#CoLS Chapter 8

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The second part of the book begins, and I am already done with the whole quote that starts the part:

I love you as one loves certain dark things — Pablo Neruda, “Sonnet XVII”

Because it isn't even a whole quote, not even a one I can find in this form, and it's not even the whole verse. This erases the whole meaning to fit into this loving certain dark things narrative, especially considering the actual following verse:

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I also don't know what translation Clare got that from because all I can find is the latter one. ANyway. We continue with Maia and Jordan, and Jordan can go fuck himself:

→ To begin with this, fucking hell. This refers to the ending scene of chapter 4 where Maia has a flashback to trauma Jordan caused.

He pulled her closer. He was shaking. She felt the heat of his strong body against hers as his hands slid down her back. “Maia,” he whispered. He started to lift the hem of her sweater, his fingers gripping the small of her back. His lips moved against hers. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.” You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Her heart hammering, she jerked away from him, pulling her sweater down. “Jordan — stop.” He looked at her, his expression dazed and worried. “I’m sorry. Was that not any good? I haven’t kissed anyone but you, not since…” He trailed off. She shook her head. “No, it’s just — I can’t.” “All right,” he said. He looked very vulnerable, sitting there, dismay written all over his face. “We don’t have to do anything — ” She groped for words. “It’s just too much.”

And this fucking idiot thinks it's because he might be a bad kisser. Maia has nothing to apologize for, and I'm already sick of this chapter trying to flip this dynamic over to where Maia owns Jordan a goddamn thing.

→ The whole "I don't want to be friends" and Maia acting shocked is stupid because Jordan has come onto Maia plenty of times already that she should know what he actually means. This is all idiotic.

Then die.

This could've been said also by Jace, Simon, or Magnus because all the jokes are tonally and in terms of content always the same. Ha ha, two straight boys kissing. Funny.

We skip to Clary exploring the place Jace has brought her to and rummaging through a wardrobe.

Morgenstern men love heteronormative clothing for women who wear gear meaning also pants.

→ A scene that never happened but would've been a great callback to the previous book if it was written out.

→ Hopefully Clary would remember things that happened just a while back with a visual reminder. Also → "It had been a clear day in early October.."

The last time the box was mentioned was in City of Bones where it is told that the box held "with the medals were one or two photos, a wedding ring, and a single lock of blond hair. Sometimes Jocelyn took the box out and opened it and held the lock of hair very gently in her hands before putting it back and carefully locking the box up again."

Which makes me question whether Clary then knew what the contents of the box actually were since there are no metals or a wedding ring. Which is fine, but what is not fine is that the box goes unmentioned for forever and once it makes an appearance, Clary is suddenly in the know of the contents and the contents themselves differ drastically from what was previously told. Continuity where?

Here Isabelle is an outlet of Clare's bias. Different characters of course can have different opinions and preferences, but because other characters like Lucie also keep talking how brown (hair color) is ordinary and boring and how the writing keeps coming up with ridiculous similes and metaphors for every other eye color/hair color than brown or dark, it's obvious. Even more so when a little later down here Isabelle thinks blue eyes are more interesting than black.

Meaning faerie men possibly far older than her? Shadowhunters who? Who are these Isabelle's sexy ex-dates when none is ever mentioned or makes an appearance and the premise is that the Lightwood kids have grown up pretty secluded in the New York Institute because of their parents' exile?

So Isabelle thinks she would be more interesting if she had blue eyes instead of black ones. Because appearance is what makes to interesting, not your character. Pretty on point for the narrative.

Just call her Jocelyn. You just did.

→ ...and saw Jocelyn looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

Or if you must, this order makes more sense:

→ ...and saw Clary's mother looking at her. Jocelyn opened her mouth...

→ No need for any of these. This is Isabelle's PoV, we know this is what she can observe.

→ Isabelle rolled her eyes at him and turned around/away etc. Then paragraph division and the description may commence.

Cut back to the Boredom Crew.

Thank you for the clarification. Otherwise I might have confused him to some other shared father??

Jace has not shared that look with anyone ever because the only people with shared secrets and in the know have always been Jace and Clary because the narrative is jealous of Jace having that kind of relationship or bond with anyone else.

Also Clary has not known Jace long enough to say "in a very long time."

→ Is he squinting?

→ No need for this, it's her PoV. Stop overexplaining.

→ Or: "His look was calculating: he was deciding what he was going to allow Jace to do, how much leash to give his "brother."

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Roman Holiday by Monicapolinstan - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7,515)

Colin Bridgerton was buzzing with excitement. He was packing his bags to go to Rome with his best friend for a holiday.

Can't Fight the Moonlight by jenesaisquoi - (Rating: T, Words: 3,714)

“You can’t fight the moonlight, Col,” Penelope says with a sarcastic tone.

A sappy little story of love confessions under the moonlight.

as long as there are stars above you by NomDeJeen - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,110)

It is on the dance floor, with butterflies fluttering all around them, and with Penelope’s small hand in his as he leads her through the steps of the dance, that Colin realises that what he *really* wants to do is leave this ball, get her back to their home as quickly as possible, and touch her for real.

(Or: Colin and Penelope ditch the Butterfly Ball and sneak back to their home to have their smutty smutty wedding night, *finally*)

she sighs, he gasps by malpal132 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,708)

“Penelope Anne Featherington,” he says, turning to her with hands on his hips, expression gleeful. “Did you break the bed?” She does her best impression of a dog who’s ripped all the down from a pillow. He can’t prove anything. “I did,” she says. Damn. There’s always been a disconnect between her mouth and her brain.

or

Penelope's bed breaks. Of course it's Colin who finds her.

After the Butterfly Ball by HannaRivers - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,164)

Impatiently, Colin opens the carriage door and hoists Penelope out, taking her hand as they amble through the door and up the steps to their bedchamber. No sooner is the door closed than Penelope is flush against the wall, Colin’s hips pressed so tightly she can feel his incessant need for her.

“I should love you in my bed,” he says, scrambling to unlace her stays.

“I have no need for a bed,” her voice hoarse and sultry. “I just want you Colin…now.”

He groans in response, bucking forward as her gown falls in a heap on the floor.

Delicate by justtothesea - (Rating: G, Words: 1,656)

What if, instead of avoiding each other, they actually talked about things and communicated??? Insane, unheard of, impossible!

Through The Maids Eyes by EternalSushine - (Rating: G, Words: 3,969)

When Anna took the job as a maid to the newlywed Bridgertons she had hoped to witness the love that was fabled to her by Lady's Maid Rae. Sadly the reality of the situation leaves much to be desired.

See how Anna, a young maid, sees the relationship between her employers: Mr. Colin Bridgerton and Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton.

How Agatha Bridgerton Came to Be by gonelike_achoo - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,569)

Colin's frustrated that they could not have a honeymoon because he had knocked his wife up before they were even married. This time he wanted to propose the idea of a honeymoon only to conceive right before they embark on their honeymoon journeys.

A.K.A. Polin talk about a honeymoon only for Polin to get knocked up right before they even plan their honeymoon.

Two Can Play at That Game by sadgirl517 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7,343)

I am fully steering into the fact that Polin seems to be my muse right now. I can’t believe it took me THIS long to start writing fanfics, but here we are! I am having so much fun, so I hope you guys are enjoying it!

Anyways, this is about 3-4 months after the main events of Bridgerton Season 3, episode 8. Colin and Penelope Bridgerton are living in their home in marital bliss, and Penelope is still in the first trimester of her first pregnancy. Colin and Pen are elated and happy. However, Pen has been insatiable because of the pregnancy hormones, and wants Colin at nearly all hours of the day, no matter where they are (;

This fic follows Colin and Pen from their house to a small family party celebrating Hyacinth’s birthday. Not long after they arrive, Pen pulls Colin aside because she simply cannot wait till they get home, and Colin is unable to resist his beautiful wife….

2 chapters of some fluff, a happy Pen and Colin, and slightly raunchier smuts ahead + a very horny Colin and Pen!

I hope you enjoy (:

The course of true love never did run smooth by gateship - (Rating: T, Words: 9,519)

“Mama, Lady Bridgerton,” she said, voice carrying through the room. She pulled the ring from her finger, hearing Colin inhale sharply next to her. “I do apologize, but it seems as though there will no longer be a wedding.” She took his hand, propriety be damned, and folded his fingers around the ring, much as she had with her handkerchief weeks prior.

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Choices are made and Colin and Penelope must think of their futures.

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Being friends with the man you've been secretly in love with is hard enough, but he also happens to be your boss. Meet Rockstar Dean, lead singer of Phantom Traveler, an international sensation with multiple platinum albums. As their publicist it's your job to maintain the band's image. But it's been a long year, after losing a founding member to Dean's temper and having to cancel the end of the last tour, you've got your work cut out for you.

What you sell to the record label is a new Dean: rejuvenated from months out of the spotlight, a new romance that hints he's ready to settle down all while still making amazing records. Now, you just need him to agree to it.

Warnings, etc: Slow burn, jealousy, assumed unrequited feelings, mutual pining, mild drug use, smut, lots of baggage with these two, Dean/Bela, past Dean/Jo, guilt, lack of self esteem, finding yourself before you can be ready to love someone else, with more specifics per chapter.

Chapter 1: Intro

Chapter 2: Measure

Chapter 3: Rest

Chapter 4: Bravura

Chapter 5: Fermata

Chapter 6: A Due

Chapter 7: Lontano

Chapter 8: Lilt

Chapter 9: Giocoso

Chapter 10: Cuivré

Chapter 11: Eco

Chapter 12: Hook

Chapter 13: Canto

Chapter 14: Pomposo

Chapter 15: Rubato

Chapter 16: Schleppen

Chapter 17: Trill

Chapter 18: Mordent

Chapter 19: Pizzicato

Chapter 20: Arpeggio

Chapter 21: Dolce

Chapter 22: En Cédant

Chapter 23: Furia

Chapter 24: Espansivo

Chapter 25: Vivace

Chapter 26: Polyphony

Chapter 27: Molto

Chapter 28: Guerriero

Chapter 29: Obbligato

Chapter 30: Larghetto

Chapter 31: Ziehen

Chapter 32: Tronco

Chapter 33: Stornello

Chapter 34: Animato

Chapter 35: Cambiare

Chapter 36: Acciaccato

Chapter 37: Portato

Chapter 38: Patetico

Chapter 39: Lusingando

Chapter 40: Col Legno

Chapter 41: Emporte

Chapter 42: Tutti

Chapter 43: Soutenu

Chapter 44: Unisono

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Colin x Penelope - Divide | Chapter 2

Colin has made it: He’s a famous pop star, touring the world, adored to extremes. If only he wasn’t drowning his loneliness and anxiety in too many drinks, missing home and yet incapable of going back. But when Violet falls ill and he reluctantly returns he has to face the mess he has made - not only with his family but also the woman who might have always been the one.

Warnings: illness (cancer), death, anxiety, drug use, alcohol abuse, eventual smut

Chapter word count: ~ 2600

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I'm on my way Drivin' at ninety down those country lanes Singin' to “Tiny Dancer” And I miss the way you make me feel and it's real We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill - Castle On the Hill

The concert is a blur. Mei says they should cancel, that they could sort this out. But Colin doesn’t listen, can barely hear her over the incessant rushing in his ears. “I’m fine,” is all he keeps mumbling. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tom and Liyana get him ready, then some tech people mic him up. And suddenly he’s on stage, hearing himself shout “Good evening, Boston!” as the crowd goes wild. He’s done this set fifty times, he can sleepwalk through it. And he does. He doesn’t wonder what the audience can see in his face, blown up to god-like dimensions on the screens. He doesn’t notice whether his voice breaks or his hands quiver. Maybe they don’t. Maybe he has practised pushing down his emotions well enough. Then he’s back at the hotel. Mei guides him into the bathroom with a set of comfortable clothes in hand and leaves to pack his bags. He wipes off paint and glitter in a daze, showers and dresses himself as if he was doing it for someone else. “I’m gonna postpone all shows for the next couple of weeks,” Mei says when he returns to the room. “And I’ve booked you on the first flight out. I’ll come get you at five.” “Thanks,” he whispers. He drags himself to the bed and slides under the covers, pulling the duvet up to his nose. When he closes his eyes, she is there. Her amused smile as she watches her children squabble, her soft hands as they place a plaster on his skinned knee, her comforting smell as she leans down to kiss him goodnight. How could there ever be a world without her? “Try to get some sleep, Col.” Mei gently closes the door behind her. And finally, Colin starts crying.

Fifteen hours later his plane descends over London. He fumbles with his glasses, staring down at the message thread on his phone.

Hi Colin. El said you’re flying into Heathrow today. I’m in the area and going to Aubrey Hall anyway, so I’ll come pick you up. Will you send me your flight number, please? I’ll meet you at the gate.

Thank you, Pen. It’s BA238, I’m coming in from Boston. Should be out by 8 pm.

Great, see you soon.

He has been scrolling through their old messages from years ago. When they were constantly exchanging witty quips, late night philosophy and shared plans. When they were best friends. He’s not sure what he is to Penelope now. But she is his only tether to this old world he has left behind, no matter how thinly-worn and frayed. They rarely talk now. Not since that day when he packed up and never looked back. His stomach has been churning with anxiety for hours, the nausea keeping him from asking for the hard liquor they would have gladly served him in his first class seat. Instead he has nibbled on a plain breakfast roll because his hands wouldn’t stop shaking and he tried attributing it to low blood sugar. They’re still trembling. He can’t stop wondering what his family will say. Whether they have anything to say to him. Whether his mother actually wants to see him again before she… He still can’t bear to finish the thought that has been boring into his mind ever since Mei came to deliver the message last night. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived at London Heathrow to a mild 20 degrees. The local time is 7:03 pm. Please remain seated until the seat belt signs are switched off. To everyone visiting: Welcome to England. And to all returnees: Welcome home.” It’s only when a droplet of water trails across his phone screen that he realises he’s crying again.

Colin keeps his head down as he walks out of baggage claim, trying to ignore the hushed “Oh my God, isn’t that… you know, that actor or something?” from the woman whispering to her friend behind him. Please no, not today. He always tries to be kind to his fans but this is the last thing he needs right now. His gaze flickers around, trying to find— Penelope. His heart plummets at the sight of her. Striking blue eyes, a guarded half-smile on her lips. Achingly familiar, yet somehow a stranger. “Hey,” he breathes as he reaches her. “I was half-expecting you to come on a private jet.” He stills for a moment. Then feels a small grin forming. “The climate’s fucked enough, I try to do my part.” “How noble of you.” Their wobbly smirks fade as they stare at each other, something intangible and uncertain between them. “It’s good to see you, Pen.” “Yeah. I wish it wasn’t because of…” He nods, his teeth buried in his bottom lip. Then he gestures at her head. “Your hair, it’s…” “Blond.” “Why?” She shrugs. “I got sick of standing out, I guess.” Colin hums thoughtfully. “Not something you’re familiar with, I know.” As if on cue, he hears the tell-tale shutter sound of a phone camera. Fuck. “Are you parked close by?”

Penelope opens the boot of a light-blue electric Mini. “Just pop your bag in there.” He does, then takes a deep breath before he turns to her. “Would you mind if I drove? I haven’t driven myself in ages.” “Well, under the circumstances it’s probably not the best idea then…” “Please? After seven hours on a plane I’d kill to stretch my legs — even if it’s just to step on the gas.” “Don’t you sound American.” “Occupational accident.” Again, their smiles briefly mirror each other. He marvels at the way they’re slipping back into their old rhythm. Despite the distance in her eyes. And he loves the new confidence in her voice, the way she holds herself a little straighter than he remembers. She’s grown in ways he hadn’t expected. Penelope hands him the keys. “Be gentle with her.”

“So, you’re still a regular at Aubrey Hall?” he asks as they merge onto the motorway. “Not really. But I’ve been working on a manuscript and Anthony and Kate were kind enough to offer me the guest room whenever I want some peace and quiet away from the Big Smoke. And it’s been nice with everyone there ever since… Well. It’s been good to see her more, too.” He swallows. “She’s always liked you.” Penelope looks down at the tangled hands in her lap. There is still a palpable divide between them and Colin thinks that if it’s like this with her, it will be hell with them. “Will you tell me?” she suddenly says. “What happened before you left?” He clenches his jaw. “I just had to get away.” “There’s a big difference between ‘getting away’ and cutting all ties with your family for years.” “What did they say?” “Nothing.” He glances at her, shock flitting across his face. “Nothing?” “Not even from El. It’s been strange since you left. Like… like your ghost still roams the halls. Everyone’s a little quieter. Almost holding their breath, as if you might walk in at any second.” The car slows with every word from her lips. Colin stares fixedly out the windscreen, his breathing rapid and shallow. “I’m sorry.” Penelope grows crimson. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Can we do this some other time?” he says curtly. She watches his Adam’s apple bob as his fingers clutch the steering wheel. “Sure.” He hurriedly turns up the radio. A calm folk song drifts from the speakers and after a moment he visibly relaxes again. Penelope tears her gaze from him to look out at the rolling hills, drenched in lush greens from the latest summer rains.

“So… a manuscript. Are you no longer pursuing journalism? I really like your pieces. The one about the London housing market from a couple months ago was brilliant. Anthony was probably frothing at the mouth at the section on inheritocracy.” “You actually read them?” He glimpses at her stunned expression. “What do you think I do all day? Party and snort coke?” “How would I know? We exchange a few texts like five times a year.” “And I have texted you that I like your articles.” “I thought you were just being nice. Not that you actually took the time to read them.” He swallows. “Good to know what you think of me.” They fall silent for a few seconds. Then Penelope briefly touches his hand on the centre console and a spark shoots through him. “I’m sorry. I’m really glad you read my work.” Colin looks over at her, taking in her features. He still can’t fathom that she’s real. Older, different. But still Penelope. Still the woman he once knew. “It’s okay. I haven’t exactly been a good friend,” he mumbles, his eyes back on the road. “So, tell me about that manuscript.” “Well, it’s actually a bit of a spin-off of my journalistic work. Non-fiction, probably a collection of essays but with a common thread running through it. How at their core all issues in contemporary society stem from hyper-individualism, a lack of community and care for our fellow humans.” “Failing to recognise what we owe each other.” “Exactly.” “I love it.” “Yeah?” He glances at her again, his heart leaping at the glowing smile on her face. “I’d love to read some of it. If you want me to.” “It’s a bit of jumbled mess at this point. But maybe some time.” Colin nods, trying and possibly failing to look casual. “I’m surprised Anthony offered you a writing residency for a book like that.” “I wasn’t. Kate and El have really turned him around over the years. Ben and Soph, too.” “But he’s still in the family business of selling real estate to rich arseholes. And Ben’s still CCO or whatever.” “They’re trying to reorient the company. Invest in low-income housing, communal spaces. Anthony’s actually become a valuable resource for my writing.” He’s stunned into silence.

“Oh my God, I haven’t heard that one in ages.” Penelope suddenly turns up the radio, humming along to Tiny Dancer. A small grin creeps onto Colin’s lips. “Shit, remember that Elton John phase we had as teenagers?” he says. “Well, he’s a fucking icon and the other fourteen-year-olds were philistines.” She starts playing piano in the air before singing along. “But, oh, how it feels so real, lying here with no one near. Only you, and you can hear me when I say softly, slowly…” Colin grins even wider as she turns to him expectantly. “Your cue, Bridgerton.” “Hold me closer, tiny dancer,” he sings softly. “Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen. You had a busy day today.” “Oh, come on. That’s not the kind of performance they’re drowning you in money for.” “Drowning in money, huh?” “As much as you like to bitch about your brother, you’re not exactly Oliver Twist yourself.” “You do know it’s mostly the labels that get rich on artists.” “Sure, tell me all about how destitute one of the biggest pop stars of our generation is.” He looks over at her, once again marvelling at how feisty she’s become. Twenty-year-old Penelope was witty and clever, but the past five years have noticeably sharpened her. “Okay, Featherington, show me how it’s done.” She smirks at him, then breaks into a passionate rendition of the second verse, pantomiming every line until Colin can’t help but chuckle. This time he takes the pre-chorus, his voice growing bolder along with his foot on the accelerator. The speed raises his adrenaline as they both belt out the final chorus. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt anything like this. While the closing bars drift from the speakers, he slows the car and turns to her, still beaming. “I’ve really missed you.” Her features slip at his confession and panic rushes back into his system. But before he can try to backpedal she gives him a soft smile. “Me too, Col.” The blazing heat along his spine mellows into a pleasant warmth that seeps into his cheeks and chest. He is infinitely thankful that she’s by his side as they’re making their way towards Kent. Towards a welcome most likely very different from this.

They don’t talk much for the rest of the drive, just occasional comments on a song or a piece of news on the radio. Mostly, he just revels in her company and the familiar surroundings coated in warm hues from the setting sun. Despite everything, there is a strange sense of comfort in the landscape so ingrained in his heart that he has unwittingly compared every other scenery of his travels against it. Just a few minutes out from Aubrey Hall something catches his eye. “Isn’t that the castle ruin we all used to play in?” Penelope hums in agreement. “We clambered about there for hours.” “Yeah, you made up all these elaborate tales. We were thieves and pirates and disgraced royalty. It was the best.” He glances at her. “I always thought you would be a novelist one day. Or a playwright.” She swallows, avoiding his gaze. “I guess at some point I had enough of making up fantasies.”

It’s after ten when they pull up at the mansion that has been the setting of countless Bridgerton stories. Tragedies both great and small. Colin looks up at his mother’s dimly lit bedroom with a lump in his throat. This will be one of the greatest of them all. He turns to Penelope one last time. “Thank you for picking me up.” She nods, a hint of a smile on her lips. “I hope the driving helped.” “You helped.” He cannot tell if she’s blushing or just being illuminated by the sun’s dying light.

Once his feet hit the gravel, Colin briefly checks his phone. Mei has sent the link to an article in the Daily Mirror. ‘The Prodigal Third Son Returns: Expat Pop Star Spotted at Heathrow Amidst Confusion About His Cancelled Tour Dates’ Just FIY, she writes. I’ll try to rein in the rumors but keep a low profile x Penelope’s face isn’t visible in the photos. He prays that no others will surface. She lifts their luggage out of the boot, then walks ahead of him towards the entrance. Colin picks up his bags and follows her, surprised at the casualness with which she lets herself into his family home. He remembers a time when she tried to take up as little space as possible, almost melting into walls, as if they would send her away once they noticed that she wasn’t actually a Bridgerton. Maybe she knows now. That she’s always belonged. She turns to him in the foyer. “I’ll go upstairs. They’re probably waiting for you in the sitting room.” He wipes his palms on his jeans, inhaling deeply. “Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning?” “Sure. Night, Colin.” As she quietly makes her way up the staircase, tense words drift from the room he’s about to enter. He can’t decipher them, but the familiar voices alone make his stomach flip. Time to face whatever awaits him behind that door.

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CHAPTER 3

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Is this a main blog? This is a side blog, my main is @amelias-hart.

What kinds of LoZ fics to you write? All of my fics are fully original legend and long form stories. My average chapter length is 3k and the shortest of my fics (not in a series) is currently drafting to be like 100 chapters. You can read the spark notes here.

Where should I start? My current ongoing project is MoaH and I would generally recommend it. If you're not sure on diving in, try On Your Mark, which is a short prestory that does not require having read MoaH to jump into. Otherwise, all of my works are standalone, so whatever seems like a good vibe to you.

How adult/mature are they? It ranges, but typically it's pretty tame. I don't really handle gore and explicit scenes, and I'm not a fan of dark fantasy generally as a writer. If fics are rated adult/mature, it's typically because the main characters are largely adults.

Is there romance? We're on that Zelink train, absolutely! There are no explicit scenes, again, so the range here is fluff (GoS, RA, aTfA) to some more mature flirting with some innuendo being about the most serious content (DAD). Maybe a more intense kissing scene once the slow burn gets through to that or a fade to black (MoaH).

How do you write so much? Autism, baby. Got that clinical hyperfocus going.

I see this Calamity Quintet series. Do I need to read your fics in a certain order? No, all of them are standalone. They do share a linked timeline in the following: GoS -> MoaH -> RA -> CoL -> DAD (And honestly it's really just GoS and MoaH with any "serious" timeline lore connections). Any connections are not required for the main plot and are most easter eggs. You can read more about the Quintet here.

Can I make fanworks of your characters? Yes, absolutely, you are more than welcome to make works based on mine, please tag me in them or send me them! If you post art and are ok with it, I'll include them in relevant works with a link back to your blog! You can see more about that on this post.

Fic List

Goddess of Secrecy (Complete) - #goddessofsecrecy, #gos, #gosspoilers, #gos fanart

Hyrule has only ever dreamt of an end to the resurrection of Demise. With the returning of an ancient power, that dream could finally be fulfilled. Can the Hero of the Fourth Goddess save Hyrule once and for all?

Fic Links: AO3 - Wattpad

Mark of a Hero (Updates on Tuesdays & Fridays, 2 of 9) - #markofahero, #moah, #moahspoilers, #moah fanart

Hyrule is at peace, or so the Royal Family would have its people believe. Something is afoot in the kingdom, and someone needs to do something about it. Least likely would be Marksmen Link Sayre- a mercenary and monster hunter doing his best to get by. Until a job goes wrong, and he gets roped into the secret plans of Hyrule's princess. Now Link must play the part of the Hero to dive deeper into the mystery, and maybe stumble into a legend of his own.

Fic Links:

Book 1: AO3 - Wattpad

Book 2: AO3

Book 3:

Book 4:

Book 5:

Book 6:

Book 7:

Book 8:

Book 9:

Prequel:

Series Link: AO3

Arc Progress & Spoiler Reference

Character Reference Page

General Setting Resources Page

Restoration Age (Hiatus) - #restorationage

Hyrule has grown. The fairy tale kingdom that has endured for eons is no more. And while historians argue over what history needs to be preserved, Hyrule endures and thrives in the modern age. With the proverbial guide book gone, where will the kingdom go now? And what would a Hero mean for a country that no longer needs a Hero?

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

Cinders of Life (Hiatus) - #cindersoflife

Hyrule has burned. No more is the vibrant kingdom that was once protected by the Hero. Now is the reign of evil, an evil without end. Hope is a word used without meaning, and hero is all but lost. Could one even stand if the people of Hyrule don't even know what they would be calling on?

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

Day After Destiny (Hiatus) - #dayafterdestiny

Hyrule is beginning its new golden age. The king and queen prepare to hand their crowns to their daughter and her husband. It is a union out of legend, though legend is far from anyone's mind in Hyrule. For who would call upon ancient war heroes in a time of peace? The wars for Hyrule have been won.

Fic Link: AO3 - Wattpad

A Taste For Adventure (Hiatus) - #atasteforadventure, #atfa fanart

Hyrule thrives in a time of great bounty. The fields are full of food, and the people are content. But something is brewing in the corners of the kingdom, something to leave a bad taste in the mouth. Perhaps it's time for a new Hero to step up to the plate!

Fic Link: AO3

Other Custom Tags List

#original legends/#loz: original legends - Community tag for Legend of Zelda works about original iterations of Hyrule. Check out @expanding-hyrule for more details.

#moahmemes - This is for memes and quotes redone with the MoaH cast for fun, mostly for character exploration and cause it's funny.

#moah worldbuilding - In character worbuilding snippets about various topics for the MoaH era of Hyrule.

[usafphantom2]

Marines hit operational status with second carrier-capable F35-C unit

Todd SouthJul 31, 2024 at 04:56 PM

A West Coast Marine F-35C Lightning II squadron has achieved initial operational capability.

The Marine Fighter Attack Squadron (VMFA) 311, Marine Aircraft Group 11, 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing, hit that key milestone Wednesday, 1st Lt. Madison Walls, wing spokeswoman told Marine Corps Times. The status means a unit can employ, maintain and train on the jet.

The Marine Corps Air Station Miramar, California, unit conducted its first independent live ordnance operations July 25.

“Initial operational capability is a milestone and achievement in readiness,” said Lt. Col. Michael Fisher, commanding officer of VMFA-311 in a statement. “It’s all on the backs of the Marines out there. What they do in their day-to-day actions is what made this possible.”

The squadron, also known as the Tomcats, flew more than 900 sorties, which equals nearly 1,700 flight hours and another 800 simulator hours and 2,400 maintenance actions to reach initial operational capability, according to a service release.

“The Tomcats have a storied history that includes legends such as Ted Williams and John Glenn, and participation in every major conflict since World War II,” Maj. Gen. James Wellons, commanding general of 3rd MAW, said in the release. “Today’s Marines add another chapter to that legacy with the introduction of the F-35C and fifth-generation capabilities to VMFA-311.”

Marine Corps Cpl. Larry Casas, a fixed-wing aircraft mechanic with Marine Fighter Attack Squadron (VMFA) 311, directs Capt. Joshua G. Falgoust, an F-35C Lightning II pilot. (Lance Cpl. Jennifer Sanchez/Marine Corps)

In 2020, the squadron deactivated its AV-8 Harrier jets and then reactivated in April 2023 with 84 Marines and one F-35, reflecting the Marine Corps’ move to fifth-generation fighter aircraft. The transition has resulted in a gradual reduction in Harriers and F/A-18 Hornets.

The Corps’ two F-35C squadrons, VMFA-311 and VMFA-314, are both stationed at Miramar.

The VMFA-314, or Black Knights, reached initial operational capability in 2020, Marine Corps Times previously reported.

The F-35C is specifically engineered for carrier-based operations, featuring heavier landing gear and enlarged, foldable wings designed to facilitate catapult launches and arrestments on aircraft carriers. The foldable wingtips also facilitate easier storage on the carrier deck.

The “C” variant holds more fuel than other versions of the single-seat jet, with nearly 20,000 pounds of internal fuel capacity for long-range flights.

“The next step for VMFA-311 is full operational capability, attained when VMFA-311 receives its complete inventory of ten F-35C aircraft, projected for fiscal year 2025,” according to the release.

The Marine Corps has used the F-35B for years. The “B” variant, built to use short runways and flat-decked amphibious assault ships, is capable of short take-offs and vertical landings.

Currently, the Corps has eight operational F-35B squadrons and two training squadrons, totaling over 100 F-35B aircraft globally.

Todd South has written about crime, courts, government and the military for multiple publications since 2004 and was named a 2014 Pulitzer finalist for a co-written project on witness intimidation. Todd is a Marine veteran of the Iraq War.

@DefenseNews.com

[justtothesea]

Been participating in the The Honeymakers Challenge and have written two chapters so far! I have 8 more (or so) to go ^_^

insomnia (angst)

penelope "my husband" bridgerton (wedding singer au)

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I also wrote this drabble for a prompt in the "But you're my mess" discord:

Penelope goes down for a drink of water in the middle of the night, Colin is getting a snack, what happens next? What do they say?

"Miss Featherington," Colin said slowly in surprise, though Penelope wasn't sure why he was surprised to see her in the kitchens, seeing as she is the family cook. He had a half-drunk bottle of gin in one hand, while his other was stuffed into the biscuit jar. The shine in his eyes gave away his drunken state as he looked her up and down, saying softly, "a most welcome sight indeed."

Penelope laughed, flustered. She had only come for a glass of water. "Col—Mr Bridgerton,” she corrected herself. “I do believe you are well past your last drink for the night."

"Nonsense, I've only just started," Colin boasted, smiling happily. "Especially as you are now here to join me." He shoved a cookie into his mouth and rummaged through the cupboards for a glass. He poured a generous amount before placing the tumbler in front of Penelope.

"Oh," she floundered, "oh no, I couldn't…"

"Drink," Colin begged softly, a smile in his eyes that Penelope couldn't decipher. "At least indulge me with a sip… for our toast.”

“Toast?” Penelope placed her hands on her hips, arching her brow. “What are we toasting to?”

“Why, my finding you here, of course!” He grinned. “I've been most eager for a moment alone with you, Miss Featherington. Here, I shall find myself another glass." He spun and fumbled clumsily, so uncharacteristically discombobulated that Penelope couldn't help but to smother a laugh against the back of her fist.

At last, Colin turned to her with a triumphant smile, glass in hand. "Are you laughing at me, Miss Featherington?" He grabbed the gin and went to pour his drink, until Penelope stopped him, placing her small hand atop of his.

"I think you will find that you'll have more to drink…" Penelope said with barely restrained mirth, as she delicately turned over the cup in his hand, "...with your glass the right-side up, Mr Bridgerton."

Colin huffed a laugh, his smile boyish and handsome as he leaned down into her space. "A wise assessment as always, Miss Featherington," he whispered, close enough for the heat of his breath to fan against her cheek. "What would I ever do without you?"

"Die of thirst, it would seem," Penelope breathed, looking up into his dark, shining eyes.

"Oh… of that I have no doubt." Colin moved closer, his hand finding her waist and drawing her in.

[haggishlyhagging]

Clues about the nature of Elemental Wisdom can be gleaned from statements attributed to the apostle Paul—arch-hater of life in general and women in particular—concerning elements and Elementals. He wrote:

See to it that no one makes a prey of you by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the universe, and not according to Christ. (Col. 2:8 [R.S.V.])

It is evident that Paul experienced distaste for philosophy which is associated with Elemental spirits. The antithesis of such Wild Worldly Wisdom is Christ. The extent of the necrophilic lust motivating these words becomes even more evident later in the same chapter:

If with Christ you died to the elemental spirits of the universe, why do you live as if you still belonged to the world? (Col. 2:20 [R.S.V.])

Elemental philosophy is of the world. It is for those who love and belong to this world, who experience Be-Longing in this world, who refuse the horror of Self-loss implied in dying "with Christ" to the Elemental spirits of the universe. In case there could be any delusions concerning the element-hating thrust of christian ideology, which seeks to kill Earthy wisdom, Paul drives home the point:

Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hid with Christ in God. (Col. 3:2-3 [R.S.V.])

In contrast to this, Elemental women experience our Selves, and, therefore, our philosophy, as rooted in love for the earth and for things that naturally are on earth. This Elemental Earthy Lust was expressed by Emily Brontë in Wuthering Heights, in the words of Catherine:

"If I were in heaven, Nelly, I. should be extremely miserable. . . . I dreamt once that I was there . . . that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy."

The joy of Elemental women, then, is Earthy, and so also is our philosophical quest.

The lust to kill this philosophical quest is expressed in yet another pauline text, which provides further clues for understanding the perversion/reversal of primal Wonderlust:

When we were children, we were slaves to the elemental spirits of the universe. But when the time had fully come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying "Abba! Father!" . . . But now that you have come to know God, or rather be known by God, how can you turn back again to the weak and beggarly elemental spirits, whose slaves you want to be once more? (Gal. 4:3-9 [R.S.V.])

Elemental women who have learned to recognize the technique of reversal will be suspicious of the word slave in this context. We do not wish to be redeemed by a god, to be adopted as sons, or to have the spirit of a god's son artificially injected into our hearts, crying "father." Having seen the horror of such phallocratic "spirituality," we indeed can "turn back again," re-membering our Selves as strong and proud "Elemental spirits," and using this expression as Metaphor to Name our Sources, Sisters, Muses, Friends, as well as our Selves. As we turn back, re-membering, we understand ever more deeply the war continually waged against Elemental life by the fathers and sons.

The logical outcome of the war against Elemental be-ing that is legitimated by such "spirituality" was expressed in the second epistle of Peter:

But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a loud noise, and the elements will be dissolved with fire, and the earth and the works that are upon it will be burned up. (2 Pet. 3:10 [R.S.V.])

As self-fulfilling prophecy and manifesto of necrophilic faith, this "inspired" text is one among many that have paved the way for modern technological war against the elements, which takes such forms as nuclearism and chemical contamination. Understanding/moving through and beyond this war is the work of Elemental feminist philosophy of life.

-Mary Daly, Pure Lust

[pub-lius]

I just wanna say, DUDE. The majority of what I know about amrev comes from your blog. Your in-depth posts literally have me FOAMING AT THE MOUTHH I don't have much time to read longer books due to school but I wanna feed my obsession so do you have any books on the shorter side or some websites/archives I can research/read a bit quicker? If not it's totally fine.

Also off topic but I'm loving "It Began About Dusk" on AO3 <3

OH MY GOD THE FLATTERY‼️‼️‼️ you’re making me blush here anon. im so glad that you find my posts helpful!!! AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS i have a chapter of it began about dusk in the drafts rn so you’ll get more content soon

now this is a tricky question because im absolutely insane and ive barely ever read short books. right now im reading His Excellency by Joseph J Ellis and i recommend it!! its only around 2-300 pages which is the shortest history book ive got VSJWBW primary sources can be really good to get in book form, things like Common Sense by Thomas Paine, Rules of Civility and Decent Behavior (Washington’s rule book), and Memoir of Lieut. Col. Tench Tilghman, Secretary and aid to Washington are all primary sources i have on my shelf that are short and sweet.

i also have Hercules Mulligan by Micheal J. Obrien which i haven’t read but is VERY small. there is also James Monroe by Gary Hart which is short but i have not finished (i dont even truly remember reading it but i annotated part of it apparently), The Drillmaster of Valley Forge by Paul Lockhart is a little longer than those others, but still isn’t chernow levels of wrong, but i also haven’t read that one. Thomas Jefferson and the Tripoli Pirates by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger isn’t the most serious history book, but it is pretty good and an easy read.

as for secondary source websites, start with encyclopedias ie Britannica, which post short articles on different historical figures and events that give you the overview. from there im gonna point you to the National Park Service. this is the best thing the US government has ever made for researchers. this is all your battlefields, winter encampments, historical reproductions, and former capitals. also check out private residences turned museums, such as Mount Vernon, Monticello, and Schuyler Mansion. these institutions have an abundance of easily accessible information on more than just the people who lived there.

now the Library of Congress was a good decision on Jefferson’s part, but it can be inaccessible if you don’t know how to use it well because their website is one of my least favorite things about being alive. so instead, i recommend using Founders Online for any primary source regarding the founding fathers or amrev figures. the Washington Papers are filled to the brim with almost everything that went out of headquarters during all 8 years of the war. founders online is the shit

all of these websites i’ve mentioned are free to access, because i do not pay money on any research tools besides books out of spite for late stage capitalism. also any primary source is 100% accessible online. that includes memoirs and court transcripts, which can be very helpful

also i really do recommend watching documentaries and informational videos on the subjects you’re interested in while doing work or other things if you’re someone who does that (ik some people don’t have background noise but im just assuming you’re as neurodivergent as i am) because you can absorb just a little of that information and it being about a subject of interest can make academics seem a little less miserable!

i hope this is helpful and if you have absolutely any further questions, feel free to ask. i know im very privileged to have the time and resources to read long ass books, which is why i very freely share the information i absorb with the public bc i believe education should never be gatekept by anyone. so if you have any questions, im happy to research them for you, or at least point you in the right direction. love ya!!

[dearlexies]

ok, I deleted the other post because god there a lot of typos (don't rely too much on Google translator) sooo i finally plucked up the courage to write a 4433 au, the problem is i had ideas for 8 different aus but i have serious focus and organization issues so i wanted to focus on just 1. Some are just ideas that haven't been written yet, others are already 1 or 2 chapters, others are just the name and a poorly done synopsis. I separated my favorites (and most likely to be made) and I want you to decide which one I should focus on.

1- something started in a getaway car

In this one Jos is forcing Max to have an arranged marriage, but ofc he doesn't want that, so on the day of the wedding Max runs away and ends up getting into Lewis' car, which is cool enough to drive him a long way away. Lewis takes him to a small town and temporarily shelters Max in his house while he is on the run from his father. As the days go by, Max begins to enjoy life away from the city as he slowly falls in love with Lewis and the quiet life he has.

Important information: long-fic, anxiety, past child abuse, single dad Lewis, parental neglect, kinda coffee shop au, found family, probably will be a series with fics of the other drivers.

2- Delicate

This would be after the Vegas GP where Max e Lewis have been in a secret relationship for years until at a party Max ends up drinking too much and ends up making posts on Twitter that imply that he is not straight. his and rbr PR team takes care of this, deleting the posts, paying journalists to not spread this information, and ofc Max says this is just a misunderstanding and that he was hacked, because he wasn't ready to come out. Everything was fine, the dust below and he even thought people had forgotten about it, that is until just as the 2024 season is about to start, pictures of him kissing another man appear. Now the media is on him like hungry sharks, his father is pissed off and is trying to disown him, and all Max wants is Lewis but at the same time he is terrified of dragging him into the madness his life has become, especially knowing everything that the media had done with Lewis over the years, so he tries to pull away and leave him alone even though I know it's not right.

Important information: Long-fic, established relationship, secret relationship, forced coming out, homophobia, anxiety, a little bit of miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, probably a series with fics of others drivers

3- I'm the reporter, baby, you could be the news

Max is a reporter who is covering his first Formula 1 GP, he ends up being responsible for interviewing the drivers who went to the podium and everything was fine until Lewis started looking at him with these lovely eyes, as if were looking at the most beautiful person in the world (like he does in THAT interview) Max doesn't notice at the time because he's so nervous and just trying to do the best he can so he's not really paying attention to Lewis or his answers, but then he comes home and he gets a text from daniel asking if he and lewis were dating and he's super confused because he had never talked to Lewis before, Max asks Daniel where he got the idea and he starts sending out a bunch of twitter posts of people asking who was the reporter and why Lewis was looking at him like that. So he looks at his interview trying to pay more attention to Lewis and he can't deny it, he looks at Max like he's the most beautiful person in the room. When they meet again it's kinda weird, but Max tries to be a little more open in communication and even tries to joke with Lewis about it, and when he flirts and Max blushes the fans go wild and start shipping them and getting really interested in this.

Important information: long-fic, angs/comfort, media being media, stalker (not lewis or max) cyberbullying, past toxic relationship, homophobia

4- We never go out of style

Max is a photographer who gets a last-minute work call to photograph a famous designer's newest collection, he accepts without a second thought, for the money ofc. there he meets a man, who he assumes is one of the models because of his beauty, he's really nice and for some reason is flirting with him?? Max doesn't understand why such a handsome model would be interested in a clumsy photographer like him, but that doesn't stop him from flirting back. While talking with him Max confesses that he didn't like that designer's collection, the model explains the clothing concept, but still Max didn't seem to like it, he looks a little offended but doesn't say anything. When the photo shoot finally ends, Max asks George (who had called him offering the job) why that model was the only one who wasn't being photographed and he reveals that he is not a model but actually the designer Lewis Hamilton. So Max runs over to apologize to him, but of course Lewis still looks a little pissed off. They have a small argument, with Lewis saying that Max has a very close mind for fashion and that he is not able to see the cultural and political messages behind the clothes, Max trying to make a joke (and get them to end this fight on good terms) says that Lewis should teach him about this complex and political world of fashion, and Lewis sees that as a challenge and doesn't think twice before invites Max to the louis vuitton fashion week in Paris.

Important information: long-fic, one bed, slow-burn, mentions of ed, anxiety, past toxic relationship, racism, mentions of transphobia, homophobia

[ladyhindsight]

Of rewritten family relationships, my pure hatred for Alec's storyline, and wandering parabatai runes.

Jace slowly wakes up in the Institute infirmary with Alec and Isabelle by his side. This scene is Clare’s attempt to alleviate responsibility on Jace’s part. This is also a point of realization as to how Clare talks about how Jace and Clary didn’t really have a relationship in this book because Jace was not himself, but Jace hasn’t had a relationship with Alec nor Isabelle since City of Glass. And even then on Alec’s part it was shit.

Not once have Jace and Alec been like this. This could’ve been a point of growing back together after growing apart first if that apart point was ever realized by the narrative.

Jace’s apology comes off as performative and ostensible because 1. What is he even apologizing for 2. Isabelle gives him absolution for all of it anyway 3. He will never be held accountable for any bad decisions that lead to bad shit and circumstances.

Jace shouldn’t apologize for what he was put through, of course. Some responsibility should’ve been recognized far before this, however.

Fuck off. Clare wrote Will and Jem and only then found some sense in Jace and Alec. It is similarly rewriting history as with the whole idea of Jace being gentle with things he loved.

PLACEMENT OF THE PARABATAI RUNES. It is interesting to note that during the introduction to the concept of parabatai it was never told there were runes placed upon the pair. There is barely a mention of them in TMI, and without this one uncertain scene in the epilogue of CoLS, it is never told where Jace has it. (“We never got to finish our conversation, before,” Jace said. “I just wanted to say that you don’t always have to be all right. I asked you to be my parabatai because I needed you, but you’re allowed to need me, too. This”—he indicated his own parabatai rune—) → in CoHF

→ “He raised his sleeve, showing Jocelyn the parabatai rune on his inner forearm.” Alec in City of Fallen Angels, Chapter 6 “No Weapon in This World”

→ “Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jace’s hand tightened. “You don’t need to swear,” he said, and with his free hand touched the parabatai rune near his collarbone. “I know. I can feel it. I don’t feel like I’m missing a part of me anymore.” City of Lost Souls, here in the epilogue

Whose collarbone, though? It’s difficult to infer, because the use of pronouns indicates himself, not Jace. I’ll then go even a step further, because in City of Heavenly Fire Alec’s rune also keeps wandering:

→ “It is good, but what I felt”—Alec put his hand unconsciously over his upper arm, near his parabatai rune—“that isn’t good. Jace isn’t dead,” Chapter 8 “Strength in What Remains”

→ “Alec pushed aside his jacket, shoved down the collar of his shirt, and craned to see the mark on his shoulder. Simon recognized the outlines of the parabatai rune. Alec pressed his fingers to it; they came away smudged with something dark that looked like a smear of ash.” Chapter 8 “Strength in What Remains”

These two parts above are actually like two pages apart and the same scene too….

→ “Alec said, “Isabelle. Come on.” He was holding the shoulder marked by his parabatai rune stiffly.” Chapter 8 “Strength in What Remains”

→ “Alec staggered to his feet, his face dead white except where it was smeared black with soot. He spun, turning his back to Isabelle, shrugging down his gear jacket. “My parabatai rune—can you see it?” Isabelle felt her stomach drop; she thought for a moment she might faint. She grabbed at Alec’s collar, pulled it down, and exhaled a hard breath of relief. “It’s still there.”” Chapter 17 “Burnt Offerings”

How come Alec was able to crane his neck to see the rune before but not in this instance? Shit writing, that’s what.

Anyway, onward we go.

They should’ve actually fought.

Again, fuck off, but also, yay.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVEN ALEC??? His brother, bestie, parabatai is lying on the ground seemingly dead and ugh, I guess even Alec made his way theereee

Reminds me of this, but in this case we actually know WHY EVEN ALEC.

Five books and the culmination of character growth is, let’s let Clary do just whatever she wants because she is Clary and everything she does is right. That’s actually more development for Isabelle since she berated Clary for the same thing in City of Glass.

There’s been couple instances where Clary’s character is being praised by others, this just being one of them.

→ Wasn’t City of Glass exactly where Clary’s “personal life” was “considered”?

Sure, but also the literal translation of the name Michael. You know, the Archangel. Also yay, Simon.

→ How do these few moments become minutes, even, when Alec made his way immediately to Magnus

→ I might be tired and not reading this right, but to me this sounds like Alec thinks he deserved to have died (before Magnus) for even a second thinking about what Camille offered. What, dude. No.

Was there some point in the whole of this relationship where Magnus’ behavior somehow promoted intimate trust required to be in a relationship? And now he is somehow surprised that Alec didn’t fully trust or believe him? That Magnus’ secrecy did nothing to show Alec he is necessary and required, not a passing part in Magnus’ life?

→ Yes, do please underline more the fact how young Alec is compared to you. And this makes Magnus look better? This whole book on Alec’s part has been two old-as-fuck adults screwing over a teenager and playing him in their own ways.

→ There must be a way to explain. Well, how about you just say all that? Though Alec not being good with words is consistent with his inner monologue.

And here we have it. How the hell did this relationship have any future? It’s all there, and Magnus is not written taking any responsibility for it (CoHF is the best book out of all six solely for the fact that Alec actually says what needs to be said in it). Alec’s insecurity is of his own to mend and build up, but sheesh.

Apples and oranges, but isn’t it a bit ironic how Alec was the one pressured to come out of closet and tell his family about Magnus only weeks after dating, how the story pretended it was Alec’s choice and not everyone treating him as lesser and talking shit about him for not doing it. Alec is held responsible for this mistake. Where is everyone else’s responsibility for what they did to Alec and how they treated him?

→ But he didn’t try anything? Alec did nothing and took no steps towards that. What he did was meet up with Camille in order to learn things about Magnus Magnus himself was not willing to tell. Camille offered and Alec refused (after even considering it).

→ I find this punishment of thought ridiculous. One can entertain ideas and thoughts and conclude that they could never do this or that. ?? We do this constantly when we ponder ethics or hypothetical situations. Thoughts, feelings, and actions are not the same. Also, why Alec had to think about it? Because the offer was so outrageous he had to take time to realize what the hell? Because he was in with the idea of actually doing it and not thinking about the consequences? Because this type of stuff thrown at his face takes time to chew down? It matters.

→ And why do you think that is? Alec not trusting Magnus while having nothing to trust is somehow all Alec’s fault.

Alec is wrong and does wrong, but this I’m not going to just swallow and take as offered.

But they did talk about how they did like each other?

Isabelle has said it?

Fuck off, Jem. His name is Jace, how many times it needs to be said and by how many people?

→ The Herondales have kept names in the family— what?

→ Clary, Clarissa. Could we hold onto some consistency here?

→ This conversation piece because we needed a TID reference.

You both should be yelled at.

These are some truly profound thoughts.

They aren’t, but I am also so sick of you both being Special, so fuck off.

→ If Alec is half of his soul and Clary is a part of that other half, then how much soul does Jace have for himself? Math question.

→ Great how we’ve somehow arrived to the point where Jace actually seems to care about his family, but also at the same time he is on his own without Clary?

→ He learns quickly.

→ I understand that Jem is obsessed with Tessa and Will’s descendants, but they are their own people whose actions and personality and being has nothing to do with them. Was Jem as obsessed with every Herondale son on the way to Jace?

The book then finally ends with an edgy comeback note from Sebastian. Woowee.

[10piecechickennuggy]

Magic and Secrets, Ch. 8.5 - Christmas Special - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: This chapter is pure fluff and not "canon" to the rest of the fic, but the main story does contain mature content.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

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Delicate snowflakes drifted through chilly air, nestling into a glittering sheet aboard the Thousand Sunny. The usually colorful ship was covered in ivory powder; each mast, railing, rooftop, and tangerine tree shone bright white against the endless expanse of blue sea.

“Come on, Vera!” Luffy’s boisterous voice broke through the witch’s thoughts as he ran onto the now covered lawn deck. “Let’s make snow angels!”

The boy flopped onto the floor before getting a response, his arms flailing wildly as he created a haphazard angel. His giggles were contagious, eliciting an eruption of laughter to bubble out of the witch before she joined her captain.

Without a care in the world, the two played like children on a snow day. It wasn’t long before their crewmates joined in their festivities. 

First, they created snowmen. Chopper’s was actually a snow reindeer, its misshapen head adorned with the doctor’s own hat. Usopp had crafted a warrior from the snow, its white shield adorned with a painted slingshot. Franky had somehow crafted a huge replica of himself - where he’d gotten all that snow from, Vera could only guess. Brook’s snow skeleton held a pair of panties, a smile on its boney face.

Wait.

Vera snatched the purple fabric with a scowl, using her magic to transport the article away. “How did you even get those?!” 

“Yo-ho-ho!” The musician held up his hands in mock surrender, inching backwards from the irate woman. “They were in the laundry this morning. But can you really blame me? Such a soft shade of lilac and beautiful handcrafted lace. I couldn’t help myself!”

The witch glared daggers at the skeletal man, debating with herself whether or not to punch him. Would it even hurt him if she did?

Eventually, she sighed and released her clenched fist. “Keep your hands off my underwear!” She shouted before stomping away, leaving Brook to chuckle lightly.

As she marched across the deck, ready to head inside, a snowball flew through the air and narrowly missed her. The white powder sprayed into the sea upon impact with the railing. Vera turned to see who had thrown the thing her way just in time for another to hit her straight in the face.

Vera wiped away the melting snow with gloved hands, her pale skin bright red where it had made contact. She bent down and quickly made a snowball of her own, prepaying to throw. “Whoever did that, you’re dead.”

The group chased each other around Sunny's deck, hurling snowballs at one another. Most missed, but everyone had a joyous time. Laughter and excited shouts filled the air.

A puff of smoke wafted towards the sky as the kitchen’s double doors opened onto the scene. A certain blonde chef emerged with a smile on his face and a tray of steaming beverages in hand. “I made hot cocoa for everyone. I’m sure you’re all col-“

A snowball hurtled towards Sanji, smacking the tray out of his hands. Hot liquid sprayed onto his shirt and pants, melting the snow into a puddle of brown at his feet.

“Goddamnit, Luffy!” The cook yelled, throwing the tray down in annoyance. Metal clanged, causing the broken porcelain to dance for a moment. “I just got this shirt at the last island! Do you know how hard it is to get stains out of silk?!”

Their captain rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry, Sanji.”

The blonde’s chest was visible through the stains in his shirt - why he chose to wear such thin fabric during a winter snow flurry was a mystery. Vera took a moment to admire the sculpted muscles of his chest before she shook her head, pushing away her impure thoughts.

Rushing forward, she placed a hand just above the cook’s damp shirt. With a whispered spell, the liquid vanished - a dry and stain free outfit left behind. 

“Oh, Vera!” Sanji’s eyes lit up with hearts, his hands clasped together as he twirled about the girl. “You have my deepest gratitude!” He then fell to his knees, reintroducing his pants to the spilled beverages. “Your kindness is that of a goddess! Allow me to worship at your feet with tokens of my love!”

Vera could only blush, insisting that Sanji’s proclamations were much too grandiose for simply removing a stain from his clothing. Once she’d managed to calm him down enough, the blonde returned to his feet after picking up the now broken mugs and discarded tray.

“Well, if you won’t let me treat you like the magical deity that you are, then please allow me to offer you the first taste of the gingerbread cookies I just finished baking.”

At the promise of sweets, the witch’s face lit up. “That sounds wonderful!” Excitement took hold of her body, exploding outward as she made happy little stomps of her feet upon the snowy deck.

“I want cookies too!” Luffy had joined the pair on the way to the kitchen, his voice winey as he begged for a bit of the aforementioned treats.

“No, Luffy.” Sanji scolded his captain whilst holding open the kitchen’s door for Vera to pass through. “They’re for the Christmas party tonight. I’m only giving Vera one as thanks for helping me out.”

“Aww!” The brunette boy slouched in defeat, his form appearing deflated. “That’s no fair! I’m the captain, so I should get a cookie too!”

“You’re the same idiot who threw a snowball at me!” The cook growled through gritted teeth, the smoke puffing from his cigarette mirroring his ears. “You’ll get plenty of snacks during the party!”

With that, Sanji had entered the kitchen and allowed the door to slam shut, leaving Luffy outside with his remaining nakama.

“He sure is a handful.” Vera spoke with her mouth full, a headless gingerbread man held in calloused fingers. Swallowing, she reached for a glass of milk she’d poured while the two men were bickering.

“How is it?” Sanji smiled at the crumbs which dotted the corners of Vera’s lips as she brought the glass of milk to them.

“Really good.” She nodded to the tray of cookies before her. “They’ll be a hit at the party.”

“Thanks.” The cook moved closer to his companion, her seated position at one of the bartop’s stools causing him to appear taller than usual. 

“Your compliments always mean the world to me.” His voice was soft as he came closer, leaning down to just above her eye level before raising a slender hand towards her face. The blush that overtook Vera’s features was darker than even the chill winter air could have caused as Sanji’s thumb came to rest at the corner of her mouth.

Their skin only met for less than a second, but the sensation was as though bolts of lightning had erupted through her very being. When his thumb retreated, three crumbs of gingerbread clung to the skin. Without a moment's hesitation, Sanji brought the digit to his own lips. He held Vera’s gaze as he took the thumb into his mouth before removing it with a satisfying pop.

“You’re right.” He spoke with a smirk, his tone having become ever so slightly husky in their close proximity. “That was delicious.”

Vera was frozen. She could have died right there and been at peace - the most blissful she’d ever known herself to be. And yet she longed for more. 

Without a word, the witch leaned forward, her head tilting up to mirror his downturned gaze. Sensing her intentions, Sanji moved too - their movements in unison as the pair inched closer together. Smells of tobacco and exotic spices enveloped Vera’s senses, a hypnotic lull bringing her ever closer to her lip’s desire.

“Sanji!” 

Luffy’s voice broke the two from their trance, the pair bolting to attention before their captain. “I can’t wait until the party! Make me a snack!”

The cook erupted into another rant directed at the would-be pirate king, eliciting giggles from behind the witch’s raised hand.

[gorgeousundertow]

First Line Analysis

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

Thank you to @ackackh for tagging me! I'm going to go in reverse order to see if I can learn something about the growth of my writing (or maybe the reverse, lol)

10. Richard Winters finished his letter, but hesitated over how to sign it. (From He That Shall Live This Day, and See Old Age)

I'm happy with this. It's short, but it invites the reader in; something is going on in Dick's mind, something he feels uncertain about, and since this is fandom, we already know this character so rarely feels uncertain.

9. Dear Mom & Dad, You'll be glad to know that Officer Candidate School is going to be a lot more pleasant than Basic Training was, or is looks like it so far, anyway. (From From This Day To The Ending of the World)

This one is more challenging, because it's an epistolary story, and, well, I just don't think Dick would be that good a writer. He would be straightforward and a little stiff, which felt true to voice but also frustrating sometimes (which was the joy of that fic). That said, we know he's at OCS, so we know where in the timeline we are, and we know who he meets at OCS, and that's fun too. (It's a little hilarious that these both start with letters. Sensing a theme).

8. Thornton: Thanks for coming in today, Captain Speirs. Speirs: I wasn't aware I had a choice. (From The Berlin Dossier)

Okay, I cheated, because the first lines of this fic are actually from Speirs' OSS file, but this is the first dialogue. This is another story told entirely in found documents, with some OCs. I guess this works okay? It establishes Speirs' cool discomfort with the situation.

7. Brad bought a ticket off of a scalper for way too much money and wondered what the fuck he was doing. (From Serpentine)

I loooooove this first line. It establishes place (well, not Iraq) and Brad never doesn't know what he's doing, so something is clearly going on. Plus it just feels very Brad.

6. Gunnery Sergeant Mike Wynn sat in his humvee and tried to think about what his wife was doing right now. (From Wall of Calm)

I don't love this as much. It establishes place and mood, but it doesn't invite me in the way the last one did.

5. CO. Col. Lt. Billy Turner. West Point. Demands fawning attention. Shouts. 3/10. (From Don't Give it a Hand, Offer it a Soul)

*cries.* Okay, so what this tells me is I need to stop writing epistolary fics. (Just kidding, I never will). But, er, they don't make for the best opening sentences.

4. Brad stood with his back straight and his eyes forward, his hands clasped behind his back in as convincing a position of penitence as he could manage, and tried to remember why he’d decided to become a cop. From The Burden of Tomorrow

At least it's a complete sentence? This isn't my favorite, either, although I guess it does what I needed it to do, which is establish the universe: Brad is a cop.

3. Dick Winters was not a lord, but he wasn’t a servant, either, not precisely. (From an in-process Ever After AU)

Same as above - it's just about establishing the universe. Utilitarian, 4/10

2. Upon reflection, it was stupid to show up for an interview as an office manager for a mid-level law firm in a three-thousand dollar suit. (From an in-process ArthurEames Inception fic)

Yay, back on my game! This is another line I love because whatttttt is going on. (The next line reveals that it is Arthur who has done this, but of course it is, in Inception only Arthur wears clothes worth $3k). It tells us that Arthur has left dreamshare and it's Not Going Very Well, which raises a lot of questions and invites the reader to keep going.

Alfie tucks his spectacles in his vest and frowns at the door; on the other side of it is Tommy Shelby, patiently awaiting his retaliation for being a bloody-minded prick. (From an in-process Tommy Shelby/Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders fic)

I literally just wrote this ten seconds ago, because this fic is loosely mapped but entirely unwritten. So I didn't spend a lot of time on it, but I wanted to establish the power dynamics right off the bat - because that is what this fic is going to be about. I might play with it...but it's clear that Tommy's in trouble, but he's also still very much Tommy Fucking Shelby. Plus I just love Alfie's spectacles and will talk about them for hours.

My takeaways...judging from a first sentence is hard. First sentences have a lot to do, but so far as I'm concerned their jobs are these:

-ask the reader if they want to read more

-establish whose POV we're in

-establish the universe/what's going on (at least a little bit)

I think I'm consistently good about the last two...and need to work on the first one. :(

Tagging @blood-mocha-latte @mercurygray @nanuk-dain @noneedtoamputate @almost-a-class-act and anyone else who wants to put themself through this painful process

[dfroza]

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures

for the 19th of may 2025 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New Covenant) of the Bible

[The Book of Revelation, Chapter 1 • The Book of Job, Chapter 7]

along with Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms with Proverbs 19 and Psalm 19 coinciding with the day of the month, accompanied by Psalm 61 for the 61st day of Astronomical Spring, and Psalm 139 for day 139 of the year (with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 1st revolution this year)

A post by John Parsons:

The Ascension of Yeshua...

Thursday, May 22nd after sundown marks the 40th day of the Omer Count....

Exactly forty days after his resurrection, on Mem B'Omer (see Acts 1:3), Yeshua met with his disciples at the Mount of Olives near Jerusalem, where he told them they would receive the promised Holy Spirit at the appointed jubilee of Shavuot (i.e., "Pentecost"). Upon his departure he blessed them, and Yeshua began to "ascend" bodily into heaven, thus signifying the close of his ministry on earth ("God with us") in anticipation of the advent of the Holy Spirit ("God in us"). [Note that in the New Testament, the account of the ascension of Yeshua is found in Luke 24:50-51 and Acts 1:3-11)].

The ascension of the Messiah fulfills prophecy as the glory of Yeshua enthroned at the right hand of the Father (Psalm 110:1; Matt. 22:41-46; 26:64), and therefore it marks the transition from his earthy ministry back to his heavenly one, and this is important because it annulled any further claim that Yeshua would physically visit people on earth until the parousia, or the second coming (note that Apostle Paul had encountered Yeshua after the ascension via visions, and not true physical contact in the earthly realm (see Acts 9:1-19; Gal. 1:11-2:1; 1 Cor. 15:8). The ascension signified the triumph of Yeshua as the “Son of Man” when he physically entered into the heavenly realm. It was not merely the spirit of Messiah that ascended to glory, but redeemed humanity that he represented in his resurrected body. The ascension eternally vindicates the salvation of God in Yeshua.

But why 40 days? And what was Yeshua doing during this time? Frankly we don’t know the details, though "40 days and nights" represents a period of completeness in the Scriptures. For instance, the cataclysmic judgment during the time of the great flood (Gen. 7:1), the embalming of Jacob (i.e., Israel) in Egypt (Gen. 50:3), the two occasions Moses ascended Sinai to receive the Torah (Exod. 24:18; Exod. 34:28), the intercession Moses made on behalf of Israel (Deut. 9:25); the mission of the spies who searched out the land (Num. 14:34), and Yeshua's temptation before he began his public ministry (Matt. 4:2; Mark 1:13) as well as his post-resurrection appearances (Acts 1:3) - all were 40 days in duration.

What is spiritually vital about all this, however, is that our Lord, the "Final Adam" (῾Ο ἔσχατος ᾽Αδὰμ, 1 Cor. 15:45) is now seated at the right hand of God (Psalm 110:1), forever enthroned as the Savior and LORD over all, the King of Glory (מֶלֶךְ הַכָּבוֹד) who has successfully completed his great mission to save humanity from the curse of death because of the original transgression in the garden (Rom. 5:12-21; 1 Cor. 15:21-22).

It was prophesied of our Lord Yeshua in Psalm 68:19 - "You have ascended to the highest (עָלִיתָ לַמָּרוֹם); You have taken captives out of captivity (שָׁבִיתָ שֶּׁבִי); You have acquired gifts for men (לָקַחְתָּ מַתָּנוֹת בָּאָדָם), yea, even for the rebellious (וְאַף סוֹרְרִים), that the LORD God may dwell among them (לִשְׁכֹּן יָהּ אֱלֹהִים). The apostle Paul later quoted this verse and applied it to the victory of Yeshua at the cross, explaining that He had first descended at his death and burial but later ascended far above all (Eph. 4:8-10; Col. 2:15). By delivering captive sinners from their captivity to Satan, the LORD bestowed gifts of the Spirit and eternal life to all who believe. Praise his name forever!

About Mem B’Omer...

We are in the midst of the 49 day “countdown” that runs from the day following the Passover until the day before the holiday of Shavuot (“Weeks” or “Pentecost”). This seven week period is called "Counting the Omer" (ספירת העומר) in the Torah (Lev. 23:15-16). During the Temple period, on each of these days an appointed priest would wave a sheaf (omer) of barley before the LORD as a symbolic gesture of dedicating the coming harvest to Him. This ceremony was called tenufat ha-omer (“waving of the sheaf”). On the 50th day, however, a sample of the first crop of the wheat harvest was baked into two loaves of leavened bread (called “Shtei Ha-Lechem,” שׁתי הלחם) and waved before the altar as the climactic rite of the season (Lev. 23:15-20). Notice that this was the only time that otherwise forbidden leaven was used by the priests for the avodah (see Lev. 2:11).

The 49 days between Passover and Shavuot forms a “chain” that links the two festivals together, and indeed Shavuot is regarded as the culmination of the experience of redemption, sometimes called Atzaret Pesach (עצרת פסח), or the “Conclusion of Passover.” Just as the redemption by the blood of the lamb led to Israel’s deliverance and the giving of the Torah at Sinai, so the redemption by the blood of Yeshua led to the world’s deliverance and the giving of the Holy Spirit at Zion... And just as the covenant at Sinai created the nation of Israel, so the covenant at Zion created the worldwide people of God, redeemed from “every tribe and tongue” (Rev. 5:9). The waving of the “two loaves” of leavened bread therefore prophesied the creation of the “one new man,” both Jew and Gentile, that would be “firstfruits” of the Kingdom of God. In the Sovereign plan of God Almighty, ultimately there would be one flock, and one Shepherd for all God’s children (John 10:16).

Since the resurrection of Yeshua occurred during the first day of the omer (i.e., on Firstfruits, or Yom HaBikkurm), and the Holy Spirit was given to the disciples 50 days later on Shavuot (Pentecost), all of Yeshua's post-resurrection appearances occurred during the days of the Omer count. Some of these appearances were as follows: On the first day of the Omer, Yeshua appeared to Mary Magdalene (Mark 16:9; John 20:16-18), some other women (Matt. 28:5-10), and then to Simon Peter (Luke 24:34; 1 Cor. 15:5). On the second day, He appeared to the two on the Road to Emmaus (Luke 24:13-32) and later that evening to the twelve disciples (Mark 16:14; Luke 24:33-39; John 20:19). A week later, He appeared to the Twelve again (John 20:26) and eight days later appeared to Thomas (John 20:24-29). Some time later, He appeared the third time to the disciples as they went back to their fishing jobs (John 21:1-14). Sometime later Yeshua appeared to 500 (1 Cor. 15:6) and then to James, the half-brother of our Lord Yeshua (1 Cor. 15:7). On Iyyar 25, or the 40th day of the Omer (called Mem B’Omer: מ"ם בעומר), Yeshua ascended into heaven from Bethany and commanded His followers not to leave Jerusalem until the promise of the Father was fulfilled during Shavuot (see Luke 24:44-53; Acts 1:9-11; Eph. 4:8).

The ascension of Yeshua (עליית ישוע) was foreshadowed by Moses and the receiving of the Torah at Sinai: Just as Moses had waited 40 days before the Torah was given to Israel, so the disciples waited 40 days before the promise of the Holy Spirit was given (Exod. 24:18; John 16:7, Acts 2:1-4). In both cases, at the appointed time revelation was given -- first in the form of "the Voice of the Living God speaking from the midst of the fire" at Sinai (Deut. 5:26), and later in the form of “tongues of fire” given in glory and power. Yeshua’s Voice is now heard from the midst of the fire given at Zion...

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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More about the Ascension:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Holidays/Spring_Holidays/Sefirat_HaOmer/Ascension/ascension.html

Psalm 47:5 reading:

hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm47-5-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm47-5-lesson.pdf

5.18.25 • Facebook

from Israel365

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

[amelias-calamity-quintet]

For the Fanfic/Author Ask Game :D

8. What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]? For GoS and/or MoaH! 17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing? 23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Oh, thank ya, @doubtfulloser! For GoS & MoaH too, I will do my best!

8. What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]? For GoS and/or MoaH!

Oh man. Let's start with GoS, that's all out (technically). Sections in GoS, generally the final arc is some of my favorite, but the farewell with Echo still hits me every time I look back. For similar reasons, so does the credits chapter, but the one with Echo just always makes me cry. But I think probably when Link and Zelda finally kiss. There was some reworking of the story I realize doing this, but the kiss finally happening in the end section just fits them so much better.

For MoaH? God, that's hard cause there's so much favorite in what I haven't released yet. Like there this relic tutorial section in book 4 that was so much fun. And a ton of scenes to pick from with Hamuus in book 3. The relationship between Link and Syd in book 2 and how that culminates was really meaningful.

I guess from book 1, Firestorm. That chapter finally gets the main duo on the same page and it just. Mmmmm! So good.

17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?

It's honestly really hard for me to pick things I'm proud of, not because I'm not proud of my work in general, but because I have a really hard time identifying what is meaningful to others and like. Specifics that I'm proud of. And storytelling, as much as it's for me telling the story, it's also about hearing how it impacts others. That's why comments really help me, because they tell me what I'm doing well. I genuinely can't identify this very easily.

With that said, I'm proud of my ability to emulate vibes while remaining my own thing. One of the comments I got most regularly on GoS and am getting now on MoaH is that they feel like games. And that's what I wanted to write! The fact that GoS & MoaH both hit that goal while being their own, and being their own independent of each other, is a huge goal of mine. They are obviously connected, but I want them to be standalone too as works, so I'm glad we're continuing to hit that.

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Haha, oh, plot bunnies. I do try to avoid them. I learned my lesson with the five-way release cycle of 2017. Yikes! Problem is though, if I have an idea, I usually have to write it down to see if it survives. So we're going to play on the technicality of not having written a lot (by my standards) and go from there.

I'm really looking forward to getting back to my other three (RA, CoL, & DAD). Also looking forward to getting them imported over from Wattpad too so more folks can read them to tide me over on hiatusing htem until MoaH is done. I've had some ideas on GoS prestories about Link's parents. I have some notes on a modern AU of MoaH to use for a prompt challenge that would be fun (some notes in EH's Discord for that). There's some original legends thoughts about Lorule after the quintet is all done. But I think that's all that are generally "unstarted."

Thank you again for the ask!