#anyway this cauldron: hell yeah

[hzdtrees]

Cauldron Theta, pt. 4

[thesmithseatmealive]

Are we still friends? | Azriel x reader | Angst with good ending fic |

Summary; Your friendship of 400 years is ruined by a single kiss. And Azriel definitely hates you now. But you can't help but still feel deeply in love with him..

A/n: YAlll this took a day to write bc I have really long nails and I was fighting to type. Hope you enjoy it! ASKS ARE OPEN.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: allusions to sex, cussing (my fav word is fuck, can you tell?), little bit of angst, blood, azriel beats someone up, think that's it!

Azriel wasn’t here anymore. You’ve never felt so lonely before. It was like a demon possesed him to hate you. Were you that bad of a kisser?

Cauldron..how could kissing your bestfriend go so wrong? It was just the heat of the moment. And he kissed back. But now? It was as if he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you. You’d put money down on the idea he despises you. Were your lips chapped? Did your breath smell? Were you so ugly- the fact he kissed you disgusts him now? All the questions and no answers. And you were no way in hell gonna approach and ask him. He’d probably sprint away anyways.

You sat in the library, watching the clock signal it was three am. Before that night, you would’ve been with Azriel by 3 am. So many late nights you spent by his side, watching the stars and talking your hearts out. Sometimes it would be silent. You growled in frustration. How could a fucking 400 year old friendship be ruined by one kiss? Were you guys still friends? A million thoughts raced in your mind as you sit in the library. The memory of that night replaying a thousand times over, and you couldn’t stop the tears that escaped your eyes.

You washed the blood off of your hands in the dingy old sink. Azriel showered next to you. The mission Rhys had sent you two on was successful, but Azriel had used a lot of magic, leaving him tired. You found this old inn in the spring court. With the mission here, Azriel couldn’t teleport you both until he recovered more and he refused to leave you alone, so the hotel it was. It was a one bed hotel but it was nothing that phased either of you. 400 years together and you both knew each other too well to be shy about sharing a bed or nakedness. Okay..maybe you were. It was hard to hide your deep love for him. But he would never love you like that. You had watched him chase and pine over multiple girls over the years and every single time it was never you. At this point you felt like an idiot. Why couldn’t you get over him? Why?

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice broke your train of thoughts. “Yeah.” You responded, turning off the old sink. He nodded, his eyes hard and distant. His hand reached out, clutching your cheek and rubbing off probably more blood. He knew you were too tired to take a full shower, so he grabbed a wash rag and wet it, wiping your face gently. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

“Cmon, let's get you in bed. I don't need you freezing to death this winter.” He whispered, throwing the rag on the ground and leading you into the bedroom where you stripped from your dirty clothes. You faced the bed where Azriel climbed in, his eyes hard and staring unashamed at your body. You blushed, feeling heat rise in your body. He had never looked at you like this before. He licked his lips. You climbed in the bed, trying to cover up and get rid of his burning stare. A scarred hand grabbed your hip dragging you onto his lap effortlessly.

“Az-”

“Sh.. don’t ever cover yourself up. You’re breathtaking, y/n” He rasped. His eyes looked at your body, admiring and hungry. Then they landed on your lips. You grasped his face, feeling like you were burning under his touch. You needed him. Shadows danced around both of you as you bent down, finally kissing the man you have desired for centuries. He rumbled, hand grabbing your neck and keeping you there as his tongue darted in your mouth. You both fought for dominance but he won as he flipped you over, pinning you and kissing you like a starved man. You hand tugged on his hair and he growled playfully, nipping your lip.

Quickly as it started, it ended. He jerked away, terrified. He practically flew off the bed, panting. You sat up, naked and cold now he wasn’t on you and touching you.

“Azriel?” You called, confused. Did you do something wrong? He went from looking like he was in love with you to being disgusted. You reached for him- confused and hurt.

“Don’t.” He snapped, backing away. He walked to the door, stopping after opening it. He gulped, “This- ..this can never happen.” He said, voice cracking before he disappeared, leaving you alone in the bed. Alone in the cold inn.

The next day after that he teleported you both home silently before teleporting away again. Tears fell again. How did it all go so wrong? He practically started it! This wasn’t fair.

Hours pass by as you sit in the library, before you eventually fall asleep. When you wake, you find yourself in your bed. You don’t remember walking back here, but Rhys probably found you. He was like a brother to you, always caring for you. Bed rotting feels like the best thing to do today. If you go out for breakfast Azriel will be there. No. Fuck it. You’re not gonna let some immature, dickwad control your life! You stand and hastily dress yourself, getting ready for the day before making your way to where breakfast is held. You walk in, head held high as you greet Cassian kindly. Rhys is here too.

“Good morning, y/n.” He purrs, smirking at you as if he knows you're up to something. Or maybe he is. Nobody knows with him. Azriel is standing munching on an apple but when he hears Rhys greet you, he turns and leaves. Whatever, fuck him and his nice ass! You huff and sit down, the room silent now as you aggressively fill your plate up.

“Uhmm….everything good in paradise?” Cassian teases, scooting away wearily when you clutch your fork like a weapon. ”Yes everything is fucking lovely.” You reply, shoveling strawberries in your mouth. Rhys laughs, unbothered. He claps your shoulder, hugging you. “Everyone is going to Rita’s tonight, come with us, let loose. You and Azriel need to get over this weird thing.” He says, and Cass nods furiously in agreement. You huff and nod. All you could think was fuck Azriel. Fuck him. Fuck him..? You growled at your own thoughts and shook your head. No. You’d find a new guy. You were done pining over an asshole who didn’t appreciate you.

A few hours later

The skirt you're wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination. But nothing was hanging out..so whatever.? It clung to your skin as you ordered another shot, your top leaving a hefty amount of cleavage out. As the bartender handed you another drink, you gulped it down, handing the glass back to him. It was crowded tonight. The booth was full with Rhys, Feyre, Cass, Nesta, and Mor dancing. Azriel was beside Elain. You ignored him and the whistles as you waltzed back to Mor, dancing close to her as the music pounded your skull. You both giggled when a faerie man and female approached. Mor danced with the female, getting close and you took the male. It'd been forever since you had danced with a guy like this. He grasped your hips, chuckling as you turned and grinded with him to the music.

This male was nice. Handsome, tall, well built. But it felt wrong. And your eyes went back to Azriel who's eyes were pinned on you, standing straight with his wings spread. He looked pissed. His scarred hands were shaking and his teeth were barred. Elain attempted to grab his arm and jerked away as she burned him. His eyes never leave yours. You turned, feeling the anger of him hurting you. He had no right to be upset. You stared into this stranger's eyes you were dancing on, and he bent down kissing you and you returned it. You fought the urge to recoil back in disgust because- because he wasn’t Azriel.

Before you could move, the guy went flying. Literally. Azriel stood panting in front of you before turning towards the guy he had just flung like a mosquito. He started towards him again, his hand grasping his dagger. You chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

“Azriel! What the ACTUAL fuck?!” You screamed. The whole club was watching. His eyes softened, looking hurt. “He k-kissed you” He stumbled over his words, looking like a kicked puppy. “Y-you didn’t like it. I could sense it. And his greasy hands were all over you!” He spat out. Wings spreading.

You growled taking a step forward. “You have no fucking right to try and control who kisses me and who doesn’t. You don’t get to ignore me for weeks on end and then only acknowledge me now!”

“You think I was ignoring you because I wanted to?! Fuck! I couldn’t even leave the damn house because all I wanted to do was grab you and never let you leave my arms. I've loved you for 400 years.” He choked out, getting closer. “But you deserve better then me. You deserve the whole world, not some bastard. And so I tried to distance myself. And goddammit I fucking couldn't. Since the day I’ve laid eyes on you I’ve laid awake at night thinking only of you. I can’t go a day without seeing you and not become bat-shit crazy. I need you. I need you y/n.” His voice cracked, and you felt tears in your eyes.

He gasped when you backhanded him so hard his vision went dark. Fuck he taught you to hit hard.

“You don’t get to choose what I deserve, Azriel. I deserve you.” You whispered before grabbing his face and pulling him into an earth shattering kiss. You couldn't distantly hear the crowd cheering as he wrapped himself around you, kissing you back. His wings created a perfect cocoon around you both as he pressed himself tight against you, his lips pressing intos yours roughly. He pulled back slightly. “I'm so sorry.” He whispered. You puffed. Before you could reply you fell into him in pain. Your heart is tugging roughly. Connecting to something. You heard him gasp as he held you tighter, a golden light emitting from both of you.

“My mate..I'm so sorry,” He cooed, eyes soft and scared. You looked up. Azriel was your mate. Yours.

“I suppose I’ll forgive you if you can make it up to me later.” You whispered suggestively, causing him to growl. His hands found your ass, smacking it. “Anything.” He promised. You found comfort in his arms and as you both flew back home, you knew you could forgive him eventually. But you’d never be friends again. No, you were mates now. And he was yours forever, as were you.

A/n: Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed. ASKS OPEN

[nemo-writes]

⋆˚࿔ ⋆˚࿔ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞 ; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆

↣ pack!tf141 x witch!reader

↣ chapter summary; a new face arrives in town, and everything begins to shift. something is terribly wrong strange, but no one is talking.

⚠️ warnings; none

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As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows of the apothecary, you buzzed around, busy with substituting half-way empty jars with new ones full of elixirs and various herbs. The heavy scent of sage hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of brewing potions bubbling in the cauldron nestled in the corner. With a flick of your wrist, you lit the candles scattered around the shop, their soft glow casting long but warm shadows around the shop. 

Your familiar Sybil, a snow white Borzoi, twitched from her spot under the counter, slightly raising her head in attention. Not a second later, the bell above the door chimed with your first client of the day. 

“Well, well, still up with the dawn, I see.” The deep, raspy voice was unmistakable.

Alex stepped into the apothecary with his usual long strides, his dark blonde hair a touch wilder than you remembered. 

“And you're still sneaking around at sunrise," you teased lightly. “Here for Farah’s order? I was just about to pour a fresh batch.”

“Yeah,” he replied, as he handed you his usual green thermos for the refill. “She’s been feeling… well, she’s hanging in there. Just a bit more tired lately.”

You hummed knowingly, tightening your apron and moving to get the order ready. 

“Have you heard?”

“About?” You replied absentmindedly, focused on getting the exact quantity of steaming liquid into the thermos. 

“The new girl that Laswell took in.” 

That made you pause and turn to look at him. 

Laswell was a witch like you, and a deeply influential one at that. That made her difficult to approach, but even harder to earn her trust. It had taken you a year of back and forth before she allowed you to set up shop in this part of the city. So to say that you were slightly intrigued was an understatement. 

“Who now?”

He snorted, stretching over the counter to wriggle his fingers down at Sybil, and who in response raised her large snot to meet them in greeting. 

“Apparently a few nights ago Ghost saved this rando girl from the Rose District―”

“What the hell was she doing in the Rose District?” 

“Well clearly she’s not from around here.” He retorted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which clearly wasn’t. Even people from out of town knew to stay away from that place, especially at night. She was either from another country altogether or really, really, dumb. 

“Anyways, he took her to Laswell and she offered her a job on the spot. She even let her settle in the loft above her bar and all.”

“Well, that’s….unexpected? But good for her I guess.”

“But wanna hear the best part?” Shrugging you rang him up, throwing in a few stray herbs in a satin pouch as an extra for his wife. 

“She’s magicless, and a total smokeshow.” He was clearly trying to get a rise out of you, and honestly, he was successful. Rolling your cleaning rag tightly, you snapped it against his hand. He yelped in surprise, cradling his hands with mock-indignation. 

“Anything else?” He shook his head and dropped the exact amount for the order into the ornate dish you kept beside the register. 

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, stashing the flash into his bag before pointing at the satin bag. “What’s this?” 

“They should help with Farah’s morning sickness. Just mix them in with her morning tea, a dash of honey will help with the bitterness.” 

He gave you a wide boyish grin. “You’re the best, you know that?”

Waving him off and as if telling him ‘oh I know’, you watched him leave with a spring to his step, clearly eager to go back to his wife. You waited for him to disappear from sight, before reaching for your phone in your apron’s pocket. 

9:15 am

you: hi

you: everything k? alex told me about the rose district

9:17

👻: 👍🏻

9:18

you: lmk if u need anything

you: btw your order’s ready, you can drop by anytime

you: sybil says hi 

(picture attached) 

You didn’t get a reply right away, which was strange, but not uncommon for the half-wraith. In the end, he always got back to you. Telling Sybil to stay put and care for the storefront, you moved to the back to organise the rest of the day���s orders. 

Once upon a time, Ghost’s go-to place had gone out of business (he had personally taken it down after discovering it was a front for a fairy trafficking ring), and as per Laswell’s recommendations, he had appeared one day to commission you with a list of potions and ingredients, each tailored to his pack’s specific needs. He gave you three days, and you had gone above and beyond to deliver. 

You knew you had succeeded in meeting their expectations after he came back the following month with a much bigger and more detailed list in hand. And it was through his monthly visit that you got to know the rest of the pack. 

Simon took care of pickups and never stayed long, but long enough to listen to you rant about lousy customers, all while answering to Sybil's demands for pets. 

You never got much done with Johnny around, but his charm definitely helped you with sales, especially with the older gnome ladies. The werewolf also played tug with your familiar when the shop became notably busy and you couldn’t take Sybil for her daily walkies. 

As the only son of a witch, Kyle liked to help you with just about everything. He especially enjoyed peering over your shoulder whenever you delved into one of your many experiments, smiling like a child whenever you asked for his opinion. 

You got to know John last, a human Hunter and their de facto leader. He never dropped by, but whenever you encountered him outside your shop, he never failed to greet you with a warm smile and ever warmer shoulder-squeeze. The older man also was a worrywart to his core, always asking about you and Sybil, as in have you had breakfast/lunch/dinner yet? Did you get your windows insulated for the winter? He can take care of it for you, and oh he got a good bargain on some chicken, let him share some of it with you. 

Slowly but surely, they each had wormed itself into your stiff-witchy heart. 

10:30

👻: can’t today

👻: sendin’ alejandro

The curt answer made you falter, a mix of disillusion and confusion settling heavily on the pit of your stomach. His lack of response to Sybil's picture was also worrying, that never happened. You struggled not to push him for an explanation. 

And so, you waited. 

Alejandro made his appearance a few hours later. Again, you left Sybil in charge while you greeted him and his partner, Rudy.

“Preciosa, it’s good to see you.” Alejandro enveloped you in a tight hug and kissed you on the cheek, Rudy following right after. 

You returned their greeting just as warmly, guiding them to the back and to the crates stacked neatly and ready for them to take. You watched them work, swaying a little from side to side, before finally mustering up the courage to ask them about Ghost’s unusual absence. 

“Is Ghost okay?”

Alejandro grunted as he loaded the crates into the trunk, hand falling over his hips before he turned to regard you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah he’s fine, por (why)?”

You shoved your hands deep into your apron’s pockets, a nervous habit. “He has never missed a pickup, and he’s not answering my texts.” 

“Oh, it’s probably that girl.” He acknowledged dismissively. As if sensing your dismay at Alejandro’s lacklustre response, Rudy chimed in. 

“Leah, the new girl working for Laswell.”

Making the most of his receptiveness, you prodded Rudy for more details. “Have you met her?”

He shook his head, tilting his chin towards his partner. “Nope, but Ale has.”

“Well she’s cute, in a mousy kind of way.” He supplied while scratching his chin, and something about his pensive gesture told you that he still hadn't exactly made up his mind about her. 

They were quick to leave however, busy with their own things, plus having to drop off the pack’s order. You watched them go, fingers twisting and turning 

Yes, hopefully this strange episode would pass.

. . .

Things did not pass, if anything, they only got worrisomely stranger. 

A few days later, you found yourself in the supermarket. It was just another part of your routine that you usually enjoyed.  You reached for a jar of honey, when you felt it—a shift in the air, a tingle at the back of your neck. Straightening, you allowed your gaze to wander, searching for the source.

And then you saw him.

He stood a few feet away, staring intently at a shelf of cereals. Your heart skipped a beat, not from surprise but from the pleasant flutter you always felt when you saw him. You  instinctively moved closer, a full smile already settled on your lips.

“Johnny, hi!” 

His head jerked up as if startled, eyes widening when they met yours. For a moment, he looked at you with a strange mix of confusion and surprise, as if he barely recognized you. 

“Och aye! Hello there! Whit ye daein' here?"

“Uh, I always shop here on Sundays?” But you know that, you’ve come with me more than once!

"Oh, dae ye no? Well, anyways!” Johnny’s brows furrowed, and he blinked rapidly, like someone waking from a deep sleep. His gaze flickered away from your face and back to the rows of cereal “Whit dae ye think Leah would fancy the most?"

That caught you off guard, so much so that you couldn't give him a rightout answer.

Suddenly, a second figure came from around the corner. It was Gaz. He walked up to the two of you, but something was off. 

“Mate, stop running off! We need to get back to—” Gaz blinked at you, as if seeing you for the first time. “Oh, hi?”

“Hi?” You parroted back with an incredulous guffaw. 

You just stood there, feeling an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation—like the ground beneath you had shifted and you were the only one who noticed. This wasn’t right. Your relationship had always been so easy, and filled with laughter. But now, it was like there was a barrier between you and them, unseen and unsettling.

“Is…everything okay?” You asked them, voice laced with a mix of worry and disbelief. 

Gaz looked at you again, but there was no warm recognition in his eyes. “We’re fine,” he said, though his voice was flat. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, Johnny following him like a shadow, a box of chocolate flavoured loops in hand.

He hated that kind, not even bending whenever Gaz tried to coax him into getting them as a treat. 

You watched them disappear down the aisle, dumfounded. The vibrant hum of the grocery store around you flickered slightly as your mind whirled. 

Taking a breath, you forced yourself to stay calm. You should head back to the apothecary and Sybil, maybe even check in with Laswell. 

She’d know what to do, right? She always did.

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[suugarbabe]

curls || mattheo riddle

summary: you couldn't help yourself, you just had to fix them. it's not like he seemed to mind your fingers in his hair anyway.

an: another yap fic courtesy of me and @musingsofahufflepuff ; you're welcome. had to include the pic because if you have brown curly hair i'm in love with you.

warnings: none; just fluffy goofiness.

Staring wasn’t usually an issue for you. Typically you could take your glances here and there and still focus on what you needed to do. But today, you just couldn’t turn away.

Mattheo wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't even really your friend...you didn't think at least. You weren't in his little group of pals. But he also didn't ignore you like he did most people.

People often thought it was strange how nice he was to you. Not that he ever really sought you out or anything, but if your paths crossed he would say hello to you, would smile at you even.

You knew he was attractive, and your friends were convinced that he thought you were too. Of course you brushed those off. However if he was your boyfriend your current irritation could be fixed without question.

Mattheo's hair looked flat as hell.

The top of his head looked like he'd been wearing an American baseball cap for about a week straight. His hair seemingly flat around his skull and his curls twisting at the ends.

It really was a shame. If he would just fluff his roots his entire hair would come back to life, you were sure of it. But you couldn't just jump the desk in front of you to get to him, rifle your own fingers through his scalp and revive his ringlets.

"Alright everyone! Partner up, partner up!" Slughorn waved his hands in the air, dismissing the class to form pairs for brewing Draught of the Living Death.

Immediately you rounded your table, lightly grabbing his elbow. Mattheo turned towards you at your touch, a grin forming on his lips. "Partners?" You asked, hoping your look didn't appear to pleading.

"Sure thing, babe," Mattheo responded without hesitation, pulling the stool next to him out for you before grabbing your books from your previous table.

Throughout the potion preparation you kept stealing glances at him. Er, well, his hair. You did need to brew the potion, but you'd be damned if you left this lesson without correcting his curls.

"Have I got something on my face?" Mattheo jested. You laughed lightly, shaking your head before picking up the last of the ingredients to toss them in the cauldron.

Mattheo began to sir, the color of the potion changing correctly with what you both were doing. And you were staring again. You knew it. You knew he could feel it because he was grinning once more.

"Can I just.." you pointed somewhat shyly at his head. Mattheo cocked his head slightly, giving a small nod.

You let out a sigh of relief, lifting your hands and quickly threading your fingers between curls and to his scalp. As you fluff his hair, nails scratching at his scalp slightly, Mattheo's eyes almost involuntarily roll.

"Merlin's fucking beard, that feels good," Mattheo praises as you finally take your hands away from his head. He shakes his head back and forth, his curls flopping this way and that before standing still again, giving you a big smile, "Better?"

"Godric, yes," you breathe, "I'm sorry, Matty. The flatness was killing me." Mattheo bit his lip to stifle a laugh, "Oh yeah? Tell me how you really feel, babe."

You gave a playful shove to his shoulder, "You really should pay attention to your hair more. It's one of your best features. But Enzo did just get that new haircut and might I say..." you gave an exaggerated sigh and fanned your face with your hand.

"You saying Enzo's hair looks better than mine?" Mattheo laid a hand on his chest, mocking offense. You shrugged, grin continuously growing.

Mattheo gasped at your lack of response, squeezing your side playfully. You giggled, pushing his hands away, "Okay, okay. I'm just saying you need to take care of those curls or one hot guy haircut is gonna make you fall down the ranks."

Mattheo shook his head, his now lively curls bouncing as he did. "Listen, if you ever. And I mean ever see my curls dead again, I don't care what I'm doing, you stop me and fix them. Preferably with the head scratches like you just did."

There was no thought needed, no extra considerations, before your immediate response, "Deal."

[my-acotar-thoughts]

So I’ve been thinking…

Listening to ACOMAF and are we positive Rhys isn’t brainwashing Feyre? She’s too… okay with him. Especially the scene where she’s learning to read and write and how it’s sentences about how great he is felt like brainwashing. I know some people look at it and see him being quirky but it gave me the ick. Especially with her just taking everything he says as fact. For someone who didn’t trust Tamlin and Lucien being genuinely nice in the first book, she seems less skeptical of Rhysand than she should.

I remember reading a theory that when Rhys and Feyre made their bargain, the wording felt off. Wording was suppose to be extremely important and he starts off saying in the bargain that he wants her specifically. So basically the idea was maybe, just maybe, their bond is created because of the bargain and that’s why it snapped into place after Amarantha died and they were freed. He wanted her once the hell was over and that’s when it snapped. Then again, I also want to believe the theory that Nesta’s bond to Cassian and Elian’s bond to Lucien are also created by the Cauldron or something. Though that’s partially cause I’m anti-mating bond and just want everyone to be happy by choice and free will, not ancient magic.

Anyway… yeah… random thoughts

[potatowithahat]

A New Friend

A Cringefail Farmer story

For @clarisinne !!! I hope it's ok!

I saw everyone drawing Cf and their Stardew Oc's and I can't draw all too well so here it is in fic form instead.

“Listen girl, I can't just explain it” her sister calls from the kitchen. “All I know is the wizard  gave me that forest drug and i help out the little guys now”

“That’s actually mental, you realize that?” Clarice calls as she looks out the window at the greenhouse that was built supposedly overnight

“Just… Ugh. Just go to the wizard guy. I don't know how else to explain it. That wizard guy can tell you” Mars shakes her head. “Now me and Haley still have a date so…” she gently shoves Clarice towards the door.

“Year yeah” Clarice mumbles something about lesbians to herself and walks off towards the path “Harveys not off tell three… Might as well go see this wizard dude anyway.”

She lets out a long sigh as she drags herself further down the road.

“Where you goin?” Shane calls, standing against the fence in front of marines house as she passes

“Better question is why you're outside at eight and not sleeping in on your day off?” she smiles as she approaches him.

“Marnie promised pepper poppers if i helped her with the cows” her friend wipes at the sweat on his brow with the sleeve of his jacket

“You wouldn’t be so hot if you weren't wearing that thing, you know” Clarice comments as she flicks at his sleeve

“Shut up” Shane grumbles as he looks back over at the cows “The hell are you going anyway? Out to cindersap?”

“Yeah” Clarice nods “Out to see The Wizard. Got some magic soup or something” she nods and walks on “If i’m not back in an hour call my sister and tell her i want harvey to give the eulogy at my funeral”

“Pff” Shane chuckles “Sure crazy lady” he turns back to the cows and hops the fence to continue his work

“This is it then” Clarice looks up at the tall, imposing structure in front of her.

The wizards tower was probably three floors high from the looks of it, the tall gray structure looming ominously above cindersap like a dark obelisk. The area around it was abuzz with power, and multiple larger than normal plants grew in a small garden beside it, seemingly untouched by any wildlife.

“Well this isn't imposing at all” she mutters to herself, sheepishly making her way up to the door to knock

“One second!” a voice calls out, sounding much more… effeminate than she was expecting

After a minute or two of waiting the door swings open and a boy no older then two with reddish purple hair bursts out of the tower and right into her legs 

“Oof” Clarice stumbles backwards at the impact 

“HI!” the boy calls up excitedly, “Do you want to be my friend?”

“Atticus you can't just” A tired looking man with curly red hair tied up in a top bun scoops the boy up and sighs “I'm so sorry Miss…”

“Ahh” Clarice startles a bit “Sorry. Just Clariece is fine” 

“yeah , i'm so sorry..” he looks up and startles a bit “My god” he reaches out for her braid

“Uhhh” She steps back nervously and looks down at her hair “Is something wrong with my hair…?”

“Oh, No. no, no no no no. sorry. You're just. well “ he bites his tongue “it's like looking at myself pre transition” The man shakes his head “Sorry, sorry. I’m”

“Rasmodius, right?” Clarice asks hopefully, wanting to get out of this situation as quickly as possible

“Yes. but probably not the one you’re looking for” The man gestures her inside “You here t osee the wizard?” 

Clarice nods nervously as she steps inside the house, her breath being taken away as she looks around the space.

The walls are covered  with arcane symbols and glowing glyphs, the seemingly only light source in the room, despite it being deceptively bright. The walls are lined with books, all well worn and old, though there doesn't seem to be a speck of dust anywhere. There's a large desk off to one side, a glowing green cauldron in front of it, some sort of spellbook sitting on the ground near it.

To the left there's what seems to be a small living room with a child's play area, with pop up books and all sorts of little wooden toys. A baby, no older than maybe six months sits by the couch chewing on a block

“Papa! Aaa!” The baby giggles and reaches for the man

“Go play with your sister” the man whispers to Atticus, setting him down and gently nudging him towards the toys

“Sorry about the mess” the man chuckles and kicks a toy firetruck out of the walkway” Kids, you know”

He rubs his neck

“OH!” I never said my name. Sorry, i’m Rory” He smiles and holds his hand out for her “Im Magnus’ husband”

 Clarice lets out a sigh “Oh! Oh, ok. I get it, yeah” She nods “I didn’t know he was married”

Rory nods “Right, yeah. Most people don’t. We tend to keep to ourselves up here” he claps “Well my Husbands gone for a week at some magic conference of some or another” he rolls his hand ‘But if there's anything I could help you with”

Clarice shifts her weight “not really. I'm not entirely sure why I'm here in the first place. My sister just told me to come”

Rory shrugs “Yeah. not really a lot i can do if i don't know why you're here” he looks around for a second “Tell you what, i have a kettle on. How about we sit and have a chat so that your visit isn't a total waste of time?”

Clarice looks at her watch. She still had a good few hours until Harvey was off “Sure” she nods

“Great” Rory claps and heads towards the kitchen “I never get anyone to talk to up here”

“Im sure” Clarice nods and Follows him into the small kitchen “I just.. Would it be rude to ask a question?”

“No, no not at all!” Rory smiles as he pours two cups of tea “Earl gray or chamomile?”

“Oh, Chamomile please” she nods and sits down at the small island “You and the W… Magnus. How did that happen?”

Rory pulls out two tea packets and plops them in the mugs “Oh, well I was a farmer too. Had a small place a little farther away from here. I took a walk down here one day, saw him tending his garden and went up to tell him he was pulling his carrots wrong” He chuckles “We hit it off from there”

“Ahh.”  Clarice nods, thinking for a second “How'd you know I'm a farmer?”

Rory gets a sheepish look “Oh. sorry. I uh… I can read people. You aren’t married t oa wizard for for years without picking up a few tricks” he carefully hands her her mug

“Oh. thats cool i guess’ Clarice blushes and takes a sip of her drink

Rory just stares at her for a good few minutes

“You’ve got someone on your mind, don't you?” he asks as he tilts his head to the side

Her blush deepens

“Oh you do!” Rory claps happily “Who is it? Don't tell me.. .Shane? Sebastian? Oh… or maybe a girl… Abigail?”

“Harvey” Clarice mumbles as she takes a long sip from the tea, trying to hide her blush

“Pickle man?” Rory smiles “He seems to be a bit bland you know, but he can hold up a conversation! And those hands! God those hands.” He leans forward on his hand

“Exactly!” Clarice says, covering her mouth to try and stop it from slipping out 

Rory smirks “I've got the feeling you and I are gonna be good friends”

Thats all for now folks!

I had a lot of fun with this! It was actually super refreshing to sit down and write for once.

As always my requests are always open so if you have any fic ideas just slide one over!!!

I hope you enjoyed!!!

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[acotarfrustrations]

An ongoing list of ACOWAR grievances I'm keeping track of while I read (because there's too many to make a post about all of them) pt. 2

I'm on chapter 15 now and feeling the urge to complain again so here we go

1) the writing is way too overdramaticized. Like every other paragraph is some remixed version of feyre going "I wondered whether it would be eggs or bacon for breakfast. But when I looked at Rhys I realized that he was giving me my own choice. My mate, my high lord. In our home. With our family. Every thing was always my choice" and its CONSTANT, LIKE OH MY GOD GIRL SHUT UP

2) every thing about Lucien's plotlineand the elain mating thing. I HATE this subplot with a PASSION

3) feyre immediately fucking rhys when she got back instead of going to see her sisters

4) feyre and rhysand acting like they've ben separated for forty centuries instead of a month

5) the contradictions about how the high lord thing works. Like it was established that its a government position given to you through basically fate and being chosen by the cauldron or whatever which is why siblings kill each other for a chance for the throne and yet they just went to a priestess and swore feyre in as high lady?? It makes her title not feel real like it's purely ceremonial. It doesn't even make sense that she would be able to be HL of the night court as she has no more ties to that court than she does any other court. Is it because she's mated to Rhys? I don't understand the HL lord at all, it just keeps changing

6) the fact that Feyre, Rhys, and Cassian tell Lucien about their tragic backstories and everything that's happened to feyre at the NC and he just immediately does a Feyre™️. Like he's suddenly "Oh yeah you had a horrible childhood and took feyre into your found family without letting her explore relationships outside of the IC, that totally makes up for all the evil shit THAT IVE SEEN YOU DO WITH MY OWN 2 EYES. wow i cant believe youre not evil even though you killed 50 winter court children and sexually assaulted your mate and mind raped her constantly to get her to like you"

7) the way they're treating Nesta. It has been a MONTH since she was stolen from her home, brought amongst a race that she is terrified of and THAT ENSLAVED HER PEOPLE, and was forcefully turned into ONE OF THEM and the IC is acting like she's being unreasonable for not wanting to talk to them or to mate with Cassian. WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE EVEN BE THINKING ABOUT CASSIAN RIGHT NOW?? WHY THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL BAD FOR HIM? Instead of him worrying about how his mate is doing regardless of his own comfort he's like WOE IS ME, SHE DOESNT WANT TO FUCK ME?????? GET OVER IT ASSHOLE?? WHY IS FEYRE EVEN LETTING CASSIAN COME NEAR HER AND ANTAGONIZE HER?? DOESNT SHE LOVE TO FLAUNT HER HL STATUS AROUND?? THIS IS THE TIME TO USE IT, PROTECT YOUR GODDAMN SISTER FROM HIM? ITS SO OBVIOUS THAT SHE DOESNT GIVE NEARLY AS MUCH OF A SHIT ABOUT NESTA AS SHE DOES ELAIN!!

8) the fact that sjm didn't keep cassian's wings shredded. Him learning to live with that would have been a badass character development but now sjm doesn't want me to have good things

9) the mating bond in general. I think it could be a potentially good plot device but no one ever employs it well and sjm is definitely the most egregious with it

10) the fact that the ic never gave consequences for their fucking actions. Feyre dies in acotar? Turn her into a fey and give her ALL of their powers. Stealing a precious artifact that they didn't even end up needing and getting a bounty on their head in the summer court and then getting that court invaded? That's fine because feyre is SOOO brave and says things that are common fucking sense which makes her SOOOO smart so we obviously need her as an ally so we'll just rescind the blood rubies. Getting the spring court sacked? That's fine we didn't like them anyway. Rhys and feyre's bond gets snapped? Well they didn't know about our super secret mating bond that is actually the only thing that gives our characters chemistry so we still like each other. Rhys causes irreparable damage to every court for 50 years and kills 50 kids? Well that's fine he was being held hostage and hey! We don't know he actually killed those kids 😡 Feyre, a 20 year old girl who's been fae for like 6 months and training for even less goes up against thousands of years old beings? She beats them effortlesslessly! Rhys gets sexually assaulted for 50 years! Well he planned all of it so it has no negative consequences on him. Cassian gets his wings shredded? Well he worked really hard and they're fixed now 🥰. Rhys FUCKING DIES?? Well that's no problem, tamlin can just resurrect him, nvm the fact that there's no reason why he WOULD. like no harrowing situation is ever interesting cause we all know sjm isn't actually going to do anything to the ic

11) "my mate" STOP SAYING IT PLS IM BEGGING

12) "males and females" STOP SAYING IT PLS IM BEGGING pt. 2

[ruggiethethuggie]

R U G T O B E R

wc: 781 a/n: i'm telling you now, I may fall short on this but we will do our best lmao and idk what happened to my cute banner. forgive me.

“♪♪ Spooky Scary Skeletons, Send shivers down your spine~”

You had been cleaning around the Ramshackle dorm all day because to be honest, it just needed more TLC than what you had been able to give it lately. It was the last day of September, but this was just the beginning of your real spooky season.

Every year you’d do a deep clean and then decorate your home in festive decorations. Bright green and purple witches’ hats and cauldrons, a bucket on every table with Halloween candies, and your favorite ghosts and pumpkins placed in just the right spots.

Decorating Ramshackle felt different than when you’d do your house back home, but you were trying to make the best of it since this was your favorite holiday. So you woke up this morning and immediately got to work and turned on your spooky music playlist after breakfast.

DING DONG !

You stopped in your tracks, trying to figure out why on earth someone would be here this early- and on the weekend nonetheless. You tossed your cleaning rag onto the couch and opened the front door. 

“Hi, I have some pumpkin spice drinks for-,” they acted like they were reading a nonexistent label on the two drinks in their hands. “For a Y/N? Do you know them? They’re still supposed to tip me for these~”

The hyena beastman standing in your doorway gave a fangy grin as he handed you one of the drinks. “Rug, what are you doing here? Do you realize how early it is?” You stepped aside so he could come inside the dorm.

“Mmph,” he said with a nod as he drank his drink and plopped down on the couch, scooting the dirty cleaning rag away from him with his hand. He placed his drink on the coffee table, making sure he was using the coasters sitting out.

“I mean, yeah, I know what time it is. It’s spooky time.” You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled. “Okay, sure, but why not come over later? It’s like the crack ass of dawn right now,” you said as you leaned over the back of the couch next to him. “What? You don’t want my help? Aren’t you putting up your decorations today? Sure looks like you could use me. Y’know I used to work for a Spirit Halloween one time. It was a seasonal gig, but this guy was the one in charge of putting up all the displays.” 

He looked so proud of himself as he spoke; he was so happy to share his Halloween decoration accomplishments with you. “Oh, wow~” you said sarcastically. “You mean I’m here with a world renowned Halloween decorating connoisseur? And to think I go to the same school as them! Amazing…”

“Alright, butthead. I guess I’ll just leave then.” He got up from the couch and grabbed his drink. “Ahhh, guess all those… fun… fall ideas I had can go down the drain…,” he said in a sulking tone as he took a few steps towards the door before turning back to look at you.

“Don’t give me those eyes, you heathen.” You playfully glared at him, racking your brain to figure out his silly little schemes. “What kind of ‘fun fall ideas’ are you talking about?”

“Oh… it’s nothing. Nothing you wanna go do with me anyways. Guess I’ll have to find another to enjoy this Rugtober with.” He had his hand on the doorknob and a wide grin on his face as he looked at you. He knew what he was doing.

“Rugtober? What the hell is that?” you chuckled as you put your drink down and grabbed your cleaning rag once again.

“Uhh?! Only the best time of the year- and if you wanna join, you have to get a ticket from yours truly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him again and crossed your arms over your chest. “What’s the ticket gonna cost me?”

Ruggie opened the door and took another big sip of his drink. “Where’s the fun in me telling you? I’ll see you tomorrow, at the crack ass of dawn again, shyeheehee~”

“HEY?!” you shouted to him, his head popping back in before the door shut completely. “You’re just gonna leave? I thought you came to help decorate?!”

Ruggie looked around and snickered. “You look like you got it taken care of, Y/N. Seee youuu tomorrroowwwww~,” he sang as the door shut. You stood there and wondered what plans this “Rugtober” season would bring to you. At least this stupid pumpkin drink he brought you was going to fuel you through your cleaning, but you couldn’t help but wonder what he was scheming.

© Pumpkin Divider | please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

[holdmytesseract]

* pops out of the void *

Maddie dearie ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I was delighted with your asks being opened to ask about our beloved guys. I have no idea what I'm saying from this point on, maybe a rant, maybe an idea of sorts, idk. Feel free to delete this unhinged thought if you want. >\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\<

But listen to this, I was looking up my playlists, and I adore classic rock etc. Every God forsaken time "Whole Lotta Love" plays, Daryl Dixon shows up in my mind's eye and oh Lord. I find that song quite thrilling for a "save the steel horse bike and ride the cowboy" ;3

Just bare with this, imagine Daryl catching you dancing to that song while giving the bike a good clean up. Something like Britney Spears did to "I Love Rock n Roll" mixed in the cauldron.

Would you smash or pass the idea ?

Anyway don't mind me... I'll see myself out after this...

* runs back into the void *

Hiiii, friiiiend! *hugs* ❤️

I would never delete an unhinged thought, 'cause I LOVE unhinged thoughts! 😍

Classic rock you say? Hell yeah, I'm on! HOLD ON A MINUTE- 😳 'Whole Lotta Love' and Daryl? YES. JUST YES. And the vibes of the idea with the bike, I-

Friend... Are we thinking the same thing? *glances at the Biker!Daryl story.* 👀 I'd ABSOLUTELY smash that idea - and I will! 👀 MY MIND IS WORKING OVERDRIVE, AHHH!

Imagine this...

Daryl: Did ya swap yer horse now with my bike, darlin'?

Y/N: Nope. I'm saving the horse and steel horse and ride the cowboy.

Daryl: 😳😏

Friiiiiiend, this is brilliant, thank you! 😍

[intertexts]

OK. OK OK OK. HI. IM AT WORK NOW SO THIS IS GONNA BE DISJOINTED AND NOT MAKE A WHOLE LOT OF SENSE BUT IM COOKING SO THIS REQUIRES AN ASK AND NOT A REPLY BC THOSE HAVE CHARACTER LIMITS (cooking both metaphorically and literally because it's 95 degrees outside at 9am and it is so so so so fucking humid) oh god get me out of the kitchen before i start burning things!!!

this could be Nothing. bc again I desperately need 2 learn more about cauldron and their motivations and such. BUT. going back to the tide/leviathan comparisons because they're making me kind of insane and i want to give him a Complex about it. because if we're not going to lobotomize him I need 2 hurt him in other ways (sorry dad)

so. this doesn't EXACTLY work 1:1 because there are only 3 endbringers and only 2 of them seem to be element-focused as far as i know. but if we have tide as a comparison to leviathan, we also have MAGMA who could be a comparison to behemoth if my thoughts are correct and behemoth is . big fire guy (he sleeps in a volcano so. I'm assuming.) . granted we also have like. whirlwind and shockwave and seismic who are the other elementals and they don't actually have an endbringer counterpart BUT IM !!!! going a little crazy thinking about like. if tide + his siblings are artificial capes, what if they (or at least he and magma because I'm kind of thinking abt them as the older ones. havent listened to the oneshot in a while so this may not be accurate) were given their powers SPECIFICALLY to be counters to the endbringers. or at least in an attempt to make a cape equivalent of the endbringers to better like... study their powerset or something. (I keep saying cauldron studies things bc I said that with david too and this really just comes from my inherent need for a big evil science team. in worm it seems like they're more capitalism focused but let a guy dream here)

this also brings up an interesting point with Elle who i know u don't know yet but she could be an interesting counterpoint to simurgh? Who as far as I know now isn't necessarily elemental but . neither is Elle really!! and that creates the big disaster in the oneshot bc she can't control her powers and goes kind of nuts about it.

anyway anyway anyway. tldr; tide and magma were specifically created as parallels to leviathan and behemoth, this wouldn't really be common knowledge to the rest of the capes bc of cauldrons secrecy BUT i think ppl would definitely notice the similarities in their powersets and that makes a subconscious fear response in people who have seen an endbringer attack firsthand (I believe in scary intimidating tide supremacy but then you talk to him and he's the sweetest human being in the whole world) . tide and magma both know this and have complicated emotions about it. I think tide has a very bad reaction to the leviathan attack if we are keeping that as an event that happens.

OR IT COULD ALL BE COINCIDENCE AND THIS IS NOTHING. but until i learn more about cauldron I am choosing to view them as my favorite trope of big evil science corporation <3333

OHH U R FUCKING COOKING DUDE YEAH <333

it is. so hard whenever u r talking about cauldron.... mallard conway ass levels of "oh okay i literally Cannot talk about this or else im accidentally gonna say spoilers." but. i DO think this goes so hard & conceivably makes sense for cauldron to do...... man one day in the far future we're gonna have to sit down and talk about if cauldron even would exist in this au. but. for now. hehehe :33 & i will say!!! i will say!!! research is. involved, in what they do. you are not off the mark.

ANYWAY. love this for him so much..... the way he moves and acts in a fight echoes leviathan.... does he have that water afterimage too??? when he's fighting?? because that shits cool as hell he should have it. i'm always just really ill over someone made to be a weapon who never wanted to be one.... tide you have to be at the leviathan fight but you shouldn't be :(((

i gotta listen to the elementals oneshot i have it downloaded rn.. i wanna know elle's deal because you have just said something unwittingly extremely funny & i need to know What happens to her before i comment on it!!!! anyway!!!! thinking abt tide lambert forever & always...

[tobiasdrake]

One last task to take care of before we infiltrate Fort Fleshy.

I was twiddling them earlier when I was flying around the map just to see what I could find. This place is definitely an intricate combination lock.

Could be the key to releasing Duke Aventry. Might just be Roro's porn stash. Either way, we won't know until we've cracked it. Personally, I think we should forego the lock and just bring Yolande in to blow this support column to hell.

Sure, we can also do that. Yoyo knows everything and is loyal to no one, so there's no reason she wouldn't assist us but no guarantee that she would either. Worth a shot.

Your swamp is a maze and I hate it. Give me useful information or I'll make your other eye look like the one I'm wearing on this necklace.

...

I mean. Good afternoon, Yoyo. What a pleasant day we're having. Could you possibly help me break into your sister's porn stash?

Yep. Got it. Just like the Watchmaker. Not motivated enough to directly assist us but also not motivated enough to put up with the violence that's going to ensue if you don't. One whole "Not My Fucking Problem", served and delivered.

I've seen these runes before. I remember wondering what they were about. But the Roro Heist was so long ago, I'd forgotten.

Thanks, Yoyo. This was a fairly neutral level of non-assistance. Your cauldron didn't even tell me anything new; Just reminded me of answers I've already witnessed.

Here we go. The most closely-held secrets of the embodiment of evil incarnate....

...are a backdoor into this vault we've already been in. Okay but why tho.

What is even the point of this? The combination to the lock is written on the wall, and if you take that combination to an island off the coast and enter it into a secret crypt, it will open a passage to bring you right back here but now the treasure's unlocked.

This is the most roundabout key I've ever seen. Only a truly despicable mind would come up with something so needlesly convo-

...

Oh.

That's what the convoluted circuit loop lock is guarding? Roro makes this whole trip every single time she wants to write a new entry?

Well. We did not find her porn stash. Instead, we found her daily workout regimen. An awkward way to get your steps in but credit where it's due, it means she can't skip out on the routine.

Hold up, she repurposed your journal into her own? That is a whole new layer of domineering.

You need to get out of this relationship, my dude. Like. I think it's pretty clear at this point that she does not respect your personal space at all.

There is a vacancy. We butchered the creature that was occupying it, so if you want to go back, you can.

Oh cool, new Ferry ticket.

Honestly, not 100% sure why Aventry wanted us to come here. Unless this is the place he has fond memories of or something.

I dunno. We'll smash and grab first, then sift through the loot and figure out what we're supposed to do with it later.

Oh shit, it's Roro's private residence. That's what he gave us. I guess that other place was just her work office.

...do you think she'll be happy to see us? I guess there's really only one way to find out. *clears throat* HEY BESTIE--

How have you been? Raised any cool horrors lately? I saw your sister the other day, she seemed to be doing... adequately.

Anyway, we gotta talk about your boy. You're keeping the leash wound a little too tight and--

Okay, but was it really your journal? He had it first. How does that saying go? Two wrongs balance each other out and make everything ultimately fine.

But also that's lame and I prefer it when things are unbalanced in my favor, so now I need to rob you even more.

You heard her, team. We're looking for a locket. Fan out and--

Oh, yeah. We're old pals. It's just too bad she keeps her place in such a miserable state. Look at this place. Bones and flesh just lying strewn about.

I'd offer to help clean up but honestly, that sounds like too much work. Zale, you're pretty good with clutter, why don't you sweep the place.

There we go. Nice and spotless.

Ah, this brings back memories. There's something nostalgic about it. You never really forget your first armed robbery.

Pleasure doing business with you.

You know, we have to stop meeting like this. You going about your day. Me, beating the shit out of you and taking your things. It's getting stale. Why don't we do lunch sometime or something, just for a change of pace?

I think we hurt her feelings. Do... do you want to talk about it?

Uh, Roro says you're fired, by the way. Can't say I've ever been given a gift-with-purchase for a robbery before but she handed me the pink slip right along with the locket.

Yeah, I thought it was weird too.

Better luck in the next life, man. Hope the person waiting for you will treat you better.

[steelthroat]

I will never be able to relate to any of the "animated movies that traumatized you as a child" tales like...

These are all movies I watched between 4 and 10 years old:

Lion king? Didn't shed a tear

Coralie? Fucking loved it

The bad guy from Roger rabbit? Dude I saw that movie thousands of times and I LOVED that bastard!

The pink elephant scene from Dumbo? Oh I've always been too mesmerized by anything that is animated to feel any sense of grotesque.

A bridge to therabithia? Sad but I was delusional and I thought Leslie was actually alive so I didn't suffer THAT much ( I cheated it isn't animated)

Taron and the black cauldron? That movie is such a masterpiece, I loved the villain so much, he was a SKELETON. WHO. WANTED. TO. MAKE. AN. ARMY. OF. UNDEAD. HOW COOL IS THAT!??!?!‽

The Russian animated movie of the Ice queen? I think I fell in love that day don't talk to me.

DUE TO BADLY LIMITED INTERNET ACCESS I EVEN WATCHED THE 1954 ANIMAL FARM ANIMATED MOVIE. YES THE ONE FINANCED FROM THE FUCKING C.I.A. AND I DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH

Zarafa was my Roman empire

the story of a seagull and the cat who taught her to fly didn't make me sad, it made me hopeful

The last unicorn made me want to fight God (I was bad at reading the room and understanding messages or match the emotional tone of most stuff I watched. Still am)

The painting(le Tableau in French) made me decide I wanted to be an artist. GOD PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT THAT MOVIE MORE IT'S FUCKING AWESOME.

Kirikou and the sorceress had such a positive impact on my still developing brain. I love that movie such a normal amount... (lying. I am NOT normal about that movie)

Watership down? Not even a twitch. I was fascinated

The suicide shop was grotesque alright... but again it didn't make me sad, made me reflect and I was fascinated by the main characters

The Triplets of Belleville: had a weird style and I didn't understand shit because I found it in French and I didn't speak French when I was 7 with unlimited internet access.

Plague dogs. I didn't understand a single word of English, in my mind the dogs made it to wherever they needed to go idc. (Now that I have watched it with an adult eye, it's rather depressing, but I'm choosing to be delusional, and so I'll keep the same opinion kid-me had. The dogs made it don't talk to me)

HOWEVER.

However... there was a movie that kind of- unsettled me. You may have gathered form the movies I named above that they are- unusual, and some of them should not be watched by a 4/10 years old kid.

BUT... I have always loved animated movies and from the moment I learned how to type on a keyboard I spent several afternoons opening youtube and looking for "complete animated movie free" optionally I also added "italian" but I didn't care to understand, animated images were enough to sate me.

So that faithful day when I was 8 or 9 and I pressed "search" and I saw a cat in the thumbnail and the title of that movie was "Felidae"... I thought I was in for a normal time okay????

BUT NO

I didn't understand ANYTHING. That movie was in Deutsch and I DID NOT SPEAK THAT LANGUAGE LOL. I STILL DON'T.

There were cats killing each others, there ewas a COUPLING. BETWEEN. CATS. In one of those scenes. ONE OF THE FRAMES WAS A DECAPITATED CAT WHOM FROM SOME CONTEXT I GATHERED WAS KILLED BECAUSE "SHE KNEW TOO MUCH"

And the death of the villain WAS BRUTAL. DUDE IT WAS PERPLEXING TO SAY THE LEAST.

Now- rewatching it out of curiosity in English and I k ow what the hell it was about, some things weirded me our more than they did when I was 8. That movie is... something???? Like yeah it's weird, it's violent, it has a cat sex scene in it. I don't even know what to say other than: "shit I guess....????"

Anyways I am so glad it didn't fuck me up big time lol. I mean I get why I didn't have many friends growing up because... YEAH? How many people were THAT level of obsessed with animated movies?????

[acaplaya-musings]

Classical Chaos - thoughts and commentary

Okay, so as I said in the post before the Premiere debut, this list of thoughts is made after watching the early access release video on Patreon (except for this beginning bit, which I'm typing up beforehand). There's a chance that the public release might have a couple of edits, maybe some additions or alterations, and so if so, I might mention those in a reblog, but basically I couldn't pass up the opportunity to actually have a post scheduled and ready to go quickly after the Premiere (instead of multiple hours later, due to y'know, timezones and stuff).

So yeah, I watched In The Hall Of The Mountain King for the first time like 8ish hours ago (though by the time you're reading this, I've seen it a few more times, plus a few reaction videos and my Voiceplay Visuals post of course), and now I'm as prepared as I can be to watch this! Oh and here's the thing: because I'm watching from an early access release, I don't yet have all the credits info for it, though I'm guessing a lot of it is same as ITHOTMK? So like Layne having done the arrangement, Nick Underwood and Renette Feren having done the makeup/prosthetics, that sort of thing. Hell, I don't even know the proper title! The "working title" for it on Patreon right now is "Classical Hell" (amazing). One of the tags on the post is "Bach", but I don't actually know what the specific piece will be, and to be fair, even if I recognise it, there's a very slim chance that I'd even recognise it at all anyway (ADDITION FROM FUTURE ME: yes, the public video description has a list of the classical pieces used, but the Patreon early access video has no such thing, so this arrangement really was a complete surprise for me).

But enough beating around the bush, time to watch this so I can list my thoughts! (Put below the cut because I've rambled enough already)

Okay, starting off with Grundel!Eli looking at a spellbook? (Yeah they're playing creatures named "Grundels" apparently) I gotta say I am very much HERE for the Sorcerer!Eli validation

I was planning on just putting all my thoughts here after finishing the video, but brain went "nope, type them as you go so you don't forget!"

Hang on have their character designs changed a teeny bit? Grundel!Layne's horns are green now, not orange? (Also Geoff looks more blue but idk I could be wrong)

(Maybe I'll find out when I watch the BTS - maybe they didn't still have all the right costume bits and had to find new stuff, idk)

Wait is this a classical music medley? It's honestly gonna be so funny if I was technically half-right in my prediction 😂

Holy goddamn Rachel looks amazing. Giving me Elvira vibes ngl

Okay yeah Cesar's face definitely looks more "normal" here compared to Mountain King, big ears and red face paint notwithstanding (actually it might at least partially be because he's currently beardless)

First of all, even with the ridiculous getup, Geoff's subharmonics are absolutely chefs kiss. Second of all, the sudden unexpected switch from Geoff with the spellbook to Layne with the spellbook, and accompanying tone shift is totally reminding me of the Little Mermaid Medley, which is double funny because Geoff was blue in that one too! 😆

Also omg I just realised Layne is "singing" the Blue Danube, which is hilarious because well, see the above point

(And it totally is a medley! Layne! How the hell did you come up with this? (and I'm counting this as a half win in predictions btw))

Oh and btw I gotta give a shoutout to the fire in the video that operates in the same way the cauldron did in Mountain King - it glows in the colour of whoever is taking lead (so like blue for Geoff, orange for Layne, etc)

WILHELM SCREAM! YES! It always makes me so happy when I hear it included somewhere, it's always hilarious

(Also I'm only halfway into this video my god)

Ooh Fur Elise! Also was that Toccata and Fugue or something like that way at the start? (Geoff used both in his Monster Mash cover)

Omg Cesar pulling an Ursula and stealing the others' voices I CAN'T 🤣

VoicePlay how dare you make me love this video so much! 😅😂

Aaaaaaa Thus Spake Zarathustra! (I was thinking earlier this afternoon about what classical pieces I know that might get used in this, and I ended up looking up the name of this one because it was on the tip of my tongue)

I stg if they somehow work Chopsticks into this I'm gonna freaking lose it.

Omg the Can-Can! Or whatever its proper/original title is! (ooh maybe they might also do William Tell Overture?)

AAAAAAAA the callback to Mountain King! (Also what in the literal hell are the guys chanting?)

(Also my god these special effects are off-the-walls INSANE)

Okay WOW. I was not expecting to enjoy that so much! That was a wild ride, and I genuinely do wanna watch this again. And the arrangement is a jam? Like damn go off y'all!

ADDITION FROM FUTURE ME: So when I was watching this video I was like "omg I need to do a Voiceplay Visuals post for this", which meant I had to do a V.V. for Mountain King first, which I've just finished making as I'm typing this bit. I'm waiting till the public release of the video to make a V.V. post for this one, just in case there are any visual tweaks/additions/alterations made (and also YouTube allows for frame-by-frame scrubbing, whereas Patreon does not). But here's the thing: this video is 5 minutes long without credits, and there's a lot that happens in the video. Tumblr's image limit for a single post, however, is 30 - that's only 6 images per minute of video! So I think I might have to do a two-part Voiceplay Visuals, like I did for the Boy Band Medley. Either I make them two separate posts, or I just stick the second part on the first part via a reblog, idk. That probably won't be coming for a day or two anyway, but until then, seeya later!

[thessalian]

Thess vs The West Coast

I swore I was going to figure that stupid relic ruin out, and I did. With the usual bullshit I generally get with the jumping puzzles.

Right. Relic Ruin on the Long Coast. I at least got the lift powered up. Now I just need to get to crates for, like, stepping stones. Same as the Cauldrons.

Oh. I seem to have approached from a different direction this time. And ... I can climb the tower but of course I can't, just, pry some debris loose and get the gizmo. But ... I can jump to those?

...Barely, and after two attempts, I figure out it's easier to just glide there.

Crate plus Firegleam equals ... yeah, I know how this goes.

And of course I can't just get it straight into the lift. Fine. Down to the ground floor it goes and I'll do that whole fox / hen / grain puzzle. ...At least, once I get the first crate.

Okay, I know I'm supposed to be able to get to those handholds, but I can't see how from here.

Fine. I will unbend enough to watch a vid on it. Because there's an approach I am not seeing.

Aha. Directly behind everything else. Okay.Just have to hang a tighter left when I approach from the campfire.

And once again it WILL NOT LET ME JUMP.

Lemme try restarting from save.

Nope. Lemme try rebooting the game completely.

NOPE. Lemme see what this person in the video does from camera angle.

Not quite, buuuuuut ... there seems to be an order in which you press spacebar and D to move that way? I got it, anyway.

Yeah, thanks for arranging this in such a way that I literally cannot avoid taking damage from the boom.

Okay, just have to move the lights and get up there before they zip back. Now, this is precision timing, so lemme orientate myself properly before I even start.

And I can't use the Pullcaster on the lever if I orientate myself properly, so I'll get as close as I can and trust my ability to press buttons really fast to do the trick.

First attempt ... failure. I caught it just before it zipped back, with me clinging to the whole mess.

Second attempt ... success! Now, I probably don't have to running jump this gap but I'm going to do it anyway because like hell am I falling before I get this crate where I need it.

Aaaaaaaaand crate! I'm sure I did this completely backwards but fuck it. I have two crates, and two crates is all I need.

Crates in lift... Eh, I should probably pull that vent open now to save frustration later

First floor (second floor to you Americans), off with one crate.

Lift goes down... I go up.

Crate on first floor goes on lift roof. I go back down.

And UP I go.

And now I have to move the crate on the lift roof because it's too far from the handholds. But if I'd pushed it that far in, I wouldn't have had the space to climb up. MAKE UP YOUR MINDS.

Aaaaaaaand ... Valentine's Day! Over to Stemmur.

Hrm ... while I'm curious about what he makes of Valentine's Day, I want to see what he makes of Christmas.

"Those look almost like Fanghorns--" I'm not sure whether that's adorable or sad. I'm also not sure whether I want to explain to him that Fanghorns were designed to look rather a lot like reindeer (or, well, deer in general, but still).

Right. Gonna get a few more campfires up the coast before I start thinking main quest.

Acid Bellowback site still listed as "Unknown". I will have it be Known, and also kill me some Bristlebacks because why not?

...CLAMBERJAWS OUT OF NOWHERE THAT'S WHY NOT!

I didn't even see where they came from! It's like Glinthawks descending on scrap in Zero Dawn, but worse! Clamberjaws are quieter!

Right. Moving on ... campfires--

Wait. There's something glowy in my path, visible in the pre-dawn light. Focus on and...

Behemoth. Huh. Doesn't say anything about a site or a convoy. Well, except for the Shell-Walker convoy going up the path a bit further north. Better get it out of my way--

Clamberjaws AGAIN?!? Do they just materialise whenever I scrap something? What?!?

Right. That's done with, and ... Huh. Widemaws. And there's some greenshine down there, why not?

How far away can I be and still kill them?

Almost all the way up a mountain. AWESOME.

Oop. Didn't hit that third one so well. Watching it lumber trying to find a path to get to me is kind of hilarious. Buuuut I should put it out of its ... confusion, if not misery. POONK.

Why are Bellowbacks guarding this building? *checks map* Because it's going to be hella important later. Right. Okay. Might as well clear them out now to make it easier for me later.

Tideripper site. ...Now I know I don't have to upgrade any more armour because I have my Legendary Armour of Perfection, buuuut ... fuck it, Tideripper fins are a good thing, and upgrading armour is as good a reason as any to kill a thing.

Right. Not seeing it. Guess I better glide down there and-- INSTANT alert holy fuck.

Thankfully it's fairly far out to sea still so lemme set up this shock trap just in case.

Right. Safe enough, now I have time to scan and-- BOOM.

Oh. That's a good 3/4 of your health gone. Other reservoir on the neck and--

You didn't even attack me once, Mr Tideripper! ...Well, you weren't Apex, so I guess I should've expected you to go down fairly easy.

...Y'know what? I'm going to go back and investigate that building. Just to see what I can clear up before Quest Shit takes me there.

...............How the fuck did the Bellowbacks come back so fast?!? I POP YOU LIKE TICKS, YOU LUMBERING SHITHEELS! *POONK*

No datapoints yet, but a metal flower and some climbing.

Ah. 98% vendor trash by volume. What's downstairs?

Something I will have to engage with later, apparently, but cannot engage with now.

Okay, I'm done for now. Need a break, maybe some more coffee... And when I come back ... main quest?

Oof. No. I'm still missing a totem on the mainland. Should grab that first.

So, yeah, this early-afternoon was by and large finishing up some loose ends on the mainland. I admit, I love this interactive map.

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)

Chapter 11

Chapter 12:

Yuu arrived in time to see Ace running away from an increasingly pissed off cat. It would have been comical, had she not experienced first hand exactly how destructive the two were when fighting.

"No way are you gettin' out of this! You think I WANNA wash windows?" Grim spat, his dark gray fur bristling.

Ace rushed past her before promptly shoving some poor student to the side. "Outta my way!" He yelled, attempting to make a beeline for the mirrors.

"Hey! What gives?!" Cried the dark haired boy from the floor. Yuu quickly made her way to him, offering her hand to help him up.

"I'm so so sorry about those two..." She stated, tears of frustration suddenly threatening to pool in her eyes. Dammit. "I don't mean to be a bother, but... Please help us stop him!" She pleaded.

The boy seemed surprised at what she was asking of him, but did not question it much.

"You want me to cast a spell to stop him?" He asked, pausing to think. "Like, freeze his legs? Or bind them with a rope?" He suggested. "...Maybe I could... Hmm... No..." He muttered.

"I don't care how! Just do something! Anything!" Grim hissed urgently.

The boy, thankfully sensing the urgency, cried out. "Anything?! Anything, huh..." His blue eyes widened in realization before he nodded with newfound resolve.

"All right! Here goes anything!" He lifted a pen topped with a shining red stone. It sparkled beautifully in the lights of the hall of mirrors. "I summon thee... something heavy!" He called out, casting at a space directly above Ace.

As quickly as the boy had called it, a large, obsidian pot materialized out of thin air and was sent crashing down on the running body of Ace. The loud CLANG! It made as it landed was enough to snap her out of her daze, enough to hear the pained groans from the victim, and Grim's hysterical cackling.

"Look, Yuu, look! That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat!" He pointed out, a mocking tone directed at the flattened ginger. "That's what you get!"

Yuu blinked once, then twice, completely silent.

"A cauldron?! I wasn't expecting that. I may have overdone it this time..." She heard the helper boy from beside her murmur.

"Yeah, just a bit." Her voice was squeaky from the shock. She looked over to Ace, who let out another groan of pain before squirming beneath the cauldron.

"What are you bothering me for? You guys coulda just banged out the work yourself!" He groaned, struggling.

The Lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bish- She snapped herself out of the shock, storming up to Ace's form.

"What the hell?! There's no 'banging out' a hundred windows!" She growled, eyes narrowed.

"You have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you do?!" Helper boy yelped from behind her.

"I was just screwing with that furball a little." Ace stated, dragging himself out from beneath the cauldron. "... and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me."

"You did what?! You damaged a statue of the Great Seven?! No wonder he flew off the handle at you!" The dark haired boy remarked.

"You know damn well that it wasn't just 'a little'.'" She glared. "You also launched me across the damned courtyard!"

Her statement made the student's eyes widen. "Dude, what the heck?! After you managed to get into THIS school, how could you get in trouble on the very first day?!" He yelped, sending Ace a semi-accusatory look.

"Oh, shut up. Who are you, anyway?" Ace grumbled, returning the look with a glare.

The student straightened his posture, taking on more of a military-style pose. "My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade." He announced before relaxing his posture. "Don't you remember your own classmate? Uh..." He seemed to blank on Ace's name.

"You don't remember my name either, do you?" Ace smirked.

"That's not the point! You shouldn't try to shirk an order from the headmage!" Deuce explained, dismissing his previous blunder.

"Yeah, yeah, message received... Fine, let's bang out the windows already." Ace straightened his tie, and cuffs before stopping, noticing something.

Grim sure has been quiet... Oh."Don't tell me..." She grumbled, turning to look at the spot where the little furball was meant to be standing.

"The furball! He's gone!" Ace yelped. There was a loud, familiar cocky laugh that echoed from the halls.

"I'll let you two handle the rest! See ya, suckers!" Yuu felt anger swell in her chest like a hot air balloon.

"Gosh darn it Grim!" She growled. "You are so DEAD once I get my hands on you!"

"You caught me so YOU could run away yourself?!" Ace snarled, snapping his neck to look at Deuce.

"Hey! You there! Uh... Juice?" He hesitated.

"My name isn't 'Juice'. It's Deuce! With a D!" He retorted, glaring at Ace.

"This is partially your responsibility, you know! So help me catch that little furball!"

"How is this my responsibility?!"

The two bickered for a moment, Yuu's eyes welling with tears rapidly. She ignored them, opting to start running before she broke down in front of them. She refused to cry in front of them.

"Ugh! You know what?! I'm going to get his stupid ass!" She yelled, turning on her heel and taking off.

Please, my baby, please be okay. I know things are stressful... but I'll do my best... I'll keep you safe.

She felt the tears of frustration, fear, and grief pour down her cheeks as she ran, her vision quickly blurring. Soon enough, she'd lost vision of the boys and the cat monster. Why is everything collapsing so suddenly?! Her mind wailed, making her heart pound painfully. She ran blindly, unsure of where she'd directed herself.

It didn't take long before Yuu collided with a very strong figure.

"Oh! Est-ce que ça va?" The voice itself was deep and over the top, however it seemed genuine enough to her.

"I'm sorry." She attempted to clear her vision, feeling a careful hand guide her to sit.

"Are you alright?" The voice repeated, heavily accented.

"... Kind of? I don't know." She responded. "First, I end up here. Now, I've lost my stupid runaway cat." She rubbed her eyes, keeping her vision downcast."

"Oh! Non!" She heard the person cry. She saw tan hiking boots stop in front of her before the nice man kneeled. A gloved hand offering her a purple cloth, a handkerchief. "Use this!"

"O-oh. Thank you..." She responded, awkwardly taking the purple handkerchief. She felt bad at the idea of using it, so she clung to it, attempting to ground herself.

Surprisingly, not long after, the man in front of her did something completely strange. He lay down at her feet, facing her.

His face had nearly perfect skin (the kind that Yuu could only dream of having), perfect makeup, curious emerald eyes, and the smoothest looking bob she'd ever seen in her life. She floundered, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Bonjour." He gave her a playful smile, making her yelp and scramble backward. She heard his deep chuckle as he shot back up.

"I am Rook Hunt!" He gave a theatrical bow as soon as he was on his feet. "Enchanté!"

Yuu blinked. "Wow. Um... Nice to meet you too? My name is Yuu." She introduced herself, shaking off the strangeness of the meeting.

"Beauté! Your name is beautiful, monsieur!" She felt herself smile at his cheerful tomfoolery, picking up his handkerchief and placing it into her pocket.

"Hehe. Thank you." She offered him a tentative smile before her memory returned. "Oh shoot!" She cried, shooting to her feet, ignoring the dizzying feeling. "I have to find Grim!"

The young man took her side in an instant, noting her dizziness and helping her steady herself. "J'aiderai. I will help!" He offered. "May I ask what your 'Grim' looks like?"

She paused, considering his help for a moment. "He looks like an ordinary cat with dark gray fur and a white patch. He's got a forked tail and brilliant blue eyes. You'd be able to tell him apart from most because of his fiery ears." She informed Rook urgently.

His emerald eyes met hers and he gave her a nod. "Oui! Let us embark on a quest to find Monsieur Grim!"

Chapter 13

[lady-of-tearshed]

I would like to hear your review on Acotar series, I have read it and just want to talk about the book.

Hello there! 💕

So, my review on the Acotar series...

I started reading the first book in 2020, but I had stopped because Feyre was giving me the icks in the first book. 😅 I started reading it again last year because of the hype it got on Tiktok, and I was like, "Okay, I'll give it a chance. Might not be that bad." And GOD, I'm glad I did !! The end of the first book felt a bit rushed though, I wish the UTM scenes would've been more detailed.

Then I started the second book, and at the beginning, honestly, I was a bit confused about how Feyre seemed so... traumatized? Like, she didn't seem that bad in the previous book, but that's just my honest opinion. 😅 I grew to like Feyre in the second book. She really had a good character development. There really were beautiful scenes in book two, the starfall scene, the inn scene was quite hot too, and the Suriel, omg. I loved this scene. It kind of bugged me, though, because of Feyre's reaction, but hey. Chapter 54 really made up for the lack of UTM information in the first book, and chapter 55 was hot, too, lol. But again... like the first book, I felt like there was a bit of action at the end of the book, which hold a looot of information, but it felt... rushed.

Third book... Lucien broke my heart in this book, like, my boy needs happiness. And if Elain doesn't take him, hell I'll do it! 🤣 I loved Bryaxis scene in this book. I don't have much more thoughts about this one book though... lots and lots of war strategies and all.

3.5 book is SO UNDERATED! GODDAMN I LOVED IT. It honestly was my favorite one for a loooong time!! But ACOSAF took the first place in my heart after reading it, lol. I feel like Rhysand and Feyre relationship really settled in this book, honestly. A lot of domestic sweet moments.

And book 4... honestly, I think it's the best. The only thing I have to "complain" about is how some characters felt... off. Rhysand felt off, Cassian felt off, Azriel felt off in the bonus chapter... Especially Azriel. Like, okay, maybe he is pinning for Elain, maybe the Cauldron is wrong or wathever... but in book 3.5, Cassian wanted to bet that Lucien wouldn't be attending their Solstice festivities, and Azriel was like "No, you wouldn't like someone making those kinds of bets on you." Like... I thought he had more respect for Lucien than that... than kissing his mate. Anyways. Love Nesta, love the valkyries friendship... Love this book. I often see posts like "Nesta was such a bitch" yeah. She was. When you're hurting, and healing, it sometimes happens, to act like a bitch. Some people have... really bad coping mechanisms. But they're not bad people for that.

Anyways! Feel free to come and chat in private if you want to! Usually, I don't bite. 🤔💕