#also I love that she just works on a magical creature sanctuary

[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥: 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5 || chap. 6 || chap. 7 || chap. 8

‼️ DISCLAIMERS FOR THIS CHAPTER ‼️

Main Characters Deaths, Just An Overall Sad Chapter & Angsty Ending

word count: 4.5k+

tag list: @s0r0ws @starvviss @kjisbae17 @lov3rgiiirl @starless-nightz @random-girls-loves

author’s note: anyways, i hope you liked this chapter! please don’t be a silent reader and interact within the chapter. also, i hoped you cried immensely because that was the ideal intention of this chapter; to make it as depressing as it could possibly get (for now 😉)

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CHAPTER 3, EPISODE ONE

Everyone’s huddled up in the car with your parents in the front seats and the children in the back. You hated the middle seat so you told Grover to get comfortable there, for the greater good, and you sat on the left side, right behind your mother.

Right now, Grover is updating you and Percy about everything demigod-related.

“My job has been to guide you to this moment. It’s always an emotional rollercoaster for young demigods, so providing a support system is really–“

“Who are you?” Percy interrupts him.

Grover stared blankly at your brother, “I’m Grover. I’m your best friend and–“

“What are you?” The blonde recorrects.

“That is a very good question,” You chirped up, “I would like to revisit my previous question.”

“No, Y/N, let it go!”

“I’m asking the important questions here!”

“Irrelevant questions!”

“To answer your question, Y/N, no, I was born like this,”

“You sure? You know parents tend to lie a lot too,”

“I’m fully aware of adult tendencies to lie frequently, but I was born like this. I’m serious.”

He removes his tam, revealing two small goat horns. “I’m a satyr, and I’m your protector, both of you.”

“You’re our protector?” Your brother asked rhetorically.

“If I hadn’t gotten you kicked out of school, you’d never have survived the night. And what’s chasing us now would have found you there easily.”

“Oh, because that’s so comforting to hear.” You cross your arms.

Percy turns his head to the car window and Grover looks dejected at the action.

“I’m sorry.” Grover breathes out, sincerity laced in his tone, “Usually, I can sense danger coming a mile away, but this time…Well none of us saw Dodds’ coming.

“So you knew about that…creature?” You inquired, gaining Percy’s attention back onto his friend.

“That thing that Dodds turned into, you saw it happen? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I saw some of it.”

“What part did you see? Where she flung me across the sky or when she attacked Percy?”

“Well, yes and no. The Mist kept her hidden even from us until it was too late.”

“I think I have a concussion from that,” You wince at the memory, holding the back of your head. “Besides, what the hell is Mist?!”

“The Mist is a veil that hides the magical world from the human world. My legs, Dodds’ wings, Even Dodds’ absence, but it isn’t supposed to hide things from me. That never happens. Something more powerful is at work here.”

“Maybe we’re the power sources.” You shrugged.

“Yeah, right,” Percy scoffs.

“The sooner we get you two to camp, the better off you’re–“

“Camp?! Who’s going to camp?!” You backtracked.

With a baffled expression, Grover turned to your parents, completely unimpressed by their timing, “You told them about camp, right?”

“We were getting there!” Your parents shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Camp is a sanctuary for half-bloods. A safe space where you can learn who you are and what the world is like on the other side of the Mist.”

“Wait, hold up this an actual summer camp with mosquitoes and other dangerous animals lurking in the woods?!” You deadpanned. “Nah, you can keep that, I’m not going.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Your mom states.

“Uh, it’s not far, actually, just a little way past the bend up there.” Grover directs your mother.

“Mom, what else haven’t we talked about?” Your mother, Sally stayed quiet, anxiously glimpsing at her son. “What else haven’t you told us?”

“There are more secrets?!”

“Oh, there’s more like you wouldn’t believe, sweetie.” Jessica grins.

“Jess, that’s not helping whatsoever!” Sally exclaims.

“Sorry, it just slipped out of my mouth.”

“And you wonder why Y/N is a mini you.”

A flash of blinding light appears from mid-sky and disposes of a creature, which instantly starts running on all fours, chasing after the speeding car.

“Is that the Minotaur?!”

“Holy shit!” You and your mom said simultaneously in bewilderment.

“Once the attacks start, they never let up. Okay? Dodds was just the beginning.”

“Then who’s the freaking ending?! Because I’m ready to slain as many monsters as necessary.”

“He is next. He- he is brutal, he is relentless–“

“He’s still wearing underpants.”

“Out of all things, you could have noticed, Percy, you chose that?! Us trying not to die should be your main priority, not if the Minotaur is playing goddamn dress up!”

Percy and Grover kept their eyes on the large bulky monster.

“It’s gone!” Percy shouts, astonished.

“Gone?! Gone where?! I hoped it vanished back to wherever it came from!”

“Like it’s ever that easy!”

Then, the Minotaur’s loud footsteps and rough grunts halted and it almost calmed everyone’s racing heart rates.

“I think it’s gone for good now.”

Until it reappeared, now gaining up on the speeding car, The Minotaur ran up closer to the car front, beside Sally’s car door, aiming for severe damage.

“You just had to say something, didn’t you?!”

“How was I supposed to know that would happen?!”

“Because you jinxed us!”

“Don’t blame me because I’m stating the obvious!”

“I will push you out of this car!”

“Do it! I dare you!”

“Little Blondie, don’t tempt me with a good time!”

“Who are you calling Little?!”

“Someone who hasn’t had their growth spurt yet.”

“Hey, I’m still developing!” Percy gasps.

“Yeah, just very, very slowly.”

“Can we sacrifice Y/N to The Minotaur?”

“Oh please, you don’t have the balls to do it anyways,” You scoffed, “Besides, you need me. I’m always saving your dumbass, you can’t get rid of me!”

“Stop! Nobody is going to push anyone out of this car!”

“He started it–“

“No, I didn’t you, liar–“

“That’s it! Don’t make me come back there! I don’t care who started it, just know that it's ending!”

“Is there any more insight you’d like to add, Grover?” Sally calmly questions, acting like her children and wife didn’t have a screaming match a few seconds ago. Your family was truly a chaotic mess whenever they wanted, dismissing the matter as if impending death wasn’t lingering over their shoulders.

“Yes, I do.”

“Then, go right ahead,”

“The Mythomagic cards were training. Everything has been training for what’s still ahead of you.”

“What’s ahead of us?!”

“Kids…”

“I’m actually 24,” Grover confesses quickly, causing two heads to turn in unexpectancy.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

“Hold on, please.”

The Minotaur roars loudly.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mother, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mother, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me. Y-you promised me, you pinky promised that we were all going to survive, but you lied. Why did you lie to me?” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it means my mother is coming back, to me, to home. I’m so fucking tired and I just wanna go home! Home is wherever the four of us are!”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her still figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond, despite being in extreme denial.

Percy struggled to plant you on your feet as Sally walked over to Grover.

“Grover, I am entrusting you to protect my children, my only son and only daughter.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Jackson, Percy, and Y/N will be totally safe at camp–“

“Swear it.” She commands.

“What’s happening?”

“Swear it, Grover! Keep my children safe from anyone or anything that comes for them, that wants to harm them, that looks at them in the wrong way. Do you understand me?”

“I swear!” Grover persists, with determination and sincerity in his voice.

Sally nods at the boy, venturing over to you and Percy.

“I gotta go now,”

“Go? What do you mean go? Y/N stop her from going on this suicide mission,” He stares at you, waiting for a response. The first time you didn’t respond to your brother’s words caught him off guard, knowing you’ll always be his first defender.

The boy winces seeing your shaken body and red puffy eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that you were still traumatized from witnessing your mom’s death. Seeing this sad broken-hearted face of yours, devastated Percy beyond any words to ease the pain. All those times, you’d reassured and defended him countless times, and yet he was speechless about how to comfort you right now. He felt like such a horrible brother to you.

“Your sister isn’t in charge, I am and what I say goes!”

“But–“

“This is no buts! You’re gonna be brave now. Remember what I taught you, remember the stories I told you. Especially the stories, they will tell–“

“No way! Mom, I’m not leaving you, not like how we left Mother stranded and alone to die.”

“Perseus!” She snapped, tired of his persistent attempts, cupping his face, “Listen to me! You…are not broken. You are singular. You’re a miracle and you are my son. Hold fast, brave the storm.”

“And Y/N,” She caresses your face, her saddened expression increasing at your blank eyes, “You are not neglected in this family, you’re just as important. You are one of a kind, my beautiful baby girl. You are my daughter and I don’t ever want you to forget that.”

Those words melted in your heart and words rambled from you without hesitation, the guilt of everything came crashing down.

“I’m so sorry, mother, for not being able to protect any of us. I failed at what I was best at.”

“You’re a kid, be a kid, stop worrying if you’re not going to save everyone. That’s too much of a heavy burden on yourself, it’s not good for your mentality. Live life, get a girlfriend and don’t force yourself to grow up too fast because you'll regret it. Let me tell you something unfair; you can’t save everyone all the time. I love you two so much,”

“We love you too.”

Just like that, The Minotaur had the worst timing of moments erupting with a loud search roar.

“We need to move!”

“Give me your coat.”

“Why?” Percy asks but removes his coat anyway, “What are you gonna do?”

“He smells half-blood, that’s what he’s tracking, yeah?”

“That’s right.”

Sally grabs the coat from her blonde son, “So if he smells you in two directions at once, maybe I can confuse him, buy us both a little time to get away.”

“Mom, please don’t…we can’t afford to lose another parent on the same night.” Percy pleads, stepping forward, gesturing to you, “Y/N is one of the strongest people I know, and a few hours into this demigod madness, she’s broken, possibly going to recover from trauma at the camp where we’re supposed to rediscover our true potential for a man who wasn’t even here our whole lives.” He whispers, a string of desperation in his voice, “You can’t do this to us…please don’t do this to us. You’re all we have left.”

“Hey! It’ll be okay.” She reassures the blonde boy with a weak smile, “Y/N bounces back, she always does. For the first time, she needs you more than you need her right now, so be her anchor for right now, and don’t ever let go.”

Another yell echoes throughout the forest and trees falling down a few feet away meant the Minotaur was getting unbelievably closer. Your heart raced in your chest, once you saw the bulky overgrown monster, standing on its hind feet, intimidating everyone who bore witness.

Sally wastes no time, giving Percy a forehead kiss and then moving over to repeat the same action with you.

“Go now!” She shoves you away into Percy’s and Grover’s arms, now facing the Minotaur as the trio escapes into the rainy forest night.

Her plan for using Percy’s coat as bait to seemingly distract him and draw him away from the two demigods was successfully executed.

After maintaining some far distance from your mother, Sally, and the Minotaur, the trio still kept on running, nobody turning back. Until a loud roar reverberated across the forest broke your concentration on getting to safety and intensified your worries for your mother. You stopped running, turning around as your heart hammered inside your chest, the adrenaline pumping.

Despite being miles away, you and Percy viewed the fight, flinching when the monster knocked your mother down with its horns.

The Minotaur held in its hand, lifting up something in the air…someone more life-like…that’s someone who was your mother, Sally! You gasped and shoved at the revelation, wondering about your mother’s fate and you continued to watch the heartbreaking scene. Your body wasn’t acting upon cooperation with your mind, telling you to run away before it gets you next or attempting to save your mother. Having already lost one parent was devastating as it is, and losing your other parent would cause a lifetime of trauma for you.

Your heart clenched in fear as Sally struggles to escape from his grasp.

You felt Percy’s scared face hide into the fabric of your cotton shirt, clenching onto the shirt as he squeezed his eyes as tightly as possible.

For the last time, your mother, Sally looked over at you, stretching out a hand, guiding you out to safety, content you’ll be fine. Just like that, she closed her eyes, slowly disintegrating into gold ashes. Huh, that was weird. Humans don’t shrivel up and fade into ashes like that. That definitely was magic.

It was quiet, the rain pattering over you was now a background noise as you struggled to process the incident.

You gulped down the harsh lump in your throat. “It’s…mother’s gone, too…” You informed Percy, tone hoarse as he slowly pulled away from your body.

He looked ahead again, seeing nothing, Sally wasn’t there and the Minotaur was staring into nothing, seemingly distracted.

“Where did she go? What happened to her?”

“…She disappeared into gold ashes.” You whispered slowly, trying to comprehend your mother’s demise in your mind. Once again, your vision becomes blurry and the tears start to form at the loss of yet another parent. “It looked so unrealistic,”

After that Percy began to speak, but your focus wasn’t even directed on him, but rather at that charging furious Minotaur, hungry for more blood.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same on his face.

‘So what happens when the protector is unable to protect? Do they give up instant hope and cower in shame? Or do they fight back, willingly seeking a second chance to redeem themselves? Whether you make a change or just be a bystander like others? This time the answer to that is simple, mourn your losses later and avenge them now. For all you can do right now is fight on the battlefield, because this is no place to cry and admit defeat.

No, you refused to give up hope and you weren’t going down without a fight. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will. The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain that attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything, its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it. To be certain of killing that wretched monster, you deactached its horn from its head with your uppermost strength, then using it to pierce its own eye, another terrifying wail leaves its mouth.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mother would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

“Is she okay?”

“Did she do it alone?”

“Is the blonde boy, okay too?

“How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, he’s okay.”

Grasping onto your fading eyesight, there were four shadowy figures above you, all their voices sounded childish except the girl’s voice which sounded very mature.

“They must be the ones.”

“Hush, Annabeth.”

“They’re waking. Everyone give them some space, please.”

Obeying the command, the four unknown kids gave the siblings some space, revealing a half-man with the…bottom of a horse. Okay, it’s finally official, you’ve completely lost it!

“Welcome to camp, Percy Jackson and Y/N Matthews. We’ve been expecting you two.”

Oh my god! Who are these people?! What in the absolute fuck is going on?! This demigod shit is not cut out for me.

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[wrongcog]

"I remember happier times, and I remember Ranrok took those away from me"

The following information is fanmade, and is just a self insertion into the game/lore! I did as much research into the lore as I could so I didn't override to much in terms of exiting lore! This information follows the story/characters created by myself and @courtneyb22

Siobhan Moriarty isn't the 'Hero of Hogwarts' or the wielder of ancient magic; That would be her best friend, Courtney Brookson. However arguably, she lost a great deal more in this battle.

At the young age of three, Siobhan's parents, both Aurors, were killed. She was hence given into the care of her mother's much older brother Eleazar Fig, along with his wife Miriam. She was raised with both love and care, spending her early years travelling the world for their work. At the age of eleven Uncle El decided to settle down and begin a teaching career, wanting his niece to be able to focus on her education, while also feeling he was getting to old for the constant travelling.

Siobhan was sorted into Hufflepuff and up until her fourth year, had a relatively easy and uneventful time at Hogwarts. Sadly, unknown to her yet, Ranrok had begun his plans, and Miriam Fig was one of the first victims of the goblin rebellion. Heartbroken with the loss of her Aunt, and her Uncle deeply blaming himself for not being with her at the time of her death, the two moved forward in uncovering the mystery around Miram's research.

It was really just fate that come her fifth year, Courtney, the future hero of Hogwarts would be tutored by Professor Fig, and fate again that Courtney and Siobhan would fast become like sisters. Siobhan assisted both her best friend and Uncle with their fight against Ranrok, and at the final battle Courtney won the war, but Siobhan lost her uncle.

Siobhan went onto finishing Hogwarts, focusing on a possible carer as the future Care for magical creatures professor, and opening her and Figs old home up to students in-need of sanctuary.

❤️💛💚💚

[system-architect]

i took some of my friends/guildies on a run through 'story mode' (listening to all the dialogue) of shattered observatory recently and some of them learned new stuff despite running fractals often, which made me realize a bit there's actually a decent amount of fractals lore that people might not know or have picked up on, especially if you ran through the fractals pretty fast?? imo it's genuinely one of the most fascinating and well-written areas of the game

so, here, some of my favorite fractal/dessa/arkk lore tidbits (and why i Really Love Fractals):

1. arkk and potentially dessa are implied to be ex-inquest-- in the nightmare fractals, arkk mistakes the players for inquest debt collectors, and in his chaos fractal journal entries mentions his 'witless subordinates', so the implication feels to be that his mists research was inquest funded before he ghosted them. in thaumanova, dessa mentions two of the inquest npcs as having been krewemates of hers-- in ls1 she refers to them as being from her 'old krewe', and still describes them as friends (she also refers to them as 'good technicians', like yknow, the inquest rank). also, it may be for aesthetics, but tiles with the inquest logo are used throughout fractals (and in mistlock sanctuary)

2. simon, the cat obtainable from fractals, is implied to have been arkk's cat as per the headstone next to it (does this make arkk's cat golems make sense? maybe! they're also a cheeky reference to the other cat golems throughout fractals)

3. there was a little incident back in ls1 that revealed the fractals lobby is, itself, a fractal, and it and all the creatures in it loop continuously just like the regular fractals. shattered observatory is also vaguely foreshadowed in it, in a sad way :")

3a. similarly, by the way, the mistlock sanctuary is a fractal too-- ever talked to the npcs in there? go speak to ilia-- and the bartender

4. dessa hates the consortium, supposedly 'lost' her boyfriend (potentially arkk's father?) to them, and is not aware that the consortium are the ones who started promoting the fractals to tyria as an 'attraction'

5. dessa is, in some way, connected to the asura boss at the end of uncategorized fractal-- a small fact we only know from the dreamer collection, combined with dessa freaking out and having to leave when the fractal begins. we don't know their relation

6. dessa seems somewhat aware that she is non-existent/a mists magic construct bound to the timeloops. in a now-lost lore interview from wartower, she is described as being afraid to leave mistlock observatory in case she can't return to it. at the end of shattered observatory, she is much quicker to have the revelation than arkk is-- to the point where you could read it as her having known the whole time

7. and now, my favorite, which is more of a headcanon with a solid lore basis that i tend to go full pepe silvia about-- there's two types of fractal we see: ones that are sort of 'possible' or somewhat alien alternate realities, and then ones that are repeating loops of events that actually happened.

chaos, nightmare, and shattered observatory are all evidently loops of events that actually happened. arkk very much does smash into the fractals, you very much do stop him, dessa and arkk very much do effectively sacrifice themselves to stop the fractals from becoming destroyed, and then the loop repeats-- as they explicitly state it will

here's the thing... during the dialogue at the end of shattered, dessa states that arkk did successfully account for all variables except for the reality that they themselves aren't sentient and are just echoes bound to the fractal loop. thus that arkk's DDR would have successfully worked to extract them from the fractals if they were real, corporeal entities.

but since the shattered observatory is an echo of an event that happened, then just like all the other 'echo' fractals, then there needed to have been actual people acting upon the mists to create the event that's echoed in the first place. that is, it didn't just pop into existence of its' own accord. and while we encounter the fractal looped versions of arkk and dessa, they definitely were real people outside in tyria at some point in time

so... in the original version of the fractal... what actually happened? did a real, corporeal arkk meet a real, corporeal dessa? if so, did his DDR work? did they actually escape the mists, and then the loop in the fractal only ended up like it did because the copies couldn't follow in the originals' footsteps? or was arkk real, only to find that dessa wasn't? if the arkk and dessa we meet are only impressions or echoes of the real things, then where on tyria are the real arkk and dessa?

we don't know!! we simply don't know! we also know very little about the consortium, their connections to the inquest, or the uncategorized fractal! there is SO MUCH lore they could expand upon in future fractals and i really really hope they do ;_;

[lorenfinch]

Introduction

Hello! Very recently I found out about the existence of writeblr, and since I am currently working on a book series and trying to get the word out about it I thought I'd make a sideblog for it!

My name is Loren, and my full pen name is Loren Finch. I'm 24 at the time of writing this (though my birthday is less than a month away), I like to primarily use he/they, though I still go by she/her in some places due to not entirely being out and still experimenting with my pronouns. I am a mixed, queer, autistic/adhd, transmasc, aroace author who enjoys all things fantasy, gothic, and supernatural.

I am also an artist and you may find some of my character art here! My main blog is @circuslollipop and my art sideblog is @circuslollipopart! You can also find me on twitter @/circuslollipop and on insta @/circuslollipopart!!

I would love to meet and befriend fellow writers and seek out some beta readers in the future once I'm ready for it!

My current writing project was actually inspired by another writing idea I had! That project was moreso about faeries in a steampunk-inspired city, until I had a few worldbuilding ideas on how to integrate vampires into the setting. Then I came up with a couple characters and an entirely new setting, and found that I wanted to write about them instead!

For the time being. Perhaps when this monster of a project is all done, I can go back to that other idea! Or, idk, something about sapphic werecoyotes in an Old West-inspired town.

MY WIP

Currently, I am working on a new adult dark fantasy book series, with an aim for 5 books total. I would comp this as GRISHAVERSE x HELL FOLLOWED WITH US x THE WITCHER.

The Everdark. A vast expanse of forest and mountains where the sun cannot touch, where monsters roam wild and where magic permeates the very soil. To most mortals, the Everdark is a death sentence, but one young man hopes to make it a sanctuary. Renwick had always held a fascination for vampires, and now that he’s been turned into one, he revels at the chance to finally leave behind who he once was—scared and meek with no friends, shunned by his fellows who insisted he was a wretched little girl. Yet instead of the grand castles, billowing capes, and candlelit ballroom dances of his dreams, Renwick finds himself thrust in the middle of a conflict between vampires and monster hunters that threatens to turn deadly. With his new home and fellow vampires on the line, Renwick must uncover the secrets lurking in the fog, all while searching for his enigmatic uncle and grappling with the mysterious circumstances of his own transformation.

This series will feature vampires, undead creatures, elves, magic, a trans autistic MC, many queer characters, and an eventual MLM romance. The setting is inspired by mainly 19th century Europe with some medieval/renaissance era elements, and North American natural landscapes. Currently, I have just started drafting the first book! I am a plotter by nature, and have completed outlining book 1, and have mapped out where the rest of the series will go.

TAGS

ART: #character art

CHARACTERS: #ch: [insert character name]

TIPS: #ref

INSPIRATION: #inspo

I'll also add anything I see fit!

TAGLIST

@/angie-j-kay || @/digitalsatyr23 || @/sam-glade || @/worldsfromhoney

[nextgensquad]

I'm curious, what careers do you think the new generation will pursue? (Weasley, Potter, Malfoy, Lovegood, Lupine and Longbottom)

just gonna put my (pearl) answers here for now and publicly pressure everyone else to come and edit theirs when they have a moment! sorry it's taken so long, anon, i love this question <3

becca's answers now added too!

pearl:

victoire - my victoire is a v different from fandom typical victoire nowadays and she is a sporty, quidditch-obsessed jock who lives and breathes for the sport. one of the best captains gryffindor has ever seen, gets scouted for five teams out of school, including two french teams, and chooses the holyhead harpies like her aunt ginny.

dominique - unspeakable researcher at the department of mysteries. dom is into arcane witchcraft, crystals, tarot, astrology, things like that, which everyone else thinks is silly, but she puts a lot of time and effort into researching it and her discoveries catch the attention of the dom who send her an offer letter out of the blue. nobody in her family knows exactly what she researches down there but it makes her very good money. eventually, i think, becomes the divination professor at hogwarts.

louis - one of the only two academically gifted weasleys, he goes into politics after his uncle percy, which you may claim makes him a nepo baby... and you'd be right. doesn't actually have ministerial ambitions, and works in public relations, eventually becoming press secretary for the minister after percy.

molly - investigative journalist for a leftwing paper called the legacy, founded by susan bones a couple years after the war. she didn't start out as that, though, but worked her way up from fluff pieces.

lucy - out of school she makes her money drag racing and bartending, but hard to say what she'll do after that. she's very reactive and doesn't put a lot of thought into her future.

fred - magical engineer, taking muggle things and reverse engineering them and making them better with magic. probably arthur's favorite grandchild because of it.

roxanne - magical ice dancer, quits hogwarts after her fourth year to pursue it professional in the wizarding olympics called the meteorics

rose - artist, she's very smart but in a completely different way than hermione, also dyslexic so doesn't love academia even though she would if she didn't have to deal with hogwarts being completely unfriendly to kids with learning disabilities. mostly works with painting but also does other types of art

hugo - another one that's hard to tell, mostly because like lucy, he gives the impression of not caring very much one way or the other. also like lucy, it is a false impression, he cares very much, and is also super smart, just hides it well. i think ultimately his girlfriend edie urquhart (pansy's daughter) will be the breadwinner of their house though

james - just like victoire, a born and bred quidditch fanatic who gets scouted out of hogwarts and (unlike her and most hogwarts recruits), gets placed on a starting position at the falmouth falcons (one of the best teams in the leagues) at age 18. nearly monumentally fucks up his quidditch career at age 21 though.

albus - magical hacker, ran a black market ring of illicit muggle tech goods in his time at hogwarts and also likes to amuse himself by dicking around the ministry of magic's fledgling magic internet systems. this eventually gets him scouted for the aurors, mostly against his will.

lily - magical photographer, ends up working at the scamanders' magical creature sanctuary and kind of accidentally winds up doing public relations for them via her photography

scorpius - future comic book artist, once he gets over his internal prejudice about muggle things and his refusal to admit he likes comic books and drawing. also future wizarding art professor at hogwarts i think

teddy - he's in a band with his best friends that accidentally gets very famous

lorcan & lysander - run the magical creatures sanctuary their parents helped set up

jake longbottom - auror like his godfather harry

abigail longbottom - healer, with a special focus in magical neurobiology, in the hopes of one day finding a cure for her grandparents

becca:

teddy - loves working with animals and children but lacks any noticeable ambition; works a bunch of random jobs after school, to fund his real passion, which is mainly volunteering at various magical animal rescues. eventually in his late 20s gets around to following the career that's always been in the back of his head, care of magical creatures teacher at hogwarts.

victoire - the opposite of teddy, very driven and ambitious. goes into the department for international magical co-operation as an assistant and rises through the ranks to become a delegate to the international council of wizards.

dominique - could probably have been a professional quidditch player but takes a different route into journalism. writes an anonymous gossip column for a while, which causes upsets with the family when it's revealed. they forgive her, and she eventually becomes a travel writer.

louis - works for the wizarding wireless network, in the behind-the-scenes broadcasting team, where he works for years, and ultimately becomes a programme commissioner.

molly ii - works at obscurus books, initially as an assistant and eventually as an editor.

lucy - develops a passion for theatre at a young age and turns her school drama club into a travelling theatre company. will one day be one of the foremost magical theatre directors in the business.

fred ii - inherits his dad's entrepreneurial spirit and starts his own business with some friends, selling all sorts of magical illusions, spectacles and experiences, for pleasure and entertainment. highly experimental stuff and sometimes not quite legal.

roxanne - studies fashion design at the lugh school of magical art, in northern ireland, and designs beautiful clothes imbued with magic and charms.

rose - follows in her dad and uncle's footsteps and becomes an auror.

hugo - becomes a bestselling romance novelist under a penname (to hide his famous connections), it's big news when his identity finally comes out.

james - fails to make it onto a professional quidditch team out of hogwarts (for reasons unrelated to his quidditch ability) so takes a job at the ministry sports department, which he loathes, so quits and does bar work for a bit instead, before he goes into lower league quidditch and makes his way up to international player.

albus - overcomes his anxieties to become a healer, eventually specialising in pediatrics, he's especially good with other anxious kids.

lily - drifts about for a while, works some retail, slowly develops her baking hobby into something professional and in the end sets up her own little patisserie.

scorpius - uses his skill with intricate, technical charms to go into magical invention, essentially creating magical tech, particularly (in the end) forensic technology.

iseult malfoy - quidditch player for the holyhead harpies, teaches flying at hogwarts after she retires.

caelum malfoy - currently in my fic he's approximately eighteen months old so i haven't thought of a career for him yet.

lysander - starts a magical co-operative living project with lorcan and a bunch of their friends/partners, where he takes charge of the practical side and spends his days growing vegetables, mending roofs and caring for animals and children.

lorcan - lives in the same community as lysander but is a poet, philospher and stargazer.

aidan longbottom - photographer and filmmaker in the embryo magical film world starting to grow up.

sophie longbottom - actor and wardrobe mistress in lucy's theatre troupe

[avidfanficreaderbhearhodes]

Harry Potter FanFic Rec List 1:

Here are 4 of my recently reads HP fanfics that I really enjoyed! So enjoy it with me♥️

Manacled by senlinyu

http://archiveofourown.org/works/14454174.

Pairing:

Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Description:

Harry Potter is dead.

In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort.

Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

Warning: This work is dark. Rape and non-consensual sex are a significant and ongoing aspect of the plot. There are also character deaths, psychological trauma, descriptions of battlefield violence, and references to torture. Reader discretion is advised.

Words: 370,515

Chapters: 77

Completed

AO3

The Innkeeper by Lerya

http://archiveofourown.org/works/30124308.

Pairing:

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Harry Potter/Voldemort

Description:

Dimitriv had been the Innkeeper for a number of years, never finding an heir to take over,leaving him - with his immortal life - to watch over the Inn and the creatures that came by for sanctuary, food or just a talk.

That all changes when he finds a baby on a doorstep in a subburb, on a cold winter night, taking the child with him and quickly realising he has found his heir.

Disrupting quite a few plans in the process, while endearing him with Death for taking his Chosen to grow up where he could make a difference.

Join Harry's journey as he becomes the next Innkeeper, part of a secret society, that still follow the Olde Ways of Magic, and don't let anything as a non-human appearance fool him into thinking the person sitting in front of him was some kind of monster.

Words: 71,472

Chapters: 35

Completed

AO3

Mourning Dove by MusicalSurge

http://archiveofourown.org/works/33692575.

pairing:

Parent Snape

Description:

No one thinks to check on Harry Potter after being placed at the Dursley house.

No one cares enough to make sure that Harry Potter is safe, loved, and cared for.

Now Hogwarts has a new ghost and Severus has taken on the responsibility to guide and care for the broken child since he failed in his duties and promises to Lily Potter to keep her son safe.

Translation into Polski available:

Mourning Dove (tłumaczenie) by Zikonest

http://archiveofourown.org/works/47488213.

Eng ver:

Words: 14,257

Chapters: 9

Completed

AO3

Polski ver:

Words: 12,033

Chapters: 1

Completed

AO3

Blowing Smoke by DawnOfTomorrow

http://archiveofourown.org/works/43587141.

Pairing:

Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Description:

Harry doesn't care about Snape beyond having to sit detentions with the man despite being of age.

He doesn't.

He asks him out for a drink just to get out of detention. So what if it's... nice?

So what if they become friends? So what if Snape *is* lonely?

It's not Harry's problem - at least not until he realises he's accidentally befriended the man, and just how much he cares for Snape.

Well, shit.

Words: 231,967

Chapters: 142

Completed

AO3

[666melvin666]

Lila walked through the narrow, cobblestone streets of her medieval hometown. The sun cast a warm glow on the colorful buildings that lined the road. The town was bustling with activity as people went about their daily tasks, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air.

Lila was on her way to the town's library to pick up her son, who was attending a class taught by one of her dear friends. She had always been a strong advocate for knowledge and learning, and she wanted to ensure her son had access to the vast wisdom contained within the library's walls.

As she approached the library, Lila marveled at its grand architecture. Tall stone pillars framed the entrance, and the stained glass windows depicted scenes from ancient stories and legends. The library was not only a place of learning but also a sanctuary for the townsfolk to gather and share ideas.

Upon entering, Lila was greeted by the familiar scent of old books and the soft murmurs of conversation. She made her way to the children's section, where her friend, a wise and gentle-hearted scholar, was teaching a group of youngsters about the history of their land.

Lila's son, a bright-eyed and curious boy, sat among the other children, listening intently to the teacher's tales. His excitement was evident as he absorbed every word, eager to learn about the heroes and adventures that had shaped their world. When the class came to an end, Lila's friend noticed her presence and smiled warmly. "Lila, my dear friend, it's wonderful to see you," she exclaimed. "Your son is an absolute delight to teach. His thirst for knowledge is inspiring." Lila returned the smile, her heart swelling with pride. "Thank you, Ezrael," she replied. "I'm grateful for your guidance and for instilling a love of learning in my son. Knowledge is a gift that will serve him well throughout his life."

Ezrael smiled warmly as Lila handed him the small bag of healing crystals. "Thank you, Lila," he said gratefully. "These will certainly come in handy. I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

He carefully examined the crystals, appreciating their shimmering beauty. Lila's healing crystals were renowned for their magical properties, and he knew they would be effective in treating any minor injuries the children might encounter.

"These crystals are truly remarkable," Ezrael commented, his eyes gleaming with fascination. "I'm sure the children will be amazed by their healing powers. I'll make sure to teach them how to use them safely and responsibly."

Lila nodded with a smile, her confidence in Ezrael evident. "I trust you, my friend. Your knowledge and guidance are invaluable to the children. I know they are in good hands."

Meanwhile, Ezrael tucked the bag of healing crystals safely into his satchel, ready to share their magic with the children who would benefit from their soothing powers. As he made his way back to the classroom, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the support and generosity of Lila, a true friend and ally.

Lila smiled warmly as she took her son Skid's hand, intertwining their fingers. Skid chattered animatedly about the magical creatures and enchanting lessons he had learned that day, his excitement contagious.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed the lessons, Skid," Lila said, her voice filled with affection. "Dragons truly are magnificent creatures, aren't they? The world is full of wonders and mysteries, waiting to be discovered."

Skid's eyes sparkled with fascination as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Mom! And did you know that some dragons can breathe fire and fly? It's incredible! I want to be just like them when I grow up."

Lila chuckled, her heart swelling with pride at her son's boundless imagination. "You can be anything you set your mind to, my dear. With hard work, determination, and a sprinkle of magic, you'll achieve great things."

As they strolled through the streets on their way home, the town's familiar sights greeted them. Lila pointed out the blooming flowers, the quaint houses adorned with ivy, and the friendly faces of their neighbors, all creating a sense of belonging and warmth.

Skid skipped alongside his mother, occasionally stopping to examine a particularly intriguing stone or flower. Lila encouraged his curiosity, answering his questions and fostering his love for the natural world.

As they approached their cozy home, nestled among the trees, Lila's heart swelled with gratitude for the life they shared. Inside, a comforting hearth awaited, casting a gentle glow that invited them to unwind after a day of adventures and learning.

Once inside, Lila settled Skid at the kitchen table, where they shared tales of their respective days. She prepared a nourishing meal, filling the air with the aroma of home-cooked goodness. Lila's heart warmed as she heard the familiar voice of her wife, Jaune. She turned to find Jaune standing at the doorway, covered in leaves from her work in the fields. Lila's eyes sparkled with delight as she greeted her with a loving smile.

"Jaune, my love! Welcome home," Lila exclaimed, stepping closer to embrace her. "My day was wonderful, filled with magic and learning. Skid had an amazing time at the library. And how was your day in the fields?"

Jaune grinned, brushing off the leaves from her clothes. "Oh, you know me, dear. Getting my hands dirty and tending to the crops," she replied with a playful wink. "It was a good day, though. The fields are thriving, and the harvest will be bountiful this year."

As if on cue, Skid's face lit up upon seeing Jaune. "Mom, look! Mama's covered in leaves! Can we make leaf crowns together?" he asked eagerly, already reaching for a pile of colorful leaves.

Lila chuckled and exchanged a knowing glance with Jaune. "Of course, my little adventurer. Leaf crowns it is," Lila said, joining Skid in gathering an assortment of leaves.

As they sat together, carefully arranging the leaves into crowns, their laughter filled the air, blending with the sounds of nature outside. They adorned their heads with their leafy creations, a symbol of their bond and the joy they found in simple moments.

Lila looked at Jaune with a mixture of love and gratitude. "Thank you for all your hard work, my darling," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "Your efforts sustain us and bring life to our land. I'm so lucky to have you by my side."

Jaune's eyes softened as she returned the gaze. "And I'm lucky to have you and Skid as my family," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "Every day with you is a blessing, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Desires Yet To Be Told..

Characters: [Merman!]Rafayel/fem!reader

C/w: 3.1k! (read at your own risk!) Smut, 69, virginity lost, corrupt kink if you squint (not really), sex scenes, dreams (could be interpretated as hallucinations), Myths and Legends, strangers(ish) to lovers (?).

A/n: I was listening to Megan Thee Stallion while writing this, might consider writing a fic inspired by "Cognac Queen.." Also I apologize for the long fic..the muses got me. Ty all for the big support in my latest works!! I appreciate it sm <33 hope you all continue to enjoy them and don’t be shy to request as well!! :)

 The waves crash along the shore, trying to meet her feet that dragged the sand. He observed her from afar, admiring the girl that always came by at this exact same hour; 6:00pm, such a dangerous hour to be alone, especially at the beach, but that’s why he was looking over her, right? Another shell made its way into y/n’s pocket, longing to belong in her extensive collection of ocean items, though he knew very well that some of the trinkets she collected would be turned into jewelry for the tourist attraction. Her hands pressed against the big rocks in the ocean, nearly diving into deep waters as she let herself breathe in the crisp salty air from afar. It was difficult to even stand still due to the waves crashing against her body; the moon was rising and so were the waves, making everything dangerous.

She knew this, deciding to ignore that gut feeling telling her that something or someone was lurking over her, almost as a protector but more of a stalker in her opinion. Y/n decided to rush back to the shore, grabbing the bag she nearly forgot to retrieve last time she was there; one last look was made towards the ocean, that's when she saw it..a figure laying upon a rock, almost like the same mythical creature she had read about in her old childhood books of fictional tales. Even from a distance, she could see the glow in his eyes, almost hypnotic as she made a run for it.The man laughed, she looked so cute when in fear, they’d meet sooner than he expected. Back home, y/n locked the doors, windows and walked almost anxiously towards her room, where she dialed her grandmother’s phone number, hands shaking as she spoke.

“I saw him.”

 Insomnia welcomed y/n into a world of spiraling ideas of her accident; the one in which she met the same merman she saw today, or was it yesterday? Sleepy eyes drifted towards the conch that sat neatly on one of her shelfs along with some ocean plushies. Her tired body got up from the bed and grabbed said object, pressing it towards her ear to hear the sounds of the ocean; memories crowded her mind. The first time she and the handsome stranger met was when y/n ended up lost in sea after her family’s boat crashed against a big wave. Without realizing how she ended up in the middle of the ocean, a stranger was already helping her into shore, but it wasn’t just anyone, his name was Rafayel.

The same man that stared at her from afar in admiration had grown up to devote himself to finding her, no matter if it took weeks, months or even years; and he fulfilled his promise. It was fate that intertwined their lives up to this moment without y/n knowing of the vow she made that same day. Y/n looked at the mark that she had on her wrist, it was as if a symbol of the union they made that day. She couldn’t help the tears falling down from her cheeks, without any reason for why she was crying, y/n wiped them off, feeling a wave of sleepiness over her as she decided to rest at 2:00am. 

 Yasumi Sanctuary, the “mythical place” that many tourists loved for its legends and magical stories, was y/n’s home. Ever since she was a child, she hated tourists flooding her home land as if it was their vacation resort, years later she understood the benefits of selling these handmade trinkets and jewelry while making up stories for good profit. Of course, the ever oblivious tourist bought it with a grin on their faces while thinking they got something out of this world, she couldn’t help but laugh at that. Some kids never believed her stories, telling y/n her crappy fairy tales weren’t for “grown” kids like them, little did they know of the story she had in store for them today.

“Ugh, don’t tell me it’s another one of those stupid stories!” The youngest of the kids, Kai, said, arms crossed as he pouted; looking at the other kids who sat beside him and y/n, awaiting for her best story yet to tell.

“Actually, have you heard of the merman’s curse?” She asked, staring at the kids who tilted their heads in curiosity or simply muttered a small ‘no’. The grin on her face widened softly while taking a small breather.

“It all begins with a merman who fell in love with a human girl. He observed her from a distance wishing he could court her properly, it was love at first sight. However, due to their differences, he could only daydream of the life he wanted to have with her. One day, his dream came true; by a blessing of the gods, he was able to change to whichever form he desired. The girl didn’t know the man properly, and upon seeing him for the first time, she declined his proposal. One thing she didn’t know was the big mistake she was about to commit. Without her knowing, she went to the beach that same night, plum-colored eyes hypnotized her to walk towards the ocean. She cried and screamed for help, but it was all in vain, the merman lost what he longed for so long. Legend says that he lurks the cold waters at night, looking for a girl who will be willing to spend the rest of her life with him, the end”

She looked from the sky down to where the kids sat; looking at her through blurry eyes, some scared and others crying. Y/n apologized but the children reassured her that they were okay, which didn’t help at all in how she felt. Closing time for the stall ended up being at dawn due to the many tourists that wanted to hear more stories; her head felt heavy upon entering her home, all she wanted to do was sleep and never wake up to know if the legend of her life was about to become a reality. 

Days passed and a storm was approaching Yasumi Sanctuary. Shops closed early but she had no problem staying by herself in her cozy home, after all, she could finally take a break from dealing with so many people from time to time. Since the storm was occurring today, y/n looked outside her window to see the raging waves crashing harshly against some rock formations. She wondered if Rafayel would be alright during all this, though she has never worried about him, but there’s a first for everything, right? The weather reports continued to bring information as she sat down on the couch of her living room, staring at the sea from the window; it had been raining for the past hour now, and it sure wasn’t stopping until a couple hours later or the next day. Suddenly, the door knocked; shock and fear were the only things on her mind now but she began wondering who was behind the door. As y/n opened it, her worries left her.

“Rafayel..? But, how-?” Without getting to explain, he made himself a guest at her home, water dripping from his clothes as she sighed in irritation.

“Could you get me a towel?” Rafayel asked, leaning against the door so no more water would go past it.

“Could you be more polite?” She answered, walking to the laundry room and getting a clean towel for him while Rafayel smiled.

“I believe you owe me an explanation..it's not that I don’t know you, but why are you here? And today out of any other days?” He sighed, eventually taking his shirt off while it hit the floor with a small ‘plop’ sound. Y/n quickly turned around, embarrassed at the thought of him undressing himself even though she didn’t want him to get sick..can merman’s get sick though..? “And could you maybe not undress in front of me? Just what kind of person thinks that barging into someone’s home as they please, means that they can do whatever the fuck they want?”

“You wouldn’t want me to get a cold, right sweetheart~?” Rafayel teased, eventually taking off his shorts and placing the towel around his waist; pulling her towards him, y/n could see a small glow in his lilac orbs, almost enticing..

“I..are you avoiding my question..” She muttered under her breath, his chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Rafayel then began exploring her home, memorizing every crook and cranny for the next time he would be there. 

“Is it now a crime that I can’t visit my beloved? It saddens me to see you act like this my dear~” He pouted, almost childish as y/n took a deep breath, watching as he dragged her towards the master bedroom. She was still in a haze from all of this, yet realization hit her as Rafayel pushed her onto the soft, plush mattress.

“Just what are you-?! Rafayel!” Y/n spoke, it was dangerous enough to have a merman this close, especially if the legend was true. Even if the pact was done several years ago, it was all up to her. A kiss would be sufficient to begin the entire process of being together.

“I’m starting what I should’ve done the moment I laid my eyes on you again, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to make you mine because no one else is perfect for you, no man can touch you like the way that I’m going to.” 

A gasp, and a dream was all it took for her to realize what her destiny was from now on. The way Rafayel had a connection to her dreams was driving her to madness, y/n couldn’t help but think of what it would be if she gave herself to him. Would everything change the moment she loses her virginity to the man she’s bound to love? Of course, it wasn’t a forced love, y/n had feelings for him, or at least she thought she didn’t before. Her hands traveled towards the hem of her shorts, that dream of her and Rafayel in bed had her going. It’s not like she hasn’t masturbated before, but it would be the first time y/n thought of Rafayel like that.Her cellphone ringed, interrupting the session she was about to begin as y/n picked up the phone with a sigh.

“Hello?” She asked whoever had called her from an unknown id.

“Are you still laying in your bed after last night’s dream? Pretty real wasn’t it?” She nearly gasped as Rafayel’s honeyed voice spoke over the phone, she looked outside the window, admiring the calm waves of the evening.

“Rafayel, stop playing with my feelings like that” Y/n demanded softly, getting up from her bed and picking out an outfit for whatever reason her intuition said so.

“Get ready, I’ll be there in 10. Then I’ll explain anything you want me to.” That was all the motivation she needed to make some of an effort in getting ready. As she walked outside after briefly closing her front door, she was met with Rafayel holding what seemed to be a basket. Without exchanging words, they began walking towards the beach, walking until reaching a place she didn't see the last time she was there. It was a hidden sight from all tourist attractions, as if meant only for them to be in and embrace. Rafayel then took a blanket, placing it neatly on the sand, laying down beside her as they both gazed into the ocean.

“I have something for you.” He said, quickly taking out a box full of things like trinkets and gems, some coming from where he lived, surrounded by the sublunar cove. The more she discovered the box, the more she fell in love with Rafayel. Y/n eventually took out a seashell necklace, the same one she had lost that day of the accident. 

“You still have this? I never knew you saved this for me..” He chuckled, taking her hand and kissing the top of it like a gentleman. His eyes trailed across her face, admiring her hidden features and how her hair blew with the wind. Rafayel knew it was meant to be, after all, he had been waiting for years, rejecting other mermaids because none of them cared for him the way that she did when y/n found him on the shore years after their first encounter. 

“Do you still remember the day you saved me? I was on the verge of death yet still, you took care of me.” He asked, seeing her smile put him at ease. She looked up at the sky, recollecting her thoughts before speaking.

“I should be the one asking that! I never realized it was you until days after that I remembered those purple eyes of yours, gazing into mine..”Y/n trailed off, finding herself staring at Rafayel who leaned towards her, grabbing her hand while kissing the inner part of it.

“To think, we are to be together; that is, if only you wish it to be that way” Rafayel placed her hand on his shoulder, bringing her close as she smiled, grabbing his chin while leaning in.

“Maybe I do, but..” She sighed, leaning back from Rafayel as he allowed her to have some momentary space.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Y/n nods, sitting closer to him while taking hold of his own hands that now rested on her waist.

“I think I’m ready, Rafayel. I’m just scared it’ll hurt.” He nearly melted at her sudden shyness, so he was right about y/n saving herself for him? Oh he was enjoying his already, with no hesitation, Rafayel grabbed y/n bridal style, heading back to her home as she looked back.

“What about your stuff?” She asked, now in the comforts of her bed, Rafayel closed the door behind him, approaching the bed slowly.

“Don’t worry, someone I know will take good care of them. As for now, I promise to be gentle, okay?” 

“I trust you, Rafayel.” Y/n leaned forward, kissing Rafayel and catching him off guard as he pressed his body against hers, grabbing her waist as she felt his raging boner through his pants. It didn’t take long for him to push her body against the mattress. His lips trailed across her neck and collarbone, inching to reach her chest as y/n grabbed Rafayel’s hair softly. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that..” His kisses became more persistent, soon taking off her shirt softly, almost as if she were a porcelain figure..

 “You know..” She paused, taking in how his eyes stared at her own with a fiery passion that told her things were about to take a wild turn for the better. “I’m glad my first will be with you” Y/n said, unbuttoning his shirt with a small grin as Rafayel undid his belt. But just then, doubt started filling her mind. Was this the right thing to do or was she just hypnotized by Rafayel? 

 “Don’t..say that” He mumbled quietly, sharply sighing as Rafayel’s cheeks turned a rosy color. She chuckled softly while sitting on his lap, holding his face and coming closer, almost whispering in his ear.

 “Why not~? Afraid of what might happen afterwards?” Y/n asked, stroking his dick, teasing the slit while licking it, a bit too slow for his liking. He moaned, somewhat louder than he normally would. However, Rafayel was quick to grab her lower body, turning it around and pressing it against his face, in a way that she faced his cock and he, her wet cunt.

 “Not at all..you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this..years maybe?” Rafayel said, admiring the way y/n’s cute panties clung onto her cunny, he couldn’t wait more as he ripped them apart, chuckling at her small gasp while licking a small stripe along the folds of her pussy.

 “That was my favorite pair..fuck..” She pouted, going back to sucking his cock as he returned the favor towards her pussy. After a few moments, y/n got off his face, straddling his cock in a quick movement, staring as he grabbed her ass, trying his hardest to not cum right there while her pussy engulfed his hard cock. 

 “I’ll..ah, I’ll get you more, anything you want, my muse.” He moaned, watching as their lips crashed suddenly, tongues meeting each other while their bodies followed. Hips pushing forward with such intensity that left her gripping part of his hair and embracing Rafayel’s body.

 “F-faster..” She whispered, dragging the word later on with a whine as Rafayel watched with curiosity, huffing in annoyance playfully while speaking.

 “And I thought you wanted to take things slow? Seems I was wrong, humans can get addicted to sex so quickly it amazes me” Y/n rolled her eyes unintentionally as he chuckled, soon enough stopping and pulling out, moaning while painting her folds white on the exterior, grinning widely. He then pulled the sheets over their sweaty, naked bodies (after briefly taking care of her that is) that were too worn out to take a shower at an ungodly hour of the next day. She pressed her body against Rafayel’s side, holding his arm while whispering

 “I love you, goodnight” He didn’t have enough time for her to hear him say it back, although Rafayel pressed a small kiss onto her forehead before drifting off to a deep slumber..

It seems the curse in the legend didn’t technically occur; it broke. The merman lived a happy life with his betrothed, being able to change between a merman and human had its perks. Rafayel gifted her something no man could ever replace, not even in an afterlife. He held up a beautiful Tahitian pearl necklace so she could admire the beautiful jewelry he bought for her.

 “I saw this and thought of you my muse, you should wear but the finest things in life that I will make sure to provide for so that you are well taken care of” His cheeky grin made y/n’s heart melt, she kissed him briefly and with the help of Rafayel, the Tahitian pearl necklace rested on her neck beautifully. 

 “You spoil me too much..not that i’d ever complain.” She laughed, oh how he loved her laugh and the way she felt comfortable around him..Rafayel was head over heels for y/n, he still couldn’t believe that, someone like her was willing to spend the rest of her life with a merman who saved her life. Not only was it because of gratitude, but merely a coincidence with fate brought them together in the end.

[spacerockfloater]

Hey dearest, I’m actually kinda surprised that you made it all the way to preparing your thesis judging by your reading comprehension skills, since, you know, I was clearly implying that your obsessive self spent a whole week meticulously crafting that reblog which is high-key obsessive, not that you took a lot of time to give me a reply.

And what’s even crazier is that nowhere in that poorly written essay of yours was Rhaenyra’s horrible treatment of other women mentioned, despite it being the key point of my original argument, but instead you opted for redirecting the conversation to “Well, other people also treated Jeyne poorly”! News flash, the men who wanted her title were not her allies. Rhaenyra treating Jeyne like dogshit is morally worse considering she’s backstabbing her. So show!Jeyne getting pissed at her is 100% an acceptable reaction, just as the Rosby girl who refused to offer Rhaenyra sanctuary in F&B was also absolutely in the right.

And please. You have a life? Is that why you have been going back and forth with other people in my comments for, what, 7 days now? Who are you trying to fool with this pitiful ‘holier than thou’ attitude? Sit down. The little collection of other people’s works you’re putting together at the third rate university you paid to be a part of does not concern me in the slightest. I always have to laugh when Americans (apologies if you’re not American, but I’m assuming based on the context of our communication that you are) of all people try to show off their supposed superiority by playing the education card. Good grief! I am currently finishing my Master’s in Clinical Linguistics at a European University where I was selected to be a student along with 19 other linguists among 2.000 applicants. My dissertation is a thorough research on how Alzheimer's disease damages the brain’s Broca area. Unless your thesis is a historical + sociological comparison between the Targaryen Conquest and the European colonization of North America or literally any other continent for that matter, then we’re both just two people arguing about a show with dragons here. Therefore, allow me to thank you for the book recommendations regardless of their relevance to our discussion but please, for the love of God, refrain from including most of these in your paper’s bibliography because 3/4 of the researches on your list were published 50 to 20 years ago, which again may be acceptable for leisure reading and American College projects, but where I’m from, my professors would rip me a new one if I cited a source older than 10 years in my work!

That being said, I can’t believe that I have to point this out, but need I remind you that sometimes the outcome of an author’s work may be different from what they originally intended? Do I have to bring up the movie “Buffalo ‘66”? I mean lol, you yourself stated that Martin’s admitted limitations and bias do not allow him to portray indigenous cultures sufficiently in his work. He may not have intended for the Targs or the Valyrians in general to be a commentary on white supremacy, but that’s what it is. They are white people, racist towards people of colour and they believe that their genetic differences make them superior and give them a divine right to conquer the world, coming from a more “advanced” civilization to “better” the lives of their new subjects. They may not be the only parallel to white supremacy, but they are by far the strongest one.

OP, I truly don’t think that you are a bad person and even if you were, I couldn’t say because I do not know you irl. I believe you’re just a kid that really likes the snow white magical folks and their dragons but trust me, you really do not need to rush to the defence of the creatures that are considered to be “closer to gods than men”. They’ll be fine and Martin’s pockets will not suffer from some criticism. All I’m saying is that purposely denying that the Targs/Valyrians mirror the European Colonisers, makes you seem uneducated at best and kinda racist at worst. Do with that information what you will.

I will not be replying any further as we’re clearly not going to find any common ground. You’re free to say whatever you want about me. Frankly, I do not care. Wish you all the best!

P.S. The Blacks won? After Rhaenyra was killed and her descendants refused to acknowledge her as Queen, drawing their claim to the Iron Throne from being Aegon’s only living heirs, not from being Nyra’s blood? Sure!

Book Jeyne Arryn, fresh from the latest attempt by male relatives to usurp her: "She remains our rightful queen, and mine own blood besides, an Arryn on her mother's side. In this world of men, we women must band together. The Vale and its knights shall stand with her".

vs

Show Jeyne Arryn: I don't have time to consider familial ties, solidarity from shared experiences or the wider ramifications for female succession, where the fuck is my dragon?

Rhaena: Should have read the fine print bitch.

Tyraxes: I was bigger in the book 🙁

[bookworm-called-bear]

Ilvermorny OC

Daisy Labinette was a curiosity to any who saw her. The first to notice her oddity was the sorting hat at Ilvermorny. One look through Daisy’s head had shown that she had already wandered off, helped a 5th year with their muggle studies homework, threatened to duel a 4th year and already helped heal a 6th year who had a bruise. It was only logical she fit into all four.

But what was even odder was when she grew up. She was the kindest and most fun person to meet at Ilvermorny. She would make Horned Serpent students go to bed after they spent too much time on a rabbit hole of research knowing that last night she didn’t go to bed until four-thirty in the morning doing the same thing but, “sleep is important to health and brain function,” so she’ll be dammed if any of her students stay up. Daisy “No sweetie you can't burn yourself just to try your new ointment” Labinette is the same girl who ran into a wall on purpose just to try her concussion repair potion. She would make sure that no Thunderbird runs off because, “If you go adventuring you stick to the buddy system you hear me?” but will go greet the most dangerous magical creatures totally alone. She would make sure the Wampus students didn’t duel or spar without her or one of the older Pukwudgie students were present because she didn’t want them to get hurt then go wrestle her centaur friends.

Daisy Labinette, the greatest student but also the one to run off in the middle of class because, “No professor I swear there was something on the mountain. Yes it was necessary for me to get out of the castle.” Daisy Labinette who will heal anyone and look out for any student and is never too old or too cool to talk to a 1st year. Daisy Labinette who created the IEPFMC: Individualized education plan for magical creatures, because she will be damed if the werewolf students didn’t get extensions over full moons and her fellow dragon and vela students didn’t get to spread their wings every once in a while or the aquatic students didn’t get to swim in their lake.

Daisy Labinette, the triplet of the most notorious pranksters that supply her brothers with lists of who has a bad day and needs a pick me up or who has been particularly moody and shouldn’t be pranked. Daisy Labinette, the brains of the pranks, making sure no one who would react badly is in the way.

Daisy Labinette the girl that risks detention to bring a tired werewolf student to their dorm during the end of her free period. Daisy Labinette, the girl that sits with nervous 1st years and exhausted 9th years. Daisy Labinette the girl who understands. Daisy Labinette, the girl who was sorted into four houses.

Daisy Labinette, the first 5th head witch in over 300 years. Daisy Labinette who made sure that every prefect and fellow head boy or girl knew who needed help in their classes or was having a hard time. Daisy Labinette who was the first person to ask for a guidance counselor in the school when she was a 4th year. Daisy Labinette who built the support group for students who had learning disabilities or magical creature blood. Daisy Labinette who organizes hikes for Thunderbirds and medicine lectures for Pukwudgie students and sparing tournaments for the Wampus students and study parties for the Horned Serpent students.

Daisy Labinette who is half dragon blood and half muggle. Daisy Labinette who knows what it feels like to never fit into either world completely. To be an outcast for being too muggle, to dragon, too wizard, too different. Daisy Labinette who felt like she only ever belonged on her family’s sanctuary because there she couldn’t be judged. Daisy Labinette who had a fighting spirit and a thirst for knowledge. Daisy Labinette who goes on adventures and heals things just because she can. Daisy Labinette who’s arms are covered in scars and ink but no one says anything. Daisy Labinette who never felt loved by anyone outside her brothers and parents.

Daisy Labinette who found a home at Ilvermorny. Daisy Labinette who felt loved when the 2nd year she studied with ran up to her and gave her a hug because, “I finally understand it thank you, thank you, thank you!” Daisy Labinette who became best friends with the Headmistress and Guidance Councillor. Daisy Labinette who was happy when the smaller students told her that the person in their house she guided them to was exactly who they needed. Daisy Labinette who finally felt wanted outside of her family.

Daisy Labinette who stays up on full moons to make sure everyone is accounted for and save, flying over the forest with her wings and her centaur friends running alongside her. Daisy Labinette who listens to everyone and doesn’t ever judge them. Daisy Labinette, the sweetheart with a fighting streak.

Daisy Labinette who Remus Lupin would have loved. Daisy Labinette that Hermione Granger would have loved. Daisy Labinette that would have taken Luna Lovegood under her wing. Daisy Labinette that could make anyone feel better with just a smile.

Daisy Labinette who is the first person new people or transfers are pointed to. Daisy Labinette who will be just as invested in your special interest as you are because, “holy crap this is so interesting we are immedietly going into a wikipedia rabbit hole.” Daisy Labinette who makes the best cup of tea and gives the best hugs.

Daisy Labinette who loves coffee and rain and dancing and abandoned buildings. Daisy Labinette who will disappear for the weekend only to say she hitched a ride to Scotland to look at the architecture. Daisy Labinette with notebooks of song lyrics and journaling ideas. Daisy Labinette who loves singing and music and reading and late night walks. Daisy Labinette who knows too much about obscure subjects. Daisy Labinette who loves lemongrass and lavender and strawberries and chocolate and the moon and magical creatures that live near her and her sanctuary and working and helping and dueling and healing and medicine and studying and her brothers.

Daisy Labinette, the unofficial older sister of Ilvermorny.

[mellointheory]

The Eggpire, and why they are the coolest villain group in the SMP

The Eggpire is personally one of my favorite groups of people on the entire smp. The Eggpire I’m currently referring to consists of Ponk, Bad, Antfrost, Punz, and Skeppy. They’re the ones who are clearly working for the Crimson, and are generally percieved by others in the SMP as corrupted. 

Part of why I love them so much is their clear alignment. They are perhaps the most obvious ‘villains’ in the current season. There’s no moral greyness with them, only the tragedy of the consumed as they serve their master. They’re predictable, and you can tell others view them as a threat. Don’t break the vines, don’t disrespect the egg, avoid them at all cost.

The Eggpire is also currently winning in the “group” part of “group dynamic”. There are other alliances on the SMP, but it has been a while since one solid group of people were working together to defend or protect something. Even in the Doomsday War the defenders of L’Manburg were conflicted--Niki burned the tree herself, Eret was working with people who he had betrayed once before, Punz was an active spy. The Eggpire has a solid foundation of people working together, and their internal workings are interesting. Every member has their own specific role.

Badboyhalo, the Corrupter

Bad, despite what he says about there being no hierarchy within the Eggpire, calls all the shots. He is the largest threat and the start of the Crimson’s spread. He found the Egg, brought others to it, protected it when the vines first began to surface. He takes the most active role in the corruption of others and trying to further the Eggpire’s goals. He’s one of the main three fighters in the Eggpire, and the other two tend to follow his lead and let him speak.

Bad being a demonic creature himself adds an extra layer of awesome to his character. While he was uncorrupted his soul jar (Skeppy) was taken by the Egg, and the...bathwater stream happened. That was a hot mess, HOWEVER, afterwards it actually became kind of cool. Bad saying that “no matter what he could do, he couldn’t fix Skeppy”, implies that his character is in fact capable of magic and was trying, over and over, to return his best friend to who he was originally and kept messing up. Only after his actions failed did he willingly corrupt himself and become the main villain of the Egg arc.

Antfrost, the Caretaker

Antfrost...I absolutely adore corrupted!Antfrost. He was the first person, after Bad, to become attached to the Egg. He was ruthless before he was turned--he even suggested killing Skeppy in order to remove the corruption from him. Now he’s actively serving an eldrich abomination. He follows Bad around silently and writes messages to people in languages they can’t understand. He’s a “professional hunter” (that scene gave me chills) and Bad’s righthand man.

Before the Crimson Antfrost ran an animal sanctuary. He’s still keeping an eye on the animals, but now most of his attention seems to have transferred to the Egg. He seems to have the most active affection for the egg, making sure to feed it and even kissing it once. The aesthetic of a chaotic evil catboy in a nice suit who has no moral compass but does have an undeniable fondness for the Bloodvines growing everywhere is just... *chefs kiss*

Punz, the Guard

Punz, as a character is very well done. He’s been one of the most chill on the server for a while, only actively involving himself in conflicts when A) one of his pets has died, or B) Dream told him to. He’s loyal; once he has a directive he will accomplish it. Dream himself knew if he hired Punz to guard L’Manburg, Punz would guard L’Manburg and kill anyone who left the walls for as long as Dream wanted him to.

Now Punz is guarding the Egg itself. He isn’t as actively threatening as Bad and Ant--he was able to have a completely normal conversation with Tommy, for example, while Tommy is actively terrified of Bad and Ant. Punz is only a danger when he’s called to be, otherwise he’s just a chill guy who doesn’t seem concerned that he has red eyes, or that the thing he’s working for is actively spreading across the entire server.

Ponk, the Voice

Ponk spent a lot of time around the Egg. He even planted a seed in his own casino, named it, and yet managed to turn it into something else. He was left on top of it for days, and came out completely unscathed. He originally began working with the Eggpire purely for pain au’ chocolate and bought contacts from Amazon in order to blend in with them. He doesn’t give a shit.

Correction: he didn’t give a shit until his boyfriend cheated on him. Ponk got corrupted purely out of spite and facilitated the beginning of a war between the Egg and the server’s local builder god. He’s a semi-psychic amputee and the caretaker of a graveyard. He has the most unique interaction with the Egg.

Skeppy, the Heart

Skeppy is Badboyhalo’s living soul jar and probably the most wholly corrupted in the entire server. He spent an entire day inside the Egg and came out with no desires except for it. We’ve seen him the least out of every Eggpire member, but he’s had the most effect on the plot. He’s the Crimson’s leverage over Badboyhalo. If being logged out means a character is canonically asleep, then Skeppy has been sleeping for months. Practically in a coma, until the Egg needs him.

cc!Skeppy says that they have more planned for his character, so I’m very much looking forward to seeing what will happen when the Egg decides it needs him. He was probably the weakest Eggpire member, but who knows what he’s capable of now?

The Crimson Itself:

The Crimson is a problem you can’t get rid of. The bloodvines spread without anyone being near them; they grow back as soon as they’ve been cut. Just hurting the Egg can kill you, although they retconned Sam’s death due to Crimson damage. To quote Badboyhalo: “If you break the Egg, it bites you back.”

The absolute coolest thing about the entire Egg arc, in my opinion, is how hard it is to keep an eye on the big picture. We as viewers get wrapped up in what’s happening right now. Hannah was trapped in the Egg, now she’s escaped. There were vines in Sam’s base, now they were broken. The Eggpire attacked Foolish’s base, then he scared them away. Then you pull back and remember, it is just a an egg. We have no idea what its plans are, or what it’s capable of. Someday comes the Red Banquet, and that’s when the real storm breaks.

[ask-the-eu6]

So, can all of you sing the European Anthem? Or is it just the German-speaking countries who can get the words right? Also: who’s the best singer?

Germany: *Takes a deep breath* 

“Alle Menschen werden Brüder,  wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt… “

Germany: *Waits a bit before deciding to continue with a little smile*

Belgium: …

Luxembourg: …

Germany: Oh come on, say something… That wasn’t so bad now was it.

Belgium: Hey you free for dinner tonight? I need someone to serenade me to sleep :)

Luxembourg: Sister, please behave! 

Luxembourg: But uh yes, Germany that was incredible! You have an amazing voice!

Germany: Thank you… *Flattered*

Netherlands: Alright, alright, prick. Let’s hear it.

France: But with pleasure, mon cher! *blows him a kiss*

Netherlands: Hmmmpf... *rolls his eyes*

France: I’m ready! (Link to the song)

Belgium: Awww, “Let's be united like brothers, with a kiss to the whole world.” That’s so sweet!

Germany: Impressive... If only he put that much work in things that actually matter... *sighs*

Luxembourg: But, Germany, Isn’t joy in Europe important?

Germany: Fine. Fine.

Romano: How typical that you had to make it gay again. 

France: Try to do better then~

France: *coughs* SIMP! *coughs*

Romano: *Glares in France’s direction, before breathing in* (Link to the song)

Netherlands: *slow clap* That was actually pretty damn amazing! 

Romano: *Blushing bright red* Shut up potato bastard number two!

Belgium: Damn, the second! But yes that was incredible! A lovely version! I also like the version in Latin though...

Italy: *takes Belgium’s hand* Want me to sing that for you, Bellissima? 

Belgium: Oh, that would be lovely! *fans self*

Luxembourg: *sighs* female privilege. 

Italy:  *takes a deep breath* (Link to song)

Germany: Another beautiful version *wipes away a tear*

Italy: Thank you Germany! :D

Luxembourg: I think that except for my sister and brother, you all have beautiful singing voices that are hard to compare! Perhaps we should indicate the worst singer?

Belgium: Don’t you dare…

France: Oh no! the  worst possible version I have ever heard was from dear Angleterre as seen here: X

Germany: Yes. uhm… That sure is something… 

Luxembourg: Ahahaha yeah alright. You’re not the worst, sis!

Belgium: You little shit! Anyway thank you for your ask!

Some Mun Notes and extra stuff below the cut!

SO how did you like that european propaganda? ;)

Alright so the official English translation (although there are multiple English translations… ) is the following:

Oh friends, no more of these sounds! Let us sing more cheerful songs, More full of joy!

Joy, bright spark of divinity, Daughter of Elysium, Fire-inspired we tread Thy sanctuary! Thy magic power reunites All that custom has divided; All men become brothers Under the sway of thy gentle wings. Whoever has created An abiding friendship, Or has won A true and loving wife, All who can call at least one soul theirs, Join in our song of praise! But any who cannot must creep tearfully Away from our circle. All creatures drink of joy At nature’s breast. Just and unjust Alike taste of her gift; She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine, A tried friend to the end. Even the worm can feel contentment, And the cherub stands before God! Gladly, like the heavenly bodies Which He set on their courses through the splendor of the firmament; Thus, brothers, you should run your race, As a hero going to conquest. You millions, I embrace you. This kiss is for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy There must dwell a loving Father. Do you fall in worship, you millions? World, do you know your Creator? Seek Him in the heavens! Above the stars must He dwell.

There’s also some interesting versions of the anthem out there, some weirder or more modern than others!

Belgian Mun’s absolute favourite, “never fails to make her cry”-version of the European anthem is the following Flashmob around the time of the Lisbon treaty: X DO LISTEN TO THIS ONE!!!!!

An honorable mention for this X multilingual version… However the French and German pronunciation leave to be desired. Luckily the singer apologises in the notes of the video, lol!

Regarding interesting linguistic versions, there is also a version in Esperanto here X, which is a made up language with a combination of rules and word forms from all the European languages. 

Here’s an interesting version in English as well… X I believe it was sung by Albanians which is why the accent doesn’t sound native. Still it’s pretty cool because it is a rock version!

Another Rock version here X! With what I believe is Croatian at the end? Is the following:

Then some honourable mentions:

This one by André Rieu, because he’s a musical genius. X

This version with 10 000 Japanese people! X

Ode to Joy but it’s by the Muppets! X

This one but it is sung by cats :3 X

This X bastardisation by the Piano Guys who combined it with “Joy to the world”

And lastly this covid version by this Dutch orchestra who did it over zoom! X

Okay! You’d think I would have gotten tired of the melody after hearing it so often ;) And trust me it’s been stuck in my head for two whole days. YET I AM NOT TIRED OF IT! I adore the European anthem. :D

So yeah... Thank you for your ask dear!

[avelera]

#I think the worst part is#That I wouldn’t do it justice#Obviously I want to see the shape of the rest of the story first#But OH#Oh there’s so many little pieces I could see being written#Nothing big or substantial#But ohhhh#Things I would love#Calliope scoping out Dream and Hob#Before she approached Hob to speak with him#Lucienne’s research about Destruction’s realm - which I have an inkling could be tied to Destiny’s actions#Lucienne knows precisely how long it would take for the Dreaming to degrade#And that is VERY useful information for a brother trying to make a point to his siblings#Nothing big#Just small little puzzle pieces that would be fascinating to tease out#The Lucienne & Destiny pieces have me really wondering and pondering#It’s so interesting to think about#Especially with what Avelera has shared behind the scenes about Destiny#This is a fic that deserves fanfic and doesn’t at the same time - it’s so amazing on its own it doesn’t need it#But those tiny pieces would be so fun to poke at and explore#I don’t know if I could do the work justice#But in the meantime I’ll daydream and think about it#Because some worlds are built so well and so fully fleshed out that you can’t help it#What must Calliope have thought when she was informed her ex husband was on Naxos? @arialerendeair

1 ) If you ever DID want to write fic of Giving Sanctuary, please consider this blanket permission! (I can't even imagine banning fic of a fic but lest anyone should worry??? I would be DELIGHTED)

2 ) THAT said, if you or anyone ever wanted to *prompt* a scene that didn't make it into the fic, for example because we're 90% of the time in Hob's POV, I would ALSO be delighted to write it for you all! I can already sense that even when I've finished the core story, I'm going to be reluctant to leave Giving Sanctuary Hob and Dream behind altogether, so I would ADORE getting prompts from people for scenes they'd like outside the core story!

3 ) I will say, when the nymphs first told Calliope via magical Greek mythic creature Discord that her dirtbag ex was on Naxos, clearly heading towards Orpheus's grave by the most circuitous possible route and dragging some human servant along with him, Calliope mostly flew over there to keep an eye on him and make sure he wasn't going to do anything offensive like try to steal the grave or something, or cause trouble. But then she became curious about this "servant" and watched Hob and Dream sit down at the taverna and Hob hold the wake for Orpheus. She saw how Dream smiled around Hob even while clearly in deep mourning, and listen to him, and actually take material, healthy steps towards accepting Orpheus is gone rather than remaining hung up on the possibility of one day bringing him back with magic, and thus never really facing the fact he parted from his son in anger, and she was... frankly astonished and resolved to talk to Hob the moment she could get a moment alone with him and without Dream there, to get the measure of him beyond what she knew as a Muse who just... knows everyone, kind of in the same way as Dream does (but knowing isn't understanding) and she really wanted to know what about him had attracted Dream, because she could tell at a glance that Dream was besotted and it seemed like Hob was besotted in return, and yet, they clearly weren't lovers yet and Dream wasn't one to hold back once interest was so clear, so what gives? Anyway. There were some lines that got cut to this effect, about her knowing everyone, just like Dream does, but I'd be happy to actually put her POV into a short prose piece or to support anyone else who wished to write it!

🍷Chapter 19 - Le Vin🍷 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Summary: In 1689, Hob Gadling and Dream meet once more, after Hob has lost everything. That night, their meeting goes on longer than expected when the conversation turns to what it means to live, to lose, and to be the fathers of dead sons. Unable to bear the thought of sending a man who so echoes Dream's own grief back into the night alone, Dream breaks his own rule and invites Hob to stay with him for a time, at least until he can get back on his feet. The story of two grief-stricken, divorced, and widowed fathers to sons they lost too young truly seeing one another and there, at their lowest point, doing their best to put themselves and each other back together.

-- Chapter 19 is up! Reminder this is a 2-parter while we get up to speed with Hob. Thank you so much to all the lovely people who agreed to beta read! I hope you all enjoy.

[torchwood-99]

Arya & Disney Princesses

I want to show similarities between Arya and the Disney Princesses, because why not? I know Sansa is usually held up as being the ‘Disney Princess’ of the series, but she has more in common with the stereotype of the Disney Princess (passive, conventionally feminine, needs to be rescued) as opposed to what the vast majority of Disney Princesses are actually like. 

Poor Disney Princesses, they get used as a byword for fragile and passive, but when you look at them, you realise that most of them don’t fit that stereotype at all. 

Off the top of my head, the only princess Arya is nothing like is Aurora, who isn’t really the protagonist of the film, the three fairies are. 

So, Cinderella. A noble born girl who is bullied forced to serve, whose circumstances change due to a fairy godmother. Arya is bullied, first by her sister and Jeyne, and then by the staff at Harrenhal. Arya is turned into a slave and forced to work under abusive conditions, however her situation turns around due to her kindness and courage winning her the support of Jaqen, an enigmatic character with magic powers. Jaqen offers her three deaths. Three is an important number in the original Cinderella, where the festival lasts for three nights so Cinderella receives three ballgowns. In original Cinderella tales, Cinderella doesn’t have a fairy godmoother, but a tree where her mother is buried. Arya hears messages from trees, giving her faith and courage.

Snow White. A princess, pursued by an evil queen, runs and hides in the woods. Snow White parallels is something that both Sansa and Arya have (princesses, hunted by an evil and vindictive queen. Both have connections to poison). But one thing Arya has that Sansa does not, is the disappearance into the woods. The woods are a key theme in fairy tales, they symbolise danger, change and transformation. Arya is at constant threat living in the wilderness, but it also provides her sanctuary from the Lannisters. Arya takes on a new identity in the woods and ends up disguising herself by acting as a servant, just as Snow White does by cleaning for the Seven Dwarves. Both of them survive and earn their keep through manual labour. 

Thematically, Arya shares a great deal with the plots of Snow White and Cinderella.

In terms of characterisation, Arya is more like the later Princesses. 

This where the belief that Disney Princesses are the perfect archetype of demure, gentle, conventional femininity. 

From Ariel, things are turning around. Ariel is romantic, and falls head over heels in love. But she is also mischievous and disobedient and bold. She regularly goes places that are dangerous and ignores orders to stay within the safe confines of the mer-world. Her curiosity and fascination in the world around her is so great that she repeatedly breaks the rules and pushes boundaries. 

Her disobedience is integral to her character. It is not something that pops up the one time, a rare occurrence because she has a crush. She is introduced late to a concert because she is exploring a shipwreck and has been chased by a shark. Instead of being the perfects, dutiful daughter who sings for her father and his court, she is off having adventures and getting into trouble.

She doesn’t fit into the perfect princess life she is meant to live, which causes her to feel isolated.

All the later Disney Princesses struggle against the roles they have been allotted in life, just like Arya. 

Belle, dreams of adventure, is mocked and isolated for being odd and strange, rejects the handsome man that all the other girls and guys swoon over, is the one person to see through him and knows him to be the loathsome creature he is (like Arya and a certain other hunk who is big on using antlers in his decorating).

Jasmine. Rebels. Sets her giant pet beast on a rude prince who she despises. Sneaks out and explores instead of staying inside the confines of the castle. Viscously rejects the Prince she is meant to marry and falls deeply in love with a common peasant boy (hi there Gendry!).

Pocahontas, rejects the respectable match suggested by her father, who the rest of the tribe admires and respects (albeit with more justification than Joffrey and Gaston), she is outdoorsy and loves nature, and is a total thrill seeker, as evidenced by her going over that waterfall.

Mulan and Merida? Don’t even need explaining.

Rapunzel and Tiana, strong, independent, willing to fight and get dirty, neither one starts off motivated by romance but by fulfilling their dreams and ambitions. 

Tiana works hard at cooking and cleaning to earn a living, just as Arya is made to do. 

Rapunzel is a missing princess, held captive, made to clean. Arya goes missing and everyone presumes her dead. She is forced to work as a servant in Harrenhal, both escape and go on adventures with the dark, handsome and snarky orphaned commoner. Can beat the shit out of anyone they want to.

Moana, a natural leader, loves nature, rebels (again!) against the path allotted to her, is brave, a fighter, confrontational and says what she thinks. Just generally strong willed and assertive, with no inclination to being passive or demure. 

The only ‘demure and gentle’ Disney Princesses we have are the first three (and Cinderella, when you watch her, isn’t really that all that much). The rest all tend to be assertive, strong willed, outsiders who rebel against the life that has been picked out for them.

If the DIsney film makers today were to look at the ASOIAF leads, to try and find a character for their next film, it’s going to be the rebellious, protective and bold Princess who disappears into the woods and becomes a hero.

[spottyissleepy]

OKAY SO y’all asked after my MLP au, and I am now here to provide ✨

But please keep in mind that this au is probably like six years old and I’ve forgotten a lot of it, plus- I just woke up lmao

So the very bare bones of it is that instead of being the rulers of Equestria (which is probably renamed to something along the lines of “ungulate”, which means hoofed animal), the two sisters are proper deities that are thought to have “eyes in the sky”, so to speak, and they each sacrificed one eye to hang in the heavens as the sun and moon respectively to watch over the creatures of their realm and ensure their safety

Now, in my rewrite Equestria, only hoofed animals have human-like intelligence, and obviously that includes the ponies/horses, which have MASSIVE superiority complexes because the goddesses of their world are most commonly thought of as alicorns, i.e., horses

There’s also vast differences between the three main pony species - unicorns are incredibly delicate, like. To a fault. They are insanely easy to break, which is something of a way to ahhh I guess “even out” their playing field because,, they have access to raw magic. Pegasi are more streamlined and bird like, and have a natural inclination towards predicting and managing the weather. And earth ponies are fucking t a n k s, and essentially the only ones in terms of ponies who can actually grow food; unicorn magic taints crops, so plant magic is only under the earth ponies’ belts.

But I imagine that the series as a whole would revolve around the mane six (obviously) but in Very different ways

Twilight would be a scholar of Celestia; her magic is directly tied to the sun and all the things that the goddess Celestia represents: like healing and warmth and etc

Rarity’s magic might be somewhat tied to the earth, in terms of like,, gemstones? But her magic is very weak; most unicorn magic, I imagine, is less of “whoa so many things you can do with this!!!!” and more of, legitimately, “you can really only excel at one thing”

I imagine it’s. Kind of like the coven system from the Owl House?? But idk

She’s still a dress maker lmao. I think the main “plot” of my au, she,, created costumes for the other mane six so that they could all go out and help spread love rather than hate between the three pony tribes while staying safely anonymous

Apple Jack still works on her family’s farm

Pinkie Pie now owns her own bakery, and she makes delicious vegan baked goods with ingredients grown from her own garden

Rainbow Dash was unemployed I’m pretty sure, and just like the town’s resident speed demon and Bad Boy tm

And Fluttershy owned an animal sanctuary for injured and abandoned pets / general animals

I mentioned it a little earlier but from what I remember it was,, the three tribes all hold the mindset that they’re better than the others because [insert various reasonings here], but the mane six come together due to a prophecy that relates to the death of their gods: i.e., the moon went nuts and is actively trying to murder the sun

Discord is also a larger player, as he is an ancient god of chaos that more or less shaped Celestia and Luna, but he has a mortal form that just causes havoc for the hell of it

Mildly unrelated, I think Twilight’s parents belonged to an extremist sun-worshipping cult, which is why she’s such a prodigy, but she gets the hell out of dodge from there and starts exploring more beyond her magic

And uhhh that is. All i remember presently lmao

[nextgensquad]

who do you ship lorcan and lysander with?

excellent question bestie! gonna say mine and everyone else can edit in if they see fit:

pearl: personally i've long been a molly/lorcan and lucy/lysander truther but in recent years that's changed to molly/teddy and lily/lorcan and in my current universe it's like... the twins run a magical creature sanctuary together, lorcan is the quiet one and lysander is the wanderer who picks up friends for the two of them bc lorcan prefers animals over people; lily is two years younger than them and she runs away from hogwarts in her seventh year due to (plot reasons) and rocks up to the scamander sanctuary and ends up chilling with them hiding from her family and lorcan is very wary of her bc lily is Loud and he does not like loud people but she has a quiet side too and she turns out to be surprisingly gifted w/ animals (she's a photographer and gets really into taking photos of the animals and surprisingly gets them to give her really good shots) so he ends up liking her after all. he's v different from every other boy she's ever liked but it works better for her. and lucy/lysander are both wanderers and runners, lucy is very angry due to (family trauma) while lysander is more chill about it, and she doesn't stick with people or places very often and he has his home base as the sanctuary but he drifts a lot because he likes to travel and sometimes they meet up and it's a thing that's not really a thing but eventually turns into more of a thing. she has snotty pureblood grandparents on her other side and they are absolutely horrified when she rocks up to family functions w/ a zookeeper boyfriend.

becca's additions: back in the days when i came up with the main core of my headcanons (c. 2010), i was still doing my best to fit it to the info jkr had given us, so when she said that luna's twins were considerably younger than the other canon kids, i just took that and rolled with it. so lorcan and lysander in my next gen universe are a good seven years younger than lily and hugo, and five years younger than the youngest weasley cousin (lucy).

all that to say that i ship them with ocs, and in each case it's with childhood friends, which wasn't really planned but it's how it worked out. lysander is my gryffindor twin, and, like pearl's version, he's a magical creatures guy like his parents, but more along the lines of his however-many-times great-grandpa, in that he constantly has animals spilling out of his pockets. the girl he ends up with is a slytherin, whom lysander ends up befriending quite early in his hogwarts career, partly due to her also having a certain affinity with particular animals. she's very ~plot important~ for my big next gen wip series, so i don't want to say too much. lorcan is a poet, a dreamer, and an astronomer, and comes out as non-binary in their teens. they end up with their two best friends from school days, a pair of oddballs called tamara and milo, and they're all equally in love with each other.

the twins and all their respective partners end up starting an alternative magical community/refuge hidden deep in the countryside, a safe haven for waifs and strays of any species, where people grow food and make art and live semi-communally. by summer 2047, inhabitants include all characters above, plus jess lupin and her girlfriend, four under-fives, a very pregnant werewolf hiding from a scandal, and a dragon called rocco who thinks lysander's her mother.