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Sergeant Elias Poe

Sergeant at day, ghosthunter at night. Sergeant Elias Poe spends his free time searching for the paranormal... much to his inspectors regret.

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Inspector Taylor kehrt zurück!

Kaum nach London zurückgekehrt, muss sich Inspector Taylor mit gleich zwei sonderbaren Fällen auseinandersetzen. Durch Mächte, die sich ihm zunächst nicht zeigen wollen, wird Taylor der neue Eigentümer einer Stadtvilla, die in der Nachbarschaft nur als das Spukhaus der Canary Street bekannt ist. Zum Glück hat er Unterstützung durch seinen neuen Sergeant Elias Poe, der in seiner Freizeit leidenschaftlich gern der Geisterjagd nachgeht. Aber auch Scotland Yards neuester Fall stellt ihn vor ein Rätsel. Der Mord an einem angesehenen Professor des Okkulten mit anschließendem Diebstahl wertvoller Artefakte führt die beiden Ermittler tief in den Abgrund der Stadt. Inspector Taylor muss bald schon einsehen, dass ihn die mysteriösen Nebelschwaden von Hawthorne Hill nicht ohne Weiteres aus ihrem nasskalten Griff entkommen lassen.

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It all started with a woman, because every good detective story is about a woman…. or rather the absence of a woman.

Inspector Frederik Taylor begins his search for missing journalist Josephine White at the last place she was seen: the remote island of Cetecea Island. With the help of his new colleague Sergeant Olivia Thompson and the arrogant billionaire's son Otis Ballard, he ventures to uncover the island's secrets. In the process, he is not only drawn into the machinations of Centennial Energy Corp, but witnesses events that are to change his life forever.

What Taylor doesn't realise is that this is only the first of many strange cases.

Join Inspector Frederik Taylor on the first of his strange cases and discover the mystery of the Island of the Floating Whales.

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I just came home and a car pulled up with loud ass music blasting out when the driver got out and I shit you not it was last christmas in fucking july

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The Gancanagh - A Downton Abbey Fanfiction

Title: The Gancanagh

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Summary: Gancanagh - (from Irish gean cánach 'love talker') a male fairy in Irish mythology that is known for seducing women and men alike.

Thomas had not intended to fall in love with another lord, but as soon as Lord Aiden McTavish entered the stage, his heart betrayed him. He loved Aiden and Aiden loved him, it was as simple as that. Until it wasn't anymore.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilog

Read the whole story here or under #thegancanaghfic. For more of my stuff search #flokileroux or #flokiwrites

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The good thing: A full week off to write on my next book.

The bad thing: having writers block

The good thing: getting back into reading and devouring the whole shadow & bones series plus six of crows and crooked kingdom

The better thing: creativity hits again and the words just flowing out of my fingers onto the paper

The catch: writers brain only accepts writing Nikolai Lantsov fanfiction

Just why...

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I understand and agree with a lot of the frustrations about the shortcomings of Inquisition as a story. but sometimes when I hear people complain about the chosen one narrative in it I do want to just be like... you know it's a deconstruction of the concept more than anything, right. the inquisitor isn't actually chosen by anything except stumbling into the wrong (right?) room at the right (wrong?) time because they like, heard a noise or whatever. or if you think they are chosen, as many do in-universe, that's something you have to take on faith, the maker-or-whoever moves in mysterious ways indeed-style. the Inquisitor isn't actually a Destined Chosen One, they're a Just Some Guy in a fancy hat, self-delusions of grandeur to taste as you'd prefer.

a running thread that goes through all of the personal quests of the companions is the concept of a comforting lie vs. an uncomfortable truth, upholding old corrupt structures vs. disrupting them, and the role of faith in navigating that. (blackwall the warden vs. thom rainier the liar and murderer. hissrad vs. the iron bull, or is that the other way around? cassandra and the seekers -- do we tell the truth about what we find, even if it means dismantling the old order of the world? and so on.) and your inquisitor IS at the same time a comforting lie (a necessary one, in dark times? the game seems to ask) and an uncomfortable truth (we are the result of random fickle chance, no protective hand is held over the universe, it's on us to make a better world because the maker sure as hell won't lift a divine finger to help anyone, should he against all odds exist). faith wielded for political power... where's the point that it crosses the line into ugliness? is it before it even begins? what's the alternative? will anyone listen to the truth, if you tell it?

interesting how you also get a mix of companion agency in this -- you have characters like dorian who ALWAYS choose one side of the comforting lie vs. uncomfortable truth dichotomy. he will always make up his own mind to go back to tevinter and try to dismantle the corruption of the old system no matter what you say, or how you try to influence him. meanwhile iron bull is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum -- so psychologically trapped and mangled, caught in an impossible spiritual catch-22, that his sense of identity is left entirely to you and your mercy. you cannot change dorian in any way that matters; you can be his friend or not, support him or not, but he is whole no matter what. you are given incredible and potentially destructive-to-him power over bull's soul. it's really cool (and heartbreaking) to think about.

this is a game about how history will eat you even while you're still alive, and shape you into whatever image it pleases to serve it, and for all your incredible power right now you are powerless in the face of the gravitational force of time -- of more than time, of History. you won't recognize yourself in what History will make of you, because you belong to it now. you don't belong to yourself anymore and you never will again. the further you were from what it needs from you to begin with, the more you will find yourself distorted in its funhouse mirror. (why hello there inquisitor ameridan, same hat!)

and to me this is so much the core of what Dragon Age is about right from the Origins days -- how and by whom history gets written, the inherent unreliable narration of it all. I hope you like stories, Inquisitor. You are one now.

I do think it's probably still the weakest of the games narratively, and it's hampered by its structure and bloated systems. but I also find it disingenous to say that there's nothing deeper or actually interesting going on with it, thematically. if you're willing to engage with it there is Some Real Shit going on under the high fantasy-tinted surface.

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ECLIPSE CELEBRATION

Digital Illustration by Christina Bencina

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Ostara — Spring Equinox.

Now warmth returns, relieving night Ostara brings Her fertile fair The precious egg, the wild hare To start again the song of spring And to our hearts fair blessings bring. Old Winter now retires to rest The passion of His storms attest The floods that fuel fresh buds renew To Winter's effort, Spring gives due So now He slumbers, satisfied With what His watchful works provide.

— Emily Cooke

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Love the idea of Outsider being higher but not the highest deity. And who is the highest one, you may ask me? The Void! Just the eldritch god, as old as the time itself, lonely and eager to communicate. But along with that Its only touch is deadly for mere mortals, as It's a pure havoc that will absorb the very soul of the one It's communicating with. 

Corvo describes the Void as an “endless cold”, Daud says that the Void feels like “if you cried for help but no one answered”. And for them it's true but for the eldritch one it's the form of communication. A love language. It lets you roam inside freely and It expects you to let It do the same, let It roam inside of you. Cup your soul in Its improvised hands to hold just for a moment, to study, to feel your emotion, to live through your memory. To show you some love in Its term, to do the softest thing It can do!

And who knows maybe this communication was the main goal of whoever created Outsider. But as time went by, this goal was lost and forgotten. So here It is and here is Outsider, both so old and not even sure how much of them was inherently theirs and how much they have absorbed from each other. 

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come with me ,let's lie on the old wooden floors,read the secret history accompanied with taking sips of black tea at intervals.

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Is it arrogant to like ones fanfic so much to get it printed? No? Good, because that's exactly what I did!

Featuring a framed picture of yours truly, Thomas Barrow, because it just looks so good on my vintage gallery wall.

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@academia-lucifer

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Just in case anyone was confused or concerned.

Drafting is a skill. And it's a skill you can learn. If you ever look at your first draft and go 'actually this is good' do not immediately go 'no it's can't be good it's a first draft'. If you've been writing for a while (like years) writing a draft that is perfectly serviceable and only needs some editing without a ton of cutting is like... fine.

I spend a lot of my time 'writing' and 'rewriting' drafts 6-10 times in my head and when they finally come out as my 'first draft' (or a second in some cases) it's already been through 2-8 revisions. The work has been done and the words I'm writing are the culmination of those revisions. I just didn't write it down.

Not all revisions have to take place in meat space or as text on a screen. Revisions happen as you play out scenarios over and over again in day dreams or bed time stories. Your first draft is not something that Must be conquered and tamed into something presentable. Sometimes you nail it because you've spent all the revision time already.

This is not something that comes to everyone. But it is something you can get good at. You do not have to agonize over a 5th rewrite if the first time you've put words to paper is already the 6th revision that's gotten better every time. There's a lotta 'you gotta suffer to make a book good' in writeblr I just don't agree with. You can just nail it the "First Time". Not every time. But you can.

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Guess who just ordered a printed copy of their own Thomas Barrow fanfic :D

Thomas Barrow | Downton Abbey 2x06

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