#mischief at the oliviers

[personinthepalace]

Henry Lewis and Jonathan Sayer at the Olivier Awards 2024

[shakespearenews]

Some of the stories Gambon told may not be exactly true. An incorrigible prankster on stage, he was an inveterate fibber, especially when a reporter’s ears were flapping. Did he actually affront Laurence Olivier in his Old Vic audition by doing one of the star’s famous speeches from Richard III and then slicing his hand open on a pillar? Maybe. Did he fire a water pistol at his fellow actors? Seems so. Did he really lose his temper at an underpopulated matinee of Uncle Vanya, after spotting a front-row punter unashamedly working on an oil painting of co-star Greta Scacchi? And did he then hoist up a samovar brimming with water, lumber to the front of the stage and hurl it at him, drenching both painter and canvas? We can but hope.

...

Tears erupted mid-speech in Skylight; in both Uncle Vanya and Tales from Hollywood, he suddenly collapsed, felled like a tree in a lightning storm. Gambon carried a pebble in his pocket throughout his performances of Lear, he told Gussow, because its solid touch grounded him. Vocally and physically he was a magnified presence – yet somehow, in tales of grief and fury and sheer bewilderment at life’s cruel games, he made that presence feel life-sized.

[acotars]

books read in 2023

january

sweep in peace by ilona andrews

one fell sweep by ilona andrews

a court of mist and fury by sarah j. maas

sweep of the blade by ilona andrews

sweep with me by ilona andrews

my best friend’s exorcism by grady hendrix

kiss her once for me by alison cochrun

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

i’m glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy

love and other words by christina lauren

sweep of the heart by ilona andrews

the only living girl on earth by charles yu

witches get stuff done by molly harper

you had me at hola by alexis daria

her vigilante by lillian lark

inconvenient daughter by lauren j. sharkey

anon pls. by deuxmoi

you are eating an orange. you are naked. by sheung-king

legends & lattes by travis baldree

bad vibes only (and other things i bring to the table) by nora mcinerny

signs of cupidity by raven kennedy

bonds of cupidity by raven kennedy

crimes of cupidity by raven kennedy

read: 23

february

exciting times by naoise dolan

sweethand by n.g. peltier

you made a fool of death with your beauty by akwaeke emezi

something wilder by christina lauren

highly suspicious and unfairly cute by talia hibbert

you deserve each other by sarah hogle

this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max goldstone

would you rather by allison ashley

read: 8

march

meet me in the margins by melissa ferguson

king of battle and blood by scarlett st. clair

the exotic by hampton sides

river of shadows by karina halle

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

lovelight farms by b.k. borison

the soulmate equation by christina lauren

before i let go by kennedy ryan

haunting adeline by h.d. carlson

the lies i tell by julie clark

one jump at a time by nathan chen

our wives under the sea by julia armfield

all systems red (the murderbot diaries #1) by martha wells

before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi

read: 14

april

funny you should ask by elissa sussman

make a scene by mimi grace

sweeter than chocolate by lizzie shane

the kiss quotient by helen hoang

my favorite half-night stand by christina lauren

romantic comedy by curtis sittenfeld

icebreaker by a.l. graziadei

the wedding proposal by john swansiger

circling back to you by julie tieu

by the book by amanda sellet

a lady’s guide to mischief and mayhem by manda collins

love in the time of serial killers by alicia thompson

if the shoe fits by julie murphy

whispers of you by catherine cowles

the kiss curse by erin sterling

by the book by jasmine guillory

honey & spice by bolu babalola

one night on the island by josie silver

the bodyguard by katherine center

the reunion by kayla olson

the neighbor favor by kristina forest

crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo

do i know you? by emily wibberley & austin siegemund-broka

just my type by falon ballard

delilah green doesn’t care by ashley herring blake

happy place by emily henry

dating dr. dil by nisha sharma

icebreaker by hannah grace

count your lucky stars by alexandria bellefleur

stone cold fox by rachel koller croft 

fake it till you bake it by jamie wesley

read: 31

may

the dead romantics

motherthing by ainslie hogarth

the woman in the library by sulari gentill

artificial condition (the murderbot diaries #2) by martha wells

the last word by taylor adams

you shouldn’t have come here by jeneva rose

read: 6

june

fourth wing (the empyrean #1) by rebecca yarros

the very secret society of irregular witches by sangu mandanna

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

read: 3

july

the traitor queen (the bridge kingdom #2) by danielle l. jensen

the beast by katee robert

baldur's gate: descent into avernus by by james introcaso et. al

forget me not by julie soto

the wishing game by meg shaffer

read: 5

august

the true love experiment by christina lauren

pachinko by min jin lee

almond by sohn won-pyung, translated by joosun lee

hook, line, and sinker by tessa bailey

read: 4

september

hey, u up? (for a serious relationship): how to turn your booty call into your emergency contact by emily axford & brian murphy

everyone knows your mother is a witch by rivka galchen

fangs by sarah andersen

a room with a view by e.m. forster

juniper bean resorts to murder by gracie ruth mitchell

one's company by ashley hutson

the mysterious affair at styles by agatha christie

solita: a gothic romance by vivien rainn

you, again by kate goldbeck

the undertaking of hart and mercy by megan bannen

my roommate is a vampire by jenna levine

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

the vampires of el norte by isabel cañas

her body and other parties by carmen maria machado

evil eye by etaf rum

the seven year slip by ashley poston

read: 17

october

keeper of enchanted rooms by charlie n. holmberg

the serpent and the wings of night by carissa broadbent

shy by max porter

down comes the night by allison saft

the unfortunate side effects of heartbreak and magic by breanne randall

the hurricane wars by thea guanzon

read: 6

november

a witch's guide to fake dating a demon by sarah hawley

the wake-up call by beth o'leary

when in rome by sarah adams

the view was exhausting by mikaella clements and onjuli datta

hello stranger by katherine center

practice makes perfect by sarah adams

do your worst by rosie danan

read: 7

december

bookshops & bonedust by travis baldree

the fake mate by lana ferguson

read: 2

final count: 127/100

[islahvnt]

Secretly you love this, do you even wanna' go free? Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means

mentions: Yvonne, Ayaz, Vidal, Henry and Olivier tw: gore, violence, murder

The lights had never bothered her. If anything, they made it all the easier to slip in and out of the crowd of people that ventured into the open mouth of the Venue, and more specifically the Rutherfords. A cesspool of the cities most oblivious mingling without a thought about the demons they congregated with. If Hell offered an everglade of euphoria for the worst creatures the city held; the Venue would be the welcoming party. The leather skirt she wore clung tight to a lithe form. A snake among them, sidling up alongside the unsuspecting offering a glimpse of sweat and honey beneath the white lace of her crop top; leaving little to the imagination as she lured them beyond the lobby of a Rutherford hellscape and beyond. Without question, she teed up dealers with those willing to pay, and poured every elixir known to man that might otherwise inebriate those only looking for a night they’ll never remember.

Gather information; carve out a safe place for lips eager to spill all. She was little more than a pretty face to them; harmless. Good for a fuck, just a taste; all while she wove the design of their own demise between manicured fingertips.

As easily as she managed, there was no doubting the dire need to lash out that had simmered away since her initial release. Bound and muzzled by her mentors, Isla listened to Henry and Vidal because she wanted to. And subconsciously, in a grab for their approval. Their respect. It’s one of the few things she’s deigned to desire since the cold night two of the Rutherford's enforcers arrived at her fathers store to deliver the consequence of a failed payment. It was a fire that never dimmed, and one that Isla would prove was catching, even if it killed her. Even if she was just a pretty face.

A hand, as silken as the smoothes porcelain surface found its way beneath her skirt, squeezing the curve of her behind with a certain fervor that made her teeth grit. Pause. Her features soften as she glances across her shoulder at him, the glint of mischief in the sparkle of her eye that only becomes all the brighter as her manicured brow peaks “Where you going, baby?” She reads his lips over the reverberating thrum of drum and bass that called the club home. The blonde turns, instantly pressing her body into his, just to speak into the shell of his ear as she lifts the expensive bottle she was taking to a booth of loyalists. “To do my job. Someone around here has to make sure you’re all having a good night,” there’s something sickly sweet to the curvature of her voice, a flicker of venom that nobody ever saw coming. Yvonne Rutherford. The name had swelled an unspeakable cloud above them that they were entirely unaware of. A passing mention that perhaps nobody else would have thought to pick up, and yet Isla had. Perhaps the awful accent, or the pompous way in which they dressed, as loud as their voices - begging everyone close enough to believe they were something worth watching made them believe that there was too much to see, for anyone to truly be listening. Maybe they knew that their worth truly only extended to their looks; and not every moronic fucking thought that came to the front of their barely mature mind. She never missed a beat though. “How are you meant to make sure we’re having fun if you’re not here with us?” It doesn’t really land with her, though the fact that he and his friends are quickly jabbing each other with elbows makes it clear to her the kind of people they were. “You’re too pretty to be working like this..” he grinned and pulled her closer, pressing a finger beneath her chin to lift her gaze, “- I’d take care of you.” She could have gagged, openly, feeling her skin crawl in the same way that it always did. 

Gather information. Fuck that. 

White teeth scour her lesser lip, and doe hues flicked between them, and back to the bar. Beneath her heels, the sticky substance seeks to glue her to the spot and the tang of desire rears its ugly head as she sets the bottle on the table and offers a dazzling smile, “How about you take care of this for now..” The blonde drawls out, the briefest touch of fingertips across his leg, just a taste, “And then you take care of me later.” Hues linger just long enough for it to sink in, beneath his foolish demure of importance, “Both of you… take care of me later.” It’s all she says, plucking the phone from the table in front of him, to dial her own number before she tucks it safely into the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. “I’ll call you when I finish,” —----------------

There are options. There are always options. But Isla had never been one to weigh them up equally. And the taste of being the only one to know only served to fill her drunk with the spark of desire that she felt beneath her bones once again. Proving herself was one thing, though she’d hoped that the things she wanted didn’t make her seem desperate to impress. Simply put, Isla Hunt knew what she was good at. And chaos tangled itself so tightly around her fingertips, it was impossible to ignore. “I’ll be out in five x.”

The club had emptied out and the lingering echo of all that went on within the four walls continued to ricochet as each lights dimmed out, as each of those she worked with said goodnight and left. The early hours always gave Isla the time she needed to herself - it suited her to be the last to leave, very few others were willing to deal with what could be waiting beyond the doors. But this time, Isla knew. The back door closes behind her, a heavy steel door upon rusting hinges and she perches upon the landing just long enough to light a cigarette. The cherry tip in the dark an ominous glow when one considered the horrors that lurked in the dark. Luckily, tonight, she intended to be that horror. The car pulls up. The darkened SUV worth more than everything she owns, and she cursed it to hell as her heels click against the steps and the doors of the vehicle swing open to reveal the two french soldiers. Unassuming, and stupid. They jeer. One waves a clear bag of white powder and the blonde feels a sting of disappointment at the notion of it. Inebriated, she didn’t hate.. But if they were high, it certainly took an ounce of fun out of it. The irony wasn’t entirely lost on her. The barely gone cigarette is crushed beneath the toe of her shoe as she slows to a stop, pressing a shoulder into the car and it’s clear enough that they’ve only got one thing on their mind. The press of damp lips meet her shoulder as the taller of the two draws an arm around her waist - the giggle that she elicits is hollow, but they don’t know that. Somewhere in the mess of powder, lips, teeth and the bottle of vodka she’d palmed off to them earlier, the cool leather of the backseat settles against her skin. It’s a wonder the two can barely see, though she supposes they’re built like bulls and couldn’t think for a second that they’d made a single wrong move in their attempt to run a very, very stupid play by the eyes and ears of the Rutherford organization. A rough hand curls in against the inside of her thigh, and she buries fingertips into the mess of blonde hair upon what she thinks might be the younger of the two before she speaks. A heavy breath, one among many to fog the windows just that little bit more. 

“Hey.. hey,” there’s velvet in the husk of her voice, as she thinks about how many times she’ll have to scrub her skin raw, and yet she continues, reaching for the bottle with one hand as she shifts just enough for the brute with blue eyes to draw her into his lap, the cramped backseat nothing that he clearly hasn’t maneuvered before. She draws the bottle to her lips, careful enough that the clear liquid slips through the gap without her ever really touching the rim of the bottle. Isla leans in, a hand pressed to his chest as she looks between the two. The tilt of her head portraying the same beautiful woman she’d become accustomed to being seen as, “How do you know Yvonne Rutherford’s address?”

Silence.

Something in her eyes changes. A flicker in the warmth of the fire burning. Once one of muted desire, turned to a raging inferno as realization dawned on them.

“It’ll be easy. She’s like an outlier of the family.. Nobody is paying her any fucking attention right now and I’ve been staking the place for weeks now.” “You’re insane.” Pause. “Wait till the boy’s find out we kidnapped and put Yvonne Rutherford six fucking feet under.”

The bottle she held already cracked; a detail she’d noted hours before and intended to get rid of before conversation had crept in like a little voice in her head, met the back of the center console with a deft shatter of glass, and everything within the confines of the car exploded. Isla’s hand still curled around the neck of the bottle as she drove the jagged edge into his gut, once... twice.... in the same breath that a hand curls around her neck and drags her to the other side of the backseat.

Her head connects with the window, tinnitus rupturing within her head as everything spins and she searches in the dark for clarity. It doesn’t matter where it is. All she knows is anger - anger and pure hatred. The air in her lungs rushing out as a fist buries itself somewhere in the pit of her stomach. Like hell - the blonde knew who she was, what she was; and among the monsters that reigned above her, Isla Hunt wasn’t one to be underestimated. She’d lost the bottle, and it rolled away beneath one of the chairs; but she didn’t need it. The shard she now gripped as she doubled over cut deeply into the palm of her hand, her own blood the same sacrifice she’d make over and over for the Rutherfords after they picked her up and gave her something to wield. They’d lost enough. Stars splinter her vision, and she feels the skin at her brow split, blood slipping to stain usually piercing eyes with a certain horror that she’d fight to see through. Instinctively, her hand flies up to protect her face and instead collides with a target she hadn’t been aiming for. Glass slices through flesh and she knows it’s a scar he’ll either wear for the rest of his life, or one that will never get a chance to heal. His scream ripples through the air and she knows it pierces the night beyond the cars cabin. “You fucking bitch, my eye..” His eye indeed. It hangs limp from his socket and the gnarly open wound a crevice of flesh and blood that she knows belongs to her now. Isla heaves a breath as he slows, perhaps conceding some kind of defeat. The other, slumped in his seat growing paler by the minute hadn’t served an ounce of fight since she carved open his gut. 

She feels a moment of relief slither into the tension in her back, but disappointment soon follows. All that bravado for fuck all. The blonde spits, a mix of blood and saliva and wipes at her mouth, crimson highlighting the white of her teeth even more than usual. “Fucking pigs.” It’s muttered beneath her breath, stained blonde hair catching against the drivers side headrest as she leans back to catch another breath; a mistake that she deeply regrets as she her side lights up, white hot with pain and the sound of a bullet fires off.  It’s deafening and whatever ringing she might have heard in her ears before hand was nothing compared to this. The hole the bullet had carved through the roof of the car only inches from the side of her head; a near miss. Unlike the shard of glass now broken off just beneath her ribs. The blonde gasps and finds she can’t draw a big enough breath, and where defeat might have come swiftly, it only surged her anger to boil over. “And here I was, considering leaving you alive to play messenger boy.” But with one heavy swing, the already bloodied glass buried itself in his neck. The blonde slumps back in his seat, and she watches quietly, as he drowns in his own blood and meets whatever devil hell sent for him. “The Rutherford’s send their fucking regards.”

—------------------ It’s with great effort that Isla pulls herself over the center console and into the front seat. She digs through the glove box, quick to snatch up the phone that definitely doesn’t belong to her - knocking an array of photographs to the floor in the process, only to dial her own number long enough to find her purse. Tucked away beneath the passenger seat, blood smears the leather, dark until it dries and becomes a piece of the upholstery, and true to the women’s ability to multitask, she flips over the photographs as she digs it free.

“I need your help. Venue. x.” 

She texts, hues flickering over each snapshot of Yvonne coming and going from her home in London. She doesn’t care what the time is; Isla knows Ayaz will be there.

And while she waits, she flips the vanity mirror down, drawing the edge of a shaky pinky finger around the edge of her lip, her opposing thumb pressing down on the trigger of her lighter, watching as it caught light in the dark of her resurgence. She would always be more than just a pretty face, but a pretty face didn’t hurt.

[kururu418]

Working on one chapter now, and going to add the Swanhilda chapters to the main story after! So thought I may as well put up a poll to decide what's next after that!

Art by @harchibudytgorichi

[voidnerd]

TTRPG Questionnaire

Taken from @kiikiibee

GENERAL

Name: Berith Valentis

Alias(es): None, although he generally doesn't use his family name. Called "Beri" by his boyfriend, although anyone else using that would get stabbed.

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Place of birth: Vasterland

Spoken languages: Common, Infernal, bits of Chalgasi

Sexual orientation: Gay

Occupation: Wannabe criminal mastermind

Class: Sorcelock (Shadow Magic/Hexblade)

Ancestry: Tiefling. His mother is a high elf and his father is a tiefling. Despite infernal heritage being quite rare where they live, there's a high rate of it on his father's side of the family.

APPEARANCE

Eye color: Gold irises with black sclera

Hair color: Black, although it gets slightly transparent towards the end and acts like smokey flames.

Height: 5′10"

Scars: None

Burns: None

Build: More muscular than you might expect a spellcaster to be, although it's almost completely for show.

FAVOURITE

Color: Red, gold

Hair color: He doesn't care.

Eye color: Again, doesn't really care or think about it much. Although gold is nice.

Music genre: I don't think he has experience with a broad range of musical genres, but he'd prefer the sort of music you'd hear in the city streets or a bar.

Entertainment: Berith loves a good party, although he'd always prefer something in a tavern as opposed to a stuffy noble ball. He also enjoys anywhere he can stir up general mischief.

Pastime: Crime, scheming, fencing training, strategy games

Food: Anything spicy, although he does have a secret sweet tooth

Drink: Mead, red wine

Books: Gross. (He secretly has lots of books on game theory and strategy, but he won't admit it.)

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Nope, that's (kind of) a work in progress.

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: Yes

Kissed a man: Yes

Kissed a woman: Once, just to see if he was into it. He was not.

Gotten tattoos: Not yet.

Gotten piercings: He has several piercings in both ears and his tail.

Had a broken heart: Nope.

Been in love: Hmm...

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Probably.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: No

A kisser: Berith was never big into PDA in the past, but recently he's come to appreciate it a little more... So yes.

A smoker: He will out of boredom or socially, but it's not a habit.

Scared easily: Berith isn't scared of anything, for better or worse.

Jealous easily: YUP.

Trustworthy: NOPE.

Dominant: Yes. Berith has a very commanding personality and that goes for pretty much all areas of his life.

Submissive: No.

Single: Nope, he's currently courting an aasimar noble named Olivier.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: No

Wanted to kill someone: Oh yeah, lots of people.

Actually killed someone: Yes

Ridden a horse: Probably like... Once? And it probably went poorly.

Have/had a job: Does being a delinquent count as a job? If so, then yes.

Have any fears: Nope

FAMILY

Berith has an older twin sister named Cailith. They're pretty much complete opposites and don't get along at all. Their parents are a Duke and Duchess in Vasterland, with their mother's branch of the family distantly related to the King.

TAG

I'll tag @solveliss but anyone else can swipe it too! I might do this for my blood hunter eventually also.

[doamarierose-honoka]

LONDON -- Michael Gambon, the Irish actor who played Dumbledore in the Harry Potter films, has died at 82.

"We are devastated to announce the loss of Sir Michael Gambon," a statement from his family said. "Beloved husband and father, Michael died peacefully in hospital with his wife Anne and son Fergus at his bedside, following a bout of pneumonia. Michael was 82. We ask that you respect our privacy at this painful time and thank you for your messages of support and love."

Born in Dublin on Oct. 19, 1940, Gambon made both his film and stage debuts in 1962 and 1965 productions, respectively, of William Shakespeare's "Othello." He was among the first ensemble of actors to join the Royal National Theatre in London, alongside the likes of Laurence Olivier, Maggie Smith and Michael Redgrave, to name a few. In 1998, he received a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth.

He would go on to star in films like 2001's "Gosford Park" and 2010's "The King's Speech," both of which earned him Screen Actors Guild Awards for best cast in a motion picture.

Gambon took over the role of Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, beginning with the third "Harry Potter" film following the death of Richard Harris in 2002. Harris played Dumbledore for the first two films and Gambon played him for the remaining six in the series.

On the small screen, Gambon won four British Academy Television Awards for best actor. He won for "The Singing Detective" in 1987, "Wives and Daughters" in 2000, "Longitude" in 2001 and "Perfect Strangers" in 2002. He also earned two Primetime Emmy Awards for "Path to War" in 2002 and for "Emma" in 2010.

Gambon was a much-lauded stage actor and received three Olivier Awards, often considered the British equivalent of the Tony Awards, during his career out of 13 nominations. He won trophies for "A Chorus of Disapproval" in 1985, "A View from the Bridge" in 1987 and for "Man of the Moment" in 1990.

He would go on to make his Broadway debut in 1997 in "Skylight," for which he earned a Tony nomination.

Gambon's "Harry Potter" co-star Rupert Grint, who played Ron Weasley in the film series, took to social media to pay tribute to the late actor.

"So sad to hear about Michael," Grint wrote in an Instagram post. "He brought so much warmth and mischief to every day on set. He captivated me as a kid and became a personal role model of mine for finding the fun and eccentricities in life. Sending all my love to his family, Rupert."

Gambon is survived by his longtime wife Anne and their son Fergus.

[saline-coelacanth]

I have 3 questions

1)How does Arin and Sora feel about Oliver and?

2)what are Arin,Sora and Olivier's favourite things to do together?

3) have Arin and Sora seen Oliver crystal king form?

For Arin, he would initially be hesitant of Oliver since he knows that he was the Crystal King, but he'd warm up to him pretty quickly after getting to know him. Sora might have some hesitation purely based on Arin's reaction, but again, she'd warm up pretty quickly. After a while they sort of see Oliver like an older brother, or at least those are the vibes I feel like their dynamic would give off.

I could see the three of them playing video games together or just getting into some mischief (probably led by Oliver). I can also see Oliver taking an interest in baking and Arin trying to teach him, but Oliver just isn't good at it despite his efforts (he's like Cole in that way I guess).

Arin probably would have seen Oliver's Crystal King form back when Crystalized happened in the first place, but he would have been pretty young at the time and he obviously wouldn't have seen it up close, but probably some pictures of video or something. Sora wasn't in Ninjago when all of that happened so she wouldn't know. As for in Dragons Rising, so far I don't think they would have seen him change into that form, at least at this point in time. In the future they probably will end up seeing him in that form, but again we gotta see how the story unfolds.

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below is short list of muses that I am currently interested in writing for. there will for sure be more to come / more info for all once I have my doc or carrd finished !! any muse with this symbol in front of the name is high muse/high priority subject " ┈─★ " ⠀( meaning ; please indulge me ! ) I am just gonna state this here that most of my portrayals are yes based in canon but also heavily influenced by my own interpretation of said canon & headcanons. ( some may even be treated as OCs )

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰¹ ⠀⠀𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐄 & 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

momo ayase ⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀dandadan ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ¹⁸ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀physic powers , killer fashion sense , & the girl with a plan. yoshino somei⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀yakuza fiancé ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀yakuza princess , iron spine , & tattoo eye-picker. alphonse elric ⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁵-¹⁸ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀polite younger brother , man of metal , & heart of gold. ling yao ( greedling ) ⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀race to the throne , princely duties , & a body made for sin. olivier armstrong⠀⠀⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age³⁷ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀northern wall of briggs , ice queen , & eldest sister. riza hawkeye⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀full metal alchemist ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁵ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sharp shooter , the queen piece , & 1st lieutenant ┈─★ ⠀ vi ( violet ) ⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁶-²³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pinkie , brawler , & girl kisser ( @b7ush jinx exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀silco⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age³⁹ - ⁴³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the eye of zaun , brother lost , & kindred spirts. ( @b7ush jinx exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀lest⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁵ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀cats eye , keen hearing , & information gathering. ┈─★ ⠀scar⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀arcane ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²³ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀bat ears, bone mask , & a right hand man. kyōjurō  rengoku⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age²⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heart ablaze , soul of fire & a need to protect . inosuke hashibira⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸-³⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dual wield , AaHahaHAHA & wall eyed boar head . kanao tsuyuri⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀demon slayer ⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀age¹⁸-³⁰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀butterfly manor , fate decided & blowing soap bubbles . ⠀⠀

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰² ⠀⠀𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

┈─★ ⠀ivan⠀⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²² ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀nasty dog, the gods eye , & a heart to give. ( @b7ush till exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀mizi ⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²² ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ MY CLEMATIS , lone turtle dove , & failed savoir(@b7ush sua exclusive) ┈─★ ⠀luka ⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ³⁰ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀lick claim , smiling mask, & ruler of the heart(@b7ush hyuna exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀dewy ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀alien stage⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ³⁰ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀no screen time , himbo coded , & nabbed npc ┈─★ ⠀jester lavorre⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀critical role⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²⁰ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀mischief & giggles , blueberries , & the heart of the group

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰³ ⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

helsie ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀fortnite⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age ²⁰⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀adventure-seeker, vampire staker, & boba master ┈─★ ⠀sara chidouin ⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀Kimi ga Shine⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age¹⁷-²³⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ the god father , the leader , & cute little detective. ( @b7ush jou exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀ dottore⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ ageˡᵉˢˢ ⠀ ⠀⠀ƶ͛ą͛ñď͐͋ɨ͋͐̈́̾k̾̈́ , the good doctor , & pieces of a whole ( @b7ush kuni exclusive ) ┈─★ ⠀hu tao⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ spirit guide , meeting death with a smile, &  plum blossoms lumine⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀genshin impact⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ sylas ⠀⠀/⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀league of legends⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age³⁰ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ alune ⠀/ ⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀league of legends⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age²⁵ ashley brown⠀⠀⠀ /⠀⠀⠀ ❛⠀⠀⠀until dawn⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀ age¹⁸-²⁵⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀smart cookie, beanie wearer , & the token girl of a trio.

⸺ㅤ▘▐ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⁰⁰⁴ ⠀⠀𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

i  highly  doubt  anyone  will  ever  request  anything from me  but  I  figured  I  should  put  it  here  anyways cause  hey  ,  i've  been  wrong  before. HA.

[audiodrama]

Hell or High Rollers

[atlanticcanada]

Two Shippagan, N.B., men arrested, one charged, following home invasion

Two men from Shippagan, N.B., have been arrested, and one has been charged, following a home invasion in the community earlier this week.

Members of the Lamèque and Caraquet RCMP detachments responded to a report of a home invasion at a home on 8th Street around 5:40 p.m. Monday.

Police say two men broke into the home and assaulted two people inside.

One of the men was allegedly armed with a weapon.

Police say the men then fled the scene before they arrived on scene.

One of the victims was taken to hospital with non-life-threatening injuries.

The two suspects were arrested a short time later.

A 65-year-old man was later released and is scheduled to appear in court at a later date.

Marc-Olivier Mallet, 30, appeared in Bathurst provincial court Thursday and was charged with:

two counts of breaking and entering a dwelling with intent to commit an indictable offence

two counts of mischief under $5,000

two counts of uttering threats

possession of a weapon for a dangerous purpose

He was remanded into custody and is scheduled to return to court on March 13.

Police say their investigation is ongoing. 

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/gnNputR

[andthentherewereaton]

Did I write a 1600 word H. Shields fic that absolutely no one on Earth asked for.? Yes.

[lisam-arie]

tom hiddleston at his finest

[ source: @tomhiddleslove ]

[mrofontaine]

Olivier's gaze softened as he watched Elaina settle in beside him. Her presence had a way of grounding him, reminding him that despite the chaos that often surrounded them, there were still these moments of respite where he could be himself. It was a part of why Olivier had always felt most comfortable in her presence. He chuckled at the remark, a familiar glint of mischief dancing in his ocean eyes.

"Lost in it, huh?" He mused, taking a sip of his drink before leaning back in his chair. "Maybe I like being lost now and then. Keeps life interesting, don't you think?" A nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he remembered the time when his infatuation with Lisette had consumed his thoughts, although he shrugged it off as best as he could, even as that weight grew heavier. "Oh, believe me, I remember," he voice, however, cooled for just a moment. A distant look in his eye as he relived that pain for just a moment. "Seems like a lifetime ago now."

He signaled the bartender for another martini for Elaina before turning his attention back to her. "You've got something planned, huh?" he said, curiosity piqued. "Well, you know I'm always up for adventure. Just give me the details when you're ready." He paused, taking in the music and the swaying figures on the stage. "Is this gonna' land me in hot water, or should I prepare for the best night of my life?" He asked over the rim of his glass, smiling.

"You know there's appreciating and then there's being lost in it." Elaina sat down, placing her drink on the table and the bag to the side. There'd been a few things in the week she worked on, and thankfully, things were moving forward, so she felt like she deserved at least half the night off. "Wow, not tonight?" She teased. "Well, look at you. Is this you growing up or what? It's funny to think, a year ago you were freakishly obsessed with Lisette. Do you even remember?"

It felt like a year could change so many things. Not that it hadn't before, but the last year really took the cake. London was hardly making it easy to settle into things. "Get me another martini, please." The woman ordered as she leaned back and cast her eyes towards the stage. The girls really did dance beautifully. "A side note before we get too drunk - I'm going to need you for something I have planned."

[burnsopale]

Look at the cute!

[aquietwritingcorner]

March Mildness Day 12: Stargazing       Word Count:     Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G   Characters: Olivier Mira Armstrong   Warning:     Summary: The stars are brilliant at Fort Briggs. Olivier has always thought so. Buccaneer likes looking at them too. Its even better when they’re looking at them together   Notes:     AO3 || ff.net

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Stargazing

Olivier tipped her head up, breathing out, her breath forming a little cloud that obscured her vision for only a moment. The top of the fort was frigid at best in the height of winter. It was beyond that now. Yet Olivier still stood out here, staring up at the stars in the sky. Tonight the sky wasn’t alight with the auroras, but it was alight with stars.

The stars here were more brilliant than anywhere else she had ever seen. They were clear, bright, and bold. The only times she had seen them bolder was when the fort went into a blackout and then there was no light, except for what came from the sky. It was breathtaking to look at them, to see all the things that she could never see from home as a child. Even from the cottage here in the north she hadn’t been able to see the stars like this. It stirred up feelings of awe that she couldn’t quite put a name to.

“Stargazing again, sir?”

The voice broke through her awareness, although it wasn’t harsh. It was soft, respectful. She hadn’t heard him come up, which was a lapse on her part, but at the same time, he was one of two people here that she had allowed her subconscious to allow close.

“I am,” she said back to Buccaneer.

“It’s hard to get tired of, isn’t it?” he said, and she felt more than saw him settle down next to her, closer to her than she’d allow most.

She didn’t mind him being close on the outcropping of the fort, sitting next to her as they both looked up at the stars. She could feel his heat, which made her suddenly realize just how cold it was out here on the top of Briggs in the middle of the night. She shivered slightly but didn’t acknowledge it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of it,” she said.

Buccaneer shifted around. “Here, sir, I almost forgot. I brought you something.”

This time she did glance his way, and blinked in surprise when he draped a thick, heavy blanket around her shoulders. It was warm, and it smelled like him.

“Thought you might be cold. This should help,” he said with a grin.

It was extremely thoughtful, showed just how well he knew her, and he was one of the few that would have been bold enough to do this. It made her heart feel just a bit warmer, knowing that he had thought of her enough to even consider bringing her this blanket.

Not that she would ever tell him that.

“Idiot,” she said instead. “All it’s doing now is cutting me off from the heat you brought.”

Buccaneer blinked at her for a moment, then grinned again. “There is a solution to that, sir, if I may.”

She nodded her consent, and Buccaneer sat about retrieving the blanket, unfolding it and then moving closer to her. He draped the blanket around both of them.

“I think this is an acceptable solution, sir,” he said, and there was the tease of mischief in his voice and in the sparkle in his eye.

Olivier looked from him back to the sky. “Only if you plan to stay,” she said.

“I do,” he said. “You’re not the only one who likes to stargaze.”

For a few moments they were quiet. The wind was surprisingly still tonight, and the patrols gave them their space. It was a pristine, clear night, the kind where idle conversation almost felt sacrilegious.

“Tell me, Ward,” she spoke, her voice low, soft, and calling Buccaneer by his first name. “When you look at the stars, what do you see?”

Buccaneer was quiet for a moment, then he spoke, shifting a bit closer to her, their typical formality dropped. “I see stories,” he said.

“Stories?” she questioned.

He nodded. “The people who’ve lived in these mountains long before either Amestris or Drachma got here, they used the stars to tell stories.”

“So, you mean like constellations,” Olivier said.

Buccaneer shook his head. “No, not exactly.” He shifted closer to her, putting an arm around her to pull her closer, and lowering his head to where they were even. She allowed it. “Do you see that star there? That’s my favorite. Its where the story of The Maiden starts. She starts out there, with her sisters around her. But then,” he swung his hand around, to another start with a similar brilliance about it. “She’s there, alone. As you watch the seasons progress, more and more of her story comes out. At one point she’s surrounded by dimmer stars, people who aren’t worthy of her. She goes through many trials, even becoming dim herself. In the second to last part of her story, she’s surrounded by many stars, having found her place. And in the last of it, she’s right next to one other star, equally as bright. He starts out his story as The Boy. But there, at the end, right before they meet, they are The Victorious Maiden and the Man of Victory. They come together at the end, finding their true love in one another, and together they are the Victorious. It’s said if a child is born under them at that point of the story, then that child will be blessed with great prosperity in all they do. After that, there’s a period where neither of them are in the sky, and then their story starts all over again.”

He swept his arm across the sky. “They all have stories like that.” He brought it down and readjusted the blanket around them. “What do you see when you look at the stars, Olivier?”

She was quiet for a long moment. “…I see constellations, but I also see them as landmarks, their stories more static and just an afterthought. I see a navigational tool, and discoveries that my ancestors made. Its all very clinical.” She glanced at him. “I think I prefer your stories.”

Buccaneer looked down at her, a tamed smile on his face. “I do to,” he said. “You know… The Maiden’s story has always reminded me of you.”

“Oh?” Olivier said. Their faces were close, but she hadn’t pulled away.

He reached out a hand, carefully and respectfully picking up the ends of her hair. “Yes,” he said. “Would you like me to tell you about her?”

Olivier stared at him, and then turned, leaning up against him. “I would,” she said. “And I would like to hear other stories as well.”

Buccaneer dropped her hair, and turned back towards the sky, but he kept his arm around her, keeping her warm against his bulk. Olivier didn’t pull away. Instead, the two sat there, under the thick blanket, for the new few hours as they told the stories of the stars above them.