#melkin

[fictionkinfessions]

Been playing stardew again.

Shout out to my girlfriend Sophia. I love you and I miss you, I hope you're doing good in this life. stay safe for me, okay? -The Farmer. (or as you knew me, Mel.)

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[nitewrighter]

Tag Game

Tagged by @stealingpotatoes!

Last Song: Advanced-Remix by callmestevieray and Melkin

Currently Watching: Just got season 2 of Twin Peaks from the library, baybee!!!

Three Ships: Clois, Boostle, Labru

Favorite Colors: Green and yellowy-orange

Currently Reading: Soooo many DC comics and I just finished "Catching the Big Fish" by David Lynch.

Currently Consuming: Just had a berry danish!

First Ship: hmmmm uh that's tough because like, there's fictional relationships you like, and then fictional relationships you *ship* as part of participation in fandom culture. In the case of the former... probably Saya/Haji in Blood+. In the case of the latter... Theon/Jeyne from A Song of Ice and Fire.

Place of Birth: I was totally born in the United States of A from a normal human woman. I was definitely not grown from a bacterial culture scraped from an impact crater of unknown origin in the Columbia Icefield. I have teeth and I grew them myself from my skull which is also definitely mine and I have always had since my birth which was normal.

Current Location: California.

Last Movie: Late Night with the Devil! It was so fun!!!

Currently Working On: Like 5 different WIPs. I should just pull the trigger on my Toyman fic because that one's at 12k words and there's mostly just some logistical stuff I need to work out with that one.

Tagging @gwendolyn-of-loxley, @theaustinstollhaus, @hyperbishopsupreme, @rennskye, @severedned, @chess-blackmyre

[presidentofbirds]

Chapter 3 explores spirits and the dead, starting with two members of the Circus Moribund - a traveling carnival backed by the Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears. Unlike other organizations, this one gets tucked in with the Melkin Fool in Red, and Abyssal Exalt who appears in chapter 4.

The two members of the circus we get write ups for, Snowfall Sable and Spraying Water, feel out of context without the details of the circus. However, because the circus gets tucked into the Melkin Fool's entry rather than getting a full write up of its own (where these performers would have fit perfectly), both the circus and the Abyssal don't get the word count they need to shine.

So, what do I like about these entries? They highlight the weird anachrony that Exalted allows. The Melkin Fook herself is an interesting take on what an Abyssal servant of the Lover can be. They become another weird dead threat that travels the North - a direction that has always been described as beset with undead and fae threats but has sometimes be light on showing who those threats are.

[wellpresseddaisy]

Use Any Means pt 7

Ron and Hermione seemed out of sorts, and perhaps a touch embarrassed, after their shared diatribe. They subsided into making a respectable meal off the tea tray, moving their chairs over to sit by Harry. Cadwaladr directed a side table over to them so they wouldn’t have to balance teacups and plates on their knees and waited until they were wrapped up in a quiet conversation before he spoke.

"I'm going to be terribly impertinent and impose on you. Would any of you be able to stay until Harry is awake again? I don't want him waking up in a strange place without anyone familiar here."

Molly looked troubled. "I suppose I could…well, Ron can stay or…I could ask Arthur to get Ginny off the train. Harry isn’t a good color right now.”

“You could ask Percy if he’ll come a little later, if that’s all right.” Ron suggested, patting Harry’s ankle as the sleeping boy twitched violently. “He might come if Dad isn’t here. Er, were we not supposed to be listening?” He added, catching sight of his mum’s face.

“No, Ron, it’s fine. Why Percy?” No one missed how tired Molly sounded.

“He knows what the Ministry’s likely to try with…all this happening.” Ron gestured vaguely with a slice of bread and butter. “S’practically running the Ministry these days, I reckon. Even if he is a prat.”

“Mum, Dad?” Hermione turned to look at them.

“If anyone thinks I’m passing up this opportunity then they’ve gone mad.” Teddy spoke decidedly.

“And I already had any emergency calls re-routed for the weekend.” Malcolm admitted. “I wasn’t entirely certain what might happen.”

“That’s you sorted then.” Ron murmured to Hermione. “Mum?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Mr. Du, my son Percival would be a good addition to this discussion. He’s…I think he hears quite a bit given his position.”

“I haven’t been in England in quite some time, Mrs. Weasley. Any advice or insight into the current political climate would be helpful.” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no issue stretching the truth for this. Not if it could help the boy now in his care.

“Then Ron and I will stay the night, at least. I'll send a note down to Percy.” She couldn’t quite keep the hope out of her voice.

“Thank you. I…” he trailed off, a new and alarming thought springing to life. “Is anyone prepared to dress for dinner? I rather have a feeling Mrs. Harris may expect it?”

“I can ask Percy to stop by and pick something up for me and for Ron.” Molly pulled parchment and a travel quill from her handbag. “He’ll have his own things.”

“If someone can pop us back for a few minutes, I can pack for…” Teddy looked over at Hermione. They seemed to have an entire conversation with just their eyebrows. “At least tonight and tomorrow. We can plan from there.”

“Yes. One of the footmen can take you, or Melkin, if you prefer.”

“It might be better if it isn’t someone helping Mrs. Harris open the house.” Malcolm suggested.

“I’ll ring and ask if Melkin can bring the carriage around.” He stood and sighed. “Does anyone see anything that resembles a bell pull or a button?”

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Cadwaladr lifted Harry gently from the window seat and settled the boy in his arms. Harry sighed in his sleep and curled closer, one hand fisting into his shirt, crumpling the fine linen. At least irons existed, he thought, and it would give his valet something to do. He shifted Harry slightly and realized that he’d instinctively settled the boy into a carry he’d last used when his youngest brother was eight and refused to fall asleep anywhere but the drawing room sofa.

He only hoped no one would say anything when Harry curled closer. Hermione and Ron trailed him out of the room, refusing to leave their friend even if it meant staying in the sick room with him. Ideally, all three of them would be their own rooms in the nursery wing, but the only rooms they had time to open were the sick room and the day nursery.

They’d have to call it the day room lest any teenager feelings were hurt. Perhaps he could start a new fashion for the ‘school room wing’. Merlin only knew they didn’t need a nursery. What would his own parents have done when there were only those not yet out of school at home? Most likely they’d have called it the nursery wing and told everyone who complained to lump it.

This wasn’t how he’d envisioned bringing the boy home, although he didn’t think anyone would be prepared for phantasms and exploding foreheads. This was, honestly, more emergency than he’d planned for. He thought he’d be dealing with, for the most part, grief and anger and a great deal of ignorance of their world. He could handle grief and anger – he’d dealt with all his younger siblings after…after. He knew how to be the strength another lacked.

Harry worried him. He didn’t blame Andromeda for not knowing or Hagrid for not noticing, but surely someone at Hogwarts ought to have noticed that things weren’t right.

Harry’s height and weight, his easy acceptance of the utterly bizarre (even for the magical world), and the tale his friends told spoke of deeper problems. He supposed his job now was to bring Harry through all of this. To give him structure and safety and care. He’d done it at not yet twenty-five for six others when he knew nothing about children and the raising thereof. Would one be that much more trouble?

He could practically hear young Mr. Weasley sniggering at him in his head. He had a sinking feeling that one Harry Potter would, without doubt, give him more trouble than the six he’d already raised. Sighing to himself, he carefully settled Harry on a bed in the sick room. Two other stood waiting, along with a comfortable sitting area by the fire. He looked about, hoping for Harry’s trunk, and noticed just how the maids, the sick nurse, and Mrs. Harris all looked.

“Has he any nightclothes?” They’d have to make do with switching spells and cleaning spells.

“None worth putting on the poor lamb…his grace.” One of the housemaids blurted out. She looked to be thirty seconds from tears.

“Hush, Nell.” Mrs. Harris scolded. “His Grace’s wardrobe is…lacking. I had Della run up to the attic and bring down some things for him.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Harris.” Cadwaladr spoke carefully. “We’ll just get him changed.”

He performed the switching spell automatically, as he had countless times for his own siblings, and tucked him firmly under the covers. Harry now wore a long white nightshirt. Ron and Hermione exchanged a pointed look.

“Not in love with magical fashions?” Cadw asked.

“Well, he won’t complain…” Ron hedged.

Which meant, Cadw knew, that they would hear all about it even if he didn’t.

“I see. Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Will you be comfortable up here?”

“Oh yes, thank you.” Hermione answered. “We have our trunks and our Summer work to keep us busy.”

“I’ll ask someone to bring up a selection of books for you.” Cadw caught Ron’s dismayed expression. “And I believe we may have some bound volumes on Quidditch. Mrs. Harris had the forethought to open the, er, day room right across the hall. There are games, more books, and a gramophone-wireless combination if you need anything else to do. It tends to have whatever you need in the moment.”

“I’m sure we’ll be very comfortable.” Hermione repeated firmly.

Oh, he recognized that tone. Get gone, adults, we’d like to talk privately.

“I’ll be waiting on the…” Nell paused. “The school corridor this evening, Miss. If you need anything you just ring.”

“Thank you, Nell. We’ll do that.”

“And Nurse Hallett will be in and out to check on his grace.” Mrs. Harris further assured them.

Cadw almost swore he could hear Hermione’s teeth grinding. Ron shifted next to her.

“We’ll leave you to it. I’ll be up before and after we dine.” He took pity on the teenagers who clearly wanted all adults out of their hair and took everyone with him when he left.

As he closed the door, he heard Ron mutter ‘school corridor my eye…this is the bloody nursery sick room’.

[burgeronus]

Melkin time will come

[strvhd]

so ummmmm bride ( gender neutral )

@auspiciatus: MORDIS MELKIN @apalestar ASTARION ACUNIN @brknallure ZELDA NPC EMILE ADORE NPC SHOSHANA LAGYSA NPC SHIRA VON ZAROVICH

[talesofxanje]

Gingerbread Melkin

What could be better than a playful dragon who smells like gingerbread cookies? The gingerbread melkin is found in Pink gift boxes, and you get three of them in each box - one wildtype, one carrier, and one pastel variant.

Click here to start your pet collection today!

[comandosdesalvamento]

JOVEN ATROPELLADO. Melkin Leonel Mancia Lara, de 22 años, resultó con traumas en distintas partes del cuerpo, luego de ser atropellado por un automotor cuando intentaba cruzar la Alameda Juan Pablo II y la 20ª. Avenida Norte en San Salvador. Comandos de Salvamento de El Salvador lo ingreso a un hospital.

[curiosofthechasm]

The much taller, masked individual walked with her into the rain, lantern swinging. “No” they said promptly in their electronic voice, leading on.

The drunk melkine had either moved or been moved. A washed stain remained on the stones steps where they had vomited. Now there was hardly anyone out here. Even the dispersed voices were fewer and farther between. Many of the lights behind the screened walls were dimmer or out entirely.

“We are not to speak” said the neutral, buzzing voice. “Might contaminate your memories… thoughts.”

The figure guided her through a maze of similar streets. The city was dense, rustic and strangely beautiful in the dark rain. Clouds of lights and lanterns were strung between the structures overhead. Wind chimes made melodic sounds in the night. They happened upon a canal and bridge. Several people were perched upon the ornate, pedestrian structure and scores of floating lanterns bobbed in the water below. In this open space, the rain could be seen better. Sheets of droplets emerged from the sky in an arc, their path bending with Coriolis force as the world slowly rotated. Still, the night was quiet.

Her escort did not slow.

On the other side of the canal, tucked against another block of dense city structures, a reached a building with narrow entrance. The entrance opened on a corridor that descended into total blackness. The keeper raised its lantern and stuck it onto the hook at the end of its staff. It then offered a gloved hand with fingers that were too long to be baseline.

“Come”

Asova smiled at Noelle. “You like meeting new people, correct? A people person? I seem to recall that you are fantastic at talking to quirky customers!”

@songofsilentechoes

[fictionkinfessions]

I kin Piper from the original charmed and Mel from the reboot and fuck! Do I miss my family so much. I drew so much from my sisters, and now I don’t have that because I don’t have any sisters. I have a brother but our relationship isn’t anything like what I had with my sisters (not that that’s a bad thing, I’m happy with my relationship with him). I just miss my sisters so so much. I’m so proud of all five of you, wherever you are. —Piper/Melanie (#🌿🏹🐺)

[jschristine]

Killer One - Chapter 03 

Time was meaningless to me. It varied between going too fast and going too slow. I felt like I was jumping from one altered reality to another. I would close my eyes to sleep and wake up in another place. Another age, another time. I would blink and see Vik or Scully or Cameron or Lacey and no one stayed who they said they were. 

Cameron would be standing right in front of me but he had Vik’s snakelike voice telling me to try to punch him. 

Finn would hand me pills. 

Lacey kept dying. 

I thought I woke myself up once from screaming but I wasn’t sure.

The world stopped tilting at some point whenever I walked but the nightmare never stopped. 

[raiasintended]

you cannot convince me the Physician doesn’t sputter and squint like Elon when he hits that shit. meanwhile, the Melkin Fool in Red smokes only the most nefarious bush, the most forbidden dank. before she emcees her Silent Hill circus of weird sexy clowns

Rai I have to genuinely ask, did you NOT expect the nerd caste to come out on top for the Abyssal Castes? I mean, it IS the Necromancer Caste after all. Who doesn't wanna be a cool Lord of the Dead with a Necromantic Army of the Damned?

I thought that as the Murder Experts among Murder Experts, Day Caste would have finished WAY higher

[agentrcmedy]

@skysnipsw​ | <3 starter

“I can feel you there, you know.” The lightest of smiles tugged at her lips as eyes remained closed, palm raised upwards at the floating rock she had been focusing her attention towards for the past several minutes. “Are you hiding from the Council again? Or is it Obi Wan, perhaps Ahsoka?” Using her abilities, she pulled the rock closer to her body and then caught the rock mid-air, tossing it up before catching it again and setting it aside. Her arms propelled her up from her cross-legged position to stand before turning to face the newcomer, brightening gaze finally setting itself upon the other Jedi.

“Whatever reason you are here, I am glad to see you.” A soft chuckle escaped her while her fingers grazed his hand in a warm greeting. How was it that simply being in the same room with him brought her this much serenity? She knew the rules. Two Jedi taught not to form attachments, yet here she was, unable to halt the depth of her feelings.

[queenhee]

#Repost @melkinsports ・・・ [EVENT 참여하고 실내자전거 득템❤] ⠀ #멜킨이 #또 !!!!🚴‍♀️🚴‍♂️🚴‍♀️🚴‍♂️ ⠀ 신제품 엑스바이크가 런칭 되었습니다. 나를 위한, 우리 집을 위한 살림 마련 찬스 ���‍♀️🙆‍♀️ ⠀ 지금 바로 이벤트에 참여하세요. 온 가족이 사용 가능한 실내자전거를 드립니다! ⠀ 1. 팔로우 하고 2. 좋아요 누르고 3. 댓글로 ‘엑스바이크는 멜킨’ 외치기! ⠀ ■ 기간 : 12/12 ~ 12/18 ■ 발표 : 12/20(금) (댓글 공지 및 개별 DM 안내 예정) ■ 경품 : 총 5명 ■ 참여방법 : 1. 팔로우하고 2. 좋아요 누르고 3. 댓글 작성 ⠀ ⠀ ■멜킨 엑스바이크는? 1단~8단 까지 강도 조절이 가능한 실내 바이크입니다. 편하게 운동하실 수 있도록 보틀케이지와 이동식바퀴까지! 공간을 차지하지 않는 접이식 시스템으로 온 가족이 하실 수 있는 실내자전거를 만나보세요. ⠀ ■ 꼭 읽어주세요! - 상품 수령 후 영상리뷰를 남겨주세요 (상품 수령 후 1주일 이내. 안올려주시면… 미워요) - 당첨 시 기한 내에 배송정보를 제공하지 않을 경우 당첨이 취소될 수 있습니다. - 중복 당첨은 되지 않습니다. ⠀ ⠀ #melkin #멜킨 #엑스바이크 #신제품이벤트 #신제품런칭 #신제품 #melkinsports #멜킨스포츠 #이벤트 #이벤트그램(인천공항 Incheon Airport에서) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6CFjRBl1et/?igshid=awg83ybk5hm3

[sweetfirebird]

Twitter woke up in a Mood this morning. Anyway, love when I go to block a person and realize I already have ans then that I have gone to block them several times before for their obnoxious behavior. It's good to know I wasn't wrong to do it.

[somanybookssolittletime1]

Blog Tour ~ Rebel One by J.S. Christine: Excerpt + Giveaway! 

Blog Tour ~ Rebel One by J.S. Christine (@JSCbooks): Excerpt + Giveaway! | @XpressoTours #Romance #NewAdult

~~~ Rebel One by J.S. Christine (Melkin Series, #1) Publication date: May 13th 2022 Genres: New Adult, Romance Lacey Carson dreams of experiencing the world outside of the mundane town her father limits her to. “Go big or go home”? Lacey is already wrapped up in her comforter before that question can be finished. Her fight or flight instinct falls hard in one direction only. Insert Travis…