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trendynewsnow · 28 days ago
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Wild Adventure Corn Maze: A Unique Fall Experience in Idaho Falls
Discover the Wild Adventure Corn Maze: A Fall Destination in Idaho Falls Since its establishment in 2010, Wild Adventure Corn Maze has evolved into a beloved autumn attraction in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Spanning several acres, this family-owned farm features an intricate corn maze designed to challenge visitors of all ages, winding through rows of towering corn plants that create a captivating…
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iomoru · 20 days ago
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Iomoru’s Halloween Special 2024 | Part. 1
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➢ 𝐀/𝐧: It's better late than never ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ (I also changed my writing style bc it looked so ugly..) (Check other parts on "Iomoru'sHalloweenSpecial2024" tag!)
➢ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Modern! Au, Halloween! Au, Fluff, Gn! Reader, Mondstadt Boys x Reader, Second Person, Proofread
➢ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬: Albedo, Bennett, Diluc, Kaeya, Mika, Razor, Venti
➢ 𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: How they would spend Halloween with their s/o
© ²⁰²⁴ ɪᴏᴍᴏʀᴜ ✰ do not repost, translate, plagiarize, use to train ai, or share my work on other social media platforms.
Part. 1, Part. 2, Part. 3, Part. 4, Part. 5, Part. 6, Part. 7, Part. 8
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Albedo:
Albedo would suggest going to a Halloween-themed science museum exhibit, where the two of you can explore spooky experiments and interactive displays. He gets engrossed in explaining the science behind the haunting illusions, holding your hand as he leads you through the dimly lit halls. By the end of the night, he surprises you with a little Halloween-inspired art piece he sketched while waiting for you to finish reading one of the displays.
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Bennett:
Bennett’s idea of a perfect Halloween is an adventurous night in a haunted corn maze! He’s a bit jittery and tends to cling to you as you navigate through each turn, laughing it off whenever he stumbles. He’s full of bright energy and encourages you to brave every scare. By the time you both make it out, he’s all smiles, thrilled that he could share this lucky experience with you.
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Diluc:
Diluc would invite you to his place for a cozy Halloween movie marathon, setting up a blanket fort for the ultimate comfort. He tries to keep things relaxed, though he does bring out some artisanal pumpkin-spiced treats and hot cider that he made himself. As the evening goes on, he enjoys watching you react to the movies more than the films themselves, offering his shoulder when a scary scene catches you off guard.
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Kaeya:
Kaeya has an eye for thrill, so he’d take you to a costume party, dressing up in a suave vampire outfit that looks almost too fitting. He keeps you entertained with witty comments and sneaky little challenges throughout the night, daring you to try every Halloween-themed snack or to join him on the dance floor. You end up laughing so much that, by the end of the night, you can’t tell if the party or Kaeya was the real attraction.
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Mika:
Mika would nervously suggest going to a pumpkin patch with you, eager to share a fun, classic Halloween experience. He’s a bit shy but lights up when he finds the perfect pumpkin and insists on helping you pick yours. Afterward, he gets excited about the idea of carving them together, carefully designing his pumpkin’s face and stealing glances at yours to see your progress, cheeks pink from how happy he is to spend the day with you.
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Razor:
Razor is new to Halloween traditions, so you take him trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, both of you dressed in simple costumes. He’s enchanted by the entire experience, from the spooky decorations to the candy he collects, proudly showing you his haul after each house. By the end of the night, he offers you some of his candy as thanks, his face lighting up every time you laugh or compliment his howling wolf costume.
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Venti:
Venti would surprise you with tickets to a Halloween karaoke event, where you both dress up in wild costumes. He belts out spooky songs with flair, getting the crowd excited and pulling you onstage for a duet. His laughter is infectious, and by the end of the night, you’re both breathless from singing and dancing. He’s all smiles as he wraps an arm around you, joking about how the two of you stole the show as the ultimate Halloween duo.
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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months ago
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hey mouse, hope you're doing well. Since it's almost fall and Spooky Season I had an idea. What would a fall date with the bachelors look like?
I'm fine, thanks for asking, dear anon! ☺️
It's finally fall, and although I still have the summer heat now (damn 🥲), the autumn-themed headcanons give me comfort and realization that the colder weather will soon arrive.
Anyway, enjoy! 💕
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SDV bachelors and their ideas of Fall date with Farmer:
Autumn is the season for spooky films to start rolling, dedicated to the upcoming Spirits Eve, so of course Sebastian will ask Farmer out on a date to the cinema. And the cinema is also an option if Farmer doesn't like the horror genre. Autumn is also the season of frequent rains in the Valley, so one of the unusual ideas of interesting pastime of this couple will be sitting in the cave of Mines on the ground floor. Relaxing and chatting about anything, listening to the falling raindrops through the entrance... If Farmer likes to walk in the rain, then Sebby is all for it (with umbrellas of course), and they both can look for frogs in the pond before it gets too cold.
It's definitely the season of fragrant honey fungus and chanterelles in the woods, and the bushes are downright teeming with ripe blackberries, so one of Harvey's date ideas is a mushroom/berry hunt! Both a nice time in the beautiful woods, and a full basket of delicious nature gifts that are sure to brighten up a romantic dinner later. If the weather outside is too cold and unpleasant, the doctor and his partner will arrange a date at home, over a hot cup of tea/coffee, a marathon of films, the pleasant warmth of the fireplace and the sounds of rain outside the window. And cuddles, of course. Warm and cosy!
Considering how beautiful the Cindersap Forest becomes in autumn, Elliott is sure to invite his dear Farmer on one of the walks there. The trees are coloured in various shades of gold, red and orange, the crisp fallen leaves underfoot, and a pleasant companion... Ah, what a lovely date, and Farmer is also delighted! And if they are both too lazy to walk, the writer will come up with a wonderful idea for a picnic: a bottle of wine, tasty appetizers, the sounds of the forest and sunny weather, etc. Also parts of the date would be all sorts of mini-events in the Valley, like community pumpkin picking or ripe wild apples.
In addition to the Stardew Valley fair, neighbouring towns and Zuzu City have folk festivals celebrating autumn, with big tents and attractions. Shane felt that attending such a festival as a date with Farmer would be a good option. And he's right! Big tents with different kinds of beer and cider (he drinks in moderation, don't be afraid), the smell of delicious comfort food, fun contests, songs and dances. Chicken man and his partner had a blast! And after such trips, Shane can offer dates without leaving the house, as let's say joint preparation of caramel apples. Also not a bad pastime at home will be horror games, with a soft blankets and autumnal goodies.
Hiking with Sam! Oh, he's been waiting for a long time for the summer heat to end and cooler weather to arrive. Generally speaking, this date idea is appropriate in almost any season, but Sammy thinks it's much cooler amongst the autumn beauty. The lovely couple will make a bonfire in the forest or mountainous area, and while Farmer will roast marshmallows, Sam will pick up a guitar and the forest will be filled with beautiful, creating pleasant memories. In addition to looking at the beautiful things, he and Farmer will have a photo shoot, filling their album with pictures of their autumn adventures.
It may not be easy for Alex to find his way out of the corn maze, but he and Farmer came here to have a good time, not to win. They still came out first, though, and got some nice prizes, making the date ending even better. The athlete will also invite Farmer to a haunted house at a carnival in one of the towns. And no, he wasn't the one who shrieked like a little girl when someone's hand touched his shoulder ("Come on, Farmer, don't laugh!"). Scary and creepy places, ooooh! But Farmer and Alex had a great time, so the date was a success!
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sparktober · 1 year ago
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Sparktober Bingo 2023!
So excited to bring you this year’s collection of bingo prompts! As in previous years, we have collected a bunch of 2023 -tober prompt lists (found on this google sheet in the tober 2023 tab, with relevant links and hashtags. Check out the originals!). This year, we have also included generic tropes and additional rp/ask post prompts.
Add in a list of Atlantis episodes, crank up the soft-serve machine, and…
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How to Play:
Choose all prompts or a mix of “flavors” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.
Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot!
On mobile? Can’t generate your own? Generally sounds annoying? Check out this post for some pre-generated randomized bingo cards that you can take!
Sparktober Bingo Rules: (there are no rules)
Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go. Spontaneously declare victory whenever you feel accomplished.
Tag #sparktober so people can see your bingo cards and creations!
All fan-works are encouraged: art, edits, fic, meta…
You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you (hit “refresh” on the generated bingo card page).
You can also edit the prompt list as much as you want in advance to suit your likes and dislikes. Each “flavor” list is alphabetized.
There were tons of dialogue prompts this year in all categories, so those have been collected together in their own category.
Use the prompts liberally! “The Long Goodbye” could be an episode-related fic or a fic about saying goodbye or inspiration for a Raymond Chandler-esque Noir Detective AU. Go wild!
Flavor descriptions:
The prompt lists are below, in the following text blocks. Copy any or all of them into the bingo card generator!
VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Flufftober, Trektober’s Gen and Trek lists, general tropes, and some prompts from various ask/rp prompt lists (additional lists and links are in the google doc).
CHOCOLATE: Smut themed prompt lists from Trektober NSFW and the #fawktober2023 kinktober list, and a few bonus tropes.
ROCKY ROAD: Whump prompts from the ever-fabulous whumptober! The multiple-choice-prompts-per-day have been broken into individual prompts.
COOKIE DOUGH: Dialogue prompts sourced from gen, whump, and rp prompt lists.
SEA SALT: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with Atlantis and SG-1 characters and some franchise-specific prompts.
THE WORKS: All of the above! For this flavor, copy and paste everything below the readmore. :)
Mod note: If you’re editing the list, make sure there’s a semi-colon (;) between your prompts. If you have semi-colons without prompts, you might end up with blank spaces. If you get a server error when using the bingo card generator, have some ice cream and try again!
Vanilla;
[…] At First Sight; A Very Long Hug; About-To-Die Confession; Academy; Accidental Kiss; Accidental Marriage; Adventure; Advertising; Age Difference; Amnesia; Angel; Angst With A Happy Ending; Animals / Pets; Anniversary; Another Character Ships It; Assassin; Assumed Unrequited Love; Back From the Dead; Bathhouse / Sauna; Beast; Bed Hair; Bed or Tent Sharing; Black Ops; Blind Date; Body Swap; Bounce; Candles / Lanterns / Fairy Lights; Canon Compliant; Canon Divergent; Castle; Celestial; Chains; Champagne; Character Survives; Chess; Childhood Sweethearts; Cinderella Moment; Coffee in Bed; Coffee Shop; College; Comfort / Care; Common Interests; Confession; Corn Maze; Counting Freckles; Court Martial; Coworkers to Friends to Lovers; Crew as Family; Crossover; Cuddling for Warmth; Cyberpunk; Dagger; Damsel in Distress; Dangerous; Decontamination; Demon; Dessert; Dinner Reservations; Diplomacy; Discovering One's Sexuality; Dodge; Domesticity; Dream; Dreams Do Come True; Dress Uniform; Drip; Drunken Confessions; Emergency; Encouragement; Enemies to Lovers; Evacuation; Everyone Knows But Them; Everyone Thinks We're Doing It; Eye Contact; Fairytale Retelling; Fake / Secret Identity; Fake Dating / Fake Marriage; Family; Fantasy; Fire; Fire & Ice; Fireplace; First Kiss; First Responder; Firsts; Fix-it; Fixing Each Other’s Clothes; Fluff; Forced Marriage; Forced Proximity; Forehead Kiss; Forehead Touch; Fortune; Found Family; Fraternization; Friends to Lovers; Friends With Benefits; Frost; Fuzzy Morning After; Genderswap; Giggling During Sex; Glossary; Golden; Hand Kiss; Hand-Holding; Handcuffed Together; Hiding Injuries; Historical; Hot Chocolate; Huddling for Warmth; Humming / Singing; Hurt / Comfort; Imprisoned Together; Injury Revealed; Insomnia; Ion Storm / Sci-Fi Weather; Island; Jealousy; Keeping Someone Safe; Kid Fic; Kidnapped / Rescued; Last Table at a Café; Late Nights; Linguistics; Lockdown; Long Shower; Lost Sense(s); Love Confession; Love of my Life; Loved Ones; Lovers to Friends; Lovesick; Mafia; Magic; Map; Marginalia; Markets; Massive; Matchmaker; Meet Cute; Meet Ugly; Melting; Mentor; Mirrorverse; Misunderstandings; Movie Night; Multifandom Crossover; Multiple Universes; Musical; Mutation; Mutual Pining; Neck Kiss; New Occupation; Nightmares; No Trespassing; Nobody Knows; Nook; Observation Deck; Obsession; Only One Bed; Original Character; Out of Uniform; Outdoor Event; Pajamas; Partners in Crime; Path; PhD; Phone Calls; Pining; Plump; Plural; Poisoned; Polyamory; Porch Swing; Post-Apocalyptic; Pregnancy; Present Day; Protection; Pumpkin; Rainy Day; Reading Each Other's Minds; Reassignment; Rec Room; Recovery; Recruitment; Red Alert; Regency; Remove; Rescue Mission; Retirement; Reunion Hug; Rise; Rivals to Lovers; Road Trip; Role Reversal; Roommates; Rush; Saddle; Scratchy; Secret Relationship; Self-Worth / Self-Love; Sex / Love Pollen; Shaken, Not Stirred; Shallow; Shared Dreams; Shared Injuries or Pain; Shore Leave; Sick Fic; Singing to Sleep; Sleeping in; Slow Burn; Slow Dancing; Snowed In; Soft Character Snaps; Soothing Touch; Soul Bond; Soulmates; Space Horror; Spacewalk; Sparkle; Spicy; Spiders; Spin the Bottle / Truth or Dare; Spooky; Spy; Superhero; Supernatural; Survival Training; Sweater Weather; Sweet Tooth; Sync; Take-Out; Taken Hostage; Target Practice; Tattoos; Telepathy; Tending to Injuries; Terminology; Things Have Changed; Time Loop; Time Travel; Toad; Trinket; Under a Spell; Undercover as Lovers / Married; Waking Up; Walking Home; Wander; Warning; Watching A Movie Together; Wearing Each Other’s Clothes; Wing Fic; Wrong […]; X + 1;
Chocolate;
69; A/B/O; About-To-Die Sex; Against a Wall; Alien Anatomy; Aliens Made Us Do It; Anal; Anonymous Sex; Aphrodisiacs; Bath / Shower; BDSM; Begging; Biting; Blowjobs; Body Worship; Bondage; Breath Play; Breeding; Caught Masturbating; Choking; Cock Rings; Cockwarming; Comfort Sex; Consensual Non-Consent; Corruption; Costumes; Cream Pie; Crying; Cunnilingus; Dacryphilia; Deep Throating; Degradation; Dirty Talk; Double Penetration; Edging; Exhibitionism; Face Sitting; Fingering; First Time; Fisting; Food Play; Forced Orgasm; Formal Wear; Frottage; Fuck or Die; Gagging; Glove Kink; Gun Play; Hand Job; Hate Sex; Heat / Rut; Hunter / Prey; Impact Play; In a Vehicle; Intercrural Sex; Knife Play; Lap Dance; Lazy Morning; Leather / Latex; Lingerie; Love Bites; Masturbation; Mirror Sex; Monster; Object Insertion; Oral; Orgasm Denial; Orgy / Group; Overstimulation; Partner Swap; Pegging; Period Sex; Pet Play; Piercings; Possessiveness; Praise Kink; Public; Rebound Sex; Rimming; Ritualistic; Role Play; Romantic Sex; Rough Sex; Seduction; Sensory Deprivation; Sex Toys; Sexting / Phone Sex; Shower Sex; Size Kink; Slow and Soft; Somnophilia; Spanking; Squirting; Stripping; Table Sex; Temperature Play; Tentacles; Thigh Riding; Threesome; Tit / Nipple Play; Undercover as a Sex Worker; Virginity; Voice Kink; Voyeurism; Wall Sex; Wax Play; We-Didn't-Die Sex; Whipping;
Rocky Road;
Aftermath of Failure; Alleyway; Animal Trap; Betrayal; Blanket; Blindfold; Bloody Knife; Body Modification; Borrowed Clothing; Brass Knuckles; Bridal Carry; Broken; Broken Phone / Radio; Buried Alive; Captivity; Cattle Prod; Cold Compress; Collar; Debris; Decoy; Delirium; Drugging; Emptiness; Examination; Flare; Flatline; Floral Bouquet; Glass Shard; Goodbye Note; Gurney; Hunting; Journal; Lab Rat; Made to Watch; Makeshift Bandages; Matches; Miscommunication; Mistaken Identity; Neglect; Outnumbered; Overcrowded ER; Panic; Pinned Down; Playing Cards; Polaroid; Psychological; Radio Silence; Recording; Red; Reluctant Whumper; Restraints; Sacrifice; Safety Net; Scars; Scented Candle; Seeing Double; Setbacks; Shadows; Shaking; Shock; Solitary Confinement; Stalking; Stranded; Suppressed Suffering; Swooning; Thermometer; Tortured for Information; Touch Aversion; Trapped Together; Troubled Past Resurfacing; Vehicular Accident; Vows; Water Inhalation; Working to Exhaustion;
Cookie Dough;
“Absolutely not.”; “Are you with me?”; “Be honest.”; “Be still.”; “Can I ask you something?”; “Can you hear me?”; “Come with me, hurry.”; “Did you miss me?”; “Did you plan for this to happen?”; “Do I look like I knew that?”; “Do you even know what this means?”; “Do you ever regret it?”; “Do you know a way out of here?”; “Do you know how long you were gone?”; “Do you know what you’re doing?”; “Do you recognize this?”; “Don’t do this again.”; “Don’t move.”; “Don’t shoot.”; “Don’t stop.”; “Don’t worry, I got you.”; “Everyone leaves.”; “Everything hurts.”; “Everything will be okay now.”; “Fine, explain it to me.”; “Fuck off.”; “Fuck you.”; “Go away.”; “Hey, wake up!”; “Hit them harder.”; “Honestly, why would I care?”; “How come?”; “How could you just show up after all this time?”; “How many fingers am I holding up?”; “I can’t wait for you.”; “I couldn’t tell you before.”; “I disagree.”; “I don’t feel so good.”; “I don’t know if they will accept this.”; “I don’t need anyone else but you.”; “I knew.”; “I know.”; “I love you.”; “I may not get another chance to say this.”; “I missed you.”; “I need you by my side.”; “I never said it would be easy.”; “I thought [X] was with you.”; “I thought we were past this.”; “I thought you were dead.”; “I told you I would come back.”; “I was worried.”; “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”; “I’ll never leave you again.”; “I’ll take care of it.”; “I’m done.”; “I’m fine.”; “I’m glad to have you through all of this.”; “I’m just getting comfortable.”; “I’m lost.”; “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”; “I’m seeing this through to the end. With you.”; “I’m sick.”; “I’m sorry for leaving.”; “I’m sure.”; “I’m up, I’m up!”; “I’ve got you.”; “If you don’t stop now —”; “Is it really over?”; “Is that a challenge?”; “Is that you?”; “Is this okay?”; “It made me think of you.”; “It should have been me.”; “It stopped.”; “It wasn’t my choice.”; “It’s all for nothing.”; “It’s been a while.”; “It’s broken.”; “It’s good to see you.”; “It’s not too late, let’s go.”; “It’s not your fault.”; “It’s okay, I’m here now.”; “It’s raining.”; “It’s you.”; “Just hold on.”; “Just in case this doesn’t work.”; “Keep quiet.”; “Kiss me.”; “Leave me alone.”; “Let me see.”; “Let’s go.”; “Let’s talk.”; “Long time, no see.”; “Make it stop.”; “Maybe you should stay away from me.”; “My mother adores you.”; “Never mind.”; “Nice outfit.”; “No one knows us here.”; “No one will find you.”; “No way.”; “No, you won’t understand.”; “Not here.”; “Not much longer…”; “Now what?”; “Oh no, you’re a morning person!”; “Okay, show me.”; “Please listen.”; “Please stop.”; “Since when?”; “Slow down.”; “So… what’s new?”; “Stay here.”; “Stay low.”; “Stop distracting me.”; “Stop that.”; “Stop yelling!”; “Take it easy.”; “Take me with you next time.”; “That’s all? Easy.”; “That’s impossible.”; “They don’t care about you.”; “They’re not breathing!”; “Things were better before you left.”; “This better be good.”; “This sucks.”; “Try me.”; “Wait, you love me?” “I always have.”; “Watch out!”; “Watch yourself.”; “We agree?”; “We can’t do this on our own.”; “We can’t.”; “We only have each other.”; “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here.”; “We’re fucked.”; “What happened to me?”; “What if we’re wrong?”; “What now?”; “Where have you been?”; “Where to?”; “Who takes care of you?”; “Who’s that?”; “Who’s there?”; “Why are you here?”; “Why did you come back?”; “Why did you leave?”; “You ass.”; “You coming?”; “You could have said goodbye.”; “You could say I’m fond of you.”; “You didn’t even try to look for me.”; “You don’t have to pretend.”; “You have me, always.”; “You in there?”; “You knew?”; “You left me to die.”; “You look awful.”; “You look like hell.”; “You need me.”; “You owe me an explanation.”; “You said you’d never leave.”; “You shouldn’t have left.”; “You told your family?”; “You will regret touching them.”; “You’ll have to go through me.”; “You’re a liar.”; “You’re here and that’s all that matters.”; “You’re joking.”; “You’re miserable.”; “You’re right.”; “You’re serious.”; “You’re the reason I came back.”; “You’re wrong.”; “You’ve changed.”;
Sea Salt;
Rising; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood’s End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man’s Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller’s Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember’d; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Richard Woolsey; Samantha Carter; Jack O’Neill; Teal’c; Daniel Jackson; Janet Fraiser; George Hammond; Hank Landry; Carolyn Lam; Vala; Cameron Mitchell; Jonas Quinn; Alien Technology; Ancient Technology; Ancient(s); Antarctica; Ascension; Asgard; Asurans; ATA Gene; Athosians; Atlantis; Balcony; Control Chair; Control Room; Daedalus; DHD; Earth; Genii; Goa’uld; Infirmary; IOA; Lantea; Mainland; Mission Fic; Nanites; New Lantea; Ocean; Ori; Pegasus Galaxy; Puddle Jumper; Sentience; SGC; Stargate; Stasis Chamber; Storage Closet; Wraith
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dramioneasks · 1 year ago
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HP FESTS: HP Halloween Fest (Twitter) (Part 1)
HP Halloween Fest 2023:
The Punch That Made a Mark��by Tardis_Magic93 - T, one-shot - When their eyes met Draco gasped in surprise and backed up a step, moving a little away from the window. He knew he should have broken eye contact, but it was impossible for him because he could not believe what he was seeing. Everything else was still blurred by the mist, but he could see her hazel eyes perfectly, more clearly than anything he had ever looked at... Even through all that fog.
Friday the 13th by pinkhairandbooks - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger did not believe in Divination, stars, coffee grounds, horoscopes, crystal balls, or any other kind of such bullshit. She was a purely rational being who focused on solid data, numbers, or concrete facts and who only considered hard evidence and not baseless nonsense… But there was a ‘but’. And the ‘but’ was that as much as Hermione Granger was an extremely rational witch, there was a part of her - mainly Muggle - that she could not suppress in any way: the part that believed in superstitions.
Carving New Traditions by magicalsydney (magicandmanuscripts) - G, one-shot - During the fourth annual Granger-Malfoy carve-off, Hermione has a special announcement.
Baby, it’s Halloween and we can do anything by Goldenbucky - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy throw a Halloween Party at their flat. Alcohol, Halloween body part themed food, and a couple crazy friends. It’s Halloween. Anything can happen.
The Lover Makes A Deal With The Devil by ohthedrarry - E, one-shot - During the Eighth Year Halloween Party, Luna decides to dazzle the guests with a tarot reading. One card per person, predicting the outcome of their evening. When Hermione joins Luna at the small wooden table, she’s given The Lovers card – that evening, she would have to make choices. On a whim, Hermione asks for a second and receives Judgment. All of this happens while her eyes are locked on Draco Malfoy, The Devil.
pumpkin-flavoured disasters by riddikulus_puff - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger had been destined to ruin her boyfriend's, Draco Malfoy, and anyone else's taste buds throughout this year's Halloween celebrations. She had claimed that everything must be pumpkin-flavoured, whether those flavours worked together or not, Hermione didn't care, she was forcing everything she made and purchased to be pumpkin flavoured. The only problem was that pumpkin wasn't the nicest of flavours. She could have chosen any other flavour to dedicate this month to, but nope, Hermione had chosen fucking pumpkin. Hermione claimed that it was the rule of the season and Draco was slowly regretting his choice of allowing his best friend, Theodore Nott, and Hermione to celebrate the whole month of October filled with Halloween, Muggle and Wizarding based, themed activities, similar to how every single December was spent celebrating with Christmas and Yule, Muggle and Wizarding based, themed activities.
Lost In You by ms_millie_nott - T, one-shot - Hermione takes Draco on an autumn muggle bucket list adventure, but his patience begins to wear thin when they get lost in a corn maze and the sun begins to set…
Tell Me About It, Stud by nissasxnotes - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are getting ready for their first costume party as a couple.
when pastas are creepy by Ellie_Aster - G, one-shot - no summary
Crimson Lust by SlytherinsHeir93 - M, one-shot - She knew what she married into, the Malfoy Magi-Mafia Legacy. What they didn’t know is that she owned her place within its ranks. The Queen always takes care of her queen.
who are you, really? by its_nott_me - E, one-shot - The hunt for horcruxes turns into a hunt for...something else. There is more to fear in the Forest of Dean than wild animals, Snatchers, and the constant threat of starvation. Something doesn’t feel right, and Hermione can’t quite put her finger on it. Is Hermione ever really safe? Even with Draco Malfoy watching her back?
This fest is ongoing.
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theartofangirling · 7 months ago
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hi! im not sure if you still answer asks asking for book recs but i figured ill just shoot my shot
i saw your book rec flow chart (which--wow, the amount of effort and care that went into that, i cant appreciate it enough) and in it you described radio silence as about finding a best friend which got me wondering if you had any other book recs like that?
(sidenote your book recommendation tag is a goldmine for queer book recs, you have excellent taste)
I am ALWAYS up for giving book recs! and I'm so glad to hear that the flow chart has been helpful!
as for other books about finding a best friend, I gotta say Radio Silence and Loveless are basically the cream of the crop. a few others that fall into that category:
i want to be a wall - this manga series is about an asexual woman and a gay man who get married to stop their families from bothering them, and their friendship is the sweetest thing I've ever read!!!!
what stalks among us - a ya horror about two best friends stuck in an unending corn maze, featuring a super strong platonic bond
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - this wasn't a favorite of mine for entirely unrelated reasons, but I did love the friendship at the heart of it
a psalm for the wild-built - I ADORE Dex and Mosscap's friendship
in other lands - this has a prominent romance, but even more important is the friendship between the main trio
strangeworlds travel agency - a middle grade fantasy adventure with a delightful male-female friendship that makes my heart so warm!
the raven cycle - I mean, all of these characters are in love with each other. if you want friendships so strong they rewrite reality, to the extent that the author said that "the worst thing that could happen is that they could stop being friends," this is the series for you
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Abigail from Stardew Valley in a Nolan-esque movie still. Fictional, but it would be wonderful!
Abigail, with her vibrant purple hair, stood amidst the golden cornstalks, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was a still moment, meant for contemplation, a scene that could belong to any cinematic masterpiece.
This still captured her in a state of introspection, a character perhaps from a moving story of self-discovery and the quest for meaning. With her penchant for the wild and the mysterious, Abigail was no stranger to adventure. Here, surrounded by the whispering corn, she seemed on the brink of an epiphany, a narrative revelation waiting to happen.
Her story unfolded from a letter left by her grandfather, a map that whisked her away from Stardew Valley's familiarity into a realm brimming with enigmas. The cornfield, vast and whispering, seemed to hold secrets as old as time, beckoning her to unveil them. Known for her bravery in the caves back home, she was now the central figure in a tale where every choice mattered, where every step was part of a delicate dance with destiny.
The quest before her was as clear as it was complex: within this natural maze lay an object of great significance, promising answers to unspoken queries. The sunset symbolized the urgent passage of time, a reminder that her search was bound to the ticking clock of the day's end.
The camera loved her in this moment: the breeze teasing strands of her hair, her eyes reflecting fierce resolve, and the world around her poised in silent anticipation. This narrative was not just about uncovering hidden treasures; it was a journey of introspection and finding oneself amidst the myriad paths life could offer.
As the next scene would unfold, she would take a deliberate step, parting the sea of corn to reveal a new path. The audience would be drawn in, knowing that with Abigail, each choice was a foray into the grand tapestry of possibility.
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"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."
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Bonnie stood in the middle of the pumpkin patch, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the rolling fields. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of woodsmoke and the distant laughter of children running through the nearby corn maze. A few leaves, the color of burnt sienna and amber, fluttered down from the trees, settling into the soft earth at her feet. She had just been admiring the symmetry of a particularly large pumpkin, its orange skin smooth and perfect, when Zeev’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the evening.
“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of charm and mischief that Bonnie had come to expect from him.
She turned to face him, a playful smirk forming on her lips. Zeev was leaning casually against a weathered wooden fence, the setting sun casting long shadows that danced around him. The golden light of the late afternoon sun caught the strands of his blonde hair, making him look almost ethereal against the backdrop of the autumn landscape.
Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound blending with the rustling of the leaves. “Is that so?” she replied, tilting her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “And here I thought you were the type to play by the book.”
She knew, of course, that Zeev was anything but predictable. From the moment they had met, there had been something about him, something wild and free, like the wind that swept through the trees, stirring up everything in its path. Bonnie had always been a bit more cautious, her nature leaning towards the careful and the planned. But standing there, with the vibrant colors of autumn swirling around them and Zeev’s grin promising an adventure, she felt a spark of excitement flicker within her.
She took a moment to take in their surroundings, the pumpkin patch sprawling out around them, dotted with bright orange pumpkins of all shapes and sizes. In the distance, the festival was in full swing, the sounds of cheerful music and the clinking of glasses filling the air. There was something magical about this time of year, something that made the ordinary seem extraordinary, and Zeev’s words only added to that feeling.
“Well” she began, her voice softening into a conspiratorial whisper, “if I were to consider breaking a rule or two, what exactly did you have in mind?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she playfully tapped her chin. “Perhaps some pumpkin carving with a bit of enchanted flair? Or sneaking into the festival grounds after hours to see if those scarecrows really do come to life at midnight?”
The idea of bending the rules, even just a little, sent a thrill through her. She wasn’t used to stepping outside of her comfort zone, but there was something about Zeev that made her want to throw caution to the wind. It was as if the very air around them was charged with possibility, the kind that only came around once in a while, and only if you were brave enough to reach out and seize it.
She took a step closer to Zeev, her amber eyes locking with his, the challenge clear in her gaze. “Alright, Zeev” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Show me what ‘fun’ really looks like. But just so you know, if we get caught, I’m blaming it all on you.”
Her words hung in the air between them, lighthearted yet tinged with the excitement of the unknown. Bonnie felt a shiver of anticipation, the cool autumn breeze lifting her hair as if in agreement. She knew she was stepping into something unpredictable, but with Zeev by her side, that unpredictability seemed less like a risk and more like an adventure waiting to unfold.
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innfrenchtown · 1 year ago
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Exploring Family Fun at Brookdale Farms in 2023: Mazes, Games, and More!
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🌾 Welcome to Brookdale Farms! Get ready for a day packed with family-friendly activities and lots of smiles. Save $2 by grabbing your tickets online! Once inside, you'll get a cool wristband for easy access to all the excitement.
🎯 Watch as people challenge each other in checkers, chess, and the lively corn hole toss. Cheer on the kids conquering the ropes course, riding the mechanical bull, and having a blast in the corn box! And who can resist a mouthwatering funnel cake and a sip of beer?
🌽 Wander through the epic maze designed in a 'We love Reba' pattern (don't worry, there's a map in the video!), and enjoy a bumpy but hilarious ride on the cow train. Don't forget to visit the general store for some awesome souvenirs, including t-shirts, candles, and pumpkins.
🚜 Hop on the wagon for a ride to the other side of the farm, where the little ones can go wild on the inflatables and meet the adorable animals at the petting zoo. Feeling adventurous? Take aim with the corn and pumpkin cannons (extra cost, but totally worth it!).
🌟 Families, this one's for you! Brookdale Farms is the perfect spot for a day of unforgettable memories. And for the adults, don't miss their special evening event, 'Field of Nightmares.'
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LUtober Day 1: Scarecrow
It was normal to wake early at the ranch, but instead of waking to the horses or cuccos, it was to badly hushed voices fiercely debating something outside. Time groaned and forced himself to open his eye, glaring at the barest touch of light on the horizon outside the window.
"They're sure lively this morning," Malon giggled sleepily against his back as her arm wrapped around him, laughing louder as he let out an over exaggerated huff and sat up.
"Lively enough to start chores I'd say," the hero grumbled to himself, pressing a kiss to his wife's forehead as she smiled,
"Go easy on ‘em, they're excited for the festival." Time sighed but nodded, dressing quickly and heading down to the main level of the home where Twilight was already standing by the door putting boots on. He gave the older hero a fanged smile and headed out toward the stable, leaving Time to pull on his own boots and head out the back toward the garden.
Wind, Four, Hyrule, and Legend were crouched in a circle beside the vegetable bed, Wild's curious eyes watching them from his perch on the edge of the roof. The teen smiled when he noticed him but didn't say a word as the older walked up to the unsuspecting group with careful steps.
"Boys." Four startled shrieks only made the man regret getting out of bed that much more as he glowered down at where they had thrown themself away from him or tripped over each other. Wild's badly muffled laughter from behind had Time rolling his eye before focusing back on the group now glaring up at him halfheartedly,
"Geez! I thought Twilight was supposed to be the dark and silent one!" Wind scolded, dusting dirt from his tunic as he picked himself up, Four close behind him while Hyrule and Legend seemed to have given up on standing and were staring into the dawn sky from the ground. Time looked over them, a touch amused by their reaction now, and paused at the bundle of straw and sticks that was visible between them.
"What's all this?" The two standing boys looked away from him and around the yard, and before the older hero could even start to question them, Legend raised a hand to catch his attention,
"It was Four's fault."
The multicolored smith snapped to the red clad adventurer with a sputter,
"It was your idea!" He accused back once he managed to pull the words together.
"My idea was to make a corn maze, not turn a defenseless scarecrow into twigs." Time pinched the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh as the arguing continued.
"Alright enough," he ordered sternly, "So what are you fighting over?"
"They agreed to fix the scarecrow but Legend wanted to give it a pumpkin head, Wind wanted to dress it up like a pirate, and Four wanted to give it a sword and hammer. Verbal battle ensued." Hyrule reported from his place beside Legend.
"So why didn't you just get more hay from the barn and sticks from the field and each make your own?" Four pairs of eyes looked at Time in dawning realization for a few moments before they scrambled in different directions excitedly. The man was left standing before the sad bundle of sticks and fabric alone, watching random darts of movement across the farm.
“I feel like I’ve made some kind of mistake…” he muttered to himself only to shrug a moment later and head back toward the house, shooting a pointed glare to Wild who threw his hands up innocently, as innocently as one sitting on a roof could anyway. The bustle outside had died out with the four sent on their quest for materials, so Time headed to the stables, helping Twilight finish cleaning the stalls and replacing the hay and water for the horses. After a tidy brushing, the pair led the animals into the corral to graze in the open space, idle talk increasing as Sky joined them on the way back from the cucco hutch -the older still had no idea how he got along so well with the demon spawn his wife called feathered puppies.  
After a simple but still incredibly delicious breakfast courtesy of Wild and Malon, the couple headed to the barn to work on milking the cows and cleaning stalls, still no sign of the four younger heroes as the sun rose completely above the horizon and higher into the sky. Happy to have the morning chores completed already, they set to work on their next order of business, which would be stocking a cart to take to the Harvest Festival that was set to begin later that afternoon. Time settled the fourth large crate inside the wagon and looked around, noticing a distinct quiet underneath the usual noise from the animals.
Heart rate picking up just the slightest, the man started back toward the house only to stop as Malon rushed around the corner, looking around quickly until she spotted him and hurried over,
“Link! You have to come see what the boys did!” His stomach dropped for a second, memories of a flaming stalchild running around one night being pursued by a gaggle of panicking heroes rushing to the front of his mind , but pushed it aside when he saw the excitement in her eyes. Without a word, he let her pull him around the house by the hand until they were standing in front of the garden. Time blinked in surprised at finding not the four new scarecrows he had anticipated, but ten. Ten straw figures were scattered through the area, nine styled after each hero, and one with orange flowers woven together to form an elegant likeness of hair. He didn’t realize he was staring in silence until a weight collided with his hip and his hand immediately went to Wind’s back to steady him as the youngest grinning up at him,
“Do you like it?!” He looked up to Hyrule, Four, and Wild, standing a ways back also grinning with a smug Legend beside them, and then to the slightly embarrassed but proud smiles from Sky, Twilight, and Warriors, who had no doubt been roped into helping. Finally he looked back to the garden and smiled softly,
“I love it, thank you, boys.”
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eyrieofsynapses · 3 years ago
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still thinking about Leverage and Halloween, and… there’s also something here, I think, to Sophie and Nate.
because Sophie, well, Sophie loves Halloween. please. everyone’s dressing up! everything is Dramatic and Spooky and Haunted and it’s so over-the-top and absolutely perfect for her. she can be as wild as she likes with her costumes and acting, and she’s near-guaranteed to get a good reaction. plus she can poke and see just how crazy other people can get. it’s a win-win all around.
but Nate… Halloween reminds Nate of Sam.
and, well. that’s the thing, isn’t it? Halloween is a good holiday for all of them, a fun holiday, something tailored to each of them in their own little ways… except him.
because once upon a time, it was Nate trailing behind a little boy bounding up to doorstep after doorstep. it was Nate, arm-in-arm with Maggie, winter coats and gloves and maybe even a little plastic wagon trundling along behind them, who were calling out warnings and reminders. none of the others know what it is to be a parent on those nights. but him…
he sees his son in every one of those little boys, superheroes and dinosaurs and teeny-tiny skeletons and teddy bears and everything imaginable—and what did Sam wear, on those days? what was his favorite movie, what were his childhood obsessions? did he race from house to house with a tiny cape flying out behind him? or was it a fake tail? what was the costume that kept falling apart? what was the one that Maggie picked out because she knew it would irk Nate, and yet he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling since Sam was the one wearing it?
does Nate still have some pictures, deep, deep in his belongings, of Sam in a ghost-sheet costume?
what did they talk about, on those long walks? what did Maggie think of it all? was she the one to point out the best and brightest costumes to him? or was that version of Nate, that younger, lighter-hearted man, was he the one who would take great joy in bringing her attention to the most outrageous of outfits? did she have to yank his attention away from work? did he have to do it for her? or was all of their attention focused on their little boy, on corraling him and keeping him from wandering off?
what about that first Halloween when Sam could walk by himself? was he the shy child that Nate had to walk up to the door with, his tiny, baby-soft, pudgy hand dwarfed by his father’s? or was he the one that they had to yell at because he kept running too far ahead?
(was he both? did they see a miraculous transformation from quiet and hesitant to jubilant and breathless?)
did Nate carry him home, one late Halloween evening? (or was it two? three? more?) did he bundle up his little boy, grumpy and tired, and hold him tight and warm against his chest as they walked home?
what of the Halloween parties at school? of Sam’s decisions on his costumes? of trick-or-treating with friends? of tears and breakdowns? of keeping candy back to make sure he wouldn’t eat it all and make himself sick? of the battles over a child’s view of unfair restraint? of driving out to the houses of friends, all so Sam could trick-or-treat?
did Nate and Maggie ever take Sam to see Jim, to see Nate’s old friend and partner, on Halloween?
(did Sterling ever think of Sam in his costume when he looked at Nate, all those years later?)
did they decorate the house for Sam? did they carve pumpkins with him? did they take him to fall festivals, on hayrides and apple-picking adventures? did Sam ever bite deep into a rich, red apple, taken fresh from the tree, juice running down his chin? did they ever get lost in a corn maze together? did one of them bring home apple-cider doughnuts, sugar sticky on their fingers?
did they rake leaves into piles, grumbling about the yardwork, only for Sam to jump into them and flail around? did they laugh despite knowing they’d have to rake it back up? did Maggie ever dive into the rust-red leaves with him, pulling him into her arms, tickling him, laughing? did Nate watch the lights of his life play in the golden sun of autumn with a fond smile? did he join them, flopping back and hoisting Sam high above him? were they still finding leaves in their coats days and days later?
and what of those Halloween evenings? what of the golden sunshine in the early hours, the blazing reds and golds of the trees, the still-emerald green grass? what of the royal blue sky, fading dark and deep to velvety black as night descended? what of the crisp bite of the autumn breeze, the chill in the air that heralded the beginning of the season of scarves and mittens and hot cocoa?
what of the shouts of the older trick-or-treaters? what of the fake skeletons and spiders and bright orange-and-purple lights? what of the houses that went so over-the-top it was as though they had created their own little Halloween wonderland?
what of the streetlights, flickering on one by one, their stark yellow and white lights casting circles of clarity among the darkening rows of houses? of the ache of feet from walking too long on concrete? of the windows, golden and filled with silhouttes of the rooms inside, of the houses they passed?
what of Nate and Maggie, walking amongst all of this, Sam bobbing along beside them with a bag overflowing with candy and chattering away about everything from how cold he was to the best candies he found in his bag?
what of putting him to bed, wrapping him up in warm blankets and flannels against the growing cold, and peeking in his room in the dead of night, just for a moment, to see him sleeping, small and precious and peaceful?
and what of that final Halloween, when Sam was ill, perhaps growing ever weaker, and knowing that it might be his last?
what was his costume then?
what did they do, then? what did they do as they tried to make it the best they could, tried to visit all the houses he wanted, tried to make sure all his friends were with him, tried to get him the best candy?
(what was it like, knowing it would never be enough?)
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nlrpg · 3 years ago
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get spooky for the… HALLOWEEN FALL FEST !!
AS IS TRADITION all over the world, the autumn season brings in many people’s favorite holiday, Halloween! Though closed off in their own community in the campus, Nemean Lion would never miss an opportunity to celebrate a holiday with its members, especially one that always brings tons of fun in. It’s a crowd pleaser and always expected, but what would the spooky season be without a classic Halloween party? Get your costumes ready, demigods!
Though not very cold yet in Southern California, the weather is still nice enough for an evening party outside! The training grounds will be closed for the usual heroic and adventurous training that typically takes place, and will instead be the venue for the outdoor festivities. Set up as a perfect Fall Fest, with sunset colored leaves littering the grass and bales of hay for both decoration and seating and warm-hued string lights hung up around the grounds, residents can hang out all day on Halloween taking part in the pie contest, apple bobbing, a corn maze, hay rides, or the pumpkin carving station. There are of course vendors from The Rec handing out treats, drinks, and meals all day!
The campus sets up candy stations around all the buildings for the fewer younger ones to get the chance to trick-or-treat in the afternoon, but for the rest of the mostly adult population of NL, they wait til the sun sets for their fun. While the training grounds’ autumnal festivities will be open all day and night, the Lounge will open up at night to offer a spookier party for all of age members of Nemean Lion. Though it’s not explicitly the plan, the Lounge always ends up looking like a rager by the end of the night, with music blaring, alcohol flowing (they try their best to card people, alright), and all the kinds of fun wild demigods can get into. There’s the annual costume contest too, with categories for singles, couples, and groups, so get creative! With all the resources, godly powers and usual NL mayhem at their disposal, just how spooky and crazy can they dare to get?
read below to catch all the ooc info!!
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Hi everyone! We know it’s cliche, but we couldn’t possibly get through Halloween without throwing a party! This event is a little simpler this time around, just a lovely Fall Fest with cute activities for your characters, and of course a raging Halloween party to get a little crazier at.
In character, the even will take place all day and night on Halloween, October 31st! Out of character, the event will begin October 29th at 12:01am pst, when everyone will be free to post starters and threads for the event. Though, of course you can begin plotting and posting graphics and costume at any time! We’ll keep spooky season going through to the next month, and the event will end November 19th at 11:59pm pst, when we’ll ask everyone to stop posting new starters, though you can always finish your threads whenever you want!
If you guys have any questions, please let us know, and we can’t wait to see everyone’s costumes!
please tag your posts nlevent004 !
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There was a peach orchard just outside the little town I grew up in and my favorite thing was going out and picking bushels at the end of summer. What seasonal/harvest activities do the ROs + August like to do? Who knows the locations of all the wild blackberry/elderberry/blueberry bushes? Who likes going to the pumpkin patch? Who's always down for apple picking?
Seasonal activities are a must in a town like Willow Creek!!! Everyone is 100% down for adventures like this but specifically...
King: Loves a good orchard!! Somehow always manages to pick the best ones
Charlotte: Harvesting her veggie garden is a yearly highlight for her and everyone lucky enough to get full baskets left on their front porches 🥦🫑🥕🍆🍅
Kit: 10/10 would get lost in a field of corn with you, no maze required
Santiago: Loves to bake or cook with whatever is in season at the moment (usually whatever Charlotte has too much of)
August: Makes the best jams and jellies probably ever and had a sixth sense about the best places to find wildberries
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nadiris-hq · 3 years ago
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          𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀'𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝒁𝑬
Enter the corn at your own risk. This night time adventure will take Nadiris City on a wild ride of dead ends, twists & turns, confusion, mayhem. And to top it, off guests will be stalked by our devilish, artificial projections of corn stalkers, lifelike demons to haunt maze goers along the ride. Holograms will span over 5 acres of horror and hauntings to last until the night hours.  
            𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕? 𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆.
AT THE CORN MAZE:
Guests will set out on a strict walking path unlike anything they have ever experienced. Holographic simulations will allow for an all-immersive experience, not only in 3D but in 4D as well. Glasses, contact lenses, or the option of temporary cybernetic implants will be offered for enhanced viewing and special maze exclusive night vision. Guests will discover 10-foot tall crops as well as hidden scares within the maze. Be on the lookout for the world’s tallest scarecrow, a flying 40-foot cybernetic dragon, and more fantastic surprises built by artists from the Hamada Institute and Musashino Art University. 
Stadium seating will be closed. However, plenty of vendors and concessions will be located at the base level in various sections of the building, including many of Nadiris’ own small businesses.
DATES:
The corn maze will be open for three full weekends, October 15th —17th, October 22nd — 24th, and October 29th — November 1st.
HOURS:
Event opens at 8PM and closes 1AM.
ADMISSION:
Tickets will be sold online for 50 units a head and must be purchased online in advance.  Additional costs for refreshments and corn maze merchandise will be sold onsight with prices varying.  All tickets are non-refundable.
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gerbiloftriumph · 4 years ago
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The Silence Between Snowflakes
(also on ao3) ~ 6/8 - Fractals
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The instant Alexander dropped below the entrance hall floor, he started clawing at the slide, trying to dig his toes into the walls, the slide itself, anything. His gloved hands slipped uselessly off the walls, and he skittered and bounced like a ball on a track, slamming into sharp bends that he couldn’t see in the dark. There were no footholds, no handholds, no outcroppings, nothing, and by the time he’d shook off the pain from crashing into another curve, there was no curve to grip (not that the slick walls would have afforded him any sort of leverage had he been prepared, anyway).
He didn’t know where this track was going, and he didn’t think it was anywhere good, and he wanted out. He wanted out right now.
Claustrophobic, shoved into a tiny, dark space, punishment for breaking a cup. Stretched and pulled like taffy for forgetting to wash a plate. Battered and bruised and frightened and angry and cold and tired and done.
He had rescued himself from Manannan. He would rescue himself again.
Fierce terror and anger rose in him, and he forced the emotions together, channeled them into what little fragmented magic he knew, and he snapped his fingers. At first, nothing, and he did it again, and again, muttering half remembered words he’d stolen from Manannan, and again, until finally the magic caught in his fingertips, and heat poured from his hands, and he slammed against the wall, and it melted away before him and sent him screeching down another road, one he made himself, and the new melted tunnel vanished beneath him and he felt himself falling, falling—but he saw in the split second before impact that he was probably going to land on something softer than the floor.
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Normally, Graham liked mazes. Hedge mazes were lots of fun, he thought, and he’d always been fond of the corn maze Royal Guard Number Two organized every autumn. Even better when there were puzzles scattered around, just to make it extra tricky and entertaining.
But normally he wasn’t freezing to death, and normally he could see the sun, and normally he knew what the end goal was. Knew there was a way out. This one probably had a way out, but it didn’t seem to be following any rules, and he was starting to doubt. He felt like rooms were circling around, sending him in every direction aimlessly. He’d tried going through left-most doors, but then he’d gotten confused and turned around in a couple of the larger emptier spaces and now had no idea where he was headed. He was sure he’d already been in some of the rooms, corridors entwined and intersecting. There was an overall slow downward slope to his route, like he was going deeper into the castle, and he wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted.
The place seemed to be falling apart, too, perhaps a consequence of the castle moving and jarring against itself as it settled. He had to scramble over huge ice blocks and squeeze past fallen pillars. Had to find keys to doors that were locked before him and locked behind him again. None of which was an easy feat with his wrist entirely frozen over and his elbow starting to stiffen and his head starting to feel foggy (from the cold of the room or the cold of his arm, who could say). Strange carvings in the walls leered at him. Tunnels narrowed until he was hunched over, or swooped out so that his footsteps echoed around him.
He hadn’t found any signs of life. Just statues and sculptures that made him wonder if his curse had a solution at all. Distressingly realistic humans carved of clear blue ice, in all manner of dress and features, scattered the rooms. Reaching, cowering, curled up broken in pieces on the floor. He had the oddest sense they were watching him, moving when he wasn’t looking at them.
Sometimes, there were sounds, but mostly they were of the sinking ship ice-creaking variety that made him think the place was going to fall down on top of him.
Take this new sound, though. It was perfectly chilling. Sounded like someone screaming, but muffled by layers upon layers upon layers of ice, a fractured sound in the walls. Until, quite suddenly, it wasn’t muffled, and the ceiling opened up into a slushy hole, and Alexander, flailing, dropped out of it, landing on top of Graham. The two collapsed in a tangled heap of cloaks and scarves.
Startled and unwilling to immediately accept the presence of Alexander in this icy prison, Graham instantly slipped into the babbling safety of terrible jokes. “Aaah, ice to see you, son, but this is snow place for a prince. We’ve already had fall, you know. I winter why you’re here. Have you snowflaked on your mother? That’s a cold thing to do, you know.”
Alexander stared wild-eyed, uncomprehending. Frost slicked back his hair.
“Ah, sorry, not the time.” They stood a little unsteadily, and Graham leaned back to look at the tunnel Alexander had apparently blasted open. “That’s...” he struggled for the right word in his alarm, “impressive.” He glanced at his son, and he quickly smoothed his expression into bland kingly interest. “Could you explain why you’re here and not safe in the castle where you should be?”
“We were worried,” Alexander said, still breathless, still staring up at what he’d done. He knotted his fingers together. “You hadn’t...you just left, and we couldn’t...we had to come.”
“We?” The floor seemed to drop out from beneath Graham. “You’re not going to tell me your mother and sister are here, too, are you?”
“Um.”
“Valanice is here? Of her own volition? No one invaded Daventry Castle or forced her to come or anything, she decided on her own?”
“Yes.”
“Ohh, shining stars.” He was in trouble.
“You just left,” Alexander repeated defensively. “We weren’t going to leave you to freeze.”
“I’m not going to freeze.” And there was a sharp note of anger in his voice, he realized, a snap that he wasn’t sure if he meant or not.
Alexander looked like he wanted to argue, and his eyes were on Graham’s arm (which was definitely colder, definitely locking up, definitely aching), but all the fight went out of him. Especially after hearing the frustration in Graham’s voice, the words choked in his throat. Arguing wasn’t something that came naturally, not after Manannan’s treatment. Not after Graham’s irritated tone. Whatever he’d been going to say or do just...stopped. He hovered on the front of his toes, like a bird trying to take flight, and could do or say nothing more than that.
Graham sighed, and then smiled at his son, apologetically, gently. “Nothing like the Crackers for snowballing right into danger. I’m surprised Number One didn’t send you back.”
“We didn’t see him. We, um. We think something happened to him.”
“Hmm?”
“It looked like there’d been a fight. They were gone. All of them. We never even saw them.”
And that felt like a slap. Graham blinked. The castle had been empty, lonely. No human was here, he would have bet his adventuring hat on it. And yet. He glanced at the ice sculptures leering at them, wondering if they’d crept a little closer while he and Alexander were talking. Maybe not that empty after all.
But they couldn’t leave the way Alexander had come, that was clear. The hole was high above them, perfectly glossy with smooth ice, reflective as a mirror. And Graham wasn’t sure which direction he’d come from, now. His head was getting fuzzier, his thoughts starting to splinter. Going back wouldn’t do them any good: his own slide down into the maze was long and cold and slick and behind a series of locked doors by this point. They’d have to go forward. If only he knew which way forward was, and if only he could guarantee there was a way out in the end.
He’d been distracted by Alexander and news of Valanice for a few minutes, but the pain of his arm was coming back at double strength, slicing through his thoughts, a pain that pulled his attention in every direction and made him feel all the more helpless. Useless.
He rubbed at his frozen wrist, staring at the gaping hole above them. It really was something incredible. Alexander had blasted it with some sort of heat, but the slush had already refrozen into sharp, cruel icicles dangling above them. Deadly. Magic, deadly. His arm, deadly. He wasn’t at all sure he liked his son knowing how to do something Manannan could do. Magic. What if it killed Alexander just as soundly as it was killing Graham?
He drew himself up, took refuge in his knightly training and kingly history, found the confidence he needed to project. Regrettably, it sounded like chilly annoyance when he spoke: “We must find Valanice, Rosella, and the guards. We’ll figure things out as we go.” He chose a direction and set off, praying to all the stars that he wasn’t backtracking.
~*~*~*~
Gwendolyn spent the day trying to find Gart, and Gart kept avoiding her. Every time she thought she saw him down a hall or in a room, he managed to get away from her. She wondered if Aunt Rosella had taught him about all those alcoves and tunnels that she had liked to hide in as a child, and she wished she knew the castle as well as he did. Gwendolyn had grown up in the Green Isles, as far away from here as it was possible to get, and hearing Grandpa’s stories about the secrets of Daventry’s castle had sparked her interest.
But she knew she wouldn’t get to discover the twists and turns of the passageways. Gart was right about that. She would be going home soon, and he would stay here, learning to be a good king.
Her father Alexander had relinquished his claim on Daventry’s throne long ago, changing the line of inheritance to Rosella’s family. Gwendolyn knew it was because he’d fallen in love with her mother, Cassima of the Green Isles, and had submitted to her authority and rule on the other side of the world. He loved it, loved the little islands with all their characters and abilities and interests, loved the smells and the sounds and the feel of the place. Loved Cassima.
He had found a home, in the end. Gwendolyn couldn’t help but wonder if it was meant to be her home, too, or if, like her grandfather, like her father, she was meant to wander, to find something to call her own. She didn’t begrudge Gart’s inheritance, not even a bit, but she was jealous of his confidence that this was where he belonged. That he had so much trust in his future when she was questioning so much. When she wanted what was best for everyone, best for both countries, both families, both lives…but wasn’t sure how her happiness fit into the equation, too. Which made her feel guilty; she had so much good in her life. She didn’t deserve these doubts.
And yet. And yet, she doubted and worried and fussed, nevertheless, which just made her feel all the more guilty.
This was why the stories mattered so much. The stories were a way to explore and learn safely, to carve a road to decisions. If only Gart would listen to the stories, too.
Or if he would at least stop running away from her. She bit her lip, tugged up her hood, and hurried down another passageway, his name burning her throat as she called again and again with no response. Feeling lost in the labyrinth of the castle, not at all sure which way to turn next.
~*~*~*~
Royal Guard Number One shivered. “I hate being cold,” he muttered. His teeth chattered so hard that it sounded like he said every word twice. He was sitting on his helmet since that was warmer than sitting on the ice block chair that had been provided, blowing puffs of smoke as he tried to keep his fingers limber. Not that he had his sword to swing anymore, which made the exercise mostly pointless. Even with his quilted padding, even with his scarf and earmuffs and mittens and everything, he felt like he was turning to ice as solidly as Graham was.
He didn’t even have the others to huddle with for warmth: those strange living sculptures had easily determined he was captain of the little operation and had hastily separated him from the rest of the Royal Guard. He’d blinked away the cobwebs and shadows and pain just in time to find himself being flung face first into a frosty little cell. The door had slammed and locked behind him while he extricated himself from a snowbank.
In the distance down the hall, he had been able to make out No2 shouting something before being silenced, accompanied by an angry crack of ice against metal, and then...nothing after that. No sounds from his men or ice guards. Just the chilly creaking of the castle’s walls. He tried shoveling his way out (surely this place was no different than the pretend castles he had helped Rosella build when she was a toddler, a snow castle you could kick your way through in a pinch), but the blocks of ice were as hard as any actual dungeon wall he’d ever faced.
“I’m getting too old for this sort of nonsense.” He wondered how the others were getting on, and very much hoped they hadn’t been split up. Especially poor Larry, who possibly shouldn’t have been allowed to come considering how his bad arm locked up if it got too cold. Hopefully he and Kyle were together. If any of them had been hurt, those ice monsters were going to catch hell from Number One.
He had to get up and try to find another way out. He knew he did. But it was just so cold. In a minute, maybe, he’d stand up. If his knees weren’t frozen in place. For now, he blew on his fingertips again.
There was an incredibly loud crash from outside his door. It sounded like someone had knocked over a tray of glasses, shattering every single one on the floor and then stomping on them for good measure. He sprang to his feet, reaching instinctively for the sword he didn’t have, as the cell door swung open.
Princess Rosella leaned against the door frame, grinning at him. Around her, the anxious faces of the other royal guards appeared.
“Having trouble, Number One?” she asked.
“Not anymore, Princess Rosella.”
She handed him his sword, and he buckled it around his waist without looking at it, visually checking over all his men instead. They looked rattled, frost limning their uniforms, but otherwise all were accounted for, all seemed safe. He nodded sharply, satisfied, and marched out of his cell with his helmet tucked under his arm. Ice crunched beneath his feet like shards of glass.
“Ice guards,” Rosella said dismissively. “Not paying a shred of attention. Easy to break, turns out, if you can get them to hit the ground right.”
“Might I ask how you’re here, Princess Rosella?”
“You might,” she said, playing along as drily as him, and then she broke character by snickering.
Rosella, Alexander, and Queen Valanice (ohh, shining stars, if the queen was here then they were in trouble) had found Graham missing (No1 wasn’t even remotely surprised, just annoyed) and had hurried to the castle, where they’d been promptly trapped (meaning he couldn’t send her home, so don’t even try to order it, she insisted). They hadn’t found the king, or the royal guards, but they had found nasty little trap doors inside the hall, which split everyone up. Rosella’s slide had sent her bumping and shrieking with laughter down, down, down into what was probably a dungeon cell but which had been recommissioned into a breakroom by whatever minions this castle supported. Someone, likely not an ice guard, wasn’t pleased with all the snow around, and had made up a straw nest for taking naps in. She'd fallen into this nest, unharmed and giggly.
The cell-turned-breakroom was at the far end of a long series of twisting tunnels, made of dark blue and black ice that reflected her shadowy shape back at her. Her explorations went entirely unnoticed by anyone for a good long while. She’d eventually found the rest of the guards cuddled together in a heap of armor and scarves and gloves behind a locked door, and they’d hastily explained what was going on.
Armed with expectation, she wasn’t surprised when she saw her first ice guard, and she deftly dodged and slipped through the tunnels and open cells until she found the keys she wanted. It had been a feat worthy of anything her father had ever done on any of his adventures to sneak the keys out from the guard room unnoticed by the strange magic creatures. It had involved a bit of string, her tiara, and one of the windup Battle of Wits miniatures she had been carrying in her pocket from an earlier game with Alexander.
A sight to behold, totally memorable, a proper shame no one else had seen it. She gathered up the keyring and hurried away.
She had been unlocking the Daventry team door when the ice guard spotted her. It rushed her, grabbed her, and she would have been completely done for, adventure at an end—if the key for the cell hadn’t already been in the padlock, and if No3 hadn’t been turning it the rest of the way, and if the rest of the royal guards hadn’t burst out to protect their princess. The lone ice guard didn’t stand a chance.
Most of the sculptures from this dungeon area were now fuming behind locked doors, and a few more troublesome ones were now so much chunked ice, blue shreds of animation magic rising like steam before disappearing.
“Easy,” Rosella finished.
“Excellent job,” No1 said. He bowed to her, as befitting royalty. And then they exchanged a very complicated handshake that ended with a spectacularly silly fist bump and the two of them leaning back-to-back. No1 straightened quickly and gave an imperious glance over his men, silently suggesting that if anyone spoke of this moment again, they would be docked pay. “Now then. I imagine King Graham has ended up in some sort of unpleasant trap as well. Princess Rosella, would you perhaps like to assist in another rescue?”
“Always.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder, pointing down one of the long dark blue halls. “I heard the strangest noises coming from that direction. I didn’t check it out without backup, though—thought you’d be proud of that. We should probably investigate.”
“A fine idea. Shall we?”
“Let’s shall.”
~*~*~*~
The maze was definitely deteriorating. Walls sagging, pillars crunching. Perhaps the weight of the castle was heaviest here, pressing down on the honeycomb of tunnels. Maybe it was something to do with its movement, takeoffs and landings shaking things loose. Graham was vaguely certain he hadn’t been here before. But only vaguely. The rooms still looked about the same, the only difference being the types of statues leering at them, and his head was getting fuzzier and the pain of his arm was starting to pound in his ears in time with his heartbeat.
Graham dizzily recognized that Alexander had started taking the lead, but Graham was too preoccupied to say anything much about it. He was focused on his hand, cradling his arm, careful not to bump it against the debris and ice blocks strewn around the rooms that Alexander was pushing out of their way. Sometimes, Graham thought the ice blocks could have been moved a little faster. He almost said so, that anger rising in his chest again, a cold desire to hurt, but then decades of diplomatic leadership kicked in and he realized what he was about to say. He bit down sharply on his tongue and turned a snarky critique into a vague compliment, but then he was back to quietly moping and not paying much attention.
His teeth were starting to chatter as the ice snaked up his body. He yanked his cowl up higher, trying to trap warm air, to do anything to help. It didn’t help at all. Alexander kept glancing back at him, which made the puzzles take even longer, his fingers made clumsy by hesitation and uncertainty.
This room was different. Someone had shoved straw in the corner, between pillars and the wall and some ice blocks, making a sort of sleepy nest to sit in that was warm against the perpetual chill of the labyrinth. A hideaway, Graham thought, and that made him smile a bit, remembering how much he’d loved to hide in Triumph’s stable when he wanted away from everything. The scent of hay was comforting, and snapped through his bleary disinterest, made him stand straight and be aware of his surroundings again. Whoever had made up this little comfortable bed had access to the maze through a tunnel splintered through the wall by a fallen pillar. They must have taken an ice pick and made the tunnel just barely wide enough for someone to squeeze through single file.
“Ah. A short cut,” Graham said. “I’d bet that’ll take us out of the maze and into more inhabitable rooms.” Hopefully warmer ones, too.
Alexander nodded, inspecting the scrapes and scratches marring the narrow tunnel walls. The two men squeezed through the tunnel, which narrowed and widened and pressed and pulled. Alexander looked queasy and Graham’s arm ached, but they wriggled through without too much difficulty.
As hoped, this area felt considerably more lived in and used. The chilly silence of the maze was behind them. Graham could hear something metallic clanging and echoing nearby. He smiled at Alexander, pleased to have escaped. He pushed open a door—and walked into the center of a crowd of goblins.
There were probably two dozen rock goblins standing around. Most were clutching shovels and were in the middle of scooping snow out of huge hampers and wheelbarrows and into icy furnaces belching snowy clouds up huge chimneys. Some had ice picks, to break up heavier chunks of snow. All of them had scarves and hats and mittens dragged over their armor. Every head turned, and every eye was on Graham and Alexander, and the door swung shut behind them with a click, and Graham mumbled, “Oh. Zards.”
The goblins spun their shovels and held them like spears. Apparently, they didn’t have their real spears with them. The ones with the ice picks still looked as threatening as ever, though. All approached, slowly, encircling the two intruders, hemming them away from the door (not that there was anywhere to go—back into the maze wasn’t a real option). Their helmets revealed not a single emotion, and Graham stepped back unconsciously, swallowing. He’d run into goblins a handful of times since his awful experience in his twenties. They were part of Daventry, like the squirrels. And, like the squirrels, they had their own ruler. There were treaties. There were rules.
But goblins had never been the sort to follow rules.
Something sharp pressed against his shoulder blades, and he froze. It was a shovel, surely, but sharp and heavy enough to cause serious damage, and wielded by a spearmaster. He would never forget the pressure of a spear held against him, and it sent him spiraling back, back, back, and he felt young and inexperienced and out of place again, at a loss to defend himself and his friends. But this time, it was his son at his side, looking absolutely petrified with an ice pick point tickling his ear.
That couldn’t stand. His son had faced enough. Graham wouldn’t let anything hurt him now, not if he could help it. Graham’s fuzzy resolve hardened and he stepped forward, in front of Alexander, his good arm raised to defend, forcing his cold anger in his chest to help instead of hurt.
One of the goblins stepped forward to match him. It wore a hat with a fluffy white bauble sewn onto it, perched almost rakishly over its helmet. Goblins all had uniquely designed helmets, and this one’s forward swooping curl sparked a memory... “I remember you,” he said to it, sternly. “You stole my adventuring hat.” And had been one of the more enthusiastic ones when it came to flipping Graham upside down and shaking him hard to knock loose contraband in his prison cell—he'd had that goblin’s grip imprinted as a bruise on his legs for a month.
If it were possible to see expressions through those helmets, Graham thought the little fellow would be grinning. It swept itself into a low bow, flipping the multicolored scarf it wore like a lady’s ballgown skirt. Definitely one of Acorn’s scarves, Graham decided: he was sure he could spot the little artisan tag sewn near the ruffle. At least one mystery had been solved. Possibly more. Those were probably Amaya’s ice picks.
The shovel that had been at Graham’s shoulders swung low and the shaft whacked the back of his knees. He fell forward, landing hard on his knees. The same thing must have happened to Alexander, because he too fell with a startled cry. Graham remembered this, knew what would come next. Now that he was at the goblins’ level, they’d pull out the rope, bind his hands behind him, and march him away for stars knew what purpose.
But the goblins were chittering amongst themselves in their scratchy language, and there was a general movement of bodies and weapons as something new approached. Something hard clamped down on Graham’s shoulder, on his arm, as tight as a manacle and absolutely freezing. He looked up, startled, and Royal Guard Number One stood above him, entirely utterly horribly frozen through like Graham’s frozen arm, his icy cold hand grip—no, wait, not Number One. The mannerisms were wrong, the uniform just a touch off kilter.
Sculpture.
A living sculpture.
Who would possibly want ice guards to look like his Daventry ones? Well, everyone, honestly, Graham thought with a vague touch of glowing pride. No1 had trained the very best. It wasn’t surprising at all that someone would imitate that glorious Crimson Colada uniform for their own regiment. Even if this example of it was a little...abstract and malformed.
Which, he slowly realized, meant that whoever lived in this castle knew Daventry. Or at least had seen his royal guards before, knew of their uniforms. But who? How? Why?
What else did this ice castle have? If a yeti had walked around the corner walking a herd of wedzels on leashes, Graham would have thought it much more sensible. What next? Sentient scarves? Talking cats?
The goblins looked annoyed, like they’d lost something fun they’d been looking forward to playing with, shuffling back with fingers drumming on shovels and picks. Multiple ice guards hauled Graham and Alexander back to their feet, their hands digging like claws into the captives' shoulders. No need for further restraint, not with these things holding them.
The ice guards barked something at the goblins, and they skittered and scattered, rushing back to work. Their language was odd, brittle, and...backward? It somehow seemed reversed. But the goblins had understood well enough, and were back with their shovels, frantically scraping huge piles of snow into the furnaces, in seconds. As the ice guard harried and hustled the two royals through the room, past the bustle of workers, the king watched the furnaces. He was thinking of blizzards, of clouds heavy with snow, of a center to the storm that appeared to be coming from a single point. Number One may have been right after all.
Another ice guard, apparently there to watch over the goblins and prevent laziness, snapped something, and the goblins scurried to work faster. The last thing Graham saw was the forward-curl goblin straining under a very heavy load of snow, whimpering something unhappily. And then Graham and Alexander were dragged out of the furnace room and propelled along corridors and stairs, past alcoves and curtains and cheerless rooms, heading up, up, up, toward the center of the castle and the tower that loomed over everything.
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