#fate's favorite seer

[casanovamarauders]

my marauders headcanon’s: a series

pandora rosier the woman you are

love the twin dynamic of her and evan, truly my favorite

as we know i hc her as being obsessed with zodiac and tarot, cause she would be. but i love her idea of her also being a seer cause angst (knows all of her friends fates and has to sit back and watch the journey to get there. has constant nightmares of reg drowning, though she isn’t sure where or when.)

pandora doing reg’s tarot as he gushes about james in his own special way (threatening him for existing) and reg painting her nails as pandora talks about lily in a somewhat obsessive, (but adorable) very pandora way

pandora becoming friends with lily after they talk about their zodiacs (sun moon rising etc) and they both secretly think of how compatible they are based on them. i love their love so much.

she looks up to dorcas a lot, she learns to take care of her friends from dorcas, and it’s how she is able to mother them so well.

she loves receiving gifts, as a lot of them have to do with things she is passionate about, her friends know her VERY well.

she has a bad habit of messing with her hair to fidget with, and also picks at her nails (totally not projecting) and so her friends constantly have to stop her, they truly love looking after her, like a little sister (or not i’m not super sure i don’t have siblings) but they protect her for forever

she loves to do crafts, any kind of crafts she can, making bracelets, and the like

she also is obsessed with her scrapbook she has been making since first year. she takes pictures of all her friends, when they are aware and some purely candid. she writes in little blurbs of that day and the moment she photographed.

additionally, she gives her friends amazing pictures for their birthday or holidays, which surprises them as they aren’t even aware of her taking pictures, it brings them joy, a physical memory of great days with their friends

she values her friends more than life itself, she will truly be loyal to her friends no matter what, always wanting to keep them safe (threatens all her friends bf/gf’s)

loves talking to james as he lets her rant about all her creatures that even her friends don’t fully understand or listen to, james is genuine about wanting to hear all the facts she tells him.

she spends lots of time planning the dates for her and lily, and is obsessed with her gf once they get together, compliments her constantly and overall is a very kind person to lily, i’m obsessed (i’ve said it 10 times ik just deal with it)

this one was so long yall i’m sorry 😭

[coleblackblood]

I am obsessed with the idea of Seer being that one friend that nobody is quite sure if they're secretly dating multiple people or not. (Case in point: My bromance(?) fic involving them and Knight)

Like they openly are dating Beth, frequently talk about being her Mate, but some moments just make newcomers question. (Not anybody in the Pack though, they just think it's normal Seer behavior)

Cuddling up with Knight? They got cold and Knight is unfairly warm.

Spending time with the Claire, being one of the few people to get her to stop working (besides Ranger/Knight)? She's their Mate's best friend, and Claire's unofficial favorite, of course they'll hang out.

Walked in on Evie straddling them while doing their make-up like that one couple meme? Seer wouldn't quit moving, and they *promised* to let Evie practice. (Knight evades this fate via Shifting)

Flirting with Sugar? It's Sugar.

Beth ain't worried. She knows her Mate is loyal to her, and if they ever *did* want something more, she trusts them to bring it up so they can talk about it.

It never stops being funny watching Ranger people bluescreen as they try to figure it out, though.

[gyattoru]

the apparition (prologue) - hogwarts legacy fic (s.s)

title inspired on the apparition, by sleep token

summary: An old family friend arrives on the Villin household with strange but intriguing news, and an undoubtly helpful preposition for the 15 year old set of twins whom hold something ancient and unknown within them.

cw: 1.2K words, hogwarts legacy fanfiction, female MC, sebastian sallow x female!MC, poppy sweeting x male!MC, muggle raised MCs, eventual pining & romance, eventual fluff & angst, minimal lore alterations, dialogue alterations, added events, sebastian sallow x seer!MC, will definitely add more as the chapters go on.

a/n: ahhh I honestly can't believe I'm posting this (after revising it three solid times, having second thoughts and realizing it’s super long), this has been in my drafts since I finished the game, writing the prologue (and half of the first chapter 🤫) has been so fun up until now and I really, REALLY hope you enjoy this, and my silly OCs.

-xxx, lola <3.

A dream, the same one as always.

A roar of an animal, falling, nausea, abandoned ruins, white flashes of light.

A snake, a brunette, a mysterious task, four portraits, a cure for an illness, bright red, pain.

Brown eyes, they feel like home, now they’re melancholic, a sadness which is hidden behind books and wittiness, something dark, corruption.

An owl, a tomb, a green explosion, regret.

An important fight, the fate of the world, death.

Light summer rain tapped on the window as Ellise awoke with a start, she rubbed her temples and gazed over to the bed on the other side of the room. Her brother, Aiden, was still asleep whilst the low light that got through the curtains reflected softly off his freckled features and silvery hair, he snored lightly.

As she pushed her quilt over to the side, muffled conversations could be heard coming from the other side of the door - intriguing - people rarely visited them, a widowed woman with twins to raise alone, townsfolk saw it as bad omen, or just sheer misfortune.

The girl quickly changed her clothes and brushed her disheveled silver hair, pining half of it up in an acceptable updo. She creaked the door open, careful not to disrupt the chattery voices nor wake her brother from his slumber and walked over to the top of the stairs.

“Jasmine tea! One of my favorite blends, thank you for your hospitality, Abigail." An unknown voice echoed through the halls of the Villin home, her mother chuckled softly.

"Don't mention it, Fig. You were Rick’s friend, that makes you a friend of mine." Rick. Richard Villin, this mysterious man was her father’s friend?

Ellise never knew much about her father, he died when she and her brother we’re a really young, her mother refrained from talking about him, it never seemed as if she didn’t want to, it felt like she couldn’t.

“Eavesdropping again, Leesie?” She snapped her head back at her bedroom door, squealing softly “You know mom doesn’t like it when you do that.”

“Bloody hell, Aiden! And you need to stop creeping up on people.” She bit back at him.

“That’s not polite for a lady, Leesie.”

“I’m glad you’re both dressed and awake!” They froze, both their mouths clamping shut “We have a visitor, and he’s here to see you two.”

The tread down the flight of stairs was rather awkward for the twins, their mother right behind their tracks ushering them forward to meet the mysterious man. He was sat on the kitchen table, nestling a tea cup between his hands. His gaze quickly flicked towards the fifteen year olds and he swiftly got up from his chair.

“Ah! I’m glad you’re both here at last, pleasure to meet you.” He gave them a soft smile while shaking both their hands “I’m Eleazar Fig, I was an old friend of your father’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Fig.” Aiden answered on their behalf, his sister nodding in acknowledgement.

“Fig is here to talk to you both about important matters, I’ll be taking care of the chores in the kitchen to give you some privacy.” Their mother walked over to the archway opposite to the table “Make sure to show him hospitality, and tell him about last week’s event.” She reprimanded softly as Aiden gulped, Ellise chuckled.

Both of the twins sat down at the table, Fig sitting opposite to them both, he cleared his throat. “Last week’s event?” He arches an eyebrow, Aiden looked away from him, a rather embarrassed expression plastered on his face.

“Well Aiden was quarreling with the Jones’ boy, they live just down the street from here.” Ellise signaled with her hand “And when me and mom got there he was staring him down while the poor kid floated, we still have no idea how that happened.”

“Well, you’re both wizards! That’s why.” Fig said, baffled at their confusion, to him they took after their father, after all. Did Abigail not tell them anything beforehand? “Although, rather late bloomers if you were to ask me.”

To say Ellise’s eyes were as big as dinner plates was an understatement, Aiden just laughed at the man’s face, much to their mother’s distaste “For God’s sake! Wizards? You can’t be earnest sir.”

“Your mother didn’t tell you anything?” Eleazar asked “After all, I came to deliver your acceptance letters from Hogwarts.”

“I don’t mean to be rude sir.” Ellise stated “But what even is a ‘Hogwarts’?”

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it’s where you’re both supposed to study next term.” Fig said calmly “Usually wizarding children show magic at one and ten, but you’ve only showed signs of witchcraft this year, so you’re both quite late bloomers.”

Is this why both of them didn’t fit in with the other kids in their borough? Ellise could only wonder. She always knew something was different about them, but could never figure out what exactly it was. Sure, an unknown man telling her and Aiden that they possessed “magical abilities” was nothing far from odd.

“You said children show magic at one and ten?” She asked, the man nodded “Wouldn’t that mean we’re rather far behind in- Well this sounds weird, magical studies?”

“Leesie, you’re actually taking this seriously!?” Aiden questioned, rather harshly for her liking.

“Well Aiden, it’s not my fault as if it seemed you made the Jones’ kid float around and about!” She snapped at him.

“Stop arguing!” Abigail’s head popped out of the archway as she reprimanded the both of them.

Aiden frowned and looked away from his sister, Ellise looked at her lap as she fidgeted with her hands. Fig took the opportunity to slide two letters over the table and towards the pair.

“Those are your acceptance letters from Hogwarts, you better skim them over.” He commented “And yes Ellise, you’re quite behind other kids your age, but that’s why I’m here too. Magic outside school is strictly forbidden for underage wizards, but the Ministry asked me to come teach you the basics and escort you both to school for the beginning of term.”

“So we have a month to catch up on what?” Aiden scoffed “Four years worth of knowledge?”

“Precisely.” Fig grinned “Although, you’ll have to use the second hand wands that were lended to me, let’s hope that won’t be an issue.”

“When do we start?” Ellise exclaimed. In other circumstances she would’ve found her impulsive question quite rude, but in this moment she didn’t care to hide her bubbling excitement. Aiden couldn’t help but still look apprehensive as he skimmed over his now opened letter.

“We can start today if you’d like.” Fig couldn’t manage to hide his matching excitement, they could tell he looked forward to teaching “Well, if your mother wouldn’t mind it, that is.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure she wouldn’t mind a day of freedom from our bickering.” Aiden stated, lightly shouldering his sister, whom gave her a soft smile in return.

They surely had a busy summer ahead of them, Ellise couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in her chest, she was looking forward to this new reality.

a/n: ah yes, the famous “post and run”🏃‍♀️

-> chapter one

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[yaeggravate]

hi i'm back with more crack theories about kaeya and everyone's favorite purple crystal 🥰

warning: this is just for fun, something to keep us entertained during another kaeya lore drought

a while back, before we knew who the sinner was, i suggested he was a fallen angel who gave kaeya his vision. kaeya's vision is pointedly missing two wings which may symbolize his clipped wings.

since there are some parallels between vision givers (archons) and vision bearers i assumed that the circumstances around kaeya's vision (fighting his brother after a betrayal) might hint towards the sinner also having gone through a sibling fallout.

fast forward, and while i was off about a few things, vedrfolnir does indeed have a sibling, one he betrayed pretty badly 🤭

Dainsleif: The Sinner you wish to know about... His situation is different. He and his fellow sinners have long betrayed me, and long betrayed their nation. Dainsleif: His name is Vedrfolnir, "The Visionary." Dainsleif: I'm loath to admit it, but... He is also my kin. My older brother.

who knows, maybe vedrfolnir witnessed the fight between the two brothers and saw himself in kaeya. (there's also something deeply funny about vedr losing his little brother dainsleif and replacing him with a cooler younger brother who also wants nothing to do with him).

Since that day, Kaeya and Diluc have gone their separate ways. But he never discusses it, just as he never discusses the origin of his Vision.

alternatively, perhaps vedr had to keep kaeya alive at all costs and hastily gave him a vision. he just so happens to be a Visionary, a powerful prophet who can divine the fate of the world and apparently see through time itself. ...like some kind of all seeing eye.

you know where this is going.

whether kaeya is a seer or not remains unclear. but there are enough oddities to suggest he knows and sees more than is normal. just look at his hangout! i'm not going to list all the instances but bennett even called him an "omniscient big brother" in an old official blog post. turns out, vedrfolnir is quite literally an omniscient big brother lol.

Kaeya: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

Kaeya: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world... Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind.

Kaeya: Perhaps there's an inept god out there deciding everyone's fates... much like the Akademiya student drafting Darbil's scripts.

how does he know this? is someone dropping spoilers in his ear or does he really have the gift of prophecy?

so imagine for a second kaeya's vision is from vedrfolnir. maybe this created a connection between them which allowed kaeya to catch glimpses of vedr's divinations... this might explain why kaeya was there during the caribert quest. kaeya waited every day for the traveler to show up which to me suggests he was desperate to talk to them. maybe he knew what was going to happen and wanted to warn them. (and then vedr's brother showed up which put a dent in those plans.)

another fun coincidence is that vedrfolnir means "storm pale", "wind bleached", or "wind-witherer". kaeya has many references to storms and wind. (frostwind swordsman, glacial whirlwind, he even came to mondstadt during a storm etc etc). no, this does not mean kaeya is vedr, but hey if child can inherit surtalogi's legacy why can't kaeya inherit vedrfolnir's, who has a history of "helping" the alberichs.

foul legacy is "demon king armament (魔王武装)" in CN, and in fischl's cn voiceline about kaeya, she questions if kaeya has the "demon eye (魔眼)". (it's no coincidence childe's foul legacy form looks like a fucked up seelie)

About Kaeya (CN) Fischl: The reality that cannot be seen through, the karma that cannot be discerned, the mad interweavings of reality and illusion... Perhaps that person and I are alike, shouldering the fate of the "demon eye"...

the sinners are using a power they acquired from the abyss. if the power comes from a demon, who are fallen angels, then it does not kill the fallen angel theory. moreover, the traveler specifically compares venti's upside down statue to the sinner. i think the abyss order are trying to create a mechanical angel; because who else can weave and control ley lines if not the descendants of fate itself? the mecha god might even be used to house vedr himself...

this is not without precedent. i recently found out deshret's mechanical triangle boss, abbreviated as ASIMON, is a reference to the aasimon in dnd, who are angels.... these mechas are imbued with jinn fragments, who are the descendants of the seelie. so essentially, deshret used angel juice to power up his machines.

remus also used the golden seelie bees to weave his symphony. ....sensing a worrying trend here.

i won't lie, it's not looking good for kaeya.

but it gets better

"sinners" and "fishers" in french are almost identical: pécheurs and pêcheurs. this is important because kaeya's ancestor anfortas is named after the fisher king from arthurian legends which was originally written in old french. he's the sinner AND fisher king.

Amfortas is a character from the Grail Romances: the Fisher King (le roi pêcheur) and the Sinner King (le roi pecheur).

kaeya's connections to fishers has been foreshadowed from the beginning; his birthday falls on november 30, which is the feast day of st andrew, a fisherman. his eyepatch in official art has a trident, which was used for spearfishing. (there's also fischl's entire existence aka fischer.)

he even has a hangout pic where he catches a fish. in that same route he went by the alias of albert rich, which might also be a reference to the fisher king being a "rich fisher". it's a double pun!

if kaeya is the new "fisher" or "sinner king", what would he be the king of? khaenri'ah seems like the most logical route. yes, khaenri'ah is gone but it's possible the kingdom can "grow back" just like fischl's immernachtreich.

Oz: "Really? So how do we make your homeland grow back again? Oh, pwease tell me, pweeease, pweeeeease!" Fischl: "Since you inquire so earnestly... give unto me a tranquil haven, promise me eternal admiration, lend me both time and wind, and one shall revive one's homeworld."

...or perhaps kaeya's future "kingdom" is simply mondstadt, which may be a pun on monsalvat, the fisher king's realm.

OR, even crazier, sinner king is literal, and the power the sinners are using belongs to a branch of kaeya's mysterious family... (not necessarily the alberichs).

we don't know yet if anfortas was born an alberich; for all we know he might have been adopted or married into the family. if this is the case, anfortas's lineage could be anything... we also can't forget kaeya's mother, who is an even bigger mystery than kaeya's father.

About Fischl (CN) What? You're saying that Fischl hiding one eye is very fitting for her image as "Prinzessin der Verurteilung"? Haha, by this logic, I should be a descendant of a last generation of royals, right?

😒

[theblabarmy]

What (Not) To Do When You're Stuck in a Doomed Timeline After Killing the Love of Your Life: a Guide by Terezi Pyrope

Do not jump to conclusions.

Do not frame the defense. Do not kill the witness. Do not lie to the court.

Do not lead him on. Do not hurt him. You love him, but not like this. You don't need him.

Do not take their deaths lightly. They are your friends. When the game is over, you will end up alone.

Do not jump to conclusions.

Do not scratch the disk, do not doom the timeline, do not believe him.

Do not kill her.

Do not go up to the roof, do not flip the coin, do not let her go away, do not believe him, do not wield your blade, do not stab her in the back.

Do not look away from her body.

Do not hug the Knight. Do not watch as the few survivors gather.

Do not look at the other Knight. Do not think about spending the next 3 years with him.

Do not feel relieved when her body disappears somewhere within the meteor.

Do not grow accustomed. Do not joke around. Do not put your arms around him, and do not reject him later. Do not lead them both on. Do not feel nothing for them. You may as well love when you can. When the game is over, you will end up alone.

Do not drink the bottle, even out of curiosity. Do not finish it. Do not talk to your ancestors. Do not feel inadequate.

Do not shut them out. Do not hide in your block for days at a time. Do not open another bottle.

Do not let the Bard into your room. He is bad omens and sugar highs. Do not share a bottle. Do not scratch across his scars left by the friend he killed. Do not feel guilty since you killed, too.

Do not grab him by the throat. Do not feel something special in the rush of it all, the most you have felt since cerulean blood and murder mysteries.

Do not kiss him. It does not matter that he does so with lips and fingers and you with teeth and fists. The end result is still the same.

Do not reach for another bottle when he leaves. Do not feel accomplished looking at the scratches on your arms.

Do not listen to her advice. She is idealistic stories and uncomfortably wide smiles of razor sharp teeth. Do not think about her similarities to someone you knew.

Do not fall into routine. Do not fade further and further away. Do not break up with him over text. Do not feel a twinge of jealousy when the two of them get along better than they ever did with you.

Do not invite the one who smells like grape soda back into your block. Do not sob when he mocks you. Do not knock his teeth out. When he reaches out, pull away. When he kisses you, do not kiss back.

Do not feel broken. Do not consider something you will regret.

Do not accept her offer. Do not vomit when you wake up. Do not be disgusted when your senses feel wrong. Do not consider gouging your eyes out. Do not cry when you realize you have erased your reminder of her.

Do not feel hungry. Do not crave more: another bottle, another story, another kiss, another way to forget.

Do not forget about the final day. Do not be discovered, half naked, surrounded by bottles, by an old friend when the fateful day comes. Do not tell him everything.

Do not pretend you are prepared for the final battle.

Do not squander your final moments with the fellow Seer, who you never really knew. Do not lament your failures. Tie the scarf around your eyes, but-

-Do not go clown hunting.

Do not cry. Do not keep attacking. Do not forget about your two friends who are still alive. Do not apologize. Do not let him keep hurting you.

Do not let him kill your friends.

Do not watch everyone else die. Do not get deja vu. Do not be angry. You thought this was the alpha timeline. You can’t fix this, but someone can. Stay alive, and-

-Find the heir.

Tell him to fix this.

Do not fuck up. Do not doubt your Seer powers. Do not give up.

Let yourself feel hope.

Do not let him know you are scared. Do not let your hands shake when you write his instructions. Pick his favorite color.

Give him your last encouraging words before dying. Do not worry anymore. You can See it now.

Everything will be okay.

You sink into the dirt, or, your body does. Feel yourself wake up in a dark place. Feel your senses get quieter. Feel relaxed for the first time since a burning forest and a dead dragon and a game you could never win.

Watch the timeline shatter into pieces. Watch the streaks of white light against darkness. Know you don't have much time left. Know you will disappear forever.

Walk along the path. See a familiar face.

Watch recognition in both of your eyes.

Run towards her. Converge.

Cry in relief. Pull her close and never let go. Whisper her name like a prayer. Do not apologize, for she already forgives. Do not confess love, for she already knows. Just hold her. Whisper.

“Vriska.”

Rest.

[nothwell]

What is it about rivals-to-lovers that makes readers ravenous for it? Five indie authors form a roundtable to discuss a favorite trope.

RK Ashwick (she/her) is the author of the cozy fantasy A Rival Most Vial and its sequel A Captured Cauldron, as well as the Lutesong trilogy beginning with The Stray Spirit. You can connect with her at @ashen-crest

S.O. Callahan (she/her) is the author of the Fella Enchanted cozy fantasy duology and co-author of the Fae and Human Relations series beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms. You can connect with her on instagram @ s.o.callahan

Luna Daye (she/her) is the author of the epic fantasy Thoraius Saga beginning with Swords and Seers and the romantasy series Fated Fae beginning with Fae’s Mate. You can connect with her at her website: lunadaye.com

Noah Hawthorne (he/they), also writing as Aelina Isaacs, is the author of the cozy fantasy series Adventures in Levena beginning with Phantom and Rook. You can connect with him at @noahhawthorneauthor

Sarah Wallace (they/them) is the author of the cozy fantasy series Meddle and Mend beginning with Letters to Half Moon Street and co-author of the Fae and Human Relations series beginning with Breeze Spells and Bridegrooms. You can connect with them on instagram @ sarah.wallace.writer

[crazy-ache]

hello!!! for the ask game maybe,

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

🍄 -> share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

I was thinking about weird girl!Elain today and I love the idea of Elain’s seer powers eventually appearing in every day components of her life. She glimpses fate at the bottom of her teacup or in the burning fires. She can catch sight of your future by the way you smudge some ink on a piece of paper. And Lucien is just like…not fazed at all by it.

Elain: This tea is telling me that Nesta is going to be pregnant soon.

Lucien: Hmm, no wonder it tastes so bitter.

📚 -> what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I usually use my notes app to write down bursts of dialogue or plot ideas that hit me while I am out for a walk. The latest one I included just says this:

And then he stabs him in the hand

So do with that what you will.

Writer Truth or Dare Ask Game

[feh-alt-battle]

Request Poll - F!Corrin

Please do not criticize any art you may not like or compare one art to another in terms of quality, it's unkind and downplays the amount of work that the feh artists put into them. Please treat the feh artists how you would as any other artist - with kindness and with love.

Artists in order: bthx, ekao, Sencha, Sencha, Sencha, Sencha, Sencha, Yoshiro Ambe, Essual

Notes: First time there's ever been a 3x3 box of images lol

[crack-art-n-stuff]

New Desires

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”Are you sure you wish to make a contract with me?” The demon’s rose tinted lips turned up in an amused smirk. “You’d be selling your soul to me for eternity. You will never know the Elysian Fields or see their splendor in the afterlife.”

You tilted your head up to make eye contact with the demon above you, his heart tipped tail swaying, in slight amusement. You didn’t plan this for your life. You just wanted to know success. You wanted to grasp and taste that sense of accomplishment with your own hands and lips. You just wanted to show what you were capable of.

But fate was not on your side. Honestly, it felt like she never would be.

Even without words, the incubus could tell your answer. The unwavering determined light in your eye screamed it all. However, it seemed like he simply wanted you to still say it. Making sure the heaven AND you acknowledge YOUR decision.

“Yes, I do.” In your own playful tone of voice, you replied, “Then you just need to become my nirvanah, Emral.”

His entertaining smirk widened into a sinister sharp toothed smile. His lime green eyes seemed to glow, as if burning with renewed flames.

Suddenly, you felt a throbbing pain on your chest. No. It was seering.

You felt as if you could let out a choked out scream. You grasped the area of pain only to instantly withdraw your hands, the pain only increasing when pressed against your cotton t-shirt. You felt your body burn in the area. It felt consuming, almost indescribable. As tears of agony freely fell from your eyes, you could barely recognize Emral in front of you. All you could register were his bright glowing eyes and wide smile.

Finally, the pain gradually lessened, now only a throbbing pain. It felt like the pain beat more than your own heart. Still on your knees, as you had been through the whole ceremony, you let your arms limply fall to your side. You couldn’t find the strength to do anything but sit upward. Even your head hung low. But it didn’t stay that way.

You felt the solid tip of his tail, gently tilt your head up. Once you made eye contact with Emral again, he seemed even more delighted, if it was even possible. You were sure your face looked a mess, wet with tears and such. It must have been quite a sight, to make the demon laugh at you.

However, unknownst to you, his expression didn’t come from mockery. It was actually something more genuine.

It was damn near euphoric.

He quite liked your face like that. Tired, pained, barely conscious.

What a lovely sight.

”I think you are going to be my new favorite, contractor.”

He lowered himself to the ground, pulling his tail back behind him. His hands reached out to you, grasping your shoulders as you started to sway with your diminishing strength. Eventually, you collapsed forward to lean against him, your head dropping on his left shoulder.

“It’s okay to rest, contractor. I can take care of everything.” Feeling a gentle kiss on your ear, you finally closed your eyes.

”Night-night, contractor.~”

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Here, I’m done. I posted it. It hasn’t been proofread or anything, just checked over with Grammarly. Mostly because if I keep staring at it, I’m going to hate it and delete it again, and I don’t have a proofreader. So, it is what it is. Just wanted to clarify that.

That being said, I am open to constructive criticism or something. This isn’t my best work, but I’m my own worst critic.

Anyways, have an awesome day!

[sarnai4]

Fate

Fate is a fascinating concept to me in stories. That said, I'm particular to tales that oppose fate. Here's why: Being told that there's nothing you can do to stop what's going to happen seems so hopeless. Essentially, why do anything if a certain outcome is going to happen no matter what? I've still seen this be interesting, but I like the idea of being able to change your fate. A bit of an internal locus of control. Whether you succeed or fail is up to you. It's not out of your control, so keep your head up and fight for your dreams and a better future. It's very uplifting and encouraging. This ties into something I've noticed with seers.

Sometimes, I wish that their visions would be less certain. My favorite version of the future is one that's constantly changing. Each action you make changes the outcome a little bit more. I have this in a story of mine with seers. They don't have all the answers. In truth, they only show you options. This could happen, and it might not. Sometimes, a vision could be completely wrong. No one's perfect. Now, an issue could be that if it's not guaranteed, there's no point in getting the vision. A waste of time, right? Well, no, not really. It's still useful because the version they see is a very likely version of the future. Despite that, it's not set in stone. Seeing someone die could still lead to it happening or it could lead to you protecting that person, changing their future. It could be the control freak in me, but I want my own actions to decide what happens in my life. As such, I want the same for my characters. If they want something to happen, they have to keep working for it or else, that future they're trying to avoid might really happen. Fate isn't some looming presence; it's a necessary call to action.

[ask-princessandromeda]

The wind, smelling of ocean salt and light, swaying the hems of clothes, hair and the veil on his head. Kore feels uncomfortable. She always feels uncomfortable in the past, especially someone else's, sticking her nose in their business is not very good. And it's not pleasant. She lowers her head and hunches her shoulders, pulling the white veil tighter over her head - a light, slightly transparent silk hugs her shoulders and back as if wet - in visions she always wears Greek clothes. A white chiton, green himatias and a veil to protect her from the heat/hide her from her father's eyes and hide if necessary. Although she does it more for self-satisfaction, no one can see her anyway. She is a ghost, an ephemeral creature from the past or the future. She swallows and stubbornly walks forward, her bare feet are pleasantly caressed by the hot sand and yet, raising her head, she sees a giant ship - a real work of art, as if created by the hands of Hephaestus himself, this is definitely the best ship this century has to offer. But she doesn't care about the ship - Argo, the ship of the hero Jason, the favorite of Hera - she is attracted to the people standing next to him and their loud voices… She notices the bright golden sheen of long hair, the same as hers. She runs, letting go of her veil. She freezes just a few steps away from them, her eyes greedily absorbing the scene in front of her, the major moment of her brother's fate - Idmon Abaseis, the son of their father Apollo and Abas, mortal seer of his brother-king. He looks like her, really looks like her, even more than the other Apollo children. If they were the same age, he could have been her twin - Idmon was tall and slender on the verge of painful thinness, his silky golden hair shining down to his waist, even their clothes were similar. His golden-green eyes shone dimly. There was a slight smile on his lovely face. "Welcome Idmon!" Telamon's voice was booming and strong on the beach along with the wind, he carefully held a veil on his hands, embroidered at the edges with thin gold threads "The new seer of the Argonauts and advisor of Jason!". Idmon looked away from his friend and looked at her, his gaze warm and understanding. He moved slowly towards her, walking gracefully like a swan sacred to their father. He stood directly in front of her and leaned towards her, his kiss on her forehead was soft and pleasant, balm and comfort. The Argonauts looked confused, they'll get used to it. "My radiant sister," his voice sounded soft and affectionate, like basking in the rays of the setting sun, "You have done everything in your power... I'm sorry that you look like me" "It was an honor for me." she bends down and snuggles up to him, he is warm and soft, she absorbs his warmth like a hungry earth absorbs rainwater. They hug until her visions end.

[Kore was sitting on her bed - it was immaculately tucked in and covered with a soft woolen blanket. Kore wore a wide sweater, her long hair was pulled into a careless bun, loose thick strands streamed down her shoulder to her ribs. She was holding a steaming mug of tea in her hands]. Idmon was the Argonauts' seer and Jason's advisor.

[She took a sip of tea and smacked her lips a little, her breath sounded short and jerky]. He knew he was going to die, but he joined them anyway... I repeat his fate. Moirai really loves graceful repetition.

And... [She tapped the mug several times with her short nails, the sound was surprisingly melodious]. They greeted him the same way you greeted me.

Ethan: *his eye widens as he frowns in surprise and disbelief* Your… brother, you say?

Alabaster: *his gaze wonders somewhere above, as if he’s struggling to remember something* Idmon…argonaut, the knowing one, son of Abas… Oh, fuck.

Alabaster: I… I never made the connection! I’m so stupid, stupid, stupid, I should have. I know the story of the Argo by heart. I…

Alabaster: *pauses* Idmon died killed by a boar, didn’t he? He died knowing that he will, it was his fate, but… it wasn’t right. Although he’s your brother, your mirror, yeah, I know; even though you two should be the definition of “history repeats itself”… I still think that there’s a difference between you and your brother.

Alabaster: Jason never tried to help his Argonauts. Didn’t he leave Hilas to die on that island, abducted by nymphs? Didn’t he leave Heracles, his most valuable mate, behind? I’m nothing like Jason. I can still help you.

Ethan: *his empty gaze falls on Alabaster* You only say that to appease yourself, Al.

Alabaster: At least I’m trying to…

Ethan: *gestures to him to stop* *kneels down next to Kore* This is exactly like…

Ethan: *closes his eye, recalling the day Kore was welcomed on Princess Andromeda* You told me about what will happen after my death, about the Nemesis cabin, about Damien. I was too cowardly to think too much about it at the time. And I held your hand and raised it in the air: “Welcome Kore Pythia Hayashi to our ship! The new advisor of Kronos!”. I felt prideful, and for what? For guiding you to your own death?

Ethan: This damned ship is a grave in development. I have no clue how you could step in it so bravely, like a pig into the slaughter house. You might have lived longer if you weren’t so keen on helping us. And how this Idmon guy did the same entering the Argo. *a ghost of a smile crosses his face* I’ll need to have a little talk with him once I reach the afterlife, won’t I?

Alabaster: *wiping his eyes, now wet* If you do, tell him that I was stupid and couldn’t save you.

Ethan: For fuck’s sake, Al! Nobody asked you to be our savior! Stop beating yourself up and understand already; you’re not stronger than fucking fate!

*Al opens his mouth, but is soon stopped by the sound of a door. All three startle as Luke enters the room.*

Luke: Idmon, right?

Ethan: You’ve been listening to us?

Luke: *ignores him* It’s funny and cruel when fate does this. It repeats and repeats and repeats, like some sort of fucked up game that we have to take part in. This is all that the gods can do, repeat history over and over again. This is all we deserve, apparently… doesn’t this make you angry, Kore? Doesn’t this continuous tread of mindless fuckery that runs again and again like a river over the bloody millennias, doesn’t it make you want to…

Luke: *growls and stops himself from talking before he starts to shout* I pity you, Kore. I pity Idmon. And I pity myself, too.

Luke: *exits the room, leaving silence behind*

[lustrous-dawn]

“You come to me. Bearing your young.” Susano shook their head at the foolishness of this bold move. “Did you believe I would not harm it?” 

“She can handle you just as I have,” said the human postulating. Not a single thought of fear was in his features. He carried himself with the utmost confidence, wrapped in the pelt of the Arcanine, fierce and strong. On his back, his precious cargo, a small mittened hand reaching forth. 

It was the confidence that drew the Leviathan to this human. His personality was… likable. Yet no one earned a fang from the great Susano for simply being likable, however. As a bitter chill rolled over, the Leviathan extended a wing, shielding the human and his young. 

“Then why have you come here?” It must be dire for the human to leave his nest, to come with his young when winter’s chill crept around the corner. A snort from the Lugia as a snowflake landed on their snout. Their discomfort excited a squeal from the infant snuggled in bundles of fur and wool. 

“I come to you as a friend. This winter has not been kind to us.” The first hint of melancholy in his tone. “We lose more by the day from the blizzards.”

“You know I cannot be seen showing favoritism.” It was the reality they both lived in. The Lugia firmly believed if the humans would prevail, it must come from their own strength and not the great Legendary. 

“That I know. But there's nothing in the rules that the Great Susano could show us a shelter. By saying… a prophecy perhaps?” 

A look from the Lugia, a baring of teeth. The human didn't back down, his eyes never straying. “This is dangerous.”

“You know Reiko and her people are quite the proficient seers. Just say it came from one of them.” 

A scowl. “I do not mingle with them.” Susano did not believe in complete Clairvoyance. It was impossible. Fate always changes through one's actions.

“Just a sign, Susano. That is all I ask. I want to keep this one alive. Just this once.” 

Susano felt the knife plunge at his words. This was not their first. “I never knew.”

“I never told you. Please.” 

A small sigh. “Go west. You must prove yourself to the dragons in the region if your clan wishes to survive.” 

[binary-bird]

😊💜🍸 for the OC asks?

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc’s career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

David hopes to work at a local theater after he graduates, or teach drama/literature to high schoolers. He's not particularly ambitious, and only wants a future where he feels fulfilled and secure. He'd also want to study his inherited powers more thoroughly and explore their potential, but that's a goal he has to tread carefully toward. Because of his fourth wall seer status, he has front row seats to watch the many, many ways his story could take a turn for the worst. He's aware of how often his alternate universe selves fall into corruption arcs and become nihilistic, power-hungry monsters, so now he assumes he's doomed to follow suit. His fate terrifies him, but he'll still fight tooth and nail to change it once it rears its head.

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc’s ancestry/genetic background?

His father is English and his mother is Egyptian. The distance he feels from his mom's culture bothers him (he spent most of his teen years away from her), but he's always trying to learn more about it as a way to reconnect to his roots. He's even making an effort to start learning Arabic, aiming to familiarize himself with the Masri dialect first before moving on to MSA. I also have half a mind to throw Filipino into the mix just because I can, and because one of his relatives is already pinoy. :P Fun fact: he picked up his dad's Mancunian accent, but it only really comes out when he's stressed, angry, or drunk. Speaking of which...

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc’s favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

He's averse to drinking because he's something of a lightweight and he wants to stay alert to avoid incidents, especially around his friends who have no qualms about getting sloshed. Though if he has to pick, he'd go for an Irish coffee.

[prompt list]

[broomsticks]

fic rec list: 15 het Remus rare ships

aka not remadora, not gay remus, but a secret third (fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh) option

okay so i totally played myself here: this started out as a cracky spite reclist, but i should have known better… i may now have fifteen new ships.

seriously, they’re legitimately good. SO many good reads.

the list: remus/hermione, remus/lily, remus/minerva, remus/trelawney, remus/poppy, remus/petunia, remus/narcissa, remus/bellatrix, remus/fleur, remus/pansy, remus/cho, remus/luna, remus/ginny, remus/lavender, remus/andromeda.

bonus: several remus HP poly ships, and several excellent buffy the vampire slayer crossovers: remus/jenny calendar and remus/faith lehane.

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1. remus/hermione

look. i don’t just have a fic rec for this. i have a rec for a ship manifesto (original link | wayback machine) and rec list (LJ comm het-reccers | wayback machine)

Because of the slim canon interaction and the many obstacles to writing the pairing, it’s often done badly. But I think when it’s done well, it’s done very well; a writer who can keep the two characters true to the Remus and Hermione that we know and still write a convincing relationship between them tends to be a good writer. Consequently, there are some real gems among the fandom. In conclusion, yes, this is difficult to write and indeed to get your head around. But done well, it can be challenging, thought-provoking, fluffy, angsty, dark and hot. Often all at the same time. And in a fandom that ships cephalopods, this can only be a good thing.

first entry on that reclist is a ~10k E-rated fic titled after a shakespeare sonnet, and the rec begins:

This is by far my favorite fic in any fandom or ship. It's a beautiful story that depicts how these two characters slowly weave into each other.

the second entry has implied past wolfstar, and there’s fic by both setissma and musesfool on the list.

2. remus/lily

holy fuck this ship blindsided me with the angst and tragedy!! mwpp era writers, why are you Like This.

The Day After by violet_quill (1k, E). canon compliant, november the first, 1981, adultery. the repeating motif of street trash hurts me.

He doesn't think about how he doesn't like coffins anymore than he likes bars; he doesn't wonder who has the worse fate. He tries not to remember that he will be the only one left to put flowers on the graves. He doesn't think about James either.

bonus shoutouts to:

No Harm, But No Certain Good by victoria_p (musesfool) (1k, M), hogwarts era secret relationship, uhea as fuck

The Bowl Of Lilacs by copperbadge (12k, M), first war to eventual remus raises harry au, more plotty/remus-centric than shippy, but the remus/lily is both on page and significant

3. remus/minerva mcgonagall

two excellent poa fics:

The Ten Month Career of Professor R. J. Lupin by pauraque (3k, T):

He raised his hand to knock, but stopped halfway, caught in the shadow of decision. All during the long, hazy summer he'd thought of this, of what he should say, of how he should act.

god, i love this remus. the reminerva and sevinerva (yes, i did just invent these) love triangle is so beautifully woven!

A Year In The Life by copperbadge (41k, T): what a love affair! loved exploring a faculty romance through the eyes of these two, and the ending was so painfully drawn out! the Rent lyrics!!!

4. remus/sybil trelawney

two more POA with perfectly characterized dramatic trelawney, who Sees and is completely, hilariously wrong with her interpretation -- i adore this trope sm.

The Baby in the Pumpkin Patch & Other Stories by @evesaintyves: Chapter 3: The Seer, the Bell Jar, and the Packet of Crisps (~2k, G)

Black With a Tail by @paulamcg (500, G)

5. remus/poppy pomfrey

Take Care of Yourself by @patriceavril (8k, M), a lost years/pre-POA remus/poppy. so soft and tender, the little peter HC and the briefcase HC :') never gets old!

6. remus/petunia

A Different Fate by lordhellebore (6.5k, T): remus and petunia raise dudley and a disabled harry au, in 65 x 100-word drabbles. fluffy, angsty, a surprisingly wholesome take on this pairing!

7. remus/narcissa

Disparities by @puuvillaa (2.5k, M). first war fic, yummy hatesex, who is using who?

Fallen Stars by @siriusly-sapphic (4k, T): hogwarts-era alternative sorting slytherin remus au is such a good setup for this pairing!

8. remus/bellatrix

lots of intriguing takes on this pairing!

Bellatricked by Ellen Smithee (ellensmithee) (800, E): dark remus lupin, er, snuff.

What the Moon Revealed by Maria_de_Salinas (2k, E): can’t go wrong with a good first war hatesex!

Before the Veil by Donna_Immaculata (4k, E): more snuff fic hahaha. implied wolfstar, established snupin

worth mentioning that this pairing is not ALL snuff fic -- there’s a surprising amount of soft!bellatrix -- but tbh i liked these better.

9. remus/fleur

before marrying bill, fleur wants to make sure she is… Riding The Real Thing by snapealina (2k, E).

there’s also an interesting muggle art camp counselor/camper au (5k, M)!

10. remus/pansy

Pruddy's Inn by littlealex (2k, E): post-canon au, ahhh gorgeous '00s era fic.

Pansy's legs disentangle themselves from around Remus' shoulder and arm, and Remus collapses on top of her, unable to support his own weight. She sighs contentedly and threads her fingers through his hair, her eyes still shut firmly against reality. What good is reality, she muses, if I can just pretend to get what I want?

11. remus/cho

The Heart by bloodsugarlove (7k, T). teacher/student told from teacher pov is always fascinating and the prose in this one is unique and lovely! note: doesn’t warrant the underage warning, no whiff of underage sex anywhere.

It's something of a scandal that Cho is seeker for Ravenclaw; many girls appear threatened by this, though they can't deny that is is rather decent at the position. Boys think it is fascinating, and Chang herself is arrogant in the most charming way. Not that Mr. Lupin really thinks so, mind you; it's a collective opinion, and anyway he has had quite his fill of arrogance. He has had quite his fill of a lot of things. He would really rather think of something else.

12. remus/luna

Stubby Boardman and the Cacao Bean by kestrelsan (2k, G), a remix fic!!! loved the original drabble and it was so cool to see it expanded into this oneshot.

honestly this is a real quality ship! in addition to all the delicious smutty kink fic that’s all over the ship tag, there’s also:

this postwar perfection -- he was learning what was real: like Heliopaths and Snorcacks and love! -- Bearing Fruit by @paulamcg (2k, M),

this creaturehunting mission fic, with multiple pieces of fanart, created for @hpdrizzle fest 2017: The Naturists by hikorichan (9k, T)

and this lovely post-canon get-together -- Anytime by @nanneramma (1k, T) -- the seasonal pacing works so well for this nature-connected pairing!

13. remus/ginny

The Meaning of Restraint by Darsynia (4k, M): caught in a club and i’m not even underage! stellar vibes and dynamic here.

open my heart (let it bleed onto yours) by @lunapwrites (~20k (wip), E) -- a fascinatingly, wonderfully explored postwar marriage law au!

14. remus/lavender

Big Teeth/Little Red by PacificRimbaud (5k, M): oh my god this was utterly delightful. it’s a library meet-cute and a halloween party and the age differences, hahaha. a ton of age gap pairings here -- harry/pansy is the only one that is not, iirc.

While he tugs at the cap, he wonders at the audacity of living one’s life as Sirius Black. What must it be like: to understand the line between being a man who has bad ideas, and being a bad man? To gleefully ride along the edge of it, to toss away all but your own discernment, to simply do what you would like to do so long as no one’s being harmed, to not worry about what your desires say about you, to call your godson’s half-dressed former girlfriend a bad idea to her waggishly smiling face at your kitchen table and to let yourself bask in the fallout, sated like a wolf that's helped itself to a lamb. A— …big bad wolf…

15. remus/andromeda

Shelter at Your Door by starfishstar (13k, T): an andromeda doesn’t elope, marries and later leaves lucius au. the r/a relationship in this au is so well-written, their compatibility is so lovely, and although tonks is never born in this au, the r/t echoes are deliciously haunting!

"So," she said softly, pressing down against him, and Remus, following instinct at last, arched to meet her. "Are we doing this?" "Yes," Remus agreed, a whisper in her ear. "We're doing this." Careful not to sound judgemental about it, Andromeda asked, "Have you done this before?" With Remus and his insistence that everything about himself was dangerous and not to be allowed, it was difficult to know. He gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. Couple of times." "Oh?" she teased, still gentle. "What happened to being too dangerous for anything beyond friendship?" Remus' mouth made a wry twist. "It found itself on a collision course with being nineteen years old and horny, that's what happened to it."

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a bonus: if anyone's taking notes, i couldn’t find fic for:

remus/olympe maxime,

remus/myrtle warren,

remus/the grey lady

remus/parvati or remus/padma patil,

remus/rita skeeter in english,

remus/angelina aside from the remus x gryffindor chaser sandwich,

remus/millicent bulstrode that was not a crossover,

remus/rose weasley or remus/victoire (there's a bunch of remus/lily luna all written by one author)

not to mention literally any creaturefic at all -- remus/basilisk? remus/nagini? remus/mrs norris? remus/hedwig? y’all, i’m disappointed. there was one remus/crookshanks [chapter 21].

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bonus recs:

remus/hermione/ginny/luna, a nice lovely fluffy fun (E-rated) romp

remus/pomona/hagrid: "You see, I was thinking if you fucked this plant in werewolf form, we could get a beautiful crossbreed for dear Ru's birthday next month."

bonus bonus recs:

+1. remus/jenny calendar from buffy the vampire slayer

Weighed Down With Good Intentions by Thistlerose (8k, M):

"And your friends? Come on, Remus. You had to have had some. Outgoing, personable guy like you." Her tone was light, the kiss she pressed against the corner of his mouth playful. "They're dead too," he said, his smile fading. "All of them. There were never many," he added when she looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Three. Four. One turned out not to be a friend after all." "And he – or she – " "He." "Is he dead too?" "Prison," Remus said. He closed his eyes and saw Sirius's face instead of Jenny's. Rough black hair, storm-colored eyes, lightning smile. Grease under fingernails. How many different kinds of lightning had he discovered that summer?

jfc this is GENIUS. the references to both BTVS and HP, the intertwining of both stories — it’s canon compliant to both, afaik, except for the bit where remus survives the second war to have that very last conversation — and holy shit that very last cameo!!!

+2. remus/faith lehane from btvs/ats

The Intent To Be Lost by voleuse (1.5k, T), post-Chosen, an encounter with a stranger.

"You could meet me again." She raises her eyebrows, leers a little. He rises from the floor, his body casting a lean shadow on the carpet. "Perhaps," he murmurs, idly running his fingers around his wrist. Faith shrugs again, but pauses before she exits. "You should," she hesitates. "You should be careful out there. At night." He's strong, but she's not sure if he's that strong, and he's starting to look a little pale. "It can get rough after dark." "Indeed," Remus says, but he smiles almost politely. "See you," Faith replies, and she tries to shut the door quietly behind her.

impeccable characterization sells a good crossover every damn time.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Witch Ask Game

General Witchy Questions:

If you could brew a potion, what would it be for, and what ingredients would you use?

Which element do you feel most connected to: earth, air, fire, or water?

What would your witch’s familiar be, and why?

If you could cast one spell to change something in the world, what would it be?

What color would your magical aura be?

Which ancient magical artifact would you want to possess, and what power would it give you?

What type of witch are you: green witch, hedge witch, sea witch, or cosmic witch?

If you could visit any mystical location, where would you go (Stonehenge, a hidden forest, the pyramids)?

If you had the power to control time, would you go back to the past or leap into the future?

Do you believe in past lives, and if so, what do you think you were in a past life?

Spell and Magic Crafting:

What would be your go-to spell for a daily ritual?

If you could create a protection spell, what would it guard you against?

Would you rather have the power to heal others or summon storms?

What kind of enchantment would you put on your home for peace and protection?

Which phase of the moon do you feel most powerful during?

If you could only use one type of magic (elemental, runic, herbal), which would you choose?

Dark and Mysterious:

Would you ever make a pact with a spirit, and if so, what would it be for?

If you were given a cursed object, would you try to break the curse or embrace its power?

Do you believe in witches from history, and which historical witch do you find most fascinating?

What would you do if you found a mysterious grimoire with unknown spells?

What’s the most powerful or dangerous magical creature, in your opinion?

Would you ever perform a spell that could change someone else’s fate?

Do you think witches should always follow a moral code, or is magic beyond good and evil?

Nature and the Universe:

Which plant or herb do you think holds the most magical energy?

Do you think you could connect with forest spirits, ocean spirits, or celestial beings?

If you could grow your own magical garden, what would you plant in it?

How do you think the stars influence your magical abilities?

Would you rather explore the depths of the ocean for magic or venture into the stars?

Fun and Lighthearted:

What’s your favorite witchy movie or TV show, and why?

If you were a character in a magical fantasy world, what role would you play (the witch, the healer, the seer)?

What kind of magical creature would you want as a pet: a dragon, a phoenix, or a unicorn?

If you could attend a magical school, which subject would be your favorite?

If you could fly on any object (besides a broomstick), what would it be?

What magical holiday or festival would you love to celebrate year-round?

If you had a magical cookbook, what would your signature dish be?

[wyked-ao3]

who's your favourite character to write in tpkodr? what makes them your fav?

@the-letterbox-archives thank you for the ask

On the grounds my favorite character only will have maybe two or three scenes in the first book I will not answer jade lol...

So for the first book it would have to be Oisìn or Amon

Oisìn is a complex character who has really shity luck, he is a firecracker and shorter in stature who is extremely loyal once you have earned that loyalty...even if it is not returned. All-around as a mc he is fun to write

Snippet

Oisìn raised an eyebrow and said, “pirates choice.” He was not going to state his preference in a fight, so that information could be used against him later.

Amon. He is a seer and a little shit, he has a sad past and is a royal spirit fae who was left for dead by his family....seriously he needs to stop trying to guide the hands of fate to the outcome he desires...does it usually work. Yes but when it doesn't well let's just say it's a shity day for everyone involved (I spent a majority of the time side eyeing him lol) all around as a side character he gives me a headache but he is a favorite regardless

Snippet

Amon wearily said, “that is for you to find out …there are many paths this could take.”