#ingredien

[mycupofstars]

Tagged by @spookylestat and @bilestat love you both!

3 Ships: Loustat/Devil's Minion (not choosing), Xiyao, JWDS, 4 disaster murder couples who literally invented love but then did not have sufficient instructions about what to do after that

First Ship: Xena/Gabrielle and Mulder/Scully pretty much around the same time period

Last Song: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) by Amberian Dawn. I said this in a tag thing this morning but I must again inform everyone very passionately that Amberian Dawn has a fully album of heavy metal ABBA covers.

Last Movie: Enys Men! Weird understated little folk horror, highly recommended but only with subtitles on (without subs I would have missed a very quiet very heavily accented bit on the radio in the background that was the key to the plot)

Currently Reading: Ghost Music by An Yu (quiet Chinese surrealism about an unhappy former concert pianist who starts getting mushrooms in the mail and having weird mushroom dreams), Ascension by Nicholas Binge (sci-fi thriller/horror about scientists investigating the sudden appearance of a mountain in the pacific ocean I will read any horror about mountains or oceans), and Dead Eleven by Jimmy Juliano (retro-style horror about a small island that seems to be voluntarily stuck in the year 1994 like neon colored Amish)

Currently Watching: Legend of Anle very slowly, working up the courage to start s2 of The Newsreader, I think I am starting yet another Beyond Evil rewatch now that Shin Ha Kyun is about to be in a similar show apparently

Currently Consuming: Fascinated by how this is worded and choosing to go with a food direction! Extremely strong London fog tea and chocolate chip cookies

Currently Craving: I have all the ingredients for mushroom lasagna but it is not a mushroom lasagna yet and this is a tragic crime against me

As always I get anxious like a shivery purse dog trying to choose who to tag in these! Mutuals please join in!

[babbyspinch]

vegan recipes are nauseatingly expensive

[kihaku-gato]

Hearing that a drink can actually explode from a roofie if you put the right ingredients into the drink has got to be both the most horrific and glorious information I have ever just-learned.

Uno Reverse card, get assploded creep!

[health37]

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[georgelore]

i feel like it wouldve been more fair if they had the same ingrediens on both teams

[rohanshine18]

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[dankmemeslmao]

Cooking a Omelette Torta #shorts

#cookingvideo

#foodie

#recipe

#cookingtutorial

#homecooking

#howtocook

#foodporn

#instacooking

#cookingtips

#foodstagram

#yum

#delicious

#buzzfeast

#foodgasm

#foodlover

[abstractdiagram]

Tomarry darlins!! I have a new scene. It’s not a chapter per se. It’s getting where I want to go and I need to edit and flesh it out a bit. But it’s something written when I haven’t felt like writing in a month. So yay!! As always, hearts and comments are deeply appreciated (and to be honest, they’re needed!! lol)

The next potions class saw Tom and Harry at the same work station. Slughorn’s sly smile told Harry whose fault it was and he was delighted by the opportunity to fuck with Tom in his most publicly proficient class. Harry knew Tom’s strengths were more tuned to hexes, jinxes, and curses. But those were hardly praiseworthy pursuits and professors would be more likely to take house points than point out to other students how elegant the Bat Bogey Hex had been.

Tom stood rigidly at the table, his potions kit neatly ready in front of him and his eyes fixed on the board where the day’s assignment would appear. Harry grinned at him but Tom didn’t acknowledge his presence.

“Ladies and gentlemen. As we continue on our seventh year, we must remember what has come before. Today is a lesson I’m sure many of you remember from last year and I’m sure most of you, with one notable exception,” here, Slughorn turned and beamed at Tom. “will find it just as tricky now as it was then. Antidotes!”

Students’ muffled groans and sighs were cut off by Slughorn clapping his hands loudly. “You may talk to one another at your table but use your books sparingly. Mr. Riddle, why don’t you let Mr. Shelby take the lead for this one and you can step in as needed? I’m sure you remember the process by which an antidote is distilled?”

“Yes sir.” His voice was as stiff as his posture.

“Well then lads and ladies get to it! The potion you are to counteract is in the cauldron at the front. Get your samples and get going.”

The students moved forward in a slow ripple.

“Oh, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you -“ The room stilled. “Be careful! This potion isn’t lethal but it isn’t Hiccoughing Solution either.” Another round of muffled groans was cut by Tom’s clear, curt, “Yes, sir” and other students mumbled their agreement.

“Allow me.” Harry grinned again as he strode toward the cauldron. He came back with one decanter and Tom pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. “He said let me lead, yeah? Well, we don’t need two brews going. Here.”

Tom took the bottle and carefully poured it into his cauldron. It was maybe a half liter of pale blue liquid with a fine mist forming over its surface as it settled. It wasn’t one of the most commonly tested potions that they’d been concentrating on but the blue vapor swirling its surface was on the edge of his brain.

“Well, are you going to get started? We only have so long you know.”

“Relax. If you know how to.” But he didn’t move toward the blue potion. Instead he headed down to the student supply cupboard and nonchalantly rummaged around for a minute. When he found what he was looking for he sauntered back to their table.

Whatever it was, he must have pocketed it because Tom didn’t see it. Tom stared at him. “Antidotes take time. Time we won’t have if you keep wasting it.” His voice was low and tinged with frustration.

“Then why don’t you get moving if you’re so worried?”

“Slughorn said for you to lead, so lead.” Tom’s face was serious and his eyes were gleaming.

“I am.” Harry would sit back and put his feet on the table if the set up allowed but he settled for raising his hands above his head in a long reaching stretch.

Other students had been busy around them and Slughorn moved among them, tutting and rubbing his chin with one hand while standing over their efforts. He ignored Harry and Tom’s table, his back to them much of the time. Tom waited for Harry to start doing… anything really, to try to work up an antidote to the potion in front of them. The hour slid by until they’d been standing in mute stillness for ten minuted.

“Fine then! You daft git!” Tom exploded quietly. He hurried to take his ingredients and tools out, started a small flame under the cauldron. He chopped and measured and adjusted the flame and Harry was impressed despite himself by how little he referenced their text. It reminded him of Hermione in their sixth year and he touched the bezoar in his pocket. He’d felt guilty for using that trick from the Half Blood Prince then, but now… well, now it would be hilarious. Tom’s slightly disheveled and frantic look as the time wound down made him smile.

The rest of the class went quickly, and with a few minutes remaining Slughorn started at the far end of the room to evaluate everyone’s efforts. When he was halfway around the room Harry made his next move. Wandlessly and silently he sent a push of magic towards the vial of antidote Tom had managed to produce. It tipped and the stopper clinked from the top, the contents pooling on the table as the glass rolled toward the floor. Just as he expected, Tom tried to catch the vial and Harry used his distraction to Scourgify the table and cauldron of leftover antidote clean. When Tom stood up, glass in hand, his eyes flashed red. Harry grinned, knowing Tom wouldn’t cause a scene here and now, but also knowing how livid the other student must be. He had to fight the urge to taunt as waves of fury radiated from next to him.

“As I’m sure some of you recognized, this is a Jawbind potion. Characterized by the blue mistiness it creates. Now, you needent have known that to decant an antidote but I’m sure for those of you who did, it made a few choices easier. You didn’t recognize it.” He looked down at the cauldrons a pair of girls had been working on. “You would have used Frog’s Spleen instead of Newt’s Eye.” He made a comment over every attempt, tutting again once in a while and sighing dramatically. “We’ll have to practice this one people. Some of you may have created new poisons instead of a cure. None of you have succeeded in a full antidote. Yet.” Here he came to Harry and Tom. He looked perplexed at their empty table. “Boys?”

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the bezoar, holding it out to Slughorn on his flat raised palm. “We decided that since we didn’t know what the ‘poison’ was, the quickest and most efficient antidote would be this, Professor.”

Tom was nearly vibrating in place as Slughorn picked the stone up between fat fingers and looked at it. “A… what’s this… a bezoar?” Slughorn chortled. “A bezoar! Ha hah! Too right, yes! A bezoar would be a fitting antidote to this potion. Providing one could get it past the clenched teeth of the victim, it would counteract the effects nicely! Clever my boys. Clever!” He laughed again and turned to face the rest of the class with the stone held up as if they could see it. “A bezoar! For most potions and poisons discussed in our little classes this is an excellent example of a non-specific antidote. I should have been more specific myself in explaining the parameters as I expected a distilled potion but as I left the loophole open, we’ll consider this a lesson learned on my part.” He turned to face them and lowered his voice, “Next time though, I’ll expect a bit of potioneering in my potions class. Understood misters Riddle and Shelby?”

“Understood.” Tom’s voice was clipped and harsh

“Understood.” Harry’s voice held an edge of laughter. The bell sounded and Slughorn stepped away from their table, chuckling. Harry grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

He got about halfway down the corridor towards the dormitory before he felt it. He whirled and threw up a wordless Protego. The hex Tom had thrown at him bounced off the shield charm and Harry had a split second to cast it again before another spell came flying at him. He knew he was getting lucky - his Auror training and muscle memory meant nothing in this body that didn’t know the moves. He could block but he wasn’t getting in any offensive spells.

Tom strode down the hall towards him, hexing and cursing as he closed in. His face was rage-filled and Harry’s enjoyment of his joke faded a little until Tom made an error in judgment. Like most wizards, Tom relied on magic a bit too much in his fighting and in this case it cost him. He stepped a little too close to Harry. Harry flung his arm out, knocking Tom’s wand arm aside, and at the same time Harry lunged forward, hurtling into Tom’s torso and slamming him like a rugby tackle. The hexes and cursing stopped in a hissing shuddering gasp as the breath knocked from both them.

The other students surrounded them in stunned silence. They’d never seen Tom so enraged. They’d never seen him be deflected. And they’d never seen anyone tackle him to the ground before.

Tom lay on his back, trying to get air back into his jostled lungs and he sucked in a deep breath. Ozone. Warm musky skin and melting sugar. He stopped breathing again.

Harry disentangled himself and stood. “Don’t try that again. Unless you want knocked on your arse a second time.” His voice was low, quiet. “Got it, Riddle?” He didn’t wait for a reply before heading down the hall again.

Tom rose and dusted himself off. He flicked a glance around at the lingering Slytherins that tried to stare at him and not stare at him at the same time. “Off you go then.” His voice was brittle but they obeyed.

It had only been for a moment. A flicker he could almost convince himself he didn’t actually sense.

The ozone of power. Sugar he could almost taste against his tongue and a flash of gold skin. Fuck.

[nordseehexe]

Protection Spray

Ingrediens:

Ocean water

Rose water

Aloe vera

Amethyst

Shell

Moon water

Lavendel oil

Lavendel seeds

[hollowwrites]

To Hogsmeade

Garreth x MC

Summary - I might make this a thing? How different people would deal with Hogsmeade? I’ve already lost my mind after my game freaked out and I had Ominis and Sebastian in Hogsmeade with me so that’s an option. Also just Ominis taking you?

Don’t get me wrong I love Sebastian (I keep getting requests for Seb and it’s made me love him DAMN YOU ALL) but there should have been more options.

Also there’s some unintentional shade thrown at Sebastian for leaving you to your own devices in Hogsmeade. Seb would deffo join you, especially to pick your wand.

Warnings - None, Just a rewrite of Hogsmeade with Garr, Violence(?) for the troll battle

Word Count - 1506

~

Why?

Why him?

The fact that people assume being the nephew of the Deputy Headmistress is a good thing means they never see aspects like this.

The new fifth year needed to go into Hogsmeade for some supplies and after Sallow had gotten himself another detention and Professor Onai had dragged Natty off for a ‘talking to’, Garreths aunt had ‘Volunteered’ him.

He wouldn’t mind if he’d have actually spoken to them, but he’d seen them once. All he knew about her was that she was a Hufflepuff. So they were going to be overly sensitive, whiney and a general spoilsport.

Perhaps he shouldn’t judge. Maybe their timid appearance in the Great Hall was due to the dragon Attack they endured, not because they’re the typical Hufflepuff.

And if he was admitting things, maybe she was quite pretty.

Whilst he was daydreaming, he hadn’t noticed her approach him, her hands toying with the edges of her robe. She tapped his shoulder delicately causing a rather dramatic display to burst from the waiting Weasley.

She could’ve sworn both feet left the floor how high he’d jumped. He clutched his chest with an open palm and huge emerald eyes stared down at her.

“Merlin’s great grey beard!! When did you show up?” He asked. She thought he was meant to sound annoyed, but the strain of his voice squeaked under the mini heart attack she had given him.

She laughed.

Full on guffawing at him.

He was about to be significantly annoyed at the turn of events his afternoon had taken…

And then she snorted

She threw her hands around her face, trying to hide the embarrassment of such a noise escaping her. All amusement now leaving her.

“HA! What was that?” It was his turn to laugh

“I’m sorry but that was really funny. I’ve never seen anyone jump like that” she snorted again and her eyes shot open, wide.

“That’s brilliant!” He smirked. After a few more moments laughing at her adorable behaviour he asked, “Shall we get going? My Aunt…sorry…Professor Weasley has asked me to escort you to the village for supplies. It being your first time there and all.”

“Sure let’s go.” She said wiping an amused tear from her eye.

He pushed the huge doors open for her and gestured for her to come through. His arms spread wide to keep them open, she crouched under his arm through the doors. He tipped an imaginary hat as he let go of the doors, and she snickered.

“I’m sorry you had to do this. I’ll make it up to you, somehow, I promise. Merlin knows what you’re missing escorting me” she said looking at the floor as they began their long walk to Hogsmeade.

“Oh nonsense” he said quickly forgetting about all his previous undeserved preconceptions. She actually seemed quite nice. And thoughtful.

And pretty he thought, again

“Anyway…” he coughed clearing his head “I’m Garreth by the way. Garreth Weasley. Yes I’m related to the deputy headmistress, as previous stated, and no it is not as fun as you would believe.”

“I’m Maeve. Bramford” she held her hand out as they walked. He took it eagerly, shaking it with perhaps a bit too much vigor. She laughed yet again.

And giggly too. Cute.

“What is it that you’re after?”

“I have a list…I’m not sure I understand most of it” her face scrunched up as she fumbled for the list in her pocket. “Ah…” she pulled the parchment out “A wand, some spellcrafts…what looks like potion ingredients?”

“Potions? Oh it’s a good job I came then. I’m something of a potions prodigy” he boasted causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes” he said proudly, his step taking a more confident stride. “You’ll discover soon enough. Perhaps we’ll have Potions together? Thursday, second period?”

She scrambled around her little field guide for the scrap of paper her schedule was on. She looked up, grinning.

“Yes, you’ll have to show me your ways. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing” her eyebrows raised and pulled to the middle. A look of confusion evident on her face.

“Fear not, you are in very capable hands. Observe…” he sauntered over to a glowing bush, pulling out a little jar from his robes and scooping up a few of the delicate flies littering the foliage. “These are Lacewings. You can stew them for an ingredient in Focus Potions.” He held up the jar for her to look at

“They’re kind of cute” she scrunched her nose up, tapping lightly on the side and delighting as they glowed once more.

“Typical Hufflepuff” he teased and handed her the jar.

~

As they entered Hogsmeade, Maeve was overwhelmed by the sudden smell and atmosphere. It was as though the village had a bubble over it, keeping its magic inside.

The sweet smell called to her and she found herself gravitating towards it, walking up the cobbled pathways as though she knew where she was going. She felt a small tug on her robes before someones hand enveloped hers.

“Come on you, I know Honeydukes is tempting but my Aunt will jinx me if we don’t get this list done. I promise I’ll take you there after” he grinned. His freckled cheeks puffed out with mischief and he guided her along to the first shop on the list.

“You can go on ahead, I can find you later. Maybe we can meet up afterwards?” She offered feeling bad for taking more of his time. He released her hand and put his hand on his hips.

“Firstly, what kind of guide would I be letting you loose in the village? and Secondly…” he tilts his head in a faux strict way “I don’t trust you to not spend all your galleons in Honeydukes. Now let’s go…I can already tell you’re going to be trouble.”

~

“Bloody hell” Garreth panted as the villagers lured the troll away from them. “That was close” he looked over at Maeve and smiled, his relief plastered all over his face.

She was as white as a ghost…

He followed her eye-line to a second troll rounding the corner, beating and slamming its club into the walls and floor.

He instinctually pushed her behind him, drawing his wand.

I just need to keep it away from her until Officer Singer returns

That was when he felt a tiny hand on his shoulder, pulling him aside. Her face was stoney and determined as her wand thrust forward. A pearly blue beam shot from her wand towards the troll. It exploded into ash immediately, it’s dusty form blowing away in the wind.

“What was that?!” He turned to her, both scared and amazed

Her face returned to its normal gentle wonderment as she looked at her new wand.

“I…don’t know”

“It was bloody brilliant!” He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly “I knew you were trouble”

~

Why did I feel so protective of her?

He watched her in The Three Broomsticks, her hands slightly shaking after hearing Rookwood and Ranrok in the alley. But she still looked…innocent. She’d clearly gone through more than anyone in the castle could guess and yet she remained delicate and soft. He leant on his hand as he watched her try Butterbeer for the first time, her eyes going wide at its sugary taste and giggling for the hundredth time as the cream lingered on her nose.

So…adorable…

The doors swung open and the intimidating duo of Rookwood and Harlow made for his new friend.

Garreth placed his hand on her shoulder keeping her in her seat as he got up and stood in front of her. He was thankful for Sirona and the other patrons for coming to her aid.

“Can’t drink Butterbeer forever” Rookwood jeered as he left.

“Watch us!” Garreth shouted back. He turned to her and she looked defeated.

He felt as though he had witnessed every emotion on her face in one day. It made his heart ache. She needed to know this world isn’t like this. It was full of wonder, and amazement and…and…well, magic!

She’s had a little bit of bad luck. That’s all.

“Sirona? Do you mind if we stay here a little longer?”

“Of course, I’ll refill your Butterbeer. Again…on the house” She smiled warmly at the pair, her eyes holding concern as she glanced at Maeve.

“Thank you…Both of you” Maeve said shakily, holding her cup between both hands.

“We’ll wait till they’ve disappeared into whatever hole they came out of and I’ll escort you back to the castle” Garreth took a big swig from his cup and grinned back at her, foam moustache and all. She giggled and followed suit. The pair sporting a matching set of moustaches.

“Sorry you got dragged into all of this. But I really, really appreciate you being here” she wiped her face of the foam and smiled earnestly at him.

“Ah forget about it. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world”

Masterlist

[undead-merman]

Summoning Leviathan to destroy a cult GN-Reader SFW

Odd Happenings 

It wasn’t noticeable at first. Like most infections, it is undetectable as it incubates just under the surface. The man at the grocery store was more cheery than normal. You suspected that maybe it might have been a good day. 

Then more people started smiling more and more. It felt good seeing so many people in a good mood, it raised your own spirits with how people would wave and smile at you just for walking down the street. How they’d hold open the door, tell you how good you looked that day, how genuinely nice it felt to be noticed in such a kind light. It was lowering your guard. 

People seem to be out of the house more, the streets cleaner. But folks were going missing, and no one cried for them. Bringing it up was met with shrugs and giggles, optimism that was stretched far too thin. “They’ll turn up sooner or later.”, “Oh, I'm sure it's some misunderstanding.”, or even “You shouldn't worry about that. They'll be just fine.” 

Sometimes at night you can hear singing. It's so faint many times you mistake it for just the wind in your tired ears. Every night it gets louder. Louder to a point where you can no longer ignore it. It sounds familiar, likes you've already heard it a million times. 

Danger

Since that night you've noticed those smiles look stapled on, eyes feel too open, pupils much too dilated. Your skin crawls just from seeing them. 

The nights get longer, the singing much louder. You went from relaxed to so on edge that the smallest movement has you jumping out of your skin. 

Missing people come back. They come back different. Heads shaved, faces all screwed up and wrong, covered in bruises and cuts. You can't even ask them what happened since they're always next to one of those smiliers. 

One night you catch some people trying to break into your house. Either catching it on the security cameras or catching them outside your window. They flee after the failed attempt but going to the police they smugly tell you there's nothing they can do. When you walk out, a dozen smilers dressed as cops and everyday people leer at you. 

They keep appearing around you. Keep trying to pull you into the dark when you least expect it. It feels like vultures waiting for an injured and starving coyote to finally die.

One night they tried breaking in. it was a blur, you hit someone after they broke down the door. There was blood and fish scales all over your floor and still… Everyone overlooked it. “Are you sure about that?”, “So you went ahead and tried to kill them?”, even “You had no right to attack them like that, they probably needed help.” You won’t be getting any help. 

If you even think about escape, you come out to find your vehicle trashed. Tires slashed, brakes cut, busted up by some kind of instrument and a symbol keyed into it. 

The singing gets to a point where you catch yourself about to walk out the door, sometimes even grabbing your sharpest kitchen knife. 

Summoning 

You end up trying to find information about them. You don’t dare go to the library and worry about the lady at the counter staring down at you and maybe stabbing you in the back. You look it up on your phone. 

You end up deeper than you'd ever thought possible. A cult worshiping an old ancient deity bent on eating the minds of its followers. The cult claims that it's a paradise, when it's quite actually a parasite. 

You wouldn't have believed it a few weeks ago, but after seeing those poor souls… those poor folks with deformed limbs from the beatings and that singing that leave you in terrifying dizzy spells. 

Someone off a forum offers you some help. A sigil to summon another being of destruction capable of destroying the cult that has nearly consumed the town. 

Like it or not, it's your only option at this point, as they now watch every way out of town and have started kidnapping people passing through. 

You find the perfect night. You do the necessary prep, get the correct ingredients and items. You come back out of breath and you begin. 

Every word spoken feels strange… As if you’d done it a million times before. A drop of blood, and a sacrifice. From the magic circle drawn into the floor a strange light began to burn and singed the floor. 

In the flames was a man dressed in a dark and neon hoodie with odd designs. He was sitting cross-legged and his hands were out like he was holding something.

He botches and whines like some teen boy grounded from his electronics. Turns out this actual demon was playing Tetris and you ruined his high score and disqualified him from the compilation. His tail lasted at the circle but the light kept him from doing any damage during his fit of rage. 

He sputtered and stood with a stern and angry expression but was bound inside the summoning circle. He demanded you explain the situation. 

He looks fed up but sighs saying he'll do it. His face is red as he looks at you. You allow him out and he shuffles close and takes your entire form in. He mumbles something under his breath and heads out. 

It takes a while for him to get to a high place, he chooses the water tower as the smilers notice and approach. Some of them are trying to happily lead you back down. Some of them are holding weapons. 

The skies darken, rain clouds form, lighting strikes and waves appear. The streets flood, and you watch in fear and awe as the town you called home is destroyed. 

Even when the flood goes down and leaves absolutely nothing behind besides the water tower, you can't help but stand there. All gone. Everyone died within moments. And the demon you summoned is staring at you. You hardly pay attention to what he was saying. The scene before you… feels too familiar… 

You hear his tone go up, a question. You can only nod as everything you've known is forever gone. He chirps happily and before you know it light surrounds you. 

Then you stand in a moonless sky before a rundown manor. Was it really all gone? And why does this place give you déjà vu? 

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Hi!! wrote a scene in the future of transmutation of the soul involving gods. so many gods.

Tyr quietly watches the mirror with Vidar. They watch their charges with worried eyes. Hiccup is currently sleeping off his pain from his takedown of the evil Queen that had so long plagued Berk. Dagur paces and is pinned by a worried Haelan. Vidar reaches out and presses his hand against the reflection of Hiccup. But there is only so much they can do as gods who have nothing to do with healing. Tyr knows that Vadir is lending strength for resilience, but Hiccup may not wake for a long time. And the little mortal’s mind is now beyond their reach. While still holding dominion over most of Hiccup’s soul, a part of it belongs to another set of gods. The gods of dragons. What they want, neither Norse god knows.

Tyr sighs and rises from the table grabbing his spear. He begins to move through practice forms. He breathes slowly with his modified movements, letting his spear twirl around his body. He jabs and slices, dancing around his body. Having one hand did not limit the strength and control of his movements, not after having so much time to practice. 

He tries to think of a solution for their devotees. Something to get the hunters to stop hunting and realize that the boys are still alive and still need them. They had come so close! But now there are so many complications including the dragons. Not that the Night Fury or Thornridge were bad, just that it made it harder to get the hunters to see beyond what they observe. 

He twists and then jabs out as he hears the cascading tune of panpipes. A man with winged sandals and a tunic floats in the air with a vibrant smile. He puts tanned hands on the tip of the spear and gently pushes it down.

“Now is that any way to greet a messenger?”

The man chirps and flips away honey-brown hair that had escaped his winged helmet. Tyr twirls the spear away and his face settles into controlled neutrality. Vidar stands silently at his side, his hands moving.

“-Mercury of Rome.-”

Vidar introduces.

“What is a Roman messenger doing here? Is Jupiter prepping for war?”

Tyr hopes not even as he asks. The Vikings have enough going on without the empire pressing their borders again. Mercury laughs merrily and shakes his head as he floats backward a bit.

“Oh no, Juno and him are too deep in another squabble for the gods to be bored enough to push for expansion for a while. But!~ If you do something for me, I’ll make sure you're the first to know if the Emporer or any of the gods in Rome’s pantheon get a bee in their bonnet about going to war with you and yours.”

Tyr taps the ground with his spear, frowning deeply.

“And that favor would be?”

Mercury leans back the air and clicks his tongue against his teeth. 

“Well, I should give the message before I ask for favors, shouldn't I? I do fear that the carriage has gone before the horse.”

He chirps and Tyr huffs in irritation. 

“Choose one and spit it out.”

“Aww, the Norse gods, succinct and blunt. Less time wasted than the Romans, I suppose.”

He shrugs and sits on the air, rummaging through his side satchel. 

“I'll give the message first. Now! Seeing as your messenger gods and beings are busy and the dragons don't have one that has the gift of tongues like me~!” 

He pulls out a handful of flames, earth, and ice shards, twisting it a bit.

“-You mean the dragons sent a message? They never send messages.-”

Vadir’s hands move rapidly and Mercury croons.

“Now they do! Not that I fully understand the message, I’m just here to deliver it. So they say, loosely translated of course, that Hiccup’s soul partially is theirs due to his crowning and killing of evil. He is now a nest queen with a lot of the benefits and responsibilities thereof. Therefore they want to work with you to help Dagur and Hiccup join with the Grimborns.”

Mercury snaps his free hand and the ice, fire, and earth vanish, replaced with two amulets. 

“Annnndddd due to a favor they gave to me, I swiped the ingredients to make these. They let you transform into ravens that can easily enter the mortal realm. Aside from that, there isn't really any more message. I guess you'll have to figure out the rest on your own.”

He laughs merrily and holds out the amulets. Tyr hesitantly takes the amulets, neither Vidar nor he fully trusting a foreign god. 

“I see. And the favor you wanted to ask of us outside the message?”

Mercury pauses and his feet touch the ground, revealing that the Roman is shorter than the two of them. His silver eyes grow heavy as he places his hands together. They come apart with silvery threads of magic connecting the two. A woman appears in the circle and it seems to be a peek into the mortal realm. Tyr recognizes her as the oatcake seller from the Northern Markets who was kind to the boys, secretly giving them discounts whenever they dropped by.

“Look out for her. She is one of my most loyal followers, and… she is so distant from where my base of power is, so it is hard to answer all her calls. Not that she seems to truly mind, but I would rather she had local guardians when Jupiter asks me to save his latest fling from Juno.”

Tyr nods handing his spear to Vidar.

“It is done, we will do what we can for her.”

He holds out his arm to Mercury. Mercury grins and takes the forearm of the god of war. 

“Thanks my friend~! I'll be back sometime soon~”

He sings and giggles, floating a bit as the fings on his shoes flap. Pan pipes ring out and Mercury vanishes in a cloud of silver sparks.

“-Strange.-”

“Agreed.” 

But now they can go to the mortal realm easily. 

[my-kids-made-me-play-minecraft]

We are having a birthday party for the 8 year old and his class mates tomorrow.

It will be a minecraft themed party with a game my spouse and I made for the garden. We sort of turned our garden into a "boardgame" and the kids will be colouring their characters and moving them around on the board. Then they will go to different biomes and collect a token, come back to the central crafting table and roll some dice to see what loot they got.

The shared goal is to collect all the ingrediens for two cakes. Those will then be swapped for actual cakes for the kids.

I hope it goes well tomorrow.

[engagemythrusters]

you think "wow im doing better" and then you make a simple dinner (soup. like its jsut adding ingrediens together on a stove). and then you feel like passing out midway thru. and eating does not help. and now you're lying on your back still 2 seconds from passing out.

[interuniversalcookingshow]

Welcome to episode 5555 of the Inter-Universal Cooking Show! Today we will be making a Immortality Potion! Keep in mind that you will need to drink a full bottle of this every new moon in your home timeline to keep it.

Anyway, onto the ingredien-

-d voila! An Immortality Potion!

...

What do you mean the entire episode was overtaken by technical difficulties, why didn't you tell me!?

… Unfortunately it appears that this episode will need to be redone at a later date as this one has been overtaken by technical difficulties. Sorry for the inconvenience.

[femmepathy]

the way ingrediens always run out at DIFFERENT rates is so upsetting. whyyyywhyyywhwyyyyy