#so obsessed with magpie!Riddle

[sk1fanfiction]

Tom Riddle became an Animagus after graduating from Hogwarts but never used it because he was embarrassed of the form it took, which didn't befit Voldemort (a magpie)

[childotkw]

(omg sorry for the long post!!)

I have this fanfic idea in my head for years now and it is one of them i often fantasize about (yea i have many different ones. i just let them play in my head like a movie while staring into space or while listening to music) but anyway, sometimes harry is a boy but most time hes a girl version. He/she has this mad talent about getting in and out of any situation or place she needs to. He/she has this shady business where she steals for clients in exchange for money, or sometimes for pleasure because hes a bloody magpie and likes shiny things. The harder the mission the more she likes it (danger junky). I even imagined his/her apartments/hide-out place in great details (and the booby traps). Anyway, the ministry is under Voldemorts control, under guise as Minister Riddle. He gets involved in trying to trap her/him after she manages to sneak into his mansion (and skillfully avoids all the detection tools) and she robs his ring, escapes right under his nose too... (She has no clue that she robbed from a dark lord yet, that wasnt in her extensive research). That moment is when his obsession starts. She is already wanted by the ministry but he now gets involved. I have this scene where he lays a trap and she is in his grasp however she uses the ring as a bartering chip for her freedom (she thought she might have to use it when she realised a dark lord was after her). She placed it in a dangerous place surrounded by enemies, a place only she can sneak into but something goes wrong cos theres a rat in voldemorts inner circle and she gets caught. Before getting caught she manages to send the ring to him but he still decides to get her out of there and gets into full murder/war scene (he wanted to get rid of this group of enemies anyway). Shes pissed of. She could have gotten herself out even after the torture sessions, thank you very much. 😂 Anyway a fic full of (sexual or other) tension between the two, trying to get one over the other. A lot of wump, vulnerability, power play, childhood trauma, inner demons ect.. Theres so much more but ye, sorry, just felt like sharing and see where u go off on this haha, cos ur brain is super interesting and i never had the skill to write something even if i have so many ideas. Mind you, i tried starting on my own novel but im just not a writer, if something could just take it straight from my brain to paper, that would be awesome 😂😂😂 (futur AI?? Haha) xxx

(Imma borrow a concept from American Gods for this because it's too good not to!)

When Harry is four she finds a coin on the ground. It's gold, and shiny and to a little girl it's the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. So she picks it up and puts it in her pocket - and it's the best decision she ever made.

Because her pretty little trinket is, not that she knows it at that point, a leprechaun's coin. Imbued with pure luck, this little coin changes her life, and brings with it certain traits.

A need for mischief, the ability to come out of any situation on top, a love for all things shiny. And that combination, introduced to someone so young, well...it's only natural that Harry would grow a taste for thievery.

Years fly by and Harry, with her lucky coin held close, begins to gain a reputation as someone who can get in and out of impossible situations, in and out of impenetrable places, and collect valuable items. She can't help herself - it's almost an addiction, and no one is better than her.

Her current wanted poster - no image, because she's too lucky for that - is framed on the wall of her hideout.

Harry never turns down an interesting job, so when someone asks her to break into Minister Riddle's house and steal some documents, she agrees because why wouldn't she? Riddle's a dick of a politician, and Harry might not be heavily involved in the politics of her country but she gets a special kind of joy from fucking over assholes.

She breaks into his house, grabs the documents, and on her way out she sees a ring. It's gaudy, truly a hideous thing, but Harry wants it.

So she takes it.

How was she to know that that ring would be the thing that brings down the full attention of the Minister on her? How was she to know that her dickhead of a Minister was actually a fucking Dark Lord and petty as shit.

Harry likes a challenge but she likes living more - and something tells her that even with her lucky coin, she wouldn't come out of that fight unscathed.

And so begins their dance. Harry on the run, Riddle at her heels, back and forth, up and down, the two of them circling each other like cats.

Riddle's growing obsession with the person clever and quick enough to outmanoeuvre him.

Harry's addiction to adrenaline making her take more risks.

This is the most fun either of them have had in years.

[disorganizedkitten]

An Incomplete Active Fics List

People in the Magpie discord started doing this and then I was like 'I wanna too!' so I did. But I have... probably touching a hundred fanfic wips now. So! An incomplete list of my current wips feat. the ones I care the most about or are on ao3. Assume all MLB fics are included but they're not here.

Hyacinth/The Road To Ruin “WBWL” twin au where the butterfly effect leads to Harry mistakenly being labeled Voldemort’s child, instead of the Potters’, and somehow has a better relationship with his brother for it.

THHMR That one miraculous AU that I have an visceral, physical reaction to but goshdangit it’s been five years I will finish it

Not (Our Parents’) Children The really big WBWL Necromancer Harry fic that spans over three generations, has *so many ghosts*, Fay’s an inferius, and Harry publicly ‘kills’ his brother when being the BWL is too much, then spirits him away to iceland with Juliette Black to live in peace while Harry finishes with Voldemort. There is so much going on at any given moment. Regulus Black is the sanest adult. Voldemort’s kids cause problems. They also solve them. One is dead and thus the ghostly narrator.

 Seven Months Away Barty and Regulus get to interpret the prophecy in ‘91. Barty also gets to stop Regulus from committing treason - only against the Dark Lord. Treason against the ministry is fine.

Hold Your Bloody Head Up High MHA blood quirk Izuku feat. Izuku pretending to be the 9th holder of OFA

Consequences of War Crimes May Include: No one in the first war was Innocent or Right and somehow this becomes Neville and Delphi Lestrange’s problem.

Dark Magic For Dummies Fay Dunbar may or may not be a Malfoy by birth, but honestly she can figure that out after she’s become the first person to gain a mastery in soul magic, flanked by Harry ‘please let me not be the main character’ Potter and Neville ‘the only person smart Gryffindors respect’ Longbottom/Lestrange.

Conspiracy of Errors The Potters look at the BWL insanity and choose instead to fake James and Harry’s deaths. Lily then remarries; James’ new identity, naturally. The lies end up convalescing until the twins think Lily’s a death eater.

A week in a day Theo and Harry get stuck in a time loop, with no explanation as to why they are the ones included.

Keep Me In Balance Chaos Avatar Zuko feat. Azula being obsessed with her big brother

Ghost King, Demon Prince/Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead DPDC au where Damian helps Danny fake his death

Not Every Open Wound Is Simply Healed By Time / The Hands Of Fate/Slipped to Place Me Wrong Obscurial wbwl au. Will is having a bad time. Harry is having a worse time. Leo is doing his best. Florine is just bloodthirsty.

Garden snakes BWL Neville, feat. Harry and Nev bonding over both herbology and parseltongue

Win Come Late The last Gryffindor Triwizard Champion returns as a ghost to help guide Harry through it. Myrtle joins in because *how dare you* have a ghost friend without her.

The Myrtle Tree Moaning Myrtle from the point of her death to when she makes peace with it, 50-70 years later.

The Tomyrtle fic Tom Riddle doesn’t kill Myrtle Warren - he tries to recruit her, to show off the basilisk, only to be met with a near-obscurial, suicidal third year. He decides to personally ensure she lives long enough to be happy again.

Charlie’s Demons Parselmouth Charlie au feat. Percy taking over the ministry, Voldemort being a creep, Harry having a parselmouth mentor, and the Weasley kids all pretending they’re Not Dark while mistakenly believing they are The Only One

There is Magic In every Living Thing Slytherin Harry shenanigans

[sibelin]

Griffin, sphinx, Cerebrus!

hey!!

griffin - how many books have you read this year?

i'm keeping my expectation low and read one book every month this year. so far so good with four books! and starting my fifth with you 👀

sphinx - do you enjoy riddles and puzzles?

i'm obsessed with them. more when it's objects to solve than questions/riddles though! i would survive 0.5 seconds in hellraiser, i would instantly try to solve that box rip

cerberus - if you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be?

honestly i'm good with cats! maybe a magpie or a fox if i wanted something more original :)

[lost-lila]

Could I request something with poly octavinelle trio who's s/o's love language is a more "magpie-d" gift giving? (i.e. anything and everything shiny or soft that even vaguely reminds them of the trio is immediately given?) And could I request the same again but with Riddle? -💜

Sorry for being inactive for so long, I was pretty stressed, but now I'm back, so I apologize that you had to wait so long!

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Poly!Octavinelle

They're going to be confused at first. Why does our human bring us these things? Where did they even get them???

Don't think for even a second that they aren't grateful for the gifts though. They love them.

They're probably going to think it's a human thing at first and that you do this to court them or something, but after a while they notice that that's just how you are.

Azul keeps all of his gifts locked up in his safe. No one is allowed to touch them. When he's in his octopot, he'll take some of the soft things you've given him as a comfort.

Jade always thanks you when you give him a new gift, though he also teases you a bit about it. Definitely carries some of your smaller gifts around in his pocket, so he can think of you during the day.

Floyd is always extremely excited when you give him a gift and will squeeze you every time. You also can't tell me that Floyd isn't obsessed with shiny things. He's also definitely given you the nickname "Magpie Perch" now.

If anyone damages or otherwise harms one of your gifts to them, they're going to lose at least one hand, that's for sure.

Riddle Rosehearts

When you first start doing it, he's probably going to be concerned that you stole something, but once you reassure him that you obtain your gifts in a legal manner, he'll calm down.

Probably prefers the softer gifts, because he'll use them as a comfort and stress reliever. You might catch him cuddled up with a plushie you gave him after a long day.

Always tries to return the favor, be it through your favorite pastry and/or some quality time together.

Blushes every time you give him something. Every. Single. Time.

If someone touches your gifts, it'll be off with their head, even if it's only a little scratch.

Somehow always has enough space for your gifts in his room, no matter how many you give him. You have no idea how he does it.

[lifenodaijobu]

Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For  @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas 

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for  It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story:  Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

OR

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit? 

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway. 

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten 

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

[bigtittydemonwife]

Yandere creeps? 👀

Of course! since you didn’t specify who you wanted I decided to do Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Liu, EJ, LJ, Jeff and Jane

Ticci Toby

Honestly it wouldn’t take much for this man to go yandere honestly. Just show him kindness. He’s been shown cruelty his whole life so someone treating him with basic decency and not expecting anything out of it? Yeah he’s in love.

While he will treat you like a queen, if you fight back you will be punished. He doesn’t want to physically hurt his S/O, but he’s not below anything mentally. He will murder your loved ones right in front of you. All while saying things like “It’s you’re fault, I’m the only one who is allowed to love you”

But if your completely fine with being with him? (Don’t @ me I know there are some of you out there) He’s so happy! Expect cuddles everyday, they’re mandatory. He’s still possessive as all hell though. While he trusts you not to run away he does NOT trust others to not steal you away. No matter what you’re leaving the house for he’s coming with you. Taking out the trash? Wait for him. Getting grocery’s? Let him get his shoes. This leads to quote unquote dates a lot.

He needs you with them so don’t ever try to leave, love him and you should be fine. But don’t think it’s all happiness. He’s a PTSD ridden Schizophreniac with most likely trust issues and intimacy issues. There are days where you can tell him you love him a thousand times and he’s yelling about how you’re lying. But in a hour he’ll be back crying and begging for forgiveness.

He struggles with emotions so remember, he was major trouble showing love. The way he does it headpats, cuddles and not murdering you.

Eyeless Jack

Now this man is a mystery rapped in a enigma rapped in a riddle. For him, its tougher to figure out why he’s obsessed with you. But I’d say its how you are psychologically and what you’re life’s like.

Maybe its because of how generally kind you are despite knowing how shit life and people can be. Maybe he wants to protect the innocence he used to have?

Who knows. But as with Toby, Mans Possessive. Not in a lock you up kinda way (That would come later). But stalkerish. You may think you’re alone but you never are. Man knows you’re whole shecdual. And while he won’t KILL anyone who hurts you, that would draw way to much attention. But what he does is much worse.

He probably takes the longest out of all the creeps to show himself to you. And not even in person. He’d start with notes. If you return his feelings your safe and now have a cannibalistic stalker protector. If you don’t......well...We’ll unpack that someother time.

Masky

Again, Show him kindness, But its still a little different from Toby. If you fully understand what he’s done, the person he is. But still think he deserves kindness. He thinks you’re naive. Yeah, He starts off thinking your fucking stupid. Starting.

But as it goes on, and you continue to show him kindness. Even when you know what he’s done, He starts to warm up to your kindness. But if you witness him cold blooded murdering someone. He’s ready for you to leave. But if you dont. You still treat him kindly. He wants to save this nativity. Being naive in this world is a death wish. So he’ll barely let you leave the house. And he’s always with you. Unlike EJ. He will murder anyone who fucks with you. And leave no evidence behind. As far as anyones concerned they’ve dissapeared from the earth.

Once again if you love this man. You have to put up with this. No negotiations. He loves you and thats how he shows it. But if you do put up with it. And show this man all the love. Maybe it will be alright.

But like EJ, Never try and leave him, Unlike some creeps he will hurt his S/O physically, but then will cry into their arms begging them to forgive him. Or a different punishment might go an NSFW way if you know what I mean.....

Hoodie

Again, Complicated. His obsession probably comes very quickly. Someone whose creative like him, Who questions the bigger things in life. Someone he could have a intelligent conversation with.

He’s a stalker. He watches his S/O all day. Nothing they do could bore him. But he gets jealous very easy. Why else do you think the cute person in the library that gave you their number hasn’t come back? Or hasn’t texted you?

He’s probably take a while to show himself to his S/O. And once he finally gets the courage. He’ll send them a letter. You two’ll become penpals. He’s kept every single one of your letters and keeps them in a folder.

He does have trouble showing his emotions though, Showing his S/O He loves them would be returning letters, Giving them small trinkets (like a magpie) and not murdering them.

Prefurs not to hurt his S/O, If they try to run away he’ll just psychologically torture them. Following them and disappearing when the call the police. Making them think they’re the only one who can see him. Anyone who they care about disappears. But this only happends if you run away and don’t love him back.

So love him and you’ll be good....you’ll just have to deal with Possessiveness, Paranoia, Obssession, and Jealousy.

Jane The Killer

With most of the creeps. Be kind to her, But not just her. If your a generally kind person who shows others respect but refuses to to bow down to bullies. Shes in love

Shes quite quick to talk to her S/O, She’ll ask for they’re number, and because of how normal she looks (And how pretty she is) you say yes.

Late night texts about random things, if you rant to her about your interests she could listen all day.

(To quote The Killers) Jealousy

Its her life quest to keep creepers who remind her of Jeff away from you, Speaking of Jeff is he ever went near you shes starting a riot.

She loves cuddles, intamacy is a must. She needs you to stay near her. Once again won’t hurt her S/O but if they try to run away they’re getting locked in a room alone untill they’re begging for her to come back so they can hear someone’s voice that isnt their own and touch them. She’s not above depriving her S/O of intimacy should the moment call for it.

Possessive. You need her and only her. Everyone else doesnt matter. Show her love and no one else.

Jeff The Killer

He’s most likely to become obsessed with someone whose nice to people. But will fight a bitch. If your sassy and don’t take shit he’s in love. But remember hes a twisted psychopath who murdered his family and his neighbours. His love isnt what you’d call socially acceptable. He’d kill for you in a flash. Anyone, people you love or hate. They’re dissapearing.

Unlike the others, he won’t show himself to you quickly BUT he will not hide his love. Scribbled love notes written in blood. Dead animals on your porch. He’s kinda like a dog.

He will hurt his S/O if they don’t love him, Mentally or Physically he doesnt mind, He see’s it as a necessary step.

He needs physically affection.

Isnt a soft relationship to be honest. Cuddles and kisses yes. But no soft words. Just sass, violent outbursts, Hate sex, Angry sex, Makeup sex. Yeah lots of sex.

He’s a horndog what can I say?

But maybe, just mayyybeee once In a blue moon, you’ll be cuddling and he’ll think your asleep, and whisper he loves you in his ear. Pretend your asleep though.

Laughing Jack

He needs someone he can laugh with, Someone with a sort of wonder to them. He likes those type of people.

Since he’s a childs imaginary friend(?) He doesn’t really understand love, But obsession? Yes.

He’s not gonna show himself to his S/O for ages. I mean, Hes like a seven foot tall clown. Total boyfriend material.

He’ll leave candy on your doorstep, Or cute little trinkets, Like music boxes.

Gives the best hugs honestly. He’ll lift you right up off the ground and spin you around. Honestly he carries you everywhere like a princess.

CARNIVIAL DATES.

Anyone, literally anyone makes you feel sad or makes the wonder in your eyes leave. They’re loved ones are getting turned into candy, then they’re forced to eat them. Then they get murdered gruesomely. He’s all you need and he’ll protect you.

He loves to slow dance with you. He’ll play some old classical music.

(I headcanon he has a British accent)

He’ll cut you off from all your friends, or make them disappear, He’s all you need.

Homicidial Liu/Sully

(Its so hard to find good gifs for these boys)

This boy needs a hug, Him and Sully.

Stalkers. They need affection. They’ll follow they’re S/O wherever they go. No mater what they do.

They’re S/O has a partner? Not for much longer.

Liu gives cute gifs and notes like Flowers, or shiny trinkets, Sully gives weirder stuff, Like random stones or shiny things. And his notes are scrubbed much more.

Nickname them Magpie they’ll love it.

While Liu is defiantly the more sweeter one, He’ll never hurt his S/O, but he will score them if he must. Sully on the other hand, all for scaring them. Despite what others think he loves them, and he doesn’t want to hurt them to much because he wants them to be his. And they can’t be his if they’re dead.

You know all the jealousy I said Jeff had? Imagine that but doubled.

Thats your realtionship. While Liu will be more defensive if someone’s hurting or flirting with you. Sully aggressive. Back away from whats his.

[tomie233]

Ed&Edgar（1）:Magpie mind

ALL OF MY SICK STORIES WILL BE ADDED AT THE TAG “Ed&Edgar”

Edgar really hates his father's riddles. The Hate Riddles trophy, to be exact. Each of the jumbled things, with leds emitting a cold green glow, looked like a tiny monitor in which his father laughed at his stupidity, narrowness and obsession.

So he solved every puzzle, cracked every mechanism, collected all three hundred and eighty trophies, and then smashed them one by one in front of his father and trampled them to pieces.

"I'd fill the cup with bugs if I were you." He didn't forget to add this after the last one was destroyed.

[slytherdaddy]

h e r o e s  always get remembered                                                 but y’know legends never die

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

”Purity will always conquer.” ”The decay will feed the bloom.” ”These violent delights have violent ends.” ”He wore his hatred like a cruel second skin.” "You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.”

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy NICKNAMES: Lucius Malfoy has never been given a pet name in his entire life, because he is not well-liked by, well, anyone. Occasionally, when he did something flawlessly and earned praise from his father in his youth, he would get called ‘son’ affectionately. It’s happened four times, and they’re part of his top five happiest memories.  AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: December 20th GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: he / him

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: PRISCILLA ERIDANI MALFOY ( deceased ) FATHER: ABRAXAS CEPHEUS MALFOY ( deceased ) SIBLINGS: none

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Hunter Parrish BUILD: Broad shoulders but otherwise slim; takes care of his body only to the capacity as he has to. HAIR: Short, as it should be; it is tradition for the patriarch of his family to cease cutting his hair as soon as they learn they have received a male heir to the name.  HAIR COLOR: Golden blond EYE COLOR: Emerald green SKIN COLOR: Pale white DOMINANT HAND: Left ANOMALIES: None; his skin is flawless, and he doesn’t bear a single scar aside from the garish black snake & skull tattoo on his left forearm. Lucius uses numerous illusion & glamour charms to hide the hideous thing at all times, and as a result, it always itches.  SCENT: Whatever cologne Narcissa has bought him for this season; usually trendy and... masculine? He would reek of clove & tobacco if he didn’t actively glamour charm away the smell each time he burned a cigarette. ACCENT: British, no local inflection ALLERGIES: None DISORDERS: Lactose intolerant; he takes a draught from the family Healer to supplement the calcium, his family riddled with a history of brittle bones FASHION: The most luxurious robes, all custom tailored fits to accent his shoulders; he prefers decadent silks & velvet, lace as an accent, all the buttons and snaps guilded with expensive precious metals. He has an expansive collection of rings and brooches, rare and ancient gemstones glistening from the box he keeps in his study, away from prying eyes. NERVOUS TICS: None; Lucius is in perfect control of his mind & body at all times. Any physical nervous tic would’ve been beaten out of him in his youth, anyway... He may have light OCD tendencies if he’s losing his shit, but it’s incredibly rare for a Malfoy to risk their impeccable reputation for composure in such a way.  QUIRKS: He’s got an addiction to nicotine that no one saw coming. The second investment of his ludicrous inheritance was into a tobacco plantation across the sea, where Lucius gets all his cigarettes hand-rolled by some dusty old wizard farmers making a literal killing off him. It’s worth it though, to be free of the shame of a Muggle vice by ensuring it’s decidedly not Muggle. The tobacco is mixed with Jobberknoll feathers & Mandrake leaves, an old wives’ tale that allegedly counteracts the effects of truth serums. Lucius just likes the taste.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Yorkshire, Scotland, United Kingdom BORN: Yorkshire, again RAISED: despite being “raised” in Yorkshire, Lucius never actually spent any time with the common people, and he rarely even resided in Malfoy Manor until a year after his father’s death. He had always been abroad or at boarding school until he turned of age, and was in Myokonos when he received the news. He hasn’t left the manor since, the patriarch of the name never abandoning his stronghold. PETS: he doesn’t really consider the peacocks “pets,” as much as they are moving displays of his wealth. The closest thing to a pet he has are the house elves, although that’s too affectionate a term. 

CAREER: Advisor to the Minister for Magic, Public Relations; the position was held by his father at the height of his power in the Ministry, before his retirement. Although the Rosier patriarch wasn’t ready to follow suit, Harold managed to convince him it was for the best before giving the coveted title to the burgeoning Malfoy heir, following his 25th birthday.  EXPERIENCE: None; a very powerful last name & a more powerful father who called in a few favors, the least he could do for his son during his dying hour... or whatever. Although honestly, Lucius’ entire life is experience enough; he’s been manipulating others since he was in diapers, such was the art of his illusion.  EMPLOYER: The Minister For Magic; he was personally appointed, as it were, and Lucius answers to nobody in the Ministry other than him, so he doesn’t really believe himself included in their workforce as much as Minchum’s.

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Death Eaters BELIEFS: Traditional, conservative pureblood values - what more needs to be said? MISDEMEANORS: Nope. FELONIES: Nope.  DRUGS: Don’t be a prude, but don’t get caught. It’s a fine line to tread. SMOKES: Habitually, obsessively, constantly - use whatever adjective of choice, he feels no guilt for his only vice ALCOHOL: Publicly, he limits himself to one or two at functions; after he turned of age, Lucius had a bit of a problem, and the only regrets he bears are those two years until he sobered up. If he is drunk, he becomes affectionate, giggly, rosy cheeked.... It’s a terrible look on him, and he avoids it all costs. His father, however, had a sizable investment into a extravagant, private winery tucked away in Bordeaux, and several shipments sit waiting in the basement of the manor. It is the only wine he allows on the estate. DIET: A creature of habit, Lucius maintains the same diet seven days a week, the house elves on a strict schedule to adhere to unless alternative plans are made for parties or unexpected guests. It helps him remember

LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes, Latin, Greek, French, Italian - languages were an easy skill to pick up when he was always traveling or studying abroad

PHOBIAS: Irrelevancy, public shame or humiliation  HOBBIES: Lucius is well-versed in the classics, as expected of him by various boarding schools and his hard to impress father - painting, piano, & poetry were always his forte. The only hobby he enjoys for himself is reading, reading, and more reading; he enjoys the history of wizarding kind and his father has a vast library, filled to the brim and largely untouched still. All of Lucius’ free time is spent locked in the patriarch’s study, having a glass of red and pouring into anything he can before bedtime. The problem is he doesn’t have a lot of free time.  TRAITS: { + }: composed, calculative, confident, dependable, observant { - }: vengeful, manipulative, haughty, disingenuous, self-serving

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: France - the countryside, the cities, it doesn’t matter. He enjoys their flair for the dramatic. SPORTS TEAM: Montrose Magpies - he cares about Quidditch as much as he has to just to get by in polite conversation, and they’re the local team of his youth.  GAME: Wizard chess MUSIC: Abraxas was ever the elitist, and a near obsessive collector of all the finest things. The Malfoy Manor’s library has an entire vinyl section filled to the brim of ancient classical Wizard composers, musicians, and singers; his favorites were obviously inspired by the Baroquean era, but Lucius was always more swayed by the Romantics, and has contributed much time and effort into cultivating that part of the collection.  MOVIES: He does not know what those are. FOOD: Confit de canard BEVERAGE: A glass of Malfoy Merlot, if he must COLOR: White

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Slytherin WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 11 inches, stiff, elm & dragon heartstring; the wand is passed down to the male heir the night after his father’s death, and the son’s previous wand is destroyed to represent his ascension as the patriarch. It is to be kept inside a fabricated black casing with a snake head handle that measures at 18 inches & is capable of being placed in a cane, but the Dark object has long been lost to history. It’s Lucius’ deepest desire to locate the relic of his heritage one day.  AMORTENTIA: The smell of burning firewood & an unknown array of spices, with a hint of coffee. He doesn’t go near the bloody shit because he’d recognize that scent anywhere, and it often induces a blush only Firewhiskey can achieve.  PATRONUS: Cannot and will never be able to produce a Patronus BOGGART: Bellatrix, dead, corpse warped and reanimated as an Inferni

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral evil MBTI: INTJ-A MBTI ROLE: The Architect ( assertive ) ENNEAGRAM: Type Three ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Achiever TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic WESTERN ZODIAC: Sagittarius CHINESE ZODIAC: Rabbit PRIMAL SIGN: Sugar Glider TAROT CARD: The Chariot TV TROPES: Classic Evil Villain, Billionaire Boys Club, Enemy In Plain Sight SONGS: Emperor’s New Groove - P!ATD, Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde, Kings - Tribe Society

IDEOLOGIES: History & time have both proven the validity of blood purity & its direct relevance to the power of a family’s bloodline. Love is weakness. Nothing fancy, nothing poetic - it’s just another attempt of man’s to qualm the suffering of the human condition. A distraction that only makes one vulnerable. No game worth playing is worth being exposed over. The best players exist in the shadows, without getting their fingerprints anywhere near the guilty party. There has never been a loyalty to Lord Voldemort; Lucius’ loyalty is confined to the Malfoy name alone. Fame, fortune, power, honor - anything to ascend the Malfoy name to the highest standard it deserves. The Dark Lord exists as a stepping stone, a revolving door, a temporary fix. As all great men do, he will eventually fall victim to his own hubris.  If you plan to ask for a favor, you better be able to look him in the eyes; if you plan to ask for forgiveness, you better already be on your knees. Lucius does not take kindly to insubordination nor disrespect. 

[turbulenthandholding]

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After the Battle by birdsofshore Drarry / Rating: Explicit Written for the prompt: Draco offers a “thanks for saving the world” blowjob to Harry soon after the Battle of Hogwarts.

As Magic As It Gets by @femmequixotic Drarry / Rating: Teen and Up The last person Draco expects to see in the office of his relocation charity is Harry bloody Potter.​

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by @femmequixotic Drarry / Rating: Mature Draco owns a café in the city. Harry’s a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Black Holes and Revelations by @femmequixotic Drarry / Rating: Explicit What was meant to be an unexpected one-off in the loo of a Camden bar turns into something rather different, much to Harry and Draco’s surprise.

Boom Clap (The Sound of My Heart) by Femme, noeon Drarry / Rating: Explicit Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.​

Bound to You by agentmoppet Drarry / Rating: Explicit Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

Breaking the Line by @kedavranox​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Draco was a Dom for hire. Harry was his best client. But Harry disappeared and now Draco’s retired. Draco’s doing fine (he’s even attending parties!) but who should show up to the latest BDSM shindig, but Harry Potter himself? Can Draco play with his ex-client without breaking the line?​

But, In Dreams by @kedavranox​ Drarry / Rating: Mature Harry is a Seer, with a particular affinity for speaking to the dead, but this comes at a price he’s slowly killing himself to pay.

Can’t Get You Out of My Head by @femmequixotic​ [Prequel to Lost in Your Arms] Drarry / Rating: Explicit After he sees Harry Potter naked in the Auror showers once, Draco can’t stop thinking about him.

Conquering the Dark by noeon Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry’s a Healer specialising in the care of children, Draco Malfoy’s an expert in neuromagic at St Mungo’s. A difficult case forces them to work together and, in the process, unearths some of the trauma of the past, as well as the chance for healing in the present.

Draco/Rest by @lol-zeitgeistic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit ​Harry’s estranged husband has never really been estranged to him.

Find the Balance by lauren3210, Obliviate_Amores Drarry / Rating: Mature After Harry gives Draco his wand and goes back to using his own, they both start having trouble making them work. Finding out why is a lot simpler than fixing the problem.

Gone Down the Angel on a Lonely Night by  @femmequixotic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Eight years after the end of the war, Harry stumbles upon Draco in an unexpected place: Islington.​

Haute Allure by @lol-zeitgeistic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry is famous for his menswear now. Malfoy is the inside leg that he loves running his tape measure up.​

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

The Incredible Race by @dysonrules​ Drarry / Rating: Mature Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Aurors, are forced to join a televised global race in order to provide some free positive publicity for the Ministry, despite the fact that Aurors Potter and Malfoy don’t exactly get along.​

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound Drarry / Rating: Explicit ​Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Kiss a Boy in London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of a Society Whore) by @femmequixotic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

Kissed by pie Drarry / Rating: Mature On the night of his Azkaban release, Draco Malfoy was attacked by a rogue Dementor. He survived but self-exiled to Muggle London, where he opened a late-night chocolate shop called Kissed. His only remaining link to the magical world is Harry Potter, who refuses to leave him alone for more reasons than Draco knows…and a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavored Bean will help him uncover the truth.

Like a Real Family by Queenie_Mab Drarry / Rating: Explicit ​Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.

Little Talks by @femmequixotic​, noeon Drarry / Rating: Explicit Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.​

 Lost In Your Arms by @femmequixotic​ [Sequel to Can’t Get You Out of My Head]

Drarry / Rating: Explicit Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he?  Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand.  This fic starts after Can’t Get You Out of My Head. While it’s not crucial for you to have read that one first, it’ll probably make a bit more sense if you have. :)

 Lumos by birdsofshore

Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.​

Manticoria by @lol-zeitgeistic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit ​In the dangerous days after Voldemort’s fall, Harry struggles to find a way to be with Draco—again. But as the magical world threatens to die all around them, it might be more difficult than he thought. Includes dying wards, dying beasts, and love struggling to live; sentient magic, wandlore, Founder lore, potion lore, and ward lore; and of course there is Zacharias Smith to ruin everything, as usual.

Men Who Had Mothers by @lol-zeitgeistic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit This is what happens when you spend all of your time trying to save the world and never bother to see what you’re saving. Inspired by vegans, philosophy, mothers, docks, and hopes and dreams.

Offer up the Night by _Melodic_ Drarry / Rating: Explicit In the Summer of 2000, Harry Potter leaves England and travels to New York City, desirous to get away from the shadows of the past and the expectations of his role as a war hero. Upon arrival, he discovers Draco Malfoy, punk music, and the beauty to be found in chaos.​

Once Upon A Time, Yesterday by @femmequixotic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit “You’ve always been obsessed with Malfoy, Harry. That should probably tell you something.”

 REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, @lol-zeitgeistic​

Drarry / Rating: Explicit The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.  It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

 Says the Magpie to the Morning (Sorrow, Take Your Own Advice) by @femmequixotic​

Drarry / Rating: Explicit It’s terribly bad form, sleeping with your ex when you’re still half in love with the bastard.

Something Always Brings Me Back to You by @kedavranox​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit The Centre for Magical Theory and Complex Spell Classifications keeps fucking with Harry’s dig sites, and he’s pretty sure Malfoy has ulterior motives.

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks Drarry / Rating: Explicit It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

Symptoms of Family by @lol-zeitgeistic​ Percy/Remus / Rating: Explicit ​Percy hates Tuesdays; he just doesn’t realise it. Inspired by apples, breathing, curry and bookshops.

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by @firethesound​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring.​

Unknown Pleasures by birdsofshore Drarry / Rating: Explicit The Room of Requirement was definitely broken. Why else would it be presenting Harry with a whip, some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a… what exactly was that thing, anyway?

The Voldemort Manor by @kedavranox​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit The Malfoy Manor is a state run museum, renamed The Voldemort Manor by the Ministry for Magic. As part of his probation, Draco is assigned as sole caretaker. When the Manor hosts a series of high class events celebrating the Wizarding World’s fourth Yuletide season Post War, it brings with it a swathe of people Draco hasn’t seen in years; including one, Harry Potter.

We Are Young (I’ll Carry You Home Tonight) by @femmequixotic​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement–and financial gain–of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister’s office, they can’t work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn’t it?

Weeds or Wildflowers by lq_traintracks Drarry / Rating: Explicit A perfect match, a romance for the ages, with a one hundred percent success rate! Magic Match claims they can give Draco all of this. So why do they keep sending him on dates with Harry Potter?

What Real Thing? by loveglowsinthedark Drarry / Rating: Explicit They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.​

What’s New, Buenos Aires? by @kedavranox​ Drarry / Rating: Explicit Draco and Harry are in the Portkey business! Hijinks ensue, Draco has a few panic attacks, Harry is seriously fit, and somehow they’re stranded in Argentina.​

When Dudley Met Millicent by noeon Dudley/Millicent / Rated: Teen and Up Dudley didn’t know what to expect as a visitor in his cousin’s world. He certainly wasn’t expecting her.

White Sheets in the Morning Sun by agentmoppet Drarry / Rating: Explicit ​Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years when he suddenly appears on stage in Hogsmeade’s newest cafe. Harry is mesmerised, wanting to know where and how the boy who made all the wrong choices learned to sing like that, and for the first time, he feels something more than the vague fog of nothingness.

[gigglinggoblin]

Sprites: A Basic Guide

The Term

The term "sprite" has several connotations, depending on the context. Scientifically, a "sprite" is a variety of Low Fey with intelligence radically diverging from human—either due to lesser intellect, or a mind that is simply alien or animalistic.

The best-known breed of sprite is the lust sprite, though its status as a “true fey” has been...subject to debate. Lust sprites are otherwise a perfect fit for the label, however, as their minds are established more as afterthoughts than as real computing devices of any value.

Another type of true sprite, particularly common in the Wild East, is the fleece sprite (colloquially called the “sheepgirl” or “weresheep”). The fleece sprite, while intelligent, has a set of motivations more closely linked to basic animal needs (food, mate, sleep) than any sort of true human planning. They often struggle to understand basic concepts such as ambition, curiosity, and most emotional bonds beyond simple friendship.

Aside from their mental inhumanity, the second common trait of sprites is their adherence to the Primal Codes.

All fey are subject to their Primal Codes, to some degree—leannán sídhe are compelled to seek out creative artists, nymphs are forced to slavishly keep their word (with certain notable exceptions), and catgirls are compulsively flighty and distractable—but there are still the rare exceptions who are able to manage these compulsions to some extent. True sprites tend to be much more strictly bound, simply because their minds lack the creativity to act with other motivations and circumvent things.

Lust sprites are constantly driven to seek carnal delight, no matter what, even when it might put them in danger to do so. Fleece sprites are compelled by ineffable laziness—they can only fight this laziness when driven by their equally great lust, and usually, it's all they can do to grab onto someone and let their sleep-inducing fleece do the rest of the work. Holstaurs (also called "udder sprites"), while dangerously intelligent, are kept in check—partially, anyways—by their need to be milked. That and the Song Terror, a state brought on by a special druid song involving bells that can paralyze a holstaur for brief periods.

All sprites are bound under one common Code, and this, perhaps, is the easiest way to distinguish the sprite “genus”: The so-called Law of Yes, which binds sprites from committing the most overt types of rape. A sprite must obtain some manner of consent—be it through words or body language—that their target consents to sex before they can indulge. This law, however, is generally as badly abused as a demon's word. Even lust sprites have managed to work out that if they surround a man and dial their lust auras up as far as they can go, eventually, the human will break down. The Law of Yes exists as a delaying factor. Not any guarantee of safety.

The fact of the matter is, "sprite", as a term, has become rather confused since its inception. The strange variety of lust sprites, coupled with the easy genericness of the word "sprite", has led to it becoming a common term for any "simple" fey. Catgirls are sometimes condescendingly referred to as "kitten sprites", while the Thriae's addicted slaves are called "honey sprites" due to their seeming stupidity—actually a dazed state brought on by the mead they drink, though since they're kept constantly drunk when possible, there's no real distinction. Some dryads are even called sprites—many dryads connected to lavender, cannabis, lamb's ear and morning glories, among others, end up termed “flower sprites” simply for their manner. Most fey view this as a serious insult.

Sometimes, one need not even be fey to be mischaracterized as a sprite. Dopterines—also erroneously called “moth girls”—have been systemically branded as sprites by several institutions over the years. Up until recently, slavery of sprites was regarded as a legal gray area, and dopterines were included under this umbrella. Dopterines are, in reality, neither fey nor elf nor human, but this is often forgotten or ignored for convenience.

Finally, there is the common myth of the "True Sprite". A True Sprite is generally agreed to be a green-skinned, elfin-featured woman with pointed ears and a general mishmash of other fey traits, including hypnosis, implanted triggers, and a riddle fixation. This myth likely came about by word of mouth from humans who had encountered and misunderstood other sorts of fey, but it has become pervasive in folklore, rather like dwarves and other cryptids.

Overall, “sprite” has come to mean less and less over the years. It is essentially a form of slang at this point: A word that has been used to justify all manner of atrocities and indignities.

Examples

Species classifications are always an imprecise art, as any biologist will attest, and “sprite” is no exception. Even so, below is an incomplete list of fey for with the label is generally accepted:

Holstaurs/Udder Sprites: While highly intelligent, a holstaur's long-term goals start and end with her getting milked by attractive mortals. She enjoys adding to her harem whenever possible, and prefers to mate with humans, elves or dopterines who are under her milk's power. Holstaurs' empathy is limited to shared pleasure, and a holstaur is literally incapable of empathizing with a human's pain, sorrow or anger. To her, every problem someone else is dealing with is meant to be solved by drinking from her enormous breasts.

Lust Sprites: An entire separate essay could be written about these hiveminded creatures. They are obsessed only with pleasure, and rove the world in packs, hunting fey and mortals alike. They are roughly as intelligent as extremely clever dire parrots—they can speak, and have some limited reasoning abilities, but most of what they do is pure instinct.

Fleece Sprites: These fey are clever, but simple in what they want in life. They will happily spend days or even weeks lounging in each others' arms. Cannabis and lamb's ear dryads often keep them as “pets”. Their wool sends waves of drowsiness into anyone who comes into contact with it, including the sprite who wears it.

Ink Sprites: These fey are often likened to magpies for their eclectic, scatterbrained attitudes and general greediness. They have very weak attention spans, but love learning new things, and so are often found loitering in libraries. They view sexual conquest as a form of learning, to the great surprise and alarm of many librarians. Ink sprites have been used for political purposes on several occasions, as their compulsion to tattoo the true names of those they sleep with on their skin is a valuable tool in blackmail.

Bunnyfolk: Sometimes confused for rabbit-themed lust sprites, these fey are obsessed with one thing: Breeding. Bunnies can be male or female—male bunnyfolk are called jacks, and female bunnyfolk are called bunny girls. Bunnyfolk have extremely firm views on the uses for sex organs: A cock belongs in a cunt at all times, and a cunt without a cock inside it is close to perverse. The use of these organs for anything else is tantamount to blasphemy to a bunny. This often manifests as apparent homophobia, but relationships between two men or two women are actually fine by them, as long as they each have “the parts”. Bunny girls take sex extremely seriously, mainly because the final pleasure moment tends to be so overpowering for them, it constitutes something like a religious experience.

Silk Devils: Like the dust devils of the desert, this wind sprite resembles the shape of a woman as outlined by billowing silk. They are said to be fey cursed for ancient sins, and now, though held in the grip of unbearable lust, are capable of doing nothing but teasing their targets. This doesn't stop them from trying to get off, however, and their hypnotic spirals of flying silk have captivated many a traveler.

Jellyfolk: The jellyfish merfolk (not to be confused with slime dryads, below) are characterized by an overwhelming love for humans, and love to drift around near sailors and bring those sailors as much pleasure as humanly bearable. They also have a major tickling fetish, however, and frequent is the story of the jellyfish merman who got carried carried away and tickled his target until she could no longer steer her vessel for laughing. Though mischievous and a bit singleminded, jellyfolk are kindly enough, and some have even protested being considered sprites. It remains an issue of some controversy as a result, but their need for genuine consent has generally been interpreted as proof enough.

Slime Dryads: These men and women, made up entirely of brightly-colored slime, are only loosely considered dryads. They are dimwitted and sluggish, but dangerous, in their way. Some slime dryads will merely seek to sleep with “solid beings”, while others will fuck their target senseless, pump them with anesthetic, and slowly devour them alive. Only another dryad or trained druid can tell the difference between the two varieties.

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Elise’s Pitch Wars Welcome!

Hello! My name is Elise Longden, and I’m writing this little introduction because I have written a manuscript and I’m planning to submit it to Pitch Wars, the mentoring programme!

Whilst this little blog is where I record my thoughts about my writing, I’ve never really introduced myself - mostly because I believed I would never let anyone see it. However, the Pitch Wars form has room for a website, and I would rather link this blog as opposed to my Twitter (which is inactive) or my Instagram (which is just full of cosplay and dog photos). 

To clarify, I have written a book called “The Hollow World”. 

Okay so, here’s some stuff about me:

Submission related stuff that potential mentors may be interested in:

In 2017 I won the UK National Flash Fiction Competition run by the University of Chester and was published in an anthology that had also once featured Margaret Atwood (SQUEE!). My piece entitled “Flotsam” can be found here:

 http://www.chester.ac.uk/sites/files/chester/Longden%20Elise%20-%20Flotsam%20FINAL.pdf

I got an A* A-Level grade (It’s not to big myself up...just in case anyone not British doesn’t know what that means!!!!) in Creative Writing, and my coursework, which was 70% of my grade, was the first 30,000 words of my Pitch Wars manuscript.

The idea for “The Hollow World” came to me in a Film Studies class at college. After trying /(and failing) to come up for an idea to base a project around, my teacher gave me an exercise to generate some ideas. She took a few traits typical of Hollywood films, and told me to flip them on their head. Thus, “The Hollow World”, or at least a basis for it, was born, and three (ish) years later, I still can’t get it out of my head. 

Basically the idea of Ashe came from my bizarre urge to see a tiny little girl violently killing things in a film. I thought I was being super original, but the film Logan beat me to it. I can’t even be mad, because Dafne Keen is so incredible?!

The reason why I’m submitting to Pitch Wars, is because I need help. That’s the bottom line. I have edited my manucript the best I can, but I need someone who can take what I’ve written and look at it from a fresh, and new perspective. I am new to the idea of getting my manucript published (though I have always dreamed I would), and navigating the crazy world of publishing and agents and general make-your-writing-an-actual-book stuff....is scary. And I really, really, need your help. I need someone who is honest who can tell me what needs to be done. I’ve done the best I can, and now I need someone who is better than me.

I draw, so here’s some pictures of the characters from the “The Hollow World”, that may hopefully pique your interest:

ASHE 

MAGPIE

NADIA

CASSIDY

SOME FACES

SOME MORE FACES

Whilst these were drawn about a year ago and aren’t my best work, I’m hoping they entice potential mentors, just a ‘lil bit more! :)

Some general stuff about me:

I am a pretty happy and positive person, who loves to work hard. If I have a task or idea inside my head, I will hyperfixate on it until it’s done. For example...this manuscript was unfinished (by about 20,000 words) on the 1st of August. It was my first draft that I hadn’t read through, it was unformatted, it was riddled with errors and inconsistancies, but after meeting the lovely Tomi Adeyemi and talking to her about Pitch Wars, I decided to enter. So I took my jumbled mess, I put my butt into gear, and I spent day after day writing, writing, writing, until I felt happy enought to submit it. I also had to learn what I query letter was, because I am a publishing term noob. My point is, I am willing to push myself, and go all out at 110% percent, if that somehow helps me achieve what I want to achieve.

I am 19 and I live in the UK (specifically near Liverpool). 

I cosplay as well! I’ve been Rey, Leia, and a generic Jedi from Star Wars, Margaery Tyrell and Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, Pirate King Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean, and I spend 70% of my time in my 13th Doctor costume.

I love Hamilton, and can rap all of it. I love musicals in general tbh.

I have an unhealthy obsession with Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes.

Have I mentioned that the 13th Doctor is the best thing ever to happen to me?

I have a dinosaur hat that I wear whenever I’m sad, because it’s pretty impossible to be sad with a giant T-Rex on your head. And by “hat” I mean this thing:

Pretty majestic, right?

ANYWAY

I’m ace/aro, which is why my book features no romance.

I love my dog Rocky more than anything. He looks like this: 

As well as a mentor who can teach me writer-y things, I’m also looking for a friend, so here’s some stuff I like:

TV Shows: 

Merlin (the love of my life, tbh, and it broke my heart), DOCTOR WHO (especially the 13th Doctor, even though she hasn’t aired yet), Hannibal, Orphan Black, Sense 8, iZombie, TOP GEAR (Yes, the car show. I’m obsessed), Game of Thrones, Parks and Recreation, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jessica Jones/any Netflix Marvel show, the 100 (early seasons because Lexa), RuPauls Drag Race, Queer Eye, Brooklyn 99, Stranger Things, Sherlock, Agent Carter...I’ve watched a lot okay?

Movies: 

My ultimate favourite movie of all time is What We Do in the Shadows. Even if you’re not going to choose me as a mentee, then please what this dumb film. I love it. I LOVE IT. It’s dark comedy genius, and a real gem. 

Other favourite films are: Wonder Woman, Ghostbusters (2017 version), Ocean’s 8 (will Cate Blanchett adopt me as her ace/aro child?), Marvel Films (particulary Thor: Ragnarok), Star Wars Films, Kingsman Films, John Wick Films, Pirates of the Carribbean Films, Harry Potter Films,Mad Max: Fury Road, Peter Pan Goes Wrong (if you pick me I’ll force you to watch it at some point, sorry), Disney Films (Mulan, Up!, and Hercules are my faves).

Books: 

Some that don’t need an explanation: Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, His Dark Materials, Lord of the Rings. Anything by Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, or Stephen King.

My favourite series, and arguably my “Harry Potter” is the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy. I’ve met Derek multiple times, and his books are just hilarious, soul-destorying, and MAGIC. I love them.

A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers - Seriously, this Sci-Fi book is one of the most striking books I’ve ever read, mostly because it surprised me with it’s tender story, honest representations of real people, and general WOW-ness. I love it, and its flashbacks heavily influenced my own manuscript. You know when you love a book so much that you wish you could eat it? This is that book for me.

Moriarty by Antony Horowitz. My favourite villain of all time in a book that blew my mind? Yes please.

The Girl in 6E by A.R.Torre. I picked up this book for a quid in the supermarket, and it utterly suprised me. It’s about a sex-worker murder-obsessed cam girl who is asked to act out something on camera that’s a little too disturbing, so she tracks down the man who asked her in order to save a little girl from a vile act. Think Maestra meets The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. It’s not the most sophisticated reading with all of the bizarre sexual stuff, but the wit and exasperation of the main character makes up for it. I love anything that surprises me, and this book was something I'd never seen before.

Anything (memoir or fiction) by Carrie Fisher. As a Star Wars nerd I knew I would love her work, but when I read them I was blown away by how poignant, poetic, and wonderous Carrie Fisher’s writing is. She seems to find the perfect balance between humour and emotion, and reading them was a genuine joy. Each funny sentence makes me laugh out loud, but each serious sentence is heavy, poised, and so amazingly crafted and emotional. 

Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi. I was lucky enough to meet Tomi on her UK tour, and I gave her my very long letter and a portfolio of art. I love the book, and I love even more what it stands for, and there’s not much else I can really say.

Other books I loved in no order: The Power by Naomi Alderman, The Cursed Prince by Holly Black, The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins, the Chaos Walking series by Patrick Ness, the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan, Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas, The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, the Gone series by Michael Grant, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, The Martian and Artemis by Andy Weir, Lost Stars by Claudia Gray, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Room by Emma Donoghue, Wicked by Gregory Maguire....and a helluva lot more....

And just so you know, here’s what I look like:

(I’m the human dressed as the 13th Doctor)

Hopefully this gives you an idea about me and my personality! I’m sorry this is so long, I just wanted to make sure I came across in an okay way! If any potential mentors are reading this, thank you for taking the time to! 

If you want to read the notes/journal entries I kept on this blog when I was writing and editing my manucript, just search the tag #update! 

My Twitter is: https://twitter.com/EliseLongden 

My Instagram is:  instagram.com/elise.longden/ (here you will find a lot of cosplay and dog pictures, and I’m not sorry)

If you have any questions or anything else you want to know, please feel free to shoot me an ask! Or just say hi!

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Ugly Geelong-Collingwood encounter exhibit A in the case against modern AFL

Updated May 14, 2018 05:22:54

Photo: The Collingwood and Geelong clash at the MCG failed to live up to expectations. (AAP: Joe Castro) Related Story: Some say the AFL is in crisis, but the crowds keep turning up Map: Melbourne 3000 At the Gabba last week Collingwood and Brisbane did not so much play a game of Australian Rules football as thumb their noses at those bemoaning the supposed decline of a once free-flowing and instinctively attacking game. Before that encounter, a defence-obsessed, pressure-crazy, over-coached AFL was under the microscope; pilloried even by those who had previously fallen under the spell of the stats junkies and multi-sport sophisticates who eat "pressure acts" for breakfast. Belatedly, the ex-players and wedding celebrants posing as commentators, who provide what supporters occasionally mistake for thoughtful analysis, had noticed a game once famed for its high scoring and spectacular one-on-one contests was more blocked up than the plug hole in Rapunzel's shower.

Photo: Jaidyn Stephenson's late goal capped off a thrilling win over Brisbane. (AAP: Dan Peled) And yet, miracle of miracles, improving Collingwood and youthful Brisbane had ping-ponged the ball between attack and defence, scoring 37 goals between them on a joyous Sunday evening. In the context of modern AFL, this was like watching a football game decided 6-5. Perhaps not one between Barcelona and Real Madrid, but still, it was an uplifting and even defiant two hours in the midst of an increasingly dour season. And so a week later Collingwood turned up to play Geelong at the MCG for a much-anticipated game before a typically depleted but still expectant Mothers' Day crowd of 44,000 and what happened? Did Geelong's Big Three midfielders Patrick Dangerfield, Joel Selwood and Gary Ablett put on a sublime clinic of attacking football? Did Collingwood's new free spirit inspire a thrilling counter attack despite the absence of injured skipper Scott Pendlebury? Not a bit of it. Instead, in perfect conditions, on the game's grandest stage, the Magpies and Cats produced a display so putrid in its error-riddled mediocrity that those forced to sip tea with stone deaf nonagenarian matriarchs in deeply depressing retirement village recreation rooms instead of going to the footy could consider themselves the day's big winners. Those pleading the case for the entertainment value of contemporary AFL might suggest the Cats-Magpies schlockbuster came less than 24 hours after Port Adelaide had pipped Adelaide in a breathtaking, relatively high-scoring (95-90) thriller at the Adelaide Oval; the winning goal scored by Steven Motlop who is now only rivalled in Power chairman David Koch's affections by the Sunrise Cash Cow.

Photo: Steven Motlop celebrates kicking his game-winning goal against the Crows. (AAP: David Mariuz) Or just 48 hours after the Sydney Swans had beaten Hawthorn at the MCG with two late goals in a game that provided entertainment in inverse proportion to the conditions think mid-February in Helsinki but with a slightly colder wind chill factor. Or as Richmond was beating North Melbourne by 10 points at the Docklands Stadium in a match where the Kangaroos showed that confident, wonderfully well-drilled and now free-wheeling Tigers are beatable almost until the moment they did not beat them. These games proved the AFL's entertainment value is not as deficient as the worst doomsayers suggest. But the Geelong-Collingwood eyesore provided an equally compelling demonstration of why so many games aren't what they could be. Rather than scan the team sheets before this game, we should have considered the post-game comments of Collingwood coach Nathan Buckley after his team's seven point victory yes, victory! over the Brisbane Lions. While fans of all teams revelled in the liberatingly free-scoring nature of that game, Buckley bemoaned a leaky defence and the goals conceded at stoppages and from turnovers. "I can't say it was pleasant viewing from our perspective," he said. Fast forward seven days and it was immediately evident the Magpies would not allow themselves to be "scored on", to borrow from the ugly modern vernacular, as they had been by the Lions. Incisive attack was replaced by defensive chip kicks and sideways handballs, dash and dare gave way to stutter-stepping hesitancy, a high-possession game plan Buckley later justified by the need to counter Geelong's "defensive structures" and characteristically slow ball movement. The result, however, was a game so ugly that, in medieval times, it would have been locked in a downstairs dungeon and never been allowed to see the light of day.

Photo: Gary Ablett occasionally lifted the game against Collinwood above the mediocre. (AAP: Joe Castro) While some nostalgic cameos by Geelong's prodigious son Gary Ablett occasionally lifted the spectacle beyond the bog ordinary and gave the Cats their deserved 21 point victory, this game was exhibit A in the case against modern AFL. Collingwood could bemoan its misfortune. Two players including key forward Darcy Moore were injured by early in the third quarter and they did not get the rub of the men in green. Buckley might venture that his team's poor conversion (5.15) also contributed heavily to the margin, if not the final result. But the real tale of this game and many AFL games was how a team that had played with attacking verve against a lowly but spirited opponent one week and prevailed chose to dwell on its defensive inadequacies rather than celebrate its attacking flare. The game's lab rats and stats junkies won't see it that way, of course. Lucrative media livelihoods could be lost if the new orthodoxy extolling the might of defensive pressure and suffocating zones were successfully challenged. But an afternoon wasted at the Geelong-Collingwood game brought to mind the thoughts of the game's greatest free thinker, two-time Adelaide premiership coach Malcolm Blight: If the opposition kicks 20 goals, just kick 21. Topics:australian-football-league,sport,melbourne-3000,vic,australia First posted May 14, 2018 04:55:38 http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-05-14/geelong-collingwood-shows-problems-with-modern-afl-game/9756854

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Nocturne Bistro

CHAPTER 1 BEGINNINGS As we begin our journey into a mans mindset we have to ask “where did all this come from?” Arden a typical white male born into a home of work, pride and obedience. Didn’t favor any unique traits that made him stand out artistically or beam of a genius stature. Odd quirky unsure riddle by the demands and fear that most of us fight through and talk about. His life was founded on imagination, animal friends and visions of grandeur. Often escaping substance abuse of those he admired, creating his friends mainly cats and dogs into short versions of half truths to make life more manageable to get through his harsh childhood settings. I didn’t know Arden well but only discovered his writings years after his death. So many times he seemed sad, obsessed with a fear of loneliness, but in the end completely isolating himself from family and friends. I imagine him feverishly typing away hoping to pour out the emotions he felt, as describing it to others was not what he did. We move into one of his fantasy's his cryptic joys. I didn’t know a person whom seemed so straight laced. “ a do it yourself” man, could write with such emotion, such detail and it amazed me his words were almost lyrical, as if he had decided to write words to a classical scores. ARDEN approached THE ARTS BUILDING bracing himself for the heaviest of doors. Symbolically he knew this is what weighed in his self conscious. Giving him no break from his own self loathing. “OPENING OF THE DOORS WAS ONE OF THE MOST HERCULEAN FEATS OF STRENGTH EVER EXHIBITED BY ANY MAN.” he thought to himself, trying to grip a confidence boost. THE interior of the CAVERNOUS LOBBY OF THE ARTS BUILDING WAS AS DARK AND FOREBODING just as if it had been plucked from A SCENE FROM A BORIS KARLOFF MOVIE. Deeply strung out on his roller-coaster of emotions. He then spoke in a whisper to himself: “NO LIFE OF ANY KIND WAS EVIDENT AND AS I WANDER FARTHER FROM THE SAFE HAVEN OF my BRIGHT SUN LIGHT STREET, INTO This unknown GLOOM” He paused and began to breath slower, his heart which had so inappropriately been in his head knocking began to make its way back down to his chest. HE BEGAN TO HEAR MUSIC FROM TWO VERY DIFFERENT SOURCES; he again said in a whisper to himself “SWAN LAKE AND A MOZART CONCERTO?” “ How Curious” easement of music has always been Ardens Muse. ARDEN KNEW FIRST IMPRESSIONS IN THE MUSIC WORLD WERE AS IMPORTANT AS HOW WELL YOU PLAY AND SINCE HE WAS FORTY FIVE MINUTES EARLY FOR HIS AUDITION, TIME WAS NOT PUSHING HIM TO JUST HURRY INTO JUST ANY ARENA. HE DIDN'T LIKE BEING TO BOLD AND ESPECIALLY DIDN'T LIKE TO GAMBLE ON LOOKING STUPID BY BARGING INTO JUST ANY PLACE. HE DECIDED TO JUST PEAK INTO THE AUDITORIUM WHERE SWAN LAKE WAS THE THEME AND BESIDES ARDEN WONDERED WHY IT WAS CAUSING HIM TO TINGLE ALL OVER. “SWAN LAKE HAD NEVER HAD this MUCH AFFECT ON me BEFORE? Again Curious?” ARDEN OPENED THE MASSIVE OAK DOOR WHICH SHIELDED THE WORLD OF THE ARTS FROM THE COMMON PLACE. HIS EYES TOOK THEIR JOLLY TIME IN ADJUSTING TO THE EVEN DIMMER LIGHT OF THIS INNER SANCTUM OF THE ARTS. THE SWAN LAKE MUSIC WAS JUST ABOUT TO END AND ALL THAT GREETED ARDEN WAS THE DIM LIGHT OF A COUPLE OF STAGE LAMPS. THEIR LIGHT BARELY BROKE THE GLOOM OF THE AUDITORIUM. ARDEN KNEW WELL THIS WAS NOT THE PLACE OF HIS INQUISITION; BUT, PERHAPS IF HE WENT IN AND SAT DOWN FOR A FEW MINUTES, MAYBE HIS TERROR WOULD SUBSIDE. HE SEATED HIMSELF IN THE LAST ROW OF THE ANCIENT AUDITORIUM AND CAUSED HIS MIND TO RETREAT INTO A PRIVATE PLACE WITHIN HIMSELF. ARDEN WAS SCARCELY AWARE OF THE MUSIC STOPPING, ALTHOUGH HE WAS TOTALLY AWARE OF THE SLIGHT, GRACEFUL FIGURE WHICH JUST MAGICALLY SEEMED TO APPEAR IN THE CENTER OF THE STAGE. SHE WAS DRESSED IN A WHITE GARMENT WITH A GOSSAMER CAPE, AND AS SHE DANCED, HER CAPE LOOKED FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A PUFF OF SMOKE GENTLY CURLING AND EVER CHANGING IN STILL AIR. HER MOVEMENTS WERE SO SLOW AND GRACEFUL HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT KEPT HER FROM COLLAPSING INTO A PILE OF ARMS AND LEGS AND CLOTH. ARDEN HAD NEVER SEEN A DANCER, A WOMAN WHO WAS, AS ARDEN THOUGHT, THE PERSONIFICATION OF ALL THAT SHOULD BE "THE DANCE". SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL BEYOND BELIEF! SHE WAS FIRE, SHE WAS MUSIC, SHE WAS WIND, SHE WAS AN ENCHANTED BEING; SENT TO EARTH TO SHOW MORTALS, A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN. THERE WAS NO MUSIC EXCEPT THE MUSIC WHICH ARDEN HEARD FROM WITH IN; AND AS THIS MUSIC CURLED AND SWIRLED AROUND AND ABOUT HER, SHE BECAME EVEN MORE OF A SPIRIT. ARDEN COULD NOT RESIST THE OVER POWERING NEED TO PLAY FOR THIS MAGIC SPRITE. A PAN FLUTE, A MOST MAGICAL INSTRUMENT HAD WARMEDARDEN'S HAND AND HEART SINCE HE FIRST FELT THE NEED TO PLAY. HIS VIOLIN WAS HIS LIFE MASTER, HIS HAMMER AND NAILS, HIS SHOVEL; THE TOOL HE THOUGHT HE WOULD USE TO BUILD HIS FUTURE AND SHAPE HIS DESTINY. THE TINY PAN FLUTE WAS HIS FRIEND, ALWAYS WITH HIM, ALWAYS READY TO TALK TO HIS MIND, IN TIMES OF STRESS, IN TIMES OF HAPPINESS, WHEN HE WAS LONELY, OR JUST FOR FUN AND GAMES. THIS TINY INSTRUMENT TALKED WITH THE VOICE OF A MEADOWLARK, A WARBLER, A NIGHTINGALE OR THE RAUCOUS VOICE OF THE MAGPIE BIRD. LOWLY AND SLOWLY ARDEN BEGAN TO PLAY THE MUSIC HE FELT CAME FROM SOMEWHERE MYSTICAL AND NOT FROM HIM. Deeming himself ONLY THE MEANS THROUGH WHICH THE GODS OF DANCE FAVORED THIS SPRITE WITH THEIR COMPOSITION. HIS SOUL WAS ON FIRE AND THE MUSIC OF THE MUSE, THOSE MAGIC SOUNDS, POURED FROM THE LITTLE PAN FLUTE AND SURROUNDED THISMOST BEAUTIFUL OF ETHEREAL BEINGS. Craving a genuine reaction, that the sprite might engage him with the slightest of eye contact. But alas the sprite was not moved by this strange man playing for her, but merely tones oscillating through the piece of metal in his now UN shaken hands. THE MUSIC SEEMED TO ANTICIPATE THE SPRITE'S EVERY MOVE, TO DRAW THE DANCE TO THE NEXT FLUID UNREAL MOTION; UNREAL BECAUSE IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE FOR A MORTAL TO DUPLICATE. THE TINY VOICE OF THE PAN FLUTE SEEMED TO SWELL UNTIL IT FILLED THE ENTIRE AUDITORIUM. THE SPRITE DANCED ON----ARDEN KNEW WHEN SHE FIRST FELT THE MUSIC BY A SLIGHT HESITATION AND A BARELY VISIBLE SHUDDER. THE PAN FLUTE'S VOICE TOLD THE SPRITE-----"COME DANCE FOR ME----DANCE FOR LIFE----DANCE FOR LOVE! ". I m going to pause there, I would guess at this point the recording of swan lake would have ended and he maybe would of sought out dinner. You see Arden was in fact punctual he at his longest relationship (wife) ran a tight ship. Certain things at his 30's and 40's had been in his control. I cant imagine even after all that fell apart he would had changed. The story I was told at about this point of his life is he went out to eat alone as he so often did, dressed in all black, he never really strayed from black turtle necks and suspenders. He choose a Italian restaurant, he entered the family full eatery . the owner or assumed manager said “ Father thank you for coming to our little establishment. Arden... confused proceeded forward. “this way sir we will sit you here and dinner is on us!” They thought Arden was a priest. Not one to stray from fantasy. He played along. People greeted him smiled it was like he wasn’t alone. I guess if you look alone and wear a certain color people assume you have dedicated your life to a higher purpose. Arden finished up dinner and went on his way. Back to little world of love and music: SPRITE DID NOT KNOW WHEN THE MUSIC STARTED, SHE ONLY KNEW SHE WAS DANCING AS SHE HAD NEVER DANCED BEFORE. SHE MOVED TO A MUSIC WHICH VOIDED ALL THE LAWS OF THE PHYSICAL UNIVERSE AND SHE ALONE HAD THE ABILITY TO PERFORM THE DANCE CHOREOGRAPHED BY THE GODS; THE MUSIC WAS THEIR MESSAGE. Their message was now received and shared to the old auditorium. It seems as though the stage hands had grabbed and turned on every light in the house setting a scene of interstellar proportions “ New Stars were born and bright”. AN IMMENSE JOY WAS IN HER, AT THIS KNOWLEDGE; IT SWELLED HER AND MADE HER ANSWER THE CALLS FOR DANCE STEPS SHE ALONE COULD NOT EVER HOPE TO PERFORM. SPRITE WAS TIRING ---- her reality setting back in to sight,SHE NEEDED TO KNOW THE SOURCE OF THE MUSIC, SHE HAD A GREAT NEED TO SEE AND TOUCH AND TALK TO THE BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR DELIVERING THE MESSAGES FROM THE GODS. SHE SHUDDERED WITH THE TRULY aroused SENSE SHE HAD BEEN touched BY THE GODS; AND AS SPrITE SLOWED --- SHE AT ONCE HEARD FROM THE SOURCE OF THE MUSIC "PLEASE DON''T STOP---PLEASE DANCE FOR ME" I am here merly to accompany the beauty you have so graciously set forth. SPRITE DANCED ON AND AS SHE TIRED again, SHE BECAME AWARE THE MESSENGER HAD CEASED TO PLAY AND SPRITE WANTED FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE THE MESSENGER AND TOUCH HIM AND THANK HIM. SPRITE CALLED OUT: "SIR---KIND SIR, PLEASE---" SPRITE WAS NOW AT THE REAR OF THE DARKENED AUDITORIUM, THERE WAS NO ONE THERE, AND SPRITE WAS SURE THE MAN HAD DELIVERED A MESSAGE FROM THE GODS FOR HER ALONE, SHE FELT PLEASURE DEEP WITHIN HERSELF AND SHE PROMISED THEN, AT THAT MOMENT, TO BE WORTHY OF THE GREAT GIFT WHICH HAD BEEN BESTOWED ON HER! SPRITE WAS SO FULL OF JOY SHE FELT SHE WOULD BURST!