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The Shadows of Our Love |8|

Chapter 8 | In the Shadow of Promises

Pair: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary: The aftermath of Y/n confronting Sebastian

Warnings: Language, Violence, mentions of death, grief, depressive thoughts

Word Count: 3.9k

none of the art is mine, all credit to their creators

Chapter 7 - Series Masterlist - Navi - Chapter 9

Poppy was the only one you could bring yourself to speak to after the confrontation with Sebastian. You were full of anger, and rage that couldn't be contained for the happiness of others. You weren't in the mood for Garreth's jokes, or Imelda's musing on quidditch, nor Natty (though she was one of the few exceptions to the people you could stand to be around you in this state). Poppy was too sweet to contaminate her with your bad attitude, poor Ominis took the brunt of your sourness willingly- he insisted to look after you no matter how much you snarked at him.

You were thankful that it was only one class that you were partnered up with Sebastian. Though you had many classes with him, you had the company of at least one of your friends in them.

Defense Against the Dark Arts; what was once your favorite subject, had become a heavy existence in your life. You drudged your way along the halls every time, taking the long way every time, even if it meant you were going to be late.

Tension and silence was the only thing between you and Sebastian now. You finally knew the truth, he wanted nothing to do with you, you had been a pawn in his game of life. That was all you were to him, this whole summer you spent concerned for his well-being while you were barely an afterthought after your last meeting with him.

Something dark brewed in your heart with that realization. You swore to Ominis that you would renounce dark magic, but it was the sole thing that fueled you to fight rather than drown in the depression of your life.

Fury was your friend at the moment, as denial was in your past, you went through the five stages of grief. In trying to get over the death of Professor Fig and Lodgok, the guilt of what happened with Solomon Sallow and not actually saving Anne. You were famously known as the Hero of Hogwarts but you didn't feel very hero-like with all that you've done.

Now your friendship with Sebastian. He, who had never lied to you, no matter how dark the topic. He made you comfortable, treated you as if you had been friends for years, he made you feel safe the way he protected you from danger even though you both knew that you overpowered him.

It was all a part of his plan, and now the Poachers and Ashwinders had to face your wrath as you snuck out of the castle every other night to let out some steam.

You came back from a run-in with some trackers, they found kneazles- two of them- the dark wizards injured their legs so that they would be able to run. In fighting the trackers you had used the cruciatous curse with little regret, you wished you would've been able to find the restraint not to use an unforgivable but their taunts had got your head.

You used the Floo Flames to bring you back to the castle and into the room of requirement, it was late in the evening, and Deek had probably just left. You conjured up a long table, gently taking each kneazle out, easing them onto the table. A sudden flash came from the Forest Vivarium, your heart was still racing from the rescue that you didn't even flinch. You knew that you had given her access and shown Poppy the room, she had the habit of showing up unannounced.

You heard her gasp at the sight, "What happened?"

"What do you think?" You murmured as you gathered the herbs you needed to heal the animals and ground up the ingredients to a paste. "Found them near the valley."

She reached out her hand to take the mortar and pestle from you, "Here, let me."

You let her take over while you folded up the sleeves of your uniform shirt. You didn't bother to change before you went out. When she finished, you performed a cleansing charm that made the blood that stained their fur disappear, Poppy pet each Kneazle when it was their turn for you to rub the paste onto their wound and wrap it.

You didn't bother putting them in the Vivarium just yet, the others in the home were quite the characters and you didn't know how they'd react to injured newcomers. You flicked your wand making the table disapparate into nothingness, and once again to clean the blood from your shirt.

All of a sudden, everything came crashing down on you, tears came falling onto your cheeks and a sob escaped your mouth. You covered it with the back of your hand but it was still heard, the Hufflepuff that was loving on the cat-like creatures came up to you and placed her hand on your back. She rubbed smooth circles and guided you to the couch in the corner that you had designated a social area.

You hid your face in your hands, as your wails came out most painfully. You couldn't remember the last time you had cried like this, it was embarrassing, you didn't like to cry in front of people and this was the worst of it.

You didn't know if you were being sensitive or you had drained yourself to the point where not even ancient magic could expel what needed to be released.

Poppy stayed beside you in silent support, eyeing you carefully as you pulled yourself together.

"Apologies, Poppy, I did not mean for you to see me in this light." You conjured a box of tissues and wiped away the wetness of your soaked cheeks.

Poppy tutted, "Apology not accepted, as there is nothing to apologize for Y/n. It's alright for you to let it out this way, healthier even."

You let out a laugh that half sounded like a sob, and your eyes burned from the hydration they now lacked. "I suppose you're right."

"Do you mind my asking- and I don't mean to pry, I just want to help. What brought this on?" Poppy asked you softly.

"I miss him," You sigh. She had a puzzled expression and tilted her head in question. It pained you to admit this but it was Poppy- "Sebastian, Professor Fig. I don't regret helping all the people I did but if only I came to school as a normal student. Fig would still be alive, Sebastian and I could've been genuine friends, and I wouldn't feel like an imposter."

"An imposter?" Her tone sounded almost offended. "You saved everyone, all of us, everybody in this school, and the whole wizarding world owe you a big thank you. There was no one else that could have defeated Ranrok, if you hadn't we would be having a completely different conversation right now."

"You don't know what I've done, Poppy," I shake my head in denial. So much death, the monsters were monsters but the people- dark wizard or no- you relived all of them in your nightmares. The green curse shooting out of your wand, the light in their eyes (no matter how much of a maniac they were) was gone.

"And I don't need to know, you did what you thought you had to and anyone who's anyone would agree," She spoke stubbornly and with purpose. "Professor Fig wouldn't want you to linger on his death, he would want you to live. As for Sebastian, he's not being himself, everyone can see that. You were all he would talk about last year, would not shut up about you, and I was only his Charms partner."

You knew the true reason why he was so interested, everyone had heard about the dragon incident- the reason why you were late to the sorting ceremony. You had beaten him in DADA, beat a troll with your ancient magic right in front of him- of course, he'd be fascinated by the new girl who had crazy powers. He was desperate to find a cure and you unintentionally proved that you could be worthy enough to help him.

"He had his reasons for that I'm sure."

"You're not thinking clearly, Y/n."

"No, Poppy I am, he admitted it to me after quidditch tryouts. He only wanted me for my powers so that I could help him with Anne, as I'm sure you've noticed we haven't been speaking."

"It's like you're ignoring what I just said- he is not himself!" Poppy's sweet voice had turned annoyed. "Believe what you want, but that boy did not just want to use you. I may have been a beast freak for most of my years here, but I've gone out of my shell long enough to notice that Sebastian Sallow never takes an interest in anyone, not even if they could be used for his benefit."

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You had run the conversation that you had with Poppy through your head so many times it made your head ache. It could have been that or the crying, whatever it was, it had distracted your mind so much that you went through your classes all day, and not a word your professors said had processed in your brain. At dinner, you sat by yourself at the very end of the table, close to the doors as you had for the whole of last week.

Your owl, Athena, had almost dropped a letter into your food. She always had an attitude when giving you owls at certain times, as if she had better things to do than deliver your correspondence.

You finish your plate with one last bite before tearing it open and reading it, it was from Ominis, inviting you to the Undercroft. You debated going, you've put him through several trials these past few days, it was a surprise to have gotten a letter about wanting to see you. Everyone thought it was best to walk on eggshells around you.

You left the Great Hall and walked to the Defense against the Dark Arts Tower where the undercroft was located, looking around to see if anyone was around before using the spell that was needed to unlock it.

He sat on the velvet green settee that was conjured not long after the desk was and was put in front of the portrait. His back was to you but you had no doubt he knew you were there.

"Good Evening, Ominis" You announced yourself with your greeting. You carefully avoided bumping into the coffee table placed at the center between the portrait and the couch, you sat on one of the chairs that matched the other parallel from it.

"Good Evening, Y/n, no new hideous attempts at a shortening of my name?" He took a sip of the tea he was drinking, letting the cup clink in its saucer.

You withheld a smile and shook your head, "Not today. I believe an apology is in order."

His spine straightened, "Go on."

"I'm sorry I've been a terror with my moods as of late, I have gone through something of an existential crisis but I am better now." You swallowed your pride in what you were about to admit, "I want to thank you for putting up with it."

"Apology accepted," He nodded his head once and added, "It is also accepted in the payment of your Charms notes. Dealing with your treacherous moods is quite taxing."

"You tricky bastard," You tutted with three clicks of your tongue on the roof of your mouth. "Here I was seeking your forgiveness through a heartfelt apology like a dolt and you were just playing me as a fool. What happened to wanting to study the material given to you?"

"That was then, this is now."

You snorted, "Right, well, I'll owl them to you later, I don't have them with me."

"Perfect," He mused.

A steaming pot of tea poofed onto the table in front of you along with a teacup and plate in the same pattern as Ominis', your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You performed a charm that made the pot of tea pour into the teacup without spilling, using your wand to float the saucer to you.

"May I suggest something?"

You took your first sip of the scalding hot tea, "Depends."

"I've heard of your late-night escapades and before you say anything- no, I will not be informing the Head of house. I only wish to suggest an alternative."

"Go on," You repeated the words Ominis used earlier. Relief fills the small bit of panic that washed over you.

"I am allowing you to use the Undercroft at your disposal, it is enchanted to be mostly anything proof, whatever you do in the woods at night can be done in here. You need not put yourself in danger, you can practice your magic at whatever capacity you wish."

You thought about it briefly; it would be nice not to have to move your beasts in and out of their vivariums every time you needed to let out your ancient magic. You could bring in training dummies and use this as your arena, if what Ominis said was true, you could use this to your advantage. The only thing that kept you from accepting Ominis' offer was Sebastian, he was the one who showed you the Undercroft in the first place. This was a space he often occupied and you wouldn't be caught dead in the same room with him without another person in the room to keep you from hexing him til he could no longer think of ways to insult you with his mere existence.

"If you're worried about him, I'll make sure he's not here when you are."

"You cannot possibly be sure of that Ominis," You scoffed. "And stay out of my head."

"I don't have to be in your head to sense the one reason why you would be hesitant, you have my word that I will ensure you are comfortable and safe while you practice your magic here."

Sebastian was unpredictable and stubborn, you weren't a hundred percent confident that Ominis would be able to keep him from the Undercroft but it was his family's secret place and perhaps he could find a way to keep Sebastian away.

"Fine," You extended your teacup to his, giving it a little clink to seal the deal.

Ominis had a hint of a smile on his face, "On another note, my family has been pestering me nonstop with their letters."

"What about?" You edged onto your seat inquisitively. As far as you knew from what He-who-shall-not-be-named told you, Ominis didn't care for his family because of their ideals and what they put him through as a child, you weren't sure how they felt about their son exactly but if they were sending him letters you suppose they couldn't have disowned him. They had no reason to if you really thought about it, they were simply estranged.

"I can't say that I know what their reasoning is, only that I have no interest in speaking to them."

"Perhaps you could read what they have to say, you don't even have to bother with a response."

"Perhaps."

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You spent the rest of the evening in deep conversation with Ominis about the latest gossip around school and how classes were going until you both saw the time and noticed that prefects were going to be doing their rounds soon. You walked with Ominis to the common room and got dressed in your dorm using the disillusionment spell to sneak out of the castle.

Throughout this week you've been following a lead on the people Sirona warned you about. You haven't noticed anything new; the masks were targeting specific witches and wizards and were using incredibly powerful dark magic. Your workload in your late-night missions had been piled on by Ranrok Loyalists that were on the loose. While you still shut down poacher camps and tracked down the masked figures, now you had to add Goblins to the list whenever you came across them.

They had a heavy vendetta against you specifically, not a surprise there, thankfully you had plenty of experience in beating them and you didn't struggle half as much as you did when fighting the unnamed masked wizards.

You spotted them in lower hogsfield ganging up on a family of five. The mother clutched onto her children with tears in her eyes as the father bravely stood in front, he was being shot at by multiple different wands. You shot out lightning from your wand, bringing it down on the terrorizers. The mother cried out to her husband who hadn't moved from his place on the ground.

The lightning had distracted most of them and caught your attention, leaving the woman with her children to run away.

You pushed and fought as you always did, as you were doing right now. They relentlessly shot curses at you, stinging jinxes and even the killing curse when they got tired of you. You had dodged each one with strenuous effort, they never hesitated, they were quick and never seemed to tire. Their form was impeccable and flawless, even when fighting you and trying to go for their targets they never faltered, they looked as if they were dancing a waltz.

The sight of the family had made your heart hurt, it urged you to continue, to fight til your last breath if you had to. They had to flee, to leave their father, her husband on the ground with his green eyes still open.

You were never quick on your feet, you had gotten into the habit of it last year, then again last year you had a teacher who would correct your form and encourage you to perform better with each cast.

As you ducked in time for the cruciatous curse to miss you, you cast expelliarmus, and protego to protect yourself against another spell sent your way, you didn't notice in time one of the masked figures had levitated you and brought you to them.

"You've been such a nuisance," By their voice they were male, what age you couldn't tell but they were tall you were currently taller as you were hovering over him. His hand was wrapped around your neck, squeezing with each word. "Such power, wasted."

You tightened your grip on your wand, you had been building up your ancient magic until you knew you couldn't fight them off. That was your tactic for most of your fights with them, each time it had them running off.

You felt the hum of the blue tendrils that traveled from your wand and up your arm, his eyes narrowed and whatever he saw in your face made him drop the levitation spell on you. And shout at the others, ordering them to get as far away from you as possible. It was too late, you formed a sphere of magic in your hands before letting out a ring of power that knocked them all to the ground.

Your victory was short-lived as you exhaled in relief you felt the familiar agony of the cruciatous curse. You fell onto your back with a scream stuck in the back of your throat, you saw them leave the scene, you were abandoned in a field in lower hogsfield. Your body was writhing in pain, long after the curse had worn off your body twitched. Each twitch brought an extra sting to the open wounds from the slices you weren't able to avoid and with no Wiggenwelds on you, you winced with every step to the nearest floo flame.

Everything went dark.

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When you woke up there were eight pairs of eyes staring down at you. The pain you had before was gone and you were left with an ache. The children that were staring down at you when you awoke now scattered to find their mother who was at the fireplace to the right of you, you were on the couch.

You propped yourself up on your elbows before starting to sit up fully, the woman from earlier had stood from her crouched position and tsked. She helped you sit against the back of the couch, she flicked her wand to bring a bowl of hot soup to your lap.

"Here, please eat," She insisted.

You glanced at the bowl and her, her eyes were swollen from crying, she was probably in her early thirties but could pass off being in her mid-twenties. You ruled out her age by the sight of her kids, the oldest looking around eight years old. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you for saving us..."

You gave her a weak smile, "Y/n."

"Y/n," The smile she gave back was wobbly and she was in tears. "Oh, thank you."

You set aside the bowl on the table to your right, "I'm sorry..."

"Mary, Mary Osterfield," She sniffed.

"Mary, I'm sorry I couldn't save your husband," You couldn't help the stinging in your eyes. You weren't sure those were the right words to say, but you said them anyway, if you had gotten there in time maybe there would have been a chance where you could have.

She held an incredulous look, "No, no you are just a child, George- he, I know he was grateful you showed up when you did. I cannot thank you enough, if it wasn't for you, we would have been dead." Mary whispered the last part to you with her shaky voice.

I nod in understanding, "Do you know why they were attacking you?"

"I've heard the rumors of the masked hunters, at least that's what I think they are called, others have called them The Reapers of Death." She shuddered, "My neighbor Lydia was murdered by one of them just last week, her entire family with her. I can't imagine what would have happened if you hadn't shown up, but my dear George."

She sobbed, and in her state, you cried with her, she held onto her kids who also cried along. "Missus-" The littlest one asked, she was around four "-Do you think the scary monsters would come back for us?"

"No," You stuttered. You had no clue, you didn't want to lie but the little girl had stared up at you with the same green eyes that stared into yours when it was on the ground. "No, they won't."

"Promise?"

You felt like you were going to throw up, "Promise."

Mary told them to go play upstairs while you two talked, when they left the room she mouthed the words thank you, and whispered as she fed you all that she knew. "George had thoughts on who those people are, who they were targeting, and the ministry possibly going after those who hadn't complied with the law. It didn't make any sense to me, if you ask me, from all that I've heard- the one thing everyone they have attacked has in common is that they are all muggle-born."

"Muggle-borns?"

"George had a muggle mother and father, Lydia as well, the others who died were also from the muggle world." Her head shook, "I can't begin to describe the horrors I've heard about them."

You sat there and listened, all the details of the tortures the hamlets have been going through, entire families were killed one-by-one by these 'Reapers of Death', you needed to write a letter to the ministry. It would be an informative and anonymous address to Officer Singer, pleading with her to help- to send aid, anything.

You only hoped that you could hold the promise you made to Mary's daughter.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year

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Ireland's privacy regulator is a gamekeeper-turned-poacher

This Saturday (May 20), I’ll be at the GAITHERSBURG Book Festival with my novel Red Team Blues; then on May 22, I’m keynoting Public Knowledge’s Emerging Tech conference in DC.

On May 23, I’ll be in TORONTO for a book launch that’s part of WEPFest, a benefit for the West End Phoenix, onstage with Dave Bidini (The Rheostatics), Ron Diebert (Citizen Lab) and the whistleblower Dr Nancy Olivieri.

When the EU passed its landmark General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR), it seemed like a privacy miracle. Despite the most aggressive lobbying Europe had ever seen, 500 million Europeans were now guaranteed a digital private life. Could this really be?

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Well, yes…and no. Despite flaws (Right to Be Forgotten), the GDPR has strong, well-crafted, badly needed privacy protections. But to get those protections, Europeans need their privacy regulators to enforce the rules.

That’s where the GDPR miracle founders. Europe includes several tax-havens — Malta, Cyprus, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Ireland — that compete to offer the most favorable terms to international corporations and other criminals. For these havens, paying little to no tax is just table-stakes. As these countries vie to sell themselves out to giant companies, they compete to offer a favorable regulatory environment, insulating companies from lawsuits over corruption, labor abuses and other crimes.

All of this is made possible — and even encouraged — by the design of European federalism, which lets companies easily shift which flag of convenience they fly. Once a company re-homes in a country, it can force Europeans across the union to seek justice in that country’s courts, under the looming threat that the company will up sticks for another haven if the law doesn’t bend over backwards to protect corporate citizens from the grievances of flesh-and-blood humans.

Big Tech’s most aggressive privacy invaders have long flown Irish flags. Ireland is “headquarters” to Google, Meta, Tinder, Apple, Airbnb, Yahoo and many other tech companies. In exchange for locating a handful of jobs to Ireland, these companies are allowed to maintain the pretense that their global earnings are afloat in the Irish Sea, in a state of perfect, untaxable grace.

That cozy relationship meant that the US tech giants were well-situated to sabotage Ireland’s privacy regulator, who would be the first port of call for Europeans whose privacy had been violated by American firms. For many years, it’s been obvious that the Irish Data Protection Commission was a sleeping watchdog, with infinite tolerance for the companies that pretend to make Ireland their homes. 87% of Irish data protection claims involve just eight giant US companies (that pretend to be Irish).

But among for hardened GDPR warriors, the real extent of the Data Protection Commissioner’s uselessness is genuinely shocking. A new report from the Irish Council for Civil Liberties reveals that the DPC isn’t merely tolerant of privacy crimes, they’re gamekeepers turned poachers, active collaborators in privacy abuse:

https://www.iccl.ie/wp-content/uploads/2023/05/5-years-GDPR-crisis.pdf

The report’s headline figure really tells the story: the European Data Protection Board — which oversees Ireland’s DPC — overturns the Irish regulator’s judgments 75% of the time. It’s actually worse than it appears: that figure only includes appeals of the DPC’s enforcement actions, where the DPC bestirred itself to put on trousers and show up for work to investigate a privacy claim, only to find that the corporation was utterly blameless.

But the DPC almost never takes enforcement actions. Instead, the regulator remains in its pajamas, watching cartoons and eating breakfast cereal, and offers an “amicable resolution” (that is, a settlement) to the accused company. 83% of the cases brought before the DPC are settled with an “amicable resolution.”

Corporations can bargain for multiple, consecutive amicable resolutions, allowing them to repeatedly break the law and treat the fines — which they negotiate themselves — as part of the price of doing business.

This is illegal. European law demands that cases that involve repeat offenders, or that are likely to affect many people, must be fully investigated.

Ireland’s government has stonewalled on calls for an independent review of the DPC. The DPC continues to abet lawlessness, allowing corporations to use privacy invasive techniques for surveillance, discrimination and manipulation. In 2022, the DPC concluded 64% of its cases with mere reprimands — not even a slap on the wrist.

Meanwhile, the DPC trails the EU in issuing “compliance orders” — which directly regulate the conduct of privacy-invading companies — only issuing 49 such orders in the past 4.5 years. The DPC has only issues 28 of the GDPR’s “one-stop-shop” fines.

The EU has 26 other national privacy regulators, but under the GDPR, they aren’t allowed to act until the DPC delivers its draft decisions. The DPC is lavishly funded, with a budget in the EU’s top five, but all that money gets pissed up against a wall, with inaction ruling the day.

Despite the collusion between the tech giants and the Irish state, time is running out for America’s surveillance-crazed tech monopolists. The GDPR does allow Europeans to challenge the DPR’s do-nothing rulings in European court, after a long, meandering process. That process is finally bearing fruit: in 2021, Johnny Ryan and the Irish Council for Civil Liberties brought a case in Germany against the ad-tech lobby group IAB:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/16/inside-the-clock-tower/#inference

And the activist Max Schrems and the group NOYB brought a case against Google in Austria:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/05/15/out-here-everything-hurts/#noyb

But Europeans should not have to drag tech giants out of Ireland to get justice. It’s long past time for the EU to force Ireland to clean up its act. The EU Commission is set to publish a proposal on how to reform Ireland’s DPA, but more muscular action is needed. In the new report, the Irish Council For Civil Liberties calls on the European Commissioner for Justice, Didier Reynders, to treat this issue with the urgency and seriousness that it warrants. As the ICCL says, “the EU can not be a regulatory superpower unless it enforces its own laws.”

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quinloki · 6 months

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Man I love dark content and I love the monster otter reader but most of the dark stuff I think of for them just makes me sad lmao 😭 so here's something darker with a happy ending. Imagine they're escaping poachers/fur traders specifically. Regular otters were nearly hunted to extinction for their pelts, imagine the price you'd get from a giant monster otter hybrid. Also, we touched on them potentially getting pregnat, but what if they've already got a baby or two? Baby otter fur is especially downy and soft... They're captured for their fur, but the poachers decide to wait for the pups to get a little bigger to get more fur. The monster busts out. Unable to get out of their shackles or remove their implanted tracker, they've been swimming for ages, frequently having to dodge their pursuers when they're at the waters surface. Eventually they happen upon the Moby Dick. The ship is huge, but they're desperate- using the last of their energy to climb up the side with their claws and flop over onto the deck. The crew is on edge- giant fluffy monster just invited itself aboard after all- but it's not hard to see it isn't aggressive, and it's injured and exhausted. They're standing around them, trying to figure out what to do, when the strange cloth bundle they've got tied to them starts wriggling, and the world's fuzziest little baby plops out onto the deck, squeaking very indignantly. It's fur is all messed up and it's a little unsteady on its feet still, preferring to scamper around the legs of the crewmates while mama tries to muster the energy to scoop them back up. "Don’t... don't hurt her, please... we'll leave, we won't hurt anyone, I just need time..." and with that you pass out. Your pursuers are likely spotted but they probably aren't stupid enough to approach the Moby Dick. Everyone argues over baby sitting duty only for Marco/the nurses to scold them. Clearly both of these creatures need medical check-ups first, Thatch, we don't even know what their kind eat yet- where did you get that bottle. When has there been a baby on board where did you get that

"WHERE DID YOU GET THE BOTTLE" Has just been killing me XD

I love it

THATCH.

Thatch is like "There's some kinky MFers on this ship. I keep it with the pacifiers I clean for people whose names will remain anonymous."

Kink positive King Thatch doesn't snitch. He's more of a food in the bedroom kind of guy, but who's he to judge XD

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #anon asks #the reader is the monster

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sarnai4 · 6 months

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The Benjamins

I'm not sure why, but I started thinking about my favorite sibling trio (Dagur, Hiccup, and Heather) and then began thinking about them with money. This is sort of a combination of modern headcanons with in-universe and canon-based reasoning. So, without further ado...

Heather: She's decent with money. She has a stable job and pays for stuff on time. Her problem comes when she has projects. She gets lost in these and will go to a bunch of dangerous places her brothers have to get her out of...or she'll start going very deep into debt. Reasoning: Think of her when she was looking for Oswald. Oh my goodness, was she about to do anything and go anywhere. If she had money to spend, she would've hired private investigators, mercenaries to track down whoever might have killed him, a tracker to find him, etc. I mean, she actually went to just about the shadiest place all on her own (Johann doesn't count as backup) to do this and told nobody. Like father, like daughter with heading out alone. So, she'd normally be fine, but let her get obsessed with something and she is going to be on her way to debtor's prison until Dagur bails her out.

Hiccup: Horrible! His check is gone that same week. I don't even know if the bills are being paid first. Now, he's not doing this for selfish reasons. He's Hiccup, so Mr. Heroic is out saving endangered animals and stopping poachers; however, in doing so, he is using up every last resource at his disposal. Reasoning: All of "Last Auction Heroes." Our Berkian seriously put Berk's mortgage up for auction. Do you think he wouldn't use an actual mortgage to stop bad guys? He would probably be living under a bridge by now, but his brother and sister aren't going to let that happen. Still, it doesn't change that he doesn't really get the value of a dollar or how important it is to keep them (since he was very inactive in going to get Berk's gold back. Did we absolutely need a Gruffnut episode while everyone on Berk was broke?).

Dagur: I think this will surprise people, but I say he'd be great with it. As eccentric and everything else as he is, I think he'd be the person to go to if you had money problems. He's loaded, takes care of what needs to be paid, saves a lot, invests, etc. Everyone assumes he's going to spend it drinking or whatever, but it's one of the areas he's really responsible in. Reasoning: Berserker Island holds 50,000+ Vikings. Though they can trade, they probably need enough gold to cover them in case something happened. That means a teenager (in my headcanon since no age was officially given) was put in charge of a major estate and somehow didn't run them into the ground financially. Even later in RTTE, though he does this in a very evil way, he's all about making and keeping money. The Reaper has treasure? Let's go and have the Berkians run the risk of death as they retrieve it for us. The Dragon Eye could lead us to gold? Let's go and save money by killing Gustav who's leading us there. We could get new inventory with weapons? Cool, let's just kill the sellers, so we don't have to pay. I'm hoping he'd go about doing this in a more legal way in modern day, but you can see the groundwork is there for someone who knows how to get and hold onto money. PLUS, he was the one who found Berk's gold too, so he just is a money magnet. Good thing too because I don't know if Heather and Hiccup would be able to survive otherwise.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Heather #Hiccup #Dagur #Siblings forever #Modern headcanon #One of them needs to have a balance above 0 #Seriously can't decide yet if Dagur got his money ethically or not #Either way there's a lot of it

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ephemerasnape · 3 months

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Rookwood Gang in Photo Mode

Just uploaded about 500 new photo mode pics to the Rookwood Gang Repository.. Check them out, and don't forget to upload your own!

Here are some of my favorites. Once again, DR and Oswald require their own posts.

It's just me waiting on Oswald's bed for him...

When he tells you to wash up here after he ___ in you.

Come get your boy, @beany122. He's acting real sloppy.

So that's how it works.

Angus McLaggen (Ashwinder Executioner) Would have gotten more of him but I fell through the map just then.

What's a helpless little witch to do surrounded by big, strong, unscrupulous dark wizards?

I got a tracker in the house..

"Mom, can we keep him???"

H. Wm. Macnair (the "H" stands for "Howell.")

Just a goth girl doing goth girl shit (why they so big though?)

"This little crupmite will be the death of me."

There's way more where those came from here!

#photo mode #my screengrabs #poacher executioner #poacher stalker #poacher tracker #ephemera snape #hogwarts legacy #ashwinder scout #ashwinders #poachers #rookwood gang #hogwarts legacy mc #ashwinder executioner #angus mclaggen #mortimus ackerley #h wm macnair

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beany122 · 2 months

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Meme time babey

There is a voice line for dark wizard b that is basically this

I will not stop until the poacher Executioner baby girlification is complete

Animagus making sure you weren't petting other dogs wolfs? while you where away

Do you?

Love my old man <3

You get one Rookwood meme

These are the only pictures I have that I feel like deserve to be seen by more then the discord servers I'm in

Bye besties

I love that dead Stalker image so much lol

Edit: I just fucking noticed the typo in rookwoods meme😔😔I'm so fucking tired of this

#my post #hogwarts legacy #ashwinders #poachers #poacher stalker #poacher Animagus #poacher tracker #poacher Executioner #ashwinder soldier #victor rookwood #rookwood gang #hogwarts legacy meme #hl

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wwheeljack · 10 months

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#Hogwarts Legacy #Poacher Tracker #Poacher Stalker #Ashwinder Duellist #Ashwinder Soldier #Ashwinder Ranger #Poachers #Ashwinders #They have unique attack animations for when you get caught by a Ranger's attack then press the wrong key to break the Levioso/PT spell #And the Trackers say 'Incendio!' which is neat as they never voice their spells

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msftsn · 3 months

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THE RYDER FIVE .

in the sun-baked deserts of arizona and new mexico, the ryder 5 carved their name into the annals of outlaw history. these outlaws were no ordinary gang; they were the stuff of legend. together, the ryder 5 rode the devil’s herd—robbing banks, waylaying stagecoaches, and laughing in the face of the law.

their exploits echoed through canyons and whispered across campfires, immortalizing them as legends of the wild west, now, decades past the time of outlaws and the wild west the ryder five remain; not as gun - wielding outlaws but as the people "behind the scenes".

THE LEADER : buck ryder.

the enigmatic leader of the ryder five, buck ryder was a man of few words but swift action. his sun-weathered face bore the scars of countless gunfights, and his eyes held secrets deeper than the canyons. buck's code was simple: loyalty to the gang above all else. he rode with a purpose — to defy authority, protect the downtrodden, and leave his mark on the rugged landscape.

nowadays he remains as enigmatic as ever, only sharing with his fellow outlaws the story of his immortality, however a few decades ago he's founded his own company which skyrocketed well beyond his own belief, causing buck to become one of the richest people in the world. ironic, as he distributes his wealth to help those less fortunate, much like he would have done during the golden age of outlaws.

THE RIGHT HAND : mikhail "butch" fedotovskih

born in the heart of moscow, mikhail fled the tumult of the russian revolution, seeking refuge in the vast american west. his accent was thick, his eyes haunted by memories of st. petersburg’s snow-covered streets. but beneath that stoic exterior lay a fierce determination. butch earned his nickname for his no-nonsense approach to outlaw life. he didn’t waste words; he let his colt speak for him. mikhail’s loyalty to the gang was unwavering.

now, his accent remains, the only reminder of the gangs golden years as he travels in the name of buck; still his unwaveringly loyal right hand, taking over the duty of representing his closest comrade in arms. he remains a unwavering figure; except now his fight with the law is about the unfair treatment law enforcement has against specific groups.

THE HEART AND SOUL : evelyn "bailey" kayne

evelyn was the fastest draw west of the mississippi. her silver-streaked hair matched the gleam in her eyes when she faced down lawmen. she had a soft spot for lost causes—a wounded mustang, a stolen locket, or a desperate farmer. but cross her, and you’d find yourself staring down the barrel of her colt. she was as deadly as she was beautiful. her sharpshooting skills were unmatched, and her fiery spirit kept the gang on its toes. she rode alongside buck and butch as a founding member, and one of the core five, her silver hair fluttering in the wind as they galloped toward infamy.

remaining one of the core members evelyn has taken her immortality to run several dozens of shelters for women across the world; though together with the other core five members she also runs several humanitarian operations as well as several sancutaries for animals (and several hidden sanctuaries for endangered creatures of myth and legend).

THE NATURALIST : "beau"

beau was the tracker, the one who could read the desert like a well-worn map. his sun-kissed skin bore tattoos, each marking a life saved or a debt owed. his laugh echoed through campfires, and his loyalty to the gang was unbreakable. but when the moon was high, he’d slip away to commune with the spirits of the land. he was a force of nature. his lightning-fast draw made him feared by lawmen and respected by fellow outlaws. while his true name remained a mystery, he learnt to love being beau.

nowadays his endeavours are focused on protecting and preserving nature and wildlife, running multiple sanctuaries and actively going against poachers. he remains in close contact with the core five after having gained immortality and is in charge of most of the sanctuaries (of which he shares responsibilities with evelyn as butch and buck tend to simply fund their operations).

THE DOCTOR : scarlett "bonnie" o'donnell

scarlett was the wildcard of the gang. with fiery red hair and a penchant for mischief, she could charm a rattlesnake out of its den. her weapon of choice? a pearl-handled revolver, engraved with delicate roses. but don’t be fooled—those roses concealed deadly thorns. also working as the gangs resident doctor, her medicine bag filled with herbs and ancient wisdom. her eyes held the vastness of the prairie sky, and her touch could mend bones and hearts alike.

nowadays with the funding of buck she runs several non - profit hospitals while also funding education in the medical field for women to give them a chance to learn; especially in countries where they might be discouraged.

#idk i might revamp some of them and GOD thats so many icons to make.#but also pray tell WHY is it so hard to find poc icons like.#for beau i went all out and just. screencapped so much stuff but likE??????????#I DONT REMEMBER IT BEING THIS HARD????#› i don't mean to tip your scale but you will fail to rip these memes from me. ooc #› you think they want you alive; and yet they won't know what to do with you. ryder five

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