#Basilisk loop

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

The Inspector grew a heart in ‘Unnaturally Human’

as a result of using the Basilisk loop, which apparently uses a large amount of high-amperage electricity to alter an Infinity Knight’s biology to mimic a human’s.

[hychlorions]

god i hope ryoko kui asks them to use half the show's budget for the panel of chimera falin ripping her shirt off. i hope the blood is dripping from her mouth. I hope we see each thread break. i hope it's at least 10 seconds long and sensual as fuck. for the lesbians. (me)

[lancer-pigeon]

as a half-hearted defense of greywash users in the Rim:

Coreward pilots and marines are used to battles being fought with bullets, but the Rim is full of horrifying, unspeakable machinery -- there are unregistered, untraceable weapons that inflict dischronometria, "loss of identity," "total disappearance," and that's just side effects for the wielder.

I've heard chatter about a Basilisk victim who couldn't even explain who or where she was. just cried. they had to put her on a drip-loop 'cause she stopped eating, but eventually just gave up. doctors said it was cruel to keep her alive.

greywash is excruciatingly painful, yes, but it kills you. it's a brutal death, but it ends. all things considered, it's probably the most ethical superweapon those Matrix-cosplaying code freaks have made -- I'd rather get eaten than fall under the crosshairs of a cannon that instantly turns you into a missing persons case.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 [Snippet] 🔞

Jungkook just loves to show you off- because while everyone on his planet might get to look at you, he gets to touch and love you in private.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Bunny Hybrid!Reader, Extremely flirty Jungkook, suggestive, Major Fluff!, Romance, Established Relationship, JK has tentacles oops, smut

Length: It was supposed to be a drabble but I ended up writing ~2.5k words oops

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A/N: Boo here you go hybrid alien tentacle porn yay 🥳

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"There you are!" Jungkook sighs in relief, finding you in an isle for fresh produce, staring wide eyed at the round plastic containers filled with cubed fruits. "You want those?" He asks, pointing at one with pinkish and pale yellow cubes. You nod.

"Sweet?" You ask, unsure, and he shrugs, pulling the item down to inspect it, before he nods.

"Yeah, those are sweet- but I gotta…" He mumbles the last part, reading the label a bit further while you begin to wander off again- though this time you're pulled back by his hand reaching out during his task of finding out more about the fruits he's about to buy, to hold onto the hood of your light cotton jacket to keep you close this time and not lose you again in the grocery store. "..safe for human consumption. Hm, there's nothing written about hybrids though.." He mumbles to himself before he pulls out his phone to search online if you can eat those fruits native to his home planet, hand now leaving your hood- one of his extra appendages sneaking out from beneath his shirt to hold onto the belt loops of your shorts to keep you close.

Basilisks- that's what they're called here, which confused you for a good while, until you learned that they actually didn't ever have a true name, but that it was simply an earth-term his kind had adopted to use for them, because it sounded like a similar word which means 'Blood-snake' in his native language. You remember how terrified you were of his uniquely inky-purple colored tentacles everyone of his kind has- mostly though because you met them when he'd used them to defend you both, the images still very vivid in your mind. But these days, you've come to love them as just another piece of him- even though you remember Yoongi, a good friend of his and your doctor currently, explaining to you that they do have their own minds.

'It's actually quite surprising they chose you.' He'd told you. 'I've never seen them so interested in their host's mate.'

Mate. It's still odd to think of yourself as that, though it makes sense with how he cares for and about you.

Jungkook is, nowadays, a bit more careful now with your food for example. He'd hate for you to have another situation like a month prior when you had eaten Nacuri- a vegetable he himself actually likes a lot, but that is apparently not very good for hybrids such as yourself, having caused you some major stomach cramps that pained him to simply watch- and ever since then, he's checking everything twice just to make sure. "-but can be eaten as a snack in small quantities." He reads out loud. "Alright, so only the small box then!" He chirps, putting the big container back to exchange it for a smaller one.

The moment his hands are free again, his inky-purple appendage disappears underneath the back of his shirt again, hiding away as to not get in the way, while he holds your hand as he walks through the different isles at the store.

He notices you yawning a lot more now as you stand on the metal parts of the shopping cart while his chest is warm against your back, and he's learned that's not always just a sign for tiredness in humans and hybrids. "We'll be home soon. I didn't think the line for checkout would be this long.." He tells you, hand running over your hybrid ears, while you suppress another yawn, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes from it. Oxygen levels inside buildings like these are fine for him and his kind- but humans and hybrids like you need a lot more than him to thrive properly. It's why he's got a special air filtering system installed in his home to accommodate for that- to make your life with him as comfortable as he possibly can.

It's the least he can do to show gratefulness for what you've done for him in the past, after all. And also, what kind of partner would he be if he didn't provide the absolute best for you?

He doesn't like how your ears droop after a few moments more- so he searches in your shoulder bag for the familiar pale pink plastic inhaler, setting it up with a few clicks for the proper dosage. "Here. It's almost our turn." He reassures again, offering the inhaler to you which you take with a nod. It'll help you with a bit of extra oxygen until you're out in the open again, levels today high for his kind, but perfect for yours. "Do you wanna eat the fruits in the gardens near the Archives?" He wonders, and you seem to think.

"What about.. those?" You ask, pointing at all the groceries.

"We can eat the icecream there too. I've got a spare blanket we can sit on, in the car." He says, leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder. "I wanna have some.. cozy time with my baby, what do you say?" He purrs, and you shiver a bit, bunny tail wiggling around.

"Hmhm." You nod. You're not sure what entirely he means by 'cozy time'- because with him, that could honestly mean anything.

Later, outside on the blanket he'd laid out in the park in a more secluded space, you're happily filling your stomach with the fruits he'd bought you. He's watching fondly, because moments like these remind him that the past truly is behind the both of you. You no longer seem scared of anything as long as he's around. You speak freely to him, you're not shy at all, and you've even become a little bit daring these days.

You're no longer the empty, confused and almost soulless hybrid he'd met years back at the facility he'd found himself in. You no longer need to be told exactly what to do or otherwise you'll end up having a panic attack. You've become your own person, independent. You've blossomed, vibrantly.

And he loves it.

He loves you.

Especially now, hours later back at home, groceries still in their bags in the kitchen while you whine pitifully against his lips, with his grin satisfied while he watches you cling onto him. Something you've learned fairly quickly is that his kind is one that treats intimacy a little differently than humans back on earth. There's nothing forbidden or to be shy about for his kind- every type of intimacy or romantic displays of affection are normal even in public- no one stares at a couple kissing or hugging. If anything, people will just instantly believe a relationship is bad if there's no PDA ever between mates.

And sex? That's something sacred, it feels like.

Enio people just like himself find pleasure by feeding off of other's pleasure. They thrive when their partners thrive, they're happy when their partner's happy, and they're sad or in pain whenever their mates are. They also have relationships between multiple people- rarely ever having just one partner. Jungkook however had told you numerous times already that he's completely fine with just having you.

'Why would I ever need anybody else-' he'd said into your neck, '-when you're making me lose my mind every single time we're together?'

He's long lost his shirt by now, his dark purple tentacles already eagerly touching you. They're clearly just as excited as he is every single time you're together like this- and it's honestly almost cute.

Almost- if it wasn't for one of them very eagerly sliding right through in between your legs, back and forth, making you cling onto his arms as he watches you with an intense gaze. His eyes have always been something unique- like two pitch black voids, but only ever if the light doesn't hit them just right, making you able to see the deep red-ish brown and slanted pupils, similar to a feline. But in times like these, in the barely lit bedroom of his, they're just two nightsky colored marbles, reflecting anything like a galaxy.

His tongue runs over his bottom lip, licking over his silver piercings on one side. His grin is that of a predator, watching his prey struggle. But not for it's life- no, you're struggling for entirely different reasons.

"They're horribly impatient." He chuckles when one of his purple appendages moves to instead play with your pearl, before it prods at your entrance, almost as if to see if Jungkook will allow it.

He doesn't.

And it's clear with the way they retreat from between your legs, instead roaming your hips instead, before two of the four spread your legs open for him. That's how it usually goes- a rule set by him. Only he gets to be inside you- gets to claim you like that.

Your underwear is still hanging from your ankle when he pushes himself inside, hands gripping the soft flesh of your waist. He tends to be impatient like this, can't help himself, as he always tends to say to excuse his eager nature. You're perfectly compatible to him, physically and emotionally as well.

You're his, and he just can't help but want to make sure everyone knows that.

The windows are open, and your sure someone way down can probably hear your faint moans, but you can't bring yourself to care about it. "My baby.." he purrs into your neck, where he kisses and sucks his marks, hands gripping your body wherever he can while his tentacles roam around to offer you their own ways of pleasure.

You don't kind the almost sticky substance they begin to leak onto your skin. You've gotten used to it by now.

You're dizzy with everything going on around you. You're unable to quite move much, but you don't have to- both Jungkook's arms and his extra appendages make sure to keep you in place while his hips snap into yours, skin wet as it stays connected to his with thin strands of both your arousal and the sweet smelling precum of his tentacles.

A year ago, you would've tried to hide in shame of it all- thinking you dont deserve nice feelings like this. You would've never thought you'd be loved like this, touched like this.

But he's made that possible. He makes it happen time and time again, and in every touch he places on your skin you can feel the tenderness he has for you in his very soul. He's not lying when he says he loves you. He's not deceiving you with acts of kindness and care. He means every single affectionate gaze he throws your way.

You love him because of that alone.

"My sweet little bunny baby.." he chuckles out of breath as he rolls his hips in just the way to make you arch your back in pleasure, as he leans over you to kiss your lips bright red.

He likes to bite. Likes to pull a little on your bottom lip and likes to get you into any position he sees fit. Sometimes he'll kiss up your back as he takes you from behind- other times like now, he wants to watch your face as you come undone under his steady pace.

It fuels his ego every single time seeing you all fucked out like this.

Every time it's proof that he's a good lover to you.

The moment you come undone and clench around him in waves of pleasure, he's quick to shoot his shot as well- hips stuttering as he pushes himself inside, one of his tentacles sneaking between you both, running over your pearl just to coax another orgasm out of you, thighs trembling a little. You're somewhat glad his basilisks are keeping your body in place, because at this point you're just absolutely boneless.

He's humming in pleasure as he sighs into your neck, body covering yours now almost protectively. 'Shielding' is what it's called- you've looked up some of his behavior just to figure out things you're too shy to ask him yourself. It's an instinctual thing- a remnant of a time long passed when his kind had to protect their mates whenever they were in a vulnerable state.

And then he moves again, tentacles slick with their own arousal as they wrap around your ankles, adjusting your legs as he moves lower, his hands on your hips cherishing your skin it feels like.

And then his mouth is on you, licking you up, probably tasting both you and him in a sinful mixture- but it's another behavior of his that always repeats. He does this every single time, claims it's nothing special and that for his kind, it's basic care after getting his own fill of you. He's constantly surprised at what things surprise you- but then again, you both grew up on entirely different planets, with entirely different culture surrounding you.

So it's normal that some of the things you do tend to catch him off guard as well.

Such as after you're both done showering and cleaning up- he's always surprised how clingy you get after being so closely together just minutes prior. Normally, with his kind, it's like he's recharged his social batteries- now able to go about his day easily, no need for too much physical affection. But for you it seems to be almost the opposite- you love to cuddle and be close to him afterwards, and maybe that's one of the key points that just make you so endearing to him.

He loves cuddling. He loves being lazy with you, especially like this. "I booked our flight to Doria for the end of this cycle." Jungkook hums into your skin, letting you lay almost on top of him, skin still bare. "It's gonna be a long flight, but I already talked to Yoongi about medication in case you feel sick." he reassures you, and you just nod, way too tired to really comprehend what he's talking about. "You're not even listening at all, are you?" He laughs because he knows as well- though he doesn't mind. He knows your body works a bit differently than his own, and knows by now he can be… quite exhausting.

So he let's you sleep, and decides that maybe a short nap isn't the worst idea either-

especially not if he gets to sleep with you in his arms.

[wxnheart]

I love your yandere godwyn hc I just want to share some brainrot that I have so after godwyn death he become prince of death right but it's not the end of it he's love, obsession and devotion for reader was so strong even after his supposed death , the corpse tremendously taint the root of erdtree almost reaching all the land in between. This tainting can be seen among the death and living creature shown by the deathroot and the face of the prince of death in their body once it's visible enough his subconscious started to control all this being like a zombie hunting, searching hungrily , desperately but for who? It's his darling of course

Tldr : godwyn was too much of a simple for reader even in death his still find a way to be together with you Also can you imagines godwyn using the death crab and basilisk to give reader some shiny peble or beautiful flower or controlling the skeleton undead to protect reader if one of them is destroyed he'll just use another undead to protect you

You know what, nonnie, I read a comment on a YouTube video about a theory that the Erdtree is in something of a feedback loop because while it's trying to bring Godwyn back, it's actually replicating his body, leading to the... plethora of Godwyns you see around the Lands Between.

As an aside, there's also this tidbit where, if you confront Fia at the Deeproot Depths, the implication is that Godwyn is protecting her by attacking you when you go to attack her.

I can see that manifesting throughout the Lands, too, where it's both a feedback loop and Godwyn's (or rather, his body's) attempt to contact his lost consort.

I remember writing once in an ask, imagine actually seeing Godwyn's body in the Deeproot Depths for the first time, and until you laid eyes on his corpse, it's eerily silent. Now imagine hearing this hollowed... rattle. You look up and you realize that he's... staring at you. You thought it was some illusion (or perhaps you were too tired and paranoid) until you moved just to test that thought and realized that nope, it's the real deal. Godwyn is staring at you. And will KEEP staring and following you so long as the Erdtree continues to replicate his body.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH. 34 Cockatrice

He's doing his best.

L...Laios no..... LaioS NO

I respect Kui-san so much for the work she puts into not only the Senshi pantyshots but also affirming the fact that Marcille and Laios are in no way sexually interested in one another whatever.

I suppose it itches BECAUSE it's healing but also.... w...why does it look infected?

...did.... did Senshi consent to being a test subject? He looks a bit nervous 😂

FIRMLY GRASP IT.

(Marcille has no time for your internalized homophobia)

Oh??? Is there old-party drama that we're about to be privy to? I'm listening reading.

In a storytelling sense, this is very clever. Chillchuck is clearly drawing parallels (unknowingly, I assume?) between Laios and Kirby(?). That guy is.... In Control of his party in a sense, and clearly has earned their trust as a leader. But he trusts himself a little bit too much for it to result in an unhealthy feedback loop of 'I'm always right, these other people think so too!'

Meanwhile, although Laios isn't actively trying to steer the group, they DO trust him to care about their safety, to an extent, and retain their own goals and judgements about certain other things. In fact, it's arguably BECAUSE they all trust each other to be better judges of character that they keep one another in check, so to speak.

The tea is SIZZLING. The girls are fighiiiing

So. Natural energy points. You're basically using energy of unknown origin to fuel spells instead of tapping into what is available readily.

But that sounds like maybe you'd have some. Hm. Questionable side effects? From adding ingredients into the mix which you can neither understand nor fully control.

......of course............of course it was.

👁👁

it's got business to attend do, presumably. Also, which floor are you guys on? Are you still in that ancient city?

IS THAT A THING?????

Maybe that would have been good to.... lead with.......

.........IS THIS WHAT FALIN IS CAPABLE OF?? IS THIS WHAT SHE USES TO COMMUNICATE WITH SPIRITS? Maybe they ARE both talented, but Laios just never bothered to tap into this.

I'm sure it's fine. Hang on, didn't they fight this before once already?

AH right, that was the basilisk. My bad.

I don't. So this'll be a double surprise for me!

I aLmost thought this was it!!! Marcille don't fuck with me like this!

"I'M MARCILLE AND I DON'T LOOK AT THE EXPLOSIONS I, MYSELF, CREATE!!"

You can't not love her.

NOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!

This is NOT the time to be a zombie movie deuteragonist

wh--i THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A CHANCE FOR HIM TO DO MORE HEALING MAGIC

.........I guess that's. a good point but. Laios. Buddy.

I have nothing to say here. This is peak DnD behavior.

...hang on they never took her out of the pot? 😂

..how proud you are of them?

....................yeah alright I guess that works too.

For a second there I thought maybe her petrified hair was gonna snap off and she'd get a haircut.

[sepublic]

Seeing Belos carve the glyphs into his skin when he could’ve just used tattoos makes me think, that’s the point; He’s an idiot who doesn’t really understand the world he’s working with, and it’s how he got cursed. He could’ve known better if he displayed any sincere curiosity or listened genuinely to the people around him; In fact he’d have gotten all four glyphs a lot sooner for it. But his racist pride keeps him from accomplishing things.

Because when the quest to see how Philip performed a brilliant accomplishment ends with the revelation that he takes credit for other people’s achievements and can’t provide any actual guidance, it’s so clearly a riff on white men in history. On “inventors” like Thomas Edison. Of course Philip learned it from Luz and then copied it without understanding, acted as if he figured out the Light glyph. Meanwhile Luz explains to Amity how intent is necessary to achieve variations with the same glyph, she’s the one who teaches Lilith who returns a feedback loop of education with the glyph combos.

Really it just sells the idea that while he’s clever in some regards, ultimately Belos is an idiot who got lucky. He eventually figured out some stuff after literal centuries, but before that he had to study the basilisks to perfect the sigils when he had the Collector teaching him. He’s like Trump or Musk; He just needs to act really confident, but he doesn’t comprehend the forces he’s relying on. He’s like alt-right followers buying into alt-right “alternative medicines” when he consumes Palismen. And that lack of knowledge makes Belos a dangerous idiot who drags everyone down with him into the fallout of his BS; He didn’t even have a real plan for those without sigils, he didn’t even care about performing a thorough job, just acting like he did. It was all for his gratification and not any real effect or practicality.

[md-confessions]

“Why didn’t V get on the elevator after she cut it?” The Sentinels. The Anti-Drone Security machines with a basilisk boot looping light surrounding her. The drones that would follow her into the elevator and devour everyone.

.

[stone-stars]

songs in c3e63: court with no crowns (timestamps from the ad-free version. does not include the generic combat music. “a wizard’s tournament” is the recap song.)

The Fairy - 6:50

Left is Left and Right is Center - 8:34, 9:54, 10:50, and 11:23

The Red Fen - 12:57, 14:40, and 16:08

Slumber in the Stump - 19:37

The Red Fen - 22:32

Gunvar - 23:40

Tundra Trudge - 26:10

Rousel - 28:06 (loops)

Unknown Tome - 36:29

Frankie Vantasmo - 38:01

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 39:39

The Gambling District - 43:55

The Bronze Bastard - 46:46

The Inkling Syndicate - 48:08 and 51:35

The Rattlin' Snakes - 54:36, 55:44, and 58:18

Blackthorn Hall - 1:02:35

Stallios - 1:08:13

Triss 2 - 1:12:21

Bash at the Gash - 1:23:30, 1:25:26, and 1:26:26

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:29:50

Hospitable - 1:34:19

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:38:06

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:42:33

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:43:51

Bash at the Gash - 1:47:56

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:48:56

context for each song + notes under the cut!

The Fairy - 6:50 - Callie disguises Foster as a goose

Left is Left and Right is Center - 8:34, 9:54, 10:50 - Duck team disguises themselves

Left is Left and Right is Center - 11:23 - Discussing how to get to Rousel

The Red Fen - 12:57 - Remembering Gunk

The Red Fen - 14:40 - Gunk hunting

The Red Fen - 16:08 - Gunk kills the Basilisk

Slumber in the Stump - 19:37 - Little schoolhouse in the woods

The Red Fen - 22:32 - Gunk menacing the school

Gunvar - 23:40 - Saying goodbye to Gunk

Tundra Trudge - 26:10 - Hiking to Rousel

Rousel - 28:06 (loops) - Arriving in Rousel / Rousel description

Unknown Tome - 36:29 - Squirt reveals his true (old) nature

Frankie Vantasmo - 38:01 - Calder asks Squirt about the barracks / Court with no Crowns

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 39:39 - Duck Team's wanted posters

The Gambling District - 43:55 - Callie asks Squirt about the halfling knights

The Bronze Bastard - 46:46 - Cyra's wanted poster

The Inkling Syndicate - 48:08 - Asking Squirt about the tree/fountain

The Inkling Syndicate - 51:35 - Discussing going to see Zunark

The Rattlin' Snakes - 54:36 - Approaching nobody's Inn / The toughs outside

The Rattlin' Snakes - 55:44 - Callie lets the Rattlin' Snakes take hits on her

The Rattlin' Snakes - 58:18 - Entering Nobody's Inn with their new entourage

Blackthorn Hall - 1:02:35 - Callie recognizes Cyra's friend, Triss 2

Stallios - 1:08:13 - Calder goes to try to flirt with Triss 2

Triss 2 - 1:12:21 - Triss 2 calls Calder a Winter Court spy and flees

Bash at the Gash - 1:23:30 - Zunark emerges from the barracks

Bash at the Gash - 1:25:26 and 1:26:26 - Entering the Court with no Crowns barracks

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:29:50 - Triss tells them about Cyra's plan

Hospitable - 1:34:19 - Callie extends an olive branch to Triss

In the Dark of Dusk - 1:38:06 - Zunark says Jovyre is allowing the Automatons to wreak havoc in the Autumn Court

Frankie Vantasmo - 1:42:33 - Discussing the suspicious about the summit

The Inkling Syndicate - 1:43:51 - Zunark pulls out a map

Bash at the Gash - 1:47:56 - Zunark says he's aware of the serpents

All I Need is One Thread to Spin a Web - 1:48:56 - Pulling out the photo of Glen / Callie casts detect thoughts

Notes: “Bash at the Gash” is credited as “The Eye of Akarot” / "Slumber in the Stump" is credited as "Moonshine's Stump" New songs: Rousel, The Rattlin' Snakes, Triss 2 Unlisted in the credits: The Fairy, Unknown Tome, Blackthorn Hall, Hospitable

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

If Joanna had simply not prompted Professor Tia to look into the Basilisk Loop he had with him,

perhaps the Sergeant wouldn’t have re-emerged and threatened the whole of the cosmos yet again.

[interstitialdreams]

Names, Pronouns, Titles based off of an ouroboros - rq by: anon

Names; Adalinda, Ameet, Anant, Basilisk, Belindo, Boa, Coatl, Cobra, Dracaena, Draco, Drake, Fani, Feilong, Guivre, Kulshedra, Leviathan, Mabota, Marise, Mu, Naga, Nyoka, Ophiuchus, Python, Tut, Varanus, Varunim, Viper

Names are taken from various places around the world and various mythologies.

Pronouns; sna/snake/snakes/snakeself, dra/dragon/dragons/dragonself, infit/infinity/infinitys/infinityself, lo/loop/loops/loopself, tai/tail/tails/tailself, cy/cycle/cycles/cycleself, de/destruct/destruction/destructionself, cre/create/creation/creationself, ouro/ouroboros/ouroboros/ouroboroself, opus/opus/opus/opuself, re/renewal/renewals/renewalself, li/life/lifes/lifeself, dea/death/deaths/deathself, sym/symbol/symbolic/symbolicself, sym/symbol/symbols/symbolself

Titles; one who is trap in a loop, {prn} who loops, one who is in a cycle, {prn} who is in a cycle, one who eats {prns} own tail, {prn} who is a snake, one who is a dragon, {prn} who is infinite, one who symbolizes a cycle, {prn} who is life and death, one who is destruction and creation, {prn} who is symbolic

[geck-motj]

my harry potter headcanons:

(im sorry in advance this is very long :’))

harry is not white. he hasnt the faintest what ethnicity he is and honestly me neither. also his scar doesnt look like an emoji. also hes short. because abuse

hermione is mixed, and ginny isnt a replica of lily

quirrell became the muggle studies prof to teach students how to better blend in to the muggle world, so they dont reveal themselves. he also supplied dark arts textbooks to slytherins

when you make a horcrux, your eyes are the first things affected, because eyes are the windows to the soul type of thing? anyways harry used to have hazel eyes, but once he became a horcrux, they turned brighter green with yellow flecks. also at the beginning of his horcrux journey, toms eyes were only red when he was angry or using magic excessively. also you bleed from your eyes after the ritual

ginny used a love potion on harry

lily remus and severus used to be friends early on at hogwarts, but then remus left them for the marauders

severus love lily in a way that wasnt romantic, nor platonic, it was just a fuck up of a bunch of feelings that led to him just wanting to be her everything. not quite obsession more like devotion

lily is not a goody two shoes she was vindictive and honestly? kinda a bitch.

no one could stay at hogwarts during the summer because the wards shut down because theres no students there to power them

ravenclaw’s diadem can read minds and then deposit that information into the wearers mind, and it inspired the creation of the sorting hat

horcruxes the gain abilities of the object they are (so when voldy made the diadem into a horcrux, that soul piece obtained all the knowledge it had)

horcruxes are also stuck in a limbo of sorts, where they cant grow or mature from when they are created. aka make horcrux when mad, horcrux will always be mad

something something seven horcruxes something something limit something something you can only fold paper seven times

you cant become an animagus if you are likely to change drastically at some point. some weird fate fuckery is going on but yeah. the only reason the marauders were able to was because they were all going to die soon

parseltongue isnt a language it is a magic

vampires are a separate species from human, unlike werewolves which is more of an affliction to a human, so its not something that can spread

the basilisk’s name is opia

you can make a potion using normal “muggle” ingredients, you just need to imbue the potion with magic during the cooking process

there is no love room in the DoM, but a choice/intent room

runes are a sentient type of magic that draws power from the person who drew them, or from a directed power source

time does not exist in a loop as seen with time turners, thats just the only way wizards have managed to gain access to time

xylomancy is a prerequisite for wand making

some mirrors can open to alt dimensions and try to kidnap people. the mirror of erised is one such mirror

house elves are a type of homunculus thats become sapient

there are many reasons why harrys scar hurts. my favourite are: manifestation of voldy’s anger, its trying to escape harry and return to main piece, and its trying to protect harry and itself because it knows voldemort means to harm them

horcrux in harry isnt complete, and would generally hurt less if the ritual was finalized and soul piece accepted

harry and draco totally had a thing for each other. im a harrymort fanatic but im not blind

voldemort was almost put in gryffindor

i dont think there was any love protection from lily, the reason harry survived that night was because she tricked voldemort into swearing a vow and when he still tried to kill harry, he was punished for it. the reason voldy burned at harry’s hands later was the horcrux

voldemort didnt always look like a snake. he was waxy and pale and red-eyed but that was because of rituals and poor hygiene because that boy is depressed even while being a dictator

for the love of god, nagini DOES NOT have nipples. milking refers to harvesting a snakes venom

dumbledore visits grindelwald in nurmengard during the summers

also he totally let sirius go to azkaban w/o a trial so harry would have to go to the dursleys

if a soul exists without a container for too long, itll fade away. thats why voldemort survived as a shade but his horcruxes didnt, they didnt have enough magic or knowledge to possess anything (this question plagued me for so long and this is the best reason i could think of)

the ministry controls who creates wands. they pay wandmakers to apply the trace and tell them who bought what wand and thats why wands are so cheap

the AK is not painless :)

trace only alerts to random outbursts of magic, so you can use magic if in a place that has a lot of ambient magic because it is indistinguishable

souls grow with you

i think voldemort actually wanted to be a teacher. so does harry, but hed probably quit after the second year when he realizes how repetitive and boring lessons are. he absolutely doesnt join the aurors tho

honestly i could go on for more but my main problem with the hp universe is how underdeveloped it is. where is the culture, the history?? the theory and lore? please tell me theres more than two musicians -_-

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For the ask game

So this is my Tom/Draco/Harry fic which has a slightly convoluted plot, but in essence, Diary Tom unintentionally drags Draco, Harry and Nagini into a Time Loop after trying and failing to kill Harry with the Killing Curse (yet again). At this point in the narrative, Tom and Draco have been working together for over a year, Tom and Nagini a couple of months, and Tom and Harry have become reacquainted for the first time since Harry stabbed him with a Basilisk Fang in second year.

Note: every time Tom kills Harry, it resets the loop.

I don't really know what scene to share as I wrote it very much out of order and a lot doesn't make sense without context. The below is just pulled from a squabble between Tom and Harry:

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And Riddle pushed him down without needing to use his hands at all. Down, til Harry’s back was flat on the polished floorboards, til his ribcage buckled in against his lungs, threatening to break. 

He splayed his hand across Harry’s chest, the yew wand between his palm and Harry’s shirt. “You breathe on my terms,” he said. “You live at my will, Potter. Don’t forget that.”

Every muscle in his body was on fire. There were black spots dancing in front of Harry’s eyes. He could physically feel his ribs beginning to fracture under the weight of Riddle’s magic. Yet, at the same time, there was no pressure on his head or neck at all. He’d been left with full mobility, for some reason.

“Do you understand?” Riddle said. 

He wants me to nod, Harry realised. The surge of anger that followed was almost enough to wipe the pain from his mind. Instead he spat, aiming for Riddle’s eye but only hitting his cheek. 

But Riddle didn’t recoil, didn’t seem shocked or disgusted. Instead he smiled, slow and amused, and Harry became utterly certain that he was going to be hurt worse than he’d ever been hurt in his life. He set his jaw, braced himself, glared up at him, not allowing the smallest hint of trepidation to cross his face. If only Riddle’s magic would let up for a moment—if he could just—

“That’s what I thought,” Riddle said. 

Yet, before he could make good on any horrible plan that was spinning through his psychopathic brain, they were interrupted by the slam of a heavy door downstairs. 

“You’ll wait your turn,” Harry heard Malfoy say crossly, voice slightly muffled but still distinct. “I’ve not even sat down yet and here you are fussing about food!”

“Master left the chicken on the table,” Nagini’s hissed reply came. “It has been tempting me all morning. Now he is murdering the Potter boy again and I won’t be fed til tomorrow.”

“Yes, yes, one moment,” Malfoy said, not understanding a word. 

Magic was still binding Harry to the floor, but Riddle’s attention had shifted. He was listening to Malfoy putter about in the kitchen, brow creased. Evidently, he had not been expecting him back so early.  

Though he didn’t stray from watching Riddle for a moment, Harry listened keenly to Malfoy downstairs, the sounds of his slippers on the kitchen tiles, the pop of the vacuum on the fridge unsealing as he opened the door. 

“Oh, not again,” Malfoy muttered. Then, raising his voice, “Tom, you’ve forgotten to buy Nagini’s chicken!” 

Riddle sighed. “I didn’t forget,” he called, matching Malfoy’s volume, “I’ve just left them in the bag on the dining table.”

“The bag? Where—oh, I see. Well, why didn’t you put it in the fig-box?”

“The fridge,” he said, with the exasperation of one who’d made the same correction a hundred times. “I was taking out the groceries when I got distracted.” Distracted was an understatement. 

He’d turned away from Harry now, though his magic scarcely eased up. 

“So you did forget,” Malfoy said, triumphant. 

It seemed Riddle thought he could keep Harry subdued while not paying the slightest attention to him. His magic eased off further as he turned fully away to snap, “I didn’t—”

Using Riddle’s distraction and the freedom of his head and neck, Harry forced his body up, smashing his forehead into Riddle’s perfect nose with as much force as he could muster. 

Riddle went down hard, swearing, head catching the corner of a low table.

With an almost audible snap, Harry felt the last of Riddle’s magical restraints evaporate. Harry was on him in an instant, shoving, hitting, biting, doing anything he could to keep him down. He was driven not only by anger and fear, but also an overwhelming, inexplicable urge to get Riddle underneath him, to have him admit defeat. To show him his place. 

At first, it seemed to work, Riddle clumsy and disoriented from his head wound, but Harry had barely a moment of satisfaction before Riddle’s fist collided with the side of his head, a knee going straight into his abdomen. And then they were fighting, rolling across the floor like wild animals. Riddle hit and took hits with the fluency of one well-versed in street brawls. And really, Harry shouldn’t have been surprised. It was easy to be misled by Riddle’s aristocratic features and expensive clothes, but dressing himself out of Malfoy’s closet and imitating his accent did not erase a childhood as an orphan in Muggle London.

Harry gave as good as he got. He wasn’t a street rat, but he’d had to fight back against Dudley’s oversized friends for as long as he could remember. And Tom was tall, but he didn't have Dudley's weight or muscle mass to use against Harry.

“What’s going—Merlin!” Malfoy’s voice only added to the chaos. “Levicorpus!” 

And Harry found himself jerked off his feet, hanging upside down by his ankle. Of course he’d been the one targeted, despite the whole situation being Riddle’s fault. Still, Malfoy’s spell was in some ways a welcome respite from the pain. 

Riddle hadn’t stood up yet and was squinted at Harry as if he couldn’t understand how he’d flipped upside down. His face was covered in blood, both from his nose and a large gash on his forehead that Harry couldn’t remember causing.

With a sick sort of pleasure, Harry hoped he’d been concussed. Not so pretty now, he thought viciously.

“Great Aunt Hisperia’s vase!” Malfoy exclaimed, bypassing the both of them to fuss over a pile of shattered porcelain in the corner. Harry vaguely recalled it being a hideous toad shaped monstrosity. He hadn’t broken it on purpose, but would’ve if it had occurred to him. 

Riddle stood, swaying, and went to sit on the chaise. By the time Malfoy turned around, he’d composed himself enough to make his seated position look deliberate, rather than born of necessity. “I don’t see the problem,” he said, voice coming out thick and congested. “It’ll be fixed by tomorrow.”

“I suppose there’s no need to heal your face then. Since it’ll be ‘fixed by tomorrow’.” Still, even as he spoke, Malfoy had returned to Riddle’s side and was inspecting his injuries, lips pursed. He continued to complain as he fixed his nose and healed his forehead and the back of his head. The skin knitted back together more seamlessly than any spell Harry had seen performed by even Madam Pomphrey. The Elder Wand, again. It was strange to see the ‘death stick’ used for such a purpose. “I need to brew some bruise paste. You’re going to be black and purple before the reset.”

“S’alright, I’ll just kill Potter and we can avoid all of that,” Riddle said, nonchalant, words slightly slurred. Definitely concussed. 

“No, no. We’re not doing that,” Malfoy said patiently, continuing to heal him. “No more killing Potter. We discussed this.”

Harry cleared his throat. “Mind letting me down, then?” All the talk of killing him was making him a tad uneasy. He felt exposed without his wand. 

“But I prefer you like this,” Malfoy drawled, turning to give Harry an unimpressed once over. “Perhaps I should string you up every morning. Keep you out of trouble.”

Harry managed to bite back a ‘I’d like to see you try’, or a childish: ‘Riddle started it’, because, well, those didn’t seem conducive to getting himself let down. He settled for mullish silence, crossing his arms and glaring at Malfoy. 

He was therefore surprised when Malfoy broke the spell gently, allowing him to float down to the floor rather than just leaving him to fall on his head. “Er, thanks,” he said. 

“You look like shit, Potter,” was the only response. 

Harry stood, a hand to the wall to steady himself. His shoulder felt dislocated, his ribs cracked and bruised. The only comfort was that Riddle didn’t look any better than Harry felt. One of his eyes was swelling shut, and the Episkeys were doing little to counteract the blood dripping down from his hairline. And, despite his sorry state, he was watching Harry like he wanted to have another go at him. 

“What?” Malfoy sneered when he saw Harry still looking at them. “Want me to heal your face too, Potter? I rather think Tom’s improved it.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I’ll fix it myself.”

He let himself out of the study, but had to sit on the top of the landing to rest, head spinning. Even through the closed door, he could still hear Malfoy complaining. 

[divorcetual]

yoki being like dead but not dead is so interesting btw like . is he only alive because of the bug . hes stuck in a timeloop too . i love that u keep it vague but also somewhat like dropped a lot of hints and info because i feel like im putting red strings on a conspiracy board type of deal . why is pastex guving me brainworms (its from how enthusiastically u talk abt it) getting a good grade in hyping up friends ocs . something normal to want and maybe possible to achieve . what if i expldoe waoygh

HE GETS PUT IN TWO TIMELOOPS ACTUALLY !! the main one I have to keep a secret but the mini one is fine to talk abt

So yk how Koro is a ripoff of Rokos Basilisk? [<- for ppl who dont know it was a thought experiment where like. Imagine theres a benevolent AI that wants to ad has the capacity to give humanity a heaven on earth, BUT the catch is that anyone who knew abt the possibility of it and didnt start working on it qould be tortured for eternity] Well at one point Koro gets semi-completed and atp Yoki had defected from Koro (<- only took him 500 years....) so obv he was one of the ppl to be tortured.

WELL, Yoki gets trapped in the torture labyrinth (literally) and lives in a one-week loop. He's in it for what is to him about 300 years, which atp bevomes torture- there was no major trauma Yomi had that would effect him, not in the way Day and Ishawuu have at least. A major facet of Yoki's character is that he just deals with it. The REASON he got through the 100 years of being trapped under debris, the reason he continues to serve Koro despite no considerable reward for it, the reason he put up with everything is becaise he has shut himself off. He is a co soderably less emotional person than Day or Ish in the first place, so he has just. stopped caring about anything.

So unlike Ishawuu, with a clearly defined and debilitating fear, or Day, with a very prevolent trauma to go off of, Yoki couldn't me tortured like that. But the one thing that gets to him, the thing that turned him into the husk he is now, is isolation. Living in a very plain but clesrly looping world gets to you. It's almost another form of white room torture. There comes a time that theres just nothing keft for you to do but go insane.

[topoeiaz]

Chapter 1: From Me to You I'd Love to See Me From Your Point of View (HP) Tom Riddle x OC

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Mid-June, 1943, Hogwarts found itself housing multiple petrified students, one of whom was named Myrtle Warren. The cause of her near-demise had been the bare eyes of Slytherin’s basilisk, who had met Warren’s eyes under the hissed order from its current master.

Tom Riddle had not expected someone to be in the room when he decided to call on the serpent as a glance to the bathroom stalls had told him that none were occupied. As it had turned out, the one stall that was in use had been warded and charmed to contain the caster’s sobs and imitate the next stall’s appearance of unuse. Warren had always been a studious girl, striving to represent her house of eagles ever since her sorting ceremony. Her unfortunate constant as a victim of bullying meant that she knew certain tips that would help evade her tormentors. Hence, her precautionary spells to the stall she had turned to for comfort. It was just unfortunate that this had led to an unwelcomed ordeal.

The click of a door and a feminine voice calling out had Tom panicked. In that split second, he had to quickly come up with an escape route, and what better than to get rid of the witness to his schemes? After all, dead men tell no tales. The basilisk obeyed his rash decision easily and looked straight ahead at the trembling girl. However, graced by Magic, it seemed, the room suddenly lit up in blue and an almost-translucent creature passed by its vision just as Warren locked her eyes with the serpent. Having exposed to its fatal eyes indirectly, the third-year did not collapse lifelessly and instead, stilled in her spot, eyes wide with surprise clear on her face.

Setting the situation with Warren aside for the meantime, both, Tom and the basilisk, turned to regard the glowing newcomer who was now looping in the air to reduce its momentum to a slow pace. As it drew closer to the flabbergasted pair, Tom managed to make out its feline form in all its regalia; whether it was a leopard or a panther – or whatever else, really – he wasn’t well-versed enough in the topic to pinpoint its species.

Now standing only an arm’s reach away from him, he noticed that it was holding onto something oddly shaped with its mouth. It jutted its chin out and he tentatively placed a hand out which seemed to be the correct thing to do as it then leaned in to drop the object onto his palm. Upon closer inspection, the – gift? – turned out to be a paper crane, and its imperfect folds and creases told him that the person behind all this unexpected confusion had manually crafted it. A glance to the big cat showed its patient eyes looking right back at him and he surmised that it wanted him to do something with the paper.

With narrowed eyes, he aimlessly unfolded the crane into a piece of square paper, each step exposing the ink on it which eventually revealed to be words:

               Restricted Section, Shelf 23, Title: Soul Maintenance

Satisfied with Tom’s actions, the patronus chuffed out lightly and stepped back. He watched in hidden awe as it pranced into the air and took speed in leaving the room, back where it came from – that is, through the wall. The light blue tint to the room vanished along with the stranger and Tom paused for a moment to process his current predicament.

“Master. The girl.”

The hissing snapped him out of his thoughts and his gaze fell onto the unmoving student. Filing away the memories of the patronus and the book recommendation to further examine later, he sighed as he considered ways to deal with Warren. Using an Unforgiveable to kill her off would undoubtedly raise alarm in the Hogwarts magical wards so that was out of the question. There were ways he could take her defenceless life and stage the scene to imitate an accident, but one misstep would make the perpetrator traceable and he couldn’t risk that. Perhaps now was the time to take advantage of Rubeus Hagrid’s secret pet and pin the crimes onto the unsuspecting Gryffindor. The petrification aspect could be explained by the venom of the Acromantula after all.

Tom gave himself a moment to fully foolproof the plan, giving his serpent partner the order to lie low as usual in the chamber. A solid plan, he decided. First and foremost, he needed to obliviate Warren. Set on his task, he ignored her unrelated memories and focussed only on the ones he needed. It wasn’t until dinner that day that he learned of his victim’s name.

It was a solemn meal that night. Headmaster Armando Dippet had explained the situation and shared that the aurors have been dispatched to investigate the incidents of the petrification of the student body. Aside from acting to blend in amongst the crowd’s surprise and fear, Tom paid half his attention to Dippet and gave subtle glances around the hall in hopes to catch a hint of the caster behind the patronus charm earlier. Whoever it was, however, seemed to have their guard up and Tom left dinner just as clueless of their identity as ever.

Back at the Slytherin Common Room, under the privacy of a ward, Tom reassured his circle of friends that the investigation would not give away their involvement in the situation. They shared his bafflement when he told them of the mysterious interruption and their letter, none of them any wiser of the possible suspect, to his dismay.

He had borrowed the book that the note had named earlier that day, making use of the Restriction Section pass that Professor Horace Slughorn had entrusted him with. The subject of the book gave him an inkling that whoever the author of the note was, they seemed to have clocked onto his interest in Horcruxes. That was a terrifying thought and there was now a dreaded possibility that they would divulge his secret.

And so, he added another point to his to-do list: prepare a defence for a confrontation of his fascination with the Dark Arts.

The odd thing behind this entire event, besides the mysterious person seemingly knowing his plans, was their willingness to keep his secrets. True, the timing of the patronus and Warren’s situation could have been a mere coincidence, but he didn’t like to leave things up to happenstance. There was now an unknown variable in his plans and so, he had to disappointingly put them on a pause. Their existence was throwing him into a spiral and he could already feel his head hurting. He was never a fan of uncertainty and this prolonged enforced vigilance was already tiring. Magic on his side, however, it wasn’t long before he came to learn of their identity.

June passed by without any more petrification incidents. The culprit behind the victims’ unfortunate situations had been caught about a week after the fateful day and words spread that Hogwarts had Tom to thank for. Tom’s plan a success, Hagrid was apprehended for the crime, citing that his Acromantula had been the cause of the students’ petrified state and that he would be expelled from Hogwarts for the danger he had brought upon the school.

The semester ended on that note and soon enough, the students were boarding the train back to London.

Paying half a mind to the chatter of his friends around him, Tom spent most of the ride with his eyes trained on his book. His thoughts occasionally wandered to the patronus that he had been graced to see in close distance. The Patronus Charm was a highly advanced magic that many schools had apparently decided was too difficult to bother including it in the syllabus. As far as he knew, only some Hogwarts staffs were capable of such magic and they were high on the list of suspects he had considered. To be able to maintain their patronus for a long period of time and have it understand its caster enough to pass on a physical message to someone, he wondered just how powerful the big cat patronus’ caster was.

Bemusement was significant that day when he had met the feline, so it was only afterwards when he had a chance to look back on the occurrence that he had felt the patronus’ effect. It was subtle as he only had his subconscious memory to rely on, but the feeling of calmness had definitely touched him. In hindsight, perhaps that was why he had even bothered to entertain the situation and pay heed to the patronus without losing his total cool. The patronus wasn’t his so it felt odd to feel emotions beside his own. It was weird enough that that was possible to experience – how exactly do you explain feeling another set of emotions that wasn’t yours? Accompanying the peace was elation and pleasantness, and he felt a twinge of bitterness when they felt unfamiliar to him. There was a reason why he could never manage even a wisp of Patronus magic.

Now, as the train slowed down to a stop at King’s Cross Station, he was reminded of the poised figure that stood proudly in that dingy bathroom; the way it emitted the faint but distinct glow onto the room and the rush of magical energy that made up its being. The beauty that Magic was capable of had never failed to impress him and it disgruntled him that the traditions that had shaped Magic into what it was now were being taken away to incorporate more muggle ones. Gone, were the cultures that celebrated Magic.

Clearing his thoughts to ground himself back into reality, he grabbed his belongings and made his way out of the train. Just before he could bid his friends goodbye on the platform, he heard a call of his name. All nearby heads turned to see a girl approaching Tom with an unfailing bright expression, a plain paper bag in hand. This was a familiar sight to many; a girl seeking out Tom with a confession of love, only to receive a – feigned – empathetic rejection from the boy. He could almost feel the pitying gazes around them and yet, the nearing girl didn’t let that deter her.

Despite the absence of her trunk, Tom recognised her to be a student. It’d be slightly concerning if he didn’t, seeing as they have had multiple classes together throughout the past five years. They had never shared a conversation together, however, apart from the quick greetings when they would recognise each other. Theana Grace was friendly enough of a year mate.

Mirroring Thea’s cordial smile, Tom greeted her equally once she had stopped in front of him. “Grace. How can I help you?” He had no doubts that stories of his rejections have made its way throughout his year so, giving credit where credit was due, he applauded her unwavering confidence.

Except, the expected confession did not leave her lips.

“It’s been a while since then but I do hope that Pinky left a good impression on you.”

He had a quick flashback to the bathroom incident with how unexpectedly confused she had rendered him and he simply blinked at her. “I’m sorry- Pinky?”

“Oh! My panther, I mean.”

His lips parted in surprise and his mind halted at her revelation. There was no mistaking which panther she meant and that was two questions answered. One, the identity of the reason behind his unrest this past couple of days; and two, what breed of cat the patronus was.

With these two thoughts ramping up in his brain, he couldn’t have possibly confronted Thea with her actions at this moment, in public, so he settled onto the next quick thing he could think of. “I was unsure if it was a leopard or a panther.”

Amusement widened her grin and she held back a chuckle at seeing Tom with his mind in chaos. Years of examining him unnoticeably in school meant that she could pick up on the tiny tell-tale signs of his inner voice.

“I’m no expert in animals either but I’m fairly sure they’re the same breed.”

“Oh.” It wasn’t often that Tom felt stupefied.

Deciding to cut him some slack, Thea decided to skip the small talk. “As for why I’m here, I’ve got a gift for you.”

She brought her paper bag up and extended it to him, who, in his stupor, accepted it with only little hesitation. He was beginning to theorise that a patronus reflected their caster, in which, both of them had done a great job at catching him off-guard.

“What…”

“I thought you might like these titles so I’ve picked a couple out.” She glanced away for a moment to the station’s clock and he felt urgency when he knew what was coming. Before he could speak, however, she was quick to continue. “Sorry, I’ve got someone waiting for me so I should head home now. I’ll see you next semester?”

“Wait-”

She took a step back and he unknowingly followed after her with a foot forward. Her apologetic look was enough to wrap up their talk and he reluctantly sighed in defeat. “I’ll see you then, Grace.”

With a final bid of goodbye, she turned away and he watched as she made her way to the designated floo system in the station. A rage of green flames, and she was gone. As if she had taken his sense of calmness away with her, he felt frustration settle in his bones when it clicked in his brain that he would have to spend two months without a way to appease the curiosity in him about her purpose.

Ignoring the way some onlookers were gaping at him – they couldn’t hear their conversation so all they had seen was Tom seemingly trying to stop Thea from leaving – he acknowledged his friends’ puzzlement with a simple, “that’s our mystery patronus person.”

More surprise, understandably so.

None of the boys had ever talked about her, him included, so he had no hope that any of them knew anything about Thea. That would change come next semester, he promised. But for now, he had a gift to unwrap.

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[beannary]

You should totally give us some more Trollhunters thoughts cause that would be so insanely cool and sexy of you please please please please ple-

so this little drabble i wrote when I was taking an anthropology course called ritual and religious actions and we were learning a lot about you know rituals and religious actions and it got me thinking about how douxie experienced cultural change over the centuries

Now as much as Hisirdoux loves humanity’s propensity for change, it can also be quite frustrating at times. The world that Hisirdoux grew up with existed so far in the past that even the most devoted of historians only have the vaguest impressions of the life he once knew. It’s an incredibly lonely and isolating experience, one he would never wish upon another human being. It’s even more frustrating considering he never even realizes changes are happening until he’s standing in a world that’s completely foreign to him. 

Take weddings for example. What seems like just a few years ago to him, weddings were modest affairs only taking a week or so to arrange and only involving the closest of friends and family. He’s not sure when that changed exactly but oh boy did it change. Hisirdoux was invited to a wedding not too long ago, by a coworker no less, which already threw him for a loop. But the ostentatious white dress, luxurious cake, multiple course meals, the fanciful decorations, followed by hours upon hours of dancing and partying long into the night truly made him feel like an outsider. 

Now he can see the connecting threads between how cultural traditions change. At the end of the day whether a wedding is planned in a week or months and years in advance they serve the same purpose in the end. To transition between the life stages of being single to being married, while also serving as a completion of the engagement period. Basically he understands that what he was invited to is a wedding, and he understands how it is a wedding, but he has no idea why it has changed so drastically. 

It’s frustrating to say the least, but there’s not much he can truly do about it. He doesn’t have the patience to academically analyze history in order to understand why humanity is the way it is. Besides, he’d much rather focus on the future rather than risking getting stuck in the past. 

Hisirdoux does try to keep up with cultural trends, he really does. But sometimes you use up too much magic trying to vanquish a basilisk, end up sleeping off the magical exhaustion for 30 years and miss Columbus ‘discovering’ America. So yeah, sometimes he misses things.

It hasn’t been a problem until recently, when he started interacting with non-wizards or witches on a more regular basis. Before he was forcibly adopted by a group of traumatized teens, Hisirdoux’s only real friends were Archie and Zoe. And even then Archie isn’t even human so it’s not like he even gets anything about human cultural traditions, and Zoe is in the exact same situation that he is in. If one of them accidentally uses outdated slang or whatever, chances are that neither of them will notice.

That is distinctly not the case whenever he is interacting with team Trollhunters, or even their parents. It makes him feel like an old man, which he is not, thank you very much. He will forever be 19 years old, give or take a few centuries, and no amount of outdated references will change that.