#my grandmother used to tell me that she was a witch and that her daughters and also me were ones too

[tchaikovskym]

I have to admit I never even imagined witches to be evil until I came here on tumblr and read some of y'alls analysis of literature and other media. The whole evil laugh and brewing potions did not connect to being evil in my mind ever. I was just raised with everyone around me thinking witches were cool as hell.

#my grandmother used to tell me that she was a witch and that her daughters and also me were ones too #and tbh i believed that bc she used to take the pain away with her magic #which was just her hovering her hand above the painful place #and istg it worked every time be it placebo or the #im not going to explain the neural pathways that make thermal and tactile sensations lessen the pain #but its a thing #and all my aunts liked witchy stuff #they made runes on pebbles by painting the sigil with a nailpolish on them #my grandmother also told the future by regular playing cards #i was taught the thing where you hold a necklace and ask a question and if it swings one way its yes the other - no #both my mom and grandmother have had at some point protective spells in their wallets #my grandmother always made a protective spell on us when we were leaving #i was taught to always greet and thank the mother of forest when going mushroompicking/collecting berries #me and my younger aunts (i had 5 year difference with the youngest) were always up to some weird stuff #like you know lighting a candle by the window and repearing a phrase to see how your fated one will look like #a lot of things in midsummer with flower crowns were done for luck or once again to predict the future #oh and the whole holding a metal object that started turning in your hand when you went above underground water junction #there were. a lot of things. #oh and we even collaborated with ghosts #and we had two completely black cats when i was little #and i remember i once found a part of an animal skull on the ground and i felt overjoyed #so yeah thats how i never even imagined witches could be evil #until late teens

[nebulablakemurphy]

Through Love And By Love (Pt. 9)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

18+ ONLY this chapter contains sexual content.

Part 8

Hermione and Ron’s daughter, Rose, Harry and Ginny’s son, Albus, and Rosanna and Draco’s son, Scorpius, are all born within three months of each other. Rose is the oldest, followed by Scorpius and finally Albus.

All of their children remain close growing up, their lives forever entwined. But the three of them are truly inseparable.

Years pass, Harry is head of the auror department, spending a fair share of time with Draco. His partner of sorts, after Ron left the ministry, to join Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Hermione succeeded Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister for Magic.

For all intents and purposes, Rosanna still works interrogations. But truly she's a floater; she goes wherever they need her.

A twelve year old Rose, blows out her birthday candles, making a wish as everyone cheers. Hermione has a few tears in her eyes.

"Alright presents, presents for the birthday girl!" Molly takes her job as grandmother very seriously.

"We have loads to open. Ron, cut the cake for us, will you?" Hermione presses a hand to her husband's back.

"Yeah, Ron. Cut the cake for us!" Not two, but four voices sound in unison. Fred and George Weasley have always been especially fond of the Malfoy twins, and vice versa.

Molly eyes them fondly, yet in warning.

"This one's from me!" Hugo holds up the parcel, proudly. "And Mum and Dad."

Rose moves the present to her ear, shaking it with a smile.

"Sounds like-" Scorpius leans closer.

"We're here! We're late! We're sorry, Rose!" Leo rushes into the room, boyfriend Henry in tow. The blonde leans down, kissing Rose's head.

Rose reaches back and offers an awkward sort of hug. "Thanks for coming, Leo. I know you're busy."

"Never too busy for you." Leo is jet lagged, coming off a huge win, as seeker for the Holyhead Harpies. The all female team is headed for the Quiddich World Cup, for the first time in history.

"It's my fault, I'm always slowing her down. The muggle airports are a nightmare!" Leo’s boyfriend, Henry, is a rather tall, lanky man, with chestnut curls that spring freely about his head. As it turns out, squibs can't travel far by apparating with a witch or wizard. So when they travel long distance, it's by plane.

"Tell us about it." Helen, Hermione's mother understands completely.

"Anytime we go on holiday, security is barmy! They on flagged me because I forgot about my shoe buckle. They checked our luggage twice and we missed the entire flight." Hermione’s father, chimes in.

The conversation sparks Arthur's interest. In his humble opinion, muggle endeavors are more interesting than most magical ones.

Leo sets a large rectangular box near the growing pile at Rose's feet with a wink.

"What is it?" Albus inquires.

"You'll have to wait and see." Leo shrugs, ruffling his hair.

The Malfoy's are known for their extravagant gifts. This stems largely from Draco's upbringing. Gifting is his love language, Rosanna is showered in jewelry and clothing and handbags. Their children are no different, it is their father's way of showing just how much he adores them.

Rosanna accepts graciously and encourages others to do the same. This is particularly hard for Ron. Who for the longest time, thought Draco was just boasting about how wealthy he was.

The other children twiddle about, watching the gifts unwrap.

"Stop, James!" Polaris swats the boy's nagging hand away. He’s been tugging at her white blonde hair.

"Well if your big head weren't in the way." James remarks with wicked grin, giving another tug on her locks.

"Quit, James, I'm serious." Polaris pulls the end of her ponytail over one shoulder.

"No. I'm Sirius, James Sirius." He is a shameless flirt.

"That isn't funny, you must realize that." Vega scowls.

"Don't be so hard on him, he's trying." Roxanne, Angelina and George's daughter, remarks. "Can't all be blessed with the funny gene."

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When things are good, they’re good. But when it rains, it pours.

Rosanna stomps toward her husband's office. Fuming down the hallway, past her coworkers with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, clenched in her first.

Draco's door opens for her, on command, "sweetheart." He greets, from behind his desk. A bit of green apple still trapped between his teeth. “What’s happened?"

Rosanna slams the paper down onto the desktop, hand trembling as she does. "He can't go in September."

Draco sighs, skimming the front page. 'Desperate for male heir, Draco Malfoy acquired a time turner to have wife impregnated by He Who Shall Not Be Named. Scorpius Malfoy, son of the dark lord and Rosanna Malfoy is set to attend Hogwarts this coming fall.”

"It's too wordy, Skeeter has lost her touch." Draco shrugs, brushing the paper aside.

"Scorpius can't go to Hogwarts." Rosanna wraps both arms around herself.

"Of course he's going. Come off it." Draco can feel a throb take up in his left temple.

"Did you read what she said?” Rosanna's tone verges on hysterical. "What she's implying-"

"Is as disgusting as it is far fetched." Draco says, dismissively. "No one's going to believe this rubbish."

"You don't understand." Rosanna shakes her head, making to leave.

Draco stops her, leaning his body heavily against the door, blocking her exit. "Enlighten me." He taps her temple twice, before resting his hand against the side of her neck.

She fills his mind with hushed whispers and sideways glances. The apologetic smiles from members of her department, snickers and sneers from the last man brought in for questioning.

"You'd never do it for him, you know?" The man scoffed, teeth rotting out of his foul mouth. "You reek of desperation and remorse. You're pretty poppet; but you're weak. The dark lord couldn't get up for you."

"That's just ridiculous," Draco mutters, as they finally break apart. "Any man could get up for you."

"This isn't a joke." She snaps. "What if the other kids, or their parents see this and think-"

"No one who's anyone is going to believe this." Draco says again, softly. "He's been waiting to attend Hogwarts for years. We can't keep him home."

"What are we going to tell him?" They can shelter him at the manor. In their small group of friends, but not forever.

"We're going to tell him what we've told him a thousand times. People say things about our family that are vile, and moreover untrue." Draco understands this is hard, he knows she's frustrated. But they're on the same side and he doesn't want to fight.

"Rita's been saying Scorpius wasn't yours since he was born. But this...is the worst. How could she think that he-"

"Hush, love." Draco draws her into his chest, swaying her gently. "Scorpius is a wonderful, loving, smart, compassionate boy. He's our boy, and he's good."

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The months leading up to their youngest child's departure are torturous. They speak about the war, the parts they played. How sometimes they worked with opposing forces, but truly they always fought for each other. A vague rundown of their prophecy, briefly touching on the blurred lines they'd crossed while Rosanna was under the imperius curse. They mention Hermione's torture, the final battle, how choosing Harry allowed him to win.

Presenting their son with his own copy of their autobiography. "Through Love And By Love" by Draco and Rosanna Malfoy, was on the required reading list for seventh years.

Although he wouldn’t be reading it for sometime; each of their children was given a copy with their dedication on the first page.

'For Leo Selene, our every dream, the light at the end of the tunnel, and inspiration to write this story.'

'For Arlo Cressida, our reason to seek healing, the hope for a better future, and inspiration to share this story.'

'For Vega Juniper, our next chapter, the first half of our double trouble, the world is a better place for having you in it.'

'For Polaris Athena, our moving forward and second half spitfire, you burn as brightly as the star for which you are named.'

'For Scorpius Hyperion, our proof that history does not always repeat itself, and that things will get better; no matter how impossible it seems.'

Scorpius runs his fingertips over the scripture, "I know why you're worried about me. But I'm your son," he says, proudly. "If you can survive all of that," he clears his throat, "I can survive being called names."

"Some people suck," Rosanna tells him, leaning forward to take his hands. "Don't let them get under your skin. Always remember who you are."

"You'll have Albus and Rose there with you." Draco tacks on, "Your sisters too, if you need them; James, Teddy-"

"I know Dad," Scorpius cuts off his father with a lopsided grin.

Rosanna pulls back, before she bursts into tears. "You want some tea?" She runs a hand over Draco's hair.

He turns, slightly, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Tea would be nice."

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"Did you get the talk too then?" Rose asks, aboard the Hogwarts Express, after their parents and the train station have disappeared from view.

"You mean the birds and the bees? Yes, I did. It was awful, thanks for reminding me." Scorpius frowns.

"No, not that talk." Rose rolls her eyes.

"You mean about the Wizarding war?" Albus asks his cousin.

"Exactly...you in particular, Scorpius. How are you doing?" She puts her hand over his.

"I'm fine, Rose." He stammers, "it's weird though, my looks favor my Dad. I'm surprised no one's said she's not my real Mum."

"Everybody knows Skeeter's a tosspot." Albus shrugs. "And that's besides the point, if any of you are fathered by you know who, it's Polaris." The girl is a nightmare in her own right.

"Then Vega too, by default." Rose says disapprovingly. "They are identical twins; that means one embryo divided during-"

"Don't you think he's suffered enough without thinking about his Mum's embryos?" Albus scolds his cousin.

Scorpius smiles, "thanks, Al. What'd you say we try our luck flagging down the trolley? I want to try the chocolates."

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Arlo leaves her train car and Ravenclaw roommates, to wander down and check on her brother. Peeking through the glass window at her youngest sibling, having a laugh with Rose and Albus. The seats around them full of empty sweet wrappers.

She's about to knock and get his attention, when someone startles her.

"Is he someone I should know?" A burly, dark haired, boy asks. His door pulled open behind her.

"Excuse me?" Arlo turns quickly, it's not a voice she recognizes, heavily accented and deep.

"You are the third one to look in." The boy motions to Scorpius. “Is he special?"

"I guess that depends on who you ask," she shrugs. "He's my kid brother. I have three sisters, two are still students, we're supposed to look out for him."

"He is special then." The stranger nods.

"You're not from here." Arlo says with a smile. It's a breath of fresh air, meeting someone who has no clue what sodding Rita Skeeter and the Daily Prophet, has been saying about their family for years.

"What gave me away?" He laughs, flashing her a blinding grin.

"Well for starters, you've got a smidge of an accent. Any relation to Bulgarian Bon Bon, Viktor Krum?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Bulgarian Bon Bon?" He's never heard the term.

"Never mind, it's just a thing-" she shakes her head.

He grins. "I am Marko Petrov."

"Arlo Malfoy." She extends her hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you, my Arlo." The tall man takes her hand gently, pressing his lips to the back.

"Just Arlo," she stammers, breathlessly.

"I will learn." He takes a step back, bowing his head.

"Honest mistake." Arlo waves away his concern, "so what brings you to Hogwarts?"

"My mother passed away three years ago." Petrov explains.

"Oh, I’m sorry."

"My father’s new wife was teaching in Bulgaria. But her home is here." Marko tells his new found friend.

Arlo nods.

"Now we’re here." His voice is pleasant. The longer he speaks, the more Arlo wants to listen.

"I've gotta get back to my friends. But you can come sit with us, if you want." Arlo offers, waving him back toward her seat.

"What about your brother?" The transfer student asks.

"Scorpius is fine." Arlo assures him, he hasn't even noticed her standing in the doorway; for what was, at this point, an obscene amount of time.

"Scorpius?"

"We're all named after stars and constellations," Arlo explains. "It's kind of stupid, but it's a thing."

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Over the next few days, Draco and Rosanna receive daily letters from their children. Knowing from past experience, that they will die down after the first month.

"We have another Slytherin." Rosanna shakes the parchment at her husband as he lounges on the couch. Feet propped up on the coffee table, reading over a case file.

They had a Gryffindor, then a Ravenclaw, another Gryffindor and finally a Slytherin with Polaris, now again with Scorpius.

"Shall we head down to Diagon Ally and pick up him up a few robes?" The man is grinning at the news, taking the note to read for himself. "We can make a day of it."

"Sure, I'm gonna hop in the shower quick." She kisses the top of his head.

Rosanna loves his hair, she always has. So when he came to her, three years ago, and asked how she felt about him letting it grow out; Ro was all for it.

‘See if you like it, if not, cut it off, it's only hair.' She laughs, stopping him from agonizing over the prospect any longer.

Now it hangs well past his shoulders.

Draco sets the letter aside, venturing up the stairs to their washroom. He can hear the steady stream of the water, over Rosanna's singing. She has quite a pleasant voice, thick and sweet like honey.

He opens the door, stripping off his clothes. They haven't had a shag in the shower for years.

Rosanna hears rustling outside of the, sliding, glass door. Popping her head out. "Baby?"

"Who else?" He chuckles.

"Alright, smart ass, you wanna piece of me?" Rosanna arches a brow at him.

"Actually," Draco half smirks, "yes I do."

"You're a pervert, Malfoy, has anyone ever told you that?" She watches her husband step inside.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, Malfoy." He slides the door closed behind him, trapping in the warm air.

Rosanna smiles, with a shake of her head. "What if I don't?"

Draco tips her chin up, her eyes locked on his; burning with desire. Swiping his thumb over her bottom lip. "Shall I go then? Since you don't appreciate my advances."

"No." Her breath grows shallow, as he backs her against the tile wall.

"Better choose your words more carefully, my darling. Someone might get their feelings hurt." The corners of his mouth turn upwards.

She nods, mouth suddenly dry.

Draco blinks at her expectantly. "Why don’t you tell me what it is you want?”

"You." The confession slips past her lips, easy as breathing. "I want you."

"Care to be a bit more specific?" He nuzzles his nose against hers. "Seeing as I already belong to you in every way imaginable."

"I want-"

He moves his leg between hers, pressing against the apex of her thighs. "What?" He pulls back, when her lips search for his.

She whines, squirming against him. "Draco."

"You're not very articulate today, sweetheart.” The man taunts. "Shall I go first?"

"Yeah, that'd be good." Ro says, lips parted, slightly.

"I want to fuck you, against this wall. I want your fingers twisted in my hair, tugging and releasing, because they can't decide which pleases them more.” His voice is hypnotic, intoxicating. "I want your lips against mine, when you can't be bothered with kisses and just whimper until you cum. I want you to remember what it feels like to have me so deep inside that your pretty little cunt is sore. I want you full with my child, again." Draco purrs against her ear.

Oh. She mulls over his proposition while sliding the elastic band down hair. Fanning it out to frame his face, as best she can. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?" He murmurs, over the warm spray of the water.

"Please, fuck me." The cheeky little thing guides his mouth to hers.

"And what of my other request?" Draco inquires, if she says no, he'll cast the sodding protection charm; he needs to be inside her.

"Do it.” She agrees, “now.”

"You've never been one for delayed gratification. I've loved that about you since I was a boy." Draco confesses, sealing his lips over hers and lifting her up so that soft legs wrap around his waist.

Rosanna moans into his mouth, as his length fills her. "Shit, baby," her head thunks against the shower wall.

Draco sucks bruises into the exposed skin of her neck. Moving to her nipples with the same suction, one hand pressed against her back, keeping her arched toward him.

"You are so lovely," he whispers. "All mine."

Rosanna tugs his hair, pulling him back up to her. "Yours," she sighs, contently, against his lips.

His hands grope her bum, greedily. Thrusting harder, brushing against the spot that drives her mad.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." She chants like a prayer, nails raking over his pale skin.

"I love you." Draco replies, because there's not a proper word for how he feels about her. So he settles for love. Making her cum twice and swallowing her breathy whines.

“Fuck,” she begins to protest as his nimble fingers snake between them, teasing her sensitive clit. “Draco.”

“Cum on my cock again,” he orders.

“Please,” she whimpers, not entirely sure what she’s pleading for. The coil in her lower belly tightens, the sensation almost painful.

“Hush, my sweetheart.” He doubles the speed of his ministrations, guiding her lips back to his. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

Colors explode behind her eyelids, release washing over her in searing waves, never seeming to wane.

Draco follows her over the edge. Where you go, I go.

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The paper’s headlines remain cruel. Granting no clemency.

'Bandaid baby to mend Rosanna and Draco Malfoy’s crumbling marriage."

'Leo Malfoy to wed squib, further besmirching bloodline.'

'Arlo Malfoy's suspected teen pregnancy with Bulgarian transfer student.’

'Vega Malfoy caught snogging roommate Arlene Fischer.'

'Polaris Malfoy attempts woo James Potter, nearly one year her junior.'

'Scorpius Malfoy, son of the Dark Lord and Rosanna Malfoy, sorted Slytherin.'

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The children return home for Christmas. Rosanna pops in to say goodnight to each of them. Her second oldest daughter being the last stop. "Arlo, can we talk?"

She cuts her mother off. "I'm not pregnant."

"I know." Rosanna assures her. "I'm sure you're being safe."

Arlo sits up, motioning for Mum to join her on the bed. "We're not... doing that. I'm not ready. No offense, but I don't envy you. Having a kid right now- I don't think I could do it."

"You could, if you had to." Rosanna tells her, softly, "you think you can't. But somehow you just do."

Arlo offers her the brush, off of the bedside table. Turning so that her mother can braid her hair, like when she was a little girl. "Didn’t it ever piss you off? That you couldn’t finish school or do what you wanted?"

"Before I had Leo; I worried I wouldn't be able to bond with a child that I wasn't ready to have. But when she was born I understood. All those plans, goals, dreams, the things I wanted… didn't matter to me anymore. Because I was holding the entire world in my arms, she became my dream, she was everything I wanted. I felt the exact same way each and every time I held you. I wanted you, more than I wanted anything else." Rosanna begins weaving soft tresses into a fishtail braid.

"You're a good Mum." Arlo tells her, just in case she doesn't know.

Rosanna gives her shoulder a squeeze, "I'm trying."

Arlo relaxes into her mother's calming touch. "I'm meant to read the book this summer. It's on the required list."

"I can talk to Head Master McGonagall, if you need more time. I'm sure she will make an exception." It isn’t meant to be a burden on any of their children.

"I had Marko read it early. He said it was a good read. He didn't realize that you wrote it actually, I had to explain it to him." She’s become quite taken with her Bulgarian boyfriend. "Anyway, he has some questions. I think I probably will too. After I'm finished, do you think it’d be alright for us to sit down with you and Dad...and talk?"

"Yeah, of course, we can do that." Rosanna secures the elastic at the end of Arlo's strawberry blonde plat. She leans forward, kissing the back of her daughter's head.

"One more thing." Arlo catches Rosanna's wrist. "You said, in your dedication, that I was the reason to share your story. I think that's beautiful, but why me?"

"A lot of people expected different things after the war. They expected me to take Leo and leave your Dad. They expected me to press charges and send him to Azkaban. They expected me to lean heavily into my friends, because they were 'good' and the Malfoy's weren’t.” It's hard to think back to that dark time, after the war. When the world was quite literally in shambles.

“There was a moment of panic. How could we stop pretending like nothing happened; but at the same time let people know I was ok. I wasn't with your dad because of a curse, or a prophecy, or because he was the father of my child. I was with him because I love him. That was the story I wanted to tell; and I wanted to tell it for you. It never really stopped the media circus or the side ways glances. But you deserve to have all the facts in one place." Rosanna twists her hands in her lap, restlessly.

"Didn't you ever want the glory?" Arlo wonders, turning to search Rosanna's eyes.

"For a long time I thought I was going to die, that your dad was going to die. I thought I'd never see my parents again. Or my friends,” Rosanna tells her daughter. "Being here, married to your dad and getting to see my friends happy, with kids of their own, watching all of you grow up together. That is the glory for me."

"And your card comes inside the chocolate frog box." Arlo reminds her.

"That's pretty cool too." Rosanna laughs.

Part 10

#through love and by love #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x oc #draco x oc #Hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter fanfic #Harry Potter

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗔 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

By the request of my darling @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @dancingsunflowers-ocs (as well as @luucypevensie, though she's already been infodumped to about my newest children), I hereby present to you my new OCs for The Chronicles of Narnia! I might not have their official intro posts up for a little bit, but please still fell free to ask me questions about them!

(Before I get any futher into this, there are a few things I should clarify in order for the lore surrounding these OCs to make sense: 1) my OCs' stories are purely based off of the movie canon because the most I've read of the books is the first chapter of The Magician's Nephew, and 2) I have messed with the canon of the movies like, a lot. For starters, the Pevensies never go back into their world at the end TLTWATW, so they remain the kings and queens of Narnia. For another thing I also completely messed up the timeline so that the Telmarines try to invade and take over shortly after they become the rulers after they've heard about the White Witch's death, and Caspian defects and offers help to the Narnian crown, both because he wants to save himself from his uncle and because he never supported the invasion to begin with - basically, I'm just rewriting most of the story after the first movie to my liking. I'm still figuring out the intricacies of what that's going to mean for certain important events in the last two movies, but for now, on to telling you about the OCs!!)

HEMERA:

— Susan ship.

— Hemera comes from a family of Golden Witches - witches that have mastery over light and heat and solar energy depending on their power level. Her family comes from the same coven that the White Witch used to be a part of, and only a few of them, including Hemera's mother, were able to escape and survive when Jadis killed most of the coven and took over Narnia (yes, I have also very much made up my own Narnian witch lore).

— When Hemera is eleven years old, however, Jadis comes looking for the Golden Witches she missed, killing Hemera's mother, grandmother, great-aunt, and even her human father, and she is sent away to hide, becoming the only Witch besides Jadis left alive in Narnia.

— She spends the next several years in hiding, being sheltered by kind animals or sleeping in forests and being kept safe by the trees, until she hears that the prophesied Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam have actually arrived in Narnia and are teaming up with Aslan to form an army against the White Witches forces, and she decides to volunteer her magic to help in the fight.

— Her magic isn't actually very strong or focused, however, because she's spent so long barely using it to try and stay safe, so she doesn't do much in the fight. But after Jadis is defeated and the Pevensies are crowned rulers of Narnia, Aslan suggests that they appoint Hemera as the Court Witch - a position rulers of Narnia before Jadis would always have a Witch fill, to help in any battles and provide council on magical matters - promising that he will give her lessons to help her connect more to the Deep Magic and her own powers.

— A hopeless little lesbian who takes one look at Susan with her bow and arrows and pretty much immediately falls in love (it takes Susan a little longer, especially considering the era she comes from, but she gets there).

— Definitely just as much a ray of sunshine as her powers suggest, but also not very good at social interaction since she's spent the majority of her time alone since she was eleven, so she's very impulsive and often just says whatever pops into her head (definitely a perfect contrast to Susan's quieter and planning-inclined nature).

— She and Susan are very much sunshine x sunshine protector.

— Becomes another sister to the rest of the Pevensies; she might have lost one family, but she definitely gained another.

ALARIC RYKER:

— Peter ship.

— A teenage crime lord from Thorn Town, a small city far enough away from Narnia's capital to be mostly spared from Jadis's wrath when she took over Narnia, only having to suffer the eternal cold and the general decline in food rather than the White Witch's cruelty.

— Long before Alaric was born, a smuggling ring called the Shadowy Ravens sprung up in Thorn Town as a response to the lack of resources, stealing from Jadis's soliders and shipments going to the royal palace in order to give them back to members of the community. They began resorting to worse means of getting things as time went on, even killing a few of Jadis's guards, but Jadis never payed them enough mind to take action against them, and the few soliders who did try to get revenge for their comrades were not sucessful.

— Alaric was born a street rat, born to a mother who didn't even know who his father was and who abandoned him when he was a few months old, and he was taken in by the second-in-command of the Shadowy Ravens, who raised him like his own son and taught him everything he knew.

— Alaric eventually rose to second-in-command himself (after doing some less-than-ethical tasks to prove himself) and after both the Ravens' leader and his adoptive father were killed in a scuffle with Jadis's soliders, shortly before the Pevensies came to Narnia, he rose to become the youngest leader the gang had ever had.

— About a year after the Pevensies are crowned kings and queens, when the Telmarines start to invade, Peter approaches Alaric and the Shadowy Ravens, asking for Alaric's help and for soliders to boost their army. He's heard about Alaric's gift for strategy, how despite being so young and constantly underestimated he's managed to take down several more gangs who sprung up in the early days of the Pevensies' rule and tried to steal his territory, and Peter knows his men are strong and trained enough to fight the Telmarines, but loyal enough that they will only join the fight if their leader gives them permission.

— Alaric is pretty reluctant at first - he doesn't exactly have a great amount of trust in any Narnian leaders given how he grew up - but he also figures that not only do the four new kings and queens not seem so bad, but that even if they don't turn out very well then the Telmarines would be worse, so he agrees to lend his strategic knowledge and any of his men who are willing to fight to the cause.

— After the Telmarines are defeated, Peter offers him a position as the new head battle strategist of the Narnian military, and Alaric actually decides he's had enough of being a gang leader, of all the violence and worrying about an entire village full of people depending on him, and accepts it, giving control of the Ravens over to his second but also making sure that the Pevensies set up a new system that will provide extra resources to towns and cities farther away from the capital like Thorn Town. (He also accepts the offer only a little bit because he thinks the new High King is cute and brave and compassionate.)

— It still takes him and Peter a while to get together, mainly because Alaric has big-time trust issues and struggles to let down any of his walls, but once they do they're a surprisingly sweet couple, and the other Pevensies are more than happy to accept Alaric as their new future brother-in-law.

KAI HALLOWS:

— Caspian ship.

— A pirate boy!! He was basically born on the sea, to a former captain of the Narnian Navy (Jadis disbanded most of the military when she took over and replaced them with her own soliders) and his wife. Kai was born on his father's ship, but it was difficult since no one on board really knew how to help a woman giving birth, and his mother died shortly after.

— After his wife's death, Kai's father retreated into the delusion that he was still a respected member of the Narnian military (despite the fact that most of the sea around Narnia was half-frozen and everyone in the surrounding countries were too scared of Jadis to allow his ship to dock in their cities) and ran his ship like a dictator, barely ever giving his crew a break and ignoring his son unless Kai had done something he didn't like, in which case he was yelling at him loud enough for the whole ship to hear. He treated Kai more like an insubordinate member of the crew than his son, and his actual crew did more of a job raising Kai than he did, taking it upon themselves to take care of the boy and raise him right.

— Kai was definitely a troublemaker and a bit of a rogue, always getting into trouble whenever the crew was actually allowed to dock somewhere, whether that was from pickpocketing or pulling some kind of prank on a local solider. Eventually, when he was fourteen, his father became fed up with him and left him, abandoning his son at a market in a city far away from Narnia and setting sail again, despite the protests of everyone on his crew.

— But rather than let that do anything to stop him, Kai located a large abandoned ship in the local harbor, claimed it as his own, and worked odd jobs until he had enough coin to fix it up properly. A few friends he had made in the city decided to sail off with him as the first crew members of the Golden Fish - the chosen name for his new ship - and as they sailed around more and more, getting used to thieving and being pirates in general, they picked up more and more souls looking for adventure, until Kai had himself a proper pirate crew.

— And a few years later, when the White Witch was defeated and ships started coming out of Narnia again, they were able to ramp up their exploits even more, until the Golden Fish and her crew were one of the most notorious names on the high seas.

— They're so well-known, in fact, that when Caspian wants to set sail to try and find seven Telmarine lords that he thinks will have the answer to stopping the green mist that has started to overtake parts of Narnia, High King Peter decides that it would be a good idea to contact the captain of the Golden Fish and offer him a large payment for taking the prince, his two youngest siblings, and their chosen crew along for extra protection.

— Kai agrees, of course - not only will he never say no to adventure or any amount of coin, but he suspects it might be good for his reputation to do business with the High King and not wind up in prison because of it - and he and his crew take the the prince, king, and queen, along with their chosen companions, aboard their ship to set sail on this voyage.

— He and Caspian bond over their father issues at first, but they get closer and closer over the course of the adventure, with Kai bringing Caspian out of the shell he was forced to live in when he was with the Telmarines even more than the Pevensies have over the year he's been with them, and eventually, of course, they fall in love!

— Kai also develops friendships with Lucy and Edmund - he and Edmund bond over being proud bisexuals with no time for hetero bullshit, and he and Lucy are very much badass WLW/MLM solidarity - and even when the voyage is over and they return to Narnia, Peter and Susan take an immediate liking to this boy who's stolen their friend's heart and managed to make him so happy (even if he does get the shovel talk of a lifetime from both of them).

Aaaaand that's it for info on my new Narnia babies!! It might take me a bit to get some proper intro posts for them, but you can still feel free to ask me whatever questions about them you want to!!

(I know I said Grace and @oneirataxia-girl have already been infodumped to about this, but I'm tagging them both because there's new info here, and I'm also tagging @endless-oc-creations because she loves Narnia as well!!)

#plot bunnies #upcoming ocs #oc: hemera #oc: alaric ryker #oc: kai hallows #narnia ocs #chronicles of narnia ocs #fic: sunbeam smile #fic: arsonist's lullaby #fic: jolly sailor bold

[melrosing]

I come from a family of three girls and one boy and can I just say I know exactly that you mean? Not that it is revolutionary to say there is misogyny from mothers to their daughters but when I read the headcanons it felt familiar. I'm the eldest daughetr as well. it doesn't actually matter if you're the perfect daughter or not, they're gonna treat you the same

no fr... i'm one of two daughters of a woman who literally never wanted sons but like GOD this shit. the last time I visited my (now ded) grandmother - which was always really fucking fraught because my mother was convinced her mother had hated her since the day she was born and had often told me so, and had all these memories that she said showed her mother liked her younger brother better but that my grandmother remembered differently, and my grandmother was loving with me as a kid even if she lost a little interest when I was nine and my uncle had sons - anyway the LAST time I was sat with her whilst my mum was at fucking Tesco getting food she was going to cook for the three of us (that she’d pre-warned me my grandmother would criticise once it was on the table) and we were having a nice enough chat and it kind of felt warm like when I was kid and I was like you know what this lady AIN’T so bad as my mum says and there’s two sides to everything etc etc and then my gran said ‘btw you should really come see me without your mother some time. your mother. I’m telling u. there’s something twisted about her. when she was three and your uncle was a baby I left them with your grandad’s brother Terry and he was bouncing Nigel on his knee when I came to get them in the evening and he said what a jolly boy Nigel was but he pointed at your mum and he said that one: is a little witch. and she’s been giving me bitter looks all day.’ and then my gran looked at me all knowing like there you go, there’s your mum for you and then started talking about something the gardener said but I was just like excuse me I am going to the loo!! and I went to the kitchen and cried a bit!!!

anyway. we were talking to a cousin of my mum’s a year or so later and turns out great uncle terry fucked with kids so. there we fucking go i guess

#ask #would you believe we were talking about cersei five mins ago #cw child abuse

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

“This is the greatest day of my life. I can’t believe this is happening. Do you know how few people have done this? You used to have to be royalty to even know about their existence.”

“I am royalty,” Ulyssa remarked, entertained by her excitable little brother. “And as you always remind me, your greatest day is a three way tie between your wedding and the birth of your kids.”

The Durant siblings stood outside an otherwise unremarkable house in a less expensive part of Pleasantview. The house was small; the modest frame was expanded with the use of shipping containers. Pleasantview wasn’t known for a low cost of living, especially with a nobility and attention seeking witches to support. Estates were common in the areas surrounding the old castle and old ruins filled with lingering magical energy was where most witches chose to dwell. The “ordinary” people were scattered across the country, far enough away from the rich or powerful areas to be noticed by most of society. Naturally, if someone or something wanted to keep a low profile, this neighbourhood was an excellent choice. Everything on the street was quaint and charming. Well manicured lawns and carefully maintained wooden fences were everywhere.

Ulyssa had questions and concerns that could only be answered by a trip to Pleasantview, but wasn’t brave enough to go alone. Luckily, her little brother Jorah seemed to know a little bit about everything and had jumped at the chance to accompany his sister on an adventure. What she had overheard Claudia tell her wife was concerning. Not only did Claudia know about Georgiana’s paternity, but her only heir to the most powerful throne in the world was a Bellamy.

She could blackmail Roman or Wanda with her daughter, potentially harming Arkhelios. She could expose Georgiana and ruin my life- our lives.

They had all agreed that Georgiana would be Maura’s daughter when Ulyssa discovered that she was pregnant. If her daughter ever found out the truth, it would be devastating. Ulyssa needed some dirt on Claudia if she was going to keep her family safe. Something that she could use as a bargaining chip. If Claudia was going to threaten her family, then Ulyssa was going after Claudia’s. The only problem with that plan was that no one had really seen her family. Her own government listed her parents as dead, but also as unnaturally able to produce three children and stop by the castle on occasion. King Ewan and Princess Anneken were undead creatures who stayed in the shadows, flitting between life and death as easily as a demon.

“You know what I mean,” Jorah scoffed, refusing to let his sister ruin this moment for him. “No one has seen a reaper in recent memory, or if they have, no one will admit to it. They used to be legends and myths and now they’re real! Well, I mean they were always real, but they’re not hiding anymore. Well, I guess they are still hiding, but these ones aren’t. How did you manage to track them down anyway? Did you have to watch someone die and then trap whoever showed up? Did someone who had a near death experience point them out? No, I bet it was a dark spell that required a blood sacrifice to get the information.”

“I looked in Maura’s address book,” Ulyssa sighed. “You let your imagination wander far too much. Her grandmother had their address and it got compiled in Maura’s copy when she took the throne. Why on earth would I have to do any of that other nonsense?”

Jorah pouted, despite his excitement. There were times when his sister’s bluntness overshadowed her kindness. Living in a castle hadn’t made Ulyssa any less cynical, she just usually hid it better. Only Ulyssa could make meeting one of the rarest supernatural creatures into something mundane.

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe, just maybe, you can only find a grim reaper when it’s doing its job?” he shot back. “They blend in otherwise. Maybe they have a dark form like vampires and demons that you can only see when it’s reaping souls. It makes sense to me.”

Ulyssa took a moment to reflect on her brother’s ideas. Truthfully, she didn’t know much about the grim reaper or any of his associates, but Jorah didn’t need to know that. Reapers had been just a footnote in their magical studies class at school as little was actually known about them. Jorah loved reading about the supernatural and world history, but books could only tell him so much. According to some ancient texts and some mysterious undated writings, the academic community had mostly agreed that there was one “Grim” reaper that assisted a sim with the process of dying, and a handful of lesser reapers that assisted him in this task. No living soul had insight beyond that, or if they did, they weren’t sharing that information.

The first glimpse of this secret supernatural hierarchy had come from Crystal Cove centuries ago when it was still known as Viper Isle. Reports of people seeing glimpses of deceased sims running around in robes and cloaks just before someone died were recorded in the history books, even if they weren’t taken seriously. A former king had seen his dead brother on a battlefield and spoken with him. This was chalked up to the king’s history of mental illness, even when his son confirmed the story. The next sighting was during the Great Demon War where palace staff claimed to see the recently murdered crown prince of the newly named Blue Viper Isle. When humans defeated the demons intent on expanding their territory beyond the Void, there were whispers about secret meetings held by the queen and long deceased members of the community. The demonic ruler of Strangetown was seen arguing with a man that no one had seen age and had demonstrated mysterious powers through his long lifespan. Strange children enrolled in school and were picked up at the end of the day by people who looked oddly familiar to dead sims. Sometimes these children would display unusual powers of their own but remained tight-lipped on where they’d inherited them.

Over the centuries, these accounts were assumed to be myth. Reaper sightings dropped and the creatures were considered about as real as a unicorn. They were a fantasy cobbled together to help the people endure hardships by imagining a world where their lost loved ones could return to them. Supposed sightings happened every few decades, though few found them credible. It was said that the ruler of a nation was sometimes warned by a reaper of a great peril they could intervene in, though no royal diary had ever recorded such a case.

That was until Queen Claudia had taken the throne. Born Claudia Goldman, the queen had grown up in this humble house with her two loving parents and her little brother, Oliver. To the outside observer, the Goldmans looked like a typical commoner family. That couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Anna Goldman had been born Princess Anneken Spencer Toyonaga, the crown princess of Twikkii Island and Strangetown. Her husband had been born King Ewan Ben Goldman Siew, the infant ruler of Pleasantview upon his father’s death. Both of them had died incredibly young, Anna as a toddler and Ewan as an infant. Their families had mourned and the line of succession moved on.

Until the day that Claudia and Oliver Goldman were enrolled at the Princess Zarah Royal Academy, their tuition paid for by the queen of Twikkii Island and her ex-husband, the former crown prince of Strangetown. Both children were listed as their grandchildren, even though neither supposed grandparent could list which of their children had created these mysterious grandkids. Pleasantview was ruled by Queen Charlotte II at the time, a ruler installed by a foreign government who hated living in Pleasantview and who was hated by Pleasantview in return. The nobility had salivated to learn that a blood descendant of the last “true” bloodline existed and upon turning eighteen, Claudia completed the first and only peaceful transfer of power in Pleasantview’s history. Claudia Goldman became Queen Claudia Anneken Maricourt Goldman Goss overnight and once again, the living world brushed against the world of the dead for a fleeting moment. Reapers had to be accepted as real creatures to somehow produce this living, breathing genetic successor to two dead sims. In the centuries that would eventually pass, Claudia’s origins would likely be interpreted as metaphorical or as just a myth to support a regime change and reapers would once more disappear into history.

Which was why Jorah could barely contain his excitement. Only a handful of people had knowingly interacted with a reaper, and even fewer had lived to tell skeptical audiences about them. Claudia’s origins could be explained easily enough by genetic tampering and a surrogate pregnancy, true, but there was confidence in the way Claudia held herself when she spoke about her family. As a family man himself, Jorah could see the respect and love she had for her mysterious family members, and Queen Spencer and Prince Vrai had both supported her claim and sponsored her education. You didn’t get royalty to do that unless there was a legitimate reason.

The siblings approached the house cautiously, unsure of what to expect from its inhabitants. Would there be a fight? Would the reapers run away? Would they kill the Durants just for looking for them?

Ulyssa held her breath and dropped to a curtsy as soon as a figure appeared at the door. Beside her, Jorah waved like an idiot.

“Can I help you?” the man asked, looking baffled by his visitors. “Are you selling something? I don’t think we’re interested. Money’s tight these days. But thanks for dropping by.”

Ulyssa dared to rise from her curtsy after a moment had passed and the door hadn’t immediately been slammed in her face. The man had kind eyes and bone white hair and barely looked older than Claudia. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn’t this.

“Your Highness? King Ewan? My name is Ulyssa and I’m married to Queen Maura Siew. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to talk to you if I could. Please don’t kill me or my idiot brother; we don’t mean you any harm or disrespect.”

The man looked visibly confused by this but made no move to reject them.

“Maura’s wife? I don’t think I’ve seen my niece since she was a teenager. Work keeps me busy these days. Come in, come in. Show me pictures of your kids, Claudia says they’re quite cute.”

The Durants slowly moved into the house, closing the door behind them. Was this a joke? Was this a trap? Neither one of them knew what to expect.

“Anna, we have guests! Your sister’s daughter in law stopped by. No, she didn’t bring the kids. I don’t know what she wants. Just come down and find out for yourself.”

“Is your hair white because your ‘job’?” Jorah asked excitedly, trying to remember every detail of the house they were in so he could relive this experience over and over in his mind.

“Uh, no. I inherited it from my father,” the man replied. “It runs in the family, you could say. Who are you exactly? You’re not that Abe that Claudia talks about, are you? With the demon son?”

Jorah shook his head quickly, fascinated by the knowledge these creatures possessed about his tiny settlement. Had they ever been to Arkhelios? Did they ever accept ‘assignments’ there? He had so many questions.

Before Jorah could ask anything else, a knock on the front door interrupted him.

“Mom? Dad? I’m here to pick up Mom’s brownies for the dinner tonight.”

“Wait outside!” the man exclaimed quickly, ushering the Durants out the door to the backyard in a hurry. “Claudia doesn’t like surprise guests. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“Grandpa!“

Just as soon as the Durants were shoved out the door, Victoriana rushed in, engulfing her grandfather in a hug.

“Vicki, what a surprise!” the man exclaimed, kissing the little girl. Even through the back door window, Ulyssa could see the deep love the two had for each other. This wasn’t some random person Claudia paid to play her parents, this was a legitimate connection. The man with the white hair had to be King Ewan. A woman descended the stairs who could easily be Claudia’s sister. Both had the same shade of green skin and gently curved ears and a commanding demeanor. With Claudia’s hair dyed black, the two women could have been twins. Both of Claudia’s parents looked like they were no older than thirty which was baffling. Ulyssa’s own father was an elder with grey hair and wrinkles who looked very much his age.

“Do reapers not age?” Jorah asked with awe, clearly noticing the same thing as his sister. “Do they age backwards? Do they have real bodies or do they possess living people? I have to know. This is amazing.”

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? Your brothers will be home within the hour from school,” Anna asked, grabbing a chair to sit next to her daughter. Ewan played with his granddaughter happily, seemingly oblivious to the guests outside.

“I have a meeting, I can’t,” Claudia sighed. “Then another meeting with the witch council right after. I’m hoping that Miruna can keep that one short enough that we can spend some time together.”

“Oliver is bringing a friend home from school,” Claudia’s mother insisted. “At least stay long enough to say hi. You never see your brothers anymore. They miss you just as much as I do. Ewan, tell your daughter to stay for dinner.”

“You heard your mother, “ Ewan laughed. “I’m going to barbecue for our guests, so if you miss your dad’s famous burgers, stick around.”

“That’s not fair,” Claudia complained. “Maybe I can take some on the road. You know I can't turn down one of Dad's burgers. They're almost as good as Grandpa’s."

Ewan laughed, reaching for a plate to put the food on.

"I'll be sure to tell him next time I'm over," he promised. "Though he has the advantage. Cooking with actual food is way harder than shaping energy in the afterlife. So, mine are better by default."

Beside Ulyssa, Jorah was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Did you hear? He admitted it," Jorah exclaimed. "He's a reaper! We're looking at a creature so secretive and rare that we might be the only ones who have seen one this century! Our names are going to be in the history books as witnesses! Even Bigfoot has reliable sightings more than reapers. This is huge!"

"Well, clearly they have people stop by and come home with their kids," Ulyssa pointed out. "They get seen, but no one knows what they are. Even at royal events. Maura says that sometimes they go to functions, but in disguise or something. She's never seen Claudia's parents really. Once in passing supposedly, but nothing else. There's probably tons of reapers floating on the edge of society that we have no idea about. Also, I think that you should probably refrain from calling them creatures. They look human enough to be offended."

"Dad? Do you have company over?"

Ulyssa froze at the question. She hadn't counted on Claudia stopping by when she decided to attempt this mission. She was here getting intel on Claudia, but that would all be compromised if Claudia knew about it. She'd tell Maura and then Ulyssa would have to tell her wife that she emptied her schedule today to play detective with her brother.

"Abort! Abort! We've been made!" Jorah whispered urgently. "Teleport us out!"

"No, we told him who we are," Ulyssa hissed. "We need a cover story. Claudia's going to be suspicious as hell about why we're here. She's going to tell Maura and I'll have to spend three more hours in therapy talking about boundaries."

Without thinking through his plan, Jorah opened the door and stepped back into the kitchen area. He waved awkwardly at Claudia in apology.

"Sorry, we don't mean to intrude," he said confidently, despite not having a single clue of what he was doing. "Ulyssa and I were just visiting. I'm sorry, I was bugging her about getting an autograph from Queen Claudia's parents because I'm such a fan. She told me that it was rude to try, but I was just so desperate. My kids and I collect autographs together and they begged me to add the royal family of Pleasantview to our collection. You're so hard to find accurate pictures of, but you know Maura so I thought-"

"That you'd come bother my family?" Claudia remarked. There were icebergs warmer than the tone of her voice. "Innocent civilians just wishing to exist in peace?"

"Claudia, calm down," Ewan snapped, cutting his daughter off before she could tear into the nervous visitors. "We raised you better than that. You, me and your mom aren't too good to do a favour for a father. What example are you teaching Victoriana? Did you bring your autograph book? I'd be glad to sign it."

Ulyssa froze, frantically trying to think of an excuse to have not brought an autograph book with them, but Jorah just smiled.

"Just the small one," he said, pulling out a thin booklet from his wallet. "I wasn't sure if we'd find you, so I packed light."

Thank god my brother is the biggest dork in the world. Of course he keeps an autograph booklet with him, he pulled one out at the last formal tea we hosted. He's probably not even lying about collecting autographs with his kids. Is that a normal thing for a parent to do? Should I be encouraging my kids with a group hobby? Probably. Just another thing I’m terrible at.

“Hey, do you know how to grill fish? I’m not the biggest fan of fish, but Anna loves it. If you could assist me with that, I’d have no problem helping you get some even rarer signatures,” Ewan suggested, clapping Jorah on the back. “How would your kids like Death’s signature? I could probably grab Life’s too if they’re in a good mood.”

Jorah beamed with enthusiastic joy and waved to his sister as he headed for the barbecue, leaving Ulyssa alone with Claudia and her mother.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #ewan jr goldman #Victoriana Goldman #sim: Victoriana Goldman #claudia goldman #sim: Claudia Goldman #sim: anneken toyonaga #anneken toyonaga #Jorah Durant #ulyssa durant #durant family

[slytherin-girly]

Shifting/ a Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: slytherin

Blood:half or pure

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{3rd person pov}

I will shift 1.. 2.. 3.. I will shift 1.. 2

. 3.. I will shift 1.. 2.. 3.. Y/n kept thinking to herself sitting in her comfy chair in front of her vanity that her great grandmother had given to her

Y/n was an ordinary girl or so she thought

Y/n had always believed in great witches and wizards ever since she was little

She especially wanted to go to Hogwarts

She kept saying those same words in her head over and over

Until it felt like she was being sucked in somewhere

Next thing she knows, she lands on the ground, cold and hard ground

"Oh my god.. I did it, again" y/n silently cheers

"I need a pair a robes, I'll steal some," she murmurs

Thinking surely no one will ever notice

She grabbed a pair of slytherin robes that just happened to fit her

She had read all about harry potter, watched the movies dozens of times, read the books millions of times

She even took the test, she indeed found out she was a slytherin

She had already shifted a few times here, made some friends

~~~~

"Hey pansy, what's up"

"Nothing, you"

"Nothing"

"Oh hey y/n" draco greeted y/n with a wave walking into great hall

"Hi draco"

They talked and everything the usual

"I'll be right back, I have to go use the bathroom" y/n said scurrying away

Truth was she wasn't going to the bathrooms she was shifting back to her normal, depressing life, in a normal world

She look into her vanity in pansy dorm, since she was kind enough to share with her, and she started shifting

She felt a pull and wham

She was back

~~~~~

"Its been awhile" draco says worry in his voice

They all shrug

"I'll be back." He says going up into pansys dorm, searching for y/n

"Y/n, you in here"

Just then he saw a vanity and he could see... through it..

"What the hell? Y/n?"

"Yes mother why?" Y/n inquires

"No reason"

Y/ns mother left her room

She turned around and look into her vanity noticing that she could she through it..

She saw a familiar blonde headed boy there too

"Draco?"

"Y/n?" What the hell are you doing there?"

"Draco it's hard to explain but I- I shifted to Hogwarts"

"Doesnt really explain this odd sort of vanity does it"

She was about to answer until both her parents barged through her door

"Oh and y/n-" they stopped immediately noticing who she was talking to in the vanity

"I dont think we should hide it from her anymore" her father siad

"Hide what from me?"

"Come y/n" her mother said

She followed them to an old dusty closet

"Y/n, you know how you always loved hogwarts and magic"

She nodded

"Well, it's all exists honey" her mother said

They took out their old hogwarts robes and showed them to y/n

"You're a witch y/n!" Her mother said proudly

"Does this mean I can go to hogwarts?"

"No sense in stopping you now, we have to get all your supplies" her father said

Y/n nodding eagerly

~~~~~

You walked to the train station 9 and 3/4

Y/ns one dream is coming true she can actually come to Hogwarts, and see him

"Draco!" Y/n called out to the blond boy

"Y/n! I missed you!" He engulfed her into a giant hug

"Me too"

~~~~~~

In the end y/n and draco eventually got together with the help of a few shippers anxious for them to get together

They had one son and one daughter, scorpius, and celestia

Turns out y/n was no ordinary girl, she was a witch and she was very proud of it too

#dracomalfoy #draco #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy one shot #harry potter fanfiction #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco x slytherin!reader #draco x reader fluff #draco fluff

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 100- The 13th Hour

Summary: Magic, spells and illusions oh my. Sometimes things aren't always as they appear. Thranduil? Where for art thou Thranduil? Something wicked this way comes. Raven is a wanted witch as Josie vows to end her. Is this the end of a great love? Only time will tell....

Warning: DEATH, angst, sexual references, language

"Love can sometimes be magic, and magic can sometimes be an illusion. Tonight is one of those nights when even the moon has to bathe himself in blood to prove the love for his sunshine."

All Hallows' Eve 1 am.

The full moon had turned to blood at the passing of midnight. Low rumbles of thunder could be heard in the remote distance and flashes of lightning flickered through the hazy night sky.

Raven stormed through the forest, execrated with rage after witnessing her mother's vicious death. She entered a secluded ritual ground that she held knowledge of as Caroline had frequently used it. Raven's hands burst into flames which also lit up the circle of standing firepits.

Her eyes burned bright orange, matching that of the inferno encasing her as she screamed. "Jareth!!!!"

Raven broke down in excruciating emotional agony causing all the fire to extinguish. Although she and her mother grew apart as Raven aged, Caroline was all she had in the entire world. Despite everything, she loved her...and now she was gone...bled dry before her very eyes. All because of you.

"Jareth!! Where are you??? I need you!!!" Raven howled.

The wind suddenly picked up and Jareth appeared behind her. "I am here. Do not fear. I am yours."

Raven gasped and spun around, jumping into his arms.

"Now now my love. Dry your tears and tell me what has caused them." the goblin King sympathetically demanded.

Rave released him and went into a rant. "They killed her! They killed my mother! And I saw it happen! Lestat and his evil clan, including my own grandmother. She killed her own daughter!. My mother trusted him and he turned on her! and they did it all for my wretched witch of a sister!! It wasn't supposed to be this way...my mother...she...she was supposed to come with us...far away from here where we would be safe with you in your Kingdom, after...after she took care of...that miserable Elvenking. And...she did...but something must have happened...after I assisted her to get him alone. I never should have left her but those damn elves were in the way....and the others were coming." Raven then became hostile as she clenched her teeth. "You have to take care of them all! For me, for my mother! and then help me finish the plan she started. I have to do this for her and to make my sister know pain like no other. Like she has caused me..."

Jareth paced slowly about as he took in all of this information. "I will help you but if you are asking of me to also harm your sister and her unborn child, I will not. It is non-negotiable."

"No, I meant I want her to suffer as far as pain...but..umm. Why?? Why are you defending her!! Like everyone else always does! She is nothing to you so why do you care???" The jealousy was unmistakable in Raven's tone and words. "Do you secretly desire her like every other man on the planet seems to? She has already taken one love from me, I will not let her have you too!!""

"Pipe down girl! Know your place for I am all you have left now. You do not want to infuriate me. My concerns regarding the Queen are none of yours."

"They are if you dream of fucking her!! Is that what it is?? Am I not good enough?? Do you crave a more experienced woman?? Because you will definitely find that in her! She's had two elves and a vampire. I am sure she wouldn't mind a....a...whatever you are!"

Jareth was now enraged like he warned her not to do. One swift turn of his hand and a monstrous creature evolved from the ground that stood growling with rage in front of Raven. She fell backwards and the alien like form raised his arm to strike her. A blinding flash of light then engulfed them both.

The hideous creature began to combust in flames, lighting up the forest up through the trees and then it fell dead at her feet.

She ran and then spun around to Jareth in utter fear.

He stood with a cheshire cat grin upon his face as he formed his hand into the shape of a gun and blew a heavy breath over his fingertip.

"Are you fucking crazy??!!" she reeled. "What the fuck was that thing??!"

"That my dear was a wendigo. I suppose if you had not been under lock and key for half of your life, you would have known of the deadly beast's existence. Crazy? Some may choose such words to describe me. But I am only crazy for you. As I told you once before...love me and I will be your slave....but as you have witnessed just now...cross me and I will dig your grave. You conjured me as you wished for a King. You should be more careful what you wish for, for you just might get it all....and then some you don't want. Have I made myself clear now?"

"Crystal....." Raven muttered with wide ghastly eyes.

"Marvelous. Now. For the task at hand that you ask of me. Thy will be done. I will go now and handle the matters and you shall go attend to your mother's and then off we all shall go back to Goblin Town to live happily ever after." Jareth reveled in delight.

"Wait...no. I want to go with you. I cannot go and handle her agenda all on my own."

Jareth stroked her trembling chin and locked his lips on hers, slithering his devilish tongue into her mouth. Raven melted against him at his touch as she twirled her tongue around his. Soft enticing moans escaped her and in turn, his firm cock and intermittent twitches could be felt against her pelvis. "I...I do love you my King Jareth. I wish for you to take me away from this awful place as I once asked of you before."

The goblin King smiled as a clock appeared behind him and he pointed at it. "So be it. The thirteenth hour is upon us. Time is short. I suggest you hurry before the blood of the moon wears thin." Jareth and the clock then both disappeared.

"J..Jareth?? Wait....oh god..." Raven panicked and then raced off.

Haldir, Legolas, Aragorn, Narcisse, Selene and Michael had sped off after Raven but the conniving sorceress was able to deter them from her path. That did not dissuade them from their course and they kept on in search for the fire fiend.

You finally let go of Garrett and ran to your grandmother Maharet, who was now nothing but a statue of stone.

"We have to do something! She cannot be dead!"

A cold hand softly rested on your shoulder. "The power lies within your grasp." You turned to see a saddened and bloody Lestat. Maharet meant a lot to him and she had also just saved his life. If not for her, he would not have been able to stop from sucking Caroline's last supply of blood. He then glanced down at your pocket.

"Oh...oh my god...the pendant! Will it...can it..."

"It can. Why do you think it is so desired in the vampire realms of the world." Garrett added as he came up to you with a smile. "You can bring your grandmother back Josephine."

You took it from your pocket and then gazed at Lestat. "Just so you know...If it were you before me in stone right now...I would do the same for you. You have earned a place in my heart LeBrat."

For the first time since you had known him, the disconnected vampire laughed a genuine laugh instead of his protective snarky ones.

"Just don't ever call me that again." he grinned.

"Deal.."

You kissed the gem and placed it on Maharet's stone cold heart, holding it there with your palm. The emerald lit up so bright, it x-rayed right through your hand revealing your bones and veins. Just like that, there she was, alive and well...and in shock.

"Grandmother!!" you screeched and ran into her arms.

After she realized what you had just done for her, her face softened and she embraced you in return. "I have no words. This will never be forgotten young one. And...just call me Mara. Grandmother seems so....old." she said with a smirk.

"I...I am so sorry for what you felt you had to do."

"Nonsense. It needed to be done or Caroline would have continued on her path of destruction. Now we must deal with Clover so you can find your husband. It is time to go."

As you all rushed out the door....a voice called to you stopping you dead in your tracks. Thranduil's voice. "Josephine...." You whipped around so fast, your neck cracked and then you ran back inside to where his voice came from.

"Thranduil!!! Thranduil, where are you?? I am right here, I hear you!" you cried and panted in despair as your eyes darted all around the room.

"Josephine? What are you doing? Thranduil is not in here?" Julian asked as he gently grabbed your arm.

"Yes he is! Didn't you hear him?? He is calling for me daddy! HELP ME find him!!"

"Josephine..." Thranduil's voice called to you again, but in a whispering echo.

You gasped and clutched your father. "There! Did you hear him??" The look upon Julian's face told you that he did not. "It's alright...you cannot hear him because it is our special connection! Thranduil!! Tell me where you are baby please!!" you shouted as you quickly paced around the room.

You were beginning to hyperventilate when ....you saw him. In the mirror on the wall with his palm resting flat on it...from the other side...and it was raining. He gazed at you with an expressionless face. His eyes were of moonlight... And....then you saw....her. Behind him on a balcony. The same woman you saw that saved you from the ravaging ocean waters...the same woman that you saw Thranduil conversing with on the grounds of his halls. His mother....

You turned to your father in desperation. "Do you see him????"

Julian shook his head softly. "No my love. All I see is our reflection."

"But...but..he is right here!!" You placed your hand on the mirror against his and you felt him. You felt his warm soft skin and could also feel his heartbeat pulse through you. His energy was invigorating.

Sparks began to fly as your hands touched and it shocked you. Literally.

The mirror shattered into pieces like a bomb had went off. The force of the blast sent you and Julian soaring backwards.

After all you had been through, you had become quite resilient and got right up to tend to your unconscious father who had held you in his arms to protect you from the fall. As powerful as Julian was, he still was somewhat weakened from 9 years of being shackled to iron.

"Daddy!! Wake up!! I cannot lose you again!" you sobbed and shook him.

Julian's eyes fluttered open and he sat right up. "I am alright my Jo...I think I just had the wind knocked out of me."

You quickly turned to the shattered mirror on the wall, then ran to it. There was nothing there but the frame and the back lining. You panicked and ripped the frame from it's tethers....and all you saw was a gray stone wall.

"NO!!" You smacked your hands relentlessly all over the empty stone slab. "Thranduil!!!" Your hands slid down the wall as you dropped to your knees and bawled.

"Jo...Come...we will find him."

"But...he was right here!! I..I touched him!! Daddy...you have to believe me! It was like...like he was in some other world. He needs me!! He is trapped somewhere! And...I...I..I saw his mother there too....My mother did this, I know it!!"

"Then we must go now and find him! and Raven... I promise you, I will do everything in my power to help you. There are 13 of us against one little weakened girl."

"She is by far not weak when she is this angry. Father, you should know that the strongest magic comes from the worst emotions...anger and rage. Let us not forget that she was a mere child when she slaughtered half of Laketown. We cannot take her powers lightly."

Julian lowered his hand down to you. "I underestimate no one." You whimpered a soft cry and took his hand, then reluctantly went with him while glancing back at the wall...

1:15 am

Aragorn and the six others found the stone circle where Raven had been. A light smokey film still lingered. "She has been here just moments ago and could not be far off. Lets keep moving."

"Wait!" Narcisse shouted as he glanced all around, smelling the air. He then rushed to the other side of the circle and found the still smoldering remains of the creature, then squatted down to study it.

"Is...is that...Raven?" Legolas asked with his nose cringed from the distinct foul odor.

"One could only wish. No...this mates, is a wendigo." Stephane explained in a disheartened tone.

"I knew that stench was familiar." Legolas informed. "I have not seen one of these since..."

"Gollum." Haldir whispered. "But..this one is much too large to have been him. And what is that other scent?"

Narcisse stood up. "You mean the citrus like smell?" His eyes scoured their surroundings in worry. "We have a much greater problem than Raven. Jareth is here....."

1:30 am

As you, Julian, Garrett, Lestat, Armand, Maharet and Marius raced around the grounds, a breeze swarmed over you and went right up your nose. Lilacs....

"Thranduil!!!" you began shouting in a frenzy as you charged off, following the scent.

"Josephine NO! It could be a trap!" Garrett shouted as he whisked up and snatched your arm.

"Oh you got that right G!!" Raven roared and set her hands ablaze. The redheaded fire fueled dhampir came out of an old church. "How about a little fire, lover?...a little foreplay yes?" She glared at Garrett with soulless eyes.

"Ok..." is all Garrett said and placed his hand out in front of him. You had almost forgotten how his hand lit up in flames when he was trying to teach you how to use your magic as he was a fire sign like you. But in this instance, he did nothing but flicker his fingers together while he grinned.

The flames in Raven's hand began to burn her and she couldn't put them out. Frantically, she swatted her hands about but they remained ablaze and she began to panic.

"You were saying?" Garrett taunted.

It began to rain. Raven became enraged and it broke the hold Garrett had over her. Her eyes lit up like a blood orange and she tenaciously sent a path of blazing destruction towards the both of you.

As the fire streamed right for you, Narcisse stepped in line out of nowhere. "How about a cleansing bath you fucking cunt."

Your jaw dropped as Stephane hurled a ball of water the size of two basketballs at her.

It knocked her over like a bowling pin strike and doused all her fire.

"Narcisse, what the?" you began to ask in shock.

"What? I'm a water sign." he excessively grinned.

Marius muttered from beside you in a jealous manner. "So am I." You had to chuckle as you remembered him taking Raven out in the same style when she sent fire at Haldir.

Raven was now on the ground choking on the smoke from her own fire. You ran and grabbed her up by the neck. "Where is my husband!" Your teeth were clenched so tight together, it hurt.

She cackled just like Caroline did. "Let me up and I'll tell you."

"Jo...do not! She lies!! Kill her...now!" Narcisse shouted.

"No!! She knows where he is! Tell me Clover!! Or I will have G light you up again." you shrieked with sarcastic emphasis.

Garrett gawked at her with a tedious grin. He was becoming impatient with the psychopath. "You're outnumbered so just give it up already."

"Why? So you can then kill me? You are the ones who are outnumbered. The 13th hour is almost up and he will come. Time is short."

You flashed back to your memory of Jareth on Halloween when you were 15, the clock with a 13th hour on it and how he had said those exact same words to you. He had also said he would see you soon. You turned to look at Julian in fear as you knew whom Raven spoke of, and also the fact that you swore you had seen him inside the party earlier.

Narcisse then came up to Julian. "Jareth has come. I can verify it from our earlier findings. Your brother is here. But why is beyond me."

Raven was dumbfounded. "B..brother?" Now it all made sense to her as to why Jareth would not harm you. He was your uncle.

"He has come because the wicked one has conjured him and he has....claimed her." Julian reeled as he glared at Raven. "Do you know what you have done witch?!" Even your father, as powerful as he was, seemed to....not fear but be somewhat intimidated by Jareth and you had to wonder why.

"Enough of this." Haldir snapped and leered down at the weakened dhampir with wide eyes. At that moment you then knew what he was doing. Haldir was taking advantage of her crippled state and forced his power of truth upon her. "Where is Thranduil!"

She began to whimper as she could not control her answer. "He is...he...is...in there..." She pointed with her shaking hand to the church she just came out of.

You stupidly let go of her and raced off to the battered structure as Haldir and Legolas followed quickly on your heels.

Raven took advantage of the opportunity and tried to escape but Maharet locked her to the ground with one glance.

"Hello granddaughter. I have been dying to meet you." Maharet's eyes glowed yellow as she formed a sinister grin and moved towards her only to be stopped by Garrett.

"Wait...not until we know if Josephine has found Thranduil."

"You all are in for a big world of hurt." Raven reeled. "Especially if you harm me. You will all see!"

"You have quite the big mouth for someone in such circumstances. Very much like your mother and look how that ended for her." Maharet snarled.

Raven glared at her. "You are deranged! You killed your own daughter! My mother!"

A hearty laugh plunged out of Maharet's mouth. "You do the crime, you do the time...in hell, and you will soon be joining her."

Raven gulped and frantically searched for Jareth with her eyes.

1:45 am

It was beginning to storm as you entered the darkened church. The only light shined of red from the blood moon through a giant hole where part of the roof had caved in at some point.

"Thranduil!!" you yelled in a panic. "If you can hear me, make some kind of noise so I can find you!" There was so much rubble laying around that made it difficult to navigate.

"Jo...we have to use caution in here." Haldir informed as he glanced all around what was left of the ceiling. "The roof is unstable and could collapse at any moment."

"I don't care! If he is in here, we have to get him out!" You had made your way to the back of the church where part of the wall was missing as well. The wind from the storm rushed in and pieces of stone could be heard intermittently falling. As you walked through an archway, you froze at the sight before you, sending your knife crashing to the ground.

There Thranduil laid on the ground perfectly still in a pool of blood. It all felt like slow motion as you forced your heavy legs to move. You plummeted to your knees at his side as Legolas ran to his other side and also knelt down while Haldir stood in shock. Thranduil's eyes were closed, his skin pale and he was silent.

"Thranduil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you screeched.

Your trembling hands cradled his face. He was so cold. You laid your head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat....but there was none.

You raised your head to look at him refusing to accept he was gone. "No......no....It's gonna be ok. Please just look at me. Please baby don't leave me." you squeaked as you began to break down.

"Josie, the pendant!" Legolas barked.

You gasped as his shout snapped you back to reality and hysterically fumbled to retrieve it from your pocket, then kissed it and slammed it upon his chest holding it firmly in place with your eyes pursed shut. "Please...PLEASE!!! Wake up!!"

Seconds went by that seemed like seemed like minutes. Nothing was happening. It didn't light up and he didn't move. "Why isn't it working!!??" you cried.

"It...it has been...too long. Jo...I am...so...so sorry." Haldir whispered in disbelief and deep regret.

Legolas had a dead locked stare on his father as his gaping eyes filled with tears.

Haldir's words echoed into silence and you felt your heart stop as time stood still.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you wailed. "Please come back!"

Everyone's heads snapped towards the church at the sound of your shrill cry. Maharet's hold on Raven broke from her distraction and she bolted off. Garrett, Selene and Julian all raced inside as the rest went after Raven. Garrett was the first one you saw come in.

"I...I am going to kill her.........."

@redeemer46

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 4

M-ish 🔞

Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht

(Yes, Guatemalan-Puerto Rican Actress Afria Arjona is my faceclaim for Eva)

Vw: mentions of sex, animal death, previous attempted sexual assault

Gif by @queenlagerthaa

She was born in December 1st 1896 to Henry Smith, the son of an English Romani woman and her Irish Traveller husband, and Isabel Riley, the youngest daughter of an Irish born Mexican war hero and his wealthy Spanish-Mexica wife.

She was supposed to be born December 12th, but someone had wagered ten thousand pesos that her mother could not get the next Pope to baptize her child.

So with the help of castor oil, Eva’s mother’s waters broke inside the Sistine Chapel.

While the circumstance of her birth was no coincidence, the fact that Isabel went into labor underneath God’s Creation of Eve was.

And so, the witch named the only child who inherited her gifts and all the luck in the world ---as well as the money Isabel had won with her cunning---, Eva Leonor Smith Riley.

It was that luck that kept her alive and would keep her so.

“I used to have a cacatúa with feathers like that.” She said as she stroked the feathers on his ankle wings making him groan in arousal and laugh at her words.

Eva was supposed get up and look for her clothes, but then she finally had a chance at touching his wings.

She had felt them brushing against her legs on occasion, hearing them flutter a little when they fucked.

For a moment the witch wondered if he’d take off when he came. This he had laughed at when she told him.

“What happened to it?” K’uk’ulkan asked amused and looking more disheveled than her.

His jewels and accessories had been strewn about when both god and witch gave into their lust and tore each other’s clothes off.

K’uk’ulkan was to be her first and her last, and even if she survived and lived long enough to marry, no man would ever compare to him.

“Got eaten by a black jaguar. My grandmother’s hacienda borders the jungle, and I thought I was doing a good deed by releasing it into the wild.” She answered sheepishly and he chuckled at her anecdote. “A very stupid thing to do, I know, but I was a child of nine.”

And a very odd thing to say to a man when you had done this with the intentions of taking him into your mouth, the witch thinks. Spirits, why was she even telling him this? This was supposed to be just sex.

“If you keep touching my wings like that, you won’t be able to walk for days.” He says so crudely, as if the witch didn’t want that to happen.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Kukul.” She smirked and lifted herself over his chest until she is just a whisper away from his mouth.

He doesn’t like the casual use of the nickname, made her call him Namor as he took her when she struggled to get pronounce his three-syllable name.

“Don’t call me that, wàay.” His hand, warm and calloused like that of a farm hand came to her neck.

She stills, but he doesn’t register that she is not comfortable with that.

Had she been different she would’ve found it erotic.

But she is Eva, and Eva has enough baggage to fill one of her family’s cargo ships.

“The last man who put his hand around my neck ended up with my hunting knife embedded in his skull.” She breathes out and he releases her, his hand moving upwards, to thread itself with her hair and pulling her to his mouth.

She doesn’t mind the hair pulling, not when she gets to pull his in return. His hair is soft, she had expected it to be coarse from the salt, but he had hair as smooth as the dandies who spend thousands of pesos in French hair products.

K’uk’ulkan kissed her deeply, he likes to kiss with tongue, taste her until she must pull him away because she can’t breathe.

He didn’t have such weakness, K’uk’ulkan was more god than man and she was his worshipper, his priestess, his witch.

“You are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” his voice alone is enough to make her come undone; he is as perfect as a lover as he was a stranger.

“You have no idea.”

He leaves without so much as a goodbye, why would he, this had just been them giving into the pull they felt towards each other.

Two lonely souls who have been drawn together just for a perfect moment.

But the witch can’t help but smile when she finds the two-strand pearl necklace forgotten under her silk robe.

#eva smith riley #kukulkan namor #eva x namor #kukulkan x oc #namor x mexican!oc

[goatskickin]

Wendy and the radio station intern Tatiana continue their discussion.

“So.

…

You are cursed, and you do not think that you are a witch.”

“Yes, I see plants all around me constantly. And yes, I am not a witch.”

…

“Fine. So, you’re not a witch.”

“So, how did you end up in Pitstop Valley? How did you know that I was a Good Witch?”

“Well, I needed a job, and I didn’t have to stay in Riverblossom Hills if I didn’t want to. And I heard a rumor that there was a Good Witch who owned a saloon in Pitstop Valley.”

“I heard she was powerful, but I also heard that she went by Mama Marguerite. I don’t think that’s you.”

“Right, that was my mom.”

“Why do you keep calling me a witch? No one has ever said that to me before.”

“…Your aura is powerful. It’s not all together Good, either.”

“Plus, I’ve heard about your familiar. The dog?”

“What, Ibrahim? What about my dog?”

“He’s your familiar, right? Does as you command, protects you from harm?”

“…yeah, I mean he’s my dog and he’s loyal to me. That doesn’t make me a witch.”

“You have a cat. Witches have cats.”

“Familiars don’t have to be cats. I’ve heard of a witch in Strangetown who has a parrot as a familiar!”

“Can you help me get rid of this curse or not? I don’t want to talk about cats. Or parrots.”

“Fine.

…

“Can you tell me about your grandmother? The one who put the curse on you?”

“Sure.”

“She died a few years ago. She raised me. My mom wasn’t around, and I’ve never met my dad.”

…

“She was a Plantsim.”

“…what?”

“I know! No one thinks they are real, but she was a Plantsim. She was.”

“Plantsims…don’t exist? Or, they used do? But they…don’t anymore? How - “

“I know, I’ve heard the stories. Either they are not real, or they used to be around but aren’t any more.”

“But I promise, she was a Plantsim. She couldn’t be anything but a Plantsim.”

“I mean, it would make sense I guess…the plants…”

“There were other signs.”

“…but your grandmother was a Plantsim, not a witch. She could not have cursed you.”

...

“Magic is usually passed from mother to daughter…are you sure your grandmother wasn’t a witch?”

“Yes. I mean, she could do some things…”

“…but nothing like what a witch can do. Just small things…and they all had to do with plants.” 

“Oh, Riverblossom Hills!…oh gosh after the fall, if she…if she was a Plantsim she must have been miserable! All of the orchards, the farms-“

“Yeah.”

“How did she even survive?”

“Sorry! I don’t mean it like that! It’s just that Plantsims, don’t they need –“

“No, it’s okay, I’ve asked myself that. Like, how did she stay alive? Why did she even want to, you know?”

“It was me. She had me.”

“Right before the fall, my grandma Daisy was going to leave Riverblossom Hills. To go to ‘the green place’. You know, where they say Plantsims come from?

“But my mom showed up at her house, pregnant with me. And then the Fall happened.”

“My mom left after I was born.”

“My Grandma Daisy says she joined a cult. Or went back to the cult. Or…something.”

“Do you think your mother was a witch?”

“Maybe.”

“What…what was your grandmother like?”

…

“I was afraid of her.”

“Oh! Why do you say that?”

“She was…I don’t know, scary.

…

She wasn’t my parent…and she wasn’t like any of the other grandmothers of the kids I knew at school. She was different. That made me different too.

…

I was afraid to have anyone over from school…I knew my grandmother was weird.”

“She didn’t really leave the house either. We spent a lot of time together.”

“So, you were like, her caretaker? I mean –“

“Well basically, yeah! I mean, kind of.“

“As much as a kid could, you know?”

“So, the curse. How did it happen?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain.”

"You know, I gotta admit, I am not exactly sure how this connection between Plantsims and magic works. But…”

“The curse, when did that start? About when you were a teenager, right?”

“Yeah…how did you know that?”

“It’s just that that’s the typical age when witches – “

“I am not a witch! Are you – “

“Listen! I am trying to help you here! It is unfortunate that this curse – the plants – is happening. Bu you also need to recognize that you have power, that you need help to control!

“You know I’m telling the truth! I know that you know that you have been able to do things, have control over things that you didn’t before. You can’t deny it.”

“Hey!”

“You need my help! And I need you – as my sister. Two witches are more powerful than one. We can learn from each other!”

“…what?”

#sims 2 story #apocalypse C.O.W. #apocalypse challenge

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Save the princess

(Ok if you guys don't know about this is a crazy scenario 😂 but my oc Jada has been living a lie all her life she thought she knew about Malleus and herself but like Aurora from sleeping beauty she finds out she's the daughter of the head master of Royal Sword and so after Philip tells her the truth she runs away back Diasomnia dorm and gets her things only to fall into a spell of a spinning wheel on his dorm leader staff that was cast on by Malleus. Royal Sword Academy goes to war with Night Raven College and so..it begins.)

After waking up after fainting Jada wakes up in the nurses station as Jasim and Alex surround her "Princess your alright." "Yes..where am I ?" "Your at Royal Sword everyone went to Night Raven College to talk with the others but I think a fight is happening." Said Jasim.

Jada walked to the car taking her to night Raven and she walked in on the scene.

A fight was happening but now it was up to Jada to fix it. Her and Grim go to fight and help. "Guys stop this!!" "Philip I don't know what's going on with you and Malleus but whatever it is you guys can fix it!" "There is nothing I wish to fix with him especially his guardian!"

"What? Why?" "I know you..I know your true selves Malleus Draconia the descendant of one of the greatest powerful witch of thorns! And her loyal servant Lilia the war criminal."

Her eyes opened in shock looking at Malleus "Malleus..is this true?" "Yes..but I care deeply about you Jada I didn't want you to get hurt or scared of me." "You think she'd love you after the lies you told her?!"

"Lilia you being a war criminal..is that true?" "Yes..it was decades ago!" "Not to mention Crowley had you kidnap his little princess!" "What?!" "Enough!" Said Crowley as if he was hiding something.

"Dad.. what is he talking about?" "Lilia took you when you were a baby under orders of Crowley I did research on him and everyone here apparently he's been watching you all your life.. watching you grow up, your powers grow, and that's why you've been here." "Oh my gosh..wait one of the Great sevens..is she your-?"

"Grandmother and he has been getting his education here and what lucky the mighty Malleus finds love and tenderness in a innocent girl to use to bare the next bloodline." Said Philip as Malleus' eyes glowed in anger.

"How dare you?! I love her!" "That's why you been coming to Royal sword so I wouldn't take your princess who isn't yours away?" "Wait Philip..how do you know this?" "Aurora is my grandmother and I read it in her diary."

Malleus glared at him he saw Jada's face and he couldn't do what he was going to do he looked at her "Malleus..is this true?" "Yes."

"So tell me what were you going to do if she decides to stay with us where she's safe put a curse on her?"

"Philip!" Said Ambrose shocked at his students words "I would never hurt her!" "Malleus I..I can't believe it."

"I'm sorry but your father told me to swear I was to say nothing when you're memories of me, Lilia, and young silver and sebek came I was to simply say that they were dreams."

Tears weld in her eyes "I can't believe it..how could you lie to me especially you dad?! I trusted all of you!"

"I did it to protect you." Said Crowley the other staff was shocked "Sure you were Crowley the ultimate price to pay to become a father was it worth it? The lies, the betrayal of her faith and trust in you? Her memories being washed away, her being stolen from her real adopted father?!"

"Stop!" She yelled as thorn vines came out of nowhere her powers were triggered by the overwhelming emotions she looked around her in shock she ran to Philip crying in his arms he rubbed her back soothing her "I'm sorry my princess.. I'm here for you now." He said looking at Malleus with his sword still in hand "Philip I don't want to be here anymore.. I now want to stay at Royal Sword I have to get my things." Grim walked with her to Diasomnia dorm and got her things she left over after the last time she stayed over with them she saw the spinning wheel and needle and felt something it glowed a dim green she walked towards it.

Grim sees this "Hey Jada? Huh what are you doing stop it! Don't touch that why is that thing glowing?!" He said holding her back "Jada...snap out of it!" It was too late she pricked her middle finger on the needle before falling grim rushed to her "Jada! Oh no Jada wake up!" He panicked running back to the others some were angry and sad Grim screaming caught Lilia's attention "What is it?"

"it's Jada she pricked her finger on the dorm leader staff and fell!" Malleus ran to the dorm "No!" He rushed in the dorm where the students looked at her as some were scared and didn't know what to do but stand "..No no not her!" His powers managed to get to his staff as most dorm leaders their powers are in objects they hold so his anger trigger the power in it "No..oh no."

Lilia said rushing to her side as Malleus held her "Lilia what did I do?!" "It's not your fault Malleus it's not like you did intentionally." "Oh no what have you done?!" Said Philip he tried to get to his princess but Malleus'power kept him from that "Stay away!" He slammed him into the wall "Malleus you must remain calm." Said Lilia silver and sebek came to see her body on the floor silver's heart broke the girl he was falling in love with was gone..or was she in a sleep like state?

"My baby!" Said Crowley Ambrose attended to Philip getting up "She.. is she..dead?" "No! She's alive!" Said Lilia.

Crowley order Royal Sword out but they didn't want to leave but they were out numbered so they had no choice but to leave Philip had one thing in his mind it was revenge. "Once I'm healed we rage war." He said to His brother and Jasim "Are you insane?" "No..I'm getting even."

At Diasomnia dorm Jada laid in a bed like sleeping beauty as Malleus cause a storm of lighting and thunder and dark clouds as this happened the dorm was covered up in vines of thorns "Do not worry my love I'll protect you."

@sanyu-thewitch05 more is to come!

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #royal sword academy #twisted wonderland scenarios

[ilovelotsofthings]

Genetic Owlbeast Au

The Owl beast isn't a curse that Lilith gave her. It is a genetic curse that comes from their father's side

Which means Dell is an owlbeast along with his daughters.

Well as Lilith is a Ravenbeast and Eda an Owlbeast Dell is a Cardinalbeast 

Birdbeast family ♡

Lilith is the largest and Dell the smallest.

Anyways Gwen is a part of the beastkeeping coven still but not to cure them.

She just likes to work with beasts. 

Also you have to care for beasts to marry into a family of birdbeasts

Also it is less of a curse now in their eyes as generations have passed and they've gotten used to it.

They still unwillingly transform when stressed or upset but they also can transform on their own freewill

Partial transformations are also still a thing.

Literally the only thing that has changed is there is more freewill and there is no 2nd entity with them

Idk if this will be important as I just type my thoughts down but the Clawthornes are related to the Wittebanes

Caleb's wife was cursed with this birdbeast curse. She also was a Cardinalbeast.

Oh also I named his wife Ariane [Nickname Aria]

Why are the Clawthornes cursed? 

The wife's grandmother was a adventurer who got cursed on an adventure

So still not The Boiling Isles magic

-+-+- 

Okay so they all still have their own rooms and 'actual' beds to sleep in. Also to hang out with friends.

They do have a room with a very large nest for the whole family to cuddle in.

I do even mean when they are fully grown.

Eda and Lilith did make their own nests in their closets when they were 10.

Also Eda and Lilith [technically Dell too] as toddlers were adorable. Their owl forms were the size of German Shepherd puppies.

With the age difference Lilith was also slightly bigger. Then she became fully grown and 4× the size of Eda

Also toddler birdbeasts are not to be trusted as they are more acting on instincts then logical thoughts.

Lilith bit Eda for the first time when Eda was a week old. Lilith wasn't doing it to be mean she wanted to play.

This also means lots of cuddles between the sisters growing up.

The sisters as they grew up started to shift from being in mostly birdbeast form to witch form.

Also Lilith was the one who stayed in witch form more often because of her constant studying.

Dell whenever he could would play with his daughters in their beast forms. It was just good all around for everyone.

Dell also stays in witch form more often because he loves working with his hands and his job in general 

Dell sadly still got injured by Eda in an accident. Eda was chilling in her beast form and got spooked by him. Which caused her to take his eye out.

Don't worry he didn't let her run away. For long at least. He found her and hugged her and explained he is fine and when she tried to say she ruined his life he just told her she didn't.

It did take awhile for them to get better. She did injure her father but he also explained he is fine.

His hand is fine and he technically can still carve; he just needed to learn to compensate for a missing eye.

He still decided to plant Palisman trees though and craves normal wood trinkets.

Eda and Lilith have necklaces their dad made them. 

He also made Gwen a wooded flower for her. She loved it. She gave him a gem.

Gwen also loves her daughters. She loves brushing her fingers through their feathers. 

She also loves showing off her scars she has gotten from playing with her daughters as children.

As I said they bit a lot as kids. Also scratches. This is a recipe for small scars.

[I've owned German Shepherd puppies and let me tell you they bite a ton]

Gwen also wanted to dress them up in their beast forms but they kept getting destroyed. Especially by Eda. They just didn't like clothes in beast form as it is too restricting.

Gwen is an adventurer at heart and loves to tell her daughters of her adventures.

Also idk if I still want her to be anti potions as it seems like that derived from Eda's curse in canon but it would be funny if she still was anti potions.

Hmm yeah no she is Anti Potions

Dell isn't though so don't worry. This is something they argue on.

Dell and Gwen are the couple who sleep in separate rooms because they just cannot sleep in the same room.

Dell loves heavy blankets and the soft. Gwen loves thin blankets and neither soft nor rough. Also Gwen snores.

They can sleep in the nest because of her big, soft husband. Also no blankets needed.

Anyway the portal was still found by Eda when she ran away for awhile after hurting Dell. 

He told her if she was going to keep going into the human realm she should learn about it first.

She sighed about it but she did do it. That is because Lilith loves to learn so she just joined in on the human realm learning.

Oh Lilith and Edna's relationship is better than in canon at this point. Like she is still envious of Eda but she isn't cursing her sister because Eda just told her she wanted to join to be with her and that she was going to forfeit.

So yeah Lilth. Sibling issues are there. Mommy issues are still a thing. Daddy issues none… well a tiny bit.

Dell did a good job at showing his kids equal attention.

I am slightly bashing Gwen but it is kinda normal for parents to pick favorites. They just cannot show it like Gwen did in canon and here [even if ever so slightly less so] in this universe I made.

Eda also has mommy issues from her paying too much attention to her. 

You think an adventurer would understand the feeling of needing to be free but she didn't get the memo for Eda.

[Pausing 5/31/2022][Continued 6/1/2022]

Eda runs off to the human realm often and sometimes brings Lilith.

They get stuff from the human realm that they do bring back.

They [Mostly Lilith] went to the library to learn about human history 

That also means they have seen the Wittebanes Statues. Which you know are their ancestors in this au 

A thing I decided is that they know that 2 humans came and not just Philip. I know in canon they only knew Philip but I just don't want Caleb forgotten by his family.

Most people still think only one human came though. Gwen did too until she married into the family.

They have no real reason to keep it a secret. They just want too.

They do have pretty comprehensive knowledge of their family history.

So Lilith and Eda finding out their however many greats grandfather's history in a library was exciting. 

They knew he was human but to find more stuff on him even if a bit scattered.

Also more info on their however many greats uncle. Also excited to learn about their mostly unknown uncle.

Well until decades later when they find out he is Belos and is trying to kill their entire species. 

At least they can help Luz with their amazing knowledge of those 2 dudes who came to the Boiling Isles in the 1600s.

Moving on, Dell tried to teach his daughters how to crave. Both are great at carving. 

Lilith still joined the Emperor's Coven while Eda still joined no coven. Lily wouldn't betray her sister though.

Knowing how to crave is actually how they earned money in the human realm to buy anything they wanted too.

Eda does still steal. Mostly for fun but sometimes she and Lilith bird instincts just go "mine" so they just take it.

Lilith says she has control. Just know she is a big ol' liar. She has no control.

Also Eda got her wanting to care for everyone from Dell.

He also if he could would care for every child he could. Also animals which is why Gwen adores him.

Whenever King gets found Eda immediately adopts him compared to in canon where he decides he wants to be adopted into her family.

This is because she is closer with her family and trusts them.

She also explains to King much earlier than in canon that he is indeed a child. Just a tiny baby who may be the child of some type of powerful beast.

Eda just tells him he is still a tiny king. Also because he is the first grandchild he gets lots of everything.

This may be controversial but Eda and Raine are not married. Shock and Horror I know. 

It is just that they don't want to marry. They are still monogamous and love each other. Just they don't want marriage.

They still did a ceremony for the Clawthornes. Just for a get together.

Also, Raine is still going to be a coven head and it wouldn't be a great idea for them to be married to a very wanted criminal. 

Raine does know the family history also because again not married but still together forever.

However it took Eda forever to tell them. A decade and a half to tell her partner.

Love Eda but sometimes issues are just built in. She does get some help with her issues if you are wondering.

Lilith didn't inherit the need to adopt almost every living thing to be her child. She inherited it in the way to adopt niblings.

Eda is slightly amused and slightly worried

Stopping here for now.

#au #genetic Owlbeast au #or #genetic birdbeasts au #fun thing I want to add the original owlbeast but just don't know how. #like an idea I have is someone finding the scroll and just releasing them but that sounds boring #However I also dont want another character cursed #I still want the Collector owlbeast connection #almost forgot #toh au

[chillingaudrina]

curious about number 20 for the meta ask thing!

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Your girl loves a reference and a callback and a clue! We could be here all day. There were a lot in 'all of them witches,' though perhaps my favorite has to do with Sabrina's name. I looked into its etymology because I wanted a more interesting reason for Diana to choose it than the classic ~it was my grandmother's~ or something similar (which I think is the case in the comics, though Zelda suggesting Lucy for Lucifer is a comics shout-out). Legend-wise, Sabrina (or Hafren or Habrenna) was a little girl drowned in the Severn who then became the nymph or goddess of the river. She appears as a deus-ex-machina in John Milton's Comus, rescuing another young girl in trouble. Both of these things appealed to me when it came to canon Sabrina — her transformation into a powerful creature of myth and also a protector. (Milton is of course the author of Paradise Lost as well, which fits neatly with CAOS.)

Since Diana's interest in fairytales is present throughout the story, at first I was going to have her read the legend in a book, but since Ambrose was canonically a poet once upon a time, it made sense to me to have him recite Milton's poem — and then I became obsessed with the idea that Ambrose was the one to name Sabrina, in a roundabout way. God I'm a nerd.

I am also, as many can probably guess by now lol, very into paralleling Diana, Zelda, and Sabrina with the myth of Demeter and Persephone. The intensity — sometimes smothering, something rescuing — of that mother/daughter bond feels so apt to me for this show, and Sabrina is an interesting Persephone figure; not unwittingly giving into temptation, but choosing to descend.

META ASKS

#meta writing asks #asked and answered

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“Don’t you look handsome! Look at how cute you are in that uniform.” Ulyssa gave her godson a huge hug and ruffled his meticulously brushed hair. “Your dad cleans up nice too.”

“Cleans up nice,” Roman scoffed, balancing his daughter in his arms while trying to see where Abe had run off to with her sister. “I have formally monogrammed pajamas. You can’t clean up what’s already perfect.”

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ulyssa continued, ignoring Roman. “I know it will make Aunt Maura very happy to see you in this sad time.”

“Can I try your crown on?” Theo asked, his eyes focused on the object. “Just for a minute; I’ll give it back.”

Ulyssa laughed as Roman shot his son a frustrated look.

“How about later,” she replied. “Lots of people worked very hard to keep this thing on my head, so it would be rude to take it off before the ceremony.”

“‘Kay.”

Already bored, Theo wandered away from his father and godmother in search of something fun to do. Luciana had the same idea, but Roman held her firmly in his arms.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said. “My dad’s funeral was crazy to plan, I can only imagine how stressful an event this big is to pull off.”

“It’s all been planned out for years,” Ulyssa said. “I go where they tell me to and smile for the cameras. Very simple. I’m still glad you came though. Now that Cherry is queen, Adrian’s claim to the throne is irrelevant and you don’t have to attend every event anymore if you choose not to. Just in case no one told you that. I have no idea who knows what these days.”

“I was told,” Roman replied with a kind smile. “You haven’t seen the last of me, don’t worry. I want the girls to know their extended family and their father’s home. The food’s pretty decent here too. We’ll keep coming until they kick us out.”

Maura quickly attempted to walk down the hall unnoticed, but was too slow.

“Maura! Your Highness!”

With a deep sigh, Maura closed her eyes, put on her sincerest smile and turned to face her half-siblings.

“Trent, Callista! Are you getting ready for the ceremony?”

The two green young adults smiled back at her. Beside them, a familiar woman was busy staring at the large painted portraits on the wall.

“Miranda?” she guessed, trying to remember her name and the exact reason she had to be standing in the castle corridor. “We went to school together, right?”

The woman nodded excitedly. For someone who had attended the same posh yet archaic school as Maura, the woman seemed surprisingly impressed by the castle decor.

“Miruna,” she corrected, before realising that she was probably breaking formal funeral rules. “I mean, it’s Miruna, Your Highness.”

“It’s just Maura. At least for now, anyway. I hope to have many years before it’s something as stuffy as Queen Maura. Why are you here anyway?” The princess caught herself and with another deep sigh, chose a different approach. “I mean, thank you for coming today, did you know my grandmother?”

The woman shook her head to Maura’s relief. The last thing she needed was to offend one of her grandmother’s allies.

“I’m here on a date. I mean, as a date,” she rambled. “I’m Claudia’s- that is Her Majesty Claudia’s plus one.”

“You’re dating my cousin? Since when?” Maura gasped, no longer caring about decorum. Keeping up to date notes on her chaotic cousin was more important than being polite.

“No, I’m just her date for the funeral,” Miruna replied defensively. “We’re friends, that’s all. I mean, I like her, but do I like her like her? I think so, but-”

“You’re a witch, right? Your father is the head of the Pleasantview council?”

At least she’s sticking within her country and away from Roman Bellamy. Is this political or does Claudia have feelings for this girl? Why didn’t she tell me about this? Is this a scheme for power and favour from the witches, or her usual misguided pursuit of love? This could be the mother of her illegitimate heir.

Maura shook her head to clear her thoughts. The responsibilities of being a grieving heir were already difficult to handle and people had only begun to arrive.

“Excuse me.”

Maura turned away from her guests and bolted towards the closest door as quickly as possible.

It was peaceful in the throne room and empty of any other well wishers or guests. Maura was thankful to just have a few moments alone to herself to think. Ulyssa was probably off somewhere keeping Roman and Claudia away from each other and greeting everyone else in her place. Anyone who had doubted her choice in marrying Ulyssa had to see the remarkable woman she’d married in times like this. Ulyssa was strong willed, stubborn and loyal. She could take on the duties that Maura struggled with and would protect her wife at all costs.

Sitting on the throne itself didn’t seem too bad. If her grandmother was alive, she’d scold Maura for desecrating the throne just by sitting on it before her time.

But the old woman wasn’t alive. Everything was changing in their family. Now it would be her mother sitting in this chair with her step-mother sitting beside her.

The perfect family: a queen, her wife, and their two perfect children. And me standing alone on the side. I wonder what things would be like if Dad hadn’t died. Would he be proud of me? Would I still feel so out of place in this family?

“Bronwen!”

Theo rushed towards his friend, enveloping her in a hug. The young vampire hugged him back enthusiastically, while her sister rolled her eyes at the sight of Theo.

“We got grounded because of you,” she snapped. “And you never gave me my sweater back.”

“It’s great to see you again,” Theo gushed, ignoring Elowen’s comment. “You have to come to these things too? It’s so boring here and everyone is sad.”

“Our dad’s important or something, and Grandpa said we had to go to this,” Bronwen confided. “I mean, that’s why you’re here too, right?”

Theo shrugged.

“I don’t think my dad’s important,” Theo replied. “Aunt Ulyssa asked me to come, and I guess my dads and sisters had to come with me. I’m helping her greet people. She said that my job is important and if I do it well, I get to ask the kitchen to make anything I want.”

“It sounds like they’re just trying to keep you busy and out of the way,” Elowen said, rolling her eyes. “They’ve got a grownup greeting everyone at the door, and he’s handing out program sheets. Where’s your sheets?”

Theo paused for a moment, trying to remember if he’d been given anything to hand out.

“Oh yeah! Aunt Ulyssa did give me some papers,” he recalled. “I think I left them upstairs with my sister. She wanted something to colour on.”

“Claudia! Long time no see.”

Queen Claudia of Pleasantview turned to see Roman and Ulyssa waving at her. Roman had his young daughter in his arms, and appeared to be hanging around with Ulyssa instead of speaking with any of the other guests.

“Duke Siew, Your Highness,” Claudia greeted formally, waiting for them to bow their heads to a reigning monarch. Once formalities were out of the way, Claudia gave Roman a playful punch on the arm. “I never see you anymore. Does someone really need to die for you to visit? Bring Abe and the kids over and we’ll have a barbecue or something. My dad can grill just about anything to perfection and the kids can play with my Victoriana. She doesn’t see a lot of other kids these days and she’d be happy to have visitors.”

“Maura and I will come too,” Ulyssa interjected quickly. “You know that I love your father’s steaks. He can teach a thing or two to Roman about grilling things. I’m sure Abe will love to meet everyone too.”

“Give my assistant a call later and we’ll set something up,” Claudia replied. “I should go find the queen and give her my condolences in person.”

“You love her father’s steaks enough to invite yourself along?” Roman asked skeptically, watching as Claudia left the hallway. “I’m getting married, Ulyssa, you don’t need to chaperone my visit to see a friend.”

“To see an ex, you mean? Let me put it this way: I trust Abe’s ability to control himself around someone who is clearly still interested in him more than I trust either you or Claudia. I’m not going to bail out Arkhelios when it comes under attack because you were caught with its queen in a compromising position.”

“I’m not going to cheat on Abe,” Roman replied frostily. “He’s the cheater, not me. You don’t need to worry about something that’s never going to happen. You’re my ex, and no one worries about us running off together.”

“Only because I have high standards,” Ulyssa assured her friend. “Let’s go find your fiance before we catch him making out with one of the guards.”

She shot Roman a playful grin and he sighed. Why did everyone in their life just assume that he and Abe were a toxic combination that couldn’t be trusted alone with their exes? Sure, Abe had gotten too close to Gareth for Roman’s liking, but he’d settled that matter. There was no way that he would survive pissing off the demon sovereign even if he didn’t want to marry Abe, so he was committed to having the ceremony even if he caught Abe with someone else. Ulyssa’s fears were misguided; he and Abe would never break up again for any reason. He refused to let Abe go, and he was pretty sure that Abe felt the same way about him.

“You’re sitting in my chair.”

Maura’s mind snapped quickly back to attention. She had been gone long enough from the crowds to have been missed and someone had come to find her.

“Mom? Oh my god, I’m sorry,” she rambled quickly, standing to her feet at once. “I didn’t mean to sit that long. I shouldn’t have sat there at all, it was inappropriate. I’m so-”

“It’s okay, my dear,” Queen Cherry assured her. “I used to sit there myself, trying to imagine what it would be like to wield that kind of power. To take on my mother’s role and try to live up to her reputation and legacy.”

“Did she ever catch you?” Maura asked curiously. “I can’t imagine that she’d be nice about it if she did.”

The queen laughed, encouraging her daughter to begin to relax.

“It’s a daunting thing to think about, isn’t it? But she was surprisingly kind when she caught me. Apparently she used to do the same thing, just as her mother did before her, and her mother before that. It’s natural to wonder how you’ll measure up in the big picture. Our legacy is made by the choices we will make, and I’ve always found it helpful to think in this room before making any rash decisions. One day you’ll be in my place, and tell the same thing to your daughter...or son, whenever you’re planning on giving me some grandkids.”

“I know, I know. We need an heir; trust me, I know. We’ll work on it.”

“Take your time,” Cherry replied, embracing her daughter. “I’m not planning on going anywhere any time soon.”

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #sim: theo bellamy #sim: Maura Siew #sim: Claudia Goldman #sim: Luciana Bellamy #Roman Bellamy #ulyssa durant #sim: Miruna Maricourt #sim: Trent Siew #sim: elowen traver #sim: bronwen traver #sims 2 pictures

[bootyfullsoull]

Let me tell you about my first heartbreak;

No it wasn’t the boy I dated since the ending of my sophomore year going into my Jr year of high school, the one who foolishly told me he loved me, wrote letters to me, introduced me to his whole family, signed a lease with. Not the one whom I dated for four years to find out that the last two years he was talking to a girl on tumblr whom he was madly in love with. No not that one.

It wasn’t the man who fed me lies after our first insignificant argument (over a person licking a doorknob who didn’t deserve to be cured if contacted with COVID because that was foolish of him and I argued back that everyone deserves a second chance because why not?!) don’t ask me how I found out but he was entertaining a crap ton of females and behaving single. That same man to which I moved states for to be left all alone while living with him. No not him.

Nor was it this last heartache with a man who constantly said, “I wish we would’ve met earlier in our lives, things would have been so different”. A man who had a child with a woman he, “didn’t love” yet still lived under the same roof with. Nah not him either.

It was the man sworn to protect me from any evil, the man who constantly chose pussy over his daughter, the man who constantly abandoned his children for pussy, the man who told me to keep quiet because he didn’t want to get in trouble with the law or his family for his gf’s brother touching me. The man who swore he’d kill anyone who hurt me, the man who sent me to live in Mexico with my grandmother, I didn’t attend school for two years while he was in California living with his gf.

When I was younger he had abandoned me for the same female only to end up in jail for two years while I was stuck with my drug addicted uncle who constantly called me a witch, verbally abused me. I was 9 at the time. My aunt left my uncle around that time and I begged her to take me with her but she wasn’t blood related so they would have called the cops and told them I was kidnapped.

See I grew up in that house where I stayed with my uncle and nana and for a whole month we had no running water so the neighbors would let us borrow their water hoes to fill up buckets so we could warm it up to shower. I think I stopped going to school around that time as well. Sometimes we would run out of food because of his drug addiction to my grandmother would walk to the canal by our house and cut up some nopalitos to eat. None of my fathers siblings saved me, none.

So don’t tell me I’m overreacting when I cry out at the top of my lungs.

Don’t tell me I’m overacting by setting a boundary with something that doesn’t feel right because for the first time in my life I am finally using my voice with a purpose, to heal from within.

#unspokenwordsfromher #SOBBING #I started sobbing because golly I can’t believe I actually went through this #childhood trauma #I wanna heal so bad

[enolareven]

[FFXIV RP/OC Short Story]

Nergui Qestir - A Mystery Unveiled

(part 4)

************************************

Nergui stood above the newly laid rug in the corner of Id'Shidh, beside the bookcase and void magic tome. The rug was small and round, and had been enchanted with a spell that grew charming pink flowers from it. He had acquired it from a vendor in Idyllshire earlier while gathering ingredients and studying botany, an indispensable knowledge for a witch who desired to make magical potions.

It made for such a peaceful and comforting place to meditate. The flowers were sure to help protect one from harmful negative energy or spirits while in the sensitive trance state.

Nergui smiled in satisfaction and then sighed, pacing over to the window to gaze out through it while his shoulders slumped. He placed a hand longingly on the window as his thoughts carried on a monologue,

"What does it mean? It makes no sense. I don't get it...my echo has never told me a lie before."

The other day, when he'd gone to see his grandmother for advice on the Azim Steppe, she'd given him an old stole that belonged to her daughter- his mother. She held a hand on his head, signaling to him that he should use his gift and the stole to try to see into the past of its owner and learn something.

At first, he had his doubts, as it was very hard to force the echo's powers despite all the practice. But he wore it for the rest of the day, and even to sleep at night, in hopes of a vision. In his sleep, it came. He could tell right away that it was no ordinary dream; it was very lucid, and the colors were all faded unlike his usual vividly colored dreams. He was watching the past again.

He saw a Xaela woman who matched the description and photos of his mother: a light tan-skinned woman with long reddish brown hair pulled up, wearing the Qestir lilac-purple coat and a furres hat. She was out in a field pulling wild cabbages out from a patch of grass, and turned around as she felt something looming over her. Her face froze in terror, and she was knocked down almost as soon as she'd begun to run. She was dragged slaughtered by something large, a wild beast or monster of some kind with a exact shape that couldn't be discerned in the shadows of the dream.

Blood splattered, and a scream was silenced. The woman lay by the river, grotesquely mutilated with her head separated from her body, which had its parts rearranged quite a bit and many pieces visible that were not meant to be outside the flesh.

He had woken up with chills and confusion, holding his arms around himself tightly and furrowing as he stared into the floor and thought about the gruesome scene.

He had not told anyone yet; and still did not trust the dream entirely. The story he knew of his mother's death was nothing like this - she had died of an illness while he was a baby. She had it for some time and eventually became so weak and fatigued that she passed away. He was told that his mother was broken-hearted after his father's death, which worsened her condition. She was not attacked by a wild beast or murdered as in that gory dream-vision.

But why, and how, did the echo show him a false past this time? What was this? Was it true, and he was ignorant of some crucial detail? Was it not really his mother? Or did she somehow survive this brutal attack? The latter was highly unlikely from the looks of it.

Nergui shook his head and made a small, "tch!" sound from the corner of his mouth.

"I have no way of knowing when this supposedly happened, either. Was I born yet, or not?"

He drew in a deep breath and heaved it back out, letting the tension fall from his shoulders. Perhaps working the shoppe for another night would relax his mind while he pondered everything in the downtime. He went to setting up the spell for the day on the round table in the center of the room. An amethyst, purple roses, and lavender incense. For intuition, relaxation, mental strength, and powerful intuition.

He sent out a retainer to post a notice in the market board and sat down on the new rug in a lotus position to relax, and began reading from the tome where he left off, muttering about voidsent summonings as he read.

The day was slow, with one Roegadyn woman entering the shoppe and sharing some interesting stories about her unique family, and her adopted Xaela sister who wished to know more about her own origins. He thought it yet another sign to investigate his past; there may be something to learning about one's unknown roots. When the lovely guest had left, he quickly closed up the shoppe after parting words and packed up a bag with his mother(?)'s stole and some basics, including a small bag of zefir, one of his favorite comfort foods that happened to be good for one's mental and magical ability and focus.

It was time to go have these new questions answered, and hopefully not with more questions again.

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[evita-shelby]

The Duke of Saxon Shore

Chapter 2

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“My mum said my dad had married an Indian princess and that’s why he couldn’t be with us.” He tells her quietly.

As if he were a little embarrassed by holding such an idea of her at his age. The boy was nineteen. Technically a man, but still a boy.

His mother had as much imagination as Eva and Tommy did. A creative soul constrained by circumstances who wove quite the fairytale for her boy.

She would’ve liked to meet her.

They are in the library, and she leads him to the large spinning globe they kept. It had little metal push pins on the places they have been to.

The strange flower push pins were Eva’s. The simple gold ones were Tommy’s.

The ones where the whole family had gone on holiday were silver arrows.

“Not technically wrong, but first things first, I do not like the word Indian because my ancestors are Indigenous people of Mexico not India.” Eva spins the globe showing the difference between Mexico and India.

“My grandmother was the child of two half Aztec people with dads who happened to be nobles of Spanish blood.” She guides Duke’s finger between Mexico City to Spain.

Eva would’ve said Nahua people, but few people outside of Mexico knew that Aztec was not the proper term of them. That would come later once he got basic history down.

“Her grandmother, Lidia Chapul, was an Aztec witch doctor who fucked the first President of Mexico, Agustin Iturbide, and married her to his cousin to hide her shame. Agustin Iturbide then declared himself Emperor which angered everyone who fought to remove themselves from Spanish rule and was killed three years after.

Her son, my great grandfather, also named Agustin, married the half Aztec bastard daughter of a Spanish noble, Leonor, who is a descendant of the last Aztec Emperor, Moctezuma. So, through my grandmother, I have royal blood.”

Eva liked that she didn’t need to sanitize it for a child. Could swear and be honest about it. Her children only knew that they were related to the remaining Iturbide Family because they were cousins.

“And your grandfather? Was he a rich Mexican like your grandmother?” Duke asked, he liked history, admitted to Tommy that he enjoyed learning about all of it. He didn’t like reading that much, more of a visual learner.

“My grandfather, Patrick Riley, was born in Ireland.” This he can point to himself, but she moves his finger slightly to where Clifden is.

He was a quick learner, when he applied himself. He didn’t like math, liked reading and history, but he lives geography best.

Wants to travel and after realizing there is a world outside of England, he won’t ever stop.

“Immigrated to America with his uncle, John Riley, during the Famine.” She says and Duke moves the Globe back to the Americas. “His parents died when he was four and the priest of his parish sent him to his uncle when he turned five.”

“And when the United States declared war on Mexico, they joined the war on Mexico’s side.” Eva finished. “His uncle ,John Riley,brought him to Mexico where they were hailed as heroes for not daring to raise their weapons on fellow Catholics.”

“There he met your grandmother and had your mother.” He concludes.

“Yes, and some years later, my dad, Henry Smith left England to try his luck in Mexico and married my mother, Isabel.” she finished the condensed version of her family history. The unabridged version needed several history lessons on the subject of Mexico’s wars, presidents and France.

“Diane told me about your country and how your family owns big boats that are like houses on water.” The young man said. “Said its very beautiful, like paradise on earth. I want to see it someday.”

“And we will take you next time we go. We like traveling, your aunt, Ada, lives in America with her husband, Benjamin. Most of my family lives there too because of some problems we had in our home country.” She points to the push pins all over the United States.

Duke doesn’t ask about specifics and she’s grateful. He’s still doesn’t know enough about the world to understand things like a dictatorship, endless wars and politics.

He may consider himself worldly, but they belonged to two very different worlds.

Just a boy who killed the man who refused to save his mother.

“Traveling by sea can be quite fun, even when you have sea sickness.” She suggests. “Even get your own set of pins for the globe.”

“I doubt my dad will like the world knowing he’s got a bastard.” The young man scoffed.

“Please, if your dad cared about what people think he wouldn’t have married me.” While Eva was rich and matched him in terms of ambition, she was still a Mexican girl with skin too brown for some people’s tastes. “Might even make him look better to his base.” Eva muttered.

“Did you say something?” he asked defensively.

“Said, that no one would be stupid enough to tell him to his face, anyways. Once we have long enough holiday or Tommy gets diplomatic mission to Mexico, you’ll be coming with us.”

Speaking of the devil, Tommy comes in, glad to see that his wife and son are getting along famously. “And where are we taking Duke?” he gave her a quick peck on the lips in greeting and helped himself to his whiskey.

Tommy only drank on days that had gone terribly; Eva wasn’t the only one wishing they could just leave again.

“Mexico, next time we go. Diane told him about it.” Eva answered with a happy smile.

“Who knows, you might take a page out of your dear old dad’s book and find yourself a nice Mexican girl to make an honest man out of you, Erasmus. God knows your stepmother has plenty of kin for you to choose from.” Tommy joked earning a playful smack by his wife.

“Uncle Jack tried to suggest an arranged match again?” she asked her husband.

They were the same age and had hit it off. While the family was already tied by marriage it didn’t hurt to have one daughter married to a Riley and the other to a Shelby.

It had been made worse because Eva saw Eunice and Duke tying the knot and made the mistake of telling her aunt.

“First time we met; my uncle had every intention of getting us married for business purposes. Now he’s trying to do the same to you and Eunice.” Eva explained to Duke who blushed.

“Don’t let Jack know you like his little girl, he’ll be measuring you for a wedding suit and we won’t be able to save you.” Tommy gave his son a rather paternal slap on the back and the boy didn’t flinch.

If only Tommy could have it as easy as it was for Eva to bond with Duke.

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