#FHW writing

[fhw-unleashed]

The conditions of the match were achieved through a small lie. Pain and blood obscure her vision, but Lia enjoys it to the fullest.

Even if she's not sure she won't regret it afterwards. Maybe with a little support from her fans, first in the ring and later on the lake, she will get out of this in one piece.

[fhw-unleashed]

Of course it belongs here too.

Added the latest snippet to the still small original-collection. It will surely grow soon.

[aladaylessecondblog]

FHW but omegaverse 6

Author's Note: He's a vampire so there'll be blood drinking. Reference to jerking off. stg I have 5 million other things to write but nooo, this is what gets written. no smut unfortunately.

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Torovan had been certain, absolutely certain, that if anything were wrong he'd have scented it. Felt it. However muted the bond was, he could still pick up bits of Sadrith's mood and how she was feeling.

Irritation, mostly. She didn't like being beholden to anything like this. Now that he bothered to pay attention to what he she was giving off, it was obvious. A dash of panic, fear--of him. He supposed that made sense...some omegas had been taught to be fearful of alphas. Perhaps she had been one of them. She'd said she never presented, but surely she'd have read about it, and what was reported in books was often more extreme than necessary.

The problem remained: the bond was there, and there was no reversing it. They would simply have to deal with it. Sigurd no doubt would think him a fool, he'd thought himself a fool when he realized what he'd done. Surely, he thought, she must know who he was.

But it was obvious now that she didn't. She didn't know him, and there was the slightest of feelings that she didn't WANT to know him...

...there was also something she didn't want him to see. Perhaps she just hated the idea of being perceived as lesser? Some omegas felt that way...but most got over it if they were bonded to a good alpha.

The next couple of days were spent largely apart, with him easing the burn in his blood while holding that scarf of hers or one of her blankets to his nose, trying desperately to keep that weak scent present, to fool his body into thinking it was her body bringing this pleasure, and not his hand. It was odd, though--his ruts weren't usually so bad. No sooner would the deed be done than he would want it again. His nigh-legendary self control was becoming ever harder to maintain in the face of such overwhelming desire. Yet at the same time each finish was less satisfying.

He simply knew he could NOT indulge in her, however much he wanted to. Her blood called out to him as much as her body did, and it was that same blood that would ruin him, as it had in the past. It would drag him back to what Sigurd had saved him from--how could she not know what she was, with this blood coursing through her veins?

Her scent would be enough to get him through this...and if anything were wrong, he'd do just enough to keep her in good shape. She didn't want this either, after all.

But as the two days passed, he felt less and less from the link, as if it were fading into the distance.

Dragonborn--Sadrith, he corrected himself--didn't seem to speak much. She slept, but if he checked on her it was a fitful sort of rest. She'd look up at him and mutter something about 'the shadow man' and then turn away. A nightmare, she said, and that--that sent a fear of his own running through his mind.

Was she seeing his darker half? The side of him that Sigurd assured him was gone...he decided that first night to keep his distance more, to see if that might ease things.

It didn't seem to. She stayed in the tent the second day, claiming utter exhaustion. He noticed on the third morning that she didn't come out to eat, and he remembered, suddenly, he hadn't seen her eat for at least a day.

The answer to all his questions were given the moment he lifted the tent flap and was hit with the horrible, overwhelming scent of distress.

Sadrith was in pain, mentally, physically. She was barely awake, and didn't seem to have seen him yet. All her focus was on the skooma bottle in her hands.

"So that's it," he said, "I should have guessed."

"Torovan," Sadrith mumbled, "S'rry. Can't stay awake..."

She lifted the bottle to her lips but he snatched it away before she could drink.

"Do you not know the damage this is doing? The damage it CAN do?"

"I n'd it," she reached clumsily for the bottle in his hands. "Mind fuzzy, hard to get going...threats...but I needed...more...last few days. Can't stay awake without it. Sleep...not good."

"Skooma is the entire reason you're in this shape!" he snapped, and felt a pang in his chest when she flinched and fell back. "Sadrith--skooma blunts your omega reactions. And the more you drink, the worse it gets. The bond--"

"Why d'u care?" Sadrith slurred, "You don't wannit. Can't feel anything. Better."

You did this to her, he thought, Look at her, look at your mate. You rejected her and she's resorted to the skooma to stop the pain.

But the skooma had only made it all worse. The weaker the bond became the more fragile her own health grew - he could only assume he had been lucky, due to...what, he wasn't sure. Perhaps because he was a vampire, or rather, that he was undead?

"Been'n skooma my whole life. To help. The mind whirlwind." Sadrith gestured vaguely, and looked up squinting, as if she couldn't really see him right.

That explained so much. Had she not been on skooma the whole time for--whatever she was talking about--would he have been able to scent what she was sooner? To think of the time they'd lost...in addition to the pain he'd caused.

He looked through the bag at her side, taking out five bottles of skooma--three of them empties. He found her waterskin, and bringing her up into a sitting position, lifted it to her lips. She didn't argue, but drank deeply. She ate in the same way when he offered her a bit of bread and cheese from another one of her bags.

"S'tired..." Sadrith mumbled, and curled against him, breathing deeply. She trembled for a moment, and moved even closer, burying her face in his neck.

Then another feeling.

The fear of abandonment. Unbridled terror at the idea he would leave.

When he didn't shrink away, when he wrapped both arms around her, she breathed deep and exhaled shakily.

It did not take long at all for her to fall asleep.

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For Sadrith, it was a confusing blur of time, those few days.

Feeling tired, she'd taken a little more skooma, but then found when she did sleep the actual quality of it went down. The bond had been thinner and thinner for her...and then the skooma had stopped helping what was wrong with her mind entirely.

And everything was pain. She hadn't wanted to eat, drink, nothing.

The urge to seek him out, to curl close, to cling and refused to be move had been terribly insistent. But he'd already shown he didn't want her, or the bond, and on top of being used to resisting persistent intrusive thoughts, she refused to give in. He didn't want her and she would not beg.

But the longer she resisted, the worse things felt. Sluggishness turned into barely wanting to get up at all; listlessness and fatigue that wouldn't go away. It wasn't until she woke up to find him in the tent that she realized how badly she wanted him.

And then all she could think was him, his scent, keeping him close. Any thought of resisting had faded and left her only with instinct--instinct that felt to her like the compulsions she often had, the ones she tried so hard to fight back. He gave her water, gave her something to eat - and the resistance she'd had to doing both was suddenly gone, now he was the one helping it along.

Sadrith kept close, and when he embraced her she got as close as she could, buried her face against his neck and finally, FINALLY she could relax.

Then she felt all the anxiety receding, and she slept.'

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She woke to nothing.

Or rather, Torovan wasn't there, but Sadrith was surrounded by his scent; that spice and musk that completely enveloped her. The enjoyment stopped the moment she picked up that he was angry, and for a few minutes she thought it might be at her. She gathered the fur cloak of his that he'd left, pulled it around herself, and relaxed again.

It was alright. She was alright.

Him. Him. Home. Safe.

The words ran through her mind before she could really lock onto them.

(Everything was fine. She was exactly where she was supposed to be.)

She thought so, at least, until she felt the pain in her gut. The skooma--she wanted it, needed it. Maybe it had blunted the bond too much but...maybe a small sip wouldn't hurt...

No sooner had she started looking for it than the tent flap opened and Torovan appeared, with a bowl of stew he pushed into her hands.

"What'd you do with my skooma?" she asked, after scarfing it down and putting the bowl aside.

"I threw it out, it was doing you harm. You could've--you could've died. You could've killed both of us, taking that poison."

"It's the only thing that helps." A feeling came then, the familiar sensation of a rushing river in her mind. The river she tried so much to avoid. "You know what you would be on it? That's what I am off it. It would make you fly, but for me...it's...it's the only thing that keeps me on the ground."

What use was there in keeping it back from him? He'd feel it soon anyway, this typhoon in her mind.

"My mother tells me Akatosh gave me the dragonblood and soul...and Sheogorath cursed me, so I wouldn't turn into Tiber Septim." She looked down, and took a sip from the waterskin he handed her next. "A few healers she took me to said it's an affliction they see now and then...attention issues, high energy, creativity, an inability to make myself actually DO a lot of things. Said that types like mine do well adventuring, so..."

Gods above, it felt so good to have him there, to not only see but feel his interest in her well-being. Like it had been at Helgen, she asked herself: was this what having an alpha was supposed to be like?

"I found this little cure quite by accident when I was a child..." She took a deep breath, unable to stop herself going on. This. This was another of her curses, and she hated it. Sometimes she just couldn't shut up. "...my mother traveled with a khajiit caravan, and one of the khajiit left his skooma out. Everyone panicked when they realized I'd drunk some of it...until they found me quietly sitting and mending one of the tents. They'd never seen me so calm, and the next morning I was tentatively offered a smaller amount. I've been on it ever since."

Another deep breath.

"It's the only thing that helps. I've tried herbs and potions of every kind, but...nothing else touches it. Then when I began to suspect...it muted the bond...I figured...I needed my mind clear more than I needed a mal--an alpha that didn't want me anyway. I thought I would rather...ah...w...seal myself away from this, than...lose my mind again and be stuck chasing whatever good feeling I can scrape out-out-out just to--get through the day. I've served my-my purpose and what am I for...now?"

She hated mixing her words up like that, because then she'd realize she was making a mistake, trip, and stumble further. The harder she forced herself to speak the worse it got.

This is why I need the skooma! I can't be a hero if I sound like a babbling fool!

Torovan wasn't speaking--she felt concern from him, but she was sure he was judging her. She was always sure that everyone was judging her...and right now she was simply too tired to wear the mask of the fearless hero.

Go ahead, she thought, Tell me how weak I am.

He didn't do that.

Torovan let out a long breath and (seeing she was done eating and had put the bowl down) raised her hands to his bandaged face. "You have served your purpose in prophecy, and find yourself at what you feel is a dead end?"

She could see concern in that one exposed red eye of his, feel it from the bond, that seemed stronger every moment. Gods, she was luxuriating in an OCEAN of good feeling right now. She could shut her eyes and die happy, drowning in the sensation.

"You seem as if you know the feeling," she said quietly.

"Let us say," Torovan gave a dry chuckle, "That I do. Sigurd saved me from being nothing more than a line in the books of history, and now...well. I want to aid him."

"Funny you didn't claim him, if you were so close." She paused. "You might not have gotten stuck with me."

"Sigurd's not an omega. And what do you mean, stuck?"

"You didn't want..."

"I was...hasty. I'm--" Torovan stumbled, and tightened his grip on her wrists. His eye shut. "I'm sorry for rejecting you. I could have killed you...and all I could think was that I wanted to be left alone. You have no idea the surprise I felt...when I realized..."

"When you realized what?"

"When I realized Azura had given me a mate." His eye opened. "She and I have never been on the best of terms...so for her to have made you...what you are...it puzzles me. Especially since you are every bit a reckless gremlin. I never thought that if I were fortunate enough to get an omega, or a mate...that it would be someone like you."

"Did you want a meek and mild omega? Someone to keep a house, to bear your children, nothing more?"

Touching him was wonderful. The feeling of knowing he was scenting her, and being scented in turn...

"Of course not. I never thought to have an omega at all. I thought to spend my life without one. To use my time to help Sigurd in whatever endeavor he might be undertaking...to disappear altogether."

"It doesn't work like that." She breathed deep and leaned in closer, and spoke with her nose right against a scent gland. "You go on existing anyway. Trust me, I know. I wanted to just stay up on the mountain but...it's not suited to my taste, to be alone. I hate being perceived, but I crave company."

"The same as me." Torovan laughed.

His hands moved again and he turned her head--now it was his turn to take a deep breath of her scent. He growled, and Sadrith felt the slightest jerk in her gut. Desire.

"If I was feeling better," she said, "I would..."

"You don't know me. I rejected you right off - why would you WANT to?"

"This feeling. I want more of it." Sadrith looked away. "Without the skooma I seek the easiest possible joy in every situation, and..."

And she was craving it now. Too much bad feeling of late, she wanted to soak, drown, in the good.

"...and I never get anything done."

"You're in no condition for that..." Torovan started.

"I won't be in any condition for anything anyway." Sadrith shook her head. "You can probably already feel the mess in this head of mine. If you can do anything to fix it...or if you'd let me have a sip of--surely a little won't hurt."

"A little could still kill you right now." There was a pause. "I suppose there is something I could do, but--"

"Then do it." Sadrith replied instantly. "I don't care what it is. Do it."

"I haven't even told you what it is. There's that recklessness again." There was a slight sound of a chuckle. "I hesitate to suggest it because it's...you would be putting yourself under my power, even more so than you already have."

"How?" She was impatient--for answers, for relief.

"A vampire's thrall does not go straight from a normal state of mind to their thralldom, there are...stages of influence. I hesitate to offer this option for...obvious reasons. It would allow me to...meddle in your mind, and I prefer not to tempt myself that way."

"Have you done something like that before?"

Torovan was silent for a long period. Agonizing, for her in the current state - she was trying so hard to keep her attention centered on him, so much so it only added to the pains in her body from the skooma withdrawal.

She felt--something dodgy from the bond. Something was wrong. He was hiding something, something that he was frightened by. An easy 'yes' to her question that he didn't want to give voice to.

"A time or two," he finally said. "I would be biting you again...and it would almost certainly--"

"If you were suggesting this a few days ago I would have thought you crazy. Biting again will...reinforce the bond, won't it?"

"Have you already forgotten that you would be in danger of falling under my influence...or in danger of my draining you dry."

"Keep my mind clear, and you can do what you like with me," Sadrith said, after a long pause. "I can enjoy nothing with my mind in this condition...and if you wanted to do anything terrible with me you'd have done it already. You could have killed me easily, just by letting me drink the skooma."

"Which would have offed me as well...or at the very least, put me in a condition like yours for quite some time. Fated mates suffer immensely when one dies."

He seemed intent on informing her again of the risks, and Sadrith heard them. But all she could think was relief, and pleasure. The relief of a clear mind and the pleasure of his skin against hers.

Even just his hands on her own was wonderful.

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When she made it clear a third time she wasn't afraid to take the risk, Torovan did what he had done the first time he bit her. He had her lay down, get comfortable, and expose her neck. He looked over the mark he'd left. The wound, however healed up it was, was cleaner than he'd wish. It was almost faded, and that--that sent an unpleasant sensation through his body.

How he wished they were spending this rut of his otherwise - how he wished she was taller, that as he had her he could have his face against her neck, consume himself with her scent as he--

"What are you waiting for?" Sadrith finally piped up. "You're making me nervous, just--staring like that."

This rut cannot be over soon enough, he grumbled to himself. There was much they had to discuss, and much he had to figure out HOW to discuss with her. Would she welcome him so sweetly if she knew the truth? Would she be so eager to put herself under his power, if she knew what a terrible temptation it was?

No.

He would wait to tell her.

But in the meantime...

"Would you prefer I take the bandages off?"

"No," Sadrith said, "Keep them on...it doesn't matter to me. When we get to Riften and the face sculptor works her magic, you can show me the face you want me to see. Of course if you'd rather--"

He was moving down before she could say more, and when his fangs grazed her neck there was a sense of elation. What he would have felt before, had he not been so angry.

The instant his fangs sank into Sadrith's neck she gave out a moan that went straight to his cock. The instant her blood crossed his tongue, it was difficult not to draw back so he could claim her properly. Instinct was clawing at the door, begging to be let out, and it only swelled in prominence the more he drank.

(There had never been much information about a vampire drinking the blood of the omega he claimed, and nothing at all if a fated mate was involved. But her blood sang in his veins, thrilled him as nothing else had in a very long time.)

He finally forced himself to pull back when he heard Sadrith whimpering about it being, "Too much."

The bite was healed to stop the bleeding, but the mark of it remained. As he wiped off the last few drops from his lips he reveled in the sight. This time there was no anger. This time, there was only the thrill, the satisfaction of marking her.

"Now," he said, "I need you to stay as you are."

It was almost frightening to go back. To lay a hand on her face, to reach into her mind as he had done to others centuries ago, and twist what was there. He felt the rush, the chaos all around him, and slowly, bit by bit, he was able to adjust things. Not perfectly at first, but enough to calm the storm Sadrith was so afraid of. He could feel her relief through the bond as it calmed down, the utter joy at the increasing lack of chaos.

It was like putting on an old comfortable robe, to fiddle with a mind. Almost too comfortable. But she had asked for it, and when she opened her eyes she smiled up at him.

"Thank you...the bite was incredible but..." She gave a sigh, "...my mind is my own again."

There was a pause.

"...but...you might want to do something about...that."

"Hmm?" Torovan had been dwelling on the peace she felt, the joyful calm, and he realized he hadn't heard half what she said. "About what?"

Sadrith shifted her leg. "You're, ah...aroused. If you aren't going to let me do anything about that you might want to--"

As much as he wanted to let her, she was still recovering, and he'd taken her blood anyway. She needed a sweetroll...and some rest. He found a half crushed sweetroll in her bag, and when pressed she ate it. But there was a question to follow.

"How much longer will you be in rut?"

"Ah--another four days, if the pattern holds." It would, he knew. He could set the clock by when his cycle stopped and started.

She shifted again.

"Then see if you can control yourself another two. And we can give you a reward for helping me out."

Even in her current state, still weakened, freshly bled, she was flirtatious. Gods above, this woman was intoxicating.

And he would not again make the mistake of turning any of it down.

[rkvils]

I need vil's dad so bad im so sorry i need that man deep into my guts

more on this i think eric has a very long dick that definitely scrambles your insides and makes you believe that god is real hallelujah. he got me sweating like a cold drink coming out of a fridge and tbh? he'd love to use his acting skills just to make you come apart a little more or tease you just to turn around and laugh at how cute you are when you're down bad for him. i cannot explain in words how badly eric schoenheit makes me want to write smut again.

ANON I FUCKING LOVE TOU I AM SCREAMING THE FUCKING HALLELUJAH IM SOBBING PLEASE THOS IS FHW BEST ASK IVE GOTYEN IN THIS BLOG OH MY GOD😭😭😭

[void-writing]

Summary: Lucy lived an ordinary life running a bookstore with her friend Levy. However, everything changed when a half-dragon named Natsu comes crashing into her life. Now, Lucy's been roped into a quest to help Natsu find his soulmate and get his wings. The road is full of challenge and unexpected revelations for both of them as they discover new things about themselves and each other.

**After 5 billion years, chapter 48 is finally done! One more chapter until the story is finished for good!**

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[fandomshatewomen]

The only time I would be okay with queer characters dying is if there were LOADS of queer characters that would remain alive anyway in the same show/film/etc. Though that would depend on the proportionate amount of living characters who share the specific part(s) of the dead characters identity.

That’s a very good way to put it!  Nonny please take a look at this!

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[yikesshelly]

learning that fiona apple used to write fhw (fiona has wings) on her grade school tables and then got it tattooed on her back…amazing

i love that woman so much

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

The only requirements are:      Must be over 18     Can’t be white if applying to one of ‘-peopleofcolor’ blogs     Must have a working knowledge of intersectional feminism for any of the blogs.   The application procedure outlined below will apply to all the blogs listed. Apps will take a month to review all of them and reach a decision.

Pick the blog you want to apply to and open a submission (can’t be anonymous!) or fanmail      if you want to be part of multiple blogs just include that after your name. However, only send your application to one (1) blog!      

Name and pronouns, age (must be over 18)

Race and ethnicity (Please be aware you still need to provide this if you’re applying to fandomshatewomen, and if you’re white you will be expected to queue posts about racialized misogyny/misogynoir and understand and be comfortable with the concept of womanism.)      

Religion, if you’re comfortable sharing (relevant to future questions sent to the blogs related to Islamophobia, antisemitism, sikhism, or for questions about Jewish or Muslim actors or characters)

A  paragraph written by you about fandom racism (for FHW, feminism as it pertains to fandom) OR a tag on your blog with your writing on fandom racism (for FHW a tag of your posts pertaining to feminism).  It can be about how white fans treat a character of color, an actor of color, fans of color, or anything that you deem relevant! The format should be yourblog.tumblr.com/tagged/yourtaghere (If you’re applying to fhw I’m expecting the same from you, if that’s not possible then try queerphobia, ableism, whorephobia, transphobia, and/or transmisogyny in fandom).     Special interests that you’d like to focus on (examples are musicals, gaming, YA novels, anime, kpop, etc)

Last step, VERY IMPORTANT! Send a separate ask also off anon so that we can ask you questions about your application or to invite you to the blog.

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Do Not Read This (Hp -CRACK)

A/N: I...I don’t know what is this... I’m sorry you had to read this rubbish @stardusthigh​ I really tried to make it justice even if it was prank but I just don’t have the talent sjsj -Danny

P.S. —I hope you know you’re the reason why we’re about to lose half of our followers.

Words: 628

Request: While trying to defeat Voldemort by killing his horcruxes Harry, Ron & Hermione use the time traveler hermione should've handed back in, but instead of timetraveling they end up in an alternate universe where instead of hunting Voldemort they travel to fhw future and are in a BAND!!! Big Time Rush still exists Cue? Cue rivalry w btr & 1 Direction 😌 (aka I want it to be on absolute crack)

Join our followers celebration! (we promise this is not the kind of stuff we usually write lmao)

“Harry, come on it’s your turn to be on stage!”

Harry opened his eyes abruptly, he found himself laying on a couch inside of what it looked like a backstage room. Hermione was beside him, pale as paper and holding onto the time traveler with white knuckles.

“Uh-oh,” She breathed.

“What’s going on?” Ron sat up, he’d fallen directly onto the floor.

“I think we messed up terribly.”

“How?” Harry straighten up in his place, examining his surroundings.

There was a bunch of things getting his attention and none of it made any sense. The same woman that had come to woke them up entered again, looking rather agitated.

“Are you ready no? Come on you three, the sooner we go out there the sooner is done, you know that…”

Harry, Ron and Hermione were escorted out of the room, that turned out to be a real backstage room.

“Heads up, the boys are still out there,” The woman rolled her eyes. “Please try to keep thing civil kids, we don’t need another scandal like what happened during the grammy’s last month…”

“What is she talking about, ‘Mione?” Harry whispered to the girl.

“How am I supposed to know?” Hermione scowled.

“What’s happening?” Ron caught up with them, looking around in utter confusion. “Where are we?”

“I think we took a wrong turn at some point…” Hermione frowned, then look over at the woman ahead of them. “Excuse me-er… miss? Can you tell me where we are exactly?”

“Are you trying to make a backstage insta story again, ‘Mione?” The woman smirked. “That’ll have to wait, you have to go out now.”

“Go out where?” Ron frowned.

The woman gave him an eerie look. “Have you been drinking, Ronald?”

“What? No!”

“Oh good, very good.”

She turned around and kept walking without adding anything else. Harry was about to ask something else when someone called his name.

“Hey look– the Golden trio, more like the loser triplets.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione asked in surprise.

In front of them there were four boys that looked a lot like a boy band. That was because they were a boy band.

James stepped further. “You heard me– I can’t believe you guys are still a thing, your fans are almost nonexistent.”

“Fans?” Harry asked.

“Are you high or something?”

“High?”

“He’s definitely high,” added Kendall matter-of-factly.

“One Direction’s out of stage, it’s the Golden Trio’s turn!” Yelled a voice from across the hall.

“How does it feel to be the middle band?” Carlos teased. “That’s right! You’re so irrelevant that they have to put you in the middle so people don’t arrive late or leave early!” He cackled.

Five boys appeared around the corner, and the air in the room became tense and heavy.

“Harry,” Harry Styles glared at Harry Potter.

“Er… hi?” He said hesitantly.

Hey, Harry,” Said James. “Nice hair, did you plug it out of the sewer?”

Before they could hear the rest of the conversation they were dragged once again to the next hall, which gave directly to the entrance of the stage.

“Okay kids, just do your thing,” The woman handed Hermione a microphone and gave Harry drummer sticks. “Don’t listen to the boys, the audience loves you. Ron please this time try not to get too into the moment? Don’t break the bass all right? Perfect! Get out–”

They were hushed out to the exterior where a thousand faces welcomed them, yelling their names and throwing stuff at their feet.

“Guys what about voldemort? What do we do?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“He can wait until we finish the concert, can’t he?” Ron waved at the audience, which went absolutely feral at this.

Harry looked down at the drummer sticks and gulped. “Shit…”

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Family vacation in Greece

Family vacation is very important, as we all get the chance – not only to relax – but spend quality time with our children and – why not ?- with our parents.

Today we will suggest a 7 day family – easy activity – holiday in Crete .

Take a look and let us know what you think .

Day 1

Arrival in Athens

Transfer to the hotel

Orientation afternoon walking tour in Plaka area

Day 2    Athens Sightseeing & Tholos virtual reality

Morning Athens Sightseeing tour [including Acropolis site and its museum] Lunch break and then we suggest a visit to the Hellenic Cosmos cultural center where you  can watch a virtual reality show with one of the following themes : “Hagia Sophia” “A Walk Through Ancient Olympia” “A Walk Through Ancient Miletus” “Interactive Tour at the Ancient Agora of Athens” “Titans of the Ice Age” “Darwin: the Mystery of Nature” “Dream to fly” http://www.tholos254.gr/en/index.html

The “Tholos” is the Foundation’s new dome-shaped Virtual Reality “Theatre” with a capacity of 130 people. It is a building of exceptional architectural design and with unique technological infrastructure, which hosts FHW’s digital collections. The “Tholos” resembles a planetarium regarding its natural and morphological characteristics. However, their only common characteristic is the semi-circular shape of the projection surface. The exterior shape of the “Tholos” refers to a whirling celestial body. It a sensation that is rendered through the processing of surfaces and the selection of materials, such as the successive rings that surround the external shell and the special lights that make it stand out during the night. Thus, the “Tholos” becomes a symbol of Hellenism and characterizes Pireos street. The shows will be interactive, controlled by the spectator, and not static. It is a unique experience of immersion into the virtual world, which is characterized by immediate response, flexibility, originality and liveliness.

Day 3   Flight to Heraklion – Visit Knossos & Archanes traditional village -Hersonissos

Transfer to the airport for mid-morning flight to Heraklion [there is one at 09:55 arriving an hour later] Upon arrival meet driver and guide for visit to Knossos & Archanes Only few kilometers south of Heraklion, Knossos, the capital of King Minos and the center of the magnificent Minoan civilization is located. Our visit here will take us a step back in time and some 4000 years, 2000 BC. Knossos and her Palace, famous throughout the world through the myths of Europa, the Minotaur, the Labyrinth and Theseus, Daedalus and Ikarus, will open us a window to the most ancient civilization of Europe and its reality you can’t miss. After our visit to Knossos Palace we drive to Archanes.The mayor of ten years, is one of the most active, to the visible benefit of the place, in creating and encouraging the establishment of museum, arts, special and cultural events The village people are proud of their successful efforts to keep the village alive, clean, traditional and beautiful. They are also genuinely friendly. Archanes has won awards – 2nd best restored village in Europe and 1st in long term development prospects. Streets have been newly stone-paved, there are more splendid displays of blooming flowers, fruit trees and plants in the yards, terraces and balconies of the houses Drive to Hersonissos for overnight

Day 4 Heraklion Museum of Natural History & Cretaquarium

Drive to Heraklion to visit to the new museum of the town of Heraklion ‘’Museum of Natural History’’ The Natural History Museum of Crete (NHMC) in Heraklion, Crete is a natural history museum that operates under the auspices of the University of Crete. Its aim is the study, protection and promotion of the diverse flora and fauna of the Eastern Mediterranean region. The museum is based in a restored industrial building that used to house an electricity power plant.In late December 2012, NHMC was awarded by the Academy of Athens with the Benaki award for “its diverse educational, research, writing and publishing work, its exemplary organization and its promotion of scientific research and training” Next stop of our tour is the Cretaquarium in the north east cost of Crete. Cretaquarium or Thalassocosmos (Greek:”sea world”) is a public aquarium located near the town of Gournes in Crete, Greece, 15 km east of the city ofHeraklion. The Cretaquarium project was conceived by employees of the former Institute of Marine Biology of Crete (IMBC) to create the first large aquarium in Greece, as part of a marine park for research, education, culture and recreation. Its construction was co-financed by the European Investment Bank and the Greek state. After our our visit ,we return back to our hotel.

Day 5  Spinalonga “lepers” island cruise & BBQ

Driving along the North East coast through the gorge of St George we reach the small fishing village of Elounda, the location of the BBC television series “Who pays the Ferryman” in the late 70’s. Here we board a boat and cruising along the bay of Elounda we reach the small island of Spinalonga. Spinalonga has had a very chequered history and today, although uninhabited, still echoes with ghostly reminders of the past. It was held by the Venetians who constructed a very impressive fortress with 40 cannons which was guarding the bay from the 15th century. The beginning of 19th century human pain and sorrow was scattered around this islet. It became a leper colony and it remained so until 1957. It has since been cleared by the Health Authorities and today is uninhabited. After our guided tour of the island, we proceed to the small sandy pirate bay of Kolokitha. Here you have plenty of time for swimming at the crystal clear water, and a BBQ will be served on board.

Day 6 At leisure

Day 7 Departure Transfer to Heraklion airport for deparure to Athens

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Couldn't resist snapping one of the inspiring prompts from the cute BAWKtober 2024 list by @makenna-made-this Check out all this lovely chicken stuff. Nr. 5 Coffe & Donuts Carpooling

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Ryder greets David, who has been woken by a rumble of the car and is stretching out in the passenger seat. It's already dawn, but a glance at the clock tells David he hasn't missed much of the five-hour drive home.

Home. He looks nervously over at Ryder and puts a hand on his thigh, feeling his presence reassure him. It's the first time he's brought him home, and David desperately hopes his sister and her partner won't cause any trouble. Or worse, that they won't let him out of their sight out of intrusive curiosity.

"Sorry, I promised to keep you entertained during the ride, but I pretty much failed." David says, cuddling up to Ryder's shoulder, who takes advantage of a quiet moment to plant a kiss on the top of David's head.

"Go back to sleep, as long as you're sleeping you won't be fidgeting like a nervous chicken. Besides, your sweet snoring is quite entertaining." Ryder chuckles as the hand on his thigh pats him. "Let's stop over there, I need caffeine and something to eat, then I'll drive you to the end of the world if you want."

"I should shower with you more often, if you're always so calm and content afterwards." David remarks, licking his lips as Ryder looks at him.

In the nearly empty parking lot, Ryder quickly jumps out of the car and hurries to the other side to open the door for David. He gets out and lands right in his driver's arms, who kisses him tenderly. "If you don't stop seducing the driver, we'll never get to your house! Or is that your intention?"

"No, it's not. I'm just nervous, that's all. You know my sister, I love her, but she can be difficult." David explains, stroking the short hair on the back of Ryder's neck. "Oh look, they have coffee and fresh donuts, we're saved!"

David happily grabs Ryder's hand and pulls him behind him into the dimly lit diner.

Packed with bags and coffee cups, the two return to their car in high spirits. From a distance they can see that something is lying on the still warm hood and they both slowly approach it. "What is it? Doesn't look like a cat." Ryder asks suspiciously, grabbing David's hand as he tries to get closer.

The occupant of the car turns a small head toward them, but remains where it is. "It's not a predator, it's a chicken." David explains confusedly, and looks around the large parking lot for more chickens or a coop. "What's it doing here? It doesn't look like there are any chickens here."

"It will know where it belongs. Let's shoo it away from the car and move on." Ryder suggests.

"No way, it's dark. If it stays out here, it'll get eaten for sure. Go inside and ask where it belongs. I'll stay here and watch where it goes." David orders Ryder, who is about to reply, but then falls silent and kisses him on the forehead.

"Why am I still surprised that you would really save everyone in this world if you could? I'll be right back."

A little later, Ryder comes back with a critical look on his face at David, who is leaning against the car door and throwing something on the hood.

"Are you feeding that chicken my donut on my hood?" He asks skeptically.

"Her name's Clara, and she's hungry. Have you found out anything?"

"Nothing you'll like. There's no chicken coop here. Just some runaway chickens from a poultry truck that crashed a few days ago. According to the waitress, most of the ones that couldn't be caught were eaten or run over." Ryder says in a calm tone, squeezing David's cheek in his hand when he notices that his eyes are starting to glisten wet. "You can't save everyone, sweetheart."

"We can't leave her here." David says, a pleading undertone mixing with his emotionally charged voice.

"And how are you going to convince the chicken to get in the car? Not to mention what she'll do to the car during the four-hour drive." Ryder points out, seeing in David's eyes that his arguments are not falling on fertile ground. He sighs deeply. "Okay, do you know how to catch a chicken?"

Relieved, David wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him close. Clara is startled by the sudden movement and flutters to the ground, waddling across the dimly lit parking lot. The two look at the chicken in confusion, then set off to save Clara from certain death in the wilderness.

The coffee is long gone cold by the time the car rolls out of the parking lot two hours later. It has grown dark and a creeping chill runs through their limbs, although the heater is already doing its best to warm them up. David yawns and tries to find a comfortable position while Ryder drinks the cold coffee and steers the car through the darkness.

It doesn't take long until David, exhausted from the hunt, falls asleep again. Ryder caresses his still cold hand that rests on his thigh. "You couldn't have chosen a more loving guardian, Clara. I'm sure you won't miss anything." Ryder says, smiling as he hears a contented bawk bawk from the back seat, where Clara is picking donut crumbs from between the cushions.

[wonda-ch]

for the fic writing ask game :) 🧮 😠🌅

For the fic writing ask game! Thank you <3

🧮 what are you working on? describe it in 20 words or less.

Little by little, I am expanding the FHW world. And I am working on a story for writemas 2024.

😠 whats your least favorite part of your writing process?

The translation! I have the feeling I'll never be able to do it properly.

🌅 do you typically known the ending to something before you start writing it?

It's typical that I have no idea how to find a decent ending. My notes always start in the middle and spread out on both sides. They rarely reach to the end.

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Battle Against a True Hero (Shezarrine v Sithis)

Author's Note: Yes this is Undyne the Undying-inspired because when the fight is against Sithis I'm not sure who else I know that would fit the bill better for inspiration. This is me attempting to work some stuff out and write exciting bits when I'm doing more buildup-y stuff in the current chapters. "Shattered Lorkhan" stuff, lots of Lorkhan lore I'm making up myself. I'm shit at fight scenes, but this'll probably end up better in the "final" version. As usual nothing is canon until it actually shows up in FHW.

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The mer, no, the thing standing before her spoke no words at first, merely stood smirking.

They had an audience. The Stormcloaks that stood watching in rapt horror, the imperial army nearby, a scattering of others--and at the forefront Sadrith saw Voryn.

This is what I was made to do, she thought, This is where even HE was meant to go.

She looked back to the one before her. He had maintained a steady physical form at first, what one might expect of an Altmer, with his robe a deep void that shimmered with stars. Now every detail of him was in a state of constant flux, with nothing remaining the same. Hair, feather, scale, fur, claws--

But still living.

That was the key to all this. The chaos before her was alive, and what was more, was enjoying it.

Then a laugh.

"The Blade of Woe? You were never adept with the bigger swords, weak child."

Sadrith took a deep breath, and charged. Each blow struck true but seemed to do little, and in her mind the Crusader rose. She ducked the next few blows, tucked away the Blade of Woe, and brought up the sword of the Crusader.

He is powerful, but he is not unbeatable.

Each strike she felt in return was worse than any yet put upon her by a weapon before, and Sithis fought with no weapon but his hands. Unnatural things, for despite the changing nature of the rest of him there was in the feeling of his fingernails a sensation more akin to that of claws than anything else.

There was a rapid flurry of attacks, and when she fell back, hit by the last of them, an oppressive weight settled on her chest.

"Give up, child," Sithis spoke, "Do the job you were created for, and you shall have the joy of being the last creation of mine to live."

Sadrith spat blood, and struggled to her feet.

If I rebelled, so can you

Alduin's voice was the next to ring out - and she groaned at the expansion in her mind as he joined Pelinal.

"You never did know when to quit."

The sword of the Crusader was knocked aside, but she soon brought to hand a Dragonbone replacement. Every muscle was tired, screaming with fatigue, but she could feel the anticipation and fear from those who watched, felt their hopes, felt their focus upon defeating Sithis.

Sithis did not even attempt to block her next blows.

"Alduin?" he laughed when she Shouted and deflected the flames easily, "Yes. Yes, my wayward son, my first mistake. The bit of Akatosh that I chiseled off from him to form you. Chaos itself - and yet what did you do? You tried to form empires to fight against me! Every dragon priest, every slave, all made and taken to resist what you should have done to start!"

"You wanted an end, so you made one. That sounds like order to me." Sadrith stopped momentarily to catch her breath. "You are nothing if not contradictory."

"Lorkhan, do not backtalk me. It was I who created you. I who twisted the piece of Akatosh into something usable."

"Shor," she said.

"What?"

"My name is Shor," she said, speaking words that somehow were hers and yet not hers, "I cast off the name you gave me long ago. I am not--will not--be the end of those here. I will save them...I will..."

"Thousands of years you have been trying to incarnate, to shore up the world against me, and for thousands of years you have failed. You think you wield weapons? They are toys. Toys in the hand of a child who has no idea of their potential. You could have been my crowning achievement! Now--now, you are NOTHING!"

Her head was a whirlwind, but she kept her eyes on the THING before her despite it.

Gradually. Gradually. They had to join slowly, or her mind would be broken before it could hold the pieces.

On your feet. The Heart is yours. Ours. And with it we will triumph.

And then, as Voryn had done when she had been firmly in the throes of detoxing from the skooma, the typhoon cleared. Her next weapon was Keening, drawn from her bag and used to block one of Sithis' furious blows.

"So the Dark Heart has come home. How fitting for you to be the guildmaster of thieves, your body is full of things that are not yours!" A cracked laugh, in what seemed like several tones at once. Fangs showed at his lips, began lengthening, and unlike the rest of the body, weren't in that state of flux. "He is as much chaos as you are, only of a different kind. How much of a fool can you be? How much more will you fight this hopeless battle?"

A burning feeling settled in her chest as her heart beat rapidly away. Sithis was for a handful of seconds the same shape, and his flux wasn't as rapid either.

What was happening?

A warrior's resolve...the rebel, the darkness, the light...chaos, order...

There was a peal of laughter and a poof of butterflies as the next voice spoke.

Aye, are we doing something fun? No one told me! Oh, that DOES look nasty...well, don't tell anyone I did this, but...

The Wabbajack appeared, from where she did not know.

Give our father a taste of his own medicine.

Sadrith aimed it directly at Sithis, and once more he laughed.

His form was shifting to a serpent, and its color stayed the same. The state of constant flux had come to an end. There was a strike against her face and she fell back, clutching the Wabbajack as her head spun and her vision swam.

"You pathetic little stain," he hissed, "I should have blotted you out before you drew your first breath. I should have known better than to trust you would do the job I made you for. A lesson to learn before I consign you to the Void, child - never delegate work to others when you can do it yourself. It prevents...failures like this."

His hatred is anchoring him, another thought came as she charged the Wabbajack and blasted Sithis with it. There was a flash of light and an explosion of fire, and Sadrith had to raise her arm to block her eyes from the heat of it.

She lowered the Wabbajack with her other hand and shot blindly forward--and from a sudden lack of noise figured something must have happened. When her vision cleared she couldn't help but laugh.

The mighty Sithis, reduced to a harmless little bunny rabbit, but not for very long. She reached for another weapon.. From her arsenal was drawn now the sword of Jyggalag. Had she been able to think of her situation objectively, from the outside, she might have thought how ridiculous she looked. Wabbajack in one hand, Jyggalag's sword in the other, as she looked down upon the most innocent looking creature in all Tamriel.

But energy crackled, magic sparked, and soon from beneath the rabbit's fur burst the serpent anew.

Her mind was still, even as the raging serpent before her struck in rapid succession. She was tired, gods, how tired, every muscle aching more and more with every attempt to move. Yet somehow something -- something kept her moving.

There is no solution for chaos but order, the voice said in her head.

There are plenty of ways to counter chaos! More chaos, I say!

Fools, all of you.

Strike NOW!

DESTROY HIM!

The serpent of chaos lashed forward to strike and she turned the Wabbajack, intending to blast Sithis with it again--but her hand trembled and all she managed to do was jab the head-end in his mouth. She followed the whim to shove it further, and rushed forward to put a boot on its neck.

"You're choking," she said, "That's new to you, isn't it? You're the Is-Not. The void. The chaos. You're not supposed to feel anything. This body is just a shell."

A laugh, hers or Dagoth Ur's or Alduin's or Sheogorath's she did not know.

"But you spent so much time alive...enjoyed it..." Both hands now, on the hilt of Jyggalag's sword. She turned the sword point down.

Deep breath.

Sithis had made his physical form MORE than what it had been intended to be by living.

I cannot die. You cannot slay that which is not!

The thought appeared in her mind, and wrenched painfully with something new.

Fear. Sithis was afraid.

He was no longer the Is-Not, or rather, not only that. He had lived, truly lived, in a mortal body, with all its ups and downs. All its joys and sorrows. He had become more than what he was, and thus came the key to drive him back.

She pressed her boot down harder, and held the sword point above the serpent's eye. Why she hesitated, she was unsure. But still, there was that moment.

Without me, none of you would ever have come to be! Without me--

"Without you we will LIVE!"

She drove the sword down with a yell; an unholy screech that left her ears pounding followed. The serpent's body lashed back at her, tried to coil about her, choke the life from her even as its own was ebbing away.

I will come back. I will come back, and visit the pain you cause now tenfold upon you!

The only thing keeping her upright now was Jyggalag's sword, and Sadrith clung to it like a lifeline, until the serpent's struggle ended.

"And I will be here waiting."

Then she fell back, and all went black.

[fhw-unleashed]

When I wrote this snippet, I didn't realize it wasn't a new list. But I still really like the october writing prompts 2022 by @crockettmarcel  Nr 23. "You`re soaked trough!"

Self-inflicted

"You'll do three more sets here and then you're done for the day, Ryder. I'll go to the office and compare your data with the last one." David says to his protégé without looking up from his notepad and disappears from the training room.

A little later, the door to his small office opens and a sweaty, panting figure enters.

"What the hell are you doing here? You should be in the shower. What do you want?" David asks with amusement and leans back in his chair smiling.

"I want nothing." The visitor says and slowly approaches.

"You don't look like nothing." David stretches out a finger and holds the intrusive guest at arm's length. "Stay away from me, you're soaked through!"

"That's right, and it's all thanks to your training schedule and your slave-driving methods to get the best out of me." Ryder leans over the chair until the sweat drips from their his onto David's chest.

"I just want to get you in the best shape for the match and now get away from me you wet creature." David demands, giggling and squirming until the chair creaks at his attempt to escape.

"Not until I've got my reward." The sweaty one whispers demandingly and moves closer.

"What do I have to do to reward you?" David asks curiously, pressing his hands against the wet, twitching abs and trying in vain to increase the distance.

"You don't have to do anything, I'll do it myself." With a quick movement, David is pushed into the chair by the sweaty chest. Wet hair slides down his cheek as Ryder bites the back of his neck, making David squeal with surprise and excitement.

"Looks like you're completely soaked, my darling. You should go and have a shower, as it happens I was just about to take one myself. We can go together." Ryder remarks, smiling like a cheshire cat at David, who laughs his head off in surrender.

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Writemas day 11

Little snippet out of the FHW universe for todays writemas 2024 by @agirlandherquill (belongs to main blog @wonda-ch)

Find the promt list here. Chosen prompts: "a nightmare" Readers pov. ...... Nightmare

You are startled and find yourself shivering on the floor next to the chair. The dim light of the small plastic lamp still illuminates the table, and you remember that you were writing something down. Something that reminded you and disturbed you, but what happened after that? Did you fall asleep? You must have fallen asleep and then slipped out of your chair. How else could you have landed on the floor? You must have had a nightmare that sent the terror through your limbs that still makes you tremble. You've been through this before. Why is it making you so nervous this time? It's always the same. A nightmare, a daydream, your reality, it's all the same. No walls between them. No place to hide. Just deal with it, bury it and don't look. Pull yourself together, you know how. Experience is your teacher.