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wolf-knights · 1 year

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The Night We Met

Pairing:Draco Malfoy x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: here I am again, had this in the works as I was getting over the writers block and I know alot of you are waiting for my other fics. To be honest I haven't had the motivation to write for a while (because of personal reasons) but I'm slowly getting back into it. Love you all and I hope you all are doing well :)

mentions: strong language(?), angst(?), gay pining. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR FEM ALIGNED. if theres any warning i left out please let me know.

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

Last year did have its ups and downs but one thing about it was i found a family not like the Weasley's weren't already mine and harry's family, but having to know someone so close to your parents made you feel like you knew a little more about them. And having your go fathers be there for you meant something, you would try to write to Remus when ever you could especially when you felt alone, he was indeed quite surprised finding out harry's twin is a boy now but both Remus and Sirius were loving as always.

Now here I was getting ready to head to the Quidditch world cup, I was walking with Fred and George to the portkey. It was my first time using such a thing but as everyone puts their hand on the manky old boot, i do so too after Mr weasley tells me and Harry to, before I knew we were spinning around. Mr. Weasley tells all of you to let it go and I fall on the ground with the others making me groan before fred helps me up and hands me my bag. I walk in the tent with the twins and look around with a surprised look seeing how spacious and comfortable it looked.

It's night as we all walk to our seats

"blimey dad, how far up are we?"

"Well put it this way." The Malfoy's walk up as draco talks with a smirk "if it rains you'll be the first to know" we both hold eye contact for a bit before he continues while looking somewhere else "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." I let out a small sigh and walk away from where they all stood before I could get a little farther I hear Mr. Malfoy say "do enjoy yourself, won't you...while you can" we all move to get to our seats "come on up. Take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for."

As everyone returned to the tent i excused myself to take a walk to get some time to myself, as i walk around I hear screaming making me pull out my wand before someone pushes me down "get down dumbass" I hear draco's voice as people run around in havoc "get off me" I push him off me "I'm trying to protect you so shush" he says before pulling me up and taking me away from the chaos and to the forest near by "mind telling me what's going on now?" "no" he whispers as he keeps looking here and there, we both sit there for a while before i look at his annoyingly handsome face again "why are we here?" "because I don't want you dead" he mumbles while looking around "what?" "I knew you were Potter's brother but didn't think you were this dumb, there is something happening out there...something dangerous" "well that's vague" I sigh getting up but draco pulls me down making me stumble and fall on top of him. For a moment we both stop thinking and be in the moment unintentionally moving closer to the other as if to kiss 'this is exactly like last year' a thought in my mind makes me push myself away from him as I breathe heavily, in that moment both of us come to our senses and look away from each other moving to sit away from each other but I couldn't take it, I get up and walk away to find harry by now draco knew it was okay for you to be out there, as he saw the dark mark in the air making him take a deep breath. He would always keep you safe no matter if he was on the dark side...

We were on the train back to hogwarts, I didn't pay much attention to what the others were talking about as I was reading a book remus got me for my birthday "y/n where did you go when the whole thing happened?" Hermione asked making me look up at her "what thing?" i ask confused not knowing what they were talking about "the death eaters chaos" "oh i-i took a walk remember i-i was in near the forest s-so I just hid there" I try not to sound suspicious

As we arrive at hogwarts we see a carriage being pulled by winged horses "well there's something you don't see every day" A large ship comes out of the water.

We head back to our dormitories to change and go the great hall for the feast. After sorting out the first years Dumbledore makes his speech "well now that we are all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well" Filch runs up to Dumbledore "you see hogwarts has been chosen-" they talk for a moment then he walks away "so Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, The Triwizard Tournament." some people look around excited while the other look confused "for those who don't know the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone and trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint- hearted. But for now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime" the doors open and a group of ladies walk in and wave out their arms and run as the butterflies fly. "blimey that's one big woman" you look to see a very tall lady walk in, they bow as everyone claps and cheers for them. Dumbledore raises his arms to quiet everyone "and now our friends from the north, please welcome the proud sons of Dumstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff." We turn to see a group of guys come in banging staffs on the ground doing a chant then run up doing flips while Krum walks in "Blimey it's him, it's Viktor Krum!" They blow fire that forms a snake to a bird. After the feast ends a little tower like structure is brought in "your attention please! I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. This is what the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament but to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks and for this reason the Ministry has seen fir to impose a new rule, to explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Bartemius Crouch." The sky ceiling makes lighting, then someone calms it down

"bloody hell. That's Mad-Eye moody"

"Alastor moody? The Auror?" you ask confused "Auror?"

"dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter these days" he walks up to Dumbledore and shakes his hand before walking away and drinking something "what's he drinking?" I look confused at the flask "I don't know but I don't think it's pumpkin juice"

Mr. Crouch walks up "after due consideration the Ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final" alot of students get upset as i look at my watch before looking up accidentally making eye contact with draco "silence!" the voice pulls both of us out of the subtle eye contact, I look at Dumbledore as everyone quiets down, he points his wand at the tower like structure and it disappears showing a goblet before blue flames are above it "the Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need to only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun." The feast comes to an end, we head to our dormitories, I head to bed and grab the book I was reading "goodnight y/n" I hear Harry say "goodnight Harry" I say before laying down on the bed, soon falling asleep with one specific person in my dreams...

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Hope you had a good time reading this. Thank you for reading, and I hope you all have a good day/night. ❤️

#wolf knights writes #draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x ftm reader #harry potter's brother

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theterrorreversebang · 1 year

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Presenting, for your viewing and reading pleasure: the final collection of the first-ever Terror Reverse Bang, a feast of gorgeous artwork, beautiful fic, friendship, laughter, tears, ...some horny. OK, a lot of horny.

You can find the AO3 collection for the event here. Summaries and links to the artwork below the cut. Thank you all for going on this fantastic journey with us. Eat well and enjoy. - ❤️, Charlie and Vio

a most noble and enjoyable pursuit (T, multiple ships, 10.6k) artwork and concept by shloodles fic by vfrankenstein

Cornelius Hickey discovers something in the orlop deck that nobody was ever meant to find. Poetry, stupidity, and romance ensues.

anamnesis (M, fitzier, 42k) artwork and concept by camecrawlingback - art 2 fic by crownlessliestheking

The only things the commander leaves behind are these: A scrap of paper with writing that is not his own, and proudly monogrammed boots, now caked in verdurous filth. Both items will be pored over, and over. The boots, encased and displayed as a memorial to Franklin's expedition, in the time where they were yet named and not merely numbered. And the paper will be picked up and encased in glass to be read but never touched, the ink determined to be not ink at all, the words never fading though grief and greed blinds readers to its warning: WE ARE GONE.

and it is now, and it is here (M, fitzier, 30k) artwork and concept by oughtnots - draft fic by 20thcenturyvole

Before the ships are trapped in the ice, James Fitzjames sees a terrible vision of the future, a harbinger of his own death. Before the ships are trapped in the ice, Francis Crozier is visited by a tender apparition, an angel wearing James Fitzjames' face. They are both seeing the same vision. Whether they can heed its warning is another matter entirely.

antipode (T, fitzier, 8.4k) artwork by asparklethatisblue fic by themainthings concept by drfronkensteeen

An antipode of any place is the point on the earth's surface diametrically opposite it. North. Then. James Fitzjames prepares for a walk. South. Now. Francis Crozier witnesses a glacier.

anything you can do (jopson does better) (T, joplittle, 15.5k) artwork and concept by necromcom fic by bastaerd

“There were only a handful of men in attendance– these lessons are often sparsely attended, as you know, but those who do attend come with the intent to improve upon not only their artistic skills but their powers of observation. Today there were… let me see.” Irving looked up at the ceiling and his mouth moved mutely as he recounted to himself the day’s class roster. “Hartnell, Peglar, Armitage, Gibson, Strong, and one other, I believe. Ah. Manson. A class of six.” Little nodded. “Was it one of them?” he asked. “No, no. They applied themselves to their work. It was only that- well, part of the way through the lesson Mr. Jopson arrived.” (or, Jopson's billion talents and the one thing he's dogshit at.)

beyond belief (T, multiple ships, 16.5k) artwork and concept by zdrzemka fic by Jellyfax

In the summer of 1845 'The Royal Society for Improving Natural and Unnatural Knowledge' at Somerset House in London posted a request for teams of Unnaturalists to uncover the nature of a beast spotted in the Highlands, terrorising the ironworkers on the North shore of Loch Camock. Funded by coal magnate Meyrick Holme, a reward of £500 was offered for proof of its existence, and £1000 was offered for the capture and delivery of the creature to the Royal Society. Two teams of monster hunters at the forefront of British Unnatural interests took up the gauntlet, and the hunt was to become a race against time and each other. But this is not really that story, but rather all the stories that lead up to it, and all the Monsters (Natural or Unnatural) found along the way. alternative title: "What if the Grandpa from Princess Bride was reading 'The Cryptid Factor: 1845' instead (but there was still kissing and melodrama and animals of unusual size hiding out in forests)"

blind tiger (M, bridglar, 24.5k) artwork and concept by neptuniite - art 2 fic by shortcrust

It is late in the winter of 1926 in Norfolk, Virginia. John Bridgens is a mediocre agent for the Bureau of Prohibition, and Harry Peglar is an excellent bootlegger.

bones in the ocean (T, fitzconte, 11.5k) artwork by vandrawsing fic by pointyshades concept by tullia

There were a few things James knew to be true: he had been dead, and now he was alive. Then there were the things of which he was not certain: were there others afflicted by his condition?

cliffgate (T, goodgore, 18.3k) artwork and concept by agatadraws fic by whalersandsailors

At the end of the long war with France, Graham Gore takes a holiday to Scotland in search of a place to find peace and to bury his past. But something is off in Cliffgate and her rolling hills: a secret as old as the earth, rivers, and trees. And local doctor Harry D.S. Goodsir seems embroiled in the middle of it all.

don't let them scare you; they are only my dreams (M, edward little & silna's father, 7.9k) artwork and concept by astralwhat fic by camecrawlingback

Edward Little has a nice dream. He also has some weird ones.

dreams of doom (M, multiple ships, 8.8k) artwork and concept by midnightmagpies fic by bilgewater01

When the haunted schooner Octavius sails into Crozier's dreams—and then into view of the stricken men on Erebus and Terror—the captain's suspicions, paranoid yet not without reason, turn towards Mr. Hickey. And then Crozier's men begin to die, murdered by the entity that only Hickey truly understands, and Hickey is not there to see their destruction.

francis and the frog prince (E, fitzier, 19.2k) artwork and concept by vandrawsing fic by sadsparties

James the frog has always wanted to be a prince. He wishes more than anything to have long legs and fancy hair, and horses to ride and clothes to wear. His dreams come true with the aid of a witch, but James soon learns that being a prince is more complicated than it seems. And what do you mean he must find his true love?

free o'er the bright blue sea (E, joplittle, 10.3k) artwork and concept by mitarashi8 fic by orchidae

Tom Jopson needed to make good money as fast as possible, that’s why he became Head Waiter on the Terre d’or, Franklin Ross cruise lines' brand new Mediterranean cruise ship, Captained by Francis Crozier. He figured a ship full of people would keep him focused and busy enough, too bad he keeps randomly bumping into First Officer Edward Little who is so damn distracting.

friday, i'm in love (E, joplittle, 52k) artwork and concept by mitarashi8 fic by manicpixiedreamjop

Mr. Little,Thank you so much for reaching out. While we are incredibly busy here at Mrs. Jopson’s Cleaning Services for the next few weeks (everyone’s excited about spring cleaning, what can you do!), I would be happy to get you on our schedule as early as the second week of April. When Edward’s therapist recommends he hire a cleaning company to help mitigate some of the guilt and anxiety that comes from his flat getting messy when he’s busy or depressed, he expects the "Mrs. Jopson" that he hires to be a sweet, middle-aged woman. He certainly does not expect the young, beautiful man who shows up in his flat, makes Edward's notoriously antisocial cat fall in love with him instantly, and makes Edward feel things he hasn't felt in years.

gods of fear and darkness (M, fitzier, 11.9k) artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue - art 2 fic by shakespeares_girl

After an unwanted arranged marriage to the King of the Underworld, James begins to show signs of a mysterious illness that only grows worse as time goes on. As James explores his new home and begins to grow close to his husband, Francis, and make friends in his new realm, James finds that he enjoys his new life and isn't ready to give it up. But with no cure and his symptoms growing worse first daily, then hourly, James doesn't have much time to unravel the mystery of his illness, or how it may connect to a long-buried trauma from his past ....

leave the light on (M, fitzier, 19.1k) artwork and concept by pretendingday fic by cajunroe

“Rumor has it, you found him eating bones on a beach. Keeping it up?” Francis nearly smiles but remembers just who he’s talking to in time. “You would be surprised how little the rumors of my life mean to me, Fitzjames.” He sets his haul on the table and seeks about putting everything in its place. “Oh, I do not think there’s anything about you that does not surprise me, Francis.”

long after the thrill of living is gone (M, multiple ships, 14k) artwork and concept by sixpounderss - art 2 fic by dimmockdock

Billy Gibson's main goal for his junior year of high school: survive. With the Toms by his side, that shouldn't be hard. But when a mysterious new kid shows up and draws Billy's eye, things start the change.

maths, marksmanship, & manly bonding (T, irving/tozer) artwork and concept by entangled_system

no better shoulder (T, silna & silna's father, 12k) artwork and concept by 20thcenturyvole fic by orchis

When the strangers whose ships are stuck in the ice wound her father, Silna has no choice but to accept their help until her dad heals or she can convince the men to leave. Unfortunately, they don't seem willing to listen to her. As tensions rise among the crew and Tuunbaq continues to lurk out on the ice, the danger grows for everyone involved. A Silna's dad lives AU.

nothing fades like the light (M, thomas hartnell, 8.5k) artwork and concept by silvermagpies fic by scarecrowfan

In January of 1846, Tom buries his brother on Beechey Island, but a part of Johnny seems to linger with him, a constant presence in his thoughts. Two years later, scurvy and lead poisoning have spread among the sailors. As they all struggle to survive their march from the ships, Tom's sense of time deteriorates and the edges of his memories blur. Is his brother's spirit truly with him, or is the failing of his body merely taking its toll? A Thomas Hartnell character study.

sacred and terrible divinity (M, fitzier, 28,9k) artwork and concept by 20thcenturyvole fic by midna_ronoa

The Empress of the Nine Houses in all her kindly glory summons eight necromancers and their cavaliers to take part in what will be the trial of their lifetimes: acquiring immortality. Soon after their arrival Francis Crozier, Head Archivist and Speaker of the Death of the Fifth, will have to decide where his allies and enemies lie in a game, that even if innocent at first, holds many more stakes for the known universe that one may have thought at first.

silent lands (T, silna & goodsir, 8.2k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by moonwalkingcrab

As Silna wanders across the land, tugged forwards by a mysterious presence, she contemplates the future and her place in it, if any.

the frozen shore (M, multiple characters, 17.5k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by acephalous

It's hungry and it wants to live (a 'The Thing' AU).

the gentleman soldier (E, hickeytozer, 8.6k) artwork and concept by malcifer fic by rhubarb_crumbl

Solomon finds Hickey to be a distraction from the darkness closing in around them, and realises that Hickey might need something to focus his mind on too.

the hidden paw (T, fitzier, 10.5k) artwork and concept by asparklethatisblue - art 2 fic by fadladinida

Francis heard a small mew and looked down to see a cat waiting expectantly on the doorstep. “Mew,” said the cat, apparently affirmatively, as it- he- trotted up the step and straight into Francis’ flat. Francis' fledgling friendship with his former office nemesis is put into doubt after a disastrous dinner date, but when a mysterious cat turns up at Francis' door, it quickly becomes apparent that both their relationship and the strange cat are not entirely as they seem.

the miracle; or, un unlikely series of states in a mechanical universe (E, goodsir/multiple, 7.5k) artwork and concept by bilgewater01 link to the fic

During congress with his mistress Lady Silence, Assistant Surgeon Goodsir discovers that his Membrum Virile, applied rectally, is a Panacea for any and all ailment and disease, as the woman grows back her tongue. He vigorously confirms this finding with Seaman Morfin, who is greatly troubled by his headaches; then is granted permission to perform his miraculous cures on all men in need.

this time tomorrow (M, bridglar, 19k) artwork and concept by silvermagpies fic by poorly_animated

John Bridgens meets Henry Peglar one evening when he nearly runs him over on his bike ride home. Henry doesn't particularly mind being almost run over by a handsome professor, so they walk together, and make plans to keep meeting. When John mentions Henry to his officemate, though, they discover something strange. Henry Peglar is dead.

unsportsmanlike conduct (T, fitzier, 10.8k) artwork and concept by pretendingday fic by othersideofthis (hikaru)

The Greenhithe Terrors are the worst team in the EIHL, and their last-ditch attempt to save their season involves trading for one James Fitzjames. It's too bad that the league's golden boy also doesn't seem to know that there's no "I" in team.

vanished hands and voices still (M, fitzier, 9.5k) artwork and concept by e-merald-terror fic by hangingfire

Or, The Convalescence of James Fitzjames In another timeline, two dozen of Sir John Franklin's men returned from the Arctic. In this timeline, James Fitzjames didn't die. But his great gilded life has collapsed in the wake of the disastrous expedition. Haunted by his failures and the deaths of his men, harrowed by the trauma he has suffered, he takes refuge with his foster-brother's family in Brighton.

your turn (T, hickey/irving, 21k) artwork and concept by pileofsith fic by hypallepse

When John Irving was steeling himself for another dreadful weekend in the Swiss Alps, he only thought he'd have to deal with integrating George's new boyfriend into their strange group. Nothing could have prepared him to have the same new boyfriend's ex-boyfriend crashing the party and turning his whole life around. When Cornelius Hickey decided to crash Billy's new fake life so he could get his boyfriend back, he never expected he'd have to learn how to ski or, even worse, care about another self-centred prat.

15 Recipes Arctic Explorers Can't Live Without (M, joplittle, 6.1k) artwork and concept by entangled_system fic by krewka

In the spring of 1850 Thomas and Edward convalesce in the English countryside. Recovery, relationships, and retirement create an unsavoury mix, made all the worse since no one really knows how to taco 'bout it.

#the terror #the terror amc #amc the terror #the terror reverse bang #the terror reverse bang 2023 #the terror reverse bang 2023 masterpost

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scotianostra · 5 months

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December 6th 1666 saw the executions of nine Covenanters in Ayr and Edinburgh.

Differing dates for this, one source gives the 7th, another the 27th. The truth be told on looking into this further it connects directly to my post of November 28th and the Battle of Rullion Green. What I discovered is there were a total of three dozen or so put to death in the aftermath of The Pentland Uprising.

I think I need to go into the background a wee bit about the Covenanters and their movement.

This stretches back to the first English Civil War, when English parliamentarians enlisted the aid of Scottish Presbyterians by agreeing to a covenant guaranteeing presbyterian church governance in Scotland and England. Essentially, that meant representative ecclesiastical authority, rather than top-down power from the king, via bishops.

The Presbyterians took this covenant very seriously indeed, indeed some still do.

This expedient political arrangement flew apart post-hostilities, especially when the Presbyterians’ parliamentary faction got on the wrong side of Cromwell‘s New Model Army. “Pride’s Purge”, the de facto army coup d’etat which made possible the execution of Charles I, essentially consisted of kicking out of Parliament the Presbyterian types who were ready to strike a deal with the king at the army’s expense and then governing with the remainder.

This made Presbyterians, for whom reformed church governance was the issue, amenable to inroads from the royalist camp. As soon as Charles I lost his head, the un-purged Presbyterian Scottish Parliament recognized Charles II … on condition that he get on board and signed The Covenant, which he did, but Charles was not exactly an enthusiastic partner.

But nevertheless, Charles II did sign on the dotted line as the price for a Scottish throne and a play at restoration … but the army stomped that, too. An exasperated Cromwell asked of these quarrelsome Scots with their presbyter hangup, he is quoted as saying;

“I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken!”

Mistaken or not, the beaten Presbyterians were optimistic — it’s a ridiculous optimism, in retrospect — that the post-Cromwell Restoration of the exiled monarch would finally Presbyterianise the island. But in 1660, it was Charles wielding the grindstone.

Much to his former allies’ chagrin, Charles rolled back the previous years’ church reforms, booted dissenting clerics, and cemented episcopacy. You have to remember the Stewarts were after all believers in the divine right, basically they were here on this earth to carry out Gods work.

The Presbyterian frustration here is understandable; they twice came out on the winning side in the civil war carrying signed pledges from the victors, and were twice balked of their prize. And the balked prize was only God’s work on earth.

In November 1666, a thousand aggrieved Covenanters marched towards Edinburgh in the pitiful and improvised Pentland Rising, which was violently stopped at Rullion Green.

Mass executions of prisoners followed throughout December and into January. (Others not executed were transported to the colonies.)

The executions at Ayr took a bit of a twist when their public executioner fled rather than put godly Scotsmen to death. A Highlander named William Sutherland, who served the same office, was retrieved from nearby Irvine, but he too refused even when threatened with torture.

The beneficiary of these principled refusals, in body if not in soul, was Cornelius Anderson, one of the eight doomed to die in Ayr who was finally prevailed upon to take the job of hanging his fellows in exchange for his life. Faltering spirit fortified with too much brandy, Anderson clumsily dispatched this group; later, since the obdurate Irvine hangman had been sacked, he had to do the same to two more Covenanters there.

Guilt-ridden and reviled, Anderson actually might have been the most miserable man on the scaffold. He came to a miserable end.

His conscience troubling him, he went to Ireland, where he was no better; nobody would either give him work or lodging. He built a little house in some common place near Dublin, where he and it and all were burnt to ashes.

#scotland #scottish #history #executions #covenaters

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culmors · 2 months

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@vigilant-cleric

it is hard to count the number of times that cornelius has been lost in thought over the years. the amount of minutes, hours, days, where he has not moved. a ghoul in his own home, a ghost of a man. shelled, empty. he had lived in a pain so great for over three hundred years that he could have hardly imagined anything else. until by chance he caught word of a novel. a curious mind caused foot to step from home and so much had happened since. but everyone knows those tales, would come to know of those deeds should only they listen to the closest bard.

what those songs don't sing about is the after. that those involved that lived have to go on living and life is never the same. cornelius cannot find regret in meeting ashen, nor would he even think of looking for it. there are few who he can say have taken him so roughly from his own head, shown him again that there is more to a life than haunting your own home. ( granted he almost died a few times but what is adventure without a little danger? ) but this is also the problem; he had known what it meant to care for another again, had let that love into his heart. had come to know the warmth of another person who he could wholly claim to put his soul into. to weave together destinies, to laugh with, to cry with.

( it's there in the back of his mind though always, after a drink over a fire, after a laugh shared in some wet cave, boots heavy with some unknown liquid: this cannot go on forever. )

death has always kept him company and death has always been cold and cruel. there's a heavy silence, it's obvious that something weighs on his mind. he watches his friend as he has done so for many years now. he can recall the day he first met the cleric in the grove. how young he was then and now.. for once he is a loss for words. what can be strung together to properly convey how heavy his heart is? he averts his gaze, hands at the small of his back as he stalks to lookout a courtyard beyond, colorful glass skewing vision but it is better than gazing upon the old form of his friend. " I... " baritone cracks, he clears his throat to try again. " I would not be myself if I didn't at least ask- beg- once again..." words unspoken but ashen should know; eternal life, offered before him.

#vigilant-cleric #verse i.#KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU KILLS YOU

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saints-who-never-existed · 6 months

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Rereading The Terror

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Irving

Here we go, lads. Let's do this thing. :((( Big big spoiler warning, just in case.

Irving introduces himself to the Netsilik in the most endearingly awkward way, just as in the show: "Greetings," he said. He touched his chest with his mittened thumb. "Third Lieutenant John Irving of Her Majesty's Ship Terror". I've helpfully written 'YOU AWKWARD FUCK' next to this snippet.

The Netsilik use several words in reply to this which are interesting. I wouldn't presume to parse the full meaning of it all when it's not my place so do take all this with a gargantuan grain of salt but I have looked into it a little further out of curiosity... We have 'kabloona' of course, 'qavac' which appears to have a similar meaning and may be used in a derogatory way, and 'miagortok' which seems to translate to 'howling dog'.

Most interesting of all, one of the Netsilik men - possibly a wise man or shaman - also points at Irving and says "Piifixaaq!". I'd imagine this is just referring to his pale skin but one of the closest translations I've been able to find so far for this word is 'ghost or haunting spirit of a departed one'. We also hear reference to polar bears and Torngarsuk, an Inuit god of the sea, death, and the underworld.

They eventually start to make some headway in communication - mainly by pointing to objects and stating their own language's word for them. The apparent leader of this group introduces himself with the words "Inuk" and then "Tikerqat" and again, Irving's reply to this couldn't be more awkward or endearing: "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Inuk," said Irving. "Or Mr Tikerqat. Very pleased to make your acquaintance."

The scene continues very similarly to the way it does in the show. Irving is introduced to the rest of the group (including a quick flash of tit from one of the women present - thanks for that Simmons 👀). They feed him and he presents them with his precious telescope.

Finally, he retreats to find the others. This, of course, is where things go wrong and get infinitely more absurd and wild. Here's just a snippet of the madness: "Twenty feet down the northeast side of the ridge, Irving saw something that made him stop in his tracks. A tiny man was dancing naked except for his boots around a tall heap of discarded clothing on a boulder... [] He stepped closed and saw that it was no leprechaun dancing but rather the caulker's mate. The man was humming some sailor's ditty as he danced and pirouetted. Irving could not help noticing the grubwhite paleness of the little man's skin, how his ribs pushed out so visibly, the goosebumps everywhere rising on his flesh, the fact that he was circumcised, and how absurd the pale white buttocks were when he pirouetted."

Irving's first though genuinely is he can't let Hickey embarrass him in front of his cool new Netsilik pals but no sooner can he chastise Hickey than his throat is slashed wide open, just like that. "Hickey took a step closer, still naked, all sharp knees and thin thighs and tendons, crouching now like some pale bony gnome. But Irving had fallen to his side on the cold gravel, vomited an impossible amount of blood, and was dead before Cornelius Hickey ripped away the lieutenant's clothing and began wielding the knife in earnest." I have, quite simply, inscribed the word 'FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!' below this paragraph.

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #Observations #Random Observations #Meta #Rereading The Terror #Terror Spoilers #John Irving #Cornelius Hickey

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steam-powered-chaos · 2 months

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Chapter 3 (Frozen Storm)

Helio stood up sharply from where he was crouched, staring at his terrified catch. The mer was big, tall, a strong looking fellow, with scars covering his body and the hook wound in his tail haphazardly bandaged up, as the ship landed at the swarming, busy dock. He gave the mer a gentle pat, ignoring his growl of protest, giving a backwards glance at the uneaten fish leaning on the side, as he left the cabin boy to watch him, although Helio severely doubted that the mer would be going anywhere anytime soon. He paused as he walked past a bottle of whisky, but stopped himself, reasoning that the figure would hold up its end of the deal soon, surely, walking out onto the main deck and examining the dock. Cornelius let out a soft hoot, circling down to land on his shoulder, the little owl pecking gently at his ear lobe.

”That capture seems to have cheered you right up Captain! Ready to head down to the market?” Sunny called up to him, waving. She was smiling, properly for once, the first time he had seen her smile like that in the past few months, and Helio couldn’t help but smile back at her warmly, jumping down from his place near the wheel and nodding. Cornelius perched on the railing, tilting his head as he gave the bird a gentle stroke, landing roughly on the dock as his boots clacked menacingly towards the dockmaster, the ferrety young woman seeming to shrink under the pirate’s gaze as his eyes flicked to the wanted poster with his face plastered on it, and back at her again, silently placing a gold coin on the deskbook before turning away, his beloved pet and Sunny in tow. He paused outside a coat shop, admiring a dark red coat, before hearing a familiar meaw at his feet, looking down at the little black and white cat.

He leaned down slightly, to give Nana a few gentle pets, before freezing, immediately realising that if Nana was here, then so was… “…Helio?” Orion spoke up from behind him, and he slowly stood, turning around to face his former husband. Helio winced slightly, upon seeing the scar that marked Orion’s cheek from where he had cut into him, and Orion only gave him a cold look, Nana wrapping around the smaller man’s legs and purring. Helio wanted to burst into tears, run and hug him, kiss him as if everything that had happened between them was all just one terrible dream, but couldn’t move, as Helio gave him a silent, observing look with those pink eyes that no longer held any of their former warmth for him, not anymore. “….You’re looking well..” Helio began, unsure what else to say other than a simple comment on his appearance, despite the scar, and the silver in his hair. Was that because of me? He wondered briefly, a glimmer of hope sparking in Helio, that perhaps Orion missed him just as much as he did.

“…That’s all?” Orion scoffed, “I ‘look well’, do I? I can see the way you’re looking at me, my hair. My scar. Don’t try to kid me Frostheart, I know you want the old, perfect little Orion back!” He mocked, his words piercing like eye into Helio, rendering him lost for words, before he was taken by a deep surge of rage. “Don’t tell me how I think-“ he started to move forward, before Sunny grabbed his arm to stop him, as Orion seemed to shift his weight, hand dangling just above his cutlass. “…Fuck off Helio, I don’t want to see you again. And if I do, I want it to be your head on a plate.” And with that, Orion stalked away, but not before throwing a box of hair dye at Helio’s chest, disappearing into the market with Nana following close behind.

Tears pinpricked at Orion’s eyes, shaking them away as he struggled to harden his heart, to match his former husbands, for they were now enemies.

#tw swearing #original story #original characters #original fiction #Helio Frostheart #Sunny Bashra #Orion Stormturner #Frozen Storm

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pjunicornart · 2 months

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Headcanons!

Some headcanons for Meet the Robinsons regarding the boy, Lewis/Cornelius, plus little doodles I did. I'll be switching up what name I call him. These are my personal headcanons for him, so allow for differing opinions, please!

Headcanons below the cut...

Lewis is a HUGE Legend of Zelda fan. I also feel like he'd want to invent some of the items he sees in the games. As in, the Spinner, the Iron Boots, Gust Bellows, etc. Pictured below is him with the Dominion Rod from Twilight Princess, as well as a little friend. If you've played Twilight Princess, then you know what the item is supposed to do and why he has that little friend.

He likes music that absolutely MURDERS his ears. I feel like he listens to a wide variety of stuff like this. Extratone, Speedcore, Gabber, Breakcore, Splittercore, Kadacore... the works. He listens to rock whenever he's around people to appear "normal," because that's more socially acceptable. That and people would probably be concerned if they listened in to his ear buds and heard "No Morality" by sc.Dave! in all of its hell scream glory. To be fair listening to that song is probably some kind of catharsis for him. Also, my boy is a Linkin Park stan.

He's bi! I think he likes jocks. So... boys way out of his league. Franny knows this and always reminds him. Doesn't stop him from swooning, though.

Cornelius can't burp. For some reason, he just can't. Which sucks for people who happen to be around him after a large meal.

Neil's love language is gift giving. He prefers to make his gifts rather than buying them, but the sentiment is always the same. Like the time he wanted to bake some cookies for Franny, pictured below. Whether they're cookies or not is up for debate... It's the thought that counts.

These were just the light and safe headcanons. I have plenty more dark ones, which I might make a post for, who knows.

#rosey rambles #art #my art #traditional art #sketches #doodles #meet the robinsons #lewis robinson #cornelius robinson #headcanons

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cuteteacakes · 19 days

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s1lxcs

//more info about the characters, the families, what they like & dislike & more about their world- :3

ALRIGHT THIS MIGHT GET LONG BUT HERE WE GO (under a read more because spoiler alert: it did get long)

I better start with the world setting because that would help other things make sense. Fogs Keep is a self-contained city divided into five sections: North Quarter, South Quarter, East Quarter, West Quarter, and the Center. There are also two classes of elves, Sky Elves and Tree Elves. The North Quarter is where all the farming/agriculture takes place (at least as much as a damp and foggy place can allow), the South Quarter is where the government buildings are, and the Center is where the shops and entertainment districts are. Sky Elves live in the West Quarter and are the higher class (get all the fancy clothes, nice houses, carriages, jobs, etc etc). Tree Elves live in the East Quarter and are the working class. Their quarter kind of looks like the Mumbai slums but not as bad? But they do live kind of packed into an area, small families/single Tree Elves get a small shack while sometimes multiple families live in one building or families take in elderly that can't fend for themselves, as is with one of my narrators Ransom.

Ransom lives in the East Quarter with his family; older sister Kay and younger sibling Ohanko, and an old man the family shares their house with. His father died when Ransom was still a kid and his mother died when she gave birth to Ohanko, so Kay and him had to raise them by themselves. He's a Tree Elf through and through, and absolutely hates Sky Elves. He thinks they don't deserve the lives they have because they don't do nearly half the work that Tree Elves do for half the pay and resources. He likes sweets, his friend Tanner, Tree Elf pride, and his family. He'd get run over by a carriage for his family. He dislikes Sky Elves (very much), his boot-blacking job (esp. since his clients are all Sky Elves), and horses. He thinks animals shouldn't be allowed to be that big.

ANYWAY so my story follows Ransom the Tree Elf and Cornelius, who is a Sky Elf. Cornelius lives in the West Quarter with his great grand-aunt Penelope and live-in maid Theodora. His mother also died in childbirth (with him) and his father passed from pneumonia. He doesn't have any siblings or other family, but used to have another Tree Elf maid named Ivy who would keep him company and be his friend. She had to be let go though because Cornelius was running out of money to support her. He's basically the only Sky Elf that believes Tree Elves should be treated fairly and better, and other Sky Elves think he's crazy for it because this is the way things have always been, it's just the way things are. He's even taken it upon himself to learn the Tree Elf dialect (although he's a total beginner and can offend with his horrible accent). Others think he's also crazy because he wants to see the world outside of Fogs Keep, but not only is he sickly and frail, nobody has ever left Fogs Keep as there's a huge ravine surrounding its boarders, and the fog makes it impossible to see the other side. It's basically cut off from the rest of the world. Cornelius likes his horse Annabelle, tea, working on maps (his father was Fogs Keep's cartographer and he took up the position once he died), and Tree Elves. He dislikes the prejudice Tree Elves get, his weak constitution, and being alone. He also dislikes his ex-friend Benjamin but that's another story haha-

I think that answered all your questions?? I hope it generates some interest??? I didn't reveal any of the plot (apart from Cornelius wanting to leave and Ransom hating Sky Elves) I think, so..... ta-da???

#beyond the fog #s1lxcs #outofcakes [ooc]#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT MY SILLY LITTLE STORY OK

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