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aurumacadicus · 4 months

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Alright my friends, it's time to choose the book for February! Our theme for the month: Romance! I'm not original. However, the bar for romance was skimming the floor and so we have a wide variety of titles to choose from! If you'd like to join the book club, send me a message and I'll send you the link to our Discord! The summaries for the titles are under the cut!

Jane Steele by Lyndsay Faye

Reader, I murdered him. A Gothic retelling of Jane Eyre. Like the heroine of the novel she adores, Jane Steele suffers cruelly at the hands of her aunt and schoolmaster. And like Jane Eyre, they call her wicked - but in her case, she fears the accusation is true. When she flees, she leaves behind the corpses of her tormentors. A fugitive navigating London's underbelly, Jane rights wrongs on behalf of the have-nots whilst avoiding the noose. Until an advertisement catches her eye. Her aunt has died and the new master at Highgate House, Mr Thornfield, seeks a governess. Anxious to know if she is Highgate's true heir, Jane takes the position and is soon caught up in the household's strange spell. When she falls in love with the mysterious Charles Thornfield, she faces a terrible dilemma: can she possess him - body, soul and secrets - and what if he discovers her murderous past?

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who's ever been chosen. That's what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he's probably right. Half the time, Simon can't even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor's avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there's a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon's face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here — it's their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon's infuriating nemesis didn't even bother to show up. Carry On - The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow is a ghost story, a love story and a mystery. It has just as much kissing and talking as you'd expect from a Rainbow Rowell story - but far, far more monsters.

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye.

Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick

A romantic ode to the strength of love and the power of choosing each other, against odds and obstacles, again and again. What would you do if you forgot the love of your life ever even existed? Stevie and Nora had a love. A secret, epic, once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. They also had a plan: to leave their small, ultra-conservative town and families behind after graduation and move to California, where they could finally stop hiding that love. But then Stevie has a terrible fall. And when she comes to, she can remember nothing of the last two years—not California, not coming to terms with her sexuality, not even Nora. Suddenly, Stevie finds herself in a life she doesn’t quite understand, one where she’s estranged from her parents, drifting away from her friends, lying about the hours she works, dating a boy she can’t remember crushing on, and headed towards a future that isn’t at all what her fifteen-year-old self would have envisioned. And Nora finds herself…forgotten. Can the two beat the odds a second time and find their way back together when “together” itself is just a lost memory?

Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose

A fresh, fun contemporary rom-com from debut author Elle Gonzalez Rose, about an aspiring artist who agrees to fake date one of his family’s longtime enemies in the hopes of gathering intel good enough to take down their rivals once and for all. Devin Baez is ready for a relaxing winter break at Lake Andreas. That is, until he runs into his obnoxious next-door neighbors the Seo-Cookes, undefeated champions of the lake’s annual Winter Games. In the hope of finally taking down these long-time rivals, the Baezes offer up their beloved cabin in a bet. Reckless? Definitely. So when annoyingly handsome Julian Seo-Cooke finds himself in need of a fake boyfriend, Devin sees an opportunity to get behind enemy lines and prove the family plays dirty. As long as Devin and Julian’s families are at war, there’s only room for loathing between them. Which is a problem because, for Devin, this faux game of love is feeling very real.

Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev

All her world's a stage. Bertie Shakespeare Smith is not an actress, yet she lives in a theater. She's not an orphan, but she has no parents. She knows every part, but she has no lines of her own. That is, until now. Enter Stage Right NATE. Dashing pirate. Will do anything to protect Bertie. COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and PEASEBLOSSOM. Four tiny and incredibly annoying fairies. BERTIE'S sidekicks. ARIEL. Seductive air spirit and Bertie's weakness. The symbol of impending doom. BERTIE. Our heroine. Welcome to the Théâtre Illuminata, where the actors of every play ever written can be found behind the curtain. They were born to play their parts, and are bound to the Théâtre by The Book, an ancient and magical tome of scripts. Bertie is not one of them, but they are her family, and she is about to lose them all and the only home she has ever known. Lisa Mantchev has written a debut novel that is dramatic, romantic, and witty, with an irresistible and irreverent cast of characters who are sure to enchant the audience. Open Curtain

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aquietfaeriescribe · 2 years

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Riculously Silly Shennanigans and Scavengers Hunt Daydream.

This is not for children but for adults. Just an FYI

When I daydream I tend to find these scenarios or events I would love to do. I mentioned how I would love to throw a ball in an earlier post, another one I have in my head is this over the top, silly and in joke style Scavenger hunt. It's set in some magical land with faeries and witches and dragons. It's ridiculous and fun. And I wish I could do something like this.

So the day dream...

Six fair folk go into the city. There is the youngest, a quiet faerie girl with a tendency for antics that stop her older sisters heart, Sage. The older sisters, Adhera and Alluhra (Addy and Ally), winged females. Addy is the serious one with a wicked humour and Ally is the party girl who thinks a weekend is wasted without kissing someone. Terra is a siren who is beyond beautiful and frets a bit.... but her friends are always there to give her courage. Oak, a male faerie who is a master strategist and prefers to do the more daring parts. Finally Nord, an arrogant but furiously loyal pixie who when partying with Ally tend to bounce off of each other and also bounce together ;). This leads to alot of situations....

It is the time for the yearly hunt. It was Sage's idea one year, an off chance to settle a score between them and a rival group. But it blew up and each year twelve fey meet up, two teams of six and try to out do each other.

Bragging rights were the winners prize. And when you live forever that really is the only thing worth having. One's reputation is everything.

But this hunt is not a simple hunt. It is not a simple matter of finding items. It is all about experiences. And the rules are simple. Complete as many of the list as many times as possible, crystals must be used to capture each one and a pair of judges are standing by to tally the points.

60 for completing one of the "fun courses" flying, swimming or running. (Think amusement mini parks)

5 points for every shot you have

10 for dancing on a bar

20 for streaking in a public area

15 for a lap dance

50 for getting a tattoo

30 for getting everything below the belt waxed

50 for a piercing

20 for getting laid

5 for every number/address you get

15 for each song at Karaoke

10 for eating a full meal

5 for every snack (doughnut, ice cream etc)

30 for getting arrested

25 for getting out of getting arrested

The groups can't stay at one bar the whole time, each event (besides shots and even then only up to nine shots can be had at any bar per group) must be done at a new one.

But it's the shenanigans which happen while hunting that make the nights worth it.

Nord is always the one who ends up streaking for the 20, Sage and Terra steal his clothes and on hunting nights it is not unheard of to see a very angry and naked pixie flying up a street chasing two rather drunken females. He is also the one who gets arrested first each year.

Ally is the one with phone numbers and Addresses listed up her arms, belly and neck. She treats flirting like war. Something she had yet to lose at.

Oak is always the one to scream when getting waxed. The big and hulking fey leaves nail marks in Addy's hand every year while the rest of the group shrieks with laughter outside the door. He comes out so red until drunk Sage hugs him and pats him on the head. No one stays mad when she pets them.

Terra and Addy are the ones on the bar dancing to some country song.

Sage is the one who gets giggly drunk. She likes to snuggle when she is very drunk as well. Addy is just tall enough that she can use her boobs as a pillow which is fine with Addy who prefers her baby sister close. Sage is also the one who sneaks off to snap up a few 20 points with her mate who stays in the city on hunt nights.

Addy loves the chance to gain another tattoo. And a piercing as well. Where she gets that piercing is a bit of a mystery for the group as she has all the obvious ones already.

Getting arrested was never a bad thing but something which brings so much joy to each fey. There is a secondary competition in the group who gets arrested the most. Sage is surprisingly the winner most years with Ally a runner up. Probably to do with where she snaps up those twenty points with her mate...... Addy worries about where she went wrong with her sisters.

Terra can pack the food away and she is like a magpie seeing something shiny when she spots a snack stop. It was not uncommon for them to look up and lose Terra while going from spot to spot and have her reappear ten mins later eating doughnuts off her fingers. Most of the time theses foods don't get counted because she forgets.

Oak slams the courses. He loves them. The drunker he gets the more he wants to do them. And some how he does the water one and air ones better than the groudn. Despite being neither a water based nor air influenced fey. Every year they all watch and every year none of them can answer how he manages to do it.

At the end of the night after the winners are announced they all collapse back at Sages home. Ally and Sage are not in the clothes they started in. Terra is still munching on some kind of food and her hair is a completely different colour than what it was at the start. Addy's hair is windswept from the air challenge she did and her wings are covered in glitter. Oak is wide awake and dripping wet. Nord is wearing clothes two sizes too tight after Sage and Terra lost his clothes. There are bumps, bruises and grazes. Some of them can't walk straight. And yet. It was a perfectly fun and ridiculously good night. ...... I hope you enjoyed my ramble, my day dream and short fiction.

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yourwitchmama · 3 years

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Tarot Card Meanings: The Pentacles Suit

Ace of Pentacles

Upright: Financial new beginning, new financial opportunities, new job, new business, money, investments, savings, prosperity, security, stability, abundance, manifestation Reversed: Lack of money, poor financial control, lack of opportunities or lost opportunities, financial delays, excessive spending, scarcity, deficiency, instability, insecurity, lack of planning, greed, stinginess, penny pinching

Two of Pentacles

Upright: Balance, trying to find balance, resourcefulness, ups and downs, adaptability, flexibility, juggling life, juggling money, balancing books, transferring money, profit and loss, income and outgoings, financial decisions, financial stress, partnerships Reversed: Lacking balance, lack of organization, poor financial decisions, overwhelmed, overextending yourself, biting off more than you can chew, too many balls in the air, financial losses, no contingency plan, financial mess

Three of Pentacles

Upright: Apprenticeship, learning, studying, growing, hard work, commitment, building on success, collaboration, teamwork, determination, goals, dedication, quality, attention to detail, tradesperson, achievements, recognition, reward, hard work paying off, effort, motivation Reversed: Not learning from mistakes, unwillingness to learn, lack of growth, poor work ethic, lack of commitment, mistakes, lack of effort, lack of teamwork, apathy, no determination, no goals, no dedication, no motivation, poor quality work

Four of Pentacles

Upright: Holding on to people/possessions/ issues, deep seated/past issues, hoarding, stinginess, control, possessiveness, financial stability, financial security, saving for big purchases or retirement, greed, materialism, wealth, penny-pinching, isolation, boundaries, keeping to yourself, lack of openness Reversed: Shedding the old, letting go of people, possessions or issues, generosity, sharing, giving to others, making large purchases, openness, generous to a fault, financial insecurity/ instability, financial loss, losing something valuable, reckless behavior, lack of control, gambling, theft

Five of Pentacles

Upright: Temporary financial hardship, negative change in circumstances, feeling left out in the cold, financial loss, recession, feeling the world is against you, adversity, struggle, hardship, bad luck, homelessness, poverty, unemployment, financial ruin, bankruptcy, outcast, alienation, illness, divorce, breakups, scandal, disgrace Reversed: Improvement in finances/luck, end of hardship, positive change, becoming financially secure, recovery from losses, making progress, overcoming adversity, paying off debts, forgiveness, health improvement/ treatment, being welcomed/accepted, becoming employed, improving/letting go of relationships

Six of Pentacles

Upright: Gifts, generosity, charity, donations, money, community, assistance, support, employment, sharing, kindness, wealth, prosperity, power, authority, control, investors, giving/receiving, gratitude, being valued, being well paid, rewards for hard work, fairness, equality Reversed: Lack/abuse of generosity, abuse of power or position, gifts with strings attached, subservience, inequality, lack of charity, scams, fake charity, extortion, unemployment, lack of investment, underpaid, undervalued, bad debts, poor financial decisions, greed, meanness, gullibility, kiss-ass

Seven of Pentacles

Upright: Things coming to fruition, hard work paying off, harvest, rewards, profits, results, pay-outs, manifestation of ideas or goals, inheritance, cultivation, growing, gestation, nurturing, perseverance, patience, planning, reviewing, taking stock, questioning, crossroads, approaching retirement, finishing what you started Reversed: Bad business/financial management, not finishing what you started, laziness, aimlessness, procrastination, not putting effort in, cash flow problems, waste, lack of growth, setbacks, delay, impatience, frustration, postponed retirement, lack of reward, workaholic, not taking stock, lack of reflection, change of plans

Eight of Pentacles

Upright: New job, self-employment, building business, trade, reputation, craftsmanship, quality, master, expertise, hard work, commitment, dedication, concentration, success, accomplishment, ambition, confidence, financial security, results, rewards, achieving goals, attention to detail, productivity, scholarship, qualifications Reversed: Repetitive or boring job, failure, lack of effort/confidence/commitment/ambition/focus, shoddy workmanship, poor quality, rush job, bad reputation, carelessness, poor concentration/productivity, mediocrity, financial insecurity, scams, overspending, debt, laziness, under-qualified, workaholic, materialistic, mean, dead-end career, biting off more than you can chew

Nine of Pentacles

Upright: Independence, success, financial stability/security, profit, prosperity, wealth, property, abundance, rewards through hard work, collecting on investments, thriving business, status, freedom, wisdom, maturity, indulgence, contentment, self-discipline/ control/ reliance, sophistication, elegance, grace, beauty, pregnancy, birth, menopause, mature or independent woman, retirement, taking it easy Reversed: Lack of independence/stability/security, reckless spending, shady investments, working too hard, not earning your wealth, gold-digger, marrying for money/ status, sex trafficking/exploitation/work, dishonesty, deceit, theft, property damage, con artist, scams, cheap, superficial, no style, failure, lack of self-discipline, lack of sophistication/elegance, over-indulgence, miscarriage, termination, reproductive issues.

Ten of Pentacles

Upright: Unexpected financial windfall, lump sum, will, deeds, trust funds, inheritance, solid foundations, privilege, inherited issues, ancestry, family home/ business/ responsibilities/ values/ support/ issues/ riches, old money, affluence, business empire, domestic bliss, contracts, pensions, long term financial security/ stability, being conventional/traditional, settling down, prenuptials, marriage, marrying into money, Reversed: Disputed inheritance/ being excluded from/not leaving a will, unexpected changes, financial disaster, bankruptcy, huge losses/debts, collapse of an empire, illegal activity, money laundering, rocky foundations, losing everything, family feuds/ burdens/ neglect, domestic disputes, fighting over money, divorce, “new money”, faking wealth/affluence, instability, breaking traditions, unconventional, marrying for money, cold-heartedness

Page of Pentacles

Upright: Good news in earthly matters, solid beginnings, setting goals, developing a plan, laying the foundations, taking advantage of opportunities, jumping in, consistency, excellent prospects, excelling in or seeking education/ training, ambitions, decide what you want and go for it, grounded young person, loyal, faithful, dependable, healthy lifestyle, Tarot/ divination, earth magic, nature Reversed: Bad news in earthly matters, lack of goals, lacking common sense, irresponsible, lazy, foolish, immature, sullen, rebellious, no groundwork, no follow through, unworkable plan, underachiever, procrastination, not taking advantage of opportunities, poor prospects, failing/dropping out, learning difficulties, frustration, disloyalty, unfaithfulness, unhealthy lifestyle, obsession with Tarot/ divination, dark magic

Knight of Pentacles

Upright: Patient, practical, loyal, responsible, persistence, protective, defensive, conservative, stubborn, ambitious, hard worker, profit, finishing what you start, working with nature working for what you want, making your dreams/wishes come true through persistence, environmentally conscious, getting back to nature Reversed: Impatient, lazy, apathy, lack of common sense, unstable, unskilled, unreliable, disloyal, irresponsible, weak, gambler, loser, unconscientious, deadbeat, broken promises, not finishing what you start, boring, obstinate, ultra-conservative, pessimistic, obsessed with money/materialism/looks, workaholic, animal abuse

Queen of Pentacles

Upright: Mature grounded female, businesswoman, high social status/social butterfly, generous, loyal, prosperity, success, financially independent, wealth, luxury, homemaker, the finer things in life, down to earth, organized, sensible, practical, no-nonsense, kind, welcoming, nurturing, witch, healer, wonderful mother Reversed: Ungrounded, overly ambitious, social climber, mean spirited, shallow, sociopath, jealous, possessive, wicked, out of control, under/overweight/ unhealthy, disloyal, cheater, sex trafficking/exploitation/work, disorganized, impractical, chaos, poverty, pretentious, boring, neglect, manipulation, dark magic, bad mother, dangerous, stuck in a rut

King of Pentacles

Upright: Mature grounded male, successful, wealthy businessman, bettering yourself, not a risk-taker, empire, thriving, high status, stability, security, enterprising, provider, cautious, careful, loyal, faithful, dependable, supporting, encouraging, conservative, principled, reaching goals, hard work will pay off, seeing things through to the end Reversed: Ungrounded male, unsuccessful businessman, corruption, extortion, instability, poor judgement, gambler, collapse of an empire, bankruptcy, under qualified, broke, slob, materialistic, greedy, hasty decisions, disloyal, unfaithful, unsupportive, discouraging, obstinate, cold, uncaring, ruthless, losing your grip on things

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avengershumanresources · 3 years

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blood 11 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, smut, adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

part 10 - part 12

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11 - a battle cry

“Good as new,” Wanda helped Stephen sit up, her arm wrapped around his torso, his arm sling over her shoulders.

“I feel like a horse ran over me,” he grumbled, pressing a finger to his temple.

You’d long fallen asleep, though you’d been too stubborn to leave his side and sleep in a proper bed. Instead, you’d curled up in one of the ornate chairs and passed out, hand draped as close as physically possible to the injured sorcerer.

“It was an herb from Brock’s kingdom that stopped the blooding from clotting,” Wanda explained, summoning the book she’d read the antidote in. “It’s rare, even for that kingdom, and she wouldn’t have had enough to cover all the arrows.”

“Someone must be bitter,” he commented dryly. “I don’t know why, I’ve been nothing but nice to the old witch.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle in your romancing of the princess,” Wanda reminded him with a knowing smirk.

“Not a good enough reason to try and kill me,” he decided, standing and giving his arms and torso a stretch. The wound still tickled slightly when he shifted, a side effect of the magic used to seal the cut. “Now, do we have any idea why the princess is a homing signal of magical energy?”

Both of their eyes fell on you. Your seidr had spread, making gentle waves of violet light over your skin as you slept. It was almost overwhelming how powerful it felt to the magic users. Stephen felt almost suffocated and he didn’t miss how Wanda skirted the edge of the room, avoiding direct contact with you.

“Loki sent a raven to Asgard,” Wanda supplied. “Hopefully Frigga has a suggestion.”

“It won’t matter if Amora keeps her wards up,” he huffed in frustration. “There’s nothing at Kamar-Taj on the subject that I’ve been able to find. The ancient Asgardians were effective in their campaign.”

“I’ve solidified the wards around the keep as best I could, but this is going to break through and Amora will know,” Wanda warned, chewing her bottom lip anxiously.

Stephen tried reaching for your hand but the seidr snapped back at him like a guard dog ready to fight. He ran a tired hand over his face, shaking his head at the situation. This certainly was not ideal.

(—)

“We maintain our plan of attack,” Peter instructed, pouting around the base of the castle. “We’re going to use the tunnels.”

“The wards are all around the castle,” Loki protested. “There’s no way in.”

“My sister, Gods rest her soul, had snuck past every ward that every Master had put on the castle,” he pulled up the map Sam handed him and drew his finger across the page. “They’re outside the boundary lines and protected by older runes. The wards don’t effect them.”

“The problem is, we can’t bring enough men to thoroughly attack their forces from within,” Sam continued, eyeing Loki. “We have to take down Amora and break down the wards so our men can get through.”

“That’s a suicide mission,” Loki frowned. “She’ll kill anyone on sight.”

“And you trained under your mother as well,” Peter noted. “You know her tricks and capabilities. If anyone is getting close to her, it’s you.”

“Peter, I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’ve tried killing her numerous times in the past,” Loki replied tersely. “We’re evenly matched. If she has any other magic users with her, that’s it.”

“We need something more powerful then,” Thor reasoned pointed, looking to Loki with a knowing stare.

“Short of a miracle, we’re limited in what we have until more Asgardians arrive,” Peter countered. “We need to get inside and take back the castle.”

Loki had fallen silent.

There was a way. A force of magic more powerful than any known user could imagine.

It was risky to say the least, and he knew at least one person would disagree.

(—)

“Absolutely not,” Stephen snapped throwing his hands up. “Have you lost your mind?”

“She’s going to be found regardless,” Loki directed the statement to Tony. “And intrinsically, her seidr will lower Amora’s defense enough for myself or one of us to get a move in edgewise.”

“It isn’t entirely unreasonable,” Wanda voiced, earning a glare from Stephen. “We send in the guard with her to protect her from a physical threat... certainly she would be able to handle any magical ones.”

“She’s untrained,” Stephen stressed again, looking to Tony for support. “What if, Gods help us, the seidr stops doing whatever it’s doing? We don’t know. It’s too unpredictable and unreliable to make a plan centered around it.”

The trio had tasked you with helping some of the wounded men while they debated Loki’s suggestion after he’d returned from the battle front. The general agreement had been that you would have immediately volunteered and that didn’t bode well for some of the logistic issues that needed to be brought up ahead of you charging headfirst into battle.

“It defeats the point of faking her death,” Tony agreed, looking to Loki for a rebuttal.

“It doesn’t,” he insisted. “Amora won’t see it coming. Not until it’s too late.”

“That’s rubbish and you know it,” Stephen snapped back. “She could be across the kingdom and anyone with a speck of magic in their system would sense her coming. She’s a storm of uncontrolled energy.”

“Is she?” Loki asked innocuously, quirking a brow. “I certainly don’t feel anything in here... isn’t she only the next room over?”

Stephen froze.

The Asgardian prince was right.

He couldn’t feel your seidr anywhere in the room, outside of it, or within the castle walls at all.

“What did you do?” he asked, dumbfounded.

Loki held up a small amulet and he heard Tony suck in a breath of surprise.

“Where did you find that?” the king demanded, standing from his chair and reaching for the necklace. Wrapping his fingers around the amulet himself, he ran his fingers around the edges while he listened.

“Your late queen entrusted it to my mother,” Loki explained. “It arrived an hour ago with her written incantations to seal the seidr temporarily. It had to be taken by Lady Sif to the Asgardian border, then transported to Kamar-Taj by Mordo, and delivered to me by Wong. A lot of trouble went into getting it and I would hate to see it go to waste…”

Tony clutched the the chain of the amulet in his fist and held it up for Stephen to better see.

It was definitely old, with weathered metal and jewels embedded in the ridges that had long lost their luster to time.

“If there’s a chance, it would be in this,” he stated firmly in agreement. “Alexandra used it while she was still training her abilities with Frigga. It saved a lot of trouble while she experimented and on her death bed, when her powers were in a frenzy, this protected the kingdom from harm.”

He turned it over and showed the sorcerer the rune on the back. Stephen was, admittedly, unfamiliar with the symbol. It resembled old Asgardian, but the way the letters curved suggested another origin.

“Vanir,” Tony explained when Stephen flickered his gaze up curiously at the king. “She found it in an old temple on the outskirts of Asgard near the old Vanaheim border.”

“The princess keeps it with her, and we slip in undetected,” Loki continued. “We ambush Amora, and Peter’s troops break the siege and the castle is once again under the proper Stark royal.”

“I don’t see why the princess can’t remain here, with the amulet, undetected and safe while we deal with Amora?” Stephen seethed.

“Stephen, it’s as best a plan we have,” Wanda urged, watching him with a steady gaze. “You knew the potential outcomes. It isn’t ideal, but this isn’t unexpected.”

“What?” Tony looked to her, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean? Was there more than you told me?”

“Nothing has changed in your destiny,” she quickly assured him. “But your children... their paths have been sporadic.”

“Explain, now,” Tony shot back. “Are they in danger?”

“Your majesty, it’s best not to dwell on potential futures,” Loki cut in, slipping between the king and the sorceress with an arm. “They’re possibilities, not guarantees. Tampering to avoid certain outcomes is how you end up in a worse scenario than anticipated.”

“I want to know,” Tony snapped, looking to Wanda. “What else did you see?”

She looked up at Stephen uneasily and he finally relented, holding up a hand in her direction and taking over the explanation for her.

“They were cloudy,” he replied. “The princess was in the throne room during the siege. Prince Peter was nearly overwhelmed by a wave of Northern Kree. They were vague and not necessarily connected.”

He left out the part where you were stabbed.

Stabbed through the heart, more specifically, but Brock Rumow’s sword. It’d devastated him for days after Wanda had shown him the visions. He’d worked so hard to keep you out of the castle, to move you t safety, and avoid the very outcome.

But it seemed the fates were not done with your part of the story.

“You told me this ended with me by the throne,” Tony turned on Wanda. “My children out of harms way. Peter’s coronation.”

“Nothing is certain,” Loki caught him by the arm and spun him back toward him and Stephen. Tony from, fixing up the prince who dared touch royalty so directly. “The visions are murky. They’re not clear and if they were to be solidified by the decision we make, we would know.”

Tony looked to Wanda who nodded slowly in agreement. His boyd language softened.

“Is this truly the only chance we have at taking the castle?” he looked between the trio.

Stephen saw something in the king’s eyes that begged for one of them to disagree.

But even Stephen could see the inevitable.

Amora was too powerful and too evenly matched against any or all of them.

Using your seidr was the only way to overwhelm her and kill her.

He hated it. Gods he hated it so much and had prayed, despite not necessarily being a religious type, that someone would have a better plan. Loki and Wanda were among the strongest after himself, after all.

The room remained silent at the kings question.

When no one objected, Tony swallowed hard and nodded to himself.

“Bring her in then,” he murmured. “We must move quickly.”

Stephen offered to retrieve you, quickly filling you in on the idea.

And to no surprise, you readily agreed and volunteered your help in whatever capacity you could manage. Stephen sighed, weaving his fingers through yours while stopping outside the meeting room.

No seidr was fighting back at his touch.

Loki’s amulet was working.

“I’d hoped you would put up more of a fight,” he confessed, lifting your hand and seeing none of the violet glow that once emitted from your body.

“You nearly died,” you reminded him tersely. “I have a bone to pick with Amora. Not to mention, there’s nothing more I loved to see than Brock’s body skewered on the top of one of our men’s swords.”

There was a venom to your tone that seemed almost unnatural considering your usual caring personality. Never had Stephen seen you so determined to cause harm to another human, but perhaps he’d underestimated the fury you felt toward the enemy king.

“Right,” he murmured, giving your hand a squeeze and pulling away. He opened the doors, ushering you inside while the others began detailing the plan.

(—)

Peter was directing his men when a portal opened up and Loki stepped through with Stephen and a cloaked figure.

“We need a distraction away from the base of the castle,” Stephen explained briskly, maneuvering his body so Peter couldn’t get a good look at the third figure.

Assuming it was just Wanda, Peter turned his attention to the battalion nearby.

“I can have them make a move for the western wall, but it’d be pointless if Amora’s sorcerers have up their barriers,” he explained, running an anxious hand through his hair. “They’ve barred us off.”

“We just need attention diverted long enough to slip through the tunnel system,” Stephen supplied, sending a knowing nod in Peters direction.

Three powerful magic users? Going in undetected?

They were going to break down the barrier, Peter realized and immediately started rallying more men.

“Thor! We need a distraction,” he called to the Asgardian prince. Thor reached for the large hammer on the ground next to him and lifted it to the air.

The sky began to crackle above them, and Thor’s expression filled with an excited glee.

“That, my friend, I think we can manage,” he bellowed, grinning between Loki and Peter, turning to wake the Asgardian soldiers who’d been sleeping in the camp nearby.

“I’ll start the first wave, give us thirty minutes to start an approach before trying to breach the tunnels,” he instructed, again trying to catch the eye of the cloaked figure.

He couldn’t be sure, but he almost thought the person’s eyes were glowing violet, not red.

Chalking it up to a lack of sleep, the group started toward the castle in the darkness at the edge of the forest, and Peter focused on readying his men.

What Peter didn’t know was what his father had planned for after the shield fell.

The Wakandans had finally arrived and in greater numbers than King T’Challa had originally promised.

They’d remained discreet and undetected by Rumlow and Obidiah’s forces, and once the shield was down, they were prepared to storm the castle with the entire combined armies of Tony, Thor, T’Challa, Carol, and Peter.

The final key was taking down Amora and her circle of magic users.

Ultimately, once she fell, the others would quickly fall in turn and that was exactly why you were trudging through the forest with Loki and Stephen toward one of your preferred tunnels to the castle. While Peter and his men readied their attacks.

“Natalia and James are still inside posing as servants,” Stephen explained. “They have agreed to lead us to Amora. They sent a message through one of the kitchen maids’ sons.”

“No one recognized them?” you asked in surprise.

“We both know how talented they are at blending in,” he hummed with a sly smirk. “In fact, I seem to recall Natalia being the one to show you the tunnels in the first place. They didn’t garner their reputation for nothing.”

You let out a small breath of relief. Of course he was right. If anyone had a penchant for survival and adaptability it was Nat and James. Still, they were your friends and beloved companions, you were going to be worried about their well-being assassins or not.

At least Peter was still in one piece. And Morgan and Pepper were in good spirits in Asgard, at least according to Loki. Your family was safe, but even so, Stephen had insisted upon accompanying you and Loki into the belly of the castle.

You’d protested significantly. He was healing. He was a target. It was too dangerous with Amora, and he’d countered backwith similar arguments.

In the end, your father made the final call, sending you both and joking the two of you would do well to protect one another.

“Perhaps when this is over, you and your sorcerer can come to Asgard to train,” Loki murmured while Stephen scouted ahead for any stray troops.

“And here I thought the offered had been rescinded after Stephen showed up and started to tutor me?” you teased, recalling the conversation you’d had with the prince at the ball honoring Stephen’s arrival all those years ago.

“It was always there, you know that,” he replied, glancing you over. “You forget I was tasked to look after you. My mother would be pleased to see you both. When Strange studied in Asgard briefly, she had nothing but high praise.”

You could tell the compliment bristled your old friend and you set a hand on his shoulder.

“Everything has changed, hasn’t it?” you asked quietly, watching Stephen’s darkened form maneuver the wilderness ahead.

“The dawn is going to rise on a new kingdom,” he agreed. “My father will be disappointed in your selection of a groom.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the off handed comment, though you didn’t bother to object. Stephen was the one. Your heart couldn’t even consider another. Not now. Not after all you’d been through together and how he so lovingly knew you mind, body, and soul.

“And your mother?” you asked lightly.

“She’ll be thrilled regardless,” he hummed. “You’re the daughter she never had. She adored your mother, you know that, and promised to take care of you. Marriage or not.”

You paused, carefully selecting your next words.

“What about you?”

He stilled. You must have taken him by surprise, or maybe no one had ever asked him directly. Loki looked forward at the tree line ahead, taking a few moments longer than expected to give you an answer.

“I’ll be fine,” he said quietly.

You were about to open your mouth to ask him if he really meant it, when Stephen reappeared in the shrubs in front of you.

“The areas clear and I can hear Peter and Thor have started their attack. We need to move now,” he waved the two of you over and you sent a final glance to Loki who flashed a small, reassuring, smile before following shortly behind.

One step at a time, you reminded yourself, your heart giving a small throb of guilt at his reaction. Marriage, betrothal, none of it mattered until your enemies fell.

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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #8

Adroit (adjective) clever or skillful in using the hands or mind.

The Hunted: Part 2 (cut placed due to length)

Phoebe paced the floor of the Rogue’s Guild nervously. She’d been there all night, lurking in the corner as she waited to see her old mentor, Jacke. She’d need his advice on her current situation if she wanted to find this Hunter before… she shuddered at the thought of what any of it could mean. The man sent after her the last evening was obviously a decoy who was meant to put fear in to her mind. It angered her that it had worked so well. She’d need to get ahead of her enemy if she wanted to protect herself.

Finally, around 5am Jacke came stumbling in, smelling of cheap perfume and plenty of booze. If she didn’t catch him now, she never would. Phoebe stepped into his path, blocking him from his room where he’d sleep the entire day away. He paused for a moment and a confused look crossed his face. Who dared to stand in his way? He stared at her chest for a good solid minute before he spoke up. “Hold on… I know… I know these tits,” Jacke said. He finally glanced up at Phoebe, who was rolling her eyes. “Ah, Phoebe! What brings ye to my side of this here fine city? ‘Ere to pay your respects to yer favorite guild master, eh?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. She shoved his shoulder playfully as she groaned. Under normal circumstances, she’d have made a joke in return, but right now there were more pressing matters. “Jacke, I need your help. I’m in a spot of trouble,” she whispered to him once he’d stopped laughing. He seemed to sober up enough at that, nodding and grabbing her lightly by the arm. He guided her into a side room, as close to an office as the man had. He shut and locked the door behind them, indicating for her to have a seat. “So what’s got you runnin’ back ‘ere to ol’Jacke for help? Ye was always one to ‘elp yerself as I recall. Gave ye that pair o’fine stabbers and off ye went.” Jacke has never quite let go of her leaving the Rogue’s guild to run off to the Far East. He liked the shinobi well enough; even learned a thing or two himself from them. She had been his favorite for quite some time, in a number of ways, and he was sorry to see her leave. “One of my contacts has been missing for days Jacke. They aren’t like that, one of my most dependable in fact. Had some vital information about my next target they’d wanted to tell me in person. Then last night some creep followed me down to the wharf. Had to kill him before I could get anything out of him. The body fell into the water, so it’s either gone out with the tide or the guard found him. The only thing he said was that someone was hunting me. Not sure if I should be terrified or flattered,” she chuckled, trying to cover the worry in her tone. Jacke sat across from her, mulling over the information she’d provided. He leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. Phoebe arched an eyebrow in his direction as time seemed to come to a halt. She cleared her throat, bringing Jacke back to the present. He beamed at her, a sign that nothing good could come from this conversation. “I ever tell ye about my favorite stabbers? Sharp as can be, inlaid with gold and emerald in the hilts. Right beauts they were… til I made a fool of meself an’ lost ‘em in a bet to Captain Rhoswen. She’s been a right witch about it ever since. I dinna think I’d ever hear of ‘em again. Well, one of me boys was beddin’ a Sanguine Siren the other day. Told him where she keeps my lovely stabbers locked in a safe. Now, if someone were to recover those for me, I may be willin’ to owe ‘em a favor of sorts,” he made his terms quite clear to her. Always one to want his back scratched before helping someone else… he never changed. “Fine. Where is this safe then?” she asked, pursing her lips to express her annoyance. “Ahha! You’re the best for the job. Now, the safe is in the cellar of the Missing Member. You’ll need your lockpicking kit I gave ye. Still got it, yeah?” Phoebe nodded her head. It was with her all the time practically. She listened to the rest of the instructions and Jacke started to ramble in his inebriation. She held a hand out to him, letting him

know she had enough to go off of and was ready to set out. “I need to get this over with, if I take too long that only gives this Hunter more time,” she quipped, closing the door behind her. Back on the docks, she pulled her hood into place. She scanned the area for anything suspicious but there was no one to be seen. She'd need to wait until it was dark out if she wanted her best chance at getting in unseen. She’d need to figure out how she could drop two stories below the main floor of the Missing Member without being seen. She’d need to cause a distraction most likely. Then when everyone was busy, she’d have to climb the roof and drop down the back of the building before anyone saw her. It would be tight but if anyone could do it, it would be her. First things first…. She needed to find a rat.

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One angry squeaking box later, Phoebe climbed up the stairs to the Upper Decks and made her way over to the Missing Member eatery. The rat she’d managed to catch would be good and angry by the time she’d release it into the front door of the restaurant. She casually walked across the main courtyard, and over the bridge to the doorway. Luckily there were only a few guests standing outside that were too busy talking to even notice her. She cracked open the door, sliding the box in on its side to allow the creature to escape. She stood off to the side as far as she could and waited.

It didn’t take long until a few screaming guests charge out the door, followed by screams from the inside. The few people who had been waiting decided it would be better to make themselves scarce. It was the perfect time for her to move. Phoebe nimbly climbed up to the rooftop, grasping onto the spire as she secured a rope from her pack around it. Lowering herself over the edge, she repelled her way down the sheer side of the white wall. She chuckled as she neared the window of the kitchen, yelling and cursing could still be heard from within as they chased the rat around. It worked better than she’d hoped.

Down two more stories, she found the small window Jacke had described to her earlier. He’d need to consider himself lucky if Phoebe was able to clear the frame with how small it appeared. Using a small glass-breaking tool, she cleared out one of the panes and flipped the lock. She pushed the frame open and stuck her head inside to make sure no one else was around. It was dark inside, the only light was the small beam of moonlight falling through the window.

Phoebe squeezed through the opening, only slightly panicking as her hips stuck for a mere second. It certainly wasn't a place frequented by people, as she noted the thick coating of dust on most of the items stashed away. Old paintings stacked across one side of the room, several locked trunks, and a large safe took up most of the small space. A ladder on the far side of the room most likely led to a trap door up to the next floor.

The safe would be simple enough for her to open. It had a classic style lock, instead of the fancy combination locks many of the nobles had in the wealthier cities. Phoebe removed her lockpicking tools, rolling the case out on the floor so she could select the right ones. Her hands worked quickly, one long ear pressed closely to the safe to listen carefully to each successful click. She deftly tested each tumbler and slid in the torque pick to prevent them from falling back in place. As she heard the last tumbler fall into place, she pulled the crank handle open on the safe... and an alarm sounded from the chest. How the hells had they rigged that up?

Phoebe rifled through the safe as quickly as she could. There were a number of small treasures in the safe, and Phoebe's fingers itched to pocket more than she needed. There was no time now thanks to the pounding of running feet on the floorboards above. The daggers were in a small box on the bottom shelf, and she shoved the beautiful knives into her pocket inside her coat. She couldn't resist grabbing a lovely ruby hairpin that sat in the very back corner as a reward for herself. The pirates above were now fighting to get the trap door open, as the lock seemed to have rusted shut.

Phoebe shimmied out the window and scaled the wall as fast as she could. As her coattails disappeared over the roof, a very angry Captain Rhoswen was shouting obscenities out the broken window below. By the time the captain had made it to the main floor, Phoebe was long gone.

Phoebe dropped the daggers on the table with a loud clang. Jacke had been asleep, chin on his chest and feet propped on the table. The noise made him jump and he unsheathed his knives as he cursed.

"Settle down, you ol' fool," Phoebe grumbled, "There are your stabbers back. I hope you have some information that was worth my time getting those."

"Aye, that I do. Found out sumthin' while you was out. Your contact is dead, strung up in a tree jus' outside Ul'dah. Might want to make yer way there. Body was taken by the Flames for inspection."

Phoebe sighed, "Thanks Jacke, I better go catch the last airship for the night. And watch out for Rhoswen, she's going to be spittin' fire."

"Thanks lass I... wait what do you mean?! Phoebe wait!" she closed the door behind her with a wicked smile as Jacke called after her. She had an airship to catch and no time to waste.

part 3>

#FFxivWrite2021 #FFxviWrite #prompt 8 #adroit #The hunted part 2 #oc: phoebe venatrix #did my best to write Jacke but I suck at it

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crystalrose555 · 3 years

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Don’t make me slap you! Pt. 2

Reblog if you want more!!

“So, can I eat it?” Beelzebub asked as his stomach growled.

The pudgy creature growled lowly, eyeing Diavolo intensively while he continued to stare back in astonishment. Lucifer blinked for a moment before clearing his throat to get his attention.

“There must be a mistake, Lord Diavolo. This is just a beast from the human realm.”

“A seal, to be precise. What I don’t understand is what went wrong.” Barbatos questioned.

“Well whatever you guys did, you really fucked up!” Mammon laughed.

“Could be worse, Mammon could have summoned one of the witches he owes money to.”

“Shut it, Asmo! You ain’t cute!”

Asmo gasped loudly.

“How dare you, you money-grubbing scum eater!”

Mammon and Asmo proceeded to bicker back and forth as Satan held his head in frustration. Looking in between his fingers, he watched his siblings fight while Levi kept trying to reboot his handheld. With a sigh, he addressed his third oldest brother.

“Levi, it’s a seal, maybe you can do something since you are the most attuned to the sea and its creatures.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a seal, nothing special, just let Beel eat it.”

“Levi, you didn’t even look at it-”

“Listen, I have hundreds of hours of save data that I need to worry about, that is not a priority.”

Despite all the noise of the demons discussing at different levels of intensity, Diavolo continued to stare at the seal who never broke eye contact, never batting an eyelid. He couldn’t help but smile since he was still shocked by his surprised guest. He found the blubbery creature fascinating as he tilted his head slightly in curiosity. The seal, on the other hand, didn’t seem as fond since it continued to give off a low growl. Slowly, the pudgy seal began to bounce from him as quietly as it could, its eyes never leaving his. He just blinked and giggled a little, admiring it as it back away from him. However, to both of their surprise, the seal’s escape was halted by the solid legs of a waiting Beelzebub who was drooling from the corner of his mouth.

“Beelzebub, hold off on eating it for a moment so we can figure this out.” Lucifer claimed nonchalantly.

However, unbeknownst to him, this triggered something in their animalistic guest. With a quick and forceful bounce into Beel’s leg, he tumbled hard onto the ground while the seal slipped past him at an impressive speed. Like an arrow, it shot across the floor and aimed for the open door. Unfortunately, with a flick of Barbatos’ wrist, the door slammed closed and became a barricade which bounced the escapee back towards the center of the room where all of their eyes were upon it. The seal quickly looked around to all the demons staring at it before retracting back into its body and releasing an even lower growl.

“Alright, what are we going to do with this creature?”

“I thought I could eat it.”

“Yeah, I’m not going to watch Beel eat a live seal, I want to keep my appetite for dinner.”

“And he would make a total waste of that fur. I think it would make a beautiful coat.” Asmo gleamed.

“Wait, I heard that seal pelt can fetch a pretty price, especially when it’s clean.” Mammon claimed with a sparkle in his eye.

The seal froze stiff at the comments being made around it. However, that changed when Mammon crouched down to its level with a wicked grin.

“So, huh, who wants to be a fur coat, who wants to make Mammon a pretty grimm~” He taunted.

“Uhh, Mammon, I don’t think you should get that close to it.” Satan warned.

“Oh come on, it’s just a dumb animal, it doesn’t know what we’re talking about. Ain’t that right, dummy?”

Quickly, the fuzzy animal gave Mammon an answer, in the form of a quick warning snap of its surprisingly sharp jaws. The sudden act of violence caused Mammon to lean back to dodge, however, he seemed to be stuck in place for a moment. But this was temporary when the seal delivered a hard headbutt to his nose, knocking him flat on his butt. Asmo and Satan covered their mouths to stifle their laughter while Lucifer sighed and shook his head.

“What a shame, to think that you can be outsmarted by a common beast, Mammon.”

“I wasn’t outsmarted, it just took me by surprise, that’s all!”

“Well, I guess we can’t let Beel eat it since it’s smarter than Mammon, it just seems wrong somehow.” Asmo suggested with a cat-like grin.

“Exactly, we don’t want to be unwelcoming to our new exchange student!”

Everyone looked at Diavolo who crossed his arms with a smile. The shock and confusion continued as Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You can’t be serious, Lord Diavolo. This is just a regular seal.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely serious about this, Lucifer. I think this animal will bring big surprises to Devildom. I mean, how often do our summonings go wrong? I definitely believe this is a sign.”

Lucifer looked at Barbatos for some sign of sanity but only found him pondering the decision of his master.

“Barbatos, what do you think?”

“Well, it did display a pretty decent level of intelligence with its escape attempt, not to mention it’s already looking for another way out while we are talking.”

The powerful trio turned their attention back to the seal who quickly retracted its neck back to its body. Lucifer raised a questionable eyebrow at its sudden behavior shift. He then grasped his face, cursing himself for even considering acknowledging such nonsense. However, his thoughts were ripped from him with the sound of panicked barking. He turned to see Beel lifting the seal with a hungry glare in his eyes as the poor thing thrashed back and forth.

“Beelzebub, put down the seal!”

“But I thought I could eat it...”

Lucifer sighed.

“You heard Lord Diavolo, it’s the new exchange student.”

“Are you kidding, Lucifer!? That thing is a menace!” Mammon cried.

“Like it or not, it proved to be of interest. I was going to make you its caretaker but I think it made its dislike for you clear.”

“Oh, looks like it has good taste after all~”

“Quiet Asmodeus, as of right now, no harm shall come to this creature, is that clear?”

His brothers remained silent as the sound of clicking buttons filled the air.

“Now as for its primary caretaker, Leviathan shall be the demon for the job.”

The sudden shock caused Levi to fumble his game system. He turned with a panicked look on his face.

“Waaaah, why me?”

“Don’t be dramatic, you are the clear choice to take care of it. You are the most attuned to the oceans and its creatures. If you can tame Lotan, then you can handle this seal. So name it quickly.”

“This is unfair...” Levi grumbled.

He hated the fact that he was bullied into taking care of an animal he could care less for. He turned his hateful gaze to the seal only for it to give back an even more hateful glare back. Surprised, Levi’s anger and annoyance turned quickly into embarrassment with a flustered blush on his face. Quickly he looked away which caused his elder brother to question him.

“What’s wrong, Levi?”

“N-Nothing, her name is Mochi, alright?” He quickly blurted out as he turned back to his game.

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definegodliness · 4 years

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within

ashes float and linger stick to trachea and uvula their chaos is unremitting no spark, no cinder solely the memory of flame callously accumulating in grey; in comparison, paled while you wait for me to cough up blood and fake debris of bridges burnt and witches incinerated at the stakes beneath my sternum; you're learning a darker shade of magic, darling but come on in, it's warm inside maybe you'd like to be hog-tied by the kid who lost my matches try and master an ancient language while you wait for me to cough up blood and fake debris of bridges burnt and witches, freed from never ignited pyres the sinners, the pious, the liars they'll have to wait their turn to burn their way out into oblivion’s cum now the sky wastes away, castrated so if you wanna live here, you better immaculately conceive me another Venus; be her, or leave the wicks extinguished, here, within the depths of Tartaros

--- 10-9-2020, M.A. Tempels ©

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ssaalexblake · 2 years

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I know i say this periodically every few months but. Yaz and 13 are literally the Howl and Sophie from the book of Howl's moving castle.

Flux even gave the tardis cobwebs.

I am thankful they neglected to add spiders, though.

#dw shit #not the movie. i like the movie but it's not thasmin if it's not the book.#... actually u know what? the movie is S11 thasmin #where everything is cute and sweet and we have yet to learn how much of a bastard everybody is #the tardis is calcifer #... idk which of sophie's sisters is sonya #the master ofc is the wicked witch of the waste #me: i've connected the dots!!!#somebody: you've not connected shit

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doctorslippery · 3 years

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1d50 Fantasy Rumors

In a bathhouse to the far south, there is a well that grants wishes to those who please the guardian Naiad.

The Lord of a nearby country has set an enormous bounty on the head of a wicked bandit chief. However the old folk whisper the bandit is actually the true King, having been spirited away in the night when he was but a small boy.

The dwarves of the Jarring Peaks only surface mine and refuse to go underground. Something terrible drove them from the deeper mines generations ago, and still rests there today.

A foreign dignitary repeatedly insulted the Governor, however this is because by custom speaking praise of someone invites upon them ill luck. An international incident is looming.

In the Hinterlands, defeating someone in a fair duel entitles you to their lands or their lives. The duels, however, have incredibly complex rules that are nearly impenetrable to outsiders.

In the eastern seaport, the bay is supposedly teaming with mermaids. Dangling your toes off the docks is a sure way to get their attention, for better or worse.

There exists a flower that blooms once a century in the depths of the Sparkleberry Swamp that can cure any illness, no matter how dreadful. A tribe of lizard folk have been protecting the site for countless generations.

The mausoleum in the center of the city’s graveyard refuses to remain sealed, the bricks always burst outward in the night. Nothing, however, has been seen going in or out of it.

The old hag who sells flowers in the market place is in fact a powerful witch, waiting for a prophecy to fulfill itself.

The old orphanage at the edge of town doesn’t house real children, but changelings who were discovered in the crib.

Gert the Butcher once got into regular rows with his brother Bert. Bert vanished a few weeks ago and Gert had a sale on delicious sausages.

During a New Moon, the tides dip low revealing an isthmus connecting to Finnegan’s Atoll. The very best pearls can be found in reefs, it is a race to find them first.

Hjalmar Bjornson defeated the evil conjuror Illhugi and took residence in his tower. Recently, however, dark things have been coming from the tower again.

Cattle has been disappearing recently from local fields, a crime that the thieves’ guild refuses to claim. The town fool claims they are being abducted by invisible creatures for their heinous rituals.

The baron’s daughter is set to marry the heir of a neighboring fiefdom. Her maidservant, however, claims she plans to elope with the captain of the Guard, Providence Blanchard.

The Gleaming Desert gets so hot during the summer months that whole areas melt into glass. A local alchemist thinks if conditions are right a huge and perfect lens could be created.

The White Forest is so called for the strange, color draining sickness that affects the animals within. Farmer Gregor claims, however, to have seen a giant black stag with glowing rainbow antlers.

A pair of river traders have brought a new, powerful and addictive medicine which they initially gave away for free. However prices have risen and addicts have taken to increasingly aggressive acts of robbery to fuel their addictions.

Gloria Haversham is a tinker who travels the countryside in her one donkey cart. People say she can fix absolutely anything, but her prices are never in mere coins.

Word on the street is that the fireworks prepared for the New Years celebration have been tampered with and their glowing bursts will in fact place a hex on the city.

A new tattoo artist from the far west has set up shop, creating beautiful works of art on their patron’s skin. They’re almost too lifelike.

Parents always told their children that the Weeping Man would take away naughty children on full moons, but recently children have actually started going missing and the bogeyman has turned into hysteria.

The Wizard-Archeologist Philipa Saint-John claims there is a lost ziggurat buried in the permafrost of the Karngorm Tundra, she just needs the funding and manpower to uncover it.

Jenny Greenteeth has haunted the swamp since time out of mind and the locals now live in a tenuous peace with her. However a rich merchant has brought in foreign workers to fill the swamp and build a road.

The Count’s fortune was read in tea leaves last month. He was so horrified by the prophecy that he banned all fortune tellers and all tea from the county.

A giant hand made of an unknown metal was uncovered by flash floods in the hills.

Migratory patterns have shifted, taking game away from the barony. Something is happening up north that is scaring all the animals away.

The cats hold a monthly sabbath where they make reports to their true master.

The border marauders have been getting more bold after their leader uncovered a trove of strange weapons that fire burning light.

Stay away from the harbor on misty nights, that’s when the ghost ship and her dread captain looks for new crew to take aboard.

13 O’Clock, the Witching Hour, only strikes for those who know to listen for it.

The King in Chains, an especially rowdy tavern, has a terrible rat problem, but for some reason the landlord refuses to do anything about it. He also despises cats.

The Patron Saint of Thieves famously stole themselves right out of the hangman’s noose as they dropped. It is said the holder of that noose cannot be barred by any locked door.

A truly massive thunderhead has been passing back and forth across the plains for weeks without a drop of rain. The locals have taken to calling it the Thunder Anvil.

The city on the other side of the mountain throws a truly spectacular street celebration each year. Its participants, despite the fireworks, feasts, and music are all masked and silent.

A powerful noble was cursed in her youth to never be able to eat the same meal twice. She is elderly now and is desperate for truly exotic ingredients for her increasingly bizarre diet.

The old barrows have always been a haunt of fairies and their mischief was mostly benign. A necromancer recently desecrated those ancient tombs and the fairies have gone berserk.

A travelling circus filled with exotic animals of all kinda passed through last year, however a fire at the big top consumed it. Strange trumpeting and growling are still heard from the village green.

Theodore Goldfinch, the secretary of the magistrate, ran screaming out of the courthouse last week claiming he uncovered a snakeman conspiracy.

“The Slithery-Dee came out the sea, he ate all the others but he didn’t eat me,” claimed the only survivor of a fishing village, found covered in blood and holding a notched whaling hook.

There is a deaf musician who wanders the south who knows a tune terribly sad that those that hear it die of a broken heart. They say the musician is in fact a master assassin.

Giant petroglyphs cut across the shrublands where the sheep graze. The wizards claim that the petroglyphs have actually been walking across the land at geologic speed.

Everyone ties a ribbon with wishes on it to the Angel Oak, hoping they’d come true. Sometimes, they actually do!

Keep a ring of iron in your left pocket when you travel the road at night, otherwise the Wyld Hunt will turn you to a beast and hunt you till morning.

Anyone who dies without fulfilling a contract is damned to rise against to complete it. It is important to burn or transfer contracts to avoid terrible revenants.

After a long bender that the PC barely remembers, their wanted poster has been pasted across the land for the kidnapping of a rich silk merchant’s son.

A bat covered in gold dust was found in the church’s belfry, setting off a rush searching all the local caves for a rich vein.

A strange light was seen pouring out of the canyon in the night and no one who has gone to investigate has returned.

Sir Zoray and his band of knights were tasked by the High Priestess to seek a holy artifact to cure a terrible wasting illness. They were last spotted spending their gold the the most expensive brothel in an eastern city.

A wingless wyrm was spotted swimming through the Frothy Run River and coins of foreign make were later found on the pebbly shore.

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xteslaangel · 3 years

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Shadow of the Day | Elijah Mikaelson

Notes: Still not familiar with the whole tumblr writing, but I’m going to post some things I’ve written in the past. I’m also hoping to produce more recent work, but this writing piece is something that I’m very proud of.

This is my take on Elijah’s life as a human. It’s in his point of view

What did it mean to be a Mikaelson? His father was a notorious Viking warrior with a fierce temper while his mother was a powerful witch with a strong soul that would do anything in order to protect her family. Elijah wasn’t just the son of Mikael. No, he was much more than that. He had untapped power flowing through his veins and he wanted to unlock that power. Henrik gravitated towards magic and so did Kol, but Elijah actually never used his powers. Not yet anyway. Magic was something that he was always curious about, but his father wanted him on a different path. The path of a Viking warrior. And according to him, warriors had no time to dabble in magic. So, the second eldest son of Mikael shifted to a different path and attempted to become the man that his father wanted him to be. A son that his mother would be proud of. Elijah Mikaelson would become the warrior of the family.

The sun peaked over the mountains as slowly ascended towards the center of the sky. Elijah’s eyes slowly opened when he felt someone shake his body. “Elijah. Elijah get up.” He could hear his younger brother’s voice and the older Mikaelson groaned slightly. “Niklaus.. I’m trying to sleep.” Because he knew that today would be another long day of tedious training with father. “Father isn’t awake yet. And I grabbed two swords for us.” He said and the older Mikaelson sighed before opening his eyes. His gaze fell upon the swords that his younger brother had grabbed and then his gaze shifted back to his brother. “Father will have our heads if he sees us sparring.” In Mikael’s eyes, you shouldn’t wield a sword unless you were prepared to kill. So every other time that they sparred with each other, their father lectured them. Mikael mainly scolded Elijah and then physically hurt Niklaus, but there was still so much life in his brother despite the consistent abuse that he was forced to endure.

As the older brother trying to look out for his younger brother, he always wanted to step in and stop their father. But he knew that Mikael would just turn the rage that he had on him if he ever tried to interfere. Niklaus also wouldn’t want Elijah to take the fall for him, but he was the one that was older. He was the one that was supposed to be responsible. But it seemed that Niklaus wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “He always tries to ruin our fun. Will you stop being so serious for one minute? Come on.” The older Mikaelson rolled his eyes before getting up from his makeshift bed. “Niklaus.. slow down.” He groaned as his brother handed him one of the swords. “Father will be awake soon. That gives us just enough time to practice.” He said with a wicked grin. A smirk of his own formed on his lips as he followed his younger brother out of their home. One sparring match couldn’t hurt, right?

A small crowd began to form as Elijah and Niklaus faced each other in the heart of the village. His mother was awake along with their siblings and they decided to watch the little match while they were taking care of their own work. With a sword in hand, he lunged at his brother, but Niklaus was successfully dodging his attempts. Then Elijah noticed a familiar face in the crowd. Tatia. The woman that he and his brother both fancied. “Don’t look now, brother. We have an admirer.” He said with a grin, but Klaus decided to look anyway. And when his guard was lowered, he proceeded to knock his brother down and pinned him to the ground, the sword resting on his throat. “Distractions, Niklaus, might cost you your life.” He said with a smirk, attempting to sound like their father, but with a mocking tone. Of course he didn’t mean anything by it and he was joking, but just as he held out his hand for his brother to take it so that he could help him to his feet, Mikael stormed through the village until his gaze rested upon Elijah and Niklaus. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked and Elijah was about to speak when Mikael raised his hand. “I wasn’t asking you.” He said, turning his gaze to Niklaus. “I tell you that these swords aren’t for games and yet, you continue to defy me.” He said and Elijah stepped in. “It was my idea, father. I apologize.” He said and Mikael turned and slapped Elijah across the face. “You speak when you are spoken to.”

It wasn’t uncommon for his own father to hit him whenever he tried to defend Niklaus. And yet, he would never stop standing up for his brother. He didn’t deserve the abuse that he received, but Mikael believed that he was weak and that he needed to be taught a lesson. There was nothing that Elijah could do to make their father see differently, so he was forced to watch Mikael discipline his younger brother once again. He grabbed the sword from Elijah and began to swing it at Niklaus. He was forced to watch in horror as his brother fell to the ground and their father placed the tip of his sword against Niklaus’ throat. But instead of backing off like Elijah did earlier, he pressed it hard enough against his throat to draw blood.

“Father.” Elijah said as Mikael removed the sword. “Consider that a lesson, boy. You should not wield a sword if you are not prepared to kill.” He turned away from Niklaus, not bothering to help him up and he began to walk away. “Elijah. Come with me. Now.” He said, but he didn’t turn to face his son while he spoke. Elijah turned to Niklaus and held out his hand. The look in his eyes was apologetic. Elijah hated that there was nothing that he could do to stop this abuse. Klaus took his hand and stood up, wiping off the blood with his other hand that had formed on his neck. “ELIJAH!” He heard his father yell out. “You should go.” Niklaus said. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a pained smile. Elijah nodded. “We will talk later.” He said and Klaus nodded and handed Elijah the other sword that he had before his older brother went off to follow their father.

While in the forest, Elijah gripped the sword that was in his hands. He thrusted towards his father, who expertly evaded his attempts to strike him. “Good. You have excellent form, Elijah.” He said. “It’s such a shame that you waste your talents playing childish games with your brother.” He said and Elijah changed his position to get better access to his father. “They are not games, father. Sparring helps me train.” He said and, in an instant, Mikael quickly moved towards Elijah, disarming him and holding the sword to his throat. “If you are not prepared to kill me, you will never become a master at wielding a sword.” He said as he glared at his second oldest son.

“I would not dare to strike my own father.” He said through clenched teeth and Mikael proceeded to hit him. “Good sons know not to talk back to their fathers.” He responded and Elijah could taste the metallic liquid that formed in his mouth after getting hit. He spit it out before turning back to his father. “Just because I said that I would not strike you?” He asked. He didn’t want to hurt his father and yet, whatever Elijah did was not good enough. “Feelings make you weak. Caring makes you weak. On the battlefield, there is no room for such useless emotions.” Elijah slowly shook his head. “I do not want to believe that, father. Because those are the feelings that make us strong. To be a Mikaelson does not just mean to be a warrior. It means so much more than that.” And Mikael was about to strike his second oldest son again for such defiance, but Elijah’s sword dropped to the ground as he held his hands up to shield him. And then something unexpected occurred.

The wind whipped around Elijah and his father and a blast of powerful energy left his hands and struck Mikael before he had a chance to hit him. Mikael was shocked and his eyes were wide as he flew through the air, the wind getting knocked out of him when he landed on the ground. Elijah’s own hands started to shake as he realized what he had just done. His eyes were wide as his gaze went down to his hands. “Father..” He quickly went to Mikael’s side, but he was already fuming with rage. “No.. this cannot be happening.” Mikael said with a growl. “Who has been teaching you magic? Has it been Esther?” He asked as he stood up. “No.. Mother hasn’t been teaching me. She knows that you don’t want me practicing magic.” But Elijah had not been practicing. He was curious about the untapped power that he had, but he knew that father would never approve. And yet, when he needed power the most, his abilities came to light.

As Mikael stood up, he shoved Elijah out of the way. “We will discuss this later.” He said and his father stormed out of the woods to go back to the village. A sigh escaped Elijah’s lips as he slowly shook his head. He needed to speak to his mother and figure out what was going on. He made his way back to the village and back to his home. He expected to see Mikael there, telling at Esther. But he only found his mother starting to prepare the meal that they would have that evening. Before the full moon. “Mother.” He said and Esther turned to look at him with a smile. “Elijah. You arrived just in time. Can you help me?” She asked and he nodded. He began to place vegetables in the cauldron that she had in order to prepare a soup after Esther had prepared the broth. “I need to speak to you before father gets here.” He said and his mother turned to look at him with a worried expression. “What is it, my son?” She asked.

Elijah had never felt so vulnerable in his life. And yet in this moment, that was exactly how he felt. With a shaky breath, he continued to speak. “I struck father.. but not with a sword. He was about to hit me because he was furious with me. And when I held up my hands to protect myself from the blow, a surge of energy struck him instead. I know that I have never tapped into my powers before.. But I do not know what to do.” He said and Esther’s eyes were wide after he had mentioned that he had used magic against Mikael. “Come here..” She said and held out her arms. Elijah immediately wrapped his own arms around her and gave her a firm hug. “It’ll be okay. I can teach you.” She said and Elijah shook his head. “Father will be even more furious. You know as well as I do that he never wanted me to have these powers. Because he wanted me to follow in his footsteps.” And Elijah would have followed proudly.

Esther knew where he was coming from, so she nodded her head slowly. “Then.. we can drop the subject. Never speak of it again.” She would have done anything to please their father. Sometimes it sickened Elijah that she would stand aside and not do anything to protect her own children from him. But in a way, he understood. Because he would turn on her like he turned on his own children if they protected Niklaus. “That might be the best idea.” He responded. But Elijah wasn’t going to seek guidance from his mother regarding his powers. No, he was going to speak to his two youngest brothers. Kol and Henrik.

After dinner was done, Mikael barely looked at Elijah. But he didn’t bring up what happened in the forest. When he was asked how training went, Mikael said it was fine and Elijah agreed. Then they continued to eat their meal in silence until it concluded. It was still fairly early in the day when Elijah approached his younger brothers, Kol and Henrik. “Elijah. I would have thought that you would be spending your time with Rebekah and Nik.” He said with a slight scoff, but the older Mikaelson rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I wanted to speak with you and Henrik. About magic.” He said and Kol raised an eyebrow. Henrik was the innocent one out of the whole Mikaelson clan. But Kol decided to speak up again. “And why would our father’s most prized son want to know about our gifts?” He asked with a laugh.

“Because I struck father with a magic blast. If my powers have awoken, I want to learn how to control them. I cannot have mother teach me. So I figured that you two would be the next best thing.” He wanted to learn how to control these powers so he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And instead of ignoring him like father wanted him to do, Elijah wanted to embrace him. “We’d love to teach you.” Henrik said before nudging Kol. Of course Kol wanted to object, but he decided to go along with Henrik. “Fine. What do you want to know?” There was so much to learn when it came to magic. And he knew nothing. “The basics?” He asked and Kol rolled his eyes. “Amateur.” He muttered under his breath.

About an hour had gone by and the sun was slowly beginning to set. “Elijah, you’re not doing it right.” Kol said impatiently. Without even blinking, Kol formed a ball of fire in his hand and then he extinguished it with his powers. “You have to harness the energy. Feel the earth around you. Draw from that.” He said as Henrik watched the two of them. At this point, Elijah was frustrated. But he finally did what Kol told him to do. He closed his eyes and felt the earth around him. He used that to draw from and when his eyes opened, he saw a ball of fire in his hand. He smiled wide and his brothers clapped. “Good job, Lijah!” Henrik said with a grin. But then Kol turned to see the villagers starting to gather so that they could all go underground before the people in the neighboring village turned into beasts during the full moon. “We should get going.” Kol said and Elijah nodded, extinguishing the flame the same way that Kol did. “I will catch up with you two.” He said, wanting to find Tatia first.

It didn’t take him long to find Tatia, the most beautiful woman in the entire village. She was preparing to go to the catacombs with everyone else, but Elijah approached her. “Elijah.” She greeted him with a smile when she noticed him advancing towards her. “I know my way to the catacombs. You don’t need to escort me.” She said with a laugh, but Elijah laughed slightly before shaking his head. “I am aware of that. I just wanted to show you something before we go.” He said and she raised an eyebrow. “Elijah Mikaelson keeping secrets? Now that’s not very noble of you.” She said and he grinned before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss against her lips. “Come with me.” He said and her smile widened as she followed him. “Where are we going?” She asked as she followed him outside of the village. They weren’t too far from the catacombs, but no one else would see them.

“Right here is a good spot.” He said. “You know of witch heritage. How my mother knows magic and Kol and Henrik also practice it.” He said and Tatia slowly nodded. “Of course. Why?” She asked curiously. “Watch.” He said and he closed his eyes. He gathered up the energy from the land around him and the wind picked up slightly. Tatia’s eyes widened as she looked around and then she saw a ball of fire form in his hand. “Elijah..” She gasped. “You can practice magic too?” She asked and he nodded. “Apparently, I can. I just learned that today.” He said. “And I wanted to share it with you.” He stated and Tatia wrapped her arms around him after he extinguished the flame. “That is a remarkable gift. I am highly impressed.” She said with a grin before placing a soft kiss against his cheek. “I would love to see what else you can do.. but we should get going. The full moon is almost at its peak.” She said and Elijah nodded before taking her hand and leading her towards the catacombs.

When he arrived, he noticed that Niklaus and Henrik were not there. Esther’s gaze turned to look at Tatia and Elijah and she had a worried expression. “Where are Niklaus and Henrik?” He asked curiously. “We thought that they were with you.” She said and he slowly shook his head. “No.. But I am sure that they will be fine. They know where to take shelter if they cannot get here in time.” He said and Elijah huddled closer to his family when he heard the sound of a wolf’s howl. The wolves were out and no one would be safe if they left the catacombs.

The morning slowly came and everything was back to normal in the village. Except they heard Niklaus’ cries of horror as he came back into the village, carrying Henrik’s torn body. Elijah’s eyes widened as he looked at the scene. “No..” He didn’t know what to do. Mikael and Esther rushed over to Niklaus as his younger brother placed Henrik’s body on the ground. He could hear Esther’s screams and Mikael pushed Niklaus out of the way. Elijah rushed to his mother’s side and wrapped his arms around her as she wept in horror. He was still trying to process all of this. Less than a day earlier, he had been with Henrik and Kol, laughing and spending time with each other. And now his youngest brother was gone. Killed by the wolves. This felt like an act of war.

But Esther was determined. That same night, she created a spell that would protect her children so that she would not lose anymore of them to the wolves. Except she had no idea of the dire consequences that would follow. She used Tatia’s blood to help with the spell and unknown to the Mikaelson siblings, they drank Tatia’s blood which was mixed with their wine while they sat down for their evening meal. And later that night when Elijah was able to retire to his room so that he could fall asleep and forget about the whole day, Mikael entered unannounced.

“Father? What is it?” He asked curiously. He had his sword in his hand. “You will see soon enough.” He said and his father began to advance towards him. Elijah’s eyes widened. “No.. No please.” He tried to plead with his father, but it was no use. Mikael thrust his sword into Elijah’s beating heart and his eyes widened before his life was taken from him. His eyes closed and his lifeless body fell to the ground.

Elijah Mikaelson was no more.

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 4 years

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If only I knew what my heart was telling me

Summary: Living in Arcadia I never thought that living below the city was a city of trolls. Now it seems that everyone or everything trying to end to the world in Arcadia. But despite all of that i knew that I could always count on the friends in my life to help me. But now the world is coming to an end again but this time it just might actually happen.

I was walking home with Toby, Steve and aaarrrgghh. We just saw Aja and Varvatos leaving to go back to Akiridion 5. Eli had decided to go with. Eariler in the day we got to see Toby’s movie. It wasn’t until after the whole Morando situation that Toby added to his movie where Krel had somewhat of a love interest. Which was me. Mary did try to fight Toby for her to get the part but Krel wanted it to be since I unlike Mary would actually would get his name right. Mary just wanted the part to up her popularity. Surprisingly it was a quite night in Arcadia. No trolls trying to take over the world of aliens doing the same thing. “Man the rest of this summer is going to eat farts.” Steve said as we started to pass some road work. “Yeah it is kinda hard to top destroying an alien god.” Toby said as he sent someone a text probably Jim or Claire. “Wingman did good. Proud.” Aaarrrgghh said as he patted toby on the back. “But I lost my butt stomping ninja space angel girlfriend and my creepslaying partner in the same afternoon.” Steve said. “Don’t worry Steve I’m sure that you will live.” I said. “Yeah I felt like that after Jim and Claire and everybody left on their quest.” Toby said before Steve interrupted him. “Whoa whoa whoa we’re talking about my problems here buttsnack.” Steve said. Then out of nowhere a cat jumped down in front of us scaring Toby and Steve. ”Cat! yum.” Aaarrrgghh said. “Oh hey little guy! You lost?” Toby said hoping to get the cats attention away from licking itself. When it finally stopped and looked at us we saw that the cat had glasses on. “Beware. You, you, you are in grave danger.” The cat said as he pointed to Steve, Toby, and I. “Whoa! A cat with glasses!” Steve said freaking out. “The cat just talked and you’re focused on its eyewear?” Toby asked. “I’ve seen aliens, creeps, and troll domzalski. So yeah I’d like to know why the talking cat’s wearing glasses.” Steve said as he pointed to his eyes. “Bad eyesight.” The cat said. “Well I think he is the cutest thing.” I said. “Not cat. Familiar.” Aaarrrgghh said. “Familiar? No way. I’d remember if I met a cat with glasses.” Steve said. “No you idiot. Witches or wizards uses them as guides in their practice of magic.” I said. “She’s right. Wizard assistant.” Aaarrrgghh said. “Assistant? That’s very offensive the girl worded it better. I am a wizard associate thank you very much. Now come with me or the worst will come to pass.” The cat said as he jumped down from where he was and started to walk on two legs. “Hey! Are you threating me pussy cat?” Steve asked putting his fist up. “No I’m warning you. Put simply the world you know it is about to end. Meow.” The cat said. I started to follow him and that is when he jumped onto my shoulder. Toby and Steve did not take the news to the world again too well where I was just used to it by now.

Steve and Toby got over their shock and started to follow me and the cat. As we got closer to GDT arcane books I could see someone near the door but I had a hard time making it out who it was. Then I realized that it was Douxie. “Sorry this is a lot to process! Pets can talk? The world is ending? Again?” Toby said. “Not the best timing I know but we need your help all the same.” Douxie said. That was when the cat jumped down from my shoulder and went over to Douxie. “Douxie?” Toby asked. “Wai-Hold up! I thought you worked at the café of were like a model or something.” Steve said. Douxie laughed and toughed something on the cuff on his wrist. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.’ Douxie said as a ball of blue energy appeared in his hand. ”Whoa! What?” Toby and Steve said. Then Douxie put the ball of energy against the lock of the door. “Come on then. The answers to all your questions are within.” Douxie said as he opened the door up. Steve, Toby and Aaarrrgghh walked in together.

“After you.” Douxie said as he motioned for me to walk in. “Thanks Douxie.” I said smiling as I made my way in. But as I did his cat jumped on to my shoulder again. “Archie get down y/n doesn’t want to keep riding on her shoulder.” Douxie said. Archie rolled his eyes and jump from my shoulder on to a book shelf. “I really don’t mind.” I said. “Don’t let him know that.” Douxie said making me laugh. Then that is when I noticed books and other things floating around the book store. Toby was repeating oh my gosh and so cool. Steve was got hit by a passing small chest. Aaarrrgghh was trying to eat books which I managed to get out of his mouth. A snowglobe passed Toby but he grabbed it. “Oh what’s that?” Toby asked. “Put that down!” a voiced yelled We all looked up to see Merlin. “Thank the ether you’re here. We haven’t a moment to waste.” Merlin said. “Woah! Crusty creepy dude!” Steve said. “Though I had hoped for more Hisirdoux.” Merlin said. “I tried. I couldn’t find the changeling or the aliens. I’m pretty sure most left the planet.” Douxie said. “Merlin it’s me Toby Domzalski! You know War Hammer guardian of Arcadia Geology club president.” Toby said. “No one could forget you chatty.” Merlin said as he started walking down the stairs. “And Steve Palchuck creepslayer!” Steve said. “I have no idea who you are.” Merlin said as he walked past us and the small trunk hit Steve in the head again. I let out a small chuckle. “But we’re desperate. Thankfully we have the brute.” Merlin said. I looked over at Aaarrrgghh and he was smelling Archie. “Yum.” Aaarrrgghh said. That when Archie smacked him in the nose. “I’m not anybody’s lunch. Got it?” Archie said as he got on to his two back legs. “Wait where’s Jimbo and Claire? I thought they were with you.” Toby asked. “Answers forthcoming. Make preparations. We’ve a journey ahead. And.” Merlin said. as he made his way back to the stairs with the small trunk following behind him. This time Steve was smart and duck instead of getting hit a third time. “But master.” Douxie said. “But master me.” Merlin said. “But are you sure you want to count on these children? They’re clearly not ready for this.” Douxie said. “Hurtful Douxie.” I said playfully. “Excuse me college dude these children fought off a 50 foot extraterrestrial!” Steve said as he hit the head off a suit of armor behind him then the suit of armor tried to get its head back from Steve. Toby tried to get the head from Steve but Steve had a death grip on it. “Yeah you totally can handle this Steve.” I said as I rolled my eyes. I walked away from Toby and Steve making my way over to Douxie and Merlin. “Master I’m ready for this.” Douxie said. “Doubtful.” Merlin said. “I’ve spent years preparing centuries.” Douixe said. “Silence!” Merlin yelled. Which made Douxie let out a sigh. “I mean silence all of you. Can you not hear that?” Merlin asked. All of us shook our head hearing nothing. But then I started to hear rumbling.

Toby brought out his hammer. Then I heard creaking and the lights went out. A cuckoo clock started to go off. “Something wicked this way comes.” Merlin said as he made his way to the front of the store. I looked out the front window and saw nothing. But the all of a sudden this lizard looking creature slammed against the window and more appeared. “Shadow mephitis? Hisirdoux did you lead them here?” Merlin asked as he turned to look at Douxie. “No No! I mean I don’t think so?” Douxie said. “Yes we did.” Archie said. The way Archie said it almost made me laugh. The creatures kept trying to get through but weren’t having any luck yet. “He found us. The barrier won’t hold for long. We must make egress! Tobias take my things!” Merlin said as merlin shot the trunk forward and it took Toby with it. One of the creatures got it head through near Archie and I. I quickly grabbed Archie and held him close to me. “All of you to the roof!” Merlin yelled as he shoot at the creatures that were getting in. Aaarrgghh grabbed Steve and made his way up to the roof. Douxie and Merlin were fighting the creature as they went up the stairs trying to make a path so I could get up but it wasn’t working so well. Six of the creatures backed Archie and I up to the fireplace. “Douxie!” Archie yelled. “Y/n! Arch!” Douxie yelled as I rope like thing came out wrapping itself around my waist pulling me and Archie over to where Douxie was on the stairs. Douxie push me up the stairs. “We’re fine no need to worry.” Archie said as he jumped from my arms as we reached to top of the stairs. I followed Archie to the roof top where there were more of the creatures as Toby and Aaarrrggh were doing all of the work trying to get rid of them.

Merlin and Douxie came out right behind me. “Stand back.” Merlin said as he threw something on the ground and green smoke came from it. Out of the green smoke a ship appeared. “Whoa! Ship just got real!” Steve said. “Everyone on!” Aaarrrggh said as he grabbed Steve, Toby, Douxie and I throwing us up on the ship. I felt Douxie grabbed me by the waist as we were thrown on the ship by Aaarrrggh. Douxie and i were the only ones that landed on our feet. The ship started to move making Steve scream while falling back hitting Merlin. I went over to help pulled Aaarrrgghh onto the ship. Once Aaarrrgghh was on both Douxie and I noticed man in armor outside of the bookstore. There was a yellow light coming from him as the creatures went back into him. “Boy. Girl.” The man said. The man pointed his sword at us and shards flew towards us. “Look out!” Merlin yelled as he knocked Douxie and I to the ground making the ship fly forward in the process.

“You alright love?” Douxie asked as he helped me up from the ground. “I’m alright and you?” I said. “I’ve dealt with worse love. Thank you for saving Archie.” Douxie said. “Don’t mention it besides he’s too cute to get ate.” I said. I looked over to see that Archie was with Steve, Toby and Aaarrrgghh. I smiled as I leaned against the railing as we flew through the night sky a floating city came into view as we few towards it. “What the heck is that?” Steve pointed at the flying city. “Welcome young squires to Camelot.” Merlin said as he made his way over to the others. “Camelot? As in ancient old times Camelot?” Toby asked. I just couldn’t help but look in amazement at Camelot. “Excuse me I have a question. How is this castle flying right now?” Steve asked completely freaking out. “The heart of Avalon. Its magic keeps Camelot aloft powered by time itself.” Merlin said as we flew pass a huge green gem with rings around it. We flew up passing a man on top of column. “Sir Galahad how look the skies?” Merlin asked. “All quiet my old friend!” The man yelled back. “Keep your eyes on the horizon.” Merlin said as the ship sharply drove down as started to speed up making grab ahold of the railing. “I say coming in a little bit hot don’t you think?” Archie asked. “Rubbish!” Merlin yelled as we flew straight through a green rift as we entered the castle.

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doctolka · 3 years

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The War of the Shadows

This is a piece that I wrote for my WIP, where a character needs to tell a story. This is the rough version (it covers basically the plot of another WIP that I've just started writing) that will be greatly (greatly) consolidated before adding it... but I'm pretty proud of it, and it seems to have worked better than outlining for me (and it'll put me over 90K words, so I feel like I should post it as a milestone)

Anyway, tell me what you think of it! I'm always open to feedback about style and diction and such.

Here's a link to my Guide on my world, Adoana, if folks are interested. Thanks a ton!

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“It was the year 877 C.M. and the Shadow was the strongest it had ever been. All around Adoana, Cultists of the Shadow held high offices, and covens and gatherings in the wilderness were sacrificing the innocent, wary and unwary alike, to their dark god.

“There were few that fought against this Shadow, a flickering, guttering candle against the darkness of the night. They rescued some through skill, and some through luck, but most died, their souls consumed by the Shadow, whose hunger is never sated.

“It was with one of these that the War of the Shadows started in earnest, though it had been going on for centuries beforehand. And it was in this very kingdom that this band began their prosecution of the vile cultists. For years they fought, and they rescued no small few in their crusade, including the one now know as Finobrai, which is Evil’s Bane,99 before their swift destruction at the hands of their own prey.

“They were scattered to the winds then, each fleeing from their doom. Many did not make it, and their souls were sold for pittance to the dark lord of the Shadow. But this was not the end of the hunters. No. If anything, it only reinforced their will.

“It was the dead of the night, some years later, and the survivors from that night of destruction were gathered, and they had been quite successful as of late, bringing in bounty on many a witch. This night, they were charged by the king of Marasol to put an end to a coven that had holed up in a fort, abandoned for long years following the wars of the Firstborn.

“They gathered there most stealthily, all their information gathered, an ambush well set. But the cultists heard of their coming through lies and trickery, and laid in wait for the hunters. Again, it seemed a grievous defeat for the forces of light, and it was, but it was not a few that fled those corridors to safety, for the trap was ill-set.

“The one known as Finobrai escaped with his closest friends, alone unscathed of them all. But the king of Marasol worried only after the safety of his kingdom and wished the man to go back; it was after much promising and scraping and begging of him that he relented, and returned unto his very death willingly.

“None know truly what happened within those halls on that night, when Finobrai returned to the fort. Some say he sold his own soul, and that he was a friend of the Shadow from the first—what else could explain his repeated survival? Others say he was captured by the cultists, and transformed into a cursed Shadowspawn by them.

“The latter, I fear, is closer to the truth, though Finobrai was too wily to be caught by mere men. He crept about those halls, with his bow and his sword, and silently did he send them all to their master. But he was not the only hunter, that night.

“In the depths of the crypt, the foul cultists had summoned their lord, hearing that this lone hunter was coming for them. What, they asked themselves with mock bravery, could a single man do that a veritable army could not? And yet they were afraid, deathly so, and rightly so, and they gave their lord the body of a rat.

“Even the slightest of children knows what the Shadow does to its hosts. It twists them, and mutilates them, and makes them wholly different from how they began. And this was no different.

“The rat grew, it is said, to thrice its height, then to ten times, and it grew to stand a full head over the tallest of men. Its claws grew to wicked scalpels, its rear ceased to be that of a rat, and became that of a man with the head and shoulders and arms of some abominable rodent, and in the dark, it waited.

“Now did Finobrai finish all the cultists, and put an end to their vile pets, and he roamed the hallways, ever on the watch for more. He came then into a dark room in the bowels of the earth, unlit and dark, and he entered into it silently, ears ever listening for more of his prey.

“Many now might call him foolish, but his life had shaped him up to this point. He had grown on the darkest of streets, where the difference between life and death was seeing where others said sight was impossible. He had the best tutors in following years, to teach him the sword, and the best trackers later to teach him archery. Some hand guided him, that night, and every other night of his life, some say, a hand that was not that of the Shadow.

“As he stepped full into that room, he heard the beast behind him, whether by its breathing or some movement it made, and he spun about, making to strike at it, though the dark betrayed him, and blinded him, and the monster leaned forward casually, and made an incision over Finobrai’s heart, and removed the house of the soul, replacing it instead with the most vile of voidglass, into which the Shadow had seeped its own will, and Finobrai was lost….

“The Shadow controlled Finobrai, much as a puppetmaster dictates the movements of his puppets, and he ran then through the night, and through the next day, until he reached the borders of Kingdom Corval, for the fury of the Shadow at what had been done to its people knew no reason, nor any bounds.

“Here Finobrai earned another name, and that was Aminlo, the Never-Sated Hunger, for he butchered many an innocent man, woman and child, and the power of his passing was greater than that of any king, then or since. And when he was done in Kingdom Corval, few lingered, and fewer returned; their livestock butchered, and many a family and friend ended during the expanse of a year of utter terror.

“But the Shadow did not let slack here, but drove Aminlo on further afield, into the kingdom where he had first made the name Finobrai for himself, which was Kingdom Mirdta, and the waste dealt there was even greater than that dealt in Kingdom Corval. He left behind him a wasteland, full of smoke and bones, and rats and crows feasted on the carcasses even of the royal family.

“But here fate took a turn for the better, for Aminlo had killed all that could provide his heart sustenance, for the voidglass heart fed itself on the souls of the slain, and his inhuman strength left him as he came upon a patrol form Marasol, and he fell to them, and was imprisoned.

“For nigh on a year, Aminlo wasted in the prisons beneath Marasol, until it was decided that he should be executed for his crimes, in spite of his past services. But luck would have it that one of Finobrai’s men was not so easily persuaded of the evil in his friend, and strove back to the fort, seeking some answer for the darkness weighing on his heart.

“Here he hunted the long-abandoned halls—for none would now return to that haunted place—and at long last found a clay jar, sealed by some rune or other, and from within came the steady beating as that of a heart.

“He brought it back, mixed with joy and sorrow, to the famed Magistry of Marasol, and they took it and examined it while he implored the king to stay his hand but for another cycle. And the king relented, for he was a consciences sort, and felt to blame in part for the fate of poor Finobrai.

“At long last, and after many a sleepless night, the magisters performed their miracle. With their magics and their knowledge, they plucked the voidglass heart from Aminlo, and placed in its stead the beating heart of Finobrai.

“Thus Finobrai’s soul was returned to him, though much tortured through the long years of watching himself perform unnumbered murders, and it was long before he was well again. In this time, his soul turned to darker things; to revenge, to hate, and to burning desire to see the Shadow cast out, for now and forever.

“And after two years of his wallowing, he left Marasol once more, seeking his old friends and allies. But many had grown old over the years, or too comfortable in their common lives to risk going hunting with the man who murdered a kingdom.

“So Finobrai set off alone for a time, though he knew the dangers in doing so more than anyone, and for five years he hunted across the world for lore of the Shadow, reading from libraries by day and infiltrating and exterminating cultists and Shadowspawn by night, Finobrai strove for his answers. Across the highest mountains he tread, and across the deepest seas he sailed, and slowly but surely he found his answers.

“Now after these five years, Finobrai began again to gather hunters by virtue of his reputation, and ten years after that, his network stretched across every corner of Adoana, each man and woman striving to find anything tying the Shadow to the Mortal Plane—for Finobrai knew the Shadow better than any, and he said it must exist.

“Finobrai was an old man when finally they were ready to strike into the heart of their foe. And he brought with him to the place known as Casosindo the voidglass heart, and all his hunters, and they fell upon the enthralled armies of the Shadow.

“Many died in the plains outside of Casosindo, whose location has been lost to time, and many spells were wrought which heaved the earth, and burned the trees, but Finobrai and his most trusted hunters slipped by the host of their enemy, and came to audience with the Shadow itself.

“Here, in the depths of the dark fortress of Casosindo, Finobrai strove against the Shadow while his magister coiled his magics, spreading a trap that would bind the whole of the Shadow to the voidglass heart, though he knew not entirely the making of the coil.

“And when it was done, he released it, and the jaws of the trap sprung just so, snaring the being of the Shadow within the voidglass heart, and the survivors of the battle outside leaped with joy as their enemies crumbled before them. But there was no joy within.

“For Finobrai, in all his research and plotting, had known the cost of the coil wound by his friend. His soul was forever tainted by the Shadow; his soul, forever a gateway the Shadow could use to return to the world. And so he gave himself in also to the snare, and passed from this world to strive forever against the might of the Shadow, that Adoana would know peace.”

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tomesandsuch · 4 years

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The Long Way

How many times have you found yourself swept into this pointless game?

How many times have you made such attempts to eke out some manner of victory from this doomed cycle? Worse than attempting such a hollow victory is claiming such when it was never truly won to begin with.

His hands traced along the haft of the polearm, a smooth, deep-green length of lacquered wood. Its blade curved into a shape like a witch's crooked fingertip, ending in a thin point. When the dim lamplight hit it, the reflection of that meager flame wobbled across the surface, curving back and forth in serpentine arcs. Dull, faded patterns, etched in shallow crevasses of the weapon's surface.

Slowly, insidiously, I have seen your reason eroded. To you, the changes are too gradual to notice. From your perspective, this ebbing is natural.

His lips stretch into a thin frown, and fingers cross where his arm meets his shoulders.

They didn't leave any marks of true consequence, this you must understand. You were never at risk. How much value can one life carry if it is offered up at every opportunity, taken at none? Yet still, you remember those old squabbles. To you, it was a miracle that those coils did not ensnare you for good, but in the eyes of those who were at the center, it was never in doubt that your presence was temporary. Your interest in their troubles only as deep as finding another foe, another thing to be slain.

Once the final blow was struck, did you find yourself dealing with the aftermath? Did you care to linger? To lend your assistance towards matters far more complicated? Or did you depart, satisfied with the breadth of your role? It is customary, after all. The drifter departs only once the work is done, and even if it is not, the final result is hardly of any consequence to one who has long since moved on. One who has exercised the luxury of banishing it from his mind.

In the end, the victims of those troubles, those they had bound and tormented, were left to salvage themselves whilst you sauntered away with another trophy. Do you even remember them? Can you remember their names? Can you remember any of it?

When the man breathed, the swell of his lungs was long and deliberate. His shoulders tensed, rolling back and stretching beside his head. He loosened his buckle and pulled the cluttered tool belt from his waist. Halfway past where it met his hips, there was a small scabbard of leather in a comparatively pristine condition, save for the shallow horizontal gashes that ringed its side. Its blade was hidden by the leather sheath itself, but the pommel was of a vibrant green gem, the handle carved of smooth wood, the hilt detailed and exquisite, even the small parts of it that peeked out past the comparatively shabby sheath.

A fine weapon for a fine contribution. Did you believe, all that time ago, when you tried and failed to end the would-be corsair king, that such things would spiral into what they did? That you would find yourself in the midst of a war that you tried and failed to avert? There you fought, there you spit iron and water with the rest of them in the midst of your very own failure.

It was a true unwillingness to understand the world around you. The dread Queen and the throngs of broken things she’d left in her wake, acts so wicked that the living barked and clawed at each other to reach some manner of closure from them long after she had returned to the darkness.

Did bringing the terrors of her late reign to an end ever interest you? You could only ever see the most tangible of those ripples, those that only went so far as producing another sword arm possessed by ill will. Another adversary, another trial. For them, it seemed like the culmination of all their misery, one final piece of their history to spar over until the end came. Do you remember why they fought? Do you remember what it was that compelled them to let their corpses pass into the boundless sea?

The man sat on the edge of the rock, a finger prying itself between his eyepatch and the curve of his brow, placing the garment down next to the lantern that shone a dim light in the shadow of the stone barrier at his back. At times, he would simply stare into the lantern’s base, watching how the shifting flame created a ring of moving shadows at the bottom. When the light wasn’t enough, he would close his eyes and lean back against the rocks, taking in the way that the wind-chilled stone made his back stiffen, how the sensation banished lingering, unclear thoughts from his mind. At the very least, it steadied him somewhat.

Now you stand here. Worn, wasted away. Your body, your mind appear stronger, but the time has taken its toll. I have seen it in your resolve, how it has faded, replaced by ire and desperation in equal measure.

As your resolve fades, so too do your circumstances change, becoming all the more muddled, unfortunate.

There are few who would try to contend that the Master of the Coils was anything less than a worthy foe that deserved the end he was given. The Black Captain was a more complicated issue in of himself, but at the same time his fate was preordained. Now, here at the ends of the world, who is it that you truly wish to raise your hand against? You fight on the behalf of one you hate to destroy those whom only ever wronged you in passing. It is plain to see. Your arms cannot reach, and they grasp for the nearest to what they seek in lieu of it. You cannot reach a satisfactory end with the willful shunning of true understanding. These tales of heroes and devils banish themselves from your mind the moment your part is done.

Can you remember any of it? Can you remember why you are here?

I can't remember it all. But I remember enough.

I remember a great winged beast with a man's visage at its heart. The face of a man so twisted by hatred for the one he once loved that he cast his heart away and became a demon.

I remember the face of a long-dead warrior whose heart began to beat once more. How his heart drew him across nations in pursuit of what he'd been promised in life, and how eventually he returned to his grave having never found what he sought. Did he deserve that? It's one thing to die, but utter defeat is something else entirely.

I remember that wicked one whose heart troubled the living long after her demise. How it drove lost souls to a place long-abandoned and nearly swallowed them up. How her will persisted long after her body ceased to be and troubled the living until those islands returned to the sea.

Now I stand here, and after all this, I can see the path’s end in sight.

Out there, drifting, I see another heart, a small spark of light against the formless dark. I see faces around it, hands that cling to it. They’ve taken the long way. They’ve fought, wept, clawed and suffered through a thousand trials to be right here, at this moment, in this place. Whether or not there ever was another path for them, there’s no stopping what happens next. Even now, I feel the crooked limbs of old men pushing these gears along. To me? It's unmistakable, sickening familiarity.

The longer I look at them, the less I see. Their faces shift and their features fade. Soon they become simple shapes in my vision. “An imperfect understanding is bound to crumble with time.” Eventually, I see nothing. Empty forms, devoid of will, devoid of feature. The path continues all the same. I only have so much time.

#FFXIVHeartless #Gwannes Oskwell #uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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jaydelightful · 4 years

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Part 6

@yeet-ceit

master list

CHAPTER WARNINGS: self harm, body horror (descriptions of wounds), a degree of romanticizing self harm, blood, and dark thoughts

please tell me if i forgot anything!!!

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Logan pulled his hand back, feeling his blood drip down his arm.

He let out a shaky breath, dropping the blade and running his hand through his hair and he leaned his head back with his eyes closed.

His nerves were still high from the rush of adrenaline he got when he first pulled the blade across his skin. The image of his skin jumping apart from itself as blood began to pool out from underneath was thrilling.

So he kept going. Kept going until his heart was beating fast, not out of guilt and fear, but out of fascination and relief.

Logan took a deep breath in and let his hand fall from his head, opening his eyes and dully looking up to his ceiling.

Maybe he should’ve kept the stars up. Roman would’ve liked them.

He shook his head of the thought quickly, blaming his weakness and emotions for the stupid idea.

Not only was he done with that childish behavior, since it benefited no one and only put him in a light to be taken less seriously by the others, but also Roman.

Roman hated him enough to ‘kill’ himself. Logically, of course, Logan knew they couldn’t die. However, seeing Roman’s body in the living room… It chilled him to his bones.

Logan knew they couldn’t die because he himself had been killed before in Roman’s world.

It had been a complete accident, of course. Roman had convinced Logan to come in with him and they got a surprise attack from the Dragon Witch’s minions.

Yes, it was incredibly painful.

Logan ate out Roman for even creating the Dragon Witch afterwards, but Roman insisted that ‘every prince needs a villain.’

‘Yes, but you’re not the one who got killed,’ Logan had responded with.

Roman didn’t have an answer to that one.

Logan let out a sigh and looked away from the ceiling to his mess.

He really needed to clean this up before Roman woke up.

Standing up gingerly, he got to work.

First to go was the blood on the floor and the bloodied blade. A quick wave of his hand and it was all gone forever.

He could always get another blade. He didn’t want to waste too much time cleaning up, just in case he got caught.

Then he turned to his arm, sickly admiring his work one last time.

He inspected the first cut he had done, noting how shallow it was. It looked like a paper cut or a cat scratch and only had a few dots of dried blood.

The rest of them were much deeper by comparison, and Logan noticed how they kept getting deeper as he had continued.

The last one he had done was splitting his skin apart nearly half an inch, causing blood to pour out.

They were all still bleeding, except his first one, but at least they had slowed down.

Seven cuts, running horizontally across his forearm.

Could’ve been worse.

It was still bad what he had done, though. He knew the others would freak out if they knew, just like he would if it was one of them.

He cursed himself for doing something so stupid over nothing.

Oh, am I nothing?

Logan flinched back and cradled his damaged arm to his torso, not caring about the blood leaking into his clothing and the way the fabric stung his cuts.

You know that’s not what I meant.

Are you sure about that? Whatever, I think you deserved this. You should’ve done more though.

I’ve done enough. Leave me alone.

Aw, why would I do that and let you off so easily?

Please…

This is your penance. There’s no rest for the wicked, after all!

Logan scrunched his face up at the evil, sing-song voice that filled his head and covered his ears.

“Just shut up,” he mumbled, hitting his temple with the palm of his hand.

At that moment, there came a knock on his door.

Logan straightened up and looked at the time.

[06:23 a.m.]

It couldn’t be Patton or Virgil. They slept like the dead until 11 o’clock at the earliest.

“Logan?”

It was Janus.

“Y-yeah?” Logan responded, cursing himself silently for the quiver in his voice.

“He’s awake.”

Logan’s eyes shot open widely and he nearly ran over to his door to rip it open, but stopped himself.

His arm. The blood.

“I’ll be down in a second. Keep an eye on him.” Logan replied quickly, ripping off his soiled shirt and flinching as the fabric tugged on his wounds.

“Okay,” Janus replied and Logan stood still as he listened for his retreating footsteps.

After a few seconds, he finally heard him walking away and let out a breath of relief.

Looking down, Logan took a deep breath as he ran his hand down his arm to get rid of the wounds.

But they didn’t go away.

Logan looked at his left hand and just saw smeared blood.

He tried again, gritting his teeth against the pain of pushing and dragging on the cuts.

They bled harder.

He could hear his pulse in his ears as he began to panic, dragging his hand down his arm over and over again, aggravating the cuts and making them bleed more.

“Oh, no no no no no,” he said to himself, taking a step backwards and running a hand through his hair.

Ooooo, you may want to deal with those!

Logan scowled at the peppy voice.

“Why aren't they going away?” he asked, his fear turning to anger as he clenched his fists.

Like I said, this is your penance. Now hide them and hurry up!

He didn’t want to listen to him, but he didn’t see another choice. Quickly, he conjured up a black hoodie and some gauze.

Good job, Logan. Get ready quickly and I’ll meet you down there.

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tartheanmaid · 4 years

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HPHL MC PROFILE - DARLING MEREDITH KNOLLYS

TEMPLATE AND INSPO COURTESY OF @hogwartsmysterystory

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4HgKmfNnkhtjxmbRNUZeTp?si=Vza3163gT36-LCb7iiPbfg

IDENTITY

Name: Darling Meredith Knollys

Nickname(s): Dar (family)

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: TBD

Birth Date: December 18th

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Demiromantic, Heterosexual

Alignment: True Neutral, Amoral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: Kingsbury, Warwickshire

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTJ-T (The Architect)

Full Profile Under the Cut

THE MAGE

Wand: Cypress. 12 1/2 inches. Rougarou Hair core. Springy flexibility

Cypress - Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander, wrote that he was always honored to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soulmates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

Rougarou Hair - Wands made from the hair of a Rougarou have a Dark reputation because of their sheer power, but they are not necessarily inherently Dark themselves. They are sentient wand cores, and are very aware of their surroundings, particularly of their master. They bond emotionally with their master if suitably matched; if they sense agitation or anger, they will spring to life, making for quickly-reacting wands. If well-matched, they become formidable and reliable. If ill-matched, however, they are dangerous to everyone around the user. Even simple spells often backfire, and if the user attempts difficult magic, even if it is usually within their own power, they can expect a far more explosive reaction that is vastly different than the one they were attempting.

@wandmore credit for wand core

Misc Magical Abilities:

Animagus

TBD

Animagus Form: Raven

Boggart Form: The world finding out the truth, meaning she failed. [image of boggart form below]

[an add on, not what her boggart looks like] ↓

Riddikulus Form: Her boggart’s chains turning into ravens and flying away.

Amortentia (What do they smell like?): the ocean, smoke, peony perfume, parchment

Amortentia (What do they smell?): lemongrass, the ocean, basil, (love interest probably)

Patronus: Polar Bear

Patronus Memory: TBD

Mirror of Erised: TBD

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

Nonverbal Magic Ancient Magic Healing Magic Dark Magic “One who cannot hurt cannot heal”

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Nikola Selezinko

Voiceclaim: Gemma Arterton in Blood Waterfall(2013) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9oHh91m9d4&feature=youtu.be

Game Appearance: none(yet)

Height: 5′7″

Weight: 121 lbs

Physique: Tall, Gracefull, Lean

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Porcelain, Pink Undertones

Body Modifications: None

Scarring: Glamour spells work wonders don’t they?

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?)

Wand Raven’s Feather 5ft of Parchment Ink Well 3 Quills Stolen Books from the Restricted Section Magical Map of the British Isles Ancient Scrolls

Fashion: TBD (decade where the game takes place currently unknown)

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Affiliations/Organizations:

Ravenclaw House

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Knollys Family

Kingsbury, Warwickshire (father is a baron)

Professions: TBD

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: O

Charms: O

DADA: O

Flying: A

Herbology: EE

History of Magic: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: O

Electives: Ancient Runes, TBD

Extracurriculars: TBD

Quidditch: Thinks it’s frivolous and a waste of time

Favorite Professors: TBD

Least Favorite Professors: TBD

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Humphrey Edward Knollys

Pureblood wizard Direct descendant of Henry Knollys Attended Hogwarts - Slytherin House Title - Lord Baron of Kingsbury, Warwickshire Cold and Unforgiving Diplomatic and Powerful

Mother: Aila Lri Knollys (née Fionnlasdan)

Halfblood witch Attended Hogwarts - Ravenclaw House Title - Lady Fluent in Scottish Gaelic Tough Love Compassionate and Kind(to family) Family Oriented (okay okay maybe she’s based off of Narcissa Malfoy)

Younger Brother: Henry William Knollys

Pureblood wizard Direct descendant of Henry Knollys Title - Lord Bubbly and Playful Under the age of 10

Older Sister: Grace Elizabeth Knollys

Direct descendant of Henry Knollys Attended Hogwarts - Slytherin House Title - Lady Hardworking and Devoted Passionate

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: TBD

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dorm-mates (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?): TBD

Pets: Screech Owl, Victoria(named after the current queen)

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest MC Friends: TBD // Message me if you think our MCs could be friends

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Pre Hogwarts:

1st Year:

2nd Year:

3rd Year:

4th Year:

5th Year:

6th Year:

7th Year:

Post-Hogwarts:

Old Age & Death:

PERSONALITY

Cold Determined Family Oriented Knowledge Hungry Eloquent Curious

MISC

Grew up speaking Gaelic with her mother

She’s the only one of her siblings that speaks Gaelic

Understands that her fate is set in stone

Title - Lady

Was in a wicked sleep her preteen(maybe. like 10-13) years(why she started Hogwarts late)

(i’m sure there will be plenty more once we know more about the game’s story)

#harry potter hogwarts legacy #hp hogwarts legacy #hphl #hphl mc #god i stayed awake until 3:30 am working on this #and im posting at 3:30 am #my brain is completely fried #hogwarts legacy

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