#voraci legacy

[pkmnflux]

Pokémon Flux Development Update

Hi Tumblr! To kick off this previously unused blog I thought I'd share our latest development update with you all. There is nothing new released, but we've been hard at work on Episode 2!

LOCATION: QUELEA BRIDGE​

Perched atop a fast-flowing river, Quelea Bridge is known for its proximity to the oldest ruins in the region. A peculiar aura protects this town from Alter Pokémon attacks, making it one of the safest and most peaceful places in all of Altera!

​LOCATION: DRAKE VILLAGE​

The epicenter of history in Altera, Drake Village is inhabited by enthusiasts who wish to understand & preserve the legacy of the Draconians, the ancient civilization that vanished from Altera 500 years ago. Recently, it has been shrouded in a near-constant thunderstorm.

LOCATION: DRACOPOLIS​

The ruins north of Drake Village were once the seat of power for the ancient Draconian society. Ancient carvings and statues of dragons decorate these misty ruins, though Altera’s dragons vanished long ago, along with their masters…

NEW POKéMON REVEAL​

Introducing some of the inhabitants of Dracopolis ruins: GLUBBLE and GARBLGOYLE! [Rock / Water]

Said to have once been carved by the ancient Draconians, these stone sentinels now guard the ruins they left behind. They subsist entirely on rainwater, and if they dry up, they stop moving!

NEW EVOLUTIONS FOR FAMILIAR FRIENDS​

In Flux Episode 2, your familiar friends will be able to achieve their final forms! Introducing the fully-evolved forms of Humborb and Squrmy: TURBOLIBRI and WURMITERRA!

TURBOLIBRI, the Bomber Pokémon!​

[Flying/Normal]

This hyper-speed bird is known as one of the fastest flyers in the Pokémon world. It has been observed tucking HUMBORB beneath its wings to use as emergency fuel reserves! Evolves from NAVIBRI @ lv. 34

WURMITERRA, The Voracious Pokémon!​

[Bug/Ground]

No longer a timid worm, WURMITERRA uses the rotating drill bit around its neck to tunnel through earth and stone alike. The rich soil they leave behind makes high quality fertilizer! Evolves from DURTWURM @ lv. 32

NEW FEATURES​

Before we part ways, we wanted to show you all a small preview of a new feature in Episode 2… What could this be? 👀

AND MORE...​

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW!​

We know you all have been looking forward to the next playable update.

Our team of volunteers has been working hard. It will still be some time before the update is ready.

Please wait for it patiently! Thank you!​

[blue--ingenue]

soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 1

Author's Note: as promised, here's part 1 of the headcannons i have about soft Sebby x gn!reader. the hogwarts legacy brainrot is alive and well 🫡

physical touch is his primary love language. walking through the halls? he’s holding your hand tracing comforting circles into your wrist as you walk. relaxing outside? his head is in your lap. if you’re not running your hands through his hair he’ll not-so-subtly place your hand in his curls until you get the hint

voracious reader and he LOVES to talk about his latest interests. most professors think he plans to become an auror after graduating, but he wants to be a researcher. doesn’t know what field he wants to devote his time to just yet, but that’s what reading is for. some students think he’s aloof in class because he’so just cocky, when really he finished the assigned reading a week ago

(i have a headcannon that he would’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw if he told the Sorting Hat he didn’t want to be in Slytherin. main reason? he loves learning, but he’s driven by personal ambition to be the best at whatever he chooses to master and will attain the necessary knowledge by any means necessary)

secretly has a pair of reading glasses that he doesn’t want anyone to know about. feels insecure about wearing them in public (mc caught him wearing them once. he looked gorgeous and they begged him to wear them more often)

very protective of the younger students (Slytherin or otherwise). boy had a rough childhood after his parents died and was bullied by other students as a first-year. he vowed that when he grew older he’d make sure all of the first-years felt safer than he had felt

usually calm under pressure, but loses his shit if you get sick/hurt. always has at least one wiggenweld potion on him at all times (in case you have a particularly rough run-in with some poachers). you caught a cold? mans is sneaking out after curfew and using the disillusionment charm to grab you some hot soup from the kitchens. refuses to leave your side until you feel better. learned how to apparate small objects just to he could apparate you a tissue from across the room during class. half the class jumped out of their seats at the loud pop. Professor Ronen was as impressed as he was startled and awarded Slytherin 20 points for such advanced magic

loves seeing you in his clothes. it started out subtle with him draping his scarf around you when he noticed you shivering on your walk to Hogsmeade. ignited something possessive within him. he joins the quidditch team in your sixth year. nearly went feral when you showed him the handmade ‘Sallow’ jersey you planned to wear to his next match (was almost late for said match because he couldn’t stop kissing you at the sight of his last name on your back). absolutely obsessed with you wearing his sweaters. he gains a lot of muscle after becoming a Beater, which means his sweaters are even more oversized on you. loves seeing the baggy sleeves drape over your hands

[charlesoberonn]

Do you know the Game of History, child?

The history of the game is almost as fascinating as the history it describes.

It was invented long ago in a faraway land. For centuries, an enigmatic dynasty ruled that land from the shadows. They wore masks and went by false names. Their decisions went unannounced except when it came time to enforce them. All lived in ignorance of what was happening and what happened before. Life had no pattern and no legacy to uphold.

One day, the dynasty were overthroned, and the new king ordered all of their records to be unearthed.

The lurid scandals, the many mistakes, the worst defeats previously hidden. But also the records of victory, of glory, and of joy. And everything dull and fascinating in between. It all came to light. The king was delighted, and the subject of history flourished.

The king's son was not so pleased. Since childhood, he has been voracious in his reading, fascinated with the past. But as he grew older, he grew fearful and distrustful. Will the histories of tomorrow reveal his warts and imperfections like the histories of today do for his predecessors?

And so when he came to power, he outlawed history. No longer will the past be explored or examined. Only what he decreed to be known shall be known.

But the hunger for history did not subside. And the people found a way around. For within each sanitized decree and flowery narrative lay hidden truths. And if they weren't going to be given freely, then they shall be clawed out into the light with much expense and risk.

The now undergrond historians made a game out of it. They gathered around in their crypts and catacombs and shared their theories and conclusions. They argued and laughed. And when they ran out of old illegal scripts and new official declarations, they started writing their own.

Eventually, the fearful king died, and his laws died with him. But the game remained. It outlived its creators and even the land that spawned it, spreading far and wide to this day.

The story was never told to us, of course. It had to be uncovered from the missives of long dead scholars and the transcription of half-forgotten memories.

That's how the game works, child. We each have a story to be told, but it's the other players who must tell it. The story doesn't have to be factual, but it must contain truths.

That's not a rule of the game, child. That's a rule of history itself. For even in our most fanciful fibs and outright fabrications, we cannot help but reveal deep truths, many not known even to ourselves.

So, what do you say, child? Are you ready to play?

I think I can read the truth in your eyes that you do.

[lostmyremembrall]

I Love to Read

MC to Professor Weasley: *a hand on their chest* I'm a voracious reader, and I- Sebsatian: Romance novellas don't count. MC: *smiles and nods at Professor Weasley again* I read when I have the time.

Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes

[marketfreshfics]

Multi-Chapter Series:

The Stratagem Strain | Part I | Part II | Part III | Read on AO3 Plot synopsis: Arriving at Hogwarts for an advanced graduate program on the direct appointment of the Minister for Magic himself, Paisley Gallos anticipates a successful sixth year of classes. Unbeknownst to her, she is a pawn in a sinister ploy orchestrated long before the start of the school year.

Saturn of ULTRA | Prologue | Plot synopsis: When a futuristic Hogwarts is constructed after a massive catastrophe, a new threat to wizard-kind emerges in the wake of such advancement. An unlikely pairing must work together to prevent history from repeating itself.

Poetry Requests (open)

Enigma - Sebastian x MC Excerpt: There is stoicism in the silent strength that she carries, an invisible mantle. For all her phlegmatic propriety, laughter is seldom heard but always marvelled, a comet streaking across the night, so breathtakingly beautiful because it is so fleeting, so untouchable; Blink, and you’ll miss it.

Patience - Ominis x MC Excerpt: The pain manifests in a controlled consumption from a voracious maw of your very blood. All standards and expectations and daunts of Gaunts before you, a decorum and propriety for archaic institutions, a plot you cease to play, and no love lost for those loved ones.

Legacy - Ominis Excerpt: And in isolation, a fragile flicker moves within, celebrating defiance of the oppressive darkness. To escape this prison constructed by kin, to let my blood, to wash it clean, such filth in purity;

Absentia - Tom x f!Reader Excerpt: oblivious, her heart throbs in the cradle of ribs, skips beats with my mannerisms, and wrenches from my misdemeanours, how feeble an organ; wise to protect it, especially from my bloodied grasp; unaccustomed to gentle touch, there is no respite or remorse, in the cathedral of calloused, clasped hands.

One-Shots & Drabbles

Love is A... | Sebastian x MC (NSFW) | Read on AO3 Excerpt: But that wasn’t what she fixated on. Instead of fear, she felt curiosity. Instead of warnings heeded, she draped his red flags over her shoulders like expensive silks.

Like Rabbits | Garreth x MC (NSFW) | Read on AO3 Excerpt: For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and coloured your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing.

'Loving him' drabble series: Ominis | Sebastian

Audios

Beautiful boys, begging | Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Leander, Tom Begging for beautiful boys | Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth, Leander Begging for more beautiful boys | Amit, Andrew, Tom Riddle, Ron Weasley

[nenilein]

I finally bought the MegaMan Battle Network Legacy Collection (Though it'll take a while till it arrives; I ordered from Amazon Japan, because Japanese physicals for this game are WAY cheaper than over here.)

I saw some of the anime as a kid, but MBN was never a main fandom of mine, aside from the fact that at least once a year I'll voraciously read every single fanfic featuring the Hikari twins' backstory I can find and then, the beast within quelled, go into fandom-specific slumber again. These games have a lot of weirdly boring nonsense plot, but whenever the Hub subplot comes back out to play it hits HARD. (Big reason BN 4 sucks: The Hub subplot is entirely absent :-P)

I'm far from the first person to draw "what if Hub had stayed human?" fanart, and this is probably not the best take out there either, but I still wanted to give it a go. I like the idea that the twins have similar styles, just because it's cute-

(Btw, I'm using the English character names despite primarily playing the games in Japanese because too many fanfics using incorrect Japanese have turned me off from using their Japanese names when talking about the series in English. -_-; Sorry.)

[assmaster-8000]

you guys will never understand just how mad i am that fictif got fucked over so last legacy will never be continued AND ILL NEVER GET TO SEE MC X RIME OR MC RIME AND FELIX POLYCULE like at this rate im just voraciously living through mc x vere because it's the closest thing ill get to rime

[kakairuficfinder]

Trans Kakashi and/or Iruka

Riding in Circles by magpie_senpai (Trans Kakashi and Iruka, E, WIP)

Iruka is just trying to make ends meet working at the daycare with a struggling boyfriend that works nights but then Kakashi comes to pick up Naruto one evening. Things start rapidly changing and Iruka is faced with having to make a lot of incredibly difficult choices.

Where We Were by magpie_senpai (Trans Kakashi, E, WIP)

Kakashi and Iruka share an early connection that ends abruptly when faced with the consequences, only to find themselves pulled back together years later.

Learning to Hold On by whenimdeadillrest (Trans Iruka, E, 54K)

Kakashi is at a dinner party for Gai's birthday when one of the drag queens performing turns out to not be a drag queen at all, but his high school sweetheart, Iruka Umino.

Bye Bye Blue by MrSedaris (Trans Kakashi, T, 3K)

Wearing a tank-length chest binder whilst being chakra drained wasn't how Kakashi's evening was supposed to go. An A-rank mission alone, devoid of contact from the village, being utterly alone besides him with the enemy, and not knowing any medical jutsu. Because why would he?

Writer's Block by LexNite (Trans Kakashi, T, 4K)

Iruka has been plagued by writer's block for months when one of his online friends offers to help. Could this coffee date really help him finally finish his story? Or is there more to Sukea's offer?

Drift by thechaoscryptid (Trans Kakashi and Iruka, T, 6K)

Uhei, Bull, and Bisuke eventually wander in from their perch on his bed to settle by his side, noses freezing as they seek out his company. It’s so much easier with them, because they take what he has to give and multiply it tenfold. There’s no worrying that they’ll reject him, no worrying that they don’t feel the same, because they don’t feel in the same way Iruka does. It’s what he loves about them, but he can’t help the way he craves something more. Something to fill the space he’s carved out for another person inside his chest.

Bloom by thechaoscryptid (Trans Kakashi and Iruka, M, 5K)

“My mother always made me swear I’d never fall in love with anyone because of this.” “Sort of a crappy thing to make you promise.” “Ah, I did it with my fingers crossed,” Iruka says. “Everyone knows those promises don’t count.”

Iris by transkakashi (Trans Kakashi, M, 76K)

legacy /ˈlɛɡəsi/ noun 1. An amount of money or property left to someone in a will 2. Something left or handed down by a predecessor 3. The sum of our parts: the lasting effect we have on others: what is left when we are gone (Or, the one where Kakashi and Iruka learn what it means to be together.)

Tracing Stories by JustAnotherFool (Trans Iruka, G, 1K)

Scars are stories embedded on skin. On a too hot night, Kakashi finds himself tracing Iruka's stories.

Genre Savvy by Kalira (Trans Iruka, T, 10K)

It's a regular day of work at the library for Iruka when in walks a distractingly gorgeous (and strange) new regular with a devotion for perfect romantic happy endings - the kind you only get in fiction, the books Iruka's new regular reads voraciously and discusses passionately, not in reality.

Epics whispered, not sung by orphan account (Trans Iruka, M, 9K)

It stands to reason that the day Naruto Comes Down From The Mountain, Iruka and Kakashi should be the ones to follow.

Hidden Blooms by Kalira (Trans Iruka, E, 6K)

A devoted, domestic pair of lovers finally bring into the open the deeper feelings between them, safely held in secret blooms.

Hold Me Close by VoidEldritch Trans Iruka, T, 4K)

Secrets often come out when you least expect them to, and Iruka's are no different. Delirious with a fever, he lets slip a secret he had never intended on Kakashi finding out. (This is not an accidental trans reveal story)

To Be Seen by OneSaltyLeo (Trans Iruka, E, 1K)

"It’s what I really want. To be seen as myself.”

Yokubō-no-Jutsu by Ero-Kay (Kiayla) (Trans Kakashi, E, 59K)

Yokubō: Lust; sexual desire A.K.A. Kinks: the Collection

When Kakashi is hit with the yokubō-no-jutsu on a mission, he almost makes it home to ride out the unfamiliar arousal alone (or, at least, with a clone).  He doesn't get that far.

But, lucky for him! (?), the genin of dai-nana-han send help!

[faelegacy]

Ashlace: A Fae Legacy★ Prologue Pt. 6

It didn't hurt. Not physically at least, though the panic in her mind seemed to carve out her insides and refill them with frantic butterflies. Although she couldn't calm down long enough to see those were spectral jellybeans bouncing around inside her chest, Baelia still managed to grasp her situation.

She was dead, a jellybean was to blame, and the super-popular Grim Reaper would arrive at any moment to talk to her.

The once-familiar pit in Baelia's stomach was growing into a voracious abyss. It swelled until she felt it beneath her fingernails, pressing against the faint glowing outline of her skin and threatening to cave in on itself. She was hollow - an abandoned vessel taking on too much water beneath a storm of emotions.

Just when she thought she would drown in the agony...

~fwoomp!~

... her lungs filled with a rush of air.

*sniffling* Whoa.. what just happened?

Her feet were on the ground again. She felt heavy, solid. She clapped both hands against her torso, feeling them rise and fall as she took a long, deep breath.

HUH?!?

She was alive.

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[art-of-manliness]

Podcast #1,025: The Life and Legacy of Louis L’Amour

With over 300 million books sold, Louis L’Amour is one of the bestselling authors of all time. All 120 of his books remain in print. But the greatest story L’Amour ever penned was his own. He spent the early part of his life traveling in a circus, working as a lumberjack and miner, circling the world as a seaman, winning over 50 fights as a professional boxer, and serving in WWII. Today on the show, I talk about both the personal and professional aspects of Louis’ life with his son, Beau L’Amour. We discuss some of Louis’ adventures and the autodidactic education he gave himself by way of a voracious reading habit. We then turn to how Louis got started as a writer and how he cut his teeth writing for pulp magazines before breaking through as a Western novelist and becoming a blockbuster success in his sixties. Resources Related to the Podcast * Louis L’Amour works mentioned in the show: * Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir * Hondo * Yondering * No Traveller Returns * The Walking Drum * Last of the Breed * Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures, Volume 1 and Volume 2 * “Holding Her Down” by Jack London * AoM Article: How and Why to Become a Lifelong Learner * AoM Article: The Libraries of Famous Men — Louis L’Amour Connect With Beau L’Amour * The Louis L’Amour website * Beau’s website Listen to the Podcast! (And don’t forget to leave us a review!)   Listen to the episode on a separate page. Download this episode. Subscribe to the podcast in the media player of your choice. Transcript Coming Soon   Help support independent publishing. Make a donation to The Art of Manliness! Thanks for the support! http://dlvr.it/TDbKqW

[queen-scribbles]

Sanctuary

Art trade fic for @vexa-legacy! I wrote ssome Toe Beans circa War for Iokath, ~2000 words

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The meadow was easy to visit.

Its distance from the Jedi temple was no more than an invigorating hike, the solace he found there always more than worth the effort. And it was his. A place where the troubles of the galaxy couldn't reach him, serene, unspoiled. Birdsong and babbling brook a soothing backdrop when he wanted to meditate and cleanse his thoughts.

Pristine.

Quiet.

Paradise.

Through all his training, all his adventures, it was a ready sanctuary when he needed the space to breathe. And he visited it often as he could. After defeating Bengel Morr, after dealing with Darth Angral and mourning Master Orgus, when he was freed from the Emperor's control. Always alone, with only his thoughts and the Force for company--except for the one very special time he shared it with Kira.

It was even easier to reach now--a memory no more than a thought away when he needed to retreat, to breathe, thanks to the Empire's assault on Tython so long ago.

He had needed it a lot. Fighting Arcann was draining, the demands and decisions hung on his shoulders with the mantle of commander a weight to carry, no matter how willingly he assumed the role. Fighting Vaylin was even more arduous--her flame may have burned out faster than her brother's, but it had burned hotter as well, claiming lives with the reckless and voracious hunger of wildfire. And even now, the lull between storms, as his feet tread Odessen's wilderness paths, his mind was in a far-off hideaway on Tython.

Centering himself on the babble of a remembered stream as he passed between trees. Hearing the faint birdsong as his steps finally slowed. Almost able to smell the long-lost flowers as he settled himself on a large boulder.

The picture of it was crystal clear in his mind as he slipped deeper into meditation. The Force whispered around him and made it all the more vivd. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, aware of the wildlife around him while also visiting the secret place he would never again see in person, before his comm beeped. A couple hours, at least, judging by the sun.

He let the idyllic slip from his mind, returning to reality as he unclipped his comm and answered it. "Yes, Lana, go ahead."

"We've received some information that should be discussed, Commander." The connection feathered static on the edges of her accent. "Information regarding Iokath. How soon do you think you can return?"

He sighed, straightening his legs and pushing off the rocky seat. "Give me an hour, I suppose. Is it really that important?"

"Let's say I believe it should be acted on as quickly as possible, and leave the rest for when you're back."

If she was being this evasive on a private comm channel on the Alliance's own planet, it must be serious. "Of course, I'll be there soon."

Corrus started walking, leaving wilderness real and remembered behind.

---

Lana's news was indeed big--an anonymous tip giving rough coordinates of a superweapon on Iokath. Something you might want to investigate, the source added vaguely.

"Not a lot of detail," Theron muttered, and Corrus had to agree. It sounded almost like a trap; just enough information to catch their attention and make it seem they couldn't pass it up, without specifics to make it more solid.

"Do you think it's credible?" he asked Lana.

"Credible enough to investigate," Lana said with a firm nod. She pulled up a holo of the planet, a small orange marker hovering over a location. "It's rough coordinates, not exact, but if such a weapon truly exists, I don't think we can afford to leave it unclaimed."

She had a point, and both men nodded. Given their previous experience with Iokath technology, a superweapon from there was not the sort of thing to just leave figuratively lying around.

"And the radiation has receded to safe levels," Lana continued. "If we send a small team to investigate, I don't see any real danger." She keyed up the planet's stats and the levels, sure enough, had just dropped below dangerous.

"Alright," Corrus said with a nod. He studied the planetary information still scrolling across the holo. "Who do we send?"

"Oh, I can handle it," Lana said briskly, hands clasped behind her back. "You have quite enough on your plate, Commander."

She wasn't wrong there, either. The saying might be "No rest for the wicked", but the good didn't seem to catch any more of a break.

"Awfully quick to volunteer," Theron drawled in a tone of friendly prodding, leaning back against a console with arms crossed. "Feeling cooped up, Beniko?"

"Perhaps," Lana said, faint smile pulling her lips. "Perhaps I'm curious to see this mysterious superweapon myself."

"Whatever the case may be, I think you can handle it," Corrus said wryly. "Go ahead. I'll want status reports."

"Of course." She nodded, already heading for the exit. "We'll work out how frequent once we see what's waiting for us."

---

What was waiting for them, in the long run, was a clusterfuck. The Republic and Empire had received the same tip, the planet was still rife with homicidally protective droids, and the superweapon was--as Theron so eloquently put it--more akin to the apocalypse than a mere weapon.

"No one should have this," Corrus said grimly, and then set about making it so, even if the Republic's backing in the endeavor was more to keep the Empire from getting it rather than agreeing.

Still, he and Theron fought more droids than Imps as they worked their way across the planet. Scouring droids, like they'd faced on their last (unwanted) visit, caretakers, remotes, they all seemed to still regard any organic life as an infection to cleanse. That would weight less on his conscience than human life, at least.

He wondered what Kira would think of this place--all metal and angles and apocalypse weapons. There'd be some deadpan commentary for sure and he wished she was here to give it. He closed his eyes briefly as the tram whisked along and the image of her face lingered, followed by his meadow; natural beauty in sharp contrast to the mechanical austerity that surrounded him.

He only had a moment to dwell on the person and place he missed most before the tram lurched as it came to a stop and it was time to deal with reality.

"Theron, I've reached the superweapon command..."

Determination and Jedi focus carried him through the initial rush of energy as the throne controls reacted to his presence. Through his confrontation with the machine god Tyth and the revelation of a traitor in the Alliance. But the rush of power unleashed as Tyth's rage boiled over under the Fleet's bombardment proved too much and the world went white.

---

It shouldn't have been a surprised where his mind went when overwhelmed.

He supposed it wasn't.

The meadow, of course, looked exactly the same as the last time he'd visited in meditation. And the time before that, and the time before that. The same as it always would.

"Hey, handsome."

He spun at the familiar voice, heart leaping in his chest. "Kira."

She pushed away from the outcropping she'd been leaning against. "First things first, you know this is a dream, right?"

"Considering this place" --he trailed his fingers gently over flower heads--"is no more than a crater now?" He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know." He walked closer, leaning in with a smile to kiss her forehead. "But it's a good one, so let me enjoy it, huh?"

"Oh, fine," Kira(but not really Kira) grinned. "I suppose heroes are allowed occasional breaks. Though it really shouldn't take getting shocked unconscious for you to let yourself have one, you big dummy."

"Hey, that's hardly my preference, either," he protested. "You know how it goes; dangerous business being a hero, and there's only so much I can do to fight an electrical surge," he said with affectionate teasing.

"Yeah, well, do a little better will you?" Kira arched a brow and tugged on the collar of his armor until he bent toward her. "I need you healthy, Toe Beans." She kissed his nose and he laughed.

"You know, no one's called me that in months," Closer to a year, maybe, "Guess they all think it would be too informal a way to address the Commander. Or they just don't know about it."

"All the more reason to have me around," Kira joked, though her tone was just as wistful as it was playful as she traced her fingertips along his markings. "I'd fix both of those in a jiff."

This laugh was a little sad. "I'm working on it. Awful big galaxy to be looking for one person. But I will find you, Kira."

She grinned and winked. "Not if I find you first. Can't expect you to do all the work, handsome."

"Whatever gets us together faster," he said glibly. "I'm happy to let you win that race."

"Aw, come on, Cor, its not fun without a little competition," Kira teased. She let her fingers trail down his jaw as she let him go and turned to survey the meadow. "Y'know, I miss this place a surprising amount for only visiting it once. Can't imagine how it feels for you."

"Why do you think I'm here now? I've accepted the real thing is gone, but the memories are still there to visit when... when I need to."

She cocked her head. "You're not the type to run away."

"Not running away." He tugged her in, back to his chest, his arm loosely around her shoulders. "Call it a strategic retreat. A sanctuary to clear my head and better process my thoughts so I can plan. A lot of people depend on my plans, y'know."

Kira snorted a laugh at the exaggerated gravitas. "I do know, Battlemaster. Speaking of people depending on you..." She reached up and squeezed his arm before stepping away and turning to face him. "Shouldn't you be getting back? If I know the sort of trouble you like getting yourself into, the fun's just starting."

He hummed almost-a-laugh. "I should. Though you don't need to make it sound like I go looking for trouble. It just always finds me."

"You don't hide from it very well, though, love." She traced her fingers down his jaw once more, before putting more space between them.

"Once we're together, I will," he promised, then smirked. "At least for a little bit. Then we'll go find trouble and kick its ass."

Kira grinned. "You do know how to make a girl feel special. I'll hold you to it." She winked, blew him a kiss, and stepped out of sight around the outcropping.

"Kira-" He followed, but she was gone when he swung around the rocks. He should've expected it; he could feel reality imposing itself over his retreat.

He still looked, even as the sun flared brighter, soft beams that had lit the space now dazzlingly harsh, until it was overwhelming--harsh and clinical and washing away the meadow.

---

He was barely given time to miss Kira or the meadow when he woke, barely given time to adjust from almost dying. Pulled into conversation about what happened, who betrayed you, what should we do now? with a headache still banging behind his eyes. He was used to it. Sometimes you had to just keep moving forward to maintain your momentum, deal with problems before they spiraled out of control.

Once they settled things for Iokath and he had a moment for himself, Corrus found himself dwelling on the long lost meadow and Kira's smile in almost equal measure. One was lost forever, but that only increased his determination to see the other again. I'll find you, Kira. Somehow, in all this mess. I will.

He'd almost swear he heard her chuckle. Not if I find you first.

He could find sanctuary enough in that smile. Deal.

[ladytauria]

for the ask game <33 jaytim in lotr au maybe?

Tim is an elf—fairly young, as elves go. (Think Legolas, I suppose.) Jason is human. I think? I want Jason to be the ring-bearer. I know as far as LOTR canon goes a human would have been a p terrible choice but, we’re just going to ignore that :) Jason is unusually resistant to the ring’s power, but not like… completely so.

Jason is initially reluctant to take the journey but volunteers because it’s the right thing to do. He’s a voracious reader, he’s studied the histories and listened to the old stories. He knows exactly how terrible things will get if the Dark Lord (it’s gotta be Joker, right? altho maybe Ra’s is more fitting? or someone else completely?) isn’t stopped. Tim is a more eager volunteer because he does Not want to be stuck in his home forest anymore. He was quite sheltered, I think, though he definitely snuck out a lot. (&! maybe! met Steph? who definitely tags along as well.)

Jason & Tim don’t get along very well initially. I don’t think they hate each other or anything but Tim definitely says something insensitive about a human carrying the ring, especially after the last one. Jason fires back, & it just… sets the tone going forward.

However! When the Fellowship (Bruce, Dick, Babs, Steph, Cass, Jason, Tim, maybe Damian and/or Duke) splits up, Tim & Jason are the ones who end up venturing to Mordor together, and are forced to rely on each other in order to survive. Traveling solo also forces them to get to know each other, which they had maybe done a bit of?

The ring’s influence does eventually end up getting to Jason despite his best efforts, but, ultimately the ring is destroyed without fully corrupting him. When all is said and domed he’s self-deprecating about it—maybe telling Tim he was “right all along” not to trust him to carry it. Tim disagrees, though, and commends him for resisting as long as he did and commends him for his heart. They end up sailing away together to live in the immortal lands of the elves, eventually <3

Bonus: I don’t think things work like… 1:1 with the original characters. But—Bruce is the one to notice a need for the fellowship in the first place & brings them all together. He’s also the initial leader, until Moria, where he “dies.” Dick takes over after that, and maybe has a legacy as a king. Babs ensures Jason & Tim are able to escape, but instead of losing her life, she loses her ability to walk after a well-placed arrow hits her. Cass & Steph have an initial rivalry or dislike of each other but then begin to care for one another.

[ au ask game ]

[theonxepialos]

heir of astoria;

The only Astorian heir is brought forth on the precipice of a truce, Iskaldrik and Astoria had long clashed upon the soil of Astorian land. Alcides, the King’s only son to survive the strain of adolescence, was a mark of a prosperous ideal; where once they were at the helm of successfully navigating the political ties of this world they’ve fallen short, infamous only for their golden fields and not the current legacy of the King’s notable foibles. Alcides understood swiftly that his father’s fatal flaw was likely his aloof benevolence; instead of leading with a heavy hand, squashing the wandering beliefs of others, King de Contreras was more enraptured with the spoils of leadership; gladiator competitions, the ruse of public executions, fanatical games that kept the Astorian people mindlessly contented with his lawless leadership, though not necessarily inspired.  Alcides was free spirited and perhaps as naive as his father was. Before the Vanguard, and those devoted to its cause, more prominently littered the streets, he often ventured to the more rural fields of Astoria, climbing the few trees which littered the countryside, venturing out until the sunset to merely take in what would one day be his to reign over. As a child, time felt limitless, his father’s reign felt eternal, and Alcides often felt untouchable. A child given free reign to explore; Alcides often held mindless activities; collecting leaves, rocks, annoying the farm animals which littered the fields outside of the city.

Inevitably he was loosely homeschooled; he’d learn to write, speak the other languages of the neighboring Queen/Kingdom’s, he’d paint and joust. He was void of arrogance in his youth, had a voracious wanton to learn and skated by upon the privilege his father’s monarchy bestowed to him. As tensions increased, Alcides was often barred from leaving the home in fear of retaliation from those who were pious to the One. His father often attempted to blindside the people with distractions but Alcides was kept inside to roam the castle as more flooded the city with their whispers of the One. For the next ten years of his life, Alcides was kept within the sanctity of the castle, could roam the yards with guards to ensure his safety, but it would all be for naught as the coup ensued to destroy all within. Tensions arose quickly as Alcides' father did little to support the Oner God fully, and a childhood spattered with the lounging ability to roam the Astorian streets soon grew more isolated, stationed safely within the castle as opposition of his father’s leadership grew. Advisors were the only reassurance granted through these tense times, false beliefs that this was merely another phase that Astoria had to be appropriately ushered through despite the Vanguard that loomed. Emil was his father’s advisor and assigned to protect Alcides as the tensions between those devoted to the One and their Kingdom grew. Emil was a witch of Lysaran blood and often advised on how best to mitigate tensions with the people; he was born into the role within the house as his father before him had also served and advised beneath the de Contreras family. Alcides was not raised outright by Emil, but as tensions bled further upon the monarch and his father fell blindly, and further, into his mindless benevolence of keeping the people distracted, Emil became a prominent presence within his life. Alcides was of mere mortal blood, but he was often ‘taught’, or merely soothed, by many spells that Emil often performed. Emil, being a political advisor, also taught Alcides the inner machinations of such work; where many thought it was tedious, the young heir merely felt it was beneficial and took upon it rapturously. Though his relationship with his father was close knit, Emil taught him how to rule more than his father ever could. His father’s influence bled into mindless fun; gladiator battles and shows meant to distract, whereas Emil often drove home the point of relating to those beneath him, rather than treating them as mindless fools at the mercy of a monarch. His father’s downfall was how often he disregarded Emil’s advice. Emil would inevitably meet his demise under such stalwart protection of the young heir, staying behind in an attempt to create distance between them and Alcides, despite knowing it would lead to his death. Alcides didn’t quite have a voice in opposition of his father, mindless benevolence was the King’s glorified personality trait and it was also his wretched demise.

[greenwoodlegacy]

☆*:.｡.o Greenwood Legacy o.｡.:*☆

the girls alone have been getting into their individual interests. for one, elizabeth has started even reading, voraciously! when she isnt playing outside or with her mom shes reading all the books in her little bookshelf. izzy has kept doing her painting, though shes got a bit uninterested in her daughter.

to stave off their boredom, izzy got them a cute little kitten! elizabeth, aptly, named him kitty.

he too is getting his own interests. right now he is really into refrigerators.

[endlingmusings]

[ Illustration of a Steller’s sea cow from “Extinct Monsters: A Popular Account of Some of the Larger Forms of Ancient Animal Life” (1896). ]

“On a Russian-led expedition in the northern Pacific Ocean in the 1740s, German botanist Georg Wilhelm Steller laid eyes on a species that captured his imagination. It looked like a manatee but was bigger than a killer whale, and it grazed similarly to a cow or horse. After Steller described the animal, it became known as Steller’s sea cow (Hydrodamalis gigas).

The sea cow could grow about 9 meters (30 feet) in length and weigh up to 10 metric tons, but this colossal creature had few defenses. Covered with thick blubber, the sea cow could not fully submerge itself in the water, but floated at the surface, grazing on kelp. This tendency made the species vulnerable to hunting.

“These animals are very voracious and eat incessantly, and because they are so greedy they keep their heads always under water, without regard to life and safety,” Steller wrote in his account. “Hence a man in a boat, or swimming naked, can move among them without danger and select at ease the one of the herd he desires to strike — and accomplish it all while they are feeding.”

By 1768, less than three decades after Steller formally described the species, the sea cow was extinct. But in a new paper, some scientists suggest the species left a considerable legacy in the coastal waters of the North Pacific: the enhancement of kelp forests through its eating habits.

From Baja California to southeastern Alaska, giant kelp forests sprout from the seabed along the coast. Giant kelp (Macrocystis pyrifera), a kind of algae, can grow up to 60 centimeters (2 ft) daily in ideal conditions, making it one of the fastest-growing species in the world. While the average length of giant kelp is 30 m (100 ft), it can grow up to 53 m (173 ft) — about half the length of a football field.

These vast underwater forests provide multiple benefits: food and habitat for thousands of species, water oxygenation that helps reduce ocean acidification, and the protection of coastlines from powerful waves and storm surges, which are getting stronger and more frequent with human-induced climate change.

But globally, kelp forests are threatened by warming temperatures, overfishing, pollution and other human activities.

In their new paper, scientists argue that the sea cow impacted kelp forests in the North Pacific by browsing at the surface, which would have encouraged the growth and strengthening of different kinds of understory algae. This thick, rich algae would then provide a food source for predatory urchins that can devour kelp, turning the ecosystem into what’s known as “urchin barren.” In California, for instance, it’s estimated that 95% of the kelp has recently disappeared, primarily because of urchin predation.”

- Excerpt from “Extinct sea cow’s underwater engineering legacy lives on today, study finds” by Elizabeth Claire Alberts.

[philhoffman]

Yesterday was one of the most amazing days ever—I traveled to Philadelphia and met @mrsalanavalentine in person for the first time and we saw Synecdoche, New York on the big screen!!!

Synecdoche was one of the first Phil Hoffman films I ever saw and it changed my life. The Hunger Games introduced me to him, Doubt convinced me he was someone truly special, but Synecdoche was unlike anything I’d seen before—it got into my head and twisted me up inside and made me fall in love with cinema. I have a lot of thoughts about how and why Phil came into my life when he did, but I’m sure one reason was to make sure I found this film. It’s been a gift in so many ways—like getting to finally meet one of my best friends!!

Jess and I met here on tumblr over two years ago thanks to our shared love of PSH—they sent me an ask calling this blog a big source of joy (❤️) and now here we are!!! Thank you again Jess for inviting me and being as much of a geek about Phil and movies as me (I mean you’re a projectionist so you are even MORE of a geek about movies than me!) and I can’t wait to see you again! 🥰

During one of my favorite scenes last night, when Caden is telling Hazel about his idea—“Here’s what I think theater is: it’s the beginning of thought. It’s the truth not yet spoken. It’s what a man feels after he’s been clocked in the jaw. It’s love, in all its messiness.”—it suddenly felt like the perfect moment, watching Phil’s performance as he talks about the rawness and realness of theater and art. It’ll maybe never be perfect because we miss him so much, but look at all of us here laughing and loving and celebrating him together.

Phil has brought so many amazing people and opportunities into my life. There has been a lot of pain and grief but there’s been even more happiness and fun and fullness and connection. I’ve done things I never could’ve imagined myself doing before he was with me—traveling and writing again and live theater and harm reduction advocacy and meeting his family and friends and finding my own closest friends, all thanks to him. “Legacy” can feel like a funny, aloof, grandiose word when you love someone so much, when they’re so real and familiar, but if I had to define it that’s part of what Phil’s is for me. Being inspired to live the way he did—voraciously, unselfconsciously—and love the people around you and take the risks you want but also need to take. Thanks for the lessons buddy, I love you and keep you with me everywhere I go

(Also, as I mentioned on letterboxd, this is the fourth PSH film I’ve seen in theaters but the first in which I got to see his tummy (and thighs) on the big screen so it was absolutely worth it to get home after 3 am and go to work this morning on just four hours of sleep.)