#Hallis

[oucho-marks]

Your name is Hallis. Throughout most of your young life you've had a tube in your nose and a pillow behind your head. You've not had the chance to know much, but you know your mother loves you very, very much.

You are tended to by physicians, a dying art in a flying city. Occasionally, when she can find the time, your mother takes you to its architecture, with its curving columns and highest peaks, where you can pray to the stars who thread the sky. Where you can wish upon those stars.

Your name is Halis and you meet some strange people in the hospital, and one of them fills you with a warmth you can only start to describe. She shares that warmth with you and for the first time you can breathe unaided. Your mother looks at her and she is reduced to tears of joy. Your mother will be killed that same night.

The city is falling. Safety is a memory. Those who've been killed are the lucky ones, and you are waiting for her to arrive. The goddess of fate, the one who prevails over rules set by nature itself, looks down upon the entire city and plucks you from her void, and that who swore not to intervene, intervenes.

You are placed on a terrestrial land, on a magicless land, on a land where your casual ability to operate a sending stone for more than a 25 word message is considered borderline holy. A breath of Aeor's knowledge, your kindergarten classes give you the same knowledge as the town's most studied wizard.

Your name is Halas. You were born in the calamity, and you hold the fractured knowledge of Aeor in your subconscious. The calamity is coming to an end, the final stand is nigh, and if it were to go poorly, no-one on this plane is safe.

No-one on this plane. It's time to get to work.

[marvelousbelladonna]

guys, i feel like Hallis is gonna end up being Ludinus

[readerofdragons]

I'm rather concerned that Ludinus is going to claim to be Hallis (Cassida's kid).

[charmedslayer]

Mean Girls (2004) dir. Mark Waters The Parent Trap (1998) dir. Nancy Meyers

[technicolourcowboy]

He would listen to mitski I think

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

The Parent Trap | The Tonight Show

[bethanydelleman]

I highly recommend the book The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper by Hallie Rubenhold and the free podcast, Bad Women (S1) by Pushkin which covers the same material (though the book has more detail).

It's not about the crime or Jack the Ripper, it's about the women who were killed, the majority of whom were not connected with the sex trade at all. Their lives are fascinating and so full of different experiences. The book is an amazing window into the lives of lower/middle class women and their struggles.

Though it's set in the Victorian era, the ways these women and others in poverty were treated and thought of is hauntingly familiar. Disability and mental health problems are a major factor in many of the women's lives as well.

Also, the British military backdated someone's marriage so their kids would be legitimate and I find that strangely satisfying.

[faunandfloraas]

What are you doing!?

[ludinusdaleth]

ludinus, ghost of aeor.

-Critical Role Campaign 3, Episode 102, "Reconciliation"

+ bonus: this shot in legend of vox machina's calamity sequence

[odinsblog]

"We all too often have socialism for the rich and rugged free market capitalism for the poor."

—Martin Luther King Jr.

[leoleolovesdc]

Am i the only one who really dislikes the talon grayson shit? I genuinely don’t think the court of owls is very interesting in general, but their relationship to dick and hally circus specifically really rubs me the wrong way. It’s like writers took a story about normal, well intentioned people (that in some versions have mary and john being poc, which only furthers the racist stereotype that romani folks are “sketchy”) who were struck by tragedy, and made it into a whole ass conspiracy theory that ruins the point of multiple minor characters who already didn’t get much attention from the comics, but especially, it ruins the point of nightwing and his origin.

Do we really need another character who was raised to be a super secret and important weapon that is tied to random stuff across the whole universe? Don’t we already have two of those? Don’t you think it’s better when batman characters are just normal people??

Just. what was even the point of that??

[gaybravado]

When coming up with Julian, a big inspiration was Gen Kobayashi’s design for the Storyteller from Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo. So, Julian’s grandpa/mentor, the original Fool, is basically a silly AU version of him.

I've turned my asks on, so if you like, you can ask me questions about OCs or art.

[thomascromwelll]

Wolf Hall + History Cardinal Wolsey's note to Thomas Cromwell in 1529 — adapted scene in Wolf Hall Series in 2015.

"My own entirely belove Cromwell I beseech you as you love me and will ever do anything for me..."

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.” 

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.

[astralbondpro]

Star Trek: The Next Generation // S03E16: The Offspring

[pixelatedblues]

Hallie hates Johnny but ever since she cut off her last dealer (her ex) he's the only one around