#allegra chant

[lyworth]

you can't let your height stop you from looking the mean, sassy slytherin (who's a little cute, maybe) in the eye

A little sign of life sketch! I miss drawing my sassy blonde frienemies-to-lovers duo 👉👈

[galaxiasgreen]

hi galaxiasgreen i love your work ! a cruelty vivid and sweet is my favorite ominis fic ever and ive read it so many times its almost canon to me xD <3 so i was wondering if you had any recommendations of ominis x mc fics or ominis writers that you enjoy? thank you so much

Anonnnnn thank you so much!! That's a big honour, I'm so pleased you enjoy it 💚💚💚 And very happy to offer recommendations too!

Disclaimer, I mostly read on AO3 and not entirely sure if everyone or every fic is on tumblr, so I'll link to AO3 for now :)

If you haven't checked out @lyworth's fics you MUST. Green is the Colour is her most famous work and would highly recommend if you like sassy Ominis, a sassier MC (Allegra Chant marry me), insane plot and the romance! The ROMANCE!!! And all incredibly written too. Would also highly recommend A Song of Saints and Sinners, if you want an original story set post-Hogwarts, and my personal favourite of her work, 1 New Message.

If you want something closer resembling the game storyline with a touch of angst may I recommend Levaaah's Dark Hearts, Bright Wings, which features a Muggle-born Slytherin navigating the goblin rebellion while also developing big feels for Ominis? Sublime. Delightful. Sad but in a tasty way. This series is finished as well as sadly they don't write for HL anymore, but still an amazing group of stories.

I would be REMISS if I did not mention @sloanesallow's incredible Ominis/MC work I Know Places; post-Hogwarts mystery-solving, with a reserved Hufflepuff Muggle-born MC Sloaney and an Ominis that makes me dhdgdhskghd. Literally got me into reading for HL. Also one of the most fantastic writers in the fandom. Every sentence is publishing quality. Top shelf stuff.

Anything by spaceyaceface; they mostly write oneshots as well as other pairings, but in particular You Were the First is one of my faves. You will develop feels for Ominis in this one. Just the first line, "When Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell slowly" makes me swoon.

And finally by heartsof_theround, their twoshot The Illustrious Prodigy Painter. Ominis learns to paint. It is extremely wholesome and I think about this fic all the time. One of my all-time faves.

I'm also shouting out @ps-cactus's Shades of Silver Lining which I have yet to read (I'm an extremely slow reader rip) but having seen snippets of their work I think will be worth your time as well!

Hope you enjoy these Anon! Thank you for your support 💚

[rypnami]

MC Quidditch Teams!

(apparently you get notified if a post you're mentioned in is updated so if you are getting this notification again, sorry about that!)

this is the masterlist for the HL quidditch team universe!! it will be updated and switched around and such as more people join! ❤️

i figured we needed a more fandom-wide community and don’t we all have a soft spot for quidditch?

OPEN POSITIONS: Slytherin reserves, 2 Gryffindor beaters, Gryffindor seeker, 2 Ravenclaw chasers, 2 Ravenclaw beaters, Hufflepuff captain, 2 Hufflepuff chasers, 1 Hufflepuff beater

Slytherin

Captain: Imelda Reyes

Chasers: Imelda Reyes, Cassian Malfoy ( @saibugslegacy )

Beaters: Elsie Byrne ( @rypnami ), Chayton Duffey ( @rats-n-runespoors )

Keeper: Ellie Crawford ( @accio-bagel )

Seeker: Theon Ridley ( @saibugslegacy )

Reserves: Sebastian Sallow (Beater), John Stonehenge (Beater, @tinylittleobsessions ) William Hawke (Chaser, @sammiesunkara ) Pola Bielecka (Seeker, @infernalrusalka ) Val Black (Chaser, @savingsallow ) Ombeod Black (Seeker, @ombeodblack )

Gryffindor

Captain: Phillip Prewett ( @rypnami )

Chasers: Lenora Shore ( @lenorashore ), Raegan DeRosiers ( @hazyange1s )

Beaters: Theodore Lewis ( @smile-arigatou ), Evangeline Sterling ( @writingsoftarnishedsilver )

Keeper: Asher Bloomingdale ( @mostboringcrossover )

Seeker: Claire Fox ( @n0va25 )

Reserves: Jamie Ambrose (Seeker, @rypnami ), Leander Prewett (Keeper), Allegra Chant (beater, @lyworth )

Ravenclaw

Captain: Mousey McGregor ( @sparxyv )

Chasers: Eleanor Porter ( @endless-starlight-legacy ), Weiss Starling ( @pikadrawsthings )

Beaters: Eleanor Knightley ( @slytherinsomniari ), Alex Hayoung ( @acslytherpuff )

Keeper: Mousey McGregor

Seeker: Milena Chase ( @sparxyv )

Reserves: Danny Gibson (Seeker, @catohphm ), damien evans (chaser, @theladyofshalott1989 )

Hufflepuff

Captain: Avania Chase

Chasers: Arthur Dankworth ( @tinylittleobsessions ) Avania Chase ( @starry-slithers )

Beaters: Jaimsen Hisui ( @leaping-toadstool-caps )

Keeper: Althea Moonlace ( @amethystandemma )

Seeker: Tori Lewis ( @espressoristretto-patronum )

Reserves: Gilbert Blythe ( Seeker, @honeybadgerdontcare394 )

[rosella-writes]

ro ro ro I see we're in a solandra sexual tension mood tonight >:] how about some low hanging fruit for those two: [ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

Thank you!!! I took this one in a direction I didn't expect to take it lol but I had fun. For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Solas x Cassandra Rating: T Tags: Winter Palace, drunk flirting, Cassandra knows at least three languages

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Seeker Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast, Right Hand of the Divine, Hero of Orlais, seventy-eighth in line to the Nevarran throne, was drunk.

Solas, the elven serving man, guided her away from the crowd, presumably to her quarters before she embarrassed herself — or, at least, that's what Cassandra assumed. Solas decided not to tell her that likely no one would notice that the celebration had gotten away from her. There were far more interesting things going on in the wake of the Inquisitor's success in saving Empress Celene.

In the empty hallway on the way to the Inquisition's rooms, flushed and with her jacket half-unbuttoned, Cassandra grasped Solas's hand and held it to her heart.

"Do you feel it thundering?" she asked. "Fit to burst."

When he blinked at her and lowered his eyes to her mouth, she assumed she'd said something shocking by mistake. She said it again — only when he responded in broken Orlesian did she realize what she'd done.

"My heart," she said in Trade, laughing — she cut off with a snort. "I am fit to burst. Je suis désolé, I spent so many years in court that I —"

A fit of hiccups wracked her, and Solas grasped at her hands.

"I did not know you spoke Orlesian."

They tottered down the hallway together, a pair of unsteady friends that leaned harder and harder on the other as they went. Solas was drunker than Cassandra had initially thought.

"Pfft," Cassandra scoffed. "I served Justinia and Beatrix for so long I nearly forgot my native tongue. When I talk in my sleep I am sure it is verse after verse of the Orlesian chant."

"I would like to hear that."

"Would you?" Cassandra giggled.

Solas's sly smile was broader than any she'd seen on him before — his cheeks were ruddy and his eyes were bright when he looked at her. He gestured to invite her through the door to the Inquisition's wing, but she would have to pass close enough to touch him to do so.

She sidled near, almost stumbling on the jamb, and recovered quite smoothly should she say so herself — she only rested her hand on his chest for a moment. He smelled of warm summer grass and heady, sweet wine. His mouth was near enough to kiss.

"I would like that very much," he murmured. When had his hand fallen upon the small of her back? "No matter the language that comes to your lips, asha'dirthar, I would hang upon every word."

Cassandra raised a brow, suddenly bold. She placed her hand back on his chest, near his lapel — she played slightly with a silver button at his collar. "Would you really have me quote scripture to you? I could choose the most abominable verses."

"Must I repeat myself?" he chuckled. "I would hang upon every word."

She raised her hand to his chin. The eyes that had so intently watched her fluttered closed. She traced a fingertip along his jaw, to his chin — the pad of her thumb paused just before she teased his bottom lip. A puff of air passed through his teeth when she let go, as if he'd been holding his breath.

"Come with me," she murmured, speaking now in her Nevarran mother tongue. "If you are as intent as you say, you may hear more than scripture tonight from my lips."

She let him go — she passed through the doorway, leaving only her scent in her wake.

Solas seemed to pause only for a single breath before following close behind her.

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Music names | adagio. adria. adrian. adriane. allegra. aretha. ari. aria. ariah. ariane. arianthe. arietta. ariette. ariyah. arrieta. aurear. cabeletta. cade. cadena. cadence. cadentia. cadenza. canta. cantata. canto. cantrelle. capella. cappella. carmya. carol. celesta. chante. chord. chordelle. chordette. chordiene. claire. clarion. corissande. crescenette. crescenne. cresciene. demi. dolce. dolcette. dolciene. dolciette. doremi. elvis. ensemblette. enslette. fillira. forte. grace. harmonette. harmonie. harmony. harp. harper. hymm. jaren. jazz. kadenza. karcsi. karoly. key. liron. lygia. lyra. lyre. lyric. lyrica. lyrical. lyricia. lyrika. madrigal. major. mavelle. mavis. medley. meliene. melodia. melodie. melodiette. melody. muse. musette. musine. nocturne. note. notesie. notesy. octavia. odelet. odelina. odeline. odelle. orchestrae. orchestraette. orchestraine. ottava. phillira. philomella. philyra. piper. ramone. reed. reena. rhapsody. rhythm. riff. rina. ronen. serana. shirina. sonata. sonatina. sonatta. sonette. song. songbird. songette. songstress. sonia. sonnet. stanza. symphonia. symponiette. tamber. treble. viola. violette. violiene.

Pronouns | acoustic/acoustic. alto/alto. bari/bari. bass/bas. beat/beat. blue/blue. bop/bop. brass/bras. caro/caro. chord/chord. cla/classical. clef/clef. coda/coda. con/certo. contin/uo. contra/alto. contralto/coda. cou/rante. count/country. dirge/dirge. disc/disc. doe/dor/doremi. dub/step. duet/duet. duo/duo. elec/electronic. en/core. euph/euphonium. flu/flute. folk/folk. for/forte. forte/forte. fugue/fugue. ga/votte. har/harp. hip/hop/hiphop. hymn/hymn. ind/indie instru/instrument. ja/jazz. jam/jam. ke/key. key/key. la/lala. listen/listen. ly/lyric, lyr/lyric. lyric/lyric. mel/melo/melody. mello/mellohi. melo/maniac. melody/melody. metal//metal. metro/nome. mezzo/mezzo. mic/mic. min/uet. mor/endo. morendo/morendo. mp3/mp3. mu/muse. mu/muse/music. mu/music. muse/muse. musi/music. music/music. noc/turne. noe/note. note/note. oct/octave. ode/ode. operetta/operetta. ora/torio. oue/vre. over/ture. paean/paean. percussion/percussion. pi/piano. pia/piano. pitch/pitch. play/play. punk/punk. quartet/quartet. radio/radio. rap/rap. re/prise. reprise/reprise. requiem/requiem. rhy/rhythm. rhythm/rhythm. ro/co. rock/rock. rococo/rococo. rondo/rondo. sere/nade. sing/sing. sing/song. ska/ska. so/nata. soe/song. soe/sonnet. sol/sola. solo/solo. song/song. soprano/soprano. soul/soul. string/string. strum/strum. strum/treble. symph/phony. symphony/symphony. synth/synth. tempo/tempo. tenor/tenor. timbre/timbre. tone/tone. tre/treble. treble/treble. trill/trill. trio/trio. tu/tune. tune/tune. vi/vio/violin. voca/loid/vocaloid. voca/voca. voca/vocal. vocode/vocode. voi/voice. waltz/waltz. wave/table. wave/wave. wood/wing.

MUSIC NAMES ⌇　adagio.　adria.　adrian.　adriane.　allegra.　aretha.　ari.　aria.　ariah.　ariane.　arianthe.　arietta.　ariette.　ariyah.　arrieta.　aurear.　cabeletta.　cade.　cadena.　cadence.　cadentia.　cadenza.　canta.　cantata.　canto.　cantrelle.　capella.　cappella.　carmya.　carol.　celesta.　chante.　chord.　chordelle.　chordette.　chordiene.　claire.　clarion.　corissande.　crescenette.　crescenne.　cresciene.　demi.　dolce.　dolcette.　dolciene.　dolciette.　doremi.　elvis.　ensemblette.　enslette.　fillira.　forte.　grace.　harmonette.　harmonie.　harmony.　harp.　harper.　hymm.　jaren.　jazz.　kadenza.　karcsi.　karoly.　key.　liron.　lygia.　lyra.　lyre.　lyric.　lyrica.　lyrical.　lyricia.　lyrika.　madrigal.　major.　mavelle.　mavis.　medley.　meliene.　melodia.　melodie.　melodiette.　melody.　muse.　musette.　musine.　nocturne.　note.　notesie.　notesy.　octavia.　odelet.　odelina.　odeline.　odelle.　orchestrae.　orchestraette.　orchestraine.　ottava.　phillira.　philomella.　philyra.　piper.　ramone.　reed.　reena.　rhapsody.　rhythm.　riff.　rina.　ronen.　serana.　shirina.　sonata.　sonatina.　sonatta.　sonette.　song.　songbird.　songette.　songstress.　sonia.　sonnet.　stanza.　symphonia.　symponiette.　tamber.　treble.　viola.　violette.　violiene.

PRONOUNS ⌇　acoustic/acoustic.　alto/alto.　bari/bari.　bass/bas.　beat/beat.　blue/blue.　bop/bop.　brass/bras.　caro/caro.　chord/chord.　cla/classical.　clef/clef.　coda/coda.　con/certo.　contin/uo.　contra/alto.　contralto/coda.　cou/rante.　count/country.　dirge/dirge.　disc/disc.　doe/dor/doremi.　dub/step.　duet/duet.　duo/duo.　elec/electronic.　en/core.　euph/euphonium.　flu/flute.　folk/folk.　for/forte.　forte/forte.　fugue/fugue.　ga/votte.　har/harp.　hip/hop/hiphop.　hymn/hymn.　ind/indie instru/instrument.　ja/jazz.　jam/jam.　ke/key.　key/key.　la/lala.　listen/listen.　ly/lyric, lyr/lyric.　lyric/lyric.　mel/melo/melody.　mello/mellohi.　melo/maniac.　melody/melody.　metal//metal.　metro/nome.　mezzo/mezzo.　mic/mic.　min/uet.　mor/endo.　morendo/morendo.　mp3/mp3.　mu/muse.　mu/muse/music.　mu/music.　muse/muse.　musi/music.　music/music.　noc/turne.　noe/note.　note/note.　oct/octave.　ode/ode.　operetta/operetta.　ora/torio.　oue/vre.　over/ture.　paean/paean.　percussion/percussion.　pi/piano.　pia/piano.　pitch/pitch.　play/play.　punk/punk.　quartet/quartet.　radio/radio.　rap/rap.　re/prise.　reprise/reprise.　requiem/requiem.　rhy/rhythm.　rhythm/rhythm.　ro/co.　rock/rock.　rococo/rococo.　rondo/rondo.　sere/nade.　sing/sing.　sing/song.　ska/ska.　so/nata.　soe/song.　soe/sonnet.　sol/sola.　solo/solo.　song/song.　soprano/soprano.　soul/soul.　string/string.　strum/strum.　strum/treble.　symph/phony.　symphony/symphony.　synth/synth.　tempo/tempo.　tenor/tenor.　timbre/timbre.　tone/tone.　tre/treble.　treble/treble.　trill/trill.　trio/trio.　tu/tune.　tune/tune.　vi/vio/violin.　voca/loid/vocaloid.　voca/voca.　voca/vocal.　vocode/vocode.　voi/voice.　waltz/waltz.　wave/table.　wave/wave.　wood/wing.

[namesetc]

Musical Fem names

requested by anon!

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Allegra

Arietta / Arrieta

Aria / Ariah / Ariyah

Aurear

Arianthe

Cabeletta

Cadence

Capella / Cappella

Carol

Celesta

Cadena

Cadenza

Canta

Cantata

Carmya

Chante

Corissande

Demi

Fillira

Harmony

Hymm

Harper

Jaren

Jazz

Key

Kadenza

Karcsi

Karoly

Lyra

Lyre

Lygia

Lyric

Lyrica / Lyrika

Lyrical

Lyricia

Medley

Melody / Melodie

Mavelle

Mavis

Melodia

Nocturne

Ottava

Octavia

Odelet

Odelina

Odeline

Odelle

Phillira / Philyra

Philomella

Piper

Rhapsody

Reena / Rina

Sonata / Sonatta

Sonatina

Song

Stanza

Serana

Shirina

Tamber

Viola

[cristina-landi-wingobia-art]

Cristina Landi, Gioconda, grafite su carta, mm 290x225 , Serie " Vita Contadina", Firenze Il suo nome era Antonietta, ma tutti la chiamavano Gioconda per il suo essere sempre allegra, serena e per il suo dolce sorriso. Una vita passata nei campi, la sua famiglia, il lavoro e la preghiera scandivano il passare dei suoi giorni vissuti sempre con un lieto sorriso sul volto: un'anima semplice e gioiosa, un caro ricordo della mia infanzia. Cristina Landi, Gioconda, graphite on paper, mm 290x225 , Series "Peasant Life", Firenze  Her name was Antonietta, but everyone called Gioconda for being always cheerful, serene and for her sweet smile. A life spent in the fields, her family, work and prayer chanted the passing of her life lived always with a happy smile on her face: a simple and joyful soul, a fond memory of my childhood.

[galaxiasgreen]

CUTIESSSSS!!!

I'm alive! Please enjoy these lil sketch-doodles as a pre-treat for March 22, 2024 (The birthday of my first Ominis x OC fic 👀)

[otherworldly-realms]

Could you just imagine waking up to the sounds of best friends cheering each other on?

Tim, Rohan and Jake, chanting simultaneously: Lads! Lads! Lads! Lads!

MC: *chugging down a carton of milk*

Rohan: Oh my days, she’s doing it! She’s doing it!

Jake: If she passes out…

Tim: GO, GO, GO, BRING THE VILLA DOWN!

MC, slams the empty milk carton down: LADS LADS LADS LADS

Tim and Rohan: Pool dunk! Pool dunk!

MC: Chest bump! Chest bump!

Jake: Easy, easy.

Jen: Aw guys, this is sweet and all but it's 5 a.m.

Allegra: Shut the fuck up.

Talia: So that's where the milk disappears to.

Miles: I hate cereal without milk.

Mason: Just use orange juice, that's what I've been doing.

Levi: Horrendous.

[dandelionflower]

Felinette where after 10 years the school reunion happens but Mari and Felix are at the hospital since Mari is giving birth. At the reunion Lila tries her lies about Mari but the birth of Mari and Felix's kid is going live since Mari is a famous designer and Felix is her model.

[send me Felinette prompts/requests]

“Hey, girl!” Alya hugged Lila, grinning bright. “Guess who got herself an interview with Jagged Stone’s son last week?”

“You mean Shatter?” Lila smiled at her, voice softening like when a mother consoles a child. “He’s such a sweetie, isn’t he?”

“It’s Shawn, but yeah.” Alya grinned at the memory.

The wedding between Penny Rolling and Jagged Stone has happened when they were all just fourteen, and Shawn was born that next year.

The year Lila told them about her lies.

She admitted that she had lied about her trips, her connections, and being Ladybug’s friend. The only truth was knowing Jagged Stone, but that was because he was her godfather, not because she saved his kitten.

She was bawling on the floor, begging for forgiveness that the class surely gave.

Alya was twenty-nine now, and her journalistic pursuits were thriving, just like everyone else.

Rose had become a highly esteemed business woman, and Juleka was modeling so much, you couldn’t look at a magazine kiosk without seeing her face.

Ivan was a well-paid bodyguard for Mylene, who had gained fame by protesting all sorts of environmental atrocities. They had broken up after they had turned seventeen, but rumor had it that those old bonds were slowly repairing themselves.

Alix had become a famous rollerblader, breaking a record for fastest cross country time and took up ice skating; she was going to the next Olympic Games.

Kim was now the most wanted stuntmen in the world, for his lack of fear and uncanny ability to not die from heights.

Nathaniel and Marc parted ways as they went to different colleges, but were still in contact. Nathaniel often called Marc when the storyline for his comic book seemed a bit off and Marc would gladly tell him that the author was just being an idiot.

Max and Sabrina, amazingly enough, got married; they completed their medical doctorates together and, once they made enough money, went back to college to get degrees in technology and math for Max and philosophy and psychology for Sabrina.

Together, they found the cure for cancer and Sabrina ended up writing a bestselling self-help novel, Henchman: just one good friend isn’t always enough. Max had patented his AI technology and Markov got his own talk show.

Adrien was working with Child Protective Services and other organizations to help children in bad situations. His father’s company took a massive tank after Hawkmoth’s reveal and Adrien did nothing to keep it afloat.

Chloe took up acting. She was well known for her amazing performances of evil queens, heinous witches, terrifying stepmothers. She, of course, took it all in stride.

No one really knew what Lila or Marinette were up to, finding out was probably the reason most of them were here.

And Nino...

Nino was living life happily as a popular song composer with his daughter Harley, the daughter Alya missed with every passing day.

She shook her head. Now wasn’t time to dwell on recent events, now was a time to look back at the past and reminisce.

“Have you seen Marinette? I’ve been wondering what she’s been up to these past ten years.” Alya commented, barely noticing Lila stiffen up. “You too. I gave you my number for a reason, you know.”

“Yeah, but I lost my phone in the trenches and you know how bad my memory is.” She laughed, batting her hand in the air.

“Yeah, I do. So tell me now; what about trenches?”

“I’ve been doing some peace talks, you know, nothing big.”

“Like Mylene was?”

“...yeah, like that. Just on a slightly larger scale.”

“Larger than stopping the Third World War? Dang girl.”

“I’ve also been doing some acting in foreign films and donating my extra time to children in need.”

“Like Chloe, Kim, and Adrien!”

Her eye twitched. “So, is Marinette coming, or is she...”

“She’s definitely coming. She wouldn’t miss a class reunion for the world.”

“Are you sure, because I saw her not too long ago today and she didn’t seem to prepared.”

“She’s coming.” Alya spoke firmly.

“Hi Alya! Hi Lila!” Rose jumped in and hugged them both tightly. “Have either of you seen Mari? I need to give her congratulations.”

“Congratulations? For what?”

“She got married a while back! I was really busy though, so I wasn’t able to go to the wedding. Her number changed too so I couldn’t call her either.”

Alya frowned. She hadn’t gotten any invitation.

“She got married?” Lila gasped. “But who was that man she was kissing in the coffee shop?”

“That was probably him; I don’t know him well, but I remember him being blond.” Rose grinned.

“Are you sure? He seemed pretty red headed when I saw them.” She pressed her hands to her face. “You don’t think...”

“Lila, come on. Mari wouldn’t cheat on her husband.”

“Yeah... we’ll just talk to her when she gets here.” Lila agreed. “If she gets here in time.”

“She will.” Alya nodded, reassuring Lila with a smile.

For some reason, she didn’t seem too certain.

—

Hours passed and everyone had given a speech on the stage, all but one.

“Where could she be?” Alya hissed to herself, texting Marinette again and again only to get a message declaring her number inactive.

“Maybe she’s just not-“ Lila was cut off when Alya held up her hand.

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

The sound of feedback filled the room and every head turned towards the stage, where Miss Bustier was standing.

She looked almost the same, with her red hair in a bun and her crisp pale blue pantsuit. The signs of time were still there, though, in the wrinkles around her eyes and the sparkling grey at her roots.

“Hello class!” She paused and listened to them cheer. “We’ve heard all of your accounts of your school years, and now it’s time for your class president to have a word.”

Chatter filled the air, each person turning to look for the blurnette.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see her!” Rose squealed to Juleka. “I need to get her new number.”

Juleka glanced sideways at her. “She’s been texting me for months.”

“What?” Rose scrolled through her phone and stopped. “Oh! Here it is! My phone is set to block unknown numbers.” She clicked a button and grinned as she made a new contact for her, with lots of emojis.

“Where’s Marinette?” Someone yelled. “Shouldn’t she be here?”

“I’m afraid Marinette had some prior engagements.” Miss Bustier clicked a pointer to a projector. “But, luckily, we are able to see exactly what it is.”

Light funneled out of the projector and the class was treated to what looked like a home movie.

It was in a hospital, but one boys face overtook the screen. He had on a blue striped shirt and a cheeky smile.

“Hey ma peeps! For those of you just joining us, I’m Claude...”

Another boy popped up in a green beret. “And I’m Mercury.”

“...and this is the livestream of the birth of a demigod!”

Sabrina and Max rose their fists and started chanting, “Elise! Elise! Elise!”

Ivan and Mylene glared at them playfully and started their own chant. “Dean! Dean! Dean!”

“What are they talking about?” Alya whispered to Rose.

“Didn’t you know? I just found out, it’s-“ she was cut off by a familiar voice coming from the speakers.

“Claude, I swear, if you don’t turn off that camera right now...”

The camera panned to a blue haired woman lying in a bed, a platinum blond man by her side.

“Sorry, Madame Culpa-Dupain-Cheng,” he laughed as Alya gasped inside the gymnasium, “you’re bedridden, so I’m not afraid of you.”

“Felix is still here.” She pointed out, leveling a finger at the camera. “Felix, get ‘im.”

The blond looked somewhere behind the camera’s field of view and made to move, but stopped as Marinette shouted out in pain.

“Felix,” she panted, after the screaming ceased, “I just want you to know that I love you, but I am never doing this again.” She looked up at him and received an amused grin.

“Fine by me.” He kissed her temple and Claude spoke again.

“You heard it here first folks! The legendary child, the only of its kind!”

She glared at him again. “Felix, if you don’t mind.”

“It would be my pleasure.” He began rolling up his sleeves and began walking towards Claude with a brisk pace.

“Uh, Claude?” Mercury, spoke with a nervous lilt to his voice.

“Well, that’s our live secret look into the birth of the legendary child of famous designer Marinette Culpa-Dupain-Chang and her photographer Felix Culpa-Dupain-Cheng!” Claude opened the door and hurried out. “Comment below on what you think the gender of the legend child will be and what the parents should name them; Claude Junior...”

“Or Mercury Junior!”

“Or the great Allegra the second?”

“Guys?” Adrien stood up from where he was sitting next to a blonde woman in a braid and a darker haired woman. “Is everything okay in there?”

“In there, fine, but out here?”

“There is a man on a mission behind us and that mission includes the removal of our tongues.”

“Better keep running, then.” The dark haired girl shouted, not even glancing up from her phone.

“Indeed.” Felix’s voice came from close behind the camera.

Both Claude and Mercury shrieked and began running down the hall once more, the other girl beside Adrien laughing while shouting, “Get ‘em good Felix!”

Alya stood stock-still, staring at the black screen.

Marinette is having a baby.

Adrien and four strangers are there for it.

She got married.

I didn’t know about it.

Lila said she saw Marinette today when she’s clearly been in the hospital all day, and is obviously in love with that Felix guy.

Suddenly, the fact that no one else but Rose, the sweetest person in class, had been talking to Lila was making a whole lot more sense.

@virgil-is-a-cutie

[2sunchild2]

The Remnants

Guess the show lol

Lowkey not v happy w/ it but I wanted to post something

Long ago, in a time long forgotten by mankind, magic ruled over all. Witches and wizards were seeing aiding and cursing people. Giants roamed the lands. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts and ghouls alike, haunted the night. Humans themselves were gifted with the supernatural power. But only four weld the most powerful magic of them all.

Blessed by the gods, four maidens were given a specific power, each one corresponding to a season of the year. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. Many seemed them out, to use and manipulate for their own selfish needs. They managed to kidnap one of the maidens, unaware of the chaos that soon followed. Pain and destruction washed over the world. Death loomed over every kingdom, house and family.

Upon seeing the destruction caused by the four maidens, the humans decided their magic was too strong and powerful to be contained. They had found and killed off the other three in hopes that it would rid the world of their power.

The gods were furious when the humans presented the corpses of their blessed chosens, they cursed mankind, stripping them from their magical abilities, and they promised, the four maidens’ magic will live on, impossible to erase, merely transferred from one woman to another.

The humans, upset by this turn of events, began opposing the gods in every possible way, which only angered the deities more. They wiped the world clean of living beings, disgusted by their creations and, in a beam of divine light, they left the depressing planet, leaving nothing but two moons, one of which had begun to break apart.

We are the remnants of what once was, of what will never be.

——————————————————————

Punch.

Punch punch.

“You know, you should really wrap your hands, this isn’t healthy,” Chloe leaned on the doorframe and crossed her arms, “You could seriously get hurt.”

Punch.

Punch punch.

“Oh, so we’re in a ‘Shut up Chloe I don’t feel like talking to you’ mood today?”

Punch.

Chloe tilted her head sideways and hummed, “Hmmm, I wonder what Kagami will say when she sees you punching the life out of that bag with your bare hands.”

The punching stopped. Marinette let her hands rest at her sides and took deep breaths, in a desperate attempt to regulate her breathing again. How long had she been in the gym? One look at her bruised hands and she knew the answer. Too long.

“What is it Chloe,” she asked the blonde, not bothering to look back as she grabbed her bottle and slowly drank the cool water, enjoying the feeling of it going down her throat.

Chloe sobered up and walked over to the blue-haired girl, grabbing the medical kit on her way. She sat Marinette down and began to gently work on her bruised hands. She could feel her teammate’s impassive gaze.

Chloe took a deep breath, “Fu called,” she watched her friend’s other hand twitch, “he said he’s expecting us to report on what’s happening with the winter maiden… and if she’s being targeted,” she put the now bandaged hand down and began working on the other one, “he wants us to meet with him at Dupont.”

“Is Kagami aware of this?” Her friend asked, checking the bandages on her hands. Chloe gave a nod in reply. Marinette got up and stretched her arms out, “well then, it seems Dupont is getting a visit from a few old students.”

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“Agreste,” the blonde man turned around to see his general at the door, “Are you aware of the stop we have to make at Valentino?”

Felix nodded, “The kingdom of Love is harboring the winter maiden, is that correct?”

His General nodded firmly, “You and I will be escorted to Dupont to discuss this matter with Master Fu,” at the sight of Felix’s scowl, the general continued, “he’s a respectable man, Felix, he knows what he’s doing. I’m willing to give you an hour to pack before we depart.”

“Yes, father,” Felix whispered to himself father the general left. He looked out his window, to see the breathtaking view of the snowy kingdom of Arise. He sighed and left to pack his bags, at least he will be reunited with his brother, even if it were for a brief moment.

——————————————

Adrien had been chatting with Bridgette when it happened. They were walking along the courtyard when he noticed Arise ships landing at the port of the school. He stopped talking and stared at the ship, seeing the drone-soldiers march out while being led by the general, though he was only hoping to see one face.

“Felix!”

He grabbed Bridgette by the arm and began racing towards the stiff blonde who just exited the ship, chanting his name over and over again. Saying Bridgette was confused would’ve been the understatement of the century. Who is this man? And why does Adrien know him?

They slowed down as they neared the man, “Felix!” The blonde boy yelled again, causing the other to turn his way. Adrien walked up to him, smiling like he’s been offered all the presents a fifteen-year-old boy could ask for.

“Adrien,” the man replied with a nod, “how have you been?”

Adrien beamed, “Well, I’m at the top of my class in monster theory, I’m in the top five ranks for—”

“No you dolt,” Felix whacked the boy upside his head, “I asked how you’re doing, not what ranking you are. Are you eating well? Are you getting enough sleep?” Felix led the boy towards the school entrance, questioning his brother in his well-being, if he’s enjoying his classes and if he’s made any friends.

Adrien smiled and gestured to Bridgette, who had been silently following them, “This is Bridgette! She’s the team leader!”

Bridgette jumped and tried to address the older man formally, “I… uhh…” she curtsied clumsily, almost falling over, “merry— uhhh, very! Nice to make… your… acquaintance? Sir?”

Felix raised a brow at the girl, “This is the famed leader of team Miraculous?” Bridgette sweat dropped.

“That was my aunt… uhhh, we’re team Prodigious,” Bridgette answered hesitantly. Bridgette glanced over to see Allegra waving are her and muttered a quick “excuse me” before leaving. Felix merely gave her a nod and kept walking, the drones following close behind.

That is, until one of their heads were ripped off their body and thrown on the ground.

“This is what you call a high tech super soldier?” A rough feminine voice called out, causing Felix to stop in his tracks. He turned around and glared at the woman.

“Do you know you just destroyed Arise military property?” He questioned, his voice low and dangerous, “I could have you arrested.”

The woman let out a laugh and took a swig from her flask before replying, “what are you gonna do sweetheart? Sue me? A bunch of stuck up pussies.” She laughed out loud, the two other women she came with decided to let her have her fun before they attended business.

Felix glared at the blue hard woman and unsheathed his sword, “Say one more disrespectful thing about us, and I’ll cut off your tongue,” his piercing blue eyes narrowing as she flipped her hair, showing everyone the scar on her left eye.

“Make me.”

—————————————

Adrien couldn’t believe his eyes, this woman, though beautiful he had to admit, had come out of nowhere, destroyed Arise property, challenged his brother and was now dueling with him. She had pulled out a yo-yo of all things, but then she pushed a button and it became a glowing staff.

They circled around each other for a moment, waiting to see who would strike first, and all the woman had to do was smirk for Felix to lose his temper and strike.

They had been fighting for a good two minutes already, there was a crater in the courtyard and rubble littered the stone floor. She was skilled, he had to admit, but Felix had strict military training, he should be capable of winning.

Bridgette heard the sound of an explosion in the courtyard and ran back to check if Adrien was okay. She saw him at the front of the crowd and, while struggling, she pushed through to get to him.

“What’s going on?” She asked him breathless.

“Some crazy woman came here and challenged my brother! They’re dueling as we speak.”

Bridgette gave him an odd look, “really? Who’s he fighti— OH MY GOD THAT’S MY AUNT!” Adrien gave her an incredulous look and opened his mouth to reply but Bridgette, without meaning to, interrupted him, already invested in the fight, “Kick his butt Marinette!”

Adrien huffed, “Show her some respect Felix!” He wanted to support his brother, and he wanted him to win.

Marinette stood on one end of the courtyard, the opposite side to Felix, his stance was ready to pounce, he activated his aura and a dark wisp of shadows spreads from his right hand, to the rest of his body. Marinette’s smirks, but doesn’t activate her aura. She shifts her weapon to a scythe, her eyes never leaving Felix’s and then, she stops, shiftiest the weapon back to a yo-yo and placing it back on her hip, earring a disappointed boo from the crowd.

She raises her hand and beckons Felix to come closer, in a fit of rage he does, and almost strikes her with his sword before being stopped by a very stern, “Agreste!”

“But sir, she started it,” Felix argued. The general looked at his son before settling his eyes on Marinette, who simply raised her hands up in defense.

“He’s the one to struck first, sir.”

The general’s mood did not shift, “You are here for a reason Marinette, don’t waste your time on silly games,” he turned around, but stopped, “ oh and do bring your friends with you, you’re here in business with the master,” he began walking away and let out a rough, “Agreste, come.”

Marinette wanted to let out a retort but her arm was grabbed by her niece, “Aunt Mari! You’re here! You didn’t tell me your we’re going to visit! I missed you! Did you miss me?” Her face was mere millimeters away from her face, eyes wide in excitement.

Marinette let out a smile and ruffled her hair, “No.”

Bridgette laughed as she slid down her arm to the ground and looked up at her, “ Are you staying for long?”

“I’m just here on business honey,” Marinette crouched down ruffled the girl’s hair affectionately before getting back up, “ Don't get into too much trouble okay?”

————————————

“I still can’t believe you’re allowed to listen to this sort of information,” Felix hissed, not too pleased with the fact that he just fought (and technically lost) someone in the same rank as his father.

Marinette shrugged and observed herself in the elevator mirror, “Fu needs a man on the inside, we’re the best for the job.”

Before he could retort, the elevator door opened and the duo was met with the deadpan looks of Fu, Marinette’s teammates, Marianne and General Gabriel.

This looks promising, Marinette mused.

Tag list uwu: @thyladyanput @gloriafee4 @slytherinsheashire @realrandomposts

[princepestilence]

Podcasts that aren’t McElroy products:

(Shout out to @perennialsage for making me think of this!) This isn’t a slight on the McElroy family of products, of course--I’m a big fan too, and listen to The Adventure Zone and Wonderful! regularly--but when I was starting out listening to podcasts, they were all I knew and it took time to branch out and find other things I enjoyed. So! I thought I’d make a list of several non-McElroy podcasts that I enjoy a lot, in case anyone else is looking for new listening material.

The Polygon Show.

About: peripherally connected to the McElroys in that this is the official podcast of Polygon, but this podcast--while about gaming (mostly, sort of)--has Simone de Rochefort, Ashley Oh, Allegra Frank, and Chelsea Stark as hosts. Each week, they discuss what they’ve been playing/watching--and do a lot of goofing. Note: newer episodes seem to be receiving the same treatment as Polygon channel in general (more focused, less chaotic and silly than previous) but the charming personalities and thoughts are still there.

Genre: humour, pleasant personalities talking about their experiences, gaming and media. 

Length: 78 episodes currently, each episode typically 45 minutes to about an hour in length. Updates weekly.

Let’s Make a Music.

About: peripherally connected to Polygon in that this is the podcast of Brian David Gilbert (Polygon employee), his sister, and his bandmate. Each week, they create an actual song--that you get to listen to--largely out of prompts and suggestions from each other and people on twitter, often based around a word or theme. It’s funny and delightful and very clever; I’m blown away every time by what they manage to make out of total nonsense. Music is wizardry to me. 

Genre: humour, music, creativity, crowd-generated suggestions. 

Length: 41 episodes currently (unfortunately on hiatus), each episode between 15 minutes and half an hour long. 

The Hopeless Romantic.

About: a podcast about the queer romance genre--especially its tropes and its history, and the world of writing and publishing queer romance. The hosts are Amanda Jean and Austin Chant, both of whom have several years experience each in the industry and a lot of fun and interesting insights and anecdotes to share. A very casual but informative podcast that I’ve gotten a lot of enjoyment out of. (Used to listen to it mainly on trains or cooking dinner in the evening).

Genre: queer fiction and media, creativity, humour, professional development.

Length: 40 episodes (ended), each episode about an hour long. 

Faculty of Horror.

About: a podcast by horror fans (and academics), Andrea Subissati and Alexandra West, about the horror genre. Together, they dissect and discuss films, focusing on a particular theme or topic, and provide relevant readings along with every episode. Not a most favourite podcast of mine, but definitely one I’ve listened to a lot and gotten a lot out of! 

Genre: horror (please note: sometimes audio from films is used, one time I was in the bath and they played a scene from the Babadook and some of my candles went out, it was A Lot), informative, academic, film and media. 

Length: 67 episodes currently, episodes range from an hour to up to two hours in length. Updates monthly. 

Critical Role.

About: a storytelling podcast about Dungeons and Dragons, featuring a cast of professional voice actors as DM and players. Split into two campaigns, but  since I’ve only listened to the second one, I can only comment on that--and my comment is that it’s good! It’s a much more “serious” form of D&D playing than The Adventure Zone, but still with a lot of charm and comedy. I always come away from listening to it wanting to play D&D and similar myself. 

Genre: D&D, humour, storytelling, fiction. 

Length: oh boy. Two campaigns, one finished, one ongoing. Episodes can be up to four hours or so in length. Updates weekly. 

Lore.

About: a storytelling podcast about folklore, specifically the spooky, unexplained, horrific, and supernatural elements of folklore and urban legends. In each episode, Aaron Mahnke recounts a well-researched historical/folkloric event or occurrence, accompanied by beautiful, haunting music. One weekend I listened to it basically non-stop in my apartment all alone and scared myself absolutely silly. 

Genre: horror, ghost story, storytelling, history, informative. 

Length: 107 episodes currently, episodes are about half an hour each. Updates weekly.

Harry Potter and the Sacred Text.

About: pretty much the only Harry Potter related media I enjoy anymore. Not just tolerate, but actively enjoy. This podcast explores the concept of reading a text as sacred, using Harry Potter as the chosen text. Vanessa and Casper read a chapter each week through a particular frame (such as forgiveness), discuss religion and fiction and spirituality, relate through anecdotes, and generally be pleasant people with a lot of insight and hope to share.

Genre: fiction, religion, thought-provoking,  pleasant personalities talking about their experiences. 

Length: up to book five, episodes are about half an hour to 45 minutes each. Updates weekly. 

Be The Serpent.

About: a literary discussion podcast of three published authors who talk each episode about a different fascinating topic in fiction, using a few texts (novels, fanfiction, film, television series, it’s all fair game) as their central examples. They link a lot of extra reading material in the notes of every episode, and I come away every episode feeling both more intelligent and wildly envious that I didn’t create this podcast myself, because I wish I did. It’s wonderful. 

Genre: fiction and media, creativity, informative, professional development, thought-provoking, pleasant personalities talking about their experiences and work.

Length: 22 episodes currently, episodes are about an hour each. Updated fortnightly. 

[sharkeysnight]

@allegra0 tagged me to put my music on shuffle and post the first 10 songs!! except im doing 20 bc allegra did 20 and this game is so fun fbdnsns 1. i believe in father christmas by emerson, lake & palmer 2. the end. by my chemical romance 3. strange days by the doors 4. this is the song (good luck) by punch brothers 5. another tricky day by the who 6. idle worship by paramore 7. tears of rage by the band 8. bell boy by the who 9. storms by fleetwood mac 10. bouree by jethro tull 11. golden belt by t. rex 12. blinded in chains by avenged sevenfold 13. burning bridges by pink floyd 14. one vision by queen 15. the battle of evermore by led zeppelin 16. spacewalker by depeche mode 17. after the ordeal by genesis 18. chant of the ever circling skeletal family by david bowie 19. dragon attack by queen 20. the little white road by donovan im tagging @dissintegration @leadmeoneternally @dalliscar @johnpauljones @afigay if yall wanna and anyone else who sees this and wants to!!

[morelikeravenbore]

screaming externally and internally

Ominis and his troublesome girl 🫶

[kittymaverick]

If anyone needs them, here's the transcribed version of the entire bloopers

Tunon: The chaos you’ve sown everywhere is unacceptable. You cast yourself so far outside the established order, and I [Record scratch] I can’t—I just CAN’T EVEN DEAL WITH IT.

Sound cut: *Beep beep*

Barik: I’m a weapon bond to you only by duty. No freaky deaky.

*Beep beep*

Lantry: Point taken. I will make no note on the subject for the time being, except for what happened to my accent. [Cough]

*Beep beep*

Eb: The Archon’s more fragile than I susspe— speh, speh speh speh.

*Beep beep*

Graven Ashe: [Maniacal cackle] Oh you putting big words out there!

*Beep beep*

Barik: [Voice cracking from desperation] I would be out of this armor if I could do this!

*Beep beep*

Nerat: Ever the loyalist. Prepare yourself for a second cage, Barik the Di— Barik of the Dithfavored. Phlaffuring Fuckertash!

*Beep beep*

Barik: Get up, girl! [Sobbing] He was… the most human… of all of us— Spock!

*Beep beep*

Eb: Considering all the things that don’t think to bother you the slightest, I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like getting o— I’m kin— I— Mm— [To the side] hmph! Reading.

*Beep beep*

Verse: The last thing I need or want is a hug from the shambling junk keep— Junk huuuuuurrrrgggghhhhhhh. [Disappears off screen] Junk, heap. Junk heap, okay.

*Beep beep*

Nerat: We will have your bones fashioned into a sceptre, you skin knotted into a belt, and your tongue fed to crav—feh—heh— I’m good with the words speaking.

*Beep beep*

Sirin: Fatebinder! It is always such a pleasure to speak with you. [To voice director] Do I sound sarcastic? [Laughs]

*Beep beep*

Nerat: Good ear, young fatebinder! When the Vendrini guar— Vendrinen guard, VenDRIEN gua— Vendrien—fuck my life!

*Beep beep*

Tunon: The court may never recover from this blow, but at least I can seek some final satisfaction out of you, and NOW I understand the line better!

*Beep beep*

Sirin: Goodbye, Fatebinder. [Snaps fingers] I, AM, OUTTIE.

*Beep beep*

Eb: The band is too small to be a serious threat to the Dissfavored or the Chorus— [chuckles]

Valerie Arem: Darn it! The Dithfavored! [Still laughing] Can, can we ju… it’s like a Pinky and the Brain line at this point for me! [Inhales, resets.]Urgh!

*Beep beep*

Verse: Classic example of the Overlord’s devastation, like a battering lamb that e— lamb? A battering lamb.

[Voice Director: I was just kinda thinking about, you know, deep fry— (???)]

Allegra Clark: Can you imagine instead of a battering ram, an actual battering lamb. Like a MEEEHH, bloop!

*Beep beep*

Eb: Now that I stand at the top, the only chant I will start is a chant of disarmament. I will not throw them into the charnel pit.

Valerie Arem: Oh! I— I s— totally faked it on charnel I was so glad I chased that I had no idea if that was how it was pronounced. [Laughs] Oh happiness! ^_^

*Beep beep*

Lantry: I think she has great potential. A dangerous amount of potential, to be blunt. The Scarlet Furries— Ha! Furies! Sorry! I’ve been at a convention.

*Beep beep*

Killsy: Thought would stalk small pack of sages near den place call Burning Library. But Sages b—[Stumbles on next syllable] fuck. Ahem.

*Beep beep*

Ashe: Perhaps another catastrophe that will punish our foes for hiding behind their [sudden change of tone] walls? [Cackles] I get to the—

[breaks character and laughs]

Kirk Thornton: I saw the question mark way to late! [Still laughing]

*Beep beep*

Barik: The Adjudicator certainly taught you everything he knows about being a inedebedeburdeBerDURpassthehand!

*Beep beep*

Lantry: What’s that, you say? Flocks of nubile lasses with an interest in old man who knows history? You need a definitive trectatus?— tracTAtus! Dammit! [inhales angrily] Urgh.

*Beep beep*

Sirin: You can’t be serious, Fatebinder. Don’t ask me to do this. [Prolonged gasp as Voice Director explains what is about to happen.] AURGH…. WHAT THE FUCK, MAN? This shit just got real.

*Beep beep*

Mark: Won’t have much of anything left once the Adj—Adjfucker— Shit! [Awkward tittering] One more time.

*Beep beep*

Lantry: Sustaining it, and if enough people fear it, even growing a beh- ahahoho, poo.

*Beep beep*

Nerat: You have exhausted your usefulness, and we will delight in tattooing our sigil on your fla— [garbled syllables] ong nyour nya nyer.

*Beep beep*

Barik: And the strength of our legion, is in— [Bumping sound] me hitting the mic stand, boomshakalaka.

*Beep beep*

Verse: You piece of shit! Do you know how hard I’ve work to sta—[strangled] uuuuaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhh. [Disappears off screen again.]

*Beep beep*

Lantry: Scholars hypothesize the Scourges are born of magic. The Oldwalls and their— oo, shit. Crech? Creché? [Voice Direction corrects.] Crèche? Crèche. Somebody’s gone to school… it wasn’t the actor.

*Beep beep*

Nerat: Graven Ashe and Tunon have allied against us! You conspire to rob of— duh pfft pfffft pffftttt… to man— amange you! That’s— [sputtering, angry and frustrated] ERGH!

*Beep beep*

Graven Ashe: [Sound of a grizzly bulldog shaking off water?] Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreh…Heh.

*Beep beep*

Nerat: That simpleton Ashe is no doubt sobbing in his porridge over the [sudden realization of self incrimination] soldiers we killed— fuck!

*Beep beep*

Tunon: Either the Archon of shadows has lost his once indomitable pow— prowers, in combact, eh dep…[breaks character]

Ray Chase: Even the typo, ah, make sense. Comapt!

*Beep beep*

Verse: The most we do for each other is try not to get the other one killed, which is more than you can say for morse— urgh, my gawd. [Slurring, then] RA GA GYA GYA GYA- okay.

*Beep beep*

Tunon: Master, if you’ll join me upstairs. [Blushing] I will pledge fealty to you in the lawful manner.

Ray Chase: I do not want to know what THAT is. [Everyone laughs]

*Beep beep*

Graven Ashe: Would Kyros’ mighty spymaster please enlighten this gathering of allies with some scrap of stratIA—GLURERrrrrrr!

*Beep beep*

Nerat: We are legion, and you cannot stand against [voice cracks] us all. That was a stumble, fuck.

*Beep beep*

Eb, or rather Valerie Arem: Geez god fuck I can’t say any of that!

*Beep beep*

Lantry: I don’t imagine Kyros leaves anything to mere confidence coincidence in-conscious and all the other words I thought was. [Checks.] Coincidence.

*Beep beep*

Sirin: Burgh! [Throttling] Ergh! Wow! Hey, I got… bronchitis, hey!

*Beep beep*

Graven Ashe: So I will start protecting the peers— petitia—

*Beep beep*

Lantry: General Grumps is the wiser choice. It’s patently obvious which Archon he is truly loyal to— well derp, poopy head.

*Beep beep*

Verse: Welcome back, ass [Also gets bronchitis] hole. Ergh! Ass HOLE, like HOLler.

*Beep beep*

Eb: Perhaps now is a fine time to test the reach of your Edict—s. Oh, Edict- Eh huh, uh huh…

*Beep beep*

Tunon: I once thought that Kyros was the sole Overlord. The notion of rising to her eshe— eke— ektelon…[resigned inhale]

*Beep beep*

Xander Mobus: “Fatebinder of reeking discharge”? We’re going right to the fart jokes!

*Beep beep*

Nerat: [Mockinglyl] Fatebinder of reeking discharge.

*Beep beep*

*Fart noise and effect*

*Beep beep*

Verse: Phew! I can spell you— spell. [Elatedly] I can spell!

*Beep beep*

Mark?(Nope! IT'S NERAT!): You’re gonna have to kill ALL of us, ‘cause you’re my number one guy… Sorry, full jack.

*Beep beep*

Verse: Of all my days running with the Chorus, I think I enjoyed Ass gang the most.

Allegra Clark: I’d wanna be in Ass gang! That sounds great!

[oltnews]

Kelly Clarkson sent singer Cedrice in a dizzying fall as she used her last flight to retire her from Blake Shelton's team in Monday's episode of The Voice.During the round of 16, Cedrice, a 28-year-old musician from San Diego, made an excellent cover of Rihanna's Love On The Brain, but lost to another competitor.Cedrice seemed resigned to leaving the show, perhaps thinking it was her last chance, as it had already been stolen once before, by Blake, 43, during the battle rounds. Last save: Kelly Clarkson used her last flight to keep singer Cedrice in competition in Monday's episode of The VoiceShe thanked the judges for `` raising '' her experience in the series and seemed ready to leave the scene when Kelly, 37, pressed her buzzer, silently saying: `` Love her! ''Shocked, Cedrice immediately burst into tears and covered her eyes, telling the coaches, "You have to stop doing this to me!" as she leaned towards the stage with gratitude.`` You are a brother of Jonas far from having the four coaches, '' cracked host Carson Daly, 46, acknowledging that Cedrice had started with coach John Legend, 41."Can I kiss you? Cedrice mouthed Kelly, who said, "Yeah! and stood up to kiss her. Stellar cover: Cedrice performed a cover of Rihanna's hit, Love On The Brain New coac: Carson Daly stood next to Cedrice as she reacted after being robbed by Kelly"I had to steal Cedrice because there is no one like her on the show," said Kelly, calling her "very peaceful, but very passionate, and just a great singer."Behind the scenes, she urged Cedrice to `` be excited '' about the show's upcoming live tours, which will take place in a few weeks' time due to social distancing amid the coronavirus pandemic.In rehearsals, Blake noted that Cedrice and her singer colleague Toneisha Harris, 44, had chosen songs from Rihanna, and that he could only keep one person in this genre. Mega mentor: Blake Shelton and mega mentor James Taylor worked with his singersBefore singing, Cedrice thanked Blake for stealing it during the battles, saying that she felt for the first time that she had another chance in life.James Taylor, 72, was touched by his gratitude and talent."Cedrice's voice is like Baked Alaska," he says, listening to her sing. "It is hot and very strong and it is piercing at the same time." Praise: “Cedrice's voice is like Baked Alaska. It's hot and very strong and piercing at the same time, '' said James. Popular choice: Toneisha Harris, 44, also chose a Rihanna song to coverCedrice dedicated her song to her partner Mark, a musician she called "the love of my life". Originally from Roswell, Georgia, Toneisha sang Diamonds for her late father, who instilled in her a love of music and whose presence she still felt around her. "Toneisha can have a voice as good as the one I've heard so far in this group of singers," admitted James, comparing her to 77-year-old Barbra Streisand and the late Aretha Franklin. Dedication of the song: Cedrice dedicated her song to her partner Mark, a musician she called `` the love of my life ''Before continuing, James helped Toneisha with her nerves, trained her to `` count to 50 '' and then to sing, a trick he used often and which promised to bring her back to her `` state basic ''.After she played, 27-year-old Nick Jonas told Toneisha that it made him "crazy" to see her sing, because he knew he couldn't do anything near what she had done.That blew up Blake into an excerpt from Nick's hit song, Jealous, which coaches often did on the show, after performing the song together on stage. Killed: After playing, 27-year-old Nick Jonas told Toneisha that it made him "crazy" to see her sing, because he knew he couldn't do anything close to what she had doneBlake finally chose Toneisha, calling her "leader from day one" who had been consistent in her performances, and Kelly then stole Cedrice.In another memorable moment from Monday's show, Allegra Miles from team Nick, 17, received a standing ovation for her bad mood, affecting the version of Sia's Chandelier.The teenager from St. John's, U.S. Virgin Islands, competed with 29-year-old Jacob Miller of Eden, Wisconsin, who did a slow cover of Post Malone's Better Now. Country star: Blake finally chose Toneisha, calling her `` leader from day one '' who had been consistent in her performances, and Kelly then stole Cedrice Standing ovation: in another memorable moment of Monday's show, Allegra Miles of team Nick, 17, received a standing ovation for her bad mood, affecting the chandelier version of SiaBlake thought Allegra could help Nick win The Voice this season, and his coach agreed, calling his voice "magical" and keeping him on his team. In his other round of 16, Nick pitted Arei Moon, 28, from Boston, against John Mullins, 32, from Nashville.Arie sang You Don't Know My Name by Alicia Keys in tribute to her husband, whom she had met ten years ago as a first-year student. University sweetheart: Arie Moon sang Alicia Keys' You Don't Know My Name in tribute to her husband, whom she met as a first year at university a decade agoMullins dedicated his song, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran, to Wendy, his 13-year-old wife, who had lost some of her memory and speech after a fall.After watching the two candidates on stage, the coaches were separated, John noting that he had sung relief voices on You Don't Know My Name, chanting, 'Oooh-ooh'."Hey John," shouted Kelly. "I have this song I need [background vocals] and since you are open to it…. I pay in hugs. Backup Voices: John Legend noted that he sang backup voices on You Don't Know My Name, crooning, 'Oooh-ooh'Nick was "in turmoil", trying to decide who to keep, but he finally chose Arei, whom he called "a superstar".He also took on a competitor from the John Legend team, using his last KO flight.John had arranged a puck drop between two of his four chair laps: Thunderstorm Artis, 24, of Haleiwa, Hawaii, and Mandi Castillo, 23, of San Antonio, Texas. Tough decision: Nick was "in turmoil" trying to decide who to keep, but he finally chose Arei, whom he called "a superstar"Mandi dedicated his cover of Stand By Me by Ben E. King to his friend Raphael, who was diagnosed with lymphoma in 2015 and only had five years to live."I just want him to remember that if the world falls apart and you feel like everything is taken from you, I will always be there," she said.Thunderstorm sang and played the guitar on a rendition of John's own song, Preach, which he said echoed his own approach to speaking of faith. Coach song: Thunderstorm Artis, 24, of Haleiwa, Hawaii, performed John's song, PreachThe young man, who also played drums, bass, piano and `` any percussion '' amazed on stage, but John went with Mandi, admiring his `` flawless '' vibrato and his way of `` dancing around the notes ''.Nick then stole Thunderstorm for himself, explaining, "I have had my eye on him from the start, and I am perhaps the luckiest man in the world for achieving this." Team Kelly's first knockout round included two singers `` with a wide and wide range '': Micah Iverson, 26, of Tokyo, and Tayler Green, 27, of Los Angeles. Sweet rendering: Mandi Castillo, 23, of San Antonio, Texas, played Stand By Me and was named winner by John, but Nick stole ThunderstormMicah sang the Halsey Cemetery, which allowed him to stretch vocally and emotionally, as it evoked memories of a relationship in which he `` was not treated well ''.James praised the fact that Micah was so "present" and Kelly suggested that he give the song "a dark and funky vibe", with James playing the guitar to illustrate his point."If Halsey hears this, she will lose her mind," said Kelly. Wide range: Micah Iverson, 26, from Tokyo, sang the Halsey cemetery, which allowed him to stretch vocally and emotionallyTayler filmed a sensual cover of Cyndi Lauper Time After Time, which Kelly helped to tweak and ended up loving so much that she swelled her notes and threw them away."It's Tayler's best sound on this show," noted Kelly. "She is in pain for days.In the knockouts, Kelly went with her `` instinct '' and chose Micah, feeling that he had been `` imaginative '' with his choice of song and praising his tone and his range `` incredible ''. Sensual cover: Tayler Green filmed a sensual cover of Cyndi Lauper's Time After TimeAnother Kelly competitor, Mandi Thomas, 33, of Memphis, then eliminated Anaya Cheyenne, 16, of Norwalk, Connecticut, with her stellar cover from Maren Morris' My Church.Competitors who had lost in the battle rounds also participated in a knockout.Todd Michael Hall, 50, of Blake of Saginaw, Michigan, sang Somebody To Love of OneRepublic, while Nelson Cade III, 27, of John of Anaheim, California, performed the best part of Daniel Caesar. Keyboard: 27-year-old Nelson Cade III of Anaheim, California, performed the best part of Daniel CaesarSamantha Howell, 19, from Virginia Beach, Virginia Beach, covered Always On My Mind by Willie Nelson, and Michael Williams, 18, from Mason, Ohio, Nick Nick, Calum Scott, You Are The Reason.The winner will be determined by fan votes and revealed on a live episode.The Voice returns with a special event next Monday on NBC. Classic song: Samantha Howell, 19, from Kelly Beach, Virginia Beach, Virginia, covered Always On My Mind by Willie Nelson https://oltnews.com/the-voice-kelly-clarkson-dramatically-uses-last-flight-to-save-cedrice-after-rihannas-stellar-cover-daily-mail?_unique_id=5e9ed390b310a