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[orionchildofhades]

Andrew Minyard, Literature Major ("Hell hath no fury" , "Jean Valjean") getting a PhD just to piss off Aaron so they're both Dr. Minyard is just--

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Bartylus but they meet an institution for troubled children. Regulus had gotten overstimulated and upset and bit the nearest person's ear off at school. Barty threatened to blow up his school with a bomb he built in his bedroom. Obviously their parents just sent them away, needing to let someone else whip their children into shape.

(Sirius had already been there for a year after he pranked a teacher so bad that they quit teaching in general. Evan and Pandora land themselves there not long after for performing "disturbing" experiments with animals and insects that they also use to scare other kids. James' parents make the hard decision to send him there when a student he bullied killed themselves)

[mythals-whore]

Day 5: Bestiary

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(divider from THIS post, thank you @flowersforthemachines)

The beginnings of his monster manual are scattered across its surface: drawings, wood shavings, and various notes. Davrin settles into the desk chair with a sigh, shuffling through it all.

It's been in the works for years now, every monster he ever faced—and some he hasn't. Always on the move, sleeping on forest floor and in strange strange taverns there was never much time to be dedicated solely to the prospect. The bestiary was just constant notes collected in a leather-bound notebook. An odd sketch here and there. In the past several months he's been busy cataloging the new forms of darkspawn they've encountered, as well as all the strange new creatures in Arlathan. The face (if it could be called that) of one of the fade-creatures they've run across in Arlathan stares up at him with it's bloodied petals and many, many razor sharp teeth. They haven't yet come up with a name for them—all of Rook's suggestions have been unhelpful. Bellara's even more so.

Davrin decided he'd agonize over such things later. He didn't want to wind up with a name like 'The Gloom Howler' a second time round.

Though a quick leaf through the pages has him snagging on something else. A sketch of Assan curled up by the fire, his neck and chin laid flat on the carpet, feet bent at the elbow juncture and tucked in close to his body. No better than a housecat. There were others of him, too. None as anatomical as his other drawings.

Rook teased him about it just the other day, having snatched a page of Assan off his desk upon a remarkably soundless entry.

I didn't take you for an artist.

Davrin had rolled his eyes. He's hardly that.

The drawing came out of necessity rather than passion for any kind of art. In the early days of monster hunting, Davrin was in far over his head. There was a monster terrorizing a local village in Rivain—a dracolisk, he found out later. It's hide was too hard to pierce, adorned with too may spikes and scales, claws sharp enough to rend a man limb from limb with a single strike—which Davrin very nearly learned from firsthand experience. No matter what he tries, nothing seemed to pierce it.

So he made the trip to Dairsmuid.

He went first to the circle of magi, which was where he encountered his first problem. Describing a large beast with claws like needles and hide like stone didn't get him much of anywhere.

He was directed to a bestiary written by a man that Davrin still isn't sure had even seen half the monsters depicted in those pages. The Varterral was all wrong, rockwraiths certainly take more than one arrow to kill and the author hadn't even bothered differentiating the brand of wyvern that spit acid from the ones who spewed fire. At the very least, Davrin thought a mage would have known what a rage demon looked like.

Ludrik certainly could have fooled him.

A year later, he was near Ventus, dealing with a Chimera—likely unleashed by blood magic. Davrin still bears the marks of that one too, along the back of his left shoulder and thigh. There was a scholar in the city he'd heard of, Balmor.

Davrin had taught himself to sketch by that point—they were rough things, but descriptive enough for him to find information when he needed it. Balmor, expert that he was, couldn't recognize a chimera if its serpent's tail had wrapped itself around his throat.

Davrin had already been keeping track, then. His own knowledge and experience stuffed into a small, leather bound book that was often wet, it's pages punctured more than once. He learned to sketch fast and remember the small details for later. That last part wasn't particularly difficult. Davrin actually found it difficult to forget the rancid, noxious breath of a harpy or the exact number of teeth inside the mouth of a great wyrm.

It was a skill more than a hobby at the start but Davrin supposes it'd be a lie to pretend it wasn't both, sometimes. At least the whisper of charcoal pencil on parchment is unlikely to wake either of the current residents of his bed.

And somehow, staring at a blank page, Davrin cannot even conceptualize a monster he's yet to draw.

Except one.

[fresiants]

Lmao, someone on Reddit wrote that they would probably simp for Severus if they were to enter the Harry Potter universe, and people in the comment section really went out of their way to disprove OP's attraction by listing his 'unattractive features.' Just wait till they see how thirsty Snape fans are on Tumblr.

[theatrekidenergy]

Diversity Win! We got a canon SamBucky “I love you” and my first ever queer date (and potential first boyfriend!!!) in the same day.

[fallen6253]

About the soul-swap partners:

I love that neither of them decided to stick to their given roles.  In either universe, really.

You’ll get what I mean.

Cale, who was Kim Rok Soo, does not keep up the image of trash.  He calls himself trash, he is called trash.  He does not keep his reputation.  Not the alcoholism, and he doesn’t throw bottles at gangsters.  No, he takes care of the underworld and other nobles in his own way (ie, recruitment or utter destruction).  He does not have his old reputation in this world either.  He’s not known as this cold leader who doesn’t care when someone dies, he’s known as a brilliant young man who cares way too much.  He’s known as an idiot who would rather pass out from exhaustion a week later than leave things to fester for one minute.  

And then there’s Kim Rok Soo, who was Cale Henituse once upon an apocalypse.  (First the fuq of all, nobody knew jac squat about him in the first place, and being the son of his mother probably made him something of an automatic anomaly.  I assume just being a Thames makes you kinda weird.  But anyway!) He lived as trash, an alcoholic who threw too many bottles back and then at the wall.  Then he lived through 20 years of a losing war.  And he got tired.  Tired enough to listen to a voice in his head in his last moments, to switch worlds and bodies with some stranger.  And he chose the motto that reflects the sentiments of his soul swap partner to a T: let’s live peacefullly.

And he smiles now, as Kim Rok Soo.  He sits back in his office chair, with an easygoing attitude.  He’s not the trash that would only shout; he is sly, and he knows how to use his status to properly put punks in their place.  He’s the team leader who refuses to be mistreated by anyone.  He will not be used, he would rather do his work as he needs to.  He isn’t a lowlife with no responsibilities in the wake of a war he would be just about useless in; he has a niece he has to go home to.  He drinks casually, not too much.  And he smiles in a way that’s too bright for the cold Kim Rok Soo.  He’s too happy now to be called cold-blooded. It’s like there’s a fire in his eyes that had been lost ages ago. Something that was rekindled when he had someone to go home to.

Despite changing their own lives so much, they wound up being nearly the same as one another and that drives me a little insane.

And let's not forget the best part.  One famous line they have in common in every world:

“Should I flip everything over?”

Another thing: I think Cale's gonna start resembling Kim Rok Soo. As in, he'll start relaxing a bit as the work goes on, he'll learn to rest as he goes (as in actually rest) and delegate work properly. He won't brush past comments like he used to, he will look a person in the eye and go 'I can just leave this world and leave you to your fate' which I would love to see, honestly. I feel like their individual capacity to be petty increases with age, and that's probably one of my favorite things about these characters. So them finding new ways to piss off people who don't like them could just be made into its own series and I would sell my soul for it.

[writing-through-the-snow]

I would've done grimmel in httyd 3 a lot differently then what actually ended up happening.

For one, I wouldn't have given him his own movie, instead I would've put him in race to the edge.

I would've introduced him as an ally to viggo, being called on to help viggo with a particular problem he's been having. Then I would've had the gang keep being led into traps that they just can't understand why it's happening. Hiccup is completely lost and has no clue why he's suddenly on the backfoot with Viggo. And I wouldn't reveal grimmels backstory until a few episodes in. Instead I would've dropped hints. Like him saying how much he loves the hunt, how its so rare to find good prey these days, and have him wear nightfury scales.

Eventually grimmel and hiccup have a show off, probably with grimmel taking hiccup down and he and toothless have to rush around the island trying to hide when grimmel knows how to hunt nightfuries. Where he then reveals his backstory in a dramatic fashion. And then they take him down in someway.

Idk, I just think that would've been better then what they did in httyd 3, as a lead up to viggo. That way it would've made grimmel look smarter, and it meant there wouldn't have been a villian after drago.

[abowlofsourcream]

⏳💫Switch A Loop! ACT 5: A Prologue 💫⏳

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[untitled13609]

I hate that people are using this race to prove that max doesnt know how to race wheel to wheel. he DOES know how to do it, in fact he can do it incredibly cleanly if he WANTS to! its just that sometimes, racing cleanly is just not worth it!!! the guy was on pace with a fucking haas this race and his championship rival has arguably the 2nd fastest or fastest car. OF COURSE HES GONNA TRY TO RUIN HIS RACE 😭 why the hell would he spend time dilly dallying going wheel to wheel when it wouldn’t have made any difference anyways with the mclaren’s speed when he could just screw this guy up as much as possible ❓he’s been through 2021, he knows penalties dont matter much if the other guy is coming out of it worse for wear. this isnt some random ass “omg max lost his head” type of moment, this is WEAPONISED terrorism

[saatorus]

what is it with guys and being so boring omg... talking to a relatively attractive one rn i genuinely don't feel an ounce of attraction like would it kill u to talk about anything other than urself

[tama-ghosty]

personification of perfection

[clqiredunphy]

tara lewis is just such an effortlessly lovable character that i haven’t even known her for a two full seasons and she’s already in my top 5 characters in the show

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

the time of the warrior dragon rider has ended, let the non-combatants ride dragons instead

what's the point of waving a sword around when you're sitting on a giant fire breathing lizard that can fly? complement that dragon with your skills! where are the navigators, the weather forecasters, the humans who hold the dragon's in-flight snacks and drinks for them! where are the riders who's only job is to be an extra pair of eyes so no one gets the drop on the dragon from behind! riders holding magic stones or radios connected to other dragon and rider pairs, riders acting as co-pilots doing the communicating so the dragon can focus on flying/fighting!

"a person with a sharp stick is as cool as the dragon that carries them around" NO!!! where are the USEFUL dragon riders!!!!!

[vexcraft]

cub talking about the first ever image of a black hole "like he was explaining it to a 5 year old"

[verkomy]

I love it when I go to the balcony to pour some grain into the bird feeder and I see birbs on a nearby tree and I hear them chirping to each other like “human came! new food! new food! eating time!”