#ask the potion brewers

[cryptotheism]

The "potion-crafter" archetype of alchemist used in fantasy is often, like, an independent chemist that works off commission or sales to create fireball elixirs or exorcism salves. Is there a grain of truth, there? Did alchemists in any period you studied make a living by synthesizing magical items (like panaceas or DIY-chrysopoeia-kits or somesuch) and selling them on to any willing customer, or was that not really in their domain?

Ha! You know sometimes it can be a bit annoying answering asks like this, because most fantasy media isn t terribly interested in authentically representing history, BUT THIS TIME I can give y'all a specific and direct answer!

The archetype of the potion-crafter you're talking about almost definitely has its roots in an actual pre-paracelcian european medical profession; the Apothecary.

There were three types of doctors in the 1500s. There were diagnosticians, the people who went to school to learn about anatomy, and were allowed to call themselves "doctor." There were surgeons, the low-skilled workers who were in charge of hacking off limbs and draining bedpans. And there were apothecaries, basically the medieval equivalent of a pharmacist.

If you were a wealthy merchant, and you went to a doctor for your runny nose, he would look you over, and give you a prescription that you were supposed to take down to your local apothecary, so you could buy a potion from them.

But these prescriptions weren't exactly strict. A doctor might prescribe you an exact list of ingredients with the amounts, or he might just prescribe you "a healing ungent of cooling and drying herbs." So the apothecaries occasionally had some wiggle room based on supplies and expertise.

The important thing to remember, is that apothecaries were NOT considered magicians or alchemists.

That is, until Paracelsus came along.

See, good ol' Paracelsus was a radical innovator. He was one of the first physicians in history to be all three types of doctor at once. He was a diagnostician, a surgeon, and an apothecary. He argued that all doctors should have knowledge of their entire profession, and that no doctor was above suturing their patients wounds, and mixing their patients medicines.

He was also, crucially, an alchemist and a magician.

Alchemy was the cutting edge of technology for the time, a practice regarded with equal parts awe and suspicion, but it was more the realm of glassblowers and metallurgists than doctors or botanists. Paracelsus disagreed. He argued that if it's part of God's creation, it should be used to heal the human body.

This extended to magic. Paracelsus figured that you had to factor in things like "the movement of the planets and their influence on the earth." And he was known for prescribing patients things like "astral talismans to be worn about the neck." A practice that, even for his time, was often seen as backwards and superstitious. (Although given how harmful medieval medicine was, the astral talismans might have been your best option sometimes.)

Paracelsus was a radical. People fucking hated him, especially when he was alive. But his ideas were extremely influential, and exploded in popularity after his death in 1541. I can confidently say that the fantasy archetype of the Potion Brewer is based on Paracelcian physicians, the doctor/alchemist/apothecary/magicians who followed his theories.

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#occult #alchemy #paracelsus

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp Prompt #14: The Valentines Day Debacle

“debacle • \dee-BAH-kul\ • noun.

1 : a tumultuous breakup of ice in a river 

2 : a violent disruption (as of an army) : rout

3 a : a great disaster b : a complete failure : fiasco.”

~ It was Valentine’s Day and Jason regrets agreeing to go on this date.

Weelll, kind of, but not exactly.

This “date” was actually a covert-op with three caped chaperones because he, Steph, Tim and Cass were all on cases that ended up being the same case.

Steph and Tim had caught wind of some allegedly magic potions becoming popular among college students used to help students score dates with their up coming Valentines. There weren’t any outright love potions but confidence boosters, things to increase your attractiveness, luck boosters, thing to get people in the mood. They had been investigating into it to make sure this wasn’t secretly a drug ring but found it to some real magical bullshit. They’d located the source’s lair/lab where they brewed the potions but not the potion brewer themselves.

Cass had been in Hong Kong when she caught wind of one of her targets following rumors of a witch who specialized in potions to grant small boons and bewitching charms. After dealing with her target she started tracking down the witch to find out her goals and intentions. She followed her trail across Asia, Europe and a good portion of the eastern seaboard before her path led her to Gotham.

Jason was investigating some upper middle class chick that started hanging around the alley trying to get in with the prostitutes and drag queens(and only succeeding in making them suspicious). She met several young men who abandoned the gang allegiances too trail after her like puppies. His investigation showed she was also circling Gotham elites and was in search of gossip on two things: people looking for love and a beau for herself.

They had been going over their cases at a team meeting when they realized their 3 targets were all the same woman. Between the four of them they pieced out she was some new age witch, descendent from an older family line looking to get rich and in a relationship. Her potions weren't really actively harmful but her use of them to gain the upper hand in business deals and amass a following of boytoys she decided weren’t hunky enough for her but would do as muscle was.

Tim and Steph knew she was planning on selling her potions at the Valentine’s/Winter market place in Robinson Park coming up. Jason and Cass knew she was looking to net some more followers while they were there so the plan was simple. One of the guys would go undercover to try and get recruited while the others stayed nearby for back up. They’d try to get some information out of her and if the need for it arose, to take her into custody and hand her off to the Justice League Dark. They’d already talked to Zatana to have her ready to come to Gotham should things go awry and gotten a charm from her to prevent them from getting put under her control.

Oh if only this didn’t go so wrong.

Unfortunately for Jason, he matched their little witch’s tastes to a tee. Thus, he was the one stuck being dragged around market under the guise of having agreed to a date with her. She dragged him around, made him pay for her things, tried to use his stature to intimidate others and was generally rude to the other patrons and staff. Oh, Jason despised her but grit his teeth and pretended to play nice. Cass was investigating her stall and Steph and Tim were tailing them.

Finally over the comms he heard the team confirm Cass had found the info she was looking for and he could finally ditch little miss witch. He broke it to her that he thought this wouldn’t work out and her eye just twitched. She must have tried to charm him because she asked him to stay with her and become her main beau, which he soundly refused. This set her off on a rage as she screeched over how her charm didn’t work and how Jason would have been perfect if she’d been able to get him under her thumb. He tried to back off when she lashed out with a magic rope insisting once she captured Jason he’d be the perfect leader to her adoring little boyfriend army.

So yeah she was more psycho than anticipated.

Spoiler and Red Robin began to swoop in for the rescue which only served to enraged her further. That’s when the team learned that she was talented in more than just potions. She used her magic to start awakening magical creatures in the park surrounding them. Nymphs shed from trees and little snow golems formed and began attacking RR and Spoiler.

Black Bat had run over to extract Jason when the witch noticed her. She shrieked in outraged proclaiming if she couldn’t have Jason no one else would and that he could become fish food for the frost creatures of Far Frozen before picking him up with a spectral vine and slamming him through the frozen lake into a swirling blue portal. Cass tried to go after him but the witch quickly engaged her with too much feral rage to realize she was outclassed in hand to hand against Black Bat. By the time Steph and Tim fought off the nymphs and golems it was too late. Whatever whirling portal had been in the lake closed and Jason was no where to be found.

As Jason pushed through the ice he had one final thought before he felt himself black out: ‘Worst Valentine’s Day ever.’

~ The first thing Jason felt when he came to was cold. He was still submerged under icy water. It was chilled him to the core but was almost soothing in a way. As if cooling of a burn. As is opened his eyes the world seemed to move in slow motion. He was still underwater surrounded by chunks of ice. He could make out sounds of distorted yelling as the world seem to get even slower.

Suddenly he felt something grab his collar and place itself under his arm. Jason was unceremoniously hoisted out of a frozen river and laid out on a river bank. He let out a harsh cough and his head got dizzy. He tried to regain his wits long enough to see who pulled him out.

It was large figure, maybe an inch or two taller than his 6 foot, with the bulk of a viking and the looks of one too. The man appeared to be around the same age as Jason, possibly older, and very concerned. He had messy white hair that was tied(or braided? Jason’s vision was still blurry) in the back. He was wearing armor made of some sort of hide leather and a dark gray metal (iron?) and covered in snow-white furs.

Jason stared at his savior trying to get his wits about him, willing his vision to clear. That’s Jason felt a warm fur cloak wrap around him as the man said something Jason wasn’t able to comprehend. He let out another harsh cough and felt himself being picked up in a princess carry. His rescuer moved incredibly fast for someone carrying a man of Jason’s stature. However, the motion did not help with the dizziness or the cold. Jason shivered, curling towards his “heroic knight” and pulling the cloak tighter around himself. This spurred the man to go faster.

Finally, everything stopped moving and Jason felt himself encompassed in warmth. Several more furs were wrapped around him and he was laid down to rest. At last Jason’s vision cleared enough to see the other man’s face properly. He had a rugged face and a strong jawline. He had a small scar near his eyebrow and round eyes with light eye bags beneath them. He had a straight nose and bow-shaped lips.

Jason felt the world slow down again and realized he’d soon pass out from the cold. The man lifted Jason’s head and slipped a pillow underneath. A rough hand gently pushed the wet hair out of his face and caressed his cheek. Jason stared into the man’s eye. They were kind, gentle, and such a vibrant green they seemed to glow. The man gave him a small smile and the last thing Jason heard before falling asleep was a soothing voice telling him “Rest, we will take care of you.” And with that Jason felt himself relax and fell asleep.

~ When Jason came to the first thing he saw was a 20-something-foot tall yeti with an icy cybernetic arm looming over the foot of his bed.

He promptly screamed and fell out of bed.

A vaguely familiar voice called out from another room.

“ FROSTBITE! I thought I told you not to scare him!”

In walked the man that had saved Jason from an icy death. Upon closer inspection now that he wasn’t dying the man seem 10 times as beautiful than Jason remembered. He almost seemed to have this ethereal glow to him. The man continued to admonish the yeti who just laughed heartily and continued on with whatever task he was trying to complete. The man turned his attention to Jason, smiling at him in apology and lifting him back into the bed.

“ I’m sorry about Frostbite. He won’t admit it but I think he gets a crack out of scaring his patients,” He said with a placating chuckle. His mirthful eyes met Jason’s puzzled ones and he continued on as he began to fiddle with few thermoses, seemingly searching for one in particular.

“ You must be quite confused. I don’t exactly know how you ended up here but this place called the Far Frozen. I felt a pulse of magic near the river and went to investigate and ended up fished you of the water. You were nearly frozen so I brought you back to village where you could get warmed up and medics like Frostbite could help you before the actual frostbite set in.”

He chuckled at his own joke before placing a cup in Jason’s hands.

“ It’s soup, drink up. It’ll help you get warm.”

Jason hesitantly took a sip of his soup. It was surprisingly good! He continued to sip his soup and Jason observed the man. He had a rather muscular build Jason noticed, staring at the man for no other reason than assessing if he’d be a potential threat (and for absolutely no other reason). Danny finished closing up his thermos and continued to speak.

“ I promise once Frostbite treats you for any illness or injury. I’ll help you get home. -Oh where are my manners” he held his hand out for Jason to shake. “You can call me Phantom.”

“ Call me Jay,” he replied, taking Phantom’s hand and a glance at his biceps. Phantom pulled away and stood up.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to resting. I’ll come back later when Frostbite gives you a check up and we can talk about how you got here and how to get you back” He turned and began to walk out before turning his head back one last time and waved. “I’ll see in a bit Jay.”

Jason watched him go and fell back into bed having finished his soup. As he pulled the furs and blankets back over himself he thought ‘Well maybe it’s not the worst Valentine’s Day ever.’

#dc x dp #long post #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #Jontun Danny Fenton #Frostbite is Danny’s ghost guardian #Cass Tim and Steph are freaking out trying to find Jason #They got Zatana on board #Time works differently in realms so it’ll be longer for Jason than for the team #Jason was totally checking Danny out #He’s suspicious but saving his life and being hot earns Danny some brownie points #The question is whether Danny knows he was being checked out #Danny is bigger than Jason in this bc Fenton genes #and also bc Jason deserves to be held and protected like a baby or a couple of grapes #The Valentine’s Day Debacle au #Happy Valentine’s Day! #Strega’s dc x dp prompt 14

[multifandomfix]

The Spell You Cast - Severus Snape

Summary: The smell of Amortentia can change over time. And while teaching, Severus notices a difference in his own. Yet the new scent is familiar to him. Where has he smelled it before?

Word Count: 1,028

Warnings: A little light angst

Amortentia was perhaps the potion Severus most disliked. He didn’t even know why it was taught to students. To teach them patience and discipline, he supposed, since it took so long to brew. But he was of the opinion that love should not be manufactured, but freely given. Messing with one's heart was asking for trouble. And he’d not known any use of the vile potion to work out well in the end for any of its brewers, nor its victims. Best to keep away from it, and so he did. At least until he had to teach how it was made.

Amortentia's only positive quality, should you ask him, was its scent. It often induced pleasant smells that brought back beautiful memories to whomever deigned to take a whiff, but that aside, it held no other value to him. His had always smelled the same, and the memories attached to it were bittersweet on his best day.

The students were moderately well behaved when class begun, only a stray snide comment and a few snickers at the announcement of brewing the vexing love potion. He could have easily shut it down quickly with a stern word, but he didn’t altogether care what their opinions were on the potion itself, only on getting the lesson of its making over with.

As he brewed his own as an example, he felt like he could already smell the familiar scent bubbling up from the cauldron. Yet, as his demonstration progressed, he could have sworn the scent he knew so well had changed. It was subtle at first, lilies changing to another indistinct floral note. Fresh morning dew to vanilla. And tea. The scent of tea was brand new to him, at least where his amortentia was concerned.

He hoped his expression had remained neutral, despite the surprise. He’d not brewed the potion since last year, and perhaps he’d mistaken an ingredient. Unlike him, but everyone was prone to a slip up now and then, surely. If his face had registered any surprise, thankfully the students thought it best not to question it nor comment upon it, and he was left to his own devices at the end of the class period to figure out what had gone awry.

He’d checked his method and it was flawless as was expected. So that meant it was the potion itself that had changed its scent. But how, and when. He couldn’t fathom the reason for such a change after all these years. It wasn’t as if his tastes had changed. How perplexing.

Choosing to relegate the oddity to the back of his mind for the time being, Severus went about his day as was normal for him. Several more classes took up his day, and he remained thankful that only one class was working on the dreaded amortentia this semester. He didn’t think he could stand smelling the new fragrance of his own several more times that day.

Somehow, the smell lingered in his nostrils throughout the day, as if it were nagging him. It did smell familiar to him, but he’d been so struck by its difference to what he’d come to expect that he hadn’t realized the smell was indeed one he encountered fairly often. Where remained the only question.

He thought of his favorite shop, and the place on the Hogwarts campus that he most enjoyed, though neither of these locations possessed the smell that plagued him so. The people he spent the most time with, and those that he enjoyed the company of were ruled out as well. Minerva was more of an old books and catnip type.

The stern look of frustration mixed with concentration on Severus' face stopped you short as you were en route to pass him in the hallway. It was so terribly unlike him to linger in the halls when students were still passing through. You knew something must have been wrong. "Severus," you softly pressed. You reached your hand out in order to rest it on his shoulder, but instead you hovered, thinking better of it. You felt you were already likely to startle him.

Though he did not jump, he slowly met your eyes, bringing his own out of the middle distance he’d been apparently staring into prior to your arrival. "Are you alright," you asked of him.

"Quite so," he replied. He was not displeased to see you, but you were an unexpected surprise since he hadn’t seen you coming. "It has been an odd day is all," he confessed.

You nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile. "We all have those," you reassured, now placing your hand on his shoulder, thinking the reassurance would mean more with the gesture. You’d definitely had your fair share of days like that, and though it seemed out of place for Severus to have such a day, it stood to reason that he had them just as frequently as you yourself did, he just had a better way of hiding it when he did. Except for today, apparently.

Confident that he wasn’t in some form of distress that was unmanageable, you gave him one more soft smile and took your leave, heading for your classroom before your own students wondered what had kept you from arriving on time.

As you left, the small gust of wind in your wake left Severus with that same smell of tea, vanilla and flowers, precisely the way his amortentia now smelled. Eyes widening at the realization, he turned his head in your direction. It had indeed been last year when you’d started teaching at Hogwarts, filling in for a professor who had taken some leave and that was shortly after his last time brewing the potion. In that year, he’d fallen in love with you.

It was the only logical explanation. It was a frightening one to him, the prospect of finding someone again after everything that had happened all those years ago with Lily, but maybe his amortentia did have a use to him. It let him realize his feelings for you. And now it was up to him to decide if it was worth pursuing them.

For anon

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[cuffmeinblack]

Because you're mine

Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow / Ominis Gaunt x Garreth Weasley

Tags: explicit | smut | love rivalry | jealousy | possessiveness | blowjobs | cumshot

3.3k words

Summary: Sebastian is alarmed by Garreth's sudden interest in Ominis and decides to remind him who he belongs to.

A/n: Okay you know I wrote that lovely wholesome Garrinis fic. Well I rewrote the whole first chapter and turned it into Sebinis smut. Erm. Enjoy. I'm so sorry, Garreth!

Ominis had noticed his change in fortunes during Potions—the ingredients he found arranged for him, the way his concoctions would mysteriously settle to a simmer after nearly boiling over, and his improving practical grades which he couldn't attribute to any sort of improvement in his ability. He thought that Sebastian must be helping him, finally growing tired of Ominis' stubborn refusal to ask for, or accept, his assistance. He didn't want to press the subject, but it irked Ominis that Sebastian would subvert his wishes, even if it ultimately benefitted him.

So it came as a surprise that Ominis' performance in Potions was particularly bad this week, and he wondered if Sebastian was distracted, or had finally decided to withdraw his help, realising that Ominis would neither ask for it or thank him directly.

"Sebastian," Ominis muttered across the table.

"Mmmm?"

"Are you angry with me?"

"What? Why would I be angry with you?" Sebastian asked.

"I've noticed you're not assisting me as much this week, my Wiggenweld potion is utter rubbish. Wish I could just replace it with one from J. Pippin's…," Ominis sighed.

"What are you talking about, Ominis?"

Ominis simply frowned and waited for Sebastian's brain to catch up. When the silence stretched on, he finally elaborated.

"I notice the little things you do to help, you know," Ominis explained.

"I don't…I mean I would, but you won't let me."

Ominis wasn't sure how to process his answer—had he imagined the whole thing, or was Sebastian lying to avoid Ominis' annoyance? He shook his head and lapsed into silence as he received another poor grade from Sharp, who appeared to be regretting his recent praise. Ominis mulled over the situation on the way to dinner after their lesson ended—what was different this week? The only difference he could think of was the absence of resident experimental potion brewer Garreth Weasley. The Gryffindor was a talented potions student but often spent his time in and out of lessons thinking up increasingly elaborate concoctions to force on unsuspecting first years in the name of science. Ominis picked at his food as he turned the thoughts over until Sebastian nudged him hard in the arm, causing him to wince.

"What's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, his voice low.

"Just thinking about something," Ominis muttered.

"Obviously, what?"

"I've noticed things in our Potions classes, things I can't really explain."

"Does this have to do with Sharp's comment earlier?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes. I thought you were helping me because I noticed ingredients appearing near me whenever I needed them…"

"Are you sure? Maybe you'd just missed them on the desk before."

"No, I'd missed some of them in the store cupboard. And sometimes my mixture will be on the brink of boiling over and the flame will right itself before I even have a chance to react."

"Huh," Sebastian said, clearly unbelieving.

"You think I'm imagining it don't you? But this week my performance has been awful, and I can't understand what's changed."

"Maybe you're just tired, Ominis," Sebastian muttered.

"Maybe."

-

The following week they were brewing Edurus potion, Ominis was reading the recipe with his wand pointed at the page and privately hoping that his good luck would return soon, lest he end up with another poor grade.

"What are you up to, Weasley?" Sebastian called out next to him.

Ominis listened as Garreth muttered a reply behind him.

"What? Nothing…just the usual…don't tell Sharp."

"You know what I mean, I saw you point your wand over here," Sebastian said.

"No I didn't, what are you talking about?" Garreth spluttered.

Ominis frowned at the exchange, waiting for Garreth's explanation but it never came, and Sebastian seemed to decide he'd been mistaken as he once again fell silent next to him, but the coincidence didn't sit right with Ominis. He couldn't fathom the reason for his interference with his potion brewing, but he was determined to find it out.

Ominis found Garreth outside of the Gryffindor common room before breakfast the following day, as he leaned against the wall next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, who kept accusing him of spying on her house. Garreth stepped out of the portrait hole and thankfully spotted Ominis.

"Ominis, are you…okay?" he said as he approached.

"Ah, Garreth. May I have a word?" Ominis asked.

"Oh, yes alright. How can I help?"

"Have you been tampering with my cauldron in potions?" Ominis said, crossing his arms.

"What? No! Not tampering. I just…wanted to help," Garreth muttered in reply.

So Ominis hadn't imagined it, after all. The confusion made way for anger as he tried to control his temper.

"Fiddling with my work without my permission is called tampering, Weasley."

"I'm sorry, I just noticed Sallow wasn't helping you and you never ask…"

"There's a reason I don't ask. I'm quite capable of making my own mistakes and owning them."

"Right, of course. I'll stop, sorry."

Ominis turned to leave but stopped himself, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Why?" he asked.

"What?"

"Why are you helping me?"

Garreth sighed and shuffled his feet, moving closer to Ominis and lowering his voice.

"I like you," he whispered.

"You like me?" Ominis replied with a frown.

"Yes. You know."

"Oh. Oh." Ominis' face flushed as the meaning dawned on him.

"Sorry, I know you don't really talk to me much. But you're…very attractive."

"I wouldn't know," Ominis said, trying to fight the urge to run away.

"Surely you've been told," Garreth whispered.

"Sebastian doesn't make a habit of telling me how handsome I look funnily enough," Ominis drawled.

"Well, you are."

"Thank you. Erm, I'll talk to you later, then," Ominis said.

He turned once again to leave the corridor but more words were tumbling out of his mouth.

"Garreth?"

"Yes?"

"Will you continue to help me?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I would," Ominis said, turning to leave.

He smiled to himself as he walked back to his own common room, feeling slightly giddy—he'd been angry about the interference but after hearing the reason why, it suddenly made a lot more sense. Ominis wasn't used to being the object of anyone's desires, or at least not knowingly, and whilst he couldn't say the feeling was immediately reciprocated it was gratifying to be made aware of the attraction, and Ominis was curious to find out more.

-

Two days later they had their next Potions lesson, and Garreth, true to his word, immediately put his bag down next to Ominis and started setting up his cauldron.

"Hello, lads. Looking forward to brewing this Thunderbrew potion? Tricky, but I think I have a knack for it," he said brightly.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked beside him, straight to the point.

"Garreth has offered to assist me, Sebastian," Ominis said calmly.

"I can help you, Ominis," Sebastian said quietly.

"Well, Garreth offered and frankly he's better at potions than you," Ominis teased with a smirk.

"Fine," Sebastian muttered, returning to his work.

"I'll grab us all some ingredients," Garreth said brightly, brushing past Ominis' shoulder as he retreated to the store room.

"Do you really want Weasley helping you? He's insufferable," Sebastian whispered.

"Why does he irk you so, Sebastian? I've always found him agreeable enough."

"He's so desperate," he muttered, pulling away from Ominis as Garreth's footsteps approached.

Garreth returned with the shrivelfigs, bottles of stench of the dead and leech juice and divvied up the supplies between the three of them. The lesson passed with some idle chat amongst Sebastian's sarcastic remarks as Garreth helped Ominis where he needed it. He didn't need a lot of assistance, but was grateful when Garreth had stepped in to describe the colour of his concoction, Ominis then deducing correctly that he needed to add more shrivelfig—it wasn't an overbearing or coddling kind of help, and Ominis couldn't help but smile at Garreth's kindness.

"Thank you, Garreth," Ominis said at the end of the lesson.

Garreth cleared his throat awkwardly, muttering his thanks.

"Will you walk with me?" Ominis asked as they left the classroom.

"Yes," Garreth responded rather quickly.

Sebastian had already left ahead of them in a huff, and Ominis felt for Garreth's arm, making him flinch slightly as he placed a hand on his bicep.

"Where do you want to walk to?" Garreth asked quietly.

"I don't mind, somewhere quiet," Ominis responded.

Garreth led Ominis outside to the grassy area outside of the Herbology greenhouses—it was a pleasant day, but most students would still be in their lessons, and Garreth and Ominis had a free period. The pair walked slowly as they talked about their studies on the way to the greenhouses as Garreth enthusiastically relayed his love for Ominis' most despised subject, but Ominis found the passion in his voice to be endearing even if the subject matter left a lot to be desired.

Garreth led Ominis to behind an old oak tree behind the path, amongst the grass and flower borders, and stopped walking, turning towards him.

"Well, here we are. I thought it would be nice to be outside in the sun," Garreth said.

"I agree, it's a lovely day," Ominis nodded.

Ominis removed his hand from Garreth's arm and sat carefully in the grass, crossing his legs and placing his hands in his lap as Garreth sat himself next to him, facing away from the tree, their knees grazing. Ominis could practically feel the nerves radiating from him and he repressed a smile at the slightly absurd thought of him having such an effect on anyone.

"Can I ask a favour?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, of course, what is it?" Garreth responded.

"Can I…map your face?" Ominis said.

A silence passed between them and Ominis held up his hand in answer.

"Oh, you want to…yes, okay," Garreth said.

"Thank you, I've only bothered to do this with Sebastian so I'm afraid he's my only basis for comparison."

"Ah, then you might be disappointed."

Ominis smiled in reply and shuffled himself to face him, reaching out a hand slowly towards his face. Garreth stayed as still as he could as Ominis' hand found him, gently tracing his cheek, up to his temple. His thumb ran down between his eyebrows, over his nose and down towards his mouth as Ominis felt a stirring in his gut at Garreth's warm, heavy breaths against his skin. Ominis brushed his soft lips and ran his fingers along his jaw, finally pulling his hand away, satisfied with the mental image he had conjured.

"Thank you, that helps," Ominis said with a smile. "And no, I'm not disappointed."

Garreth laughed nervously and Ominis' heart fluttered slightly at the sound. He sensed Garreth's trepidation and willed himself to reach out to place his hand on his knee but overshot and gripped his thigh. Ominis felt his face burning as Garreth flinched and inhaled sharply, readying himself to pull away before Garreth caught his wrist in his hand still against his leg. Ominis smiled and once again felt Garreth's breath against his skin, this time on his mouth as he leaned forward to meet him in a kiss, Ominis' heart now ready to burst from his chest. The kiss was quick and unsure, but he wanted more—Ominis reached out to snake a hand around Garreth's neck and pulled him toward him again.

Their lips met and lingered, softly brushing together in timid exploration until Garreth's tongue ran along his lower lip, making Ominis dig his fingers into his thigh before reciprocating with his own tongue. Merlin, this felt good. The kiss deepened, Garreth now running his hands through Ominis' hair and tugging as they made quietly appreciative noises into each other's mouths. Ominis was thoroughly enjoying himself, getting lost in his soft, wet lips, his hands exploring the muscular thighs and long hair in front of him, so much so that his trousers were now uncomfortably tight. He shuffled closer towards Garreth so that he was practically sitting in his lap, his crossed legs overlapping him as Garreth moaned softly and Ominis pulled away with a sly smile.

"Definitely not disappointed," Ominis said truthfully.

-

Ominis returned to the common room shortly after his heated exchange of tongues with Garreth, feeling exhilarated, albeit slightly frustrated, to meet the irritated questioning of Sebastian before he had barely sat down.

"Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk with Garreth," Ominis said, settling into the plush sofa next to Sebastian.

"Oh, it's Garreth now is it? What did he want?"

"We talked, I thanked him for his assistance, and then he kissed me," Ominis replied with a smile.

A stunned silence stretched between them as Sebastian shuffled on the cushion to face Ominis.

"What?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Mmm it was quite enjoyable. Is Garreth considered attractive? He seems to have nice lips, a good jaw, and his hair is very soft," Ominis recalled, his thoughts returning to Garreth's tongue flicking over his lips.

"Seriously?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"And his voice is rather nice, too."

"You think his voice is nice," Sebastian repeated blankly.

Ominis nodded and smirked at Sebastian's reaction—truth be told, he'd only ever been enticed by one other voice, but it was currently scolding him rather than whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Ominis couldn't help but tease Sebastian, knowing how much it bothered him to see him interested in Garreth for whatever reason.

"So what, you're going to fuck Weasley now because he showed you a bit of attention?"

Ominis frowned at the agressive tone in his voice.

"Why are you so bothered, Sebastian?"

"Because it's him. Because…," Sebastian started but didn't finish, because his lips were otherwise occupied as they found Ominis' mouth.

Ominis hadn't been expecting it, or the hand that held his head in place, or the tongue that teased at his lips. He hadn't been expecting it but he'd wanted it, in the deepest, darkest depths of his mind lived the fantasies of frantic fumblings with his best friend, the longing urges to feel his mouth on his, and the memories of days spent pleasuring himself to the sound of his voice saying the most filthy things he could imagine. Ominis hadn't considered that Sebastian might want him back, and whether it was out of pure jealousy and hatred for Garreth or not, he didn't care much in that moment as his tongue explored Sebastian's mouth with quiet moans that were entirely inappropriate for the common room. Ominis pulled away, with great difficulty against Sebastian's steadying hand against the back of his head.

"Let's go upstairs," Sebastian said, pulling his wrist to guide him to the dormitory.

Ominis' heart pounded in his chest as they entered the room and Sebastian wasted no time in resuming their kiss, his fingers fumbling the clasp on Ominis' robe and pushing it roughly off his shoulders to the floor. He took the suggestion and did the same to Sebastian, ridding him of his numerous layers until they stood bare-chested in front of each other. Ominis ran his hands over his warm chest, the thick hair curling around his fingers as Sebastian manoeuvred them towards the bed, the back of Ominis' legs hitting the mattress and causing him to fall backwards onto it as Sebastian clambered on top of him, straddling his hips.

Ominis' cock strained uncomfortably against his waistband as his hands wandered up Sebastian's thighs to find his trouser buttons, brushing his bulge and causing him to groan with anticipation. Ominis felt dizzy as he undid Sebastian's trousers, pulling them roughly down to release his erection, taking it in his hand with a gasp at the thickness of his shaft—he was practically salivating at the thought as he panted underneath Sebastian's legs, stroking his cock to the sound of his friend's shuddering moans.

"Fuck, Ominis. Get back on the bed."

He did as he was told, shuffling back on the mattress as Sebastian urgently tugged down Ominis' trousers leaving him completely exposed until his cock was enveloped by Sebastian's hot, wet mouth. Ominis let out a gutteral moan as his tongue teased his head, his hand wrapped at the base of his shaft, gripping him firmly but completely unmoving.

"Tell me you want me," Sebastian muttered, his tongue flicking lazily on the top of his head.

"I want you," he managed to whimper.

"What do you want, Ominis?"

"I…I want…please, Sebastian I want your mouth around my cock."

Ominis all but shouted as Sebastian took him fully in his mouth, the suction unbearably pleasurable as his hand worked the bottom of his shaft that his mouth couldn't reach. His hand gripped the bedsheets underneath him and the other entangled itself in Sebastian's hair as his head bobbed up and down rhythmically, bringing Ominis closer to the edge. He was already so close, and Sebastian could sense the increasingly erratic breathing and twitching muscles and he pulled his mouth away with a pop as the suction released his head.

"He could never make you moan like that," Sebastian said in between kisses to his thighs. "Time to return the favour before I let you finish."

Ominis sat up shakily, fighting the temptation to take himself in his hand and find his release, but he knew Sebastian wouldn't allow it, so instead he groped in front of him to find Sebastian sitting with his legs spread, waiting patiently for Ominis to find his way. His fingers skimmed his tight balls eliciting a low hum from Sebastian's throat and Ominis returned to them, fondling his sack as he gripped his thick shaft and ran his tongue over his head, slick with salty precum. Ominis moaned at the taste, hungry for more as he took Sebastian's cock in his mouth, the girth filling to the sides of his hollow cheeks easily as he sucked him eagerly.

"Why would you want Weasley when you could have been sucking my cock all this time?" Sebastian breathed.

Ominis answered the question with a whine, not slowing his tempo as he sucked and lapped at Sebastian's cock as if he were starving for it—and he was, the years of filthy daydreams and nights of self pleasure had finally become a reality and Ominis wanted absolutely nothing more than to bring Sebastian to his climax, to know that he enjoyed this just as much as Ominis. Sebastian's fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging at him with every movement of his head, and his moans grew more and more loud and ragged as his hips bucked underneath him, causing his head to hit the back of Ominis' throat.

"Fuck, Ominis," were the last words he uttered before he pulled Ominis' mouth off of him, roughly shoving him sideways onto the bed before straddling his chest. Ominis' breath caught at the sudden movement and he heard the groaning above him and a whispered "open your mouth" before the warm cum hit his lips and his waiting tongue, sliding down his chin as he gasped and licked around his mouth.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face, completely giddy and yet still so frustrated, his own erection now painfully in need of stimulation. Thankfully, Sebastian granted him his wish and took him in his warm hand, stroking his length until he finally met his exquisite release, covering Sebastian's thighs as he held himself steady with shaking arms. He finally collapsed on the bed next to him as they both panted for air and Sebastian gently stroked his hair.

"You're mine, okay?" Sebastian sighed.

"Whatever you say," Ominis replied with a smile.

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebinis #gauntlow #gaullow #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis x sebastian #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #sebastian x ominis

[rosejigglypuff76]

Yesterday in the late afternoon, I went to the movie cinema to watch the Super Mario Bros Movie 🎥 Buying tickets to head into the premium Director's Club to watch the aforementioned movie, because of the fact that it's like watching in an airplane business class version of a movie theatre 📽️ Here are several photos that I took, all while having a set of different Cookie Run characters to show up in the photo 🎀

Several of cookies that were all know and recognize are heading into the Director's Club to watch an upcoming movie! Each of them came in with their family and/or dates by their side, all excited to see an amazing animated film that'll start showing in about 30 minutes from now At the Movie Ticket Booth, Sparkling brought along his boyfriend named Vampire, and his father known as Earl Gray went to watch the upcoming movie together Espresso is asking to speak to the Cinema's Manager while Madeleine is oblivious to it Alchemist and Strawberry Crepe are simply there to see what movies are coming soon Moving towards the Snack Bar, Clover walks in with a suspicious cookie with the thought of having their little date Stardust and Kyu-Kyu are enjoying some snacks together and having fun like a lovable dad with his silly kid Princess and Pomegranate are having an argument with each other, and Cherry Blossom stares in an embarrassed manner And finally in the Director's Club Cinema, Almond walks in with his sleepy daughter named Walnut as a way to give both her and himself a wholesome father-daughter relaxation day, not knowing that Phantom Bleu (Rougefort) also popped in The polyamorous cookies consisting of Capsaicin, Kouign-Amann, and Prune Juice are also excited to be here, although the potion brewer feels like it's unnecessary to head here Clotted Cream is being cautious as he brought Custard III and Pancake to the movies for a family bonding, cautious since he doesn't want Custard Sr to show up And finally Dark Choco and Herb just arrived at the cinema, ready to have a lovable and fun time with everyone as they all watch the movie

#herb cookie #dark choco cookie #herb x dark choco #herb cookie x dark choco cookie #dark choco x herb #dark choco cookie x herb cookie #kouign-amann cookie #capsaicin cookie #prune juice cookie #prune x kouign x capsaicin #walnut cookie #almond cookie #roguefort cookie #clotted cream cookie #custard cookie iii #pancake cookie #clover cookie #licorice cookie #licorice cookie x clover cookie #stardust cookie #space donut #space donut cookie #pomegrante cookie #princess cookie #cherry blossom cookie #vampire cookie #sparkling cookie #sparkling x vampire #vampire x sparkling #earl gray cookie

[dramioneasks]

Do you have any favorite short fics? Not one shots but in the 10 chapter range/ under 100k words? I’m thinking of something like the fever or animal instincts but I didn’t see any tags for mid length stories

WANDS OUT! - persephone_stone - M, 10 chapters - Albus Dumbledore appeared to have the perfect life: a successful career as a novelist, a loving family, and a dedicated staff. But when he is found dead of an apparent suicide on the morning of his 90th birthday, the life that seemed so perfect from the outside begins to unravel at the seams. With a team of investigators on the case, a greater mystery than any Albus could have written begins to unfold, full of lies, secrets, and murder. There’s only one thing to be sure of: everyone is a suspect. Join your favorite HP characters on a manic murder mystery romp, adapted from the Rian Johnson movie Knives Out! Note: Reading this will not spoil the movie, and having seen the movie will not spoil the story. I invite you to enjoy both!

Ten out of Ten by morriganmercy - E, 16 chapters, Words: 61,559 - "On a scale of one to ten, how comfortable would you say you are with me physically?“ she asked. "Zero." Hermione’s lips pursed in annoyance because she really should have seen that coming. How charming that the extent of his arseholery could still surprise her.In which Hermione is determined to find a loophole to free her from a forced marriage with Draco Malfoy. But with only two weeks until they are legally required to consummate, it would be irresponsible not to prepare for every contingency.

Her Beauty and the Moonlight by BrilliantLady - M, 11 chapters - When Harry helps Hermione find out the horrible truth - that Ron has been dosing her with love potions - she is furious. She is going to get her revenge on Ron in the most hurtful way she can think of – dating the one man he hates above all others.

Title:The Token Author: mezy Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Mystery, Drama Chapters: 21 Word Count: 59,748 Summary: Hermione has mysteriously disappeared. She is depending on Draco Malfoy to solve the mystery and save her life. But why him? They hadn’t spoken for years, even then they had never been friends. Of course, he did owe his life to her. She had his token to prove it. She could only hope that would be enough. **Please read AN for warnings. M for many reasons** DM/HG

Waters of the Horned God by ningloreth - MA, 2 Chapters - Auror Hermione Granger finds there’s much more to her new partner, Draco Malfoy, than meets the eye.

Title: The Awakening Author: CherryWolf-chan Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 8,775 Summary: Mini-Weasley, I do hope you have a bloody good reason as to why you just barged into The Manor at four in the flaming morning and started screeching for my daughter-in-law!

Unbreakable - cleotheo - M, 28 chapters - When Hermione Granger gets pregnant in school she refuses to name the father of her unborn child to the Professors or her friends. Draco Malfoy knows the child is his and he’s busy planning on getting him, Hermione and their child safely away from his father, who is determined to make Draco take the dark mark and join the Death Eaters.

The Brewer and the Beast - Misdemeanor1331 - T, 8 chapters - Under the thrall of a full moon, werewolf Hermione Granger slaughtered twenty-three innocent people. Fifteen years later, discontented Potions Master Draco Malfoy interrupts her exile with one objective: to free her from the beast within.

Through the Years - WickedlyAwesomeMe - T, 11 chapters - Hermes Granger fervently believed that Malfoy’s sole purpose in life was to make his life a living  hell. Dramione! Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Companion piece to “Library Rendezvous”.

Title:Don’t Tell Mum the Babysitter’s Draco Author: Rumaan Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, humor Chapters: 2 Word Count: 10,666 Summary: Harry’s in a bind. He’s meant to be babysitting the kids, but an emergency Ministry meeting means he has to turn to the least prepossessing of his Aurors for help. How will Hermione react?

Family Matters By: cleotheo - T, 12 chapters - Shortly after Lucius is released from Azkaban, Narcissa is attacked and ends up in hospital. Draco and Hermione return to the country to support his parents, and while Hermione is getting to know her father-in-law she also has to deal with seeing her friends for the first time in years.

Title: Doppelgangland Author: damnedscribblingwoman Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 9 Word Count: 25,545 Summary: All Hermione wanted out of her evening was to close up the pub in peace and quiet. That plan sort of went out the window when she was kidnapped by Draco Malfoy, who proceeded to drop a baby on her lap. Also known as the one that’s almost but not quite a Muggle AU.

I Carry Your Heart by TheMourningMadam - M, 14 Chapters - “I carry your heart with me…I carry it in my heart.“ Hermione and Draco are reluctantly married. Despite all of the adversities-their rocky past, his spiteful parents, their own pigheadedness-they grow to love one another deeply.

Wedding Bells By: cleotheo - M, 19 chapters - When Lily Potter announces her intention to marry Scorpius Malfoy, it brings her family back into contact with Hermione, whom they abandoned for getting involved with Draco. Will Lily also be abandoned by her family, or will they learn to accept the man she loves? Dramione and Scorpius/Lily.

Future Echoes By: cleotheo - T, 13 chapters - A weeks worth of lessons focusing on the futures of the seventh years culminates in a Potions lesson, designed to reveal how many children people will have in the future. However, an unfortunate accident brings six boys from the future into the present. Can Dumbledore and Snape return the boys to their own time before too many future secrets are exposed? Light-hearted short story.

Love Boat By: cleotheo - T, 15 chapters - An invite to Blaise and Daphne’s wedding means Draco will be in the same place as an obsessed Astoria. In a bid to keep Astoria at bay, Draco ropes his best friend, Hermione, into attending the wedding as his girlfriend. Will the charade turn into reality, or will the smitten couple refuse to acknowledge their real feelings for one another and remain just friends?

-Lisa

#anonymous #favourite fics

[dorthyanndrarry]

Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -38-

Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit, mentions of suicide, mentions of panic attacks, swearing

suggested rating: Mature

Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 37 || Part 39 ->

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Draco wondered if he should say something. Say that it had been him that had taught Neville’s mother how to fold the origami chain. His heart raced even faster at just the thought. But what would he say? And… And there was no way they would believe him.

In fact, he could imagine their reactions, and anger only started to cover the range of possibilities. Draco pulled his hands into his lap, squeezing them together as he did his best to dispel the thought from his mind.

“Oh my god.” Granger’s exasperated sigh startled Draco back to the present. She gave Neville a quick hug on her way into the kitchen.

“Is the game done?” Lovegood asked.

Granger rolled her eyes. “I won. I suppose,” she shot Draco a sour look before turning back to Lovegood. “Ron wanted to keep playing for second place, but they should be done soon.”

Granger unhooked a small beaded bag from her belt loop and pulled it open. Her arm disappeared, deep, deep inside in a terribly impressive example of an extension charm.

“You said you were growing seedlings; are they new plants or just adding to your current stock?” Granger asked.

“The seedlings are mostly new. Monty, they’re a herbalist I met in Germany, sent me some interesting hybrids between Hugelies Dinnerplate and a blue-purple colour Morphus, uh, both types of magically enhanced roses. I think they’ll sell well,” Longbottom said.

Granger sighed.

“They’re nice,” Longbottom said.

“You say that, but you started this business to sell magical plants, not- not flowers,” Granger said.

Longbottom shrugged, “People like flowers. There isn’t much of a market for venomous tentacula. And I still get to sell magical plants to potion brewers and other speciality growers.”

Granger huffed, clearly not satisfied by the compromise. “Ah, there it is,” she muttered, drawing her arm out of the bag and with it, a long dark bottle.

“Hermione,” Lovegood said with a gasp, “Harry said no alcohol!”

“Harry’s just sour because the last time we went out, he got drunk and spent the whole night complaining about Malfoy,” Granger said. She set the bottle on the counter and twirled her wand over the cork, popping the cork with a wordless charm.

The cork landed on the floor and rolled in a little half-circle before coming to a stop. And Draco couldn’t seem to look away from it.

There was a clink of glassware and the soft sound of liquid pouring from a bottle. The smell of the wine hit him suddenly, faint and yet so strong it made his eyes sting. His breathing stuttered in his chest, and he automatically smothered the hiccup of sound.

Draco slipped off the counter. Careful, careful. Trying to make no noise. Moving behind the people, away. He couldn’t attract their attention. He went into the bedroom, easing the door shut, hurrying to the closet, and slipping inside.

He let out a heavy shuddering breath as the last of the light disappeared and closed him inside. He crawled to the back, pressing himself into the corner of the closet and pulling his knees to his chest,  hiding his face in the small gap between them; to muffle the sound of his erratic breathing. No one could hear him. No one could see him like this. If they found out, his parents would be in danger; he would be in danger. He had to be strong. He had to.

His hand reached out blindly. He needed to calm down. He needed to pull himself together, but he found no bottle. He always kept one in here. And under his bed.

Draco lifted his head, looking around in the dark for the slightly darker shadow of a wine bottle. He swallowed hard on the ball of panic lodging itself in his throat, sliding his hands blindly along the floor, from one comer to the other and finding nothing.

He tried to stumble to his feet, to get to his bed, the other bottle, his head running into clothing and hangers, falling off and over his head and shoulders. A heavy sweater draped itself over his face, and Draco’s frantic movements slowed. It smelled like… this wasn’t his. If nothing else, Draco wouldn’t put a sweater on a hanger; it stretched out the shoulders.

He drifted back down to the floor, pulling the sweater off his head and clutching the knit in his hands. It was so thick. And it smelled like pine and evergreen, like Potter’s shampoo.

Draco leaned back against the wall, Potter’s clothing laying over him like a quilt. The smell of Potter, his detergent, the faint air of mustiness from the things he rarely wore. Draco breathed in deep, the racing, aching pain in his chest fading ever so slightly.

He wasn’t there. He wasn’t at the manor anymore.

“fuck,” Draco whispered.

Draco pulled the sweater on and wiped his face on the sleeves. He let the warmth of the pile of clothing soak into his skin, content not to move for the rest of his life.

Outside of the closet, Draco heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and then closing behind someone coming inside. Or more than one person as they began to talk.

“-What are you-” Potter said.

“It’s important, it’s important,” Weasley said.

“What-?” Potter sighed.

“Ginny’s back from that quidditch train camp in America,” Weasley said.

There was a long pause before Potter said, “So?”

Weasley sighed, “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Gin, but I know it wasn’t bad; you’re still on good terms and everything.”

“Ron-”

“So now that you’ve had a break, you could try it again,” Weasley said.

“Ron,” Potter cut him off. “Just leave it.” “You were together for like... three years?” Weasley said.

“Four,” Potter said flatly, “And it’s none of your business.”

“My best friend and my little sister? It’s a bit my business,” Weasley said.

Potter started to say something but Weasley quickly added. “I know, I know, I just wanted to let you know, y’know, that Ginny was back home.”

Potter sighed heavily, “thanks?”

“I invited her to come today, but she just portkeyed in and she said-”

“Hello?” the door creaked faintly as it opened again.

“Sorry, Luna, we’re coming,” Potter said.

“That’s okay,” Lovegood said as if their being in the room was entirely incidental. “I was looking for Draco.”

“Why-” Weasley started.

Potter talked right over him, “What happened? I thought he was in the kitchen with everyone else.”

“He left after Hermione opened a bottle of wine. I thought he went to the toilet, but it’s empty,” Lovegood said.

“I said no alcohol!” Potter snapped, his voice fading as he stormed out of the room, Weasley on his heel.

The door shut, and there was a beat of silence.

“Draco? Are you here?” Lovegood called softly.

Draco hesitated for a moment, “...Yes.”

“Oh,” Lovegood said. The floor creaked as she moved closer, “Do you want company?”

Draco was fairly certain that he would have said no with anyone else. “I think I would.”

Lovegood opened the closet door, “You look very cosy.”

Draco nodded.

Lovegood dropped to her hands and knees, crawling into the other side of the closet. She took a moment to arrange herself, sitting cross-legged and grabbing one of Potter’s fallen cloaks to pull over her lap like a blanket.

“I checked the bed first, but Harry’s bed isn’t a very good place to hide,” Lovegood said.

“It would have been my second choice,” Draco said.

Lovegood nodded seriously, “I always hide under my blankets. I put a charm on them so it looks like no one is under them. It’s my safe place.”

“That sounds far more comfortable. And quite clever,” Draco said.

“Was it the wine?” Lovegood asked. “Because you mentioned you used to drink before.”

Draco nodded. Then laughed weakly. “I think I was triggered? How convenient to have an example so soon after learning about them.”

“It’s cellars for me,” Lovegood said, “The smell especially. That musty, damp smell...” she grimaced and huffed a breath.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said.

“You’re silly,” Lovegood said. “Have you learned about grounding at all?”

Draco shook his head.

“I like hugs best,” Lovegood said, holding out her hands, “but hand holding is good too.”

Draco looked at her small hands in dismay.

“Do you not like touching?” Lovegood asked.

“I- We- You and I-?” Draco said.

“It’s alright. Isn’t it?” Lovegood said.

Draco frowned but did as he was told, holding his hands out and allowing Lovegood to take them. She had a surprisingly strong grip, giving Draco’s hands a quick, tight squeeze.

“Grounding is being here rather than there,” Lovegood said.

Draco’s brow furrowed.

“Like when you’re triggered, it pulls your mind right back into that bad moment in the past, so you have to pull it back to the here and now. And grounding is finding something to focus on in the present.” Lovegood squeezed his hands again, “Like this. If I’m at home, I’ll ask my dad to give me the tightest hug he can manage. If he’s not there, I’ll climb under the covers because it’s warm and soft and smells like lavender; I always keep a sachet under my pillow. And then I usually take a nap because being upset is so very tiring.”

Draco nodded emphatically, “Extremely tiring.”

Luna smiled brightly. “I’m glad we got to meet again. I hope we get to talk more. I think we might be friends.”

“Friends,” Draco repeated softly.

“Yes,” Lovegood said.

“Do you really…?” Draco said.

“I do,” Lovegood said.

Draco wasn’t sure what, or even if he could, say anything to that. “Lovegood…”

“Luna. I’d like you to call me Luna. And I’ll call you Draco, alright?”

“If… if you’re sure,” Draco said.

“Very and entirely,” Love- Luna said.

A shadow fell over them as Potter loomed into the doorway, looking at the two of them in dismay, “What-? Why are you sitting in my closet?”

“I found Draco,” Luna said brightly. “Have you started another game?”

“...Not yet. They were arguing about which one to play. Ron wants to play poker-”

“Boo. I want to play one of the cooperative ones. They’re more fun,” Luna said, hopping to her feet and ducking around Potter, going to the living room to state her case to the rest of the group.

They were left alone. And Potter was staring at him.

“Luna, huh?” Potter said, “Luna’s a good friend to have. One of the best.”

“...She’s certainly an improvement over the rest of them,” Draco said.

Potter frowned but shook the expression off, “They’ll come around, you’ll see.”

Draco began pushing Potter’s clothes off his lap. He should probably apologise; he had knocked all but a few of Potter’s uniforms onto the floor.

“You shouldn’t hang your sweaters. It stretches them out,” Draco said instead.

Potter huffed a faint laugh and held out his hand, pulling Draco easily to his feet. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Me? Fine. Obviously,” Draco gestured to the closet, “never been better.”

Potter took a step closer and cupped Draco’s face between his hands. He brushed a thumb across Draco’s cheek as he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

“Oh,” Draco said faintly.

“Sorry, I should have asked,” Potter said.

Draco shook his head, catching Potter’s wrists in his hands before he could pull away. “I just didn’t think...” this would ever happen.

Draco closed the space between them and kissed Potter back. His hands skimmed down the firm muscles of Potter’s arms, the muscles flexing as Draco’s hands slid over them. Draco gasped lightly as his back pressed into the open closet door.

He saw Potter’s hesitation and cut it off, “Pin me tighter.”

Draco nipped Potter’s bottom lip, curling his arms around Potter’s shoulders. He shivered faintly as Potter’s hands wandered down his sides, hips-

“Can you lift me?” Draco asked and was delighted when Potter immediately shifted his grip, his fingers curling under Draco’s thighs and sliding him up the door. He laughed breathlessly, his legs looping around Potter’s waist. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said and kissed Potter again and again.

Potter’s eyes were intense, his heart pounding in his chest where it was pressed against Draco’s. Draco indulged in running his fingers through Potter’s hair, catching silky loops of black around his fingertips and tugging. And Potter made a noise in the back of his throat that would have made Draco go weak at the knees if Potter wasn’t holding him up.

“Malfoy,” Potter breathed. His mouth moved down along Draco’s jaw, and Draco tilted his head up, allowing Potter’s mouth to trail down his neck, tongue flicking out and leaving a trail of heat behind.

“Harry! Are you coming?!” Longbottom called from the living room.

Potter startled, and Draco grabbed onto him tightly in case Potter forgot he was holding him up.

“Sorry,” Potter said. He adjusted his grip and let Draco back down onto his feet.

“We’re about to start,” Granger added loudly.

Potter took a second, letting his hands linger on Draco’s hips before he called back to the living room, “I’m coming!” He looked out of breath and flushed. It was a good look on him.

“Sorry-”

“You said that already,” Draco said.

“No, I’m sorry about Hermione,” Potter said. “I told them no alcohol, but I didn’t say why. I figured you wouldn’t want them to know.”

“….thank you,” Draco said.

“Harry!” Weasley shouted.

Potter took a step towards the door, “Are you coming?”

Draco shook his head, “...I’m tired.”

Potter hesitated and then came back, stealing a quick kiss, “Okay. You can use my bed if you want. And, erm… the sweater, just be careful with it. It means a lot to me.”

Draco didn’t miss that Potter eased the door shut as he left so it wouldn’t bang closed.

Draco looked down at the sweater he had put on for the first time, handmade with a large H stitched into the centre. It looked like one of the sweaters Potter would wear around Hogwart’s in the winter. He wondered who had made it for him.

It took what felt like hours to unstick himself from where he was standing, to move anywhere, his mind caught up in a racing, hazy mess of everything that had happened.

Draco sat on the edge of Potter’s bed and dropped onto his back, staring up blankly at the ceiling. Despite what he had said about being tired, he was fairly certain he had never felt more awake in his life.

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[catofaurora]

@amity206

I at post bc ask box is being silly

loved the drawing of your story loving potion brewer~ you mentioned before about how kamari and warren work together but I can't find it no moreee (┬┬﹏┬┬)

can you please tell me more about them and how they work together? like how they got to know each other and so? I think about them at times and want to know more~ ^^

[snamioneasks]

Hi! I read A LOT of HP fanfic, mostly the Snape/Hermione ship, and mostly epic length. There are three l've been trying to find FOREVER and having no luck. I'm hoping you may have some ideas. For reference, these are all SS/HG. TIA.

The first is one where Hermione helps Dumbledore brew a potion needed for Lupin after he was attacked by death eaters, because the potion requires the female part be brewed by a virgin. Then Hermione becomes a maiden brewer until Voldy finds out and loses her virginity to Snape out of both love and necessity for her safety.

The second...and this one has been driving me crazy...is Hermione is trying to develop a treatment for cruciatus that partly involves the victim being placed in cold water. Sounds crazy, but it was a good read.

Lastly, Hermione and Snape are getting closer when a potion explodes (one female student sabotages another female student's potion over jealousy about a boy) and Hermione is seriously injured and Snape spearheads her care. Her parents are dead (killed by death eaters, if | remember) and come to her when she's near death from the accident.

Have a great day and thanks again for any potential

Epic-length Snape fics used to be my fave, so I should know these.

I'm 99% sure that the second one is:

Looking for Magic by Hypnobarb - M, abandoned, 115 chapters - Severus Snape and Hermione Granger deal with traumas past and present and find they have more in common than they realize as they prepare for the ultimate confrontation with Voldemort. SSHG pairing. Not HBP compliant. This is a novel length story.

Not sure about the first or third one right off. But! Do you mind resending them in separate asks? That way when we find them we can tag them appropriately.

#Author: Hypnobarb #Cruciatus Curse

[wyra-salome]

♥ MiqoMarch Day One: Introduction ♥

Wyra Salome is a self-proclaimed witch -because potion brewer doesn't sound as exciting- hailing from the Black Shroud. She brews and sells anything you could need that comes out of a glass bottle. You can even purchase potions of dubious legality... If you know how to ask.

#miqomarch #ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Things Hriob is No Longer Allowed to Do, Revised Edition - Part Trois

#81 Yes, exercise nuts often invent new fads to sell shit to the unknowing masses trying to ‘get in shape’. No, I am not allowed to market a new “Diogenes Workout” involving rock climbing using only a cauldron and a sledgehammer. Not even if I demonstrate how ‘easy’ it is.

#82 Yes, Sparring is a fun way to get a full-body exercise so long as I have a designated partner and don’t get carried away. No, asking bargoers random thugs and mercenaries Pirates with serious anger issues anyone ‘Hey, you want to Fight?’ is NOT sparring and I am not allowed to do this anymore.

#83 I am forever forbidden from ‘Saving Christmas’, even ESPECIALLY if I was the one who put it in Jeopardy in the first place.

#84 I am not to confuse ‘Spreading Christmas Cheer’ with ‘Getting the masses intoxicated with my Eggnog Special’. There’s more to the Spirit of the Holidays than Spirits, Hriob, you should know this already.

#85 Just to be safe, to build upon the prior two rulings (#83 and #84), I cannot ‘Save’ Hanukkah Kwanzaa Thanksgiving Halloween Easter Ramadan St. Patrick’s Day Valentine’s Day ANY remotely ‘major’ Holiday regardless of whether or not it has anything to do with any given religion.

#86 I can be ‘Santa’ for Christmas, or I can be ‘Krampus’. Both have ups and downs, but I will remember to pick ONE and stick with it per christmas season, for my own sake as much as everyone else’s.

#87 Regardless of whether or not I have the powers of Bardic Magic on my side or not, I will refrain from abusing this power to turn deadly battles villainous monologues do-or-die moments training sessions ANY moment that isn’t already filled with unusual amounts of song into quaint musical numbers. Yes, even if the children love it when I do that.

#88 I am not a cherub, and even if I’m not too shabby with a bow when the time calls for it, I am not allowed to claim that I can make people fall in love by shooting them with arrows splashing them with potions showering them with chocolate serenading them getting them drunk enough holding them at knife-point locking them in a small room together ANY means - and I am forever forbidden from trying to prove that I can.

#89 The power to ‘bring snowmen to life’ is not a Right, it is a Privilege. The moment I abuse this power for ANY reason is the moment I am forever banned from making ‘Atronachs’ of ANY material, period.

#90 Even if I know any personifications of the Seasons personally, I am not allowed to bribe threaten trick coerce seduce gamble use ANY means to adjust when one season ends and another begins, be it for my own benefit or ‘shits and giggles’.

#91 Reddish hair or not, Inconceivable Alcohol Immunity or not, Strange Luck or not, I am NOT Irish, but Czech-German, and I am not allowed to let others confuse that issue.

#92 In accordance with the prior rule, this means I am not allowed to celebrate St. Patty’s Day unsupervised, nor am I allowed to encourage people to ‘Kiss me’ under the pretense that ‘I’m Irish’. It's bad enough I have too many people who’d do it anyways, they don’t need further incentive.

#93 As a self-employed Entrepreneur and Craft Brewer, I understand the importance of self-promotion and advertisement. Making careful deals with bar owners and handing out Business Cards is a step in the right direction - Going door-to-door with a red wagon and trying to use arguably cute animal familiars random woodland creatures glamours girl scouts boy scouts random children important children puppies kittens baby seals ANY variation of ‘little helpers’’ to make sales is right out.

#94 Many restaurants and food vendors enjoy using the concept of ‘Free Samples’ to sell their products. As an Alchemic Craft-Brewer, I am to remind myself that, no, this is NOT a valid method of advertising for my wares, with all but a few NO exceptions.

#95 As I grow more talented with Life magic, alchemy, and gain access to individuals with greater talents in those fields than myself, I am to be reminded that I will not create/pester others to help create a ‘Molotov Cockatiel’ to use as a familiar pet prank biological warfare agent FOR ANY REASON.

#96 The ‘tomato allegory’ is a good way to demonstrate examples of Wisdom versus Intelligence, as well as other ‘DnD stats’ in a real-world context. I am NOT to try and actually act out parts of the allegory, or try to make my own ‘better’ one using beer vodka hamsters zombies drunk zombie hamsters ANYTHING ELSE, “just because” - no matter HOW ‘educational’ it may or may not be.

#97 I am not allowed to stress-test Bowling Lanes or Equipment by “playing as hard good fun as I can”.

#98 I am not allowed to help Jacob in any variety of smithy, workshop, metalworking, or engineering project without additional adult supervision. Let the Coilgun-powered Hammer be the last Scientific Monstrosity I help bring into the world.

#99 When building massive projects involving Gingerbread buildings ‘To Scale’, I will remember to make sure that the Runic Protections prevent anything breaking, sagging, dirtying or making any part of it inedible, and also remember that the Load-bearing structures are kept far away from hungry guests whenever possible.

#100 Just because I have a Ring of Sands that gives me an extra casting focus for my magics, attuned to both Wind and Earth elements as well as the Concept of Sand itself, does Not make me ‘The Sand Guardian, Guardian of the Sands’, and neither does it give me any reason, excuse, legitimacy, or ability to tease, torment, or banish The Master beyond what I already can do in any way not already defined by the pertinent ‘unspoken agreement’ - even especially in light of the fact he’s already broken it.

#101 Yes, I am a Lord of the Fae, and can use my power to command certain kinds of ‘Lesser’ Fairies, including Pixies. Yes, Pixies are for all intents and purposes magical glowing balls of flying teeth and mischief with a taste for human flesh. No, I am NOT allowed to ‘summon’ them by quoting the Wicked Witch of the West and/or weaponizing massive swarms of pixies as a substitute for flying Piranha Unless I really want to Excepting truly Dire Circumstances by my reckoning as defined by a rational, responsible adult that is not myself.

#102 Upon further revision and consideration, the above rule (#101) is to be applied to any and all flying creatures, contraptions, and/or weapons, magical or otherwise, again excluding Emergency Use as defined by an independent observer. Projectiles of any kind, guided or not, are to be used carefully, not liberally.

#103 If against all odds and attempts to avoid combating a so-called God or Deity fail, and violence becomes necessary to defend myself or others, should I be given the chance to attack them with something resembling a symbol of their office, I am to remind myself of two things first:

A) If it is a symbol of their office, they most likely have high resistance to it, if not power over it, and I ought to consider other options B) I am not allowed to chant ‘Stop Hitting Yourself’ if I proceed to attack them with said symbol regardless of the above step.

#104 I may be immune to Nightwood poison powder, but that does not allow me to ‘create a new version of the cinnamon challenge’ using it instead of a generic spice, nor use it for any other purposes beyond careful poison applications. And even if that does include toxic smoke bombs, I will NOT refer to them as ‘vanishing powder bombs’.

#105 I am not allowed to apply to break into enchant curse be within a seven mile radius of interact with any ‘Bed Bath and Beyond’ with the intention of “revamping their ‘Beyond’ section to comply with the Better Business Bureau’s advertising standards.”

#106 I am not allowed to break into buy the entire stock of in any way acquire any amount of scented candles beyond ‘2’, even especially with the intention of creating a ‘Scented Wax Antronach’.

#107 Just because my blood probably should be a controlled substance in at least 39 states by this point, doesn’t mean I should brag about it. If anything, the less any given national government knows about me, the better.

#108 The above ruling (#107) is to be extended hereafter to all other bodily fluids, samples, and secretions of my physical form, including Lymph, Sweat, Bones, Mucus, Semen, Ligaments, Major Organs, Minor Organs, Imaginary Organs, anything and everything off my person.

#109 No longer allowed to avoid paperwork with the O.A.B. by just claiming “the Dog ate it”- Gurrel has enough on his plate without being made into a scapegoat. In addition, despite how much more likely it actually is, claiming ‘the Moose ate it’ is not acceptable either.

#110 Not allowed to look into body modifications - magical or otherwise - until I have been given a clean bill of health by a licensed therapist in regards to any potential body-image issues second opinion from a responsible adult that doesn’t veto my idea… and the moment I decide I want to ‘show them my junk and hope they can work their magic’ is the moment I am forbidden from getting any mods regardless.

#111 If given the option, I will Not use my powers of Lightning and/or Space-Time Magic to pull ‘random’ objects towards my person. It never ends well.

#112 I will remember why I practiced the Prestidigitation spells until they were second nature, and only use them for protection against theft and utility beyond the need for physical pockets - I will NOT abuse the powers to pick-pocket or ‘reverse’-pick-pocket others.

#113 In regards to rulings #107 and #108, I am not allowed to give my blood the ‘Dracula Seal of Approval’ regardless of the veracity of said claims.

#113 I may or may not be on the hunt for a ‘Mr. Hyde’ for peacekeeping and security reasons, and in order to negate and minimize any further psychological trauma to those around him. However, this is no excuse to psychologically torment said individual by replacing his surroundings with oranges, trapping him in tanning salons for weeks at a time, or any other long-term psychological warfare against him. As fun and/or cathartic as it may be, I should use the resources at my disposal far more tactically and efficiently This is why Billiam Cypher has been recruited to my cause and I should not deny him the opportunity to do the jobs I assigned to him.

#115 I am to extend ruling #79 concerning Fergus O’Dwyer to both Igor Van Lichtenstein and Billiam Cypher as well, without further context or clarification, as none should be required.

#116 “What Happens in Atlantis, Stays in Atlantis”, is not, has never been, nor will ever become a valid legal defense. The same is true substituting for “Pompeii”.

#117 Just because I met Gilgamesh in a past life (As Humbaba) and was subsequently killed by him and his best friend does not mean I get to claim he owes me money reparations a solid anything.

#118 Just because I met Odin and Fenrir in a past life (As Gammal vän Kunskap) does not mean I get to wear T-shirts that read “I helped save the world from Ragnarok and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt” or anything to that effect.

#119 I know I hate spandex and think it is uncomfortable, impractical, and generally a stupid thing to wear. That is no excuse for chastising the fashion senses of ‘superheroes’ and ‘supervillains’ I come across even if they clearly need the help for any reason.

#120 Yes, I know Mixed Martial Arts championships exist that incorporate Medieval European Weapons and Armor in the ring. No, I am not allowed to compete given my dozens of unfair advantages - if tempted to do so anyways I am to chant to myself the words ‘we have weapons and armor sparring at home’ until the urges subside.

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[superconductivebean]

4 and 12 for the Hogwarts Legacy MC ask game, please?

link to the questions list ; 12 is here ^ ^

4. What is your MC’s favorite class? Least favorite?

She has envisioned potioneers like apothecary cure-brewers with only a coin for thoughts. Her mother used to brew something all the time, too, and she looked like she was about to make a ton of profit off of some desperate pockets.

Then Eleazar gave her a pepperup potion for her cold. She sensed something was off when it left her the next morning and became ???????????????? after a sip on wiggenweld in the prologue-aligned part of her story. She was curious to meet Aesop, to say the least.

He was nothing like she was imagining him to be.

Potions is easily her top-fav subject.

Least fav is easily History of Magic lmao but she also had little luck with Divination. She can be quite insight-sensing but certainty of the vision eluded her; this part of her lore is rather new but.

She was the second crazy person in the school to take Divination for NEWTs (due to her interest for Oneiromancy and its tie to Potions).

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[dark-twist-fairytales]

I am here to inform you that your minecraft-playing post checks out so well that we're scared /j /lh

But actually though. Love that and can confirm Dmitri has a thing for decorating, he started building a mini Wall in minecraft and painstakingly chose out what kind of dirt to use for the ground and so far has gone through 3 different methods of lighting and about a million concepts for the hallways

Okay, but you are so right with Dmitri. I was honestly super tired that I was getting through the main characters last night (it was literally turning midnight when I finished-), so might as well throw in a few more:

Dmitri is a builder and decorator that takes so long to build that it makes it worth it. He's a middle ground between Rupert and Dave, good at building and good decoratoring. He enjoys the over world the best, but also loves seeing the blocks in the end and nether.

Grigori is a collector and loves to collect things FOR people. Hunting, chiseling, mining, killing, if you give him a list of things you need, he is ON it. While he mainly collects for Dmitri, he can collect things for other people if need-be. Any dimensions will do for him, but he does favor the nether just the slightest bit more, mainly due to the quartz blocks being so pretty and easy to get.

Galeforce is such a character in general, it's hard to pin him on anything. But you know the one thing that sticks out? Villagers! He makes good with villagers really easily, able to make trading halls (while they don't look the prettiest, they are effective), infinite supply of emeralds and iron, and mending books that he has specifically so Dave doesn't have to go through that struggle. If it wasn't obvious, the over world suits him best for this reasons.

Burt, oh poor Burt. He's probably one of the only people who knows the basic concepts of Minecrafts and had to teach everyone else, which was so painstakingly slow, he doesn't remember it. The only one that WAS helpful was Rupert during the Ender Dragon fight with a bow. (where did he learn to actually shoot a bow?) Either way, he's the one everyone turns to for information on things, or to prepare/fight/cheese bosses. He has written out books that catter to everyone's skills, with warnings for the cavers and has a short redstone guide for Reginald and Dave. As odd as it is, he lives far away in the overworld in an igloo house in the mountains, preferring the high up feel of the over world, but hates the void of the end.

Sven found one horse, fell in love, and now has animal farms. I wish there was more to tell, but that is exactly what happened. He figured out about animal farms and made sure they have proper places and living. But, this is not all he does. He is also a potion brewer! He figured it out through a slow and long process and testing things out, but now has a book filled with every single possible potion, length, and variant. No, you're not allowed to ask how long it took. Yes, he still searches for potion ingredients. He prefers the over world in a flower field rather than anywhere else, but also has a nether highway (Thank you, Charles) that leads to a nether fortress that holds his nether wart farm.

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[adventuringalchemy]

Just because it got mentioned, I actually recommend the 'Rise of the Archillager' book! I haven't fully read it myself, but it does indeed give an insight to villagers and illager mentality.

Villagers are overwhelmingly often headcanoned to be under some sort of virtue, oath or vow to never use violence (maybe with exception of defending themselves or their loved ones), much in contrast to their rough, hostile counterparts the illagers who even fight and bully amongst themselves (at least Archies tribe seemed so in the book). Villagers value hospitality, community, peacefulness. o3o

Although they can have negative views on things like players (heroes in dungeons) or illagers, they don't physically fight them. Just make remarks and are relieved when the leave.

There's also a headcanon I saw somewhere that those who went against the vow or otherwise did something ill-willed, undesired, they'd become nitwits and wear green robes (not sure if that changed in the villager rework, probably, yeah), just to signify their lower status now. They can't have jobs or contribute to the community no more. Like a soft banishment. (just mentioned it because I think it makes some semblance of sense)

Since villagers are largely about community, it does make sense that they have tight-knitted relationships and expectations/rules. Of course it can differ from village to village, from villager to villager, from biome to biome- but most agree, villagers are altogether the most peaceful kind to find.

Just imagine, players and villagers don't even speak the same language (canon) and they still agree to trade and welcome them, even if it's understandably a scary encounter since Players/Heroes are alien and unpredictable to them! Dangerous! o0o

Does make one think! owo

ANONYMOUS SENT AN ASK .

first and foremost -- the green robes thing. i don't know if that would necessarily be true. at least in ivor's case. the idea of it happening could be true i mean, but i don't think they did that to ivor. i don't agree with how fanon calls him arrogant and entitled -- i just think he knows his stuff and knows his worth. but there are multiple times where he admits that there are people out there who are better at things than him. regardless, he is the best potion brewer in the world and he knows that. he owns up to it and loves it. if the villagers were to make him an outcast and they were given green robes, ivor would no longer wear the green robe he wears now. if in fact, he was given that from a village. especially since he knows that he's excellent at what he does. at least in my backstory, the moment he knew his mentor was fucking him over, he wouldn't wear those robes anymore. he would even wear his silly undergarments compared to that robe. because to him, it would be taught as a symbol of weakness. and ivor knows he isn't weak with his passions.

and yes, i am aware that they speak a different language! i know that the minecraft logic in mcsm is a little different. because milk can cure wither sickness, there is no such thing as a formidi-bomb, and jesse could have mined above the lava to save xara after drinking milk to get rid of the wither sickness. like, there are so many loopholes in the story that could have easily been solved. or situations that can just never happen. i take that into account always, but i still make it so that ivor can craft potions and enchantments you can't normally do. that's one of his shticks!

but in mcsm there is a villager. nurm. he doesn't speak english, but jack can understand him. and nurm can make body language clues to help make jesse understand him better. considering the history that my ivor has, i imagine that either his mentor knew of the languages that the human spoke of or ivor learned the villager language. i wouldn't be surprised if he learned the villager language; he is very adept with history so he would want to connect with villagers, especially clerics, to learn more about the past of the world and their history. see if there's anything he can learn or grow more with.

as much as i hate the gimmick they did with season 2 ivor and making him a ninja, he does hint in the scene of saving nurm that he can discuss and talk with nurm because he thought with him about a plan to escape. so he knows the villager language. so regardless of whether or not his history was within a village, he does know his way around talking to them. (though frankly the scene also makes him out to be puffy and overexaggerated, which he wouldn't normally do unless he's super duper excited about something but that only comes with alchemy/enchanting/exploring)

i'm sure that ivor's mentor had to have a big talk with the village about letting him in. but this is something that i really want someone else to work with, right? i want to rp with the mentor i made for him and have someone flesh out the character. i want to give this character to someone for free. if villagers are meant to be peaceful, what made him an absolute piece of shit? is he just racist and hates humans? does he have his own history of abuse? i want to see someone flesh this character out. partly because i don't know the BASE minecraft lore all too well, but mostly because i want to give his mentor out for free and have fun building the character and the village they're in with someone. did his mentor automatically accept ivor's parent's request? did he take his time?

in any case, ivor definitely knows his way around villages and villagers. if you take the backstory i made for him or not, he definitely at least goes there to trade and to learn from them. he is super interested in their culture, the history of the world, and what makes them who they are. to me, the best way to make sense of his love for knowledge would be to have him be taught in a village for years.

#⚗️ OOC . #⚗️ ASKS . #⚗️ HEADCANONS . #mcsm jack #mcsm #mcsm nurm

[carnivorousyandeere]

Also! following that "OC as X instead of Y" theme: what about Witchy Penny? apologies for sending asks about the same characters, i'm just in love with them 😂😳

No need to apologize~! Been enjoying writing for them :D

And Penny is most definitely, without a doubt, an extremely talented kitchen witch and potion-brewer. She can whip up the most intoxicating love potions and will gladly make some for others— for the right price, anyway.

You might never know if your feelings for her in return were genuine, or a product of her own creation— but sure enough, you’ll find yourself becoming Penny’s perfect spouse a little more with each bite of the delectable desserts she hand makes just for you 🫶

I think she also has a special way with plants and having a gut-deep feeling for the timings to plant and harvest things, but that animals would be wary of Witch Penny— it’s not that she does anything to mistreat or harm them, but they can practically smell the venoms of her spirit and craft, and want to avoid the power she has over them. If she wanted to, she could control them with song and dance Disney-princess style, but I’m sure her aims in doing so would be to make the animals attack someone she dislikes rather than anything wholesome. It’s for this reason the trees in her yard are conspicuously free of birds, and the natural-wildflower yard insect-free, save for a few wasps buzzing unusually calmly here and there.

#mail 📬 #oc penny #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

[missouri-witchcraft]

Hello, Jasper!

I've been contemplating the difficulties of compiling local resources in my usual methods, and I was reminded of this project of yours! If I can't find a sufficient resource for all this stuff, I'll make my own as well.

I can easily find resources on flora and fauna in the scientific sense, and while I am lucky for that and use it much in my personal magic, it's harder finding magical resources that don't solely talk about sage (as it grows lots here in the southern cali desert).

Do you have advice for researching local folklore and magic, or for finding resources? I'm not sure if it's an easy question to answer, as our local communities and environments are very different in many ways, but I'm sure anything you have to share is helpful!

~ Lysanthiir (not really)

Hello, Lysanthiir!

When it comes to researching the magical properties of flora, fauna, crystals, and anything else, I have to draw a lot on the UPG of myself and others. I have *possibly thousands* of posts of correspondences saved on my computer, which is then compiled alongside stuff from books and folklore I can find on places like Wikipedia or Academia.edu.

A lot of local folk magic is passed down from person to person. There are a lot of strange rules regarding this passing of information, but some people follow the rules more loosely than others - especially because the rules vary based on place. I recommend just talking to people around you and asking about superstitions, local healers, and stuff like that. People get jumpy when you call it magic or witchcraft.

As for written works, try focusing on historical stuff for your most local area. For me, the best I usually get is the Ozarks, which I'm technically in but barely so.

@serpentandthreads has a Discord server for folk magic practices, so people in there may be able to help and guide you to other sources!

As for the non-local books I use, here's a list. I use these books for correspondences, so be aware that not all are up to par. I'll put an asterisk by the ones I really recommend for information beyond the correspondences.

Elements of Witchcraft series. Various authors. 2020-2021.

Grovedaughter Witchery*. Bree NicGarran. 2016.

Kitchen Table Magic*. Melissa Cynova. 2017.

Potions, Elixirs & Brews*. Anais Alexandre. 2020.

The Ancient Magick of Trees. Gregory Michael Brewer. 2019. (Helps with tree identification and focuses on American and British trees.)

The Crystal Zodiac. Judy Hall. 2004.

The Encyclopedia of Crystals. Judy Hall. 2006.

The Encyclopedia of Magickal Ingredients. Lexa Rosean. 2005.

Tree Magic. Sandra Kynes. 2021.

If you're interested in a look at Appalacian-based folk magic, I recommend Roots Branches & Spirits (H. Byron Ballard, 2021). If you're interested in city-based magic, I recommend City Witchery (Lisa Marie Basile, 2021). These two books can help you get a look at how things adapt and change in different places.

I hope this helps you, Lysanthiir!

~Jasper

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