#hi auralia ^__^

[liuisi]

Hi!!!

not specifically a line but i LOVE the part at the end where it goes i leave your mind in FIRE!! and then theres a SICK guitar solo

[sirdolraan]

Meditations

((DWC Feb 2025, Day 1, Hypnotic/Star, @daily-writing-challenge CW: None ))

Beledar's light shined brightly down on Dolraan as he stood on the wall, gazing up at the giant crystal. Some part of, aspect of the worldsoul, filled with life-giving light, as well as terrifying shadowy power that tempted the great evils of the world. And a song that could only be heard by those who were attuned to the Light, like himself. Lorellai, Spiru, even Janosis once they'd dug him out of Azj'kahet, couldn't hear it, even though the Radiant Song had come to all of them. But here, in Hallowfall, he could hear the crystal's song, soothing his mind and warming his heart.

No wonder the Arathi had decided to live here. It was, in every way that mattered, a blessing unlike any other. Beautiful. Affirming. Almost hypnotic.

"Penny for your thoughts, champion?" Dolraan turned to see Quartermaster Steelstrike walking up behind him, carrying two steaming mugs of tea. "Saw you head up here, thought you might like something warm to drink."

"That's very kind of you, Quartermaster," Dolraan smile as he received the mug, taking a sip of the tea. "As for my thoughts, too many and not enough. Questions that just lead to more questions. Even by my standards, this has been a very eventful time."

"I don't know whether to be impressed or worried, considering your stories. And please, we've shared a dinner table, you can call me Auralia, I won't tell the general," she said, winking. Her gaze turned up to Beledar. "You know, you'd think after years and years you'd get used to it, but it's still just so… magnificent. I'm glad to know that you outsiders can also look to Beledar for peace while you think."

"It is among the most remarkable things I've ever encountered, and I can say that with confidence. I think I agree with your historians; that you were brought here to safeguard it. I can't say that we'd have been able to stop Xal'atath's assault on it if not for the Arathi having established yourselves down here so well."

"I certainly like to think so. After all we've been through, all we've lost," she said, looking down and rubbing a ring on her finger, "having it mean something is important."

"I think it would have meaning, even if it was just a fluke. Because you gave it meaning. You made a decision, you built homes and families, and you work every day to keep everyone safe and happy. That's the Light, back where I come from."

"You have a real talent for making things big things seem simple," Auralia chuckled.

"I've spent the last five years teaching and training, I had to get good at it or I'd be embarrassed by my students, or ridiculed by my squire. Can't stand that thought."

"Well, I can understand that motivation. A toast, then. To keeping everyone safe and happy, even if it's as simple as sharing a warm mug of tea."

As Dolraan tapped his mug with Auralia's, Beledar shined brightly down upon the paladins below, her song audible to those who could hear it, echoing with notes of safety, and happiness.

[jenn2d2]

OC Meme: Gladius "Rook" Mercar

Thank you @serensama for the tag! Completed Carina de Riva yesterday, so on to my Disaster Shadow Dragon.

If you want to participate, consider yourself tagged! I also want to see everyone's Rooks!

GENERAL

Name: Gladius Mercar

Alias(es): Rook

Gender: Male (cis)

Age: 35

Place of birth: Ventus [?] - he was found as a baby, swaddled to a sword carried on the back of someone who died. His father found him, and brought him home.

Spoken languages: Trade, Tevene, swear words in many languages.

Sexual orientation: Pansexual.

Occupation: Pre-Veilguard: He was on a trajectory for a very good military career like his father. He had to leave after his best friend was killed by her (Venatori) brother, and Gladius murdered him in return. Has spent the last several years using his connections and strength to aid the Shadow Dragons wherever possible.

FAVOURITE

Colour: Orange (especially a saffron orange.) It was a color his mother wore frequently.

Entertainment: Dancing, Magical displays, sports.

Pastime: Puzzles - he's the kind of person that has a small sudoku book in his back pocket to run through whenever he has to wait for anything. Also any kind of physical sport, though riding (horses) is a special favorite when he can.

Food: The hottest spiced, grilled meat imaginable with a garlicky yogurt sauce and flat bread. He's actually very good at making this on a campfire.

Drink: Ayran (salty yogurt drink) especially with mint, which his mother used to make on the hottest days of the year.

Books: Adventure and Romance serials, very dry military history

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Whatever equivalent of a military academy is in Tevinter, yes, graduating with several command recommendations.

Had sex: As often as possible.

Had sex in public: Definitely.

Gotten tattoos: Yes - a few from his time in the military, and a rather large one when he finally committed to the Shadow Dragons.

Gotten piercings: No.

Gotten scarred: Occasional battle scars, but nothing terribly prominent or notable.

Had a broken heart: Yes.

Been in love: Yes, he loved his best friend Aurelia very much, and still mourns her*. He falls for Neve immediately, but he'll carry that first love with him always.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely - friends, lovers, new acquaintances that are into it. All of that. He is a very, very tall teddy bear of a man.

Scared easily: No, if anything, he has to remind himself to use caution in insanely difficult situations.

Jealous easily: No, that would take quite a bit.

Trustworthy: Absolutely. He can lie if he has to, or for fun and profit at cards, but being disloyal to someone he cares about? Never. What happens to Minrathous eats at him particularly because people view his choice as disloyal, but he really felt in the moment that the people he knew in the city would be able to defend it.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Gwendolyn (married to a Templar named Matthias, twin nieces he hasn't met yet named Julia and Auralia)

Parents: Charon and Julia (deceased)

Children: Not that he knows of. It's not impossible, but unlikely.

Pets: No, but he had a horse he named Apples as a kid, who he loved very much. She is currently living her best retirement life with his sister's family, since she couldn't accompany him in to the military.

*I super need to write up some of his backstory at some point, because that relationship with his friend is SO important to how he views the world.

[treevore]

⇥OC LIST⇤

NIRO CULT FAMILY

Neora - First generation, daughter of Orin and Niro. Heir to Niro, notably butch, functionally married to Aroen

Aroen - First generation, son of Orin and Niro. The family's living doll, extremely feminine, functionally married to Neora

Arinoa - Second generation, daughter of Orin and Neora. Wild-shape-happy druid, notable megahottie.

Aonira - Second generation, son of Niro and Neora. The family's free use pain receptacle and largely silent watchdog

Orienne - TBA

Enneiro - TBA

Ronanor - TBA

REAPERS

Ivan - Russian millennial, died at a party when he went to piss while on Every Substance, fell and cracked his head. Living crash test dummy

Auralia - 11th Century French minor nobility, committed ritual suicide to become a grim reaper due to lust for power and autonomy. Hates her job

Ifran - Iranian-American millennial, died in a freak accident when a billboard fell on him. Hacker and computers expert

TTRPG CHARACTERS

Liana - Tiefling Druid/Sorcerer. Weird and easily corrupted

Willow - Reborn Air Genasi Bard/Blood Hunter. Hottest woman ever, that is a threat

Kre'gahn - Drow/Giant Monk. Real shelter dog of a man.

Randy - Gangrel moron. Just shockingly stupid, given that he's intelligent.

MISC

Codi - Demon seamstress at a demon strip club.

Lothric - Drow Warlock/Fighter Dark Urge. My perfect all pronouns princess who has done everything wrong and evil and will continue to do so while being a sex pest

[catscratch-jackson]

When it came to surviving, Jackson somehow managed by the skin of his teeth. Sure, his time spent with Auralia taught him some useful tricks and his natural reflexes helped, but Jackson was far too ruled by his impulses and greedy fingers to be that decent at pickpocketing, always finding himself trying things far beyond his level.

That and his brazen stupidity had Jackson following the golden-haired man down the street. He'd smelt him first, the strong whiff of soap mixed with flowers and spice had turned Jackson's head immediately. Even beyond his cleanliness, the man stuck out like a rose among weeds in the grime of the trade district, and Jackson couldn't help from practically drooling at the thought of how much money the man could be carrying on him and how many drinks that could buy him.

With the money he hadn't even earned already spent in his head, Jackson watched as the man entered a shop, disappearing for a few minutes while he ran through his half-assed plan in his head. When the man exited the shop shortly after, Jackson ducked his head and was moving with little hesitation. Their shoulders collided as he'd planned, his fingers quietly moving to slip into the other man's pocket as he rattled off an exaggerated apology with the tip of his head that was meant to help distract from his sneaky fingers.

"Sorry, pardon me, I should watch where I'm going, my apologies, sir."

@arielbeaumont

[crownofconvergencerp]

𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓

jackson is a 28 year old werecat who lives on the streets of destarin. while much of his time is spent prowling around as a cat, when he is walking on two feet, jackson can most often be found at a tavern, drinking and throwing himself into reckless and stupid situations.

TW: Parental Death, Child Abandonment, Grooming, Homelessness, Alcohol Abuse.

The first time he was abandoned, Caius Jackson had not even left his mother’s womb yet. His father had never been one for commitment, and it wasn’t long after hearing about the pregnancy that he disappeared, leaving Jackson’s mother with an absolute handful of a child. Jackson was only three years old when he turned for the first time, and it would be several more years before he had any control over his shifting form. 

Jackson was twelve when his mother got sick. Up until that point, they’d managed a quiet life, albeit a simple one, but a safe and comfortable existence nonetheless. At first, in his childish naivety, Jackson thought that she would just get better, that things would return to how they’d always been. But she didn’t get better, and one night when she’d become particularly bad, Jackson made the difficult decision to travel to the nearest doctor, hoping his mother would be okay while he was gone. It took the young boy a full day to make it to the doctor’s residence, only for the man to refuse to come with him since Jackson had no money to pay. He cried and begged, but ultimately was left walking back empty-handed and brokenhearted. 

By the time Jackson returned home completely exhausted, he found his mother unconscious and barely hanging on. At just twelve-years-old Jackson held his mother and begged her not to leave him while she died in his arms. 

Overwhelmed with grief, Jackson shifted into his cat form, unable to make sense of his mother's death and how to handle it. It would be a little over a year that Jackson spent as a cat, refusing to face the reality of his grief. It was also during this time that the doctor who’d refused to care for Jackson’s mother had a very unfortunate run-in with a large, feral cat, leaving him blind and unable to continue his work. 

He hadn’t ever wanted to shift back, not really. If Jackson had been given a choice, he would have just lived like that forever, his human mind locked away while he just existed as a cat. But being young and having little control of his abilities Jackson found himself as a person once again, forced to feel and forced to grieve. 

Life for the next several years was hard, and Jackson continued to spend much of his time as a cat, finding it was easier to survive. When he was sixteen years of age, his life became a little easier when he was found by a cunning young witch who’d seen him shifting between forms. Her name was Auralia and she was beautiful and clever and had a way with words that had Jackson wrapped around her finger in no time at all. She taught Jackson how to use his quick reflexes to pick pockets and he distracted their unsuspecting victims with his big kitty cat eyes and fluffy tail. She conned her way through other men’s money and right into Jackson’s heart. 

He’d felt lost for so long and Jackson fell in love with her so easily that he couldn’t even see the ways in which he was being taken advantage of or the fact that Auralia saw him as little more than a tool for her own use. Jackson had lived with and loved Auralia for three years when she disappeared leaving only a note that said not to look for her and the wrath of the man she’d financially ruined before the con had gone wrong and she’d been found out. He was ambushed by the man and several of his friends as he stood in her empty dwellings, beaten so badly he almost lost one of his lives. 

Betrayed and heartbroken, Jackson was on his own once again. He travelled his way further into Destarin and soon was spending much of his time prowling around the trade district and docks. It wasn’t long after being abandoned that he discovered alcohol helped take the edge of his grief away and blurred the painful memories that haunted him. 

Many years have passed since then, but Jackson has changed very little. He spends much of his time as a cat, but when he is in his human form he can most often be found in a tavern, drinking away whatever coins he may have gotten his grubby little hands on.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: werecat. weaknesses: gold and other were-creatures can cause severe damage as they weaken his healing factor, catnip will make him high and drug him if potent enough, he needs to sleep more than a regular person, weary around water & cannot swim, while taking a werecat’s life is difficult, they are susceptible to fatal head/neck injuries (eg. beheading, broken neck, significant head wound, etc.). strengths: shifting from human to a cat at will, enhanced speed, reflexes, agility, senses, strength and accelerated healing factor, while not immortal, werecats have nine lives, thus typically allowing them to live a very long time. physical description: in his human form, jackson is scruffy and 5’8 with a lean composition. In his cat form, jackson often appears as a dark, maine coon cat. however, his appearance changes somewhat depending on how he is feeling (eg. if he is feeling threatened he may appear as a large lynx versus when he is feeling safe and content he might appear more domestic and kitten-like).. additional info: since he has and continues to spend much of his time as a cat, jackson retains many of his cat-like characteristics even while in his human form. He cannot turn others into werecats. other animals see him as a cat first and will react accordingly.

caius jackson is played by ryan and their fc is jack falahee.

[shvdowspirit]

Introducing Peter Baek . . . Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians

GENERAL

full name: peter baek. true name redacted.

aliases: pitch black, the boogeyman, the nightmare king.

nicknames: just don't call him 'pete'.

age: immortal / appears forty-three.

gender: cis male.

species: spirit.

orientation: pansexual, demiromantic.

date of birth: ??? he tells people it's november first.

place of birth: ??? the void.

occupation:  behavioral therapist.

PHYSIQUE

faceclaim:  gong yoo.

eye color:  dark brown, gold when performing stronger magic.

hair color:  black.

height:  6'4"

ABILITIES

fear manipulation: click to learn more.

nightmare manipulation: click to learn more.

shadow + darkness manipulation: click to learn more.

FAMILY

significant other(s): auralia pitchiner † (wife).

children: emily jane pitchiner (daughter).

MUSE INSPIRATION

aleksander morozova / the darkling — shadow and bone.

morpheus / dream of the endless — the sandman.

sebastian michaelis — kuroshitsuji.

yunsu park — olgami.

silco — arcane.

dracula — castlevania.

CHARACTERIZATION

This isn't someone you hope to run into, and certainly not someone you should get to know. Peter loves nothing more than drawing out and manipulating the parts of a person they're most desperate to keep hidden away. He's a creep first and foremost, but has mastered the art of masking his sinister tendencies. Still, there's something distinctly off about him that most subconsciously pick up on. They never quite seem to figure out what it is, however. He's one of Evermore's lucky few (or unlucky, if ignorance truly is bliss) who retained his memories from before arriving in the town, though unlike most others he's not chomping at the bit to leave. Evermore is an intriguing change of pace and chock-full of people on edge. All they need is a little push to begin spiralling.

HEADCANONS

In his previous home (before Evermore) you'll find a vast collection of artifacts that span back centuries. From Medieval brooches to Renaissance boxwood carvings to Victorian hair shrines. Any museum would leap at the chance to get their hands on any number of the artifacts he's amassed.

Dresses sharp and dark. His entire wardrobe is made up almost entirely of black and various shades of gray, occasionally accented with white or gold. Everything is perfectly tailored and has an air of sophistication to it (think dark academia, but a little less cozy).

For all his faults, Peter doesn't often go back on his word or outright lie. He might twist the truth a bit, but he keeps to his promises and has better methods of manipulating someone than lying.

Peter is not a fan of modern technology/not very tech-savvy. As with all immortal beings, he changes with the times, but that doesn't mean he likes said changes. He prefers physical copies of files, has no interest in social media, enjoys the sound of a record over a digital speaker, etc. Think of him as a grumpy old man in this regard.

Greatly enjoys coffee, despite the caffeine not doing much of anything for him. He likes things that taste a little bitter, like dark chocolate or red wine. Anything too sweet feels like his mouth is being coated in sugar.

There are two things that have bothered Peter for quite some time. The first of which is that he has no idea of where he came from. He has no real reason to believe he had a life before the day he opened his eyes to darkness and crawled out of the shadows, but there are traces of something that leave him wondering. Whispers too faint to understand that linger in the back of his mind. The second — a profound loneliness that he cannot rid himself of. A feeling that something is missing.

Hates most holidays (or any type of celebration really), but loves Halloween. The influx of horror films, everyone going around trying to scare each other, all the monstrous decorations, what's not to enjoy? Though he's not a fan of how it's become more treat than trick in the 21st century.

Peter has an interesting voice. For one, he has a British accent he picked a very long time ago and decided to keep. Secondly, when he speaks it doesn't always sound like it's coming out of his mouth. His lips will be moving, but if you closed your eyes you might be tricked into thinking he'd moved behind you. As if there are speakers all around your head or you're listening to him bounce between earbuds. It's something he sometimes does to freak people out a bit, though it can also happen without him quite realizing it.

[teriwrites]

Emma's Wonderland: Part 3

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2017 Novel

Emma stops by Finn's house and immediately assumes that he won't wanna be seen with her (and isn't totally wrong about that, though at least Finn has the decency to be embarrassed by his own embarrassment)

Classic case of kids on bikes (not the RPG, just the trope)

One thing about me, my stories are gonna include a creek

Anyways, Emma brought Finn to this clearing in the woods, where she's built/found/laid claim to a basic lil treehouse, and she calls the place Terabithia Elysium

'Emma sat herself in the center of the field, face tilted skyward. She almost looked like she belonged there, like she was as much a part of Elysium as the creek or the deeply-rooted trees. Finn felt more out of place in that moment than he ever had at school, but it quickly faded as Emma stood from her spot and broke the stillness.' as an awkward person, felt

'[Emma] reached backwards and grabbed a book lying against the trunk of the tree. It wasn't a Bible, but she'd taped a piece of paper to the front and drawn a cross on it, which was good enough for oaths between twelve-year-olds.' pfft

I'm not sure a kid from NYC's favorite place would realistically be Central Park, but Finn's trying to impress a peer, so I'm gonna allow it

It absolutely doesn't work, Emma's like 'i mean, i guess... it sounds busy, though'

"Sometimes, here, there's not even anything to escape," Finn countered after a moment of silence. Emma sighed. "I've got no argument against you there." (this story doesn't have enough 'skibidi' language in it, and i mean that so genuinely. not specifically 'skibidi toilet' or whatever, but middle-school jargon. if I wanted this to be like my middle school years, I should've had Finn begging his mom to borrow her phone to play Temple Run or Angry Birds or hating on Justin Bieber for 'Baby' or smth)

Time jump, Emma and Finn hang out together outside of school but not so much during the school day

'Emma turned on some cartoon about a teen hero and her dweeby best friend who acted as her sidekick.' okay, so that's obviously Kim Possible lmao

'The show on the T.V. continued. There was some goofy, blue villain that kept breaking the fourth wall that wanted to take over the world.' as i said lol

"Whenever things get particularly boring in Fulton, I just pretend that I'm not in Fulton anymore," Emma said plainly, as though she were done with her explanation. Finn tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. She did. "Instead, I like to think that I'm living in this beautiful little town called Aurelia." "Aurelia?" (so i thought it was a cute little name for a town, then i joined the music department at my school, where I'd go onto to take an aural skills class that utilized the notorious program 'Auralia', and now I cannot read that word with anything other than dread)

I had pretty lofty goals revolving around writing out fantastical segments centered around Aurelia in this story, which I don't think I ever really got around to writing unfortunately, but that was where we were going to slowly watch Emma's arc play out, so I'm curious to see how I worked around it here

Emma's dad's home!

'Mr. Garland spoke in a slow voice, not in a condescending way, not even in a calming way. He simply sounded thoroughly fatigued, which Finn supposed came with returning from a full day of work.' mood

AHA! First case of an adult being named after someone I knew

Mr. Garland shares a first name with MY BROTHER

That's wild lol

This man is depressed as shit too lmao what a way to honor my older brother

'Up close, Finn could see bags under Mr. Garland's eyes. There was exhaustion written into every line on his face. And more startling were his eyes. They were hazel, like Emma's, but this was the only thing they had in common. While Emma's joy seemed to spark a constant life behind her eyes, Mr. Garland's were dark and sad. This house didn't match Emma, Finn thought, but Mr. Garland fit in it perfectly.' (oof)

!!! So i DID write something set in Aurelia

It's about Emma's dad

'His life held everything in it that he needed, but he was a sad prince. They say there was no root to his grief, but, for that, he felt it all the stronger.' clinical depression, got it

'In a gentle voice, the young woman told him of her own sorrow, and brought him to the elderly magic man who had helped her.' her mom was also clinically depressed and referred her dad to a therapist, noted

'But only months after the birth of their daughter, the young woman was killed in a tragic accident.' Emma's mom got irl fridged, rip

'So that was why Emma's mother was never around. Finn didn't want to' i literally ended the sentence there and moved on immediately to dialogue lol whoops!

Ending Thoughts:

I should've written more than this, considering there was actually quite a lot going on, but I'm sleepy! I just got off work! Leave me alone! So Finn and Emma hang out now, though never publicly (somehow, keeping a friendship quiet feels even worse than keeping a relationship private, but both of them seem to prefer keeping their distance around their classmates). I certainly have Thoughts about how the progression of their friendship works, but I'll keep it to myself for now because I haven't seen how long things will take to move forwards. Other than that, I think we're at the tail end of the 'mediocre midsection' i've been talking about since like 2013. The writing is much more stable and much more in-line with what I write nowadays, but there's definitely enough repetition in sentence structure and things that I think it's earned its spot.

[hecateprime]

Skyrim non dragonborn ocs

So I would like to introduce some ocs I have for Skyrim, non one of them are the dragonborn but I do have one who I plan to introduce but anyways here's my ocs and what guilds they're part of

Torsirrid a nord who is part of the companions that is the older brother to Vilkas and Farkas and is also a werewolf that kept the ability

Auralia and Riari twin bretons also have werewolves abilities part of the companions though Riari is the leader of the thieves guild who cured her werewolf gift so when she pass she can go to Nocturnal's realm Evergloam, also their grandfather is Kodlak and their partners is that Riari is with Brynjolf and Auralia is with Val serano one of the popular mod followers

Ahlaana a redguard who is also from the companions with the same werewolf abilities and is with Farkas

Adahel Volkihar nord who is the son of Harkon and Valerica and older brother of Serana, plus he's a vampire and like Serana he sides with the dragonborn depending if the dragonborn sided with the Dawson or join the Volkihar clan while my dragonborn sided with the dawnguard and he eventually like Serana cures his vampirism after killing Harkon and joining the companions

Plus like to note that Auralia Torsirrid Ahlaana and Adahel are followers and I do plan to show my dragonborn whenever I get chance and I plan to everyone bios

[fandomficticn]

upcoming fan fictions

so the fan fictions won out for my upcoming works!

now drug/eternal fans do not fret because I will still be continuing and finishing that fic. will I be writing simultaneously? you would be correct!

now, what shall be voted on today is which of my fan fics will I be writing along side of the eternals fan, "the last hope". below will be the summary of each fic and just like before, you all get to vote on which one I will be posting. whichever becomes the top vote will be the next fanfic to be written along side the last hope; the next highest vote will be the next fan fiction and so on.

gonna be honest, most of these I did already start like plotting out!

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This is Poguelandia ( ofc x jj maybank )

Laurie Dubois was the new kook in town, with secrets that could give everyone a run for their money, but before anything could come to light, she ended up going missing. Four years later, Laurie is caught on camera, alive and well, and the hunt is on to find her. The Pogues could be the ones to find Laurie and be split the reward money and while that is enticing to JJ Maybank, he has a secret connection to the missing girl and knows there's more than meets the eye when it comes to why she went missing all those years ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Xu ( ofc x mafia!shang-chi )

Sara and Shaun come from opposing crimes families, both well-versed in undercover work. Both were sent on jobs in the States when they meet, not knowing the other's true identity. Now, years later after being married and having their daughter, the Xu's are living their secret lives while working for their families until one night changes and jeopardizes everything Sara and Shaun worked so hard to protect.

The Big Fix ( ofc x modern!anthony bridgerton )

It had been years since Anthony Bridgerton and Auralia Bell haven't been in the same room since they broke up their junior year of college. Now, almost ten years later, Auralia is the top performer at The Avalon Group, the top pr firm catering to London's finest. To get the promotion of her dreams, she is tasked with her biggest contract yet: fix Anthony Bridgerton's reputation. Auralia has to out her emotions aside and be the professional she knows she is, not thinking about the feelings that are clearly still there.

The Guardians ( ofc x ben miller )

Ben Miller is the happiest man he's ever been; his winning big with boxing with his brother and friends by his side and he's with the woman of his dreams. One day, everything gets turned upside down when she goes missing with nothing but a distress call from the other side of the world giving any insight. Now, the boys must band together for one more mission in the search of her before it's too late.

Fool's Gold ( ofc x nathan drake ; ofc x victor sullivan )

Victor Sullivan comes to Nathan Drake for a hunt of a lifetime, a hunt that he couldn't refuse. When the hunt takes them on the most dangerous path they've ever been on, up against bigger enemies than they've faced before, Nathan Drake has to decide if what's at the end is ultimately worth his life.

The Legend of Leon Winter ( ofc x simon lewis )

Leon Winter is well-known amongst the downworlders, Magnus Bane himself knew the warlock personally. Due to horrendous crimes committed by him, Leon Winters is locked away and never to be seen or heard from again. Until today. Somehow, someway, the powerful dark warlock has been freed and hell on earth is quite literally about to rain down. The only ticket to his demise is his illegitimate and unknown daughter, Cherish. No one ever knew she was his daughter nor how she could be the one to bring him down but everyone is in a race against the clock to get to her and end this once and for all.

Chrysós ( ofc x rafe cameron )

A new treasure hunt is on the horizon but this could be more dangerous than what the Pogues have already experienced. Blackbeard's treasure is the world's most hard to find bounty in the world but the Pogues are confident they can find it like they've found their last find. They must band together with Rafe Cameron and Barry when it comes to light they know the one person that has the edge to finding this treasure. OFC knows that Blackbeard had many wives and therefore many chances for descendants and she knows one of them. Could this descendant be their ticket to fame and fortune or lead to their downfall?

Don't Panic ( ofc x dodge mason )

The new season of panic is on the books and everyone's eyes are on the prize money, that being their one way ticket out of their small town. Dodge Mason knows what the money could do for his family but what take him by surprise is his old friend, Sherrie Edge, joins the game after she used to tell him that there was nothing wrong with staying in a small town. The two ex-friends are now in competition with other's in their class; the dangers are high, the secrets are big, and someone is not who they say they are...

Shimmer ( ofc x eddie munson )

Monica Nguyen usually kept to herself, little to no friends despite being on the Hawkins swim team, until a freak accident changed her and put her on the “hawkins hotties” map. Being thrust into the spotlight after being in the shadows for so long can be overwhelming but a certain long-haired dungeon master can make the obnoxious sounds of popularity die down. When outside forces come knocking on Hawkins door in search for the result of their "experiment" and the Hawkins Monster Hunting Club must band together to protect their new friend by any means necessary.

[accidental-spice]

2, 6, 10, and 19 for the book asks???

(also hi!!! i haven’t checked in in a while how are you doing??)

#2: Top five books of all time?

AUGH HOW am I supposed to DECIDE???

Okay let's see...

@kanerallels WIP

The Betsy Tacy series, by Maud Hart Lovelace (shhhh that totally counts as one)

Prophet, by R. J. Larson

The Green Ember, by S. D. Smith

Anne of Green Gables, by L. M. Montgomery

#6: What books have you read in the last month?

Auralia's Colors, by Jeffrey Overstreet, the first three PJO books, The Red Pyramid, by Rick Riordan, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Those are all I remember for sure, I'm afraid

#10: Do you have a guilty fav?

Not that I can think of, no. Maybe the Warriors series?? But I don't read that much anymore...

#19: Most disliked popular books?

The Maze Runner series, probably. I liked the movies much better

Thanks for the ask!

Book asks

[nikkywrites]

A Sister's Grief

Prompt: "I've been waiting for this" | Fictober Day 3

Continued from day one's work which you can find here. It is, as you can probably guess from the title, very sad. I like it, though, and hope you guys do too!

*****

The pearl sits, a perfect sphere of ice and loss in her palm and she imagines her sister's voice emanating from it. Would she be proud, I always knew you'd be the one to do it? Saddened in disappoint, wondering why couldn't you do this before, when I was still alive? Her neighborhood seems quieter than she remembers, with no wind, as if the world is holding its breath to stand witness to her too-late triumph.

Lorilee presses the smooth surface to her lips. Imagines it is her sister's cheek and they just got done making snow angels in the backyard. Imagines the way her scar is burning in phantom memory of magma teeth sinking into her skin is actually her sister's forgiveness. Did Auralia know that she loved her, when she died? If she'd been able to have a last moment, would she have shared the sentiment?

It was Lorilee's fault that she was out trying, anyway. Lorilee's fault that she was even out in the world, chasing after a hope.

It had been her turn to go search for a pearl to try to heal their grandfather's noxious heart, the hex that was spreading to the whole family, a curse placed by a spurned witch.

It had been her turn, four months ago, and she'd screamed at her mother that they were only further ruining their family by going on this wild goose chase. "What good is saving grandfather," she'd snarled, "if the rest of us break our backs to do it?"

She'd left, after that argument. She'd refused the mantel trying to settle on her shoulders and she hadn't thought it strange, when Auralia didn't reach out. It made sense that she was leaving things to simmer down a bit, everything had gotten too hot and a weekend apart wasn't quite enough for things to settle back to normality. A few days of silence was healthy.

She hadn't known that the family moved the duty onto her.

She probably should have. Of course they wouldn't wait around for her mind to change. Of course they'd just keep going down the line until they out of old-enough-to-tempt-and-rob-a-siren family and have to risk even more by looping back to the start.

There had been two weeks where Auralia was dead and she did not know.

She shifts the pearl to sit cradled in both her palms. Treats it with the ginger tenderness she would her sister's ghost. The coolness of it sinks into her skin, like settling realization the moment before a terrible truth comes to light. "Auralia isn't here," her mother had said, and there'd been something about the tightness of her mouth and the shadows under her eyes and the way she was leaned against the doorframe that felt like knowing.

She takes a breath.

Stealing the pearl was useless if she doesn't hand it over. She walks across the lawn almost in a daze, her mind separate from her body. What use was there in honoring Auralia's memory when in another version of the world, she would be the one opening the door, there to celebrate with her?

Lorilee presses the pearl to her heart, feels the cold seep in there, too, remembers the way the world had stiffened when her mother admitted where Auralia was. It had felt like transfiguring her bones into glass. Like another breath in an Auralia-deprived world would shatter her into glass dust and broken wine shards. She used to steal the fancy wine glasses to drink apple juice in with Auralia in the middle of the night, laughing on the porch swing.

Maybe if she'd done this when she was supposed to, they could have done that again.

The crystal glass pokes at her heart with the memory, her glassen bones transfigured into regret. The doorbell dings, a toll of loss.

Uncle Lio is the one to open the door, a frown marred deep into his face that tells her his condition has only worsened. "What," he grunts. Thinking that she failed, probably, and is crawling back in her defeat, not noticing the hand cradling something to her chest for what it is.

And she can't blame him, for assuming she failed. They all did.

"I did it," she says, and the words sound foreign. She's parroting what she's supposed to say and it feels like she doesn't understand their meaning.

And does she, really?

What meaning was there in this? Grandfather would be saved from the hex burned into his heart but what of all of them who have lost to make it so? Because sure, her mother would be able to feel love and her Uncle Lio would be able to shake his endless grief, but what of the consequences that aren't due to the hex burning them all? What of Uncle Lio's cracked hope? Her mother's lost empathy? Parro's night terrors? Kenu's permanently shaking hands?

What of the things they just lost on the quest, not to the hex filtering down to them all with time's passage?

"What?" he breathes, grief watered out for a brief moment. His eyes drop to her hand, the glimmer of something soft white peering through her fingers. "You did it." His eyes widen. His voice booms louder. "You did it!" He calls for the family, stepping back, victory meshing with the grief always stamped on his heart.

She wonders what the curse makes him think he's grieving. What sort of grief does it feel like? Is it anything close to hers, now, over Auralia and the proof in her hand that she was really never coming back?

Her mother is the one to breach the bubble of distance everyone made, her aunts and uncles and cousins and small niece. Her hands fit to Lorilee's cheeks. Her fingers are thin and she forgets if they've always been so or if its something that came from her youngest's early death. "You did it," she praises lightly, tears welling over and freely spilling. Her lips press, cold as the pearl, to her forehead.

Lorilee closes her eyes.

She never considered what the success might feel like, but she doesn't think she would have assumed it'd be so empty.

Her mother grabs her wrist and pries her hand back. The skin of her chest feels loss without the contact. Lorilee had had to take a part of Masy to steal the pearl but she'd left a part of herself behind, too. Now the pearl is the only thing holding her together and soon, she will have to let it go.

Her mother gasps at the sight of it.

"I've waited for this," she says with a reverence Lorilee has never felt. "I can't believe you did it."

Her fingers tighten over the pearl. She cannot bear to hold it for one more moment. She cannot bear to let it go. It's all she has left of Auralia. It's all she has of her killer. It's the treasure she died for, a token of her memory.

And she's supposed to just let it go? With nothing more than a pat on the back, good job, dear, all is fine now? What about her mother's poisoned compassion? Uncle Lio's lost hope? Kenu's tremors? Parro's endless, terrifying nightmares and the way they make him scream?

What about Auralia?

"Come on, dear," her mother urges, lining her fingers beneath hers.

Lorilee tears her eyes from the pearl. Stares into her mother's eyes, feels like she's gazing at a stranger. "It'll all be fixed?" she asks, with the weary innocence of a child who has seen too many nightmares be made real.

"Yes."

But that's a lie. Grandfather will be fine. Uncle Lio will relearn how to hope. Kenu's hands will steady. Parro's nightmares will fade. But Auralia? She's dead. Gone.

Does she not care about that? Is it just a consequence of the curse branching fire in her heart?

It couldn't be. It didn't take her sympathy or her humanity or her memories. She should still care that her daughter is dead, even if she's shielded from the full brunt of it by not knowing how it is to love her now, as a ghost.

"What about Auralia? She's not--" she chokes, grief weighted in her throat. She'd set out for the pearl once she learned about Auralia and she hadn't paused to let herself grieve. The past weeks have been almost comforting, in a way. She was living in her sister's ghost. But now? She had to let that go. Let her go. "She's not coming back."

The gravity of the idea is enough to steamroll her into the polished wood floor. She loves Auralia, wants to (with a selfish part of her that was born in her guilt) hold onto this piece of her, never let it go.

But none of them would agree. It's a loss, losing this, but they've all given so much just so they could have a chance. It would save them. Nullify the hex hovering over all their heads.

It's so selfish, wanting to just keep it.

She drops her gaze to it again, memorizes the soft way light glints into rainbows, the weight of it, the cold that's somehow become a comfort even though she's always hated winter. She opens her hands. The pearl falls. It's phantom still rests in her hands, like morning frost and nightfall stone. It lands, safe, into her mother's.

It feels like losing Auralia again. The ghost of the moment her mother said she was gone.

But it was worth it. She cannot let her sentimentality and regret keep her from hollowing her sister's sacrifice of its purpose. Auralia died for their family and she has to honor that choice.

[ford-ye-fiji]

👀 I am curious ✨

Elyria continued, waving a gloved hand, the diamonds on her fingers catching the candlelight, drawing more than several eyes their way. The redhead thrived on the attention, voice raising just a little, "Why, the goddess has not chosen a child outside of the Rifan family line for fifteen hundred years. The longest line of succession yet. The next Enfant du Clair dé Lûne will undoubtedly be one of his children."

A man next to her, clearly having overheard, frowned, "Excuse me, but we all have a chance don’t we, my lady?" His dress spoke of a low status, a crow among the court's finery. He might’ve been a pauper off the street for all they knew.

Auralia's nose wrinkled with disdain on instinct. Elyria, however, was not one to take offense at someone of low birth addressing her. Elyria was of that new growing breed where ancestry and title did not matter. The only language that she spoke was money, "Of course we do. But let’s be honest here, the High Prince drove off the hoards of ogres nearly singlehandedly last summer. His sister, Crown Princess Nadia, has spent years in the Sol courts serving as ambassador. They have worlds of experience ahead of us."

The man wilted, "I suppose so my lady, but, if I may be so bold, Selene has been known to choose the less than obvious. Why, the Emperor's grandfather was the palace's stable boy."

Elyria shrugged, waving a gloved hand airily, "There’s always a chance. That’s why you’re here, after all."

The man grinned a little sheepishly, "Isn’t that why we're all here?"

Auralia was growing tired of this conversation. Mingling with the peasantry wasn’t why she was here. She added politely to them, just a hint of friendly teasing in her overly cheerful tone, "Well, I, for one, am here for the food and for the food only." They all tittered charmingly and, thankfully, moved on.

[sympathyfortheblinderdevil]

All Is Fair: Ch. 19 Velvet

Tommy's plans have everything to do with a little velvet box. Ada and Polly have reservations, but Tommy is off to the country to bring back his bride.

Sorry for the giant-ass hiatus. I've had Covid and complications from Covid, so it has been tough to find my muse. I hope you like this offering.

“On the table by the window will be fine, and if Mrs. Gray arrives before we’ve come down, send her up here,” Ada spoke quietly to the maid who had brought a tray of tea and scones into the bedroom. She didn’t want to wake the boys, who were sleeping uncharacteristically late for a Christmas morning. Her own chances for a good night’s sleep had been poor to nonexistent after Tommy dropped his bombshell.

She’d had a bath and fixed her face and hair before the sun crept over the eastern treeline of Tommy’s estate. By the time the sky had begun to fade into the bruised lavender shade that she loved best, she had slipped into a burgundy satin and velvet pantsuit. She stood at the window and watched the dawn go fuchsia, then salmon, and finally pale blue before she rang for tea. The loosely draped satin of her top flowed like liquid as she poured her first cup and waited for Aunt Pol.

Like many others who were raised with very little, Polly celebrated Christmas in a big way. The loss of her own children and the hardships she faced while raising her nieces and nephews had meant that she couldn’t get enough of a proper Christmas morning through the eyes of a child. Polly made it a point to be with Charlie or Karl or both on Christmas morning, and she brought enough gifts to make Croesus blush. True to form, she came down Tommy’s drive, fresh from sunrise mass, as Ada poured her second cup of tea. Ada stifled a giggle as she watched one of the house boys struggle under the weight of a huge red flannel bag filled with gifts, but her lightened mood was short-lived as her mind returned to the news she had to relay to her aunt.

“Happy Christmas, Ada,” Polly sang as she walked through the door and pulled Ada into a hug.

Ada squeezed her back with all her might inhaling deeply the scent of French perfume. When she pulled away, she placed her finger to her lips to warn Aunt Pol to be quiet. “The boys aren’t awake yet. Have some tea.”

“I’d rather go wake the boys. Who ever heard of having a lie in on Christmas morning?”

Ada wrinkled her brow and gestured toward the sitting area, “I really need to speak with you before this all gets started. It’s Tom.”

As they settled into a pair of dainty boudoir chairs, Polly lit a long brown cigarette and sighed, “This had better not ruin my Christmas. What’s he done now?”

“Well there are two things, and they are somewhat related,” Ada started. As much thought as she had given the recent turn of events, when it came down to telling Aunt Polly, she didn’t quite know where to begin.

Polly took a long drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke towards the window, where the draft from the aging sill sent it wafting into curlicues. “Take your time, love, but those boys will be awake before long.”

Ada looked down at her fidgeting hands. “Esme is in town, and Tommy is getting married.”

Polly sat up noticeably straighter and raised her voice. “And just exactly how are those two things related?”

“Tommy is marrying Lia, but I think Esme is partially responsible for his sudden decision to propose.”

The whole story came spilling out of Ada starting with how Jenny came after Tommy, armed with information that she got from her copper boyfriend and Esme. “She told him that if he really cared about Lia, he’d let her go before she got hurt.” She took a deep breath and wrinkled her nose, nearly afraid to voice her thoughts to Pol, “I’m convinced that he’s marrying the girl half out of spite.”

Polly nodded knowingly. “And the other half is that he loves her and doesn’t want to lose her. This impulsivity, it isn’t like him.”

“Apparently, Esme laid it on rather thick. She had Jenny talking about tormented souls and such.”

Polly was taken aback. That Esme—she could hold a grudge like no other. The family would need to get a handle on her. On the other hand, all of their lives depended on the protection and discretion of Moss and his men. If there was any trouble in the ranks, it would need to be swiftly dealt with. Jenny’s man was a liability.

“Is Tommy getting rid of the copper?”

Ada nodded in the affirmative. “Tommy contacted Moss and to let him know about the leak in his department. He told Moss that the money that changes hands between them is meant to ensure discretion on the part of his officers and that any more exceptions would mean a change in leadership at the top. The only reason that Jenny’s man hasn’t been permanently reassigned to guarding the prison’s shithouses is that Tommy ordered him to keep Jenny away from Lia. At least until he can marry her.”

Polly nodded and raised her eyebrows in agreement. “What about Esme?”

“He said wants to make things right with her. He said it’s not right that she’s a Shelby, but she won’t even take our money for her children. He wants to call a truce and set something up for her and the kids.”

Polly scoffed, “I’ll handle Esme. She’s more likely to take it if it’s coming from me.”

A melancholy feeling came over Ada all of a sudden. She remembered taking care of John’s kids when Martha died. They were like her little brothers and sisters, but before long Freddie was back from France and babysitting was the farthest thing from her mind. Then a few years later they lost John on Christmas day. She wished she had spent more time with them all. Maybe there was hope for some kind of reconciliation. It would be nice to have John’s children around.

There were sounds of movement in the hallway, and they realized that their time was almost up. Polly leaned forward and asked, “And this marriage proposal? Did you see it coming?”

Ada cut her eyes toward the door then back to Polly. “No, Aunt Pol, just a few days ago I was worried that he was growing bored of her and that he was going to break her heart. I believe that when Jenny told him that Esme was on about curses and the blood of the innocent on his hands, it got to him. I think he has it in his mind that Lia is his second chance...his saving grace. He says he wants to keep her safe, give her the Shelby name. He kept saying that he doesn’t want to lose her. He was saying things like, ‘I have to do this the right way this time.’ Just talk to him. I’d love to have her in the family, but she's not like us. I want to see Tom happy, but it’s not fair to drag her into this life without knowing what she’s getting into.”

***

The following morning, Tommy stepped into his study to find Polly curled up on the end of the couch while she smoked and waited for her tea to cool.

He circled around his desk, unlocked the drawer, and slid a blue velvet box into his coat pocket before announcing, “I’m off”

Polly smiled into her teacup, “Where are you going?”

“You know where, Pol,” he grunted as he pulled on his overcoat.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes. As much as I’ve ever loved anything.”

“Anything or anyone?” She let her words settle on him as she took a long drag from her cigarette. “You know there's a difference, right? I know she makes you feel alive and strong. I know she adores you and makes you feel like the most important person in the world, but, Tommy, she’s a real woman with a real heart that can be broken.”

“I know that. No one’s heart is getting broken.”

He crossed the room to where Polly sat and gazed down at her with those limpid blue eyes that made her want to believe him.

“I know what I’m doing, Pol. No one’s heart will be broken.”

She reached out for his hand and squeezed it with both of hers, softly smiled, and whispered, “Alright, Tommy, alright.”

***

Tommy walked along the path that led to the barn, his boots crunching into the near-frozen gravel. His left arm swung at his side; the fingers of his right hand unconsciously rubbed the velvet of the ring box that was nestled in the pocket of his coat.

As he approached the barn, he could hear the rise and fall of indistinct voices. One of them was unmistakably hers. He stopped walking and took in the scene before him. A few milk cans stood against the wall, and a hay wagon was parked beside a neatly kept fence. A collie poked her muzzle out of the barn door, perked up her ears, and warily barked.

“What is it, girl?” Lia said as she patted the dog’s back and stepped around her.

He hardly recognized the girl standing before him: face scrubbed clean, hair tied back with a workman’s kerchief, clad in dungarees crammed into muck boots, and a barn jacket that was at least two sizes too big for her.

“Tommy! What on earth are you doing here?” she gasped.

A weathered voice called from behind her, “Who’s here Lia-Bug?”

Her father came out of the stall just in time to see Lia rush to Tommy and throw her arms around him.

“I can’t believe you’re here. You should’ve sent word that you were coming.” Her muffled words were warm as she nuzzled her chilled face into his neck.

Tommy gently pulled her away to his side and cleared his throat. Lia’s father stood a few feet away, wiping his hands on a kerchief like the one tied in Lia’s thick waves. His moss-green eyes never wavered from Tommy’s as he spoke, “Auralia, where are your manners?”

He stepped up to Tommy with his hand extended, “Patrick Montrose. You must be Thomas Shelby.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Montrose. Call me Tommy.”

With his hand gripped firmly around Tommy’s he returned, “Alright, Tommy. You might as well call me Paddy since we’re damn near the same age.”

[buns-with-a-book]

A pair of private drabble requests from @nimnox

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“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

(set in FFXV, pre-canon, both parties are of age)

Cassandra Auralia could only marvel at her friend, Taylor Oriol. The trust she had in her, she wondered if she could ever repay her for it. The two were in her bedroom, having Cassandra’s home to themselves while her parents were out. As far as they knew, they had the night to themselves. It was just a sleepover, after all. 

“Are you sure?” Cassandra asked once more, staring down at her friend. She knew that Taylor got nervous easily, no thanks to her overbearing cruel mother. “Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Taylor nodded, a hand reaching up to hold onto her shoulder. “I want to hear you Tay.” Cassandra gently urged, her hand still resting on her thigh. 

“I-I’m sure.” She whimpered. Cassandra nodded and her hand gently moved up to the waistband of her pants, sliding down underneath. 

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“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

(Cassandra/V)

Cassandra smirked as her fingers gently rolled the sensitive nub of V’s nipple, the poet shivering under her touch. The two had finally a private moment together, to indulge in base desires, and Cassandra wasn’t going to waste this.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” She murmured into his shoulder, a gentle tease. He let out a dry chuckle before it was replaced by a moan. She had pinched the nipple lightly. She smirked from the reaction she got. “I wonder if I can make you cum just from this...”

“You are truly cruel...” V panted.

“I’ve been called a lot of things, my dear poet.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Cruel’s one of them.” Her kisses crept up his jawline before barely hovering over his lips. “Fuck, those lips of yours...I might reconsider torturing you so.” He smirked at her words before she was flipped over, her back on the ground. She blinked in shock before staring up at him, currently straddling her. “I take that back.” 

“It is my turn to torture you.” V purred, lust burning in those beautiful green eyes of his. He leaned forward, his lips barely grazing hers. “And I won’t be so gentle.” 

Well. Fuck. 

[jessmusedtech]

Week 11 - Auralia and lift pitch

In this week's class we had Peter Lee, creator of Auralia and Musition, show us the many useful features of his software. Auralia was focused on ear training while Musition was more focused on music theory and musicianship. I was pretty amazed by the range of topics that they covered and it would definitely have everything needed for a high school class. One of the most useful things that I picked up was the amount of customisation you could do, e.g. assigning certain topics to different students or different classes etc. Another great thing was that the software marks quizzes for you, so it removes the need for having to hand out 150 pieces of paper and then having to mark each individual quiz. Instead, you can just assign the quiz online and then all the results are easily accessible through the software. This would definitely be a great tool to use in the classroom for ear training exercises as well as set as homework outside of class, meaning more time could be spent on other practical things. The second half of the class was a bit different as we had to all pitch our ideas for our big tech project and it was really cool hearing about everyone's ideas, which ranged from interactive websites to recycled instruments to remixes. I hadn't really had any ideas until I looked at the list of project ideas and I really resonated with the idea of creating a children's story book. When I was younger, I really loved writing short stories and creative writing, though this definitely fizzled out once I got to high school (high school English really drained my creativity). But anyways, I really loved the idea of putting together multiple creative elements e.g. writing, drawings and composition. So, deciding on an idea actually came fairly quickly and easily, thankfully for me. James also brought up the idea of collaboration and getting someone else to do the illustrations for me, which I will definitely consider because of my extremely lacking drawing ability. This may depend on how well I can create the illustrations digitally but I may ask some friends who are significantly better at drawing at me what they think.