#owl coliseum

[boycasanova]

Twst spoilers

Lilia naming Silver after the silver moonlight beams, because he’s now a fae of the night, as a way to reclaim the color from its past silver owl association is so 🤧 Also, we learn two more UMe, Lilia’s Far Cry Cradle, which allows him to piece together people’s identities by seeing their memories, and Sebek’s Living Bolt, which conjures a wave of lightning. Do you think his UM being similar to Malleus’s unconscious magic play any part in his reverence of him?

Also, Maleanor, Malleus’s mother, and the Knight of Dawn, revealed to be Silver’s biological father, we’re finally revealed! While there are slight differences to Maleanor’s face, KOD is just Silver’s model with longer, blond hair. Also, his armor looks like Silver’s Fairy Gala costume, perhaps another example of fae and fairies reclaiming the color from the silver owls :3 Silver could also be as old as Malleus, having been born around the time his egg was laid. He’s place under a spell that makes him sleep, apparently stopping his aging as well, and isn’t found until 400 years after Lilia visits the castle again as it was taken by the humans. Silver wakes up as the magic wears off over time, Lilia says that he was already awake when he got there!

I love the confirmation that fae are being pushed out of their land, it strengthens the theory that Sage’s Island belonged to the fae until humans encroached on it. We see that play out again during camp Vargas, where they encourage the students to use violence to gather resources. It shows the disconnect in nature for the two species. They burned the woods down, decimated it for generations to come, and hindered their population… for a good grade in class. Additionally, most of the students weren’t even aware of it. Memories of ancestral right is a reoccurring theme in TWST, like Malleus gazing up at the stars through Ramshackle’s destroyed roof in book 5. The coliseum we see in book 5, during the culture fest, also bares a striking resemblance to the base we saw in the last chapter, perhaps foreshadowing that Sage’s island was fae territory before they were displaced by humans.

[joydoesathing]

ancient ceremony, blazing coliseum and midnight owl ♀️💤🔥🦉

(SERIES COMPLETED ✨✨✨)

[guardian-of-da-gay]

Knuckles Wachowski who grew up with people chasing him, the last echidna, to use as a weapon or enjoy as an oddity, hearing stories of the savage, greedy echidnas who were vanquished by the noble, wise owls (echidnas who may or may not have even been real!) and this is all out in the open; common knowledge around the galaxy: Knuckles. Last echidna (that possibly fictitious species from the villains.wiki page). "Most Dangerous Warrior in the Galaxy" -- a title earned via involuntary participation in the Casino World coliseums.

And then he comes to earth where nobody knows any of these things about him or his people and he's not gonna tell them because why invite more of that into his life (also, he asked, and his trauma said he can’t show any weakness Or Else).

Only one who knows anything (and thus has context for some of Knuckles' more bizarre behavior and hang-ups)? Tails. Who is eight.

[eptodaytommorowforever]

Events In The History And The Life Of Elvis Presley Today The 14th Of April In 1972.

Elvis Presley performed at the Coliseum, Greensboro, North Carolina at 8:30 p.m. The crowd was 16,300 and Elvis Presley wore the “Royal blue fireworks” jumpsuit with “Royal blue owl” belt and a gold cape! The MGM Camera Crew Filmed And RCA Recorded This Show Performance Concert As They Did include Some Footage In " Elvis On Tour " But Not All As it Still Remains In Dumb RCA SONY'S WARNER'S TURNER'S VAULTS WHY? Rare Candid Photos in Color And In B/W By Sean Shaver From This Show Performance Concert.

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Delivers a Message (Part 15)

It’s deep into the early hours of the morning now. Too late for night owls, too early for early birds, leaving you alone in the empty lobby. You had dismissed the night receptionist who was meant to take your place - too keyed up from interrupting someone’s attempt to have a good night.

One dead. One whose fate rests in the Manager’s hands. Another who yet runs from you. 

Thinking of it causes the corners of your eyes to tighten, the corners of your lips to dip. It was not just Sans who was attacked. No, if it was just Sans, you doubt you’d be so...so restless. Desirous to rip and tear, but in a different way. 

It was that bellboy you had introduced to the Cartel Lieutenant not too long ago. Someone who was in service, who could be of assistance. He was young, oh so terribly young. Too young to be found with a bullet through his head, a boot mark on his chest, multiple bruises on his skin, stuffed into a corner in the utility room just behind the pool pumps. His key was taken - it could access the staff rooms, and from there the tunnels beneath the hotel. 

One of the Continental’s. One of yours. 

No doubt that the Manager would know what to do with the guest once they were found, but you would take your satisfaction from their sentence one way or another. 

Once, you would have been the one with your nose to the ground. Tracking your prey, flitting from shadow to shadow, melding into the crowds. Hunting them down until you had them cornered. Taking their hearts and returning your trophy to your--

No. 

It’s not like that any longer. 

Now you sit and wait for someone else to report their whereabouts. You don’t deny that a part of you itches to be out there. To sink your teeth into a trail, to see them run from you, to...

Alas, that is not your place. Not anymore.

Now your place is to follow afterwards. A hunter trailing after a hound, firearm in hand. A text causes the screen on your phone to light up under the counter, casting a cool glow on your face as you open it to read its contents. 

A name, a number, a location. 

The muscles of your face strain at the appearance of a feral grin. Picking up the phone, you dial the number and dial back the savage expression on your face. Professional, you must be professional. “Good morning, sir. I apologise for calling you at this hour...”

.

.

.

Now, your place is by the Manager’s side, striding out the front doors of the hotel in the company of several guards. Outside, you had already arranged for a valet to come and take you to the Coliseum. A park located within the city, historical and green with a stunning amphitheatre, and most importantly, deserted at this time of the morning. You had made sure it would be. 

The sky bleeds red as night gives way to the early hours of dawn. The wind is biting against the bared skin of your face, tossing your hair ever so slightly. Hidden as you are in the wings, clad in black and melded into the shadows, you can see everything. Including the stands and its many pathways and stairs, stairs which a limping man slowly traverses. As well as the sounds of cars pulling up beyond the entrance, of boots on gravel and asphalt. 

Ah, of course. One would be foolish to come alone. But even more foolish to think additional company would be unexpected.

Wild hair, wild eyes. Ink crawling over his skin. A history, a life, written in black and grey on a tanned canvas. Black leather jacket, tactical pants, heavy boots. 

Down the stairs, up to the stage. Stops, waits, his head on a swivel. Wary. He knows something is coming.

It doesn’t take long. 

Dark figures break away from the shadows of the pillars, the stands, every little crevice, until the man is surrounded on all sides by men and women who bare their guns in their relaxed hands. He stops, tense, and hovers a hand over his belt. 

“No,” he hisses in Spanish through gritted teeth.

The amphitheatre is built for performance. For sound. Its very shape, designed and built in ancient times, causes everything to sound so much louder than it should be. So much so, in fact, that the Manager need not raise her voice for the man to hear her.

“Dearest guest,” she purrs as she sashays over to him, her heels clicking on the stone. “As much as we have enjoyed your patronage, it is time we parted ways.” Coming close enough to him that he could conceivably lash out and strike her, she smiles coyly, her hands in her pockets. “By your own actions, you have broken the rules of the Continental. As such, your membership is now...revoked.”

The man snarls, a hand flying to the gun holstered in his belt, “Fuck you--!”

His swear is cut off by a hand settling on his, pinning it to the gun’s grip, keeping it holstered. He tries to spin around, tries to see what has snared him, and immediately crashes into a firm body. 

Yours.

“Good morning, sir,” you intone with a polite smile, your dead eyes warming to life, like ink slowly bleeding upon parchment. Staring right into his own. “We hope you’ve had a pleasant stay.” 

You can see the blood drain from his face.

“You,” he tries to choke out. His body moves, goes to break the hold you have on his hand. 

Ah, but you are faster. Though it has been a long time since you have seen active combat, this much, your body remembers. Coiling the muscles in your body. Pushing off a foot, gathering the strength from your legs to your hips to your chest, your shoulders. Chambering your arm for a close-range punch to the chest. 

The fingers of your free hand curl inwards, touching the hidden mechanism near the heel of your palm. And with the lightest of deliberate touches, a blade comes flashing out. Darkened steel, sparks of white flashing through it like stars in the darkness, spearing out from under the cuff of your suit, your shirt, affixed to the device hidden around your wrist.

Striking like a bolt of lightning, forceful and in the blink of an eye.

The feeling of metal sinking into soft flesh, then firm muscle. The strength it takes to press on, to scrape past bone and sinew and then--

Ah, the softness that parts around the sharp tip. A wetness leaking forth, faster and faster with every beat of that frantic heart. Dripping and staining your gloves. Your freshly changed gloves. But ah, for this, you won’t mind the chore of cleaning them later.

The man chokes, gripping at your hand with the one not pinned to his gun. He struggles with a hoarse wheeze, snarling into your face with bared teeth, “La devoradora...”

Your eyes, formerly so empty as to reflect the endless abyss of the sea, twinkles - a burst of bioluminescence in the darkness - and you murmur, “Hola.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond.

One move to rip the blade out of his chest. One to break the grip on your wrist to seize it in your grip. Another to rip the gun out from under his hand, to thumb the safety and fit your finger around the trigger in one smooth motion. And then one more to fit it under his chin.

There is only one heartbeat to savour the look on his face, the fear in his eyes, the recognition of who presses the gun to his throat.  

Your hand is stiff, flexing it is like moving through clayish mud. Your repaired ligaments, your scarred muscles feel like stone entombing the grip of the gun and its trigger. For a brief moment, you don’t think you can command your finger to pull it. But then--

And then it is gone with the sharp pop of a gunshot, initiated by a gentle pull of the trigger that sends a shock through your aching hand, your strong forearm.

You relish it all, even the slight ringing in your ears from the gunfire. But perhaps most of all, you revel in the liquid warmth on your face that quickly cools as the cold wind rushes past you. Yes, yes! In that heartbeat, you feel like your old self again. Younger, faster, stronger, perfect. Unscarred. Alive.

Alas...

The corpse, now missing the top of his head, topples over as you push it down and away from you. 

The heavy thud echoes in the amphitheatre, like thunder cracking through the sky, and that is signal enough for three more figures to come trudging down the steps.

All of this, you register somewhere deep in your mind. That and the gunfire and yelling coming from beyond the stands. Of it dying down and the dragging of bodies.

But you are so preoccupied with the feeling of cool wetness dripping down your face, your hand. The cold grip of the gun that feels so right in your palm. So familiar. Crimson drips off your blade, bared still as it spears out from your sleeve. Plopping like thick drops of rain escaping from fat, heavy clouds. A sign of what’s to come. 

You cannot see it, but you are sure your face is far from its normal neutral expression. Your eyes must be afire with warmth. Your heart thunders, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Yes, this is--!

“My Heart,” comes the soft voice of the Manager. A hand drops on your shoulder; firm but gentle. 

The clipping of your leash back onto your collar.

The woman turns you around and winks with a smile, “You’ve not lost your touch.” She nods to the gun in your hand, the bared blade affixed to the other. 

You blink. Ah. The gun is made safe and given to the Collector’s man, who reaches out for it to toss it unto the body being cleared away. “One must adapt,” you murmur with a small smile, a true smile, pressing the mechanism in your glove to retract the blade into its sheath. 

The Manager only laughs, her hand still on your shoulder to start leading you away from the scene. Black clad guards disperse into the shadows, some to your side. “They said you had been declawed,” she gestures to the corpse as she says that. The Cartel. Then she looks into your eyes, eyes that now reflect back at her with nothing but a flat emptiness.

This was a warning. A message. The Continental has made an example of one who has broken the rules.

Shown that its owner and her weapon would not hesitate to bite.

Your lip quirks in a flat smirk as you reach for a pristine white handkerchief to dab at the blood on your face. “They were wrong.”

Very, very wrong.

[blankdblank]

Around the world in 90 days

…

How Deadpool and Oc became besties

…

Oc got to the airport and found out a new friend to her former bestie decided to change the group vacation that had been planned for half a year and demanded oc go to change the tickets to their chosen destination instead. Oc at the ticket desk exchanges all the spare tickets for her former friends to sit in first class, something they will have to do for the entire three month world tour vacation they had planned to have a better time alone in much better pampered environments.

Rome is the first stop and on a stroll by the beach after their first timid trip out alone since shutting off notifications on their phone to ignore the furious ex friends back home who now have to pay their own way they stop at a street corner waiting for traffic so they can get a treat from the sweet shop on the way to their private coliseum tour. Deapool still smoking a bit from his last stop looks down at them when they look up at him, “Hello,” oc says and gets a nod and a “Hey, how’s it going. Haven’t seen you in a while usually you’re half dead like I am on the bus at three am back home.”

“Vacation, saved half a year for this trip.”

“Nice,” he says and looks forward as oc does, a familiar night owl he was curious but slightly glad to see halfway across the globe after his last hired job in a long string of jobs.

“Do you like gelato?” Oc asks and he looks down to see them looking up at him again.

“Yes,” he answers. “I’m a sugar nut, any more sugar in my diet and the docs say I’ll turn into a murder happy gummy bear.”

“Do you like the coliseum?” Oc asks and he reaches up to lift up his mask.

“You’re not very good at small talk are you? You can relax, seem a bit tense. I may be half blood right now but I’m not gonna hurt you.” He looked forward at the man who glanced back at him and blew a kiss making the man turn around again so he could look back to oc.

“I broke up with my friends and I have a three month vacation around the world tour pass thing, the coliseum is at two, goes on a tour of ruins till nightfall and there’s a torch lit dinner under the stars, fancy wine and all that, and I figure I might not get murdered or as many pity stares if I don’t spend the next nine hours alone with tour guides and sitting at a table for six.”

“Oh,” he said excitedly and smiled at you, “Can I bring a friend? You know him, the big sour gummy bear who’s often also half dead in the bus with me. Not his brother, we’re not talking to Victor right now, he knows what he did, and we’re very cross with him. Give me ten minutes meet you for gelato.” And he turned to sprint off after getting oc’s nod mid being a friend suggestion.

Wolverine is soon being seen with the now changed and possibly just dunked in a barrel of water still dropping Deadpool, both in variations of colors of jeans, t shirts and styles of boots. The friend does not talk very much but as the hours he is coaxed out by leaning in to correct in whispers comments the tour guides make, having been alive in the time frame of the 1800’s some of the facts that are shared with the odd trio. But Deadpool seems to vanish I’m excusing himself during supper until he comes back in a tux and slices off the back of Wolverine’s shirt to help his scowling friend who not so subtly has been adoring oc for months now into a fancier shirt, tie and suit jacket. The table cloth is changed and now Deadpool is playing waiter and helps to make the night all the more romantic.

“I would love to say this is odd for him,” Wolverine says with a sigh mid slice of his next bite of food, “But, he gets so much worse than this.”

“Oh, okay.” And after a few moments oc asks, “Do you like Spain?”

And his eyes lift up to meet oc’s, “In what context? I got a few hundred years worth of bones to pick with certain parts of Spain.” Only luring Deadpool over to whack Wolverine in the arm with the cloth he then used to help him pour the wine to refill their glasses. “Love Spain, take it you’ve got spare tickets?”

“Five.”

“Well we’re already packed!” Deadpool said excitedly and hurried off, “Dessert should be almost ready!”

“What happened in Spain?” Oc asked curiously.

“Tried to set me on fire a few times. Witchcraft and all that,” oc nods and he looks them over as she says, “Get it, had a kid try to set my hair on fire at work once when I wouldn’t let him into his hero’s suite.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Both guys asked when she looked down at her plate again.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #41

Somehow, today I managed to mostly successfully chill.

Though I had intended to play Terraria with my new friend from Germany, due to the flow of our respective lives in different parts of the world, I played by myself instead. And this was also very good!

I think, more than I realized previously, I needed a bit of time to do things without socializing, anyhow. As much as I love to interact with the people I care about, for me, being around others comes with a vague sort of… heaviness…??? that I don't really know how to articulate. It's not something that others impose upon me; I know that this thing is internal to me; it is leftover from my past, so at this point, the fact that this "heaviness" still exists is no one's fault but mine.

I think it might have to do with the fact that when I'm around others, I put a lot of pressure on myself to exist in ways that are consistent with the other person's needs, wishes, and comfort. Though, whether I can do that well is an entirely different matter altogether; I feel very clumsy in this regard almost all the time, and when I am around other people, I can never really shake the sense that I'm falling short of being good company. I never feel as though I do a very good job of being a person around other people. So although I try really hard to be a safe and comfortable space for others in which they can be nurtured and at ease, I feel like I'm constantly failing at it.

Being by myself doesn't come with the vague dread of "what if I say or do the wrong thing and I end up hurting the other person and then they hate me forever, oh no." But it does often come with the vague guilt of, "maybe I'm being selfish by not trying to be helpful somehow to someone else in this immediate moment." Either way, I'm not quite relaxed no matter what I do, so the only thing I know to do is to switch up my various states of "not-quite-relaxed" once in a while so that my brain doesn't explode or something.

I wonder if any of this sounds at all familiar to you? Are these things that you must struggle with? I know you can't answer me, but still I wonder.

Today I gathered materials and made various quality-of-life changes to the structure of the Underworld biome. Really, I was trying to gather up gems so that I could make stained glass, but my brain would not settle down, and I kept bouncing from one task to the next without actually finishing much of anything. My friend from Germany worked really hard to create a tunnel to the Underworld biome, so I wanted to complement her tunnel with a house made of obsidian, but then I realized that I don't remember the dimensions of the kinds of houses I used to build.

So I looked in old worlds on different computers. I remember having built various themed houses; one was cactus-themed, another was pumpkin-themed, and another was sandstone-themed… I remember that they were all lovely, and I was very pleased with what I had done. But none of the working computers had the world I was looking for. I think it must still be on my laptop that no longer works, but I'm not entirely sure.

In any case, I did find older examples of my general style of building. I'll show you a few pictures; it's mostly shops that I built (an inn, a bar, a tailor and costume shop, a weapons and armor shop…). I'm especially proud of my marble owl coliseum; I'll save that one for last.

Here is a very old build, back before amber was added as a gemstone:

Here is an armor shop (left) and a weapons shop (right).

Here is a make-pretend costume shop:

Here is a make-pretend hospital. You can tell it's a later build because there are bits of orange stained glass, which are made with the amber gemstone:

This is where the general goods merchant is supposed to live. I'm not sure why the dryad is in there... hm. Oh well.

This is where the barkeep lives. I built it to look like a tavern:

This is where the guide lives. I built it to look like an inn.

This is the crafting area, which also leads to the tunnel to the Underworld biome. Yes, it's a very, VERY long way down, and yes, the whole way down is rainbow-colored with this pattern. I'm autistic; one of my superpowers is my unreasonable levels of persistence for repetitive tasks that are absolutely meaningless! Hahaha!!

This is the lower half of the coliseum I built. It's very big. We go there to fight bosses, or to take care of goblin raids, or pirate raids, or Blood Moons, or Solar Eclipses, or...

And finally, here is the upper half. It serves no real practical purpose, but I drew an owl and various other geometric designs with the different kinds of marble walls. Because why not? Parts of it are unfinished, but that's okay.

I think that if I experiment with building something like this again, I might see how having foreground blocks recessed into the background via actuators might look; who knows, it might turn out to be kinda cool!

If I ever find the world with the various themed houses I built, I'll be sure to snap a few pictures so I can show them to you.

I wonder if you'd like Terraria. I wonder what sorts of things you would build in it. It's a shame that we'll likely never get to find out. I feel more than a little sad about this, actually…

Anywhozits… whatever it is that you're doing at the Edge of Creation, please stay safe. Make good choices. Remember that you are loved and cared for, and let that knowledge give you enough courage to remain kind and gentle. Build amazing things. Build yourself up into someone even more wonderful than you are already. If anyone has what it takes, it's you.

I will write again very soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[princess-of-the-corner]

Kingdom Hearts II: Final Mix Recap: Hundred Acre Wood (A Blustery Rescue)

Unlike in KH1, the Torn Page is removed from your inventory the second you enter the book, becoming the location you visit: Piglet’s house.

This makes way more sense than the Torn Page turning into an item, and I’m glad they made this change.

Additionally, Piglet’s House is flattened to the page instead of “popped up” like Pooh’s is.

Upon arrival, we see Pooh wandering about.

“Say, what’s the matter, sonny?” Gopher (Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree) asks.

Pooh admits he was just thinking and pondering, and Gopher suggests that Pooh should skedaddle, because it’s “Windsday”, before popping back down into his hole.

Pooh decides to instead go around and wish everyone a happy Windsday.

Too bad he doesn’t remember who “Everyone” is.

Sora finally arrives, and the wind blows a Hunny Pot into the back of his head.

Piglet, meanwhile, gets blown in by the wind as well, barely grabbing onto a branch in time.

“Sora! Help! Please!” he calls out.

You can now explore the area around Piglet’s house.

To save him, just stand under the branch he grabbed and use the “Rescue” Reaction Command, at which point Sora will save him off screen.

Piglet thanks Sora for the help, and then spots Pooh.

Pooh tells Sora and Piglet that it’s nice to meet them, and wishes them a happy Windsday.

Piglet is shocked to learn that Pooh has forgotten him, and starts crying as he walks away, only to once more get blown away by the Wind.

“Good-bye, Sora! Good-bye, Pooh!” Piglet calls out as he’s blown away.

Owl now swoops in and perches behind them while Pooh remarks on how fun getting carried away by the wind looks.

Owl asks Sora to go after Piglet, and the minigame starts.

The objective of “A Blustery Rescue” is simple: Save Piglet before time runs out.

Sora carries Pooh through the air while holding a balloon and riding the breeze.

If you get hit by debris, Sora will drop Pooh, and you’ll have to go over to him use a Reaction Command to grab him again.

To get rid of debris, use the Attack Button to hit it with your Keyblade.

When you run into Piglet, use a Reaction Command to save him.

Breaking debris and Hunny Pots will earn Sora Hunny Prizes, which in turn will increase his score. The first playthrough of the minigame DOESN’T keep track of your score, however. But just so I don’t have to repeat this later:

Rocks break after one hit and are worth 10 points of Hunny Prizes.

Hunny Pots can be hit 4 times before breaking, each hit grants 200 points worth of Hunny Prizes, meaning a grand total of 800 points.

Tree stumps take 6 hits to break and yield 400 points.

If you see a whirlwind, you can go inside it and use a Reaction Command for an AOE attack. Small whirlwinds destroy surrounding debris, while large whirlwinds are screen nukes.

Rescuing Piglet places him in the branches of his house while Sora and Pooh are on the ground.

Sora tells Piglet to jump down, promising to catch him.

When Piglet’s too nervous to jump, Sora tells him to be brave.

Piglet swallows his fear, covers his eyes, and jumps.

He misses Sora entirely, but Pooh catches him instead.

“Oh, that was rather frightening,” Pooh remarks, “I do hope you’re alright, Piglet.”

Piglet is thrilled to see that Pooh remembers him, and Pooh tells Piglet that he’s very brave.

Piglet says it’s easy to be brave when he has a friend like Pooh.

“Oh, and thank you for rescuing my friend Piglet…” Pooh says as he turns to Sora, “Somebody-I-Don’t-Know.”

“Oh… Uh, sure,” Sora replies, disappointment clear in his voice, “Don’t mention it.”

Back on the map, Piglet’s house properly pops up.

Sora is ejected back to Merlin’s house.

You can replay the minigame by talking to Piglet. There are 20,000 points to collect, but you only need 18,000 points to “complete” the game’s entry in Jiminy’s Journal.

Before we check out those new worlds, we’d better see what was going on in Olympus Coliseum.

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That’s a lot of points!

[soraavalon]

DM: After a few more days you guys are well into Autumn and on the horizon you begin to see the shape of a castle, or rather less a castle and more like a huge henge or coliseum, you know like a round open top structure rather than a fortress. As soon as Rymer sees it, he points it out as where you guys are going. Looks to be another days travel.

Mistletoe: So, this is where you grew up?

Rymer: Not exactly.

Mistletoe: Mistletoe just kind of tilts his head waiting expectantly.

DM: He keeps walking.

Mistletoe: Okay then where did you grow up? Was it an exchange sort of thing you were the ward of a powerful fey spirit to learn some things that sort of deal?

DM: You just see him take a deep breath.

Ethan: [in chat] EXCHANGE PROGRAM WITH THE FEYWILD??

DM: Make a, god, I feel like, I don't know what an annoyance check would be if it's intimidation or persuasion.

Mistletoe: Well, oh that does matter for me I guess.

DM: Whichever one you want to use. Yeah I don't know what an annoyance check would be.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] yeah?

DM: Unless I make Rymer make a fucking will save.

Mistletoe: I'll go with persuasion.

DM: Okay and then I'll use that, see if he can beat that.

Mistletoe: He can probably beat this.

DM: We'll see.

Hunt (OOC): We'll see.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] that's what happened with Mistletoe. He's gone to train to be a hunter with the Lord of the Hunt

DM: Yeah, we'll fucking see. He's got a +1 to his Wisdom so let's *rolls* Nope, that's a 9. Christ on a cracker Rymer, come on man.

Hunt (OOC): That poor man.

Ethan: [in chat] and the fey just left a child?

Rymer: No, what happened is that there was a deal made with a witch on the Material Plane and the Owl King and she decided she wanted me back at the end of it, so I went back.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] ??

Ethan: [in chat] 'here, child. thanks for you child'

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] no?

Mistletoe: Oh.

Marigold: Owl King?

Rymer: Yes. The King of the Twilight Court.

Tark (OOC): [in chat] like it dont happen all the time

Marigold: Owl King. Was she a nice witch?

Rymer: I think she tried to be. He gave her power in exchange for her firstborn child and then she decided she'd rather have the son that she carried than the magic that he granted her, so she asked for the deal revoked.

Mistletoe: Huh, didn't know you could do that.

Rymer: Neither did I.

Mistletoe: So what's it like having a mom?

Rymer: Do you not have one?

Mistletoe: I mean, I don't know her.

Rymer: It's... fine. I mean...

DM: He looks like he's not sure how to proceed with what he wants to say.

Mistletoe: Mistletoe's just looking at him with this wide-eyed curious look.

Rymer: I think it would've been easier for her if I was more inclined to be on the Material Plane, but I was not.

Mistletoe: Hmm.

Rymer: I miss the mother I had here.

Mistletoe: Well good thing we're visiting then.

Rymer: Yes, it's been a long time.

Mistletoe: And Mistletoe is gonna sling his arm over Rymer's shoulder again.

DM: He kind of flinches but doesn't push you off.

Mistletoe: Isn't these good talks we're having?

DM: Just a hard glare.

[iricathel]

-> O w l T e r r i t o r y 🗺

>> Κεφαλονιά [Kefaloniá] (Céphalonie)

[I made a map by hand of what I had imagined; the names are in greek in honor of the philosophy so... they are a bit complicated]

Map

The Owl territory consists of a biodiversity of: Snowy mountainous areas; lakes, lagoons, rivers, waterfalls and seas; islands and archipelagos; hills of humid leafy forests and conical and evergreen trees; caves, pits and natural wells.

Keep in mind that it is a territory with altitude, cold, wet and dark; In addition to the fact that fog is very common, the water is usually ice cold.

Communities and Regions

The clan only has 3 communities and 2 regions, where they distinguish important properties in each area:

-> Chrysí Poli (Golden City): It is the capital of the Clan, therefore it is where there is a greater number of inhabitants (bourgeois and mixed workers) due to its proximity to the craft market, rustic shops, fountains, statues, schools, libraries and a main square to meet and celebrate their festivals. It has two large hills where the guards live and military training is carried out.

-> Vrysis (Briseis): It is a community mainly dedicated to the collection of fresh water from Lake Briseis and Suri Lagoon. Around the coast live small fishermen, aquaculture hatcheries, barns and farms as well as animal keepers.

-> To Sofó Vounó (The Wise Mountain): A community dedicated to the housing of high society such as nobles, royalty and their guards. In this area there are the private gardens of each owner, swimming pools, saunas and other luxuries; In addition, the altitude of the mountains is used to excavate its interior to find minerals and jewels, in addition to creating tunnels to create an underground city where it is dedicated to council meetings, the casino, bars and other places of entertainment. In this area is the White Palace, taking advantage of the height to have a better view of everything; and Ameyalí, a small coupling of cultural buildings such as theaters with plays and operas, coliseums, planetariums, museums and galleries.

-> Periochi Tantálou (Tantalum Region): The Tantalum Region is mainly used for agriculture, therefore, only peasants who work in this sector live in this agrarian place.

-> Periferéira Kirki (Circe Region): The Circe Region is mainly dedicated to hunting, providing maritime, aerial, mountainous and forest biodiversity. Here reside a few cabins and large boats barred to practice major fishing on the high seas. It goes without saying that wild animals and even captive humans that are released in this region are hunted in this area to hunt them for entertainment, sport or with the intention of providing food (although they can also be used to feed this wild animals).

-> Lefkó Paláti (White Palace): The White Palace is the residence of the royalty of the Owl clan, the Avenel family. As its name indicates, it is completely white because it was built with marble, although it contains golden details. There are high pillars and ceilings as well as hand-chiseled walls to decorate the palace, as well as three guard towers. This site will be discussed in more detail in the "Locations" post.

-> Amegialí (Ameyalí): A small coupling of cultural buildings such as theaters with plays and operas, coliseums, planetariums, museums and galleries.

-> Stóma tou Sánkar (Sankar's mouth): The mouth of Sankar is a slightly hidden area in the bay that forms the Wise Mountain. It is called in this way because there is a large cavern centered on one of the rocky walls, where an extensive waterfall filled with clear cyan water comes out due to its magical origin inside the natural tunnels; this water is used especially for the creation of formulas, medicines, potions, spells or even can be bottled to, after leaving it exposed outside to the light of the full moon, use it as moon water. It is also collected for the blessing of the newborn children of royalty to attract prosperity, strength, talent, wisdom, beauty and courage.

-> Okeánio Koralli (Coral Ocean): It is located between the Wise Mountain and the Circe Region, as mentioned before, it is used for major fishing and navigation; however, you can rest on its beaches of fine white sand or collect witch stones, shells or seawater.

-> Dídyma Nisiá (Twin Islands): These territories located in Briseis are private properties of the royals, who use these small plots to rest surrounded by tall coniferous trees and the fresh water of the Lake Briseis.

-> Soúri (Suri): A lagoon also located in Briseis, is considered another sacred place due to its natural thermal heat, turning its waters into thermal ones. The Owls bathe here every Blue Moon for good luck, although advance reservations are required and it is a privilege for high society.

[blue-hamble]

Sky Meets Sea Day 4: Food (Seafood)

Enter the Coliseum! 30-40 matches in the Coliseum

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“Why in the world did you add that?!” Cumulus groaned. He could die of secondhand embarrassment, if those overgrown woodland owls hadn’t tried in their latest hunting trip. “It’s so...cheesy.”

Toba grinned, cut pen in hand. Their hands were speckled with fresh ink over the poster, proud of their addition to their “help wanted” notice.

“Why, to attract the adventurous types! Clan dragons, wanderers, a couple of rough-and-tumble types like us, all kinds. These sort of things need a sense of romance, Curly-Que-Mulus.”

[classyeclipseclamdonut]

Nazareth

lead vocals, Dan Mcafferty

born 1946-2022, recently died.

Dan Mcafferty, lead vocalist of the mid70s band Nazareth, a Scottish English band, died recently, the statement came from a Nazareth band insider, still too depressed to make any statement regarding his death. They will issue statement for later that is what the reports said.

Nazareth is a huge band in terms of international fame and was even able to hold a concert at the Araneta Coliseum in the early 80s.

The band is so huge it has an unprecedented hit songs one after the other that can be repeatedly heard on the FM band during those times. I was in my freshman year at FEU 1976-77 when Nazareths greatest hits album are allready displayed in every record bar in Recto, Morayta, Olongapo, Avenida, Caloocan ,Raon and to just about any record bar selling singles and long playing albums. "Love Hurts", a soulful ballad showcasing the soulful voice of Dan can be heard everywhere way back then. Every live band playing on Shakeys always has it in their repertoire along with "Hotel California" and Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. There was a live band scene during those times. Freddie Aguilar is playing folksongs somewhere in Ermita while Gary Perez and Sampaguita can be seen headlining every NewMoon Concert edition playing "Tao" and "Bonggahan".

"Dream On, though its hard to tell, though your e fooling yourself, Dream On...". The soulful husky voice of Dan Mcafferty highpitched, poetic and really soul keeps haunting the ears of every Rocker and MetalMinds until today, Aged 50,55, 60 and up thats the age bracket of the 70s MetalMinds, allready grandfatherly today, washed up and totally mellowed down type of personality. "Keep on faking it, keep on using it, youre the one whos got no soul, Youre the one whos hearts grown cold..." The song simply sees the futility probably of being a copycat band but the times is really characterized by "Damned if you do, damned if you dont" type of social condition. Dropping out of college, several odd jobs, drug addiction, rehab life, the 70s can still be seen as " A generation lost in space, with no time left to start again.." kind of times. The rich are few, the poor plenty in numbers. Manila is so full of informal settler shanties, rampant criminality and a worse kind of drug addiction problem. We still keep learning our lessons the hard way. A man must break his back to earn his day of leisure. The leading poets, writers and musicians of our time encapsulated that 70s spirit as can be heard and seen through their music and artform. Lualhati Bautista even wrote a book "Dekada70". Eddie Romero created "Ganito Kami Noon, Paano na kayo Ngayon", starring Christopher de Leon. Ive seen "Tinimbang ka Ngunit Kulang" where Lolita Rodriguez played a Taong Grasa kind of character and Vilma Santos as Dyesebel. Lino Brocka came up with "Insiang" and "Maynila sa Kuko ng Liwanag" starring Bembol Rocco.

Brocka captured the very essence of the Manila Scene in the 70s with his two films.

Nazareth with Dan Mcafferty provided the poetic lines. "I'm young, I know but even so, I know I feel from you. I really learned a lot, really learned a lot. Love is just a lie meant to make you blue, Oooh, Ooh Love Hurts."

His character could be easily imagined as a lonely Night Owl in a bar in Ermita where there are dancing stripteasers in the middle of the night while just around the corner, a flash of the neon signs on Heartbreak Hotels reveals man in dark glasses coming in and out of those hotel rooms to the tune of a band playing to just two or

three Love Vigilantes on a graveyard shift.

"Living on my Own, I know am to blame m locked with my chains and youre free. Falling like a stone, m caught up and bound and youre free."

Nazareth has touched the lives of perhaps millions and millions more with their own unique rock and bluesy style of playing.

Nazareth on Legends*

featured article in loving memory of Nazareth frontman Dan Mcafferty, 1946-2022

[classification-newt-scamander]

Aftermath

Closed RP with @regretismyconstantcompanion

Seeing Hogwarts for the first time in years brought back bittersweet memories of his expulsion and heart felt nostalgia of being a student sneaking out of the castle and into the forbidden forest hunting all manner of creature he was lucky enough to come by.

It was a shame he was now back under unfavourable circumstances.

The aftermath of Paris was just beginning to make headline news around the world, soon the entire globe would see the British Ministry painted by two different pen strokes. They either attacked innocent bystanders under the pretence of upholding the law or they intervened at Grindelwald’s illegal rally encouraging the suppression of muggles by any means necessary and innocent Aurors were incinerated in retaliation.

Needless to say the journey home had been sombre.

Leta had sacrificed herself, she had died fighting for a world that had rejected her very essence in order to save them.

Newt had been forced to wrench Theseus from the fight and his brother had crumbled in his arms; his heart had scattered into pieces and barely spoken a word since.

Jacob had been sat quietly next to Tina with unspilled tears in his eyes, reeling with loss and rejection. Queenie had been persuaded by Grindelwald's charms and was now lost in his network of followers, being a natural legilimens she was valuable, which meant getting her back was going to be next to impossible.

Meanwhile Newt was once again battling his own failures, he had failed Credence, he should have tracked him down sooner. Then perhaps Paris would never have happened. Leta would be alive, Jacob and Queenie would have been happy in New York. Newt could have prevented all this pain.

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A quiet sniffle and gently pawing brought Newt back to the present and away from his pitiful thoughts. Teddy had been at the battle in Paris and suffered his own war wounds, Newt had scooped him up and managed to heal his superficial scraps.

Really, Newt should have predicted that with a coliseum full of people wearing their best, Teddy would have gone hunting for every shiny object his beady eyes could see. Grindelwald had apparently been no exception to this rule and Newt discovered the blood pact in his pouch as he spelled him better.

Suddenly, Dumbledore's lack of physical intervention all clicked into place

Everyone knew the rumours that Grindelwald and Dumbledore had been close once, not that Newt cared, he never put stock in gossip but their was no denying a blood pact made between two of the most powerful wizards in living memory. The necklace was identical to a trinket Dumbledore himself owned.

With this knowledge Newt had asked Nicolas Flamel to send an owl to Albus stating they needed to meet immediately, under the guise of relaying the events of Paris just in case the owl was intercepted. Teddy had unintentionally given them a silver lining and perhaps with both halves of the necklace Dumbledore could find away of breaking the pact.

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There was an unspoken tension rippling between the group as they waited for Albus, together they had been through so much in an incredibly short space of time, they all demanded answers to questions that seemed too painful to speak of right now. The battle was still raw.

Emerging from the fog, Albus came towards them and Newt met Dumbledore half way. What they needed to talk of required some privacy.

Nevertheless news of Leta had already travelled to Hogwarts, Newt confirmed she had passed away and distracted Albus with the pendant instead, if he spoke of Leta aloud Newt would become visibly upset. No one had had the chance to morn, now was not the time.

Watching his plan worked as Dumbledore's face went from bewilderment to blossoming delight was satisfying. Newt felt pleased he had managed to do something right, even if getting hold of the pendant was a happy accident. He explained that Teddy had swiped the pact and Grindelwald was none the wiser.

"Do you think you can destroy it?" He asked, if anyone could find a way it would be Albus. If they could break the pact, Dumbledore would be able to move against Grindelwald freely.

[owletumel-fr]

🎉🎉🎉

[senor-cummies]

I request that you ignore how cringe the first part of this is lmao i wrote it like 2yrs ago. Happy post a wip Saturday! this is for my wip 'to covet anonymity' which is the prince!link/bounty hunter! revalink au, or, as my horrible disgusting friend mike likes to call it 'the revalink mandalorian au'

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The sound of thundering hooves still echoed in the forefront of his mind. It soaked him in a fear that was completely alien to him. The fear of being caught. The fear that, despite his efforts, he’d fail. That he’d be taken away from the confines of his safehouse and thrown in a jail cell, or worse, into the bed of the person he was meant to marry four days ago. The fear swamped him, overwhelmed all of his senses until he knew nothing but it. Until he was lost in a thick fog of immeasurable consternation with no means of escape.

He was drowning in it, a thick, viscous, never-ending ocean of horror that permeated his tight-wound barrier. A constant pounding, taunting, sense of vehement trepidation that struck him with a force that rivaled a title wave. The salty winds off the Akkala Dead Sea, running through his hair even at this low point on the Ulria Grotto where he was seeking refuge, carried with them the twinge of dismay, each rise and set of the autumn sun that brought him closer and closer to his judgment day.

To the inevitable.

Overstimulating anxiety pounding against his skull, screaming for any way to escape besides red hot tears and muffled screams into his bedroll. He willed for sleep to take him, to succumb to something other than existential dread, for a break from perpetual suffering even if only for a moment. And all he got in return was the sound of cool wind and rushing water.

No rest, no sleep, no freedom, just crickets, and owls. Deer in the distance, mysterious rustling that made him go reaching for the broadsword sheathed at his bedside.

He’d never get any sleep at this point, any attempt to do so was worthless. He had to head to the stable up the coast in the morning anyway and, given by the moon, he only had a few hours of night left till sunrise. He’d just hoped, wished, he might be able to sleep. Link hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, even a bad night’s sleep dammit, since before this whole engagement nonsense. Maybe, if he was willful and believed hard enough, he could manage to milk even 30 minutes.

With a deep breath, he settled into his bedroll, holding his blanket tight to his body, before shutting his eyes and trying one more time to rest.

A drop of water fell on his cheek.

Then another.

And another.

One more...

A shower of rain poured down upon him as if the goddess herself was telling him to move. That it, too, was fate.

Still, he stayed laying in his covers that slowly got wetter and wetter as time went on. He could afford to lay a bit longer, at least until the first thunder crack.

(he tried his best to pretend he just didn’t hear the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance as he rolled over onto his other side.)

alpha

Link stared at the bounty poster of himself on the stable wall, next to an advertisement for Beedle's new Akkala shop location and a warning sign for a lynel herd that moved into a field in the gulch. It was like looking at a ghost. He could barely recognize the hylian looking back at him.

He looked so...Sad. So out of place. He fit in much better out here.

Link frowned, ripping the poster off the wall and stuffing it in his bag of tinder.

He turned, walking over to the check in shelf to peruse the newer, dry, non falling apart at the seams, tunics.

"How can I help you?" The clerk greeted. Link looked him, bringing his arms out from under his cloak.

'I'd like a child's traveler's shift.' The clerk reached behind him, grabbing it.

"Just the shift right?" Link nodded, looking around the room as the clerk sorted through to find his item. He looked back at a navy blue rito.

Do I...Know them?

They stared back at him, eyes slits. Link scrunched up his face, pulling his hood over his eyes.

"Alright, that'll be 20 rupees for the shift." Link nodded, reaching into a small pouch on his hip.

There was a loud ruckus outside, the sound of pounding hooves, casting over the clerk's voice as he attempted at small talk.

"It's probably the knights again," theg groaned. Link tried to silence his anxiety.

"Oh, he comes around about twice a week looking for that 'lost prince'. You know, I don't think he's lost. I don't think he was abducted at all, I think the poor sap ran off. You hear he was supposed to be shipped off to Ganondorf? Join his harem? I woulda done it too." Link tuned him out, his breath picking up.

The hooves grew louder and ceased at the stables entrance, the entourage casting a shadow over the inside of the stable. Link gulped, giving the man his rupees taking his shift and leaving, stuffing it into his bag as he made a mas face and he gulped.

“No one leaves until we’ve searched the entire premises, okay?” Link made a mad dash to the back door, covered in the bedlam that was the King’s arrival. A large wing was shoved into his face, the impact of it knocking him to the ground.

“Are you deaf, elf? Nobody leaves.” Link cursed, moving to pick up his things that were dropped in the collision.

"How many times are you going to keep bumping into me, bird guy?"

"I don't like it any more than you do." They crossed their arms, watching Link scramble to pick up his things. "And don't call me bird man."

"Don't call me elf,"

The rito huffed, leaning down to help.

"I'm fine," Link mumbled, voice quiet in an attempt to not be recognized.

"I don't care about you, it's just taking you a pathetically long time to pick up your things." Link rolled his eyes, picking up his books and clothes.

"Well, would you look at that..." Link looked up from the shirt he was refolding to the rito's wing. Sitting in it's navy blue feathers, was the diadem he'd snagged off his bedside table. His eyes widened.

"Give me that!" He cursed, snatching it up out of his wing.

"Now, now, I recognize this." Link whined, following their wing to try and grab it.

"Where did you get this?" Link huffed, dropping his arm, the rito inspecting his diadem closely.

"Where did you get this?" They repeated.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." Link hissed, grabbing the rito's wrist and snatching thr diadem out of it's wing. Link shoved it into his bag, stomping away from the stable. He could hear the rito behind him.

"What do you want?" Link groaned.

"That's the prince's diadem." Link bit the inside of his cheek, still walking back towards the grotto.

"If it is, than I bought it for a hell of a steal."

"Bought it from who?"

"What's it to ya?" He yelped as he was grabbed, slammed against the hard bark of he tree. He looked up with flushed cheeks to meet piercing green eyes.

It only made him blush harder.

"I am going to make myself clear, hylian. I ask a question. You give an answer. I asked who you bought it from." Link panted quietly, shaking like a leaf. Somehow, he still managed to muster up a smirk.

"What's it. To ya."

The rito struggled not to slam him into the tree again, for fear he might knock thr hylian out.

"If I tell you why I'm asking, will you answer?" Link shrugged. The rito gripped him harder, grinding him up against the harsh tree bark.

"Yes! Ow!" The rito dropped him, backing away. Link groaned, rubbing at his arm from where thr Rito had him.

"My name is Revali. I'm a bounty hunter chosen by the king to lead the search for the Lost Prince. That is the prince's diadem, now, if he give two shits about your life and your freedom I'd say who sold it too you. Withholding this information is a crime, you know?"

Link nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I bought it off a pawner at the Ridgeland Stable, near the Coliseum? Sold it to me for 800 rupees. Had I known it was Prince Link's I would've asked for more..."

Revali stared at him, his hood and hair still hanging in his face. They sat, staring at each other for a few minutes before Revali sucked in a gasp.

"Put it on." Link's eyes widened in panic.

He doesn't...How could he?

"Doesn't fit."

"Put. It. On."

Link rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his fear as he reach into his satchel, pulling out the diadem. He pulled his hood back, his hair spilling out in long, silky, tendrils across his shoulders. Slowly, fearfully, he placed the crown on his head, staring at the bounty hunter.

Revali stared at him in shock and awe.

"Are you--"

"No." Link took the diadem off, putting it in his bag.

"I'm not the prince, I've never been to the castle, my name isn't even Link!"

"You look like a Link..."

"You look like an overgrown cuckoo!"

[akindofmagictoo]

20 first lines tag game

this comes from @zmlorenz and also I think @amillionwips — thank you both!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others. 

(I will tag @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @sleepyowlwrites and anyone who wants to play!) 

Hurricane 

Tempest stilled her bouncing leg, eyeing her sleeping husband. Had she woken him? She took a careful breath and didn’t let it go until he snored and rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around himself. Still she waited. One breath. Two breaths. When he still didn’t move, she stood up and grabbed her coat and sword belt, not even bothering to put them on. Because she had to leave, and she had to leave today. 

Theo x Aella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down… down… 

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down. 

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down… 

When he’d hit the water, he’d panicked. That was gone now. All he felt was the cold, the deep dark cold.

a random post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot 

Thunder rumbled overhead, blending into the drumming of the rain on the roof. Aella tucked her blanket more tightly around herself, but it did no good. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t keep her mind off the locked front door, Alanna’s instruction to stay inside. It felt too much like other locked doors. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there again and—

No. Sitting in this bed alone with her thoughts would do no good.

a post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot (sort of the former version of the one above)

“Read the mermaid one again.” Aella snuggled against Theo, pressed up between him and the arm of the big old armchair. 

a Theo x Aella modern AU 

Even with a map on his phone, Theo was impressed he’d made it to the small cafe on the main street. True, it was the main street, but his new house wasn’t, and directions weren’t his forte. Given how recently he’d moved, it was at least understandable. 

The cafe was small, but its list of drink options was larger than he’d expected. But it included several types of tea, so he ordered a familiar English Breakfast and sat down at the nearest table.

post-canon oneshot of the Hurricane women play ‘theatre’ 

“So, who’s up next?” Aria stretched out in her hammock. “As much as I enjoyed being the defence lawyer, I think it’s someone else’s turn.” 

“I’ll play the accused. I want to try my daring escape again,” Aella volunteered, sitting up. 

Theo grinned. “Because you got caught last time?” 

a crossover royalty AU with another project (Labyrinth) 

(this isn’t the first line, but it’s the first lines where Theo appears. also, you would be correct if you assume that the Spanish princess is not Aella. that is the complication.) 

“Spain confirmed the marriage alliance,” said Jared. “We still have to confirm it one last time, though.” 

Theo glanced up at his dad. “Hardly surprising, really. They offered it, after all.” 

Jared nodded. “Are you still alright with this? We can turn them down now, if you want.” 

“My calendar is free,” said Theo, straight-faced. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got my eye on someone else or whatever. Just as long as I’m not expected to actually have a romantic relationship with the Spanish princess.” 

the below are all fanfictions. [ps my AO3 is @/ sidebysidewithafriend go check it out if any of these fics interest you] 

Shadow and Cottontail (Harry Potter: Marauders (OC insert)) 

(this is co-written, I’m posting the first part that I wrote) 

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway. 

Her mother Hope was about to answer when an owl swooped through the open window, a parchment envelope clutched in its beak. 

“I think the answer is yes,” said Remus, descending the stairs behind her with a little more care than she’d taken. Kai rolled her eyes and crossed the room to see what the envelope contained.

Hope was already taking it from the owl. “It’s from Hogwarts,” Hope said, and Kai’s heart leapt, only to be dashed by her mother’s next words. “But there’s only one envelope. It’s addressed to you, Kai.” 

Told You You’d Kill It (Harry Potter: Romione) 

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

Thank You For Saving My Cat (Harry Potter: Jily) 

Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?

Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.

Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.

3AM (Harry Potter: Wolfstar) 

The beeping of the fire alarm filtered into Sirius’s sleeping brain, burrowing in until he couldn’t help but wake up. At which point he groaned and wrapped his pillow around his head, trying to block out the noise.

But this was a fire alarm, so really he had to get up. Grudgingly, he removed the pillow from his head and fumbled for his phone to check the time. The light from the screen was blinding in the darkness of his dorm room, but after a moment his eyes adjusted to see that it was 3:07 AM.

Give Him Back to Me (The Great Library: Wolfe x Santi) 

Day 1

“Nic?” Wolfe half-rose from the bed at the sound of knocking, leaving his Codex open beside him. Something was off, though. Nic wouldn’t knock. He had a key. Besides, Nic was away in Belgium, training a new company. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, and that was assuming everything went to plan.

Nevertheless, when the knock came again he got to his feet and headed for the door.

Death Is Not Fair (Shadowhunters: (very angsty) Malec) 

It wasn’t fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair.

And neither was death.

It shouldn’t have happened. It should have been a simple mission. The scans and all the reports had said there was just one demon in the area. It was a larger, stronger demon, and would’ve put up a good fight, but it was still practically nothing to a Shadowhunter like Alec.

Untitled (Shadowhunters: Sizzy) (unfinished and un-posted) 

Izzy was swearing off dating. She’d kind of thought about it before, but hearing about the amount of drama in Jace’s love life right now cemented the idea firmly in her mind. No more dating. Between that and the mess Alec had gone through a couple of months ago, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. Not to mention that of all the boys she’d dated, none of the relationships had really been right. Did she believe in The One? She wasn’t sure. But none of her boyfriends had been it, that was for sure. So no more dating for her. She was here to study forensic chemistry, after all, and surely it was better to concentrate on that.

Moving Day (Riordanverse: Blitzstone) 

Last? signed Hearth. 

Blitz brushed a speck of dust from the shoulder of his shirt, studying Hearth’s face. He knew exactly how many boxes were left to move, and it was more than zero, but the elf was looking paler than usual. If that was possible. As he watched, Hearth swayed a little and put a hand on the wall for support. “No. But I’ll get the rest. You need a break.”

Untitled quarantine AU (Riordanverse: Percabeth) (unfinished and un-posted)

“Thanks for letting me stay over to finish this project,” said Annabeth, setting the last piece on the model Coliseum she’d made. They’d done most of it last night, and she was just adding the finishing touches now. Although that had been before school had been shut down; they’d been notified the night before, but since she was here she’d been determined to finish it.  

Untitled (The Hobbit) (I have a “better version of Tauriel’s arc” thing in the works, and this is an accompanying oneshot of how the Durins died in this version) (un-posted) 

“Where is he? It looks empty. I think Azog has fled.” Fili glanced around nervously, his breath steaming in the icy air. 

“I don’t think so,” said Thorin. 

Footsteps sounded on the ice, echoing in all directions. It was impossible to know their source. 

“We’ve got company,” Thorin growled. 

Kili readied his sword. 

This was practically everyday for them at this point. Every motion of his sword, every footstep, every bit of it was familiar. Fili hardly had to think. His sword flashed in the faint light. Droplets of blood and crystals of ice spattered his exposed skin, hot and cold. He was at home here; he might not have been on the ice before, but with a sword in his hand and Kili and Thorin at his back, he was content.

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