#BOOK TWO YEEEE!!!

[yerimoonlight]

Siri...Play Traitor on repeat because The Legacy of Yangchen is coming out in July and I still have not forgiven Kavik.

[intooned]

Jaune, waiting at the airport for his wife.

Jaune: "Welcome back!"

Blake: "Hun? I told you you didn't have to pick me up."

Jaune: "Yeah, but I know Kali would have tons of souvenirs for you to bring back for Ochre and me."

Blake: "Oh I see, you're just here for the presents!"

Jaune: "That... and some of those catnip kisses~"

Blake: "Stop it, It was only a three-day weekend."

Jaune: *peppering kisses along her jawline* "And we're gonna make up for all of that lost time later~. But for now, let me take some of this off your hands."

Blake: "What did I ever do to deserve you two in my life?"

Jaune: "Probably the exact same thing you're gonna do to me tonight-"

Blake: "Hush you!"

Jaune: *laughing* "Speaking of, Ochre and I have a surprise for you waiting in the livingroom."

Blake: "...*gasp* the deep-cushion, book-nook, plush loveseat that kept selling out?"

Jaune: "Yup! Just finished assembling it before heading over."

Blake: "How did you even find-! ...you just finished it?"

Jaune: "Huh? Yeah."

Blake: "And came straight here?"

Jaune: "Yeeees?"

Blake: "Hun. Did you throw away the box before leaving?"

Jaune: "Uh, no? I was gonna leave it in the livingroom for a few days, like a normal person."

Blake: "Oh my gosh, we have to get home! Our daughter's in grave danger!"

Jaune: "Blake, she's almost 14, she can be left alone for 30 minutes, plus she's OUR daughter."

Blake: "That only guarantees my fears!"

*15 minutes later*

Blake: *Bursts through the door* "OCHRE?! SWEETIE?!"

Jaune: "... you know what? Your side of the family is taking this one, that is 100% YOUR daughter."

My idea of a Knightshade kid:

Calico cat Faunus, sweetheart, gullible, huge derpy cat vibes. A precious bimbo/himbo. Semblance: "Juggernaut" converts momentum into raw strength and impervious skin. Discovered her semblance after tumbling down a hill... and obliterating a large boulder at the bottom with her forehead.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Headmaaaaster! Library inventory is finally done! We're missing three books - Architecture of the Shaftlands, Properties of Blot, and Obscure Facts on the Great Seven. Should I hunt down who borrowed them last? Ooh! Can I take Floyd with me? Or maybe Riddle? I'm not very intimidating on my own, but - ooh, actually! Lemme take Epel! He's wild! We'll get those books back for sure!

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm to complete your librarian work to its fullest, however…!” The headmaster’s feathers stood on end, agitated. “There really is no need for you to go to such lengths to retrieve missing books! Intimidation should not be a factor to consider!!”

"Aww, it's not?" you pouted, visibly deflating. "But it'd be much more efficient than just going up and trying to pry the books from their hands!"

"We are talking about your fellow students!" Crowley chided. “Yet you speak of them as though they are not your peers, but wild beasts to be 'hunted', animals to wrangle, savages that will go at each other's throats at the slightest inclination! We are far more civil gentlemen than that, I assure you!"

“Eeeh, that’s not what I recall,” you pointed out, patiently rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Floyd squeezes people, Riddle collars them, and Epel kicks their as—”

“Civilized gentlemen!!” Crowley repeated, cutting in. “While I’m certain our students are dedicated to the pursuit of learning, I doubt any of them would so fiercely defend a book! Why, just the other day I had to rescue one from being callously tossed onto the ground! ‘Lame read,’ the student had said—can you believe them, desecrating valuable knowledge like that?!

“In any case, there are already measures in place to punish those who fail to observe our rules. If a borrower does not return their items or significantly damages them, they must pay an associated fee to the school. You see? There are non-corporal ways to penalize rule breakers, while simultaneously filling our coffers~”

“There will be no squeezing, collaring, or ‘ass kicking’! You’re to secure those missing books through nonviolent means. Do you hear me? NONviolent," he stressed.

“Yeeees, sir,” you drawled unenthusiastically. The hand behind your back had two fingers crossed.

A lie.

The headmaster wouldn’t have to know, right?

[sageofgrief]

"i love my dads"

︱ shu yamino x claude clawmark [clawmino] , clawmino are your dads , overworked and sick reader , they take care of you

divider by cafekitsune

art by mijubread

you waltzed into the living room with your backpack full of books and laptop, you've been so overworked this past month because of exams and you so conviently also got sick because of one of your classmates. your eyelids slowly start to close and then you were off to dreamland.

as you were in the slumber, one of your dads, claude, walks into the living room and sees the scene. he walks up to the couch and sits down with you, putting his hand on your forehead, "poor thing..." he whispered under his breath. he decided to take matters into his own hands and take care of you for the rest of the weekend, he sat you up and took your backpack off and set it on the ground, right as he was doing this, shu walks in humming, "...hm? what's wrong with them?" shu rushed to your side, "they're overworked, shu.. i mean have you seen them all month? they've been at it nonstop..." claude explained as shu puts his palm on your forehead, "you take them to bed, i'll go make tea" shu assembled a plan. despite both of them being strong and having muscly arms, claude liked carrying you more because it reminded him of when you were a little baby and he would just never let you go, it almost makes him emotional everytime he princess carries you. now that you were in university and have your own dorm, you're always busy and rarely home. shu knew what he was doing when he asked claude to carry you up to your bedroom.

one arm went under your legs and the other just below your shoulder, on your back. claude princess carried you upstairs and gently set you down on the bed. he strokes your hair, moving it out of your face. everytime he strokes your hair it reminds him of the times when you were little and your 2 dads would sit on the edge of your bed and sing you songs to help you sleep, having 2 dads that can both sing definitely had alot of pros. sometimes when you were little and walking past their bedroom, you could hear shu practice singing your favorite songs to sing you to sleep tonight.

shu walked in with a tray with a cup of tea and a thermometer, he walked closer to the bed and set the tray down on your bedside table, "don't you miss this?" shu chuckled and he sat right behind claude, rubbing his shoulders. "im happy they're working hard to chase their dreams, but yea sometimes i do just miss family time.." claude answered. as the two were talking, your eyes slowly open to see them. they both smile warmly at you, "morning, sleepyhead.." claude greeted you, "hun, it's 6pm.." shu nerded, to which claude looked at him with a look. you laughed at the two and sat up, "anyway.. have some tea, sweetie" claude looked back to you and gave you the warm cup of tea, "thanks, dad.." you coughed out and drank the warm liquid. it was just what you needed.

shu scooted on the bed to sit next to you, and you instinctively layed the side of your head on his shoulder. claude smiled warmly at the both of you and pulled out his phone to snap a picture, "daaad... really?" you rolled your eye jokingly, shu just laughed and striked up a peace sign. "yeeees really" claude laughed as he took the picture commemorate this cute moment.

lowkey need another njsj writer to write clawmino as fathers too😭🫳 i love them..

[weirdraccoon]

Another idea if you're interested 💕.

Praticamente il seguito di un'idea già realizzata.

MC e Sebastian hanno un appuntamento romantico (o un intoppo di lavoro come preferisci) e chiedono a Eleazar di fare da babysitter alla piccola Miriam per qualche ora e proprio in quel momento Miriam decide di sviluppare una magia accidentale (sparando fuoco dalla sua bocca ecc.)

ohmygodohmygodyeeees!!! (i haven't forgotten about the last one, just these days I'm not feeling up for anything but this one yeeees!!!"

I hope google translate didn't muck it up cause I don't know Italian xd

Practically the sequel to an idea already realized.

MC and Sebastian have a romantic date (or a business snag as you prefer) and ask Eleazar to babysit little Miriam for a few hours and just then Miriam decides to develop accidental magic (shooting fire from her mouth etc. )

will also add a silly drawing later. this gave me "jack jack attack" vibes

Fig waved goodbye from his doorstep, also grabbing little Miriam's hand to wave goodbye to her parents. The young couple had the privilege to be invited to a gala celebrating something or other at the Ministry, or like Sebastian liked to explain it "to suffer through a night of schmoozing and networking".

Well, if EmSea wanted to become Minister she had to schmooze and network as much as possible. And Ominis would be there to help them. Fig wasn't too worried about his girl's ambitions.

"How about we have some dinner and then we listen to music while we do our homework?"

Miriam was only five years old, way too young to go to Hogwarts, but with parents like hers, she had been introduced to magical and muggle culture and history from the moment she was born. Sebastian, mainly, loved to read to her and he taught her how to read in record time. EmSea, on her part, liked to stroll in muggle London, taking her daughter with her so she could understand muggles were as human as wizarkin. So far, it seemed like the little girl loved all the muggle items she saw in her walks, but also all the old traditions wizards practice.

And she was already showing signs of powerful magic.

Fig never saw any of this, but according to Sebastian and EmSea, little Miriam was proficient at the summoning charm. There was nowhere in their house where they could hide the cookies or candy. Miriam always found them or summoned them from their places to her little hands.

At least she hadn't shown any ancient magic yet. Fig didn't know for sure how EmSea grew up or how dangerous her accidental magic was, but he hoped little Miriam didn't face the same obstacles as her mom did.

Miriam wouldn't have to hide her magic, bury it so deep it only came out under duress at her almost fifteen years old... No. Fig, along with Sebastian, EmSea, and Ominis (who has been an excellent godfather so far) would make sure Miriam grew up loved and safe and developing her magic to her full potential.

So, thinking about the books he read about kids' healthy development, Fig played some classic music that was supposed to help with attention and mind awareness.

"I like that," Miriam babbled, dutifully coloring the book her father left her with. "It's... relaxing," she giggled, laying her head on top of the book.

Fig smirked, glad the child liked it. He sat on his sofa with the new year's lesson plan and focused on correcting it. His apprentice was good but still needed some corrections here and there, specifically when organizing the topics from general to specific.

He wasn't sure how much time went by, but suddenly he realized Miriam had been way too quiet for a little five-year-old. He peeked over his papers and froze when he saw her missing.

"Shoot," he jumped to his feet, trying not to panic. "Ok, ok, it's ok. The wards won't let her go out, she has to be here," he looked around. The flat wasn't too big: a kitchen, a dining space, the living space he was currently standing in, two bedrooms, and one bathroom. "Miriam?" He called. "Where are you, you little snidget?"

Nothing.

Then.

Giggles echoed around him, sending shivers down his spine and making him look around with anxiety.

"I knew EmSea was a demon but why did she have a demon baby?" He muttered, then walked to the hallway that led to EmSea's old room. "Miriam?"

Something popped behind him, making him flinch and turn with his wand in hand.

There was nothing there.

Another 'pop'. Then another. And another. Surrounding him.

"Oh my dear Merlin, Miriam, are you apparating!?" He cried. "That's. that's dangerous, dear! Just- Hey! Who wants a cookie?"

Pop!

Miriam apparated right into his arms. He grunted and caught her before she could fall.

"I like cookies, gran'pa," Miriam grinned innocently.

"Yeah, ok," Fig sighed, tightening his hold on her. "But no more apparating. And your mom said only one before going to bed."

Miriam frowned but kept quiet as Fig took her to the kitchen. Her wide brown eyes observed as he opened the cupboard over the sink and revealed the full jar of cookies. He grabbed only one.

"Here, let's go back to sitting, shall we?"

Miriam munched on her cookie, but her eyes were glued to the cupboard.

Suddenly, it caught on fire.

"Fuck!" Fig shouted, placing Miriam on the floor. "Shit. No- Don't- Don't repeat those words, ok darling?" Then he ran back to the kitchen, trying to stop the fire with a couple of spells.

When the fire died out, he turned to make sure Miriam wasn't injured.

He found her munching on more cookies, jar safely guarded between her legs.

"This is going be a long night, isn't it?"

Miriam giggled.

Then floated.

The music didn't sound so relaxing anymore.

[cat-esper]

Find the Word Tag

I'VE BEEN TAGGED!! Yeeee, thanks for tagging me @illarian-rambling and @smudged-red-ink

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks, @revenantlore, @shardkeeperwip, and @sentfromwolves

Your words are return, last, dream, and forgive

I'm doing these for The Last Paladin book 3 and my words are flutter, accent, pass, sweat, blood, fall, moon, and slide.

Flutter

She didn't catch anything at first and feared she was too late but as she pressed in more firmly, she thought she caught a flutter of pulse. She didn't need to be a doctor to know things were bad. "She's alive. Help me with her," Chelsea begged as Thallow slid into the shed. She undid the buttons of her stolen lab coat and shucked it off, then gently tried to find where the woman was injured.

Accent

"Shay Finnegan," she said, his name curling around her accent like smoke. "I didn't think you would ever come to one of these." She spoke in Spacer's Common. Chelsea had been practicing the language but still wasn't so good at it. Fortunately, her translator did most of the heavy lifting. "Ahmey," Shay said with a grin. "Eh, figured I'd check it out. I was bored." Ahmey barked a swift laugh, revealing white teeth that were fused together into a single plate. "I'm sure."

Pass

"Please let us pass," she said. The mask muffled her voice but she knew they had no problem hearing her. "I'm an agent of the Priory and I have business elsewhere." "I'm sorry, but we can't let you go any further," the soldier nearest to her said. "We have our orders. You're to get back in your shuttle and return to the planet." Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. "Respectfully, sir, no," Solika replied, planting her feet firmly. "We're on the same side here and I demand the right to pass. But I will resist, if you force me to. And someone will get hurt."

Sweat

Magic flooded her skin, seeped from her pores, and twined around her fingers, making her seem to glow. Except that wasn't the result she wanted. She wanted to control the light coming in from outside. She tried to envision the light as beams hitting her skin, pelting her like the rain of Petrichor. And then she imagined those beams missing her, skidding off her skin and shooting away. It felt like a cool breeze on hot, sweat-laced skin, and she knew that it was working. She allowed the sensation to travel up across her body, lines of light tracing her contours but not touching her and not going through, only around. Her vision darkened and she blinked rapidly, remembering to allow a bit of light to hit only her eyes. The first time she'd done this successfully, she'd blinded herself and Shay had to explain that bending the light away from her eyes would do that. So when she and Shay were done, they were each just a pair of floating pupils, small and dark enough to hopefully avoid notice. She tried her very best not to laugh about it.

Blood

Two things happened at once. Shay and the magic he'd summoned vanished as if they were never there, because they weren't. And Thallow cried out, dropping to the ground. "Thallow!" Chelsea reached for him and both she and Meshyl collapsed. Thallow clutched at his side, his teeth clenched. When Chelsea looked up, she saw that Marr was standing with his rifle raised, pointing at Thallow, his face twisted into a snarl. Just beyond him, Quincy fired wildly into the night while Reaver tried to drag him back with one hand, the other gripping his rifle still. "It's just a graze," Thallow bit out, pulling his hand away from his side where it was slick with blood. The rain watered it down almost instantly so that it ran like watercolor off the side of his hand.

Fall

It turned and walked away. Solika took a step after it. But she was unarmed. Its movements were fluid and smooth and as the light caught on its arms, they gleamed wickedly like scythes. If she fought it now, it would give her a fight, certainly, but it would only put Bela in danger. She let it go. Its invitation was obviously a trap. Just look at what happened as soon as she and Bela had arrived on SD-5R9. She wasn't going to fall for that a second time. But she would definitely be seeing it again. This was far from over.

Slide

Shay's face loomed out of the rain, his hair sopping and dripping into his eyes. And beyond him, a hooded figure held up a lantern, its bright light burning through the haze of rain. In his other hand he held something the size of a remote control, emitting that ringing whine that seemed to squirm under Chelsea's skin and slide across the bones of her inner ear. She spun back around, looking for her mom, but she wasn't there. "What?" She cast about frantically. She was just here. She was just here! "Where is she? Shay, let me go. I saw my mom!" Her voice broke and briefly matched the whine of the stranger's device. She wanted to cry. She might already be crying, her tears mixing with the rain. Her chest constricted and her stomach shuddered with the beginnings of a sob. "We have to get inside; follow me." The hooded figure swung his lantern around, the beam flashing across Chelsea's eyes and temporarily blinding her. She blinked and made out a shape beneath the dripping hood, eyes shadowed and mouth a thin line. And then he hurried through the rain and Shay pulled Chelsea after him.

[r0-boat]

So like, Imagine.

Emmet is ranting to the substitute hero.

"Honestly, Months of scheming all for some Nobody to waltz through the door."

"Wow harsh."

"Ah well, even with your sub optimal brain activity you'll make a verrry good meal for my Joltiks."

"Wa-wait a minute I didn't Ask to cock block you. Ya know! I've got my own nemesis who's probably really confused why (Reader Hero Name) is crashing our work date instead of me...crashing my own work date. You get the idea!"

"I am Emmet and I am confused. You did not Choose this assignment?"

"Nope, I'm supposed to be down town watching a terribly adapted book flick. I mean, stopping my nemesis from destroying a movie theater...playing the terribly adapted book flick. We'd throw some one liners, throw some debris, Accidentally destroy those awful movie files in the process. Then sit in the wreckage and eat some popcorn together."

"But instead I'm Here being insulted by, you, because one of our company supervisor's doesn't believe Hero Nemesis relationships should be encouraged. So neither of us is having a good day."

"I see...and what is the Name of this supervisor?"

"..."

A few minutes later after the Substitute hero is untied.

"Okay so this is the Supervisor's name and image on the company website. Asshole doesn't even set Foot in the office half the time. Just constantly telling us 'lowly workers' where to go otherwise we get our asses chewed. Last week he said if he catches us taking 'too long with our villian interactions' we could suffer a pay dock. Can you believe that shit?"

"How awful." Ingo agrees as he buzzes around readying their transport.

"Verrry unprofessional. But please continue." Emmet prompts taking notes.

"Oh that's the Tip of the iceberg, there's also a gag order on heroes communicating with their nemesis on the clock otherwise it's Major disciplinary action. Like how does that make sense!? How are heroes supposed to go Meet their villains in battle if we can't communicate!? Also his car looks like this...and..."

Meanwhile at the Movie Theater. The Hero Reader is consoling the Substitute Hero's Villan.

"Like, we planned this date for Months. I know Pookie said work was really cracking down, but I never expected they'd pull This!" CRASH! "IT'S SO NOT FAAAAAAAIR!"

You patted the now monstrous form of the villain on the shoulder as they sobbed. Slow day at the movie theater meant minimum evacuations and without your own villains your heart really wasn't in it for battle.

"There there, I know the feeling you're going through. My day as a hero just isn't complete until I've heard my villains' monolog at least once."

"WELL WAIT NO LONGER MY DARRRLING!"

The hero reader swivels to see the twins and the substitute hero standing in the entrance to the movie theater with snacks from the concession stand.

"Boys!?"

"POOKIE!!!"

"Hi babe! OOF!" You were too stunned to laugh as your coworker was engulfed in a twirling hug by their nemesis. "I'm So sorry babe. I wanted to tell you what happened but-"

"Shh," The other villian assured, now back in their more humanoid appearance. "I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings Pookie, I'm just happy you found a way to be here."

"Well, I can't take full credit for that idea." You coworker gestured to your own villains. "Now, let's go tear that movie to shreds!"

"YEEEES!"

The two ran further into the complex with a STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP to find the flick that had apparently offended them so.

You were still a little bewildered but smiled after them. Two peas in a pod it seemed.

"What's on your mind, dearest?" Emmet cooed, draping his arms over your shoulders and pressing his lips to your temple.

You leaned into the warmth. "That was a sweet thing you two did." You commented. "Giving up your own plan so those two could have their date I mean."

"Technically it was a mutual exchange." Ingo supplied coming to your side and taking your hand so he could bring it to his lips for a kiss.

"Indeed, coming here led us to you. We would not have done so otherwise." Emmet assured, with almost complete confidence.

"True, but you could've goaded my coworkers villian into coming to You. But instead you did the opposite." You felt Emmet tense. "Gotcha, you big softie."

"I am Emmet and I am Not Soft."

"Okay but you are though."

"I am Not!"

"Are."

"NOT!"

"Are~"

"No-Mmph! Mmm...mmm..." His protest was cut off by him melting into your affection.

You smiled against Emmet's lips as you broke the kiss. Then you whispered "are~"

Emmet blushed and grumbled, but didn't release you from the hold he had on your back. Ingo even let out a small chuckle before taking his turn for some of your affection.

"Mmm," Ingo's lips parted from yours only briefly before he went back for more. You'd all missed this.

"But don't worry. That's why I adore you both so much. My nemeses." You cooed happily. "Now Ingo could you step back a moment dear?"

"Hm? Of course." He did so. "But may I ask wh-?"

You wrapped your arms around one of Emmet's and fuckin TOSSED his ass, (but landed him gently) over your shoulder onto the movie theater carpet.

He was stunned for a moment, before a huge grin broke across his face even as he lay flat out on the floor. "You are going to regret that Hero!"

You felt warmth pool in your cheeks and body. "We'll just have to see about that. Villians!" You hopped back, feeling your power course through your veins as your twins readied their offense.

"En garde Boys!

And so on that day a new loophole was discovered regarding heroes and nemesi double dates, the public loves a good collaboration after all.

Well, there was One person who wasn't thrilled about the outcome. But as one person might say "They had barely enough brain activity to satisfy a Joltik, so who cares what they think?"

Can you imagine a giant monster of a villain just sitting in a tiny seat being consulted by the hero and the just hand them a small tissue. The huge monster thanks them politely and takes the tiny tissue with their sharp claws.

Also thank you so much for this Beaker! this describes exactly the kind of tone this Au would have.

Also also, I would like to imagine the Board is confused and very concerned when all of their Heroes just started banging their villains, and they don't know what to do. Obviously, they couldn't fire all their workers, so they basically just said no work PDA...lol.

Emmet had "no talk, me angry" energy and I love it.

[beforeiread-studies]

Exam Season - Summer 2024 Edition

Do you remember when back in April studyblr was full of posts that were like "omg my finals i'm dying TT but at least after this week i'll be done forever", WELL I'm in Italy and here exam seasons starts in June and keeps going for an awful lot of time so LUCKY YOU you are done, I'm barely getting started TT

Here is my exam season schedule for the next two weeks:

Tuesday, 4th: English test [passed]

Wednesday, 5th: English Literature A [super passed]

Friday, 7th: Italian Literature (the one I haven't read the book for yet haha)

Monday, 10th: English Literature B + Angloamerican Literature A + Angloamerican Literature B (the day of death) [I survived the day of death yeeee]

Wednesday, 12th: English Language (a different thing from English test) (I have not even looked at the materials at all)

Then I'll take a couple of days off because my friends are visiting (yay!) and then I'll have to start studying for Arabic Literature in July. And then I'll be done and ready to leave for Korea. But gog, that feels so far away.

[shadowbannedthehedgehog]

we brought our coloring book for our 5hr stay at the library yeeeeee also we managed to locate 3 books in the library based on our proposed thesis topic so once we talk to our hopeful supervisor tomorrow we may borrow one or two for the weekend to start reading yeeee

[kierreras]

“jenny is going to change the endgame” AS IF SHE DIDNT ADD THE LETTERS GETTING SWITCHED AND BELLY’S GLASS UNICORN FROM BOOK 3

yeeees! those two details were specifically added to the finale, why are we even nervous? honestly, i cannot wait to see the glass unicorn flashback (even though i dread those flashback scenes with chris and lola because of the costumes). but also the letters! the foreshadowing is insane

[ghostsinthecellar]

yeeee tag game okay let’s go Tagged by: my favorite Katie who is not geographically within 50 miles of me - @tundrakatiebean​!

Nicknames: One person calls me Chobah as a hold out from high school, one or two call my Charlie

Height: 5’5″ bleh

Last thing googled: how long I’ll likely have to stay in the recovery room at the hospital after my surgery lol. not even there and I still already want to go home.

Song stuck in my head: Drunken Sailor and Kim Richey’s A Place Called Home are stuttering in and out of each other, which is about as fun as you’d imagine

Followers: hovering firmly in the mid 300s I believe

Amount of sleep: not enough? uhh usually 7ish hours lately

Lucky number: I’ve always claimed 13 but I don’t actually know

Dream job: uhh okay there’s two! I always always wanted to travel with a renaissance faire, which - they don’t move so much anymore lol. but a residency maybe! I’d love to be a faire photographer or an artist with a permanent shop. otherwise I’d really love to have a photography studio with a focus on coming out and gender reveal shoots for trans and queer folks.

Wearing: my christmas pjs! they’re a dark kinda purpley blue with little stars and moons on ‘em. comfy.

Movies/Books that summarize me: Alice in Wonderland 1999, Quest For Camelot, Home, Dreamcatcher, Lisey’s Story, Duma Key (yes that’s three stephen king books in a row shut up), Ocean at the End of the Lane, uhhh tv shows too because I can - So Weird, X-files, Futurama. Galavant maybe

Fave song: changes all the time but defaults back to Passenger’s Fairytales & Firesides usually

Fave instrument: I don’t play (can’t read music/too impatient to learn) but I love the sound of violins, guitars, and pianos! I’d love to have an ocarina and an ocean drum. :3

Aesthetic: uhh like. okay. like if you stumbled on a weird overgrown shack in the woods and there’s a lively river nearby and you go through a hand-carved heavy wood door and the air smells like baking bread and incense and there’s a cranky old lady in there playing video games sitting in a beanbag chair made of bowling alley carpet?? 

Fave author: Stephen King, unfortunately. also love Neil Gaiman and uhhh Dean Koontz I guess

Fave animal noise: crickets and frogs baby! and loons and whale calls

Random: I started thinking about ocean drums too hard so now I’m watching a youtube video of a guy making a rainy night soundscape with various instruments

Tagging: @futureofthemasses & @quitetheketch if they wanna, or anyone else who might :3c

[kitaychan]

I’m just wondering, do you guys have any urban legends in Columbia? We have a bit of a Latin American population where I live so few of my teachers often talk about their traditions, and stories like La Llorona and I was just wondering if you knew any :)

Yeeees we have a lot hehe some are shared between latin american countries so we also talk about La Llorona though it is originally Mexican!

The tales are usually passed as oral tradition in rural areas though there's already book compilations about them, and there's some located in the capital. The most popular ones are:

La patasola: There's a couple of versions in general it's a creature that poses as a beautiful woman to lure drunk men, when they follow her into the wilderness she turns into a creature that has its legs merged into one and ends in a backward hoove. It's said that she seeks for violent men or hunters and either eats them or makes the dissapear.

La madre monte o madre selva: She's pretty much a spirit of the amazonian rainforest, she lures the hunters with her beauty, disorients them so they perish. She's presented as either this otherworldly beauty, with long locks of curly hair, covered in flowers, ivy and guacamaya feathers or she's given more animal features such as snake eyes, green or colorful skin as that of the venomous frogs and hair that resembles the trees' leaves.

El Mohan: It's a popular tale around the Magdalena river, it's either a mage or creature described as a hairy mossy giant that kidnaps women and takes them to a faraway cave to either eat them or keep them as wives. An excellent swimmer but very hot headed to the point of drowning the fishermen if they cross him.

El hombre caiman: This one is popular in the Caribbean coast, popular enough to have its own song (a vallenato) The tale says that he was a man that liked to spy on the women that bathed on the river, so in order to do so he asked a mage/chamman to turn him into a crocodile, the mage gave him two potions (one to turn into the animal and the other to turn back to human) So, the guy asked a friend to pour the potion into him but when he turned into a crocodile his friend got so scared that he dropped the second potion into the ground. The few drops that fell/splashed into the man are what gave him the half animal, half man appearance but he can't turn back into human and people (specially women) run away from him.

El sombrerón: I think this one is also originally from Mexico (tho I'm not sure) It's basically a ghost rider (yehaw!) A horseman with a huuuuuge hat, accompanied by two ferocious black dogs that carry heavy chains, his red eye horse gallops are as racous as thunder and he usually goes after the drunks (on the Friday of holy week) there's a version that says he starts to warn his victims that he'll put the hat on them and then the hat begans to grow, like a shadow until it reaches the victims, other version says that he rides after you until he finally places the hat on your head. Either way if the hat is on your head you're probably doomed.

[elfdragon12]

Alright, your recent posting about LOTR is actually gdtting my interest.

Yeeee!

The books and Rankin-Bass films were pretty impactful to my young mind. Both of my parents were big nerds and our home was full of 80s fantasy paperbacks. My dad, in particular, loved Lord of the Rings and, when he found the Bakshi adaptation on DVD, he brought it home for us to have a watch (it was an odd experience, let me tell you!).

If, perhaps, reading the beginning of Fellowship of the Ring is difficult (it takes a while for things to really take off), I would suggest audiobooks. The one I listened to on Spotify (there's a version that you don't have to pay for!) was really well produced. User macauleyrobinson.

Also... He writes orcs better than most all of his derivatives. The conversation the orc captains have at the end of the Two Towers is more illuminating for the poisonous culture of Mordor and Sauron.

The Siege of Gondor is full of despair and is quite heavy, but the way it picks up is UGH! So good!

[harrysfolklore]

same to the all-sex-no-plot, the first two books are quite centered on that and there's a lot of gaps on the plot or nonsense things. i don't want to be mean, but i feel like they're that kind of books in which you only need to use 1/4 of your brain to read it.

also, there's some unreleased titles shown in the reel, but perhaps you want it: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7CvDcsg-VO/?igsh=aDAwaWo1bjJ0ZWw5

yeeees i get it! i like reading those kind of books where you don’t need to put much attention into it from time to time but there are good plots for it not just smut and smut

thaaanks i’ll check it out !

[winterximoff]

I saw you love Daisy Jones and Taylor Swift and I've just gotta ask you: have you heard of Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins? It's a fictional biography/oral history ala Daisy Jones abt the 1st woman president and her secret sapphic relationship/bearded marriage with her mlm best friend and has massive Taylor Swift vibes (especially anti hero, last great American dynasty, gold rush, I Did Something Bad, and champagne problems) It also ft. An entirely queer main cast and really fleshed out characters!

Yeeees, I love Taylor Swift, Daisy Jones… and The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo too. The way you said it sounds like a mixture of the two books, so it sounds perfect. But I had never heard of this book before, I will definitely look into it.

[roadkiii]

Entry 1.4.7-3 - slayer

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

Aspect ratio is going to look different now, my desktop is packed so I'm playing on a forge version of 1.4.7 - I couldn't get it to launch from just java for some reason. ANYWAY.

I think I ground on zombies for like 6 hours. I can't just afk, I'm out of their spawning radius if I just sit at the drop point of the grinder :')

Spent my exp enchanting books to get Prot IV on all of my armor, also have a few more books I think I can piece together into a sword. Now it's back to skeletons, I brought some regular golden apples as a just in case to keep me sane. I think this is my 3rd nether trip so let me double check how many skulls I have now

YEEEE okay let me grind on zombies for a little longer to make this sword work

hehehe i want to keep this sword forever. I think I'll do it underground in the end, the obsidian pillars didn't hold all that well in further test runs.

Okay. Three boss gauntlet, let's do this.

I think 17 blocks underground is far enough? I hope. This is kind of stressing me out.

okay jk this was a cake walk. Gapples are amazing. Two more!

That is. a wrap on 1.4. I thought I would need to have completely maxed armor to survive but no, just had to throw some gold blocks away. I have enough left to get roughly a lvl1 beacon going in town, I might strip mine to make it taller.

This one is my trophy, and the other one will probably be a travel beacon (once I work up enough resources to do that) for like.. guardians and stuff.

Up next, redstone and quartz :)

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