Blood Truth

Pure-blood used to mean strength, now it is sniveling weakness. Why? Because of the madness of one. So easily are perceptions warped and details forgotten. [Salazar Slytherin HP RP] tracking: puritatemsanguis

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puritatemsanguis volgt je nu

[magpiemagician-archive-blog]

Oh— uh.

[ Can you tell that Viola’s not used to the way other practitioners feel? Harry’s the only one she really knows nowadays, and it’s been a while since she’s seen him— really, she’s kind of out of touch with people who aren’t Johnny’s normals, and Hazel. ]

Umm, hi? You don’t look like you’re from ‘round here, uh— new in town?

[puritatemsanguis]

[ Clearly, Salazar is in desperate need of directions or a way back, but since that isn't going to happen...ever...he is left to find his own way. The wizard came up on another, and the way she looks, carries herself, he can figure that she's a witch, but he has to wonder if she's from a different school because not even one of Helga's ilk would seem so apprehensive, or maybe it's him. ]

I am not from around here. This all is...new. Strange. [ And he doesn't like it, at all. Too tall are the buildings, too reflective, as if trying to keep the secrets in and the people out. Cameras on corners staring down, nothing private, nothing sacred. Damnable muggles. ] What are you? Witch or Muggle? 

[ True introductions, it seems, will come after. ]

[puritatemsanguis]

He understood certain things to be fact. He knew that there were certain laws that had to be obeyed and other laws that were mutable, able to be broken with enough pressure set upon them. He also understand that unlike a muggle's science, which held energy as the power that drove everything, no matter how small or large, magic was the force of the soul as it applied itself to the energy and bent it in a way that no science could touch, and the strength of the soul was aided by the strength of the mind. Some thought of time as a open, closed, single or multiple. What it boiled down to, was that through one reason or another, the Ministry of Magic (and may he point out that anything whose acronym was MoM was inherently problematic, the government should not be motherly but he digressed), thought to pull him, one of the founding fathers, forward in time. Backwards was a problem. Who knew what forward would do? And what could be the harm, really? He had fulfilled his destiny, the rest... well, that was what they were curious about.

But, it meant that he was outside of his time, no longer the ant upon the line, or a thread set aside, or a thread in the larger tapestry. He wasn't the weaver, just - apart. It meant that as he sat in Hogsmeade and listened to people speak, using words so foreign that he swore they were speaking in a foreign language, all he could do is keep to himself and watch, wondering where the world had gone wrong.

[puritatemsanguis]

If you want to tag me in something - I will reply to it. The only time that it gets really hard is when I'm really busy at work and I come home and I just want to sleep, but yes, tag me in starters or send asks for a quick rp or what have you, and I'll answer. (Especially since my follower count is low whereas on my Dean account there's over 800 people and things get lost really fast and I suck...)

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"Salazar," Rowena greeted, before even looking up from the book that was chronically attached to her hand. "You know," she continued, finally closing the book aside to look at him, "I would prefer if you announced your little visits instead of just popping in."

[puritatemsanguis]

"Rowena," he replied, but he wouldn't say a word nor step further into the room until the damnable book was put down. He didn't like being second in anyone's attention, not to a person and certainly not to a book. "I would have sent an owl, but what's a little surprise among friends?" he wondered. Actually, it was the light reprimand that she gave that caused a small smile to cross the normally serious face of Salazar Slytherin. "If I were to announce myself, you'd think of a reason to delay it. So, here I am, and here you are, and things and progress as they should, with drink and conversation."

[puritatemsanguis]

The chance that he'd meet a wizard in the middle of the city apparently wasn't as hard as he'd thought it'd be. Both parents were wizards, and apparently that was the best he could ask for really, in this modern world. After promising that no, he wasn't one of the 'mean old Slytherins and did you know that the bad guys are always part of Slytherins' - even though he was a Slytherin - he watched as the kid ran off, and then he went back to watching, trying to see if he could tell wizard from muggle, but they all spoke the same out in the muggle world, and Salazar wasn't sure how to take it, (or even what this double whipped triple espresso caramel latte was). He wasn't sure how he liked this 'new world.'. 

[gingerxgryffindor-deactivated20]

K, your blogs always sneak up on me. I sit here any I’m just like, omg this blog is awesome, and then it’s you and I’m like, no wonder!

Also I don’t know how to spell your url so I hope you see this

[amadnesswithin-blog]

I DID THE SAME THING. Like, with two of her accounts now. This Salazar one, and then the mass oc one she has. She was just plotting away with me on it, and later on her Dean account told me she’d reply to my post later and I had a total wtf moment.

[puritatemsanguis]

99.9% of the time, I try to get on my desktop so I can be on multiple accounts at once and I just cycle through them, lately though, because my desktop has been much with the fail, I've been regulated to the laptop, and then I forget that the blog I'm on isn't always the blog I started an ooc conversation on, because on my desktop, I have two monitors, so I have netflix on one half of one monitor, and then Dean's blog, the OC blog and it'd probably be this blog xD  Though, Hi, Guys! It's me. I love you. That's why I wanted to make Sal. I wanted to have an easier time playing in the HP world, even if I did pick the old asshole. 

[white-bearz]

[puritatemsanguis]

So, why can't I have a pet rat on Pottermore? 

Also - why does everyone want an owl? They deliver letters, whoo, great, but you can treat rats tricks and they will ride along on your shoulder and fetch things and are just as intelligent as dogs.

Yeah, I made a pottermore just to see if I can get into Slytherin if I try thinking like Salazar. 

I'm still miffed about the rat thing.

[pottermoreanalysis]

A Plausible Alternative Wizarding History

I’m going to put up my Slytherin analysis first (probably; it’s a race between that and Gryffinpuff for first meta post.) But this got spun off from my Slytherin House: What It Should Be analysis.

Basically, Slytherin House can still be redeemed/made into a House that’s not for the villains even when working with the canon. But a lot of people are hampered by the idea that the Founder of the House, Salazar Slytherin, is basically an evil guy. (Seriously, the guy leaves behind a basilisk to murder children because of a disagreement in opinion.) A lot of times when talking with people about Slytherin House, they’ll say, “But Slytherin’s criteria included things like ‘pure-blooded.’ The Sorting Hat is programmed to use his criteria. They’re always going to get the bigots and the evil ones!” 

So, while my Slytherin House post will focus on how you can have a values-neutral Slytherin House (because all the Houses should be neutral - it’s not what you value, it’s what you do with your ambition, intellect, loyalty, or bravery that makes it good or evil.) But this post started as a little footnote - a “What if Slytherin was actually a reasonable person?” 

Pottermore’s information more and more makes it clear that he wasn’t - it’s really, really bent on making Slytherin bad, a bigot whose position was both odd and indefensible in his own time, and whose ideas later got seized upon and used to construct a pure-blood ideology. (Which begs the question: between 993-1692, particularly during the period when Slytherin was no longer at the school, how much did his ideology really matter to Slytherin? Given that his ideas were odd and not really seized upon until post-Statute, did blood status matter less for Sorting purposes during those seven centuries? It certainly sounds like “pure-bloods” would’ve been harder to find, and that the development of the formal criteria was a more early modern invention than a medieval one.) 

But here’s an AU where Slytherin is actually a plausible figure. It has no bearing on canon, but might be an interesting post in and of itself - the road not taken, a way that Slytherin could be more of a morally grey figure than a black one.

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[droo216]

houses of hogwarts → slytherin

[fuckyeahgodricandrowena]

title: LUMOS note: i don’t like how this drawing turned out (specially their position and their faces: they’re terrible :/). it was better in my head.

- Any other person would have been frightened to have Godric’s wand two inches away of the face. But not her. He was so close she could see his pupils dilating at the view of her parted lips. "We should go back into the castle…", Rowena murmured. "Are you cold?" Concern in his voice. Interesting, she thought. "My blood is not as warm as yours Godric." No teasing in these words. Just fact. And when the scottish wind laid one lock of ebony hair on her face, she felt the heat of his callused palm stroking her cheek, fingers carefully placing the wild lock behind her ear.

[puritatemsanguis]

gingerxgryffindor

It wasn't right. The world. None of it. Not the darkness nor the taint on his name, so it wasn't a name that he would use idly. Salazar would be how he introduced himself, but his surname would stay locked away, barring questions. Besides, they all thought him an old man, they'd never think otherwise. They weren't smart enough, not anymore, but at least the small town in the shadows of Hogwarts was pleasant enough. The noise loud enough to show kinship without it being overbearing, and he could listen and watch as students from Hogwarts trickled in, laughing and shaking snow from their cloaks.

[puritatemsanguis]

Generally - I'm going to make on apology for Salazar and direct everyone to this post when I say that: He doesn't like muggle-borns, he barely tolerates half-bloods and that due to his own upbringing, and his time period, it's going to be something that changes slowly. Very slowly. Incredibly slowly. Yes, he will be an arrogant douche-bag. So, there's my apology. 

Note: He doesn't like Voldemort either.

[puritatemsanguis]

magicalthug

Chicago. He was in a city, that was part of a state, that was in a country that hadn't been discovered when he was alive, the first time. That was a bit of a shock, though, Chicago was just as crowded, just as muggle-ridden, just as disgusting as the city that he had just left, but it had been something that he heard. Some...wizard...that advertised himself as being a wizard. Salazer needed to know he if he found a charlatan or if this new world was more lax on the rules than he'd thought possible. "Mr. Harry Dresden," he said, stepping forward. The name wasn't one of the Old Families but - from what he'd learned, the old families were nearly dead.

[puritatemsanguis]

He'd been pulled from his time, stuck in the middle of a world run by technology that was so far advanced from anything even the greatest of minds could have thought of that it nearly mimicked magic. Soon, he feared, the muggles would have technology, the wizards would have their magic and they would be indistinguishable from one another. Where he was, he didn't like it. The bright lights, the over-crowding, the haste. Still, Salazar Slytherin had been a man of power and might in his own time, he had the drive and means to do it again, no matter where he ended up.

[eveeve21]

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[puritatemsanguis]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

By and large, it wasn't the first human memory that he had that he cared to remember. Wetlands and hunters invading his familial territory until his father chased them out, or the muggles that'd wander in, look for food, only to be turned away because diseased ridden, god-driven, little better than animals - they weren't tolerated by the Slytherin family. No, it was the moment when he consciously realized that he what he could do was different than the muggles. The snakes that told him stories, the things he could get them to do to keep the muggles off his land - that was what he cared to remember.