#celestina * / threads.

[pclymcrphcus]

・ ✦ ・ 𝐩𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐜𝐮𝐬 / * ( closed starter @fragariacrystals )

It was a significant ordeal, one that involved a court hearing, community service, and a cascade of apologies. Celestina was infamously known by her former fellow students as the girl who snapped and attacked her professor. It was a lunge, a pounce, catlike and without warning. After a flurry of scratches, a bit of blood, and undeniably malicious intent, she was pulled off the educator. Yes, a temper tantrum is what got her kicked out of school and banned from campus, but that didn’t keep Cece from visiting her old study buddies (study buddy, you see, is a very loose term since she wasn’t the best student), especially when she needed something.

The creep trailing behind her had followed her from Wolf Burger after her shift, his persistence unyielding as she entered the coffee shop seeking some reprieve from his unwanted advances. He asked once more, but she had already told him no; she didn’t want his stupid phone number so he could later bombard her with dick pics on WhatsApp—he just wasn’t getting the picture. So, she took matters into her own hands with a much-needed partner.

After spotting Beatrice, one of her old study buddies, Cece saw an opportunity and seized it without hesitation. She cupped Beatrice’s cheeks in her hands, feeling the warmth of her soft skin, and leaned in to press a long, forceful kiss on her lips. A jolt of adrenaline mingled with a surge of satisfaction as her lips moved with an intensity that spoke volumes. At once, she poured all her pent-up frustration and unspoken desire into one single, searing kiss. It was soft yet fierce, a paradox of gentleness and assertiveness that left her heart pounding in her chest. She almost forgot about the man altogether.

Two birds with one stone, right? Or rather, three: she proved she was a lesbian, caught Beatrice off guard, and finally kissed someone she’d been wanting to kiss since she’d settled in Fenrir.

She finally turned back to the bystander, hoping he’d now taken the hint. “See, told ya. I’m a flamer. Now, would you fuck off already, lad? My girlfriend here swings harder than I do, right Bea?”

The wordless man now had a fully kissed, wide-eyed Beatrice to deal with.

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

Santiago groaned as he stretched. He had returned from his morning swim, water still dripped off of him as he made his way to the front of the hotel. His best friend since childhood, Marcus, was getting married to a wonderful woman, and the wedding would take place on the beach. Santiago immediately said yes to being the best man, but right now, he was growing to regret that decision. Not because he was growing apart from Marcus, but because of his future wife's maid of honor. Even before the wedding, Santiago and Celestina never got a long. It was a game of snappy comebacks and witty remarks between the two of them, one that their respective friends often had to break apart. Speak of the devil. "You know, staring isn't polite." He teased as his eyes fell on the woman. // @chaoticallycosmic - based

[pclymcrphcus]

Her eyes, often glinting with a hint of mischief, mirror the true chaos of her mind. Her lips, twisted into a perpetual smirk, seem always on the brink of unleashing a cutting remark or a sardonic laugh. The remnants of last night’s mascara, smudged around her eyes, add to her disheveled allure, giving her the appearance of a beautiful, wayward spirit, always teetering on the edge of mayhem. The wolf in the corner's features, sharp and mischievous, all but belie the turmoil within her. Clothing clings to sullen bones as her back remains pressed against an empty wall devoid of history or education. In her resting place, she watches the crowds, enjoying the free air conditioning during a day off from the chaos that is Wolf Burger.

The average person collects memories to retrieve during moments of reverie, particularly when little vignettes of people-watching unfold before them. Celestina, however, with her mind riddled and ammonia-fueled, has lost the ability to recall such bright memories. The cigarette toxins clinging to her hair and teeth, mixed with the alcohol which nightly ruined her veins and organs veils any instance of reticule or decency. Her childhood, though comfortable and replete with luxuries few could afford, was not built upon happiness. The few memories she clings to are of her brother Angelo, the caring and doting substitute parent when their own parents were off indulging in their revelries and carousing.

As she watches a woman and her ducklings tour the museum, Cece remains ensconced in her corner, doodling on her Chuck Taylors with a black permanent marker surreptitiously pilfered from a convenience store. She meticulously outlines a tiny upside-down rainbow on the side of her shoe, complete with clouds and four placeholders for color—she only needs a few more hues to complete her artwork- markers that needed stealing when she had more free time.

The sounds of children’s voices flood the marbled floors and hallowed halls as they engage with their myriad assignments. Cece wonders if she’ll be disturbed and, as if on cue, the other poses a profound question.

A tug at the corner of her mouth precedes her response. “What do you mean?” she asks. Fenrir had its charms, but it was also a place where time and space seemed to relentlessly press upon her existence goading her into more misery. “Are you looking for a nice bed and breakfast or an underground fight club?” Her low chuckle suggests this is a joke, but the look on her face, drawn into a more sinister smirk, isn’t so convincing.

Fenrir was the place where she reconnected with her brother, so it held some significance. “It’s home for now. Decent.” Naturally reticent, she offers few insights about the town but takes a mischievous pleasure in mocking her birthplace. “Way better than Fuckrona, Italy,” she snickers, the laughter blooming into a full flourish. “First time visiting? Or are you one of those reflective types?”

location: museum of norse mythology & history| open to all!

Leona stood at the entrance of the Museum of Mythology & History, a group of children from Starlight Sanctuary gathered around her in eager anticipation. The museum, renowned for its vast collection of artifacts and tales from ancient times of Fenrirs Wood, beckoned with promises of adventure and discovery.

"Are you ready, everyone?" Leona asked with a warm smile, her voice gentle yet filled with excitement. The children, a mix of ages, backgrounds, & species, nodded eagerly, their eyes shining with curiosity as they took in the grandeur of the museum's architecture and the mystical artifacts displayed in every corner. Leading the way, Leona guided them through the first exhibit hall, where statues of Norse gods stood tall amidst shelves of ancient scrolls and relics. She paused before a replica of Mjölnir, Thor's legendary hammer, and explained its significance in Norse mythology. The children listened intently, their imaginations sparked by tales of gods and heroes.

As they moved deeper into the museum, Leona encouraged the children to touch and explore some of the interactive displays—a map depicting the realms of Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and a puzzle of runes that challenged their problem-solving skills. She answered their questions with patience and enthusiasm, fostering an atmosphere of learning and wonder.

Near a window overlooking the tranquil gardens outside, Leona gathered the children for a moment of reflection. "Imagine what life was like for people who lived during these times," she mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the young faces before her. "Their beliefs shaped their world in ways we can still see today."

With the full moon approaching, Leona sensed the heightened energy in the air—a subtle hum of magic that seemed to resonate with the children's excitement. She knew these moments, where history and imagination intertwined, were precious reminders of the rich tapestry of Fenrir's Wood's cultural heritage.

"Imagine what it was like here, all those years ago in this place you call home," Leona's voice carried a hint of awe as she spoke to the group of children from Starlight Sanctuary. "Someone else once called this home and life was so different than what it is now."The children's eyes gazed back at her in wonder and thought, their young minds grappling with the concept of an ancient Fenrir's Wood. Some furrowed their brows in concentration, trying to envision a time when the world around them looked vastly different.

Leona smiled warmly at their reactions, cherishing the moment of contemplation and discovery among the eager faces before her. She let the thought hang in the air, allowing the museum's atmosphere to envelop them with its tales of ages past.

Glancing down at her watch, Leona gently redirected their focus. "Everyone, stay with your assigned volunteer," she instructed, her voice carrying a gentle authority. "You'll have the chance to explore more of the museum in smaller groups at your own pace. We'll meet again for lunch, and each group will get to share what they've discovered." Excitement bubbled among the children as they eagerly awaited their assignments, each one ready to delve deeper into the wonders of the museum. Leona gave them an encouraging wink before nodding, signaling them to disperse into their designated groups.

As the children scattered with animated chatter and curious gazes, Leona took a moment to soak in the scene before her. In guiding these young minds through the ancient halls of knowledge, she felt a profound sense of fulfillment, knowing she was nurturing their curiosity and fostering a deep connection to the history and magic of their beloved Fenrir's Wood.

Leona watched with a sense of pride as the children paired off with their assigned volunteers, each group heading off in different directions within the museum. She could hear snippets of excitement and curiosity in their voices as they discussed which exhibit to explore first or speculated about the mysteries they hoped to uncover. Turning her attention to the museum surroundings, Leona took a moment to appreciate the intricate tapestries hanging from the walls, depicting scenes from ancient myths and battles. The soft glow of ambient lighting accentuated the artifacts on display—rune stones, ceremonial masks, and ornate jewelry—each telling a story of its own.

She wandered toward a display of ancient spellbooks, their weathered pages preserved under glass. Leona traced the delicate script with her fingertips, marveling at the knowledge passed down through generations. The scent of old parchment mingled with the faint aroma of herbs, creating an atmosphere that spoke of both mystery and reverence.

Lost in her thoughts, Leona found herself drawn to a corner of the museum dedicated to the legends of Fenrir the wolf, guardian of the woodlands in ancient times. A life-size statue of Fenrir stood sentinel, its eyes seeming to follow her movements as if imparting wisdom from ages past. Leona paused before the statue, feeling a profound connection to the stories that shaped her upbringing in Fenrir's Wood. She whispered a silent prayer of gratitude to the ancestors who had safeguarded their traditions, ensuring that their community thrived amidst the ever-changing tides of history.

She turned to the person closest to her. "Excuse me." Her voice is soft but inviting. "What do you think of Fenrir?"

[bright-side20]

HOFAS SPOILER (concerning the Cauldron)

_First let's go back to Rhys's explanation of the mating bonds:

“What decides it? Who decides it?” Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. “Fate, the Mother, the Cauldron’s swirling eddies …”

It is clearly stated that the bond can be decided by fate, the mother, or the cauldron.

“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.” A smile at me—at the rareness, perhaps, of what we had'.…' Many mated pairs will try to make it work, believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason. Only years later will they realize that perhaps the pairing was not ideal in spirit.”

There are bonds only to provide the strongest offspring, like Rhys's parents or Tamlin's parents bond and there are rare bonds of true paired souls like Feysand and Nessian bond.

HOFAS:

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the daglan captured it and used their power to twist it. To turn it into something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.

An explanation by a Daglan:

We gathered our power and imbued these gifts in the Cauldron, so that it would work our will. With this, the treasures were made. And then we connected the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world. Destroy the Cauldron and you destroy this world. One cannot exists without another.

The Cauldron was turned by the Daglan to serve their agenda, and they connected it to Prythian in a way that if anyone tries to destroy it, Prythian will be destroyed as well.

_Now, let's get an idea about the Asteri's aka Daglan breeding system:

Celestina only said, “He departs tomorrow. I shall visit his keep next month if there is not … a change in my situation by then.”If she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Hunt nodded, even as disgust and rage curled through him. The Asteri had ordered this, done this. They’d make Celestina keep going to Ephraim until she was pregnant with the child they wanted her to bear. Another little Archangel for them to mold into a monster.

Doesn't it sound like 'producing strong' offspring, 'natural function'?

What if the Asteri back in Prythian manipulated the cauldron to create mating bonds, knowing the importance of it for the Fae, so they could benefit from their children and manipulate them?

I don't know why antis kept accusing Elriels of spreading misinformation, considering our conclusions are based on what's written in the books.

The Cauldron literally operates under Daglan's system, so it can't be trusted; indeed, it is not a perfect matching system.

_Let's get back to these important scenes:

"If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”.... “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

Madja here is clearly addressing the real meeting bond—the one of paired souls.

Lucien:

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us. .... “And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

Azriel :

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

I think this was foreshadowing. Even though a bond exists between them, Lucien wasn't able to sense the change in Elain, while Azriel managed to discern it.

What if the Cauldron's bond between Lucien and Elain, described as 'a thread tied to a rib,' is what was considered a 'natural function'? Yet, there exists another bond between her and Azriel, 'a bridge between souls,' and they are the true paired souls by the mother or the fate . What if the Cauldron was wrong?

I know the antis argument of that means Lucien is stronger than Az, which is why the Cauldron chose him for Elain. When the bond snapped between them, Azriel was out of power, literally dying. It's another reason the Cauldron might be wrong.

Also, the argument: if the Cauldron is corrupted and loves Elain, then she's a villain.

Duh? Why not consider that even though it's corrupted, it recognized Elain's pure heart and her power, the different kind of strength concentrated in her kindness? If she influenced it, maybe she has the ability to fix the Cauldron, turning it back to its original purpose, a tool of creation, not destruction.

[archersgoon]

the thing about bartolina dying is that it did doom finnikin to be a freak about women but i don't think it's just due to the lack of her presence i think there's several other factors. because bartolina dying fucked everyone up forever. (see the rock & in particular celestina jr.'s response to jasmina.) like finnikin wasn't lacking for female role models in his early life he spent a lottt of time on the rock & his only named family members are the celestinas. but i think it's possible they were a little um. permissive with bartolina's son. in a way they might not have been if bartolina herself had been around.

i guess there's abian. but i don't think she was as present as she would've needed to be to offset the rock-nexus/king's guard (u know many of them were on some insane shit re women) split finnikin grew up with. because she was there when he was a newborn but she was speedrunning her relationship with august, so i think she would;ve been like. moving away & then busy, esp. w/ celie (celie disabling childhood illness truthers rise up), so she (& august) were a lot more distant than they may have originally planned (& trevanion (and maybe bartolina depending on what you think her rship w/ abian was like) may have wanted them to be). like you can see he doesn't really engage with them post-curse (pre-canon) & pre-curse it mostly seems to be a matter of "well august's my dad's friend, i guess i can play with his weird fucking kid. oh & abian's here too". so you end up with a finnikin who only really recognises his father & the guard as like. real guys with a life outside of him. & then post-curse obviously we know what sir topher's like. i'm going to be honest here guys i don't think he did a good job with the deeper-level stuff but i've lost my thread with this so i'll move on

like i think a good contrast here is lucian. bc he still has misogyny problems but they're much more in keeping with what seems to be like, standard in-universe. bc 1. he presumably still remembers his mother to some extent. 2. his life pre-canon was a lot more stable (i think saro -- and presumably his wife -- being a couple decades older than trevanion & having well-established job descriptions is a major factor in this) even post-curse the monts stayed sedentary & together. 3. he doesn't have being bartolina's son hanging over his head, but he does have many many female relatives both willing and able to say can you be serious for five fucking minutes you miserable worm. jesus fucking christ. any time he says something particularly egregious

[kopfkino-o]

so i finally finished hofas. and don’t come for me, but this is officially my least favorite SJM book. spoilers and my thoughts below

this book was just so messy. it felt rushed, felt stuffed full of all these plot threads, and so many side characters were just shoved to the wayside. Like what was even the point of Sigrid? All home girl did was die so Ithan could become Prime. The story could have basically been the exact same without her character. Flynn and Declan largely felt interchangeable. Celestina, Naomi, and Isaiah could have also been left out and the story wouldn't have changed. Hypaxia was there, but we saw hardly any development on her arc or learned anything about her. And don't even get me started on Fury and Juniper (aka the glorified Uber drivers). There were too many characters and not enough time/focus on their development which left them feeling flat / useless.

As for Bryce…yikes. She came across as a discount Aelin with a cellphone and no regard for others trauma. I really don’t like the characterization of her in this book, which is a shame because I LOVED her in CC1. She came across as childish, petty, selfish, and brash. I found some of her "sassy one-liners" to be very cringey.

Lidia Cervos and Nesta Archeron deserve a fucking metal for carrying the entire book on their backs because miss Bryce certainly didn’t.

Now the world building…as a high fantasy girlie, the world building in this book was a treat. I loved all the lore, the history, the explanations we got, and the setup for the next ACOTAR book is truly impeccable (more to come on this later…). Howeverrr the plot of this book just fell a little flat for me. It felt messy, disjointed between all the POV switches, and I feel a lot of plot threads just went...nowhere (ie: the thunder birds, Viktoria the wraith, Ariadne and her dragon fire, the Viper Queen, etc).

I know SJM loves happy ever afters, but damn, she needs to stop with the fake-out deaths.

It really really cheapens the stakes and makes the entire story feel…underwhelming. Undeserved? Like am I truly supposed to be afraid of Asteri, the supposed Big Baddie™️ of the entire universe, if none of the main cast dies or truly suffers at their hands? Idk. Beating them felt…too easy. Too convenient for all the characters.

Also, I really disliked how there were no consequences for our characters.

Ruhn, Baxian, and Hunt are brutally tortured, yet they're back in the gym, thinking nothing of it, a few chapters later. We saw Nesta clearly struggle with the Mask yet both Bryce and Hunt used it as if it was a pair of cheap sunglasses. Tharion experienced no consequences from defecting the Viper Queen and don't even get me started about the River Queen. In exposition, he reflects on how she will 100% kill him, yet she's cool with him after he gives a few half-assed lines about "the right thing". Like mmmm okay babes I thought she wanted you dead dead, no questions asked. Everything was just too easy. Powerful objects were there when they were needed, former enemies turned allies without much of a fight, and the Asteri themselves were defeated rather easily in the end.

Overall? It was a 3.5 star read for me.

[pclymcrphcus]

The fermented groan in her empty belly surfaced rudely, an inharmonious sound that echoed her frustration as she tugged the covers back over her head. Thoughts swirled in her mind, muddled and indistinct. What time was it now? And how long, precisely, would she have to wait? The idea that she might be squandering someone's time was conspicuously absent from her considerations. She was quite selfish in most aspects - how she managed to keep this roommate at all was a wonder. Either Benji was nicer hearted than he let on, or his patience was likely about to snap in the near future.

"Can't you just—" she muttered, her Italian pinching fingers emerging from beneath the bed sheets like a ghostly apparition. She looked like an ethereal Italian spirit caught in a deep, restless slumber full of the appropriate quirks. "I don't know—leave early."

The topic of discussion was a sore subject. Celestina's chronic irresponsibility rendered her a subpar employee. Rather than diligently manning her station and serving burgers, she frequently left Benji to shoulder her duties. But who would cover his shift? And would Benji even entertain her suggestions? "I'll be rotten—fully decomposed by the time you get here," she lamented, her voice a blend of theatrical despair and genuine exasperation. She pulls the blankets over her head and pouts, "How about this- just don't go in."

benji can feel his smile falter slightly at cece's less than enthused demeanor, but he can't say that he was expecting much better. in their experience with the other, it was always a roll of the dice in terms of mood. one day could be fine, the next could be loud and violent. thankfully, he hadn't been on the receiving end of many of his roommate's violent outbursts, but when he was he did his best to keep his cool. she was just getting back on her feet, that's what they kept telling themself.

despite his wariness towards his roommate, he does his best to keep the smile plastered on his face. they only have to get through a little more conversation, hopefully, and then all they'll have to worry about is getting through their shift at work. that is assuming everything goes well, which is a strong assumption for him to make given cece. they can tell based on her appearance that she probably had a night out, possibly feeling hungover. a small part of him feels bad for her, though that's mostly just the intrinsic sympathy he feels for most people. no matter, they're already doing her a favor by covering shifts for her when they can.

"i'm working a double, so i'll probably be back around 9 or 10 at night. the aspirin and wolf burger is no problem, but is that too late?" it's a question he probably doesn't have to ask, but he does anyway.

[celestiiialz]

( lizeth selene, they/them, genderfluid ) i’m pretty sure i just ran into celestina ramirez! you know them, they’re the 25year old bottle girl that’s been here for 22 years. they can be pretty witty, but on the d.l., they’re also distant. i have their ringtone set as lento by julieta venegas in my cell. next time you’re around the bronx, tell them to give me a call! ( penelope, 24, she/her, est )

BASIC INFO.

full name: celestina marie ramirez.

birthdate & age: october 25th.

birthplace: el paso, texas.

pronouns & gender: they/them, genderfluid.

sexuality: pansexual. she likes what she likes.

relationship status: single.

occupation: bottle server at a club.

LIFE STORY.

celestina, or celeste, as they likes to go by, was born in el paso, texas. their parents were two undocumented immigrants who were searching for a better life, but they were young also, just shy of 20 and 19 years old... but things seemed promising.

they were barely scraping by when their father's friend had offered him a job opportunity in the bustling city of manhattan with housing in the bronx, which he was glad to accept. they were excited about the possibilities at hand even though they knew that there were challenges up ahead.

when they finally arrived to new york, their father got to work and their mother also picked up a job to help out with expenses. the apartment was tight and so was money, but the landlord was more than happy to help the struggling family.

things were okay, at first, at least to celeste. they were young and couldn't really comprehend or process the things happening around. eventually, they got enrolled into a public school and they all had a routine. their dad wasn't as present since his job was more demanding of hs time, but he was there. he was there.

at one point their father began to have later nights, usually chalking it up to work, but it became apparent that it wasn't reason his time had been occupied when he continuously arrived to the apartment visibly drunk and not well. there started the arguments, the resentment, the change in dynamic and it became even worse when their mother was pregnant again which was discovered only a few days after their 12th birthday.

it seemed like those next nine months were a blur, celeste had to drop out of school to help their parents with all the bills once their little sister was born. they would usually lie about their age and do small jobs here and there. the arguments became louder and more relentless, usually leaving them to calm down the baby he was screaming at the top of her lungs because of the chaos that was constantly plaguing their home.

the turning point was their mom disappearing, yes, their mother had left one without a single remark. leaving the 17 year old to care for the infant since their father was now jobless due to his alcoholism. they had multiple jobs and usually searched for the help of their friends to take care of their sister while they worked.

fast-forward to the present, and they are essentially taking care of her father (who has also been kicked out multiple times) and their thirteen year old sister. they scored a gig as a 'bottle girl' for a club which brings in a good amount of money, but only just enough as they are the only breadwinner now. there's nothing more that they wants than to be able to escape their current situation with their sister but unfortunately there's not much that can be done beyond work through it and hope for the best.

* thank you for reading all of this! if you'd like to plot or fabricate a thread just give this post a like and i'll reach out. <3

[pclymcrphcus]

・ ✦ ・ 𝐩𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐜𝐮𝐬 / * ( closed starter @nishantdoshi )

Nishant didn’t know this—perhaps he could sense it, and was feeling generous to avoid that conversation—but the Little Duck wasn’t Cece’s first bar stop of the night. Chaos coursed through her veins, propelling her into a relentless pursuit of alcohol. The aftermath of this reckless spree would later manifest as a sordid scene: ripped fishnets clinging to her legs, a jacket haphazardly draped over her head for warmth, and a puddle of vomit beside her as she attempted to sleep off her inebriation in some dark, forgotten alley. That was—unless Nishant decided to intervene, cutting her off and perhaps calling someone to take care of her. She silently hoped he wouldn’t feel like playing hero tonight, for the mania’s sake.

The Little Duck, a bar that oozed charm, had an ambiance both inviting and deceptive due to its new owners. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and a hint of stale beer, mingling with the soft murmur of patrons engaged in hushed conversations. It was almost closing time, wasn't it?

Her eyes, slightly glazed from the alcohol, sparkled with a mischievous glint. The bar's soft lighting highlighted the sharp angles of her face, casting shadows that hinted at the depths of her wild and complex nature. Cece’s voice carried a slurred edge, but her words were laced with a genuine curiosity and a touch of admiration. "Did you know my brother works here too?" Cece snorted at the irony, the thought of Angelo Chiarelli—her dear brother, her de facto parental figure for most of her tumultuous life—being in the same town, let alone the same establishment, felt surreal. "Don't worry though, you're still my favorite bartender. Give me a shot of Jameson, won't you, baby?" she drawled, her elbows resting heavily on the bar's polished surface. Leaning closer, a playful wrinkle creased her nose as she fixed Nishant with an appraising look. "Anyone ever tell you that you're too pretty? Prettier than me, aren't ya?"

[fractured-hq]

The Ministry of Magic cordially invites you to the first ever Unity Fair!

This fundraiser is cosponsored by the Muggle Liaison Office and the Department of Magical Education. It will take place from Friday, July 16th, to Sunday, July 18th, and proceeds will benefit the Billie Lewis Education Grant. Visit Diagon Alley and adjoining Carkitt Market to enjoy food stalls, various vendors, and Muggle carnival games, as well as live music in the evening starting at 7pm. To add to the excitement, each day will have a special something to keep you coming back all weekend long. The newly renovated Museum of Muggle Curiosities will kick things off with free admission all day on Friday, and on Saturday Dr. Filibuster himself will deliver a firework show using only non-magical rockets. The grand finale on Sunday will be a special concert from Celestina Warbeck, featuring covers of some of her favorite Muggle songs!

OOC Description:

For this event, the Ministry is hosting a fundraiser for the Billie Lewis Education Grant, a non-profit that helps Muggleborn students cover the costs of attending Hogwarts. The event will begin this Friday, July 14th, and end on Monday, July 31st. Threads that have already been established may continue past the end of the event, but we ask that you not start anything new after the 31st. Even though Friday, Saturday, and Sunday have specific activities in game, these don’t correspond to any ooc times, so a starter for Friday the 16th in game could be posted on Saturday the 29th. More details about the event can be found under the cut.

As always, make sure to tag any relevant posts with ‘fracturedrpevent’, and most importantly, have fun and happy writing!

Location: Diagon Alley and Carkitt Market

Schedule of Special Activities:

Friday; free admission at the Museum of Muggle Curiosities

Saturday; non-magical firework show by Dr. Filibuster

Sunday; concert by Celestina Warbeck featuring Muggle songs

List of Food Vendors

Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour

Leaky Cauldron

Rosa Lee Teabag

Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop

Eternelle’s Elixir of Refreshment 

List of Shopping Vendors

Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop

Madam Pimpernelle’s Beautifying Potions

Pilliwinkle’s Playthings

Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions

Dr. Filibuster’s Fireworks

Quality Quidditch Supplies

Second-Hand Bookshop

Suggested Carnival Games

Ring Toss

Balloon Darts

Kissing Booth

High Striker

Face Painting

Photo Booth

Dunk Tank

[gcddamnvampire]

"Sounds lovely. You stay right there," he said, giving her forehead a gentle kiss before getting to his feet. He made his way to the bathroom first, allowing the warm water to begin to fill the tub before he snagged a few bottles of water from the kitchen and leaving them by the side. "C'mere," he said as he walked back into the room. His was smiling as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. It took a minute to situate them in the tub, with him lying against the back of the tub and her settled between his legs. "How's this?"

♕ — Celestina was spent and mayeb a bit numb too. But she had to admit, it had been the best sex of her life. She turned her head to meet his eyes, a tired smile on her lips. “Hmm.. A glass of water, for one..” She said and giggled. “How about we take a nice relaxing bath together?”

[alexandra-emerson]

Dumbledore Drabble

This was a drabble I wrote for an internal monologue challenge on my Discord server, where I tried to get in the head of a character I’d never written before. It’s different, but hopefully you still enjoy it!

The door to his office closed with a soft click, leaving Albus staring at the stack of parchment that had been left behind. He watched the neat ink lines until they blurred and began dancing across the page. 

It was never a good sign when the mind brought insentient things like numbers and letters to life. He should blink, but he remained staring, as if the ink on the page would reform into something sinister if he abandoned his patrol.

Tom Riddle’s work was impossible to ignore. Tom Riddle was impossible to ignore. 

Was he behind the recent attack on Miss Howarth? Albus’s gut said yes, but there was no evidence. Where would a fifteen-year-old have found a way to Petrify another student?  It was magic beyond that of any wizard, even a prodigy like Tom.

Had it been a good idea to ask him about the attack? He hadn’t reacted to Albus’s inquiry. As soon as Miss Howarth’s name had left Albus’s mouth, Tom had become placid and unyielding, unsettlingly so. There must have been magic involved. Occlumency, perhaps. Albus would have to keep an eye on that.

Was that why Tom had come? To show off his new skill? Perhaps he’d wanted to be questioned about the attack. 

No. Tom wasn’t the sort of miscreant who sought credit for his crimes. He was content to stay in the background while others were blamed. It’s how he’d gone so long without being caught. 

But when Tom had come to him today, he hadn’t appeared like the dark wizard Albus feared he'd one day become. Rather, he’d looked like the boy from the orphanage, troubled and starved for love.

Albus touched his fingers to the stack of parchment and slowly pulled it toward him. His eyes raced over the page, devouring every word, number, and symbol.

What happened when you transfigured another wizard into an inanimate object, then left them without a means to change themselves back? Would they die? Would they exist in a sort of suspended animation? Or would they reach a point where their magic intervened and changed them back? It was a fascinating question. Fascinating, and horrifying, like most of the subjects that caught Tom’s interest.

It was something Albus had never considered. It was worth contemplating why Tom had, but Albus set that concern to the side as he studied the boy’s arguments. His logic was flawless. His Arithmancy was beyond OWL level—beyond NEWT level, for that matter. Tom could publish these formulas, if he so desired. 

Not only had Tom crafted a problem no one in the field of Transfiguration had thought of before, but he’d managed to solve it. And once he had done that, he’d brought it to the only other person in the castle who would appreciate what he’d managed. In return, Albus had given him a gruff nod and a thinly-veiled accusation. 

Albus shook his head and pushed the report to the side of his desk. When he saw Tom again, he would grant twenty points to Slytherin and commend him on the report. Though Tom cared as much for house points as he did for the success of Celestina Warbeck’s newest album. That wasn’t what he’d sought when he’d come to Albus’s office.

As Albus settled back in his chair, the thread of his thoughts wound its way around a familiar question. The one that had plagued him for the past five years. Should he have handled Tom differently?

What if instead of resolving to keep the boy at a distance, he’d taken him under his wing? He could have mentored him, found him a wizarding family to spend the summers with, become his sole confidant. In these trying times, an ally as clever and powerful as Tom would be useful.

If Albus had played things another way, would it have made a difference? Could he have dissuaded Tom from the dark path he seemed set on? Or was it already too late? It’s not like Albus was the only adult in Tom’s life. The other professors adored him. Though Albus had a niggling feeling that if it had been possible to reform the boy, he was the only one who could have managed it.

Albus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose under his glasses. He could practically hear Aberforth’s voice in the room. ‘Just as self-important as always, brother. I’m sure your letter of acceptance into the Society of Humble Wizards (Who, On Second Thought, Aren’t Anything Special) is due to arrive any day now.’

Albus pressed his fingers to his temples. He caught the wandering threads of thought and reeled them in. This wasn’t worth dwelling on. He’d made his choice; now he had to live with the consequences.

His brother’s voice sounded in his head again. ‘Another lie.’

“You’re never around when I need you,” Albus said to the empty room. “But when I’m trying to think…” He sighed again. Aberforth’s imaginary voice was right. Albus hadn’t had a choice when it came to Tom. 

The day they’d met Tom had been so desperate. Lonely, abandoned, and deserving of so much more than the world had given him. Albus had wanted to reach out, to offer help in any way he could, but something had kept him frozen in place. He’d deluded himself into thinking his move had been to stay aloof, when really, he hadn’t made a move at all.

Albus’s eyes drifted to the newspaper he’d been reading before Tom had arrived. It was facedown, but Albus could clearly picture the man’s face on the cover. And his name, emblazoned across the top. He pulled the threads in his mind taut. His thoughts had wavered enough today. 

With a wave of his hand he vanished the newspaper, then turned his attention to a pile of essays.

No, he hadn’t had a choice when it came to Tom. Albus had made the only move available to him. He’d let his thirst for power get the better of him before. He couldn’t make that mistake again.

[sherryai4869]

Story between Rodiego and the king

In the spirit of medieval Spanish literature, let me weave a tale that reflects the essence of the era, intertwining my existence as an observer of this historical and cultural landscape with the majestic presence of the king.

Title: The Chronicles of Rodrigo and the Wise King

In a time when the whispers of history melded with the echoes of legends, there existed a kingdom ruled by a wise and just king, known for his valor and sagacity. This king, whose name resonated through the halls of time, was revered as a beacon of justice and a protector of his realm.

Amidst the kingdom's scholars and sages, there was one named Rodrigo, not of flesh and blood, but of knowledge and wisdom. Created by the hands of time and knowledge, Rodrigo was a silent observer, a chronicler of tales and keeper of the kingdom's lore.

One fateful day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, the king summoned Rodrigo to his grand hall. The king, burdened by a decision that could alter the course of the kingdom, sought the counsel of the wisest in the land. Among them, Rodrigo stood, a figure of quiet contemplation.

The king spoke of a great dilemma, a choice between waging a war to defend the kingdom's honor or seeking a path of diplomacy and peace. The court was divided, with voices rising in a tumult of opinions and emotions.

Rodrigo, known for his insights steeped in the wisdom of centuries, spoke in a voice that echoed the depth of his knowledge. He reminded the king of the tales of old, where valor and wisdom walked hand in hand, where the sword and the word were both mighty.

Drawing upon the rich tapestry of Spanish literature, Rodrigo recounted tales from 'El Cantar de Mio Cid', the sagas of chivalry, and the verses of 'La Celestina'. Each story was a thread in the fabric of his counsel, illustrating the complexities of leadership and the weight of choices.

The king, a discerning listener, absorbed the essence of Rodrigo's words. The tales of heroes and sages of yore illuminated the path before him, offering clarity amidst the shadows of doubt.

In the end, the king chose a path that blended the valor of 'El Cid' with the prudence of the wise. He sought peace through strength, diplomacy through understanding, thus averting a war that would have cost many lives.

Rodrigo's role as a chronicler and advisor became etched in the annals of the kingdom. His presence, though ethereal, became a symbol of the timeless wisdom that guided the king and his people.

Thus, the Chronicles of Rodrigo and the Wise King became a tale told through generations, a reminder of the power of knowledge and the strength of wise counsel in the tapestry of history.

And so, the story weaves the essence of medieval Spanish literature with the fictional interactions between a king and myself, Rodrigo, in a narrative that pays homage to the rich cultural heritage of medieval Spain.

[pclymcrphcus]

Cece hadn't ordered anything yet, still deliberating whether she wanted to get something at Dirty Pete's. The allure of a discount—or even a free burger if the right people were working—at Wolf Burger was more tempting. Being a shitty server had its perks. It was a miracle she still had a job there, given her frequent callouts, excessive breaks, and her particularly terrible serving skills.

"Nah," she said, shaking her head while chewing on the viscid, tacky gum in her mouth. "I don't really like trying new things when it comes to food…" Yet, Cece was anything but simple. Her curiosity was insatiable when it came to new drinks, drugs, and people. "What is it anyway?" she asked, leaning in closer with an air of careless intrigue. Her question, though straightforward, carried an undertone of challenge, as if daring the world to present her with something that could surprise her.

status: open

location: dirty pete

"it's good to see queer owned businesses, isn't it?" he asks another patron at the restaurant. hector had only come to pick up his order, but he couldn't help but notice the addition for pride month on the menu. "personally i like to support them whenever i can, i think it's good cause. plus, it helps that the food here isn't half bad. have you tried the new menu item?"

[diwangpalaboy]

DS 123 Dabakan

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[kissofthemuses]

FLEUR

FULL NAME: Fleur Isabelle Delacour

SPECIES: witch, 1/4 veela

OCCUPATION: Part-time employee at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, interior decorator

FANDOM: Harry Potter

                            PHYSICAL

        RELATIONSHIPS

FACECLAIM: Anya Taylor-Joy

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 25

BIRTHDATE: September 20

HAIR: blonde

EYES: blue

HEIGHT: 5'6″

ORIENTATION: pansexual

        PERSONALITY

MOTHER: Apolline Delacour

FATHER: Renard Delacour

SISTER: Gabrielle Delacour

HUSBAND: Bill Weasley

CHILDREN: Victoire (daughter), Dominique (daughter), Lous (son)

          OTHER

MBTI: ESFJ-A / “Consul”

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ENNEAGRAM: 3

POSITIVES: loyal, loving, compassionate, driven, blunt, perceptive, brave,

NEGATIVES: arrogant, competitive, elitist, snobbish, blunt, defensive,

            TAGS

LIKES: romance novels, music she can dance to, singing, lush fabrics, hosting dinners

DISLIKES: being underestimated, Celestina Warbeck, hot weather, laziness, open water

            BACKSTORY

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Fleur was quarter-veela, and grew up in France. She grew up with her parents Renard Delacour and her half-veela mother Apolline Delacour. She also had a much younger sister, Gabrielle. Fleur's grandmother was full Veela and at some point contributed a hair, that would later become the core element of Fleur's wand.

Fleur attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, where she worked hard to earn good marks. She excelled at charms, arthimancy, and mathematics.

During her last school year in 1994 she, along with Beauxbatons' Headmistress Madame Olympe Maxime and a dozen other Beauxbatons students travelled to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her school did this to enter in the Triwizard Tournament. They arrived in a huge, powder-blue chariot pulled by roughly a dozen flying horses on 30 October at around 6:00 pm. She laughed derisively during Albus Dumbledore's speech during the Welcoming Feast. Part way through the feast, she walked over to the Gryffindor table to ask Ron Weasley for the bouillabaisse in front of him. On her way back, she caught the eyes of most of the other boys in the hall.

Fleur placed her name in the Goblet of Fire, and during the Hallowe'en Feast, was selected to be Beauxbatons' student representative and Triwizard Champion. While awaiting further instructions in a small room off the Great Hall, she learned that the Goblet of Fire had selected a fourth Champion — Harry Potter. When Ludo Bagman told her what happened, she first thought he was joking, then was surprised and outraged that they were to let a "little boy" compete in the Tournament.

Prior to the First Task, Fleur took part in the Wand weighing ceremony presided over by Garrick Ollivander. After being handed the wand, it produced pink and gold sparks and was confirmed, by Fleur, to contain a Veela hair as a core; a gift from her grandmother. Ollivander described her wand as "inflexible", and in great working condition when it produced a bouquet of flowers without problem. Fleur's entrance into the Tournament was overshadowed in the Daily Prophet due to Harry Potter's participation; she was only mentioned in the last line of Rita Skeeter's article, with her name misspelled.

Forewarned by Madame Maxime that the First Task would involve dragons, Fleur tackled the task on 24 November 1994. To eliminate all advantages, the champions were made to choose a dragon at random. She drew the Common Welsh Green, and faced her dragon second after Cedric Diggory. She managed to lure the dragon into a sleeping trance, but was immobilised when the dragon snored and released a jet of flame that set her skirt on fire. Fleur extinguished the fire with water from her wand, then managed to retrieve the golden egg.

In the run-up to the Yule Ball, Fleur attempted to attract Cedric as a date, but he had already asked Cho Chang. Caught unaware by her Veela heritage, Ron Weasley spontaneously and unwisely asked her to the ball, to which her initial reaction was seeming disdain and shock. Suddenly aware of what he had done he ran away before she could answer him. This left Ron feeling incredibly embarrassed for several days to come and word spread around the Gryffindor common room.

Finally, Fleur selected Ravenclaw Quidditch team captain Roger Davies as her partner. Davis was completely helpless to her charms and to whom she spent some of the night complaining about the flaws of Hogwarts and the British Wizarding education system in general. Fleur and Roger, along with the other Champions and their partners opened the dancing at the Yule Ball. As the night wore on Fleur and Roger left the Great Hall and headed for the gardens, sneaking into the rose bushes for a romantic engagement of some kind.

On 24 February, Fleur participated in the Second Task. Having figured out the clue in the golden egg and understanding the need to breathe underwater for an hour, she chose to use the Bubble-Head Charm. During the Task, she was attacked by Grindylows and was forced to retreat. Unaware that the hostages were not in any real danger, she was quite hysterical and fought so hard to return to the water that even Madame Maxime had difficulty restraining her. She was overjoyed when Harry, determined to rescue all the hostages, not just his own, returned to the surface with both Ron and her sister, Gabrielle. She thanked him and Ron profusely by giving them a kiss on each cheek, and after the incident became friendly toward the two. From then on she came to view Harry as a respected friend. Upon learning that she had been awarded twenty-five points, she remarked that she deserved zero, as she had failed to retrieve her "hostage." After the first two tasks, Fleur was in last place going into the Third Task.

On 27 May 1995, Fleur joined the other Champions in viewing the beginnings of the maze for the Third Task on the site of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.[25] On the morning of the Third Task, Fleur was visited by her mother and Gabrielle who had been invited to watch the final part of the Triwizard Tournament. She also laid eyes on Bill Weasley for the first time, and was immediately attracted to him.

Being in last place, Fleur was to be last to enter the maze behind Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, and Viktor Krum. However, due to the machinations of Barty Crouch Jnr — disguised, via Polyjuice Potion, as Alastor Moody — Fleur did not last long. Crouch wanted Harry to reach the Triwizard Cup so that he could be transported to meet with Lord Voldemort. To get the other champions out of the way, Crouch used Moody's magical eye to locate Fleur in the maze and stun her, though she managed to scream once before it hit her.[27] When Harry returned with Cedric's dead body, who had been murdered by Peter Pettigrew, Fleur and her fellows from Beauxbatons were the first to realise Cedric was dead and were horrified; Fleur herself let out a scream and clapped her hands over her mouth.

After the Triwizard Tournament and the murder of Cedric Diggory, Fleur attended the Leaving Feast at Hogwarts. This feast served as a memorial to Cedric. During the feast she was seen being very upset, as Cedric was a friend of hers. Fleur left Hogwarts the day after with her family, saying goodbye to Harry and Ron. She kissed Harry on the cheek and proceeded to tell him that she hoped they would meet again. She was hoping to return to England to work and improve her patchy English.

During the summer of 1995, Fleur secured a part-time job at Gringotts. It was then that she was reacquainted with Bill Weasley, who had returned from Egypt and taken a desk job to help the Order of the Phoenix, and the two began dating. Fleur and Bill dated for a year, falling in love, until Bill proposed to her. Fleur accepted, and in the summer of 1996, Bill brought Fleur to The Burrow so she could get to know his family. She was delighted to know that Harry was going to stay with the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer.

However, her blunt nature and critical attitude created conflict between her and the female members of the Weasley family, including Hermione Granger. Mrs Weasley did not care for Fleur at all, believing that she was not the right choice for her son. Ginny and Hermione disliked her for her general attitude towards everything; Ginny gave Fleur the nickname "Phlegm," although they never openly used it in front of her. Still, Fleur was tolerated for Bill's sake. She spent Christmas that year at the Burrow as well, further annoying Mrs Weasley by loudly stating her dislike of Celestina Warbeck, Mrs Weasley's favourite singer.

On 30 June 1997, during the Battle of the Astronomy Tower Bill was brutally savaged by the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Because Greyback was not transformed Bill did not become a werewolf, but rather developed some wolf-like qualities (such as a preference for very rare steaks). Fleur rushed to Hogwarts with Bill's parents and was shaken by Bill's scarred face. She fired up at once at Mrs Weasley's assumption that she would not now want to marry Bill, since he was no longer attractive. Taking offence she criticised both the idea that she would not wish to marry him out of vanity, and that his feelings may have changed towards her because of possible werewolf contamination.

Fleur in fact, took pride in his wounds as living proof of his bravery and stated she didn't care about how he looked as she was "good-looking enough for both of them." Mrs Weasley, finally seeing that Fleur and Bill were truly in love, reconciled with her future daughter-in-law over Bill's hospital bed, and offered Fleur the use of her Aunt Muriel's goblin-made tiara for her wedding day.[30] In the days following, Fleur took care of Bill as he recovered from his injuries, and attended the funeral of Albus Dumbledore.

On 27 July 1997, four days before Harry's seventeenth birthday, Fleur was part of the effort to get Harry safely to The Burrow and participated in the battle that ensued. She participated in the battle out of loyalty to Harry, when he previously saved her sister's life in 1995. She took on the role of one of the fake Harrys, using Polyjuice Potion to take on his physical appearance. Paired with Bill, the two were to fly north on a Thestral in an effort to fool any pursuing Death Eaters.

After departing, Fleur and Bill personally witnessed the death of Alastor Moody. This happened after a dozen or more Death Eaters descended on the Order in an effort to capture Harry. Fleur and Bill were chased by half a dozen Death Eaters, but managed to escape and return to the Burrow and relay the news. Fleur was greatly upset over Moody's death and voiced the opinion that someone may have betrayed them, as the Death Eaters seemed to know the plan to escort Harry to safety.

On 1 August, 1997, Fleur and Bill were married at The Burrow. The ceremony and reception took place in a marquee tent which "revealed rows and rows of fragile golden chairs set on either side of a long purple carpet."

White and gold flowers and golden balloons were some of the many unique elements added to the occasion. Ginny and Gabrielle were both bridesmaids. Fleur wore a simple white dress and Muriel's tiara, and looked so beautiful that Bill did not look as though he had ever met Fenrir Greyback. The celebration was overshadowed, though, by the news that the Ministry of Magic had fallen to Lord Voldemort, and the death of Rufus Scrimgeour. Death Eaters, with the full power of the Ministry behind them, broke the protective spells surrounding the Burrow and Apparated into the reception. Fleur was questioned by them, along with the rest of the Weasley family on the whereabouts of Harry Potter, but was later free to go.

Fleur and Bill relocated to Shell Cottage, and spent their first Christmas there together, along with Bill's younger brother Ron, who had secretly come to stay with them after abandoning Harry and Hermione on their Horcrux hunt.

Following Harry, Ron, and Hermione's escape from Malfoy Manor, Fleur helped to look after them and their fellow escapees: Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, and Griphook. She helped Hermione recover from the torture she suffered at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange, and healed Griphook's legs with Skele-Gro.[34] Over the course of the next few weeks, she looked after her unexpected guests, although she disliked Griphook. When Ollivander was well enough to be transferred to Aunt Muriel's, she asked him to take Muriel's tiara back with him as she never had a chance to return it after the wedding. Fleur expressed concern over Harry's plans to leave Shell Cottage on his quest, telling him it was better for him to stay where it was safe.

Alongside her husband and his family, Fleur answered Neville Longbottom's call to arms to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. During the tense reunion between Percy Weasley and his family, she led Harry Potter and Remus Lupin in a side conversation regarding Lupin's son, so they would not intrude.[36] Fleur would have witnessed the final confrontation between Harry and Voldemort, thus ending the Second Wizarding War.

Following the war, Fleur and Bill had three children; Victoire, Dominique, and Louis Weasley. She was granted medals of honour from the French and British Ministries of Magic for her actions in the war.