#glass phial

[thesilicontribesman]

Roman Glassware Photoset 1, Hull and East Riding Museum, Hull, Yorkshire

#roman #roman glassware #glassware #glass bottle #glass phial #roman craft #roman design #roman britain #roman style #roman army #roman empire #archaeology #relic #artefact #Yorkshire

[moumouton4]

Female lab assistant of Orochimaru's confessing to him that she is terrified of him and that this fear turns her on.

Things That Happens Behind The Closed Doors Of The Laboratory || Orochimaru x reader

A/n : Helloooo world ! I've been so busy and very sick sick lately but I still intended to finish this fic I had started a while ago, before going back to college ! Hope y'all will like it ! 🥪🍟

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, sexual tension, mention of bulge, rough sex implied, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 884

The liquid in the phial you were holding stirred slightly as your hand shook a little with the action you knew you were about to do. You’ve been thinking a lot about it recently, and the more you did the more the excitement made itself felt. You wondered if he could feel it, the way your chakra was waving around you with the thrill of the situation.

You eyed him from the corner of your eyes, the shifting of his muscles with each movement of his arms as he grabbed a new phial from the shelf, a testament to the strength his body held. His magnificent reptilian eyes focused on adding the perfect amount of drop that were needed to make his experimentation a success.

“Why are you standing there ? Did you finish what I told you to do ?” he asked, your breath catching in your throat as his voice dragged you out of your transe.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, slowly turning your head towards him, yet no daring to look him in the eyes “A-almost” you mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow at your stutter, a subtle smirk making its way on his thin lips “You look nervous dear” he mused. There it was, that little nickname he has given you again “Keep your hands steady. You would not want us to fail our experimentation now, would you ?”

A shiver ran down your spine, the slight edge in his tone, setting a little fire inside your core. You tried not to squirm as you closed the slight gap between your thighs, your body craving some friction. You knew the time was coming, that you had to tell him at some point and now was the time. Taking a slow but deep intake of breath you set the glass container on the counter in front of you. Your eyes widened at the tingling sound it made, fearing that Orochimaru would threateningly challenge your work once again. But gosh you knew that would rile you up like nothing.

But truth be told you were actually terrified about confessing your feelings to him. You have been seeing him acting with others, you knew how cruel he was, even with Kabuto, one of his most loyal associates. But you secretly wished he could give you a bit of his - harmless - wrath for you to taste and get high on. 

Clearing your throat you started “A-actually I wanted to ask you someth-”

But he cut you as soon as you were about to finally say the words “Is there a problem Y/n ?” even your name, when pronounced by him in such a casual moment could sound like a warning.

You shook your head frustrated he had again prevented you from speaking “No ! I wanted to tell you I-”

Suddenly you found yourself pressed up against the counter on which you were working an instant before, your hand clenched into a fist but it was too late to prevent the phial you were holding to crash on the tiled floor “Are you raising your voice at me now ? You should know that it is not appropriate for someone of your standing… mmh ?"

His eyes descended to the mess on the floor, before trailing back up to your face, your red face. It seemed he didn't care anymore about failing his experiementation. You couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped your lips when he pressed further against you, relinquishing the warmth your body provided him. The sound obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him, a low growl rumbled in his throat but compared to him you stayed oblivious, way more focused on the bulge that was now pressing against your thigh.

He felt you breathing getting heavier and it only pronounced his smirk even more “Why are you looking so stressed ?” he said, as if he wasn't capable of immense violence when he wanted. He continued teasing you, his warm breath hitting your throat as if he was about to bite you.

Meanwhile you brain just froze, you were of fucking cloud nine, having the man you longed so long ot have pressed up so nicely against you. You wondered if he too could feel how turned on you were making him. But before you could ask, he swiftly disentangled himself from you, leaving you pathetically catching your breath.

He walked away from you, and it’s only when his hand reached for the door handle that he turned towards you, his gaze sharp and considered as ever “Once you've finished cleaning up this fine mess you've made, you're free to go. I'll be in my apartment”

not questioning his orders, you immediately bent down and began to collect the pieces of glass. Only to hear him sneer from across the room.

"You're pathetically obedient, it's almost entertaining. Now get up" he demanded ( unless you want him to start ruining you here )

And so you did.

"Now let's get you to my quarters, shall we ?"

You nodded and followed him out of the labs as he held the door for you. Better be grateful because it doesn’t seem he is going to be this soft during the next hours… it seems that he too had some pent up desires for this little créature that assisted him during his experiences.

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #orochimaru #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru smut #request #smut #miri-writes

[raayllum]

bc i watched The Trailer and know who i am as a person, vague speculation spoilers!

The first thing Callum realizes is that everything hurts, his lungs taking in a laboured breath. The second is that Rayla is sitting close to him, very close to him, her hands on said injured chest.

“Ow—” he grunts when he goes to move. 

“Careful,” she says, too concerned to be chiding, but it still hurts to blink at her as Rayla helps him sit up in a way that doesn’t pull at whatever the hell he’s hurt ujust as much, which is probably everything.

The third thing is that they’re alone, fresh panic rising in his throat. 

“Where are—”

“Ez and Soren are speaking with Domina.” She gives a little shrug, fidgeting, and Callum takes in the strange glowing barnacles above their heads, the whole flat, turquoise plateau seemingly encased in a giant air bubble, water flowing naturally outside. They’re somewhere new, deep below the sea. He thinks he’d be more fascinated by it if he had time to be. “Dragons and diplomacy, y’know? More their speed than mine. They’ll be glad you’re awake though. You scared all of us.” 

Did he always ramble like this when he was worried or nervous, Callum wonders. Or at least, did he used to?

Rayla seems to catch herself, though, and clears her throat. “Anyway—how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” he admits, and they share a grim but genuine smile. 

“I have some ointment that can help,” she offers, Stella skittering off her shoulder as she reaches back between her blades. “If you’d like. It’ll sting a bit, though.”

“That’s fine.”

His eyes adjust to the new lighting as she gets the small blue phial out and pours some onto a spare square of glass she likely uses to clean her blades. She dabs at the blood on the side of his face first, the skin scraped underneath, and Callum winces.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures her. Her face has been this close to his more often more recently, but it still throws him a bit—her attention, her proximity, her gentleness. She’s always been one of the kindest people he knows, next to his brother. This is no different, her features a bit pinched in concentration as she tends to him, and—

He blushes when she looks up suddenly, and he’s caught staring. A pretty pink dusts her cheeks, too, as she swallows and looks away, getting up to sit by his other side by his sore, swollen eye.

“This’ll hurt more, unfortunately,” she warns, but he braces himself, letting  his gaze rest on her this time without overthinking it.

Maybe healing always does, but maybe that’s how you get better.

“Thank you,” he says once she’s done, for a lot of things—for patching him up, for saving his life, for being his friend, for holding his heart the best way she’s known how, even if it hurt, too. 

“Callum, I—” she starts, reaching up, and her fingers skim over his black eye, a gentle enough graze that it doesn’t sting. Her eyes flicker toward his lips. He leans in, and—

“Callum!” They break apart as Ezran enters the cave, but Callum can’t be too bothered, as his little brother hugs him eagerly, and Soren claps him gingerly on the back. It’s good to see them and even better to know they’re safe as they take seats on the floor across from him.

Rayla takes his hand, and Callum squeezes it. There’ll be more time to talk later. He’ll make sure of it.

#rayllum #listen someone had to write it #tdp #tdp spoilers #s5 spoilers #s5 #s5 speculation #s5 wishlist #my fic #ficlet #fic #got this out of my system so i can finish 'twice as many stars' before it gets even more blatantly canon divergent good god

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Part 5

Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Elf/Noldor |Third Person POV)

Themes: Soft

Warnings: Secondary character has mild panic attack | Brief mentions of bruising

Wordcount: 1.6K words

Summary: Y/n and Nitiel talk while preparing dinner for themselves and the other servants.

Minors DNI

A/n: This is more of a filler chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it.

A/n 2: the previous chapters can be found here Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Y/n POV

The crown prince did not seek her out, but he kept to his promise the few times they did come upon each other. Thranduil was more courteous and respectful, even going so far as to instruct Feren to discreetly see to her welfare.

Feren called on her whenever time permitted, always asking brief questions about how she found life in the palace and how she was being treated by the others. Y/n answered as honestly as she could, and then the crown prince’s steward would take his leave of her before others saw and tongues wagged. One day, he even asked to see the bruise along her wrist. His lips curled in distaste upon seeing it, but he said not a word. Y/n considered it strange but kept her own counsel.  

He called on her again tonight, and he departed only after pressing a glass phial containing a thick, pale ointment into her hands. Nitiel had seen them, and the phial that had been placed on the little table that was used for the cutting of vegetables and herbs and fruits. She swore to guard her tongue.

“Arnica.” She removed the cork and breathed in the scent after Feren took his leave of them. “Comfrey.” She smelled it a second time, and a third. “Yarrow. For bruises.” The cook put the cork back in the phial and regarded y/n with barely disguised curiosity. “You are full elf. Your parents were born in the Blessed Realm, no less. Why would you need such a thing?”

I suppose my secret would not remain a secret for long, y/n told herself. She lifted the sleeve covering her left arm and revealed the still-healing bruise along her wrist. It was now a strange shade of yellow, but y/n considered it an improvement on the black and blue and purple from before.

“This is why,” she replied, sitting down on a chair. 

Nitiel took her hand into hers and hissed softly. “How did you get this?”

“I… I would rather not say.” Y/n thought it would not be wise to reveal what took place between her and the crown prince that day in the gardens. Nitiel had proven herself to be a kindly woman, but y/n believed the revelation could still go badly against her if she said anything. Thranduil was well loved by his father’s people.

“You would rather not say,” Nitiel repeated. She studied y/n keenly, determined to learn more. Then she sighed and let go of her hand, as if she had changed her mind. “Well, this ointment is not going to apply itself. Give that clean cloth to me; we need to get this done before anyone else sees it.”

It did not take them long to apply the ointment and cover it with a thin strip of dressing. They talked while Nitiel went about her task, and they talked while y/n helped her make supper for the servants. The others were away, clearing the dishes in the great feasting hall above them, leaving them alone. The cook had so many questions about life before the War of Wrath, about life in Nargothrond and Himring, and about the sons of Fëanor themselves.

“They say your father had hopes of you marrying one of Lord Fëanor’s unwed sons.” Nitiel dusted flour onto a thin slab of wood and rolled out the dough she had prepared for a wild-berry pie. In the hearth nearby, a stew bubbled away in its copper pot. The pie would be brought to the table much later, but the stew would be served as soon as it was done, along with thin, flat disks of bread and muled wine. Even in the kitchens, everyone ate and drank well. “They say you even met some of them. Pray what were they like?”

Y/n reached for a sharp knife and began to peel new potatoes for the stew. “Lord Maedhros was everything the songs made him out to be,” she began. Peelings fell without a pause onto a kitchen cloth she had laid out on the table. “But he looked so worn, as if the burdens of the oath were beginning to weigh heavily on his shoulders. Lord Maglor looked no different, but his eyes were softer, and kinder. Of the twins, we saw little. They were always abroad, hunting, and had little time for politics or council meetings.”

“Lord Caranthir?” Nitiel asked, crossing to the other side of the kitchen. She reached into a cupboard that had been mounted onto the wall for a pie pan. 

Y/n stopped peeling. “He kept to himself mostly, and he always looked so angry with the world. Lord Curufin, on the other hand, did not keep to himself.” She returned to her task—wild carrots this time. Thin orange flakes fell over thin brown ones, and she found the sound of it all rather soothing. “And his tongue was as deadly as a scorpion’s tail. Many took care to avoid its sting.”

Nitiel shivered. “And Lord Celegorm?”

Y/n stopped again. Out of all the brothers, Celegorm stood out the most in her eyes. Almost as tall as Maedhros and just as fair, he was a maiden’s dream-made flesh. More than one lord’s as well, if the rumors of his many appetites were true.

“Captivating,” she said. “Others would gather around him at many a feast like moths drawn to a flame. He knew how to drink. How to eat. How to laugh. No matter the hardship, Lord Celegorm always knew how to laugh. He was an elf who was as wild and free as the Vala he once served. And he was dangerous. Yes.” She carried the vegetables to a clean bowl of water to wash. “He was dangerous. More dangerous than all of his brothers put together.”

“You make it sound like he was comfortable being drenched in blood and gore.”

“That is the thing. He was.”

“And it is best if the two of you are not heard discussing them.” Angon stood by the open door, his arms crossed, his countenance full of worry. The women were startled. They did not know he was there. Y/n bowed her head out of respect. “Not even here. Not even amongst yourselves,” he continued. “These walls have ears. Do you understand?”

The king, thought y/n, he must have spies everywhere.

And y/n believed the need for hidden eyes and ears may have been due to her. Still, she decided not to dwell on it, for it would only distress her if she did. She smiled and lifted the lid of a glazed jar instead, saying, “Came for more tarts, my lord?”

Angon threw his head back and laughed. “You know me so well.” He joined them and made himself as comfortable as possible in the chair Nitiel pulled out for him. Angon was every inch a warrior, all tall and proud and fierce, and the chair only helped emphasize his great height and size. Today he was garbed in the deep forest green robes he often favored. Nitiel once said the color brought out the green in his eyes. “Yes. I am not ashamed to admit that I have indeed come in search of more sweets. Though I must confess, my fair lady’s kisses are far sweeter.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my love,” Nitiel countered, blushing. “But I suppose it would serve just this once. Now stay here and make yourself content with what I place in front of you.”

They talked again, this time of Angon and Nitiel’s plans for the future and of Nitiel’s new role, now that she was the wife of a high-born elven lord. There was no queen for her to serve as a lady-in-waiting; Thranduil’s mother, along with many others, departed for the Blessed Realm after the Elder King’s herald, Lord Eönwë, invited them to do so. There was no princess, either. Thranduil had no sisters, or brothers, for that matter. Oropher, Angon said, had decided that Nitiel would aid his own steward until Thranduil took a wife. Then she would serve her as a lady-in-waiting. 

“Father and mother have also come around,” he announced, his eyes filled with a great sense of relief. Marriage without the blessings of either side of the family was always received ungraciously, and this was a good sign. “They agreed to welcome you properly into the family. Three nights from tomorrow, my love. Many of our kin are gathering for a small feast. The king agreed to attend as well, along with the crown prince.”

The pie pan and all that it held shook in Nitiel’s hands. She barely held on to it, saving it from falling and spilling its contents all over the polished stone floor. 

“Oh,” she began, flustered. “Oh dear. Your parents… your kin… all those nobles, the king… his son… Y/n, you must help me. Please. My clothes, my hair… so much… so much…”

Angon was the first to reach her, leaving his seat without so much as a sound. “Sit here, my love,” he said, guiding her to the nearest chair and taking the pan out of her hands. “And breathe.”

“Should I fetch her some wine?” Y/n asked, equally as concerned as he was. Nitiel was pale and was clutching desperately onto his hand while she tried to compose herself.

“Wine is the last thing she needs right now,” Angon returned. He left the pan on the side and began to rub Nitiel’s shoulders. “Fetch her some water, my lady. Or that chamomile tea, if there is any of it left. Nitiel needs a little time to rest. That is all.”

“I will help you,” y/n promised. She prepared a fresh pot of chamomile tea while Angon fussed over his wife. “With your hair, your clothes, everything. Now drink this,” she urged after she came back to them, and pressed a warm cup into Nitiel’s hand. “You will feel much better after.”

tags: @deadlymistletoe@lemonivall@coopsgirl@tigereyesf@thranduilseyebrows​ @cupids-got-me​ @jane0error@asianbutnotjapanese

#a better future #chapter 5 #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #feren imagine #ocs #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #thranduil #feren

[1five1two]

Glass phiale of a dancing maenad. 3rd century.

#ancient art #art #figure #maenad

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 10

Have a little Dreamling fantasy AU with oneiromancer Dream and woodsman Hob!

Dec 10 - Dreamling - Fantasy AU - Icicles

Hob climbed the winding staircase and laid his hand against the door that would only open for two inhabitants of this castle. One of them was Hob; the other was already inside the tower room.

The door swung silently open to reveal Morpheus, as expected, sitting at his large desk, half a dozen books spread open around him, pen scratching at a scrap of parchment.

“Time for a break, love,” Hob said, and suppressed a grin at the slow, befuddled look Morpheus gave him. “You’ve been at this since yesterday evening. Come for a walk with me.”

Morpheus blinked again, then turned his head far enough to look out the narrow window. Beyond the leaded glass lay a field, slumbering beneath its blanket of snow; beyond the field was the Dreaming Wood. It had been called that for longer than Hob had lived; whether the wood took its name from the oneiromancer who lived just beyond its borders, or whether Morpheus had established the castle here for easy access to the magical wood, not even Morpheus himself recalled.

“It snowed?” he asked.

“All night,” Hob confirmed.

“Mm.” Morpheus got up, stretched like a cat, and went to poke in one of his cabinets. “Do you mind if I collect some samples while we walk?”

“Of course not.”

Morpheus stopped filling his sleeves with empty phials and bottles long enough to grant Hob a rare, real smile. “I cherish your acceptance of my eccentricities,” he vowed. “There are many who would mind a great deal.”

“I might as well ask the sun to run backward,” Hob said, “as ask you to stop working when you’re in the midst of a problem.”

Morpheus tipped his head to one side. “Actually, reversing the path of the sun would--”

“Stop,” Hob laughed. “Don’t reverse the sun; you’ll frighten the commoners. Again. Come. We’ll go down to the edge of the wood so you can harvest snowberries and spiderwebs, and we’ll look in on the faerie village for a luncheon, and then you can come back and bury yourself in your books again.”

“It’s a bad time of year for spiderwebs,” Morpheus told him seriously. “I need some more icicles, however. Will you climb the trees for me to get them?”

Morpheus did not in any way need Hob’s help to collect his spell and potion ingredients, but Hob took Morpheus’ hand and tangled their fingers. “Whatever gets me more of your company, love.”

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #the sandman #dreamling #fantasy au

[scullymurphy]

My Dhr Advent Story Dropped Today!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51616402

I was so honored to be nominated for DHr Advent this year and excited to write this silly romp of a story--which incidentally allowed me to to discover the "Belligerent Sexual Tension" tag on AO3!

Love to you all and Happy Christmas! xoxo ~ Scully

❄️❄️❄️

Chaperone Chaos, Mistletoe Madness: A Yule Ball Tale

Professors Malfoy and Granger hate each other. They're also chaperoning the Yule Ball, where Erotogenic Mistletoe makes a timely appearance.

Malfoy spun and thrust a finger in Hermione's face. "If McGonagall wasn't forcing this interdepartmental support rot because of the Triwizard Tournament, I swear to fucking Merlin I'd—"

"You'd what?" Hermione pitched forward until they were nose to nose. "Decline my help with your alchemical transfiguration process this spring and lose out on your annual potioneering award? Quid Pro Quo, Malfoy!" She flung the phial of slurry back at him and he caught it, long fingers closing over the glass.

Hermione stood for a beat, chest heaving with the sharp poke of regret.

"Give that back." She held out an imperative hand.

But Malfoy lifted the phial up and out of reach, silver eyes glowing with unholy light.

"Come and get it, Granger."

Hermione, forgetting she had a wand or any sense of decorum, lunged for him.

#dramione #dhr advent #christmas dramione #christmas fluff #banter #irritated to lovers

[giantologist]

Who's the most dexterous giant you have met? With giants being few and far between in the world of man, how much control do they have with their hands to create human sized crafts?

Greetings!

Giants as a whole are very dextrous compared to humans. Were we on the same scale, it would be comparable to being able to do surgery on a beetle. Their fingers are a lot more sensitive than our own, as tactile affection is important in their culture. They have learnt over generations to be precise and delicate so as to fit in with the small world in which they now exist.

I once knew a giant herbalist named Lucinda, and her command of her own fingers was superb. She could pick the fresh buds from a plant without damaging a single stem of old growth, and when I got a chest infection she delivered a hand sized glass phial of a tincture comprised of mullein, horehound, wild cherry and thyme that cleared me up in no time. I marvelled at how she had managed to fill the bottle, let alone deliver it to me without the thin glass cracking.

One may wonder at how such a thing is possible when giants are capable of such destruction. But, as you well know, that stigma is precisely what I endeavour to stamp out.

Professor J Finch

#queries

[ask-alsius-vafer]

*Montrose leans against the doorframe of the Hospital wing entrance with a half hazard knock, interrupting your work before you can protest*

Alsius, any shot you're free this weekend? A few of us are taking advantage of my home being empty...

.....And knowing this group, I suspect having a healer on site would not be such a bad idea.

Especially if a certain Slytherin gets her wishes...

[Alsius glances up from the phials he's labelling, smoothing the sticker over the glass as he quietly listens to Montrose dive straight into business. He is more than little surprised by the invitation, given he and Montrose aren't exactly close.]

That sounds...slightly ominous. This weekend? [mouth turns in a thoughtful frown, trying to recall his schedule] Sure...if you think my presence will be helpful, then I will plan to be there.

#als answers #andrew montrose

[misguidedasgardian]

The lovely Hallows (I.I)

I. Diagon Alley

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Your godmother takes you to buy your list of things for Hogwarts, is it a nightmare, luckily, you find your best friend 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic), reader is a reader insert EXCEPT FOR her last name, I need something to call her by, except for that, she is un-described 

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia (?), that is what i’m going to call for racism against muggles 😂😂with Draco we are going to have a lot of that

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes: I’m so excited for this, it took a lot of thinking because first they are children and it’s kinda boring, but I love Harry Potter! I’m a late Potterhead bloomer haha, anyways… here they are! 

Your godmother was more excited than you when she woke you up the very day before school starts. You needed to go to Diagon Alley to pick up your things for your first school year. So you got dressed in a nice skirt, blouse and sweater, and she grabbed your hand as you used the Flu powders inside the house’s chimney

The apparition was immediate and just like that, you were in Diagon Alley, your godmother immediately summoned a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped your face from any cinder or ash.

You had accompanied her to the Alley before, and you walked through the busy street as looked in awe at the owls, the wands and cauldrons, and this time, they will finally going to belong to you 

“I want nothing but the best for my little niece”, you heard your aunt speak out loud, “for her first year at Hogwarts”, many families were walking up and down the alley with smiles on their faces, many first years, and some older, you saw the Weasley family from afar, they were very identifiable with their bright red heads.

You entered the store they just left, for your books, as your godmother gave the list to the store clerk, and as he handed her the books, she started passing them on to your poor house elf that had come with you to help with the shopping. The pile of books became too much, surpassing the poor servant, and you had to take the rest, soon they surpassed you too.

And you exited the store without being able to look at anything.

Luckily Meek teleported itself back to your house, to leave the books, came back to you to grab yours and repeated the action.

“Thank you”, the elf didn’t speak much, he just nodded and apparated out and back again

“Can I get the nimbus 2000?”, you asked your godmother, “please? I’ve been saving coins…”

“You cannot my dear”, she said, pushing you down the street, “we were reminded that first years cannot bring their own broomsticks, maybe for next year”, and it sounded silly, but you wanted to cry, it meant that no quidditch for you

You bought in other stores the brass scale, a telescope (of course the black one with silver details), the cauldron and a beautiful set of antique crystal phials, now you were only missing your wand, and your familiar, and for the last one, you really wanted an owl, even though your godmother had given you that look, she preferred a cat, they were cleaner, but you promised you would clean after your owl.

So when you looked up at your godmother, and found her distracted speaking to an old friend she encountered, you took the opportunity to grab your small purse, and enter the first owlery that was closest to you. 

The store was a little bit run down, and you immediately got hit by a strong smell of bird waste and hay, and the hoots of the beautiful birds, you look at each and every one of them, they were big, small and medium sized, brown ones, even a beautiful snow white one… but a big set of orange eyes caught your eyes

“Are you here to choose your familiar little girl?”, an old man said behind a wooden desk, making you jump, “A owl?”, you nodded, enthusiastically, looking back at your aunt through the glass, she was still speaking to that friend, “Owls are fascinating creatures, very smart, and this ones are already trained to fetch letters and packages”, he said, he pointed to a Barn owl with huge black eyes

“Yeah, I love them”, you said, admiring the bird, but your gaze returned to a silvery cage, at the back of the store, as you looked closely, you noticed those enchanting orange eyes belonged to a big black owl, it’s feathers were ruffled, and she looked a little scruffy, but she was gorgeous, the store manager followed your gaze and smiled nervously

“She is… strange”, the Owl handler said, and you looked at him, “but you felt a bond didn’t you?”, and you nodded

“I want that one”, you said, and he only nodded, walking towards the back of the store and brought you the magnificent creature 

“She is a Southern white-faced owl, but with a strange condition that is called melanism, turn her feathers black you see”, he explained, and she was so beautiful, “Be careful little witch, she bites”, he said, concern when you opened her cage, and he was amazed when the bird let you touch her feathery head

“I’ll take her”, you said with a wide smile

You got out of the shop holding the cage with difficulty, and when you saw your godmother’s face, you knew you had made the right choice

“What is that?”, she asked, pointing at your familiar

“my owl, I just bought it, do you like it?”, you asked simply

“That is not…”, she wanted to fight you but when she saw your “innocent” smile, she knew it was a lost battle already, “I love her”, he said, with a weird fake smile, she sneaked a finger through the bars to pet her, and she bit her

“She bites”, I warned, clearly late, and she just scowled at me

“Let’s get going”, she said, losing her short patience, and you walked behind her, happily

“Miss, let me take that for you”, said Meek, the house elf sworn to your family, but to make the task easy, you opened the cage and let your own perch on your shoulder.

“Thank you”, you said with a shy smile, and then you directed your attention to your owl, how were you going to name her?

“Basilik!”, you heard, behind you, you turned to meet Draco, your very best friend

“Hey Draco”, you said, smiling softly, he reached you, walking down the alleyway, and his mother walked right behind him. 

“You got your familiar I see, my father bought me an Eagle Owl, fearsome creature”, he said 

Draco eyed your big black owl, with round orange eyes

“Weird creature”, he admired, you giggled

“Be careful!”, you warned, when you saw him try to pet her, “She…”

“Au!”, Draco whined, looking at his bloodied finger

“... bites”, you said, smiling apologetically. Draco just glared at your owl and changed sides, walking to your left 

“I heard we will have an unusual amount of mudbloods this year!”, he said, poking his tongue out in sign of disgust

“You are only acting like a tosser because you fear they might be better than you!”, you mocked, trying to change the subject. Draco was your best friend, but when he spoke like that of people, you felt guilty, your chest tightened, you didn’t liked it 

“Yeah sure”, he said bitterly

“Here children, let’s go to Olivander’s”, said Narcissa, grabbing you both by the back of your necks to lead you to the most famous wand maker in the country

The man didn’t even doubt when it came to Draco, he nodded signaling you both to wait with his bony finger, and he went looking for his wand in the back of the store, when he returned, he had in his hand an spotless black box, when it opened, it revealed a perfect shaped wand with a silver handle

“10 inches, hawthorn wood, unicorn core”, he resumed, offering the wand to Draco, he took it, you saw concentration in his hand and the entirety of the wand shined with a golden light. He nodded with a smirk, he had found his wand and it looked like Olivander had made it for himself especially, but you guessed that it was it felt like to everybody

When you looked at the wand maker, he was looking right at you.

“Let’s try this one”, he directed himself to a shelf behind him, he came back with a whitish box in his boney hands

I grabbed the wand he was offering me, it was strange looking, I gave it a wave and a complete book case fell off the wall. You gasped, dropping the wand like it burned 

“Too unyielding”, he said, not even surprised, “strange”, because I was with Draco, he believed me to be deserving of an unyielding wand? I didn't even know what that meant. He looked at you one more time, giving it some thought, and then he went to the back of the store. 

The wand he offered you looked like an ordinary branch picked up from under a tree, you grabbed it in your hand gently, you pointed at no place in particular, and the single flower that was in a pot nearby, died, like immediately, your owl in your shoulder hoot nervously, flapping its wings hitting you in the face 

“NO!”, he said quickly, taking the wand from your hand 

“Sorry”, I whispered, even if it wasn’t my choice. His cloudy eyes met your face one more time, he seemed to be deeply analyzing you

“Let’s see”, he said, waggling his finger, he grabbed a box from a pile on his desk, and he gave it to you, it was a dark brown wand, it look like two branches had come together, twirling, melted together, the handle had metallic details imbedded in the wood. It was quite breathtaking

You held it and you looked at it, you felt as it had a life on it’s own, and it had taken to you, it shined just like draco’s

“Funny”, the man muttered, looking at you through his piercing blue eyes, “I just sold one just like this one, to the little boy before you, it’s twelve and half inches, very pliant, maple wood, dragonstring core”, he resumed, “the maple wood is considered for adventurous wizards, it will polish and nurture  itself as greater it becomes, just like the witch learns new spells”, he said, and you felt pretty proud, this was your wand, it was pretty cool, and the dragonstring core it turned it even cooler 

“Thank you Sr”, you said with a wide smile, admiring your wand 

“Remember little witch, the wand chooses the wizard, this wand called me this morning, knowing her owner was close”, he smiled and you, and you thanked him

“What a bunch of bollocks”, mocked Draco just as you closed the door of Ollivander’s behind you, “you don’t believe that do you?”, he mocked

“I don’t know, sounds pretty cool to me”, you giggled. 

As we were walking down the street, Narcissa and my Godmother behind us, we almost collided with an entire family that was coming out of an old bookstore

“Careful!” 

“Auch!”

“Look where you are going!”, many words were exchanged, not in the best of tones and when you made sure your owl was still perched on your shoulder, you looked up and you found yourself meeting with the Targaryen family

“Targaryen”, greeted Draco, but squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose, like when he did when he didn’t like something in particular

“Malfoy”, the smallest of the three, Aemond, took a step forwards to face him

“Narcissa”, what it looked like to be their mother, showed up behind them, placing her trembling hands on the shoulders of her two older children

“Alicent dear”, you looked up at aunt Narcissa and she was wearing one of those fake smiles that made you cringe, like when you two had done something mischievous but we were in front of someone else and she had to wait to get home to punish us

“Draco has gotten so big”, admired the auburn haired woman, who look as constipated as Narcissa did, even though they were at her house only yesterday

“I believe your youngest starts tomorrow as well?”, she asked

“Yes, Aemond”, she said, “Well only little Daeron is left, but he will start next year”

You looked at the strange looking children, they had even more silver hair than Draco, you’ve hair it was a common trait amongst really pure blooded wizards. The only girl catch you staring and smiled at you, you smiled back

“I’m Helaena”, she was just in front of you so nobody else heard, “she is cute”, she said, she moved a finger to caress my still nameless owl and for your surprise, she didn’t try to bite her

“Thank you, I’m (Y/N)”, you said smiling

“I’m in Hufflepuff, but I think you are going to be in Slytherin”, she muttered

“How do you know?”, you whispered, but you were interrupted, as the adults were saying their goodbyes

“I’ll see you around”, the strange interacted ended before it began, and suddenly you were being dragged again by your Godmother trough Diagon Alley

“My father says they are all blood traitors”, Draco said mockingly, whispering in your ear

“What do you mean?”, you asked back

“They are known for associating with mudbloods and muggles”, he said with that disgusted face you feared was going to get stuck on his face. “Their older sister, Rhaenyra, married a mudblood, Harwin Strong”, he mocked, “It’s embarrassing really, is even more embarrassing the fact that they practiced inbreeding for many generations”, you didn’t know what to make of that 

“Oh”, you looked back to watch the three silver heads walking in the opposite direction, they didn’t look like traitors to you, they didn’t look weird to you, but you didn’t dare to say anything

“We have an appointment with the tailors, sweety”, called my Godmother, “to make your robes for school”, she said excitedly, squeezing your shoulders, “and for merlin’s sake, put that bird away!”, she screeched, Meek appeared by your side with the cage and you reluctantly gave away your owl. 

And you turned to one less busy street, and soon you were before an impressive seamstress shop, elegant and classy. A small bell rang when you entered, and behind a counter a lady with dark hair, glasses and a handmade suit were waiting for you

“Ah! Narcissa darling! so good to see you! Is that Draco? a good little man he has become”, her voice was thunderous and high pitched, it made you want to cover your ears

“Isn’t he? we are here to get his robes for his first years at Hogwarts”, she said proudly, and then, she looked down at you

“And who is this sweetling?”

“(Y/N) Basilik”, presented your aunt

“She is so delicious, come, come!”, 

And as this lady placed you and Draco in a literal pedestal and took your measures, pieces of fabric flied from the shelved and to your body, you giggled when a turmoil of thread, fabrics, and silver needled all guided by that woman dressed you in your school uniform

“Will they go to Slytherin?”, she asked

“Of course”, is the only thing you heard 

 Then Narcissa took you to a Belgium tea shop, where of course Draco and you indulged in Belgium chocolate, drinking it, and eating as much as you could.

And then your godmother took you home

You lived in her house, mansion more like it, your godmother was a close friend of your family, your mother’s sister, and she was named your godmother when you were born.

And when your parents died, she became your guardian, she took you in when you were barely a baby, your father on his side had no known relatives, and your mother only had her after her parents passed when you were little. And you were being raised in your family home.

She has given you a comfortable life, your family lineage on your mother’s side assure her, you and many generations to come would live comfortably without having to work a day in your life.

Your aunt liked to move in amongst pure-bloods, amongst wizarding royalty, and that is how you were brought up, with Draco as your best friend, living in luxury.

You liked this life

Your parents died when you were barely a baby, in the first Wizarding war, they said they were death eaters, but your aunt never liked to discuss it, and you didn’t want to even ask. You felt something was wrong, she’d say she will tell you about it when you are older 

So you never asked again.

Deep down you preferred, living comfortably in a gray line between wrong and right, light and darkness, goodness and evil

But you didn’t want to dwell on this.

Tomorrow, you started at Hogwarts.

School for witchcraft and wizardry

You were excited, so excited you could barely sleep.

Tomorrow your godmother was taking you to King Cross station to take the Hogwarts express, you always liked trains, you were looking forward to it.

You were longing to burst out of that bubbled your aunt has created around you, you wanted to meet new people, make friends, but most of able, you were dying to learn spells, use magic, make potions, you were looking forwards to it

Your owl hooted by the window where you placed her cage, and you looked at her huge orange eyes. How were you going to name her?

Umbra

It meant shadow in Romanian 

You liked that, she looked like a shadow, perched in her silver cage. 

You were so nervous you actually prepared everything for the next day, what you were going to wear, you prepared your trunk with all the things you had bought, you couldn’t wait, you were so excited.

Tomorrow, it was going to be the start of a new life. 

#misguidedhogwarts #slytherin house #slytherin!aemond #slytherin #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #harry potter crossover #harry potter fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfiction #hbo house of the dragon #house targeryen

[thesilicontribesman]

Mediterranean Glassware (1st to 5th Century CE), Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

#roman #greek #ancient culture #ancient living #ancient craft #glassware #roman glassware #glass #vase #phials #archaeology #relic #Cambridge

[once-upon-an-imagine]

I loved “Bent” and the small detail of the reader being sick all the time. Could you write a dialogue of Sirius and Regulus taking care of her when she is like SUPER sick (coughing,fever, throwing up, etc.)?

yeees! protective!Siri and protective!Reggie are my faves! 🥺 warning: sick reader and mentions of throwing up kind of a prequel to Bent

"Hey-"

"Shhh" Sirius told his little brother. "She just got back to sleep" he whispered as Regulus sat down next to him as you slept on Sirius' bed.

"I brought you some dinner" he said, giving him a full plate.

"I thought we would take turns" Sirius said.

"I knew you wouldn't go" Regulus replied. "How's she doing?"

"Well, her fever went down" Sirius told him. "She threw up once more but then she calmed down and I finally got her to sleep again" he explained.

"She's gonna be okay, Siri" Regulus said.

"I know" Sirius said, quietly. "It's just... why does it always have to be her? She gets the worst ones. It's never this bad when it's me and you-"

"That's kind of why it's always her" Regulus reminded him. "She has the weakest immune system out of all of us-"

"It's not fair!" Sirius complained.

"I know" Regulus told him. "I know it isn't, but there's nothing we can do except take care of her" he reminded him. "I brew a couple of potions for her, she can take them when she wakes up and she should be better by tomorrow" he told him, getting the phial out of his bag.

"I just... I wish there was something I could do to help her-"

"Sirius, are you joking?" Regulus chuckled. "You help her more than anybody. Even me. Every time she feels ill, you never leave her side. You have stayed up countless nights to monitor her fever and take care of her. You've missed classes, dates, and even Quidditch matches to stay with her and make sure she eats, and drinks and that she has everything she needs to feel better. She doesn't really want anyone else when she's like this" he explained. "Except maybe Lupin-"

"That's not funny" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Sooner or later you're gonna have to face the facts that they fancy each other" he laughed. "But my point is that you are the best brother that she could ever ask for. Both of us actually. Don't say that you don't do anything to help her because you are the one that does the most. You've always taken care of us since we were kids and she loves you so much" he insisted, making Sirius smile a little.

"Really?" he asked, nervously.

"Y-yes" they heard your hoarse voice coming from the bed. "Reggie's right" you smiled weakly as you tried to sit up.

"Hey, princess, slow down" Regulus said, standing up to help you.

"You should be getting some rest" Sirius said as you coughed.

"I've been doing nothing but rest, Siri" you said, grabbing the glass of water from the nightstand.

"How are you feeling?" Regulus asked.

"Well, my head doesn't hurt as much" you said, letting out a couple of coughs again. "Just sore throat" you told them.

"I brought some potions for you to take" Regulus said, giving you the phials.

"Do you need anything else?" Sirius asked as you took the potions.

"Yes, for you two to go to sleep" you said.

"Don't worry about us, princess, we're fine-"

"Sirius, you've been up for like two nights straight and I know that these potions take time" you said, looking at Regulus.

"But it's our job to take care of you" Regulus said.

"Riht, and it's mine to take care of you" you smiled. "I promise I don't feel so bad anymore, I'm just gonna go back to sleep" you told them.

"Fine" Regulus said, getting up. "I'll come back tomorrow" he told you. "Feel better, princess" he said before kissing your head.

"Love you, Reggie" you smiled.

"Love you too" he replied. "Night, Siri" he said, patting his brother on the back.

"You too" you said, looking at Sirius who rolled his eyes.

"Fine" he said, kissing your forehead before sitting on the bed he had built on the floor next to you. "But if anything happens-"

"I know, Siri, I wake you up" you repeated. "Just get some rest, please?"

"If you insist" he said, with his eyes already closed.

"Night, Siri" you smiled before you went back to sleep. "Love you" you said, yawning.

"Love you too" he said, almost asleep.

#marauders #marauders imagine #sirius black #regulus black #sirius balck imagine #regulus black imagine #sirius black x sister!reader #regulus black x sister!reader #sirius black dialogue #regulus black dialogue

[flurrys-creativity]

Accismus

accismus (n.) ~ feigning disinterest in something while actually desiring it

Pairing: Joshua Hong (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: Detective AU, Crime and Mystery, Angst, hints of fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: mentions of assassins, crime and evil schemes, talking about a poison and killing, descriptions of poison effects, no death, also Joshua being Joshua; Wordcount: 2.770

Summary: Joshua was an infamous detective, known to crack every case on his desk. The police hailed him, the underworld feared him and you were supposed to end him.

A/N: Around five or six years ago I wrote a version of this story with original characters, I nearly forgot about it (as I never finished it too) but as I wanted to write a detective!shua story the idea came back to me. Also this video (which is quoted within the story) made me write this all as fast as possible. Please enjoy this one shot!

You watched his back silently while he prepared some tea for the both of you. Only his soft humming and the boiling of water filled the otherwise silent office room. ‘If he knew why you were here’, you thought to yourself, ‘he wouldn’t be so calm.’

Joshua Hong, the infamous detective, known in every corner within this big town, highly praised by the law enforcement and hated by the underworld. The exact Joshua stood a mere metres away from you, a mere metres away from a hired assassin.

Indeed, some crime bosses had decided on getting rid of the detective before he could bust their businesses since he became a high threat with his sharp mind and quick thinking. Though getting rid of such a famous person turned out to be a lot more complicated than the crime bosses thought, and so they hired you.

The shadow of the underworld, a rumour whispered among the residents of the town, an angel of death. 

You picked at your cuticles and scanned the office around you for a moment. Only two doors led out of the room, one being the entrance and the other a small bathroom according to the blueprint of the building. In the middle of the room were two couches separated by a small coffee table. Opposite to the entrance door stood a desk with several papers on it. Another table with a tea set, coffee machine and boiler stood right underneath the large window front, where Joshua stood and looked outside as he waited for the water to boil.

The blinds of the windows were pulled down, yet you still made out the letters on the windows, telling everyone behind the glass was a detective’s office. The only other thing within this room was a coat rack next to the entrance door.

“So”, Joshua said and turned around with a small tray in his hands, “what may I help you with?” He smiled softly, shortly glancing up to your face, before he placed the tray down and made you a cup of tea. 

He looked so gentle and innocent, completely contradicting the fierce image his name held. He grabbed his own tea cup, blowing over the hot liquid as he looked over the rim of the cup to you.

“It will sound trivial”, you said, putting on your best act. You slightly shook your head, letting a smile play over your lips while you looked down at the cup in your hands. “I’m sure my father had an affair.” You looked up through your eyelashes, wondering how the infamous detective would react. When he only nodded, inkling you to continue, you spoke up again: “I know you solved far more bigger cases and I truly want to apologise for coming with something so stupid to you, but I’m sure my father had another child. He said something ominous before he died and I couldn’t shake it off. I might have a sibling out there and I want to find them as they’d be my only living family now.”

Joshua hummed and nodded along to your explanation. “I see. Let me get something to write.” He placed his cup on the table and stood up, walking to his desk and rummaging through it. 

You quickly slipped your hand into your purse and pulled a tiny phial out of it, opening it as fast as possible and dropping the clear liquid into his cup of tea.

For a moment you looked at the phial in your hand, unsure what kind of poison it was exactly. You only got it from your client and agreed on using this instead of any other method or poison in that case.

You were well versed in quite a few ways of killing, ranging from strangulation over shooting up to poisoning. Usually though you had your own poisons, knowing exactly the dosage you needed for a job or what kind of poison would be most sufficient.

When Joshua turned back around with a pen and a writing pad, you hurriedly pushed the phial back into your purse, looking at the detective, who looked as calm as ever.

“Could you repeat some of the details again?” 

You stared at him, needing a second to recall the excuse you had used of being here in the first place. “Are you sure you want to take this case? I really don’t want to bother you with something like that.” 

Joshua placed the pen down on the writing pad and grabbed his cup of tea again, swirling the liquid inside of it around. For a second you feared he noticed something, getting stiff while wrecking your mind how to finish the job otherwise. “It’s not trivial or stupid if it bothers you”, Joshua said after drinking from the cup and placing it back on the table. 

You slumped back down into the cushions, relief momentarily spreading through your body. With him drinking from the cup you could consider your job done. You could simply leave now, saying you changed your mind, but something held you back.

Joshua picked the pen up again and twirled it between his long, slender fingers. He watched you intently, the soft smile never leaving his lips. 

Something felt off but you couldn’t put a finger on it. So you simply retold your excuse adding more details to the story this time. You checked the time over and over again, waiting for the effects of the poison to set in. You even drank from your own, hoping the detective would mirror your actions and drink some more as well.

After you finished telling him everything you could think of, Joshua started twirling the pen again as he read over the notes he had scribbled down. He hummed several times. 

You flinched when he dropped the pen, his hands suddenly cramping up. Both of you looked quite surprised, gazes following the pen that rolled over the floor. “Are you alright?” You asked, noticing Joshua didn’t try to get the pen. You carefully stood up and grabbed the pen, kneeling next to Joshua as you observed his face.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, brows furrowing slightly while the smile on his lips turned into a tiny pout. Small pearls of sweat appeared on his forehead and temple. Joshua inhaled shakily and pulled at his tie, loosening it a little. 

You contemplated whether you should stay until the detective succumbed to the poison or you should leave and just let it be since you saw the effects already. Musing they gave you a slow spreading poison you decided to leave. “I think, I should go”, you murmured and placed the pen on the table as you stood up and walked to the coat rack.

You were about to open the door after you got your jacket, when a large hand slammed the door shut again. You jumped and turned around, seeing Joshua standing incredibly close to you. 

He panted heavily, eyes slightly hazy as he tried to focus on you. Joshua kept his hand against the door, basically trapping you between it and himself. “If you go now”, he breathed, “they will kill you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you stumbled backwards until your back hit the door. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you laughed quietly, shaking your head and schooling your expression again to play the innocent client.

“I know who you are”, Joshua scoffed and shut his eyes shortly before he focused his intense gaze back on you, “angel of death.”

You froze, heart pounding within your chest. Your thoughts raced through your mind, trying to find some sort of explanation or wicked scheme to get out of this situation again. But it all came back to the question of how he could know. 

Nobody knew your face. Your targets were dead and couldn’t tell on you. They would be the only ones to see your face. Whenever you had a job you got messages via a special phone, which was stored inside a locker at the station. Same with special requirements, you always made sure whatever you had to take with you was dropped off at some spot where you picked it up after you made sure nobody was around. In conclusion there was no way Joshua could know who you were.

“Angel of death?” You tried hard to sound extremely surprised by the name. You stared at Joshua’s pale face, observing the tiniest reactions from him. “Isn’t that just a rumour some bored teenagers made up?”

Joshua groaned, his head dropping slightly. His breaths were laboured and you noticed his whole body shaking. “I swear to god.” Joshua growled lowly. “You’re done, Yoon Jeonghan.”

You piped up again, having heard that name before. He was a renowned broker in town. Jeonghan was a neutral person in the eyes of any evil within the area. Everyone knew he had shady business with basically all the clans and gangs but nobody could ever prove a thing. 

“What does he have to do with this?”

Joshua raised his head again, bleary eyes capturing your gaze. Before he could say anything though, he lost the strength in his legs.

You were quick to catch him, barely able to support his form. It almost felt like an impossible task to guide him back to one couch, dropping his limp body on the soft surface. You instinctively placed your hand on his sweaty forehead. “You’re burning up”, you mumbled and placed your jacket over his torso as an improvised blanket. 

You stood next to his shivering body, looking down on him in thought. Once again you thought about simply leaving and considering the job done but something about this man intrigued you. There swirled several questions around your head that needed to be answered by him.

As you got to a decision, Joshua grabbed your wrist and held you back. “Don’t leave”, he croaked out before he lost consciousness. His breaths were ragged and shallow while his body continued to tremble violently every other minute.

“I’ll come back soon”, you promised despite knowing he wouldn’t hear you anyway. With that you left the office to get to your apartment.

Since you worked with poisons you had a small kit to mix antidotes in case you would accidentally poison yourself. You wanted to get that kit as well as some instant food and return back to the office. The minute you had left Joshua alone you felt on edge and you wanted to change that as fast as possible.

About an hour later you got back to the detective’s office. You closed the door behind you silently and turned back to the couch. Though Joshua wasn’t on the couch anymore.

Panic spread through your whole system as you stepped closer, seeing your jacket on the ground. You even checked behind the couch but Joshua was nowhere to be seen. You placed the kit and instant food on the small coffee table and paced around the room. 

Once again your thoughts ran wild, thinking of all the possibilities that could unfold from this situation. “What if he got back up and called the police? He could create a phantom drawing of me. My existence would be…” You ran your hands through your hair, freaking out more and more. “Or maybe one of the gang members broke into the office and kidnapped him. They could try and make an example out of him. How should I get my answers then?”

As you were on the verge of desperation the bathroom door opened and a dripping wet detective stepped out of it, leaning his shoulder against the door frame. 

“We,” he spoke up, getting your attention, “as human beings have this tendency to imagine the worst case scenario when something doesn’t go the way we want or expect. But rather than dwelling on what could go wrong or turn worse instead gently guide your thoughts to something more positive. It could be something small, just something that makes you smile without fail. Life will always be filled with stressful moments but you can always choose to see something positive through it all. It will be okay.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, disbelief written all over your face. Several seconds passed before you laughed dryly and shook your head, still not believing what you just heard and what you were seeing at the moment. “You’re drenched”, you stated matter of factly.

Joshua shrugged with his shoulders, the soft smile that curled up the edges of his mouth back on his face again. “I had to cool down a bit.”

“Fully clothed?”

He shrugged with his shoulders again but raised one hand, motioning for you to wait. Joshua stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he came out of the room again, wearing a bathrobe instead of his drenched clothes. He pushed his wet hair back and walked over to the couches, sitting down and staring up at you. “I assume you have some questions on your mind.”

You laughed mirthlessly. “‘Some’ is good.” Still you sat on the couch opposite of him again, eyes never leaving him. “What happened while I was gone?”

“I already told you that”, Joshua said and grinned in amusement. “I woke up, felt hot and had to cool down a bit.”

“And now you’re all better?”

He scrunched his nose momentarily and then shook his head. “I still feel a little numbness in my limbs and my head feels like I’m having a massive hangover.”

You blinked several times, feeling confused that the effect of the poison didn’t seem as bad as you thought. 

“You’re probably wondering why I’m still alive.”

“Besides some other things I’m wondering about too, yeah.” By now you had decided to drop the act. There was no use pretending to be someone else. You just had to decide whether you’d kill him after you got your answers to keep your identity safe or not.

“You always have to be prepared, be ahead of your opponent by a few steps.” Joshua leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I knew one of the criminal bosses would decide to eventually kill me and their best option was using the infamous shadow of the underworld, the angel of death. So I arranged a few things beforehand with some affiliates. One of them being Jeonghan, who swapped the deadly poison with something - according to him - harmless.”

“You knew from the beginning?” You asked, flabbergasted by the revelation you just heard. All your precautions and preparations had been useless. 

Joshua tilted his head from side to side. “Not knowing, no”, he said and tapped his lower lip, “I knew after I came back with the pen and wanted to drink some tea. Before that it was only a feeling. My instincts if you will.”

“Then why am I still here and not behind bars?” You leaned back on the couch, crossing your arms in front of your chest in a defensive manner. “Also why aren’t you worried about the fact I could throw the plan overboard and just kill you my way?”

“Because I have something to offer you.”

You raised an eyebrow, watching him sceptically. What good could a detective, loyal to the law, offer an assassin like yourself?

“I want you to work with me”, Joshua offered, “as my partner.”

You tried feigning disinterest, fearing accepting such an offer would be a mistake. Yet it sounded too good to be true. “Why?”

“Someone with your skills could give valuable input in a case and help solve it faster.” Joshua noticed your hesitation as well as the desire to simply accept. Once again he smiled softly and stretched one hand out towards you. “It will be okay”, he repeated his reassurance from earlier. “You’ll be okay. I promise. And if stress creeps up on you again-” his warm eyes lulled you further into his world “-just remember to breathe, take my hand and know you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

A small pout played over your lips as your gaze switched between his face and his hand. “If I just get the hint of something bad coming from you, I’ll end you.”

“You won’t.”

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes for a second. When you opened them again you locked eyes with him, searching one last time for any hint of deceit. As you found none you placed your hand in his, accepting his offer.

“Fine.”

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[lady-merian]

1, 11, 13, 15, 21, & 25, please?

Song of the year:

Another I listened to on repeat was Hill of Thieves by Cara Dillon :D

11. Something you want to do again next year?

Finish an Inklings Challenge story? ;)) finish a significant writing thing of any kind? XD

13. How was your birthday this year?

Excellent! It was so relaxing and I got some lovely messages and had great food.

15. What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Hmmm. Whether I picked it up this year or last is a question, but I’ve gotten too comfortable about complaining about things with coworkers in the back, and it hasn’t helped >.>

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

I put fairy lights up in my room, and for such a small thing they’ve added a lot to my space :D I tried to turn a bench near a window into a window seat, but it hasn’t been as useful as I expected. My room is among the hottest in the summer, so I have heavy shades to try to keep out as much of the heat of the day as possible. This results in not much light, but it’s worth it when it comes to controlling the temperature, so that’s a whole season where I get out of the habit of using it.

25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one.

I was going to say the only wholly new character this year is Namhaid, the dragon in last year’s Inklings Challenge, but that didn’t seem fair since he was imagined before last year. Then I remembered this part:

I noticed one girl a little younger than Tiffany with a cloak that had a pin shaped like a lion’s head, a knife at her belt, and a small glass phial at her side. With her there was a young man with the horns of a goat sprouting from his curly head. 

and how though they don’t play a role beyond confusing Sir Uriah a bit and entertaining the reader while Tiffany is mysteriously scouting ahead, I imagined a bit of a story behind these two even if I didn’t so much as name them. They’re brother and sister, and while she went all out with her Lucy cosplay, he went very light on his Tumnus cosplay and refused to wear a scarf. He wore a red T-shirt instead.

Thanks for the ask!

#Meri lore #Oops forgot to thank people for the asks before #Ask game answers

[outofthiisworld]

[🧪] 00:00

Doc’s wristwatch beeped. It was midnight, a fact much harder to distinguish when out in the outer reaches of space.

It had been… a long day. Evident by that crick in his neck and a migraine which pounded against his skull. Doc unclenched his jaw as a jab of pain shot through his gums— a nasty habit, one he hadn’t been able to shake. He breathed in deeply, and it breathed out hollow as it trembled. An unsteady grip ran through his tangled hair and slipped off the goggles that pressed so taut against his forehead.

ATLAS’s corridor halls had been quiet (always too damn quiet) as the old doctor stared off into the beyond, just outside the viewport glass.

As his mind all but drifted to the lull of the void; a chilled, metallic hand touched the shoulder of his lab coat.

“Hoho! Don’t be so alarmed, Joseph.” A laugh. A rasped, resonant laugh in the face of fear. “It is only I.”

‘Yeah, no shit— THAT’S the problem,’ <- the thought hadn’t dared be uttered as Doc turned his head toward the hushed speaker (only to wince at that damned crick in his neck).

FATHER NECROSIS peered outside the viewport right beside Doc. He was a touch smaller than the chief physician, but what Necrosis lacked in height, he made up for in presence.

Covered head to toe in garb that mimicked a plague doctor, along with mechanical pauldrons with phials bolted in that pumped who knows what to who knows where— not a sliver of skin was bare as he donned a metallic mask whose filters reverberated a heavy voice.

Father Necrosis’s very own face remained on of ATLAS’s greatest mysteries, and Doc had decided the very first day he met Father Necrosis: he never wanted to know.

“How do you fare tonight? You look… tired. Rest is important, you know.”

“Uh— I’m… alright, I’m okay.”

“Good, good.”

A moment passed. The graveyard of stars outside had not moved.

“Well,” Doc faked a yawn, all with a stretch and everything before he clapped his hands together. “It’s getting late, you know how it is, don’t want to burn the midnight oil any lo—”

“You’ve been teaching GHOST-713 how to speak.”

Another moment passed. The graveyard of stars outside still had not moved, but the pit in Doc’s stomach? Oh, how it twisted.

“Have you not?”

“I have.”

The two men had not moved.

“Hm. Novel. But so… charming. I commend your executive decision.”

He… had?

“Wh— you do?”

“Why, of course~.” Father Necrosis hummed. “To hear its experiences from itself; perhaps that will be the key to unveiling the inner machinations of its core— what had you coined it, again? Ectoplasm? Yes… why, it’s so simple. Admittedly: I am shocked it had not come to my mind first.”

Doc nodded and a mumbled thank you was shared, which Necrosis only nodded in return. Neither of their sights moved from the glass viewport.

“Of course, between you and I—” Father Necrosis tilted his head, closer to Doc, but the empty glow of his masked eyes remained focused on the reflection through the glass. “— I am curious how her voice will sound, more than anything.”

Doc had not moved. After a moment, The Upper Echelon turned away.

“Good night, Joseph.”

#📝 … drabble #🧪... ic #//lil sneak peak at what all my mutuals who have an ATLAS au with me get to deal with eventually #//edit 3.19.24: fixed and tweaked the past tense verbage and updated character voices!

[ebaeschnbliah]

‘In this phial is caught the light of Eärendil's star’

`And you, Ring-bearer,' she said, turning to Frodo. `I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.' She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. 'In this phial,' she said, `is caught the light of Eärendil's star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror! '

Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful, but no longer terrible. He bowed, but found no words to say.

Now the Lady arose, and Celeborn led them back to the hythe. A yellow noon lay on the green land of the Tongue, and the water glittered with silver. All at last was made ready. The Company took their places in the boats as before. Crying farewell, the Elves of Lórien with long grey poles thrust them out into the flowing stream, and the rippling waters bore them slowly away. The travellers sat still without moving or speaking. On the green bank near to the very point of the Tongue the Lady Galadriel stood alone and silent. As they passed her they turned and their eyes watched her slowly floating away from them. For so it seemed to them: Lórien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world.

Even as they gazed, the Silverlode passed out into the currents of the Great River, and their boats turned and began to speed southwards. Soon the white form of the Lady was small and distant. She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen in the lap of the land. Then it seemed to Frodo that she lifted her arms in a final farewell, and far but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient tongue of the Elves beyond the Sea, and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not comfort him.

Yet as is the way of Elvish words, they remained graven in his memory, and long afterwards he interpreted them, as well as he could: the language was that of Elven-song and spoke of things little known on Middle-earth.

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni ómaryo airetári-lírinen. Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva? An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë, ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë; ar sindanóriello caita mornië i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë. Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar! Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!

`Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! ' Varda is the name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth.

Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light of Lórien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again.

The gifts for:  

Boromir, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam: ‘I have brought in my ship gifts’

Aragorn: 'Now it is time to drink the cup of farewell.'

Gimli: `And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?'  

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Farewell to Lórien

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JRR Tolkien reads ‘Namárië ’:

‘Namárië ’ - setting by Donald Swann, sung by William Elvin, recorded 1967:

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