#i hope my friends know how wholey i love them. i hope that i can make them feel valued

[arsenicflame]

"love is love" but its the fact that the love i feel for my friends is not inferior to other peoples romantic love

[triforceangel13]

A Service to the King Ch. 17 (A SidLink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 17: Consequences of Actions?

“I have to say I'm happy yet mad about this,” Zelda said as she and Sidon sat across from one another at Purah's dinner table. Link was nearby helping the scientist cook and showing her how to make it taste good...as well as not poison them.

Link was back to his old self with a smile on his face as he did something he loved and was near those he cared for the most.

And of course his new alpha.

“That was to be expected,” Sidon said carefully. “I'd rather have this anger than what is awaiting me at home...” Sidon rubbed his own neck where Link had bitten him with his small omega fangs. The bond was complete. He was truly and wholey Link's now. He no longer had a bond to the Zora queen who awaited them at home....with their unborn child.

Zelda pat his large hand with her own and nudged the tea pot in front of him.

“Drink up,” she urged. “You need all the relaxation you can get right now.”

They weren't sure what was to come back at the domain but it was time that they had to leave this little spot. Sidon had to return home and of course, Link with him.

Arrangements had to be made. Link had to move into the Domain but that also meant exposing what had been done.

Sidon took a sip of the tea and closed his eyes, pouring himself another cup from the pot. He did need it and he did need his fluids for the journey.

Thankfully Zelda would be accompanying Link on this trip to offer her services to help. She didn't approve of their relationship at all but she knew now what was best for her friend.

Maybe one day Sidon and her could become friends once this whole thing settled down. For now he knew she was only looking out for the best interest of the champion.

“My father is going to be furious,” Sidon said. His father was always so nice to him, always so open for wanting Sidon to be happy, but he also pushed that he had to be a good king to his domain now that he had taken over.

With what was mentally beaten into him by Muzu, he had to take a queen, produce and heir, protect and lead his people. He wasn't allowed to be selfish.

And yet now he was being the most selfish any king could be. He had mated an omega that was not zora, not royality, though he was sure his champion status held quite a bit, but had left his queen and child.

He would still care for them. Just Link was now part of this fmaily and he just hoped they would understand his need for happiness.

The kingdom still had their heir, still had their queen. Why couldn't Sidon be selfish now?

“Even if he is you need to choose what is best for the both of you right now,” she said. “You could even keep it a secret from the others for a while but it would be really hard with Yona now knowing what is going on...to a point.”

She knew she was no longer mated to the king but Zelda wasn't sure that she knew that he had been with Link this whole time.

Thinking back on everything the two men were not very good at hiding their feeilngs for one another or what they were doing behind closed doors.

No one was that ignorant.

“No more secrets,” Link said as he stepped closer with some bowls of food for everyone, his blue eyes shining sadness and a little bit of anger. “I'm so tired of all these secrets.”

Sidon rest his hand on Link's shoulder a bit, being careful not to put too much pressure on the still healing bite.

“No more secrets. I promise,” he said. “But we must come up with something.”

Link took his hand from his shoulder and kissed the king's knuckles slowly. Sidon was a little flustered by the action but smiled nontheless.

“Out in the open. That's where I want to be,” Link said. Sidon gave a nod of agreement.

“Out in the open. No more hiding.”

*

Link climbed on the back of Epona, making sure Zelda climbed on behind him and looked at his mate. He couldn't believe it. He was officially Sidon's mate.

But what did scare him was that he was going to be seperated from him. Again. It was only a short while. He was to go grab his things while Sidon settled things at the Domain until he had arrived. Link wanted him to come with him. He didn't want to get ill again.

Purah had made sure of that of course, giving Link a necklace with a small bottle on the end of it. Inside was some of the oils from Sidon's scent gland to help keep him from being sick while he was gone. It was a temporary solution but it would work for the time being.

The small town was surprised to see the princess of hyrule, champion of hyrule, as well as the king of the zoras in one place.

“Are you sure I can't come with you Sidon?” Link asked quietly so no one would overhear that wasn't their immedaite group. Despite wanting to be in the open, there was a line in which he would let people know of his own personal business. “I want to be there when you deliver the news.”

“I know my pearl, but you need to gather your things so that you may move in with me,” Sidon offered. Link smiled softly at that, feeling Sidon's hand take his own, covering his much smaller hand with the mass size of Sidon's. “Don't you wish to move in with me?”

“Of course I do,” Link said. He'd keep his home. Keep it as a vacation spot of course and if Zelda wanted to use that one as well.

“Then I suggest you use that pad of yours and get moving. You know where to find me. It will be what, all but a day? Depends on how long it takes to pack.”

Link smiled a bit as his alpha tucked some blonde hair away from his face and then leaned down. Link leaned in, kissing him slowly and let out a breath as their lips connected again.

The murmus in the crowd grew astonished and started speaking about things. Link pulled away with a flush, looking at them as Zelda all but shooed them away from the couple from her seat.

“Very much want to get a move on. I do need to get to the Domain as quickly as possible before this news spreads there before I do,” Sidon sighed heavily.

It would be known across the kingdom. At least Link was very well known. They'd want to spead that gossip faster than any illness.

And they had just fueled the fire.

“Good luck,” Link said to him, squeezing his hands and then looked to Zelda as she huffed.

“Honestly, I can't wait till this all dies down. So many questions of what is going on from why are you kissing the king, to what happened to thezora queen, on and on....” Zelda sighed and looked to her friend. “Let us get out of public for now so that I may rest my head. Somtimes I think being a dragon was much easier for me.”

She rubbed her temples a little bit in annoyance. Sidon offered a little water from his palm he was able to conjure up.

“No thank you,” she said with a soft smile. “But one day I would love to see you work your sage powers for me.”

“Certainly. After I have Link settled I shall do that for you,” Sidon said. He turned to Link again and gave him another quick peck on the head. “I'll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” Link said fondly up at him.

Taking Zelda's hand he pressed on the purah pad and soon the two with the horse disappeared in a shimmering light back to Link's home.

*

Sidon arrived back at the Domain by night fall. Some of the waterways were blocked with some passing animals or lingering monsters. He finally made it home however and was greeted with the familiar smiles from his guards.

“Welcome back your majesty,” one said. “We are happy to see you have had a safe return but next time please do let us know when you travel.”

“Your father nearly had our heads when he found out that you went alone,” the other said. Sidon approached them and pat their soulders.

“Forgive me. It was something that I had to leave immediately for. However I will seek to do better in the future,” he said. That seemed to please them as Sidon walked away.

That was a little strange. Not the leaving on his own but not mentioning anything about what had happened. He had been certain that news would have traveled by now.

He made his way towards the throne room, adjusting his sash and collar so that it would hide the bite mark on his neck.

Perhaps not everyone knew yet. This was certainly not the way he wanted to do it either. He would wait for Link to return and then they would do it together when the time was right.

For now he needed to find his father and his...ex mate.

A sinking feeling fell into his stomach. She had her egg. This just made things all the messier...

With a sigh he head up the stairs to the throne. There was his father was talking with Yona and Bazz, not looking too happy.

And in Yona's arms in a sling straped to her body, was the egg.

“Evening,” Sidon said as he stepped into the room. Bazz knelt down next to Yona, his head bowed which Sidon waved him to stand back up.

“Evening Sidon,” Yona said. Dorephan smiled down at him. A knowing smile....

Father knew and obviously Yona knew as well.

“So um...” he started unsure how to find the words.

“When is he coming?” Yona asked softly, a gentle smile on her face. Sidon's eyes widened.

“You knew?” he asked softly.

“I had my hunches,” she said, reaching and lightly taking Sidon's large hand in her own. “I'm just very glad that you're finally happy.”

“You are happy, are you not?” Dorephan asked.

“Very much...I..I am sorry Yona. He just makes me so happy. I'm not sure how any of this is going to work out. You are queen and you have our egg but Link is my mate and...” he rambled on out of worry of what could happen. “How do we tell our people this?”

“We don't tell our people anything yet. Not till Link gets here,” Dorephan stated. “As for your other worries...well we need to figure out the whole thing. You still need an heir.”

Sidon furrowed his brow in confuson. His hand resting on the egg. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bazz bristle.

“What are you talking about? We managed to conceive. Yona had used my....we...” he said flushing. He hadn't told his father about the arrangement. Yona however patted his hand and slowly removed it from the egg.

“I never actually used it,” she said softly. “And I hadn't gotten pregnant the few times that we had been together.”

Sidon slowly let his hand drop and looked down at his former mate.

“You had me believing this was my own child?” Sidon asked, anger lacing his voice. “Whose is it? Why did you lie to me?”

“It was the safest option,” Yona responded with a frown. “Bazz and I were only looking out for the well being in our situation before you went and marked a new mate.”

Sidon's eyes flashed gold and he stormed towards Bazz, a growl emitting from his throat. “You've been sleeping with my wife?” “Hey, whoa slow down,” Bazz said. “You've been sleeping with Link for months.”

“Sidon...?” came Link's voice from the stairs, bags at his feet. “Is..is this a bad time?”

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[popeofmars]

This is for a dnd character/book character I've made, a barbarian with an eyepatch but no other scars people can see, hope yall enjoy!

Long have I seen your sideways stares and whispered inquiries at my injury my comrades, also have I heard whispers of the bets in place over how I lost my eye so long ago, so gather around if you wish to hear once and for all the truth of the matter, for I dare say none of you may have guessed the truth of this mystery.

You see it is a simple and yet shocking thing that lead to my partial Blindness, a wonderful act of love and sacrifice did gift me this scar if it can be called that, and because of this I brandish it proudly.

Years ago I cared for nothing but adventure and glory, seeking unwinnable battles to claim victory over and sights unseen and yet unsung by any. Ever has my heart yearned for what lies beyond the next bend of the ground before me. Then, thoughts of my adventures and the wonders I'd found were washed away by the a glimpse of the one to whom I cannot begin to describe in full and can only call cosmicly divine.

From the moment I laid my unworthy eyes upon them with that hair of flowing midnight and eyes the silvery blue of only shared with that of comets I found myself wholey starstruck and enchanted by the infinite expanse of their beauty.

In that splitsecond that to my mind blissfully stretched on and on, I knew no matter what ever else I may find in life my sight could ever dream of comparing too my newfound deity of incandescence before me, and vowed that they would be the last thing I would see. For what better sight could one hope for when shedding this mortal coil of life than heaven incarnate beckoning you into its arms.

I knew I could not fulfill that oath by daring to never leave my loves side, for even the flames of the sun that envies them would soon be snuffed for lack of oxygen if it was smothered so. Naturally this would not do.

Nor would I be able too carry on my person a relief of that blessed countenance for two reasons. First of those being that no painting, drawing, or carving could capture the entirety of their unending beauty for I know of no artist so skilled as to capture infinity in a still image. Second being that I know I have not the strength in my heart to carry on my person such a sliver of Divinity lest it be tarnished by my bloody and mud covered work. While it is true it would for ever fall short I have not the heart to stain any retelling of your visage.

Lost in that turmoil I found my answer in a place far too often overlooked by many, the words of mine own mother. With her voice echoing wisdom in my ears battling my paramores image at the forefront of my mind I took their hand in mine And spilling all these feelings I hold now out to her and my purpose in doing so asked for my dearests permission to take the appropriate action.

Thinking my proclamation a jest they gleefully signaled me to continue and always being a man of extremes I took the knife from my belt and put razors edge to curved socket, insuring that at least in part my eternal Deity of light and beauty would be the last thing I would witness and all I had to give for such a holy privilege was one measly eye.

Only did I regret that my action brought tears to those glistening orbs of theirs out of empathy for my pain as their hands as soft as snow dabbed at my wound with a cloth all the while proclaiming me a wonder but idiotic fool. To help console them I had only to draw their cerulean gaze to my checks where no tears did flow, for pain is a fleeting thing I am old friends with in the face of a love so true I swore to give to them.

After all what tears need be shed for the loss of a single eye, for my mother did say love is a blind thing and so blind I shall be for who am I to deny such a law of nature.

Now even to this day my darling dearest does often scold me light heartedly for my actions, a scolding I take with a wink and a smile for if I am a fool then I declare myself the happiest fool to walk the land. No matter where this life takes me or where my road may end I rest easy each night with the certainty that when the light of my life is smothered by shade, and I spend my last breath thanking my beloved for allowing me to spend my life with them it will be their Holy and Celestial visage that takes my hand and walks me into the next life, a life I plan to use chasing them down once more.

[daimonclub]

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[afeb]

John Shelby - We’re Going To Fight Tonight

He was rough around the edges. He had a terrible temper, he stayed out late and business always came first. But he was loving, caring and gentle.

That was until I found out what he’d done. Lizzie told me, she still had a few friends who worked in her old business. She’d heard that John was down there with a women all night. He’d lied and told me Tommy wanted him to do a job in London.

I was in our house, at the large dinner table, waiting for him to come home. I’d sent the maids home, I knew they all had prying ears and would adore a juicy fight between John and I. This was my life, not some drama.

It was nearing midnight when I heard his car pull up, the fire brightly burning and filling the room with a soft orange glow. A bottle of wine down, I felt brave.

“My girl,” he waltzed in, coat and cap in hand. “Where’s the help?”

I rolled my eyes. “I sent them home.” I shortly said.

“Why? Did they do something?” He pulled out the chair next to me.

“No,” I sipped my wine. “We’re going to fight tonight.”

“What?”

“We’re going to fight.” I said again.

He cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Why?”

I slapped his hand away. “Because you lied and fucked some whore.” I lowly spat.

The colour dropped from his face, his hand leaving my chin to rest on the table. “Y/N...” he slowly breathed out. “Let me explain-“

“Explain what?” I dramatically stood. “How good she felt around you? How long you lasted? How much she fucking cost!” I yelled.

“God, stop it will you!” He stood with me, attempting to approach me.

“Don’t come fucking near me.” I warned.

He continued to walk towards me. I raised my glass and hurled it towards him, John narrowly dodging as the glass hit the wall behind him and shattered. “What the fuck!” He yelled.

I stormed out the room, scaling the large staircase. John was close behind me, grabbing my wrist and tugging me back. My hand instinctly raised and printed a harsh red mark on his cheek. “Don’t touch me with the hands you touched her with.” I seethed.

“Fucking stop will you? Let me talk!” He yelled, following me into our bedroom.

I turned to face him. “Okay.” I stood, hands on hips.

He frowned deeply. “What?”

“Explain.”

His mouth opened and closed. “I...uh...you...”

I chuckled darkly. “See? You can’t explain! Because no lie can get you out of this!”

He stayed silent as I pulled out a large suitcase, going into our walk in wardrobe. “Seriously? Your packing your shit?”

I walked out, his clothes bundled in my arms. “No, I’m packing yours.”

He stormed towards me, ripping my arms open so his clothes fell to the floor. His strong arms forced my arms behind my back, his face close to mine.

“You’re not kicking me out of my own house.” His voice dripped with venom.

I looked over his face, the face I used to adore. “You disgust me.” I whispered.

He grit his teeth before letting me go, turning to face away from me. “Fuck sake.” He murmured to himself.

We were silent for a moment before I spoke again. “I’ll go then.” I went back into the walk-in closet and started grabbing random items of clothing. I wasn’t sure whether I was going to go, I just wanted to see if John would fight for me.

“Like fuck you are.” He came in and once again, forced my clothes out of my hands. “Look, I fucked up, and I’m deeply sorry for that. I’m a weak man and I don’t know why I did what I did. But you have to understand I love you, wholey.” He professed.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t have done what you did.” I spat at him.

He groaned as I shoved him aside, walking back into the main room. “What can I do to make this better?” He asked.

I sat down on the bed. “I don’t know, I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” The anger slowly started to slip away as the sadness crept in.

He knelt in front of me, scooping my hands in his as he peered up at me. “There’s got to be something,” he whispered. “Come on, it’s me and you, we get through anything.”

“Not this John.” I whispered back. “How could I ever trust you again?”

He sadly sighed and rest his head in my lap. My hands came to comb through the hair atop his head. “I’m sorry.” He murmured.

“I know.” I soothed.

“I love you,” he looked up at me. “I know that doesn’t mean much right now.”

I sadly smiled down at him. “I know that too.”

“Do you love me?” He asked, a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

My smile fell. “I don’t know.”

“Fuck,” he sighed. “I’ve lost you.”

“I need time.” I said back. “I want you out the house.”

He nodded and stood. “I’ll come back tomorrow-“

“No,” I interrupted. “I need real time. I need you to move out for a while.”

He stared down at me for a moment before nodding. John silently packed his things, taking an occasional glance at me as I watched him. I followed him down the steps, watching him as he shrugged on his coat and cap.

He opened the door and turned back to look at me. “Can I have a kiss?” I stepped back as he stepped forward. “Okay,” he sighed. “I love you.”

I remained silent as he got into his car, watching him from the front door step. Before he pulled away, he looked at me for a moment before slowly pulling away.

A sudden change of heart took over me. “John!” I yelled as I chased after the car, my bare feet padding against the hard gravel ground. The car came to a sudden hault, John getting out the car as I slammed into his arms. I pressed my lips against his, embracing him for a moment before pulling away. “I love you too.”

He smiled down at me, slowly cupping my face and pulling me in for a gentle kiss. “Let me know when you want me back.”

I nodded, and once again watched him leave our estate.

[mochuelovelli]

So in the fix it au, my next concern is on Della facing the karma for her action. What's the divergences in terms of that since you said it'd be modified a bit.

To specify, I meant more along the lines of Della being held more accountable for what she says/does on the time she spends prior and during the season 2 finale.

For example, episodes like Raider of the Doomsday Vault where Dewey's turmoil of trying to prove himself to his mother and having to accept that he's always good enough for her while at the same time having her full confidence and support in him that he can do anything. That's a really good message, what kinda takes away from that originally is that it's pared with Della being reckless with not just her son's safety (which is important) but also got away with Scrooge getting fr mad at her to her face when the tree conveniently was able to fix the problem it created but also solve the existing problems it already had which is?? Not a good message to send to kids? Like ik its all cartoon logic but still it also does a disservice to Scrooge's very rational concerns about Della.

While I don't think he needs to tear her a new one, he definitely shouldn't be so 100% fine with her convenient solution. Especially since he himself doesn't like Gladstone's Luck bc he doesn't believe he earned it. Paying attention to *exit strategies* shouldn't be what wholey makes Scrooge think Della is more responsible, it doesn't negate destroying "humanity's last hope" bc you wanna see a money tree. Maybe Della is shown to think a little more ahead as well in this ep, being able to stop the tree from completely destroying everything, add a little bit about back up seeds. Maybe Glomgold's little mission to mess with Scrooge included bugging up the vaults systems prior so Della wanting to go into the Vault with Dewey actually let them trip the traps early to prevent Scrooge from looking incompetent by having his Security teams die out there. It wouldn't excuse her reckless behavior bc she didn't initially plan to find that or make Dewey feel as secure as he should be but she isn't so...childish. Scrooge at the end might say something that could echo Beakley's Statement in Timephoon, maybe in a softer way because he has a weak spot for the twins still. Just something to make Della doubt her parenting and draw tighter lines to her development as a mom throughout the season.

She also needs to grow not just as a mom but as a person, a friend. Which is what her plot with Launchpad in the Cornelius Coot episode brings. Her and Webby's stories are allowed a lot more time here since I almost completely side lined the Bigtime C plot bc god that was such a drag. I think her conflict with LP pretty much stays the same way, if not giving LP more emotional intelligence and having him know when he's being too intense with her. She is jealous/bitter of LP because she feels like he almost replaces ever box she ticks. The obvious is known, but she dislikes that even though Dewey is the one who most vocally loves her, she still is upset that LP knows more about her kids than she does. That while she might be a great mechanic and pilot, he's telling her what Huey might need, what Louie asked for, what Dewey and Webby did earlier that he knew about that she didn't. She gets pissed because the person who she sees as a complete fool is making her feel small and stupid. Really, he's protected her kids more than she ever has. To her it's crushing...so she gets angry because if not well ya know.

Her little talk with Webby makes her come to terms with not only should she see others like Webby, whom she already could see was so talented but assumed she didn't need *her help* (maybe bc of hidden insecurities), but LP as well. That they should learn from each other, practically and impractically. That she shouldn't be so close hearted, that she can't afford to be.

I think this connection with LP can also extend to Gyro and Penumbra and Della's relationship with them. I wont go too in depth but Gyro's little moments with Della when she first comes back would definitely foreshadow the development in Astroboyd. Della's little worry about Penny not actually being her friend is also touched on more, she comes out of it realizing how she should've acted better even when she hears that Penny thinks of her as a friend. And maybe something more dont @ me

TLDR; Della's insecurities are on bigger display, Scrooge and Beakley are also a little more present in their critiques. Della learns more explicitly how not only be a better mom but a better friend.

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Hogwarts: The Continuing Years Chapter One

Welcome to Chapter One of my new Harry Potter Fanfiction series. Go back to Hogwarts with Lily Luna Potter and her friends in this new adventure for the next generation of the Harry Potter family. This series is family-friendly, inspired wholey by JK Rowling’s original writing style. I hope you enjoy Lily’s adventures at Hogwarts.

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Raindrops tapped gently on her window, awakening Lily Luna Potter on a grey September morning. She blinked the sleep out of her emerald green eyes with a smile. Today’s finally the day! Lily threw the covers off her and scrambled out of bed. She was already pulling on mismatching pink and orange socks when her mother knocked lightly on the door. 

“Lily, are you up sweetie?”

Lily threw open the door and jumped into her mother’s arms. Ginny Potter caught her daughter with a happy laugh.

“Today’s the day mum! I’m finally going to Hogwarts!”

Lily separated herself from Ginny and beamed up at her mother. Ginny ruffled her daughter’s ginger hair affectionately. 

“So it is, darling. You’re going to love your first year at school, I just know it.”

“Thanks mum,” said Lily happily. She had been waiting for today for eleven years and three weeks, and she was determined to make it perfect. 

“Well, I wanted to wake you up first today,” said Ginny, “Want to help me wake your brothers?” 

“Of course,” Lily giggled. “Can I wake them up with tricks?”

Ginny made a sceptical face.

“I promise I won’t be too mean, pleeease mum!”

Ginny laughed. Why were Lily’s pleads so irresistible? 

“Fine Lily. As long as they’re up in time for breakfast.”

Lily whooped with delight and ran past her mother. She padded through the upstairs hallway, happy for her socks to muffle her footsteps as she came to her eldest brother’s door. Lily peaked inside James’s messy room. Clothes and spell books were strewn all over the floor. Has he even packed? She wondered, as she checked her pockets for the perfect trick. Uncle Ron never failed to get her something great for birthdays. Should she throw a dung bomb? Was that too mean? She had promised mum not to be too mean… A-ha! Lily took out a small glass bottle filled with a tiny rain cloud. A “weather in a bottle” would be perfect! That would show James for pushing her into the Ministry of Magic fountain on bring your child to work day… 

Lily crept into the room. She had to place the bottle over his bed just so, otherwise he might not get hit. James snored lightly, his face hidden under his mess of curly hair. Lily had to concentrate hard to stop from giggling as she edged her way around the mess on the floor. James’s tawny owl, Flit, cocked his head curiously at her from his cage. Lily brought a finger to her lips to tell the owl to be quiet. When she was finally in position at the foot of James’s bed, Lily carefully uncorked the “weather in a bottle” and the tiny rain cloud was released. It flew out of her bottle and bga to grow at a rapid pace, until James’s bed was completely covered by the cloud. Lily held her breath in anticipation as the clouds swirled around her brother. Suddenly it burst open and rain drenched her elder brother’s bed. James let out a shriek as water soaked his blankets, and Lily couldn’t hold back her laughter any more. James fell off the bed trying to untangle himself from the blankets and simultaneously reach for his glasses to see the culprit of the trick. Lily raced out of the room before James could stand up, giggling with delight as her brother muttered confused curses behind her. 

Her next victim was Albus, her other brother. His room was at the end of the hall by the stairs. Lily peaked in cautiously, worried that James’s scream had woken Al. He was still sleeping soundly. His room neat and tidy, the exact opposite of James’s. They had to be opposite in every way, thought Lily as she edged into the room. A green and white Slytherin Flag hung on his wall. She stifled a gasp as she almost stepped on Fritz, Albus’s pet ferret. He skittered away under the bed as Lily reached into her pocket and pulled out her signature trick: her screaming yo-yo. Albus was so jumpy, it would be brilliant. She twirled the yo-yo off her finger right by his ear and the toy let out a scream that would curdle milk. Albus yelped at the scream, sitting bolt upright and covering his ears. He saw Lily giggling uncontrollably next to him, right as James burst into the room still sopping wet. 

“You’re dead Lily,” James shouted with a grin. 

He charged into the room as Lily ducked under Albus’s bed. Albus, still half asleep and disoriented threw a pillow at where Lily had been. Instead it hit James in the back of the head. Lily scampered out from under the bed and hurled herself down the stairs while her brothers were still looking for her under the bed. She raced down the hall and into the kitchen laughing in delight. Today was off to a great start! 

Lily leaned against the kitchen door to catch her breath. Her mother and father were making breakfast (pancakes, Lily’s favourite). They looked up at her and Ginny raised an eyebrow. 

“Lily, did you remember not to be too mean?”

Lily shrugged playfully right as James and Albus hammered on the door behind her. 

“Is Lily in there?” Asked James.

“Yeah,” called Albus, “we need to, uh, ‘talk’ to her.”

Lily ran away from the door as the boys burst in, and hid behind her father. Harry Potter ruffled his daughter’s hair and held up an arm to ward off the boys. 

“Wow, Lil, it must’ve been bad if you got them working together,” he chuckled. 

“Alright, alright,” Ginny said, “enough tricks for today.” She waved her wand over James, drying him instantly. “Now go get dressed, boys. No hitting your sister on her big day.”

“Come on mum, she deserves it,” James whined as they left to get dressed. Lily stuck her tongue out after them as they shut the door. 

“Your first day at Hogwarts is off to quite the start,” said Harry. He piled some pancakes onto her plate and Lily smiled up at him.

“It’s going brilliantly so far!”

The Potters sat down for breakfast at the kitchen table. Ginny made sure to set places for James and Albus, who came downstairs a few minutes later in jumpers and jeans. Albus in Slytherin green as usual, and James in Gryffindor red. As they sat down, Lily couldn’t help but wonder which house she would be sorted into… Of course she hoped for Gryffindor, like her parents had been. That’s where all the Potters and Weasleys were sorted into… But if Albus could be Slytherin, maybe she could be too? 

“So, Lily,” said Harry, “Are you excited to ride the Hogwarts Express?”

Lily nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve been saving my pocket money all year for the sweets from the trolley,” she replied.

“We gave your brothers trolley money,” Ginny said, “we were going to give you some too.”

“No thanks mum,” said Lily, “I’m excited to use mine!”

“Which class are you most excited for?” Harry asked.

“Flying,” said Lily without hesitation. “I’m going to be on the Quidditch team in first year, just like you dad!”

Lily had been obsessed with Quidditch since she had discovered her mum used to play for a team called the Holyhead Harpies. When she found out her dad had played too, she wouldn’t keep quiet until her parents finally got her a broom for her ninth birthday. It had child locks and wouldn’t fly past the barrier of their neighbourhood, but still it had been wonderful to play pretend Quidditch captain on that broom. She and her brothers used to play three on three with their cousins every Christmas at the Burrow. And when her parents had brought her to Diagon Alley to buy her books and her wand, Lily had been most excited to finally buy her first real broom, a Nimbus 3000 like her brother James’s. Only to be used at school, Ginny had told her. She couldn’t wait for her first flying class when she could finally sore above Hogwarts on her real broom.

“I should have guessed,” said Harry warmly. “But don’t be too disappointed if you don’t make it in your first year. Ginny only got onto Gryffindor’s team in her fifth year, you know?”

Ginny nodded, “And I was the one who played professionally out of us.”

Lily’s mind lingered on the word “Gryffindor” and again her thoughts turned to which house she would be sorted into. She looked across the table at Albus. He never talked about school much, but when he did it seemed like he didn’t like Hogwarts at all. Was it because he was Slytherin? James was constantly talking about how great Hogwarts was: how many friends he had, how good at spells he was… But James was in Gryffindor. Lily prefered Albus out of her two brothers, he’d always been nicer to her than James… But if she was being honest with herself, she hoped that she would be James’s housemate, not Al’s. She had only ever heard bad things about Slytherin house afterall… 

Suddenly Ginny stood up, breaking Lily’s train of thought. She waved her wand and the empty dishes in front of them flew up and into the sink. 

“Breakfast is finished,” she announced. “Time to get your trunks, kids.”

Harry looked at his watch and stood as well. “The train leaves in one hour.”

James and Albus stood up and left to gather their things. Lily was following her brothers out when Harry called to stop her.

“Lily, wait a minute. Your mum and I have a little something to give you.”

Lily turned around to look at her dad. He rose from the table and disappeared into the living room for a moment. Lily glanced at her mother questioningly, but Ginny only smiled. When Harry came back into the room, he carried a box in his hands. He came up to Lily and knelt down so she could see inside. There, sleeping soundly in a pink blanket, was the most adorable little kitten Lily had ever seen. She held her hand over her mouth to stifle a squeal. 

“Every student at Hogwarts is allowed to bring a familiar,” Harry explained. “James has Flint, and Albus has Fritz, so it’s only fitting that you get a pet too.”

Ginny leaned over to look at the sleeping kitten. She was cream-coloured with light brown paws and a fuzzy long tail. Lily reached in to stroke her soft fur and the kitten opened a pair of brilliant blue eyes. 

“What will you call her?” Asked Ginny.

Lily wasn’t sure. The little kitten started playing with her finger and her eyes glimmered like two blue precious stones. 

“Opal.” Lily said eventually. “She looks like an Opal, don’t you think?”

“It’s perfect,” said Ginny, kissing Lily’s cheek affectionately. 

“Well,” Harry said, “What are you waiting for? She’s yours.”

Lily lifted Opal from the box and hugged her close. Opal was small enough to sit on Lily’s shoulder and play with her fire-red hair. Lily giggled with delight and hugged her parents lovingly. They hugged her back, holding onto their youngest child for a moment. She was finally ready to go off to Hogwarts. Ginny wondered, as Lily parted from the hug and ran upstairs to grab her trunk, just how had she grown up so fast?

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Cuddles from personal heros

Snafu here. I had my best friend request this a while ago when she wasn't feeling 100% and I finally got it how I liked it, even with how short it is, I hope you love it Abhaya ❤️

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Rami:

He could never understand what she feels, but God he wants too. He wants to know even just a little bit just so he can help her. She always down-plays herself, and he doesn’t like when she does that cause he knows that she is great and smart, beautiful, just the best girl in the world. But he felt bad when she told him.

She didn’t want to tell him but knew she should. So she did. She told him about her ‘difficulty’. She has dyslexia. She sees everything backward when she reads, confuses words, misses words, she thinks it’s the thing that defines her.

But it’s not. As he sits with her, holding her close, keeping his arms around her, he tells her. Tells her about all her wonderful stories she’s written, all the stories she likes the read, all of it. Who cares if she sees words differently, he loves his Abhaya. His beautiful, smart girl, all of her.

Ahkmenrah:

His beautiful princess was feeling horrible about herself. Has been since before sundown. But regardless of the reason, he wants her to know her worth. He makes sure she knows she is worth her weight in gold in his heart. She and he stay in his wing of the museum, alone, just the two of them. He told the jackals to keep everyone away for the night.

They sit together. He holds his princess close to his heart, lets her feel the beating. He whispers in Egyptian to her, tells her he loves her so. And he does, loves her so much. He tells her she is not defined by what is difficult for her, she is defined by who she is.

She is not only beautiful inside and out, but she is also witty, she can hold her own, she will go against the current, stand for what is right even if she stands alone. And as long as Ahkmenrah is here, she will never be alone, in anything.

“I love you my Goddess, my Abhaya,” he kisses her cheek as she stays in his arms.

Freddie:

“Oh my love,” Freddie coos. “Don't let those define you.” He holds her beautiful face in his hands ever so gently. “You get to decide who you are my dear. Your actions and mindset is who you are.” He kisses Abhaya on the tip of her nose, the little button scrunching up as she giggles. “A beautiful soul once told me ‘please never forget just how incredible you are.’ Know who that was?”

She doesn't need to answer, she knows. She told Freddie that when he was down and she'll keep telling him if she ever has too.

Now it's his turn to make sure his Abhaya stays fearless and beautiful and wholey her in all her wonderful strength.

“I love you, with all my heart.”

[haveyouseenmymind]

The last Love Letter

Uhm… I’m sorry? First thing I’ve written since January and it’s sad and angsty and there’s no happy ending. But I really like it and I hope Jim dying won’t scare everyone away.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: strongly hinting at McKirk

Warning: Major Character Death

Words: 1087

Jim died on their last away mission and now Leonard finds himself in his friend’s quarters.

So this was it. This was the point, where his live would end for good. No Bones this time to save him.

Oh god, Bones.

He didn’t want to leave him behind, but he had no choice.

Bones.

And with the last thought of his best friend, Jim felt his consciousness slip away.

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Leonard felt numb. His body moved without him through the empty corridors, usually filled with live and crew mates chattering. No one was here, as everyone was assembled mourning the Captain.

Jim was dead.

Kidnapped by some fucking Klingons, tortured and then left on his own, slowly bleeding out while hoping his crew would find him before he would die all alone in a dirty cell.

But Leonard and the rescue team had come too late, Jim was long gone when the doctor finally had reached for his friend, checking his missing pulse with slightly shaking hands.

Jim was gone and Leonard was left behind in this damn tin can making its lonely way through space that once again had proved to be made of danger and disease wrapped in darkness and silence.

Jim was gone and Leonard still didn’t want to believe it.

Without really paying attention, he suddenly stood in front of his friend’s quarters. He rose his hand, to punch the code into the pin pad like he had done so many times before.

But his hands were shaking and he hesitated moving on further.

What did he expect to find here?

His friend was gone and all he left behind were his lifeless quarters filled with memories from past missions, planets they had nearly forgotten now and cultures long gone.

After minutes of staring at the door in front of him, he finally got over his uncertainty and stepped into the Captain’s quarters. He was greeted by deafening silence threatening to overwhelm him, as he made his way to the huge desk.

It was still a mess, as if he just left to come back after his shift and sit down to frown over Spock’s latest reports.

Several PADDs were strewn all over the surface -  reports, assignments and whatever else clattered there as if their reader had laid them down with his mind being occupied with the next important task.

Jim’s favourite mug, gifted to him by a bright eyed Pavel Chekov who thought it would be funny to present Jim something proclaiming him to be #1 Captain, was left at the same spot as earlier in the morning, when Leonard had visited his friend right before their shifts had started. A dark ring of residual coffee still adorning the desk as the last witness of Jim being alive and going on with his daily routine, everything just as it should be. A quiet moment before the storm.

Leonard couldn’t take his eyes of the chaos in front of him. It was just so typical Jim, who was normally so collected and had everything under control. Who only let go in his own private space, where he felt safe enough to let some of that control slip away from him.

Suddenly all-consuming rage threatened to swallow him wholey. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t face this picture of false safety any longer. In one desperate bout of rage he swept everything off on that desk mocking him.

The mug shattered immediately, leaving behind hundreds of shards and Leonard felt as if each of them was piercing his heart, tearing him open and he sank down on his knees, bitterness slowly choking him and making it impossible to breathe.

Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a leather-bound notebook standing out between all of the PADDs surrounding it. Jim always had a weakness for old fashioned books made of paper and ink, feeling more real than any of the modern data storing devices ever could.

The brunet grasped the slim book, let his hands feel the cold smooth cover while he contemplated if he should have a look on the content or leave Jim’s private thoughts alone.

But Jim was gone and this was the last thing his best friend left behind and all he needed was something, anything…

He desperately needed his friend who was gone and who couldn’t give him anything ever again but this notebook.

So of course he opened it, skipped through the pages to realise that this was some kind of diary filled with observations about his crew, praisings and all the love he held for the family he had chosen for himself.

Here in his hands laid all the emotions Jim wasn’t willed to share with the Captain’s Log.

He skipped those entries till he reached the last, dated the night before that cursed away mission.

Leonard’s breath stopped when his eyes danced over the last words his friend had left behind for the world.

No, only left for him. Right there in his hands Leonard held a love letter Jim had dedicated to his best friend.

Can’t sleep again.

I’m sitting here, sighing like a lovesick fool.

Which, I may be?

Is it love? Am I in love with Bones?

Honestly, I don’t know. But my heart is aching with longing to be with you, to see you, hear you, smell you.

I wish for waking up drowsily and seeing you as the first thing in the morning. To wake up, and soak up your warmth, while you’re shifting closer to me and bury yourself in my arms.

I want to see you smile. See your face shifting into full happiness, to see if your nose would crunch up and how much your eyes would light up.

I want to kiss this smile of your face. To feel the love in my heart overflow with the joy of seeing you happy and the only thing I would be able to do is kiss you and pour all my undying love for you into it.

I simply just wanna be with you. Wanna be your strength when you feel lost, wanna share every success with you and just want to get to know, what live with your love would mean.

I just want to be by your side forever, and share every part of your life with you, so I can see you grow and conquer life and proudly tell the world that you’re letting me be a part of you.

I just want you.

So yeah, if this isn’t love, then I don’t know.

And Leonard couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

tags: @thevalesofanduin @medicatemedrmccoy @toosouthernforspace

If anybody else wants to be tagged in my fics just let me know. :)

[ktheist]

I Just read your story time for bfbfs and I’m so glad you chose to write one for it !! It’s not very common for me to read about what is going on inside the authors head when they are writing a story so it was really interesting and I really enjoyed it !!

Also can we just appreciate the fact that you wrote a whole 20k+ in just four days !!!!! Like 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽😌 you are so cool!! MashaAllah!!

Also I love how you mentioned that oc isn’t morally good or like the usual goody character that people write for main female characters which there is nothing wrong with that but this one is a bit more realistic cause I don’t know I think no one is wholey good even if they mean good you know . Oh also aggsgd the fact that yoojin bullied yoojung just because their names sound familiar 🥴 at her big age in college !!! Like come on 😩that’s dumb and embarrassing for her. Anyways I really enjoyed this read and I love how jungkook trying to get his friends to get along back fired cause now we have this beautiful love story 😂😌

hahaha i blame myself for not being able to shut up!! but credit of @/hayjeon for her story talks that inspired me to do them (they're the same thing but i call it story time bc it's like telling you all a story about how i came to write a story).

now that i think about it 4 days was too hasty, i see some errors whenever i skim through the published version of bfbf that could've been fixed if i took my time. thank you for your support <3

ahhhh i love characters which seem evil but changes the readers' perspective of them as the story goes. oc was inspired by the 'villainess' troupe i read from manhwas. i can only hope i delivered oc's character well. but yesss you don't know how people keep embarrassing themselves irl. yoojin was an embodiment of every petty person i met LOL. (not saying i'm not petty but not enough to pick on someone for having similar sounding names that's fosho). thank you i'm glad you enjoyed jk getting exiled from hanging out w oc and tae bc he mistakes their dates for hang outs!!

have the loveliest day!!!

[czec-hoslo-vak-ians]

Michael and Maria 💜

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I understand Maria's frustration over Michael. She's totally pissed at them that she's making him pay for his soda. Max should just been upfront about seeing river-dog.

I don't blame Alex for not wanting to dive in and believe everything that he's hearing I'm glad you took a few days for himself to really comprehend everything that's going on. We all know what Max is going to say he didn't want to risk Michael getting hot and doing something stupid like going up there Poor Isabel is stuck in the middle between Max and Michael. I really hope they figure out what's that language is and what the meaning is. Michael can be hotheaded sometimes I just really wish he would listen but at the same time I don't blame him for wanting to know answers Max should have told them from the get-go what he had found if he did Michael when going off on his own.

Alex is so fascinated and all this information he's getting about them. I love Alex face expression when Isabelle changes the ketchup to mustard it's like he couldn't believe what he just saw.

This chant looks more like of a test for Michael this is a very weird chant. Why would Michael drink out of the cup twice when everyone else didn't was he trying to prove something. This is kind of like a cute mini date between Alex and Isabel them just talking about Isabel and where she's from getting to know them.

The whole Max and Liz date makes me want to throw up. I love Max and Liz together however that date was just too mushy for me. I don't think I would be able to handle it if anything whatever happened to Michael.

I want to believe that Michael is okay but I have a bad feeling that something is wrong. I'm glad that Liz and Maria get to have this girl time and talk about their kisses with their boys because in reality they are the only two people who can have this conversation.

Alex is trying so hard to help oh, he needs to learn on how to whisper. Oh no something is really wrong with Michael my heart hurts just a little bit. I don't blame is well for being mad at Alex needs to learn you can't slip up like that. Liz gets me so frustrated she's more worried about this happening to Max instead of being worried for Michael. Why wouldn't Max take Maria to the spot where her dog is this is happening to the boy that Maria likes I get it I guess he has to take Liz because she's been there before. I totally don't blame Isabel for lashing out she's really really worried about Michael.

I really like the story about how Michael Isabella Max met. However Liz being Liz is more worried about something like this happening to Max. A sweet tender moment between Maria and Isabel they have come a long way to be friends wholey cheese that gaps that Michael gave scared me. It sounds like he's trying to gasp for air.

These images of Michael having lost flashbacks and standing in their language a very important scene. I know what the v stands for that he sees in the sky( learn about that in a later episode) I know the four Cube stand for( spoiler alert people)the rock that he still on represented on how Max and Isabelle found him. I totally understand Isabelle's fear of losing Michael he apart of her family. Michael and Max are more family to her then her human family. I can't handle seeing Michael like this. Michael looks like he's in a cocoon like a caterpillar. He's getting worse and worse

(Spoiler alert) nacido remember that name! Alex is surprised that key is needed to help Michael. And of course like Liz she can't be there participates because she's too worried about this happening to Max she needs to stop worrying about what's going to happen to Max and start worrying about this can happen to the all. she said she is being really ungrateful and selfish right now.( spoiler alert) these Stones remember them they're going to be useful later. I love how each person that he sees he does something different with each one of them like thank you for being my friend Alex the handshake I miss you my sister Isabel the hug I can't get enough of you Maria goes for the kiss oh, and of course Max gets distracted when he sees Liz instead of focusing on Michael. I love the sequence of them seen Michael as a child and pulling him out blending in two seen Michael pulling him out of this sleep and three of them walking away as children walking blending into the three of them walking away together as adults. I love that he has Deadlox on Maria's eyes when she's talking, no more running looking straight at Maria no matter what, is he implying that he's not going to run away from her anymore. I'm glad that Michael solve the puzzle.

On paper they seem like the perfect couple however in reality they just don't work right now. Liz is a big distraction for Max and that's kind of unfair to him. This is so hard for Max to be doing breaking up with her however he knows that this is necessary right now. See you totally doesn't want to do this but this is what he needs to do. I'm so proud of Max for putting himself first in this situation with Liz.0

Well you guys that's the end of the episode I had fun I hope you had fun I see you on the other side.

[B]Quote of the episode well if it isn't Prince Charming and Quasimodo

Up next :the toy house

Pic NOT mine

[popeofmars]

I wrote this one for my dnd character with one eye

Long have I seen your sideways stares and whispered inquiries at my injury my comrades, also have I heard whispers of the bets in place over how I lost my eye so long ago, so gather around if you wish to hear once and for all the truth of the matter, for I dare say none of you may have guessed the truth of this mystery.

You see it is a simple and yet shocking thing that lead to my partial Blindness, a wonderful act of love and sacrifice did gift me this scar if it can be called that, and because of this I brandish it proudly.

Years ago I cared for nothing but adventure and glory, seeking unwinnable battles to claim victory over and sights unseen and yet unsung by any. Ever has my heart yearned for what lies beyond the next bend of the ground before me. Then, thoughts of my adventures and the wonders I'd found were washed away by the a glimpse of the one to whom I cannot begin to describe in full and can only call cosmicly divine.

From the moment I laid my unworthy eyes upon them with that hair of flowing midnight and eyes the silvery blue of only shared with that of comets I found myself wholey starstruck and enchanted by the infinite expanse of their beauty.

In that splitsecond that to my mind blissfully stretched on and on, I knew no matter what ever else I may find in life my sight could ever dream of comparing too my newfound deity of incandescence before me, and vowed that they would be the last thing I would see. For what better sight could one hope for when shedding this mortal coil of life than heaven incarnate beckoning you into its arms.

I knew I could not fulfill that oath by daring to never leave my loves side, for even the flames of the sun that envies them would soon be snuffed for lack of oxygen if it was smothered so. Naturally this would not do.

Nor would I be able too carry on my person a relief of that blessed countenance for two reasons. First of those being that no painting, drawing, or carving could capture the entirety of their unending beauty for I know of no artist so skilled as to capture infinity in a still image. Second being that I know I have not the strength in my heart to carry on my person such a sliver of Divinity lest it be tarnished by my bloody and mud covered work. While it is true it would for ever fall short I have not the heart to stain any retelling of your visage.

Lost in that turmoil I found my answer in a place far too often overlooked by many, the words of mine own mother. With her voice echoing wisdom in my ears battling my paramores image at the forefront of my mind I took their hand in mine And spilling all these feelings I hold now out to her and my purpose in doing so asked for my dearests permission to take the appropriate action.

Thinking my proclamation a jest they gleefully signaled me to continue and always being a man of extremes I took the knife from my belt and put razors edge to curved socket, insuring that at least in part my eternal Deity of light and beauty would be the last thing I would witness and all I had to give for such a holy privilege was one measly eye.

Only did I regret that my action brought tears to those glistening orbs of theirs out of empathy for my pain as their hands as soft as snow dabbed at my wound with a cloth all the while proclaiming me a wonder but idiotic fool. To help console them I had only to draw their cerulean gaze to my checks where no tears did flow, for pain is a fleeting thing I am old friends with in the face of a love so true I swore to give to them.

After all what tears need be shed for the loss of a single eye, for my mother did say love is a blind thing and so blind I shall be for who am I to deny such a law of nature.

Now even to this day my darling dearest does often scold me light heartedly for my actions, a scolding I take with a wink and a smile for if I am a fool then I declare myself the happiest fool to walk the land. No matter where this life takes me or where my road may end I rest easy each night with the certainty that when the light of my life is smothered by shade, and I spend my last breath thanking my beloved for allowing me to spend my life with them it will be their Holy and Celestial visage that takes my hand and walks me into the next life, a life I plan to use chasing them down once more.

[singingrainbows]

Alternate Harry Potter Kids?

Hi there, so I love Harry Potter fanfiction. I love the original HP books. When I first finished the epilogoue, I loved Rowling’s next gen kids and immediately sought out both info and fics. I’ve read some truly brilliant fics about Albus, Scorpius, Rose, Lily and all the others, with varying degrees of faithfulness to later Pottermore reveals. I even have my own headcanon. 

But as compelling as Fabula Post Bellum   https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4294521/Maverick-Heart , Ignite https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8255131/1/Ignite and the rest are, I find myself growing a bit tired of never being able to find something more wholey original. With authors giving their own take on what a future and kids could be like. I’ve searched google several times, and come up empty. But I know that they exist, and I’m hoping there are even new ones being written.

So I thought I’d get the ball rolling, by reccing some of the few I’ve come across and hoping that others will join in. :)

There’s only one rule. (It’s kinda important tho) NO BASHING! The pairings can be any kind, but if they come at the cost of the established canon friendships, then I don’t want to see them here. 

That said, let’s go! :D

Broken Fate by Qwi Xux https://fictionalley.ikeran.org/authors/qwi_xux/BF.html

“ In a future world ruled by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, the next generation travels back in time in an attempt to change fate. “

With their parents long dead, Jamie Potter, Will Weasley, and Shay Longbottom travel back in time from a world in ruins. But changing things for the better while keeping their secrets and caring for small, traumatised child is easier said than done. 

Written shortly after book five was released, this is majorly au, and yet it still has RonxHermione and HarryxGinny as the main pairings. The way they got together is much more satisfying than canon though, in both timelines. IMO.

Very good i highly rec it, and it’s complete! :D Enjoyable and well written characters.

Trigger Warning: A small child was tortured. While this was not shown, the fic does portray the aftermath and consequences. While not a dark fic per say, the distopia they came from was not a happy place. Nothing graphic though.

As Thick as Blood by: Lisse https://www.fanfiction.net/s/334233/1/As-Thick-as-Blood

“Two decades after the defeat of Voldemort, Rory Malfoy and Jim ChangPotter begin to uncover a past their parents want buried forever and learn that sometimes friendship is stronger than blood.”

Sadly a dead fic, but what we got was compelling non the less. Written before OotP came out, Cho Chang is very different. Not a perfect fic, but some very compelling ideas and quite an engaging story. (One of my fav authors, she has a lot of excellent one shots. Especially her ATLA au.)

Aurelian by: BittyBlueEyes   

“Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.” Complete

Another time travel fic. With her dying breath Hermione Malfoy sends her toddler son into the past, with nothing but a phial of her memories, a newspaper clipping, and her wedding ring. - Very compelling, the focus is actually mostly on the adults figuring out how to stop the next dark lord from rising, but we get plenty of glimpses into the first timeline and the children in it, and Aurey is adorable. Not quite a next gen fic per say, but it does have alternate children (although Teddy does exist) and excellent character development and portrayls for everyone. The trio are still great friends even if Ron and Hermioen never got together. Also Hermione very much still hates Malfoy at in the beginning, but seeing how they fell in love in the first timeline is quite compelling, and it seems to be an interresting ride in the new one too. Plenty of mystery, intrigue, and auror investigations.

I confess I’ve only read a few chapters, but I like it so far. 

So yeah, those are all I can think of at the moment. A small list I know, and as you can see from the last entry the focus doesn’t even have to be fully on the kids. 

Anyway I hope something comes of this. But either way, at least I got to make some fic recs. :)

[rheaamyett]

RECAPITULATION, Vol. 2 OF 12

And so our SECOND art stew recap begins.

{February 6th-5th of March}

I am not a four exclamation marks kind of person but if I were they would be framing every sentence here because the fact that we had a whole hearted, contribution filled February just sunk in for me.

Every week art consistently flies into the Art Stew pot… there are over 300 deliberate and relevant posts in the #artstew52 on Instagram!

SO! It’s time for that sentimental (really fun for me) task of reminiscing and highlighting the month that was in the Art Stew Fifty-Two. I’m thinking what better way to start than in all the “Lovey-dovey”, sappy ways which was...

WEEK SIX—LOVEY-DOVEY/VALENTINE

Love can be celebrated by us anytime but there was an extra focus on it for the Stewards the very first week of February. All your individual takes on the prompt gave me the warm fuzzies and some inspired chuckles and well…. inspired me to be a better person like Sophie’s did...

Art by Sophie Greve, @wild_and_precious_creative, “…last week’s prompt was Lovey-dovey, and I just so happened to have the great pleasure of making over 80 Valentine’s for this amazing home in my area that takes in women who are in domestic abuse situations. I love love love card making and hand-lettering, and I pray each one finds it’s way into the hands of someone who needs it. I hope today you get to spend time with the people you love, and I also hope you show some love to strangers too—you never know who needs it.❤”

WEEK SEVEN—INSPIRING FIGURES IN HISTORY

You guys are all-time saying that I’m torturing you by making you pick favorites!! Well, it is kind of true... it is always hard to pick just ONE from several favorites and inspiring figures are especially near and dear to us. It is so exciting and rewarding for me personally to see “works of art” week after week that solely came to fruition because of the Art Stew prompts. This piece in particular reminded me of that as well as put me into a “wow” trance.

Art by Emily Holtane, @emilyh_art, “This week's prompt was "historical figures" so, I decided to draw this white and black charcoal portrait of Virginia Hall. She was an American spy during WWII. She was a badass. Look her up.”

I found myself wanting to do a lot of “looking up” for our Inspiring Figures this week. There were some I had never really focused on and others that I hardly heard of SO! to make it easier for all of us to keep up here is a list of everyone’s INSPRIRING FIGURES IN HISTORY with links to the art they inspired:

@bertillustration started the week off by making the prompt extra awesome by imagining her Inspiring Figure dinner party guest list. (Click on the Stewards names to be linked to the original Instagram post.)

Elizabeth the First

Anne Boleyn

Beyoncé

Carrie Fisher

Michelle Obama

Virginia Woolf

@lungfamine - Thomas Paine

@teaganolivia - Winston Churchill

@opallonia - Mary Winston Jackson

@ariellebacon - Sydney Smith

@coreycatkins and @gracie_eyre - Vincent Van Gogh (there were two, no surprise here!)

@klaing_ - Dr. Seuss

@wilkinsonsophi1 - Eleanor Roosevelt

@hatchingartist​ - J. M. Barrie

@alyssa.kinde - Lilias Trotter

@thistleandleaves - Atticus

@jennapaddey - Audrey Hepburn

@homebodiesco - Abby’s: St. Francis, Reagan’s: Cleopatra

@1bird2go - David Hockney

So take this as another “to read” list when you’re feeling you need some inspiration. Hmmm... maybe someday we’ll appear on someone’s Inspiring Figures list. :)

WEEK EIGHT—MUSICALLY

Music and creating art goes hand in hand doesn’t it? (Oh, speaking of, I’ve got a music themed gift for you... more on that later.) The post below was submitted by one of my old friends and I actually met her grandad once. The memory is unforgettable!

Art by Bronwyn Cotten, @themythicalphoenix, “When I saw that the prompt for this week’s #artstew52 was Musically, I thought of this song. My granddaddy used to sing this to my grandma. Most of my time with them was at the end of their lives, and it was easy to focus on the negative, Granddaddy had Alzheimer's and Grandma had dementia. But every now and then I think back to my childhood, to him singing this song and I smile. Granddaddy called Grandma his sweetheart until the day he passed away. 

I Love You Truly

I love you truly, truly, dear, Life with its sorrow, life with its tear, Fades into dreams when I feel you are near, For I love you truly, truly, dear. Ah! love, 'tis something to feel your kind hand, Ah! yes, 'tis something by your side to stand; Gone is the sorrow, gone doubt and fear, For you love me truly, truly, dear.”

I can think back to a very fond memory of the man in the picture that was not so long ago. I was standing in a crowded reception room. Everyone was shoulder to shoulder bumping into each other trying to see the bride and groom as they were getting ready to drive away when suddenly someone straight up ran into me. They grabbed hold of my neck to steady themselves, both of us apologizing, and I was laughing and looked to see who it was. At the time I had no idea, he just looked like a little happy old man. I was about to step forward and then realized after a second that he wasn’t planning on letting go of my neck anytime soon so we had a meet and greet right there! Him looking up at me and asking me who I was and how I was doing from an inch away. Someone came by to collect him then but before he left he told me I had a beautiful smile and I believed him because no one had ever gotten such a good look at it before!

One last highlight for me from this week was hearing some of the Stewards use their art to play and sing. Did you know that Coralyn (@coreycatkins) has the voice of an angel? She said this was “An attempt at Gloomy Sunday.” (I’m still waiting for the attempt part because this is wholey and totally beautiful.)

A post shared by Corey (@coreycatkins) on Feb 25, 2017 at 1:18am PST

WEEK NINE—WINTER’S LAST BREATH

“Her crimson cheeks and white velvet cloak dissolve into vernal rains and floral gowns. Winter's Last Breath is Spring's First Song.”—Arielle Bacon (see the art combined with her words here: @ariellebacon) 

I learned this week that Arielle is a writer as well as a core artist. You go on to Teagan’s embroidery piece, I’ll catch up in a second, I’m going to read that again, it’s so beautiful.

Art by Teagan Olivia Sturmer, @teaganolivia, “My piece for this weeks #ArtStew52 prompt—"Winter's Last Breath". Loved this prompt so much. Today really does feel Spring-y. I slept through my first tornado yesterday, but this morning was bright and beautiful and filled with chirping birds.”

Okay, we’ve reached “gift” time. 

The Stewards in the Facebook group all put their heads together and came up with some songs they felt had “spring-y” vibes. You’d think the different genres and styles would not sound good together but It’s that stewy dynamic magic I tell you! Our tastes all compliment each other. This playlist is really special. We’ll have to make another for summer.

I named it:

SPRING STEW

Listen.

I’m getting to know you all so well and I’d like to give one particular Steward a shout out for helping keep me inspired behind the scenes this month.

Lydia Grace!! (@gracie_eyre) She does a weekly Instagram live in which she plays the piano and takes requests. I do not have an example for you but I do have a tiny clip of a very relatable epiphany she had during one of our conversations the other day...

A post shared by Rhea Amyett (@artstew52) on Mar 5, 2017 at 1:58pm PST

We share so many favorite books and films and she sent me this after one particular film conversation. I died laughing. :D Make sure you follow her, she is pure comedy AND she will enlighten you on how to successfully make an Instagram Live video!

I will close out with the bonus prompt we had running all month (and will continue to run forever because INTRODUCTIONS are timeless.)

There are so many us “profligate guppies” now! (As @lipstickandgelato dubbed us.) If you want to add your own introduction or already have an introduction but don’t see it here just tag with #artstewards on Instagram! (Also if you want, click the hashtag to read more about each Steward or say “hi”.) There are a handful of men around here but just in case...

The Stewards do not bite nor cook man-artists!!

;)

Okay, see you on the flip side! Particularly when we start sharing our art for March’s extra exciting Prompt List! 

MERRY MARCH, EVERYONE!

P. S. There is not an option to leave comments below but I would love for you to leave any thoughts, reactions—anything, by clicking the tab under the header that’s labeled “Comments & Good Conversation”.

[livel0veliv]

Unequally vs Equally Yoked

Before you read this, you should know that it is my understanding that all need to read the Bible themselves and not trust the findings and interpretations of others without reading it for themselves. I believe that the Bible IN FULL is truth. So be weary when people present a "truth" to you and don't pull from other parts of the Bible. I promise you that God in His wisdom has something that covers whatever you're going through.

2 Corinthians 6:14 Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?

Notice it doesn't say equally yoked. In this entire passage it doesn't call out friendships, marriage, it calls out relationships.

If you read the entirety of this chapter you will see that the concern here is about the spreading of the gospel. Having relationships with people who claim to be followers of God but aren't. Someone who doesn't believe in the Gospel but say only parts of it, or doesn't allow Christ to be Lord or their life. They are unequally yoked. They're dangerous to befriend because you are giving the world this statement by association that it is okay to be half way in, partially down with Christ but still be a Christian. This is a stumbling block, a lie, and will make it hard for those who want to approach Christ when He calls them.

2 Timothy 3:5 Having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people.

By simply being partially into the Gospel they are WHOLEY denying its power in their life. Their life won't look different than others who don't even know of the Gospel. It's bad publicity. They claim to follow Christ but their life doesn't show it.

1 Corinthians 15:33 Do not be deceived: “Bad company ruins good morals.”

If you've ever decided to make Christ Lord of your life, believe that He is the Savior chances are you were once "on fire" for God, but then you started interacting with others who had done the same and let's just saw you weren't aware that not everyone in your church is equally yoked. So you hung out with these people and they're not at all where you are in your walk. They no longer have your zeal. Something isn't the same. They're bad company. Just because they go to church doesn't mean they have good morals. You have no idea what changes God needs to have take place in them. You could have good morals and not believe in the Gospel. You could have bad morals and believe in the Gospel. Be wise, use logic, you were lost, so everyone else was. You are learning and so is everyone else at your church. You have to vet people!

2 John 1:7-11 For many deceivers have gone out into the world, those who do not confess the coming of Jesus Christ in the flesh. Such a one is the deceiver and the antichrist. Watch yourselves, so that you may not lose what we have worked for, but may win a full reward. Everyone who goes on ahead and does not abide in the teaching of Christ, does not have God. Whoever abides in the teaching has both the Father and the Son. If anyone comes to you and does not bring this teaching, do not receive him into your house or give him any greeting, for whoever greets him takes part in his wicked works.

Study other religions, know the differences. Don't be duped or find yourself in the same bucket of people who call themselves Christian but don't believe in the Gospel of Christ. This is a dangerous thing. Hosea 4:6 states that the people of God are destroyed for a lack of knowledge. Studying other religions will not anger God. You need to know your doctrine first and then know what false doctrines are out there. You should be able to distinguish your faith from others. Just don't go practicing them.

James 4:17 So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.

If you know someone knows the Word of God, has made Christ Lord of their life and makes moves to make sure their life reflects that, but goes off commits a sin, but doesn't recognize it as a sin. Lose their number. I can't think of a more unequally yoked thing.

A friend, who say has fallen away from God, for whatever reason. But they know they have and they know they're deep in sin. They are still equally yoked. Why? They still recognize the Bible as truth, they still believe in the Gospel. But life has a way of pulling people away from God. You let God worry about pulling them back in, but you continue to love on and befriend your fallen brother or sister. They will return. Pray for them.

A friend who never accepted Christ. We are charged to not judge them. For what do they know of the Gospel? They have never committed to making Christ LORD of their life. These people are living according to whatever they believe. You just keep serving God. Let Christ be LORD of your life, maybe your life will win them over. Maybe not. Pray for your non-christian friends. If they're dope people and you don't want to live eternally without them, ask God to place a call on their soul. Keep praying. It takes time.

Phillipians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

Your friends will see your struggle, how living a life to serve God isn't easy. If we aren't transparent about it all, your friends can perceive your life as all difficult with no reward or peace. Talk about your struggles and your victories. Be transparent about the role God plays in both of them.

1 Peter 3:15 But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.

Christ was a gentleman. He taught outside the city walls, not on the NYC subway. If people wanted to know what He had to say, they literally had to go out of their way to hear Him. Don't bark, shout, or force the Gospel on anyone. They should approach you to know how you do life.

2 Timothy 4:1-4 I charge you in the presence of God and of Christ Jesus, who is to judge the living and the dead, and by his appearing and his kingdom: preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; reprove, rebuke, and exhort, with complete patience and teaching. For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander off into myths.

People who use God as a genie. Unequally yoked. Stay away from them. They're not interested in the Gospel but just the power and benefits of God and His grace. SMH.

Galatians 6:1-2 Brothers [and sisters!], if anyone is caught in any transgression, you who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness. Keep watch on yourself, lest you too be tempted. Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

I have fallen. I was away from God for 10 years. I still fall. I still struggle and I have friends some are believers, some aren't. Those who are, they're not unequally yoked with me. Those who aren't, aren't the type to deny the truth once they know it, and they're goal driven. They don't lie to themselves. They keep in 💯.They help me stay focused and they're good friends! Being a Christian does not make you a good friend.

I just want to point out that the Bible never says to be "equally yoked" but to not be "unequally yoke". There is a difference here. You see there is more that separates two people than that binds them. So when it comes to what you believe to be true, a code of conduct, a moral code. Those handful of rules whatever they maybe, small in number but impact the way one lives their life. You need to make sure you're not in relationships with those you're unequally yoked with.

[popeofmars]

Long have I seen your sideways stares and whispered inquiries at my injury my comrades, also have I heard whispers of the bets in place over how I lost my eye so long ago, so gather around if you wish to hear once and for all the truth of the matter, for I dare say none of you may have guessed the truth of this mystery. 

You see it is a simple and yet shocking thing that lead to my partial Blindness, a wonderful act of love and sacrifice did gift me this scar if it can be called that, and because of this I brandish it proudly. 

Years ago I cared for nothing but adventure and glory, seeking unwinnable battles to claim victory over and sights unseen and yet unsung by any.  Ever has my heart yearned for what lies beyond the next bend of the ground before me. Then, thoughts of my adventures and the wonders I'd found  were washed away by the a glimpse of the one to whom I cannot begin to describe in full and can only call cosmicly divine.

From the moment I laid my unworthy eyes upon them with that hair of flowing midnight and eyes the silvery blue of only shared with that of comets I found myself wholey starstruck and enchanted by the infinite expanse of their beauty.

In that splitsecond that to my mind blissfully stretched on and on, I knew no matter what ever else I may find in life my sight could ever dream of comparing too my newfound deity of incandescence before me, and vowed that they would be the last thing I would see. For what better sight could one hope for when shedding this mortal coil of life than heaven incarnate beckoning you into its arms.

I knew I could not fulfill that oath by daring to never leave my loves side, for even the flames of the sun that envies them would soon be snuffed for lack of oxygen if it was smothered so.  Naturally this would not do.

Nor would I be able too carry on my person a relief of that blessed countenance for two reasons. First of those being that no painting, drawing, or carving could capture the entirety of their unending beauty for I know of no artist so skilled as to capture infinity in a still image.  Second being that I know I have not the strength in my heart to carry on my person such a sliver of Divinity lest it be tarnished by my bloody and mud covered work. While it is true it would for ever fall short I have not the heart to stain any retelling of your visage. 

Lost in that turmoil I found my answer in a place far too often overlooked by many, the words of mine own mother.  With her voice echoing wisdom in my ears battling my paramores image at the forefront of my mind I took their hand in mine And spilling all these feelings I hold now out to her and my purpose in doing so asked for my dearests permission to take the appropriate action. 

Thinking my proclamation a jest they gleefully signaled me to continue and always being a man of extremes I took the  knife from my belt and put razors edge to curved socket, insuring that at least in part my eternal Deity of light and beauty would be the last thing I would witness and all I had to give for such a holy privilege was one measly eye. 

Only did I regret that my action brought tears to those glistening orbs of theirs out of empathy for my pain as their hands as soft as snow dabbed at my wound with a cloth all the while proclaiming me a wonder but idiotic fool. To help console them I had only to draw their cerulean gaze to my checks where no tears did flow, for pain is a fleeting thing I am old friends with in the face of a love so true I swore to give to them. 

After all what tears need be shed for the loss of a single eye, for my mother did say love is a blind thing and so blind I shall be for who am I to deny such a law of nature.

Now even to this day my darling dearest does often scold me light heartedly for my actions, a scolding I take with a wink and a smile for if I am a fool then I declare myself the happiest fool to walk the land. No matter where this life takes me or where my road may end I rest easy each night with the certainty that when the light of my life is smothered by shade, and I spend my last breath thanking my beloved for allowing me to spend my life with them it will be their Holy and Celestial visage that takes my hand and walks me into the next life, a life I plan to use chasing them down once more.