#there are elves (top row)

[droodlebug]

just realized i never posted my non-comprehensive fantasy earth species list on it's own omg

#droodles #there are elves (top row) #bestial races (middle rows) #and godlings (bottom row) which are people that are made directly by one or more gods #:] #oc #ocs #humans are elves. most of the elves have another name that i didnt write here #high elves are orcs they photosynthesize

[anakinellie]

a week to charm d.m

monday is the first day of his week-long plan to make you fall in love with him. the first step is making you take him seriously as a romantic interest. draco leaves an apple and a note on your desk. it's simple, a little "you look beautiful today" even though he hasn't seen you yet. you always look beautiful to him. he sits a few rows behind, staring at you and hoping you look back at him and bless him with one of your beautiful smiles. his heart skips a beat when you turn to look at him shyly, smiling as you mouth a simple "thank you" before turning back to class.

draco knows your schedule, he has his ways to find information when he needs it. he knows that every tuesday afternoon you spend your free period at the library, studying or reading. he joins you, carefully planning it as if fate wanted him to find you. he grabs the book you were reaching for, offering it to you with a bright smile. he sits opposite to you, admiring your beauty and concentration. after, he walks you to the common room, asking you about your research. he could listen to you speak about magical creatures for the rest of his life. it is him who blushes when you thank him for walking you, he can't help but to get shy when you call him sweet.

wednesday puts a stop to his good mood. after looking all over the castle (or more honestly, after asking first years to look for you), pansy finally revealed that she had run into you at the infirmary. an accident during care of magical creatures, nonetheless. it was nothing serious, nothing madam pomfrey didn't already take care of by the time the blonde arrived, but that wasn't going to stop him from looking after you. for the rest of the day, forget about carrying so much as a quill, or having to wait for your turn to enter the great hall. if a first year runs before you? he's throwing them nasty look. if you're outside? best believe his tunic is already on top pf your, trying to keep you as warm and comfortable as he can.if your hungry but dinner time is nowhere near? the perfect time to show you how resourceful he is, and how easy it is to charm the kitchen elves into sneaking you some food. this wasn't on his plans, but after he walks you to your common room, still asking if you need anything of you feel ill, he cant help but feel proud of himself when you thank him for looking after you.

thursday is you who finds him, and normally that would have brightened his day like nothing else, but not today. he was sitting in the dark calm of the astronomy tower. his thoughts, loud and furious, prevented him from realizing you were there. your hand on his shoulder makes him jump. he tries to find words, but you sit next to him, joining him in the silence. and when you rest your head against his shoulder, he brings you closer to him, arm around yours. he knows you are whispering comforting words, but he can't hear anything over the beating of his heart. at that moment, he wonders who was supposed to charm who.

on friday he makes sure that you know he wants to spend time with you. first the talks about the party slytherin is having sunday night after winning the quidditch match (he knows he will catch the snitch and win against ravenclaw). he makes it clear he wants you there as his guest. once you agree, he mentions how much he thinks you'd like the early morning practice. when the castle is silent, the dew fresh and the cold breeze brings out a soft warmth within you. he talks about how it's his favorite time of the day, and he wants to share it with you. finally he offers to escort you to hogsmeade, taking your complains about your friends not going as his perfect chance to simulate a date with you.

draco searched for you through the mass of students that would take over the carriages every saturday afternoon. eventually the blonde found you, sitting next to theodore, and after one particular nasty look, the fellow slytherin leaves you two alone. the second you agree to let him keep you company during this trip, his masterplan unfolds. he insists on paying for anything and everything you even look at. if he thinks you want it, you shall have it. sweets, clothes, books, butterbeer. he's not trying to be pushy, he just wants to show you he can spoil you and take care of you. gifting things is his way to show love and devotion, even when you assure him that he doesn't need to. he wants to. he wants to give you the world if you'd allow him to.

sunday means quidditch match, and quidditch match means partying. true to his word, draco catches the golden snitch, winning the match and making the house of slytherin proud. to add to the euphoria of the win, the blonde could swear the world stopped spinning when he saw you walk into the common room. in seconds he's greeting you. his cheeks burning and his heart loud on his ears when you praise him for winning. for the rest of the night, there's not a moment when you're left on your own. all night, he's talking to you, guarding your drink, dancing to you (much to his dismay). he'll alternate drinks and water for you, and stop blaise when he tries to steal you away for a drinking game. at the end of the night, you find yourself sitting on the floor of the dungeon, resting your head on his shoulder as you tease him for his "week long plan". draco just smiles nodding to your words, letting you remain amused by his actions. it is all worth it -the teasing, the planning, the being laughed at by his friends- when he feels your fingers on his chin, moving him to meet your eyes. lips light like a feather kiss against his, fire whiskey mixed with a faint smell of green apples and the curious touch of first love.

"so much scheming just to make me fall for you, malfoy? unnecessary, but very slytherin of you" your words make him chuckle, knuckles running softly against your soft cheek.

"then you should wait and see what i have planned for the moment i ask you to marry me." draco whispers, an exciting promise hidden in his words.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy drabble #draco malfoy #slytherin boys drabble #slytherin boys: d.m #anakinellie work

[telimezh]

ID: A family tree depicting some members of the Drazhar family from The Goblin Emperor. They are drawn as a series of bust shots. All are elves with pale skin and hair, save for Chenelo and Maia who have dark grey skin and hair. Most of the characters wear jewelry and hair ornaments. 

Portraits along the top row, from left to right depict Arbelan, Leshan, Varenechibel IV, Pazhiro, Chenelo, and Csoru.

Along the middle row, from left to right are Princess Sheveän, Nemolis, Nemriän, Marquess Imel, Nazhira, Ciris, Vedero, and Maia.

Along the bottom row from left to right are Idra, Mireän, and Ino. They are children. 

Various straight lines connect family members indicating their relation to one another. Lining the right side of the image is an ornate border. A white cat sits in the right corner of the image, it’s tail curled around it’s front paws. 

Text reads: Arbelan Drazharan (div.), Leshan Zhasan (dec.), Nemera Drazhar VARENECHIBEL IV, Pazhiro Zhasan (dec.), Chenelo Zhasan (dec.), Csoru Zhasan.

Princess Shevean Drazharan, Prince Nemolis Drazhar, Nemriän Imaran (née Drazhin), Marquess Imel, Archduke Nazhira Drazhar, Archduke Ciris Drazhar, Archduchess Vedero Drazhin, Archduke Maia Drazhar.

Archduke Idra Drazhar, Archduchess Mireän Drazhin, Archduchess Ino Drazhin. end ID.

Drazhar Family Tree

#tge #the goblin emperor #at last it is finally finished!! #well mostly at least #been wanting to create this for a while #potentially in the future I might add Chenelo's side of the family #see how we go tho! #lol #my art

[anaki-boo]

“NOT SCARY AT ALL”

This stone bird appeared in the second half of winter. Even at Christmas she was not there, and in February she was already looking at Harry with her blind stone eyes. The bird was definitely conjured, because it was one with the tombstone, as if it was born from it. It was a raven with folded wings and a slightly open beak. As if he wanted to say something.

One could only guess who decided to decorate the grave of the professor, and why it was a raven. Not some bat, not a snake, finally. A raven. Perhaps it was the symbol of wisdom and death. Yes, Harry even read about it specifically in Agatha Daredevil's book "Symbolism in Magical Transformations".

"Raven," she wrote, "has long meant mind and has been associated with death. He embodies prophecy and insight. Crows in stories often act as psychopomps connecting the material world with the spirit world."

Don't ask why Harry needed to know about the raven. And even more so, don't ask why he visited the grave of his former professor so many times in a row. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

They say that criminals are drawn to the crime scene. But it was there—in the Screaming Hut, where he left him to die all alone, bleeding. But here… This grave was just a pit with a stone coffin in which Snape's remains were placed — evidence of Harry's crime. But he remembered the basics of first aid, he remembered, and then for some reason he thought that he was powerless before fate itself.

Harry still dreamed of Snape, paralyzed by Nagaina's poison, unconscious. His light warm breath, his eyes glazed with pain (but not from death). How long had he been lying there when they left before he died? A couple of minutes? An hour? Or maybe more?

Harry first visited his grave in June. He came alone and at dawn, sneaked in there like a thief. He was going to make some kind of speech, ask for forgiveness. But even though there was no one to eavesdrop on her, Harry couldn't get a word out of himself. Instead, for some reason, he burst into tears like a child. At the funeral — Lupin and Tonks, Freddy, baby Creevey, Snape himself — did not cry. But then... the speech was successful only in August.

Since then, Harry had been dropping in on the professor at least once a month, on one of the extra-curricular Saturdays. I told him about my life, shared all sorts of nonsense. He did not ask for forgiveness, as if he knew that the professor no longer holds a grudge. And as if he understands.

***

“Do you mind if I sort out your things?” Harry asked in May.

Only yesterday, the Hogwarts cemetery paid tribute to the memory of those who died in the battle. Today, the usual silence reigned here again.

“No one has touched them all this year. However, the elves have recently collected... how should I say... personal — clothes and all that. There are papers left in your office. No one knows who would need them, and I told McGonagall that I could take them. Not all of them, of course. But... something important. She said she would have given it to my mom if she were alive. But she's not alive, and you're out… So you don't mind, I think.”

The grave did not answer, nor did the raven. Their tacit permission was granted.

There was a warm spring calm. The sun was hot, the back and the back of my head were hot. It was like someone's tight embrace.

***

Surprisingly, there were few papers. So — study plans, several business and personal letters (Harry decided not to poke his nose into envelopes with the Malfoy coat of arms, but to forward them to Draco) and books, most of which were with a library seal, and over which Madame Pince then groaned.

"Professor Snape was constantly delaying the delivery of books! But about this one — he lied to my eyes in an impudent way, said that some scoundrels stole it and burned it!".

In the top drawer of the desk, under stacks of blank paper, Harry found an old, battered diary. The entries in it were completely irregular, sometimes Snape forgot about the diary for several months. There were potion recipes, whole phrases in runic notation, addresses (Harry assumed they were potion customers or ingredient suppliers), and drawings and squiggles that Harry remembered from the Potions textbook.

The guilt that seemed to have calmed down over the past year came flooding back to Harry. He randomly leafed through this old notebook and thought about how much he had personally deprived the magical world. If Harry had stayed, he would have helped Snape, if he had called for help, the professor could have been saved. And with him — his developments. Dozens of useful potions and spells. Cured diseases, solved problems and saved lives…

Harry shifted the notebook to his other hand and started leafing through from the end. On the last filled page, at the very bottom, a bird was drawn in ink. Smooth body, large open beak and folded wings. It was the same raven that appeared on Snape's tombstone in winter. Words written in the professor's familiar small handwriting seemed to fly out of the raven's mouth:

"Feed the bird."

In the lower right corner there was a postscript made in pencil:

"If you go to feed, take a broom."

Harry loved riddles, but he didn't like being overcome by excruciating excitement. Like, for example, this time.

***

Harry took with him a broom and treats for the raven. There was a piece of bread and a sausage wrapped in a paper bag in his pocket. In his mind, the raven would definitely have been treated to some of this.

It looked stupid. He was standing in the middle of the cemetery with a broom and trying to stuff his breakfast into the mouth of a stone statue. She refused to eat.

“Feed… Feed the bird. But how?!” he muttered, feeling himself getting angry.

Why did he even think that this was the same bird? What makes him think that the professor left him a hint? And what was he going to find anyway? A hiding place? A cache with something important? For example, by a will? Snape didn't care about earthly things, and he had nothing to bequeath, except for the old house, which, as McGonagall told him, he hated with all his heart.

Angrily, Harry threw the spoiled food on the ground and began sorting through everything he knew about crows in his head. As a child, these birds scared little Harry. Aunt Petunia knew about it and said: "Don't look at them, or they, bloodthirsty creatures, will peck out your green devilish eyes."

“Bloodthirsty… Bloodthirsty creatures," Harry whispered thoughtfully and bit his finger with his teeth.

The blood did not appear immediately, it had to be squeezed out of the wound. Harry put his hand to the bird's beak and smeared it with blood.

The stone moved. At first, the raven moved its head, then cawed soundlessly — just opened its beak several times. Then he spread his wings, stamped on the spot and fluttered up.

Then Harry understood why the broom was needed.

***

"Why the hell were you going through my papers? Arrogant, stupid, curious, shameless... why are you silent? Can you feel your hands? Do you feel it or not?!”

Snape was furious, his eyes were shooting lightning, but Harry was not afraid. To see him—pale and with bloodless lips—on the floor of a Screaming hut, to see him off on his last journey a few days later, to come to his grave for the first time — that was what was scary. But now I'm sitting in a chair, leaning closer to the fireplace, licking drops of firewhisky from my lips and watching the professor rub his stiff fingers… It wasn't scary at all.

Let his hands be completely frozen from the long flight, let them turn red. Let this village house be unfamiliar and creepy, and it looked like no one had lived here for a long time and only recently a person had settled here. Let Snape, aged and with a torn, scarred throat peeking out of the collar of his robe, shout at him (thank Merlin, his voice remained the same). Harry was happy. And he couldn't get a word out of himself.

“Do you feel it? Are you going to answer me?”

Harry nodded, somewhat drunkenly and sluggishly, and only then did Snape leave him alone.

He sat down at a table—a long one and probably intended for a large family that once lived here, and now almost completely covered with dried herbs- and began to unwrap one of these dried bouquets. His fingers nervously fingered the thin stems and selected suitable ones.

“I…” Harry finally managed to say, but then he trailed off.

Snape looked at him sternly, and there was a threat in that look.

“I was hoping it would be Minerva. Or, in extreme case, Miss Granger…

“Weasley”, Harry interrupted automatically. Hermione, who had been Ron's wife for three months now, was constantly correcting her acquaintances who called her by her maiden name. “She's Mrs. Weasley now”.

Snape snorted. As he was doing it before — ironically , disapproving and arrogantly.

“ I had a better opinion of her. Well… What the hell did you want in my desk? What were you looking for there? Memories? My diary, in which I confessed to crimes? They wanted to sell his Skitter, probably, and…

"I wasn't looking for anything," Harry interrupted him again. "McGonagall gave me permission to take your papers, that's all. The office had to be vacated for a new teacher. She allowed it… She allowed me to take what I think is necessary.

“Allowed you? And why on earth would that be?”

“I needed it.”

“Why did you need it? Couldn't leave me alone even after death?

“Couldn't," Harry muttered, reaching for a bottle of firewhisky. It was standing at his feet.

The esophagus burned with heat, it became difficult to breathe at first, and then immediately felt better. Even the excitement has subsided.

“Why would that be? Tormented by guilt?”

"No, no guilt," Harry lied. “ I just fell in love. You know, it happens like this… You know a person for many years, and then he dies, becomes less disgusting and malicious, and you even have a communication. So you can fall in love. Even... with such a… you.”

He took two more big gulps, and a very pleasant heat spread in his chest.

Snape was silent and stared at the herbs on the table. It seemed that now they would break out and a fire would start.

“And how did you...? The antidote? Or did someone help?”

"Someone helped," Snape echoed and, apparently deciding that Harry had had enough to drink, called for a bottle with non—verbal and non-verbal spell.

He waved his hand — and it jerked and flew to the table, hitting the bottom on the edge.

“Malfoy? I've seen his letters… You were friends, right? … Are friends, I mean”

"Can you take the stairs?" Won't you wring your neck? Or do you need to be levitated?

It took Harry a moment to realize what the professor meant.

“ Are you inviting me... to stay? After what I…”

“ You won't be able to fly back in this condition. I won't let you apparate drunk, and I don't have a sobering one. You will spend the night here, and in the morning I will erase your memory.”

“ What are you going to do to me that you will have to erase my memory?” Harry laughed.

“I don't like you, Potter...” Snape looked at him as if he suspected some kind of bad change in him or someone else's evil influence.

“Yes, to be honest, I don't like myself ... but you…” Harry paused, feeling like a drunken fool. “Don’t erase my memory. I'm coming back anyway. In a week or a month…”

“Yes, you are coming back. I have no doubt in your stickiness, Potter.”

A few things didn't happen next morning. Firstly, they did not quarrel, although they could have. Secondly, Harry did not apologize for what he said drunk in the living room yesterday. As if he felt it was wrong to apologize for telling Severus the truth. Thirdly, Snape never erased his memory.

And, to be honest, Harry didn't go anywhere. Neither in the morning, nor in the evening, nor the next day.

#snarry #Severus snape #snarry fic #severus snape x harry potter #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #snarry art #snarry fanfic #sketch #art #artwork #fan art #artist #sketchbook #digital art #gay #lgbt #snape #professor snape #pro snape #hp

[colourstreakgryffin]

Can you write a mermaid au where the reader attends a circus with poorly dressed employees who are supposed to look like fairy tale characters but the main event of the circus is a merman ( kyojuro) and he does this amazing performance and the reader goes and talks to him to ask how he does those stunts in the water without breathing (because she don't think their a real mermaid) until she see the gills actually moving?

Please and thank you I just think Kyojuro would be so pretty as a merman

Ooohh! Cute, a Merman Kyojuro~! Let’s go, I can’t wait to finish this up! Thanks again, loves!

Rengoku Kyojuro- Fantasy is True

You could tell why this cheap half-assed circus managed to attract the attention of a number of families. It spilled out so many promises on online advertisements and it rolled around your little homely village regularly, it was clearly a quick cash-grab type of business

On a meaningless but yet only relax day of Sunday, you truly had nothing else to do once you finished your power nap and your curiosity got the better of you, ended up with a single ticket to this circus that proudly proclaimed to have had a real fairytale creature performing for them

You want to see if they really do have a real life fantasy creature at their disposal, willy-nilly or if they are just bullshitting to further get money off circus-addicted children or bored adults like you

Taking a lazy seat at the first empty bench row you spot when you enter through the curtains, you slid the paper ticket into the case of your phone and pocketed it. As a extra measure incase you need that ticket, you propped your hands on your cheeks over your knees and stared at the empty stage, already bored out of your mind with loudly speaking children and occasionally scolding parents filling up the seats all around you

You hoped this circus would make your day even the slightest bit better

Boy… it for sure did

The employees’ last-minute baked uniforms were clearly modelled after fairytale characters; Riding Hood, Fairies, Elves, all kinds of would-have-been pretty looking displays if they gave a shit to actually look good. You could tell how badly careless the outfits were thrown together, stitching all over the fabric and even a zipper busting out from the back on the Riding Hood actor as many came out of the darkness circling the stage

You truly had no right to complain as the children in the stalls were cooing and cheering at the performances. Clearly, they had some reputation of being incompetent and children aren’t that brainless, even some lonely middle-aged adults or bored teenagers were remarking openly that the performances were decent

The juggling, the fire ring jumping, the clown scene, all do the stereotypical and common circus parts came in so quickly, filling the lousy stage with people doing their best to entertain. Crossing your arms and hoping something else would come, your request suddenly came to reality as the much more fancy and lavish-appearing Ringmaster appeared in the centre of the stage

The non-dressed employees that clearly hid in the back, possibly operating the music and lights, wheeled in a huge mysteries rectangle covered by a pale yellow sheet and held off the ground by a massive dark blue metallic mini-trailer without the walls. Was this the fascinating real fairytale being this circus proclaimed to have?

“For the grand finalee~! Ladies and gentleman, I present to you! A real lifeeee—” The Ringmaster dramatically called out into the microphone clutched tightly in his hands as his makeshift clown tore the sheet off the rectangle and revealed the content underneath. A gigantic glass container without the lid and filled to the tippy top with clear yet noticeable light blue water

What was inside was actually more believable and realistic as compared to all the other circus performers here

A human being, a fully grown man was swimming around the thick, you assumed, seawater with a bright smile on his attractive fan. His skin was a healthy tan, his visible torso and arms were built to the brim with muscles and athleticism and the most interesting part. A merman tail that directly mirrored the long-finned tail of a Firefish Goby. From what you saw of his fingers, they were webbed and his ears looked more like fins then ears

White at the hips and fade to dark red at the ends with light orange to dark orange completing the beautiful fade. This most-certainly fake merman tail prop looked very convincing and very professional! This is beyond amazing as compared to every other actor, they must have poured all their love into a merman actor

“Welcome! Our lovely merman, Kyojuro!” The Ringleader cheered pridefully, quickly rushing into the black shadows as the many high-beam lights illuminating the wide stage shut off mysteriously and all the ones remaining tilted over to the supposed merman’s container as to place the centre of attention onto him. Like it was nature, Kyojuro flung himself out of the water beautifully and begun to harmonise, seemingly as ready as he would ever be

His singing voice is incredible, so angelic and majestic as he hung over the thin glass wall before he flopped back into the water without stopping his singing, your eyes widened in shock. How was a human singing underwater? No, it must have been a technological trick of the radio playing a convincing audio of a man singing as the actor pretended to sing, he probably isn’t singing at all!

You carefully followed every movement and stunt the supposedly Merman, Kyojuro performed as he leapt out of the water, flinging thin strings of water around, in which glittered with the artificial light by a flip of the tail’s small round fins. Even the adults were gawking in wonder at Kyojuro’s fascinating show and by the end, the Ringmaster excitedly thanked every paying customer for taking time to come to their circus but you ignored his little speech

Your eyes followed watching the employees wheel away Kyojuro from the centre of the wooden-pane stage in a extreme sense of wonder and want of discover. How he could stay underwater for so long and even keep his mouth open underwater so effectively, wouldn’t it cause water to enter his lungs? Thankfully, the Ringleader was too ego-driven to not let the children approach the employees and praise his work

You manoeuvred through the wave of parents with their young children once you stepped down from your seat. Most other patrons had left with only a handful exploring the stage and speaking with the actors. You were the only solo adult doing so but you didn’t want to pretend you were believing that you were talking to Snow White, no.

You just wanted to meet and greet the amazing “Merman”

Pure amazement overflowed your eyes as your pace grew slower, you pressed palms on the thin but tall glass pane wall facing you once you reached it, flinching when Kyojuro does the same from the inside. Your palms looked as if they touched his on a angle. You couldn’t believe this human was doing all these stunts for almsot three hours non-stop without needing air as he was singing and speaking everytime he went up, was he using a invisible oxygen task or something?

The floating locks of firey yellow and red crossed his neck and face slowly by the water pulling it around, highlighting his gorgeous flame-coloured eyes, in which calmly bored through you with enlightenment for finally having company again, especially company from a pretty woman. Your world begin spinning in amazement and disbelief at what you noticed after examining him up close

Three thin lines on both sides of his neck, almost like strange lacerations, slowly flaring in and out like how a chest would rise and fall. Exactly as how fish filter water for their own breathing needs, he did the same

Kyojuro was worried for you by the way you reacted as he pressed his brick-like muscular chest against the glass like he was trying to break out, his expression dissolving into concern as you stumbled back, clutching your head with one hand. You almost didn’t want to believe it but all the evidence, you couldn’t ignore all the evidence

…He wasn’t a normal human nor a very trained human actor. The oddly-marketed main attraction of this dilapidated wannabe circus is no joke nor a fake, he is a…

A merman! A real merman!

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #short story #kny short story #kny hashira #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro my beloved #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer kyojuro #kimetsu kyojuro #kny kyojuro #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #kny rengoku #rengoku x reader #merfolk au #merman Kyojuro #mermaid au #flame hashira

[ac0531]

Together

The new rayllum clip still has me screaming!!! I instantly had this idea come into my head when watching it, so I hope you guys enjoy!!

Look!” Callum pointed up to the sky, enthusiastically tracing the pattern of the stars. “You can see the big spoon!”

“The what?” Rayla gave him a quizzical look, her curiosity piquing at the term Callum had just given that constellation.

“Don’t you have names for constellations here?” Callum asked, turning his attention back to his sketch book, tracing the lines of another drawing.

“Yeah, we do.” Rayla tried not to chuckle, looking back at the sky, smiling to herself. “I guess they’re just different.”

That caught Callum’s attention, turning to look back at the elf. He’d never heard of the constellations being different to others, but maybe it was something that the elves shared. “So what do you call the big spoon?”

Rayla leaned forward, eyes trained on the set of stars that Callum had pointed out. “That’s Garlaath, The Annihilator.” She spoke without hesitation, resting her hands on her knees.

“Oh..” Callum pondered for a second, confused on what all that meant. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Rayla looking at him. “…neat.”

He smiled to himself, deciding to continue. “Uh, those five stars in a row are supposed to be the handle of the big spoon.” He explained, tracing his graphite across the paper, making the outline of a spoon.

Rayla leaned over, catching a glimpse of the drawing. She smiled to himself, enjoying the subtleness of their time together. It was something that… she really needed with him. “Those five stars are Garlaath’s bandolier of skulls.”

Despite still being confused, Callum went along with Rayla. “Uh huh, I see it. Unusual garment choice for Garlaath, not very subtle.”

Rayla’s lips formed into a small smile, leaning back against the rock. “Annihilators don’t need to be subtle.” She explained, noticing Callum shift his focus to another set of stars.

“What do you call that star?” He pointed to an extremely bright orb illuminating, radiating with energy. “The brightest star in the sky. We call it the South Star, humans use it to navigate you know, to… to find their way in the endless darkness of the night.”

As Callum explained the origins of the star, Rayla leaned forward to get a better look. Hearing Callum talk about how humans used the stars for navigation and understanding was interesting to her, but the more she listened, the more her attention diverted away from his words, to him…

To her big, dumb human that was smiling, enjoying himself, being enthusiastic about the conversation. A feeling of relief, mixed in with satisfaction washed over her, her eyes never leaving him.

Smiling, she lowered her head, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Callum froze, his mind blanking for a second on what he was just talking about. He felt heat starting to form on his face, thinking it was from the fire… when that was just a small excuse.

“W-Wha… What’s happening?” Callum stuttered, still not finding the words.

“Callum…” Rayla began, eyes closing and feeling a sense of bliss. “I’m glad we can be here together. Looking at the stars…”

Her words surprised Callum, but only for a second. His lips formed into a soft smile, a feeling of warmth buzzing in the pit of his stomach. Feeling a bit of confidence within him, Callum leaned in, resting his cheek on top of her head, closing his eyes.

There was silence now, safe for the sounds of animals in the distance and the crackling of the fireplace. It created for an atmosphere of tranquility, with no one there to interrupt them, to disturb this peaceful moment.

Rayla knew that there was still a lot to sort out between her and Callum, but for now, she chose to savor this moment, to be with the person she still loved.

She felt… safe in his hold.

Safe from the outside world.

Safe….

“That beautiful shining star you just pointed out, we call it: Leola’s Last Wish.”

“Huh…” Callum thought for a moment, not knowing who that was. Even after all the books he had read, that name never once appeared in any of the texts. “Who’s Leola?”

“I don’t know.” Rayla looked up at him. “Garlaath’s friend maybe?” There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, and Callum couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as his arm slowly wrapped around her back, keeping her close to him.

Now there was silence again, the two not knowing what else to say. Callum would occasionally look down at Rayla, seeing her eyelids getting heavier, her hand coming up to rest on the spot where his heart was.

She exhaled softly, feeling the steady rhythm of it. It reminded her that he was still here, still alive, and with her to enjoy this.

A few more minutes passed, Callum having pushed his sketchbook to the side now.

“Rayla?” Callum whispered, but noticed that she has fallen limp against him, letting out soft breaths. Her hand hadn’t left the spot where she’d rested it, and Callum smiled.

Gently, he took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth. His lips made gentle contact with the skin there, leaving small kisses, giving her a reminder that he was still here, and wasn’t going anywhere.

But it didn’t stop there, as the next thing Callum knew, his lips touched the top of her head, giving her a small kiss near the base of one of her horns.

It served as a reminder that he’d protect her, not lose her after the scare at Umber Tor.

A reminder that he still loved her, no matter what has happened.

“I’m so happy I get to spend this moment with you too…” He whispered, feeling drowsiness overtake him.

It didn’t take long before he was sound asleep, holding his elf closer.

Because in the end, he had her and she had him.

And they were going to be alright…

#tdp #the dragon prince #rayllum #rayla tdp #callum tdp #tdp spoilers #tdp season 5

[neewtmas]

12 days of Christmas // A Lockwood & Co Advent Calendar

DAY 3

welcome to day 3 of the Lockwood and Co Advent Calendar! today is another fic, but this time it's just a little trio-on-christmas-day thingie. This is meant to be light-hearted and should not be taken super seriously, it's maybe a little ooc at some points. It's just meant to be wholesome and christmas-y 🎄💫 (also please don't come for me bc of the food I just googled what british people eat lol)

Enjoy!

day 1 day 2 day 4 day 5 day 6

characters: Lockwood & Lucy & George

wordcount: 1.2k

advent calendar tags: @givemea-dam-break @wellgoslowly @maraschinomerry @losticaruss @oblivious-idiot @uku-lelevillain @avdiobliss @strawberryloveyyy @strawberrycowgirly @demigoddess-of-ghosts @thefriendlyneighborhoodmomfriend @boookfreeak

35 Portland Row, Christmas Day

Lucy moved down the stairs from her room, skipping every other step. She stopped on the landing, right in front of the bathroom door. There, from the other side of the door, came the sound of rushing water from the shower. Also, the melody of 'Last Christmas' played on the positively ancient speaker that George had placed on the top of the bathroom cabinet. And, much to her delight, Lockwood's voice over the water, singing with so much passion that it made her laugh a little. He was a little off-key though and not very loyal to the lyrics, so she decided to save her ears from continuous exposure and skipped down the rest of the stairs down to the kitchen.

George had been occupying the kitchen since early morning when he had come back from the shops with several bags filled to the brim with ingredients he planned on making a whole Christmas dinner out of. Lucy had already offered her help twice, only to be almost chased out of the room by George both times. George was also playing Christmas music over a speaker and singing along here and there, albeit less offensive to the ears than Lockwood's under-the-shower performance. Lucy sneaked into the room, where two pots on the stove already emitted a delicious smell.

She sat down at the table, where the thinking cloth was covered in Christmas trees and little reindeer and Christmas elves she had sketched on there in the past few weeks. "I told you I don't need help", George turned around and gave her a stern look. "I'm not here to help, don't worry", she shot back, and when he turned around again, she caught the smile on his lips. Even George could not reject the Christmas spirit. In fact, he seemed to have embraced it, seeing as he was wearing an apron with a big fat Santa in a sledge on it. On the counter sat the turkey, stuffed and seasoned, ready to make its way into the oven soon.

Suddenly, Lockwood burst into the kitchen, dressed in his usual attire of shirt and tie, though this tie was special: it had tiny little Christmas trees and candy canes all over it. It was exceptionally ugly, Lucy concluded. But the tie wasn't the main focus of the outfit. No, that was the gigantic Santa hat on his head. "Guess what I found!", he exclaimed, holding up two additional Santa hats. Lockwood could be extremely chipper and upbeat if a situation ever called for it, but somehow today it was dialled up to the extremes. "Lucy, I need your help to finish the tree", he said. "But first -" He held out the Santa hat. Lucy knew that resistance was futile, so she just took it and put it on.

It was a little big and slid over her forehead down over her eyes. Lockwood chuckled and pushed it back up. "Looking good, Santa", he said with a little grin, and Lucy just rolled her eyes, adjusting the hat so that it didn't slide back down. Lucy followed Lockwood over to the living room, where the Christmas tree stood tall and proud, already adorned with a lot of Christmas tree balls. Lockwood bent down to the box that stood on the couch and pulled out a tangle of candle-shaped Christmas lights. "We just need to wrap that around a few times", he said, shaking the tangled mess a few times. "Who packed that up last year?", Lucy asked, taking the lights from him and sitting down on the couch to start unravelling it. "Lockwood grimaced. "I don't remember." Lucy raised her eyebrows. "I think I know exactly who the culprit is."

But Lockwood was already focusing on something else again, rustling through another box in search of something. Lucy turned her attention back to the lights. Luckily, they looked much more tangled than they were, and she had already worked through more than half of the mess. Next thing she knew, Lockwood was in front of her again, tipping her on the shoulder. She looked up, mentally preparing herself for whatever he had come up now. Lockwood stood in front of her, with ugly tie and Santa hat, holding up a mistletoe branch over his head. "Whoops", he said. "Looks like we're caught under the mistletoe together. You know what that means!" Lucy couldn't even roll her eyes before he leaned down and kissed her. Not that she was complaining anyway. She quickly unravelled the rest of the lights, and together, they walked around the tree, attaching the lights as they went.

When they were done, Lockwood took a step back and pulled Lucy with him so that they could admire their work. "Looks great", he said, satisfied. Then he turned to Lucy. "Oh look!", he said, and she didn't have to look to know he was holding up the mistletoe branch. This time it was her that leaned up and kissed him. He wrapped the arm that wasn't holding the branch around her waist and pulled her closer. "I should carry that thing around more often", he said and kissed her forehead. "You know that you can just do it without, right?" Lockwood grinned at her. "But where's the fun in that?"

A few hours later in the kitchen - George had finally taken up on Lucy's offer to help - she stood there and cut up some potatoes, while George periodically checked on the turkey in the oven, only to come back up cursing each time because the steam fogged up his glasses. He looked like a very blind Santa each time - he had finally accepted the Santa hat from Lockwood, and Lucy had to try hard not to burst out laughing each time. While they finished up the food, Lockwood was tasked with setting the table.

When they were done, it looked like they were hosting a party of at least ten people. Every inch of the table was filled with either some of Lockwood's decorations - the little snowmen are adorable, Lucy! - or a bowl or plate holding all different kinds of food - roasted potatoes, honey-roasted carrots, spicy apple compote, crumbed Yorkshire puddings, and many more. In the middle of the table sat enthroned the turkey, perfectly roasted. After everyone had taken a seat, Lockwood raised his glass and cleared his throat dramatically. When he had the attention of George and Lucy, he adjusted his Santa hat and began with the poshest accent he could muster. "We have gathered here today -" "Lockwood!" "Yes! Sorry, I'll be serious." He cleared his throat again, this time for real. "I just wanted to say thank you to both of you for the fantastic year we had. There were some minor hiccups along the way-" George coughed. "Well, maybe not that minor. Nonetheless, we are on the best way to become the best and most successful agency in all of London. And I could never do it without the both of you." Lucy and George raised their glasses as well, and then the great feast started.

Outside of 35 Portland Row, the snow was falling quietly in the light of the ghostlamps, but the kitchen was brightly lit, and for once Lucy, George and Lockwood had not a care in the world.

#lockwood and co advent calendar #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

[snapthistiger]

exercise 12152023

bike ride to the gym

3 x 10 lat pull

3 x 5 dips

3 x 10 tricep press

3 x 10 row

30 minutes on the step mill

3 x 10 seated press

bike ride to McD, then the library, then home

the gym workers received Hershey kisses and Dove chocolates

early this morning i picked up my Mom's senior charity food and brought it to her house. my Mom was sleeping so i visited with the sitter

top left = my roses are enjoying the mild weather

bottom = Hadley on the left and Trystin on the right in their elf costumes. Santa Claus will be at the gym tomorrow morning and some of the gym workers will be helping out as elves

picked up McD for lunch and ate outside at the library. i checked out a biography of Paul Newman for my Mom to read

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

#fitblr #exercise #rfm

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

As a life long Gimli stan he-is-my-fav-forever person, im so glad they mostly used him for comic relief in the films. Im so glad they didn’t try showing the hairs of Galadriel (beyond a quick mention) or the Glittering Caves stuff (my fav Gimli book scene).

Once the hobbits leave the group, Gimli becomes the normal brain sandwiched between weirdo Legolas and future king Aragorn and im so so so so so happy the films arrowed in on that.

He’s a dwarf- physically the most strikingly different from the humanoid characters and most of the audience- his culture is barely shown except through him and the dead remains of Moria (unlike elves, hobbits, and men, who we get to see whole communities and living cities of)- and DESPITE that, he’s the one who feels the most normal, the most human, the most relatable.

He’s not going through this story with dramatic nigh immortal pathos or the determination of accepting some great destiny- he said he’d help these idiots try to save the world, so he’s doing that. Even if he’s out of breath from running for several days in a row. Even if he’s freaked out by the angry murder trees. Even if he can’t see over the top of the stupid parapet while waiting for orcs to come swarming over it. Even if he has to be thrown across a gap to go kill more orcs (do NOT tell the elf!). Even when he DOES NOT WANT to go into the paths of the dead- but he has to, now his idiot elf friend walked in there. His bestie future king Aragorn is trying to be dramatic with Legolas again so of COURSE he, Gimli, should take the chance to have a little fun while he's still alive to grin about it. Especially since they just took him to a city full of murderous un-killable dead people. "Watch your aim!" tee hee~

Oh our plan is to just die? That’s our great big save the world plan? Go for a walk and die??? Well let’s go then! Nothing else so far has made sense anyway so why not! Ah but at least if he has to die, he’ll do it standing next to a friend.

That hews pretty close to the true heart of Gimli Gloin’s son, in my eyes.

#lotr films #gimli son of gloin

[readwritejayy]

New Hobbies

(Read on AO3 here)

Tav tries to teach her favorite white-haired elves how to crochet.

Words: 242

“Almost, it’s actually ‘pull one under the loop, then over’,” Tav explained. She held her own crochet hooks out to Astarion, who pulled up his top lip and sneered.

“This is ridiculous,” he said haughtily. “You’re making fun of me, clearly you’re doing some sort of your magic behind your back to turn your…” he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, “…loops into a sweater shape. Why would I even need to learn this when I can sew perfectly well?”

“It’s called a hobby, ‘starion.” Tav raised an eyebrow at him. “And that’s fine if it doesn’t click right away, it takes a little time. But if you want to improve, you have to try again and build that muscle memory.”

“How’s mine?” Kar’niss asked, holding out his sweater panel, which was already several rows tall.

Tav gave him a proud pat on one of his legs. “That’s really good, Kar’! You’re doing a great job.”

He beamed, and Astarion rolled his eyes.

“He’s a drider,” Astarion stated. Damn the arachnid and his immediate talent in fiber arts.

“And he’s doing wonderfully,” Tav emphasized. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Astarion sputtered. “I just don’t think it counts when a spider is good at weaving yarn together.”

Kar’niss was too enraptured by crochet hook and yarn pulling through and wrapping around to build up the sweater panel to pay attention to Astarion’s snark.

“Can we try knitting next?” he asked eagerly.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #kar'niss #fanfic #astarion #jayy writes

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 157- Lucky Clover

Summary: Raven, Jace and Matthew chapter of backstories and new revelations.

*Warnings* language, angst, mentions of child loss, mentions of suicide, religion discussion

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"No...no, get away....get away from my baby! leave me alone...no! Tauriel don't do it!! No...nooooooo!!!!"

"Raven! Wake up! Wake up, you're dreaming..." Jace firmly said as he tried to shake the distressed dhampir awake. The worried warlock had been faithfully sitting by her side as she slept, his contrasting eyes curiously studying her since they arrived at his remote refuge, trying to figure out why he was so drawn to the fiery haired and tempered dhampir.

Her eyes sprung open in panic and darted frantically all around the outlandish room that smelled of burning sage. A room that looked nothing like that of middle earth, but something of modern day living with hi-tech computerized gadgets all around, things she had only read about in futuristic novels. It also had a gothic witchy vibe, which that part she could at least relate too.

Then there was Jace, the gorgeous blue and brown eyed blonde, holding her hand as he sat beside her, which he hadn't even realized he was doing.

Raven jerked her hand away and jumped off of the simple single sized cot, adorning completely different attire than what she last remembered wearing.

"What the hell?? Where am I Jace??"

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." he grinned, but then instantly realized how stupid his jest was as Raven scoffed at him.

"Tell me where the fuck I am Jace...now!! Or I'll..."

"What? Set me on fire?? Burn down the only sanctuary you have? We saved you remember?? A simple thank you would be nice."

His tone was calm but cocky enough to get a retorting rise out of her.

"A thank you?? If not for me, you'd still be rotting in Jareth's dungeon. Where's my thanks for saving you?? Instead, you left me at the mercy of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. fucking Hyde!" she reeled, referring to Thranduil and his evil alter Elvenking persona, then marched over to the cathedral style window that held iron bars on the outside. "Oh, and that's just great. I lived my whole life behind these. So now I'm a prisoner again??"

"They're not to keep you in Raven. They're to help keep others out."

She glanced back at him with a softening look, then her electric blue eyes returned to the unfamiliar outside view from the top floor that displayed a dark outlying city street. The only light came from the waning gibbous moon which would soon be full for winter solstice and in the wide reaching distance was a lavish lit up world of humankind.

"Yeah well, they didn't work against Jareth when I was at LeBrat's."

"That's because you conjured him, basically leading him right to your doorstep with a welcome mat. Play with black magic, get black magic play back. Try to correctly say that fifty times in a row."

Jace's humor was sincerely playful but it was not helping, for Raven found none of it funny.

"I didn't know it would be him alright?? I didn't even know he existed. I wanted someone more like y...never mind. Can you not speak about Jar... him? As if I am not cursed enough."

Jace grinned in confidence, knowing she was going to say she wanted someone more like him.

"I never would have pegged you for the superstitious type."

"I'm not...well at least I never used to be. You know he'll find me Jace and if he don't, the dealers will.....even Thranduil."

"Hence why you are here. The elves will never come here and Jareth and Ravenna have never found me here yet. They can't find what they can't see. As far as vampires, this area is not their scene. Even they have preferences."

"Key word, yet. It won't stop the goblin king from searching all corners of the globe...and it goes to show just how much you know about vampires. We are too close. I can see the people which means if there's any dealers there, they'll sense me. People are kinda their thing, you know...food? They're always roaming the big cities, looking like any other human. Some even reside in them. Garrett told me all about it. Now, where are we??" Raven asked as her keen eyes continued to zoom in on the buffet of humans walking about in the nightlife, making her quite hungry herself.

"I know plenty about them actually. As you said, they tend to target the highly populated areas, which is why we are not in one. It's also how I have managed to stay off the radar. If you remain hidden, out of sight, like we are, they are less likely to sense you. To answer your question, we're in Manhattan, well, the suburbs of it."

"Out of sight, but not out of mind and we're in New York??? The United freaking States?? You FLEW me here, all this way?? That's like thousands of miles."

"Nine thousand to be exact and no...only part of the way. I didn't want your scent in the air for anyone to pick up our path, not to mention your dead weight of being passed out didn't exactly make for a light load, so I used a portal."

"A...portal?? Like Jareth can do?"

"Could do...but not without his ring that I saw you pick up inside the mountain when Gollum dropped it."

"Yeah, that...well, I don't even have it anymore. That bitch Tauriel took it from me and stupidly gave it to her looney tunes elf lord which has only amplified his assholiness. That's not all she took from me either." Raven reeled, still in shock over her loss that she didn't know quite how to speak about.

"Wait." she continued. "So, if you can teleport, then why didn't you just take me away before????"

"Because I didn't have my stele. As Jareth needs his ring to possess certain unique abilities, I need something as well. He had taken it upon my capture so I had to go back and retrieve it and my seraph blade too, after you had left."

"A...stele??"

"I'll show you some other time, what it is and how it works. It does so much more than just teleporting. This place? To the outside world, looks like an old abandoned church, even on the inside. When I said they can't find what they can't see, well...I meant it in the literal sense."

"Uhh, how?? It looks far from abandoned to me."

"Magic." Jace said as he now stood beside her and winked. "This is only one room. There's much more here...and there's others here like me too. We are well protected."

"So...anyone that walks in here...won't see what I see? Will they see us??"

"Well...Mudanes, or ordinary humans per se, won't and they can't just walk in. Iron bars and locks remember? Vampires etcetera, are a bit more tricky, which is obviously why you have to remain inside...Oh...and did I mention that my good friend is a vampire? Shocking eh?" Jace quipped as he folded his brawny arms over his broad chest.

Raven's head whipped to him. "No...you didn't. But...I..I remember now. There was one with you when you came for me...I...I saw him, smelled him. He reeked of some girly perfume and was wearing a pink necklace."

Jace chuckled. "Yeah, that's Matthew, but don't let the scent fool you. He's far from girly and quite dangerous when provoked, for he carries the blood rage gene. To put it simply, don't piss him off. Otherwise, he's one of the good ones. He actually resides in the civilian world of France but has personal business in the elven realm, which that's a whole 'nother story that isn't mine to tell. What I can say though, is that pink gem is no ordinary necklace. It's a runestone and is needed for what's to come. That part IS my business. It's all of ours. Anyways, you'll officially meet Matthew soon enough. He's out fetching some food for us...real food like burgers and fries, since I know you can survive on that."

Raven's throat burned with thirst for blood as he said that and her stomach also growled in hunger for a big fat medium rare double cheeseburger. Garrett used to bring her treats like that from the cities, back when he used to like her and protect her.

As she placed her hand on her grumbling stomach, she turned away from him and began to softly sob, for she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"He...they...took my baby away Jace....all to punish me for what I did to Thranduil. I am the reason he lost his family and has turned into what he is and now I have paid dearly for it...but..my baby...he or she didn't deserve that. I...I wanted to be a mom...I...I wanted to raise it to be good, unlike I was. My child...could have been the one thing to straighten me out...and someone that could have actually loved me."

Raven then broke down bawling as she lowered her head and leaned on the window sill.

"Hey...come here." Jace softly whispered and took her into his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder.

"I...I am so sorry Raven. I learned of the child after it was too late. Matthew sensed it in your blood loss. I wanted to come sooner but I knew it was too risky to attempt it alone. God, I'm so sorry for all the excuses. I...I never wanted to leave you back in the goblin realm, but I was outnumbered with Thranduil's army. He was never going to allow me to come with you and certainly not take you from him, which believe me, I wanted to so much. And...I do...I thank you so much for saving me. If only I could have saved you. Can you ever forgive me?"

Raven lifted her head and tear filled eyes to his as she sniffled and whimpered. "Why would you ever want to save someone like me?"

Jace's hand came to her cheek, his thumb gently wiping her tears. "Because I know there's good in you. I can see it. The fact that you wanted this child and to do right by him or her, proves that to me, but..I have even seen it in you long before that and I even told you so. You just want to be loved, which I know you have been deprived of and mistreated as well. I also know you have done some pretty terrible things, but you never deserved what my father had done to you or what Thranduil did to your child. Others feel differently, but there is nothing that can be done about that now, except that you can try to move forward and be a better person, which I know you can be...in fact, I think you want to be. Am I right?"

"Even if I do...I will still be hunted. Where am I going to move forward to? I have nowhere to go. I'm...alone..."

Raven lowered her head, only to have Jace's fingertips raise it by her chin and peer straight down into her sullen eyes.

"You are not alone. You have me. I'm here now and I will not leave you again unless you tell me to. I understand if you cannot forgive me or if you want to leave."

Raven was dumbfounded that he genuinely seemed to care for and respect her and she didn't exactly know how to react, for it's nothing she had ever experienced. The cynical side of her wanted to come out and tell him that he was full of shit, for she was scared to trust him again but...she couldn't do it, as his eyes and touch spoke the truth that he was real.

"Yes...I...I forgive you...and...I also thank you for what you have done for me. You...you're nothing like your father. If it weren't for your eyes, it would be quite hard to believe you're his son."

Now Jace's head lowered. "It...it must be hard for you to look at me. I am sure he is all you see in my similar eyes."

Raven's fingers now went to his chin, lifting his head up to see his ashamed eyes trying to avoid hers.

"Look at me Jace...please. I didn't mean it that way. I do not see him when I look in your eyes, for your eyes, they are beautiful and hold kindness and love within them. His are dark and full of hatred and evil. The eyes, they say, are the windows to the soul. Well, he does not have one...but you do. I see it. I see...you. I...I smell you too." she said as her brows furrowed, trying to figure out the scent. "You smell of...clover??"

He softly chuckled. "Yes. Ironic huh? That is your real name. Clover."

"Yeah...it definitely is strange. But..as you know, I do not go by that name anymore...although, I...I do like the way you say it."

Jace smiled, somewhat bashfully. "Well...Clover...I...I see you too."

A moment of mutual gazing was shared as Jace stroked her cheek and then in his bewitched state...he leaned forward. Raven softly gasped as his lips almost took hers...and then Matthew walked in, causing the two to quickly move away from each other.

He walked over and put the food on the table, then the tall, dark and handsome vamp, appearing to be in his late 30's upon rebirth and all dressed in black, approached Raven with observing sapphires and both a tantalizing and intimidating smile.

"Hello Raven. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Raven stood fidgeting with her fingers, feeling a bit anxious after Jace told her that Matthew possessed the blood rage gene. She knew what that was, for her father, Craven, possessed it. It was either a genetic illness that was carried over from their human life or it could also be passed on to them when they are reborn from a vampire carrier's bite. It also surprisingly allowed an infected vampire to create children with female humans, witches or even other vampires. The most susceptible to it were witches known as weavers, a rare breed of witch with the strongest abilities and capable of creating spells that don't exist, something you unknowingly inherited from Caroline and would pass down to Leean. But, the main reason Raven was concerned was because it carried the term blood rage for a very good reason. When ignited, due to strong emotions such as anger, fear, anxiety and extreme hunger, it became uncontrollable, although when provided with a support, hope and love, it could be manageable. Had she inherited the gene from Craven? Was that why she was a blood thirsty child and always so angry, having multiple fiery meltdowns throughout her existence? Either way, on egg shells she would now walk around the vampire that Jace told her not to piss off.

"I am very sorry for your loss. I hope someday, you will find forgiveness in your heart as you also seek it yourself. As you know, the she-elf that was ordered to carry out the devilish act, was placed in a very compromising position. It was not her wish to cause you or your child harm and she, herself, has been scarred by the loss. King Thranduil, far worse than she, for his mind has been altered by, as you know, none other than a demon warlock that needs to be stopped. Not even the Elvenking himself, in his right mind and especially without that citrine, would have carried out such evil. An evil, you...brought him to. That evil, he will now face as it has become full circle."

Raven's eyes intensely grew and began to sting with her own rage.

"Whoa...you're...defending them?????"

Jace nudged her with his elbow, his own wide eyes reminding her to watch her step.

"Defend? No...stating facts, yes. I do not find them blameless. Tauriel still had a choice. Even Thranduil did, for he still knows of right and wrong. Of course, he chose wrong... again, hence what has happened to him."

"He hates me! He hated me even before Jareth's mind fucking. He still would have done it."

"And why is it that he hates you Raven? Other than the fact you took him away from his family and set this all into motion? A... choice...you also had and chose wrong. Did you not deceive his Queen, your own sister, all out of jealousy regarding the vampire King Garrett Lee and because of your secret desires for the elf lord you also harbored?"

"What the hell? How...do you know all of this and....what is your infatuation with the elves anyways??"

"Come...sit and eat. I will tell you. I hope you like cheeseburgers, medium rare?"

Raven's mouth now gaped to match her eyes. She sat down, opposite the daunting vampire who then placed two burgers and fries in front of her and a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken at Jace's seat, which was right beside her. Of course, for Matthew, all he relished in was a bottle of red wine that he then poured for the warlock and herself.

All she could do was lightly gulp in confusion as her stunned blue eyes stared up at overly courteous vampire.

"Matty, my favorite, KFC. You rock brother...you...you got the biscuits too...right? With butter and honey?"

Matthew grinned and reached into the bag, then slid another box over to him at lightning speed, in which Jace gracefully caught, sporting a curled smirk of satisfaction.

Jace tore into his chicken in the typical hungry man way as Raven sat watching him in astonishment while Matthew sat silently, sipping his vintage while eyeing her.

Jace could feel her eyes upon him and suddenly ceased his meat ravaging to lock his eyes upon her.

"You want a piece?" the greasy chinned warlock asked with a mouth full of food, making her lightly giggle.

"I...I've never had that." she softly answered.

"What??? Sacrilege girl. Here."

Jace reached in the bucket and pulled out a chicken leg, then plopped it down on her plate. Her stomach turned as she then watched Jace suck his piece down to the bone, for it reminded her of Gollum's legs.

Raven offered a queasy smile, then unwrapped her burger instead. Moments later, she found herself indulging it just as Jace had, not realizing just how famished she really was. Hearing both the warlock and vampire chuckle at her, had her setting the sandwich down to shyly wipe her lips with a napkin, then awkwardly began nibbling on her fries.

"To answer your questions Raven, I have many gifts, sight being one of them, past, present and future, either while dreaming or during my waking hours. I know more about you than you do. The elves...well, they have been part of my future visions." Matthew explained and then continued after pouring himself another glass of wine.

"Do you believe in destiny?"

"You mean...like...love..and all?"

"Yes, that can be part of it. But just your overall future. I've seen many things. My own destination as well. It involves your sister and your niece...it even involves you."

"M...me? How am I involved in their lives? Josie hates me and will soon want to kill me even."

"That may be so, her feelings anyways."

Matthew took a hefty gulp and then sat straight up, leaning into the table.

"But...it will all change. You will be a part of her life again. I have seen it. She will need you."

He then sat back and relaxed again, returning to his wine. "With that said, the future can always change due to our actions. It all depends on you now, if you want redemption and to be a part of a family."

"Wait...you're telling me that I...will be accepted by her after what I have done to her husband? What exactly did you see??"

"I cannot tell you that, for then, you could change it's course by throwing a monkey wrench into it. It would be in your best interest if that did not happen. You see, there are some things that should not be told for various reasons. For example, I knew Thranduil was alive after a vision I received from a shooting star one night that revealed my own destiny."

"So you knew he was alive and...did not tell Josie??"

"Would you have? Knowing what her King had become, forced to despise her. What a terrible pain that would inflict upon her after all she has suffered, only to lose him all over again while he walks and breathes. Now, of course, she will soon learn the truth and with that said, another of those various reasons I mentioned would be that there are other things that need to take place until she is made aware."

"That...makes no sense. If she had known earlier, many things could have been changed??"

"It is not meant to make sense. You must trust the process., for it is all occurring for a reason. A war is coming, a storm like no other and the Thranduil before us all now is well suited for it, more than ever. The one thing we all have in common is Jareth's destruction and all the evil he will bring forth this winter's solstice that is merely two weeks away. The fact that Thranduil has the citrine in his possession, did you think that was an accident? If he had been rescued before he was, Jareth would still have it. It is one of the key items in ending him, along with the gem I wear. There are other runes that will be needed as well. Your sister...she will collect them. She also will find the biggest necessity, Ashmole, for even I cannot see it's placement, for I have spent 150 year searching for it. Only a witch can. If she had left Dowrinion to find her King, it would have thrown everything off course. With all this said...Jace, you will need to go to her, alone, for you will be needed to aid her in locating one of the last two runes."

"Yeah well, if only Thranduil had killed Jareth when he had the chance, none of this would be happening....and if you know the whereabouts of these runes, why have you not just gone and got them yourself?" Raven asked, as politely as she could in her frustration of brain overload.

Matthew sat back up to the table with a serious expression. "If Jareth could be killed, we wouldn't need the book, now would we? And I do not know the location of the gems, I have only seen them in Josephine's possession. I may have the gift of sight, but I do not know all. I am not God."

"Ok...so you're telling me that if Thranduil would have beheaded Jareth's ass, he wouldn't have died?? and....you...believe in God???"

Matthew plopped back in his chair and guzzled his glass of wine to the last drop, then heavily sighed.

"That is exactly what I am telling you. The goblin king's revival brought about by his brother Julian using the spell in that book, protects him and his body. How do you think he rose from the fiery pits of hell just recently? No sword will pierce him, no fire will burn him, no magic will destroy him unless it is from that book and those stones!!! It can temporarily weaken him, but that is it. He will just keep coming back like a stray cat if you feed it and he'll get stronger each time just as the cat will grow fatter. Thranduil knew this which is why he did not even try."

The vexed vampire poured another glass, trying to calm his emotions before he went on, while Raven sat frozen in fear as she witnessed his hand trembling while he drank.

"Now...God, you ask...I do believe in him. I was a devout catholic before I met my fate fifteen hundred years ago. I was 37 and aided the local church in a small France village, helping to restore it, for I was a carpenter. I had a wife and a son back then, both taken by a plague that wiped out most of the village, yet I never contracted it. I wanted to end my life when that happened and I tried, even believing I would go to hell for it. I jumped from the scaffolding and laid alone on the ground, broken, bloodied and still breathing. That is when I met my maker, and it wasn't God. It was my mother vampire who offered me the alternative to facing damnation and God himself by atoning for my sin through service, ridding the world of evil, much like Garrett does. She and her husband became my new family as Matthew Roydon died and Matthew De Clermont was born. Tell me, Clover...do you believe in God?"

"Somehow I think you already know my answer since you know everything about me and I've never even met you."

"Eh well, we'll be seeing plenty more of each other for you to know me better. It's time for me to go get my own dinner. Don't wait up kids...or do anything I wouldn't do. Raven...I hope you are feeling better."

Matthew winked at Jace, knocked back his remaining liquid and then headed out.

"Are you...feeling better?" Jace then asked her.

"Strangely...yes? Shouldn't I be cramping and still bleeding? At least, that's what I've read about miscarriages, although that's not exactly what happened to me."

"Matthew took care of that for you once we arrived here." he explained and continued eating his last piece of chicken.

"So...he's a healer too??"

"Yep...hey ummm, you gonna eat...that?" Jace asked as he puppy eyed her second cheeseburger.

"Uhhh...no...help yourself."

"Annnd...what about the chicken leg?"

Raven chuckled. "Take it. You don't wanna know what I think about that. Trust me or you won't be able to unsee it."

"Noted. Don't tell me." he laughed and swiped it up.

"Sooo...when are you going to go to Dorwinion? He told you to go alone...so does that mean I am going to be left here with a blood rage vampire?"

"He's not going to hurt you. He has more control than you think and you'll definitely be in good hands with him, just try and watch that spicy mouth of yours. It's really not that hard. I'll probably go in a few days after I know all is well here and..."

Jace finished the chicken and just stared at the burger as if something was bothering him.

"And??"

"And well...I have to face my sister knowing her husband is alive. Like, do I tell her? I mean...how, do I even tell her, considering what Thranduil is now? I've only met her once and...like, I love her already. I have no family but her. I guess there's still Jules, but he still isn't himself either thanks to Jareth and Harker. Speaking of Harker, he has one of the stones, the crystal. I wonder how Josie is going to get it like Matthew said?"

"I...I don't know...I..."

Raven sighed and picked at her remaining cold fries.

"Hey...what's wrong?"

"I...well...you know how Matthew said somethings shouldn't be told? I guess I am debating on one of those things....because it will hurt someone....and like you, I...I don't know how to tell them."

"Ok...well, tell me about it. Maybe I can help?"

Jace couldn't help, for he would be the one needing help. Raven knew the truth about her sister's true father and it wasn't Jareth like all were led to believe by Caroline and she knew that information would crush Jace.

"Jace....I...."

Raven grunted and threw her hands over her face, then ripped them down, releasing a hard sigh.

"Ok...Raven?? Now you're starting to worry me. What is going on? You have to tell me."

"Arrrgh!" she snapped and got up to pace. "Ok...ok...the person is you Jace."

Now he stood up and walked over to her, gently taking her arm to turn her around.

"What do you mean? There's something you know about me that will hurt me?"

"I...I should have never opened my spicy mouth!"

"Raven....tell me now. Spit it out." he flatly said.

Jace towered over her with pursed lips, peering down firmly with his brown eye darkening and his blue eye brightening, only causing her to clam up even more.

"Raven! You do NOT want my eyes to turn yellow." he shouted.

"Ok! Ok! Josie...she's not your sister....Julian is really her father after all."

"W...what??"

"My mother...she lied to Jareth all to hurt Julian for sleeping with her twin and not knowing the difference."

"How the hell do you know this???"

"Look...it came up in some conversation on our journey back to Rivendell. I sat and listened. There's this buy...Boromir...who claims his brother...some Faramir guy is Josie's twin. I guess my mother hid it from Julian and gave the boy away to these people. It's some long fucked up story."

"Hearsay...you want me to believe something you overheard with no facts??"

"Jace...It's...it's true. I...I'm sorry. That Faramir guy, he has powers now that he never had and the Boromir dude, he...he saw the truth in Galadriel's fountain, the one that shows the future...he saw Faramir, Josie and Julian together, and the guy called Julian father...if my mother had twins and Julian is his father....then he is...my sister's too...which only makes her....your cousin. But, that's still family Jace....she's still your...family. It changes nothing."

"It changes everything Raven." he flatly spoke once again and went to stare out the window. "Who's to say this guy isn't lying??? I mean, who the fuck is he anyways??"

"I don't know who he is really, just that he's a good friend of Aragorn's and...why would he lie? He traveled clear from Gondor to find my sister and tell her. He was there at Jareth's, helping to free Thranduil, only you never saw him."

"Gee, I don't know Raven. Maybe your sick and twisted mother put him up to it before she died for whatever fucked up reason. It...it can't be true...it just can't be...I...I learned about Josie when I was a teen. Jareth...he let it slip in a bout of anger one night when he and I were arguing, but I knew nothing more about her or how to find her...I..I didn't even know her name then. I was so angry that I was never told and I was so fed up with him and my mother as it was for all the evil shit they did, that I left, and never looked back. I didn't want to be like them. I wanted to be a part of a normal family, with love...and love was forbidden in my world. I had witnessed what they did to my aunt Freya, forcing her to turn dark and it all was just the last straw... So I went searching for Josie and have been ever since...all these years Raven, and I finally found her and she was everything I knew and felt she would be...good and sweet and...she loved me back. I...I can't lose that Raven....I...I just can't...."

Raven gently took his arm and made him turn to look at her. His face was full of pure anger and pain, his eyes glistening of tears, eyes that he refused to hold up to her sympathetic gaze....and her heart desperately broke for him. For once in her life, she felt love. Real love.

"Now it is my turn to comfort you. Come here."

As soon as Raven's arms pulled him in, Jace broke down crying into her neck as he held her so tight.

'I...I don't want to be alone anymore Clover..." he muttered into her cinnamon scented hair.

"You don't have to be anymore. I...I'm here. Your lucky Clover." she softly assured him as she made him look at her and then...she did something that even surprised her. The dhampir kissed the warlock.

@redeemer46

#lee pace #king thranduil #thranduil and josie #thranduil #the elvenking #thranduil fanfiction #fantasies #fairytales #magic #love stories #dark stories #dark fiction #witches #warlocks #elves #vampires #vampire fanfiction #matthew de clermont #matthew clairmont #jace wayland #matthew goode #jace herondale #dominic sherwood

[haorev]

I am in love with and so delighted by the ancestry concept art in the Daggerheart Playtest Manuscript!!

I literally squealed upon seeing the faeries, especially the moth one on the top row!

Also: fat elves

#daggerheart #darrington press #Daggerheart open beta Playtest #I’m really liking this yall

[doodle-pops]

Hi Mina, I think someone's asked this before but I can't seem to find it on your blog, but can you rank who is the tallest to shortest of the elves you write for (or maybe just the top 10 tallest or something)?

Yes! I know the ask you're referring to and even I had some trouble finding them. I had answered two questions on it:

Is there any height chart for the elves?

My order of height for the House of Finwe

I know you asked for my order of 10 elves I write for, but I don't mind giving everyone 😁 (tallest to shortest):

Thingol — 9ft +

Argon

Turgon

Maedhros

Rog

Celegorm | Amrod | Amras | Celebrimbor | Fingolfin | Glorfindel {reborn}

Aegnor | Gil Galad

Finarfin | Feanor | Caranthir

Finrod | Fingon | Beleg | Angrod

Maglor | Egalmoth | Elrond

Galdor | Maeglin

Ecthelion | Curufin

Elladan | Elrohir

Erestor

Lindir — 6ft 8in

Just a little height estimate, so you'll know where it starts and ends. Those in the same row are of the same height.

#📬{questions} #elves #elves and heights #house of finwe #house of feanor #house of fingolfin #house of finarfin #house of thingol #house of elrond #lords of gondolin

[solitaire-sol]

16: Cultivation

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: August 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: The echobloom, also known as the echolalia orchid, is something I came up with, so don't look for it on an HP wiki. Welspryng Grange is my HC for a "Potter Manor," less over-the-top than most of those tend to be, with an agricultural focus given the Potters' apparent affinity for potions/growing ingredients; it operates as a commercial/research farm until Fleamont retires, with most of the adjacent land sold off over time. The springs that feed it are mildly magical and it's where Fleamont and Euphemia lived until it became clear they'd never have a large family, after which they primarily lived in the Godric's Hollow house until James and Lily married and moved in.

Some were surprised to learn that James Potter ranked among the best-scoring students in most classes, despite his disinterest in studying. Sirius was never surprised by James' talents, but he had been bewildered during their first Herbology lesson, where James had been volunteering answers and getting his hands dirty, in a very literal sense, once Professor Sprout allowed them into a greenhouse. Sirius, who had never felt a particular urge towards plants or potting soil, was fascinated by James' enthusiasm, watching James deftly replant lady's mantle sprouts, shaping protective mounds around the sprigs.

“Mum and Dad garden,” James had shrugged. “More Dad than Mum, but they both like it, so I wound up liking it, too.” Gardening seemed a mismatch for James, a poky pensioner's pastime for someone who seemed most at home going too fast, too high on a broom; but James' interest in growing things was more than that of a dutiful son, as Sirius learned the first time he'd visited the Potters at Welspryng Grange.

James led Sirius around the outbuildings, the tour frequently interrupted by James' recollections of 'those sugar shrubs have been there forever, they're the only things Mum bakes with' and 'I fell off that shed when I was five, stop laughing you nitwit, you're cracked.' "Welspryng is named for the, well, springs," James explained. “They go all through the estate from underground. Dad brewed the first cauldron of Sleekeazy's with that water!” James added proudly, and Sirius couldn't help a pang of envy, though it was forgotten as James took his wrist and drew Sirius towards an elegant building of glass and weathered iron.

“I've been growing something for you,” James announced, leading Sirius through rows of potted trees and blossoming shoots in planters, stopping before what looked like a white orchid on a slender stem. It might have been a Muggle flower if not for the faint magic it exuded, but it didn't look like anything they'd come across in Herbology.

“It's an echobloom,” James said, tugging Sirius closer. “When it matures, it captures the first sound it hears and stores it! Here, give a listen--” James indicated that Sirius should lean in, their shoulders bumping together, and James breathed a puff of air across the papery white petals in simulation of a breeze. The echobloom swayed a little, leaves and petals shifting, and Sirius' eyes widened as he heard James' voice emanate from the heart of the flower, saying--

Sirius felt his cheeks redden, the blush impossible to hide on his pale skin, and when he ventured a look at James, it was with a certain relief that he saw James had also gone pink. James was smiling, though, and Sirius found that he was smiling, too.

“You like it?” James asked, and his grip on Sirius' wrist was loose, but his hand was warm.

“Yeah,” Sirius replied, already figuring out how to get a china pot containing a three-foot-tall orchid past his mother and his mother's house-elves. “I love it.”

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i had another angstier idea but no #i wanted cute baby prongsfoot fluff #fics by sol

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @blairsanne based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

A Quaint Myth

—

“You think it’s stupid, don’t you.”Kili leaned against the window pane to look out at the twinkling lights on the planet below.

“No, no. Not stupid,” Fili assured him. “Quaint, maybe.”

“So you do think it’s stupid.”“No, I-”“You don’t believe their myths; just say it!”“I… have a hard time wrapping my head around it,” Fili hedged.

Kili had spent the last half hour describing a seasonal tradition of the planet they were orbiting.

“Well, I think it sounds fun. A tour of the wilds in the cold, hot sweet beverages… Lights in trees?”

Fili walked over and sat on the window bench, offering Kili a small smile. “All of that sounds lovely.”

A smile crept across Kili’s face, his brows raising.“A fat elf in a red suit bringing gifts to anyone who believes?”

Fili snorted and shook his head.“Doesn’t sound like any elves I know.”

“No, the elves of MW-1050 are not known for their generosity,” Kili agreed.They shared a laugh.

The various alien races got along well enough on their starship, but cultural differences were still a hurdle at times. Opportunities to engage in the traditional customs of their fellow crewmates were helpful for a sense of community and camaraderie.

And if it happened to be tied into an excursion to an alien planet? Well, Fili wasn’t going to turn his nose up at it, no matter how quaint.

—

Cool air nipped at Fili’s cheeks as he looked up at the snow-covered branches that were passing overhead. 

He was seated beside Fili in a “sleigh” being pulled by a large, hoofed mammal that Fili had been assured was friendly. The road through the forest was well maintained despite the snow, and the “horse” was being steered by a human in the front of the sleigh, leaving the dwarves to sit back and enjoy the view of the foreign world.

Fili looked over to see Kili grinning to himself in excitement, eyes wide. He placed his hand on Kili’s, getting his attention.

“It’s so white,” Kili enthused.

Fili nodded.“Hard to believe they go out in it.”

The dwarves of TO-2746 lived underground, their planet’s surface technically habitable but not to their preferences. Instead, large cities were hewn from the rich rock below, providing stable climates to live in, and valuable resources to produce tools and finery.

Their eyes were less suited for the blinding sunlight that glittered over the white ground in winter, though you’d hardly know it with the way Kili was drinking it all in.

“It’s thrilling, isn’t it? Braving the inclement weather, taking in the scent of the trees and the pale of the sky?”

Fili gave a small huff of agreement, though he wasn’t sure if he was quite as invested as Kili.

“Humans are wild.”“Almost as wild as you.”“Ha ha. Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying yourself.”

“Well…” Fili smiled, his dimple showing itself despite his facial hair. “Yes, I am.”

They rounded a bend in the road, and suddenly there were strings of twinkling white lights lining their path, hanging from tall wooden posts adorned with cedar boughs, holly berries, and large red bows.

They sleigh came to a stop near a stable, and they disembarked to join their crewmates as they gathered on long log benches near a bonfire. The humans were singing some foreign song in their native tongue, and Kili was impressed that they all knew the words so well.

Fili and Kili sat down near the elves from Engineering, waiting as their human hosts started passing out hot beverages.

“That’s incredible.”

Fili followed Kili’s gaze up the towering evergreen tree that crowned the clearing. It was adorned in spiraling rows of colored lights that made the snow glow in a cascade of color. Every branch was laden with metallic baubles, and at the very top was affixed a shining star.

“It is,” Fili agreed.

He looked around at the gathering, thinking it was an awful lot of work to set up the whole production. He wondered if it was really worth it, until his gaze landed upon the delighted face of one of the humans that worked in the med bay. Her rosy cheeks and animated movements as she explained her people’s customs to the dwarf beside her reminded him of the way Kili often lit up around their own holiday traditions.

He accepted the hot cocoa he was offered and cupped it in his hands, grateful for the warmth.

Kili slurped at his without ceremony, whipped cream catching in the stubble above his lip.

He beamed at Fili.

“Thanks for coming.”“Thanks for dragging me along.”

—

“I thought those things that pulled the sleighs were called horses?”

Fili shook his head in confusion as Ori gripped the storybook that he had been showing to Fili and Kili.

“Yes, the ones we had were horses, but these ones-” he gestured to the drawing of antlered mammals pulling a sleigh. “Are called reindeer. They have these horns coming out of their heads, quite different.”

“Oh, I wish we’d seen one of those.”

“Well, Santa apparently has eight of them, and they can fly! And he goes about delivering gifts to children.”

“Only children?” Kili complained.

Ori shrugged.“Well that’s what I’ve come to understand.”

“It’s just a myth, Kee. Big mammals like that couldn’t fly through the air.”

“You know as well as I do that myths are usually based on something. What if the elf that delivers the presents has an aircraft?”

“An aircraft that the humans mistook for eight- what were they called?”“Reindeer,” Ori offered.“Eight reindeer?”

“Well- maybe it looked odd to them, so they misinterpreted it,” Kili suggested defensively.

“It’s a children’s story.”

Fili sighed and shook his head, walking over to the observation window as the shuttle slowly made its way toward their main ship.

He looked out over the dark planet, satisfied by their long excursion. The home of Men was beautiful, even in treacherous weather, made cheery by their holiday customs. The lights of their cities mirrored the ones he’d seen in that clearing earlier, and he thought idly that the dwarves back home could use a similar holiday.

He stilled as he saw movement through the clouds.

Breaking through the atmosphere was a fat elf in a red suit, seated in a sleigh pulled by eight reindeer.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

[fontasticcrablettes]

You know in ToS there’s a shit parent even shitter than Kratos?

The f*cking pope of Tethe’alla

He directs laws that are discriminatory towards half elves which includes his own daughter who, he has in a basement in sybak research facilites with no break

Let’s her stand on death row for helping the party and even finds and uses her to try and kidnap and kill both Zelos and the princess of Tethe’alla

Top Notch Parenting right there on top of every other shitty things he’s done

Oh my god I forgot about that dude what the fuck you're right. Honestly Symphonia has so many parents it could popular an entire bracket on its own.

Very interesting actually to compare how many Symphonia characters are fucked up by their familes, vs how many Vesperia characters are fucked up from a lack of family.

#Anonymous #tales of shitty parents