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What ocs would kin who in inscryption?
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i feel like ivy best works for grimora? which is really funny because the problem with ivy in this context is that she's, uh.
she's normal. and as i'm sure you're aware nobody in inscryption is normal! they have the same energy of a warm and welcoming presence and just generally being very kind and polite but ivy isn't like That. you know? like waking up in the morning isn't a disappointment. i can't really think of anyone else she works well for though so grimora it is! sorry ivy </3
as for miaki, i can't really imagine anyone other than lonely wizard.. she's not really that level of unhinged or anything like that, but there aren't really any characters i can think of that match her energy fully. i guess p03 a little bit??? maybe??? android miaki would be kinda cool. but so would batshit wizard miaki. speaking of!
kyp is g0lly. i don't even need to question this, this feels like the laws of this land, it feels like the natural being for kyp to inhabit, it just. it feels right. they're both innocent and clueless and they want to learn about what they can. it's perfect.
camille... camille was kind of a tough one. i was thinking the woodcarver cuz of the similar "few words many thoughts" type of behaviour. aside from that, i'm not really sure.
now amelia has the same problem as ivy but in a completely different way. the problem with amelia is that she's TOO unhinged. nobody matches her levels. i could swap ivy and amelia but that would imply that amelia is nice to people which she isn't. leshy might be a good option? he's nowhere near her levels of unhinged but there IS the blood motif and the shit with sacrifices. idk, it's the best i got
and as for nienna, i was thinking maybe rebecha? she has to deal with too much shit in canon, might as well give her a break by making her just a bystander to everyone else's chaos. her only job now is to fix bridges!
#inscryption#wisteria - ivy tag#peony - miaki tag#stargazer - kyp tag#lavender - camille tag#bloodroot - amelia tag#buttercup - nienna tag#skids rambles
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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Four
draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series
warnings: draco opening his big mouth, some strong language
wc: 3183
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Chapter Four: Draught of the Living Dead
The strangest Christmas had to end with the strangest night, and no other night got much weirder than this. After you were done stargazing, you helped Draco clear away the mess before heading to your room for the night. You share a rather awkward goodnight before separating, and now you were staring at the spare clothes Draco had put out for you. It was just sweatpants and a jumper, but they belonged to him, and it felt wrong putting them on. At this point, however, your body had consumed enough alcohol and unhealthy snacks to last a lifetime, and bed sounded like a good option right now.
Slipping on the clothes, you could tell immediately that it wasn't cheap fabric. You crawled into the giant king-size bed, and the covers surround you as you sigh deeply, head hitting the pillow and eyes closing. Today had been long and full of surprises, and you were ending it in a spare bedroom inside Malfoy Manor. You open your eyes, your mind suddenly alive with thoughts, and see that it was snowing outside once again.
"Weirdest Christmas break ever," you mutter to yourself, watching the snowfall as your eyes grew heavier, and heavier.
When Boxing Day broke, you were up and in the same dress as yesterday when you followed your memory back to the drawing room. Draco was already awake, sitting with a book and a tray of tea. He looks up when you darken the doorway and smiles sheepishly.
"Morning," he says, his voice a little deeper from sleep, "you can help yourself."
"Morning," you repeat back, taking a seat on the couch opposite and pouring a cup. It was English Breakfast, just nice and simple to start the day. You hum as the warm substance coats your throat and tastes both earthy and refreshing.
"Sleep alright?" he asks you, continuing to read as he did.
"Yes, thanks," you say, placing the cup and saucer down, "I better be going soon though, mother will be worried if I don't get back."
He just nods slowly, fiddling with the page of his book and bouncing his leg. He seemed a little nervous, or off, and you didn't think staying much longer was a good idea. It was all a little too intimate towards the end of the night, and just thinking about to two of you stargazing and sharing life stories made you a little hot in the face. Perhaps he was feeling the same.
"Thanks for putting me up," you said, drinking the rest of the tea and slipping your coat on, "I had a nice time. I'll see you in a couple of days for the last potion?"
He closes his book and places it down on the coffee table, resting his elbows on his knees and smiling thinly across at you.
"No worries," he says, rubbing his hands together and looking elsewhere, "I had a good time too."
You smile, mostly to yourself, at how rubbish he is when it comes to conveying any kind of feeling.
"Good. Well, I'll be seeing you. Thanks again."
Getting up to leave, you take your bag and ready your wand, just getting past the doorway when you turn back to see he was staring ahead into the fire.
"Bye, Draco."
His head snaps towards you, clearly having been in a trance just now, and he stands, shoving his hands in pockets and rocking a little. So many nervous tendencies.
"Yeah, bye, Y/N. See you in a few days."
When you were gone, he relaxed his shoulders and felt tension leave his entire body. All night long he'd been thinking about how close you had gotten to seeing him, how easy it was to tell you things under the night sky like he'd known you his entire life. In a matter of days, you had gone from being a mere project partner to sharing a moment he wouldn't have with just anybody. Had it bothered him? Perhaps. Was he worried that you were becoming a constant and he didn't know how to deal with that? Definitely. Draco didn't have many of those, so the first sign of anything becoming more than a fleeting moment scared the living hell out of him.
Your mother wasn't exactly happy when you showed up at the door the next morning in the same dress. She gave you a long lecture about keeping her informed, no matter the time you should send her an owl with your whereabouts. She went on about how the Malfoy family weren't exactly golden, and that she isn't surprised their son had kept you out all night without letting your poor mother know what you were doing. You had tried to explain that nothing was out of the ordinary, you only stayed because it was late, and Draco was kind enough to lend you a bed for the night.
"Mother, I stayed in a separate room, three bedrooms away from his," you spelt out for the hundredth time, "we just hung out, that was it. Stop making a big deal out of it."
"You were gone all night and not a single word from you," she waved the spatula she was cooking eggs with right in your face, "what am I supposed to think? He's a young boy, after all."
You visibly cringe at what your mother was trying to imply, but as soon as you began justifying yourself again, she dismissed the conversation and told you to get changed. You were happy to.
After a much-needed shower, you brush through your hair at your vanity, an old polaroid of you and Hermione stuck in the corner of the frame catching your attention. You smile widely, taking it and looking at the captured memory. She was wearing Harry's Quidditch jumper, and you were wrapped up in a Gryffindor scarf after one of their victory matches, butterbeer bottles in your hands and arms around each other. You wonder what she'd say if she knew what you were doing last night, and you could hear her in your head.
"Malfoy?" she would say, "are you serious, Y/N? He's a total moron."
You laugh to yourself, placing the picture back in its rightful spot and putting your chin in your hand. Maybe you wanted to be Draco's friend. Maybe he was fun to be with last night and you'd like to do it again. Would it matter if you did? He's just a boy. There isn't anything stopping you from getting to know him, other than himself, which has proven to be difficult. One more potion and then you can go your separate ways and never speak again if you so wanted.
If only that thought didn't make you feel a little sad.
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A day passed and you soon found yourself back in Draco's kitchen, stirring ingredients he was preparing into the cauldron. Upon your arrival it was him that greeted you at the door that morning and not the tiny house elf. He had also gone to the trouble of brewing tea and offering you leftover Christmas cake, which you nibbled on happily as you stirred. He seemed a bit more relaxed than when you left him on Boxing Day, but then again so were you. Perhaps you both just needed time to process that night.
"So," he starts to say, "did your mother murder you?"
"Well, if she did, she's done a bad job, hasn't she?" you joke, and Draco snorts quietly, "she gave me a long lecture about being out late and not owling her. That's about it."
"Was she mad that you were with me?"
You look up from the delicious Christmas cake to see he's chopping away at some Valerian root.
"No, not at all," you lie a little, knowing that your mother was mostly narked about the fact it was a Malfoy that had kept you out, despite it being her idea you go in the first place, "she was just annoyed because you're a boy."
"That I'm a boy?"
"Yeah, you know," you go on, popping some icing into your mouth, "all mothers are the same, as soon as a boy is in the equation, they immediately think something's going on."
Draco looked a little perplexed, but then the realisation hit him.
"Oh," he laughs, "she thinks we're a thing? That's hilarious."
"Hilarious?" you repeat, looking across at him sniggering to himself. His choice of words had started a little fire in your chest, and you needed him to explain what was so amusing.
"Don't you think so?" he continues, scooping up the Valerian root and adding it to the mixture. No, in a matter of fact you didn't find it funny. You had always thought yourself rather interesting if you were honest.
"No?" you say, sounding more like a question, "what's so funny about dating someone like me?"
He looks up at you over the cauldron, still smiling, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Did I say that?"
"Well, you said it was hilarious to imagine so I just want to know how, exactly."
"You're taking it to heart," he says, waving a dismissive hand, "you know what I meant. We're just friends. Seems weird to think otherwise."
You huff in annoyance as he goes back to the chopping board to clean it. You watch him with narrowed eyes, and he feels it.
"What's wrong now?"
"You've dated girls like Parkinson," you go on, and hear him audibly sigh, "don't you think that is hilarious?"
"Look, just forget I said anything, alright?" he said agitatedly.
"No, actually," you say a little louder, gaining his attention from the sink, "I think I'm a rather good option, even if you don't."
He runs his hands through his hair and turns to face you fully, a look of exasperation on his face.
"What do you want me to say? Do you want a compliment?"
"Excuse me?" you bite back, "of course not, especially not from you."
"Then what?"
"Honesty," you cross your arms and stand up straight, knowing that this was about to get messy, and you were going to end up hurt, "what do you honestly think about me?"
He goes to argue with you, you could see that, but instead he bites his lip and lets out a deep sigh.
"I wouldn't go for you, no," he admits, but something doesn't feel right about what he's saying, and when you're face drops slightly, he wants to take it back, "we don't mix well, you know that. Besides, you're not like the other girls I've dated."
"What do you mean?" you push, feeling your palms get sweaty and heart heavy from the rejection you didn't know would bother you so much. He hesitates, looking for the right words and finding nothing. You stare at him with a hint of hurt.
"Well, you know, you're a lot more bookish," he shrugs, "and I go for girls that are more, I don't know, fun, I guess."
He immediately regrets that because you scoff lightly and turn away from him. He'd upset you, that was obvious. But he wasn't lying, you were different, and not in the way he was making it sound. Draco is just terrible when it comes to conversation.
"Right, I see," you say softly, going back to stirring, "my fault for asking."
"I didn't mean it in a bad way," he started saying, but realised he was fighting a lost cause and instead went back to washing his cutting board, "you just take stuff way too seriously."
No answer, but the silence was deafening. Why did you have to ask him? You had a clear idea about what he was going to say. Wine talks for you, and besides, you didn't even like him like that. The two of you had just become friends, what would his opinion on your attractiveness mean to you?
A whole lot, apparently.
The rest of the afternoon went by slowly, taking it in turns to stir the mixture and write up notes. No more than four words had been exchanged between you since, but Draco was itching to get you to talk to him again. He felt so terribly guilty every time he looked at your face. Just a few days ago he was staring at you and drunkenly thinking how pretty you were up close, and then how nice the moonlight looked against your skin and how he wanted to see you more, and more and then he woke up feeling nauseous from the number of complicated feelings. Draco could barely look at you that morning, and he worried that you had noticed his strange behaviour, but you had no idea how much you had invaded his mind that night. It was sickening, in fact. He doesn't see you that way. He wants to be friends with you, and right now it felt like he'd blown his chances. Clearing his throat, you stop note taking to glance up at him sitting beside you.
"I get why you aren't talking to me," he says, and you could see how much his brain was working to make sure he didn't say anything to make it worse, "but I didn't mean to offend you. Whoever you end up with will be, uh, very lucky. Yeah. They will."
You raise your eyebrow, not looking entirely satisfied with his attempt at an apology. He tries to think of something else to say, anything to make this situation end, but you're still looking at him like he's completely missing the point.
"Are you still mad at me?" he tries asking, but you just sigh and close your notebook, swivelling in your chair to face him fully. He suddenly looks very nervous, like you're about to yell at him.
"No," you say, smiling lightly, "I guess I was asking for it. Don't feel bad for telling me the truth, I don't even know what I was expecting."
He looks a little relieved, and his shoulders slump slightly.
"Still buds?"
You giggle, and it makes him smile. How come he smiles when you giggle? Is that weird? Is this turning into something he can't handle? His neck starts to feel hot, but then you get up off your stool and stand before him, opening your arms wide and suddenly he can't breathe anymore.
"What are you doing?"
"We're friends," you say simply, "friends hug things out."
He's hesitant for a long moment, and you begin to look disheartened and start lowering your arms, but his mind is racing and all he can think to do is pull you in to avoid upsetting you again. You fall against him, arms wrapping around his neck and body flush with his. He rests his chin on your shoulder, tugging his arms around your waist and holding you there between his legs. It starts off a little awkward, but then he calms, letting out a deep breath and relaxing against you. You feel his body untense, his muscles aren't taught, and he seems... comfortable. You rest your head against his lightly, testing the waters, but he doesn't move away. In fact, you stay like that for longer than anticipated. Draco's jumper is soft, and you like being in his arms, but that thought soon makes your hands sweat and heart race and suddenly you're breaking away and he's looking at you, so close, his hands still on your waist and it's all so intense and the room is hot and you a become fumbling, stuttering mess.
"I just, uh, I need the um, the bathroom?"
"First door on the left," he directs, somewhere between scratching his neck, putting his hands in his pockets, and tugging his hair. You rush off, leaving him alone in the kitchen, shutting the bathroom door behind you as if he'd been chasing you down the hallway. Falling back against it, you catch your breath, heart slamming against your ribcage. It was just a friendly hug, you tell yourself, what on earth is wrong with you?
Draco leans back against the kitchen counter, feeling like someone had just sucked the air out of his lungs momentarily. Did he make you upset you again? Was him being comfortable making you uncomfortable? His mind is going in circles, thinking about how snug you fit against him and then vigorously shaking his head as if the thought will just tumble out of his ear. In the midst of his confusion, the most putrid smell starts invading his senses, and then he remembers.
"Shit, the potion," he practically sprints around the counter to the bubbling cauldron, peering inside to see a gloopy, grey mess occurring in place of your Draught of the Living Dead.
"Oh fuck," he curses under his breath, grabbing any utensil handy to scoop out the lumps of congealed goop. It smelt so horrid he pulled his jumper over his nose and continued to rid the potion of the mess, until it looked somewhat like it should. With a sigh of relief, he binned the disgusting clumps and goes back to stirring it. In the bathroom, you were patting your face dry after splashing yourself with water ten times to try and get your act together when you started to smell it. Almost skidding around the doorway to the kitchen, you see Draco attending to the potion with his nose covered.
"What is that smell?" you ask, gagging slightly the closer you got to the cauldron.
"We'd left it too long without checking," Draco mumbles through his jumper, "don't worry, I think I've saved what I could of it."
"Do you think it's okay to submit?" you pinch your nose to avoid smelling it.
"It's fine, I think," Draco mumbles again, "let's just bottle it and call it a day."
You gather a glass vial and hold it underneath the cauldron as Draco pours the substance in. There's still a faint smell of roasted ferret, but you both choose to ignore it. Once that was done and put away with the others, you both begin clearing away. This was the last time you had to see one another, anything after this was voluntary. You keep looking over at him scrubbing away at the cauldron, wishing you could get inside his head, just once.
He passes over your coat as you're packing your books away, and you thank him softly, pulling your arms through the sleeves and placing your bag on your shoulder. He walks you out, like he has before, and the giant Christmas tree is still lighting up the entryway when you head to the door for the last time.
"Well, this was better than I expected," you tell him, and he chuckles, "you're not a bad potion partner, Malfoy."
"Neither are you, Y/L/N," he plays along, leaning against the doorframe as you stand in the cold beyond it. There's a moment of silence where you just look at one another.
"I guess I'll see you at school?"
He nods slowly.
"See you at school."
You're almost down the steps and into the open, ready to apparate when he calls for you again.
"Y/N," you turn to see him stood in the huge doorway, shoving his hands into his pockets, "thanks. And have a good new year, yeah?"
You smile at him, small specks of snow falling onto your hair. He thinks it looks nice, you, standing in the snow, smiling at him like that. His mouth curls into a lopsided smile.
"Have a good new year, Draco."
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The Wellies Make Waffles
Today is Mother’s Day in the United States. Early this morning, the WellieWishers tiptoed into the kitchen to make a surprise breakfast for Grannie!
Grannie is Willa’s grandmother, but she’s also an honorary grandmother to Willa’s Friends Ashlyn, Camille, Emerson, and Kendall. Grannie and Willa’s mama, Kendra, own and operate Canyon Creek Guest Ranch, and both of them work so hard all week. They take visitors on horseback trail rides, wagon rides, host stargazing events, make dinner over a bonfire, maintain hiking trails, and help people enjoy a relaxing visit surrounded by beautiful high desert landscapes.
Sometimes Willa and her sisters often like to help in the kitchen. So it was Willa’s idea to make breakfast for Grannie, and she was pretty sure she knew how to make waffles. Or at least, she had seen it done. All five of the girls could figure it out as they go along, right? It couldn’t be that difficult.
They brought out the pink mini waffle maker from the cupboard, and they all gathered around it to stare at it as Willa plugged it in and switched it on.
“How do we get the waffles in it?” Willa wondered.
Kendall had an idea. “We need to make the batter,” she said, and got the box of pancake and waffle mix from the pantry.
Kendall likes to make arts and crafts, so she kind of figured it was like making slime. She added a bit of water to the mix until it looked soft and splashy, like mud.
“Now you can scoop it on the waffle maker,” Kendall suggested.
Willa carefully spooned a big scoop of batter onto it.
“I know this part,” Ashlyn said. “You have to close the waffle maker. And then you can’t open it until it beeps!”
When it finally beeped, Emerson came around the counter. “I want to open it!” she said. “I know what a perfect waffle looks like. It’s supposed to be brown and crispy on top.” She picked up the waffle and put it on a plate, and then yelled, “ouch! It’s hot!”
Camille stepped in to help with the final step.
“Waffles need syrup,” she said. She got the bottle of Canadian maple syrup out of the cupboard, and dumped it on the waffle. “Not too much!” Willa said.
Just as she did that, they all stopped still as they heard footsteps coming down the hall, and someone came into the kitchen.
It was Grannie!
“SURPRISE!” all the girls shouted. “We made you a waffle!”
Grannie declared that it was the best waffle she had ever had!
Because it was made with love.
Willa’s mom came into the kitchen too, and she took over making waffles so that everyone could have breakfast with Grannie.
“I’m so proud of you,” Grannie said to Willa. “But remember, it’s okay to ask for help if you don’t know how to do something!”
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april tbr post yayy
rereads are marked by a ☆, new reads are marked by a ♡, and new acquisitions are bolded
physical tbr: 20
what moves the dead - t. kingfisher ♡
an education in malice - s. t. gibson ♡
juilet takes a breath - gabby rivera ♡
stories of people and civilization, greek ancient origins - lindsay powell, j. k. jackson ♡
rebel girls - elizabeth keenan ♡
the silent stars go by - dan abbet ♡
touched by an angel - johnathan morris ♡
dracula - bram stoker ♡
dune - frank herbert ♡
dune messiah - frank herbert ♡
frankenstein - mary shelley ♡
sense and sensibility - jane austen ♡
hippie - barry miles ♡
evernight - claudia gray ☆
stargazer - claudia gray ♡
the handmaids tale - margaret atwood ☆
the testaments - margaret atwood ♡
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the
universe - benjamin alire sáenz ☆
would-be witch - kimberly frost ☆
the ballad of songbirds and snakes - suzanne collins ☆
digital tbr: 2
pandora's jar: women in the greek myths - natalie haynes ♡
wild is the witch - rachel griffin ♡
read: 7
a million kisses in your lifetime - monica murphy - dnf
i got like 80 pages in and then just,,, could not continue. no shade if u liked this book it was just solidly, solidly not my thing.
my monster valentine - various authors - 3/5
debated putting this on here for obvious reasons but i neeeeed to be accurate i guess. i only read about half of the stories in this collection and they were pretty hit or miss. it was free though so yk. vibes.
high spirits - camille gomera-tavarez - 2.5/5
this book was pretty alright! i don't have much to say about it (hence the middling rating) but i would reccomend it if you're looking for a fast read :D
the coldest touch - isabel sterling - 4/5
THIS WAS SO CUUUUTTTTTEEEEE!!! i liked the way the author portrayed the genuine hell that being stuck at 17 would be. please get me out of here i want a fully developed frontal lobe. AW and all of the characters were super likable. truly so adorable i was squealing the whole time.
im knocking a point off for the romance being a littttllllleeeee rushed and the character descriptions feeling off (it felt odd that both pov characters categorized every single person into a specific race? i think its good practice to make a characters race clear, but idk if that applies to a random teacher with no dialogue). to be so real though i loved this book enough that it didn't bother me too much.
beastly & bookish - catrina bell - 5/5
did i finish this book in one sitting? yes. did i stay up until 1am doing that? ...mind your business. honestly, im maybeee being a little bit generous giving this 5 stars but !! i really liked it!!! rom was soo mecore. i'm excited to read the rest of the books in this collection (even though they're all christmasy), and i can't wait for my physical copy to get here!!
holly's unjolly christmas - lark green - 2/5
this book was truly just fine. like, the definition of pretty alright. the tropes weren't my thing and the romance felt wildly rushed, but the writing style was easy to read and there were some funny bits. i also felt like the demon characters fell pretty flat? idk felt mid overall. (tbh the highlights of this book were when rom and noelle showed up. my babiesssss)
holidays ablaze - lucy limon - 3/5
v cute 👍 i love samite he's so autistic 💗
last months goal: finish dune
hmm ok. so i did not finish dune. i don't know why i thought i could. whatever possessed me to believe i could finish an 800 page sci-fi book in one month was truly of the devil herself. what the fuck. that was a blatant temptation towards hubris and I FELL FOR IT. anyways i hit 300 pages. everyone clap.
this months goal: finish a re-read
i have a lot of books i'd like to re-read but!!! i just never get around to it!!!! there r always newer shinier books that grab my attention!! i'd also like to carve away a more sizable chunk of my physical tbr this month because i have officially run out of space on my bookshelf TwT. everything is so so crammed in there, i truly cannot afford any more physical books. public library here i come!!
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Camille Rose Garcia’s “Nereids of Mare Medusae.”
Currently on view at Roq la Rue Gallery in Seattle, Washington is artist Camille Rose Garcia’s solo exhibition, “Nereids of Mare Medusae.”
"I think the human events of the past few years has left me stargazing and ocean wandering as a survival strategy. I can’t only make art about a dying world, about a dying culture, when there is still so much mystery and awe inspiring beauty to experience all around us. My enchantment with ocean and star themes is greatly influenced by my environment. I live 20 minutes from the Pacific Ocean in California, and during the Pandemic I would take weekly ocean hikes with my mom, who lives in a house overlooking the ocean that my grandfather built. It became a source of great comfort and solace to be at the ocean picking up shells and weird pieces of driftwood, and I wondered about its power to enchant and calm humans through difficult times.
For my solo show, “Nereids of Mare Medusae”, I was thinking of the ocean and of the stars, and then, of course, about oceans on other stars. I started to imagine the oceans on other planets, as I remembered that Europa and Enceladus, (moons of Saturn and Jupiter) both have oceans inside the moon, surrounded by a thick crust of ice. I looked to see if these oceans had names, but I couldn't find any. I decided to name the ocean inside Enceladus, one of Saturns’ moons. I named it Mare Medusae, not after Medusa, but after the beautiful jellyfish drawings of Ernst Haeckel, who named the most beautiful jellyfish he encountered after his dead wife Anna. The Nereids are Greek ocean spirits, but unlike the Sirens, they are benevolent in nature. The Nereids aren't just pretty to look at though, they are busy doing stuff in that ocean inside that moon orbiting Saturn. Perhaps they build magical instruments and organic machines made of shells and serpents, creating a psychedelic universe with benevolent music vibrations." - Camille Rose Garcia
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First lines.
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Thank you @thelaithlyworm for tagging me!
Emil once told her that mechanisms for coping came well camouflaged. (from and what if we’re really not okay, what if we still stay)
settlement wide priority transmission :: please broadcast to all affiliate systems and personal devices (from Party on the Cube! (Synths, Bring a Plate))
“Nope, not doing it.” (from Friend Corn Wants to Play)
“What’s the 20th?” (from Make it Shine)
She isn’t supposed to be here. (from say you got lost)
static. recording clicks. (from This is Our Get Along Glitch in the Holo-Matrix (Tee Shirt))
It was Raffi who made the decision. (from any little welcome)
He was doing it again. (from Never had a Crew)
From the notes of historian Camille Gide, for their biography of Jean-Luc Picard, covering the last decade of his life, index 114: ‘The inner circle, La Sirena’. (from another ocean in which to swim)
Three minutes after Seven departs for the Stargazer, Emmet materialises into the silence and shuffles to the operations chair. (from Twelve)
Pattern? I don't know them. One of these is a sound effect. A few words to open hiding the fact that therein many long, convoluted sentences flourish in the high grass? Ah, well.
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OPEN | Bookworm Plots | Nate has joined a book club at The Last Chapter and your muse has chosen the novel.
Catalina | Stargazing Plots | Nate’s hosting his first “Park After Dark” event where he’s teaching people to make star frames, except your muse is the only one that showed up.
OPEN | Bad Weather Plots | Your muse was passing through the rural area where Nate’s cabin is, he goes out to your car stopped on the road and offers for you to stay at his cabin until the weather’s better and the roads clear up.
Camille | Ranger Boy Plots | Nate finds your muse holding their ankle while he’s out patrolling, it’s nothing serious but they definitely can’t walk on it.
Frankie | Awkward Encounter Plots | They’re both alone at a wine tasting at Idle Spirits & Wine and the sommelier keeps calling them a couple.
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thinkin abt furina and camille living a soft domestic life post-archon-quest. thinkin about furina waking up one morning to the smell of pancakes and before she can even think about getting up camille brings her breakfast in bed. thinking about them taking walks through fontaine and not saying anything but they’re content to relish in each other’s presence. thinking about camille gently pulling furina close to dance with her around the fountain of lucine. thinking about them sprawled out in the grass to stargaze. thinking about them coming home and eating dinner together before going to bed. thinking about them falling asleep in each other’s arms. they deserve it, especially furina.
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Camille, the Steel Shadow
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Original Canille
Program Camille
Coven Camille
iG Camille
Arcana Camille
Strike Commander Camille
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Original Camille
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Stargazer Camille
Mythmaker Camille
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Happy New Year! from League of Legends: Wild Rift
#senna#lucian#camille#stargazer camille#jayce#jinx#arcane jinx#vi#arcane vi#caitlyn#thresh#unbound thresh#tristana#hexplorer tristana#teemo#hexplorer teemo#amumu#surprise party amumu#league of legends#wild rift#league of legends skins#wild rift skins#promo art#happy new year
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Stargazer Camille by Yue Chang
#stargazer#camille#stargazer camille#stargazer camille skin#camille fan art#art of legends#artoflegends#notoriouslydevious#Yue Chang#Yue Chang artstation#stargazer camille wild rift#wild rift fan art#camille wild rift#wild rift camille
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✨i have insurmountable amounts of brainrot✨
welcome to my oc blog! you're likely here from my main, @skiddlecat, but just in case you aren't, lemme copy + paste my introduction from there!
☆ please call me skiddle!
☆ i go by she/her
☆ i'm autistic!
☆ don't expect this level of organization or professionalism in literally anything i post ever, i just want my blog to look nice. we're all clowns, this is one giant circus and you expect me to not act like a dumbass? fool.
with all that out of the way, please go under the cut to see all of my main OC tags!
(banner by @hcneymoonsavenue, divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)
✨NAVIGATION✨
💐Ivy💐
"You've been through enough today. How about you just sit down for a bit?"
Character introduction
Main tag: #wisteria - ivy tag
🎀Miaki🎀
"Ivy I left my Adderall at the café."
Character introduction
Main tag: #peony - miaki tag
🌠Kyp🌠
"Why would you liquefy babies...?"
Character introduction
Main tag: #stargazer - kyp tag
🐰Camille🐰
"...Don't want to be alone..."
Character introduction
Main tag: #lavender - camille tag
🪓Amelia🪓
"You don't even deserve to live anymore."
Character introduction
Main tag: #bloodroot - amelia tag
🔒Nienna🔒
"I'll be g-good, I'll be good, I--!"
Character introduction
Main tag: #buttercup - nienna tag
✨OTHER✨
talking posts: #skids rambles
major lore updates: #important lore
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kumihogames | icons + header stargazer (wild rift)
do not repost my work anywhere.
like or reblog if you save it.
psd emotional bruises by @opulenceps.
#League of Legends#league of legends icons#wild rift#icons wild rift#camille#icons camille#stargazer camille#icons soraka#soraka#stargazer soraka#twisted fate#stargazer twisted fate#icons#icons twisted fate
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woahhh monthly tbr post
yeah thats right, im making a monthly tbr post now. what are u gonna do about it loser 🤨
rereads are marked by a ☆, and new reads are marked by a ♡
physical tbr: 22
stories of people and civilization, greek ancient origins - lindsay powell, j. k. jackson ♡
rebel girls - elizabeth keenan ♡
ain't nobody's business if you do - peter mcwilliams ♡
the silent stars go by - dan abbet ♡
touched by an angel - johnathan morris ♡
tako knows - naoshi ♡
when my heart was wicked - trisha stirling ♡
the coldest touch - isabel sterling ♡
dracula - bram stoker ♡
dune - frank herbert ♡
dune messiah - frank herbert ♡
frankenstein - mary shelley ♡
sense and sensibility - jane austen ♡
high spirits - camille gomera-tavarez ♡
hippie - barry miles ♡
evernight - claudia gray ☆
stargazer - claudia gray ♡
the handmaids tale - margaret atwood ☆
the testaments - margaret atwood ♡
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe - benjamin alire sáenz ☆
would-be witch - kimberly frost ☆
the ballad of songbirds and snakes - suzanne collins ☆
digital tbr: 2
a million kisses in your lifetime - monica murphy ♡
pandora's jar: women in the greek myths - natalie haynes ♡
WAHHHH THATS SO MANY BOOKS ok um 💗 i'm hoping that in making these posts i'll feel more motivated to actually read my books, if only to watch the number go down. also i hope that taking stock of my books every month will allow me to see which books are just sitting on my shelves to never be picked up bskdlsnsk. anyways goal for this month is to read dune, and hopefully finish it fast enough to start on dune messiah YIPPEE
#YAYYYY TBR POST#books#starting a new tag for this:#monthly tbr#hope that i actually stick to this skfjebdvp
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Saved. — self para inspired by prompt #1
Camille’s little apartment was empty, an odd sight for this time of the night. He’d locked the bar up for the night and headed straight home, wanting nothing more than to be near the person who was home to the Daxamite without a physical place to call home. Though, upon arrival he was sorely disappointed to find himself alone the the apartment, the chaos of the surrounding units like radio static in his ears.
Shit, now what am I supposed to do? Sit with my own thoughts? Rok signed silently to himself, hands moving seamlessly in front of him as he walked deeper into the apartment. If he didn’t have to use English, he wasn’t going to. Flipping on the overhead light, his eye caught sight of the workstation that Camille was so often found at. Near it, sat her well-loved copy of “The Great Gatsby”, bringing a rare smile to Rok’s features.
“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.” The words rolled easily off her tongue as Rok listened silently. The words struck him, and his hand covered hers, taking the book into his own hands. “It’s my favorite book. I could read it over and over,” Camille smiled at the mute Daxamite as he thumbed through the pages. He could feel her eyes, watching his face as he soaked it in, until his own eyes met hers. There they sat, side-by-side, locked in a gaze that went soul-deep. Safe. Camille signed across her chest, and for the first time, he truly felt it. “Safe,” his hoarse voice cracked, and his hand mirrored the sign as he spoke for the first time in years.
He reached for the book, his fingers running across the binding before catching on a photo that was being used as a bookmark.
A rare photo he’d never seen, taken in secret on one of their many nights spent stargazing. She must have worked hard to get the exposure just right, the city lights behind the pair paving way for a clear silhouette. Lips locked in a sweet kiss, Rok was wholly unsure how the moment was captured as they were enraptured with one another.
Of all the individuals, Camille was the one to find him, to save him. Save him from his tortured past, his wounded heart, the unquenchable inferno that was his anger, and most importantly, saving him from himself.
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🌌 Stargazer Soraka , TF , Camille 🌌
Exclusive skin for WR
From wild rift Italy
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