To make things a bit neater and less buried, I decided to share an organized list of at least some of my fics. It is a bit of a variety, and if something piques your interest, I hope you check it out and enjoy them! Some are among my first fics, and some are more recent.
The Unlikely Hero of Hogwarts - Rated T, on-going. Imelda-centric fic with the AU concept of Imelda being the one with Ancient Magic instead of MC. (Garrelda romance, as well as many friendships with several characters)
An Ominis and Poppy Story - Series of one-shots revolving around Poppinis, following canon events. Mix of G and T Ratings. Fluff and some angst.
Lion and Snake - Series of one-shots revolving around Garrelda, following canon events. Mix of G and T Ratings. Fluff and tiny angst.
Nocturnal Reflections - Series of one-shots involving mainly Professor Sharp and his relationship with Noctua Gaunt. Follows canon, and is heavy on angst but has some fluff. Mix of T and G Ratings, but mostly T.
Fire Emblem AU - Series of one-shots where the Hogwarts Legacy characters take place in a world like the one in Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Lots of inspiration from the Fire Emblem game. Rated T for mainly violence.
An Avatar’s Legacy - A COMPLETE chaptered fic of an Avatar: The Last Airbender AU of HL characters. Basically Hogwarts Legacy but Avatar. Fluff, angst, slow burn, and action. Rated T. Garrelda, Poppinis, and Sebastelle (Sebastian/MC) romance.
Soulmate Legacies - Hogwarts Legacy Soulmate AU. Rated T, has fluff, angst, and of course romance. Pairings include: Sebastian/MC, Garrelda, Leander & Natty, Amit & Samantha, and Poppinis
Where’s My Love? - Rated T. Takes place 10 years after canon, and Sebastian and Ominis work together to find their wives. Sebastian/MC and Poppinis.
Jamais Vu - Rated T. Cyberpunk AU as in the world is dystopian and has elements of a cyberpunk world. Very plot heavy and is in Ominis's POV. He can actually see in this AU. Poppinis is the main pairing.
If you want to see about more fics (if I did a whole list, this post would be super long), check out my profile ZetaTheWritingDragon. There is far more of a selection there, like a D&D-playing fic called "Nat20" and more canon-following fics of Sebastian/MC like "Lavender Biscuits" and "Becoming Official".
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" Living With Magical Creatures"
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I got inspired to write our lovely OTP thanks to this art @stein0806 made! So here's a snippet for this AU ☺️
Estelle brushed her dark brown hair one more time, then checked her reflection in the vanity. She was wearing a purple and white dress with the sleeves lower to show her clavicle and shoulders. She carefully tied the top half of her hair up like usual, with the rest billowing down her back. Her warm ivory skin made her birthmarks stand out more, and she smiled at the thought of Soren tracing and connecting them.
Speaking of which...she checked outside.
Her heart hammered at seeing it was already dark out.
She smoothed down her dress and left the suite while grabbing a hooded cloak on the way. She checked around corners to make sure they're vacant before hurrying outside.
The full moon shone down on the empty castle grounds. Around the perimeter were guards patrolling, but like she had done plenty before, Estelle timed it just right to sneak between guards. She pulled the hood over her head as she walked the same route through the coastal city. She took backstreet and alleys, making sure no one would see her, much less recognize the princess herself out of the castle.
Estelle went along the beach to a small cave in the cove. She quickened her pace with her smile growing in anticipation. The tide was still high with her feet covered in barely warm water. She shivered and pulled the cloak tighter around herself as she continued to the same spot as usual.
She was standing in shallow water for only a couple seconds before an ash blond head poked out of the water in front of her. His jade green eyes lit up as he rose higher, the gills on his neck closing.
Estelle beamed with her heart skipping beats as she saw more of his pale torso of lean muscles and shimmering blue scales spreading along his shoulders and down his arms.
"Hello, Soren," she breathed out, feeling even warmer despite the water cold from the night.
"Hello again, my star," he murmured, his voice smooth and deep like the ocean he roamed. "I have something for you."
"Soren, you've done more than enough for me--" Estelle tried to protest before she gasped in awe as she saw what he showed in his lifted hand. Sitting on his palm was a round abalone shell with a pearly sheen.
He grinned with complete and utter teasing. "Do you still not want it?"
Estelle blushed hard. "I-- well--"
Soren chuckled and held it higher, practically tempting her with the shiny shell.
She giggled and took it, gingerly holding it with both of her hands. "Thank you, Soren."
He smiled softly as the water rippled behind him. Estelle knew by now it was a sign of his tail swishing underwater. The only times she saw his beautiful tail was when it surfaced and splashed as he left their meetings. She wished she could see it more closely, but...she didn't want to impose or make him feel uncomfortable.
Soren, however, seemed to catch onto her wistful expression. His smile softened as he said, "I'll show you something, but do you trust me?"
"Of course," she instantly answered. He saved her from drowning and swam alongside her on her journey back home. How could she not?
His eyes shone, and he swam a couple paces away from her. "Come here."
As if he were a siren, she listened and first went to the wall of the cave. She took her cloak and shoes off and carefully placed the shell on top of the pile. Then she trudged through the water back to Soren waiting ever so patiently for her.
The water was up to her chest, and she gasped when she felt his hand slide up her side. His eyes met hers as his grip tightened into a firm hold, the same happening with his other hand on her waist.
I got you.
Estelle nodded, placing her own hands on his shoulders. The scales were so smooth, it was like a second skin. As she got used to it, she felt her feet leave the sandy shore below. Soren easily carried her while swimming backward, to the open ocean the cave opened up to. His hold stayed steady and his eyes remained on her.
"Deep breath," he reminded her in a murmur.
She nodded and did as told, inhaling as much air as she could, holding it as he pulled them both underwater. Her eyes instinctively closed.
Estelle felt water rush into her ears and nose, but she didn't recoil from the nerve-wracking sensations. She focused instead on Soren's hold on her, knowing he would never let her drown.
She felt something tap her nose, and she first wrinkled it. There was another tap, then a little movement along her cheekbone.
Estelle took a chance and slowly opened her eyes. Soren's nose was the culprit of the touches, and he smiled at her while his gills flared to breathe for him.
She smiled best she could with her cheeks puffed from holding her breath. Then she turned her attention on her merman in his true element among the forest of kelp around them.
The moonlight was still strong enough to shine through and make the blue scales of his skin shimmer. Her eyes widened a little as she looked further past his toned abdomen where the scales were thicker for his dark blue tail. The fins that were attached to the sides and then further down at the end were a yellow that perfectly complimented the blues and matched his hair.
Estelle couldn't help but smile more, risking taking in water, but she couldn't help it.
He was beautiful.
One of her hands sluggishly went through the water, following her impulse to touch. But she quickly stopped herself. She didn't even ask, and now underwater, she couldn't!
Soren smiled fondly and moved his tail to curl up, the large tail fins at the end brushing against her upper arm.
Estelle checked with him again, and he nodded, his blond hair hardly messed up from the motion.
She gave him a grateful smile before carefully stroking his tail fin. While water kept her from truly feeling what it was like, she was left in awe. She never fathomed she'd get to meet a merperson, let alone touch their tail, but here she was.
Her chest was aching something awful, and she knew her time was running out. She ran her thumb along his fin one last time before cupping his face.
He blinked, surprised, then he relaxed with that lopsided smile of his, a dimple showing. The scales along his cheeks made her think it was like a merperson's freckles. His ears were pointy and had stunning black hoop earrings on them. She continued to admire every part of him, stroking his cheekbone while he leaned into her touch.
With the last precious seconds she had, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Bubbles escaped her mouth as he returned the kiss, still holding her, if not tighter. She tasted the saltiness of the water, and her head blissfully blanked as she felt his lips on hers again and again.
She didn't even notice them resurfacing until cold air greeted her and her lungs forced her to reject the water in her mouth.
Estelle leaned away, coughing out the salt water. Soren still stayed close, nuzzling her wet hair with his nose.
She kept working on breathing normally as Soren brought them back to their cave. Estelle's heart sank, knowing she had to go back home soon enough.
She looked back at Soren, who just as reluctant as her. But she wanted him to leave with another memory to dwell on. Until they met again in a fortnight.
Estelle held his face and kissed him, tasting more of the saltwater on his soft lips. He earnestly kissed back, one of his hands cradling her head with his tiny claws sifting through her hair. By the time they parted, Estelle saw through half-lidded eyes his face was the pinkest she ever saw it. She giggled, deliriously happy, and he chuckled from her contagious joviality.
"Until next time," she whispered.
"Until next time, my star," he vowed, watching her with fervent adoration as she left the water and put her cloak and shoes on.
She held the shell close to her heart as she waved to him, and he turned, diving into the water. His blue and yellow fin splashed farewell, and she slowly trekked back to the castle.
Their meetings were always bittersweet as she loved him and never wanted to part from him. They were from two different worlds, but...maybe, hopefully, there was a way they could truly be together.
Until then, she smiled at the treasure he gave her. She'd cherish it along with the wonderful memories they made together for the next fortnight, the ocean water still lingering on her lips.
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It is with great honour that the Hogwarts Legazine moderation team and the contributors are proud to present the second HL zine (Christmas Edition) you have all been eagerly awaiting :
" Yule"
You can now download the PDF via this link : Yule
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We hope you enjoy this zine as much as we do. In order to further show our support for the creators who contributed to the zine, we will be publishing all of their creations over the coming days so that fans can enjoy them even more!
We look forward to seeing you soon for more events in Hogwarts Legazine!
✧ ˚ · . Dear witches and wizards of the fandom . · ˚ ✧
It is with great honour that the Hogwarts Legazine moderation team and the contributors are proud to present the second HL zine (Christmas Edition) you have all been eagerly awaiting :
" Yule"
You can now download the PDF via this link : Yule
You can also browse through it there : Heyzine - Yule
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We would like to thank everyone who contributed to the creation of this first zine and who also supported us all the way ❤️
We hope you enjoy this zine as much as we do. In order to further show our support for the creators who contributed to the zine, we will be publishing all of their creations over the coming days so that fans can enjoy them even more!
We look forward to seeing you soon for more events in Hogwarts Legazine!
Huge thank you to @ketto-art for doing this commission piece! This is my HL OC Amadeo Mancini, but in a Modern AU, as I saw a character in a show wear that jacket and KNEW it was Amadeo's style 🫠
Anyway, I know that I don't post often or much on Tumblr, but if anyone is interested in how Amadeo fits in my HL universe, I might do a post all about his lore and backstory :3
"First kisses were rumoured to taste of many things - of lemons, of honey, of mint. Artemis learned it was soft to the touch, and tasted of equally soft warmth."
An excerpt from Orange Blossom, Kinmokusei , cowritten by the lovely @zetadraconis11 and I.
Artwork by the wonderful @stein0806 (IG), portraying Cael and Artemis' first kiss so perfectly 🩵
And I need some MCs to draw! I'm a little rusty, so I need to practice for next month's prompt lists. There are a few MCs that I have in mind already 👀
TW: Graphic violence, gun violence, cussing, use of alcohol
Side note: Setting is in a cyberpunk, dystopian AU
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Cael swiftly drove through the streets of Purus City, steering between traffic while being pelted by heavy rain from the thick smog above. The neon lights of the towering buildings casted eerie glows onto the wet streets, but this was the same landscape Cael got used to for the past twenty-five years.
He slowed down his Threstal-model motorcycle to a stop at a curb right in front of a particular building. The name Ebony painted in dark gray on the side glistened in the rain as Cael kicked the stand out and got off.
He smoothed back his dark brown hair, leaving his three-claw scar more shown on the bottom right side of his warm ivory face. His russet brown eyes stared at the sign advertised in emerald green neon:
Mancini’s
Andrew gave him intel that others with his…predicament could be found at this establishment. Once Cael was told the name, he remembered a Mancini in his past life. He tried to not dwell on those memories, as it tore at his heart too much, but he could have sworn Mancini once went on a Curse-Breaking mission with him.
Cael could only hope that if this Mancini remembered him, they were good memories.
He checked inside his black leather overcoat, feeling his glock securely holstered at his hip. For a man that slept with one eye open, he wasn’t taking any chances anywhere. He took a deep breath and entered the premise, doing a quick onceover of it.
It was a quaint bar, much like the one owned by Garreth, Human Error. Except this followed a more Slytherin theme with dark green vinyl booths and rounded stools for the polished mahogany wood counters. The lights were dim and had a blue filter on it, giving an impression of being underwater.
Nostalgia took hold of Cael for a moment, and he faltered his stance on the black-tiled floor. In the blink of an eye, he was in the Slytherin common room, having snuck in with Artemis. They laughed at how much rule-breaking they were doing, since it was well after curfew too. But after he showed her the Ravenclaw House, he was curious about her own, fascinated at every turn. His eyebrows furrowed as longing grappled his heart, squeezing it to the point he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Hey, don’t just stand there.”
Cael whipped his head up, and spotted the bartender leaning his hands against the counter. He wore silver small hoop earrings that matched the silver lining of his black vest. His dress shirt was a simple white with a dark green tie to finish the look. But once the bartender’s gray-green eyes met his russet browns, he pushed himself off the counter and sighed while running his hand through his wavy black hair.
“Again, don’t just stand there,” he said, gesturing to the empty bar. “Take a seat.”
Cael slowly walked to the counter itself, trying to rack his mind on the man’s name. Obviously, he recognized him, and he started to feel bad he couldn’t remember.
“You know who I am?” Cael slowly asked as he sat in the seat directly across from the bartender.
He gave him an unamused look. “Your scar makes you really stand out.” Then he tilted his head. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
Cael didn’t say anything, but his expression betrayed him, and the bartender groaned loudly, throwing his head back.
“Of course! No one else remembers me, why would you?” He grumpily said, waving to Cael and looking beyond ticked.
“Remember in which way?” Cael instantly asked. The bartender looked away, but Cael leaned forward. “Mancini, which way?”
The bartender took a moment before saying, “We went on a Curse-Breaking mission. From back then.” His eyes met Cael’s again, uncertainty and fear clear in his gaze. Cael let out a breath. “You remember me?”
“Hard to forget one of the ‘Heroes of Hogwarts’,” he dryly said, making air-quotes.
Cael dropped his head on the bar, feeling like an incessant weight was off his shoulders, a temporary relief.
“…Please don’t cry. I don’t know what to do if a man cries.”
Cael’s shoulders shook, and he started to laugh at the absurdity of the sentence. He did honestly feel like crying to know he wasn’t alone, but he refrained. Then the name came to him, and he snapped his fingers, staring up at the tense bartender. “Amadeo! That’s your name.”
Amadeo relaxed, loosely crossing his arms. “That’s right.” He ruefully smiled. “Thanks for remembering me.”
“I wish others could too,” Cael solemnly said.
Amadeo instantly looked crestfallen. “Yeah…”
Cael started to remember the Italian the more he talked with him. Amadeo was a year younger than him and Estelle, but he heard about his skills as a Healer. His heart ached again as he recollected Artemis mentioning Amadeo Mancini’s prowess in St. Mungo’s.
“So, your soulmate,” Cael gently started, carefully watching Amadeo’s expression, “does she…?”
“No,” he whispered. Amadeo lifted his tan hands, showing Cael two wedding bands on his left ring finger. “She saw right through me. And I hated it.”
“I know how you feel,” Cael mumbled.
Amadeo cursed Italian under his breath. “Get something to drink, I need something to get the edge off.” He grimaced to the point of a scowl. “I used to never want to touch alcohol.”
"Anything but mulled wine,” Cael requested. He drummed his fingers on the counter, staring hard at the wood grains. “Too many memories with that.”
Amadeo nodded and reached below, going with a safe option of whiskey. He poured into two tumbler glasses and they clinked them before drinking the harsh, burning liquid.
“Why?” Amadeo darkly muttered, staring at the bottom of his glass.
“Why aren’t we remembered despite everyone now knowing their past lives?” Cael asked. He saw Amadeo nod, and he rubbed his forehead. “I think it involves us being exposed to the repository, or…darker remains of Ancient Magic.”
Amadeo’s dark eyebrow shot up. “That mission…where you said you sensed Ancient Magic in the tomb.”
Cael nodded. “I’m sorry, Amadeo. If I had known this would be the outcome, I’d never have brought you.”
“There’s no way you could have known,” Amadeo reassured him. He filled his glass and kicked it back, hissing afterward. “I wanted that money sooner rather than later. So I could finally give my cerbiatta the perfect home.”
Cael still couldn’t help but blame himself. He remembered how upset Amadeo’s wife, Philippa, was when she was told about the minimal danger he faced. He didn’t blame her - his own wife worried for his safety when he was gone.
His grip tightened on the glass, and he could have sworn he heard tiny cracks.
But then the door abruptly swung open, and the two of them saw a dozen men file in, clad in black and red leather overcoats. Cael stiffened as he recognized the bald man as Dunstan Trinity. One of Victor Rookwood’s lead hunchmen.
“There you are, rat,” Dunstan snarled.
“Friends of yours?” Amadeo wryly asked Cael with a lift of his eyebrow.
Cael glared at the Ashwinders as he got up from the stool. “Unfortunately, there’s more blood on my hands because of them.”
“Oh, joy,” Amadeo softly said.
“Rookwood and Harlow want to share a few words with you,” Dunstan said to Cael. He sneered and added, “But…maybe it will go better…if you hand him over.”
Cael glanced at Amadeo, who instantly clenched his jaw, and back at Dunstan. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know?” Dunstan asked before barking out a harsh laugh. “He’s a direct heir of Victor himself. He escaped from him again. Thanks to that bi—”
A sharp boom echoed and Cael jolted as he saw Dunstan instantly fall down with a hole in his chest.
Amadeo cocked his shotgun, baring his teeth. “Never insult my mother, you pezzo di merda,” he barked.
The other men got over their shock, taking out their own guns and weapons. Cael vaulted over the counter before taking out his own glock. He cocked it, took the safety off, and didn’t think before shooting the closest man in the head. He ignored the spray of blood, following his fight instinct to keep shooting before he’s shot.
Amadeo shot down a couple more men before ducking for cover. Cael crouched beside him, and Amadeo swiftly reloaded his shotgun. Ashwinders’ stray bullets shattered the alcohol bottles, the glass raining down on them.
“So, I guess negotiation is off the table,” Cael remarked.
“You can still use me as a bargaining chip, but I won’t go easily,” Amadeo shot back before reaching for his phone, swiping quickly with his thumb.
“You’re texting right now?” Cael reprimanded.
“You’ll thank me later.”
Cael rolled his eyes and got up, instantly grabbed by the throat with a massive hand. He gritted his teeth, staring right into murderous beady eyes as his peripheral vision was going dark as air was failing to reach his brain.
He tried to lift his gun, but the man ripped it out of his grip. Great.
He blindly reached for anything to use, and Amadeo snuck a bottle into his hand.
Cael harshly swung it over the man’s head, the bottle shattering from the force. The Ashwinder grunted and staggered, still standing, but his grip lessened. Cael was dropped, and his ribs crashed onto the edge of the counter. The wind was knocked out of him, but Cael ignored the stars he was seeing to jab the jagged edges of the bottle into the man’s throat.
The man stumbled back, coughing out blood as the glass shards stubbornly stayed in his neck. He soon keeled over, and Cael ducked again as someone else tried to shoot him.
“Don’t kill him! We need him alive!” Someone ordered.
Cael didn’t know if he should be flattered he was seen as valuable enough to be wanted alive.
Amadeo got up in the meantime and five more shots rang out, followed by the sound of five bodies falling. He crouched low again, retrieving more bullets and reloading again.
“There’s only a couple left,” Amadeo reported as he flicked his wrist and the shotgun closed up, ready once more.
“I am weaponless, so it’s down to you,” Cael said.
Amadeo flashed him a cocky grin. “Wow, how on earth did you save Hogwarts if you’re so easily disarmed?”
“I will punch you.”
“Love you too.”
Amadeo resurfaced and was about to shoot more rounds, but he stopped. “Er…they’re not there.”
Cael chanced a look over the counter, and he frowned as he didn’t see anyone either. “Did they run? That’s worse.”
“Snitches get stitches.”
“That’s not applicable here.”
“Tomato.”
Cael rolled his eyes and went over the counter and did a body count. Only ten. Where did the other two go, then?
He recovered his glock off the floor and finally spotted two men on the floor…outside the bar. Standing over them was a man with dark blue hair, calmly cleaning a rapier with his overcoat before sheathing it in a black cane.
He looked up and through the window at Cael. He had slight heterochromia with his right eye water blue while his left eye was indigo. His expression was wary as he slowly entered the bar.
“Mr. Fitzgerald,” Amadeo lazily greeted, peacefully pointing the shotgun to the ground.
“You know him?” Cael asked.
“Wow, I am astonished by your lack of knowledge,” Amadeo remarked.
Cael glared at him before looking back at the pale man with elegant features as he smoothed his blue hair back and away from his face. “I’m sorry if I don’t remember who you were in our past lives.”
“I don’t blame you,” he quietly said, his tenor voice softer than the sound of rain outside. “Your life was more than troublesome during our years at Hogwarts.” He held out his hand. “Lir Fitzgerald.”
“Fitzgerald,” Cael murmured as he shook his hand. His eyes widened as it finally rang a bell. “As in Niamh Fitzgerald?”
Lir nodded. “She was my ancestor.” He stuck his hands in his coat’s pockets as he added, “Once people here remembered who the Keepers were, I figured I’d be a person of interest.”
“That is if you were remembered,” Amadeo muttered as he joined them.
Lir nodded again, his gaze lowering in dismay. “Right.” He glanced at Cael. “I assume you’re in the same boat as Amadeo and I?”
“Yes,” he solemnly said. His eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Wait…” He turned to Amadeo, who looked a little confused. “Dunstan said that you escaped Victor again.”
“Yeah?” Amadeo asked with an arched eyebrow. “My mamma made sure I wasn’t anywhere near that miscreant.”
“But if you were forgotten, how could he have remembered you in his past life?”
Amadeo’s eyes widened, and Lir looked between the two of them.
“You’re telling me that my sperm donor of a father has a cure to our problem?” Amadeo demanded.
Cael sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I wouldn’t have said it like that, but…yes. That’s what I’m thinking.”
Lir hummed. “That makes sense. Ever since Black was arrested by Nat—” He stopped and lowered his gaze. “Ever since Black was locked up, the corrupt people left in charge are the Ashwinders and the remnants of the Golden Snatchers.”
“Leaving them in charge of not only Hortail Hall, but also Black Tower previously known as Hogwarts.” Amadeo gave a thumbs-up. “Love pureblood supremacy.”
Lir stifled a laugh. “Either way, if anyone had a cure for this, it would them. Unfortunately.”
“And I doubt the three of us could easily storm the places and get the cure by ourselves,” Cael added.
“Have you been in touch with your sister?” Amadeo curiously asked.
Cael hesitated. “It’s complicated.”
“I thought you two were twins and practically at the hip?” Lir asked.
Cael felt even more uneasy. “We were not raised together,” he answered with a heavy heart. “And…with how I turned out…I don’t know if she’d want to see me.”
Amadeo looked at him weirdly. “What did you do, Ilson?”
Cael clenched his jaw. “Later,” he gruffly said. “And I go by Wells now.” He headed outside. “We need to get those bodies off the sidewalk before someone sees.”
Lir and Amadeo exchanged glances, but they helped Cael drag in the stray dead bodies. Then Amadeo locked up the bar and pulled down steel curtains so no one could see in through the windows. While Amadeo and Lir discussed how to best get rid of evidence, Cael texted Andrew…
Cael: There’s a new development. Rookwood might have the cure.
Andrew: I’ll look into it with my own sources.
Cael: Do you also know how to make contact with Estelle?
Andrew: I think so. You think we need more manpower?
Cael: Going after Ashwinders without magic is harder, after all.
Andrew: Of course. The question is are you ready to make yourself known to her?
Cael stared at the question, feeling his mouth go dry from unpleasant memories of his current life. But…he needed his sister’s help and her team. He could only hope blood was still thicker than water.
Cael: I’ll have to be.
Cael turned off his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. As he walked over to the other two, he could have sworn he felt the Ashwinder embroidery on the inside of his jacket burn against his back.
The first chapter is finally done and ready! I say it in my author notes, but I plan to post once a week, and I will update here too when I post another chapter!
Anyway, anyone interested, be sure to check it out! :]
So, this is completely random. But I have been obsessing over K-Pop Demon Hunters for the past few weeks, and funny enough, I have been loving Saja Mystery, lol. He just really intrigues me, and I totally get why Zoey is into him, hahaha.
That being said, after I commissioned for a beautiful art of my personal headcanons for how Mystery looks, I started to write a backstory fic about who Mystery was.
That's what I've been working on, so if anyone is down for that, be on the look-out :]
(And yes, probably include moments of Saja Boys interacting with him, and of course Zoeystery because I love that ship)
Commission! Mystery from KPOP Demon Hunters, by @zetadraconis11
I love this character so bloody much, aaa thank you so much Zeta for keep going back to me for commissions.
Also, the skin blotches was commissioner's HC for why he wears his arm covers.
It is basically HL in the ATLA world itself, and it's technically a sequel to my massive fic An Avatar's Legacy, but I thought I'd still share in case anyone was wanting to check it out!
at the moment from my sleepy brain and not necessarily in any order
Kakashi Hatake - Naruto
Sebastian Sallow - Wizarding World
Levi Ackerman - AOT
Mat Cauthon - WOT
Alexis Rose - Schitt's Creek
Byakuya Kuchiki - Bleach
Ekko - Arcane
Harley Quinn - DC
Iroh - ATLA
and a few no pressure tags: @smile-arigatou @sallowskeeper @tanaisokay @cesqdarque @stein0806 @butternutt613
Something I rarely see talked about is the fact that, at least twice in the first movie alone, Toothless helps Hiccup set boundaries or get the respect he feels Hiccup deserves.
He didn't start flying peacefully to show Astrid how nice it can be until after she apologized for being mean and threatening to tell the village. And when she did, Toothless almost immediately relaxed and arguably showed off. Like he was saying "look at this. Look at us. Look at what you'd be breaking apart and missing out on."
And, even if he didn't know the full story or reason, Toothless knew Hiccup and Stoick had a fight and Hiccup was upset. So he didn't show Stoick that Hiccup was alive until after he apologized for hurting Hiccup and starting that massive fight in the first place. In that scene, if you look at Toothless's eyes, you can tell he's waiting for something. And the second Stoick apologized, Toothless softened and opened his wings.
Even if Toothless didn't fully understand the entire situation or all the complex human stuff associated with it, he still knew that Hiccup was upset and deserved an apology. Even if neither time Hiccup asked for one and was ready to just sweep it under the rug and forget, Toothless still went the extra little mile to make it clear he wouldn't allow Hiccup to be pushed around or hurt or disrespected or anything without consequence.
Just. I love that. I love how that alone shows how damn smart the dragons, or at the very least Night Furies, can be. Toothless is Hiccup's number one advocate for anything.
this is sooo cool, thank you for tagging me! I love expanding on my princess's lore
okay explaining a few things:
Miradevi does not use a wand! Magic in the Indian subcontinent is very different, and trying to channel that power through an object only weakens it.
Her special ability is basically reality shaping/changing, but not in the way one might expect. I'm gonna expand on that more in my fic hehehe
SORRY OMINIS but miss ma'am loves Protego Diabolica. As royalty, she has to know who her allies are, and it's pretty convenient to have a spell that annihilates her enemies.
Her subject of choice is to study her culture, her history, and use the wisdom of the past to inform the decisions for the future of her people <3
NPTTT! (trying not to double tag apologies if i mess uppp) @overturetotheunwritten @sharlotscarletfox @light-of-the-room @okey-dokey-lackey @alliezarin @elisalsaa @seb-in-the-shadows @libellule-ao3 @stein0806 AND ANYONE ELSE IM REALLY BAD AT TAGGING, IF YOU SEE THIS AND WANT TO ADD ON FEEL FREE i love seeing other people's ocs.
Thank you for the tag @stein0806! Let me yap about my Morgan for a bit hehe
Morgan's wand is Alder with a Phoenix Feather, 10 3/4”, and supple
Though she is a fiery person, she does love the darkness and the night specifically, so her room shows that.
Her style would be a mix of dark academia and gothic/punk. She's comfortable both oversized sweaters and skinny jeans.
She's an Aquarius.
This is a quick doodle of her from @stein0806! (Pst go look at her art, it's phenomenal!)
Stemming from her ancient magic, Morgan has a special affinity for darkness manipulation and creation.
Ever since Sebastian showed her the blasting curse, Confringo has been her most used spell since developing magic.
Lavender macaroons are her weakness, though specifically the ones made by her best friend, Estelle Wilson (character of @zetadraconis11)
Even before developing magic, Morgan has always loved astronomy and astrology and that love only grew deeper after attending Hogwarts.
Tagging: @zetadraconis11, @polarisgreenley, @morelikeravenbore, @rypnami, and anyone else who wants to participate! Thank you for coming to my Morgan talk! <3
Thank you @stein0806 and @stellarisnova713 for tagging me! I finally got to participate in a tagging game like this, and I wish I could elaborate some parts, but...I am really tired, haha.
So here are my twins' collages! Estelle and Cael Wilson!
These are my humble attempts to do these in the late night, but uhhh, yeah, there they are! :]
