#also i have found a new thing i can do while waiting for owl.... i got minecraft pc version and i am obsessed 😔

[msmk11]

James and His Damned Owl

James Potter x gn!muggle!reader

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol, ornithophobia

Summary: Having a wizard boyfriend is strange to say the least. While it certainly has its perks, it also has its quirks… In particular, you’re not very much a fan of the magic world’s choice in pets.

Author’s Note: So you know how this type of fanfic is called self-insert, well this is the most self-insert fic I’ve ever written. Reader is me, I am a reader. BIRDS ARE SCARY, okay?! Anyways, this fic is the silliest one I’ve written so far and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy :)

Having a boyfriend who is a wizard is strange in a number of ways. Truthfully, when James first confessed his secret to you a few weeks ago, you laughed right in his face. It wasn’t until he pulled out his wand and literally started doing magic in front of you that you believed him. It’s safe to say you were in shock, and you’re not quite sure that feeling has faded yet. After James gave you a day or two to process the news, his magic usage around you went from 0 to 100. More times than you’d like to count, your mischievous boyfriend has scared the ever-loving shit out of you by randomly appearing in your home or on the street out of thin air. Now too, instead of walking or driving to your house like a normal person, James will randomly tumble out of your fireplace in a burst of green flames. Not only did you nearly die on the spot the first time it happened, but you’ve since bitched to James many times about how the soot he tracks in is ruining your very nice rug.

The moving pictures he has gives you the creeps, you find it laughable that he prefers using a quill and ink to a pen, and your head swarms every time James mentions some spell, potion, or magical creature whose name sounds like complete and utter gibberish.

But, despite your groans and whining, you do really think that James being a wizard is super cool. Like a child seeing a magician, you’re constantly begging your boyfriend to do different things with his magic so you can ooh and aah over them. When you found out James is an ani- animungal? Anamatronic?- the thing where you can turn into an animal, you were even more ecstatic. Admittedly, you may have once or twice begged James to assume his deer form so that you could ride on his back through the woods like some Disney princess probably would.

Magic has its perks too outside of your own personal entertainment. For example, now, instead of having to do dishes when one of the two of you cook dinner, a flick of James’ wand has them cleaning themselves. Other chores are now taken care of similarly, leaving you with a lot more free time to be with your lovely boyfriend.

This evening is one perfect example. After getting off work, you were surprised to find James waiting outside your office, a bouquet of pretty pink flowers in hand. The evening sun rested lovingly on his peaceful face so that his brown skin seemed to actually glow. It was a wonderful surprise and your trip back to his flat was much more pleasant than usual- defined by clasped hands swinging between you and teasing conversation.

The night only seemed to get better when you arrived at James’ place and were met with the delicious smell of garlic and pasta. The table was set nicely, and your two plates were already prepared, kept warm by the wonders of magic.

Things were perfect. Maybe a little too much so.

******

When you and James finish dinner, he stands and grabs your plates. Usually, you would protest- claiming that whoever didn’t cook has to do dishes- but you know magic will take care of it all. James then kisses you quick before taking a trip to the bathroom.

As you’re sitting at the kitchen table still, reveling in your full belly and nursing your glass of wine, your peace is rudely disrupted. With it being pleasantly warm out this evening, James had left the windows open. This seemed like a great idea until now- when a big brown owl comes swooping into the kitchen.

While anyone would surely be startled by the bird’s random appearance, you are especially so because you’re terrified of birds. The bloodcurdling scream you let out is akin to someone who is dying- but in your mind is appropriate for the situation at hand. A string of curses leave your mouth as you jump up and hesitantly back away from the owl perched on one of the kitchen chairs. You grope for the counter behind you, never taking your eye off the owl as you maneuver around the island to hide behind it.

Of course, your scream has resulted in a panicked James and shouts of your name. He comes barreling into the kitchen in only his shirt and boxers, wand at the ready. He whips his head around, looking for you and the supposed threat that caused you to scream. He calls your name again and your head pops up from behind the counter.

“Lovey? What is it?” He asks anxiously.

You whimper a little and, with a shaky hand, point at the big bird across the room. When James sees what you’re pointing at, he visibly relaxes and lowers his wand.

“Oh, him? That’s just Hootie,” he tells you casually, “Probably should’ve mentioned I have a pet owl.”

You stare at him in complete and utter shock then shrilly squeal, “How’d you forget to mention that you have a pet owl?!!”

James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and places his wand on the counter, walking towards you, “Well, I guess I didn’t really think too much about it. It’s very common in the magic world to have one, so I didn’t consider that it’d be abnormal. It’s just like having a dog in the muggle world.”

You don’t respond with any English, instead sputtering anxiously.

James crouches beside you, “So are you going to come out now? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You shake your head no aggressively and shrink into his side, “No way, Jamie. Birds are terrifying- with their big beaks and beady eyes. And who knows what diseases they carry- no offense.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arm around you and soothingly rubs your side, “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re afraid of birds.”

“Oh yes, very. Have been since I was five and a bird pooped on me at the zoo.”

You don’t miss the chuckle and small smirk on James’ face and huff, pulling away.

“It’s not funny Jamie! It’s a real fear!”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is a real fear. But it’s an irrational one, you know.”

You huff again and roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath. James then stands and stretches out his hands, “Here, why don’t you come meet Hootie and see birds aren’t all so bad.”

You hesitantly take his hand and stand. You slowly walk out from behind the counter and only make it a few steps before the damned bird shifts, ruffling its feathers.

You squeal again and let go of James’ hand, this time hiding behind his broad frame, “I don’t think I can do this Jamie.”

He turns around and looks at you softly before pulling you into a tight hug. You relax a little against his chest, but your eyes never leave the owl over his shoulder, “I believe in you, lovey. Why don’t you let me go first, to show you that Hootie won’t hurt you, and then we can try together, yeah?”

You hesitantly reply with an okay.

James lets go of you and turns around. He walks over to the brown owl easily and coos a little, petting its back softly as it nuzzles into his touch. The owl then juts its head out, seeming to be waiting for something. James, apparently, knows what this means, and reaches behind him to grab some sort of pellet out of the cabinet and feed it to the bird.

“Okay, sweetheart. Now why don’t you come over and give Hootie a pet.”

He walks over and grabs your hand. Your smaller one fits into his nicely and you grip onto it with a death-grip. The two of you slowly make your way over to the owl and stand beside it. You sort of half stand behind James while still holding his hand. Fingers intertwined, James slowly starts moving your joint arms out, “Ready?

You very slightly shake your head and then your palm makes connection with the soft feathers of Hootie. The bird stares at you with its big eyes and, like it did for James, nuzzles into your touch.

Some of the tension in your shoulders eases a little and you decide that maybe birds aren’t so bad.

As you pull away, James squeezes your hand gently, “See? You did it. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Just as you’re beginning to feel proud of yourself too, the owl shuffles a little and rotates its head 180, so it’s no longer staring at you. The range of motion it has terrifies you and you scream again, running down the hall away from James and his damned owl.

[rebelliousstories]

Resolutions

New Year/New Fics

Relationship: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,182

Main Masterlist: Here

Marvel Masterlist: Here

Summary: A new year draws near, and thus the traditions of resolutions that they now have to explain the concept of to an alien.

Consider Donating: Here

“Eddie, what are we doing?” A growl voice interrupted the man who was currently searching for… something. Even the symbiote who was in his thoughts did not know.

“Tryin’ to find a notepad. I’ve gotta have one left over that I can use.” Eddie muttered, shuffling things around.

“Why do you need a notepad, Eddie? What do you need to write down that I can’t remember?” He asked, staying inside for right now.

“Makin’ New Year’s resolutions with the girl today. That’s what we wanted to do, is write them down together. Aha!” After what seemed like forever, Eddie grabbed a random writing pad that was buried under various articles and papers on his desk. Spending another minute, he also found a pen for himself, and set both objects on the coffee table to use later.

Brock busied himself for the next few minutes making sure the dinner he made was ready for when she got to his apartment. Just a simple dinner of a frozen pizza, some hard ciders since he knew she did not like drinking beer, and a chocolate cake from the diner down the block for dessert. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but he was still getting the pizza out of the oven. However, that was unacceptable for the alien.

“Eddie!” Venom cheered, taking control to drag him to the door. In the process, he dropped the pan with the pizza on it, sending it plummeting to the floor. But inky black tendrils shot out from his back to save the delicious food before it could be ruined. “It’s not nice to keep the lady waiting.”

“Yeah, well, if you would have let me finish putting the pan on the counter, I’d be doing this myself,” Eddie snipped, not even fighting against it. Venom decided that he was going to open the door first, because another tendril zoomed forward to wrap around the knob.

How one could be so beautiful, Eddie would never understand. But the answer was right in front of him. She was just dressed in a simple t-shirt, with a leather motorcycle jacket, boots and jeans, but it was still the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. In her hands, her motorcycle helmet that was decked out in a stunning electric blue color scheme with an owl.

“Eds, hey baby.” Stepping into his apartment, she dumped her helmet on the floor near the door as she wrapped her arms around him. Sighing, the man pressed his cheek onto the top of her head before pressing a kiss there.

“Hey, gorgeous. Missed ya.” He whispered, pulling away just a bit. Being able to take in her features, he was absolutely floored that someone like her was with someone like him.

“Missed you too, Eddie. I-” a loud crash cut her off. The sound of a pan hitting the floor made both humans look at each other. One of them was trying not to laugh, the other was trying to control his annoyance.

“Is that-” she began to ask.

“Yep. You wanna come out buddy?” No sooner had he said that, the black symbiote appeared from his left shoulder.

“Hey, V.” She giggled, rubbing the top of his head like you would a dog.

“Hello, pretty lady. I am so glad that you are here. Eddie says that you are doing something for the new year tonight.” He stated in that gravely voice of his. Eddie chose that moment to usher her into the kitchen while he assessed the damage his friend left.

Thankfully it was not much, the pizza was cut questionably on the countertop, but it was all there. Only the pan and some crumbs were on the floor, to which he groaned as he bent over. Hearing his girlfriend giggle behind him, Brock shot her a playful glare as he stood back up.

“Don’t wanna hear it, doll.” Pressing a hand to his back, Eddie shook his head as he heard more giggles.

“Anyways, as I was saying, V. Yeah, we’re gonna have a quiet little date night in and write down our New Year’s resolutions while we’re at it.” She continued, leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“And what do you do with these resolutions?” Venom questioned, still starring at her.

“Well, you try to keep to them for the coming year. Usually it’s things like losing weight, reading a certain number of books, or even picking up a new hobby.”

Plating their food, Eddie put his left hand on her back as the right held the tray. Making it over to the couch, he sunk down into the cushions, set the food on the table, and grabbed his girlfriend’s hips. In an instant, she was yanked down onto his own lap, as Eddie finally got the chance to hold her properly. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he was delighted to hear her giggles as his two day old scruff tickled her skin.

Sighing into his hair, she felt herself relax. “What do you want to do next year?”

“Already starting, huh?” He teased, pulling back just a bit to look at her soft features.

“Well, considering the big guy still over your shoulder… yes.” With a groan, Eddie looked at his alien friend, who was smiling widely with those insanely sharp teeth of his.

“I would like to make my own resolutions, Eddie.” He growled, grabbing for the pen and paper blindly. After he got it, he was scribbling something down, and then passing it to the woman. Honestly, the fact that it was even legible was impressive.

“‘Eat more bad guy brains.’ V, these are supposed to be things that better you.”

“It does. Makes me calmer and nicer. Plus, less bad guys to do bad guy things.” Venom tried to justify it, smiling with all those teeth.

Rolling her eyes, she smirked as she wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, carefully avoiding where Venom connected to the man. “What about you, Eds? You never answered me.”

He thought for a minute, truly wondering what he wanted to do to better himself in the coming year. “Maybe start that series that I wanted to. Something we could do together? What about you?”

“I’d like to get back into painting. That was always something that relaxed me. I miss it a lot.” She shrugged casually.

“I remember seeing those works from when you were a teenager. You should definitely do that.” Eddie kissed her nose.

“Anything else,” came her ask as she pressed her face into his neck.

“No. We can’t write these down later. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for a minute.” Eddie sighed, starting up a movie for them.

“Okay. Tuck inside, V. You can come back out later.” Her words made the symbiote disappear, thankfully, without a fight.

As they sat there on the couch, Eddie realized that he was going to have to be a bit sneaky with one of his resolutions. The ring box that it went along with was being hidden; so why should not the resolution be?

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 8

Mastering Time Management

So, remember how we talked about building better habits yesterday? Well, today let's talk about something that goes right along with that, mastering your time. Because let's be real, even the best habits need time to grow!

Can we be honest for a moment? I know you're trying so hard to fit everything in. Between work, family, trying to have a social life, and now these new habits we're building… it can feel pretty overwhelming, right?

But here's what I've seen work for so many people (and I bet it'll work for you too!). Instead of trying to squeeze more into your already busy day, it’s about finding little ways to make your time work for you, not against you. You know, like that time you spend scrolling through your phone while waiting for your coffee to brew? That could be your new mini-meditation spot!

Want to try something with me? Just grab your phone or a piece of paper. Now, let's look at your day, we're going to do a quick energy check. When do you feel most awake and ready to tackle things? Maybe it's first thing in the morning, or maybe you're a night owl who comes alive after sunset. Write down your two most energetic times of day. These are your power hours, and they're perfect for those new habits we talked about yesterday.

Next, let's look at your current schedule. But here's the twist, instead of focusing on tasks, we're focusing on gaps. Those small moments of time that often get lost watching random YouTube videos. Found them? Great! These are your potential habit homes.

Now for the fun part. Take that habit you chose yesterday and let's give it a proper time slot. Not just "sometime," but an actual appointment with yourself. Want to start reading more? Maybe that's your new 15-minute activity right after lunch. Want to exercise? Pick one of your power hours and claim it.

Here's a super practical way to make this work: Connect your new habit to something you already do every day. We call this habit stacking, and it's a game-changer. After you brush your teeth? That's meditation time. Right after you grab your morning coffee? That's when you write your to-do list.

Let's also talk about protection, your time needs it! Start using the magic word: "no." When someone asks for your time during your designated habit slot, try saying "I have a commitment then." Because guess what? A commitment to yourself is still a commitment!

Ready to make this happen? Here's your action plan for tonight:

Write down your two power hours

Spot three potential time gaps in your day

Pick one gap and assign your new habit to it

Set an alarm on your phone for this time

Put your habit supplies in plain sight (workout clothes out, book on your coffee table, journal by your bed)

And because tomorrow is a new day, here's your morning mission: When that alarm goes off, give your new habit just five minutes. Just five! It's not scary, it's not overwhelming, it's just five minutes of investing in yourself.

This isn't about perfection, it's about progress. As you implement these strategies, pay attention to what works for you and adjust accordingly. Remember, good time management supports your goals; it shouldn't feel like another burden.

See you tomorrow for Day 9 of our journey to become our best selves before 2025!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[depressopax]

HII could you maybe write something for Berlin like HCs being in a relationship with him, maybe with connections to the new show or sm.

(Im actually so glad I found someone who writes for this fandom bc there’s literally no one nearly 😭)

Berlin - Relationship headcanons

Thank you for the request!! <3 I'm happy to see more LCDP fans here omg 😭 Hope ya like it! :)

Smut version can be found here

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP. Cuss words, Berlin being a bit possessive, reader uses they/them pronouns Words: 1145 Summary: Being in a relationship with Berlin would include…  English is not my first language - lmk if there's any spelling mistakes so I can improve my writing! &lt;3

Being in a relationship with this man would be a roller-coaster of emotions…

But you can’t really complain!

People see him as “cold and self-centered”, which is partially true.

BUT when he’s in love, it’s like his whole personality changes.

You are his whole world, and he will do everything to put his ego aside, and show you just how loving he can be.

And boy, he succeeds… 

When he first saw you, it was love at first sight, or at least for him.

He would find out everything about you, what you like to eat, what hobbies you have, and the places you like to be at.

He would just wait for you to approach him first, but it wasn’t that easy…

After a while, he stopped being stubborn and started talking to you.

Berlin would make sure you fall for him, and that would be his biggest goal.

He would take you on extraordinary dates and totally spoil you.

He prefers calm private dates, but wouldn’t mind going to a bar/nightclub if you like that.

Despite his sophisticated looks, he knows how to party. (That one scene in Berlin when he’s at the punk club LMAOO)

Seeing you hyped up makes him happy, so how can he not love partying with you?

The two of you having lazy mornings together. Berlin is a night owl, and getting him out of bed in the morning is a challenge.

He’ll also never let you leave bed. - “Just 5 more minutes, love! - “Are you gonna leave me, all cold and lonely in bed, huh?”

Berlin wouldn’t give up his flirting until you fall in love with him. 

Once that happens - he won’t shut up about you

Like, EVER.

He would drive Sergio and his other friends insane with how much he talks about you, telling them a bit too much about his love life… 

Berlin is the cheesiest guy you’ll ever meet, tbh.

And he takes that as a compliment.

He would write you love letters, send good-morning AND goodnight messages to you, and bring you flowers every now and then. 

Berlin is a man with many talents, and he loves impressing you, especially with his singing

Cheesy as it sounds, he even sings you serenades to express his love and devotion.

You’d have to put up with his weird and impulsive ideas.

Whether it’s planning a spontaneous trip, a heist, etc…

He needs someone to tell him to calm the hell down lol

As seen in the show, Berlin is very passionate and a bit unpredictable.

Being in a relationship is no exception.

Everyday with him is like an adventure, and he knows how to spice things up to not end up like a “boring couple”. 

His goal would be making sure the honeymoon phase never ends. 

He would make sure to tell you how amazing and good-looking you are EVERYDAY. 

He is not afraid to argue with you, but would rather admit he is “wrong” rather than have you be mad at him for too long. 

He’s not always good at reading your emotions and knows what you’re feeling, but tries to. 

It breaks his heart to see you upset, and will try to make you feel better. 

He can be rather possessive too. If someone stares at you for a bit too long, or flirt with you, he’s not afraid to show them that “you are his”.

He’s extra protective of you when you are around his friends. He wants to make sure you feel safe, and also that no one tries hitting on you…

Especially if you are shy, he’d be very close to you, smile at you when you talk and laugh extra loud if you say something funny. 

He makes sure your friends like him. 

He wants to make a good impression on everyone, but especially when it is your friends and family. 

Big fan of PDA. He’s a man that is not afraid to kiss you in public, and he practically never lets go of your hand when you’re outdoors together. 

When cuddling, he prefers being the big spoon. 

One of Berlin’s love languages is touch.

He enjoys having his hand on your thigh, giving your shoulders soft massages, and forehead kisses. He’s the type of guy to kiss your hands, too.

If you have long hair, he tends to fidget with it, running his fingers through it, stroking it away from your face and even braiding it.

Berlin definitely treats you like a god/goddess. 

But the relationship would also be challenging from time to time.

Berlin being a criminal does bother you.

Your fear is for him to get caught and end up in jail.

He’d have to reassure you a lot that he won’t get caught, promising you that he will be fine.

But don’t worry, he makes sure to keep that promise. 

His pet names for you: (My) love, honey, babe… 

His phone is full with pictures of you and you’re definitely both his home- and lock-screen. 

He has lots of money, and spends them on you, whether you like it or not. 

Berlin enjoys luxury and wants to give you a luxurious life.

His dream is to travel and see the world with you by his side.

If you don’t speak Spanish, he would offer to teach it to you. 

He is very overprotective and makes sure you keep a distance from his work. 

But he does enjoy impressing you with dramatic stories about his heists.

During his most difficult and dangerous heists, he will think of you and keep on fighting so he can come back home to you. 

When he’s away for a longer time, Berlin makes sure to text and call you with regular updates. But in all honesty, he just misses your voice.

Like I said earlier, he is an unpredictable man, and if someone is mean to you, yikes… - “Just drop it, Andrés!” “No, babe… I’ll have a ‘chat’ with them…”

Remember the throwback scene of Berlin and the man that made fun of his bow tie? 

Let’s just say, whoever insulted you will return to you and apologize, trembling and crying from pain and fright.  

…Berlin would just return to you with a smug smile, pretending like nothing happened… 

And act all clueless when you confront him about it. 

With you, Berlin is soft and passionate, but others view him as your “scary boyfriend”, a title he accepts with pride. 

To summarize… Despite Berlin's cold exterior, he is the complete opposite with you. He has so much love to give, and isn’t scared to do so. He will make sure to worship you and make sure you feel loved. All he wants is to spend his time with you, and give you the passion, excitement and devotion you deserve. Being together with him is definitely not boring.

I have such hate-love relationship to Berlin bruh 😭 Andrés in Berlin >>>>>>> LCDP

[imtrashraccoon]

This is actually the longest chapter yet, somehow?? I think I just got really into it. What can I say, I like writing little character introspections.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Restrained

Word Count: 2,094

While you had been able to run away, you knew the guards would catch up to you eventually. They knew what you looked like and, because you were an obvious outsider, would soon track you down to the tavern. You hadn't encountered any other dog monsters in the city either and even if you had, once news spread, no one would be willing to hide you. The other problem was that you had a feeling getting out of the city would prove impossible.

So what should you do?

This was the first time you had had a run in with the law. You had looked up to soldiers your whole life, believing they served an important role in keeping order, and for a time you did your best to do the same. Ever since choosing to abandon the Klasical Kingdom and stay with your soulmate, you knew you would eventually end up in a sticky situation like this. You knew your comrades weren't good people and, by choosing to align yourself with them, neither were you at this point. This new reality was difficult to come to terms with, but now wasn't the time to contemplate such things.

Using natural handholds, you hauled yourself up another wall and then up to an overhang. After resting for a moment, you climbed onto the roof of the building, finding yourself across the street from the tavern. You could even see your room's window that you and Reven had climbed out of earlier.

For a moment, you stood there under the open sky, staring at the building. The rain had picked up again and your armour was soaked, but you barely registered it. The mission was a bust. You hadn't learned what was going on with the weird eye symbol and now Reven had been arrested. If he hadn't resisted too much, there was a good chance the guards would keep him alive while they looked for you, but after that, his fate would be a grim one.

The punishment for murder was death. Some kingdoms had different methods for how the death penalty would be carried out, but the result was always the same. It didn't matter if the guards knew just how many murders Reven was responsible for or not. When the guards caught up to you, they would probably charge you with accessory to murder which, while generally considered a less serious offense, would likely mean execution for you as well.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your sopping wet fur. You had two equally difficult choices. Either you could hide until they eventually found and dragged you off to jail, or attempt to rescue Reven and restore your honour. There was a high chance you would die no matter what you chose, but to you, the right thing to do was obvious. It was far better to fall in battle than to die a coward's death in a futile attempt to change your fate.

You returned to your room long enough to gather up whatever gear you had left behind, namely your rucksack and your bow. They would have gotten in the way so you hadn't been bringing them along on your nightly escapades. Besides, if you couldn't see your target in the dark, you certainly weren't going to hit it.

You picked up the sound of footsteps and raised voices downstairs as you were slipping back out the window. It looked like you had just managed to get out in time. While it might have been entertaining to wait around and watch their reactions to finding the room empty, you knew better and decided to make yourself scarce.

After making sure you were a safe distance away, you crouched down on a roof to figure out your next move. You would need to figure out where Reven had been taken, but you also knew that the longer you waited, the harder it would be to rescue him. Even if you knew where he was, going in now would likely also prove to be a bad idea as it would be swarming with guards. It seemed you would have to handle this situation with the utmost care if you wanted to have any chance at succeeding.

~ ≈ V^ᴥ^V ≈ ~

You watched a guard exit the barracks, silently counting the seconds as they walked away. You were perched on a roof where you had a clear view of the door but still out of sight from the street. From what you had observed, word had spread pretty quickly among the soldiers and they were out in full force searching for you. Luckily, they weren't expecting you to be here and were out scouring the city.

You had been here for a few hours now, just observing and memorizing their movements. Your keen ears had picked up a few snippets of conversations between a few of the guards about "a crazy paladin" so you were confident you had found where they were holding him.

After a few seconds, you dropped down next to the door and carefully turned the knob, finding it unlocked. With a quick glance around, you crept inside the building, closing the door behind you again.

The room seemed like an office of sorts but thankfully there wasn't anyone in sight. There was a desk with some papers and what looked like a book for record keeping. You also noticed a few rough wooden benches against one of the walls and two doors, one behind the desk and one near the benches.

The door near the benches was more heavily reinforced and you surmised that it led to the dungeon. Unfortunately, it was locked but you found a key hidden in one of the desk drawers that thankfully fit in the keyhole. You figured it must have been a spare for when whoever owned the desk was away.

Beyond the heavy door was a set of stairs going down. Pocketing the key, you took a deep breath before beginning to descend into the dungeon. You kept low, being careful not to scuff your paws on the stonework and give yourself away.

The deeper you went, the more obvious it was that you were in the right place. The air smelled stale with a hint of blood and other bodily fluids, and occasionally, you could hear the sound of metal on metal, like chains being rattled. You couldn't hear much movement though, so there was a good chance the guards were still away.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and carefully examined your surroundings. The only light was from a nearby lantern hanging from a nail and a flickering candle in a room off to the side. Slowly, you crept forward, peering around the corner.

There was a man lounging in a chair facing away from the door. He was wearing a similar uniform to the guards but lacking the helmet, which you noticed sitting on the table in front of him along with an opened bottle of spirits. You were debating whether you should just sneak past, when you noticed a ring of keys on his belt that presumably would open up the cells.

Drawing your dagger, you tiptoed forward until you were right behind the jailor. In one fluid motion, you covered his mouth with one paw and slit his throat with your weapon. While you couldn't help but silently revel for a moment in the small burst of energy from absorbing his EXP, you knew you had limited time before someone came to check on things. Carefully, you propped the man's head up so it would appear as if he was asleep and swiped the keys.

Now you just needed to find Reven.

There was only one other prisoner, but they seemed to be asleep or maybe too out of it to care what you were doing. Maybe if they had noticed, you would have been willing to let them loose as well, but as it stood, you couldn't afford to have any extra liabilities.

Reven was chained up to the wall by his wrists in the farthest cell. His gear was gone, leaving him in a pair of tattered pants with his upper half on full display. His bones were littered with small cracks and scrapes, several of which were leaking small amounts of dust, but you noticed there were several older scars across his ribcage as well.

Despite your best efforts, the keys clinked together as you fiddled with the lock, but Reven only looked up when you managed to get the door open. At first, he just stared at you, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing was even real. Only when you hurried to his side and started working on the wrist irons suspending him, did he even attempt to say anything.

"you shouldn't have come..."

After unlocking his restraints, you pried open the metal bands, letting him ease himself down onto the stone floor. He was weak and you didn't even want to imagine what he had gone through in the hours since being captured.

"...i deserve what comes next," he muttered, slumping against the wall.

You shook your head. "No, don't give me any of that. You're a valuable member of the team and I'm not about to abandon you, no matter whether you think you're worth saving or not."

He stared at you, a mixture of disbelief and shock in his eyelights. His gaze briefly flicked to your left, focusing on something unseen and he mouthed a few words under his breath, but you couldn't understand what he was saying.

You could tell he was in no shape to run and you didn't know any healing spells. Then you remembered that you had packed a health potion before entering the city, just in case something happened. You quickly fished the small vial out of your rucksack and pressed it into Reven's hand.

"It's not much, but we're going to need to move quickly and I can't carry you the entire time."

He blinked, as if he'd been shocked back to reality, before popping off the cork and downing the potion in a single gulp. The effect was immediate and most of the cracks across his bones began to close, although the old scars remained untouched.

"why do you care so much?" He rubbed at his eye sockets before adding, "i thought i made it clear from day one that i didn't like you..."

You nodded, "Oh I know." Holding out your hand, you smiled at him and added, "I don't need to be friends with you, just knowing you have my back is enough in my eyes."

He grasped your hand and you helped him to his feet. When he stumbled, you quickly moved to support his weight, wrapping your arm around his shoulder blades.

"i'm surprised you trust me not to stab you the moment you turn around..." he murmured.

You clicked your tongue, slowly helping him out of the cell. "When I served under Captain Undyne, we had a saying. It went like, 'No one gets left behind.' While I no longer take orders from her, I still follow that rule." You paused for a moment before adding, "If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have even left the Dark Fortress, let alone snuck into a city with you."

Reven said nothing.

By the time you reached the jailor's room again, he had gained back enough strength to walk on his own, but you still stayed close by just in case. Thankfully, his gear was still stashed away in a chest meant for prisoner possessions and nothing seemed to be missing. You stood guard at the entrance while he donned his armour again.

"Any chance you could teleport both of us out of the city?" you asked when he finished.

"i wish." He huffed and shook his head. "i'm pretty low on mana, but i think i could do it over a short distance, like through the gate."

You sighed and ran a paw down your face. "I was afraid of that... I guess we'll have to get there first, huh?"

Reven chuckled and started to climb the stairs. He glanced back at you over his shoulder, a manic grin stretched across his skull. "if you still trust me after this, i'll buy the first round next time we're in a proper tavern."

"Not if I have to carry you out in pieces, you sorry sack of bones," you responded with a snort.

[creampuffqueen]

Year-End Writer's Roundup: 2024 Edition!

thanks so much for the tag @sweetorangepoptart!! i had to wait to actually do this until i finished the last fic i wanted to post for the year, so now it's time for the roundup!

i'm honestly not sure who to tag, so if you see this and you wrote anything this year, feel free to do it and say i tagged you!!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!!):

let's not even get into my WIPs there's so many lol. going by just published works, i wrote 73,234 words!! honestly crazy to think about!

Smut scenes:

three! all in their own standalone works. doing the math, that means my smut fics alone take up about 1/3 of my words written this year haha

New things I tried:

i've written for lots of ships for the first time this year! in fact, i believe all the ships i wrote for are the first-time ships for me, which is always very exciting

as well, i tried a slightly different writing style than usual in my fic i'm glad i get forever to see where you went. i really enjoyed writing like this, and i can definitely see myself doing it again in the future!

Fic I spent the most time on:

i think that title has to go to my fic Likewise, as it sat half-finished in my drafts for... honestly most of this year i think

Fic I spent the least time on:

i can't say 100% for sure, but i think my fic Something Nice. it was written for yangvik week, and it was quite literally written the same day it was published. i did that several times during the week, but as this one's word count is a bit lower than the others, i think it's most likely the one i spent the least time on

Favorite thing I wrote:

ughhhhh this is like asking me to pick my favorite child. i love them all!! but if i had to choose, i think i need to go with The Push. i am honestly so proud of this fic, and i actually go back and reread it quite frequently. it also became popular beyond my wildest belief, and was sort of my jumpstart into the yangvik ship/fandom. the response to it helped give me the confidence to write seven (and counting!) more yangvik fics!!

Favorite thing I read:

actually this is like having to pick a favorite child. how can i possibly choose when i read not only lots of fic, but lots of good fic?? i've gotta choose multiple lol

anything by my lovely mutual @katkastrofa, i legitimately can't choose any specific one to focus on because they're all so incredibly written! Ruby by KingWuko; i love all your wuko fics but this one in particular gets me every time! and outside of the atla fandom, i've been really enjoying this owl house fic on ao3!

Writing goals for next year:

honestly? just keep writing! writing fanfiction has honestly been incredibly helpful for me while i'm in college. seriously, my mental health is always so much worse when i'm not writing. even if i don't publish it, writing is so good for my brain. so i want to keep up with it as i go into the new year!

i've also worked on a loose writing schedule for the upcoming year - i'm not holding myself to it super strongly but i really am going to try and follow it! it's just a way to help me focus more on individual fics and know when i want to try and finish them. that way i can do things like publishing fics for friends' birthdays and participating in more fandom events!

and last but not least, a semi-writing goal that i have is to host another wonderful yangvik week! the 2024 event was amazing, and since it ended even more people have found it and expressed interest, so i 100% would like to do it again. and if i do it again, this time i'm going to try and write for all seven days! considering i wrote for six last time, it seems pretty manageable lol

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thanks again for the tag! this has been a great writing year for me, and i can't wait to see what 2025 holds!

[yepmadness]

Malevolent Part 44

Spoilers under cut :))

Just my thoughts I wrote down while I listened

Oh…oh. He’s no longer being called “the entity” in the episode description. He’s his own person. He’s like—he found himself in that. He knows who he is now. Fully. He is himself, who he wants to be. I haven’t even listened yet and I’m going to sob.

Honestly mostly thought calling him “the entity” was a thing for any new listeners. So they didn’t get spoiled about the name and all that. But always thought it was kinda odd considering he’s called John so early on.

But it was an intentional choice. He’s *John* now. Wholly. And fully. And he believes that too and so it shows.

God I’m so attached to this mf.

The singing is lovely actually. Have no idea what the fuck is going on through. Song seems fitting lol.

BLOOD AND SAND WOOO

“Where am I?” yeah I wanna know too dude.

I like this waiter :))

Oh we going back. Sorry Arthur. We know where this goes.

“I’ll take care of you,” and what if I sob then, hm?

No I’m with John on this one let’s just take a week I don’t care if it’s in the fucking worm womb. We got a bed.

I LOVE YORRICK. Anyone who tells me I shouldn’t is wrong.

Oooh. Arthur doesn’t remember. Hm hm. Fun.

“Not when, if”

John…buddy. Arthur’s human :(( also don’t like the constant death foreshadowing lately guys. I know he just died but I really need Arthur not to die at the end of all of this please.

Arthur don’t word shit like that stay alive for you, you bastard.

LMAO, Yorrick is so fucking silly. The dark world will embrace you :D.

FUCKING FINALLY ARMOR. LESS CHANCE OF GETTING STABBED WOOO. Hopefully this breastplate goes relatively low because we get stabbed in the gut a lot.

Oh no we are being depressing about Faroe again :(. Arthur has suffered so much im so sorry my guy. John is being so sweet about it I love him.

NOOO YORRICK LET THEM HAVE THEIR SILLY MANTRA

I love our new trio sooo much.

Arthur was totally looking to be called “someone not to fuck with” again when he put that armor on lol.

Arthur :(( read the letter. I’m begging you. It’s gonna get destroyed and then we will ALL be sad about it.

“We have six more bullets” John i love you but that will not help.

The ringing when Arthur starts to like, talk, is interesting. Wonder if it’s just because he’s remembering being stabbed..or?? Either way interesting to me.

OH WAIT JOHN DID TELL HIM??? IM SURPRSED???

WAIT FUCK ARE WE BEING SWEET??

“And you know I love you too. And that I couldn’t do this without you.”

Im am going to sob I love them so so so much. They’re my guys ;-;

HE FOUGHT FOR WHO HE IS SO HARD.

AHHH

emotional moment over and I’m devastated.

No we are not sending Arthur into nasty ass water with his wound??? No???

Im with John, how about no??

Mmm. Yorrick is being weird. Once again reminded of the whole, don’t trust vanguards. But like…he’s a silly guy.

The background music tells me this is a bad idea guys. Let’s not drown. We have had enough of that.

YORRICK UNDER THE WATER HA

You think dying would have made them make better choices but noooo.

John are you like…guilty about killing her? Haunted by it? He sounds kinda…upset :(.

ARTHUR WHAT DID I JUST SAY.

“YESS OORTHUR”

THEYRE SO HAPPY YES. LAUGH. JOY. (Yorrick has no fuckibg idea why we are laughing love him)

Lmao Arthur I think if you didn’t let John help he would have strangled you. Stop getting injured.

Aw Arthur not letting John apologize, it’s not his fault aaaah.

Yeah Yorrick is planning smth but I love him too much to hate him for whatever his evil plans are.

“You’ll see.” Cryptic bitch.

ALEXANDER!!!

“Owl don’t eat people, boys” I LOVE THIS.

This is too soft I’m so happy.

“Somebody knows your order.” Uh huh. Someone we know hmm. A certain guy I want to meet. Eventually? I can hope.

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Yeah I fucking loved this episode. Easily one of my favorites. EASILY. it was just so sweet. And silly. I love these guys so much.

[jq37]

I've been following your D20 recaps for a while (they are so much fun!), but Junior Year episode 9 compelled me to create an account for this ask.

Are Jace and Porter both baddies?

Spot got eaten by an owl right before finding Yolanda's body. Yolanda was presumably killed after reporting Kristen's concerns to Jace, and it was established in freshman year that he summons owls. And now the intrepid heroes are digging through the possible path of succession. Maybe he's just bored of doing nothing as the sorcery teacher?

Porter might be a normal shitty teacher, but I'm getting all kinds of bad vibes from his "rage as devotion to doubt" lesson. Maybe doubly so since Brennan brought up the divine taboo of siphoning off worship from one god to empower another? And of course, no word on who his paladin deity is! There may be another connection with Porter being an earth genasi, since Lucy was also a genasi but with giant ancestry.

Plus these were the two teachers talking to Arianwen post-prom, and Porter (knowingly?) infected Ragh with the Kalina plague.

This has gotten away from me. I think I need more yarn for my cork board.

Unrelated, but last thought: Since there's been all the questions about Aguefort by-laws and the literal vs. intended interpretation of the rules, I think it would be funny if Kipperlilly "found" the rogue teacher just by requesting a teacher conference.

First of all, making a Tumblr account just to send this ask? I'm flattered! Thanks for following my recaps!

Now, to your actual question let's talk teachers.

I forgot to put this in my recap but despite the fact that I don't actually have any read on what a motive might be, I did wonder if Jace might worth putting on the suspect list. I mean, he is the last person Yolanda said she was going to talk to before they found her body. And Brennan technically didn't say she wasn't killed by magic, he said there was no magical residue. Sorcerers do metamagic which can change spells and I wonder if Brennan would let something like subtle spell be flavored to not leave magical residue. Absolutely circumstantial and speculative, especially since, as I said before, there's no motive. But it's worth noting and he's def worth looking into/talking to as Yolanda's last mission before she ended up a corpse (RIP). And he did presumably become Principal with Grix gone so movement is happening around him.

(I don't remember the owl thing but that would be a deep pull from Brennan, haha. I got the sense that that was more about just Fig's bad luck but who knows?)

Porter I just talked about in another ask but the genasi thing is an interesting connection. Good spot. My read is that Brennan is playing Porter sincerely but, again, I can def see Brennan leaning into Emily/Fig's last two years of suspicion and making him an integral part of the plot just to pay that off--this is a season of payoffs after all. Either way, just like Jace, he likely has at least some useful info.

Re: Kipperlilly, That would be such a weasel-y way for her to have done that…which makes it entire in character. This is def a loose end I'm very interesting in the Intrepid Heroes following up on so I'm glad Murph/Riz is remembering to roll for it.

Anyway, all good notes! All of it is officially on the board! Can't wait to see what new info we get tomorrow and, now that you have a tumblr count, feel free to stop by my inbox any time :)

[fantisyoflove]

So You Wanna Play With Magic - Part 16

WC: 5,340

‘Single Savior’

The paper posts a rather odd angled photo of Harry shaking Draco’s hand at the engagement party.

‘... for someone who was the savior of our world, it shocks this writer that famous Harry Potter can't seem to find a date to “ex - girlfriends” engagement party. I guess fame isn't everything.”

Harry lights the paper on fire and watches it burn slowly.

[]

You are sobbing into your hands. Preacher has been trapped under the fallen stone for hours now. Bugs and Slim have stopped talking. It's too quiet in this tomb.

You try thinking but everything you can come up with involves magic. If you use it it might make the whole thing topple down. There has to be a better way.

[]

Draco jumps as he hears your voice echoing in his head, ‘Draco? Draco, can you hear me?’ You call to him.

He grabs on to the bond the best he can and shouts back, ‘Tell me where you are.’ He hopes his tone comes across as serious as he meant it to.

He told Harry what happened when he and Hermione returned from the Ministry.

So the only thing left to do was go home then. Harry promised he would stop by more often, he just didn’t want to impose.

“Please, Harry, if you can get him to sleep you will always be welcome.”

Harry chuckled, “Actually it was Draco.”

[]

Day Nine

They have managed to get Preacher out!

He is in rough shape but otherwise the muggle healers say he should pull through!

It is a huge relief to you.

After a war it took awhile before you stopped assuming anyone was dead. Someone was late? Your first thought was they were gone, kidnapped, would you find a body? But no, they were just held up at check in. Someone doesn't respond to your owl for a few days? Must mean they are dead now. Nope, just busy.

It takes time for your brain to understand that every moment is not surrounded by death anymore. Preacher would have been the first person you knew to die since the war ended. Thankfully he didn’t break your streak of people living.

“Alright ma’am,” calls Bugs “I’m sorry but it will be one more day… Hopefully tomorrow we are able to get enough moved so you can wiggle through.”

You thank him and Slim. They tell you the crate has some food for the night and an extra blanket. You thank them again and carefully pull it through. They wait until you tell them you got it, in case more of the stones fall, and then head top side for the night.

Someone forgot to put out a torch along the wall and it casts warm yellow shadows into the room. You watch them dance as you eat.

‘Tell me where you are.’

You are startled, that was the loudest you have ever heard Draco in your mind. It was like he was sitting right next to you. You could feel the glare he would have given you if he could.

‘I’m safe.’

[]

Draco had fallen asleep on the couch.

Harry cleaned up around him quietly. They spent the day with Hermione since Ron was back to work now. Hugo thankfully seemed to have settled in and wasn't nearly as ornery anymore.

They stayed for dinner, Ron joined halfway through with no more news about you from his department.

Draco rocked the beer bottle he was holding on its edge and let it swirl around in a circle while he stared at it.

“I think she’s okay. I just have to know.” He said finally. “This bond would tell me if she had passed or was actually hurt, wouldn't it?”

Harry nodded and squeezed Draco’s arm affectionately.

Hermione shifted in her seat, she was still uncomfortable with the whole bond and magical marriage. It had been made highly illegal and parties found to have a bond or have facilitated the bonding ceremony were sent to Azkaban. The knowledge that there was more than just Draco and you out there also didn't sit well with her. She did her best to focus on what she could, exposing anyone else with the bond might expose you and Draco as well. She could see how it wasn’t any of your faults, having been only babies at the time, but the magic it created was strange. Unknown to those without it and stronger when the pair were together. It's no wonder Voldemort did it, he created a whole generation of children who would be stronger than their parents ever were. Each generation of the bond increases the strength of it. Since your whole family had had their marriages arranged and from all documented accounts so had Draco’s, you both had the chance of a very powerful union.

Hermione snuggled her son closer to her chest. She couldn’t imagine putting him through all that.

Harry went over and gave Draco a little shake. He startled awake but was calming down quicker after the fact. Hermione paused in the doorway to the kitchen to watch as Harry took Draco’s hand in his, his thumb brushing along Draco’s wrist and with the other hand shook his shoulder. Draco tried to bolt right off the couch but Harry held him there. He muttered to him something Hermione couldn’t hear and kept rubbing lazy circles on his wrist.

She quickly escaped to the kitchen when she noticed the two breaking apart again.

[]

Back at Harry’s Draco was lingering by the front door.

“What's the matter?”

“You don't have to pretend for me. I know I should probably get out of your hair. I have overstayed my welcome.”

Harry gave him a look, “Draco, you are family now. Stay as long as you want. She will come here after this mission and will expect you to be here.”

“You could just tell me when she gets back.”

Harry took a tentative step closer and reached out his hand. Draco stared at it for a long time before sighing dramatically and taking it in his.

“She would want you here… and so do I.”

If Harry hadn’t been holding onto Draco’s hand he would have fallen a step back. Nobody wanted him. Nobody chose him.

“Come on, it's late, let's go to bed.”

Harry let Draco’s hand drop and went upstairs. He found that Draco listened better when he left him for a moment to think on it.

Harry came out of the bathroom and Draco was standing in the hallway in front of the spare room.

“She’ll be okay?” He whispered.

Harry gave him a soft smile, “Yea.” He whispered back and went to his room.

Draco stood there for a moment looking between the two rooms before turning and going to his own bed.

[]

‘I'm safe’ he hears echoing in his head. He reaches for you but you aren't actually there. He tries to pull the blankets up into his arms but it's not the same. One night with you and he craves your warmth.

He never knew how good it could feel to hold someone close. To breathe them in and feel their heartbeat so close to his own.

He glanced at the doorway. Setting his jaw he turned over in the bed stubbornly and tried to get comfortable.

An hour trickled by and his head hurt, his eyes burned, and his heart ached.

He got up and tiptoed into Harry's room.

He stood at the foot of the bed and just watched as Harry slept. He contemplated just getting into bed with him to avoid waking him but he thought better of it in case Potter didn't want him there.

He held his wand just in case. He reached to shake Harry's shoulder but a dark hand snatched his wrist. Harry pulled him closer to his face, squinting.

“Draco?”

“Yea,” he felt the air whoosh out of his lungs. “Can I sleep here?” His voice cracked at the end.

Harry let him go and pulled the blanket back.

Draco hesitated then walked around to the empty side of the bed.

Harry couldn't see him but he felt the bed dip and smirked to himself before settling back in.

Draco laid on his back keeping his arms and legs straight. Harry was already half asleep.

Draco felt better just being in the same room as someone else it seemed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

[]

Day ten

It's early when the stones start to shake. They are tumbling down as the pile grows smaller and smaller.

Finally the side is open and you run to it.

“Hold up ma'am. Just a moment more.”

“You spend a week in this forsaken room and try and wait a moment more!” You snap but step back and let them move a few more stones.

Finally two men are visible. One holds his hand out to you and you let him help you out.

“Thank you!” You call before sprinting to the opening. You run past everyone tears pricking your eyes. You burst out into the early morning sun and fall to your knees. Rolling onto your back you stare at the beautiful sky!

“Y/n!” Someone calls and you hear several feet scuffing in the hard packed sand.

You have your eyes closed but the sunlight is blocked out as your friends and co workers circle around you.

“What day is it?”

There is a quiet shuffling and someone from the back calls, “March 2nd!”

March! You squeeze your eyes tight.

“Did anyone send word to ha.. Draco for me?”

More silence.

“Didn't you write to ‘im after Bill arrived?” Fleur asked.

“Well… no I let Dean go before me.” You lift a hand to your eyes and then try to sit up. Someone comes behind you and lifts you up by your armpits.

“Careful I am pretty stinky. A scrougify only does so much.”

The team dispersed and you head to the tent to shower and finally change clothes.

You feel so much better after you cleaned up and drank a full jug of water in the process too.

“Y/n, I need to debrief you and everyone about the collapse. We have to figure out what caused it.”

“Okay, let me just send an owl quick…”

“No! Now!” She snaps and stomps out of the tent.

You groan but follow to another tent that is for meeting and storing documents and unsorted items.

You sit down next to Dean. He leans into your shoulder, “glad to have you back!”

“Glad to be back! Hey what happened to the American, Preacher?”

Dean opened his mouth but your supervisor called for silence.

“Attention, now that y/n is finally out of the tunnel we need a full account of what led to the collapse.” she gave you an expecting look.

“I'm not too sure. Bill was able to get the staff in place. It held fine. It was on the other side of the room from the tunnel. Bill left and I felt a shudder and the tunnel collapsed.”

She nodded then turned to Bill, “next.”

“I had just left the tunnel opening. I didn't have anything with me. And nobody was in the other room.”

Bill didn't work directly with your boss, he was more often at Gringotts than anywhere else. You however spent many long days with this woman. Her face had a tell, a small tick in her jaw when she didn't trust something… or someone.

“Bill wouldn't have either,” you butt in “he is always so careful. His record is spotless.”

She purses her lips but moves on. “Dean?”

Everyone gave an account of where they were and what they were doing at the time.

You zoned out at that point.

Ten days.

Ten whole days.

Your hands twitched by your sides. You never liked sitting still for long.

…..

‘You must have been about 4 when your governess started locking you in the closet. She didn't like when you climbed on the furniture and tried jumping off. You had so much energy as a child. She wasn't allowed to hit you yet per your mother's request but honestly you would prefer it. She would lock you away for hours at a time. “You won't mind then you won't do anything” she would snarl in your face.’

You can still feel the spit flying from her mouth and landing on your face when you remember her.

…..

It was dark when she finally let everyone go to bed. You thought about sending an owl now but the camp owl was gone for the evening. You reached down the bond instead. “Everything is fine!”

[]

Draco woke up to the sound of snoring in his ear.

‘Y/n doesn't snore.’ he thought. He was too warm but also too comfortable to pull away.

The mass beneath him shifted and he cracked an open to see nothing but jet black hair. He tried to move just to get the hair to stop tickling his nose. He was becoming more aware of which parts were his and which were Harry’s.

He was mostly on top, Harry was tucked under his chest. He mumbled something and nuzzled his face into Draco’s shoulder. Draco tried not to react but his body stiffened up. He wasn’t trying to wake Harry just now but he had to get up. He had a problem .. rising.

Not because he was bent for Harry!

No!

Because it was morning and he had to use the loo.

Draco tried to slip away but Harry’s arm tightened against his back. He froze and tried to breathe evenly. Harry hooked his leg over Draco’s and pulled his thigh closer to his hard length.

Draco pulled away fast.

Harry jolted awake too, his hand going for his wand but only holding it in his hand. “Draco?”

“Harry?”

Harry took a breath, “Sorry, I still struggle with being … woken.” He said, twisting his wand in his lap. “It doesn’t help,” He added as he reached back for his glasses, “that I can't see.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

Draco just nodded, he held the blankets over his lap. “Sorry I don’t know how to help with that.”

“It will get better once I get used to you. I am used to y/n, I think it's her smell.”

Draco raises an eyebrow questioningly, “Her… smell?”

Harry smiled down at his wand, not looking at Draco. “Yea, sometimes I smell her in my dreams. It's very calming, don't you think?”

Draco tries to remember what you smell like but nothing comes to mind. He didn't remember. He couldn’t recall. Draco stood suddenly and stomped out of the room.

Harry sat there and tried to think of how he could have offended Draco this time.

[]

Day eleven

You woke up on your cot, your legs tangled in the blanket you had kicked down. You tried to untangle yourself when you thumped down to the ground. You groan and finish kicking the blanket off.

“Y/n?”

“Fine, just fell.”

“Well don't do that.”

“I didn't do it on purpose!”

Dean helped pull you up to your feet. You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“The owl is back if you want to send that letter.”

“Thanks, did Seamus write back?”

“Yea, he isn’t too pleased this is taking so long. You know how he gets.”

“You think if he lived somewhere … sunnier it would help?” You tease.

“I don’t think I could ever get him to leave Ireland. After his mother passed he doesn’t like to travel much.”

You nod and give him a hug. “Few more days.”

You pen a note for Draco and Harry separately.

The ministry man standing by it holds out his hand for your letters. He reads each separately before handing them back to you. “No.”

You give him a puzzled look, “No?”

“Yea, no.” He flicked back open his newspaper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“This dig has become confidential and no information may leave.”

“How am I supposed to explain why I have been gone for so long.”

“Not my problem.” He shook the paper out again and crossed his ankle over his knee.

You snarled and held out the papers in front of you and wordlessly lit them both on fire.

The man didn’t even look up from his reading.

You stomped off to your tent and rewrote the notes. Significantly shorter and with no details.

You came back to the owl man and presented the new notes.

“And who are these too?” He asked, still reading them. You only ever used initials in your notes.

“Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.”

The owl man raised his eyebrows, “Friends in high places.” He set the notes on his knee and picked up a clipboard from the ground. He flipped the first page over and then tossed the whole thing back down.

“Not on the list.” He said and handed you back the notes.

“What list!?” You throw your hands up exasperated.

“Rakepick’s orders.” He goes back to his paper.

You aren’t proud of this but your temper has always been a bit of a problem. You grabbed the top of his newspaper and turned the whole thing to dust in his hands. You brushed the remaining dust off your hands right into his face and then stomped off, again.

[]

Draco had gone back to his room and was pacing back and forth. He was struggling with the thought that Harry knew you. He knew you knew you! He was able to recall what you smelled like. He called on that memory to soothe himself.

You had told Draco that you and Harry saw other people even when you were together but he is starting to get the feeling that only you were doing that.

He had a thought and stomped back into Harry’s room.

“Who were the others?”

Harry was in the middle of changing and had just pulled up his trousers.

“These other people you were supposedly seeing when y/n was gone?”

Harry was caught off guard, “Oh, umm well. Nobody you would know. But there hasn’t been anyone for a while.”

“How long.”

“A few years or so… Why?”

Draco crossed his arms and glared down his nose at Harry.

Harry squared his jaw and stared back. This hot and cold thing Draco did was throwing him for a loop.

“What about the people she was seeing?”

“I never met them. We kept it separate.”

“And that worked?”

“For us, yea.” Harry sat back down on the bed hoping it would help dissipate Draco's temper.

“Were they people she met on these missions?”

“I don't know Malfoy. She and I didn't discuss details. Besides, you would know if there was someone else.”

Draco glared at Harry. He took a few steps to pace then stopped and looked at him again.

“I am starting to think there was never anyone else.”

Harry waited patiently, something told him he had to let Draco come to his own conclusions sometimes. It wouldn't help to race him to the finish line.

The minutes stretched on and Draco was pacing again. Harry just watched him walk back and forth, he yawned and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. When he readjusted them to sit on his face nice Draco was staring at him.

“I think there were long stretches of time where I didn’t feel anything from her. And like you said sometimes she would be gone for up to a month. I think you both downplay your relationship to each other.”

Harry thought about it, you both never specifically said you had stopped seeing other people. Harry had just stopped one day… Nothing special made him decide. Another terrible date, another crazy ‘fan’. He just didn’t want to tell you you had to stop or make you feel like you should.

“It isn’t fun trying to date when you're me.” Harry said with a half laugh.

Draco stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, arms folded over his chest.

Harry had the idea that if he just pulled Draco closer he would let him but he kept his hands to himself. Darn you for putting these thoughts into his head. He would have never! Well maybe that wasn't true, he might have, given the right circumstances. You are the one who rushed these new feelings to him. Draco was fit.

“Do you love her?”

Harry had to stifle a laugh, of course he loved you! Looking at Draco though he probably didn’t give his love out as freely as Harry did. Draco probably had come to accept that he wouldn't be allowed to love anyone else.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let's go get her then!” He said finally and stomped out of the room.

He was just in the hallway when a sharp pain hit his chest, he gasped as his body flinched forward.

He saw you. He saw you on the ground, blankets tangled around your legs. Dean came in and picked you up off the floor. You smiled at him, Draco melted at the sight, he missed your smile. Then you pulled Dean closer and kissed his cheek. He sees you and Dean chatting but he can’t hear anything.

The image is gone faster than he is ready for it to be.

In the hall Harry is patting his face trying to get his attention.

“...Draco! Hey look at me. Draco!”

Draco gives him a little push away from him. “I saw her!”

“What?”

“Y/n! I saw her kissing Dean.”

Harry blinked rapidly and shook his head. “How sure are we that what you see is real?”

Draco sighed, “Not like that, Potter. He kissed his cheek. She was in a tent.” Draco tried to pull the image back and take in every detail. “She was in a tan tent with cots. There were other people sleeping around her. The ground looked like packed sand.”

“If Dean is with her we can at least try and find his location.”

“My thoughts exactly!” Draco gives Harry’s arm a squeeze and runs to his room to change.

[]

“Pat!” You call and shove back the tent flap. “Pat?”

Your supervisor is leaning over a table reading over yesterday’s reports.

“Y/l/n?”

“I need you to authorize a letter home for me.”

“Are they someone in your contact list?”

“What?!”

She closes her eyes and takes a breath, “Y/n, you have to have them approved prior to missions. You get one person to list to contact.”

“That’s never been an issue before!”

“We haven’t worked on a case like this before.”

You open your mouth to speak again but she holds up her hand. “Enough. This is above my head. I can't do anything for you.” She finally looks up at you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

You head out of the tent and go to find Dean again.

[]

Dean is in the tomb working when you find him.

“Dean,”

“Alright, y/n?”

“Yea, fine, hey can you do me a favor.”

You ask Dean to send a note to Seamus to get in touch with Draco and Harry for you. He is more than happy to help.

“I’m sorry they aren't letting you contact them. We haven’t had a case like this in years! When we get back I can help you put in the paperwork to put Draco on the list. It might take awhile… because.. Well because…” Dean coughs

“Because he used to be a Death Eater?”

Dean nodded and wouldn't meet your eye.

“Dean, it's fine,” You touch his arm. “I know what he was. He isn’t like that anymore though. He has changed so much since then.”

Dean gives you a weak smile and nods. Dean has always been your friend, Seamus too, they just want what's best for you.

“But!” He says with new excitement. “Since you are engaged, after the wedding they will have to let you contact him. Some old law they have about spouses. Bet they never thought people like us would benefit from their backwards rules.” You have to smile at that.

Dean was able to get the letter through the ministry guy, you hid in the tents in case he was still cross about the newspaper incident.

Dean came back to let you know that it was sent without issue.

Feeling much better you went to get your next assignment.

[]

Draco and Harry were turned away again from the Ministry. They were much nicer this time because Harry was there but they still wouldn’t tell them anything.

“Top secret? What on Earth could she be doing!?” Draco was fumming.

Harry sighed and pulled Draco away from the muggle phone box and led him down to a spot they could apparate.

They were sitting down for lunch when there was a knock at the door.

Harry drew his wand and held it in his hand as he answered.

“Morning Harry!” A cheery voiced greeted.

“Seamus!” Harry threw open the door and pulled the man in for a hug.

Draco had been standing just a few steps behind Harry.

“Whatcher self there. Got a bit ‘o nosh wit me.” He took a step back and held the bags up as if to prove it. “Blimy! Malfoys ‘ere too. Brilliant. Figured I'd have one ‘ell of a time findin’ ‘em on me own.”

Harry was beaming and poor Draco looked so confused. He remembered how your accent used to sound so similar to the Irishman before him. Thankfully one of you learned to speak proper English. Draco then scolded himself for such a thought. He wasn't trying to be a dickhead. He gave himself a shake and followed Harry and Seamus to the kitchen.

Seamus busied himself with taking out several Tupperware containers from his bags.

“I gotcha some tings. You know how I get when he's gone.”

“Yea… hey thanks for coming over and thanks for all this!” Harry had to gesture to the whole kitchen since Seamus had covered every surface with tubs and plates of various things.

Draco picked up a container and checked inside. Blueberry scones. In another one cookies. A plate with a whole cheesecake.

“Seamus bakes.” Harry said

“I see.” Draco said, mildly impressed. The last thing he knew about their guest was he was particularly good at pyrotechnics. Baking seemed like an odd leap.

“He's opened up his own bakery and everything.”

Seamus blushed and turned to busy himself with folding the bags, “s'nothing”

“It's bloody brilliant! Don't sell yourself short.” Harry insisted and touched Seamus's shoulder. Seamus looked up at him with a warm smile.

Draco watched the whole exchange curiously. Seamus and Dean were the first openly gay couple Draco had ever known. His father made his opinions about homosexuals VERY apparent.

Draco used to think he held the same feelings… but he had thought that about a lot of things.

Still, the exchange between Harry and Seamus was different than say Dean and Harry or Ron and Seamus. Draco couldn't put his finger on it quite yet.

They sat around the table and tucked into some of the pastries Seamus brought.

“Oh, right, sorry. The whole reason I came by…” Seamus stood and started rummaging through his pockets. He patted himself down and looked around lost. Then he snapped his fingers and walked back to the front door where he left his jacket.

“It's for you.” He set a piece of parchment in front of Draco. Harry leaned in to read it too.

‘Love, Remember Lightning? Remember the summer of 1993

Dragon. Your girl is good. Tell the dragon to try harder. Time is unknown. Please tell the bat. Bring snacks.

I'll see you when I can. Don't burn down the kitchen please.

Love you Dean’

“Has he had a stroke?” Draco asked after reading it four times over.

Harry and Seamus exchanged a look and laughed together.

“S'code.”

“Dean made up codes during the war and he specializes in them at work. When they go on missions they sometimes have their letters read before they are sent. They can't say a lot of things.” Harry explained.

“See when we talked about Harry we would say ‘lighting has struck’. Lightning must be Harry, Dean is a stickler for punctuation,” Seamus said tapping the end of the second sentence. “So he's not asking, he's telling you Harry.”

Harry screwed up his face, “The summer of 1993 … we were 13. Going into 3rd year. Sirius was wanted and had just escaped Azkaban.” Harry thought aloud, Draco flinched.

“Remember Ron at the leaky telling anyone who would listen about their trip that year.” Seamus chuckled. Harry groaned. “Oh yea.”

Draco's eyes lit up, “She's in Egypt then?”

Harry squinted at the note then his eyes widened. “Yea that's probably it, and you are the dragon.”

“She said we couldn't call you ferret anymore.” Seamus said with a laugh.

Draco scrunched his nose but went back to the note. He figured you meant for him to try harder at using the bond. Possibly. And the bat had to be Severus. He hadn't even thought about contacting Snape and letting him know that you were gone. He didn't even know how often you visited him or that you brought him food apparently.

“So if you're lightning and he's dragon. Who is the bat?” Seamus asked.

Harry touched Seamus’ forearm and leaned in closer to him. “Hey Seamus thanks for passing along the message. Do you mind if we keep this? Maybe puzzle it out a bit.”

Seamus was looking into Harry's eyes, searching. Draco saw it then, the separate connection. Harry and Seamus used to be together.

“Yea, yea sorry Harry. Just got caught up in the excitement I guess. That's your private business. Can I… Can I just have the bottom part? I'm pretty sure that part is for me.” A soft blush spread across his cheeks and he leaned in a little closer so his shoulder brushed on Harry's.

“O'course.” Harry used his wand and cut the bottom half cleanly away and handed it to Seamus.

“‘M just gunna wash up and I'll get outta your hair.”

Harry gave his arm another squeeze before Seamus left.

Draco looked pointedly at Harry, when he met his eye he flicked his eyes to where Seamus just was and then back at Harry. “Thought you said it wasn't anyone I knew?”

Harry gave him a startled look, “Seamus was a long time ago. Back at Hogwarts. I didn't think you meant that. What, you jealous Malfoy?”

“No! I just thought …” Draco began but then stopped with a scowl and folded his arms.

“Seamus knew, he's said he's known since he was a kid. He has an eye for it, if you are gay. He had a way of bringing it up so you kind of figured it out yourself. He was patient and kind and just the person I needed then. We are good friends now.”

Draco bristled, he did not want to be here right now.

Seamus came back and gave Draco an odd look that he couldn't name. Was this it? Was he trying to decide? Did he know!

Draco suddenly had a darker thought, one that wasn't his, but his fathers. ‘What is there to know, Draco?’ His fathers voice still haunted him sometimes.

“Well I best be heading off.” Seamus said as he came back into the kitchen. Harry pulled him into a hug. They walked him to the door.

“Hey let me know if you need any messages passed along. I guess they are only letting people owl their main contact. We told y/n she should list somebody but she didn't want to bother with it. Never thought she would be on such a high profile case she did.” Seamus ducked his head and gave a wave before disapperating from the step.

[rose-lizzzy]

It was time.

Shrub knew the wither rose alliances plan to send the cod alliance into the dungeon leading to the end. She knew most likely they would be easily influenced to kill the dragon once there.

That's when Xornoth finally decided to acknowledge her again, while she was working on decorating her tunnel.

"So the dragons still alive, useless gnome. I thought you were going to kill it. Adding plants to a cave isn't freeing me."

Shrub lets out an exasperated sigh. "I was going to, but was stopped!"

"That was a week ago." The demon retorts impatiently. "You easily could've gone back and found another portal. I could be free by now."

"I know! I'm ready to be rid of you too! But they built a freaking maze around it! And the other ones in the Ocean Queens domain and I can't swim! I'm afraid of water!"

It was clear Xornoth was still upset, not accepting the excuse. "I can't believe I chose such a useless host."

Shrub was starting to get angry again. She'd done so much for him! She's not useless! "What about the other two? Can't you get them to do it?"

"Since you are clearly incompetent, I might as well get them to take care of the dragon, since you won't."

"Finally you're gonna do something yourself? Not gonna make me do it?" She snaps.

"You can stop now." He takes over her body with a growl, teleporting to Mythland where his two other servants were waiting.

"My Xorny is here!" Joey exclaims when he appeared in front of them.

"It's time." Xornoth starts, ignoring the jungle emperors advances. "You must complete your part of the deal."

"The dragon needs to die!" Sausage agrees.

Xornoth grins. "Perfect."

Further north, in the mountains, Pearl entered the wizards tower to show off her new style, to find both twins on the couch by the fire, with Gem very pale and not looking well.

"Hey guys! Wait...what's going on?" She worriedly joins them, putting an arm around Gem.

"I.. I'll explain ..but first...Fwhip..can you grab some potions from my apocathary..?" The weak wizard asks her brother, who immediately agrees and heads out.

Gem turns to pearl, gripping onto her green dress "Pearl...you need to keep him from hurting her. She's a victim...he can't hurt her." She pleads, her words making no sense to the farmer queen.

"I...alright Gem but what...who are you talking about? What happened?"

Before she got a reply Fwhip hurried back, handing her a health and strength potion, which the wizard downs.

Quickly after the potions were consumed, her body stops trembling, and color returns to her face.

"Alright.." she starts, feeling her strength return. "Thank you Fwhip."

The tinkerer nods, and then his expression immediately turns hard. "now who did this to you."

After a pause, Gem gives in and just says it. "...Shrub. But here's the thing..."

Before she could continue, Fwhip was up and at the door. Luckily, Pearl was faster, standing between him and the door.

"Pearl. Out of the way. I need to fry a gnome."

The warrior shakes her head. "I won't let you. Not yet."

Fwhip glares at her "She hurt my sister! I need to teach her a lesson."

Before either of them could continue, they heard an owls call, and Gem passes them, slipping out the door and taking the note from the owl waiting outside.

"Scott needs us in Rivendell ASAP. I might as well finish explaining there. Fwhip, you can get your revenge later. We need to go."

The trio takes off to the nearby kingdom, Pearl keeping a close eye on the tinkerer.

They meet in the church, to exchange the different information each has.

"Good you're all here." Scott starts. "I have some news I need to share with you all."

"While we're here..." Gem adds, "I too have some information. And we also did a good thing!" She grins at Fwhip, who was still obviously stewing in anger.

"Yeah yeah, we trapped the cod head in the end. They won't get to it."

"In the end?!" Scott gasps

"That's where the dragon is!" Katherine adds.

"Well they won't get to it, we made an elaborate dungeon!" Fwhip snaps, his anger getting out.

"Fwhip!" Gem scolds, and the tinkerer shrinks back into quietly stewing.

"Alright so that's not good, we need to go protect the dragon..." Scott groans "But I might as well tell you all first. There were ruins, I found out there's a whole good stag bad stag, and Xornoth is in fact my brother."

"What." The crowd echoes.

Gem steps forward "Interesting, I have information to add to about Xornoth. We have three members who have fallen to corruption." She starts, and the emperors minus Fwhip and Pearl mutter confusion. But even the two who didn't react as much still gave the wizard puzzled looks.

"This person has been undercover, serving as a host for Xornoth, the very first victim to the corruption. In fact, they were corrupted before we even met them. Since the beginning I had noticed a dark aura around them, but I figured it was the corruption around, the fact that corruption took their land." From this the others started to understand who she was referring to.

"Shrub is corrupted by Xornoth." She outright says it. "I confronted her, took her in to try to heal her, and Xornoth took over her and in turn grabbed me and tried to hold me captive."

There was a lot of silence, everyone taking it in.

"Well." Pearl breaks the silence. "That's an interesting turn of events."

"Alright...well...we need to deal with saving the dragon first, and then we can deal with her."

"Let's go!" They all charge out of the church towards the end portal to protect the dragon.

[thesmallfriendlytadpole]

Interlude 1

Thanks to @sapphirebluephoenix for letting me use their character in the story!!

Also can you catch the reference

Interlude

Tadpole and Therum meet Blue!

“TADPOLE!” Therum yelled, running after their small partner. Tadpole had rushed into the wild frenzy of the rush hour market with abandon. They’d recently had another spot open in their employee list after Tadpole had fired the last one for being transphobic.

“ ugh,” they grumbled to themselves, bumping elbows with most of the market goers. They scanned the place, only just managing to spot them talking to one of their friends, Axolus, who ran the game store. As Therum pushed their way through the crowd, they could sort of spot their menace of a partner, running in an entirely different direction than they were originally going.

As the chase went on, Therum couldn’t keep up. Between weaving through the crowd of folks and tracking the small menace, they really couldn’t do both. So for a while, Therum was searching blindly. Till Tadpole got themselves into trouble again. Half an hour later, Therum could faintly hear yelling that they recognized to be the employee that they’d fired; Jpeg Owling. As they got closer to the source of the mayhem, they heard one thing that made them run even faster. “You both tainted that boy with LIES.” They could hear the slight growling of their partner and as they shoved their way through the crowd (with many apologies) they saw Tadpole motion for her to lean down.

“ I think I'm gonna go to jail for murder,” they said, face contorting into a snarl, then turning to Therum who had gotten through the crowd they yelled, “ That BITCH doesn’t get to talk about our kid”. They turned back around and Therum could tell their partner was bracing to launch themselves at the piece of garbage across from them. “ Take care of the kid for me okay!” they said then launched themselves up.

Before they could even get close to the shit eater, Therum had grabbed them around the waist, holding them close as Tadpole kicked at them, “AIBOU, LET ME GO,” They screamed, “I NEED TO KILL HER”. Even before they could even get out of the hold, there was a gasp from the crowd. A person from the crowd had punched her in the face. They looked unassuming with black hair and in all black, but it was obvious that Tadpole had taken a liking to them, as they stopped kicking and wriggled out of their grip.

After they’d wriggled out of Therum’s grip, Tadpole turns around and runs towards the person, who is still examining their hand, and before Therum can catch their partner, they’d already caught the mysterious person by the other hand and dragged them back as the crowd dispersed. The 2 of them were chatting on the small distance back, and as they drew nearer, Therum could hear their counterpart exclaim “ You’ve got a job by the Royal Ink, if you ever need one!”

Therum couldn’t help but sigh, this was something that Tadpole did often, and their house was populated with stray cats, ducks, dogs and fish. Even Lloyd ,their youngest (kid)employee was someone that Tadpole had found, and together, they helped them all. Bounding ahead of the stranger(Therum should really find out their name) Tadpole announced to them, “Aibou! I’ve found our new artist.” As they both drew closer, Therum realized they looked familiar.

“Weren't you the one who designed one of the signs that we used for the shop?” Therum said, and before they could respond, Tadpole responded for them, “ Yeah, Blue totally did, I can’t wait to see more of their art in the designs,” before they can continue, Blue(that’s their name isn’t it?) interrupts the hyper designer.

“ Yeah.. I did, but it’s not a big deal-” and much like Blue had done before, Tadpole interrupts again, “It is a big deal! You should come work with us, we have a new spot, and the most adorable mascot!”

Blue turned to them with a quizzical look on their face, “a…Mascot?” Therum was relatively unphased, deadpanning “ yeah, our son”

END OF INTERLUDE

[thatonegaybastard]

okay wait im gonna infodump about my old terraria worlds lore. I made up for it I may have forgotten some

normal text is stuff thats always been. bold text is new stuff I decided to add or change. italics js stuff that I planned to happen in the future but never exactly got sround to

The name of the world is the Route of Fallen Stars. It was randomly generated and I liked it so I kept it. It's a pre-hardmode corruption world. (because i did t even beatone boss in it) Half the town ws initally gonna be undergound because Kris thought it'd be cool aesthetically but then a gnome showed up in the are that lead to the mines and nearly killed Kris so he changed his mind

There is a growing settlement called Sunstar Town, named for it's sunflowers and the world it's located in. Or at least it was growing, progress seemingly halted recently with Kris's disappearance.

The townies! I only really made lroe for wyatt and kris tbh

Kris - Player character (he/him preferred but any pronouns but she/her are fine)

Founded the town alongside Wyatt the guide who he tends to bully. He'd be really upset if anything happened to Wyatt, though, because he actually likes Wyatt a lot.

Kris was kind of an asshole tbh. He's very eccentric and was always running amock too and fro doing who knows what. Mostly takes charge in expanding and actually progressing, and does all the building and stuff. He thought he was tough and strong but he's actually kind of a wimp

Kris had this weird ability? Thing? He only recently discovered it after he and Wyatt first set up shop. When he dies, a gravestone appears where he died, and he falls out of the sky back into town good as new, losing a lot of his money though. He claimed doesn't know why this happens, but he became reckless and started to not care about death or getting super hurt because of it. It made him overconfident. Also for some reason he liked to collect the graves he leaves behind, he had a chest dedicated to keeping them in.

When he dies he leaves behind a gravestone, and from this gravestone he can come back to life. Only he and maybe Wyatt knew thjs.

He doesn't like Dolbere, for some reason.

He poked fun of all the townies, Wyatt the most, but he did go out of his way to build homes and furnish and ecorate them, and if he hated them he cpuld just leave He was even building a new storefront for Edwin!

Ways Kris has died:

Vulture. If i remember right

Rolling cactus whule exploring the antillion tunnels

Understimated how big a dynamites explosion would be and exploded himself while exploring underground in the ice biome. He lost the gravestone for this one so he's upset about that.

Tried to fend off the slimes during a slime rain, but they all gathered around and clung to him, and soon dozens of slimes stuck to him and fused into a King Slime. It's not 100% certain if he's dead, because no gravestone spawned, but where would it spawn, with all that slime around it? If he was alive, how would he escape? It's nigh impossible to get a good look at him in there, but he never blinks, he doen't seem to control his movements, he seems to sag. His body just moves with the slime. Dead or alive, he's not coming back from this one.

Wyatt - Guide (he/they)

Cofounded the town with his old friend Kris. Always ends up with burns and the like even though he doesnt even have a furnace in his house or whatever, but Kris always bamdageD him up before anyone couldn ask where they're from. Dating Philosir, who lives with him. And maybe Robyn idk I haven't decided. Throuple.

Lives with Philosir in their own house they share together

King of the owls. And by that I mean he likes to bring owls inside his house (i didnt give him a floor at first and owls kept spawning in it) and they will listen to him. Theyre the friends of the owls <3

This is actually canon to the games but the guide IS the wall of flesh so so is wyatt. He's cursed to become it ot something idk i pribavly had an explination but I forgot, but when Kris was gonna defeat I t it would kill Wyatt which would have made Kris fucking upset but then Wyatt was gonna get revived but that got cutbout because I decided to jill off Kris before that so now Wyatt is the one upset I guess

Edwin - Merchant (he/him)

Oldest townie in terms of actual age and how long hes been in hte town. Has a store under Kris's hut but Kris was building him a new, better one bove the ground! But then Kris got slimed. Sad! Edwin thinks this is greatly inconvenient

Philosir - Dye Trader (he/him)

The dye trader I forgot everything but hes dating Wyatt.

Dolbere - Demolitionist (he/him)

Demolitionist dwarf Kris didn't like him so he made his house in the room Kris made of nothing but ice.

Robyn - Zoologist (she/they)

Wyatts really good friend! They bomd over their love of and ability to talk to animals.

Mauro - Painter (he/him)

Newest town member! Hes the raising obe eyebrow emoji. Thinks everyones kinda weird.

Salem - Town Cat (she/her)

Kitty <3

the town as a whole reminds ne of that meme of agroup of people all at once thinking "good thing im the only normal one here"

[nancypullen]

What Was I Thinking?

I ended my last post by saying that I'd be back the next day. What was I thinking? I knew the grandgirl and her staff would be arriving for the weekend and I never touch the blog when they're here. So here I am, two days late. Oops. As always, Little Miss brought magic with her. Here she is (I'm not allowed to show her face) under what she calls the "Trading Tree". It's a big Crape Myrtle surrounded by flowers and shrubs, and it's where she keeps her fairy village.

She tidies up the village and always leaves a present for the fairies. Sometimes it's a flower, sometimes it's a shiny penny, whatever strikes her fancy. In the morning she can't wait to see what the fairies left for her in trade. Amazingly enough, it's always something she likes...little owls, glittery things. She also loves having a cutting garden and filled a vase for our table and made a bouquet to take to her teacher.

So it was all mermaids, fairies, and one very benevolent princess ruling over it all. Kindergarten starts in two weeks and I fear that we'll see less and less of the magic as the school year progresses. It happens. <sniffle>

Back to reality, and Sunday started quietly. This is what I see when I come downstairs in the morning. Leaf shadows through the windows of the front door, dancing on the wall of the entryway. I love it.

A soft start to the day and it seems seems determined to finish that way as well. I went on a housework strike today, I just didn't want to look at a mop or broom or sponge or toilet or dish. I'm hardly cooking. Yesterday's dinner was grilled chicken and we have leftovers, so I'm tossing it on top of salad. Easy peasey.

Earlier today I took an inventory of what clay I had on hand and after lunch we made a run into Easton for a quick pick up of additional colors. I need to spend the next month cranking out cards and earrings. I hope there are enough true crime podcasts to keep me company while I do it. I also need to get the vanity in the Halloween bathroom painted. I want to do it before the flooring goes in on Friday. That way if I dribble anything it's not cause for panic. I always use drop cloths, plastic, tape, and all of that - but it'll still be less to worry about if I just get it done tomorrow. That's the plan. In exciting (to me) news, I found two more prints that would lend themselves very nicely to being spooked up.

This one is at the auction and is sitting at $2. I'd turn it all to autumn, make the cottage witchy, turn the fence gray, and probably put a witch on that bench - maybe she's reading, or maybe she's carving a pumpkin.

I don't care for the frame, but I could always paint it.

I REALLY like this one, but it's on Facebook Marketplace for $10. I don't want to spend $10. I'd have a ball with this one. Imagine that turned into a bustling witch village! Curling glittery smoke coming out of each chimney, autumn colors everywhere, witches strolling about town, maybe even signs on each building - a wand store, apothecary, magic brooms, that sort of thing. Plus, the frame is better.

I may talk myself right into spending ten bucks. Darn it. It really would be fun. I finished the first print, or at least I think it's finished. I added a mouse, tried to tidy up some wonky spots, but didn't do much else. I can always add to it if a brilliant idea strikes. I roughed up that mauve mat and then painted it and added a bit of sparkle. I think I'll paint a little bit of glue on that mat and add cobwebs.

It's not great but the trial run of anything usually isn't. I can improve it. It's already cat approved.

That's my day so far being lazy and being crafty. The timer just dinged to let me know my earrings need to come out of the oven, so I'm off to sand them down and then give them a little gloss. Perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon, don't you think? I hope you're doing something that relaxes you. Get lost in a book, try a new recipe, go for a walk, whatever brings your blood pressure down. Who knows what the week ahead holds, might as well stockpile some zen right now. Better than entering the week all stressed out. Sending all kinds of love and good vibes out, hope they find you. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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Girls Club | Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Polaroid Pictures

Eleonora’s  POV

Hi Nora!

France is great! I’ve had such a great time so far. The pastries we get each morning have got to be my favorite thing ever! I can’t wait to get home and get a room to myself again. though I didn’t think sharing with Hermione would be this bad. I think she’s mad that mum and dad want me to go to Diagon Alley with her when she goes to meet her friends.

Speaking of which! They’re going this Wednesday. I was thinking we could meet up with Rory and get our shopping done together! It would be great to catch up with you two before term starts. You should owl her about it! I can’t get an owl out here to send a letter. to do it myself.

I get home on Sunday so you can owl me after then. Can’t wait to see you!

xoxo Catherine! 

Eleonora smiled as she read over the postcard from her friend. The front had a picture of an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. The side with the message had an extra piece of paper taped to it, to fit the long message. A piece of ribbon laid discarded on the desk in front of her, it had once held the letter together.

There was also a small polaroid picture attached to the postcard. The picture was of Catherine smiling wildly, her dark curly hair framed her face perfectly. She held a steaming cup of coffee, while sitting at a cafe in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was a regular muggle picture but Catherine’s happiness radiated from the picture. 

A soft knock pulled Eleonora out of her thoughts and she turned her head towards the door.

“Eleonora?” a muffled voice from the other side said. “I’m making breakfast, some toast with scrambled eggs. Let me know soon if you’d like some,” the faint footsteps echoed through the hallway as the man left. 

Eleonora stood over her desk, still looking over the picture of her friend. After a moment of deliberation the blonde girl grabbed the postcard and a quill before leaving for the kitchen. She walked out of her room and took a left down the hallway. She could hear shuffling around in the kitchen, as well as the radio playing some muggle news station. 

“Goodmorning Remus,” Eleonora said when she entered the kitchen. 

The kitchen wasn’t very large. Simple brown cabinets littered the right side of the room. Remus stood by the stove, preparing the scrambled eggs. The large window across from the entrance of the kitchen made the room feel slightly larger than it really was and at this time of day it was letting in plenty of sunlight. She walked past him towards the table in front of the window and placed her things down before joining Remus next to the stove. 

“Good Morning Nora,” the older man smiled towards the girl. He took his eyes away from the scrambled eggs and glanced towards the blonde to see what she was rummaging for. “Are you looking for anything?”

“Yeah,” Eleonora mumbled. She pulled an inkwell out of the drawer and grabbed a few loose pieces of paper off the counter. “Found it!” she cheered and smiled towards Remus. She raised her findings in the air in victory and walked back towards the table. “I have to write Catherine back,” Eleonora explained once she took a seat. 

Eleonora wrote out her response to Catherine. Remus walked around the kitchen, finishing up breakfast and setting a plate in front of the blonde and another plate in front of the seat across from her. 

“There have been no sightings of escaped murderer Sirius Black,” a voice on the radio announced. Remus froze. Coffee pot in hand he stood there waiting for any other news. 

Eleonora didn’t know much about the convict. She only knew that he was in fact an escaped prisoner from Azkaban and not from a muggle prison. She also knew that he had killed a bunch of muggles during the wizarding war. Remus didn’t answer any of her questions about Black. 

Eleonora had a strong feeling that Remus did in fact know something. However he was never one to talk when it came to the events of the war. A pained expression would only cross his face and he’d say “There’s no point in dwelling on the past.” That frustrated her to no end. Especially when she asked about her family. Remus would promise that he’d tell her everything one day but that day never seemed to arrive. 

The radio clipped out, drawing Eleonora’s attention back to the present. Remus went back to filling two mugs with coffee, making a point to fill one of them with mostly milk. He wasn’t very keen on Eleonora drinking coffee. He thought she wasn’t quite old enough.

“Is Catherine back from France yet?” Remus asked in an attempt to lighten the tension in the room. 

“She gets home on Sunday,” Eleonora said and passed the picture of her friend to Remus. “We’re planning a shopping trip for Wednesday,” the blonde tapped the edge of the table, glancing towards Remus for a response. “We want to get our school supplies,” she added.

“Sounds like a fun time,” Remus smiled and took another bite of his eggs. “As long as you stay in Diagon Alley and get home at a reasonable time,” he added sternly, pointing a fork in her direction.

“Of course!” Eleonora responded cheerfully. Ever since the news of Sirius Black escaping Remus had been anxious about letting Eleonora out on her own. It had made Remus slightly more overprotective than usual. “I’ll be sure to be home before dark,” Eleonora reassured and took a sip of her coffee. 

The two continued to eat their breakfast in silence. Only the clatter of utensils and a quill scratching on a piece of paper could be heard. 

“I should be out for work,” Remus said as he took his last sip of coffee. “I’ll be home around six as always,” he added and placed his dishes in the sink.

 With a wave of his wand the dishes began to clean themselves and soon enough they were also being dried off and put away in their respective places. Eleonora couldn’t help but stare at the casual use of magic. It made her excited about going back to school, and even more excited to turn seventeen in sixth year. 

“I’ll just be home,” Eleonora groaned. “Writing my letters,” she waved a hand around at her predicament. “Maybe I’ll get around to finishing the Handmaid's tale,” she added. 

“I’ll see you later,” Remus smiled and placed a kiss on top of her head before heading out of the kitchen to gather his things for work.

Remus had mentioned to Eleonora that he was looking for another job, yet again. He was still waiting for an interview. However the past couple months he had managed to keep a job at a muggle post office. Unfortunately his employer was starting to get frustrated with him for his frequent days off. In Eleonora’s opinion two or three days out of the month didn’t seem too bad but Remus only chuckled at this comment. 

Eleonora took the remainder of the morning to finish her letter to Catherine, as well as the second one for Rory. Much to her annoyance she also had to wash her own dishes by hand. After drying the dishes she walked towards the kitchen window.

The window looked out into a small courtyard area. It was surrounded from both sides with buildings, only allowing access for those who lived in the buildings. The courtyard was empty, except for a few stray cats chasing each other. Eleonora opened the window to take a better look at the cats fighting on the ground floor.

“Chip!” Eleonora yelled out towards the cats. “Chip knock it off!” she yelled again, this time gaining one of the cats attention. The white cat took another swipe at the tabby cat before letting out a loud meow and making its way towards the second floor window. Soon enough the white cat made its way towards the windowsill beside Eleonora. 

“There you are,” Eleonora said and gave the cat a little scratch behind his ear. Chip purred quietly and nuzzled his face further into the blonde’s palm. 

Chip was a skinny white cat. The only markings he had were a brown spot around his eye and a brown strip around his tail. One of his ears was half missing. Eleonora wasn’t sure what had happened to him. She had been taking care of him for the past three years and during her fourth year she had even brought him to Hogwarts although she wasn’t quite sure what he was up to most of the time. 

“Instead of getting into fights with the alley cats go and look for Erwin,” Eleonora nudged the cat. “Bring him back here, I have a letter for him,” she said. Chip nuzzled against her palm one more time and meows before leaving to look for the barn owl. 

Eleonora quickly addressed each letter, preparing each one appropriately. When Erwin arrived back at the windowsill Eleonora scratched the top of his head and placed a sickle in the pouch around his leg, and attached the letter for Rory. Erwin was about to fly off but Chip couldn’t let him leave without trying to swipe at the owl.

“Chip!” Eleonora groaned, pulling the cat inside and closing the window behind the owl. “Why do you have to be like that,” she scolded and placed the cat back on the floor.

“Now I know Remus probably wouldn’t be too happy with me leaving unannounced,” Eleonora spoke to Chip and walked out to the living room. “However Catherine is still in France so I can’t owl her and I’ll be gone only an hour at most,” she added, a mischievous grin making its way onto her face. “You won’t tell him, right?” However all Chip could do is meow and watch as Eleonora walked out the front door.

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A/N: This is the first chapter of a new story I have started. You can check it out on ao3 under the same title and author! Let me know if you want me to continue posting here as well!

[thewolfno11-blog-blog]

Final Trailer Analysis Part 1

After seeing the final trailer, screaming in my head for about an hour, and calming down, I wanted to do a trailer analysis for the final trailer. That led to more than 43 screenshots, so the analysis must be split into multiple posts.

EDIT: I have found the achievement list and that has given me more insight about the trailer and also discover other new stuff. Which I have added. Also I actually studied the images some more.

If you don't want to be spoiled please don't read.

New Homunculi

I wanted start by talking about the new Homunculi we see in the trailer. The first new one we see is this fella:

Thanks to the released achievement list we have a name for this guy: Lars. Lars has a gas mask, making me wonder if he's one of the Homunculi that was made to be stronger against the effects of the fumes. In the memory, it does look like he's in area that's more heavily affected by the blight. It also looks like he is reporting while the mysterious Attuner woman is seen in the background. The achievement title is "Guardian", so it makes me wonder if he was supposed to be a bodyguard for the mysterious woman.

He seems to have some sort of movement ability, similar to Hati and Garm. His ability reminds me of Hollow Knight's Crystal Dash. It also does damage when passing through enemies.

The nest Homunculi is this one:

I have named thee; Ogre Warden. We only have one shot of this homunculus and I think this guy is just a miniboss. I will explain my reasons in a bit. Ogre Warden does have an interesting dialogue, but that is the only thing this final trailer shows.

Staying within the Japanese influence this next homunculi.

I recently finished Nine Sols and I will not lie. This homunculus gave me slight PTSD. Aside from the fact they are super cool-looking and clad in purple, we don't know a lot about them. We do have a name though thanks to the achievement list: No. 7. It's quite a curious name, it just might be that he was called that by the human that employed him. Which adds to the lore of how homunculi were treated as anything but human. At the same time, the number 7 suggests that there are 6 more like him. I think that Ogre Warden is one of them. Their memory doesn't reveal much, but the achievement Title is 'Vengeance'. I can't wait to fight them.

Speaking of memories let's take a look at this memory

At first, I thought it was the Samurai Homunculus, but after looking at it for a while I realized this was the white Witch Homunculi I talked about in an earlier post. That said, I have no idea what this image is trying to tell us, so the mystery still remains. The achievement list did reveal her name though: Luiseach. Interesting to note is that the achievement title is exactly the same as purifying Eleine; Lamentation.

We have three more images from the trailer we can look at. I believe that most of these are all new bosses that Lilac doesn't take with her on her adventure.

I believe the first one is in the factory. The second in the underwater section of what I have dubbed the Sorcerer's Academy in an earlier post. The Spider boss I want to talk more in depth in the next post.

Thanks to the Achievement list we have three more images and names for three more Homunculi that we do take with us on our journey.

The first one is named Reibolg, and the achievement title is 'Devotion'. It looks like some sort of knight.

The second one is named Lorna, and the achievement title is 'Grief'. The title grief has many implications which make me slightly worried. She seems to be blindfolded and I wonder if she never had them or somehow lost them.

The third one is named Huginn, and the achievement title is 'Restoration'. Huginn seems like an owl just like Muninn. I really hope that is not the case. I like owls, but it seems a bit odd to have two of them aesthetic-wise. Edit: just found out that Huginn and Muninn are the names of a pair of ravens that serve Odin. So it does make sense.

Speaking of the next post there is one more homunculi we can talk about, but I have a theory connected to that one. And this post is already long enough as it is. So see you next post!

[hanjisungz-remade]

aaa i hope libero plays echo going on from now if she's still meta (but with cree widow back im not sure :0) also me too,,, im tired of *net's shit so im just gonna,,, support from a far :)) also did u see titan's new roster 👀 it's... interesting like idk any of them but we'll see this weekend - fleta anon

yea i feel like she will still be played sometimes but definitely not as much as last week, especially bc of widow and mcree being back but i stg if libero doesn’t get more play time i will riot,,,,, ugh yea like i went through the turmoil of produce seasons 1,2 and x and i still see their sneaky editing techniques to make some teams look really good when they weren’t and others look bad when they weren’t (not gonna go into it bc i don’t wanna get hate but yea 🤧) i’ve been trying not to watch but i just don’t have anything else so i end up just putting it on 😪

skjfhkjdshf omg yea i know fuck all about the players but,,,, idk with the stuff happening on justice that game is gonna be Interesting to say the least 🤔