#EDIT: it's march 5th thank you

[landoslvr]

MRS HARRY | h. lewis

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs harry'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x harry lewis

faceclaim: liya joelle

notes: first piece for mrs harry out of the wag universe. love making these kinds of edits, I make them constantly on @sunsetkerr. the style is completely from the loml @whoetoshaw. liya is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs harry, hopefully you like it!

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yourinstagram playing in the sun with all of my bestest friends 🛥️

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user she's everything to me

user I feel this post in my soul, I can't describe it

taliamar you really are a rockstar 🌟

yourinstagram says a literal popstar

user mother is mothering

wroetoshaw living laughing and loving

yourinstagram oh yeah!! wow!!

user they mean so much to me

user where is that swimsuit from in the 5th slide?

yourinstagram I got it from the iconic, but the tag says 'une piece'!

user thank you!!! a true girls girl 🥹

theburntchip always nice to see my husbands mrs on the timeline

user shes so fine

user how to look like mrs harry tutorial, no borax

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yourinstagram ran away for the weekend (again) to celebrate harry getting older

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user I swear they're always somewhere

user how harry is tapping that I'll never understand

user major fitty

bezhinga red card behaviour

user explains the last sdmn sunday with no bog

user too busy getting laid

yourinstagram guilty

faithlouisak oh how I love you and only you

yourinstagram you and me (and olive) against the world

user she is too good looking for this world

ksi drown him

yourinstagram roger that mr integrity

user it feels like they just got together but they've been together for what?? 6-7 years?

yourinstagram 8 in march 🫢

user take me to spain instead y/n I beg of you

user I want whatever y/n is drinking to stay looking that good

yourinstagram drink lotssss of water and wear sunscreen until you shine like olive oil babe x

user if harry ever fumbles this, I'm swooping straight in

wroetoshaw you can have her, she kicks in her sleep and uses all the hot water

yourinstagram we have electric you moron

[thatmooncake]

DCA Fan Zine - Organisers needed

(Please help boost this even if you can’t personally sign up as we very much need a mod team in order to make a zine happen - especially a physical zine which I know a lot of people were interested in! <3 Thank you :>)

Sooo the results of the initial interest check are IN and it seems like people are incredibly interested in the making of a DCA fan zine for artists and writers (thanks for all the DMs so far too, I will get back to everyone)!

Now me and @flinxypie are looking for proactive mods who are happy to actively contribute to the zine’s organisation and production!

(Note: Please bear in mind a fan zine will take several months to organise and put together so these will be ongoing roles requiring active participation and joint decision making as a team throughout this time period. We are only accepting applicants for moderator positions who are 18+ due to the responsibilities involved.)

Mods will be required to help pitch in and check details, review and approve contributor applications, and offer insight and suggestions to help with the schedule and organisation of the zine where necessary.

We are specifically looking for:

- Graphic designers who can help with arranging the zine layout, editing, and providing advertising materials for the zine

- A Social media mod who can help run our social media accounts and assist with marketing

- A Finance mod who can help with bookkeeping and shop running (this will be absolutely mandatory if we will be making a physical zine)

- A Shipping/printing mod who will be responsible for the printing and shipping of the physical zine as well as any merchandise if this is produced, including sourcing a supplier we can trust to make high quality products (US-based preferred - this will also be absolutely mandatory for making a physical zine)

Previous zine experience would be great but isn’t vital for all roles. It is vital however that we have a strong active mod team pitching in in order for this zine to work!

Please apply using the linked form if you are interested: https://forms.gle/Pvj3n2DXB8dsvGg57

Applications will close on March 5th at 10pm GMT/4pm CST!

[bits-and-babs]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

summary: When Ellie is taken by David, Joel breaks open the part of him locked away since his hunter days. As the guilt eats him alive, you try to help him subdue the black dogs of mental warfare.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: Very 18+. It’s giving morally-grey Joel. Depiction of gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of David that is a warning in itself. Very vague insinuation of SA as shown in the game. Discontent for Christianity (don’t like, don’t read my dude). Angst, guilt. Hurt-comfort. P in v sex, unprotected sex.

authors note: This got so dark it actually caught me off guard! I am so incredibly proud of this piece. I started it 5 whole weeks ago, and spent up until the night of posting (March 5th) editing and retouching. I hope it does Winter, my favourite part of the game, proud.

tease: “I jus’ need to be close to you.”

Continuous dripping sounds from the radiator, drip, drip, drip. Globs of blood seep down the grooves of the heater, falling when the droplets reach the edge and settling in a pool of coagulated gore. A headless body leans left, slumping against the metal the handcuffs chain it to. What’s left of its skull plasters the walls, the ceiling, and the steel pipe discarded in its lap.

Another lifeless body lays strewn sideways, the chair it’s tied to thrown haphazardly across the floor. Its neck is angled awkwardly; its eyes rolled back so only the whites show.

When you manage to tear your eyes away from the carnage, you can still hear the panicked shouts of the captives before Joel slaughtered them, rattling inside the cavern of your skull. Joel’s callous answer rings in your ears.

“Fuck you, man. He told you what you wanted. I ain't telling you shit!”

“That’s alright. I believe him.”

Snowflakes stick to the window of the home Joel had appropriated as a slaughterhouse, the wooden planks weathered and falling apart after years of neglect. The cold creeps in through the holes in the ceiling and the gaps in the wood, but you find yourself doubting the chill responsible for the goosebumps littering your arms.

Inhaling slowly, you will yourself to speak, but the words die in your throat before they even form on your lips, melting away on your tongue. Your pleas for reason would fall on deaf ears, and you know it—Joel’s far beyond reasoning with.

He’s pacing up and down the room, the floorboards creaking under the weight of his boots as he studies the map gripped between his imbrued knuckles. It’s unlike him, you note, to be so rattled. In the years you’ve known Joel, his steadfast resolution had been comforting, a certain. Not now. The men he’d butchered had mentioned details you could only describe as buzzwords that had Joel’s survivor alarm bells ringing.

David’s newest pet. The Town. Cannibals.

Heaving breaths he expels from his lungs vaporise in the air, still catching his breath from pummelling radiator-man’s brains out. If you couldn’t hear the wheezing in his chest from his laboured respiration, you could damn well see it.

Stepping forward, you wince when the floorboard beneath you creaks. “Joel—“

“They got Ellie, Darlin’,” your partner leaps into an eerily calm rundown of the dire situation despite you having been in the room for the entire interrogation. “They got Ellie, an’ they’re gonna kill her.”

Nodding slowly, you reach across the small distance between you to hold onto Joel’s bicep. Blood splatters the fabric of his brown winter coat, and you can feel his body heat radiating beneath the layers of cloth as his body fights infection. The gaping wounds in his back and stomach from the protruding rebar he was impaled on, thanks to a scuffle with a looter at the university, have stopped weeping puss. However, Joel was still largely incapacitated by the pain — despite the feral display of resilience against these two bandits.

“I know—” you try to ease him, but Joel’s buzzing with adrenaline.

“I gotta go get her; you can’t stop me doin’ this, Darlin’ I have’ta-“

“I know,” you speak firmly, and Joel stops dead in his tracks, clearly not having expected you to green-light his suicide mission, “I know I can’t stop you, which is why I insist upon going with you.”

You expect Joel to make a scene, to lose his temper and tell you that you weren't going anywhere, that it was far too dangerous and losing either of you would crush him. You know about Tess; Ellie told you everything when you joined them in Pittsburgh. She detailed Joel's heartache, despite his desperate attempts to appear indifferent. It's times like these that you can't blame him for being overprotective, knowing he had lost so much.

However, your expectations are not met. Joel looks at you, the whites of his eyes tinted red, and the skin beneath shadowed dark with exhaustion. He nods slowly, evidently realising he cannot compete with an army of cannibal bandits single-handedly with the state he’s in. He surrenders.

Wordlessly, Joel grabs your backpack and begins to sift through the items within. Apparently, he decides you don't have enough ammo, sacrificing his El Diablo pistol and offering it to you.

You accept it without fuss, knowing damn well that leaving with him is out of his comfort zone. Making a scene would make him change his mind.

It doesn't take long for Joel to spread out your limited supplies. Within five minutes, he's lifting his heavy backpack onto his shoulders with an agonised groan. You move out silently, Joel holding the door open for you as you step out into the blizzard.

You hear the frozen grass and layers of snow crunch beneath the rubber soles of Joel’s boots. You set your whole life to the pace of each of his steps, a monotonous metronome. Sometimes, on hot days in the summer, you can smell the rubber melting on the tarmac if you stand still for too long.

It’s bizarre, especially as he guides you into a death trap with an unknown sum of threats, but you find yourself thinking you’d be happy for him to lead you anywhere.

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Snowflakes cling to your eyelashes, eyes weeping from the cold and freezing the coarse hairs together. It's so cold that you’re convinced that the tears that develop as a result of the stinging cold freeze before they can drip down your cheeks.

Even without the natural eyelash glue, it's hard to see Joel ahead of you in the chaos of the bandit’s town. The blizzard has intensified, casting a light grey fuzzy haze over what you can see— or rather, what you can't. You're not even sure that the shadowy figure in front of you is Joel, but you're too afraid to ask in case a stranger turns around and shoots you in the stomach.

When you and Joel arrived, it was pandemonium already, armed bandits practically running into you as they attempted to reach their battle stations. The whistling of the wind muffles gunshots, and the bell from the church tower rings deafeningly loud across the snow plains in warning. What exactly had happened, you are unsure, but what you do know is that the cracking of the bronze bell will draw in runners from miles away.

You had to find Ellie. Quickly.

"You all right?" Joel calls out above the din, his Texan accent a welcome relief. It takes you a second to find your voice, the cold having momentarily stolen it.

"Yeah!" You shout back, trembling fingers grasping tightly to your gun.

There is a roaring sound on the wind, rising in volume as you continue to trudge blindly through the snow. The gunshots are more frequent now, yet still too far away to be a threat to you. You wonder if Ellie is raising hell or if the infected have already arrived. Neither scenario was good.

An orange glow peers through the blanket of falling snow that distorts your vision. You'd noticed the flaming barrels as you wandered through the town, but this was different. It was huge. The closer you got to it, the clearer the sound met your ears. It was crackling, wood-burning and billowing acrid black smoke.

Joel whistles, the pitchy sound catching your attention over the deafening thunder of the fire. You can't see his expression, but you can vaguely make out his silhouette pointing toward the building swallowed by flames. You were going in.

One step forward and the blaze is singeing your freezing skin, burning the peach fuzz on your face. You swear you can smell your eyebrows smoking, the flames so strong that you're almost scared to step into the building.

Despite your concerns for the integrity of the structure, Joel is quick to pursue the only lead he has to Ellie. He feels blindly all along the entrance, hissing as his palms come into contact with red-hot glass panes. It's a wooden door inset by small rectangular windows. The frame is deep brown and littered with orange, glowing embers embedded within the grain. You're scared, and open your mouth to dissuade Joel from doing anything rash. He doesn't give you the opportunity.

His shoulder slams into the weakened, charred door without hesitation, the windows falling from their frames and shattering on the wooden floor. The blazing heat inside the building wafts over you, causing sweat to bead at your brow.

Desperate, Joel pushes through and stumbles into the building, which you now discover is a diner. The smoke burns your lungs, and your eyes sting so much that you're almost blinded by the tears prickling your waterline. The dark grey clouds are so thick that you're suffocating, unable to take in any oxygen. Had it not been for the noises piercing through the terrifying roar of the fire, you would have aborted the entrance in fear of asphyxiation.

High-pitched grunts of exertion and the sound of metal slamming into wood catch Joel's attention. He looks up, alarmed by the noise and yet scrambles towards it despite the danger.

"Ellie!" Joel shouts out, running on adrenaline as he rushes forward. You let out a sob of relief, knowing that Joel has eyes on her, but the consolation doesn't last long.

When you catch sight of her, you find Ellie in a blind rage. Her bloodied hands hold onto a machete handle with a white-knuckled grip, raising the weapon above her head and bringing it down into the mess of the fractured skull and smashed brains of the body below her. Blood sprays across her face with the sheer force with which she plunges the blade into the meaty mess, tears of fury leaving tracks in the crimson on her cheeks.

"Stop! Stop," Joel wraps his forearms around Ellie’s chest, dragging her away from the mutilated body to a chorus of devastatingly broken ‘no's’. Ellie screams, fighting Joel’s grip and clawing at his arms in an attempt to free herself.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She sobs as Joel hushes her, wrapping his arms around her body and holding her to his chest in a desperate attempt to prove to Ellie that she is safe. He sets her in front of him, forcing the broken young girl to look at him and recognise him.

"It's me," he speaks firmly, trying to access the rational part of her brain as he holds her still, his palms settling on her bloodied cheeks and inevitably smearing the ruddy liquid across her skin. "Look, look. It’s me."

Her tearful gaze settles on Joel, still in a panic as she searches his face. It takes her a moment, but relief swallows her expression and she practically falls into Joel's embrace.

“Oh,” she sobs out, eyes falling to the blood-streaked floor as the shock kicks in, “He tried to-“

“Oh, Baby Girl…” He murmurs brokenly, clinging to her as though he feared the world would snatch her from him again if he didn’t hold her in a vice-like grip. “It’s okay. It’s okay….”

“Joel…” Ellie sobs, burying her face into his chest and soaking his already bloodied clothes with yet more gore and tears. Joel presses his head to hers, repeatedly murmuring that it was okay, that he had her.

As Joel speaks to Ellie, you allow them this delicate moment of solitude. Of course, you were part of this family, but the bond Ellie and Joel shared far outweighed anything you could offer. A found father-daughter relationship that filled the holes in each other's hearts. It wasn’t your place to intrude.

Casting your teary eyes to the ceiling, you catch sight of a rudimentary hanging sign made from a white mattress topper. Scrawled upon it in mostly black paint, the lettering bulky, and only one word is written in scarlet.

“WHEN WE ARE IN NEED, HE SHALL PROVIDE!”

Bile rises in your throat as you take in the quote reminiscent of bible scripture. It turns your stomach, knowing what this man would have done, what the town no doubt did do to others, all while justifying it with thinly veiled Jesus worship.

It was an odd realisation, one that left you feeling quite numb as Joel helped Ellie from her knees. The comprehension that for the past 20 years, humanity had been coming together to fight the Cordyceps virus in the hope of removing the scourge and returning to normal life. Instead, the happenings in the diner, in this town, proved that the Cordyceps virus had little impact on the real plight.

That humans, people, are the true sickness.

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You are fearful at first that Ellie wouldn't be able to sleep after the trauma of her ordeal. She had, at first, been delicate on the journey back to the cabin that Joel had been recuperating in since his accident. Exhibiting signs of shellshock, she refused to elaborate on anything she had seen or heard during her captivity, and both you and Joel decided it best to leave her to unpick her thoughts in her own time.

The brass bells in the cannibal town had drawn the attention of a ginormous pack of runners, and you were scared that Ellie would be unable to find it in her to fight for her life.

However, as Ellie often did, she proved you wrong. Perhaps that is why she retreated to a dream world the moment her head touched the pillow. The sound of her steady breathing is the only noise permeating the silence that had settled in the cabin basement.

Joel retreats into the shadows when Ellie finds sleep. Leaning his back against the rough brick wall, he groans in agony as he sinks into a half-comfortable position. You watch him settle, eyebrows pinching together as you witness him fall back into the blackest corners of his mind.

You hesitate. You've only ever seen Joel like this once, distraught by the deaths of Henry and Sam after barely reaching freedom beyond the Pittsburgh Bridge. He had withdrawn into himself for weeks, the guilt eating him alive despite not belonging to any of you.

The black dog of mental warfare was a friend you knew Joel had come to know well. Before Sam and Henry, there was Tess, his hunter days, and of course, Sarah. Each time, the darkness would require him to carry a heavy burden of culpability despite his lack of fault.

"I'm glad," Joel's gruff voice cuts through the silence. He sounds broken, battling an insidious infection that you can't see. Similar to the Cordyceps virus, it encroaches on his mind, turning it against him. “I'm glad she killed him."

Again, you withhold your innermost thoughts as Joel battles to admit his feelings. He looks up at you, resting against the opposite wall. His expression is cold, but his eyes reflect a tragic pain within him.

“I’m relieved she killed him. Because I dunno what I would’a done.”

The black dog has returned, settled at Joel’s feet, and with it the guilt lands in his lap.

"Joel," you whisper, rising to your feet and approaching your crestfallen partner with delicate steps, "It’s not your fault."

Shaking his head Joel refuses to acknowledge your exoneration, beginning to launch into a tirade of self-hatred. "No. No, if I'd‘ve-"

You interrupt him, a firmness quite unlike you seeping into each syllable. "It's not your fault."

This time it appears to strike home, Joel slowly nodding his head in acceptance as you sink to the floor with him, resting your head on his shoulder as you settle beside him for warmth. The following silence isn't as emotionally charged. Joel appears to find comfort in your embrace. The black dog slinks out of the room through the crack in the open door.

You gently press kisses to the soft expanse of skin peeking from underneath Joel’s collar. It's a comfort, one that you regularly award Joel before sleep. He tilts his head in the opposite direction, offering you further access to the skin layering his jugular.

Without question, you continue to pepper his skin with endearment. He wasn't one to regularly ask for it, so you took this as a sign that Joel required some tenderness right now.

"’m sorry," he mumbles, embarrassed by his needy behaviour, “'m just-“

"You don't have to explain anything," you whisper, the curve of your lips dragging against his pulse point as you speak to him. He hums deep and low, eyes slipping shut as you continue your ministrations.

Achingly slowly, you drag lips across his jugular, pressing kisses to spots on his neck that you know are reactive. The soft valley behind his ear, the curve of his jaw, the junction between his neck and his shoulder. They all receive your affection, and you begin to hear Joel's breathing labour ever so slightly.

Joel’s infectious fever bleeds into something akin to fervour, his ribcage rising and falling with heavier, unsteadier breaths. His eyelids flutter closed, the searing, sour pain blending with the pleasure that sparks in him when your lips brush over his pulse point.

“Darlin’-“ He whispers, and it’s utterly broken. Pitchy and cracking in his throat when your fingertips work at his shirt buttons to expose more of his clavicle. His hands are settling on your hips as you swing your thigh over his lap slowly, thumb pads sweeping over your hip bones in delicate patterns.

“What is it you need from me, Joel?” You murmur softly, nose nudging at the bottom of his throat, at the v where his collar bones meet.

“F-Fuck,” he chokes, eyes cast skyward as he attempts to piece the broken pieces of his mind back together and find an answer. “I jus’ need to be close to you.”

He thought he’d lost Ellie. Thought he’d find her strung up with pieces of her flesh scattered about an unsanitary butcher's room. No doubt his mind was spinning with all the possibilities. What if you’d been shot trying to get her back?

Joel needed to be confident you were alive. Needed to feel your pulse thrumming against his palm.

“I can do that,” you promise him gently. You never pledged anything to Joel; nothing was certain. However, right now, you could offer your word. Could swear to ease his trepidation.

“I’m here.” Your words are spoken with conviction, his head nodding slightly as you take his wrist in your hand. “You can feel it. Come here.”

Delicately, you lay his bloodied, trembling hand across your chest. He lets out a quivering breath through his nose when he feels the thump of your heart against the lifeline of his palm.

Your free hand settles on the brass button holding his jeans together, popping it open and exposing the trail of dark, greying hairs that trail down his naval. His eyes flicker to your own, chapped lips parting slightly as you pinch the zipper and drag it down with a quiet ‘zzzp’.

The thud against his palm picks up the momentum as you feel him harden beneath the denim of your jeans, and you catch his lips pull up. A short, single scoff of disbelief- relief- as you gently work the jeans down and over his hips.

“Does this old man really do it for you that much?” He whispers, his fingerprints teasing the stitches of your collar. Your flannel is worn, threadbare and velvet soft, and your skin is burning hot beneath. “Even greyin’ and broken like I am?”

“Joel,” you whisper, pressing a delicate, lengthy kiss to his forehead, between his eyebrows. Fumbling with your cargo pants, you have them over your ass in no time, dragging your panties along with them. “You are the only man alive that makes me feel this way.” Your lips brush against the creases on his brow; frown lines etched deep into his skin after years of misery.

“Mhm,” his rich, oak eyes drag down your form as he watches you undress and expose your soaked cunt, thighs glistening wet in the low lighting. “That ain’t hard when most of the population died out.”

“Joel,” you repeat with a less-tempered tone, nose nudging at his hairline as you wrap your fingers around his length. He grunts quietly, careful to smother any loud noises to avoid drawing Ellie’s attention. “There wasn’t anyone before outbreak day, either.”

“Not even that actor-… What was his name, George Cloo-oh fuck,” his stupid joke dies on the tip of his tongue when you slowly sink down onto the head of his cock, walls fluttering around the stretch of him. His voice is hoarse, whisper breaking into silence as he slowly pushes the crown of his head into the terracotta brick walls.

“No,” you chuckle softly, watching him struggle for logical thought as you take more of him, and slip him further in. “No, not even him.”

Joel grunts, digging his teeth into his lower lip as you take him to the hilt. He nudges your cervix in this position, the sensation almost like a mild bruise, but you love it. Love that it will match the hickeys he leaves on your shoulders- marking you inside and out. Claiming you as his, Death and His black dog be damned.

“Oh C-Christ,” he lilts, and it sounds like a whimper as you squeeze around him, “I can feel it. Can feel your pulse-“

“See? I told you I’m alive,” You muse, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you slowly begin to grind your hips forward in a circle. Joel just nods dumbly, his previously pale cheeks flushed slightly.

No bouncing, no thrusts. Joel is too fragile, his immune system fighting a nuclear war inside of him as his white blood cells try to secure the perimeter of the wound in his abdomen. You focus on rolling your hips instead, slowly inching off his cock and sinking back down onto his velvety length.

“Hoh- uhng, fuck-“ his illegible groans make your heart batter his meta-carpel bones, compelling him to acknowledge your vital signs and their optimal function.

He’s twitching inside you, the slow rise and fall of your hips forcing him to feel you stretch around each ridge and pulsing vein of his cock. Joel looks like he could break down, the sensation of his building orgasm such an overwhelming sensation in his already exhausted body.

Pushing your fingers through his soft curls, you clasp the back of his skull and lean forward to hold his face to your chest. He can hear it loud and clear now, the shell of his ear cupping the cavity of your chest where your heart batters against his cheekbone. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you as tight as his septic-fatigued muscles can hold you.

It doesn’t take much for you to work yourself into your own fever. Joel’s cock always manages to find that spark inside you, nudging it and coaxing your orgasm to bloom between your thighs.

“M’gonna cum,” he rasps against your chest, his hot breath fanning across your skin. Joel’s pressing sloppy, clumsy kisses there, exhaling heavily with each roll of your hips.

“Mhmm-“ you muffle your cry by biting your knuckles, focusing on the clench of your walls and the buzz of your orgasm surging up through you. It’s like a whirlpool, pulling you under and drowning you in the wave of bliss that overtakes you.

Joel’s follows almost immediately after, his whole body tending despite the pain as it pulses through him, his cum painting your insides. His hips stutter, burying deep within you and letting out a ragged breath of relief that edges into a moan of your name.

Passing carbon dioxide between you, your foreheads press together as your breath fans over each other's faces. His eyelashes flutter with exhaustion, and you can feel them tickle the peak of your cheekbones. It’s so tender, so unlike Joel.

“I won’t let him take you.” His voice is so quiet the words almost don’t form, just barely leaving his throat in a sigh. His hand, not having left its rooted spot above your left breast, slowly inches towards your throat. You feel his index finger prod at your pulse, sealing his conviction that you are safe.

In honesty, you’re unsure who he means. Death, probably. David is long gone, but Joel’s fever is tipping him closer to delirium than reality.

One thing was for certain; you had managed to stave off the Black Dog for now. It lay at the doorway, stuck beyond the threshold it was forbidden to pass over, waiting until Joel allowed it back inside.

END

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[carnivore-voyeur]

Someone asked me a short while ago what happened to Dewdrop that caused him to miss two shows.* Thanks to @miss-grim and some research, I can share what happened:

On December 5th, 2018 during the Pale Tour Named Death, Dewdrop suffered an injury at around the midway point of the show. He continued to play the rest of the show, but backstage.

You can watch the full concert here.

Copia talks about him being injured at this point.

There's a news article here claiming that it was likely a shoulder injury as he was not moving his left arm after the show. That would certainly make it pretty difficult and painful to play. :(

Edit:

Here's a link to the final performance and final bows. You can see Dewdrop coming back on stage. His left arm is obviously injured. Aether and Rain come over to check on him.

Thank you anon for sharing!

*Additional Edit:

@fallenangelvexed was able to confirm that Dewdrop did in fact miss show(s), but that this was not due to the 2018 shoulder injury.

Dewdrop became the bassist for Ghost in March 2017. Here is video evidence that he is missing from the 2017 show in Argentina.

It's possible that the Dewdrop wiki confused his absence in 2017 with his injury in 2018, as it was listed that he missed two shows.

I recalled that their bassist had been missing from the stage during this era, but I couldn't remember which show and/or if it was Dewdrop.

It appears that it was Dewdrop and he missed the show due to an injury based on comments that were made.

Thank you so much for sharing!

Let's hope our Dewdrop doesn't injure himself anymore.

[imtoodizzy]

MASTER-LIST OF EVERYTHING SNOW DAY

links included, of course! — with the help of a list created by jsb777 on discord, i will be creating a masterlist of EVERYTHING we have gotten shown about snow day so far. i’m doing this in honer of the london showcase happening in 8 hours! i may have gotten a few things wrong here or there, or missed something that happened, but i’m pretty happy with what i’ve done.

• August 6th, 2021

- Matt Stone & Trey parker, while discussing their 900 million dollar deal with Viacom, mention a 3d game in the works

• January 5th, 2022

- Question games shares a job offer for a lead multiplayer level designer. Game Informer created an article on January 7th which talks about it

• August 12th, 2022

- Randy teaser releases from THQ Nordic event.

• August 11th, 2023

- THQ Nordic event reveals a Snow Day trailer

- This marks the day Snow Day’s title was revealed, as well as a 2024 release date

• September 12th, 2023

- Amazon listings go up, featuring new images

• November 22th, 2023

- New gameplay trailer released

• December 21st, 2023

- New release date trailer released

- Collectors edition/Digital deluxe reveal

- Of course, this is when the March 26th, 2024 specific date was revealed

- Pre-order underpants gnome cosmetics bonus revealed as well

• February 21st, 2024

- Nintendo switch releases a trailer

- These were at some point available on South Park’s social media accounts, but on a date I don’t know and for unknown reasons, it has been wiped clean.

• February 27th, 2024

- Best Buy adds a second print of Snow Day’s collectors edition.

- THQ Nordic also releases the second print

• March 1st, 2024

- London pop-up event announced

• March 4th, 2024

- South Park announces the second print of Snow Day’s collectors edition

• March 5th, 2024

- IGN releases an article with Matt Stone talking about Snow Day.

• March 6th, 2024

- IGN shares the footage of said interview.

- Genuine gameplay footage!

• March 7th, 2024

- IGN’s first preview of Snow Day

- Image of the London pop-up shared!

• UPCOMING: March 8th-10th

- The first play of Snow Day will be happening during the Snow Day pop up event in London.

- Merch & games will be available to everyone without a ticket!

i tried to include everything i could think of. i may have missed a detail or two… or three, even, but i think my list is pretty good! i will share any new information to come from london today through sunday, so stay tuned if you’re interested! though this is mostly for me anyways. thank you again to jsb777 for setting up a guide for me to follow to create this masterlist!

[venlazlo]

Fields of Mistria Birthday Approximations

Still in an art rut so I calculated all their birthdays on the Gregorian Calendar under the read more for those that like to draw their favorite characters on their birthdays.

edit: compressed into a single image

Also the math isn't perfect so I will list all the flaws in the data and my own calculations at the end but I am pretty confident in what I have managed to achieve so far. The fat chunk of text at the end is by no means required reading but may answer some questions that may arise.

edit: sorry forgot abt Adeline. Shes Jan 26

Jan 1-3 Errol 7-10 Darcy*

Feb 9-11 Hemlock March 11-13 Ryis 31 - Olric

April 1-2 Olric 19-21 March

May 5-8 Luc*

June 4-6 Elsie 17-19 Vera

July 7-9 Balor 13-15 Celine 19-21 Josephine

August 1-3 Eiland 14-16 Nora 21-23 Maple 30-31 Valen*

September 1-2 Valen* 9-11 Landen 16-18 Merri

October 5-7 Reina 12-14 Holt 18-20 Dozy 31 Louis

November 1-2 Louis 7-9 Teritha 20-22 Juniper

December 6-8 Dell 19-21 Henrietta 22-24 Hayden

*The middle date of the range is my assumed option. (i.e Reina is October 5-7 so I'll just assume Oct 6) *This is based on the Northern Hemisphere since it snows in Mistria. Spring 1 translated to our calendar would be equivalent to March 1-4. *There was an extra day that could not be equally distributed so I picked a day that would be ultimately inconsequential. (Feb. 28/Winter 28) Aside from the estimated dates, putting it anywhere else only makes it so Henrietta has one day in Capricorn. and changes the bullet point above. *Darcy, Luc, and Valen have four days while everyone has three bc 365/112 produces a decimal value (3.26) so I evenly distributed an additional day to every 1st, 5th, 9th, 13th, 17th, 21st, and 25th day. >>This decision was unfortunately subjective. As opposed to doing the 4th, 8th, 12th, 16th, 20th, 24th, & 28th which would have affected the following: >>>Vastly increased the list of 4 day estimates to Ryis, March, Balor, Josephine, Eiland, Nora, Landen, Reina, Dozy, Louis, and Hayden. This puts too much guess work on a "center" day >>>Everyone's estimated dates are effectively shifted by -1. >>>March Would still be either an Aries or Taurus without a skew towards either, Maple would be a pure Leo, Juniper would be a pure Scorpio, and Hayden would have one day in Capricorn. >>>Had this been the decision, I would have probably put the extra day into March 1st/Spring 1 purely because the thought to do the days divisible by 4 was an afterthought and I'm too lazy to retype all the numbers and putting the extra day on Spring 1 just realigns everyone with the data presented above.

Thank you for reading!

p.s. if someone can get me Caldarus' birthday bc I have seen that screenshot where he tells you that it is his birthday but it does not show the in-game UI so the date is not visible. There's a random gaming article that lists it as Spring 25(May18-20 Taurus) but I do not trust any of them to do their jobs right honestly.

[jellymeduza]

March, April and May updates

9th of March 2024: skydiving simulator - fixed an issue of chances for yeet being swapped for ‘lucky’ and ‘ordinary’ Sims. Thanks @limeyyoshi​ for notifying me!

30th of March 2024: airbending practice - added more animations to display during airbending practice

24th of April 2024: Beck’s shark replaced with TS3 model - added three recolors. Now shark spawns in one of four colors

25th of April 2024: custom cellphone mod - incorporated @episims​‘ update of 24th of April 2024 into my edits of their mod: visiting Sims can now be asked to take a picture for you if they have a non-instant camera in their inventory

27th of April 2024: swimmable lounger - lounger is animated and gently rocks while floating on the waves. Unfortunately, the loungers have to be re-bought on lots

28th of April 2024: useable ghost grave, useable ghost urn, TS3 fairy houses with more options - updated “Auto Fly” and "Auto Haunt" versions. Following @limeyyoshi​‘s discovery regarding TTAB I edited auto-fly and auto-haunt advertisements to make sense

28th of April 2024: part 1 of bending mod - added file Meduza_AccObjectBending and updated Meduza_Earthbending_interaction, Meduza_Firebending_interaction and Meduza_Waterbending_interaction. If you put the new file alongside updated “practice” mods, Sims will shoot projectiles while practising bending. Earthbenders will shoot rocks, firebenders balls of fire and waterbenders will shoot either water or blocks of ice. Updated files should also work fine without the Meduza_AccObjectBending file - creating projectiles will simply be skipped

5th of May 2024: swimmable boats - boats will rock up and down during fishing (I couldn’t get them to rock to the sides 🙁)

7th of May 2024: part 1 of bending mod - fixed mistake in Meduza_Waterbending_interaction I had made in the previous update

11th of May 2024: swimmable boats - turns out I used an outdated version of rocking animation which makes a boat return to the starting point. It is fixed now

12th of May 2024: custom cellphone mod - incorporated @episims​‘ update of 12th of May 2024 into my edits of their mod: custom camera is sellable in OFB businesses and cameras now appear in a standing position even when moved away from a sim’s inventory

[theriverbeyond]

Counterfetts on Twitter (icon is Isobel from bg3) has a thread about it that also places the Charles business in the timeline in case that’s relevant (personally I only think it is as a comparison of how the royal family usually handles things). It doesn’t cover the more recent stuff though, so I’ll do an overview:

4th March a blurry paparazzi photo of Kate in the car with her mum is released. People use AI to remove the distortion and then make wild claims about it being a double because the AI made it not look like her, but that’s just how those enhancement features work. The photos too grainy to glean anything from except that she’s alive and conscious.

5th March the ministry of defence posts that she’s going to attend trooping of the colour in June. This is bizarre because the MoD don’t make those announcements, and it’s a long way off to be announcing that. The announcement is removed the same day.

10th March for Mother’s Day Kensington palace post a photo of Kate with her children, saying it was taken by William. She is not wearing a wedding ring. The photo is pretty obviously photoshopped and several media outlets put a kill notice on it.

11th March Kate tweets from the Kensington palace account that she likes to mess around with photo editing and apologises for the confusion. This is bizarre for several reasons, first that William took the photo but Kate’s taking the blame, and second that it is not in the format of an official announcement which ALL communications from royals or their representatives usually are. A photo of her in the car with William, supposedly on the way to two seperate appointments is released later. She is looking away from the camera and only her profile is visible. It is a BIZARRE photo to pick during this particular moment.

Over the next few days many different news outlets post articles about the marchioness of cholmondeley (pronounced chumly. Somehow) just introducing her out of nowhere. Apparently she is rumoured to be Williams mistress.

Tbh I don’t think there’s anything particularly malicious going on, I think she’s just either gained weight from surgery or had a temporary colostomy bag put in and the royal family is too misogynistic/ableist to let her be photographed like that. I do also think William is cheating on her but that’s just seperate to this whole thing. I think the lack of the wedding ring in the Mother’s Day photo has more to do with generative ai being used than a secret message hinting at divorce.

omg thank you anon.... i expected a link and instead u delivered this info directly into my inbox. #blessed

[ultimate-rat-bracket]

WELCOME TO THE

ULTIMATE.

RAT.

BRACKET!!!!!!!

(aka the bRATcket)

This is a bracket tournament where YOUR favorite fictional rat characters can duke it out to find out WHO is the most beloved fuzzy little guy amongst all. WINNER TAKES THE CHEESE, LOSERS GET…uh…stale breadcrumbs or something.

Nomination period will be indefinite until I have enough to fill at least a 32 size bracket, or until I get overwhelmed, and then I will set a final date!

EDIT: FINAL DEADLINE WILL BE MARCH 5TH, 11:00 PM CST!!!

This bracket was inspired by tournament blogs such as @vg-soundtrack-showdown, @stachebracket, @aroaceswagcompetition, @delinquentbrawl, @thief-throwdown, @disabilityshowdown, @tentacletournament, @fantasticfrogfacedown, and many more!! Go check them out!

—RULES FOR NOMINATIONS—

1. This is a RATS ONLY EVENT. NO MICE ALLOWED (sorry)! Please make sure to only submit rat characters and not mouse or other species characters for this bracket. If you have any questions about a character just ask me!

2. Must be fictional rat characters from existing media! Your pet rats will not be allowed on the bracket (but they're winners in my heart). Original characters will also not be allowed. No real people either (idk why you would submit real people anyway, but still).

3. Characters must have names to be considered. Really by this rule I mean no "background" npcs or nameless enemies/mobs from games, etc. Sorry y'all it's just easier for me. Again, ask me about characters you're not sure about!

4. Rat characters from non-visual media (such as books or podcasts) are welcome.

5. You may nominate as many characters as you wish, but please do not submit the same character multiple times!!!

6. Please be civil and nice to each other y'all. Rats stand for love and peace. Also this is just a silly bracket it's truly not that deep <3

Also, due to his inherent popularity, Remy Ratatouille will be added to the roster by default, so please do not submit him!

Submit Here!

Reblogs are much appreciated!!!!!!

[angel-graces-world-of-chaos]

Author's Note

Hi! I’m Angel. I’m new at this, so constructive criticism and tips are much appreciated. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. A few things I’d like to discuss before the story starts:

Obviously, I don’t own Hogwarts Legacy or any of the original characters as well as any conversations that are in the game. I do, however, own my own character and any other characters I create, so please don't copy or plagiarise my writing.

This is a free space — bullying, insults, and the likes are not accepted here. If you have a problem with that, then don’t read :)

This is my first time trying to write anything that isn’t assigned by school or university, so go easy. However, as said before, tips etc are appreciated.

Although English is my first language, my writing will have mistakes here and there. I try my best to spot them and edit them, but sometimes I miss things. If you spot something, please let me know, and I’ll fix it asap.

I write in British English, because that’s how I was taught English. So words like ‘colour’ or ‘flavour’ etc, might be written differently to how you know them. Just to make that clear.

Hope you have fun reading and thank you for giving it a shot!

Angel xxx

Green and Silver Wonders

5th Year

Chapter i

Adeline Smith was sure she’d never seen such opulence in her life. That wasn’t hard though, given the fact that she’d been raised in an orphanage. But the Great Hall was certainly an imposing bit of architecture, in fact, the entire castle was an architect’s dream. The walls were lined with different coloured banners — banners representing the four houses, Professor Fig had called them. One of which, Adeline would soon be sorted into once the Sorting Hat made its choice. Four large tables ran parallel to one another down towards the front of the Hall. At the end, what appeared to be the staff table was situated on a dais, and on a circular platform stood a rickety little stool with the Sorting Hat on top.

As she hurried after the Headmaster, Adeline wondered which house the Hat would place her in: would it be Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw? Slytherin? She wasn’t sure, though since discovering magic, she was itching to explore and see more of this new world and what it had to offer her.

“Professor Weasley! We’ve one more to be sorted,” Headmaster Black grumbled, as he marched up to the little stool, turning to watch.

“Welcome,” Professor Weasley smiled warmly to the young girl. “You’re just in time. Have a seat.”

With mild trepidation, Adeline placed herself on the rickety stool, turning to see hundreds of curious eyes on her. Shrinking in on herself to avoid the curious gazes, she felt Professor Weasley place the hat on her head. Suddenly, her mind was filled with an ancient voice, curling around her like a scarf, blanketing the murmurs of the other students.

“Ah, yes,” it muttered, “a bit older than the others, aren’t you? You come here with preferences and preconceptions — certain expectations.”

You’re not wrong, she mused, glancing around the Hall. “I’m certainly excited to begin learning more about magic.”

“Not wrong, eh? I should hope not.” The Hat chuckled, before continuing, “curious and eager to learn, are we? You’ll find Hogwarts has much to offer to those who seek it. Hmm. I wonder. Hmm. I detect something in you. A certain sense of — hmm — what is it?”

At this, Adeline couldn’t help but eagerly answer: “Is it ambition? I may seem single-minded, but it is important to go after what you want in life.” She concluded, satisfied with such a well-rounded answer.

“Perhaps…Very interesting. You’ve recently learned that you possess a rare ability indeed. I detect a growing sense of ambition. An eagerness for power.”

Power?

“Hmm, yes. Better be…Slytherin!”

The green and silver decked table broke into cheers at this, hollering their glee at being the House to receive the new fifth year. Professor Weasley promptly removed the Sorting Hat from Adeline’s head and transformed her uncoloured robes into ones matching those of her new housemates.

After the quick dismissal of the Headmaster, Professor Weasley ushered Adeline to the Slytherin Common Room. “Now tomorrow, I shall come to fetch you for your first class. I suggest you get some sleep, as you’ll have a big day ahead of you. The password for your common room is Aspiration.” 

“Understood, Professor. Thank you.” Adeline smiled softly at the older witch.

“You’re most welcome. I hope you enjoy your first night at Hogwarts. Sleep well.”

Adeline awoke with a start, preparing to spring out of bed as she would have at the orphanage, before remembering that she was in fact a witch, that no, it wasn’t a dream, and it would probably be a good idea if she dressed. After all, Professor Weasley had said she would bring her to her first class, and Adeline had no wish to keep the kind professor waiting.

“Oh bother! I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry up!” Adeline cried as she tried to tidy herself up as quickly as possible. 

With a glance around the room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything important, she hurried out of the dorm room. She turned left to follow the stairs down into a large foyer, a roaring fireplace placed along the back wall, with a boy pacing up and down.

“I suppose there’s no time like the present. Let’s get these introductions over with.” One deep inhale later, Adeline found herself marching over to the brunette.

“Well, I suppose — no.” He muttered to himself, as he paced back and forth in front of the fire. The boy was clutching a thick tome, one that had definitely seen better days. Upon turning around, he noticed Adeline standing near him and placed the book on an armchair.

“Can I help you?” He questioned, giving her a mildly confused glance.

Adeline nods, unable to make a sound. She had such a good speech prepared for introducing herself but found herself quite tongue-tied now that she actually had to speak to a fellow student.

“Ah,” the boy suddenly grinned, “You’re the new fifth-year. I’m Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin.”

Adeline couldn’t help but smile. The boy — Sebastian — had such a cheeky grin, and his eyes glittered with mischief: “Thank you. I’m Adeline.”

A nod. “Though I must say, Adeline” Sebastian kept grinning, “not everyone has a Ministry escort to school.”

Adeline smiled nervously, “He was a friend of Professor Fig’s who merely joined us for the ride.”

“Still — impressive.” Sebastian frowned, turning serious. “Dreadful way to go, poor fellow. Glad you and Fig are all right.”

Adeline recalled the terror she felt when watching George being eaten by the dragon. That same fear engulfed her when Professor Fig had told her to jump out of the broken carriage. “Professor Fig and I were lucky to escape with our lives.”

“Indeed. And how did you escape?” Sebastian questioned, eyes sparking with curiosity.

Adeline shifted. She wasn’t sure she could trust Sebastian entirely. Besides, Professor Fig had suggested it would be best to keep things, particularly her power over ancient magic, a secret. She answered, hesitantly: “It’s all a bit of a blur, to be honest.”

Sebastian understood immediately, “Didn’t mean to press. You just get yourself settled. We can talk more later.”

Adeline smiled at the boy. As she turned away, she remembered the book he’d been reading avidly. “Sebastian, if I may?” She began tentatively, “What book were you reading?”

“Oh.” Sebastian brightened, “A spell book I picked up. Has a few interesting things, but not exactly what I was looking for.” He went on to explain how not all spells that were needed, were necessarily taught at Hogwarts.

Adeline stared at him, disbelieving: “Are you saying some spells aren’t taught at Hogwarts? Which ones?”

“Ah.” At that, Sebastian chuckles, before continuing with a good-natured smile, “seems I may have met a kindred spirit. That is a conversation for another time.”

The two said their farewells, and Adeline left to investigate the rooms further. Having left Sebastian behind her, she found that the foyer opened up towards the Common Room. To her left she saw students gathered around a chess board, whilst to her right, students were sitting on settees and armchairs, happily chatting away. Ignoring the murmured chatter that accompanied Adeline, as she made her way into the room, Adeline found herself walking towards the students around the chess board, catching the tail end of a conversation.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A tall, dark-haired girl sneered, as she leaned over another student’s shoulder, glancing at the chess board. “Not going to move there, are you?”

Adeline watched as the other student thought about their next step briefly, before moving their piece accordingly. “Here, watch this.” The boy stated, confidently leaning back into the chair.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The girl smirked, watching in glee as the other student checkmated the king, winning the match. With another grin, the girl slammed her open palm on the table and stood upright. “Told you.” She laughed, shaking her head. 

Adeline was unsure how best to approach, considering the display she had witnessed. Maybe it would be better to speak to someone else—

“He should’ve listened to me.” The brown-haired girl grinned.

Bugger. Too late now.

Before Adeline could speak, the girl continued: “Ah! I know who you are. You’re the new Slytherin, the one who barged in with Professor Fig last night. Interesting tactic on your first day — taking all the attention away from the first-years.”

Well, I didn’t exactly do it on purpose…

“I’m Imelda by the way. Shame I wasn’t with you and Fig. I could’ve lured that dragon away. My skills on a broom are legendary.” Imelda finally introduced herself, brimming with confidence.

Right. I’m sure you’d have been able to sweep that dragon from the sky.

Adeline smiled hesitantly, “Perhaps Professor Fig’s friend would have survived if we’d had your help.”

With a satisfied nod, Imelda agreed. “Precisely. Perhaps one of these days I’ll show you a thing or two about flying. I can teach you more than Kogawa ever could. Speaking of which, I’d like to get in some time on my broom before classes.” 

“Imelda… might I ask you a question?” Adeline began, fearing she’d be shot down.

“You just did.” Came the snarky response. “But go on…”

Oh dear Lord, give me strength…

“Are you a keen wizard chess fan? You knew that boy was going to lose the match.” It had been fascinating to watch, despite the ‘commentary’ Imelda had provided.

“Not really, ” The witch responded, “much too sedate a pastime for me. It’s also simply not that challenging. The moves are always so obvious. Why does no one else see it?” The last part was muttered, seemingly as an afterthought.

Interesting…

“I see. And… do you have a lot of time to fly during school?” Adeline wondered.

Imelda grinned at that, “I make the time. There’s nothing like swerving through the spires of the castle and around the Quidditch pitch to clear the mind.”

“I see. Thank you, Imelda.”

“Nice meeting you.”

Casting one last look at the chess game, that had been restarted whilst she conversed with Imelda, Adeline turned to face the rest of the room. Although there were numerous students sitting around, she wasn’t sure how many more people she could talk to. Just as she was about to return to her dorm room, if only to wait for Professor Weasley, Adeline spotted a blonde boy leaning against a column, next to the Common Room windows. He appeared to be listening to some first-years that were eagerly waiting for a mermaid appearance.

“Wait, I - I think I heard one.” One of the students cried, shaking their friend’s arm. The two younger students pressed their faces against the glass, staring out into the dark, murky water.

The boy laughed quietly, “hmph, doubt mermaids find us that interesting.”

He looks… nice. Perhaps I’ll speak to him.

As Adeline began to walk over to the window slowly, she thought of how best to introduce herself. But before she could even say a word, the boy turned to face her. His eyes were a piercing blue, but appeared to be clouded over, dampening the colour.

Is he… surely, he isn’t blind. How on earth would that work?

“Ah, ” the boy smiled, face lighting up as he did. “Based on all the chatter when you entered the common room, I’m guessing you’re the new fifth-year. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt.”

He has such a pretty smile.

Is that a mole? And dimples?

Focus, Adeline!

“Oh, erm, yes. It’s nice to meet you, Ominis. I’m Adeline Smith.” The girl couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She hoped she didn’t stutter or that her voice was shaking, as she answered.

I wasn’t this bad when speaking to Sebastian or Imelda. Pull yourself together, Adeline!

Ominis smiled sweetly, “well, you certainly had a memorable arrival.”

Adeline winced, recalling her similar conversation with Sebastian. “I’d much rather have arrived on time and without a dragon attack en route.”

A frown marred Ominis’ face, as he nodded his understanding. “I’m sure. How horrible. I can only imagine.” He smiled warmly at the girl, face brightening again, “Well, it’s good to have you in Slytherin. Do let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Adeline couldn’t help grasping for a way to continue the conversation. “Would you mind answering a few questions?” She trailed off, glancing down at the floor.

“Certainly.”

“Were you expecting to be sorted into Slytherin?”

Really, Adeline? Is that the best you can do?

Ominis turned serious, smile dropping slightly as he nodded: “Most certainly. My family on my father’s side are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin — one of the four founders of Hogwarts.” He continued to explain his family’s obsessive belief in blood status and purity. “It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, mind you. It’s unfortunate that most of his descendants don’t fall far from the tree.”

He doesn’t appear to agree with those beliefs. Perhaps I’m reading too much into it.

“I see. If you wouldn’t mind indulging me, but earlier I heard that student, ” she pointed discreetly at the two first-years by the window, “mention he thought he heard a mermaid?”

“Yes, ” At this, a grin grew on Ominis’s face, brimming with mischief. “But I’ve never heard of a mermaid showing up outside our common room window.”

Mermaids do exist? Although I suppose if you can have dragons, mermaids don’t seem too far-fetched.

“It’s fun to play along.” Ominis continued, laughing softly. “Been known to keep some first-years on the lookout for hours.”

Adeline snorted, giggling at the idea of the younger years crowding at the window to catch a glimpse of a mermaid.

“Thank you, Ominis. Very nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure was all mine. Don’t be a stranger.”

As Adeline began to wander what else she should do, a voice called out: “Is the new fifth-year Slytherin in here? Professor Weasley’s waiting for you, just by the stairs.”

Best be on my way then. Don’t want to keep her waiting.

[bluecherryblossom8]

For week 1 of @encanto-extended-edition I present my main Encanto oc! Johanna Engel. Everyone calls her Hanna. She is a love interest for Camilo and the second main character to my Encanto fanfiction! She is the best oc I have ever created and I love her so much! 🩵

🩵Full name Johanna Roslyn Engel

🩵 German-Colombian

🩵 she/her

🩵 March 5th

🩵 5’3’’

🩵 Blue eyes, light skin, golden brown hair

🩵 bubbly

🩵 observant of others

🩵 Hanna is seventeen when first introduced in my story and is the youngest in her family. She developed a keen sense of how other people around her may be feeling and becomes very observant of them because she would spend a lot of time alone watching them. But this was not by choice because her father would occupy a lot of her sister’s attention.

🩵Parents are Cal and Marie Louise Engel. Cal often neglects Hanna and spends more time with Amalia. He is psychologically abusive. He gaslights Hanna and doesn’t take much pride in her talent or intelligence .Marie is more attentive to Hanna but she is also an enabler. Amalia is Hanna’s older sister. She is the one family member Hanna feels closest to despite Cal’s favoritism. (I don’t want to spoil too much)

🩵 Hanna would spend most of her childhood trying to be just like her sister Amalia just to please her father. It wouldn’t really work but she was always hopeful. Eventually when she enters her teenage years, she starts giving up on trying to be like Amalia, but it caused her to have an identity crisis. When she meets Camilo she is struggling to find out what kind of person she really is.

🩵 When she was ten, she received her first instrument. A hand carved quena (a wooden flute). It was originally a birthday gift for Amalia given by an acquaintance to the family, but Cal did not like the way it sounded and gave her a violin instead. Marie insisted that Hanna can have the quena. Cal agreed but under the condition that Hanna can not play it inside the house. Hanna would end up playing it in the horses stable instead. It seemed to her that the horses liked her music. But because she would always play for horses, she only felt comfortable playing music by herself or in front of animals. This later changes when Camilo helps her to gain more confidence in herself. In turn, she helps Camilo to understand that he is not alone with the things he struggles with, and makes him see that he is more loved and needed by others than he believes.

Thank you for taking the time to read about Hanna 🩵✨

[andythelemon]

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Beloved A Megumi Ogata Tribute Zine

24pg | A5 | saddle stitch

The seiyuu series is back with a special 5th volume for the one and only legend Megumi Ogata, featuring 12 iconic roles.

Artists: Andy - Roll - Lisa Kogawa - Jade - Jacqueline Li - Roxy - Jimmy Martinez - CJ - April - Jou - Ingrid

Previous editions: Takahiro Sakurai, Mamoru Miyano, Romi Park, Junichi Suwabe

Pre-orders close March 19th. Please contact the store if you have any questions not answered by the listings/FAQ. Thank you for the support!

[likeimsittinginanairportbar]

PLEASE !!! URGENT

i am in desperate need to pay off my rent debts ASAP!!

i owe $2800 and have $1900, so i am $900 short.

my rent for next month will be due on MARCH 1ST, so my total due will be $3,520.59, which means i need a total of $1,620.59.

i am in danger of being evicted from my apartment and will be homeless, while also being a full time student.

i just got a new job that will help me pay for my rent from now on, and there are loans i can apply for as well.

BUT I NEED HELP PAYING THIS OFF

PLEASE if there is anything you can do, i will forever be grateful. if you can’t give anything, i completely understand, but i would appreciate at least a reblog to get this shared!!

THANK YOU.

my venmo is @bels333

my cash app is @bels3333

EDIT: i now have until MARCH 5TH to pay in full!!!

[almost-born-in-1893]

Hi I thought I would send you an ask to get to know you! 😊

Please tell me what is winter like in Germany? Does it snow much where you live? What do you do for Christmas? It's really hot in Australia and I love to hear about colder places!

Thanks so much for asking that's such a good question! 💙

Edit for readability: I'll break my long text down into chapters

German winter weather

I live in the North West of Germany where it sadly doesn't snow all that much during winter. Usually it just gets a bit cold (about -5 to 5 degrees Celsius) and very muddy, grey and rainy. We almost never have a white Christmas. If it snows at all it's more around February or even March or April in some cases. It didn't always use to be like that though. I'm thirty now but when I think back to my childhood there was a lot more snow a lot earlier in the year. The sad effects of climate change...

If you live in southern Germany though like Bavaria for example or anything close to the Alps you get a lot more luck with snow. They have a lot more and a lot earlier too.

German cities dress up for Christmas

I still enjoy the time around Christmas immensely though. I love cold sweater weather and snuggling up with a hot beverage on a rainy day and I get giddy when I see the Christmas decoration and lights appear everywhere. The cities usually have lights hung up over the streets and decorated christmas trees lining them.

Christmas markets and mulled wine

And then of course we have the Christmas markets where you can buy decorations and all sorts of yummy sweets and market foods and most importantly "Glühwein" (or mulled wine in English)! Mulled wine is the perfect winter drink it really warmes you up and it's sweet and spiced and just tastes of Christmas.

Advent calenders and "Adventskranz"

Other than going to the Christmas market for a mulled wine we have some other traditions to make the December extra special: I think advent calenders aren't unique to Germany, right? But it's a big part here. Many like to make them themselves and give them to there loved ones.

Then we have the "Adventskranz". It's a wreath usually decorated with twigs and branches from pine or fir trees and typical Christmas decorations like bows, little ornaments, dried oranges and cinnamon sticks. You put four candles on them and then you light one of them every Sunday leading up to Christmas. So on the Sunday that's four weekends away from Christmas you are only allowed to light one of the candles, then the Sunday that's three weekends away from Christmas you light the previous one and one extra and so on until all four are allowed to be lit. Then you know it's basically Christmas. So I guess it's a very slow and convoluted way of counting down to Christmas lol. But it looks very pretty.

Nikolaus

We also celebrate "Nikolaus". That's usually mostly for kids though. It's like a mini Christmas before Christmas. On the evening of December 5th children are expected to clean their shoes and put them outside their bedroom door. Then, if they were good and cleaned their shoes properly they find some sweets stuffed inside them the next morning. If they weren't well behaved or didn't clean their shoes they traditionally find coal or twigs in their shoes, but I don't think anyone does that anymore.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day

And then for Christmas itsself every family usually has their own traditions. Germans don't celebrate on the morning 25th, but on the evening of the 24th. That usually includes having a fancy big dinner and then gathering together under the Christmas tree (which might be decorated on that day or some days before depending on the family traditions) and opening the presents. Some families go to church beforehand, some go to other events like Christmas concerts - it really depends heavily on the family. Some like to go out after the "Bescherung" (that's what we call the event of opening the presents) and go to a pub. I don't think that's in the Christmas spirit. I like to just be with family on that evening.

The 25th and 26th are always holidays. Not many people work there. They are usually for hanging out with loved ones, playing with the toys you got on the 24th, visiting extended family and going out for fancy dinners - that sort of thing.

And that's my essay on Christmas time in Germany. Thanks for reading it. I hope it wasn't too much. I just love this time of year and all the little things we do to make it special. There's so much more I could write, but that would indeed be too much.

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Drake Walker Appreciation Week 2023

Announcing... Drake Walker Appreciation Week 2023… at least our version of it!

We know there are lots of Drake stans out there, so we hope you will spread the word and participate in our little event!

We welcome any kind of content for any day of this event — standalone fics, series masterlists, edits, moodboards, art… whatever floats your boat! The only requirement is that it should be Drake-focused and depict him positively.

Day 1: Monday, February 27th: Appreciation and Headcanons! Tell us what you love about Drake, and/or tell us your headcanons. This can take the form of a fic that highlights it, artwork that depicts it, or even a simple list!

Day 2: Tuesday, February 28th: Throwbacks! Please tag us in any Drake content you already have. Fics, artwork, mood boards, whatever you got!

Day 3: Wednesday, March 1st: The early years! We want to know about Drake's past! Write/draw something from his childhood, teen years, or young adult days! Anything prior to the beginning of TRR1 really.

Day 4 Thursday, March 2nd: Friends and Family! Focus on non-romantic friendships or family relationships (can be found family, in fact, that is encouraged).

Day 5 Friday, March 3rd: Romance! Tell/Show us your favorite Drake ships! Drawings, stories, mood boards!

Day 6 Saturday, March 4th: Marriage and Parenthood! We want to celebrate Drake as a husband and a father. Again, this can be a story, a drawing, a mood board, a list of headcanons about it, anything goes!

Day 7 Sunday, March 5th: Visuals! Please share your favorite face claims for Drake with us! This could be a single photo or a mood board. Artwork is also appreciated. We want to see what you see what you picture him.

Thank you to everyone who participated! The masterlist is available here.