I. Succession (2018-2023), Jesse Armstrong / II. Abject Permanence, Larissa Pham / III. ???, Jorge Mascarenhas / IV. I'm Broke and Mostly Friendless, and I've Wasted My Whole Life, Heather Havrilesky / V. Swallowtail, Brenna Twohy

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             Morrigan Blonos comes from a long line of violence.

           Categorical data of The House of Blonos states: A long line of violence, a long line of pain, a dynasty of dragons.

            Blonos is a last name belonging to an old pureblood family hailing from an island of magic that ceased to exist a century ago. Blonos is a noose, a shackle, a karmic lineage of doom from a lost empire. They are the last of the blood of the dragon. Everyone always said that the Blonoses were closer to gods than men. Morrigan knows better. They only say that because of their dragons.

             Morrigan has never remembered the exact theory in her remedial healing lessons, but through hazy cigarette smoke she can picture Poppy Pomfrey waving her hands around and moving her pursed lips: the eldest sibling leaves traces of their magical signature in the womb for the next sibling to absorb. If this is true, Morrigan, not the eldest daughter nor the youngest, carries a piece of Mare- set to succeed The House of Blonos- while Margaret-set to inherit nothing, carries her. There is a sick sort of irony there. She hates them.

              She hates Mare for being everything to her father simply by coming first in the birth order. She hates Margaret for being a perpetual haunted house of a person with her whispered dragon dreams and glassy-eyed looks. She hates herself for being the spare. Logically, she is aware that hating them is wrong. As far as she knows, even The Black brothers have some semblance of love for each other, but this emotion is just an unfortunate condition that comes with their last names. Morrigan knows nothing about love. She'd kill anyone she ever gave her love to. And isn't love just that? Violence?

            Her father hated his siblings too, and now one was six feet under, the other a bitter shell, while he helmed the house and whispered poison into The Minister of Magic's ear. All to funnel gold into the wrong vaults and create a society filled with blood-stained halls and wailing portraits-a society with room for a select few. Morrigan cannot understand why he cannot love his children the way he loves such power, why he'll never value her the way he does her idiot bumbling male cousins. Every part of her: his voice crooning in her ear and coming out of her mouth, the way she grasps her wand-is him. She holds more of him in her body than Mare or Margaret do. And she's proud of it, choosing not to bury it deep down the way that they, atleast Margaret, are desperate to. In the end, none of it truly means anything. These days, Volo Blonos is merely an extension of The Dark Lord.

             When she was seven years old, Volo held a glass of firewhiskey in his hand, stroked her hair, offered her a sip, and told her the whole world would be hers someday. She had knocked a bludger right into a girl's arm and had watched the bone slice right up through her flesh at Quidditch day camp. She hadn't meant to maim, but Volo just gave her a warm wink and threw galleons at the problem until it went away and Morrigan was struck with just how much she craved that rare warmth. He had promised her until she turned sixteen and her mother died and Mare had started to pound Dreamless Sleep back like water. Then he ripped it out because she looked too much like her. All he knows is how to destroy. It is a sick joke that Morrigan's hands, hands that are essentially his, want to be a healer's.

            But all of this grief has never really had to be taught to Morrigan. Morrigan and her sisters are nothing more than graveyards for their parents to bury their sadness and pain. The ugliness doesn't keep them from wanting to inherit the painful legacy. So they end up biting their tongues hard enough to draw blood and run themselves ragged, desperately trying to prove they are more than an Abraxan ready to sell off to the highest bidder for marriage. They hurt each other and then they do it again. Volo never really takes them seriously. This is what the continuous data states.

           Plotted on a graph it is still hard to picture where the root of the problem begins. If it were to be thought about a little more systematically, then Morrigan can theorize that it is her family's motto "Fire and Blood" that keeps the spokes on their fucked up wheel churning. Blood here really means red filled with inbreeding and an old type of magic that no other family can begin to touch and wants to take away. Regardless, how does one continue when they wholly belong to their family?

           Morrigan lives in cycles of thinking she doesn't need them and then realizing she is wrong- she'd die without them, she'd do anything for them. They are wretched and they are filthy. They, their dragons and their bonds, are her blood and this is her duty. A war is coming and her cousins, with whom she is expected to placate with honeyed words as they invade her home, all bear the mark. The Dark Lord begins to sit at her dinner table and cajoles her into showing him their dragons with a type of malignancy that Morrigan has never seen in a man, not even in her father. There is no morally good obligation to find in the sea of apathy that is her family.

           And yet, Morrigan, seventeen and privileged to the bone, cannot help but want the whole damn world.

...She is nothing without her last name.

Ella Purnell.                 MORRIGAN BLONOS

Sebastian Chacon. JAMES POTTER

Emily Carey. MARGARET BLONOS

Cailee Spaeny. MAREENA "MARE" BLONOS

Mads Mikkelson.                 VOLO BLONOS

Matthew Mcfayden.                MAVEN BLONOS

Havana Rose Liu. LILY EVANS

Jemima Kirke.                MELISANDRE BLONOS

Sandra Oh.                ILYA MA-EUM

HOUSE OF BLONOS
fire and blood / igne et sanguine
Rebecca Ferguson... Irulan Blonos neé Rosier
Hong Chau ... Elora Blonos neé Rowle
Jeremy Allen White ... Malachai Blonos + Samara Weaving ... Narcissa Black

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Nicholas Galitzine.                Bastien Flint
Drew Starkey. Edward Fitzroy
Taylor Russell.                 Catherine "CAT" Fawley
Chase Sui Wonders.                   Pandora Greengrass
Megan Suri.               Mahika Ahuja
As Described.                   Regulus Black
As Described.                    The Others

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Salman Rushdie.

𓃴 HEYYYYYYY!! been working on this all summer and fall aka peak harry potter szn is approaching. anyway mor's got a marianne sheridan sun, shiv roy rising, and alicent hightower moon.

𓃴 obvi this is very targaryenesque/wizard succession and all elements of the Blonoses and their dragons are very loosely borrowed frm asoiaf i say loosely bc they are more of a plot device really and are barely featured in the first act until the more political mechanizations play out in the second act. the sense of righteousness the blonoses have is WILD compared to other purebloods and that's mostly due to having dragons and being the only house able to speak to them i.e who cares about being a parseltounge when you can speak high valyrian and we are not mere mortal wizards we are gods that sort of thing. FIRE AND BLOOD!! i thought there was something poetic about borrowing the targaryen motto for a fic that surrounds issues of blood purity considering eugenics and the OBVIOUS allegory for white supremacy.

𓃴 morrigan is absolutely not a good person and i do not approve of the very morally grey choices she makes. a lot of the heinous decisions she makes are for her family because as twisted as the blonoses are she is conditioned to love them anyway and do what she thinks is best to keep their house alive. her more so called "progressive" beliefs are a commentary on neoliberals and neoliberal white feminists + their shitty identity politics, though she isn't personally a blood purist she is complicit and none of her morals really matter bc she still wants to inherit a dynasty quite literally rooted in blood purity and further such dynasty. much of her narrative arc surrounds character development, of separating abuse from love, of gaining some sort of agency over herself and furthering her own beliefs and not her family's. unfortunately, for much of the beginning, she is the definition of "maybe the poison does drip through."

𓃴 a lot of morally grey characters and a lot of just plain morally black characters in this fic. james...despite actively trying to make himself personified revolutionary optimism is at the end of the day a privileged pureblood that capitalizes off such privilege and is equipped with a narrow lens of looking at the world so he is wholly not THE good guy. obviously fuck jk rowling and make sure you consume your media critically.

𓃴 goes without saying, updates will be sparse bc unfortunately i am sparse on this app and university is HARDDD and time consuming!!! majoring in cuntology minoring in slay. BUT they'll prob become more frequent once winter comes in full force.

𓃴 content warning: descriptions of violence and murder, war, gore, alcohol/drugs, addiction, smoking, profanity, disassociation, depictions of anxiety, genocide, eugenic ideology, microaggressions, misogyny, mild body horror, mentions of incestous practices, hate speech, hospitalizations, issues with not looking after yourself i.e sleeping & eating, PTSD, unhealthy family dynamics, depression, emotional abuse, panic attacks, intrusive thoughts, child neglect, and sexual themes.

I've torn the good wing off myself / SHADOWBOXER.
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