#save me from my sins and also from wizard

[egophiliac]

I dip out for like three days and they drop a new Riderlad on us?!

[randomshyperson]

Heal - Scarlet!Wanda x Vampire!Reader - Kinktober #08

Summary: By freeing an imprisoned immortal from the Darkhold Castle, the Scarlet Witch did not expect to gain a friend who would help her heal the woman she tried to bury in the temple's wreckage. In return, Wanda might help you face the demons from your past that were locked away with you.

Warnings: (+18), service!top reader, praising, intimate smut, blood-feeding, vampire and witchcraft lore, and a lot of plot, implied depression and self-harming tendencies, really soft smut with explicit consent, mutual pining, friends to lovers | Words: 9.671k

A/N-> My only vampire reference is TVD, so expect many similarities to the show’s lore. And I repeat again that there is a sinful lack of stories that deal with the status of wizarding royalty of which Wanda is part. Please, she literally has the title of Queen of Chaos, her family has inherited the magic of chaos for generations, we need to talk about this. I hope you guys like this one, this story ended up having more depth than I expected and it was quite fun to write it.

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After destroying a thousand-year-old castle and not getting out of the impact zone, Wanda definitely didn't expect comfort. In addition to the pain of recent events, from realizing that she had finally become a villain, and was closer to the people who had destroyed her life than to the friends she once lost, she also had to see the clear fear in the alternative versions of the children she missed. So she put an end to it all, more tired than anything, and waited for the pain to go away. The blackout from the impact put an end to it, of course, and just like years before when she turned to dust after losing the only person she still had left, she breathed a sigh of relief into the darkness.

But Wanda woke up. And to her complete surprise, comfort came in the softest sheets she had ever felt, perhaps even more comforting than the expensive cloth Tony Stark had once bought for the rooms in Avengers Tower. The bed she was lying on could easily have been mistaken for royalty, and Wanda barely had time to become alert before a slightly unfamiliar face entered her field of vision.

"You." She gasped in surprise, her voice a little hoarse. Now conscious, she was aware of the pain around her body, but she could also feel her magic doing the hard work and taking the sensation away. You smiled gently and, without leaving your sitting position on her bed, waited for her to adjust to the mattress. Wanda frowned. "But why?"

You sighed, shrugging slightly. Now sitting up, Wanda realized that your lap wasn't empty. A breakfast tray was waiting for her as if you were aware that she would wake up soon and had brought the food just in time. The item was leisurely placed next to her, but Wanda continued to look at you, waiting for an explanation as to why someone who had disappeared almost the second after the first meet, reappeared to save her from the wreckage of her mistakes.

"I know you're confused, but please eat. You've slept for days, miss." It's your comment, but the witch shakes her head.

"Don't worry about it. It's... nowhere near the longest I've gone without food." The quiet confession about the period of darkhold abuse makes you sigh sadly, and Wanda feels a curiosity rise in her chest. You don't know her, so why do you care? 

Your hands move to the toast you've prepared for her, and Wanda bites the inside of her cheek as she finally notices the tray with your movements. Your breakfast choices are just right - delicious foods stare back at her. And you busy yourself with adding some jam to the toast that makes Wanda's mouth water.

"Forgive me for taking so long to find you, I was a bit overwhelmed upon returning after so long." You then declare, handing back the now-filled toast to one of the smaller plates. You push the item towards her as an invitation, but Wanda glares at you.

"Why did you bother coming back?"

Your eyes are kind in her direction. "I owe you my freedom."

Wanda chuckles short and incredulously. "Don't be ridiculous, I didn't even know what I was doing." She retorts immediately. "I saved you by accident, you don't owe me anything."

But you gesture to the food, and Wanda sighs in defeat, finally giving in. At the first bite, she feels the delicious jam on her tongue and sighs in satisfaction. It's amazing, she lets you know. You smile.

"It doesn't matter if our meeting was accidental, Wanda Maximoff." You state. "Your magic broke me out of my prison. If the idea of a debt doesn't please you, we can act as if upon rescuing you, I made us even."

Wanda hums with her mouth full, slightly distracted by the food. You look away, waiting for a moment, and she finishes chewing before speaking again.

"I didn't want to be rescued."

"I know."

She looks at you again, but you continue to stare straight ahead into the room. "Do you?"

You smile briefly. "Nobody who wants to live knocks down a castle on their head, miss."

The chuckle that escapes her is short, but it's the first sincere one in a long time. It's so dark, to joke about something so serious, yet she feels completely at ease doing it with you.

Wanda finishes another piece of toast before speaking again. "Do you remember the sorcerer who was with me before, when I freed you?" You meet her gaze, nodding in agreement. Wanda looks at you curiously. "He nearly shit his pants when he saw you running away from the temple. He tried to lecture me about it, and I dragged him out of there for it. But the point is... what did you do? He only told me your name. What was so terrible that your escape scared him so much?"

You sigh, getting up. Wanda imagines that she has offended you by asking and that you will leave without telling her the whole truth, and considers spying on your mind to find that out, but you just walk to the nearest drawers on the other side of the bedroom. When you return with an object in hand, Wanda wipes away the toast crumbs before accepting the item you hand her.

The old photograph makes her eyes widen. "Holy shit." She sighs impressed, getting a short laugh out of you.  Your picture wasn't a surprise, but the date from over three hundred years ago faded by the bottom. Wanda flipped the item to see the back, but your name there didn’t really explain how you were standing in front of her, as if no time had passed.

"Humans call us Vampires, but I've always liked the sound of Immortal better. Of course, the term vampire beats being called a demon or a bloodsucker." Wanda doesn't laugh at the joke, as she raises wide eyes in surprise at you. She continues to hold up the photograph, and you swallow. "I promise I won't try to harm you." Finally, she chuckles softly. You sigh in reassurance, even though the witch has just mocked your strength.

"I can't believe vampires exist." 

"Said the witch who traveled through the multiverse a few days ago." Wanda smiles, handing the photograph back to you. 

"Fair point." She murmurs. Restless, you wonder what you can do to improve her mood. She seems so sad.

Perhaps your stories could distract her. 

"I was imprisoned in Darkhold Castle a few centuries ago." You tell her, attracting her curiosity again. Your hands go into your pockets so that you can regain some ground over the full attention of such beautiful and mesmerizing irises. "There are other mystical authorities, apart from Kamar-Taj and its mages. In particular, a council of vampires. I disagreed with some traditions and was sentenced to imprisonment, but my capture was not quiet. Let's just say I earned that tomb you rescued me from, Miss." Wanda nodded in understanding, offering a small smile that ensured she wasn't judging you. It would be comical to do so, after everything that had led up to this moment. Adding to the count of her own crimes, she apparently unleashed an immortal mass murderer.

Wanda looks around, sighing softly. "I presume this place is yours."

You nod but look away from her. "Many of my properties were lost with my imprisonment. Taken back by the Council, or even stolen by other creatures. I'll deal with these usurpers later." The comment made Wanda bite the corner of her mouth. She'd never seen a vampire fight, and you seemed so sure of your own strength over anyone who stood up to you. It was attractive somehow. She pushed the thought away faster than it came. "Of course, you're welcome to stay as long as you need, even if I'm not around."

The statement makes Wanda chuckle in surprise, her cheeks slightly warm. "What? I can’t accept that. I will certainly not abuse hospitality-"

"Don't be ridiculous." You repeat her previous words with an easy smile, and the casual comment sounds different from your formal attitude so far that It's so charming that Wanda has to look away awkwardly, surprised by her own perceptions. "It's a pleasure to have you as a guest. And honestly, it's nice to have someone around after so long." The sincere confession makes her smile. Wanda understood loneliness well. You sigh. "There's enough room in this house. You can stay as long as you need."

Wanda nods. "How exactly did you get me here? And where is here exactly?"

"Northern Europe, but I'm not sure if the country's name remained the same as it was three centuries ago. And I didn't want to carry you so far from the castle, and I figured you didn't intend to return to Nepal and their Kamar Taj’s mages as well."

Wanda grimaces. "What do you mean with ‘carry me’?"

You chuckle slightly. "You were unconscious, Miss Maximoff. And buried under rubble when I found you. We don't have the same magical abilities,  so I can’t use the power of the mind to move objects or people. I picked you up, and brought you with me."

She needs to see this, and the invasion in your mind caught you off guard. Flashes of memories turn clear in your head, your figure pushing rocks out of the way until you find Wanda unconscious. You actually picked her up in your arms and started moving. At some point, you found a car, but good kilometers on the ice at high speed were walked.

Wanda leaves your mind with a sigh, and for the first time, you look upset.

"Please ask next time."

She's still coming to terms with the fact that you ran through the snow with her in your arms to apologize. "You walked half a continent for me?"

You shrug. "I ran, to be fair. Don't worry about that, it wasn't any trouble. My kind has enough strength and speed for a journey like that."

But the ease didn't detract from the significance of the attitude. Wanda could hardly remember the last time anyone had done anything for her - not even Vision, who was her partner, seemed to share any guilt when signing accords that wanted her in jail; And now a stranger was rescuing her at the end of the world just to bring her to safety, without expecting anything in return.

Her silence makes you clear your throat. "I'll give you some privacy. There's more food if you want it, and this is a suite, so the toilet is through that door. I've also taken the liberty of ordering clothes in your size while you’ve been asleep, they're all in the closet. The whole property can be explored, please feel free to do so. There’s a library and art rooms. And please, if you decide to leave, say farewell first."

Wanda smiles tenderly at your request, and you turn away. She finally realizes that you look very tidy, and calls out to you before you can leave the room.

"Are you going out?"

"Just for a few hours." You answer, frowning at the way her expression falls. "Is something wrong?"

Wanda sighs. "I just… don’t wanna be alone."

Despite the sympathy in your eyes, you hesitate. A hand on the doorframe. "Forgive me, miss, I promise I won't be long and that we can spend the rest of the day together." 

Wanda waves your concern away, starting to stand up. "Relax, I'll be fine, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your appointments. I'll explore the house while you're gone."

But despite her casual attitude, you call out to her with a certain seriousness that makes Wanda look at you again. There's something in your expression that makes it clear that you didn't buy Wanda's act at all, and that you can clearly see that she was being serious about her loneliness. Your eyes had a guilty aspect because you couldn't stay. 

You sigh, looking away as you explain: "I must feed myself, Miss Maximoff. Please don't think I'm avoiding your company."

She is slightly surprised by the confession and doesn't know exactly what to say about it. She decides to just nod, without the courage to question you further on the subject even though she's dying to know exactly in which way you're going to feed yourself.

And when you leave her alone, and she wanders around the huge rooms of that mansion, she can't help wondering where you are, if it's like in vampire stories, and you're in some alley cornering an unwary human, or if hunting animals is enough. She becomes so absorbed in her own doubts that when you return, she hasn't even finished seeing the whole place.

"Having fun?" Your question startles her slightly. She smiles, turning her attention away from the art paintings in the room and meeting your gaze again.

"You move silently."

"A talent we share."

Wanda chuckles and waits for you to approach her completely. Side by side, she is the first to speak.

"Everything here is very beautiful." She says softly. "And I may not be centuries old, but I'm no fool. It sounds too good to be true. Be honest, Y/N. What do you hope to get from me?"

You frown, taking one hand out of your pocket to gesture a little. "You have a suspicious nature, Miss Maximoff."

She snorts softly." Y/N..."

But you smile, and Wanda gasps softly because your hand moves to her face, a gentle touch to move a strand of hair out of the way of her eyes. "Not everyone wants to take something from you, Miss. Some people just want to give." Wanda ignores the intensity of your gaze, the quickening of her heartbeat, and raises her hand to grab your wrist and interrupt your intention to stroke her cheek straight away. Her eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion in your direction, although your smile never falters. "I could just force you to talk."

"There's no need for that, we can talk over dinner."

She hesitates, aware of the heat on her cheeks. You seem to have a personal victory and Wanda lets go of your hand immediately. 

"Wipe that smile off your face, it's not... that kind of dinner. We don't even know each other." She mutters embarrassedly. You return to your previous position, relaxed with your hands in the pockets of your dress pants and Wanda crosses her arms annoyed at the way her stupid brain keeps finding you more attractive every time she looks at you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, miss." You retort humorously. "It's a strictly professional dinner."

She rolls her eyes, turning away to hide her smile from you.

"Just introduce me to the rest of the house."

"It's funny, all witches are always bossy." You comment, letting her gently pat your shoulder even though you could easily escape the gesture if you wanted to.

-&-

"I didn't know vampires cooked."

You chuckle, without taking your eyes off the knife cutting the vegetables. "Have you met many vampires?"

Wanda bites back a smile, rolling her eyes softly. "No, you're the first." She says, watching from the counter stool as you masterfully prepare dinner. "But I thought you guys didn't need to eat."

"We don't, not food at least." You retort gently, even though the implication makes Wanda's eyes sparkle with curiosity. You, despite being busy preparing the meal, notice the slight excitement and give a soft laugh. "If wished, my body can imitate all the biological functions it had before I died. This includes food." To illustrate, you take one of the cut pieces of carrot into your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you finish chopping the vegetables. Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, gathering the courage to ask you what she wishes to know.

When you pour the cut vegetables into a pot, she clears her throat. "Would it be insensitive if I asked how it happened?"

"Very." You smile back. Wanda sighs slightly, feeling like a little child trying to be liked. 

Please, please, notice me and talk to me.

The fire is lit, you wash off the excess vegetable stock and wipe your hands on a tea towel. You speak again.

"It's 2024, which means that in the winter it will be 320 years since my transformation." You begin a little nostalgically, your hands resting on the counter behind you. "Twenty was the age at which I died."

Wanda frowns. "You were so young."

"Yes, I was." You agree with a sad smile. "I used to work here, right in this mansion." Wanda adjusts herself, curiosity taking over completely. "I was raised by this family all my life, and when I fell ill, they decided there was no longer any place for me here."

The witch swallows dryly but doesn't interrupt your story. You look down, bringing your hands in front of your stomach to turn the larger ring you're wearing between your fingers.

"Sick servants would be sent away, so as not to spread the disease to the rest of the house. I died on the road."

Wanda frowns slightly. "Who bit you?"

"Bit me?" You retort in confusion. 

She chuckles awkwardly. "Yes, that's how it works, isn't it? Vampires bite humans and turn them."

It's your turn to laugh, a little impressed. "What? No, by the gods! Imagine how many of us there would be out there if every time a vampire fed, he turned someone? No, no, it's a bit more complicated." You comment casually. "You see, there's an immortality spell, created by the same author of the book that was with you when we met. Original vampires are made by ancient magic, and these can have bloodlines. Weaker vampires are transformed by their blood. And others can be created, even weaker by their descendants. The trick is to die with magical blood in your system so that your soul will be trapped by the magic and will not leave your body. It is then reanimated a few hours after we die. To complete the transformation, we must feed."

She absorbs your words for a moment. Until she finally asks: "Who transformed you?"

You lick your lips, shifting your eyes to the pot as if to confirm the cooking time, before turning away from the counter. "Come with me, I want to show you something."

She follows you around the mansion, way past the kitchen to another level. The entrance hall extends into a long corridor with many old paintings. Finally silver doors at the end.

"This is the main suite of the mansion." You clarify, fiddling with a bunch of keys kept in your pocket until now. Apparently, the only locked room was that one. "It's been adapted, moved from the upper floor to here on the lower level since, at the end of her life, the owner couldn't take the stairs."

Once unlocked, you push the doors open with both hands, exposing the immense royal suite inside. Wanda thinks it looks a lot like fantasy books and is busy admiring the decorations when she comes across a painting on the wall that knocks the air out of her lungs.

"What...?" She approached with uncertain steps until she was touching the painting with her fingers, groping for the drawing of a face that could easily be mistaken for her own. "How is that possible?" She demanded to know, turning to you.

You were still standing in the doorway, your hands in your pockets. "This is your ancestor."

"And why the hell does she have my face?"

"Heritage?" You retort good-humoredly, but Wanda snorts incredulously, advancing towards you angrily. You quickly raise your hands in surrender, a nervous laugh escaping as you see the fury in her eyes. “I’m joking, dear lord! I didn't mean to upset you. Let me tell you the whole story!."

"It better be a very good one." She retorts, watching you intently as if expecting a kidnap attempt.

You sigh, nodding before turning your face to the photo. "Her name was Elizabeth. She's gone if that's not obvious. This painting was done over four centuries years ago when your family was still known as the Maksymovs. They lived well, your ancestors, as you can see from the amount of gold in this manor. But sorcery and witchcraft were never very well-liked anywhere, and just like the rest of us, your family was hunted down." You say, stepping aside to open the curtains and light up the room. Still, on your back, you continued to talk. "I was just a little girl when Lady Maksymov took me in, Elizabeth’s mother. I cleaned and cooked, and I was lucky enough to be allowed inside the mansion. To share the room with the family. All due respect to their memories, but my Lady was not a decent person. She was cruel and harsh and preferred to die on the mountain of money than give a little to the children she watched depart for this place. I stayed here because I had no other choice in life, and when the neighbors began to question what she was doing in the basement, she was taken away just like her children.  And unlike her mother or any of her siblings, Elizabeth was not a very talented witch. Her magic was dormant. That poor woman, always so sad under the cruelties shouted at her by her relatives. She could never master chaos but it got better when she gave in to the darkhold's allure. Unfortunately for the servants, her gentle personality was gone once her magic control was improved. I remember her dark fingers chastising me every time I failed to fold the sheets correctly."

Wanda swallowed at the anger hidden. Your posture was enough for her to believe your words.

“Why did she turn you?”

You smile sadly. "I was just a means to an end." You reply. "Elizabeth was what they called a Siphoner. Although descended from a powerful witch lineage, she couldn't generate her own magic. She could only steal it from elsewhere, either from a magic book or from a vampire." 

Wanda sighs as she understands, and you chuckle in upset. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You weren't even close to existing back then."

She moves closer. "Still, on behalf of my family, I'm sorry." The witch says as gently as she can. "I can hardly imagine how painful that probably was."

You shrug, trying to be casual. "That was a long time ago, Miss Maximoff." You mumble before sighing. "And it didn't work out the way she wanted either. Elizabeth didn't intend to use me as her magical reservoir for so long. She wanted me to transform her. Make her a heretic, a vampire-witch hybrid so that she could steal magic from her own nature. And like a good servant, I did just that."

Wanda could feel the force of your painful memories with her telekinesis, flashes of vivid images in your mind begging to be relieved. A personal torture. 

"Let me guess, that was the rule you broke that put you in that tomb."

You lower your head, looking very upset all of a sudden. "No, Miss Maximoff. I was loyal until I wasn't anymore." Wanda frowns in confusion, but you sigh and stare at your own reflection in the window. "The abuse of the Darkhold destroyed Lady Elizabeth. Not even the spell of immortality could heal her, remove the rot from her soul. We traveled the world, searching for potions and creatures and anything we could find to help her, but I knew that the slaughter she was doing in the name of her own health had to be stopped. When our last trip ended, I told her I wouldn't help her anymore."

Wanda can see clearly now; the wrathful recollections of a witchy lady with an almost demonic appearance. The hold of the Darkhold on Elizabeth's soul. How you're only trying to defend yourself when you strike back.

You sniffle, turning your face away, and Wanda blocks your memories from her mind immediately.

"No greater dishonor than ingratitude." You mutter. "I shouldn't have turned my back on Elizabeth. She died alone in this empty mansion, taken by her illness. I returned to a rotten land wracked by dark magic. I restored every stone and raised the mansion to its original state. I lived as a vampire for a decade before I was captured. Elizabeth, in her last vengeful act, left a letter denouncing all her family's crimes to the magical authorities of the time. A lineage who survived the witch-hunts, chased by their own kind like animals. I wore the same coat of arms and slept in the family mansion, so they didn't care that my surname wasn't the same. But I wasn't a witch to die, and the darkhold refused to show the executors exactly how to kill me. The solution was a prison."

You're surprised that Wanda reaches for your hand, but you don't pull away. She also gives you a small smile.

"Three hundred years is too long to punish someone who had no choice." She says, the gesture of her thumb caressing your palm making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Definitely too long without touching someone was messing with your head. Little did you know, Wanda was going through something quite similar. Starved for physical touch. "Is that why you're being so generous? Do you think you owe this family a debt?" You swallow, nodding, and Wanda sighs. " Sweetheart..."

"Please let me serve you." Your tone is almost desperate, Wanda shakes her head. "Please-"

"This isn't the 1700s, Y/N. I won't be your lady." She assures you, her grip tighter. "You're a person, not a property."

"I'd be dead if it weren't for Elizabeth-"

"She was cruel and selfish, and she used you to your last breath. And beyond!" Wanda interrupts, not losing her composure when you huff impatiently and pull your hand away. "You can grumble all you want. I'm not going to honor the memory of some slave owner, family or not. You're free to go."

"But I don't want to leave, Wanda." You snap, almost pleading. "This is my home. Serving your family has always been... my purpose. Turning my back on it made me lose everything. And then you saved me, and for a second, I thought I could see Elizabeth again. I ran to this place, and I realized how much time had actually gone by." You sniffle, your hands going to Wanda's shoulders. "Please. Caring is the only thing I know how to do right."

Wanda sighs, her hands finding your wrists. "This isn't caring, Y/N, this is servitude. I would never ask this of you." Your expression falls as if you're being rejected. Wanda stops your hands from moving away. "But I could use a friend."

Your face lights up, and Wanda smiles too because she thinks you look so beautiful now. "Oh, that... is really very sweet. I'd be honored."

The witch chuckles. "You're adorable. Come, our lunch should be ready soon." She doesn't mention that you two walk into the kitchen hand in hand, and you don't mind, so you don't say anything either.

-&-

"I can't believe you don't know what McDonald's is."

"And I can't believe you've never been to the Opera, but here we are."

Wanda chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief at your response. You're sitting on the living room floor, or rather on cushions on the carpet because you refused to sit so informally and she was still working on getting you to relax into the casual way of living life in that century. 

Weeks into a roommate routine, your activities consisted of having meals together and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You'd spent 300 years imprisoned, and Wanda had a multitude of things to introduce you to, while you'd been raised by the ancient witch family of the ancestors of a woman who knew little about her origins. You had as much to tell as she did.

Most days when you two would leave the Mansion, you would experience things that you had never experienced before. Restaurants, food trucks, and even the invention of cars or electricity. The Mansion needed to be restored too, but Wanda was happy to know that it hadn't been abandoned.

It was magically hidden, and she had distant cousins from very old marriages in her distant line. It was one of the best pieces of news she'd ever received - to know that she wasn't the only Maximoff left.

The Manor had been cared for over the centuries by escape witches, some of whom, like Elizabeth, had their powers dormant and lived normal lives under that roof. Until the place was finally inherited by her great-aunt, Tatiana, who was living in New Orleans, and Wanda would visit once the work on the mansion was finished.

She had no idea where you got the money for a whole restoration team, and you laughed when she asked, offering as an answer only the information that vampires can persuade people.

That's how you ended up on the living room floor, finishing gathering old belongings that needed to be protected from the paint restoration and set-up of that chamber.

"It's nice that some things have been preserved so well." She comments, stealing a quick glance at your figure distracted by sorting letters. You look good in this century's clothes that Wanda helped you pick out. The barely buttoned plaid shirt makes Wanda hold her breath every time she catches herself letting her gaze fall to your collarbone. 

"Rich families often treasure stuff." You retort with an easy smile. You stack a few letters before opening the next box of items and gasp slightly when you find something very valuable inside. "Look, I think you'll want to keep this."

The small item is placed in her palm: A gold button with an "M" engraved on it. The family crest. Wanda doesn't know why, but it makes her eyes water, and she gives you a tearful smile as she thanks you.

But despite this balanced relationship and pleasant routine, there was still the elephant in the room.

Every evening, you went out to feed yourself. For almost two months, Wanda didn't ask any questions. Even though she was dying to know exactly how, or even who.

But she didn't want to be invasive or even sound like someone obsessed with your fangs.

She would wait for some casual moment to bring up the subject. Perhaps at the next dinner party, with a joke, and then she would ask if you could show her how it was done.

Luckily for her, another witch was even more interested in the story.

Tatiana was an expert enchantress. She lived in an apartment in the heart of New Orleans and had a very busy pub, and to no surprise, frequented mainly by mystical beings. It was Wanda's first time in a place of that kind.

She was so excited to meet another member of her family that she almost forgot her last worries. It was her aunt, in between many colorful drinks after an afternoon of introduction, who brought up the subject again.

"So tell me, sweetie, all this work to restore the Maximoff household. It must be exhausting even for a vampire." Tatiana began with a smile. Her curly hair fell in waves down her back, and for the third time that night, Wanda noticed that green eyes were probably the only physical feature that most of the Maximoff women shared. Her aunt has a dangerous smirk on her lips as she looks in your direction, and Wanda swallows dryly as she realizes that it's the flirtatious kind. "We allow feeding in these parts."

You're taken aback. You chuckle awkwardly, aware of the two witches' attention in your direction. The crowded bar seems to get even smaller.

"I'm fine, Tatiana, don't worry." Wanda thinks you're lying. You can never maintain eye contact when you do, and she also often finds it charming how a vampire can be so bad at telling lies. "I had some blood before I got here-"

"By Morgana, that was several hours ago!" Tatiana cuts in, gesturing excitedly to the waiters. She was very happy to meet Wanda too and had been drinking since early morning in celebration. "You know, I used to date a vampire back in the last century. He had a restricted diet of animals and always looked pale and hungry. Are you one of those vegetarian vampires too?"

The question is rhetorical, she doesn't even hear your confused mutter "I don't think vegetarianism works like that". She's busy with the waitress, whose irises redden as soon as Tatiana speaks to her. The girl is younger than everyone else there and is clearly bewitched.

"There you go, dear, you can have a taste." Offers the woman, to which you choke in surprise.

"What? H-here? But..."

"Now, don't you act like a good Samaritan, Miss L/N." Tatiana retorts in a provocative tone, resting her chin on one hand. "I know what you got up to before you were imprisoned. Feeding off a waitress is nothing."

You're immediately crestfallen, your face flushing with shame. Wanda looks at her aunt with irritation.

"Don't talk to her like that." The younger witch says sternly. "'She's already received enough of a punishment.

Tatiana chuckles wickedly, tilting her head gently. A very familiar gesture indeed. "Let's get a few things clear, Wanda. The only reason I didn't rip that usurper vampire's head off the moment she set foot in my town was because she brought my niece back to me. The fighting separated our families, I never knew I had nephews. Do you think you would have joined that group of dressed-up Americans if I'd known you were a genuine Maximoff? No, dear, I would have raised you. Restored our coven, taught you magic, as it should have been. As it would have been if this ungrateful little blood-sucker had fulfilled the role she was given. Every spell has a price, and she didn't pay for this one she so boldly displayed for a decade of fortune-raising."

"I regret it very deeply, miss-"

"No, you don't apologize for any of this." Wanda interrupts you with a gentle squeeze on your wrist under the table. With a serious expression, she faces her aunt. "Let's actually get things straight, Auntie. You don't talk to her like that. Ever. You're not going to use something that happened three centuries ago against someone who has spent all this time imprisoned in a tomb, paying for crimes she didn't commit alone. It seems that witches, especially from this family, have a habit of evading accountability. I know that well." Tatiana gives a little smile, clearly aware of Westview, or what came after. Wanda doesn't hesitate. "She's my friend. And she's been through enough. All she's done since she came back is look after me, and I'm not going to accept this kind of treatment from anyone, not even my blood. And considering history, especially my blood."

Without contradicting, Tatiana nods in understanding, busying herself with lighting one of the cigarettes on the corner of the table. The colorful smoke wafted upwards as she finished a long drag.

"As you please, Scarlet Witch." The elder woman finally replies, and you swallow dryly, stealing a glance at Wanda to see if she might lose her temper at the slight challenge in her aunt's tone.

Damn, you'd forgotten how the Maximoffs had a rather dangerously weak ego to offend, especially if challenged.

But luckily for you, Wanda forced a smile, and the tension at the table eased. Tatiana dismissed the waiter with a nod and went back to talking about business in the city as if nothing had happened.

For the rest of the evening, Wanda drew patterns on the palm of your hand under the table.

-&-

Around midnight, when the desserts were finished but the bar seemed livelier than ever, you felt really hungry.

The witches were engaged in animated conversation about the times in Sokovia, how Tatiana missed the opportunity to find out about the Maximoffs after the surname grew more common around the country for a few years before disappearing again, and you used the opportunity to escape for a few moments.

A quick snack, just to satisfy your hunger. After all, you always kept yourself full around Wanda; you'd never forgive yourself if you lost control around her.

You make your way through the crowded bar, taking one last look at the back table before making your way to the exit. You're almost at the door when someone purposely bumps into you.

"Hey, better watch where you're going." Warned the corpulent fellow; he was at least ten centimeters taller and had a strong distinctive smell that caused you an instant anxiety. 

Wolf scent.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." You mumble, ready to bypass him, but he steps in your way again. 

"We don't like strangers around here." He informs you with a small smile, showing off his canine fangs. "You're lucky we have our orders, miss."

You sigh slightly. "Who are you again?"

"The name's Victor Creed, but everyone calls me Sabertooth. You know, because of these little beauties here." He points to his fangs with conviction. "They grow much bigger during the transformation. I once ripped the head of one of your kind with them." The story is clearly told to intimidate you, but your unimpressed expression makes the man clear his throat. "Don't go wandering around, Tatiana can't protect you on the outside."

You force a smile. "I can take care of myself, wolf, don't worry." You move around him to finally leave, but even with his back turned, Sabertooth laughs.

"Alright then, go for a walk while I introduce myself to your little witch. Do you know if the Scarlet Witch is looking for better watchdogs? If she's as stuck-up as the rest of the family, maybe I'll write to Kamar Taj about where she's been hiding."

The thing is, maybe you've spent too much time with the Maximoffs all your life. And your temper is just as bad as theirs.

Victor has barely finished his teasing, and you've already grabbed him by the arm, mashing him into the ground like a lump of flour. The commotion immediately attracts the attention of everyone around, but until the crowd fully identifies what's going on, Victor has already used his wolf-like speed to get to his feet and advance on you.

He's so confident about his own strength that it takes him a whole moment to realize that your fist has already gone through his chest.

"Give me one good reason not to spread your guts on this floor, Mr. Creed." You say with an unwavering expression, your hand clenched around his barely beating heart.

Victor chokes on his own blood, his muscular hands try to push your shoulders back, but you don't move an inch. He grunts in pain.

"I-I take it back." He gasps, but you squeeze a little harder.

"That's not a reason."

The man breaks down in a sob. "P-please. I'm begging you. I wasn't thinking-"

It would be so easy, just to kill him. Rip the heart out of that arrogant wolf and let him drop. You never forgot the feeling, the predatory hunger for blood and violence burning in your veins. Nor Elizabeth's disappointed look every time you ended up covered in blood and it didn't do any good.

Letting go of the heart, and pulling your hand out, you saw Victor's wound heal immediately. A full moon must have been just around the corner for a wolf to heal so quickly.

His release drew your attention to the rest of the pub. All those people, watching the scene with mixed expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces. Some clearly recognized you, others seemed surprised to witness a werewolf of that size being beaten so easily.

Vitor's blood stained the blouse Wanda gifted you, and you swallowed down the urge to vomit.

While you were trying to recover from the interaction, a duo cut through the crowd, and Tatiana's short giggle made you wince.

"Keep her in line, Wanda. We don't make a mess this close to humans in this neighborhood." The witch warns but Wanda is staring at you in complete mesmerization. You shake your wrist gently, letting the excess blood drip onto the floor before you start to move.

The adrenaline of the confrontation has starved you.

-&-

You barely enter the first alley before Wanda catches up with you.

"Where are you going?"

But you don't answer the question, you just keep walking and retort: "Go back inside, I won't be long."

For a moment, you think she'll obey, but how foolish of you. Wanda was probably the most stubborn Maximoff you've ever met.

She almost gives you a heart attack when she appears in your path, making you jump backward.

"What the hell...?"

"You're shutting me out." She declares, frustrated. You swallow dry, shaking your head.

"No, I'm just going for a walk to clear my head. See you at the apartment-"

"Taking a walk is what you're calling it now? I'm not an idiot, I know you're going to feed." Wanda interrupted annoyed, getting in your way and stopping you from fleeing. "Why do you keep trying to hide this part of yourself? I don't care that you're a vampire."

"Wanda, please, just move."

"No."

"Wanda."

She crosses her arms. "I wanna watch." 

You choke, chuckling nervously. "Excuse me?" 

But she doesn't lose her cool, nodding. "I want to watch you feed on someone."

Wanda imagined some reactions to the suggestion: anger, indignation, mockery. She didn't think you'd turn so clumsy, with rosy cheeks and unable to look her in the eye.

"You're a very odd individual." You mumble shyly, and she has to giggle confusedly, losing her serious pose to adjust the collar of your blouse. 

"Pleaseee." She stretches out the word, liking the way a smile breaks across your lips or especially the way you stare at her mouth when she talks like that. "I'll behave. I'll just stay put and watch. I've never seen it happen before. Please, honey? Just once."

You sigh in defeat, and Wanda taps her hands before jumping on your neck, and hugging you excitedly. It's a very difficult struggle to keep your fangs away with her so close.

It doesn't even last half a minute, but it feels like an eternity because you want to feed and everything always moves slower if the vampire focuses on hunger. 

"It's not going to be anything special, I don't want to cause a scene in your aunt's neighborhood." You let her know, thinking you need to talk a bit to push the dizziness away.

Wanda smiles excitedly. "Anything will be great, darling. Come on, I'll be right behind you."

It's easy to find prey in a place like New Orleans. You end up deciding on a restaurant waiter, isolated in one of the alleys. He's a young adult, distracted by chores, and you almost give up because of the smell of garbage so close by. But it's a very good isolated opportunity to waste like this.

Your fangs are already out when there's a noise behind you.

Wanda has bumped into something, loud enough to attract the boy's attention, who is startled by the two figures in the alley. One glimpse of your vampiric appearance and he's stumbling frightened away before starting to run.

You sigh incredulously, and Wanda appears in your field of vision.

"Sorry, it was..." She falls silent, surprised that you haven't gathered your usual looks and absorbing every detail of your face now. From the fangs to the completely darkened eye sclera. When she speaks, her voice is much huskier. "An accident."

"It's okay, it actually tastes better when they're scared." You shrug. "The adrenaline and fear accelerates the heart which pumps fresh blood throughout the body. That's why so many vampires prefer to hunt at night. People are more afraid of the dark than they think."

Wanda chuckles, looking at you in a way that makes you forget about the boy's footsteps becoming too distant to distinguish from the other sounds of the city.

"You're kind of a vampire nerd." 

"I don't know what that word means." You give a confused laugh and Wanda moves closer.

"It means I think you're really cute." She retorts, making you gulp dryly. Her hands find your shoulders, and Wanda gets close enough for you to count her freckles. "And I'm dying to know how these little ones feel, darling. Do they hurt?”

She's too close for you to focus, but you make an effort. "Hm, just a little, when they come out. They usually only bother me when I'm really hungry."

Wanda's fists cross together behind your head, and she's definitely too close for you to think about anything other than her.

"And how hungry are you now?"

"Very, Miss Maximoff." You confess hoarsely. Wanda smiles mischievously, tilting her neck in your direction.

"Well, I think you should have a little taste."

"God, Wanda." Your eyes close on instinct, your face falling forward so that you sink into the gap in her collarbone. Wanda shudders, as affected as you are. Her hands-free themselves so that she can stroke your arm, as a reassurance that everything is all right, and also caress your hair because apparently everything so far hasn't been maddening enough for her.

Every cell of your spirit begs you to sink your fangs into the warm skin in front of you, to drink every drop until Wanda faints against you, but you fight nature itself with her help. Her soft sighs in your ear, assuring you that she trusts you.

"It'll only be a little bit, I promise." You assure her, licking the spot gently and drawing a deep sigh from the other girl. It's the sound you focus on before you take the first bite.

Wanda tenses at the slightest hint of pain, but another sensation takes over elsewhere. Her cheeks burn with the betrayal of her own body, and she finds herself unable to care about the mild pain while she's throbbing between her legs.

Her nails dig into your biceps, and she starts to squirm under you, surrendering to the sensation of your bodies so close together. You hum in satisfaction at the soothing of your hunger, and Wanda drops her hand to your waist.

"Enough, baby." She whispers the request, her nails scratching the hair on the back of your neck. "I'm starting to get dizzy."

You hold on a little tighter, and Wanda softens against your body. Her heart is pounding, and she is aware of her pathetic underwear situation. Your body heaved forward, and Wanda didn't have the strength to resist any pull. She feels her back hit the wall of the alley, and whimpers at the feel of your leg pressed between hers.

She doesn't think she has ever been so at someone's mercy as she is now. She just wants to tell you to help her relieve the pressure between her legs, but every time she tries to call you, what leaves her lips are needy moans.

And you kept feeding and the surroundings began to darken. Wanda only realized that she'd been grinding herself on your thigh all this time because her climax approached at high speed, and falling off the edge brought a momentary recovery of consciousness.

"Oh, God, detka!" She meows, spilling herself on your thigh. Her body spasms softly, and you tense up, stopping your feeding immediately. Wanda falls limp in your arms, trying to fuck herself stupidly even after the orgasm she's just achieved. Your arms are the only support keeping her upright. "Do that again."

You shake your head, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "No, I took more than I should have." You retort softly, and Wanda has to blink a few times to realize that your appearance has returned to normal. "What a terrible idea that was, Wanda. So dangerous… I was starving."

She gives you a dreamy little smile. "How do I taste?"

"The best I've ever had." You assure her before adjusting her to hold her in your arms just in time for Wanda to lose consciousness.

She dreams of the same feeling of being carried but in a place much colder than New Orleans.

-&-

She wakes up just in time to see you putting her to bed, all the way to the borrowed room in her aunt's empty apartment.

Wanda grabs your wrist before you can pull away after putting the covers over her.

"Hey." Your voice and gaze are so sweet that she almost forgets everything that has happened so far. But Wanda actually remembers very well, and the lingering sensation of your body against hers makes her shiver. 

"Hey... sorry for blacking out on you." She murmurs, her free hand coming up to your face. You bite your lip, still hovering over her body and uncertain what you should do next. Should you pull away? Lean in and kiss Wanda like you've been dreaming of doing for weeks? She seems to be able to see all the hesitation in your eyes, and offers a reassuring smile, her hand caressing your cheek. "What's wrong?"

Wanda is definitely teasing you, but you don't mind, smiling too as you steady your hands next to her body on the mattress, face to face, the two of you waiting for the other to make a move first until the tension is almost unbearable. But you also remember what brought you there, and let out a small sigh.

"You shouldn't have baited me like that, Wanda. It's dangerous, I could have... lost control."

Her expression becomes almost mischievous, a smile threatening to break out on her lips. "I've survived much worse, darling."

You sigh in frustration. "Wanda..."

"It's the truth." She chuckles even though you move away to sit down properly. Wanda also mimics the gesture, looking for your hand on the bed so that you stop grimacing and look at her. "Hey, come on, don't be upset."

"I'm not."

"Then why the pout?" She leans in, kissing your cheek and you snort away, unable to stay angry with this adorably charming witch. "You have to trust me, sweetheart." She whispers, kissing your jaw. You sigh, squeezing her hand gently.

"I trust you with my life, Wanda." You let her know in the same tone, intertwining your fingers in her lap. Wanda smiles against your skin, chaste kisses trailing from your jaw to your collarbone. "I'm just scared... that one day, I'll lose control and hurt you. I'd never forgive myself."

She pulls away a little to look you in the eye. "I meant it what I said before." Starts the witch. "I've been through much worse. You weren't there to see... what I did to reach that little girl. You don't have to worry about hurting me, because it doesn't matter, I'll always heal." With your hesitation, she pulls further away to push the collar of her shirt aside and let you see the place where you fed on her a few minutes ago. "Look, it's gone. You have to trust me, darling. I know that the idea of anyone being stronger than an original is hard for you to accept, but believe me, I'll be fine. I'll always be fine, even if you are starving and out of your mind."

You grimace, adjusting yourself so that you can hold her by the waist and place her on your lap. "Just because you're going to heal doesn't mean I can hurt you. You deserve kindness, Wanda. I can give you my best." Your mouth meets hers, it's not a hungry kiss but it's a hot one and it takes Wanda out of her orbit. It's been a while since the last time, and well, it's never really been like this. She struggles a little to find her rhythm, for a short moment just panting against your experienced tongue, until she finally responds in an equally passionate way that makes you sigh and press your body to hers. 

Wanda likes the sound. Wanda likes you.

"Can I take off your shirt?" Your request comes between one kiss and another, she hardly answers because her mind is clouded with arousal, and if she could be honest, she would have been out of her clothes a long time ago. 

"Yes, please." She gasps back, anxious hands tracing your back. Wanda is restless under your touch, shy about your gaze once the clothes come off. But you do everything with an unbearable slowness that leaves her squeezing her thighs together in search of relief. 

She had sex before - For the first time in a war-torn adolescence, an experience that was forgettable and almost regretted. And then with a machine man who could pretend but never had the biological need to do so. 

This moment right now was like no other, being with someone who worshipped her body, who was as breathless as she was, who reacted to her touch and was practically at her mercy when she touched the right spot.

And Wanda finds that she loves it. Having you touch her and touch you back, and feeling your fangs scratch her skin every time she thrusts her hips into yours.

Pinned against the bed, naked as you are, your legs entwined together like your bodies. Sighs of pleasure mingle with the dance of your hips, and Wanda digs her nails into your back as your fangs press into her collarbone. 

You drink less than last time, but her legs still tingle. Or maybe it's the orgasm hitting her hard.

This is different from the first - the whole bed vibrates with the wave of magic that escapes the witch with her back arched. You hold Wanda, even though you're also shaking with the force of your own climax. She initiates the next kiss this time, moaning into your tongue as she spins your bodies around with ease. Your hands entwine together at the top of your head, but Wanda lets go, lowering herself and getting a confused sigh from you.

"What are you up to, little witch?"

Then it occurs to her with your expression that you are four centuries old and have spent much of this time as a prisoner and that perhaps you haven't been so confident because Wanda is your first lover.

She looks back up, sitting on your hips, breathing out of rhythm but now with a new excitement shining in her eyes.

"Babe, be honest... have you ever been with a woman before?"

Your face gains a deep color, and you turn your gaze away. Wanda falls hard, even if it doesn't occur to her yet.

She giggles softly and you're even more embarrassed, but she doesn't let you move away, her firm legs holding you in place.

"Don't make fun of me." You mutter, and Wanda snorts softly.

"Never." She assures you, even though she already has a new dozen antics memorized. Her mouth kisses your jaw and goes down like her body. The color in your cheeks is for another reason soon. "I love being your first. I want to make you feel good."

You hesitate to hold her when she's stimulating you, worried about losing control of your own strength. The sheets are destroyed when Wanda flicks her tongue over your breasts, smiling with delight at the sight of you squirming.

She goes lower and you gasp for air. "What... are you doing?" You ask mortified. It's not the 1700s anymore, you have to remember. Female pleasure is, well, taken into account. Wanda bites the inside of your thighs, watching the muscles twitch for a moment.

"You'll love it, I promise." It's the only thing she says before diving in, her hot mouth pulling all the air from your lungs. It's the most wonderful thing you've ever felt. Wanda's tongue works on your most intimate part, teasing your entrance before she starts to eat you out hungrily. You grip the headboard, your eyes closed tightly. Wanda holds your legs open, and the knot in your stomach starts to become impossible to contain. 

The witch seems to like it too. She moans for your taste on her tongue, and the new vibration pushes you over the edge. Wanda holds your spasming body without difficulty, you think she uses magic for that. And still calming down, it takes you a whole moment to stop seeing stars.

Wanda licks up every drop of your pleasure, moaning softly before meeting your gaze again. You can't hold it, and end up covering your reddened face with your arm while ignoring the smug giggle of the witch who begins to climb your body again.

"Don't be shy... you look so pretty when you moan my name." She praises you provocatively, and you can't help but smile, feeling completely relaxed. Wanda waits for you to look at her again, her arms resting on your shoulder so that she can look at you closely. "Hi."

Your hand finds her cheek. " Hi, yourself." She leans into your touch, her smile filling your chest with warm happiness. Wanda sighs.

"Can we stay like this? Just for a moment." She asks quietly, and something in her gaze tells her that the question isn't just for today. Wanda wants to know if you can be with her.

You would. Forever if she wished. "Of course, little witch. For as long as you want."

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Tom Riddle Jr. didn't like his mother. He thought that his father was a wizard. He talked more about his father, and almost never about his mother.

I don’t quite agree.

Child Tom and adult Voldemort have different opinions on his parents. Child Tom knows what happened to his mother: she died, whereas his father could be out there somewhere and maybe he’s super cool and powerful! Adult Voldemort thinks his mother was abandoned for being magic, and thinks that his father was the lowest scum of the earth and deserved to die.

Mrs. Cole within minutes of meeting Dumbledore says that Merope was “no beauty” and that they thought she might have been from the circus. I imagine these were things that were either told to Tom, or he overheard at some point. So from child Tom’s perspective, his mother is from the circus and also ugly, whereas his father could be literally ANYONE. He can think whatever grand things about his father that he wants, because there’s no way of fact checking it.

After he meets his father and then kills him, things change. Now Tom only speaks about his father with loathing, and also blames literally EVERYTHING on him. In the Goblet of Fire, chapter the Death Eaters, Voldemort says:

“But he abandoned her when she told him what he was… He didn’t like magic, my father…

He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter, and she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage…but I vowed to find him…I revenged myself upon him, that fool who gave me his name… Tom Riddle…”

Like half of this is a lie! Merope is the one who named him Tom Riddle, and Tom didn’t have some from-birth revenge plan! There was no vow to find him, he fully thought his father was a wizard for years.

Voldemort pins all of the negatives of his childhood on his father so that he can symbolically break free of them when he kills him. Like how Jesus dies for the sins of humanity, Tom Riddle Sr dies for the tragedy of Voldemort’s childhood, even though it isn’t all his fault. I also think that Voldemort blames his father for everything as a way of excusing the murder. It’s easier for him to deal with if he can blame everything wrong with his life on that guy he killed and therefore not have to have any grief or guilt about it. This blaming also works as a way for Tom to justify his Muggle hating to himself; ‘see my mother was a witch and she was perfect and tragic and died because of my stupid evil Muggle father who hated magic and therefore hated me. So it’s fine I killed him!’

He thinks in extreme black and white, and hatred is much easier for him. I think he talks more about his father because he hates him, which he can express, but he has a harder time talking about his mother because he feels grief, which he doesn’t know how to deal with.

(I also believe that even after learning that Merope was a witch, he still felt abandoned by her. He says “my mother can’t have been magic or else she wouldn’t have died.” But perhaps more interestingly, Harry, who has a mental bond with Voldemort, says “she couldn’t have stayed alive for her son?” I think that Voldemort secretly thinks that. He feels abandoned by her, but doesn’t talk about it because it goes against his wanted world view of ‘muggle father is evil and witch mother is good and could never do anything wrong.’ That feeling can’t fit into his black and white world. I also think that this is why Voldemort has SOOO much disdain for how Lily died to save Harry. Because, why couldn’t Merope? But these feelings are too complex for Voldemort to deal with, so he just doesn’t! He monologues about how he killed his father instead.)

Long story short, Voldemort just talks about his dad more because it’s easier for him to be angry. He doesn’t talk about his mother because what he feels about her is to complex for him to be able to express.

[metalotaku-da]

danny phantom x dc prompt ideas: weather wizard addition.

this comes to you thanks to my big story pieces comment section. i think if the phandom knew more of this characters background and i thought it was more commonly known. it would have more of a field day. same with gotham academy >.> but that is for another post.

alright weather wizard, is a flash villain and a member of the rogues.

mark mardon. is a thief and criminal who escapes from prison and fleas to his brothers house. where he believes he found his brother dead and his weather experiments. including the weather wand which he takes and starts his alias crime as weather wizard. it is hinted at in the comics he actually killed his brother and stole his work. it is believed he had a confrontation with his brother over his prison break, the argument and heightened emotions triggered mark's meta gene and he accidently killed his brother when his powers manifested. and he blocked out that memory. and it is also why he can't use his weather powers without the wand. as a mental block. because he does have powers without the wand.

later on he finds out he has a son with a cop he had relations with. it is known josh is his son because he has weather powers. mark in a fit of rage and jealousy over the his son's powers kidnaps him, with plans to DISSECT AND EXPERIMENT ON HIM TO FIND OUT HOW HIS POWERS WORK SO HE CAN GET THEM. he has a break down though over it before he can go through with it. and wishes his son had someone besides him as a father, because he deserves someone better.

other facts of note: josh was thought to be wally's kid till he got his powers. lady cop has batman's taste. her name is julie.

the rogues have strict rules against hurting kids.

weather wizard killed impulse breaking this rule. though he was tricked.

so yes phandom. here are some options i've brain stormed. please add more ideas for others to knaw on.

1: danny has escaped the fentons/and or giw. flees to central city and weather wizard finds this vivisected terrified kid. and man does it hit his guilt and crazy. this could have been his son. he was going to do this to his child. and it's his redemption/penance to protect this child to make up for his sins. could have a mental break and think he actually did this danny and danny is his son josh too. so many ways to go.

2: other rogues find him, after hearing about ww kidnapping his son and think danny is his son who escaped from his injuries and go on revenge spree for this kid in mistaken idenity. which has funny and dark ways it can go.

3: danny meets ww or his son. and hears how ww couldn't go through with it. maybe from young justice. impulse or members of the league, other rogues dealers choice. danny just dieing a little on the inside like, how come your parent could stop himself with love when he never met you, but my parents raised me and still didn't love me enough not to. the angst protentional here is so high.

4: jazz could work at the facility treating mark. her point of view from treating a person who is so much like her parents but who showed their love for their child in the end. when hers couldn't move past their goals and see their child they claimed to love. could add in she's got a de-aged danny/dannies because of it. to see what it could have been if her parents had been better. stronger. she could get feelings. (totally thinking on par with harley/joker kind of but not that dark.) where mark actually like her and cares for her. could be one-sided. and the giw find them mark breaks out cause she and or kids are in danger and saves them.

5:mix and match the above.

please add more

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heh-the anon who said i js sent my first ask and now this is my second!!!!

ok so....is there anything from the 2K event YOU want to write/expand on? like smt YOU wanna do.....cause this is me telling u to do it <3

i love everything youve written so far and i think you should write smt that you kinda wanna do....if that makes sense....not saying ur not happy abt ALL of the asks-i can tell u love ur readers-but js, smt you want to do yk?

this is SO sweet of you my dearest anon, thank you so so much<33 hahaha it's silly but you make me feel seen, thank you for daring to send asks! proud of you. in general, i want to write more drabbles for the valkyries, but i've also had magical!dealer!remus on my mind lately, so that's what we're going for !

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i will EXPLAIN magical!dealer!remus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: kind of drugs but it's mostly magical, systemic injustice, wizarding war without casualties

remus who can't get a stable job seemingly anywhere in the wizarding world because he's a registered lycanthrope

despite the fact that he essentially helped save the entire wizarding world with the rest of his friends – most of which were offered honorary positions in the ministry for their efforts

not remus

he was dirt poor, burnt out and pessimistic about life and institutions

james and sirius tried to various extents to help support him financially, but he would not accept it unless he physically had to

he lived with sirius without paying rent but tried his best not to think about it – especially because after the war he couldn't really stand being away from his friends

still:

"i'm not your charity case, prongs, you have a kid to look after"

"i don't want you to use me to pay off your sins sirius"

"i can take care of myself"

i think he would angrily say "fuck this shit" for a while and work in a muggle bookshop in london while

and maybe he would even enjoy the reprieve

but he would quickly feel isolated

in the wizarding world, he feels that he is not fully understood because he's a werewolf, but in the muggle world he has to even hide the fact that he's a wizard

he winds up applying to random jobs in wizarding london again, everything from shopkeeps and waitressing to pharmacies

throughout his life, remus has used a lot of different medications, ranging from potions to muggle medication to various ~herbs for pain relief

and at hogwarts he always made sure he did as well as physically possible to "make up" for being otherwise highly unemployable

he particularly excelled in DADA, potions and herbology, for obvious reasons

at some point when struggling to pay for the super overprized ingredients he need for the next full moon at an official apothecary that had rejected his application weeks prior, i think a bulb would go off in his head

he would more or less run home to sirius and they would have this conversation:

"if i were to start a business, would you sponsor me?"

"i've been trying to shove money down your throat for years moons, you already know this"

"would you be willing to get your money dirty?"

".... go on"

remus pitches this: he opens a "chocolate store" on the outskirts of diagon alley to serve as a front for him dealing various magical and non-magical herbs, potions, medication, drugs. etc.

everything and anything that unconventional wix could need to get through life that's hard to access

whether that be other werewolves, other "half-breeds", those with permanent magical injuries/conditions that the ministry ignores, those with ptsd from the war, etc.

you need to show registrations or prescriptions to get most lycanthropy potions, pain remedies, etc. which makes it hard to get for anyone flying under the radar or too poor for medical documents

not with remus – anyone can come in and ask for anything

thus, a form of dealership

his intentions are 1) be anti-establishment and say f u to the minister 2) supply the people with what they need without the hellish and discriminatory bureaucracy of the ministry

(unless kingsley becomes the minister in this au, in which he would begin working on the problems from the inside while turning a blind eye to remus' endeavors)

i think remus would also have a designated section for helping treat addiction of different sorts

his pitch stretched on for forever but sirius was with him from essentially his first word

"hold up, i need to rope james into this"

james immediately suggests that the front store should be called "moony's delights"

"... i'll think about it"

the front store would serve as a regular chocolate shop to the average bypasser, so there would often be children stopping by getting chocolate

remus would sell regular chocolate – that i imagine marylily help bring to life – to regular customers

but his real services were to the non-regular wix, for which he's got stacks on stacks of alternative chocolates, in addition to his shelves upon shelves of ingredients and potions

i imagine remus fetches most of the ingredients and brews most of the potions himself, utilising all his expertise

for once, he allows his friends to join in because in his mind they're not just helping him but also the greater good

lily becomes his partner who helps with both chocolates and potions

molly prewett/weasley grows some of the herbs lol

sirius and james supply both any legal patents they need to put down to get a shop and then they preemptively set up a team of top notch lawyers for protection

by the time remus gets around to this, one of the best educated lawyers is their dearest order-member emmeline vance who is more than happy to help out

i believe frank longbottom could be her apprentice

the order of the phoenix remained close friends and kept an "it takes a village" mentality to everything, whether that be getting friends back on their feet or raising the little baby phoenixs

(because they fought way too hard to keep this village to not utilise it to its fullest extent)

it takes a while to get the shop up and running efficiently, of course

at first it's something you need to have heard about from a friend, but as it surges in popularity, more and more wix know where they need to go if they need a fix of any kind

within the "underworld" of the wizarding society, i believe word spread the fastest

and perhaps the knowledge that "moony's delights" sold potions and herbs specifically for various "half breeds" may be contained to just this underworld

while more everyday wix know that they can get general pain relief or help chilling the fuck out

there are so many reader insert ideas i have within this au that could be requested

customer!reader would be fun, but so would business partner!reader who is brought in by lily or emmeline and eventually falls in love with remus

in general i think little punk remus lupin would 100% open a semi-secret dealership while the marauders and co protect him

[mousathe14]

I will get through Sins of Youth and Finally talk about Lobo and Empresses’s date. I will get through Sins of Youth and Finally talk about Lobo and Empresses’s date. I will get through Sins of Youth and Finally talk about Lobo and Empresses’s date….

Oh hey everyone! Welcome to the stunning conclusion of Sins of Youth so I can finally get on with my life!

You following me go through this is exactly what I was feeling trying to get through it the first time, wondering why this is happening and asking when do I get back to the core I came here for.

Well here we are! The end!

Now what are the highlights?

Well, when we last left off, Klarion The Witch Boy was basically going to give it all up to save his demonic cat familiar thing, I pondered if Secret had a no-kill rule and concluded that she probably doesn’t, what I didn’t show was what happened after Klarion The Witch Boy quit.

Turns out The Agenda took Klarion The Witch Boy’s DNA and created Klarion The Witch Man.

Who is apparently powerful enough not need a demon cat in order to be really strong at magic?

I dunno.

“Let’s have a big dumb fight scene”

You said it, not me, Witch Man.

A handful of supervillains, a bunch of pocket monsters brought to life versus 3 of the greatest forces of good on the planet.

This is barely a fight.

So let’s have the speedsters talk smack instead.

Wally truly was a surly kid. Now he’s a boring adult.

So Klarion The Witch Boy couldn’t change everyone with magic alone, but Klarion The Witch Man can?

I thought the whole point of the JSA going to space was that magic alone could not work because the original aging problem was caused by a combination of magic and technology working at once.

You cannot tell me that Zatanna and The Wizard Shazam could not alter them but Klarion The Witch Man can.

Robin doing his big one there.

So Klarion The Witch Boy has his cat back and is now at full power! And he!

Completely annihilates his clone! Talk about having a negative self-image. Is this that thing called “Ego Death”?

And sends all the villains back from whence they came. Which is cool. Now we can finally get over this-

DAMMIT KLARION THE WITCH BOY.

You know, if Secret hadn’t taken Teekl to THE ABYSS then this whole thing would’ve been a bust.

And it almost was! Because Secret doesn’t want to.

And it’s an all or nothing deal. Because Klarion The Witch Boy makes no exceptions apparently.

Secret understandably has issues with aging down.

Surprisingly, none of them have to do with the fact that she’ll never be able to grow up and everything to do with what it means to be a helpless child.

Gods, Amanda Spence is just a cliched villain through and through, huh? No nuance, just an absolute jerk from start to finish. I really did not think I was going into this comic discovering that Superboy has his own personal arch nemesis that just loathes him personally.

You know, I didn’t think much about this promise. I just thought it was nice that Tim was assuring her that he would always be one of her good friends, there to help ‘til the end.

But then we get to the Spoiler story and we find out, oh boy, do we find out how much that promise meant to her. Tim gets all the girls. Did you know Arrowette kissed him on her way out of quitting?

Just planted one on him out of nowhere in front of everybody? Insane. How did this Batman nerd get a full 20 charisma stat?

Everyone’s back to normal, with caveats. Superboy is, well, less than his usual self.

Also, I did not pick up on this on first reading, I did not realize Klarion specifically said “On Earth.” Which only partially explains things.

For example: How did Lobo get caught in the spell in the first place? He wasn’t even near the rally when this whole incident started! Why couldn’t he be turned back, why did Klarion get so specific?

And how did Lobo find out that what happened to him came from Earth?

Ugh, too many questions and not enough answers.

We finally finish up with the moral of the story, Impulse’s favorite part. Alls well that ends well.

Let’s go back to regular Young Justice.

[arcadiabaytornado]

Which BG3 Characters The Life Is Strange Crew Would Romance (In My Opinion)

Max - Karlach (The "I must save you from death" complex would get to her again. But on a serious note, I think she'd love Karlach from the second she meets her.)

Chloe - Shadowheart or Lae'zel (This is a hard one because I feel like Chloe would be like "OOOGGGHH WOMEN." about every single female romance option.)

Kate - Wyll (I feel like she'd be really put off by the demon thing and not romance anyone on a first playthrough, but if she gave Wyll a chance she'd absolutely love him.)

Warren - Shadowheart

Rachel - Lae'zel (I feel like she'd romance Shadowheart on a first run, but then she'd play Lae'zel's story later and be won over by: The dragon's, the sunset scene, and Lae'zel's loyalty. Plus, I feel like she'd have strong emotions about the "You have sinned against me," scene and relate it to her family situation.)

Mikey - Gale (We know he likes wizard's, and Gale hits a lot of classic wizard tropes.)

Sean - Astarion (However, I feel like he'd romance Alfira if given the option.)

Finn - Shadowheart or Astarion

Cassidy - Halsin

Alex - Gale (Both of her canon love interests are kind of nerdy, so I feel like Gale would win her over.)

Steph - Karlach (I feel like she'd also like Minthara's "ride or die" romance, but she'd never betray the tieflings to find that out.)

Ryan - Karlach

[lucillewalterblack]

Wait a minute, I hear you say. Why are we starting with Felicity? She’s neither the first girl to be released (that’s technically a three-way tie, but the honor is usually given to Kirsten) nor the earliest chronologically (that would be Kaya). What is it about her that means she deserves the first entries in this project?

Well, she might not be the first for Pleasant Company, but she was the first for me. In 1998, when I was five years old, I saw a single volume of one of Felicity’s books in a spinning book rack at a Hallmark store, and I asked my mother to buy it for me based on the cover art and the title (it was Felicity Saves the Day, and the cover features her riding a horse and looking determined but frightened). I read it in the car, and then read it again, and read it again. I was already fascinated by history and specifically by material history, by books about ordinary life in the past and books about artifacts and customs. An Usborne book about life in the medieval era was one of my favorites, alongside another Usborne book about world geography that talked about languages and religious beliefs. I also loved children’s-aimed history books and movies like An American Tail, even as much of the subtle commentary went over my head. I loved The Wizard of Oz and its period setting, and this was also the year I discovered Annie through the 1998 Wonderful World of Disney adaptation. In 1999 I became hooked on A Little Princess and The Secret Garden, and Cosette from Les Misérables and a kids’ graphic novel adaptation of Oliver Twist. I had a box set of the Little House books and had a favorite (On the Banks of Plum Creek, if you were curious. Yes, I’m aware of the irony of being indigenous and liking these books as a kid, but my parents were more concerned with making sure I never watched the turboracist Westerns when they came on TV, and by comparison the near-absence of Native people in the Little House books was pretty tame).

Essentially, I was exactly the kind of person who’d become fully fixated on the American Girl books, and on opinionated and spunky heroines like Felicity in particular.

So. Who is Felicity Merriman?

Felicity Merriman is the eldest child of Edward and Martha Merriman, who live and work in Williamsburg in 1774. Edward Merriman is a genteel tradesman who owns a prosperous general store, and Martha is the daughter and probable only surviving child of an unnamed Virginia planter who owns a substantial estate called King’s Creek. Felicity’s younger siblings are Nan, William, and Polly. Her best friend is Elizabeth Cole, a recently-arrived new colonist from England whose family is deeply loyal to the British crown. Her books are primarily about struggling to find her place as a straightforwardly masc-of-center tomboy who prefers crossdressing and working in the trades to mending and cooking, and about the social divides caused by growing anti-monarchist sentiment in the American colonies and how her friendships and morals are impacted by the political turmoil.

Felicity Merriman is also a slaveowner, from a slaveowning family, and at no point do the original six books manage to address this. In fact, they actively avoid it – the status of her father’s assistant Marcus as an enslaved person is only confirmed in the “Looking Back: A Peek Into the Past” section of Meet Felicity once, and while it’s acknowledged that King’s Creek Plantation is a slave-worked plantation with slave quarters, the text of Felicity Saves the Day never states outright that she interacts with slaves despite the illustrations depicting her in the fields alongside them. There’s a darker-skinned woman named Rose who assists her mother domestically, and unlike Marcus she is never confirmed to be either enslaved or free, forcing me to come to the conclusion that she’s probably also owned by the Merriman household and thus by Felicity.

This is the original and damning sin of Felicity’s books and character concept, and it cannot be escaped. Felicity’s social status protects her from a lot of misbehavior and allows her the luxury of a leisurely girlhood with easy education and no expectation that she work for a living beyond being a genteel housewife. She has to pitch in around the house along with her mother and Rose, but she has plenty of time to ride horses and play with her siblings, and she gets away with doing nothing all summer while her laundry and mending and food are all magically done with no effort from her.

This is also one of the twin original and damning sins of America-as-settler-colony – the irony of slaveowners calling for and fighting for a narrow definition of freedom with broad ideals that they only want to take for themselves is at this point a very old topic of conversation. The other sin, the theft of land and the genocide of Native people, isn’t mentioned at all in Felicity’s books. Felicity Saves the Day is at least conscious of the casual cruelty of the Merrimans and devotes much of its Looking Back chapter to discussion of plantation life for slaves, but the only mention indigenous people get is a comment in Meet Felicity that we lived in North America for fifteen thousand years prior to European settlement. Where did we go? What happened to us? Pleasant Company isn’t that concerned with the question.

As a result, Felicity’s books are best read with something of a critical eye. Once you see how completely and how purposefully slavery is erased from her daily life, it becomes impossible to ignore, and kind of drowns out all the other things that are still excellent. And that’s a real shame, I think. There’s a lot to be examined here, about girlhood in the 1770s and girlhood in the 1990s, about class and gender and how those things impact and frustrate Felicity, about how she grows in confidence and about her sense of justice. Those things had an impact on me – I was inspired by her at five years old and I can recognize that fondness and desire to be just like her now, twenty-six years later.

Ultimately, I can love and appreciate what I, personally, internalized about her story and her journey to womanhood, but I’m never going to be able to uncritically lose myself in her world again. That’s the best and most comprehensive introduction I can give, and even that isn’t enough to effectively answer for what Pleasant Company chose to do. I can’t defend it, and I won’t defend it, but this was neither the first nor last book series I loved that was written by racists. I love it enough to say it fucked up badly, and I will be talking about this as it comes up (or doesn’t) in the text. That’s the best I can offer.

So let’s Meet Felicity.

[klarolinexluv]

About Me!

Hi, hello! Yes, I am doing an intro post... don't worry about it.

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So, who am I?

My name is Alora <3 but feel free to come up with a nickname or something, I don't mind at all.

I am currently 19 years old!

My pronouns are she/they!

I have a few interests; reading, writing, video and photo editing. I love dogs, cats and animals in general (my dogs name is Loki, she is just the cutest and I hope one day to get a cat). I'd love to learn to draw and be able to make art in that way. I kinda also want to learn Electric Guitar, being able to play those solos in Queen songs would be so cool.

In my opinion, I am pretty chill with boundaries (if something makes me uncomfortable, I'll tell you so please don't worry about that). If you want to send me a dm, I am happy to chat and I am also happy to listen to rants or just things that you want to talk about. This is a safe space and if you ever feel that it's not, please tell me and I will change that immediately.

In regards to NSFW/18+ content. I will always say at the beginning of my posts if they include it and say MDNI (I will also tag it) before I put a cut so what is below is unseen, if you wish not to see it. I don’t really consider my blog to be an 18+ blog as I very rarely post NSFW content. I just wanted to add this into my intro so people are aware. As I’ve said, I am adult so I am asking minors who view my blog to be aware of that. <3

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My Fandoms

Maraurders Era (Harry Potter)

Tales of Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Marvel Cinematic Universe (Plus X-men)

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My Socials

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My Socials

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Tiktok: klarolinexluv

Instagram: xklarolines_

Tumblr: here, @jegulusficrecs and @maraudersgirlsprompts

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My Works

Series

Don't Blame Me (Love Made Me Crazy) - wip

Broken Promises - completed

Even When I Lose You, I Love You - wip

Jegulus-centric. Who could have predicted that a messy break-up would lead to the downfall of Lord Voldemort? Nobody, that's for sure.

Your classic, Regulus Black saves the wizarding world series.

The Evermore Collection - wip

willow - completed

right where you left me - completed

A collection of micro-fics inspired by Taylor Swift's album Evermore.

Microfics

The Weight of Disappointment - completed

Regulus-centric. Mature. Mental Illness. He is not okay in this one.

Nothing Is Ever Truly Lost - completed

Pandora goes to visit Regulus' grave, only to find she is not alone. Pandora and James mourn together.

Who Are You To Mourn Him? - completed

Sirius and James show up at Regulus’ old apartment and are confronted by Barty and Evan after his death.

You’re a Wonderful Cousin - completed

Bellatrix was given a dagger on her 11th birthday. It’s only fair that on her sisters and cousins 11th birthdays, that she gifts them one too.

Like Icarus - completed

Maybe stars aren’t meant to love the sun. Like Icarus, Regulus will drown far away from James' reach.

His Little Brother - completed

Sirius doesn’t know that Regulus is dead, Narcissa is the one that gives him the call.

Cloud 9 - completed

Andromeda cannot recall the last time she has felt so high. Head in the clouds, walking on air, a small soft smile gracing her lips. It’s almost ridiculous.

One-Shots

Guilty As Sin? - completed

Regulus-centric. Pre-relationship jegulus. Regulus dreams of escaping the cage he finds himself trapped in.

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Other

Fics I've Cried Over

Marauders Era as Taylor Swift Lyrics

Conan Gray’s Music is Regulus Black

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[the-kirbe-anon]

Sorry Kirbs, you're damned to hell. God can only be found in the One, True, Apostolic, ROMAN Church. Bet that pink rubber will burn just fine in hell, so you'll be fine <3

~ JESUS / GOD HATES PROTESTANTS ~ ~ ROMAN CATHOLICISM FOR LIFE ~ ~ ONE TRUE FAITH & ONE TRUE CHURCH ~

if u wanna be saved, convert and pray to mary jesus and some saints <3 okay thx bye

1 Timothy 2:5 (KJV)

5 For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus;

John 14:6 (KJV)

6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

Isaiah 8:19-22 KJV

And when they shall say unto you, Seek unto them that have familiar spirits, and unto wizards that peep, and that mutter: should not a people seek unto their God? for the living to the dead? To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them. And they shall pass through it, hardly bestead and hungry: and it shall come to pass, that when they shall be hungry, they shall fret themselves, and curse their king and their God, and look upward. And they shall look unto the earth; and behold trouble and darkness, dimness of anguish; and they shall be driven to darkness.

Revelation 22:8-9

8 And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things. 9 Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God.

Jesus says that HE is the way, not Mary, not saints, not a specific church (The Church is every Christian who believes that Jesus is the Messiah and God, not just certain denominations)

Praying to Saints is idolatry. We can go straight to God himself for prayers and ask brothers and sisters here on earth to pray for us, but we cannot ask the dead or angels to pray for us because they cannot hear or answer our prayers. We also have no need for a priest or Pope to step in because Jesus is our high priest. Prayers are supposed to be to God alone, as prayer is an act of worship. God will not give His glory to another. Even God's angels rebuke those who try to pray to them.

Also the Pope claims that homosexual "marriage" and other sin is ok, which is incorrect. The Pope is a fallible man and the Bible is the infallible word of God. We should be lining up our ways to Scripture alone and follow what it says, not just what any person in power said.

Also I can be certain that by Christ's sacrifice and resurrection, I am saved and will not be going to Hell. I try to follow Him the best I can and anything good in me is from God.

Christ loves all of us, Protestant, Catholic, or any other denomination. Including you. And so do I.

To my Catholic friends who will likely see this:

I love you all dearly, but I cannot agree with your beliefs about praying to Saints or angels. We should only pray to God, because He alone should be worshipped. If you want to talk to me, I will gladly talk. Love you guys.

[sorcerous-caress]

A thought I've had about the whole human kink thing is how viably we can modify ourselves, like basic tattoos, piercings, and the more extreme tongue bifurcation and horn implants. There's also what Faerun can offer humans, be it through inking our skin with runes, magical glass eyes, magical prosthetics as replacement limbs, and even just straight up growing new limbs if the circumstances are right. Wyll pops into mind, and Mizora just snapping her fingers and making him partially devil is insane to me. What exactly does that even entail, like does he burn hotter, is he prone to vices, or is it literally all aesthetic? Draconic sorcerers growing wings and a tail comes to mind, but I personally think we should have more crazy shit like it. Watch the stupid tiefling that made fun of you for your fat forehead as you become a druid and learn how to grow big deer horns to assert dominance. Wizards studying winged races like the aasimar in order to grow their own and accidentally recreate Icarus (hahaha wizard hubris haha draco sorcs can already do that) Wyll has already proven that warlock patrons could just slap something on you and call it a day, could you imagine what an eldritch horror could do to a guy? It could force you to be a catgirl, scary stuff

Scary stuff indeed. So like, anyone got Cthulhu's address or something? Just wanna bang these pots and pans in front of his house, no reason.

Realistically, in Faerun, only 20% of humans would be adventurers, and only 5% would manage to become powerful enough to reach the high levels in their class to alter their appearance. The remaining humans would just be your average normal human, maybe with coloured hair or piercings.

Luckily, there is a fuck ton of humans. So going by our current numbers of 8,082,949,811 population. 1,616,589,962 of it would be adventurers. One billion and half.

And 404,147,490 would be the powerful ones at high levels. Draconic Sorcerers, for example, need to reach level 11 to sprout wings, and reaching level 12 is considered to almost be demi-god like in power. Almost half a billion demi-god like humans just waddling Faerun.

Also I pulled these percentages out of my ass, source: trust me bro. It does sound kinda reasonable so eh.

The fuckery these 5% of humanity gets up to will have the whole planet on a toll. Wasn't Karsus himself a human that had his ego stroked and inflated by the elves endlessly?

Think of how quickly Gale ascended to divnity in mere months after the endgame when he reached level 12. It normally takes a person years of dedicated study to level up once.

Maybe a group of nonhuman adventurers meet a really powerful and cool looking person that saves them from a dragon. Killing it so easily. Maybe they have wings themselves or mayhe an aura of holy magic that surrounds them.

They have horns, glossy skin and glowing limbs. Eyes shaped like stars with the galaxy inside and hair flaoting around with no regards to gravity.

The party asks who is this benevolent deity, and you reply with, "pfft, a deity? Please, I'm just a simple human."

Also, with Wyll's transformation. Remember, Mizora works under the arch-devil zariel. The punishment was probably casted by the arch-devil herself but handed by Mizora.

Transforming someone into another being is never easy, but I feel like fiends and celestials can get an exception, yk?

Like Corellon and his pantheon can change other races into elves at will. Fiends can be born out of hate or sins, and Wyll already handed in his soul in a contract. It would be easy to infect it with enough sin by dragging it through the hells to make him a devil, or just have the appearance of one.

His ingame status never changes, tho. It still describes him as human, and he still has all human weaknesses and none of the fiending bonuses. So maybe it didn't transform him but just altered his appearance? Like a cure or something?

[skypaint616]

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「After completing her studies at Hogwarts in 1893, Sky Targaryen prompted the Ministry of Magic and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (specifically, the Division of Dragons) to issue a special decree.

Witnessing how the witch saved the school by taking the dragon from Ranrok, she proved to all wizards and witches that the legends are true: Targaryens can be dragon riders, and this dragon would be hers—not as a slave, not as a weapon, but as one. They formed an unbreakable, magical bond, straight from the soul.

Yet, there are still countless wizards who believe these magnificent creatures are nothing but savages, mindlessly devouring every living being.

Sky T. managed to show that those ancient scrolls, which nearly vanished alongside the blood of the Valyrian descendants, were right. She made it clear to the Ministry that she was worthy of that dragon.」

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◇I’ve managed to create the backstory for Sky Targaryen, and honestly, I’m thrilled to have combined two fictional worlds and elements that I adore so much.

Oh, and why not? I’ve also written Alec Arhenz’s story. I discussed both parts of the story with my love, since a part of him is Alec (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶), and I want him to be happy with how it all unfolds. But the funny thing was when I pitched it to him, his exact words were «A dramatic and impactful ending»

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「Sky Targaryen al finalizar sus estudios en Hogwarts en 1893, el Ministerio de Magia y el Departamento de Regulación y Control de las Criaturas Mágicas (específicamente, la División de Dragones) levantó un acta especial.

Al ver como la bruja salvó la escuela, quitándole al dragón a Ranronk, demostrando a todos los magos y brujas, que las leyendas son ciertas, los Targaryen pueden ser jinetes de dragón y este, será suyo, no como un esclavo, no como un arma, si no, como uno sólo, creando un lazo inquebrantable, mágico, desde el alma.

Más, aún existen miles de magos que siguen creyendo que las hermosas criaturas son unos salvajes, solo comen sin piedad todo ser vivo.

Sky T. lograba hacer ver que esos antiguos pergaminos que se extinguieron casi a la par que la sangre de los descendientes valyrios, dejara en claro al ministerio que ella, era digna de ese dragón.」

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◇He logrado crear la historia detrás del personaje de Sky Targaryen y la verdad me emociona mucho el haber combinado dos mundos ficticios y sus elementos que tanto adoro.

¡Ah! y por qué no? También tengo hecha la historia de Alec Arhenz, ambas partes de la historia las hablé con mi amor, ya que una parte de él es Alec (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) y quiero que este conforme con esta historia, pero lo gracioso fue que se la planteé y sus palabras fueron «impactante y dramática desenlace» "

[dyrwoods]

ok. my belated Year Of Fantasy Crpgs Roundup Ratings List

1.divinity original sin 2 (finished may 24) - the cream of the crop the creme de la creme. soundtrack fucks combat system is a delight the worldbuilding is DELICIOUS (the weird act 2 hook of 'elves cant have the regular soup' -> all the stuff it leads to cemented it to me as one of my fav games of all time. ridiculous. MAN). sebille is in it. a game about killing your gods and taking their place because they never deserved you. takes the no.1 spot because it's got this sort of weirdness running through it that struck a nice balance between lighthearted and taking its subjects seriously enough to maintain the stakes....which it can do easily bc you as a character feel very rooted in the world. keepin it together, bree?

2. pillars of eternity i (fin. dec 24) - my beloved....the character writing here esp on the companions is so good and done with so much care that i cant forget about it. the grieving mother is one of my fav fantasy characters of all time and nobody but you can even see her. aloth and iselmyr are there. my watcher is my fav out of the protagonists on this list. which is a high high achievement bc i am deeply enamored with all of my little guys. the story + how u can brush up against it is so well done...thinking about how you can decide/remember how the watcher connected with iovara, for example. (iovara....<3). only didn't beat out dos2 because, again, the elf soup thing.

3. pillars of eternity ii: deadfire (fin. feb 25 but i started it in december so it counts) - SO much i could say but lets keep it simple. this is a second game with aloth and iselmyr in it. and the wizards are all catty. which means its in my top 5 automatically and without question. misotheism 2 electric boogaloo.

4. pathfinder: wrath of the righteous (finished sept 24) - for a We're At War power fantasy about a demon crusade that i didnt altogether care about i really wasnt expecting the romance to knock me off my feet and keep me invested through all Several Hundred Hours it took me to complete on turn based mode. BUT IT DID. babes im literally aromantic i should be impervious to this. but now i have a list on my phone titled 'stupid fucking daeran lines'. he's unstoppable. i dragged myself through all those wretched pixellated puzzles for him and my commander. also i lied before i actually can't pick a fav protag but i AM impossibly fond of morrin innistram, flop knight commander of the fifth cunstlayed. also props to pwotr for having thee most unhinged levelling up system i have ever encountered <- said positively bc i love character sheets that are basically spreadsheets

5. bg3 ('finished' march 24) - high on graphics low on run plays like shit but i had FUN. i felt joy running around that game the likes of which i have not felt since playing actual dnd with my dearest bestest friends. i am normal and fine about baldurs gate 3 and its surrounding discourse and the context and function of its structural elements. it is nothing to me. it is not that serious. im joking i sw-- [you see my 30k+ words txt file of fic about my durge and my protests can no longer save me]

6. warhammer rogue trader (finished dec 24) - alright i was literally out of my mind on a 39.2c covid fever home alone on christmas finishing this game as i recovered so perhaps my perspective is a little skewed but. the ending...lackluster. first couple of acts were a horrifying grimdark operatic delight and then it got Too Much Of That, and then whatever compelled me before was gone. i know its the warhammer setting so i'm being like [michael from arrested development voice] I Don't Know What I Expected re: grimdramatic. spent the whole game like 'spare a hope for the inherent redemptive qualities of human nature guv'nor?'. bottom of the list because i wasnt actually having fun for the last 1/3 of the game. the actual writing of the text was stunning though and my phone note meta on yrliet+heinrix x the rogue trader is detailed and plenty <3

[noobettes-little-box]

yay a spooky block tales review yippee

Chapter Three!!!!!!

as with the other 3, summary and review under the cut thing

don't read incase of spoilers

WARNING:

before we begin, this chapter includes abusive parents, generally depression references, death, multiple hands, multiple eyes, ducks, greed, loneliness, builderman, manipulation, even more eyes, mind control? kinda? i think that's technically what it is, gore? kinda? like just blood veins everywhere, and a kinda exposed heart.

these aren't shown here because i ran out of room

you have been warned i'm trying me best this chapter is a bit disturbing.

Summary:

starts where the last chapter ends you know the deal

go to shedletsky so he can yap

he is shocked that the voices went after anyone at all but hasn't gotten any distress signal from any other sword holders so tells us to go get the ghost walker, in his mansion, that he guards with "normal zombies"

he gives you a train ticket and sends you off

the conductor acts like i'm an important and cool person (which is true i am both those things) and then the chapter starts

after being let on the train you're told to go rest in room 4

seriously what was on that ticket

when you wake up the trains getting robbed

no big deal

after defeating them the conductor tells us to go save the engineer and stuff!! oh no!!

when we get there it turns out red, blue and noobador are also there!!!

turns out, noobador is actually the engineer!!!!!

and red and blue were beating up the bandits!

but then more bandits come, and blue is feeling a little tired

so we fight together!! wow!

red takes most of the credit, gives some to blue, then says i "did okay i guess"

ANYWAYS ABUSIVE PARENTS TIME

these guys suck they're like red and blue if they were stupid dumb idiots who need to be stabbed

also noobador is their uncle

anyways we kill them and then noobador apologizes for the prologue how nice of him

upon arriving in "spooksvile" red and blue thank us

i can now summon children whenever i want yay!

after most of walking we get to telamon's manor

nothing interesting happens except people being sad

you follow a butler into a portal and now there's ghost everywhere

oh hey it's that guy

he asks you to go grab ingredients for him, those being spiders and dust

then he asks for me to get a turkey.... and

well

after fighting the turkey you get the ghost potion!!! i forgot to take a screenshot it lets you avoid damage and go through stuff

kitchen wizard says not to touch the ghost walker because we'll die if we're not pure

then you find the hyper ball!!! it's just there!!! just for the taking!

the hyperball lets you ground pound i forgot to screenshot that too oops

after some walking, there it is! the ghost walker!!! right there!

i think i'm pretty pure and full of whimsy so... lemme just grab it and...

oh

oh hey we found builder man we can go home now

we are now stuck in the dream world and we have to fight our emotions in order to go home

first up is greed!

like the sin

they take stuff and they wants to take various parts of your body to play with and stuff

they have a move that takes away tix if it hits you

fun

they go down pretty easily

next up is solitude!!!

they're always watching... always...

the eyes follow you.. everywhere...

also something's wrong with builderman i guess i dunno that's just what they said but that's probably just so i didn't kill them

after getting solitude builderman says there is only one emotion left clouding our soul

fear

after killing fear, builderman congratulates us! but we can't move. and it's slowly revealed that builderman wasn't real. and it was a disguise for hatred

hatred takes complete control over your mind, leaving you alone, in this dangerous world that makes my eyes hurt

this world having the walls made of other souls that gave into hatred

hatred wants us to join in and give in to the hate

the battle is hard but i have a weapon so it doesn't matter

after leaving the dream world, Terry and Kitchen wizard yell at you. which is fair. though your souls is now completely pure, and you can touch the ghost walker without dying! yayy!!!!

review:

kinda inbetween chapter 1 and 2 honestly. first half is kinda boring, and it's one of the shorter chapters to come out it's only longer than the prologue, which is meant to be short. the interesting parts are way better than chapter 2, and the boring parts are better than chapter 1, but after chapter 2 having an event happen every few rooms, it's kinda hard to not rate this one down a bit. music is fucking awesome though solitude's theme is better than everything else in the game

okay that's the end of the reviews until chapter 4 is out

also i had to rewrite this because tumblr kept saying i had over 30 images in it but i didnt but it wouldn't let me save it anyway

[maranull]

Another fun Nito fact! It’s heavy implied that Nito and the goddess of sin Velka where the ones who took care of Crossbreed Priscilla when she was saved from Seth the Scaleless evil wizard labs. Being the only two who weren’t afraid of priscillas ability to easily kill gods. Velka because priscilla never showed anything but gentleness and kindness. Nito because he could do that already and due to his understanding of Death wouldn’t have really resisted when it was his time to go. And it’s also implied they where the ones to make sure that the painted world was a heaven instead of a prison

Oh! I kinda know this one!

I was really into Velka in my DS1 days, I'm pretty sure it's stated/heavily implied that she was involved in the making and/or running of the painted world. I think some of her Harpie followers are actually still roaming around there, at the stairs of a big broken tower. I can't remember Nito being involved, but it wouldn't surprise me.

[schooltrashers]

Debating a lying DemoKKKrat

So it has come to my attention that there's an idiot who is lying for the DemoKKKrats by the username of @fllcdhttb. So I shall dissect each argument with the truth, so read along and discover how I dismantle the argument of a brainwashed idiot.

Oh I have a perfect understanding of the "Party Switch". It's a made-up lie/excuse that DemoKKKrats came up with because they can't erase their sins and past mistakes, despite repeating those mistakes well into the future with Biden's racist comments, the corruption of the entire Democrat Party, aligning with Communists, Antifa's violent and murderous actions, the woke-cults hatred, bigotry, and misogyny. You see the DemoKKKrats need to erase their own history because they don't want to own up to their own mistakes nor take responsibility for them. But you can't erase history or facts...

Democrats created the KKK (hence the term I use "DemoKKKrats").

Republicans freed the slaves.

Several KKK members didn't switch parties such as Robert Byrd and Harry S Truman. Harry S Truman sided with the Communist by the way. The KKK should just rename themselves to the Kommie Kucks Klan.

So it's impossible for an entire party to suddenly "switch", otherwise the Republican Party would be dead already. The fact of the matter is that the KKK's popularity died off, it's down to about 5000 or less members now. It used to be 6 million, what happened to those 6 million? Maybe they realized that what they were doing is wrong and that it was time to grow up.

By the way, the KKK has been flip-flopping and switching sides for years, despite the group getting smaller and smaller. Neither Democrats nor Republicans want anything to do with the KKK. Heck even Donald Trump has condemned the KKK repeatedly, but it gets ignored by CNN and MSNBC because it doesn't fit their narrative.

Truth is that the DemoKKKrats just wanted to erase their history. Meanwhile Republicans openly claim to be the Party of Lincoln(the Republican President responsible for freeing the slaves) to this very day. You also seem to ignore the fact that there are black Republicans such as Kim Klacik and Bryan Donalds. So to claim that Republicans is "racist" is ignorant.

Meanwhile you have Joe Biden being racist by claiming "if you don't vote for me, you ain't black" or "I don't want my kids to grow up in a racial jungle", while being friends with a KKK Grand Wizard(Robert Byrd). It would be like if Donald Trump suddenly became friends with David Duke, the media would be all over it claiming that Trump is a white supremacist, even if David Duke were to claim that he is no longer a KKK member.

Speaking of David Duke, he recently endorsed Palestine. How progressive of him, he may as well be a woke Leftist. He hates Jews, hence why he's against Israel.

Wow, just wow. I guess the Party "switched" again since David Duke now sides with Leftists with his support of Palestine, while Republicans support Israel. Your logic is flawed and so is the "Party Switch" theory.

Next...

False. Everything I've said is true. Antifa is a terrorist group, it has members. Heck they even had a private conversation that got leaked online that confirms everything I've said...

https://rumble.com/v3vt4o4-antifa-exposed-uncensored-rumble-exclusive.html

To claim that Antifa is an "ideology/political movement, not a group" is like saying "the KKK is an ideology/political movement, not a group". Which is both wrong and ignorant. The difference between political totalitarian ideologies like Nazism and Communism VS Domestic Terrorist groups like the KKK and Antifa is that both the KKK and Antifa wear masks and commits acts of violence and terrorism. Nazism and Communism holds (or held) political power in countries like Ukraine, China and Germany.

The difference between you and me is that I condemn Antifa, the KKK, Nazis and Commies. You don't. You're what I call a totalitarian and a terrorist supporter, due to your support of Antifa(terrorists) and the DemoKKKrats(totalitarians).

Leftists do indeed celebrate Hitler's birthday(4/20). They make 4/20 posts all the time. Why 4:20? It has nothing to do with pot, everything to do with Hitler's birthday. What connection is their to pot and the number 4:20? Doesn't make sense. 4/20 is Hitler's birthday.

Adolf Hitler / Date of birth

Apr 20, 1889

^I copied and pasted that by the way with a quick Bing Search. By the way, Leftists are antisemitic with their hate of Israel and support of Palestine. David Duke(Nazi KKK White Supremacist) is antisemitic and supports Palestine. Even black supremacist Louis Farrakahn is antisemitic, supports Palestine, hates Israel and he praised Adolf Hitler...

Yikes...seems like you're on the wrong side of history. Also Nazism isn't right-wing, it's a socialist ideology. Nazi is short for National Socialism. Conservatives are against socialism and they point out that Nazism is socialism. Nazism and Communism is on the totalitarian side of the political spectrum, they even once joined forces forming a pact called "Communazism". Stalin(communist) shook hands with a Nazi(Joachim von Ribbentrop). They claimed Nazism and Communism ARE THE SAME!

So to say that Leftists can't support Nazism, would be a lie. They already support fascist ideas and policies such as censorship and hatred of Jews(Israelis).

You claim Trump's racist, yet he's seen with Rosa Parks and Muhammad Ali. Not Robert Byrd or David Duke. LOL

What a beautiful picture. The truth has defeated your lies.