#Dira Keeper

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

I don’t really have anything to say up here

14. Parasite: [FILE 404], [REMEMBER TO EDIT THIS LATER], [DISC ERROR]

The 3D’s!

Doodlesprites are, in fact, parasites! Whenever they travel to another dimension they end up in a random host and briefly taking over their lives. Or semi-permanently taking over their lives, as they can end up killing their host if they stay as them long enough.

No one remembers they were anyone different, even after they’ve left their host, though occasionally someone will notice something is off (ie, the extra arms, the weird eyes, etc)

14. Impaled: The Director

Was originally going to draw his killer as well but I decided to not show them.

Rest in peace Dira, your family misses you.

[synonymroll648]

happy ayyám-i-há Izzy I drew your little guys for you <3

MAKING THIS MY PFP NOW ILYSM <33333 /p

[bookwyrminspiration]

how does your dad feel about finitar

"*squints at me* I was not aware of that."

He asked if it was canon, and I said no, so he elaborated "Since I am not part of the fan community, I didn't know about that ship--is that the right word?" Since he's never thought about it before, he doesn't have any opinions or feelings to expand upon.

Roisin because of you I quoted the Finitar breakup line at my father in the kitchen at the tender age of 6:47 am. I don't know what kind of character I'm building rn but I'm building it

[cinamun]

Lol why is Agatha there? Great update, though reading back i do have to question Charlies logic and motives. At one point he's saying he doesn't care what Dira does, it's her prerogative, she can do whatever she wants. But by giving her this love confession its almost like an attempt to hold her down, or at the least hold her to him. So i wonder can Charlie have it both ways where he truly doesn't care about what she does and who its with but also having her and loving her and all that means.

Agnes Crumplebutt, keeper of The Purse™ represents what is pure and proper and the notion that a real woman would never behave like Dira. Real women are wives and mothers, not filthy harlots like Indira!! She went in for the purse smack but Dira woke up before contact.

ANYWAY lfdmkdkjfkdlasjfl

You know what else I wonder? I wonder if that conversation he had with his work buddy was some indication of the series of unfortunate events that followed. His work buddy says shes for the streets. His work buddy laughed him off when he dreamed of marriage (when she's ready). Was he *gasp* trying to prove something? Go back to work like "I GOT HER!! HA HAHAAA YOU WERE WRONG!"....

[the-wicked-deep]

THE WICKED DEEP

Projet inspiré des oeuvres the sorcery of thorns (Margaret Rogerson) , The Scholomance (Naomi Novik) et La Passe-miroir (Christelle Dabos).

DISCORD

EXPLICATIONS

---- ENCLAVE OZERA, Avril 2023

La nuit vient de tomber, les ténèbres se sont emparées de ses moindres recoins alors qu’on entend les bavardages des grimoires et les pas assidus des Keepers, faisant leur ronde autour des prémisses. Les barrières menant au coffre des grimoires les plus dangereux sont fermées, protégées par deux Keepers, qui eux ne bougent pas. Stoïques, les yeux vrillés ci et là de la bibliothèque, les choses semblent être normales ce soir. 

Et pourtant… une fumée épaisse s’imprègne lentement, mais sûrement des murs. Les Keepers tombent tous un à un alors que leur vision leur est retirée pour quelques minutes. Des cris de panique se font entendre, mais il est déjà trop tard. Les grilles menant au coffre sont ouvertes et dans son cœur un grimoire a disparu. Un des huit grimoires les plus dangereux au monde. 

---- AUJOURD’HUI

La chasseuse s’empare de son infuseur et insuffle son incantation, lui donnant pour quelques minutes une force décuplée. Elle s’empare de sa rapière et se lance en direction du Mal qui vient de s’engager dans l’enclave des Blackthorn. Les sorciers qui l’entourent courent en panique, cherchant en vain leurs infuseurs pour se défendre. Mais le monstre a faim, le monstre qui ne devrait pas être là, ne pas exister. 

La chasseuse, elle, n’hésite pas une seule seconde. Elle le pousse de tout son poids afin qu’il lâche sa proie, et enfonce sa rapière dans sa gorge. Elle sait que ça ne sera pas suffisant pour le tuer, mais assez pour le déconcentrer quelques minutes. Elle attrape un os de lézard et lui insuffle une seconde incantation. Le monstre, à présent en colère, se retourne vers elle pour lui asséner un coup. Mais avec sa force et surtout sa rapidité, la chasseuse ne lui laisse pas la chance et use de cette opportunité pour enfoncer son poing dans ce qui semble être sa tête. Le monstre recule, mais montre ses dents. 

S’ensuit un duel qui finira dans la mort du Mal, la destruction de quelques champs de protection de l’enclave Blackthorn. Plus de peur que de mal dira la matriarche de la famille.. mais ce n’est pas la première, ni la dernière attaque. Et les conséquences deviennent toujours plus graves, élevant les questions: qui vole les grimoires et pourquoi les Mals refont leur apparition alors qu’ils étaient enfermés dans les enfers? Les huits enclaves sortiront-elles indemnes de ce plan bien plus élaboré qu’il n’y paraît?

[lavellanvibes]

Welcome to my blog✌🏻

Welcome new followers!

Hello, I’m Bon. She/her

This blog doesn’t always post explicit content. But I am 18+ and I ask that you only follow me and interact with me if you are 18+. Thank you! This is for everyone’s safety.

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Warning: I love emojis and I use them too much✌🏻😇

I have many OC’s:

Sadira “Dira” and her sister Farryn !

Sadira (my active inquisitor) in a relationship with Cullen AND Samson. She cries a lot. Don’t worry!Farryn is a badass archer and is in a relationship with Blackwall. 2 lucky ladies! I post way too much non-canon samson stuff.

Vamir is Sadira’s brother- keeper of another clan looking for more out of life- wanting to travel far and wide. He finds Scout Harding very cute and compelling.

Dove is my Josephine romancing, 6’ elf mage. She has read every book in Thedas. Don’t let her goth appearance fool you- she’s a sarcastic, fun friend to all.

Zestari- a dwarf who will do any crime to impress her crush, Cass.

Corinthia Hawke is my wife gal, loving Merrill and cutting down anyone who will look at her funny.

I also have an original story I’m working on- Glimmer Hollow, a story of a rough-around-the-edges guy with a motorcycle gang breathing down his neck because of a loan shark. He meets a runaway fairy princess and gets thrown into a world of evil emperors and magic. Eddie and Bijou are totally a normal couple, despite all their turmoil.

I hope you enjoy my content 💕

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Anything that is 18 and up/ N S F W I will be tagging as both #18 and up only and #lemons but be advised my blog is only for 18 and up individuals

[dsudis]

In the annals of excellent life choices

So there’s a new Twin Peaks... thing...? out? I guess? And I have never seen Twin Peaks (but am fairly well spoiled for whodunnit and so on) and have pretty firmly decided that, NOPE, NOT FOR ME, TOO CREEPY AND AWFUL.

...So tonight I was like “hey, I want to watch some TV and obviously Twin Peaks is not even in the running, but what should I watch? Leverage? Sense8?”

And then Netflix recommended me The Keepers. About the unsolved murder of a nun, and how her murder connected to the horrific sexual abuse of teen girls in the school where she taught because THAT IS MUCH LESS CREEPY AND AWFUL AND HORRIFYING THAN TWIN PEAKS? OR. THE OPPOSITE OF THAT. SO OBVIOUSLY I WATCHED THAT.

(I mean, the series seems amazingly well done and I’m sure I’m going to watch the rest of it, just, you know, this is EXACTLY LIKE that time I decided not to read the second and third books of the Hunger Games trilogy because they were too grim and depressing and instead I went and read a book about the Donner party. GUESS WHAT, GRIM AND DEPRESSING AND THE ADDED HORROR OF ACTUALLY BEING TRUE.)

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Best of 2018 Stucky Fic Rec!

Another year gone! How the time goes by! :P 

This year has been a huge year for me personally and for this blog - I went back into my archive to check, and I’ve gained more than five thousand followers this year, which is crazy to me!!! :O Thank you guys so much! I’m glad that you enjoy this blog!

This is the search I used to compile this post 

(all fics are in no particular order)

Under a read more because this post has gotten ridiculously long!

(Updated 09/2020)

Personal favorite fics of 2018 (completed)

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario) (71K)

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

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If They Haven't Learned Your Name by silentwalrus (237K)

Steve gets out of the hospital in two days, but just barely. “I’m fine,” he tells Sam, Nurse Eunjung and the phalanx of doctors assigned to make sure Captain America didn’t bleed out and die and get bad PR all over their nice clean hospital. “I have an advanced healing factor. It’s fine. See? I’m standing.”

“That is not standing,” Sam tells him.

“You’re bending the IV stand,” Nurse Eunjung adds pointedly. “Let go and sit down, they don’t grow on trees.”

aka Steve and Bucky's Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

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Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Kellyscams (305K)

Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist.

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

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Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt  (93K)

Captain America wakes up from the ice in 2013. The Winter Soldier wakes up in 2009, or rather defects from HYDRA, for a value of defect that’s closer to decimate. He ends up working for SHIELD. In April 2014, he’s assigned to Captain America’s mission as a sniper. Steve’s just trying to get some kind of life together. Bucky is too, or at least he was until tall, blond and Captain shows up and starts just - being there, all the time. It’s terrible. It’s the worst. He has to do something about it.

~ ~ ~

Heat Forged by cleo4u2, xantissa (159K)

Steve and Bucky have bonded, fallen further in love, and are learning to live together in Avengers Tower. Everything is wonderful, until it isn’t any more. Once again they have to overcome all obstacles set before them to keep their family intact

Part 2 of Heat Wave (Sequel to Heat Stroke: not a stand alone fic.)

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This is how it starts by rinnya (35K)

Steve Rogers and The Winter Soldier meet for the first time in 2014 during the canon divergence events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

It starts like this: this is how they fall in love.

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My Bucky by cleo4u2, xantissa (12K)

Bucky finds a feral Alpha in the woods. Rather, the Alpha finds him. Bucky is sure it’s the end of his life as an independant Omega. It turns out to be the beginning of the strangest romance Bucky’s ever known.

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Fill Your Heart Without Trying by Kellyscams (38K)

Steve Rogers is a caster with one very big problem. He's accidentally turned himself into a puppy.

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(Series) Something Wild Calls You Home by superheroresin (279K)

Bucky’s barbed tongue slips out between two dry, pink lips and tastes the salty familiarity on Steve’s fingertips. The memory is distant, like a dream, and his left ear flicks as he lifts his head with renewed energy. “If it isn’t the Star Spangled Man With a Plan,” he croaks out, grinning wide enough to show his fangs. In which Captain Steve Rogers becomes the new keeper of the disabled hunting cat who once saved his life, and learns that the price of freedom is higher for some more than others.

Part 2 of Something Wild Calls You Home

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The Firing Line by thepinupchemist (37K)

When Steve's dad is diagnosed with cancer, Steve returns to his childhood home to support his mom -- a small town called Gold Cliff, Colorado. Ten years before, he left Gold Cliff behind him, left his no-longer-best-friend Bucky Barnes behind him, with the intention of never seeing him ever again. But Bucky Barnes crash-lands back into his life nonetheless, long-haired and one-armed and haunted, keeping secrets from day one.

Filled with self-loathing and millennial angst, they agree to a mutually beneficial sexual relationship to blow off steam.

Steve should have known better than to think he could ever put Bucky Barnes behind him.

~ ~ ~

(Series) Honey Honey by justanotherStonyfan (15K)

The kid is maybe, oh, twenty years younger than him? Clean-shaven, and looking out of the corner of his eye at Steve in the same way Steve feels he must be looking at the kid – i.e., like he wants to do any number of unmentionable things to him.

Because boy does Steve ever want to do unspeakable things to this kid.

Part 1 of Honey Honey (236K+)

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Throw Me (A Helping Hand) by Quarra, RemingtonFae (69K)

Or, where Loki is an absolute troll for the Powers of Mostly-Sometimes-Good, Bucky is having the worst century ever, and everything still manages to turn out mostly okay.

~ ~ ~

The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (47K)

Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his scavenged flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky.

(A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what's right.)

~~~

Personal favorite WIPs of 2018

Astronomy In Reverse by pansley (Post-WS, Bucky & Peter | 98K, 14/? | Teen)

Fan the Flame by Avaaricious (Shrunkyclunks, Veteran Bucky | 253K, 26/? | Mature)

There Is No Shortage of Blood by alby_mangroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis) (Post-WS, WS Recovery | 234K, 54/58 | Explicit)

Whip Crack by Quarra (Tentacles | 94K, 11/? | Explicit)

ain't really quaint by quietnight, silentwalrus (canon divergent, Post-WS? | 35K, 3/4 | Mature)

the sound of rain on tin by luninosity (MCU & RPF crossover | 17K, 3/4 | Teen)

a rupture, a rapture by newsbypostcard (Post-IW | 71K, 12/30 | Explicit)

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Other ESFR-approved fics

Under the Bridges of Fame by alby_mangroves, notlucy (Shrunkyclunks | 90K | Explicit)

Through The Woods by alby_mangroves, VenusMonstrosa (Werewolf Bucky | 64K | Explicit)

M is for Murder by rohkeutta (Post-WS | 4K | Mature)

Life of the Party by AggressiveWhenStartled (Shrunkyclunks | 21K | Explicit)

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. by relenafanel (Modern AU, friends with benefits | 20K | Explicit)

(series) couples therapy by silentwalrus (Post-WS?, PWP, BDSM | 19K | Explicit) 

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled (Senforza) (Shrunkyclunks | 4K | Teen)

Hey, Asshole! A New York City Love story by bunnymaccool (Shrunkyclunks | 14K | Teen)

Sugar Baby Love by roe87 ( Shrunkyclunks, ABO | 117K | Explicit)

The Voyager by notlucy (Shrunkyclunks, Post-Avengers | 76K | Explicit)

The Roommate by layersofart (layersofsilence), Niitza (Shrunkyclunks, Veteran Bucky | 28K | Teen)

Relationship Goals: Have a Relationship by cleo4u2, xantissa (Shrunkyclunks, wrong number | 21K | Explicit)

Just Dropkick The Shame by rohkeutta (Shrunkyclunks | 8K | Explicit)

A Midsummer Knight's Dream by cobaltmoony, GoldBlooded (ABO Fantasy AU | 29K | Explicit)

Sunshine's Gifts by Quarra, wearing_tearing (Fae Bucky, Cap Steve | 52K | Explicit)

In Hydra, Vine Do You by Quarra (Tentacles | 27K | Explicit)

Sorry, Not Sorry by DrowningByDegrees-Art (DrowningByDegrees), SoftObsidian74, The_She_Devil (Shrunkyclunks, Veteran Bucky | 51K | Explicit)

Burnin' For You by GoldBlooded (Modern AU, Firefighter!Steve, Policeman!Bucky |15K | Explicit)

The Department of Special Collections by alby_mangroves, Speranza (OC POV, Post-WS | 4,8K | Teen)

Demonique by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) (Tentacles, TFA | 39K | Explicit)

Uncertainty of the Law by mambo (Modern AU, Lawyer!Bucky, Artist!Steve | 26K | Mature)

A Marriage of Ice and Fire by alby_mangroves, Mystrana (GOT AU | 75K | Explicit)

Full Metal Sasquatch by newsbypostcard (canon-divergent, Bucky!Cap | 20K | Mature) 

Lessons in Normality by relenafanel (Shunkyclunks, Honeypot | 38K | Explicit)

Luck of the Irish Stroll by GoldBlooded (Modern AU | 8K | Explicit)

Alpha Services by roe87 (ABO AU | 18K | Mature)

A Memory Like a Haunting by cobaltmoony, DarkCaustic (Time Travel | 28K | Explicit) 

Ready to Comply by exclamation (Post-WS | 66K | Explicit)

where the leaves fall not by dudewhereismypie, obsessivereader (Canon-divergent, Elf!Bucky | 23K | Explicit)

The Grace of the Fire and the Flames by chicklette, cobaltmoony (ABO Fantasy AU | 31K | Explicit)

Dragging Me Down by cleo4u2, cobaltmoony, xantissa (Post-WS | 93K | Explicit)

Salt & Sugar by GoldBlooded, stfustucky (iwillpaintasongforlou) (Modern AU, Chef!Steve&Bucky | 19K | Explicit)

However Much You Feed A Wolf, It Always Looks To The Forest by bloodbuzzedohio (Post-WS | 19K | Explicit)

some say it makes the world go round by mambo (Modern AU , Professor!Steve, Writer!Bucky | 23K | Teen)

We Could be Heroes (Me and You) by alby_mangroves, Chiyume (Shrinkyclinks, Post-WS, Sex worker!Steve | 90K | Explicit)

Roll Out the Red Carpet by Lorien, Quarra, talkplaylove-art (talkplaylove) (Modern AU, Actor!Steve, WS!Bucky | 29K | Explicit)

under a golden january sun by newsbypostcard (Post-BP | 17K | Mature)

First Impressions Aren't Everything by charlesdk (Modern AU | 14K | Teen)

Hearts Like Ours by FindingFrancis, wearing_tearing (Shrunkyclunks, Soulmates AU | 100K | Explicit)

hearts aflame by wearing_tearing (ABO AU | 7K | Explicit)

So, You've Adopted a Fruit by Nejinee (Post-WS | 17K | Explicit)

Endless War by Nonymos (Post-IW | 27K | Mature)

The New Guy by Venusdoom3 (Modern Office AU | 12K | Explicit)

(a silent prayer) Like Dreamers Do by chicklette (Shrunkyclunks Soulmate AU | 12K | Mature)

From Hydra with Love by insomnia1999 (James Bond AU | 21K | Mature)

A Hard Case of You by Chiyume (Modern AU, Lawyer!Bucky, Mechanic!Steve | 21K | Explicit)

It grew on me by Bear_shark, esaael (Shrunkyclunks, Barber!Bucky | 48K | Explicit)

Thank You For Calling by MarleyMortis, The_She_Devil (Shrunkyclunks | 42K | Explicit)

When Life is Not Coming Up Roses Look to the Weeds (and Find the Hidden Beauty) (Part 3 of Above the Rain and Roses Universe) by Kellyscams (Dom/Sub AU | 21K | Explicit)

How to Pet a Cactus by ColorCoated, TrishArgh (Post-WS | 17K | General)

In My Cold Arms by alby_mangroves, coldwinterrose (Eris13), maichan (Canon-divergent, post-Avengers, not WS compliant | 35K | Explicit)

La Belle et la Bête by lecroixss, maichan, sianimations (Beauty and the Beast AU | 66K | Explicit)

Freshwater Memories by superheroresin (Magical Realism | 50K | Explicit)

a line that goes all the way by napricot (post-BP | 45K | Explicit)

And The Horse You Rode In On by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) (Hate to Love, Soulmate AU | 14K | Explicit)

Home of the Brave by MonocerosRex (Post-WS, Kid fic | 35K | Teen)

Grapes and Grenadine by Marcella-ella (MarcellaBianca), MarcellaBianca (Modern AU, Enemies to Lovers | 16K | Mature)

So I Took a Faithful Leap by odetteandodile (Post-TFA, canon divergent | 19K | Teen)

I'm not where I'm supposed to be, (I hope that you're missing me) by Squeaky (Soulmate AU | 17K | Teen)

Art Thief, Heart Thief by odetteandodile (Modern AU, FBI agent!Steve | 58K | Mature)

Tentacle Things I Like About You! by LadyAngelique, Mystrana (Tentacles, 17K | Explicit)

The Hunt (Part 1 of You Are Responsible For What You Tame) by BlueSimplicity (Post-WS | 18K | Teen)

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by galwednesday (Shrunkyclunks | 2,7K | Teen)

Consumer Affairs by galwednesday (OC POV | 1K | Teen)

How to Meet Cute by boopboop (Modern Soulmate AU | 1,7K | Teen)

The Twilight Bark (And Other Things Bucky Has To Deal With On A Daily Basis) by spacebuck (Shrunkyclunks | 36K | Explicit)

Boulangerie by onymousann (ABO | 74K | Explicit | TW: Rape)

How Buzzfeed Helped Bucky Barnes Get A Boyfriend by nickel710 (Shrunkyclunks | 40K | Mature)

The Taming by BlueSimplicity (Post-WS | 105K | Mature)

The Sweetest Spark by deadto27 (Sugar Daddy AU (kinda) | 73K | Explicit)

Feast On This by GoldBlooded (Fake Relationship AU | 11K | Explicit)

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2018 fics on my “To Read” list

The Restoration Artist by superheroresin (Time Travel |109K | Explicit)

Brothers by bloodbuzzedohio (Memoirs | 55K | Explicit)

From Beta to Worse by ColorCoated (ABO AU | 31K, 8/? | Explicit )

While You Were Sleeping by Brenda (Post-CW | 46K | Mature)

Dreamers With Empty Hands (Part 1 of The Hundred Year Playlist) by girlbookwrm (Pre-TFA | 41K | Teen)

when the chips are down by brideofquiet (Modern AU, Crime | 53K | Explicit)

lucida, obscura by Chiyume, gwyneth rhys (gwyneth) (TFA | 20K | Mature)

[eternalsterekrecs]

Hi guys! Can you please update the 50k, 80k, or 100k tag? Any of them are fine if there are new ones. Tysm!

We’re not sure these will be new ones for you but these are some we read that we haven’t recced but worth checking out. -C

50K AND UP

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic and skywardsmiles

Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.

The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54

On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.

But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…

The Difficult Kind series by whiskey_in_tea

if you could only see / what love has made of me

The Nearness Of You by triggeringthehealing

College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and -- most importantly -- into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.

Fall Right Back to You series by yodasyoyo

Post Nogitsune and Stiles is consumed with guilt and having nightmares. He doesn't think things could get any worse but then while helping Scott out he touches a magical artifact and ends up absorbing Derek's psyche into his own mind. This can only end well... right?

Drawn That Way by ChloeWeird

Derek is settling in (badly) at his new job at a gym in New York City. The job is fine, his co-workers seem alright, and his apartment is great, if a little lonely. The only problem: The infuriating guy who keeps sneaking into the gym to use the showers.

Façades of Peace by andavs

“A Ger—there’s a Nazi werewolf in Beacon Hills?” Stiles was yelling now, he couldn’t help it, because what the ever loving fuck was their lives. “A Nazi were—an alpha Nazi werewolf.”

An attempt to gather up all the loose ends from season five that works...medium well.

80K AND UP

A Wolf and His Boy series by lovesrain44

While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.

100K AND UP

Golden Boy by trilliath

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It's enough that Derek hesitates.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis

"No," he repeated impatiently. "I'm not a cop. I'm someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work."

"I, uh, yeah, sorry," Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up--the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. "Yeah, I am. I do that."

What We Called Love by jadore_hale

He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence. And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.

Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.

Or the one where Danny is Miley Cyrus, Dylan Sprouse, Justin Beiber, and Kanye West all in one.

Bruises and Hickies, Stitches and Scars by ElisAttack

“You’re my lawyer, Derek. What are you going to do, draft up a contract for yourself?”

Or the one where Stiles is a professional dominant, Derek is his lawyer, and their professional relationship suddenly becomes not so professional.

Also, faeries.

Among the Famous Living Dead by standinginanicedress

“Okay,” Stiles leans over the book, finger on his chin, while Derek stands there beside him with a frown on his face, “we have the pig’s blood.”

“They loved that at the butcher shop,” Derek mutters, rubbing his hand along his jaw. “I’ll take three quarts of pig’s blood. Not like this town doesn’t already think I’m some sort of fucking pervert anyway.”

“We have the hair you picked off his clothes,” Stiles points to the tiny Ziploc bag with a handful of Scott hairs tucked safely inside, and Derek grimaces. “We have the candles. We have the snake. Now we just need an object of the deceased.” He furrows his brow as he leans over the book some more, cocking his head. “It says the object can be anything that was deeply personal to the deceased. Like a piece of sentimental jewelry or a cherished trinket or even a favorite song.”

Derek snorts. “Yeah. Let’s just listen to fucking Blink-182 and summon the devil.”

“Right?” Stiles laughs, high and hysterical, manic almost.

Derek laughs, and Stiles laughs, and it’s not funny. It’s really not funny.

[theotterbooks]

L’Outsider, Stephen King

“Parfois, le Mal prend le visage du Bien.”

Depuis le temps qu’il était dans ma whislist celui-ci je suis super contente de l’avoir enfin lu. 

Surtout parce que L’outsider agrandis l’univers Mr Mercedes que King semble ne pas vouloir lâcher tout de suite et je suis super heureuse car j’avais adoré la trilogie !

Alors résumé : Le corps d’un jeune garçon est retrouvé dans le parc de la ville de Flint City. Violé et mutilé, couvert d’empreintes et d’ADN le coupable semble être tout désigné en la personne de Terry Maitland. D’autant que de nombreux témoignages tendent a confirmer sa présence dans les environs du lieux du crime à l’heure estimée. 

Terry est coach de baseball et prof d’anglais, tout le monde le connait mais les faits sont là. Pour l’inspecteur Ralph Anderson cela ne fait aucun doute et il prend la décision de l’arrêté devant presque toute la ville pendant un match de baseball.

Une fois arrêté Terry Maitland clame son innocence et sort son Alibi, il n’était pas en ville pendant les faits mais à une séance de dédicace d’auteur dans une autre ville, il était accompagné de ses collègues et tous confirment sa présence. 

A partir d’ici je vais spoiler et si vous n’avez pas lu le livre cela serait vraiment dommage de vous gâcher les événements de l’histoire. Comme c’est un livre récent je préfère insister. 

Malgré l’alibi qui est même appuyé par une vidéo prouvant la présence de Terry dans une autre ville celui-ci est emmené au tribunal. 

Il sera tué sur les marches par le frères du jeune garçon mort. Après que celui-ci ai aussi perdu sa mère qui a fait une crise cardiaque après l’enterrement de son cadet. Le père finira dans le coma après une tentative de suicide. Même au moment de mourir Maitland dira à l’inspecteur qu’il est innocent en le regardant droit dans les yeux. 

L’inspecteur Ralph sent qu’il a commis une erreur avec cette affaire même si pour lui le coupable ne peut être que Terry Maitland il a besoin de comprendre comment un homme peut se trouver à deux endroits en même temps. Il va rejoindre la petite équipe de contre-enquête mise en place par L’avocat de Maitland qui désire lui lavé l’honneur de celui-ci pour que sa famille puisse vivre en paix sans subir le courroux de la populace. 

C’est ainsi qu’ils feront appel à Holly qui après le décès de Bill ( lire la trilogie Mr Mercedes pour en savoir plus sur elle ) dirige toujours l’agence Finders Keepers en temps que détective. 

J’étais si heureuse de retrouver Holly c’est un personnage que je trouve hyper attachant et je m’identifie beaucoup à elle, yep à la petite névrosée trop anxieuse. Mais elle est tellement plus, je l’adore. 

C’est elle qui va vouloir explorer la piste du surnaturelle, ses recherches et ses déductions se montreront très efficace. Et a la fin c’est elle qui se débarrassera de l’outsider avec le fameux happy slapper, je pense que cela va vraiment devenir une habitude ! 

Voilà pour le résumé très grossier de l’histoire. 

Maintenant ce que j’en ai pensé : Ce n’est pas l’histoire la plus complexe de King mais elle est vraiment divertissante de bout en bout. Je n’ai eu aucun problème à lire les presque 500 pages très rapidement, les évènements s’enchainent à une vitesse il y a très peu de temps mort. 

J’avais des appréhensions sur le monstre parce que le quatrième de couverture disait : “l’outsider rappellera aux lecteurs un des premiers romand de King : ça.” J’avais donc peur qu’il s’agisse d’un alien comme Grippe-sous et dans cet esprit là, je ne suis pas très fan quand le méchant est un alien isolé un peu random. Au passage merci le résumé qui ne nous laisse pas du tout le doute sur le fait qu’il y a bien un monstre.. 

Mais en fait non l’Outsider n’est pas explicitement un alien, on ne sait pas de toute façon très bien ce qu’il est. Entre le mythe devenu réalité ou la divinité sur terre ou encore cela m’a fait pensé au wendigo que King à déjà utilisé plusieurs fois dans ses récits.  Sauf que là la créature est pensante, elle a conscient de ses actes un peu comme les vampires de Salem, j’aurais presque voulut que Holly lui arrache plus d’informations avant de lui éclaté le crâne car j’étais vraiment curieuse d’en soir plus. 

Mention spécial pour ne toujours pas avoir fait de Holly un love interest quelconque, je suis tellement contente qu’elle se suffise à elle même. 

On encore une fois une bonne galerie de personnages attachants et parfois un peu clichés. Bref un très bon livre dans l’univers de King. 

J’ai toujours moins �� dire quand j’ai aimé un livre mais vraiment je le conseil pour les fans ou non. Je pense qu’il peut être un excellent premier King pour les gens qui souhaitent découvrir mais qui ont des appréhensions. 

Lecture finie le 23 décembre 2020

[tookindstudio]

“It’s Story Time”: Gangreyn the Dreameater

« It’s not the war that scares me the most, it’s to dream about it… »

    If it’s commonly accepted that into Oa’ma, the transcendent dream world, lives dreams and hopes; On the other hand, you most likely never heard of his consort Hya’ma: The dark and sordid land of chaos, plagued by nightmares. The people of Oa usually occult this part of their reality, bloodcurdling by remembering that where the light shines, the darkness always roams.  

   We found a very few stories relating the state of those dry lands. Just a rare apocryphal’s volumes paint a portrait of the hierarchy that maintains this order, without even mentioning the scaring people that lives in: the Hya’nagis. Who are they? From which evil roots are they coming from? And moreover, who’s ruling them?    The Hya’nagis aren’t depict has an aggressive and messy masses, rather than, they are closer to an obedient army, ruled by a prince whose name is only mentioned in the ancient tale of the Dream Keeper, Pankapu. This name, timidly written by a trembling ink, echoes in every mind, such as a synonym of decay and corruption: “Gangreyn: the Dreameater, prince of the Nightmares”

  As every storyteller says, there is no drama that can get over its antagonist and there is no dream without it’s terrifying twin. Born from the darkest corners of Time, Gangreyn is the grandiloquent aesthete who’s the cutting eloquence put the stress on the unfairness of the quest of our little knight.   Spectacular dark flamboyance, sworn nemesis of Iketomi, the Prince of nightmares constantly interposes in the fable of Pankapu, burying him under his thin and crushing shadow, making a malicious pleasure to remind our small spectator that there are no lights without shadows, virtues without vices, victories without defeats.

   He is the mad producer that set the scene of a wild play. Going for anything to satisfy the Mother of Destiny, to whom he calls himself “son” and from whom every step of this quest becomes a tyrannical trial. Gangreyn will not rest, corrupting every part of Omnia to place his raven props. No protagonists escape from this gloomy act, and even if he claims his invasion with a theatrical ease, his own motivation stays hidden in the backstage of his performance, waiting for the curtain to go up.

    As we know for now, a few tales mention “The Dark Master”, in this way, it’s nearly impossible to paint with exactitude the portrait of this lord of nightmares.    There is still an ancient scroll, supposedly the original tale of Pankapu, which describe the aesthetic form of this singular character throw freezing icons. We can read in it, the story of an ebony slender shape, long clawed arms with a mane of fire, ruling the dark army and tearing apart the Veil, to invade the land of Dreams.                                                            

   Sometimes humanoid, perverse and laughing, sometimes chiroptera, sadistic and vicious, all the painting discovered until then, confirm the raptorial nature of this entity.            Covered himself with a large and ludicrous smile, the picture depicts in this book remind to every naturalist, that far from being just a perverse shade, Gangreyn remains a beast, eating his fill only with Omnia substance.    It’s from this constant that his gloomy name come from: “The Dreameater” however we can find this evocation in most recent books with the understated name of “The Reaver”.Still, a lot of questions remain about the appearance of the prince.

  The flames, crowning his body, are display at the bottom of his human form. However, the debate is escalating when they must determinate if this dark being was literally born from flames or, on the opposite, if this burning symbolize the close link that Gangreyn maintains with the mythological hatred, usually portrayed as a mystical fire that eats away and rots…However, no answer can be clarified until the confrontation of the theoretical data against the real observation of this creature, supposing that crossing his flames is not as irresponsible as fatal.

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       « Ce n’est pas de la guerre dont j’ai peur, c’est d’en rêver… »  

    S’Il est communément admis qu’Oa’ma, monde onirique transcendant, abrite rêves et espoirs, Il est en revanche moins commun d’entendre parler de sa parèdre Hya’ma, noire et sordide terre de chaos infestée de cauchemars. Le peuple d’Oa a en effet en horreur l’expression de cette part de leur réalité, les effrayant au sang et qui leur rappelle dans un murmure glacial que là où la lumière brille, l’ombre guette.

   On trouve ainsi très peu de textes relatant l’état de ces landes desséchées. Seule une poignée de Textes apocryphes dépeignent la hiérarchie qui y règne et s’attardent sur son peuple terrifiant, les Hya’Nagis. Que sont-ils ? Comment naissent-ils ? Mais plus important : Qui les dirige ?    Les Hya’nagis ne sont en effet nullement traduit comme une masse agressive désordonnées mais presque toujours comme une « armée » obéissante à un prince dont on ne peut lire le nom qu’au travers de l’ancien conte du gardien des rêves. Ce nom, écrit timidement d’une encre tremblante, se susurre dans chaque esprit comme synonyme de décrépitude et de corruption : Gangreyn, le Prince des cauchemars, Dévoreur de rêves…

    Tout grand conteur vous le dira, il n’est aucune dramaturgie qui ne puisse se passer de son antagoniste, de même qu’il n’est aucun rêve sans son horrifique jumeau.     Ainsi, né des plus sombres recoins de l’Histoire, Gangreyn est l’esthète grandiloquent dont la verve acerbe met en lumière toute l’iniquité de la quête du chevalier des rêves. Fabuleuse flamboyance noire, ennemie jurée d’Iketomi, le Prince des cauchemars s’interpose sans cesse dans la fable de Pankapu, l’enterrant sous son ombre fine et écrasante et se faisant le malin plaisir de rappeler à notre petit spectateur qu’il ne peut y avoir de lumière sans ombre, de vertu sans vice, de victoire sans défaite.

Il est le metteur en scène fou, celui qui place le décors d’une scène endiablée, ne reculant devant  rien pour satisfaire la Mère du destin dont il se proclame le « Fils » et par qui chaque étape du voyage devient une épreuve tyrannique. Gangreyn n’aura de cesse d’intervenir, corrompant chaque parcelle d’Omnia pour mieux y disposer ces accessoires de jais. Aucun protagonistes n’échappent à sa pièce obscure et même s’il proclame son but d’invasion avec une aisance théâtrale, ses motivations profondes restent dissimulées dans les coulisses de sa représentation, attendant le moment propice pour la levée de rideau.

     Comme nous le savons désormais, peu d’ouvrages font référence au maître noir et il est donc presque impossible de savoir avec exactitude quel visage porte le seigneur des cauchemars.      Il subsiste cependant un tome ancien, prétendument texte originel du conte de Pankapu qui aborde la dimension esthétique de ce personnage singulier au travers de pictogrammes glaçant. On peut y apercevoir une grande silhouette nonchalante d’ébène, aux longs bras griffus et à la crinière de flamme commander une armée noire et déchirer le grand Voile en vue d’une invasion du territoire des rêves.      Tantôt humanoïde, rieuse et perverse, tantôt chiroptère, sadique et brutale, toutes les peintures trouvées jusqu’alors semblent confirmer la nature carnassière de l’entité.      Bardée d’un large sourire grotesque, l’image rappelle aux naturalistes aguerris que loin de n’être qu’une ombre perverse, Gangreyn reste et demeure une bête qui ne trouve satiété que lorsqu’il dévore la substance d’Omnia. C’est de cette constante picturale que lui vient le surnom lugubre de « Dévoreur des rêves » et il arrive que l’on retrouve cette évocation dans des textes récent sous la forme plus sobre de « Dévoreur ».    

  Beaucoup de questions Onirologiques restent en suspens sur l’aspect du Prince. Les flammes couronnant notamment son corps sont présentes à sa base de ce dernier sous sa forme humanoïde et le débat s’envenime lorsqu’il s’agit de déterminer si cet être est né des flammes de façon littérale ou si au contraire ce même embrasement symbolise le rapport étroit qu’entretien Gangreyn avec la haine mythologique, souvent dessinée par un feu mystique qui ronge et noircit…

  Cependant, aucune réponse ne pourra être apportée tant que les théories ne seront pas confrontées à l’observation même de la créature, si tant est que de croiser ces flammes ne soit pas aussi irresponsable que létal…

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Fuck it *posts shipping charts of my oc’s*

First we’ve got The Director and Alice McKenzie! (Diralice? Alirector? Wireheart? I’m a sucker for ship names that aren’t just the characters names-), local sort-of-god’s head gets turned into a saw trap and is then forced to go on a Pokémon journey but all the Pokémon are humanoid, ends up with a new found family, a reconnection with two of his creators, a…not sexuality crisis but the romantic attraction version of that where they realized they were Cupioromantic, and got with a robot they found getting tortured in the woods who joined their party, became their co-trainer, risked their life for him, vice versa, and got into so many more shenanigans with.

Only for The Director to die anyway. He was never getting out of this alive. Alice is currently very pissed about that and may or may not be falling back on some old programs that were previously altered…she also has a battle axe.

Peryton and Peacock qpr my beloved (Perypea? Peapecker? Eyecandy?) both originated as sona’s in some way (which is why The Peacock is my profile) and that made it slightly funnier to me when I started thinking “what if they were in a QPR?”

Two gods (+ another god) created sort-of-gods and now they do stupid shit together like sell drugs and rob another drug dealer while one of their creations tries to make sure her children don’t follow their example. And then one gets kidnapped by the void.

Speaking of the void-

The Canary Wives (…look The Canary’s name came from a Crane Wives song I might as well-). They are so in love it kept one of them from fading and the other was so broken up about the death they could barely function. It’s healthy when they’re together but they may love each other a bit too much, considering one turns to alcoholism when the other is gone and the other erased their memories of their death and everything else…

Ok I have no clue what counts as healthy or not. This probably isn’t it though.

[abitoflit]

Time Flows Silently Away

Timestamp: Spring 26, 512 AV Streamers of golden light tousled Aello's deep brown hair. The color of course bark, coming away from the trees, like old scabs from the skin. The shards of light wove into her hair, lightening the darkened edges. For a time, she seemed almost innocent, sitting by the edge of the bluff, overlooking the sea. Her legs dangling over the water, feeling unnaturally heavy as they swung, willing the currents on. The spray of the sea to jump even higher as it crashed into the rocky shore below; so that for once, it may lick her. Have but a taste of the bottom of her boots. She glanced out at the water, sparkling with the sun's rays. Glistening really, as birds called lazily overhead, and the clouds ran to either end of the light blue sky. Like curtains parting so that the rest of the world may put on a show. She thought she could hear men grunting as they pulled on the strings, as the wind whistled to try and mask the blunder, while the sea, usually such a deep green coupled with a blue as dark and frightening as the night sky devoid of stars, rocked silently. Undulating like the fronds of grass surrounding the girl, in the breeze. Her fingers wove through the stalks as she closed her eyes and turned her head skyward. She could feel the softer fronds. Those damaged by storms, with fraying edges tickling her pale, aching flesh. The numbness of days past having been stripped away along with her soiled bandages. Stained with both blood and grime. Tossed into the garbage heap, endless piles of rubble. Trampled underfoot over and over again, until it had joined the decay. Aello ruffled her nose in disgust, as the metallic scent, roused by her memory, filled her nostrils. It seemed to circle the air, her neck, lifting her chin into it so as to force itself inside all the more. The aurist's stomach churned as her eyes fluttered open. As she lost the scent of the sea. She felt as though she were choking on the memory now, as she forced herself to cast her gaze outward again, taking it all in. Its endless sense of majesty. Soon, the dust had settled. Soon, the winds had carried it away, leaving only what had once been. What still was. An uneasy smile overcame Aello's lips as she studied the line the sun made in the water. A nearly straight one, off to her right. Indicating its rise in the east, its birth, as morning overcame the night. The golden color, appearing a fiery orange on the water's surface, rippled as the sea tossed and turned as though in sleep. The edges blurred as the girl watched it, her legs coming to the end of their swing. Her head coming to rest on her left shoulder, as she considered her meeting with the ghost of Tanroa's follower the previous day. How the goddess was said to know what was, is, and would come to pass. How the goddess was said to understand time, how people flowed within it, their lives but drops in a larger river. How she was said to be a guardian of it, who oft kept to her clouds, and was not at all likely to interfere with the lives of men. Thus, it would be difficult to gain her favor, so that she may see what once was, and also, at least in theory, difficult to bring about the goddess' wrath and general displeasure as well. Aello sighed, sucking a breath deeply in through her nose, before allowing it out through her mouth. It came out in a hot wave; a burst that shot for her nostrils. It was as though she were smoking opium, far less intoxicating, all the more likely to incite deep thought. Troubled thoughts even. Aello began to wonder if Tanroa ever did anything like this. Simply stare at the sun. How it rose in the sky, and then sank. Over and over, denoting the silent, sweeping passage of time. She wondered if she only followed it with her eyes. The tempestuous blues the ghost had described, or if her hands followed it too. Over and over, guiding it with her will to come and go. To rise and sink; opposite the moon. Or if she didn't simply watch, but instead, walked with it, to keep it company. She imagined such a thing must be monotonous. Tiring. She supposed there would be little to talk about after so many years of following the same routine. Moving along the same path, with the sun and moon. Alternating perhaps, so as not to grow bored; and yet, the ghost had said she was patient, and essentially, all knowing. Perhaps then, she couldn't get bored, and would go on this journey anyway. Each and every day, or simply most days, just to offer the celestial orbs company, something else for the lovers to stare at. Perhaps, she never grew warm, even so close to Syna's radiance, or so cold next to the dark side of Leth's moon. Perhaps being a goddess made her impervious to such things. Aello simply couldn't be sure. Not when she couldn't come to know her better. If she truly was like she, weak. So easily set aflame, or turned to stone. Icy as the heart. A shudder shot up the length of Aello's spine as she wondered how the lady of time herself would mark it. How closely she would follow it. If she would use a method quite so crude, or perhaps, something slightly more advanced, like a sundial, or even an hourglass. For although she could not see any now, from where she sat, she knew there to be a surplus of beige grains littering the shoreline. Shells whittled away into oblivion. The backs of fallen crustaceans weathered away by the rocking of the sea. Thrown ashore by angry waves, to be beaten down by bubbling foam, and the relentless crash of water as it pounded its gnarled fists on anything within reach. She supposed the goddess could gather several handfuls of the substance, and craft a glass all her own with her power. Keep it hidden from all; the quiet keeper of time in that fashion. Or perhaps, she could somehow keep an hourglass so grand as to serve the lady herself in the folds of her robe; a pocket. Perhaps she kept it with her always, just in case the sun or the moon failed. But why would she? If she truly was an all knowing goddess, would she really need an hourglass, or even the sun's passing alongside the moon to know which hour was up? Which was about to come to light, and then fade away into oblivion? Was there truly, an implement greater than the goddess of time, Tanroa herself, for determining such things? Aello shook her head, for some reason she had her doubts, and yet, even so, she felt that Tanroa would still, have some sort of method, save for herself of calculating such things.

Perhaps it was not quite as crude as Aello had originally thought. The woman simply walking alongside the sun, each and every day. Shaking her head at the thought, she began to see how silly it seemed. For surely, if Tanroa walked the same arc, the same path with Syna each and every day, there would be a shadow in the sun. A sort of eclipse keeping the world from a portion of her radiance. No, Aello shook her head, that simply cannot be, there must be something else. Another way... For a long time, Aello's thoughts wandered, until she came to consider that perhaps, Tanroa watched the endless ebb and flow, the cycle of the moon and its sun, from above. Far above, in the clouds. She wondered if she was perched in a lofty place, amongst the fluff, perhaps with the deities she held most dear. She wondered, if she calculated time, much as she did. Watching everything though, from a different place, or perhaps, walking above the orbs the others made. Silently keeping track of how everything flowed, from one edge of the world to the next. Even though she had already come to know. Even though she already knew how all would be, how everything may once again be doomed... Aello sighed as she looked up at the sun, now high over her head. She could feel it beating down on her skin, warming her, as the gulls flew away. Oysters and small fish clutched in their talons as they circled the currents, heading off to their nests to feed. To them everything must seem so simple, a damned relentless cycle. Get up, feel hungry, go out to hunt, go back and feed, sleep. Over and over again. Man was not as simple. Neither were their lives, although at times, when everything was watered down, she supposed it could seem as though it were that way. She wondered if Tanroa thought it were so, from where she watched. Or perhaps, turned the pages of the book she had read so many times before; had memorized, word for word. She wondered if she carried it with her, or if simply, she had burned it, in the hopes of having it too, turned to ash, within the confines of her mind. But she could never forget, it must be torture to never forget, perhaps that is why she would always rewrite it, even if only in mind, and not on parchment. Scrawled with a quill that bled only black. Aello's fingers danced over the swaying grass. She supposed it must get lonely, knowing all. Understanding all. Seeing all. She supposed the goddess would ache to have another with her. A lover perhaps, close friends, mature enough to understand her. The weight she carried. The burden she bore for the world and its many inhabitants. She supposed she would keep a small company, of the oldest and wisest gods. But again, she could not be sure. For always, the goddess would need to keep those whose realms delved into her own divine, would she not? And who could be any less tied to time than those who still carried breath? And those who lost it? Who else would be close to the goddess of time but her lady of death, Dira herself? And of course, her counterpart in the light of life, Kihala? Aello gasped at the thought. Maybe her lady, who also would need to understand the flow of time, so as to know when to claim life, and ask Kihala to replace the old with something fresh, was close to the goddess. It would make sense, wouldn't it, for all three of the ladies, time, death and life, to walk together, wouldn't it? All of them, watching time, even though a mere one of the woman, was its true keeper. She supposed all three would need to study the sun. Its flow, the shadow it cast across the world. Like a sundial when it hit the lightning bolt of metal just right. The girl's eyes grew wide. That was it! The girl cast her gaze out towards the see again. The sun which was beginning to sink towards the west. In her mind, she cut off the water's ends, forming a rough circle. The line the sun cast across the water, shimmering in the fading light, glimmered on the surface. It was a line, an iron hand. A demarkation. It was the final word. It was time. The afternoon hour. THIS must be what Tanroa sees from above, Aello thought, as she stared down at the water. She must look down at the world from where she walks. Studying each of us, small as ants, and know us all within an instant. Know where our cities and our seas are. Where the sun and the moon are, and when they'll rattle off another tick, another chime, another bell. She must look down at all of us, at all of this, and see time in everything. Its subtle flow. Perhaps that is what the ghost meant when she began to talk about water. Time flowing... Aello's thoughts trailed off for a time as she thought of time's silent passage. The way it flowed. She studied the crude sundial she had created in her mind's eye. The way the sun's rays continued to glide across the rippling surface. To tick inaudibly, over and over again. Inching closer and closer to night. Aello's hands, trembling as they supported her now, having watched for so long, sank into the grass. Her legs began to swing excitedly as she cocked her head, and smiled. There was a light in her eyes as vibrant color leapt across the sky- blues, purples, yellow, pinks and orange. Her eyes seemed blinded by it all, causing her to turn away. But, she didn't want to. She wanted to gaze directly into the light. Tanroa's servant, for Aello supposed, Syna helped the goddess to never miss a beat. In a way, the goddess needed her, and Leth too, to show all the glory of her realm. The passage of time. She needed two to make the world understand how she came and went. What she was and she wasn't. Aello smiled radiantly as she stared at the clock ticking. Her time running away. It all seemed so crude. Too simple for a goddess of her brilliance and might. And perhaps it was. But Aello couldn't figure out why it seemed that way. What she was missing about the water; for she had cut it off, instead of allowing it to flow to either end of the earth. To the beginning and the cessation. The birth of life, and its snuffing out. When Kihala stepped in to create, and Dira followed to silently destroy. With every god and goddess in between rejoicing in the center. Gathering to bring the world what it needed most, in the hope that it may survive. Tanroa merely being the keeper of something far larger than any of them could ever truly come to understand; for in the end, they all seemed to serve. They were all players in the larger picture. Puppets in her grand act. No one seemed to know she was the one pulling the strings. Aello glanced up at the sky, at the moon which was starting to show from behind the clouds. "Glorious is the shifting of your realm lady Tanroa," she whispered, as she finally lay back in the grass. Slowly, she pulled her legs up, and tucked them under her. Her arms coming forward, cradling her face. She looked up at the sun as it finally sank, at the stars that shimmered in its place, a soft silver. "Glorious is the way you have devised, if it be true." The girl closed her eyes as she stifled a yawn. "If I am truly beginning to understand what your messenger said. The words whispered on near deaf ears." There was a long pause. "It's difficult to say, isn't it? When there never seems to be enough time. Enough to figure it all out," Aello whispered, as her cheeks rubbed up against her hands, motioning to make herself all the more comfortable, as she listened to the grass swaying as Zulrav exhaled, and Laviku crashed angrily into what others had carved out of the earth. "There never seems to be enough of you..." And yet, you're just right for me.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi Quil/Dira!!! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask (Or even gone on tumblr) so sorry about that!

Anything of note happen recently? Got the tumblr polls yet? Got any vanilla extract

I've scrolled a little to figure out what I've been missing out on, but... What are the presentations???

Also I started school this week and!!! I am!!! Not sure how I feel!!! On one hand, boooooo, on the other, I really like my classes and teachers :( so I can't fully hate going to school :(

Also, what name do you prefer? I saw the post about how Dira was your og name that you changed because you felt you had to. You're right it's a really pretty name.

I hope you're doing alright, my good sir! Have a nice day(?)

-Heathen

Omg Heathen! Hello! I haven't seen you in forever welcome back! Congrats on not being stuck in this hellsite like I have been for the past five years :)

I do have tumblr polls! I don't have a lot to ask about though so I haven't used them much--though I do have a poll about whether sock seams or sleeves bunched inside other sleeves are worse at the moment. Also when I was adding vanilla to my oatmeal this morning I couldn't help thinking about. Vanilla Extract. I'm never going to escape it now.

As for the presentations, that's part of Roisin's Reading Rumble! Roisin (aka camelspit) found a study guide of questions for the first keeper book on Shannon's actual official website, and he started the rumble with it! Essentially, for about 2 weeks she posted one of the questions (we didn't do all of them, he omitted a few), and anyone who wanted to participate would reblog with their answer. Roisin, aka Professor Spit, would then grade them the next day and provide the next question.

It turned into a bit of a thing--in a good way. We all played into the bit. I got sent to Time Out and that was a whole thing for a day or two. We got invested in it, but of course not everyone has the time or focus to consistently answer the questions. So after a while it was mostly me and two other people (Ashton and Gail!), and Professor Spit started developing lore for the class. he kept hinting at horrible things happening to good students. About a curse. And then on the final day, she posted this lore. So that's essentially what the reading rumble is, which connects to the presentations because they are the final assignment of the Reading Rumble! Those of us who signed up create a presentation of some kind about a character we were assigned (I chose Ro), and the posting goes until the 14th! Whether we'll get eaten by the beast afterwards remains to be seen, but it's been a fun bit of like. almost an rpg-ish interaction with each other :)

Also oh no! School! I'm the same, I like learning and there are a few classmate's whose ideas I like hearing. But I don't enjoy physically going to school (very draining and time consuming) and I don't like homework. That's not counting my online classes, those I'm more okay with because I picked the courses. There is a fair bit of work though. And one of the classes is a bit of a disaster technologically, but oh well.

As for names, I don't really have a preference! I've been using Quil so consistently for so long that I usually default to it, and it's what most people solely know me as so. I don't expect many people to change or need them to. The Dira is mostly for my sake. But people are also welcome to use it! I've had the idea maybe I'd use it more in Spanish since it sounds better with the accent, and then Quil could be more for English, but I haven't really decided.

With names, people can basically just call me whatever they want! I'm not particular. Pick one of the two, switch between them, call me a nickname, pick a random name you want to call me, whatever! I'm very loose with names and labels and everything :)

And thank you! I am doing okay! I'm going to have to make an entire presentation on Monday (we've known about this for weeks I just haven't done it and I will not spend my weekend time on it) and then give it sometime after that, and I'm not looking forward to it. But I worked it out with my professor that I wouldn't have to give the second presentation this semester if I did this one (he knows I don't enjoy them, but does want my peers to benefit from me sharing). So it's. I'll get through it.

And it is day when I'm answering this! I hope you've been doing well, whatever you've been up to. And I hope you also have a nice day!

[juliette-garo-blog]

14 mars - Mais fiche moi la paix, une bonne fois pour toute, Murphy !!

Ça y est, c’est un nouveau départ qui s’annonce ! Je m’en vais de Matamata, direction le « nord-est » et la Bay of Plenty (ou « Baie de l’Abondance » en français, j’aime bien ! ^^). J’ai réservé une chambre dans un AirBnB, au milieu des champs, ça à l’air charmant ! Et avec un peu de chance, il y aura peut-être un chat, ou d’autres animaux, qui sait ?! ^^

Mais avant tout, je prévois d’aller visiter Waihi et surtout Waihi Beach, qui m’a été vivement conseillé par la jeune tenancière du jour, à l’auberge de Matamata ! lol. Donc je prends la route, pensant rouler jusqu’au centre-ville de Waihi sans arrêt, mais là, surprise ! Dans un premier virage, je « tombe » (façon de parler dans ce cas précis !) sur un pont qui passe au-dessus de la route, et qui semble appartenir à une autre époque, celle des chercheurs d’or ! Car oui, il y avait des chercheurs d’or en Nouvelle-Zélande, et il semble que des projets de « mining » soit encore en vue, ce qui ne plaît pas du tout aux populations locales… Bon, revenons à nos moutons ! Je continue ma route, et dans le virage suivant, je vois un « visitor centre », un pont suspendu, des vestiges… Le temps que l’information « ça peut être intéressant dis donc ! » monte jusqu’au cerveau, j’ai loupé l’entrée du site ! Je fais donc demi-tour, et me pose sur le parking. Il s’agit des vestiges d’un ancien site d’extraction ! S’il ne reste plus grand-chose, c’est quand même fort intéressant ! ^^ Et d’après le tableau d’information, toute la vallée était utilisée par les orpailleurs, d’une façon ou d’une autres, il y a donc pleins de témoignages tout au long de la route, jusqu’à Waihi ! C’est trop cool ! Je m’arrête donc plusieurs fois sur le chemin : pour voir la cascade d’Owharoa, puis la power station de Vittoria (qui, d’après les photos présentées, était en fait une ville en elle-même ! C’était un site immense et très bâti, et il ne reste maintenant quasiment plus rien sur place ! En un siècle, le temps et les intempéries ont fait un sacré travail ! C’est fou !) et pour terminer, je me suis arrêt à Waikino, voir l’ancienne gare de chemin de fer et dont le train fonctionne toujours, pour faire la liaison avec Waihi ! Fait amusant : à l’intérieur de la gare se trouve un petit café « à l’ancienne », et il y avait un groupe de mamies elles aussi très « à l’ancienne » ! Je ne sais pas si cela faisait partie du « décor » ou bien si c’était une coïncidence, mais c’était juste parfait ! ^^

Après tous ces arrêts imprévus, j’arrive à Waihi ! La ville est bâtie autour de l’extraction : en plus des mines d’or présentes dans les vallées alentours, en plein cœur de la ville se trouve une immense carrière à ciel ouvert ! Je ne sais pas si elle est encore en activité, mais l’éboulement présent en son centre montre qu’elle n’a pas apprécié les intempéries de la semaine passée… En plus de ce passé minier, la commune possède beaucoup de murs peints par des artistes, ce que j’apprécie énormément ! ^^

Je me dirige ensuite vers Waihi Beach, afin de me poser pour manger. Et là, qu’est-ce que je trouve ?! Une longue plage de sable blanc ! lol. En fait, toute la côté (depuis la pointe d’Opito Bay au nord de Coromandel jusqu’à Omaio à l’est de la Bay of Plenty) est composée de longueurs de plages de sable plus ou moins blanc, et souvent très plates ! Mais bon, je ne vais pas me plaindre, ce sont de très beaux paysages à chaque fois ! ^_- De plus, j’ai trouvé tout plein de beaux coquillages à nacre sur la plage ! J’espère qu’ils vont survivre à mon voyage et que j’arriverai à les ramener en France… Seul l’avenir nous le dira !

Il est donc un peu plus de 14h30 quand je décide de prendre la route pour Opotiki. Par politesse, je décide d’envoyer un sms à la propriétaire de ma nouvelle location, pour la prévenir que j’arriverai vers 17H30. Elle me répond qu’elle a eu un problème avec le site de AirBnB (?!) et qu’elle n’a pas pu me prévenir : il n’y a pas de courant dans la maison ! Je n’y comprends rien… Je lui demande de plus amples informations : elle me dit que si je veux, je pourrais rester sur place gratuitement pour cette nuit, avant de trouver un autre logement ! WTF ?! Je lui réponds que de toute façon, je ne peux rien faire sur la route, et que j’arrive à 17h30 comme prévu ! Ça ne sent pas bon du tout, tout ça, je commence à stresser grave… Surtout que j’ai encore une bonne partie de la route à faire !

J’arrive finalement à 17h40 (pas trop mal…), et je tombe effectivement sur une maison en plein milieu des champs, avec des vaches tout autour ! En plus, il s’est mis à pleuvoir, c’est le bonheur total ! Je commence à me diriger vers la maison : elle me paraît plus abandonnée qu’autre chose… La porte est même ouverte ! J’entre, pensant y trouver la propriétaire (même s’il n’y avait pas de voiture dehors…). Mais là, évidemment, personne ! La maison est vide ! Il y a bien des canapés, une cuisinière, des lits, mais quand même ! J’appelle la fameuse « Sonia », et là, bizarrement, elle ne me répond pas ! Par sms, tout l’après-midi, pas de soucis, mais en direct, il n’y a plus personne ! Je sens la grosse arnaque ! Je vais voir une première maison voisine : je tombe sur un adolescent qui me dit que son père connaît le propriétaire, mais qu’il est de sortie et qu’il ne sait pas quand il doit rentrer… Là, je suis à deux doigts de m’effondrer en larmes ! Murphy, tu ne veux pas me lâcher un peu la grappe, hein ?! Je commence à en avoir sérieusement marre, moi !

Je tente dans une autre maison : là se trouve un couple d’une soixantaine d’années et le fils de 30 ans. Ils ne savent pas du tout que la maison pouvait être louée, et sont désolés pour moi que j’ai déjà payé ma semaine ! Bah oui, sinon, ce n’est pas drôle ! Heureusement, leur fils connaît le propriétaire (vous aurez noté, pas « la » propriétaire !), et s’en va de ce pas en moto pour voir s’il est chez lui ! 5 minutes plus tard, il revient et me dit que le propriétaire me rejoint à la location. C’est un jeune fermier d’une trentaine d’années, du nom de Josh. Il s’excuse car il n’était pas au courant que la maison était louée, car c’est son ex-copine, qui semble-t-il l’a largué il y a peu et a quitté la région, d’après ce que j’ai compris, qui gérait la location de cette cabane ! Quand je lui explique que j’ai sur l’annonce, tout est nickel et donne envie, que j’ai déjà payé pour la semaine, et que non, ça ne va pas être possible que je reste seule dans ce taudis sans internet (il a remis le courant, de ce point de vu, pas de problème) il comprend tout à fait. Il propose de me remboursé et de venir jusqu’à chez lui pour avoir accès à internet : moi, je dis banco !

Arrivés chez lui, je lui demande si lui ne louerait pas une chambre, ou ne connaîtrait pas quelqu’un qui en loue une pour une semaine pour pas trop cher (car sur AirBnB, le reste est beaucoup plus cher, évidemment ! Et je n’ai pas prévu ça dans mon budget, moi !). Il me dit que chez lui, ce n’est pas possible, mais qu’il va passer des coups de fil. Ok. Je continue ma recherche sur internet, jusqu’à ce qu’il me dise qu’il a trouvé une place pour 120$, avec la possibilité de travailler dans la récolte de kiwi, en plus, si je le souhaite ! Là encore, je dis Banco !

Je me retrouve donc, à 19h environ, au River View Lodge (à 5minutes en voiture de l’autre location), devant la fameuse Mel, propriétaire des lieux. Et bien, pour le coup, je crois que j’ai eu une bonne fée ! Dans mon malheur, je suis tombée sur des gens charmants (encore un coup, comme avec mon essuie-glace ! ^^) ! Je vais donc rester pour au moins une semaine (mais peut-être plus, qui sait ?! JE dois planifier tout ça, mais plus tard…) dans cette ancienne et grande demeure, avec d’autres jeunes gens venant de tous les horizons et qui se retrouvent pour la cueillette des kiwis ! ^^ Le cadre est top, il y a tout ce qu’il faut comme matériel sur place, un wifi au top, et les commodités (supermarché et autres) à proximité : que demander de plus ?!

Finalement, après un grand coup de stress, tout est bien qui finit bien ! J’ai enfin le droit d’aller me coucher, ce qui ne me fera pas de mal…

 This is a new beginning! I'm going from Matamata, heading for the "northeast" and the Bay of Plenty (or "Baie de l'Abondance" in French, j'aime bien! ^^). I booked a room in an AirBnB, in the middle of fields, looking charming! And with a bit of luck, there may be a cat, or other animals, who knows ?! ^^

But first of all, I plan to visit Waihi and especially Waihi Beach, who was strongly advised by the young keeper of the day, at the hostel Matamata! Lol. So I take the road, thinking to drive downtown Waihi without stopping, but there, surprise! In a first corner, I "fall" (a way of speaking in this case!) On a bridge that passes over the road, and which seems to belong to another era, that of gold seekers! Because yes, there were gold diggers in New Zealand, and it seems that projects of "mining" are still in sight, which does not please the local populations at all ... Well, let's go back to our sheep! I continue my journey, and in the following turn I see a "visitor center", a suspension bridge, vestiges ... The time that the information "it can be interesting say! "Goes up to the brain, I missed the entrance to the site! So I turn around and put myself on the parking lot. These are the remains of an old extraction site! If there is not much left, it is still very interesting! ^^ And according to the information table, the whole valley was used by the orpailleurs, one way or another, so there are plenty of testimonies along the way, up to Waihi! This is so cool ! I stop several times on the way: to see the waterfall of Owharoa, then the power station of Vittoria (which, according to the photos presented, was actually a city in itself! Immense and very built, and there is now almost nothing left on the spot! In a century, time and weather have done a hell of work!) And finally I stopped in Waikino, see The old railway station and whose train still works, to make the connection with Waihi! Funny thing: inside the station is a small "old fashioned" café, and there was a group of grandmas also very "old fashioned"! I do not know if this was part of the "decor" or if it was a coincidence, but it was just perfect! ^^

After all these unexpected stops, I arrive at Waihi! The city is built around the extraction: in addition to the gold mines present in the surrounding valleys, in the heart of the city is a huge open-air quarry! I do not know if it is still active, but the landslide in its center shows that it did not appreciate the weather of the past week ... In addition to this mining past, the municipality has many walls painted by Artists, what I appreciate enormously! ^^

I then headed to Waihi Beach, to ask me to eat. And what do I find ?! A long beach of white sand! Lol. In fact, the whole side (from the point of Opito Bay north of Coromandel to Omaio east of the Bay of Plenty) is composed of lengths of sand beaches more or less white, and often very flat! But hey, I will not complain, these are beautiful landscapes every time! ^ _- In addition, I found quite a lot of beautiful mother-of-pearl shells on the beach! I hope that they will survive my journey and that I will bring them back to France ... Only the future will tell us!

So it is a little over 14:30 when I decide to take the road to Opotiki. By politeness, I decide to send a sms to the owner of my new rental, to warn it that I will arrive around 17H30. She replied that she had a problem with the site of AirBnB (?!) And that she could not tell me: there is no current in the house! I do not understand anything ... I ask her for more information: she tells me that if I want, I could stay there for free this night before finding another place! WTF ?! I reply that anyway, I can not do anything on the road, and that I arrive at 5:30 pm as planned! It does not smell good at all, all that, I start to stress serious ... Especially that I still have a good part of the road to do!

I finally arrive at 5:40 pm (not too bad ...), and I actually fall on a house in the middle of fields, with cows all around! In addition, it started to rain, it is total happiness! I begin to go towards the house: it seems more abandoned than anything else ... The door is even open! I enter, thinking to find the owner (even if there was no car outside ...). But there, obviously, nobody! The house is empty! There are sofas, a stove, beds, but still! I call the famous "Sonia", and there, strangely, she does not answer me! By sms, all afternoon, no worries, but live, there is nobody anymore! I feel the big scam! I go to a neighboring house: I come across a teenager who tells me that his father knows the owner, but that he is out and that he does not know when he has to go back. To collapse into tears! Murphy, you do not want to let go of the bunch, eh ?! I'm starting to get seriously fed up!

I try in another house: there is a couple of sixty years and the son of 30 years. They do not know at all that the house could be rented, and are sorry for me that I have already paid my week! Bah yes, otherwise, it's not funny! Fortunately, their son knows the owner (you will have noticed, not "the" owner!), And goes away by motorcycle to see if he is at home! 5 minutes later he comes back and tells me that the landlord joins me to the rental. He is a young farmer in his thirties, named Josh. He apologizes because he was not aware that the house was being rented because it was his ex-girlfriend, who seems to have dropped him a while ago and left the area after What I understood, who managed the hiring of this cabin! When I explain that I have on the ad, everything is nickel and envy, that I have already paid for the week, and that no, it will not be possible that I remain alone in this dump without internet ( He handed the current, from that point of view, no problem) he understands altogether. He proposes to refund me and to come to his house to have access to the internet: me, I say banco!

When I arrived at his place, I asked him if he would not rent a room, or would not know someone who rented one for a week for not too expensive (because on AirBnB, the rest is much more expensive, of course! I did not expect that in my budget, me!). He tells me that at home, it is not possible, but that he will make phone calls. Okay. I continue my search on the internet, until he tells me that he has found a place for $ 120, with the opportunity to work in the kiwi harvest, plus, if I wish! Again, I say Banco!

So I find myself, at about 7pm, at River View Lodge (5minutes by car from the other location), in front of the famous Mel, owner of the place. Well, for the blow, I think I had a good fairy! In my misfortune, I came across charming people (again, as with my wiper! ^^)! I will stay for at least a week (but maybe more, who knows ?! I have to plan all this, but later ...) in this old and big house, with other young people coming from all walks of life and Who find themselves for the picking of kiwis! ^^ The setting is top, there is everything you need as material on the spot, a wifi at the top, and amenities (supermarket and others) nearby: what more can you ask for!

Finally, after a great stress, everything is well that ends well! I finally have the right to go to bed, which will not hurt me ...

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

Found an expression meme thing and I wanted to practice drawing mouths so I drew a bunch of my guys with it (mostly Canaryverse because I love these guys)

All of them deserve to be a little mad (in both senses of the word), as a treat.

Character order for anyone who wants to ask any sort of questions ;)

1a: Riptide Hansen (He/him)

1b: Trevor(?) McGee (He/They)

1c: Lyda Moniter (She/Her)

2a: Annie Keeper (They/Them)

2b: Thing Keeper (She/Her)

2c: The Director “Dira Keeper” (He/She/They)

3a: Puppet Master (He/It)

3b: Alex Rose (They/Them)

3: Ignis (He/They/It)

Also said meme