#miss-dagny

[corvidaedream]

dysphoria vs the need to be the cutest bitch in the 18th century: fight!

[glamournessmygod]

Citi Zēni // Mazais Bandīts

[littlefoxgw2]

if you heard distant panicked screaming descending from the diving goggles in Bloodstone Fen... no you didn't :)

[hanna-water]

Listening to this song always brings me back to Bergenfest 2023 and is connected to lots of summer flashbacks. 💜 I can almost feel the sun on my skin. Posting this here as a memory...

[conandaily2022]

Miss Universe Iceland 2023 predictions: Helena Hafþórsdóttir O’Connor, Dagny Ósk Garðarsdóttir, Kolfinna Mist Austfjord

The Miss Universe Iceland 2023 coronation ceremony will be held at Gamla Bíó in Reykjavik, Iceland on August 16, 2023. It is the eighth edition of the national beauty pageant that selects Iceland’s Miss Universe and Miss Supranational candidates. Jorge Esteban and Manuela Osk of MUI ehf are the national directors of Miss Universe Iceland. Hrafnhildur Haraldsdottir of East Reykjavik was crowned…

[bana-ki-art]

Dagny and Poleshank are coming back, so far this is all that has accumulated over these 2 weeks. I like these works, but it's like there's something missing in them

[buggywiththefolkmagic]

Buggy's Book Reviews: The Old Mountain Spellbook

Well well well, look who has returned after a long hiatus while life kicked my ass from here to Sunday. Let's get started with a bang shall we? TW: Slavery mentions, appropriation, generalized frustration at the writing space currently with the rise of ghost writers and AI.

This is: The Old Mountain Spellbook by Alda Dagny

Rating: 1/10 

Buckle up. This is gonna be a bumpy ride. Prepare to be shocked, horrified, and gobsmacked.

For context the cover art of this book caught my eye and then I read the small blurb of a subtitle for it and cringed so incredibly hard that the moment it showed up in my Spotify audio book list, I had to give it a listen for a measly 3 and a half hours of my life while at work. 

I regret this decision so very hard.

For further context:

This “author” Alda Dagny has also written books on…”The Secrets of the Nile” a three part series called “The Old Norse Spellbook:”, and “Secrets of Mesoamerica”. 

My head hurts from thinking about the gall to “write” on such a wide variety of topics in a seniority form. But before I get ahead of myself let me go back into my proper format for these reviews.

Pros: SOME of the information is right. The mentions of planting by the signs and how the signs works was very accurate. The generalized description of grannies, while very surface level and focused far too heavily on the midwife aspect, which don’t get me wrong is super mega ulta important! Was right if not very generalized. That’s about all I’ve got. 

It does mention that Hoodoo is a closed practice that stems from African Dispora/the Trans-Atlantic slave trade which good for this “author”. You will understand why that term is in parenthesis later! 

This book also included a Bell Witch mention twice which made my Tennessee heart hopeful for like two seconds.

Cons: Gods help me. For starters, I know this was likely not a choice this “author” made, but why in the seven hells did the publisher pick an AUSTRALIAN PERSON to do the narration for this book? The mispronunciation of Appalachia and Asfidy are now burned into my brain for life. I do not appreciate it. The MINIMUM a narrator should do is glance through for proper pronunciations. 

My gripes with the audiobook out of the way let’s get into the meat of this review: The book’s contents and why I believe this was ghost written/stolen from other places and put forward by an ai generated “author”. 

The second entire chapter of this book, a whopping 40 minutes of the audiobook, is all about Hoodoo. The real thing that got me was it SAYS that Hoodoo is a CLOSED PRACTICE stemming from Africa Diaspora. And what does this book do anyway? Break Hoodoo down into stupid candle magic and mojo bags and tell you how to do “it”. I was surprised it got the origin of Hoodoo right! It was RIGHT! And then it shits on itself. 

Examples: Hoodoo shares similarities with wicca. Tarot is incredibly important to the practice. And it is a religion and not a practice. The practice is “rootwork”. Did I mention that Hoodoo focuses on “doing no harm”? Oh and the third eye is important too, especially to Hoodoo despite it being a Hindu concept. I cannot make this up.

The wording of this book is also incredibly strange. I don’t have a ebook version to double check but I am positive the words Furthermore and However are included at least 50 times. EACH. The book also repeats itself numerous times. A good example is with the Furnace Ghost story it tells in the 4th chapter I believe? Where it repeats the same end of sentence with just slightly different beginnings within the same paragraph. There’s also other phrases used at the end of chapters to usher in the next that just read…weirdly? Examples: “Let me set the stage” “You are not going to want to miss this.” What are you writing a script or a book? 

Now for the proper “Appalachian Magic” side of the book. It consistently uses the term Granny Witch, and states numerous times that witchcraft was just fine! Appalachia did not care and the “fear” of witches never penetrated the mountains. But yet a “granny witch” would use faith not as a proper form of healing, oh no! It was “to keep doubters at bay”. So faith healing was a cover up and not the actual practice itself. 

This book also has two whole chapters on legends and myths, which is fine, if it didn’t focus on the ones everyone knows like Bigfoot and Mothman only. Like it doesn’t cover any of the smaller localized things or spirits at all. Just the things you could easily find if you googled “appalachia spooky”. Hmmmmmm. Strange isn’t it? 

This book also stated that tarot and black tourmaline was ULTRA important to Appalachian magic. Like where does that come from? There’s another chapter dedicated to the phases of the moon and “spells”  which they mean in a modern new-age witchcraft way and definitely not Appalachian, although I will give it props for saying the moon phases and astrology are different here. Because they are.

Tiktok was mentioned twice; it appropriates dreamcatchers and other Hoodoo items in the “non-Hoodoo” sections of the book. Hell, it even said, accurately mind you, that Mothman has even “spawned fanfiction”. It even got the information on where Roanoke was…wrong.  Roanoke is in Virginia. This book claims it is in North Carolina. 

The most damning thing however, and I use that however in a very sarcastic tone, is the “author” herself. I painstakingly typed in some text from the book and was surprised to see it come back as “human written”. I don’t think that’s quite true, if it is then they text portions must be stolen from other sources and shoved into a book form. Because this author? A bot.

Her profile image used on Amazon, which is the ONLY SOURCE of information on her, no socials, no google, nothing. Is AI generated. Proof is here: 

And a blurb from the book I wanted to include as well. The first of many furthermores used.

The author's Biography, which again is the ONLY SOURCE OF INFORMATION on this supposed person, says as follows: "Alda Dagny has always been drawn to history. Growing up in Scandinavia, history has always been all around her, gods and goddesses, pagan rituals and spells. Ancient ruins that dot her homeland captivated her from an early age, giving her a lifelong love of all things history. " That's all I can find. That's it. Just AI and or ghost writing/theft has officially found itself in the AFM space. I hate this society.

[musicforants]

Summer is here and so is my annual mixtape full of effervescent, sunny new jams to blast loud while your making all your summer memories! So whether you're a Charly, Carly or Charli, click here to listen to this mix in its entirety via Spotify or Apple Music. Enjoy!

SUMMER (OR WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE) VOL. 15

01. Vampire Weekend - Mary Boone 02. DJ Sabrina The Teenage DJ - Honey 03. Sea Lemon - Vaporized 04. Carly Rae Jepsen - Psychedelic Switch 05. Middle Kids - Dramamine 06. Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso (Working Late Remix) 07. Maribou State - Blackoak 08. Joe Goddard & Barrie - Moments Die 09. Teliz - Type of Girl 10. Charly Bliss - Nineteen 11. NewJeans - Bubble Gum 12. Purple Disco Machine & Benjamin Ingrosso - Honey Boy 13. Erika de Casier - Lucky 14. R. Missing - Maryhead 15. Jamie xx - Baddy On the Floor (feat. Honey Dijon) 16. Charli XCX - The 360 remix with robyn and yung lean 17. Magdalena Bay - Death & Romance 18. Good Looks - If It's Gone 19. Clairo - Sexy to Someone 20. Empress Of - What's Love (feat. MUNA) 21. Camera Obscura - Big Love 22. Hannah Diamond - Affirmations 23. Dayglow - Every Little Thing I Say I Do 24. The Japanese House - Touching Yourself 25. Everything Everything - Cold Reactor 26. Dagny - Strawberry Dream 27. George Clanton - I Been Young 28. Sheer Mag - Playing Favorites 29. Chromeo - Personal Effects 30. Romy - Always Forever

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST:

APPLE MUSIC PLAYLIST:

[red-hemlock]

"Well. Guess we're just lucky I was only kidding then, eh? I mean, who'd ever actually want to do something like that at a school, you can't get nearly as much of a good chuckle out of terrifying just the teachers and other faculty."

She waves Otis off, but on the inside she sobs. Just a little bit.

"Must've been quite the issues needing a good work-through, though... Hope you had your furry friends to steal the wine too, while they made their grand getaway!"

"That is so very specific. But there are two problems with your request: 1) they can ABSOLUTELY arrest a "hero of the city's children", considering what else I'm guilty of. 2) I only went after the church 'cause I've got issues with organized religion. If I do hit somewhere else, it won't be a school. And definitely not so soon after my last one when they're already on their toes."

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday!! 💛

Chapter 21 of The Perfect Storm is absolutely kicking my backside at the moment, though I'm slowly chipping away at it. About 5000 words so far and quite a few more to go!! I'm hoping to get the update out soon though, because I've got a handful of things I'm looking forward to writing coming up soon, including Elyse's birthday and Dagny getting a bit of attention because I've had some focus on both Frothar and Nelkir, but nothing really for her.

And I'm going to tag a few people, I've gone a few weeks without tagging so I'm going to do a few now :3 No obligations of course!! @hircines-hunter, @thequeenofthewinter, @bostoniangirl21, @throughtrialbyfire anyone else who wants to share a WIP! I've probably missed off some people who would normally tag me/who I would normally tag, but I'm writing this with an annoying headache at the point of putting this post in my queue and names just aren't coming to me 🥲

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"Come on!"

"Nelkir, I am not in the mood for this messing around, can you please not-"

Elyse froze at the same time as Balgruuf did, as he was pulled down the staircase by Nelkir. She knew that for him, it was probably from the surprise of seeing her there. For her though... Well, it was because she didn’t know what to do. She obviously needed to talk to him, but... She had no idea if she was ready to, even after Lydia's encouragement. Not now.

What struck her most as they simply stared at each other was that both Lydia and Frothar hadn’t been kidding when they had said that Balgruuf had been losing sleep. He just looked... tired. Exhausted, even. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and his hair looked unkempt – none of the usual braids she would see it pulled into and his beard scruffy. And it was incredibly unusual to not see him in his usual attire, simply a plain tunic and trousers. No circlet, no furs, no chains, not even a belt with a weapon at his hip.

Divines, had she done this to him?

Irileth let out an irritated huff after silence had lingered for longer than was comfortable for anyone present, before turning towards her. "Well, Dragonborn? Don't you have something which you wanted to say?"

She gulped at all of the attention which had fallen upon her, noticing in particular that even in spite of his evident weariness, Balgruuf was looking at her with an intensity no other could quite match. She couldn’t tell in the slightest if he was angry, confused, or an entirely different emotion altogether – the only certainty was that he was staring at her.

"I, um…" she whispered, finding her hands clenching at the hem of the sweater which Lydia had insisted she wore that morning. "I want to talk about what happened… A-About our argument."

Her eyes darted to the ground, no longer feeling able to make eye contact with him because of the way in which he was staring. Shame from her outburst and what she had done to everyone in Dragonsreach was eating away at her too, making it even harder to lift her head.

"Hm."

The noise which he made was no better at helping her judge what he was thinking. The only thing which kept her from losing her nerve completely and backing away from this all was the fact that Frothar still had a firm grasp of her wrist, and the fact that she hadn't already been told by the Jarl to leave.

"As do I," he eventually remarked, making her lift her head as he glanced between his two sons. He didn't need to speak for the two of them to understand what the look he gave to them meant, and they both let go of the respective person they had attached themselves to and ventured off elsewhere in the palace.

Elyse already felt much calmer in knowing that Balgruuf also wanted to talk, and finally managed to make eye contact.

"Come with me – I know a place where we can talk without all of the prying eyes and ears."

An arm got held out before her before she could move though. "Am I safe in assuming that there isn’t going to be any risk of yelling or shouting?" Irileth questioned, though Elyse felt a shiver down her spine as she stared at her, the last word feeling incredibly pointed. "I will be about. I will know if anything happens."

With that warning hanging over them as the housecarl made her presence scarce, Balgruuf let out a sigh and turned around, returning in the direction which Nelkir had pulled him from.

She inhaled deeply, and began to follow.

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

This is Eseryt Yrva of Barton, formally Zerimar

my minecraft diaries oc

so because this is an oc instead of a canon character, i’m just gonna tell you as much about her lore as i can :P this might be long i’m sorry but i need to info dump or else i’ll explode

first off she is Cadenza’s bio sister whom she was separated from incase you missed that. She is also originally from the village of Zerimar. It was destroyed by O’Khasis and very few people got away. Each person born in Zerimar is given a magicks associated with the meaning of their name.

•First and formost, her name is pronounced Es-er-it. It means “to perceive”. Being originally from Zerimar, that is her given magicks. The ability to read anyone’s expressions, intentions, whether or not they’re lying, stuff like that. However, it also means that she is difficult to read for other people.

•When she was 5, and Cadenza was 11, their village was attacked by O’khasis. She and Cadenza were chased into a dead end. Desperate, they climbed up the wall and jumped into the river below. The rushing river separated her and Cadenza. Eventually Es washed up and was found by a boy who recognized her as his neighbor. He and a large man she’d never seen before told her they’d keep her safe so she went with them.

•The man told her his name was Björn. He had another boy with him. Eseryt thought he must’ve been very sleepy because Björn had to carry him. They traveled very very far and Calcifer, the boy from her village, carried her a good portion of the trip. This is essentially their route v

•They traveled to the village of Barton. A relatively young village, one that many people aren’t even sure really exists. It’s known as a safe haven, keeping to itself and not involving itself in the affairs of the rest of the world. It’s also very tricky to find, hidden in a valley surrounded by mountains. Without directions it’s practically impossible to find. Björn was traveling there from Nahakra Village with his son Derek. The village found out that Björn and his son were both werewolves and hunted them down. His human wife, Amelia, was killed in the action and his son was badly wounded. Björn tracked down the location of Barton and was on his way there when he was spotted by a panicked boy who flagged him down for help.

•Björn’s son died from his injuries literal DAYS after arriving in Barton. Björn adopted Eseryt, and offered to take Calcifer in, but he refused.

•Because Barton is a popular place with travelers, merchants, refugees, and adventurers, it’s very busy. Despite being small and having few people there at a time. Because of this, Eseryt grew up surrounded by all kinds of people and cultures. She also never really understood why some people were hated simply because they were different.

•As she got older, she realized just how much she loved singing and started performing at festivals and in the tavern were Björn worked.

•She and Björn (who she calls Da) live in the attic of their tavern/inn.

•Eseryt always had an adventurer’s spirit, and when she was 18 she secretly left Barton despite Björn telling her no multiple times. She told her best friend that if she didn’t return by 3-4 months to not come looking for her. It wouldn’t be worth it.

•She left because of strange nightmares she’d been having of a strange woman telling her to “find her” once a month. This woman was Kul’Zak, Eseryt is her incarnation. I’m not gonna get into it more than that cuz it’s kind of a lot..

•She left in the middle of the night with her horse Dagny. She headed straight for the forest, having no clue that is was sentient. However, instead of trapping her, it guided her to Phoenix Drop. Despite traveling completely alone with only a few daggers to protect herself, she only got trouble from bandits once. She was able to get away and the forest helped block them off (though she didn’t know that).

•When she got to Phoenix Drop, it was very late so she decided to camp outside the town. By the morning she woke up to a strange black haired women and dusty brown haired man staring her down, just as confused as she was. They asked if she was alright when suddenly the man looked shocked. He asked her name and when she said it his eyes widened more than they already were. “Do.. Did you have a sister..?” he asked. Confused, she said she did but they were separated a very long time ago. Without explaining to either Es or Aph, he instructed she come with him. She hesitantly did, and he led her to a house with rose bushes outside. He knocked on the door until a women with long orange hair answered. The realization was instant. When Eseryt asked how Laurance even figured out that she was Cadenza’s lost sister, he said that she looked oddly familiar to begin with, but when she saw her tattoos and necklace there was no denying that she was the sister Cadenza missed so dearly and spoke about so much.

•She and Cadenza spent a lot of time together, and Laurance began to see Es as another sister. He began mentoring her and teaching her to fight at her request. Cadenza made Es some new clothes that fit her better. Everything was great… Until O’knasis and Scaleswind showed up at the gates of Phoenix Drop.

•Eseryt wanted to help, to stay and fight. Aphmau allowed it as she’d shown real skill and Aphmau trusted she could handle herself. For a while, she did. Staying on the wall with a bow and arrow. Somehow, Zane had managed to find his way to the wall and confronted Eseryt. She would’ve shot him with no hesitation, but the second he mentioned Cadenza, she froze. Zane knew about them escaping Zerimar. Eseryt was frozen by shock and Zane took his chance. He struck her and pushed her off the wall. Laurance saw this happen and ran to her. He tried to save her but he couldn’t. She was gone..

•SHE WAS BACK. She awoke in the Nether completely disoriented and in pain. Sasha and Gene explained everything. Gene tried telling her that Laurance let her die but she knew there would’ve been no saving her without some kind of magicks.

•Sasha became her “mentor” in the Nether, and was the only person to show her any.. “kindness”. She rarely called her by her name, instead choosing to call her “Lamb” or “Lorelei”. When Es finally asked why she called her Lorelei, Sasha said “Well because you’re- wait… Do you not know? Oooh” Sasha then informed her that she was a siren and teases her for never figuring it out on her own. She also told her it was the only reason Gene kept her around. A siren could be useful.

•Each time she was defiant Sasha would cut a piece of her hair as punishment. Gene however, did much worse.

•Eventually she got tired of fighting back, so she tricked them. She told them she gave up, she’d join them. All while Vylad was helping her find the secret second portal to the overworld. She’d been in the Nether for almost a year in Nether time, but only about a month in the overworld.

•It took her days to find her way back to Phoenix Drop but eventually she did. Cadenza cut some of her own hair to braid into Eseryt’s.

•Everything was great until Zane returned and everyone became trapped in the Irene Dimension. (Everything is the same it just happens a little later than in canon).

Everything happens pretty much the same from here and she’s not really import to the plot. Just kinda there.

•She and Travis eventually kind of have a bit of a thing 😉

•Eventually, about a year after Laurance left, the calling was becoming too much for her. She left to the Nether without telling anyone, where she aided Laurance and Zenix in the rebellion.

there’s a lot more but it’s not as important as that stuff so i’m not gonna get into it for now

sorry that wasn’t my most elegant post but you get the gist

Up Next: An Incredibly Irresponsible Priest!

[red-hemlock]

As if on cue, the door to her humble abode creaks-open like some glorious omen from on-high.

"Auntie Nora!" Dagny cries, scampering across the floor and skidding to a halt next to the arm of the couch Nora sits upon. A frumpy bag quickly crowns it, sentences punctuated by an excited hop in place, "Momma said-... It's your birthday! So I-... Made you brownies!"

"Why wouldn't I be having a good international women's day? I have the day off work. I have dinner in the oven cooking and I have three new 'guests' wanting for me downstairs. AND it is my birthday. What else could I want?"

She was obviously sad in her tone. Safer than normal. She felt something was missing but did not know what....

[conandaily2022]

5 most beautiful Miss Universe Iceland 2023 candidates

The Miss Universe Iceland 2023 coronation ceremony will be held at Gamla Bíó in Reykjavik, Iceland on August 16, 2023. It is the eighth edition of the national beauty pageant that selects Iceland’s Miss Universe and Miss Supranational candidates. Jorge Esteban and Manuela Osk of MUI ehf are the national directors of Miss Universe Iceland. Hrafnhildur Haraldsdottir of East Reykjavik was crowned…

[doueverwonder]

in other news, I think nations can inherit memories, like they didn't live through it personally but a personification that was represented their land/people did and passed it on. It's not a 'everything they lived through I remember' type thing, it's kinda hit or miss.

For examples; Matthieu has random memories that were Dagny's (Vinland), they mostly surfaced while they were digging up the Vinland settlements in Newfoundland and was like "damn, wonder if that doorframe still has that little carving in it, Sigurd was so mad about that but ig that was more because she had his knife then--" and then just freezes bc hold up-

Or, Ludwig remember Teutonburg. Like he's walking through just casually, and suddenly, out of nowhere, he's like "oh yeah, this is exactly where the ambush on the second legion started," cept??? my man wasn't there??? he was born in 1806, how does he know that??? he's just as confused???

it's like really on point deja-vu feat. details they shouldn't know.

[doodles-with-noodles]

*There is a hum of bees in the air. There is a hum of bees in the ground. There is a hum of bees in the sky. Bees are best measured in hums. (1 hum = 20 bees).*

I made that up.

What's the angstiest moment you've written?

How did Cian and Vera find out the other likes them too?

I've also been wondering about that one question... what would happen if you asked a Kilmoore to carry your groceries? What if you asked really nicely (Like an old grandma you know?)

Ok but would a Kilmoore carry someones vetgetables, like, at gunpoint or would the family's pride not allow it.

What character(s) would go to pride?

wait who's Dagny??

Could you still take Cecil in a fight?

Most interested in classical literature.

Who makes the worst memes?

Trans characters

Thinks they could win in a fight against a canada goose

*The bees are here. The bees are there. The bees spelled out questions for you and are now dancing freestyle.*

(I am all of the bees btw. Do not ask me what this means, do not send help. I'm far passst that 🐝)

Are you like, fucking Castiel incarnate or what. This has to stop dude

Mathildis and Treeves argument or Cecil’s jump to Icarus 1.

They probably had some really heartfelt moment in a really dangerous situation because that’s just how romance works for them (only reveal feelings under the threat of death)

They would carry it for an old grandma because they’ve been raised (partially) right. The only other instance I can think about is if you were a friend and couldn’t carry it yourself. Other than that, if you have a good head on your shoulders you definitely wouldn’t ask them (Morris maybe, he’s the nicest)

They wouldn’t die for not carrying fucking groceries. They’re all about surviving- it would be humiliating tho. But Cian would probably find his way out of the situation without having to do it (that fucker is unhinged)

The Icarus crew and the museum archives team! For all the others, pride does not exist in their world yet.

Dagny is one of Mathildis friends and a fellow student.

Yeah. Cecil only survived confrontation with Crawford because Crawford was slowly falling apart and he was high on adrenaline. But he took more hits than he gave. Also at that point in time he had a little less than ideal weight, has been in space for almost a year in very low to no gravity and was on the verge of a breakdown. I’d kick his ass.

Charlie. Books are holy to her.

Anthony. I swear to god he I the unfunniest fucker alive

That question already came up once, but I’ll gladly answer it again: Charlie is explicitly mentioned to be trans, and most of my characters are very trans coded. I’d say Cecil too since he’s a little too much like me. I dunno.

Lachlan. He was on their grandpa’s farm once when he was like 11 and now thinks he is the conqueror of geese. (Cian would think so too hadn’t he been bitten by a goose when he was posted in Frannes once. He bled and he knows he can’t win)

But no like honestly. You can’t just show up like that at my front door and make unscientific claims. How about a simple and nice „hello I’ve missed you“ for once? Huh?

[writingrosesonneptune]

Find the Word tag game

Thank you to @isherwoodj for the tag! 🌼

My words to find were: House, Quit, Stretch, Light, and Grass

These are all from Pelican:

Quit

Han's pride, the sort that led him to brag about earning coin at not-quite-nine, made him cross his arms in a show of importance. "I'm running errands for Lord Dol."

"Oh?" The vendor raised his eyebrows. "I heard he had need of a new runner, but you look a little young for the work."

Dagny had only quit that day. The vendor must have known more than he let on.

Grass

L sniffed as if amused. All at once, he righted the chair he'd knocked over and took a seat opposite her. He seemed to enjoy the glare she gave him. "Do you hunt?" he asked smugly, leaning his massive arm on the desk as if they were sharing drinks at a tavern.

E squinted at him. "Once," she said, hoping to distract him. "If I'd been any good at it, I wouldn't have ended up eating grass."

He grunted with audible disgust.

Stretch

L ripped a strip of cloth from his shirt beneath the cloak and tied it around his waist.

"Are you missing something?" Ghost-Hand asked, intrigued that he had finally acquired injuries.

L gave no answer. They stood on a darkened stretch of road some distance from the wreckage of Dol's hamlet. The maze was far behind them. Thunder rumbled over its bright, smoking stain on the edge of the horizon.

House

With a pained snarl, L drew his axe and plunged it into the door. Another swing, and he raised his foot and kicked. The door crashed apart, and he dragged Ghost-Hand inside.

Fire roared in a hearth at the side of the room, looking ready to burst from its cage. The house was as hot as an afternoon in Niloufar. Ghost-Hand's head swam as sweat streaked from his temples.

Light

A snap in the lantern brought Sadira's attention to the weakening light as it continued to extinguish. Wisps of smoke curled from a fragment of the wheel that had turned completely to ash. The faint blue glow flickering in the cage grew smaller.

Z gripped the handle as if that would stop the flame from diminishing.

🌼Tagging (with no pressure!): @loopyhoopywrites @magic-is-something-we-create @lady-redshield-writes @chauceryfairytales @rhikasa

🌼 Your words to find are: Start, Friend, Bitter, Wince, and Glow