#i need to stop putting lore in the tags since nobody ever reads them

[ballisticallytestedwensleydale]

haHA I am Autistic™ (patent pending) and writing a DND campaign and I will listen to Dostoevsky whilst doing it because this is Me™ (patentented). Also my best friend is a literal clone of me. Not even kidding. They escaped the cloning facility and now we have formed a symbiotic system in which we each feed off of the others descent into insanity and subsequent reascent into reason. I would simultaneously listen to their problems whilst we both sit on armchairs with a crackling fire and excitedly gossip and sit in silence on a grassy hill at midnight marvelling at the endless wonder of the cosmos.

Anyway to the 3 lab rats I have in a basement called my followers how are y'all today

[wowheadquarters]

I have a little idea for the 1k followers. As I followed this blog recently, I was wondering about his history. If you feel like it, could do a summary? Like, why did you start it? Your first joy/disappointment. Any thing that we haven't see that you might want to share. Absolutely anything about the blog and you. (If you're comfortable with it of course)

This is a very good idea, lovable anon, I’ll try.

History:

It was 17th November 2015, somewhen in Tuesday afternoon. I don’t remember what exactly sparked the idea of starting this blog, but I can say for certain that it was heavily inspired by the @bleachlists (which is, if you ask me, better humor than canon Bleach). And thus the first list was born.

(I never expected this blog to get famous. Or followers besides bots for that matter. I hoped, maybe, for a little circle of, like, 5 actual readers. I certainly didn’t think I would keep this blog for longer than 4 months. That’s how it is with me usually, I have bursts of inspiration but lack long-term dedication. The fact that this blog is still going is a miracle.)

At first the lists were written in the “chat” style. I had to make up my own prompts, because the two followers or so only hearted the posts but didn’t interact with me at all otherwise. That’s why the activity was very irregular at the time, I was writing when I was inspired and thus a month could pass without a word from me and then boom, three posts in a week. Additionally, I wasn’t writing only lists, but also short stuff, kind of like “Slice of life from Azeroth.” Of these the most famous is Chromie and Dragons and in my opinion the best one and not enough appreciated one is Kel’thuzad’s Heard Of Sylvanas’ Plans.

The first breakthrough came in January 2016 when an anon, who made me happy so much that I called them “lovable” in the list and kept on doing so for all following anons, requested the very first requested list, the Care of Babies list. For a long time this has been the list with the most notes. Now there are too many lists to keep count and Tumblr doesn’t do “the best of your posts,” but still it is one of the most popular posts I have and along with the Chromie and Dragons it still pops up in my notifications. Around April 2016 I had stable enough queue of requested lists to stop making up my own prompts, thus I could completely rely on prompts from followers, most of them from anons.

Another important milestone was August of the same year: First of all, I came up with a posting schedule (Fridays and Mondays, but two months later I understood that was too fast - It ate the prompts faster than they were prompted, and I wasn’t managing it). Then Taedal was added to the lists, at first he was meant as a joke, as I keep reminding him and everyone else, and somehow it happened he stayed here. Additionally, Varian and Vol’jin’s deaths were acknowledged, putting Anduin on the list. Soon after, Garrosh joined in from beyond the veil to annoy Vol’jin in his afterlife.

About this time the blog began to create it’s own lore (and not only the L.O.R.E.), and I even had the (short-spanned) will to mystify people that Taedal is going to get his own expansion. I even had a sideblog dedicated to Taedal (in fact, it was Taedal’s own blog, intentioned as a RP blog but somehow it never…got much traffic) and even a wiki. The wiki still exists! I like to think of this as the Golden Age of HeadQuarters verse, when I even got fanfics on AO3 and a dozen of drawings for this blog even. This blog lives in an alternate universe where there is a new isle west of Pandaria and Garrosh adopted 37 dead children in the afterlife and learned to be a better person (not necessarily the same as good person, but let’s not lose hope).

I don’t remember exactly on what occasion in the 2017 the Interviews were added, but they were the first not-list which were requestable (that is, they weren’t the short filler stuff I used to make before). I think it was to celebrate the first 100 followers but I might be wrong. The first Interview was held with Taedal, by my decision, and ever since then the Interviews went by request every twenty days, moved to every other Wednesday, later as of not-so-recently, every other Tuesday. In the history of the Interviews, there happened to be only one which wasn’t published, because nobody asked any questions. (It was Interview with Kel’thuzad, pt. 3, and I jokingly said that “ when we met, the Archlich thought I used the Interview as an excuse to go out for a date with him and things went awkward” which resulted in this Top N list).

From there things went rather fast. To here actually. As a celebration for 600 followers (or was it 500? Memory fails me) I began writing Top N, sort of as of a filler in between the Interviews, so actually now this blog has moved back to the biweekly posting scheme very close to the one from 2016. Earlier this year (2018), there was a list about attack on not-Theramore, where I made up a character especially for my timeline speculations - because timeline shenanigans, it is a bronze dragon, and because it is representing me, the character is called Authormi. That is a very poor play on the word “author” (because I am the author of this blog) and the “-ormu/ormi” suffix characteristic for the Bronze dragonflight. Coincidentally, it was also the first time I have referred to myself with any sort of name here on this blog (besides the FAQ where is a link to my main blog) and I am using it since.

An important part of the blog is post maintenance when I try to at least twice a month (but if I’m very responsible, then every Friday evening) go thorough the blog, update the Interview, Top N, and L.O.R.E. pages, delete old request asks and so on. However, over the years a good number of not-request asks had piled up in here. They were…not filtered here and the blog seemed messy with them. Which is why Authormi vs. Inbox tag was created and from time to time when too many not-request asks pile here, I dump them into these post as a sort of archive. I admit that it is not, uh… ideal in case you are looking for something specific, but it keeps the blog clean. Well, cleaner.

The most recent new development of the blog was the addition of the Allied Races leaders - Alleria Windrunner for the Void Elves/Ral’dorei, High Exarch Turalyon for the Lightforged, Jaina Proudmoore for Kul Tiras, First Arcanist Thalyssra for the Nightborne Elves/Shal’dorei, Mayla Highmountain for the Highmountain Tauren Tribes, Overlord Geya’rah for the Mag’har Orcs, and Princess Talanji for the Zandalari. The choice of the leaders is taken from the information on the Allied Races from Wowpedia.

Speaking of Wowpedia, it is my primal source, besides personal experience, when it comes to writing the lists. I used to rely on WoWWiki, but, uh… that one turned a bit messy a couple of years ago and I never get around to check on it now. When I don’t know something, I look it up on Wowpedia. If it’s not on Wowpedia, I consider it a Free Real Estate lore wildcard, which means I can bullshit it out as long as it is lore/character consistent. I pride myself on giving the characters (leaders) some actual character, because, now correct me if I am wrong, Blizzard writers confuse character personality for that wind flapping pole. I am not saying that I am writing “good” or “pure” characters. They have faults, they are prejudiced, foolhardy, depressed (in not romantic ways), mean, holding grudges. Some, like Garrosh, Genn or Gallywix, are more straightforward in their flaws than others, but I am pouring a cup of sour traits to everyone here. (What I am saying here is: Be critical when you read your favorite leader’s opinion. They might not be right and/or honest.)

Overview, as of today, Monday 19th November 2018:

Published 174 lists, 24 more in the queue + bunch of requests hanging in the asks among the posts. (Somebody needs to do their maintenance)

Published 25 Interviews, 9 more in the queue + some in the asks too, I think I saw one request or two.

Published 21 Top N lists (most favoured number for N is 10), 0 in the queue.

1009 followers, woooo! I love you all. Except the 1009th one who is a porn bot, you can go fuck yourself. ‘Xcuse me. 1008 followers now!

The blog is 3 years and 2 days old. Happy birthday!

Authormi’s pick of lists to read (besides the one linked):

What they say far too often: Vintage one, so you see what the old style was like.

What do the think of the heroes: Meta one!

Their pick for a movie night: There were no guesses on what movie is a Ayeroth-verse of what Earth-verse. I am proud of some of those titles.

No Orc Invasion: The first timeline speculation, which I really lvoed. If somebody was to write that AU, I’d read it actually.

If they could erase one person from existence: Another timeline speculation. I like making those!

Draw the squad: Maybe you could draw the squad?

Watching Les Misérables: This one was an especially important journey for me, because this list is why I saw the musical in the first place. Later I read the book too (I love the book), got into some Les Mis RP, made some very good friends out of that… Yeah, I owe this one lovable anon who requested it a lot. (More or less, now I am also a professional Valjean RPer, except I don’t get paid for it. Whenever somebody who knows me joins a new RP server and they haven’t got Valjean, they usually ask me. Like… what? How? Why? Why do you all think I am a good Valjean? Why- Never mind, this is a Warcraft blog. Moving on.)

Spell of the Violent Tongue: The first time it has been brought to my attention that I think about the characters in a way a lot fo other people doesn’t, because this list surprised a lot of readers, and by surprised I mean hit into feels so hard they complained to me. I talked about it with my mum later (family support is an important thing for me and mum is fan of Warcraft), and I’ve been told that “I treat the characters maybe a bit too realistically.” PSA for everybody: Warcraft is a story about broken people and violent racism.

Their God Tier: For the people who are fan of Homestuck too. (Homestuck itself is good. The fandom is weird)

Garrosh’s 37 ghost children: By which they became more or less canon on this blog, a regular stuff which is to be counted with.

How do they insult people: The most recent popular post.

Interview with Azshara: My personally favorite thing I have ever written for this blog, as in, I don’t think I am going to peak it.

Interview with Luxien: Because I want to press Taedal’s story and “expansion” to everybody, read the interview with his older evil sister.

Top 10 favorite characters: I suppose you are a bit curious who my faves are, so here you go.

Top 10 changes to the story I would do: By heart I am a storywriter. I give such things a lot of thoughts. But as I’ve mentioned earlier, lack of dedication is… making things hard.

Other cool stuff to check out (maybe?):

Taedal’s expansion wiki, of course. I have a lot of thoughts about that world and story and… I would love to went about it a bit, too.

This very cool fanfic on AO3.

The official portrait of Taedal.

The official portrait of Authormi.

The description of this blog, as taken from my personal blog:

wowheadquarters (WoW HeadQuarters, World of Warcraft Headquarters, WoWHQ) is by far my most popular blog, despite being younger than SNTS. I add new content twice a week, on Tuesday and Friday. I never thought I’d make more than 10 posts in total, but there we go. I admit that the original idea comes from bleachlists, but it has sort of evolved since then. I am trying to keep the blog not contradicting the canon, but some things in the HeadQuartersverse might not always agree with the official lore

Final words from Authormi:

Oh my fucking god, this is really unbelieveable that this thing is still going on. I never expected this blog to live beyond a month. I never thought I’d get more than 20 followers. I have 1000 now? That’s… is that Tumblr-famous? I’ve never had this many followers. Do you all read this? All the stuff? Am I shaping your view on the Warcraft universe? This is too much power for one person to have.

You want to know what’s actually my happiest memory connected to this blog? It was actually some time back (because my memory is a mess, I can’t tell you how far back), I had a really, really stuffed couple of weeks. A lot of to do, but also mentally exhausted, I was in a bad place for a bit there. Usually I am able to kick myself in the ass, sit down and make up the list on the go, even if it is bound to be miserable wreck of text, I write it. Sometimes when I am super done and tired, I write it on Saturday evening and pretend it’s Friday and so far everyone’s been so kind and there’s been no comment to that. But in those two or three weeks I just… couldn’t. Even clinging to this self-made structure was too exhausting. I wasn’t on Tumblr for basically the whole time (my main blog was fuelled by the queue). Sometimes when I am in a good place, I write lists in advance and schedule them, but at that time no such a thing took place, so this blog went silent without announcement and I couldn’t care less. When I finally found it in me to come online, my inbox greeted me with various people who were asking me if I was okay and whether or not I am still alive written in a very worried manner. And you know… reading that helped me a lot at the moment. It was a reminder that somebody here cares for me and cares for what I do and… Yeah, it was a damn motivation to get myself together a bit and write stuff and do some stuff. Since then I’m trying to announce in advance if I think I am not going to make it, and even then I am still trying to write the list as soon as possible when I am fit to.

A story for your amusement on this “write it when possible” note. This summer I was with my 4 younger siblings (my oldest sister, still younger than I, turned 18 last Thursday, the youngest sibling who also happens to be a sister is 4, but I don’t live with all the siblings, blah blah divorced parents blah blah, not related) and dad and grandfather in the beautiful village (or town?) of Au in Austria. I took my old laptop with me (I’ve got a new one recently) which had battery that could live on it’s own for, like 10 minutes. The house we were living in had no wi-fi, but there was a village-wide public wi-fi… which din’t reach the house. The nearest was at the bus stop, but that one was shaky, and the good reliable hotspot was at the park, 10 minutes of walk away from the house. Now, it was nearly Friday and I needed to post the list. So I wrote it int he laptop’s notepad, then turned off its life support, took it and dashed across all of Au to the wi-fi hotspot, formatted the document into a list, and hit post. About 2 minutes later, the laptop died.

I am thinking about making another blog directly meant for the asks, request or not, and those would stay there. What do you all think? Maybe I would lose things there, I am quite capable of it.

I’d love to talk about Taedal and his demons and his entire story a bit more. But I haven’t got, like, a reason to do so. I am sort of insecure in this matter, I sort of have the feeling that nobody really cares for Taedal here. “What are you thinking, a ‘good demon’ OC?” (Ask me about Taedal and his faction and the Broken and Distant Worlds expansion. I have an expansion and half planned in my head.)

There is some kind of an expectation or anticipation in me to have someone from Blizz discovering this blog and some big consequences happening. I am not sure whether I want it to happen or not. I mean, I am a bit… too-critical of their work in attempt to please the crowd here. (It’s easy to search for flaws when you take the good stuff as the norm. You are actually doing a good job, Blizzard, in the terms of game developing and marketing. But there is that one post going around which says that Warcraft lore/story is written by 9 people who cannot talk to each other. In this spirit, I am sure that there are 4 people writing charcter psychological profiles who don’t know of each other’s existence. Your animation is a snack, though.)

Wow. I suck at summaries. This is as brief as it gets.

[samwinlover-blog]

Dusty Shelves

Pairing: Sam x librarian!reader  Characters: Sam, the reader Warnings: light swearing, light angst, not much else!  Summary: The reader is a librarian who spends most of her time curled up with a book in the back of the library. Sam’s on a case in her town (which also happens to be Bobby’s town), spending most of his time pouring over lore books in the very same section. Over time Sam comes back to visit his friend in Souix Falls more and more, and coincidentally starts going to the library during those visits. As he starts to notice her, hunched over a story in the way back, he finds himself more and more drawn to everything she does. Will fate tug them together, or is it just not in the cards for these two?  Tag List: @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione@mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond​ @amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010@mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat@spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage@evyiione@winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke@therewillbeblood@megansescape@taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester@notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137

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Cozy, familiar, if not a little boring- that’s what your job was as a local librarian. You really didn’t mind the work, even if it was sometimes pointless, as long as you got to actually read the books in addition to stacking them over and over. 

In truth, that was one of the only reasons you kept the job- for a small library in Sioux Falls, the selection was really amazing. And, being as you were an employee, you had first pick on the books you wanted. 

Most of your days were spent rushing through your actual tasks that were meant to eat up time. And then, when you’d sloppily finished, you’d pour through the catalogs or curl up by a window in the back to read something you’d selected. 

Currently you were obsessed with anything by Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist in particular. Even though you’d already read the text two or three times, that didn’t stop you from reading it a fourth. 

It was the perfect little spot, your seat by the window. Overlooking a crowded street in the town, it provided a wall from the outside world. With the stillness of the library muffling all sounds from below, and that thick glass separating you from the rest of the insanity, it was easy to get lost in a story. 

Because that was your favorite part about reading, the places you could go. When you found a book you truly liked, which was pretty much all of them, you’d get so wrapped up by the plot and characters that it felt like you were flying. 

Lovers die tragically? You’d feel that same pain crack something deep within your chest. Best friends reunite after years and years of solitude? Bubbly, unabridged joy ripples through you as it did them. 

It always fascinated you, even from a young age, how simple words on a page could evoke such emotion- such passion. It almost felt unfair, like something you should keep hidden so nobody could steal or take this amazing thing. 

So, there you sat, the book placed in your lap and you hunched over its pages. On a particularly sunny day, you’d chosen Jane Ere as something you wanted to read again- you’d always had a genuine love for the classics. 

But then he walked in. 

This man you’d never seen before, dressed in jeans and a worn out flannel, walked right into your own private haven. You were in such a remote section, hardly anyone ever came back there- save for couples looking for a new makeup spot or people who were legitimately lost.  

So when you saw this random guy, who had never been to the library before, sat right down and pull out a book on witchcraft, it raised a few red flags. 

Your shock must have been written all over your face, because before long he looked up from his book and smiled awkwardly, “Uh, it’s for a history paper.”

“Oh,” You replied- equally as uncomfortable, “Sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to get in your business- read what you want.” 

“No! No, uh, it’s totally fine, sorry for disturbing you.” He craned his neck to read the title of your book, “Jane Eyre? That’s a really good one- get ready for a wild ending.” 

“Oh I’ve already read it,” You smiled and shifted your gaze to his face- he had such a kind face, “But yeah, the ending’s pretty good.” 

Something sparked in his hazel eyes, and they seemed to light up as he responded, “Not too many people are into the classics these days, huh?” 

“All I usually read,” You replied with a small chuckle. Jesus, not four words and you were already starting to open up to this guy- you didn’t even know his name! 

Days passed until you finally put a name to the face- Sam Winchester. He’d arrive around 9am and stay until 9pm, almost the exact time your shift started and ended. Conversations happened intermittently, between chapters you’d exchange a few words, or maybe even sneak a glance or two. But nothing more than that, the two of you merely read in the same, desolate section. 

Everyday he seemed to be reading a different book on witches, witchcraft, or witch trials. You wondered what type of paper he was writing that requires so much research, or what college he went to being as there weren’t that many in the area. 

One day you decided to ask him about it, “Must be some paper you’re writing.” You commented, barely looking up from your own page. 

“Yeah,” He replied with a laugh, “I took the class for the credits, I had no idea it was gonna be this much.” 

“Where do you go to college?” You asked again, this time folding the corner of your page and looking up at him. 

“Stanford,” He replied cooly, pointing to a logo on the sleeve of his shirt, “But I’m doing a year down at USF, it’s a little down the road.” 

“Oh cool, I’ve heard of it, why USF? It’s not exactly California.” 

“I don’t know, I needed something new, something a little different.” He leaned forward to rest his chin in his hand, “And I have relatives here so I thought I might as well be close to them for a bit.” 

“Oh, really? Anyone I would know- it’s a pretty small town.” 

“Uh, Bobby Singer? He’s my Uncle.” He replied, as if he knew what the name meant to nearly everyone in town. Bobby Singer, the town drunk. 

Honestly it was more of a joke than an actual nuisance at this point, the trouble he’d cause on drunken rampages. Sometimes he’d wander onto your college campus, one time he even walked right past your dorm, but he usually stayed on the other side of town. 

But more than that, you saw him around the library constantly. It was the strangest thing, but he always looked at the same types of books Sam was into- some genre he called “lore” and asked for repeatedly.

“Bobby Singer?” You repeated, trying to hide the amusement on your face, “I didn’t know he had a nephew.” 

Sam just chuckled and looked down at his page, “He has two- my brother and I. But Dean’s not really the reading type.” 

You were officially hooked on Sam Winchester- because he was definitely a drug. The more you talked to him, the more you wanted to know. The more you saw him, the more you got used to seeing him, and eventually looked forward to spending time with him. 

The conversations grew longer and your time spent actually reading grew shorter. He’d tell you stories about his insane childhood- moving around constantly with his brother due to his dad’s on-the-go job. And you’d do the same, although yours had been pretty cookie-cutter in comparison to his.  

He’d call you a “terrible influence,” and complain that he’d “never finish his paper with you distracting him like that,”. But when you asked how you were the one doing the distracting, being as he started 99% of the conversations, he’d just shrug and say, “I don’t know, (Y/N), there’s something about you.” 

But then one day he didn’t show up, and then the next and the next. Until weeks had passed and you were pretty sure he was gone for good. 

You even went as far as to “restock” the books in the surrounding sections- aka check to see if he’d moved. But, no, Sam was nowhere to be found. 

Another week went by and still nothing, so you just assumed he’d finished his paper, or gone back to Stanford. After that your life went back into it’s same, monotonous, pattern. Work, read, repeat. Work, read, repeat. You really did miss having someone so interesting to talk to, everything else seemed like a waste of time. 

5 days later you were curled up in that same section, hunched over Moby Dick this time. You’d long since finished Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables and a few more, so you decided to go in a different direction. 

You’d already read a thick chunk of the story, riding the waves with Ishmael and dreading the return of that infamous whale, when Sam walked into the room. 

At first you couldn’t believe your eyes, he’d been gone for 3 months. Months. But when he sat down at his usual table and pulled out an old book titled Ghouls, Goblins and Other Mythical Figures, you knew it was him. 

“(Y/N)?” He looked to your seat by the window before delving into his book, seemingly surprised. 

“Sam?” You echoed, “Where have you been?” 

A smile tugged on his face, and you realized what you’d said, “Oh, I, uh, I mean how’s the paper going?” 

You’d made it obvious, so god damn obvious what talking to him had meant to you. And for someone as educated as Sam, you knew he picked up on it in a heartbeat, “I finished the paper. And as much as I’d love to come here and talk to you everyday, I don’t think my professor would see it as a reasonable excuse to skip classes.” 

You were the one smiling now, “But isn’t talking to me just as educational as any college course?” 

“Hmm, definitely,” He agreed, nodding his head and putting his book down on the table, “But I don’t think she’d see it that way.” 

You laughed, content on ending the conversation there, but he kept it going, “Moby Dick?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Let me guess, it’s your sixth time reading it? Seventh?” He chuckled and nodded towards the book resting in your lap. 

“No, you ass!” You rolled your eyes, “First time actually.” 

“Oh, I see,” He grinned, “We’ve got a Moby Dick virgin over here! Looks like I’ve found the only book (Y/N) hasn’t read?” 

“Hah, hah, very funny.” You looked to the sky again, the perfect picture of pleasant annoyance, “Read your dusty old book so you don’t fail your paper, Winchester.”

“Let me ask you something,” 

“What is it now?” 

“Do you ever do any actual librarian work?” He asked, running a hand through his perfectly shaggy hair and giving you a wink. 

You felt your cheeks flush red and saw the devilish look on his face when he noticed your reaction, “Focus on your book!!” 

[daringdragons]

[Pictured: Mira, Thain, Kepi, Ameria]

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And Then There Was Three; its hard to shake the feeling, these phonies make my blood run cold

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Mira didn’t want to murder somebody in the throne room. Truly, she didn’t. It wouldn’t reflect well on the kingdom in the eyes of other clans, and it would be impossible to get the blood out of the tapestries.

Nonetheless. A certain fellow advisor of hers was testing her limits, and really, it was only a matter of time before she snapped.

Mira was born into a noble Maren family, to a very well respected king and queen. From the start, she was afforded the best education, covering a wide range of topics, even those not related to her people, and when she wasn’t taking her lessons, she was observing her father in his kingly duties. When she made the decision to leave her parents’ kingdom under the sea, she spent quite a while traveling around Sornieth, educating herself further in every way she could. Then, after she had found a home in Roava, she had served as the king’s primary advisor, and, if she said so herself, had done a very fine job of counseling him.

So, when Thain, the healer, the new queen’s friend, came in with his sneers and scoffs at her guidance and input, with his constant arguments and his know-it all-attitude, Mira couldn’t help but find herself just a tad bit homicidal.

Despite such urges, she liked to think of herself as level-headed, within reason. Sure, she was strong enough to put most dragons in their place with a little bit of force, but she had been taught that it was always best to at least attempt to talk things out first.

Which she had been trying to do. For the past two months. Every time Thain disagreed with what she had to say, she tried to explain to him the sense in her ideas, all the while gritting her teeth that she had to explain herself at all. Things began to escalate, though, more and more as the weeks went on, until not a day could go by without at least one venomous exchange of words between the two.

Things with Rasmus had been different. He was no puppet, and she no puppetmaster, but he had understood that when it came to running a kingdom, she had the knowledge that he needed. Of course, there had been times when he had disagreed with what she had to say, had gone against her advice, and that was fine; she was there to advise, to offer guidance, not to argue him into submission.

At first, she had thought that being Kepi’s advisor would be much the same - she knew the new queen, considered her almost family, and had thought that the respect she felt towards her went both ways.

And perhaps it did, but one wouldn’t quite know it by the way that Kepi often kept quiet as Mira and Thain argued and sniped at each other, the once tranquil throne room feeling more and more like a battleground.

(There were times, few and far between, when the queen would finally intervene, snapping at Thain to stop, to let Mira speak her piece. Those were small victories, tainted by the glares between Kepi and Thain that would follow, causing Mira to wonder, not for the first time, just who was in charge.

Mira rarely had moments alone with Kepi, and when she did, those thoughts were always on the tip of her tongue, questions of if there was something the new queen needed to tell her, if there was anything she needed to know about the mysterious iceborn healer. Something always stopped her from voicing such questions, though; someone interrupting, or the need to discuss important matters regarding the kingdom. Months later, perhaps, she would wonder what might’ve happened had she not been so damn hesitant.)

Things came to a head just over three months after Rasmus had fallen into his coma, two months since Kepi’s coronation. They had been gathered at the small, round table that often sat in the middle of the throne room, parchment spread out as they went over any issues that needed attending to; Thain and Mira sat across from each other, on either side of Kepi, while Ameria, the queen’s assistant and occasional advisor, sat across from her.

Thain had shown up only a few minutes prior, and while Mira attempted to focus on what she was reading, she could just tell that Thain was gearing up to say something, something that she knew she wouldn’t like. His brow was furrowed, his lip twitching as though he wanted to smirk, but knew that he shouldn’t; both things she had come to recognize as meaning something vile was about to spill from his mouth.

She could not of predicted just what he was going to say, though, and had she been able to, she very well might of punched him in his face before he could even say a word, consequences be damned.

“I’ve just come from checking on your brother, Kepi,” He began with no preamble, leaning forward. The queen, busy with reading the parchment in her hand, looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“And how is he doing today? Any changes?”

While Ravi, the king’s son, was his father’s primary healer, Thain often checked in to see how he might be able to help.

“I’m afraid not, no, though he remains stable.” The queen “hmmed” in response, her attention already returning to other matters.

“I have been thinking, though,” The healer continued after a brief pause, and Mira braced herself for whatever Thain had been thinking about. “And I believe that perhaps I should take over his care.”

Mira froze, Thain’s words taking a few long moments to properly register in her mind, and even then, she was sure she must have misheard him; she was even more sure that she must have also misheard Kepi’s response.

“That sounds fine to me, so long as it won’t interfere with your duties here.”

The conversation continued, but it was a quiet buzz in Mira’s ears, a dull roar overtaking her thoughts until she finally interrupted with a very quiet:

“What?”

All eyes turned to her, but her own gaze was locked onto Thain, as he narrowed his eyes at her, sensing a challenge.

“Is something the matter, Mira?” He prodded, feigning innocent curiosity.

“You…you can’t just…what about Ravi?”

“What about him?”

““What about him?” He’s already caring for the king, why would you need to take over?” Thain had the gall to roll his eyes and Mira had to grip the table with both hands to prevent herself from lunging at him.

“He’s much too close to the whole situation. If we have any hope of ever finding a way to wake up our queen’s poor brother, it won’t be through him. He’s so…emotional. It’s clouding his judgement, and I simply don’t think that-”

The healer was cut off by hands slapping roughly against the table as Mira stood, towering above them all, the wood nearly splintering beneath her hands. She was an imposing sight, and she knew it.

“That’s enough,” She practically snarled, her eyes swirling whirlpools of rage. “I’ve sat here for two long months and listened to you argue with me at every turn, give horrible advice, and just be an all around terrible presence, but I will not sit by and let you speak that way about Ravi.”

Ravi was family, her mate’s brother, a shining light among them before all of the stress of his father’s sudden illness came crashing down upon him.

(She often looked at Ravi and saw the little brother she left behind at home, sweet and loving and entirely too empathetic.)

Mira could let most arguments between her and Thain lie, had grown increasingly numb towards her advisor related duties, but this was different, this was Ravi, and the odds of her shoving her trident through the healer’s chest in the near future had just increased tenfold.

“Of course he’s emotional, it’s his father, but if you think for one moment that he would allow his emotions to cloud his judgement or get in the way of finding some sort of cure, then you’re an even bigger fool than I previously thought.”

Thain stood as well, a cold fury burning in his eyes, and oh how Mira wished for him to give her a reason, an actual, plausible reason for her to attack him in this moment. If he struck first, nobody would be able to quite blame her for whatever may happen next.

“How dare you, you will regret-”

“Stop,” The queen hissed, standing as well, clearly sensing just how close Mira was to leaping across the table. “Stop it, the both of you. I will not have any more fighting between you two. Thain, sit down.”

As the Nocturne begrudgingly did as she said, Kepi turned her gaze to Mira, softening slightly. Mira was coming to realize just how good of an actor the queen was, knowing that the way that her face turned sympathetic, her tone grew quiet, was all just an act. A good one, but not one that Mira was going to fall for any longer

“Mira, I know that it’s difficult to hear, but I trust Thain in this. If he says that Ravi is no longer fit, then I wish only to relieve Ravi of at least some of his stress, and for Rasmus’ situation to receive the best possible attention.”

Mira couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and she was quick to make that clear.

“If you seriously believe that he will do any better than Ravi, Ravi who is doing everything in his power to bring Rasmus back to us, then perhaps you’re a fool as well.”

(Mira realized in that moment that perhaps not all of the anger that she’d been feeling had been because of Thain.)

Kepi’s face instantly darkened, hardening as she straightened up, any trace of sensitivity gone as she spoke.

“Get out of my throne room. Now.”

Later, maybe Mira would regret her words, falling too quickly from her mouth before she could filter herself, but for now she simply gave a mirthless laugh.

“Gladly,” She spat, knocking her chair to the ground as she turned and stormed out of the room.

All the while, Ameria stayed silent in her seat, the normally talkative Spiral deciding it best to stay out of everything. It’s not that she didn’t agree with Mira in every way, no, she just had a different way of going about things.

Because she, too, had seen the secretive glances that Thain and Kepi occasionally shared, had caught snippets of the verging on threatening way that he sometimes spoke to the queen, and it worried her.

She stayed quiet, bit her tongue more times than not, because she was afraid of Thain, of whatever his intentions were, but she was even more afraid of leaving him alone with Kepi. If she were to leave, or to be kicked out as Mira had been, he would be the only voice left whispering in the queen’s ear.

And Ameria, caring to a fault, refused to let that happen. She wasn’t entirely sure that she trusted the new queen yet, despite all of the good that she’d been doing for the kingdom, but that didn’t mean that she was going to leave her all alone with one of the most loathsome dragons that Ameria had ever met.

And so she would endure Thain’s cold glares, as though he was wishing her away, too, and she would not allow him to bait her into inane arguments, using her charm and quick wit to remain on Kepi’s good side. For the sake of the kingdom, but for the sake of the queen, as well.

-

I really liked this when I wrote it last night at 3 in the morning, but now I’m like??? It really got away from me there at the end, but oh well, it serves it’s intended purpose, which is to be a brief interlude between actual “official” parts of the main story.

There may or may not be one or two more things like this before the “actual” story keeps going (in quotation marks because, I mean, this is part of the story, it just doesn’t overly progress things along, other than giving some insight into some things, as well as getting Mira out of the throne room and Ravi away from his father), but we’ll see! I really just want to get to the rest of the story because it’s been sitting in my head for so long.

Mira is channeling all of you guys that fuckin hate Thain too lololol she’d like to hand out tridents to all of you :’D

if anybody has any questions about anybody here, I’m dying to yell about Mira and Ameria in particular, so feel free to ask! :3 fingers crossed that my next update is less than two months from now ;o;

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This Car (His Name is Riley)

This is one of my four entries for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My prompt for this entry was #21 “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me!” - Mike, Monsters Inc. Quote will be in bold.

Song Inspiration for the Series: “This Car” by Cassadee Pope. 

Summary: You, Dean, and Baby have made a lot of memories together.

Word Count: 1300-ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is actually going to be a part of my new “This Car” Series. It’s not so much a continuous series as it is a bunch of one shots set in the same storyline. Parts will jump back in forth in time as I post them but when I organize them into an actual Master List I will be listing them in chronological order. Tags at the bottom.

You eyed the impala from the entryway of the shelter, watching as Dean intently flipped through the pages of some book in the driver’s seat. Apparently, it hadn’t taken him as long as you thought it would to find the information you needed at the library.

You looked down at your new friend to find him happily staring back at you and you couldn’t help but smile, crouching down so you were on his level.  

“Well Riley, looks like we are going to be meeting Dean a little sooner than expected. He’s a little scary at first but don’t worry, he’s really just a big teddy bear. Just let me do the talking and we should be fine.”

You leaned forward, kissing the side of his face obnoxiously before standing to your full height and leading him out of the building. Dean was so absorbed in whatever lore he was reading that he didn’t notice you approaching, but you kept your eyes on him just in case. By the time you reached the back door of the impala Dean still had yet to notice you, and you stole another look down at Riley. His excitement was contagious and you once again found yourself smiling as all your nerves slipped away. 

You threw the back door open and Dean turned, flashing you a smile from behind the glass when he saw it was only you. In that same moment, as Dean turned left to look at you, Riley jumped into the back seat slipping right under Dean’s radar. But once he spotted the man in the front seat all of his stealth slipped away, and the German Shepard began attacking Dean’s neck with kisses.

“What the hell?!”

“Hi Dean,” you laughed as he whipped around to face the creature attacking him, but this new angle only gave Riley better access to Dean’s face. Riley was barking and whining excitedly now, tail wagging furiously as he showered Dean with kisses. The bewildered hunter trying to push him away all the while. You slid into the back seat, shutting the door and pulling Riley to a seat next to you, petting his head lovingly. “Riley, what did we say about letting me do the talking?”

Riley gave you a few kisses in response and you smiled, turning to Dean who was looking at you like you had gone insane.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’ There is a dog in my car!”

“I know isn’t he cute!”

Dean looked at you in disbelief. “We sent you in there to get information! Not a dog!”

“Relax, I got the information… and Riley,” you added on cheerfully.  

“Take it back right now.”

You continued petting Riley as you glared at Dean, “One, he’s not an it. His name is Riley. And two, not gonna happen.”

“I’m not going to say it again. Put that thing back where it came from or so help me-” Before Dean could finish his thought, the passenger door swung open and Sam slid in to the front seat.  

“So I talked to the sheriff and… Oh cool, a dog.” As soon as he noticed Riley his face lit up and he reached back, giving his head a scratch. Riley greeted Sam much the same way as he had Dean. But unlike his brother, Sam merely scrunched up his face and happily let the dog give him a kiss.  

Dean looked at his brother in disbelief. “Seriously?”

Sam glanced at his brother, offering him a shrug before turning his attention back to you. “What’s his name?”

You smiled proudly. “Riley.”

Sam smiled, “Hi Riley, I’m Sam.”

Dean rubbed a hand over his face, “Great. Now you’re talking to it too.”

“Riley,” you and Sam corrected in unison, followed by a bark from the pup himself.  

“So is he part of the case or…?” Sam questioned, looking up at you as he continued scratching Riley’s ear.  

“Nope, I’m keeping him.”

“No, you’re not. I’m serious Y/N, take him back right now or I swear to god…”

“I can’t, Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around Riley and hugging him protectively. “He’s on death row in there! If I take him back, they’re going to put him down if nobody else takes him. He’s only four, Dean, have a heart!”

Dean sighed, glancing between the occupants of his car and groaning when he saw the three pairs of puppy-dog eyes staring back at him.

“If he chews up anything…”

You squealed in excitement, leaning forward and throwing your arms around Dean from behind, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Have I ever told you I loved you?”

Dean rolled his eyes but you didn’t miss the smirk that pulled at his lips, “Yeah, yeah.”

You smiled, pressing one last kiss to his cheek before settling in and letting Dean drive you back to the motel.

The case had proved to be fairly simple, much to Dean’s relief. When he had first realized just how easy it was going to be, he hadn't wasted any time in suggesting Y/N sit it out to spend time with Riley. Surprisingly, she hadn't objected in the slightest and Dean was able to work the case without the constant fear of something happening to her. 

It wasn’t that he thought she couldn’t handle herself. He knew she could. But that never seemed to stop him from worrying. He had enough to worry about with Sam hunting beside him, and ever since Y/N had joined them that weight had doubled. It was a weight he was happy to carry, but he couldn’t deny that having a bit of it lifted every now and again was nice.

They had been able to wrap up the case within two days, and now the four of them were back on the road, making the long drive back home. It was late and Sam was already passed out against his window, a look in the rearview told Dean that Y/N was no better off. His eyes drifted from her sleeping figure to the dog sitting in the middle seat next to her, contently staring out the front windshield. 

The things he let slide with that girl astounded even him sometimes.

Dean turned his eyes back to the road, driving on in silence for a little while longer. In the quiet he almost forgot he wasn't alone in the car, that is until he heard the quiet exhale of the beast next to him. His eyes flickered to the side for a moment, noticing that Riley now had his chin resting against the back rest, before looking back to the road. Without really thinking about it he reached up, absentmindedly scratching Riley’s head. But, after a few moments, Riley began licking his hand causing Dean to quickly pull away and wipe it off on Sam’s shirt sleeve.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

They drove on in silence for a few more minutes until Dean found himself, once again, looking into the rearview mirror. Not much had changed. Y/N was still fast asleep and Riley was still awake, patiently watching out the front window. 

Dean shifted his gaze back to the road, but suddenly he found him self talking. To a dog of all things. Something he would never admit to Sam or Y/N.

“Listen, I know I already told Y/N she could keep you, and it’s not like I can go back on that now, but I’ve got one more condition if you want to stay... On top of you not chewing up my shoes or pissing on my floor, got it?” Dean looked towards Riley to find the dog already curiously staring back. “I need you to look after my girl whenever I’m not around, okay big guy? You think you can do that?” 

A sudden slobbery lick to the ear almost made Dean swerve off the road, but he  kept control and tilted his head out of the dog’s reach. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Even though he was mildly disgusted, he couldn’t hold back his smile. Maybe having a dog around would turn out to be a good thing after all.

He watched as Riley finally settled down in the back seat, turning in a few small circles before lying down, his head coming to a rest on Y/N’s lap. 

Yeah, definitely a good thing.

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