#olive scribe

[opalescent-apples]

Olive Scribe and Konyyl Okimaw

People get annoyed that Konyyl shares a theme with the Disciple. However, I propose that her and Azdaja's romance is reminiscent of the First Ship: Signless and Disciple's romance that transcended quadrants. They appear pitch on the train ride. They act like both moirails and matesprits throughout Friendsim. Azdaja even waves off Mspar's shoosh.

Not to mention, Disciple carried the Sufferer's legacy and brought it through the eras, and is ancestor to Nepeta, who is incredibly fierce, though still associated with heart. Konyyl protects Mspar despite her ruthlessness. And Konyyl uses clawkind, like the Leijons both likely did.

And if they end up the way alternia wants them to, it's likely that Azdaja will be helmed, leaving Konyyl to live on, but without her love.

Finally: Olive Scribe is an intense theme, with its powerful bass and drums and howling flutes. It's perfect for an assassin who relies on brute strength.

There are so many similarities. It kinda makes me wonder if the two might become involved in rebellion, or if Konyyl will become more like the Disciple.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[theitalianscribe]

What's in a Name

Summary: This would be Wiatt's first lunch joining his boyfriend (BOYFRIEND!!!) at his usual lunch spot with his usually lunch mates, which is to say that he was re-meeting Lewis's best friends with the context of dating Lewis. This was basically make or break it as far as Wiatt was concerned. Just had to make a good impression. No pressure. Right? Riiiiight.

(Also available on AO3)

     Wiatt was nervous. This was his first time seeing having lunch with Lewis as his boyfriend. What's more, this was his first time having lunch with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's best friends. Wiatt knew how important the two friends were to Lewis. One was practically a sister that Lewis had grown up with and the other rounded out their energetic ideas and was a kind glue that smoothed out the edges and made the three closer than the two were before. He treasured these friendships and if either of them thought he wasn't right for Lewis or just didn't like him, well, a boyfriend of two days vs a pair of best friends for over a year? He was pretty sure who Lewis would choose, and honestly? Was Wiatt even that much? What did Lewis even see in him? 

     He had to make a good impression. He had been introduced before, but something about today felt more real. Oh, fuck! What if he got their names wrong? What if he forgot them? Asking them to repeat their names after he had known of them as long as he had known of Lewis? He was going to seem like such a careless jerk. Wiatt nervously jiggled the cord of his headphones and winced at the slight static sound it caused. He would have to put Coldplay on pause in a moment, but he let the tempo of 42 guide the beat of his footsteps as he scanned the area for a sign of blonde, brown, or orange hair. 

     Eventually, he spotted Lewis's beanie and made his way to one of the blue mesh metal tables with an umbrella. Next to Lewis was a girl with long brown hair. She was munching on baby carrots from a purple striped lunchbox with the Cheshire Cat on it. What a shifty character to pair with someone eating in a shifty way. Just carrots? Plain? No ranch? No hummus? As if sensing his judgment, she plucked a grape out of the bag and took a bite into another carrot. What a monster! 

     Next to the food fiend was a boy with slightly unkempt red hair and sunken green eyes. Wiatt's Wikipedia-scavenging heart went out the boy he clocked as a fellow insomniac. 

Lewis looked up from his cafeteria soggy spaghetti and meat sauce and a beaming smile lit up his face. That smile could give solar power a run for its money, but instead it sent a charge to the butterflies in Wiatt's stomach, especially when his lips parted to sing out his name, "Wiatt! Darling! Come, join us."

     At the sound of his harmonious voice, Lewis's friends looked up at the lunchtime interloper. Right! This was the make it or break it moment. The brunette was closer, so he offered his hand to her. 

"Hi, Sara." Her name was a bit easier to remember because after their introduction he had the song “Que Sera Sera” stuck in his head.

     Sara didn't take the offered hand. She just stared at him, as if challenging him to try and mess with her. Fair enough. He didn't need to talk to her. Let her resume her food crimes.

     Time to greet the other friend. Right. His name had something related to plants, right? Oakley? Ash? Forrest? 

“Wiatt!” The other boy exclaimed. Then he made a face like he was worried he said something wrong. Or maybe he was worried he said it too loud? Well, Wiatt would just up the energy and try to calm this guy’s nerves. Besides, he remembered the boy’s name. They were in World History together.

“Hey! Good to see you, Basil!” Wiatt cheered and gave his own smile.

     Basil took the offered hand and smiled back, then paused. 

“Yeah! Wait.”

Sara started to cackle. She leaned over and gave the redhead a noogie. “He sure is! It’s my bestest buddy, Basil.”

“Saaaraaaaa,” the boy whined.

At the same time, Lewis cleared his throat, stood up, and guided Wiatt to sit next to him. “That is Oliver, Darling.”

Oh. Oh. Oh no. Wiatt covered his face. “Oh my god. Oliver! I am so sorry! Oh no. Hnnnngh!”

Lewis chuckled and pat Wiatt’s back. “It’s quite alright, Darling. We could tell you were nervous.”

“You sit next to me in World History.”

“I am really sorry!”

Sara took a breath to calm her laughter. “He’ll forgive you, don’t worry. I, however, will not let you live this down.” “Noted.” Wiatt deadpanned.

“For the record, you got my name right, at least. But I am telling you now it is spelled S-A-R-A. No H.” “Got it.” “Do you want me to write it down? I can get a pen.”

“If I offer half my cookie will you forgive me?” Wiatt sighed.

“You may buy my silence for the moment.” Sara agreed cordially.

“I was asking Oliver.” “Are you sure you don’t mean Basil?”

“I really don’t mind. Wiatt.” Oliver finally spoke up. Wiatt held out half the cookie to him nonetheless. Oliver gamely took the treat, broke it into thirds, and passed a piece each to Lewis and Sara.

“Aww! A sweet from a sweetheart!” Sara cooed in thanks. She then retrieved a bag of…more grapes??? from her lunchbox and passed the plastic bag to Oliver.

“You just don’t want to eat the olives,” Lewis chided

“Yes, and?” Sara retorted

Oliver looked at the bag, smirked for a moment, and held the bag out to Wiatt. “Want some? As a pneumatic device?”

Wiatt let out a nervous chuckle and plucked one of the offered namesakes. “Thanks.”

     From there, things went a bit more smoothly. Aside from the occasional teasing from Sara that petered out after a while, the name mishap was forgotten for a while. At least, it seemed to be.

-Around a year later-

     The three best friends looked over their new employees. To think, they had employees , now! People were relying on them for instructions and paychecks. The nerves! 

     Oliver was surprised to see some familiar faces. It felt weird seeing people he knew from school when they were now in a different city. Sara leaned over to inspect the list of names and photos to go with the names. 

“Oh, no way! Lewis?” That was Andrew. He was in a study group with Sara as well as the art club Lewis had to drop once they started the project that led to them founding the Dreamworld facility.

“It’s good to see you, Darling.” Lewis greeted.

“Is it just you or is…Oh! Hi, Sara.” Andrew was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he turned to look at Oliver. “I didn’t get to know you as well as Lewis and Sara. Oh! But now I have the chance to know you more, too! I look forward to working with you, Basil!”

“Oh, um,” Oliver was caught off guard by Andrew’s enthusiasm, but his words registered after a moment. Oliver let his face fall into his palm, “Darn it, Wiatt.” 

Sara patted his shoulder. “Not even here and the plus one is still causing trouble,” Sara laughed. 

[unknown-art-room1]

@its-a-me-oliver

@that--unusual-person

@cosmics-beings

@theratkingmoonboi

@earths-roots-grow-up

@mashedpotatosinacup

@jessenitrogen

@scribe-of-hael

[astriiformes]

I love you giant Costco jars of kalamata olives

[bumblesteak]

Being a scribe is tough, but Olive’s got it under control 🐭👍

[dw-flagler]

blonde wildbow characters:

WORM:

lisa wilbourn (Tattletale)

victoria dallon (Glory Girl/Antares)

carol dallon (Brandish)

sarah pelham (Lady Photon)

Neil Pelham (Manpower)? (Presumed, i'm not a geneticist but both his kids have blonde hair and i think that's recessive)

crystal pelham (Laserdream)

eric pelham (Shielder)

Dean Stansfield (Gallant)

Mike ? (Lightstar)

Missy Biron (Vista)

Elle ? (Labyrinth)

Riley Grace Davis (Bonesaw)? (it's never said if her hair is naturally blonde or she made it blonde to look more like America's Sweetheart)

Paige Mcabee (Canary)? (feathers are yellow, hair is technically unknown)

Ashley Stillons (Damsel of Distress)

Noelle Meinhardt (Echidna)

Marissa Newland (Sundancer)

Greg Veder (The Worst)

Oliver (Oliver)

Ava (Cuff)

Kurt Wynn (Harbinger/Number Man)

Jeanne Wynn/Brown (Citrine)

Rune/Scribe

Sam (Prism)

WARD:

Rain O'Fire Fraizer (Precipice)

Ashley Stillons II (Swansong)

Ashley Stillons III (Damsel of Distress)

Ryan (Cradle)

Nailbiter

Colt (Colt)

PACT:

Blake Thorburn

Rose Thorburn Jr.

Rose Thorburn Sr.

Paul, James, Roxanne, Peter Thorburn

Sandra, Penelope, Joanna, Lea, Chloe, Lola Duchamp

TWIG:

I didn't read twig

[writer-at-the-table]

Marriage Contract by Ben Shahn, 1961, Ink, watercolor, paint, and graphite on paper

Most decorated Jewish marriage contracts use ornamental motifs as framing devices for their written Aramaic text. Ben Shahn's Ketubbah is a marked departure from this model. In the superb execution of this document, the artist has integrated floral and foliate decorations within his lyrical Hebrew calligraphy, the predominant design element.

While Shahn's artistic personality emerged through the religious themes in his illustrations for the 1931 Haggadah for Passover, he would not return to such subjects for many years. The artist spent most of the 1930s and 1940s as a social realist painter. Along with so many other painters and sculptors during those difficult years, Shahn felt that art could help right the inequities of society. His terse visual commentaries on such topical subjects as the Sacco and Vanzetti case, Nazism, poverty, and labor problems brought him great recognition as both a humanitarian and an artist. It was after World War II that he turned inward through what has been called his transition from social to personal realism. During this period he incorporated allegory and religious and philosophical symbolism in his work, often based on his own cultural heritage.

Shahn's updating of the traditional ketubbah results from his changing stylistic and subjective concerns. He became fascinated with letters, both Hebrew and English, which became essential elements in his work. This calligraphic preoccupation led to his 1954 illustrations for The Alphabet of Creation, a book which related a parable of the origin of the Hebrew alphabet. His own combination of these twenty-two letters become a personal stamp and appears on most of his prints and drawings after 1960, including this Ketubbah.

Like the butterfly stamp of James Whistler and the Japonist monogram of Toulouse-Lautrec, this symbol shows Shahn's stylistic inspiration as coming from outside mainstream Western culture. The expressive style of Shahn's Hebrew characters changes with the meaning of each theme he depicts. For this Ketubbah, which is presented at the joyous celebration of marriage, he develops a commanding but elegant Hebrew appropriate to the legal nature of the document and the solemnity of the moment-a calligraphy markedly different from the flame-like evanescences in his tribute to the Feast of Lights, Hanukkah. As had been the custom of Hebrew scribes throughout the ages, Shahn adds eccentric elements to certain letters. Most notable here is the oft-repeated, stylized Star of David.

Shahn's meandering floral and foliate forms refer to Psalm 128:3, a common visual allusion in Jewish marriage contracts: "Thy wife is a fruitful vine in the midst of thy house, thy children are as young olive trees set around thy table." (Kleeblatt, Norman L., and Vivian B. Mann. TREASURES OF THE JEWISH MUSEUM. New York: Universe Books, 1986, pp. 192-193.)

[flower-yi]

omg i’m kinda late but 48 + alhaitham?

nothing needs to be said. just wordlessly handing him a cup, just how he likes it. however, you being the one to fix it for him unprompted is the best part; he’s reminded that the peaceful life he’s worked hard to cultivate for himself wouldn’t be the same without you, the one he loves.

48. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it. | "Do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out; as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—or have you, too, turned from this world, or have you, too, gone crazy for power, for things?" — The Sun, Mary Oliver

When Alhaitham wakes, it is dawn and the birds are yet to chirp. He is not a morning person—he does not rise with the sun and set with it, instead choosing to follow what his body does, but now, his eyes are bleary as they blink open.

The feeling of you over his chest is familiar, him being pressed down on the mattress with both of your combined weights. It's funny, how he'd rather soak in the moment you are there in his arms; dead asleep; most likely drooling; but he finds that he doesn't mind. He lifts his hand to splay it over the expanse of your back, turns his head to nose your hair, and breathes.

His duties as a scribe have yet to call him, and he can lay here, with no other responsibility other than loving you.

But restlessness overcomes him—perhaps something he's gotten from you: lively and cheerful as you are. So, he shifts, gently, to move you out of his hold, and lays you down on the bed with the sheets up to your chin. The weight of you on him remains like a phantom, as if he shouldn't have moved in the first place.

Alhaitham leaves bed, but not without giving you another look. He's right: you're drooling. (Until he's wiped it off, he doesn't go.)

Things have changed when you came into the picture. You were something his friends hadn't known until a band of gold was around your finger, something he'd kept hidden—but you were in no way a secret. You were an oath he promised to keep, and out of respect, Kaveh moved to find another place.

(You were worried for him when he decided to. The concerned looks you shot Alhaitham with whenever Kaveh's situation was ever mentioned in conversation shouldn't had faze him as it should, despite the repeated attempts of assurance given to mostly you.

He'd known Kaveh would find a place for himself, strangely affordable and was perfect for his career; meaning that he could go off and hammer down every nook and cranny away with no one to wake other than his neighbours. His senior had cheerfully shared the news, then, to you and both Cyno and Tighnari, and while you remained unaware—mostly, he thinks you know but say nothing—the two had the knowledge that the house Kaveh was staying in was negotiated to a lower, reasonable price; one where an architect with too big of a heart can afford.

Alhaitham admits that, after he's moved, he's kept Kaveh's room clean in case he decides to crash.)

The home is quiet, this time. There is no abundant laughter, soft singing, or conversation that comes with his arrival to the living room. It is too unfamiliar and too different, so unlike the routine he's kept for years on end, and so, he forgoes the need to eat.

With a book in hand, from the bookshelf down the hallway across your shared room, he sits down on one of the divans and reads.

When the birds are chirping, and the sunshine begins to trickle in, so do you too come shuffling out of the bedroom, hair messy and shirt sizes too large for you, to head to the kitchen.

He's sure you don't notice him in the living room. If he wanted to scare you, he'd say something smart, but instead, he watches.

You prepare the coffee with practiced steps. A clatter then and there, then he sees a pan set on the stove—are you going to make kebab, or shawarma? A sizzle sets in the air, the smell of meat drafting over him, and Alhaitham buries his nose into the book with the knowledge that when he's finished, he can eat.

As the other plate is placed on your side, he bookmarks the last page he's on and rises from the divan, crossing the living room in long strides.

"Good morning," he greets, already up in your space to hug you from behind to nose that space on your neck; kisses abound that makes tickles. Your energy comes later in the day, so, what he gets in reaction is a low sigh and an exchange of his greeting, "Mm, morning. Why didn't you eat ahead of me?"

You've noticed him in the living room, then. "Your cooking tastes better," Alhaitham surmises, but it is the truth; he would never say a lie, especially to you. "And food tastes better with company."

"Is that what you always say to Kaveh first thing in the morning?"

He makes a face. "I believe it's the other way around."

Despite morning having risen for you just minutes ago, your laugh comes out full and warm. He can feel it, just like this, when he holds you—the shaking of your shoulders, the little breaths you take in between—and it feels like home.

"Sit already, Hayi," His protests are quickly swallowed because you move away from him swiftly, but never departing without a kiss, and you go back to the stove and counters to pick up the dallah and two fenjals for the both of you.

He watches you pour his cup of coffee, and it smells rich, pleasant, and... sweet, just how he likes it. (He ignores the mischief in your features.) In return, he pours your own cup, and then you are seated in front of him.

When Alhaitham takes the first sip, the day has started—and it is with you.

want to send in a prompt? just go to my askbox, and send in any character from hsr, genshin and lnds. there's a one character per prompt limit, but nonetheless, don't get discouraged!

[lunchboxpoems]

you up?

you think food would taste different

if you ate it underwater? how long you

think magic hour lasts for on neptune?

what do you think cellulite would look

like on fish? can you believe olives are

a fruit? you ever notice that OM is, okay,

yes, the sound of the universe, but also

the sound literally every little kid makes

when speaking into a fan?

you up? you ever think about how

english maybe isn’t our first language?

the way I’m sitting right now is my

first language. the way I bring my

hand to your jawline is my first language. the

way I become movement inside

your hands is my first language.

you up? did your mom ever make you

talk to shit? my mom imbued life into

every corner and crumb of my small

world, and now as an adult woman

my heart breaks every time I find

an empty snail shell, or for the worms

on rainy mornings who aren’t going

to have enough time to make it to

the other side of the driveway.

you up? you ever feel like when you

fall in love it’s just this feeling of

having known someone before,

but also of wanting to find out

how much time you can kill

counting the pockets and handles

you can make together with your

bodies? there’s the age-old that goes

love is forgetting about death but

when I’m with you I also

forget about the internet.

you up? how do you arrange your

apps, by the way? what’s your

favorite shade of blue? sometimes

when men talk about themselves I

like to imagine I’m transcribing their

monologues in my head and I like

to picture how many page breaks

I have to make. I file them into a mental

folder called brief interviews with hideous

men. but with you I would take the things

you say and I would stick them inside a

leaf book. did I ever tell you about the time

a dude asked me to be his scribe for him?

you up? why are people who love

each other still sending each other

heart emojis when there’s the shooting

star emoji? the sunset on the horizon emoji?

I want to trace an excel sheet over your

body and share it with you on google

drive. I want to do with you what

night does to the smell of the

ground by morning.

RACHELLE TOARMINO

[pastabaguette]

favorite troll/kid theme?

oh man, that is a hard one.

i can’t choose just one, so here is a list of my favorites, in no particular order:

blue atom

olive rogue

green ghost

horschestra (strong version)

arisen anew

violet prince

purple bard

aradia’s pre-death theme

sorry, that is quite a few. there are a lot more, but i am limiting myself for now.

ok, for fun, here are my favorite ancestor themes (at least i think they are ancestor themes):

fuchsia ruler

wwretched wwaltz (i think that is the name)

indigo archer

olive scribe

gold pilot

iron infidel

[somethingclevermahogony]

300 Followers!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Recipe Poll!

Thank y'all so much! Its really encouraging to know that people are interested in the world and the characters that I've made!

When I reached 100 followers, to celebrate I recreated my MCs favorite food, kipsha and then for 200 followers I made Otilia's favorite food, daropaka.

Now that I have reached 300 followers I am making this poll with a list of the favorite foods of a few of my OCs so that I can show y'all a little more about the foods and customs of the Green Sea! Let me know which y'all would be most interested in seeing, and I will make it and post about it with a recipe and a bit of a history on that particular dish!

These are the favorite foods of Ninma, Wadikir, Istek, Dati, Shela, Akard, Zenit, and Penetinos (in that order).

Thank you again everyone, and here is to hoping that one day I'll get the chance to show you all of these recipes. In future polls I'll start adding some of the dishes from characters in the other books. And if this is the first time you've seen something from me on tumblr, vote too if you want and take a look at some of the other stuff on my blog!

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@elsie-writes, @elizaellwrites, @the-ellia-west, @the-octic-scribe, @the-golden-comet

@finickyfelix, @theprissythumbelina, @autism-purgatory, @diabolical-blue , @tildeathiwillwrite

@katenewmanwrites, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @paeliae-occasionally, @melpomene-grey @paeliae-occasionally

@drchenquill, @marlowethelibrarian, @winterandwords, @phoenixradiant, @pluttskutt

@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor

@flaneurarbiter, @dezerex, @axl-ul, @surroundedbypearls

@treesandwords, @the-golden-comet

P.S. I might start using a taglist for some of my posts, if you are tagged here and don't want to be tagged for future posts or if you're not on there and want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

[fabelyn]

The Sumeru writing really shows how much the Inazuma writing dropped the ball with Kokomi

In the Inazuma quest, we are told Kokomi is a master strategist even before meeting her. And after meeting her, we are still continuously told she's a great strategist...

...but they tell, not show.

I cannot think of any instance in Inazuma quest where Kokomi did something that made me understand why she got the title if great strategist. Her contributions during the quest are telling us securing food is a priority for the army. Which, no shit, that's army survival 101 and not a show of superior strategic knowledge. Her other contribution is... hiring mercenaries to help out in a pinch. Which is also something basic. Even the fact that the resistance managed to reach Raiden's place as we were leaving turned out to be thanks to Ayato and not any actual planning by Kokomi.

Meanwhile...Sumeru. Sumeru shows us great strategizing.

Alhaitham is introduced as a high ranking scribe. We are not told he is a genius strategist. On the contrary, the narrative tries to make him look suspicious until the very last second. Yet this scribe is shown to come up with great and complex strategies. He builds on the knowledge he has, considers each characters unique strengths and creates a complex and intelligent plan to counterattack the overwhelming odds.

They wrote Alhaitham doing what Kokomi should have done, since she is the one we were told to be the master strategist.

Heck, the disappointment goes beyond the Archon Quest. Even her character quest did not improve this. Most of it was how she's so caring and diligent yet overworked, without again showcasing any brilliant strategies. At the end if it we are taken to witness Kokomi on the peace treaty... except there's no real tension for the player. The other side is being represented by Sara, a character we know is on our side and also wishes for peace. So again there's no real showing of Kokomi using her intelligence.

Meanwhile Nilou's quest has more strategy than Kokomi. And Nilou is not touted as that sort of character. Yet her quest also has her needing to go negotiate, and has her needing to think up intelligent arguments and plans. And for Nilou there is more tension: though the other party extended an olive branch by agreeing to the debate, it's clear he still needs to be convinced to agree to allow the theater to exist. Sara never needed to be convinced of letting the rebels go.

All in all, it's a shame what they did to Kokomi. After telling us again and again that she was a great strategist they couldn't even show us one instance of it, and Sumeru writing then shows us what actual intelligent strategizing would be.

[mysterioushistorian]

You know Olive Scribe? The Disciple’s theme? Well it is also Konyyl’s theme, and I like to think of Kon being a secret follower of the Disciple.

[phantomchick]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Naruto

Hear the silence by EmptySurface the self insert fic that got me to start giving other SI fic a chance, continues to be great

the name of the game by a_sassin Follows the story of a civilian shogi player in the Naruto world and all the shinobi trouble she gets dragged into.

If You Give Me A Sword by TakaGang Ichigo (from Bleach) is the firstborn of the Uchiha mainhouse and Itachi is relegated to middle child.

Senju Of Wave by TheBeardedOne Naruto raised by Tsunade au

With Friends Like These by RecklessWriter sasuke time travel fix it

BNHA (can't believe the manga's ending in 5 chapters? Time flies)

The Democratic Republic of One for All by featherlessquill (CinnamonScribbles) All Might tells Izuku he can't be a hero, the echoes of One For All vote and decide they think he can and give Izuku the quirk

Harry Potter (disclaimer: I'm not a terf/transphobe fuck jkr)

Encounters of the Future Sort by CalmlyErratic The fifth marauders + Lily and Snape travel forward in time to Harry's fifth year. Chaos and angst ensues.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Snake by gonzoclock James and Lily baby trap Voldemort without his knowledge, Harry is Lily and Tom's bio son.

Fascist ideology in the Harry Potter Fandom. [Or, for real everyone, we are in the middle of a global rise in fascism please *think* about the things you're reading and the ideas they're platforming.] by skeli666 excellent meta is excellent

Star Wars

Biting His Own Tale by ADragonsFriend Anakin time travels, this does not make stopping Palpatine's plans magically simpler. Cathartic for those who wanted Darth Vader to actually do the work to atone after Luke redeemed him and for those who find prequel fix its unrealistically easy with just knowledge of Palp's identity/the clone chips sometimes.

Batman

Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained platonic abo my beloved, divergent from no man's land on, one of my favourite series

straight back by TheResurrectionist That oliver gets mad at batman on his friend bruce wayne's behalf fic. If you follow my tumblr you've already seen me reccing this but still can't leave it out

let the light in by TheResurrectionist that other great platonic ollie & bruce fic

Chronicles of Narnia the seas of all i knew by softtooth_jpeg edmund/caspian, I love the way this fic goes into Edmund's psychology and why he acts the way he does at the start of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, top tier writing

Four Thrones by shinealightonme A short but great fic that shows the Pevensie's transition from the end of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to kings and queens.

A:TLA

Waiting on that morning sun by DustOnDaydreams

“To the Generals, Admirals, Officers, Soldiers and Sailors of the Fire Nation, Halt your advance. Pull back to your nearest military stronghold, and await further orders. Do not engage any forces unless absolutely necessary for your own defence. Put out any fires you come across. Sign it only with the full list of the Fire Lord's titles." “Your Majesty, do you not want to put your name to the missive?” A young pimpled scribe squeaked out to the shocked silence. “No. I want them to obey the order.” Or Zuko's transition from child soldier to young monarch in charge of a corrupted nation

MARVEL

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku au where Tony and Steve meet differently

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Even the Score by Sineala for phoenixmetaphor stony oneshot, Tony high in the hospital panics and attacks Steve. Super good.

Sucker Punch by Sineala Angst. Angst. Angst. Oneshot. Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead -- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible. Captain America was a good man by ElnaK inspired by Sineala's work this is Tony's side of the fic, "Sucker Punch". IT'S SO GOOD BUT PREPARE FOR ANGST.

yugioh

Legally Insane by Xparrot continues to be my fave yugioh fic

Percy Jackson

ATLOP: Trial by Fire by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.

Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwillpassthis

It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.

Original work

The Gift of Perfect Knowledge by BookmarkBookworm

[nightmyst14-blog]

Regaining treasures pt 1

Welp, I'm keeping my promise. Time for angst and hurt/comfort in the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

This is in my Rebloomed Lilies Au, but I am not sure where yet. But I hope you enjoy!

Setting: Golden Cheese Kingdom ruins. The ancients receive a letter from Golden Cheese Cookie, asking for their help with something important, needing a few ingredients. She didn't explain why, but it was urgent.

Pure Vanilla: Well, here we are.. *looking around*

White Lily: *looks around at the broken buildings and fallen statues* Oh witches… Her oasis… Her temples…

Dark Cacao: From what the children told us. It is.. *frowns* Much more troublesome seeing it in person…

??: There you are!! 

*The three turned to look, seeing Golden Cheese flying over to them, the wielder of the light of Abundance was dressed in a more casual outfit, followed by a green haired Cookie with glasses.

Golden Cheese: You made it! *hugs Dark Cacao* Well, most of you.

Pure Vanilla: *smiles sadly* Sadly, dear Holly couldn't make it, and is caught up with things in her own kingdom.

Dark Cacao: *hugs her back* She has asked us to bring gifts for you. Are you alright, Birdie? You look exhausted.

Golden Cheese: *pauses, smiles* ...Let’s get inside first. Get out of this annoying heat, yes?

*Golden Cheese leads them inside the temple, where cheesebirds and a few cookies were seen, the cookies seeming to be tending to others who was injured.*

Pure Vanilla: *soon looks at the green haired cookie* Um, Goldie? Who is this?

Golden Cheese: Oh this is Olive cookie. She’s a friend of that Adventurer Cookie you all hired to find me.

Olive: *smiles, giddy* That’s me! I-I must say, It is an honor to be in the presence of even 4 of the ancients!! Your majesty, I am a FAN of each of your civilizations' work!!

Dark Cacao: Nice you meet you madam.

Golden Cheese: She has been extremely helpful with her vast interest in my kingdom. With her help, I've managed to awaken some of my subjects. Its a slow process but its working.

??: *small girl wrapped in bandages approached the group, reaching up to the queen herself.* Nana?

White Lily: *confused* A tiny mummy?

Golden Cheese: *smiles, picking the girl up* Hello sweetie. How are you?

Pure Vanilla: Such a cute little crumb! Who is this?

Golden Cheese: This is Fettuccine, my grandchild.. Fett, these are my friends. Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla, and White Lily.

Fettuccine: *giggles* Hi hi!

Dark Cacao: Grandchild?

Golden Cheese: *nods* Found her in archives. She kept allowing me around, so I adopted her.

Pure Vanilla: *chuckles* Never expected you to be so fond of children, dear Cheese!

Golden Cheese: hehe, yeah. *frowns a bit, shakes her head* How about we get something to eat?You three must be tired from your journey.

*By midday, Golden Cheese offered her friends a nice lunch in the river spot in the middle of the temple. Her servants continue to help, despite her adamant waving off for them to go rest. She was a queen, but not helpless. She relished in the gifts her friends brought her, her wing flapping in happiness *

Pure Vanilla: *reading over Olive’s notes* Ms. Olive, this is amazing research! The details are immaculate!

Olive: *chuckles* Aww gee, thank you your majesty! Golden Cheese Kingdom is a mysterious and fascinating place. I’m just glad my research is helping restore this place.

Golden Cheese: *offering Fettuccine a cheese bun,smiles* I’ve been thinking of making her my scribe once my palace is complete! *sips on a glass of berry juice*

Dark Cacao: *twiddling with his fork* But Golden Cheese, I must ask.. Why did you call us here? 

*Pure Vanilla, White Lily, and Olive looked at the golden queen, seeing her face go from happy to pained to sad.*

Fettuccine: *touches Golden Cheese’s arm* ..Faba?

*Golden Cheese frowned a bit,soon picking up Fettuccine. She nodded to the little mummy, looking at the others*

Golden Cheese: *sighs* I guess I cant waste anymore time huh? Follow me. 

*soon leading them into a hidden room.*

*Three sarcophagi laid there, each with a different animal head on them. A bull, a falcon, and a jackal. Etched on the coffins were each different times of day, morning dawn, midday, and midnight. The queen approached one, a shaky hand touched the middle one, looking sad.*

White Lily: *worried* Golden Cheese…?

Golden Cheese: Heh. This is my hidden treasure room. I.. I keep the most sacred of treasures… Ones birthed from my feathers…

Fettuccine: *waddles to the jackal sarcophagus, touches it* Faba..

Pure Vanilla: Birthed from your feathers..? *frowns* You mean…

Dark Cacao: Children. She means children, Vanilla.

White Lily: *shocked, covers her mouth*

Golden Cheese: *nods* I came back to my kingdom, I found them dead. I managed to collect their souls and their bodies back together, crumb by crumb. But.. I can't wake them up…

Pure Vanilla: So that’s why you asked for our help.

Golden Cheese: *nods, hears something* Oh, um… excuse me. *leaves the room*

White Lily: *falls to her knees* I… She.. *sniffs* I did this…