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THE MORRIGAN

WHO IS SHE?

The Morrigan is a triple goddess from Irish mythology who is associated with war, fate, and sovereignty. According to myth, she is often depicted as a crow or raven, and is said to appear in both a positive and negative guise, sometimes as a nurturing mother and other times as a destructive force. She is said to be the phantom queen of the Danaan People, the ancestral spirits of Ireland, and is sometimes depicted as a powerful seer or prophetic figure.

BASIC INFO: 

Appearance: the Morrigan is often depicted as a fierce and powerful woman wearing a long, flowing black cloak or gown, and sometimes with feathers or a crown of feathers. She is also commonly associated with a black crow, which is said to be her messenger and the vessel of her power. Her appearance is usually associated with darkness and mystery, embodying the enigma and unpredictability of war and fate.

Personality: she has a complex and multi-faceted personality, often embodying multiple aspects of femininity. She is said to encompass aspects of the traditional maiden, mother, and crone archetypes, representing youthful zeal, maternal nurturing, and wise counsel, respectively. She is also known for her vengeful and bloodthirsty streak, embodying the brutal and ruthless nature of war and the chaos of fate. Despite her fierce and sometimes fearsome reputation, she is also viewed as a powerful protector and defender of the Irish people.

Symbols: cloak, spear, chariot, sword, and shield

Goddess of: magic, war, battle, life, death, sovereignty, fresh water, destiny, prophecy, and fate

Culture: Celtic

Plants and trees: willow, aspen, rowan, snapdragon, hawthorn, yew, belladonna, mugwort, rose, and nightshade (do not consume, handle with care!)

Crystals: ravenite, yeomanite, schorl, arsenopyrite, harlequin opal, black opal, skye marble, pyrolusite, biotite, feldspar, black agate, hematite, smoky quartz, bloodstone, onyx, charoite, black obsidian, labradorite, shungite, and black tourmaline

Animals: crow, raven, horse, eel, rook, serpent, and wolf

Incense: frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood, rose, cedar, juniper, and dragon’s blood 

Practices: death witchcraft, spirit work, divination, shadow work, ancestor worship, psychic abilities, and necromancy

Colours: red, black, white, blue, and green

Numbers: 3 and 6

Zodiac: Scorpio 

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Tower, Queen of Swords, The Devil, Justice, and Death

Planet: Moon

Days: Monday, Imbolc, Lammas, Mabon, Samhain, Halloween, and full moons

Parents: Cailitin and Ernmas

Siblings: Ériu, Banba, Fódla, Gnim, Coscar, Fiacha, and Oll

Partner: The Dagda and an unnamed shapeshifting goddess

Children: Mechi

MISC:

Crows and ravens: the Morrigan is often associated with crows or ravens due to her nature as a deity of death, fate, and transformation. In Irish mythology, crows or ravens were often seen as messengers between the worlds of the living and the dead, and could be seen as omens of impending change or transformation. For the Morrigan, these birds served as her messengers and helped her carry out her duties as a deity of war, fate, and the supernatural. Additionally, the Morrigan herself was sometimes depicted as a crow or raven in the form of a woman.

Death: she is often associated with death because she is seen as a deity of fate and transformation, which can include death and rebirth. In Irish mythology, she is often depicted as a battle goddess who wields a spear or sword, and is seen as a bringer of violence and change. She is also associated with the concept of death as a natural and inevitable part of life, and is sometimes seen as a guide for the souls of the dead as they cross over to the afterlife.

War: in Irish mythology, she was often seen as a fierce and powerful warrior, who would appear in the form of a crow or raven to guide and aid the soldiers of the Tuatha de Danann, a group of gods and mythological beings. She was often invoked by soldiers in order to bring them victory in battle and could also be seen as a symbol of the chaos and destruction that can occur during war.

Triple goddess: she is often associated with the triple goddess archetype due to her connection with the number three and her role as a goddess of transformation and female empowerment. In Celtic mythology, the number three was often seen as sacred and powerful, and the Morrigan is sometimes depicted as embodying these three aspects of femininity: maiden, mother, and crone. This association reflects her nature as a powerful and multifaceted deity who encompasses the different phases of a woman's life, from youth and fertility to wisdom and maturity.

Samhain: in Celtic mythology, Samhain is believed to be a time when the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead becomes thin, allowing the spirits of the deceased to return to the world of the living. The Morrigan, as a goddess of death and transformation, is seen as playing an important role during this time, guiding and assisting the souls of the dead on their journey to the afterlife.

Magic: was seen as a powerful force that could wield the energy and power of these natural forces, and the Morrigan was often invoked as a source of magical power and insight during certain rituals and spells. Additionally, the Morrigan is sometimes depicted as a sorcerous figure in some myths, casting spells or curses and using her supernatural abilities to influence events on the mortal plane.

FACTS ABOUT THE MORRIGAN:

She owns a herd of enchanted and magical cattle. 

Contrary to some interpretations, the Morrigan is not necessarily seen as an evil or destructive deity. In many myths, she is depicted as a protective and wise figure who aids and guides heroes on their journeys.

She is sometimes portrayed as a shape-shifter, able to take on the form of a crow or other animals.

The Morrigan is often associated with the number three, representing the three aspects of maiden, mother, and crone.

She is also associated with the Fae and the Banshee—a creature that generally takes on the form of an old woman who wails in mourning to announce the coming death of someone in the family.

The name "Morrigan" comes from Old Irish and means "phantom queen" or "great queen."

She is often associated with ravens or crows, which were seen as her messengers between the worlds of the living and the dead.

The Morrigan is known for appearing in the form of a woman with long, flowing hair, sometimes carrying a spear and/or a shield.

HOW TO INVOKE THE MORRIGAN:

Working with the Morrigan often involves building a relationship of mutual respect and trust with her. You can approach working with her in the following ways:

Research and study her mythology, folklore, and symbology to gain a deeper understanding of her nature and characteristics.

Set up an altar or sacred space dedicated to the Morrigan, and make regular offerings to her.

Perform rituals or spells in her honor to seek her guidance and power.

Meditate or visualize her presence in your life, and work on developing a direct channel of communication with her.

PRAYER FOR THE MORRIGAN:

“Hail Morrigan, maiden, mother, and crone.  We call upon you, great and powerful deity, to guide us on our path, and protect us from harm. Teach us to be strong and fearless in the face of adversity and help us to find balance in our lives.”

“Bless our endeavors, and grant us success in all we do. In your name, I give thanks for your presence in our lives. Hail to you, the Morrigan.”

SIGNS THAT THE MORRIGAN IS CALLING YOU:

Repeatedly seeing signs of crows or ravens, which are associated with the Morrigan.

Feeling a strong connection to the themes of war, fate, and sovereignty.

Having vivid dreams or visions of the Morrigan or her symbols (e.g. a raven, a battle flag, etc).

Feeling drawn to read or learn about the Morrigan or Celtic mythology.

Experiencing strong emotions or changes in behavior that feel linked to the energy of the Morrigan.

Feeling the urge to explore or embrace warlike or competitive activities (e.g. sports, martial arts, strategy games).

Finding yourself drawn to stories of powerful women, goddesses, or wanting to honour and empower yourself.

Having a sudden urge to explore your own shadow or unconscious and to confront and transform it.

A sudden urge to create or engage in art, poetry, or music that connects to the Morrigan’s energy and symbolism.

OFFERINGS:

Red meat.

Mead. 

Red wine poured into the ground. 

Apples. 

Milk. 

Whiskey. 

Storm water

Crow or raven feathers. 

Knives and daggers. 

Scrying. 

Artwork and poetry. 

Red foods. 

Deep green, black and red stones/crystals. 

Honey. 

Dark chocolate. 

Coins. 

Studying Celtic mythology. 

Blood (especially menstrual blood). 

Traditional Irish foods. 

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Creating sigils or magickal symbols associated with the Morrigan and her aspects (such as battle, war, death, etc) and charging them with your intention and energy.

Performing war dances, warrior rites, and ceremonies of protection and victory.

Paint your nails black or red while thinking of her. 

Shadow work. 

Exploring magic and divination related to the Morrigan, including the use of rune stones, scrying, and spirit communication.

Draw or paint her. 

Participating in activities where you are willing to take risks and venture into the unknown, as the Morrigan is known for pushing individuals to embrace their destiny and seize control of their life.

Respecting the dead. 

Working to protect and uphold your own personal sovereignty and destiny, and resisting outside influence or control.

Make a playlist that is dedicated to her, or listen to music that reminds you of her. 

Lighting a black candle. 

Feeding your local murder (crows). 

Celebrating the changing of the seasons and honoring the cycles of life and death.

Praying and making offerings to the Morrigan, seeking her guidance and power for your magical and spiritual practice.

Screaming your heart out when alone in the woods. 

Performing blessings and healing rituals for fresh water bodies, such as lakes, rivers, and streams, to honor the Morrigan’s association with water.

Standing up for yourself. 

Exercising (especially if it’s challenging). 

Celebrate Samhain. 

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Chosen, Part 1: Arrival

Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Word Count: 3.4k Summary: After surviving three rounds of interviews, you have been invited for a full-day to tour and interview at the estate and headquarters that belong to the Winged Heritage Foundation.

SERIES Content Warnings: SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut, dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting

CHAPTER Content Warnings: none

Notes: I started writing this story with the intention for it to be a long one-shot, but after it shot past 18k, I realized I would need to break it up into installments, so ... expect sort of a slow burn for the plot? Installments will be posted on Mondays and Thursdays.

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You scroll through the note in your phone with questions to ask during a final interview as the car pulls off the interstate and starts down a country highway lined with trees.

At least you hope this is the final interview.

You had applied for a basic administrative assistant position with the Winged Heritage Foundation, but after your first interview you had been called by a recruitment officer and asked if you would consider a different position with the organization, one that hadn’t been posted publicly.

You still don’t know what the position is you’re being considered for, but after two more interviews, you had been notified that you were a finalist and invited to a full-day interview and tour of the Foundation’s headquarters – an estate outside of the city. They had even arranged for a professional car service to pick you up and take you there. The offices in the city, where your previous three interviews had taken place, evidently handles most of the business operations for the Foundation, and the estate is where the more focused work takes place.

You are naturally a bit nervous for a fourth - and full day - interview, but you feel you like your nerves are at a healthy level - present but not paralyzing, a small buzz that will keep you focused.

The car slows as it approaches a break in the trees, and your driver signals to turn. As you round the corner, your breath catches in your throat. A wrought-iron gate stretches across a wide driveway, its intricate scrollwork spelling out "Winged Heritage" in elegant script. The gate swings open silently as your car approaches, as if by magic.

The driveway stretches before you, a winding ribbon of pale gravel cutting through a verdant landscape that takes your breath away. Ancient oaks and maples line the drive, their branches reaching across to form a dappled canopy overhead. Bright morning sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the ground.

As you travel deeper into the estate, meticulously manicured gardens unfold on either side. Vibrant flower beds burst with color - deep purple irises, sunny yellow daffodils, and blood-red roses. The gardens give way to rolling lawns of emerald green, dotted with sculpted topiaries in fantastical shapes.

As the car rounds another bend, a shimmering pond comes into view. Its surface is like polished glass, reflecting the azure sky and fluffy white clouds above. A family of swans glide gracefully across the water, their long necks arched in elegant curves. At the far end of the pond, a delicate bridge of white marble spans the narrowest point, its railings gilded with gold.

The driveway begins to climb a gentle slope, and as you crest the hill, your jaw drops at the sight before you. A magnificent mansion rises from the landscape, its pale stone walls glowing warmly in the morning sunlight. The architecture is a stunning blend of classical elegance, with graceful arches and intricate stonework that seems to ripple and dance as you approach.

The central facade is a masterpiece of symmetry, with wide steps leading up to a grand entrance flanked by towering columns. Ivy climbs the walls in artful patterns, as if guided by an invisible hand to accentuate the building's most beautiful features.

The car follows the curve of the driveway as it sweeps up to the grand entrance before coming to a stop. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself for what lies ahead. The driver opens your door, and you step out onto the gravel, the crunch beneath your feet grounding you in the moment.

A figure emerges from the ornate double doors at the top of the steps, and your heart skips a beat as you recognize her instantly. Natasha Romanoff, the Chief Recruitment Officer, descends the stairs with astonishing grace. Her vibrant red hair catches the sunlight, creating a halo effect that seems almost otherworldly. She's dressed in a sleek black pantsuit that exudes both professionalism and an air of mystery. As your eyes meet hers, you're struck by the intensity of her gaze - piercing green eyes that seem to look right through you.

As she draws closer, you notice a subtle smile playing at the corners of her mouth, a mix of confidence and what you suspect to be mischief. Over the course of your brief interactions up to this point, she had been nothing but professional, but you could feel some alluring pull or energy that seemed to run deep beneath the surface of her controlled demeanor. She had been present in your second interview, conducted the third with one of her associates, and had been the one to schedule you for this.

"Welcome," Natasha says, her voice smooth as silk. "We're so pleased you could join us today." She extends her hand, and you shake it, noting the firmness of her grip.

"Thank you for having me," you reply, proud that your voice doesn't betray your nerves. "The estate is absolutely breathtaking."

Natasha's smile widens slightly. "It is, isn't it? We find that beauty inspires greatness. But come, let's not linger in the driveway. We have a full day and much to show you."

She gestures towards the entrance, and you fall into step beside her as you ascend the stone steps. The massive doors swing open silently, revealing a grand foyer that takes your breath away. The ceiling soars overhead, at least three stories, adorned with an intricate fresco depicting a beautiful sky, birds in flight, and towering trees, bringing the beauty of the grounds into this entry.

Natasha guides you through a doorway off to the side of the foyer, leading you into a small sitting room. The space is elegantly decorated with plush couches, rich mahogany furniture, and intricate paintings on the walls.

"Please, have a seat," Natasha gestures towards one of the couches as she takes a seat in an armchair across from you. You sink into the soft cushions, trying to take in everything at once - the opulence of the room, Natasha's presence, and her piercing gaze.

"First things first,” Natasha says, a professional smile on her face, “the nature of what goes on here is very sensitive and so I'll need you to sign this NDA before we continue." She hands you a stack of paperwork and a pen.

You quickly skim through the document before signing it, feeling slightly uneasy about signing something so quickly without fully understanding what the day ahead of you will entail. But your curiosity outweighs your hesitation and when Natasha takes back the signed document, she slides it into a briefcase by her side.

"Now that's out of the way," she says smoothly, "let me tell you more about our foundation."

She proceeds to give you an overview of the Winged Heritage Foundation – an overview of its history, mission, and values. It's all very intriguing and impressive - but although what she shares is engaging, outside of supporting initiatives identified as important to its founder and possibly something to do preservation of history or historical places and artifacts, you still feel you don’t have any clearer of an idea of what the Foundation’s actual purpose is. But since you have an entire day here, you don’t press the point now, assuming some part of the day will be dedicated to diving deeper into the work they do.

"But enough about us," Natasha says with another enigmatic smile. "Let's talk about what brought you here today."

She pulls out your resume from her briefcase and goes over your experience and qualifications with sharp attention to detail. She asks probing questions that make you feel like she's reading between the lines of your professional achievements.

"Impressive," she comments once she's finished going over your resume. "Your professional and personal character references also speak very highly of you."

Your brow furrows slightly. “Sorry,” you interject, “I don’t remember giving personal references?”

“No, you did not. But we do a lot of work on our end to vet candidates at this point for positions like this. Surely you understand.”

You nod slowly and train your face back into a smile. At least whatever homework they seem to have done on you came back with a positive result.

She leans forward slightly, and you can feel the intensity of her gaze. "We need someone who's truly suited for the responsibilities, but personnel fit is also incredibly important to us.”

“Of course,” you respond. “And what responsibilities exactly would you be looking for me to fulfill?”

Natasha presses her lips together and seems to scrutinize your face more closely. “You’re being considered for two opportunities. Until later in the day when I’ve made a determination on which I’ll recommend you for, I won’t be disclosing that information to you.”

“Oh,” you’re a little surprised at her directness, but you suppose her reason for withholding the information is logical.

“As the Chief Recruitment Officer, I’m very good at what I do, so I’ll know your future with us by the end of the day.”

Natasha rises from her chair with fluid grace. "Shall we begin the tour?" she asks, extending her hand to help you up. You take it, noting the surprising strength in her grip. “I'm eager to show you the wonders of our estate."

She seems to hold your hand longer than necessary, or maybe it’s just your nerves, maybe you looked unsteady standing up and she was only ensuring you were okay.

As you follow her out of the sitting room, you're once again struck by the grandeur of the foyer. Natasha notices your gaze lingering on the fresco above. "That was commissioned by our founder," she explains. "It's said to depict the view from the highest peak of a mountain range that no longer exists."

She leads you down a long corridor, its walls lined with portraits of distinguished-looking individuals. "Our benefactors and notable members throughout the years," Natasha explains. "Each one has contributed significantly to our mission."

The corridor opens into a vast library that takes your breath away. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stretch as far as the eye can see, filled with leather-bound tomes. The air is heavy with the scent of old books and polished wood. Sunlight streams through tall windows, casting a warm glow over the room. The library is a bibliophile's dream, with rolling ladders affixed to the shelves, gorgeous wooden tables for spreading out books for research, and cozy reading nooks tucked into alcoves.

As you walk between the towering shelves, you notice that some of the books look ancient, their spines cracked and faded with age, some even appear to be bound in unfamiliar materials. Others appear to be in pristine condition, despite clearly being very old.

"Our collection is quite extensive," Natasha says, running her fingers along the spines of nearby books. "We have texts dating back centuries, some of which are the only surviving copies in the world."

"How do you preserve them so well?" you ask, unable to hide your fascination.

Natasha's lips curl into a mysterious smile. "We have our ways. Mostly it’s all down to our librarian Jarvis.”

She leads you through a set of double wooden doors at the other side of the library. Once you exit, Natasha leads you through a series of grand hallways, each more breathtaking than the last. The walls are adorned with tapestries and paintings that seem to come alive as you pass, their subjects' eyes following your movement. You could swear you see a figure in one portrait shift slightly, but when you look back, it's perfectly still.

"This wing houses our main offices and research facilities," Natasha explains as you walk. "We have state-of-the-art equipment for analyzing artifacts and documents, as well as a world-class conservation lab."

You pass by rooms filled with people working diligently at computers, their screens displaying what look like ancient texts and complex diagrams. In one room, you glimpse a team carefully examining what appears to be an old manuscript under specialized lighting.

As you continue down the hallway, you notice a door that seems different from the others. It's made of dark, heavy wood and adorned with intricate carvings. Unlike the other doors which are open or have glass panels, this one is firmly shut.

Natasha catches you looking at it. "That area is off-limits, I'm afraid. Some of our more... sensitive projects require absolute secrecy."

You nod but can't help feeling a prickle of curiosity. What could be behind that door that requires such concealment?

Natasha guides you to an elevator at the end of the hall. As you step inside, you notice there are more floors than you would have expected from the outside view of the mansion.

"We have quite extensive facilities underground," Natasha explains as she presses a button for one of the lower levels. "It allows us to maintain the historical integrity of the mansion's exterior while having all the modern amenities we need for our work."

The elevator descends smoothly, and when the doors open, you find yourself in a sleek, modern space that contrasts sharply with the ornate decor above. The walls are a pristine white, and the floors are polished concrete. The lighting is bright but not harsh, giving the space a clean, almost clinical feel.

Natasha leads you down a corridor lined with glass-walled rooms. In one, you see people in lab coats hunched over microscopes. In another, a group is gathered around a large touch screen, manipulating 3D models of what look like ancient artifacts.

"This is our primary research facility," Natasha says, leading you down a wide corridor. "We have some of the most advanced technology in the world at our disposal here."

As you walk, you pass by rooms with glass walls, allowing you to see inside. In one, you spot what looks like a holographic projection of a complex molecule rotating in mid-air. In another, a team of scientists in white lab coats huddle around a table, examining something you can't quite make out.

You pause for a moment, trying to take it all in. The contrast between the classical architecture upstairs and this futuristic facility is striking. "This is incredible," you say, unable to keep the awe from your voice. "I had no idea the Foundation had such advanced capabilities."

Natasha's lips curl into a satisfied smile. "We pride ourselves on being at the cutting edge of research and technology. It's essential for some of our work. We’re also one of the few science labs in the world that still is granted an affiliation with the nation of Wakanda."

As you continue down the corridor, you notice a few doors that aren't made of glass like the others. These are solid metal, with keycard readers and what look like biometric scanners next to them.

"What's behind those doors?" you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

Natasha's expression doesn't change, but you sense a slight shift in her demeanor. "Those are our most sensitive research areas. Access is strictly limited to senior researchers and leadership."

As if orchestrated for this precise moment, the doors slide open, and two men emerge, engaged in a heated discussion. Or, rather, one of them is heated, and the other is shooting back casual, sarcastic comments.

Natasha clears her throat, “Gentlemen.”

They both stop.

“We have company,” she says, gesturing to you.

The two men turn to face you, and your jaw nearly drops as you instantly recognize them. Standing before you are none other than Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, two of the most famous figures in the world and certainly at the Foundation.

Tony Stark, looking every bit the billionaire genius he's known to be, is dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that probably costs more than your current yearly salary. His goatee is perfectly trimmed, and his hair is styled with just the right amount of casual messiness. There's a faint blue glow visible beneath his shirt - the arc reactor that's become his trademark.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Tony says, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief. He steps forward, extending his hand. "Tony Stark. But you probably knew that already."

As you shake his hand, you can't help but feel a bit starstruck. Tony Stark's grip is brief but firm and confident, his smile charming yet slightly calculating as he sizes you up.

"And this strapping specimen of American values is Steve Rogers," Tony adds, gesturing to the man beside him.

Steve, standing tall and broad-shouldered, offers you a warm smile that seems to light up the room. He's dressed more casually than Tony in khakis and a fitted blue shirt that barely contains his muscular frame. His handshake is strong but gentle, and his blue eyes radiate sincerity.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Steve says, his voice deep and reassuring. "I hope you're enjoying your tour of our facilities."

You manage to find your voice, introducing yourself. “The tour has been nothing but fascinating and impressive so far,” you affirm.

Tony's eyes gleam with interest. "Oh, you’re the one they’ve been wooing, eh? I was sent no less than five reminders this morning that I was to be on my best behavior,” he discloses with a wink.

Natasha rolls her eyes, and you have the suspicion Steve only barely restrains himself from doing so.

"Anyway, welcome to the Foundation," Tony says.

"Stark is supposed to be one of our most valuable researchers," Natasha explains.

"Eh, that’s why you send Steve down to get me back in line when I’m pursuing tangential projects."

This time Steve does roll his eyes.

You can't help but chuckle at the banter between Tony and Steve. Their dynamic is exactly as you'd imagined from what you've seen in the media - Tony's quick wit and sarcasm playing off Steve's more serious demeanor.

"So, what do you think of our little operation so far?" Tony asks, gesturing broadly at the surrounding facility. "Pretty impressive, right?"

Before you can answer, Natasha interjects smoothly. "I'm sure our guest is finding everything quite fascinating, but we should continue the tour. I'm sure you both have important work to get back to."

Tony raises an eyebrow at Natasha, a silent exchange seeming to pass between them. "Right, right. Important work. Can't keep the world waiting, can we?" He turns back to you with a grin. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around."

“You’ll at the very least be seeing me,” Steve says. “I believe I’m scheduled to join you for lunch.”

“And I’m not invited?” Tony protests, but he sports an unrepentant grin rather than any genuine offense.

Steve puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder to steer him away, “You’re not the Executive Director of the Foundation, so, no.”

Tony shrugs out of his grip, “And remind me why that is?”

“‘All administrative, no science,’ as you aptly put it so many times when you remind me why you don’t want to listen to what I say.”

“Right,” Tony replies, but does fall into step with Steve heading down the corridor.

As they leave, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and bewilderment. Meeting two such prominent figures so casually during your interview process only adds to the surreal nature of this experience.

Natasha gently touches your elbow and guides you away from the metal doors and continues down the corridor. "My apologies for that interruption," she says, though her tone suggests she's not entirely displeased. "Mr. Stark has a tendency to... make an impression."

You nod, still processing the encounter. "It's no problem at all. I'm just surprised to see them here. I knew they were involved with the Foundation, but I didn't realize they were so hands-on."

Natasha's lips curl into a knowing smile. "The Winged Heritage Foundation values the direct involvement of all its key members. You'll find that everyone here, regardless of their public status or their position in our organization, contributes actively to our mission.”

She leads you through more state-of-the-art laboratories and research facilities, each more impressive than the last, before returning to the elevator to bring you surface-level again.

As the elevator ascends, you find your mind racing with questions. The encounter with Stark and Rogers, the glimpses of cutting-edge technology, and the air of mystery surrounding certain areas of the facility have only heightened your curiosity about the true nature of the Winged Heritage Foundation is, showing you so much, but not truly illuminating any answers.  

NEXT PART: LUNCH

Welcome to the Winged Heritage Foundation, lovelies. This is only the beginning... Where will this day take you? And what is going on here?

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MASCULINE︰ mac. macaulay. macauley. mack. maddox. maitland. major. makai. malachai. malachi. malakai. malcolm. malcom. malik. malon. manley. manny. manuel. marcelo. marco. marcos. marcus. mario. marion. mark. marley. marlin. marlon. marlowe. marlyn. marshal. marshall. martie. martin. marty. marvin. marvyn. mason. mat. mateo. mathew. mathias. matias. matt. matteo. matthew. matthias. mattie. matty. maurice. mauricio. maurie. maven. maverick. max. maxie. maximilian. maximiliano. maximillian. maximus. maxton. maxwell. maynerd. mayson. mccoy. mckinley. mel. melville. melvin. melvyn. memphis. meredith. merit. merle. merlin. merlyn. merrick. merv. mervin. mervyn. messiah. micah. michael. micheal. mick. mickey. micky. miguel. mike. mikey. milan. miles. milford. millard. miller. milo. milton. mitch. mitchell. mo. moe. mohamed. mohammad. mohammed. moises. monday. monroe. montague. monte. montgomery. monty. moralis. morgan. morley. morris. mort. morton. morty. moses. moshe. moss. muhammad. munro. munroe. murphy. murray. musa. myles. myron.

FEMININE︰ mabel. mac. macey. maci. mackalya. mackayla. mackenzie. macy. maddie. maddison. madeleine. madeline. madelyn. madilyn. madison. maeve. maggie. magnolia. maisie. makayla. makenna. makenzie. malani. malaya. malaysia. malia. malinda. maliyah. mallory. malory. marceleine. maren. margaret. margaux. margo. margot. maria. mariah. mariana. marianne. marie. marina. marlee. marleigh. marley. mary. maryanna. mavis. maxine. maya. mckenna. mckenzie. meadow. meera. megan. melanie. melina. melissa. melody. mena. meredith. mia. miah. miana. michaela. michelle. mila. milani. miley. millie. miracle. miranda. miriam. molina. molliana. molly. monica. morgan. mya. myla. myra.

NEUTRAL︰ mace. madden. maddix. mage. magenta. magic. maim. maine. maison. majesty. major. makari. malak. malice. malware. maple. marble. march. mari. marigold. marin. marion. marley. marlin. marlo. marlow. mars. marsh. marvel. mascara. masquerade. masyn. match. mauve. maven. mayday. mayhem. mayson. maze. mazi. mckinley. meadow. mecca. med. mega. melancholy. mellow. melody. memphis. mention. mercury. mercy. merengue. meridian. merit. merlin. merrick. merritt. merry. meteorite. metro. metronome. meyer. micah. micaiah. michigan. mickey. middle. midnight. mika. mikah. milan. miles. miller. million. minus. miracle. mirage. misery. misfit. misha. miss. mission. misty. model. monday. monitor. monroe. montana. montgomery. moon. moor. morgan. morse. moss. moth. muck. mud. murphy. mutt. myka. mykah. mystery. mystique.

[missdawnandherdusk]

The Innocent

Draco x Reader

The Case The Defendant The Witness

The Auror The Confession The Deceased

The Verdict

Summary: The day in court is finally here... for better or worse.

A/n: I was going to make this realistic... but then I thought to hell with that. This is fiction which means good prevails and love wins so screw reality. I'd like to personally dedicate this one to @drcelly love you

I paced back and forth on that marble floor. Draco was in Dr. Dresden’s office for over an hour with the Minister of Magic and a few other high ranking officials, as well as Pansy Parkinson, who was now the CEO of The Prophet. 

Anxiety clawed its way up my throat. All of this was going to go horribly wrong. I would lose my future. I would lose the case. Draco would lose his son. And I would lose Draco. Perfect destruction all laid out in front of me and it was all my fault. 

The door opened. My eyes flashed up. My heart hammered in my chest. Dr. Dresden appeared, gave me a tight look but nodded before heading on his way. Then the Minister left, giving me a small smile. Then other nameless officials. None of them said a word. Pansy left the office, still scribbling down notes while also being on a mobile fire call. 

Finally Draco appeared. All of my hopes were reading his facial expressions. 

The door clicked closed behind him. 

His face was solemn. 

My heart sank. 

He held out his hand for me to shake. 

Chewing on my lip, I reached out and he firmly grasped my hand in his. 

“I’ll see you in court on Tuesday, Ms. Public Defender,” A smile curled onto his face. 

I choked out a laugh. Tears pricked my eyes. I dropped his hand and threw my arms around his neck. Draco held me close. 

“Thank you,” I was crying. “Thank you, Draco.” 

“You deserve this Y/n. I’ve never seen anyone work harder to prove my innocence and I want you there with me,” 

We were face to face, threads of hope tying us together. 

“How—how did you even…?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Draco smiled warmly. “It’s going to be okay. I wasn’t going to let anyone do that to you,” 

“But Dresden…” 

“Will keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.” Draco said cooly. 

“Are you blackmailing him?” 

“No darling,” Draco laughed softly. “But Pansy is the head of The Prophet and if he wants to go through with what he tried to pull on you—it will be headlining the papers for weeks to come,” 

“So we did it?” I dared to hope. 

“Well, you still have a case to win,” Draco said, amused. “But, yes I suppose we did.” 

“Thank you,” I said earnestly, hugging him again. 

“No thank you,” He said. “You are the only person who ever convinced me that I was innocent.” 

“You are,” I said. “And soon the whole world is going to know it.” Before I got lost too far in his eyes, I recovered. “I’ll… I’ll be over Monday evening? To tie up any loose ends before the case.” 

“As you wish,” Draco bowed his head and turned to leave. I stood there, watching him go, warmth spreading through my chest. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was nearing ten o’clock at night. Almost everything had been combed through and knit-picked. I thought we were done, and God I wanted to be. I could barely keep my thoughts on track. Draco’s study was so cozy and peaceful, with the fire going and soft music coming from who knows where. Even Draco looked half asleep sitting at his desk in a cardigan and loafers. My heels were long forgotten as I stood on the plush carpets in my stockings. 

Rifling through my notes, I found a page of questions I had written for myself. It was the first time I ever talked over the case with Draco. It seemed like forever ago. My brows furrowed. 

“What?” Draco asked, perking up. 

“Nothing,” I shook my head. “Just some notes. It’s nothing,” 

“You’re worrying,” Draco mused getting up. “Really what is it?” 

“Nothing… just a question from that first day,” A shrug fell off my shoulders. “I was asking about Harry and the Death-Eaters at the Manor that Easter.” 

“I didn’t tell them it was Potter,” Draco recalled. 

“No,” I agreed. “And you were so kind to Luna,” My fingers drifted over her witness statement. 

“Yes,” Draco admitted, “Is it important to the case?” 

I turned to look at him. “It’s important to me,” 

Draco came over, peering over my shoulder at my hand scribbled notes. He was so close I could feel his warmth. I tensed, my breath catching. Draco took the page from my fingers and read it over. I turned leaning against the ornate mahogany table. 

HIs eyes met mine. 

“I knew Potter could end the war.” He said, his eyes years away. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. “I wanted to be free. I—I didn’t want to be what they wanted me to be,”  

“You’re not,” I said softly, taking my note from his hands. “And tomorrow I’m gonna prove it.” 

His grey eyes held such joy as he looked at me. His eyes flickered down to my lips and suddenly he was very close and I was too tired to make rational choices. I backed away and he did too. 

“I—it… it’s late,” I stammered. “I—I should go,” 

He didn’t say anything but gave a nod. I gathered everything as magic aided it back into my bag. I could feel the redness on my face, and I could see it on his. Every step I took felt as if I was being pulled back by invisible string. 

“Goodnight Draco,” 

“Goodnight Y/n.” 

As I laid in bed that night it wasn’t the worry of the case that weighed on my mind; it was Draco and his warm grey eyes and kind smile that held me as I found sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And before the Minister, a jury of our peers, witnesses, and those overzealous to see what came of this case, I acquitted Draco Malfoy. 

When the gavel hit the wood and his innocence rang loudly, the room erupted with applause and sounds of wonder. Scorpius’ cheers’ were louder than the rest. I couldn’t help it, and neither could Draco, as we hugged again. He spun me around before setting me down again. Scorpius interrupted us, and I had never seen Draco so happy, holding his son. 

He was free. 

They both were. 

I smile stayed on my face as Scorpius came over and gave me a hug. I knelt down and gave him a proper hug. Over the little boy’s shoulder I looked up and saw Draco gazing down at us. Some weird flickered in my chest. Letting Scorpius go, I stood. Draco closed the distance between he and I, taking Scorpius to his side. Draco’s hand wrapped around my waist as his other let go of his son to cradle my face and pull it to his. Draco kissed me. Something soft and sweet. 

And innocent. 

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[takaraphoenix]

my brain: you should write 'there's only one bed' but with Stalion

me: ...how could I make that work in universe/good Alpha Pack canon divergence?

my brain: Good Alpha Pack that works for the Magic Council + Magic Council convention + Stiles working for the Magic Council too + Stalion room sharing because overbooking?

me: oh, okay, that could work. That could be a fun, short <5k Mischief Monday oneshot!!

The Overbooked Council Convention, currently at 6.5k: they barely had dinner and have, in fact, not shared the one bed yet

me: ...

me: ...what did I expect, that's one of my favorite angsty tropes and I am currently obsessed with this ship. Let's yeet that onto a Wednesday slot instead, December 11th...

--

(and so you won't have to just read my frustrated conversations with myself and my uncooperative documents, have a little sneak peek too~)

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Stiles groaned softly to himself, his palms pressed against the cold marble of the counter in front of him, trying to keep himself from just sagging down onto the ground in frustration. He wanted to keep a bare minimum of dignity for however long he could. But after the fifteen hour drive he just had, everything in him ached and was cold, because of course did Roscoe’s heating break down in the middle of a cold autumn, of course it did. He’d been looking forward to reaching the hotel and to a hot bath and a warm bed for the past fourteen and a half hours, really.

Now that he was finally here, finally ready to check in and give himself to luxury and comfort at the cost of his employer, he was told that the hotel was overbooked. Overbooked. Because, apparently, the fucking Magic Council of North America couldn’t be bothered to make sure just how many Emissaries, Alpha Packs and other representatives and agents it invited to this meeting and how many rooms they’d need. And thanks to one too many breakdowns of Roscoe on the way here, Stiles was so late they had no available rooms anymore.

The receptionist looked ready to burst into tears. “I am truly so sorry, sir.”

Frowning at being called ‘sir’, Stiles rubbed his forehead. “It’s not your fault. I fully blame the council. Incompetent bureaucrats who only sit on their asses-“

“You know, you should not let the council hear you talk about them like that or you may no longer have a need for a room anyway, Stiles.”

Pausing in his frustrated face-rubbing, Stiles turned around. Near immediately did his face brighten when he looked at the redhead who’d spoken and the identical redhead right next to him.

“Ethan! Aiden!” Stiles couldn’t help the laughter bubbling in his chest as he practically threw himself at the two Alphas. “Oh, I haven’t seen you guys in years! I mean, in theory, I was aware that your pack would be here, because apparently fucking everyone is here, but, you know, it hadn’t consciously crossed my mind? It’s good to see you.”

A genuine smile spread over his lips when the twins hugged him back and each ran a hand slowly down his arms, scent-marking him. When was the last time he’d been scent-marked by a wolf? The happy warm feeling twisted into a sad, lonely kind of longing. He may not be a wolf himself, but he’d spent too much time of his life with wolf packs, he guessed.

“You grew up, pup,” Ennis said with a grin, ruffling Stiles’ hair roughly. “Still a twig though.”

“That’s called a twink and I am proud of it,” Stiles stuck his tongue out at the large Alpha.

The man laughed, a deep and rich sound that brought the smile back on Stiles’ lips. Kali next to him stepped up to also run a hand down Stiles’ arm, a pleased look on her face.

“My favorite student,” Marin’s voice held fond teasing. “How have you been, Stiles?”

Stiles’ heart jumped when he saw his former mentor and he practically buried himself in her arms. Deaton may have first discovered his Spark but the man had been unwilling to teach Stiles, to tell him more than the fact that he had a Spark. Stiles had wasted precious months. He would have been able to help so much better, may have even gotten himself, Erica and Boyd out of that damn basement all on his own, if he would have received even just a baseline level of magic training.

And then the Blackwood Pack rolled into town to evaluate the Hale Pack and see how Derek was faring as a young, new Alpha and with them came an actually helpful druid who was willing to teach Stiles all about magic. Or at least all she could teach him, what with her not being a Spark. Still, even Sparks could use spells, potions and rituals, needed to learn how to focus and channel magic, and all of that were things that Marin had been able to teach him.

While the Blackwood Pack had stayed in Beacon Hills, Stiles had spent nearly every afternoon at their apartment to study under Marin. Out of everyone in Beacon Hills, he had spent the most time with the Alpha Pack and thus grown the fondest of them, had befriended them.

The Alpha Pack helped Derek grow into the Alpha Stiles had always hoped he could be, helped him reconcile with Boyd and Erica, who’d chosen to stay in Beacon Hills after their little abduction and torture session. They also reunited Derek with his little sister Cora, who had been placed in foster care in another pack, because Laura had been too young and too overwhelmed to take on the responsibility of being Alpha and raising both a teenager and a little child.

The Alpha Pack had also helped them out with their Darach problem that popped up at the same time. Sadly, once the Darach was taken care of and the Hale Pack was stable enough, they left Beacon Hills again. That had been five years ago and though he hadn’t seen them since, and though they had only been a part of Stiles’ life for half a year, Stiles felt a warm giddiness at seeing them.

“I see you’ve fallen victim to the Magic Council’s impeccable managements, darling boy.”

Stiles’ heart stumbled a little and he couldn’t fight the shudder that ran down his spine at that delicious British accent and that pet-name that meant absolutely nothing because Deucalion was just being very British but it still did a lot to Stiles. Even after all these years. Oh, he’d had the biggest crush – maybe more, but Stiles had actively tried not to think about that back then and was definitely not going to start thinking about it now – on Deucalion Blackwood. The Alpha of Alphas. A title well-deserved. Turning a little, Stiles came face to face with the man and if possible, Deucalion looked even more handsome than the last time Stiles had seen him. Truly aging like the finest wine. Still tall and with broad shoulders, a lean but strong build and a face with sharp cut angles and a smirk that could make Stiles’ pants drop if the Alpha ever desired so. Not that Deuc ever would desire so, because why would he, but Stiles could dream. Had dreamed about that repeatedly, in many different positions, back then and for years to come.

“You know me, Demon Wolf. The person with the worst luck around.”

It was weird, Stiles didn’t know what to do with Deucalion. Every fiber in his being made him want to jump the man in a hug like he’d done with Marin, but he had been much closer to his former mentor than to the Alpha of Alphas. He’d just been an awkward, annoying kid who only invaded the Alphas’ den to be taught by their Emissary, after all. And what was he to them five years later…?

[beetlebugdash]

My live thoughts during The Owl House finale! (Major spoiler warning!)

Why so late at night for this finale

But 10/10 for disney for doing a marathon before the finale

WHY AM I ALREADY TEARING UP IT HASNT EVEN STARTED

HERE WE GO

Oh the song

It hurts OWWWWWWWWWWW

ALL THE CHARACTER GROWTH

Here comes the tears 

Oh that wasnt the episode?

Black screen?

Oh no different dimension

HEY!

bELOS?

Creepyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Im just as confused as you luz

DID STRINGBEAN JUST SAY HI?

I dont like this

NONONO PETREFICATION

O MY

LUZ VS AMITY?

Nightmareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

EDA WHATS GOIN ON

NO

Oh shush lilith 

ITS ALL THEIR NIGHTMARES

Willow?

Are they puppets now and their living through the nightmares?

Nice suit evil dream Gus

NOT THE SHOVE

O gosh not hunter

A WITCHES BATTLE?

Its a witches duel

ITS NOT REAL!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SMART VERY SMART

Now its the title!

And on a rubix cube

REUNITED YAY

THE KISSES AW

RAE RAE

DONT TOUCH FRANCOIS

Dog?

Belos is acting horribly sus rn

MANIPULATION EW

NOT FRANCOIS

“I can imagine”

WAIT HOW DID IT HAPPEN

EDA’S PALICEMAN IS ALIVE!

“Itty bitty spiders”

Kid dosent understand death….. Owch

Thank god there isnt any commercials

HES ALIVE?

RAINE FIGHT IT FIGHT IT

AMITY MOVED

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW THERE WERE COMMERCIALS

I DONT WANT A HACHIMALS FAMILY VACATION

NO

Ooooooooooooo owl house marathon monday (at 8pm smh)

Finally were back

JUMPSCARE PACMAN

10/10 music

Stinger hehe

Marbles?

KING ACTING LIKE A HAMSTER

JENGA!

The blushing and sadness awwww

Lucky number 13 hehe

USING THEM PRONOUNS FOR THE COLLECTOR

THEIR JUST A KID 

COLLECTOR LORE!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Abandonment issues ow

COLLECTOR IS AN INNOCENT KID!

ADOPT THE COLLECTOR 

THE LIGHT GLIPH

NOT BELOS

YES FIGHT RAINE

RAINE VS BELOS

“IM DONE” AHAHAHAHAHA

THATS THE TITAINS HEART

WAIT OWL HOUSE ABRIDGED YAY

Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhh

NOT THE MERGE NO

Im scared mom come pick me up

LIGHT GLYPH

MISS LILITH teehee

SAFETY FOR LUZ

Back to the owl house

“The bird house”

Series recap! Tying all the episodes together!

TALKIN ABOUT SPINOFFS

The mountains!

Kindness and forgiveness

Scary animation

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Holy crow thats a lotta magic

DID RAINE DIE?

YEAAA COLLECTOR MAGIC!

tHAT DOSENT WORK COLLECTOR

NONONONO

AMPHIBIA?

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Oh my OH MY WHAT

EVEN HER MOM KNEW

KING AND EDA ARE PISSED

IM PISSED

Yep shes really gone wow

Dimension portal?

OW

Who what huh

HOOTY?

KINGS DAD

IN GHYPH PJS

BAD GIRL COVEN TSHIRT

“King and queen, best of both things”

AW BEST PARENT AWARD

Is that king andrias’s va?

THE BOILING ISLES

POWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aw saying something to king TELL ME

Epic music is epic music

Rest in peace

CAMILLA IS AWAKE

Uh oh 

ARE THEY PULLING A SVTFOE?

Theyd better not be

YOU BROUGHT PAPER YAY

THE TEARS AND APPOLOGIES

BOOM

NEW FORM LUZ

WOA

LONG HAIR AND MATCHING EYES TOO

YOOOOOOOOOOO

COLLECTOR HELPING!

SMOOTH ANIMATION

AW

BOOM LIGHT

THE GLYPH IN THE MOUTH

Woa skys above

THE SMILE

NOT THE FLIPPING COMMERTIALS

FINALLY

Whistle?

RAINE!

AW

TEH KISSING

“Fluffier?”

AZURA SPEECH BUT LUZ

OH NO COLLECTOR

NOW EAT THIS SUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Is he gone for good?

“I dont feel so good” -belos

AW THE ACCEPTANCE

ITS SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYY

Philip?

Oh just kick him already

KICK HIM YAY

Transformation sequence?

Back to nomal form aw

I LOAF YOU AW

Aw

IS THAT HOW IT ENDS?

STEVE!

AW REUNITED!

GAY KISS!

DARIUS AND HUNTER!

Idk how i feel about the music?

THE CUDDLING!

KISS!

HOOTYS LASHES

FRANCOIS!

Awwwww at least the collector gets a happy ending

No more glyphs…

Awwwwwwwww

LUZ!

COLLEGE?

TIMESKIP

PORTAL WORKS!

AWWWWWW

HUNTER MAKES PALICMAN

A flapjack gravestone awwwwwwwwwwwwww

THE MUSTACHE

LILITH GLOW UP

AMITY LOOKS AWESOME

Prof bump the gardner awwwwwww

Oooooooo new power

DARIUS AND AMITYS DAD SHIP?

Raine looks GOOD

GUS LOOKS COOL

EDA YESSSSSSSSSSSS

Eda became what she feared, a headmaster

KING-CENERA AW

A DRESS AND AZURA CAKE

Wow king is big

Aw a shooting star!

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Oh that was a PERFECT ENDING!

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is starting Monday with a Black Magic Woman. Weatherwise there's everything but the kitchen sink promised for the day, hopefully 'the umbrella' will hold off on the cutlery. The traffic lady says it's all busy busy on account of new road restrictions coming into play ... what could possibly go wrong?

Today's groaner: did you hear about the writer who wrote too many books? ... they got author-itis ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Monday is bin day, but not for this household. No blue and brown 'sentries' at the end of my driveway. I do have a couple of wheelie bins, but they're for storing logs in. That and there are water bowls on top for the various birds to drink from and bathe in. Plus, they make wonderful structures for spiders to set up camp on.

I'm bleary-eyed and very slow with the one and only marble this morning. Up early as Biggest Dog is headed for another vet check up. Monday, Monday, Monday ... coffee, coffee, coffee ...

[pact-warlock]

Raiders, Session 1

We started our new campaign! We're vikings!

We started on our journey on a longship to investigate a mysterious tower, that my character had seen in her dreams.

The party is:

Lowell (my little guy) - Shifter Paladin

Saga - Tallfolk Wizard

Fionn - Human Rouge

Bjarnónía - Human Cleric

After a string of bad luck where some of the other ships were lost, two men mutinied, and we entered our first combat to protect the leader of the expedition, Hrolf. [NPC] We might be level 1, but we helped.

After another day of sailing, we made it to the tower, and began exploring the bottom level.

It's old!

Decrepit!

We found an 11 year old in the basement!

We asked her a few questions, and she seems to be from a place / time we had not heard of.

Once we escorted the 11 year old to the crew, we continued exploring. Lowell got to show a little bit of their gambling habit, arm wrestling a statue for some small green marbles (non-magical, just pretty) that we needed to disable a trap.

We ended the session investigating the last room in the basement where we were attacked by wicker rats. There is still a chest to open, but we will get to that next monday!

[insanepoll]

WELCOME TO THE INSANE CHARACTER TOURNAMENT: REVIVAL ROUND, ELIMINATION!

[ID: Photos of all the 111 characters competing on this round in a graveyard. /End ID.]

Upset your favourite character lost? Here they'll battle for the chance to be one of the four to come back! The goal of this round is to eliminate as many characters as possible. Each group will have two polls who will later battle against each other to be the sole survivor of their group. ROUND ELIMINATION PART 1 will begin on MONDAY 14TH OF AUGUST.

Groups below the "keep reading" line.

GROUP 1:

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne) VS Tuco Salamanca (Better Call Saul) VS Renfield (Dracula)

The Master (Doctor Who) VS Cheryl Tunt (Archer) VS Morgana Pendragon (BBC Merlin) VS Lucille Bluth (Arrested Development)

GROUP 2:

Delirium (Sandman) VS Alexander Hilbert (Wolf 359) VS Roman Roy (Succession)

Doomguy (Doom) VS Dr. Franken Stein (Soul Eater) VS Jack (The Shinning)

GROUP 3:

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto Shippuden) VS Light Yagami (Death Note) VS Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen) VS Dabi (My Hero Academia) VS Seo Moon-jo (Strangers from Hell) VS Jinx (Arcane)

GROUP 4:

Aerion Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire) VS Goro Akechi (Persona 5) VS Bubby (Half Life: VR but the AI is Self Aware) VS Sebastian Morgenstern (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) VS Orochimaru (Naruto)

GROUP 5:

Dottore (Genshin Impact) VS Ice King (Adventure Time) VS Millions Knives (Trigun) VS Trexel Geistman (Stellar Firma)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Eliot Cardale / Eli Ever (Villains Duology) VS Donatello Hamato (ROTTMNT)

GROUP 6:

Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter) VS Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche) VS Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia) VS Max (Sam and Max)

Eren Jaeger (Attack on Titan) VS Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) VS The entire cast of Blaseball (Blaseball)

GROUP 7:

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) VS Spinel (Steven Universe) VS Midori (Your Turn To Die)

Chat Blanc (Miraculous) VS Leopold Fitz (Marvel) VS Tsukishima Hajime (Golden Kamuy) VS Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate)

GROUP 8:

Tokishige Usami (Golden Kamuy) VS Jīn Guāngyáo (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Roberto (Futurama) VS Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein) VS Dr. Baxter Stockman (TMNT 2003) VS Cicero (Skyrim)

GROUP 9:

Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune) VS Denji (Chainsaw Man) VS Kira Yoshikage (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Magic Man (Adventure Time)

Jevil (Deltarune) VS Helena (Orphan Black) VS Starscream (Transformers)

GROUP 10:

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader (Star Wars) VS Enerjak (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Niki Sanders / Jessica Sanders (Heroes)

Alfred Drevis (Mad Father) VS Loki (The Mechanisms) VS Tyrian Callows (RWBY) VS The Mad Hatter (Alice in Wonderland)

GROUP 11:

Evan (EverymanHYBRID) VS Eric Cartman (South Park) VS Simon Keyes (Ace Attorney Investigations 2)

Alex Kralie (Marble Hornets) VS Fintan Pyren (Keeper of the Lost Cities) VS Darcy (Amphibia) VS Hamlet (The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark)

GROUP 12:

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal) VS Simon Laurent (Infinity Train) VS John Kramer (Saw) VS Bibble (Barbie Fairytopia)

Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files) VS The Observer (TribeTwelve) VS Galahad (The Mechanisms)

GROUP 13:

Nikolai Gogol (Bungo Stray Dogs) VS Castiel (Supernatural) VS Ben Chang (Community)

Shinobu Sensui (Yu Yu Hakusho) VS Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed)) VS Kristoph Gavin (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney)

GROUP 14:

Knock Knock (Phantom Spirits (2002)) VS Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights) VS Pugsley Addams (The Addams Family) VS Billy Lenz (Black Christmas (1974))

Shou Tucker (FMA) VS The Antagonist (Hatred (2015)) VS Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous)

GROUP 15:

Tim Drake (DC) VS Rebecca Bunch (Crazy Ex-girlfriend) VS Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Fëanor (The Silmarillion) VS Himiko Toga (My Hero Academia) VS Lee Dongsik (Beyond Evil) VS Ultra Violet (Lego Ninjago)

GROUP 16:

Professor Henry Hidgens (Hatchetfield) VS Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire) VS Wade Wilson / Deadpool (Marvel) VS Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina)

Jonathan Crane / The Scarecrow (DC) VS Komaeda Nagito (Danganronpa 2) VS Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

[murdockdevil-newblog]

Title: How I Met Your Witch. Prompt: ... For: Was for an October prompt event but i didn't finish it, so i'm now posting this cause I thought it was cute. Who: Caesar Kane (OC) & Cassian Barakzai (OC) Wip: Magically Inclined Notes: Caesar meets Cassian when Cassian's lost cat shows up at her cafe. They meet. Words: 501

Caesar Kane watches intently as a little black cat scratches its paws against the back of her cafe's sofa. As much as she'd like to throw a fit about it, the little guy is cute and it isn't exactly doing any harm. So, she doesn't do anything to it. She just lets it do its thing, it deciding to lounge on the sofa, opposed to scratching it anymore — her watching, curiously, wondering what it would be like to be a cat.

She's so lost in her own thoughts that she avoids noticing the dark-haired woman —- who she doesn't know is a real witch —- who walks into the cafe with a look of irritation in her brown eyes. "Oi," the dark haired witch says looking at her with narrowed eyes. "What's my cat doing here?"

Caesar does not even budge at her voice. She's used to having irritable customers. It's just another Monday to her. "I don't know, it was bored?" she states a little bored herself, looking at her like it's not her problem, before she looks at the cat who's walking in their owner's direction. When it reaches them, it prrs against its owner's legs and the witch picks up her cat. "Bored?" The witch asks, perplexed. She looks at the cat, and then right at Caesar who still looks bored, herself. "Were you bored, Terry?" The cat prrs louder. "I suppose he was."

Caesar sighs, right before she reaches out to touch the cat. It does not hiss at her. Instead, it prrs against her touch and its owner smiles. "Terry's a weird name for a cat. Sounds a little too human," Caesar says, casually.

The witch shrugs with only one shoulder, before she states. "That's because he's not just any cat — he used to be a person." The witch replies. She watches as Caesar continues to pet the cat, and the thing finally pulls away.

"Well, it's better than my name," Caesar comments, suddenly realizing how beautiful this woman is. She's got pale skin, jet black hair, and cheekbones that can cut through marble. She also has catlike brown eyes that are as alert as the cat's. She picks up on the comment, but like irritable customers walking in, she's used to people saying odd things.

"What's your name then? My name's Cassian," the witch introduces, using a freehand to shake, then resting the arm she's not using.

Caesar chuckles. "Caesar," she says casually, "It's nice to meet you, Cassian and Terry." She shakes the beautiful woman's hand and smiles at her, softly — impressed by meeting another woman with a name that's usually a man's. "Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting my little guy stay here for a while." Cassian says this just as casually as Caesar had said her own name.

"What did you mean by he 'used to be a person'?" she asks the witch, finally, even though she's used to it, but still not aware of the fact that she's a real witch.

The witch winks at her. Uses the cat's paw to wave at her. "We have to go — maybe I'll explain it another day, yeah?" she replies, and then she turns to leave out the door.

Caesar is still confused. So she mumbles, "Used to be human," under her breath, before looking at where the cat had been laying. "Why do the attractive people always have to be a bit weird?" Now bored, since there was no cat there to watch, she hums to herself and waits for her next customer.

[chibiranmaruchan]

7 of my favourite anime moments for this week (25th September-1st October 2023)

Monday 25th September: Josee, the tiger and the fish (2020)- Josee reads The Mermaid and the Radiant Wings to the children in the library.

Tuesday 26th September: Might space miners (1994-1995)- Shinkawa meets Fuki, whilst transferring nuclear power through cables.

Wednesday 27th September: Ride your wave (2019)- Hinako and Minato grow closer and become partners.

Thursday 28th September: Kidou Shinsengumi moeyo ken- Gozu is welcomed by Kidou Shinsengumi.

Friday 29th September: Murder princess (2007)- Dominikov, Pete, Ana and Yuna sacrifice themselves in order to prevent the world from ending.

Saturday 30th September: Magical play (2001-2002)- Kazuhiko gives Yukiko his marble collection as a going away gift.

Sunday 1st October: Hawaiian breeze (1992)- Peter babysits Ta-chan.

[wyrdstonethenovel]

8. The Fourth Triumph

AN: Wyrdstone is a serial fantasy novel updating every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Wyrdstone is a classic RIVALS FIGHT FOR THE THRONE featuring magic, and oaths, and Gods, and romance, and did I mention the gayz? Enjoy:

VIII. THE FOURTH TRIUMPH 

Asho broiled inside his breastplate as the priestess approached. The timeworn hand smeared black and goopy mourning ashes across his lips in a thick vertical line. Then, from outside the temple complex, the low dirge of war horns. The silver-haired priestess stepped aside. Asho bowed before the shrine of Thrysne the Stormlord. He gazed up at the chiseled marble in all of it’s masculine glory. His god wilded a copper trident high above his head that brushed the temple’s ceiling. His other hand pointed outwards towards the continent. 

Asho turned, marching down the altar steps. Near the doors his uncle and cousin stood at attention near the war chariot. Uncle Hortus’s helm, an impressive plume of blue feathers obscured his face. Admrilia rocked from heel to sole, her grasp tight on her spear. Her neptori armor had been furiously polished, her appearance carefully cultivated to be as menacing as possible. Lips coated with thick ash paste, sharp black eyes outlined with kohl, raven hair coaxed to spill over her left shoulder in a braid fastened with leather barbs. 

Admrilia’s eyes were hardened: like the Conqueror’s; like the Stormlord’s. Asho prodded to find any stress from their shared oath pressing down her shoulders, at the creases of her mouth, along the ridges of her forehead, and found none. Admrilia was as quiet and unsettling as before a hurricane. 

Asho’s fingers rolled slowly around the handle of his spear. His whole body rumbled with poorly contained excitement. Asho scrunched his features and narrowed his ocean eyes. He exhaled slowly. Everything beneath the stars and above the waves was his. Emboldened, he moved for the chariot. 

A hand pressed against his back. It was his mother, donned in a deep purple stolla. Taj’s blonde hair was pinned back in place by ivory clips. She looked better today, more put together. 

“Mother, you look lovely.”

“And you are grown.” Her blue eyes watered. “Oh my son! Promise me you’ll be careful.” 

Asho flushed deep crimson as she cupped his cheek. “Mother,” he hissed. 

Taj released him and pretended to wipe dust off his shoulder. “Please, Asho.”

“I will come home. I promise.” Asho said softly. 

His mother took a steadying breath. She looked around the crowd flustered, before waving to his aunt and cousins. Raja-Kai’s face tightened as Taj and Varius found their places near them. 

Admrilia had already moved to the left of the war chariot. Asho sped walked to the right of the massive basket. He took in the crowd of dashing servants as they sprinted to fulfill last minute duties. Without turning to Admrilia he whispered. “Are you ready for today?”

“My whole life.”

Asho tightened his grip on his spear. “Me too.”

They lapsed into silence until the Conqueror arrived. Atesh Ayuan Ashiphiex was dressed for war. His heavy ceremonial armor molded to his torso like a second skin. A purple cap hugged his shoulders and partially obscured the crusted hilt of his gladius. He strove towards the war chariot with the confidence of a thousand armies. Thick black ash painted across his ever unimpressed lips. 

General Hortus stepped forward and removed his helm. He lowered to hiss his father’s knuckles. Once he had risen, the Conqueror did something that Asho had never seen him do. He smiled. 

The Conqueror never smiled. In that moment, Asho understood why. The expression loosened his piercing jaw, lifted the creases around his mouth, the godliness of his pupils retreated. The expression did not make him appear warm exactly, but it did make the Conqueror mortal. Dangerous, but mortal. 

Asho’s hand tightened around his spear, wishing he would stop. 

The Emperor extended his arms out to the crowd. Knees hit the marble, fists cast overhead. “Dawn marks the fiftieth anniversary of my conquest.” The Conqueror boomed. “The flesh and blood of the Stormlord, I left Aegtrys an ambitious soldier and returned with Ker secured for our nation’s glory. As a people, we have ushered in a great peace unlike any in our history!

“No child starves. Our children become educated and our merchants fatten from the continent. Our legions and neptori uphold our customs and laws in every corner of the Empire. And with each territory gained, the power of the Stormlord grows in the hearts of men. As Ashenians, we have risen from mere islanders to a nation of merchants, of voyagers, of statesmen, and of champions. As a people it is our right to rule the Conquered according to our own pleasure!”

The prince lifted his chin. This was the Conqueror he was familiar with. “Today begins my fourth Triumph. It will be the first of which my two remaining heirs, prince Asho Atesh Ashiphiex and princess Admrilia Hortus Ashiphiex, the Argenti, shall take part. But it will not be their last. My successor will continue our great tradition of conquest. Land will continue to be seized, cities will bend, peoples will surrender, until everything from the sea to the stars is our great peoples. May the Stormlord bring us prosperity!”

The Conqueror bowed low to the statue of the Stormlord. “I, Atesh Ayuan Ashiphiex, first citizen of the Ashenian people, Conqueror of Ker, son of your blood hereby beseech you, Thrysne the Stormlord to bless the Triumph. To remember those who had been lost in our quest, to aid us in our time of need, and to guide us in our path for your glory.”

The Conqueror finished the prayer of departure and stood. Asho followed the Conqueror into the basket of the war chariot. Admrilia placed her hands on two of the horse’s reins and Asho grabbed the other set. His blood pounded thunderously. Being so close to the Conqueror, he could sense the wyrdstone beneath his breastplate and all of its fierce promises. 

The massive cedar doors were opened by a team of twelve men. The rest of the processional was already in position on the porch of the temple complex. At the sight of them, musicians blew into their conch shells. The war horns sounded. The drummers tempo swelled into a marching beat. 

They entered the crowded streets. The standard bearers led the procession; waving purple banners of the Ashenian Falcon. At the front the first legion marched in orderly columns, passing out gafs of grain and fruit to the awaiting citizens. Soldiers handed wooden gladius’ to the well dressed boys who had been pushed to the front of the crowds by their families. Girls were gifted carved flutes of flowers. Asho beamed at the sight of the spoils. 

Behind the soldiers were neptori, and then the captured prisoners from Ker, Pi-Yenja, and Thrys. The Triumph prisoners were pelted with fish guts by the booing masses. 

In front of the war chariot, General Hortus rode on a massive chestnut warhorse bearing the Conqueror’s standard. Asho darted a glance behind them to the rest of the procession. Behind their chariot was the remainder of the royal family being carried on liters; his mother and cousin’s. Then rode the Conqueror’s council, proudly leading the Senators. 

Beneath the leather padding of his legionnaire helmet, the prince was grinning ear to ear. He reveled in the veneration. It was intoxicating. In that moment he swore to himself to gather every star; to conquer every territory. To shower prosperity amongst his people, just as the Conqueror before him. Asho lifted his spear and drowned in pure ecstasy as Aegtrys screamed his name. 

“Remember you are mortal.”

Asho furrowed his brow, but Admrilia was whisperering to the Conqueror. 

“Only a man who lived a life unfulfilled fears death.” The Conqueror waved out to scores of poor children as they elbowed each other for the flying coin. 

Hours later, they arrived back at the agora. Centori formed a human shield against the masses. Hortus dismounted his massive warhorse and handed his standard to an attendant. The Conqueror stepped out of his basket and addressed the public. “I seek our people’s glory once again during the Triumph. In my year absence, my son, Hortus Atesh Ashiphiex will serve as regent over the Senate until my return.” 

His uncle lowered his head and kissed the Conqueror's knuckles. “For my duty is to the Ashenian people, I accept this post.” So quietly Asho barely heard him, Hortus said. “Safe travels father.”

The Conqueror waved him off. Asho turned around, catching sight of his mother’s distraught face. Taj’s eyes met his, her mouth forming three words. 

Asho repeated the phrase. He startled as the Conqueror stepped back into the basket and ordered them towards the harbor. He turned around, his stomach clenching in uncertainty. How long before he saw his mother again? They arrived at the harbor an hour later. The seven massive warships of the first neptor awaiting their arrival. Asho coaxed the exhausted horses across the busy gangplank of the Conqueror's trireme. The Conqueror finally dismissed them, hastening with his advisors to a large tent that had been erected near the rear of the ship. Asho walked towards the massive purple sails as the final preparations were made. When the Pontus hoisted sail that evening, the last thing Asho saw of home was the island’s dazzling white cliffs.

[theknitpotato]

The Boston Public Library, an architectural gem in the heart of Boston, is renowned for its majestic Renaissance Revival design by architect Charles Follen McKim.

Opened in 1895, it was the first large free municipal library in the United States, symbolizing the city’s commitment to public education and literacy. The library features grand marble staircases, ornate murals, and the serene Bates Hall reading room, making a visit nothing short of a magical trip into history.

Opening hours for the Boston Public Library:

- Monday to Thursday: 9:00 AM to 8:00 PM

- Friday to Saturday: 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM

- Sunday: 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM (Central Library in Copley Square only)

Visitors are welcome to explore its extensive collections, participate in programs, and admire its historic architecture.

📸: @saturdays.jpeg

[brookston]

Holidays 3.29

Holidays

Alchemy Day

Alder Day (French Republic)

Barthélemy Boganda Day (Central African Republic)

Borrowed Days begin (Calendar legend held that March stole 3 days from April; England, Ireland, Scotland)

Britney Day (San Francisco)

Commemoration of Boganda (Central African Republic)

Commemoration of the 1947 Rebellion (a.k.a. Martyrs’ Day; Madagascar)

Day of the Young Combatant (Chile)

Declaw Awareness Day

Food Chain Day

Good Deeds Day

International Day of Solidarity with Haiti

International Day of the Landless

International Mermaid Day

Juenger Day (Germany)

Knights of Columbus Day

Love the Children Day (Texas)

Martyrs’ Day (Madagascar)

Memorial Day (Malagasy Republic)

Mule Day (Columbia, Tennessee)

National Governance Professionals Day

National Mom and Pop Business Owners Day

National Nevada Day

National Vietnam War Veterans Day

Niagara Falls Runs Dry Day

PayDay It Forward Day

Phagwah (Suriname)

Piano Day [88th Day of the Year]

Smoke and Mirrors Day (a.k.a. Festival of Smoke and Mirrors)

Swedish Colonial Day (Delaware)

Vesta Asteroid Day

World Marbles Day

Youth Day (Taiwan)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Coca-Cola Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Lemon Chiffon Cake Day

National Pita Day

5th & Last Friday in March

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

National Cleavage Day (South Africa) [Last Friday in March or 1st Friday in April]

No Homework Day [Last Friday]

Tater Day Festival begins (Kentucky) [Last Friday; ends Monday]

Wear a Hat Day (UK) [Last Friday]

Independence & Related Days

Barotseland (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Helvetian Republic (Proclaimed; 1798)

Punjab Annexation (by the British; 1849)

Festivals Beginning March 29, 2024

Charleston Bluegrass Festival (Charleston, South Carolina) [thru 3.30]

Cherry Blossom Festival (Vancouver, Canada) [thru 4.25]

WonderCon (Anaheim, California) [thru 3.31]

Feast Days

Adolfo Müller-Ury (Artology)

Aequinoctium Vernum, Day 3 (Pagan)

Altoona Rooney (Muppetism)

Armogastes, Archinimus, and Satur (Christian; Martyrs)

Artemis Soteira (Goddess Artemis Festival; Ancient Greece)

Berthold (Christian; Saint)

Celsus (Positivist; Saint)

Cocktail Hour Every Hour Day (Pastafarian)

Cyril (Christian; Martyr)

A Day of Redress (Shamanism)

The Delphinaia (Festival to Apollo; Ancient Greece)

Egg Lore Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Erik Satie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Eugene Onegin, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (Opera; 1879)

Eustace of Luxeuil (Christian; Saint)

Expulsion of the Demons of Bad Luck (Pagan)

Festival of Ishtar (Babylonia)

Festival of Smoke and Mirrors

Gundleus, a Welsh King (Christian; Saint)

Gwladys (Christian; Saint)

Gwynllyw (Christian; Saint)

Hans Nielsen Hauge (Lutheran)

Imam Mahdi Day (Iran)

Jonas, Barachisus, and companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Johann Moritz Rugendas (Artology)

John Keble (commemoration, Anglicanism)

John Russell (Artology)

Jo Nesbø (Writerism)

Ludolf (Christian; Saint)

Mark of Arethusa, in Syria (Christian; Saint)

Masquerade Ritual Day (Bobo People of Africa; Everyday Wicca)

Rupert (Christian; Saint)

Christian Liturgical Holidays

Friday before Easter (a.k.a. ... 

Goede Vrijdag (Suriname)

Good Friday

Jour Chômé d’Usage (French Guiana, Guadeloupe)

Långfredagen (Sweden)

Lord’s Evening Meal (Jehovah’s Witness) [Nisan 14]

National Hot Cross Buns Day

Paixão de Cristo (Brazil)

Passion Friday

Procession of the Mysteries (Italy)

Semana de Turismo (Uruguay)

Via Crusus Way (Philippines)

Viernes Santo (Cuba, Spain)

World Marbles Day

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Shabbat Parah (Sabbath of the Red Heifer: שבת פרה) [19-20 Adair II]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 57]

Premieres

The Birthday Party (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1937)

Black Magic Woman, by Santana (Song; 1968)

Blow by Blow, by Jeff Beck (Album; 1975)

Breakfast in America, by Supertramp (Album; 1979)

Career Opportunities (Film; 1991)

Death on the Riviera, by John Bude (Novel; 1952)

Death to Smoochy (Film; 2002)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Fishing Tackler (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1957)

Fistic Mystic (WB LT Cartoon; 1969)

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (Film; 2024)

Give and Tyke (MGM Cartoon; 1957)

Godzilla x. Kong: The New Empire (Film; 2024)

Hare-Way to the Stars (WB LT Cartoon; 1958)

The King and I (Broadway Musical; 1951)

Little Beau Pepe (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Lust for Life, by Irving Stone (Biography; 1934)

Male Bags or Homely Are the Brave (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 358; 1965)

Mother Hub-Hubba-Hubbard (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1947)

My Old Kentucky Home (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1946)

Piano Concerto No. 2 in Bb, by Ludwig van Beethoven (Piano Concerto; 1795)

Please Don't Eat the Daisies, by Jean Kerr (Novel; 1957)

Ready Player One (Film; 2018)

Rogues’ Gallery or Hole That Line-Up (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 357; 1965)

The Rookie (Film; 2003)

Room 237 (Documentary Film; 2013)

Some Like It Hot (Film; 1959)

The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle (Film; 1939)

Umbrella, by Rihanna (Song; 2007)

When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, by Billie Eilish (Album; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Berthold, Helmut, Ludolf (Austria)

Bertold, Eustazije, Jona (Croatia)

Taťána (Czech Republic)

Jonas (Denmark)

Joakim, Joonas, Kimmo (Estonia)

Joni, Jonne, Jonni, Joona, Joonas, Jouni (Finland)

Gladys, Gwladys (France)

Berthold, Helmut, Ludolf (Germany)

Auguszta (Hungary)

Secondo (Italy)

Agija, Aldonis, Ilma, Ranta (Latvia)

Almantė, Bertoldas, Manvydas (Lithuania)

Jonas, Jonatan (Norway)

Cyryl, Czcirad, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Ostap, Wiktoryn (Poland)

Denia, Marcu (Romania)

Miroslav (Slovakia)

Eustasio (Spain)

Jens, Jonas (Sweden)

Berthold, Fletcher, Pearl, Pearle, Pearlie, Pearline, Perla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 89 of 2024; 277 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 13 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 13 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 20 (Red-Chen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 19 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 19 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 29 Green; Extraday [29 of 30]

Julian: 16 March 2024

Moon: 82%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 5 Archimedes (4th Month) [Galen]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 11 of 92)

Week: Last Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 9 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 3.29

Holidays

Alchemy Day

Alder Day (French Republic)

Barthélemy Boganda Day (Central African Republic)

Borrowed Days begin (Calendar legend held that March stole 3 days from April; England, Ireland, Scotland)

Britney Day (San Francisco)

Commemoration of Boganda (Central African Republic)

Commemoration of the 1947 Rebellion (a.k.a. Martyrs’ Day; Madagascar)

Day of the Young Combatant (Chile)

Declaw Awareness Day

Food Chain Day

Good Deeds Day

International Day of Solidarity with Haiti

International Day of the Landless

International Mermaid Day

Juenger Day (Germany)

Knights of Columbus Day

Love the Children Day (Texas)

Martyrs’ Day (Madagascar)

Memorial Day (Malagasy Republic)

Mule Day (Columbia, Tennessee)

National Governance Professionals Day

National Mom and Pop Business Owners Day

National Nevada Day

National Vietnam War Veterans Day

Niagara Falls Runs Dry Day

PayDay It Forward Day

Phagwah (Suriname)

Piano Day [88th Day of the Year]

Smoke and Mirrors Day (a.k.a. Festival of Smoke and Mirrors)

Swedish Colonial Day (Delaware)

Vesta Asteroid Day

World Marbles Day

Youth Day (Taiwan)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Coca-Cola Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Lemon Chiffon Cake Day

National Pita Day

5th & Last Friday in March

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

National Cleavage Day (South Africa) [Last Friday in March or 1st Friday in April]

No Homework Day [Last Friday]

Tater Day Festival begins (Kentucky) [Last Friday; ends Monday]

Wear a Hat Day (UK) [Last Friday]

Independence & Related Days

Barotseland (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Helvetian Republic (Proclaimed; 1798)

Punjab Annexation (by the British; 1849)

Festivals Beginning March 29, 2024

Charleston Bluegrass Festival (Charleston, South Carolina) [thru 3.30]

Cherry Blossom Festival (Vancouver, Canada) [thru 4.25]

WonderCon (Anaheim, California) [thru 3.31]

Feast Days

Adolfo Müller-Ury (Artology)

Aequinoctium Vernum, Day 3 (Pagan)

Altoona Rooney (Muppetism)

Armogastes, Archinimus, and Satur (Christian; Martyrs)

Artemis Soteira (Goddess Artemis Festival; Ancient Greece)

Berthold (Christian; Saint)

Celsus (Positivist; Saint)

Cocktail Hour Every Hour Day (Pastafarian)

Cyril (Christian; Martyr)

A Day of Redress (Shamanism)

The Delphinaia (Festival to Apollo; Ancient Greece)

Egg Lore Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Erik Satie Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Eugene Onegin, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (Opera; 1879)

Eustace of Luxeuil (Christian; Saint)

Expulsion of the Demons of Bad Luck (Pagan)

Festival of Ishtar (Babylonia)

Festival of Smoke and Mirrors

Gundleus, a Welsh King (Christian; Saint)

Gwladys (Christian; Saint)

Gwynllyw (Christian; Saint)

Hans Nielsen Hauge (Lutheran)

Imam Mahdi Day (Iran)

Jonas, Barachisus, and companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Johann Moritz Rugendas (Artology)

John Keble (commemoration, Anglicanism)

John Russell (Artology)

Jo Nesbø (Writerism)

Ludolf (Christian; Saint)

Mark of Arethusa, in Syria (Christian; Saint)

Masquerade Ritual Day (Bobo People of Africa; Everyday Wicca)

Rupert (Christian; Saint)

Christian Liturgical Holidays

Friday before Easter (a.k.a. ... 

Goede Vrijdag (Suriname)

Good Friday

Jour Chômé d’Usage (French Guiana, Guadeloupe)

Långfredagen (Sweden)

Lord’s Evening Meal (Jehovah’s Witness) [Nisan 14]

National Hot Cross Buns Day

Paixão de Cristo (Brazil)

Passion Friday

Procession of the Mysteries (Italy)

Semana de Turismo (Uruguay)

Via Crusus Way (Philippines)

Viernes Santo (Cuba, Spain)

World Marbles Day

Hebrew Calendar Holidays [Begins at Sundown Day Before]

Shabbat Parah (Sabbath of the Red Heifer: שבת פרה) [19-20 Adair II]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 57]

Premieres

The Birthday Party (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1937)

Black Magic Woman, by Santana (Song; 1968)

Blow by Blow, by Jeff Beck (Album; 1975)

Breakfast in America, by Supertramp (Album; 1979)

Career Opportunities (Film; 1991)

Death on the Riviera, by John Bude (Novel; 1952)

Death to Smoochy (Film; 2002)

Desperately Seeking Susan (Film; 1985)

Fishing Tackler (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1957)

Fistic Mystic (WB LT Cartoon; 1969)

Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire (Film; 2024)

Give and Tyke (MGM Cartoon; 1957)

Godzilla x. Kong: The New Empire (Film; 2024)

Hare-Way to the Stars (WB LT Cartoon; 1958)

The King and I (Broadway Musical; 1951)

Little Beau Pepe (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Lust for Life, by Irving Stone (Biography; 1934)

Male Bags or Homely Are the Brave (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 358; 1965)

Mother Hub-Hubba-Hubbard (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1947)

My Old Kentucky Home (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1946)

Piano Concerto No. 2 in Bb, by Ludwig van Beethoven (Piano Concerto; 1795)

Please Don't Eat the Daisies, by Jean Kerr (Novel; 1957)

Ready Player One (Film; 2018)

Rogues’ Gallery or Hole That Line-Up (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 357; 1965)

The Rookie (Film; 2003)

Room 237 (Documentary Film; 2013)

Some Like It Hot (Film; 1959)

The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle (Film; 1939)

Umbrella, by Rihanna (Song; 2007)

When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, by Billie Eilish (Album; 2019)

Today’s Name Days

Berthold, Helmut, Ludolf (Austria)

Bertold, Eustazije, Jona (Croatia)

Taťána (Czech Republic)

Jonas (Denmark)

Joakim, Joonas, Kimmo (Estonia)

Joni, Jonne, Jonni, Joona, Joonas, Jouni (Finland)

Gladys, Gwladys (France)

Berthold, Helmut, Ludolf (Germany)

Auguszta (Hungary)

Secondo (Italy)

Agija, Aldonis, Ilma, Ranta (Latvia)

Almantė, Bertoldas, Manvydas (Lithuania)

Jonas, Jonatan (Norway)

Cyryl, Czcirad, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Ostap, Wiktoryn (Poland)

Denia, Marcu (Romania)

Miroslav (Slovakia)

Eustasio (Spain)

Jens, Jonas (Sweden)

Berthold, Fletcher, Pearl, Pearle, Pearlie, Pearline, Perla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 89 of 2024; 277 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 13 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 13 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 20 (Red-Chen)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 19 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 19 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 29 Green; Extraday [29 of 30]

Julian: 16 March 2024

Moon: 82%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 5 Archimedes (4th Month) [Galen]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 11 of 92)

Week: Last Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 9 of 31)