, but this reputation for virtue ought not to fool anyone – these wands are the equal of any, often the better, and frequently out-perform others in duels.

Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but theyare also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous.

Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful andbest suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand.

Rowan wood is meant to be more protective than most? It is oftentimes difficult to break, happiest with the pure-hearted, and yet has a secret strength? That seems to fit Korbin quite perfectly, wouldn’t you agree?

Hawthorn wands are best suited for healing magic, but also curses – in other words, destruction – just as well? Hawthorn wands are most at home with those of a conflicted nature, and not easy to master such power? Why, that sounds exactly like our dear Heir to the Septim line Martin to me!

And the fact that Lucien got applewood at all is hilarious enough, but applewood wands mixes poorly with dark magic? As in, someone with a cold heart wouldn’t be able to handle this, and they would have to contain a hidden light, and softer side? And those who carry them are often long lived, and well loved?

Such as how his siblings love and care for their eldest brother, and how he indeed lives longer in my Verse because of Korbin’s deal with Sheogorath, but also because of being of Imperial race?

It’s almost as though Pottermore is too spot on.

As for the Cores themselves, it states those with the Dragon Heartstring cores, which Korbin has, are often easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, although not of their own accord. Somewhat like how Sheogorath influences and torments his dear Little Raven because of how he offered himself up as a future vessel for the Mad God so that he would turn back time to save his brothers?

Unicorn Hair, which is a part of Martin’s wand, is actually the hardest to turn to the Dark Arts, and the most consistent with magical uses, with hardly any error. Which makes perfect sense for Martin’s Holy Light, and his powerful Akatosh blessed magic that he wields!

And as for Phoenix Feathers, which belongs to Lucien’s wand, it is said that they are the pickiest, and their allegiance is usually hard won without a fight.

Such as Lucien who is stubborn, and cares very little for the opinions and thoughts of others outside of his own Dark or Chosen family? Like I said, it’s almost too uncanny, and I’m starting to wonder about the true magic behind these little quizzes!

As a side note for the brother’s and their cores, I like to see it as though they each got a piece of each other. Korbin got a Dragon, possessive, and protective - Lucien - whilst strong with unknown powers - Martin. Lucien got a Phoenix, fire based - Martin - and rose from the ashes of its destruction and found freedom in its wings - Korbin.

And Martin got Unicorn, soft a glance, but with a hidden edge in its horn - Korbin - and the direct opposite for Lucien. A hardened edge but with a softer side.

In any case, as for the boys and their Patronuses, the actual quiz that you’re meant to take on Pottermore is based on a random number of different sets of words, and you’re meant to choose the one you like the most… and at first, it seemed as though I wouldn’t be able to figure out their animal guardians – but thankfully, once again! – I was able to find a proper breakdown of the quiz, as I linked above, and was able to sort through the questions, and found out whichanimal would spring forth from which brother’s wand!

Korbin ended up with a St. Bernard, which is something that I found incredibly adorable, and ironic, as there are times those who are familiar with his character – and even myself – refer to him as an overly affectionate, and oversized puppy!

And on Pottermore itself, the St. Bernard Patronus is described as follows:

Despite its large and intimidating size, the St. Bernard is known to be kind, loving, and gentle. Great with families and very loyal, the St. Bernard will always be by your side. They are quick to protect family members who may be in danger and often act as a guardian for those around them. Strong and powerful due to their size, the St. Bernard will fight off Dementors and stand by you, come what may.

Despite its large and intimidating size, it is kind, loving, and gentle? Great with families and very loyal? Quick to protect family members who may be in danger, and act as a guardian to them?

Well, now, isn’t that just the perfect description for Korbin?

Martin ended up with an Osprey – which I’ll readily admit that I had never even heard of until I started doing this research – and its description on Pottermore is stated as being:

The Osprey is a fish-eating bird found across the world. These birds have incredible vision and can spot underwater prey from the air. They brave the depths of water, diving completely beneath the surface, unlike any other bird, and this courageousness makes them a powerful Patronus indeed.

At first, you would think that such a Patronus would be quite strange for Martin to have, considering it doesn’t really seem all that similar to Martin’s own character in either my Verse or actual canon.

But then you stop and consider the fact that it is a winged bird of prey – I once considered Martin an owl when speaking of his animal counterpart – and that Martin is blessed by the Dragon Divine Akatosh, and it goes on to speak about its bravery, courageousness, and the power it holds… then it suddenly all starts to click into place, makes it quite perfect in the end, after all!

And as for Lucien, he ended up with an Ocicat. Another small bout of irony, just as Korbin, as there are times where myself, and others, consider Lucien to have many traits similar to a cat, or see him as a cat loving person. And this adorable little guy is described on Pottermore as:

While the Ocicat is a house cat, it looks like a small wild cat due to its crazy coat of spots and stripes. It has the athletic personality to boot! This cat loves to be active. It moves through its environment confidently and energetically. This cat will chase that Dementor and run it to the ground!

A cat that may seem wild at first, but is actually quite the homebody? That works perfectly considering that whilst Lucien is most certainly an Assassin and devoted to the art of life taking, when you strip away the dagger, the robe, and the stern expression – he is dedicated to his family and their wellbeing first and foremost. And when you mix that with the Ocicat’s love for being active and athletic, and how it wishes to hunt and chase things… well, doesn’t that work as an alternate description for an Assassin?

Just as I said above, these little Pottermore quizzes, and the one I took to sort the boys Hogwarts Houses were almost too on point, almost too uncanny, and honestly, I’m starting to wonder if there aren’t some magical link to my brain being seeped through onto the website! I wouldn’t put it past Harry Potter considering all of the other magical stuff that the universe has!

But in all seriousness, I have to say that I really had fun with this sort of question! I know that I went above and beyond in terms of details and discussion, as well as length, but I was having too much fun actually learning more about the universe and how it works – as I said, I’ve only read the first Harry Potter book thus far – that I couldn’t force myself to stop while I was ahead, and I just continued on and on until I was able to consume as much as I could!

Which is what led to the Wand and Patronuses, and everything else that is in this massive monster of a post! Regardless of such, I hope you have a very fun time reading this over, and hopefully learning something as well! I know a lot of my friends and followers, if they’re not into Harry Potter, will probably pass this reply over… but that’s quite all right! I had a really fun time making the charts, going into detail, and figuring out what it would be like if the boys was in that world!

So, I hope that you, my dear sweet Lady La Luna, and those who enjoy in depth talks about Harry Potter ideas, will enjoy reading this post and all the details I posted within! Thank you so very much for sending this message my way, and for reminding me of the early days of fandom, and how many times I saw this question pop up innocently back then, as well as all the other messages that I will tackle soon!

You are awesome, your ideas are awesome, your characters are awesome, and I just want to hug you and give you as much appreciation for your amazing concepts that you so rightfully deserve!

Thanks again, with tons of hugs and kisses from me and the boys on top! ♥

[5sosspicedrosey]

can I have a ship pretty pretty pleaseee???!? I'm 5'3 (ik I'm short for my age lol), I have blue eyes that are green in the center, I have blonde hair that I dye a lot but I'm giving it a break right now go let it heal. I have a giant German Shepherd named Davie and a little tiny Scotty named Lana. I play bass and sing in a band and I love the show stranger Things. favorite color is definitely black lol, video games are a must

hun, I’m getting Luke Hemmings vibes.

-first of all, I feel like Luke is hella soft with you.

-you definitely have to stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him, or sometimes he just picks you up.

-in your relationship, I feel like he’s the sun and you’re the moon. 

-I feel like you two like to lay together on the patio furniture at night, watching the stars. you lay on top of him on the couch, his legs stretched out and one arm behind hs head while the other is wrapped around you. your head is in the crook of his neck, snuggled close to him amongst the fairy light surrounding you.

-you two totally built a huge playhouse for your dogs with one of those kits you get at the store wiith instructions.

-you spent a nice sunny summer weekend building the playhouse, in your old, worn clothes and hair in messy ponytails.

-I feel like you’d be sensible and wear your runners whereas Luke would insist he didn’t need runners and instead he would wear his flip-flops.

-that definitely wasn't the best idea because he’s clumsy and he dropped a hammer on his foot.

-I feel like you’d be in the garage getting more tools or whatever (you are a lot handier that Luke, he sucks but it’s cute), and you’d hear a loud screech and you’d rush out to find Luke laying on the grass cluching his foot with tears in his eyes.

-he’d feel comfortable crying around you.

-you’d proceed to try to help him up, but since he’s so much bigger than you it would take a while. he’d be whining and you’d be like, “Luke, I’m trying!”

-you’d help him hobble to the car, him putting a vast majority of his weight on you and both of you stumbling. the neighbours would be so confused but they wouldn’t be surprised because shit like this probably happens all the time.

-you’d drive to the emergency room and wait to see a doctor. it would probably take hours but you and Luke would talk and he’d get all soft and apologetic about what happened. you would just kiss his nose and tell him that it’s all okay. after waiting for a while he’d definitely fall asleep on your shoulder.

-you two would arrive home in the evening with him on crutches and both of you laughing hysterically at what a weird and evenful day it was.

-you’d have to help him get into his pyjamas because he’s so fragile and you’re worried, and when you’re undressing him he’d try to kiss you and he’d get all horny but you’d be like, “Luke, you broke your fucking foot, we can’t have sex now.”

-he would flash you his signature cheeky smirk and you’d end up giving him a handjob or something because you couldn’t resist.

-once your heads hit your pillows you’d be out like lights. your dogs would sleep curled up beside you two.

-you two are hella dysfunctional but in the good way.

-after his foot healed you two would try and build the playhouse again because he insisted on doing with you and he’d totally read the instructions wrong and mess it up, but you’d call it ‘original’ or ‘unique.’

-you two would totally spoil your dogs.

-buying your dogs costumes!

-luke decorating the playhouse with glitter and floofy carpet. he totally went overboard but he had to hide the misplaced wood planks sticking out of the side.

-whenever you’d want to dye your hair he’d want to pick the colour.

-here’s a short blurb of him dyeing your hair:

you’re sitting in your WHITE bathroom, a towel draped over your body.luke to you: “kay hun, DO NOT get this dye anywhere because it will stain.”you: “Luke, i know, i’ve done this before.” he didnt hear you because he was too busy reading the instructions.luke: “ready?”you: “yep.”Luke (the dumbass) didnt realize he already took the cap off the dye and proceeds to SHAKE it and the dye literally flies all over the bathroom. you hear him go, really quietly but pointed, “fuck.” he had no expression, he’s just standing there, taking in what he just did. hair dye is ALL over your WHITE bathroom.luke says really quietly to you; “babe, why’d you do that?”

-when your hair isn't dyed I feel like you two look a bit like brother and sister.

-people always get that mixed up.

-you two find it hilarious.

-always walking Davie, Lana and Petunia. you two love to bring them to the beach and go swimming and play fetch.

-he gets jealous easily.

-you use that to your advantage because you and Calum both play bass. you and Cal definitely play pranks on Luke, like, you bond over the bass and pretend to get all close and Luke goes bonkers. 

-HE! IS! SO! SOFT!

-when you're driving home from a party when you and Cal were being particularly cheeky, Luke gets all quiet and that could either lead to him being vulnerable and asking for your reassurance or he gets kinda angry... SEX

-it doesn't seem like it but I feel like he can get rough in the bedroom.

-but one painful-sounding squeak from you (even if it’s not from pain), he immediately stops and asks if he hurt you.

-did I mention he is so soft?

-HE ALWAYS COMES TO YOUR SHOWS!

-you two jam out at home alllll the time. 

-you bond over music and have the biggest music collection.

-you teach him how to play stuff on the bass.

-at 5sos concerts, he totally invites you on stage to play with them.

-the 5sos fam ship you two sooooo much. they love your love.

-you always beat him in video games and he pouts about it. 

-he gets hella competitive.

-you call him ‘baby boy’ and he MELTS.

-he loves when you tickle him.

-he asks you to do his nails. 

-matching nails!

-like, he is the daytime and you are the night. he is the sun and you are the moon but together you are the earth.

(I got so carried away whoops!)

I hope you like it!

- Winnie