#magpie bridge

[bakedbeanchan]

Sokka and Yue reuniting in the spirit world

[visavice]

[creativesplat]

Stargazing

[yearnstarved]

─── ⋆ IF A DOG ACTS OUT, ITS MASTER MUST ANSWER FOR THE MISDEED. At least, that was the way Chang'e was taught. The edicts of the heavenly realm followed the same principles and that was the way she had to run her Guanghan palace. The train of her dress rippled in the wind following her descent. The blanched and plainness of the undyed fabrics caught the moonlight over them.

She contemplated how to address him at first. When she was the one carrying all this shame on behalf of her pupil, which of his name would convey the most deference? Tianhu (heavenly tiger)? Demon hunter? Finally she drew a breath in and settled on,

"ZORO."

"Jade Rabbit informed me that one of my pupils came to the mortal realm without my sanction and caused you trouble. He challenged you to a duel it seems. On his behalf, I wanted to apologize for the insolence."

( @3katanas )

[iwillruletheuniverse]

Mum got her magazine about antiques today. Oliver Rhy Girl With Magpie was sold in june: I often called Thomas magpie❤️

[writeronartblock]

Hestia. Hestia. HESTIA. HESTIA

If you're gonna approve any one of the boys in Shulaina's vicinity to be her partner, PLEASE APPROVE CORY!! HE'S LITERALLY THE BEST CANDIDATE, NO STRINGS ATTACHED!!

HE'S THE MOST NORMAL ONE OUT OF ALL OF THE LOVE INTERESTS, PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!

[literaryphilanderer]

Webtoon: I Don't Want To Be a Magpie Bridge

Author(s): 살오른 곱등이

Artist(s): Chubby cricket

I’ve been reincarnated into a side character of a novel. On top of that, I am the character who is like a magpie bridge in the mentally-exhausting story, "The Guys Around Hestia." There is no romance in store for me, and it absolutely horrifies me to think that my family is destined to drown in debt! I planned on becoming a civil servant, enjoying a life of wealth and honor that I was unable to attain in my previous life but… why are the guys behaving out of character? Why are you blushing in front of me? Why do you keep giving me food? “Can you Imagine Shushu being shy when looking at someone?” “Whoa… It’d be amazing if that happens.” As Cory absent-mindedly said to Hiley, Eve frowned and murmured under his breath. “Should I run away with her…” Swan remained silent while he hid his face with his sleeves. His face and ears turned red. What’s up with you guys? Why are you guys doing other things instead of being obsessed with the female lead? Get yourself together! This is the survival story of an academy student, Schulaina West, who wants to pursue a wealthy future in a reverse harem novel. TL/N: Magpie Bridge is the bridge made by a flock of magpies that connects the two star-crossed lovers Orihime and Hikoboshi in the legend behind the Tanabata festival.

Thoughts:

This...this is incredible? I don't even know how to start my review. The characters are incredibly constructed, with believable flaws and motivations. The friendships are complex and textured. The plot is intriguing. Of course it is a manhwa and the standard suspension of disbelief is mandatory but the webtoon manages to straddle the fence between believable and outright ridiculous incredibly well. The protagonist is fun and even as readers realize that she's not a very reliable narrator, they can't help but root for her since she's so utterly charismatic. Of course, the magic school, the bickering and the banter between several very pretty people doesn't hurt. All in all, I want to read more. Now.

[nought-shall-go-ill]

A Bridge Made of Magpies please! 👀

Certainly! Annoyingly, I have most of this piece written out by hand and don't have my notebook on me, but I do have the first line saved in my notes:

The end of the world shouldn't start with soft kisses.

A Bridge Made of Magpies is my Jily version of The Cowherd & The Weaver Girl. In the story, Lily and James are forced to be apart for decades by an ancient curse, except for one day a year.

I have a feeling it won't be my most popular story, but it is probably one of my favourite ever plot bunnies, and I love it very much. (Difficult in execution though).

[probablyjustamagpie]

Re-writing part of my story because I think Marigold deserves more violence. As a treat

[joetastic2739]

Happy Magpie Festival Day (aka Chinese Valentines day)

Here's my contribution to the SIGNALIS 2024 Magpie Festival Event hosted by @rcwar-var. The day is a great fit for our lovely game not only cause Magpie = Elster, but cause Ariane Yeong is Chinese!

Tried to incorporate as many Chinese influences as possible such as the traditional Chinese arch bridge, cherry blossoms (its not just a Japanese thing) and the floating lanterns!

[ahqkas]

♯ TO LIKE YOU OR LOVE YOU ; theodore nott

PAIRING! theodore nott x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS! theodore nott was known to be just like an eurasian magpie — drawn by nature to snatch up and fly off with shiny things. it was no surprise the two of you found yourself in possession of a time turner (which certainly showed you an interesting image) ( based on this rq.!! )

WARNINGS / TAGS! fluff, time traveling, friends to lovers + lmk of more if found !!

WORD COUNT! 1.8k

NOTES! i love this prompt sm u have no idea how excited i was to find a request for it ☹️☹️ this is a repost bc tumblr wasn’t showing this in the tags. all the credits to the devider bellow belong to @/plutism !

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

TIME WAS THE MOST INTERESTING THING A HUMAN RACE COULD HAVE STUMBLED UPON. It was woven with infinite threads of moments, decisions, and possibilities. Each thread held the potential to shape the fabric of the future in ways unimaginable. It was both a river, flowing inevitably forward, and a maze of paths that twisted and turned, leading to dramatic outcomes. The very idea that time could be manipulated, that one could step outside its relentless march, was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

And Theodore Nott managed to do just that.

The passage of time was like a dance between light and shadow, where the present moment was a balancing act on the razor's edge of now. Like the White Swan and the Black Swan. Memories of the past tugged at the heart, whispering tales of days gone by, while the future beckoned with a siren's call of unknown adventures and uncharted territories.

Time was both a friend and an enemy. It was a healer, softening the edges of pain and grief with its gentle touch, allowing wounds to scar over and hearts to mend. Yet, it was also a thief, stealthily stealing youth, opportunities, and moments that could never be reclaimed. It moved with a steady, unyielding pace, indifferent to the desires and pleas of those who wished to slow it down or speed it up.

And with a Time-Turner, one could do marvelous things. This delicate device, seemingly unassuming with its petite hourglass and golden frame, held within it the power to transcend the natural flow of time. It was a key to the past and the future, a tool for exploration, and a bridge to moments that had long since passed.

The Time-Turner allowed its bearer to step beyond the boundaries of the present, to revisit decisions and events with the wisdom of hindsight. It offered a chance to right wrongs, to experience lost opportunities anew, and to glimpse the world that was awaiting. Each turn of the hourglass was a dance with destiny.

But the true marvel of the Time-Turner lay not just in its ability to revisit the past, but in the taunting glimpse it offered into the future. To step beyond the present and witness what lay ahead was a privilege reserved for the brave and the curious. The future, with its infinite branches and pathways, was a place full of dreams and nightmares, where every possibility coexisted in a symphony of potential outcomes. Everything could be possible in the future.

The golden chain of the forbidden magical item hung in Theo's grasp as he presented it in front of you, showing you the new possession he managed to get his grasp on. You didn't know how and from where, and you were positive you didn't even want to know the details. The delicate hourglass within the frame shimmered with an almost ethereal glow, hinting at the ancient magic contained in its confines.

His eyes, a pretty shade of Italian skies and deep seas, gleamed with a mixture of mischief and carefulness as he looked at you through his eyelashes.

"I'm certain you're familiar with this, am I right?" he asked, the tone of his voice low and conspiratorial, as if he were sharing a treasured secret with you. And at some point, he truly was, because what the two of you were about to do was something forbidden.

You nodded slowly at his words, your gaze fixed on the delicate device between his fingers. Whispers of its powers had circulated through the halls of Hogwarts, tales of old wizards and witches who had bent time to their will, reliving moments or altering their paths. But seeing one in Theo's hands, real and touchable, was something entirely different. The Time-Turner pulsed with promising adventures beyond the ways of the present.

"How did you get one of these? They're forbidden."

"Let's just say I have my ways," a hint of smirk danced at the edge of his lips upon his answer. He was mysterious like that, the Slytherin. Working years on creating the perfect facade for his persona: the quiet and intelligent student to most of Hogwarts, the cunning and bold boy to his closest ones. You had to admit, he was really one of the smartest students in your year. No one would ever suspect him for the acts he had done. "It's about knowing the right people and being in the right place at the right time."

Raising an eyebrow at his poorly said explanation, clearly wanting to hear more, you gave him a pointed look, but Theo just chuckled softly and laced your fingers together in one, the Time-Turner now caged in your joined palms. "Don't worry about it. Just trust me."

His reassurance did little to satisfy your curiosity, but there was something about the confidence in his voice that made you want to believe him. Besides, the allure of the Time-Turner was far too great and enticing to resist.

"Okay," you breathed out in a nervous exhale. Theo swung the chain of the magical device around both your and his neck, bringing you even closer than before. His fingers set the hourglass into motion with a synchronized turn. The world around you shimmered and blurred, the magic of the Time-Turner whisking you away from the present. Your stomach ached a little at the sensation, and when the whirlwind of colours finally ceased, you found yourself standing on the exact same spot, near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The warm summer air was still the same, the sun casting a golden hue over the grounds of Hogwarts. Before you could fully grasp where — or when — you were, you heard voices nearby. And they sounded all too familiar.

Instinctively, you and Theo ducked behind the huge batch of Hagrid's gigantic orange pumpkins, peeking out cautiously to see who it was. What you saw made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Just a few yards away, strolling casually along the path that led the Quidditch pitch to the castle, were two people you recognized immediately. But it wasn't just their faces that were familiar; it was everything about them.

It was you. And Theo.

Only, you both looked older — just by a year or two, but the difference was noticeable. Your older self walked slightly ahead, your hand loosely held by older Theo's as you seemed to chat so easily with each other from the distance. The sight was surreal, as if you were watching a scene from one of your friends' muggle movies full of romance and comedy.

Your older self laughed at something the older Theo had said, the sound ringing out in the stillness of the day. There was a lightness to your step, an ease in your movements that spoke of comfort and confidence. You looked happy — truly happy — in a way that filled you with a strange mix of emotions.

Older Theo, too, looked different. He seemed more relaxed, his usual guarded expression softened into something more open, more at peace. The way he looked at you — like you hung the stars on the night sky just for him — was something you'd never seen before, at least not from this Theo, your Theo, standing beside you now. The affection between your future selves was a sight to see, and you wondered in what universe was this really happening. Could it be your very own?

The two of them stopped walking near the entrance to the castle, close enough to feel the homely feeling Hogwarts provided and far enough to stray from any onlookers. Older Theo pulled the older you gently toward him until you were standing close, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so intimate, so familiar, that it made your heart ache with a longing you hadn't fully acknowledged until now. Your older self leaned into his touch, smiling up at him in a way that made it clear how much you openly cared for him.

And then, in a moment that made you widen your eyes from the unexpected gesture, older Theo dipped his head and kissed the older you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, lingering kiss. Watching it was like seeing a secret version of your future — a future where you and Theo were more than just friends, where you were something much deeper, something lasting.

Beside you, the present-day Theo was silent, the look in your eyes matching yours as he took in the scene before him. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his hand gripped yours just a little too tightly. This was as much a revelation for him as it was for you — a glimpse into a future neither of you had dared to dream about.

When your older selves ended the kiss, your older self smiled softly at the boy, leaning into his touch when his lips met your forehead. They stood like that for a moment, wrapped up in their own little world, before older Theo spoke, his voice carrying on the wind just enough for you to hear.

"Did you see the look on Malfoy's face when he missed that last shot?" a smirk formed on your, apparently, boyfriend's face as he intertwined his fingers with yours and began to lead the way towards to castle yet again. "I thought he was going to hex his broom out of sheer frustration."

"I'm surprised he didn't. You know how he's with Quidditch — he treats every practice like it's the World Cup final."

The words echoed in the silence around you, sinking into your mind and heart like a promise — a promise of what could be, if you both were brave enough to act upon it.

Before either of you could process what you'd just witnessed, the familiar pull of the Time-Turner gripped you again, the world dissolving into a blur of colors and sounds. When you landed back in your own time, the warm summer day had been replaced by the cool shadows of the evening, and the grounds of Hogwarts were once again quiet.

Theo's hand was still in yours, his grip firm as if he feared letting go would make the memory of what you'd just seen slip away. You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his in a shared surprise. The future you'd just witnessed was no longer some distant, abstract concept — it was real, and it was possible. The only thing standing in the way was the courage to take that first step.

Theo's expression was a mixture of shock and something deeper, something more profound. He looked at you as if seeing you for the first time, really seeing you, and in that moment, you realized that the future wasn't just something that happened to you. It was something you created, moment by moment, choice by choice.

And in that instant, you knew that whatever came next, you wanted it to be with him.

[mydaylight]

By the way, in case anybody is interested, the Magpie Bridge Brigade has recently finished the complete translation of Empresses in the Palace, which is linked above. They are currently in the process of updating the first 15 episodes. I highly recommend the series, which is an exquisitely crafted period drama that is distinguished in everything from the engaging plot, the incredible acting and iconic character development to the gorgeous costumes and sets. The translators have done an amazing job, so this is a great opportunity for more people to get into this great series! You really cannot go wrong with Empresses in the Palace.

(also just fyi, that last shot shown in the tweet does not mean the character has died)

[yearnstarved]

─── ⋆ NEZHA? Chang'e had sent her guard to escort their visitor into the palace. Leave it up to the third prince to come at an inopportune time for Guanghan palace. Her pacing left a trail of figure 8's across the cold jadite floor.

"My lady. Nezha approaches." The announcement rang through the hallways and beyond. She smoothed out the layers of her gown and held her hands poised and clasped together.

Her head nodded in a quick bow. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit from our stinky boy? I have to admit you've come at a time where things are in a state of DISARRAY." Normally Jade Rabbit would be by her side as he always had been for the past millennium upon millennium. Today she was alone—a sight jarring for everybody in the palace from top to bottom.

( @inmiasma | NEZHA )

[iwillruletheuniverse]

Went to the other house. This magpie feather with iridescent part waited for me❤️ I often called Thomas magpie❤️

[cyborgnecromancer]

The Magpie Festival is about countless magpies making a bridge across the stars to reunite a couple? Definitely a Signalis reference.

[areyoudreaminof]

WIP Wednesday: Elucien Week Day 3

Lucien knotted the ropes, fat with sea spray, tightly to the mast. Behind him, he could hear Jurian and Vassa conversing with the Captain. He turned quickly, scanning the deck for her when he spotted the flash of golden curls on the starboard side. Elain was leaning along the railing, chin resting in her hands as she stared dreamily out at the blue waves. Lucien was at her side in a few quick steps, tucking her hair behind her delicate ears, her curls even more wild with the salt air. Her nose was slightly red and freckled along the bridge from only just a week at sea. Lucien wrapped his arms around her waist as she turned to meet him with a smile. 

“You should be wearing a hat under this sun, you know,” he kissed her gently, taking care to remember his sea chapped lips, but Elain kissed him right back with a smile. 

“The hat makes my head sweaty,” she shrugged, “and besides, Vassa has enough hat for all of us.” 

Lucien peeked at Vassa’s ridiculous wide brimmed hat, flourished with a bundle of ostrich feathers. On the last port, she had spotted the thing in a shop window, haggled the poor artisan for it, and now wore it constantly on deck. The first mate had said hats like that were typically seen on Rasñian noblemen, so of course the queen had taken to it like a magpie. Jurian said nothing, just dodged feathers. 

“That thing is heavy,” Elain giggled, “probably heavier than her crown.” 

“Heavy is the head that wears the feathered hat,” Elain snorted with laughter into Lucien’s neck, “We should bring one back,” he mused, “Cassian could really embarrass Nesta quite spectacularly with one.”