#player 1: rhys greene

[mctionsick]

closed starter for @racylove

"I'm not going to forget you, I hope you know that."

[mctionsick]

When Atticus broke the news that she had a kid shortly after they started seeing each other, he tried to find the perfect balance of showing his interest and allowing her to keep her little family close to her chest. Now that her two words were about to merge he felt it was as good of a time as any to know everything he could about her son. "So, tell me all about the little guy," he says, pushing his book to the side to give her his attention.

atticus smiles as she feels rhys kiss her head, she was already feeling a whole lot better about this. other guys had run off, and ghosted her after this conversation but it felt different with rhys, she liked it, a lot. atticus' breath hitches ever so slightly as she notices rhys' fingers against her skin, "good" she smiles brightly, happy to hear those words, she felt like she was finally being understood, "you know what? i love that, i'm very lucky".

[azsazz]

Over Ice (Part 3)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3147

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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Rhysand’s face hurts.

His hands do, too, but the scrapes and splits in the skin of his knuckles have nothing on the cut in his lip, which currently stings from the rush of alcohol that passes over his lips.

It’s cold, crisp, and free, so it’s the best beer he’s had all night.

Hell, his cheek is bruised too. It’s not a Picasso of mottled yellows, greens, and purples yet—curtesy of the time he spent poking and prodding the knotted bump in one of the locker room mirrors, post shower.

The only thing that isn’t bruised is his ego because he more than won that fight against the Penguin’s center, Kallias Winterborough. He fucking wiped the ice with him and then proceeded to use the rest of his team to clean house.

Somewhere in the Hockey House—aptly named for the number of players that reside in the five-bedroom, two-story craftsman—you and his cousin meander around, violet Solo Cups in hand because the red ones are so overrated. Plus, one of their biggest rivals—the Foxes—wear crimson, and no one at Velaris University would ever be caught repping that team at one of his parties.

It's a move he’s regretting a little too much right now, unable to revel in the Bat’s big win with his lip split in two. Fucker got him good, he can admit, but never aloud. Cassian would never let him live it down and Azriel would shoot him a scathing glare at the mere mention of another school’s team under their roof.

Az takes his superstitions seriously.

“Rhys, dude.” Cassian stumbles in through the square arch connecting the spacious living room to the cozy kitchen. It’s the only thing Rhysand doesn’t like about the Hockey House: no open floorplan. That means, when he plays host as he so often does because he can’t afford a hangover from hell following most mornings, he can’t see what’s going on in the kitchen if he’s in the living room or vice versa.

He can’t see people sneaking up the stairs, and even though he keeps his room locked at all times following the Cassian Incident™ that included two leggy blondes and the Frozen Four first place trophy—announcing the next afternoon that blondes do, in fact, have more fun—he still doesn’t trust a horde of university students on a high from their win not to do anything stupid.

Speaking of stupid…Cassian slides to a halt beside him. He’s so eager to share whatever the hell with Rhys that he overshoots, slamming his hip into the counter. His friend howls, and much unto Rhys’ surprise, others join in, like it’s some kind of victory cry and not one that says ‘I just bashed my hip in, somebody help me, please.’

Rhysand is in no mood to help.

“What’s up, Cass?” Rhys sighs, frowning when he tips his bottle back to his mouth only to find it empty. He hadn’t realized how much he drank; thought he was nursing it with the way his lip burns.

Cassian’s face contorts from pain back to amused like a flick of a switch and the pain was long forgotten. His nose is permanently crooked from the number of times he’s broken it during fights both on and off the ice, and he’d be missing one of his pearly whites if he hadn’t just gotten it fixed earlier this week. Thankfully, his moustache has been shaved off for tonight, showing off his plump, pink lips. His brunet hair is the longest on the team, just brushing the tops of his massive shoulders, and thankfully. On one side, it’s tucked tightly behind his ear, showing off the gold ring he punched through it on a dare at their first party freshman year.

Cassian’s hazel eyes have a spark in them that 1: Rhys has seen too many times, and 2: never means anything good.

Rhysand narrows his own, breaking that eager contact to scour the kitchen for another beer because goddammit, he’s going to need it with the way his friend is all but shaking with excitement.

“Have you found your nurse yet?” Cassian asks, trailing him around the marble slab counter.

“My what?” Rhysand side-steps a couple making out so hard that they go crashing into the first thing that isn’t each other: the wall. The petite girl with bright blue hair whimpers loudly, and the noise is swallowed up by the guy that’s sticking his tongue straight down her windpipe.

It looks grosser than it seems, Rhys defends when a pang of want slaps him right in the chest.

“Your nurse, dude,” Cassian whines. He slips on a rogue wet patch on the obsidian floor tiles and now Rhysand has another thing to dislike in this house. All he needs is someone cracking their skull open on his kitchen floor or the couple to fall and have his teeth through her lips from the impact. “You know, cause you’re all injured.” He waves flippantly towards Rhysand’s wounds.

“I don’t need a nurse,” Rhys answers, confused. He pulls open the fridge and snags two beers off of the shelf Cassian and two of his other roommates have dedicated it to. He hands one to his friend, who pops the top off with his teeth, and Rhys raises an unimpressed brow. “I didn’t get that hurt.” Plus, he’s already been to see the team trainer for his shiners.

He busies himself with the beer opener that’s stuck to the side of the fridge, then grabs the roll of paper towels from their holder to wipe up the mess Cassian’s leaving footprints with. Well, he unrolls a few and tosses them onto the spill, anyway.

“No, I mean like a lady nurse.” Cassian waggles his brows. “Someone who can kiss you better, maybe even give you a hand—”

And, well, that might just help his mood.

“Hey.” Azriel breezes into the kitchen like he’s still on his skates. He has his own cup in hand, filled with water. Rhys know this because he’s never seen Azriel drink anything other than water and the occasional coffee. He takes his training more seriously than half of the team, which bodes well for Rhys because he always has a gym buddy, but sometimes, he wishes his friend would let loose, even if it meant seeing a girl. Or sleeping with one. “Heads up.”

The warning has Rhys standing straighter, ready to abandon his beer on the counter to play his role as captain and the one in charge of the party. His roommates naturally defer to him in house affairs because they’re used to it, but really, Rhys doesn’t have much more room in his packed schedule for warding off drunk students and stopping fights.

The last thing he needs tonight is to find himself in the middle of a fight.

“Rhys!” A perky blonde squeals, and his shoulders drop for a second only to tense right back up when his cousin throws herself into his arms.

He catches her with an oof, spitting out her wild locks that somehow always end up everywhere. He loves his cousin dearly, like a sister, but why is she here right now?

He doesn’t see you following your roommate into the kitchen, jaw slack like it’s been since you first saw the Hockey House lit up in all of its glory. The place is absolutely massive, it looks like it could rival one of the houses on Greek row.

The kitchen is moody yet warm. The dark tiles match the onyx-stained flat arch you just walked through. The lighter gray marble countertop brightens the room, and the deep blue cabinets paired with the soft lighting paints the room in perfect synchrony.

It’s absolutely stunning.

Neither of you see the other at first. Rhys because he’s still trying to blink Mor’s hair from his eyes and you because you’re entranced by the interior design of the home. There’s no way five boys could possibly live here, let alone five hockey players. It’s a bit of a mess with the party raging around you, yes, but you haven’t seen one hole in the drywall, not one forgotten dish nor a pair of boxers left of the bathroom floor—you checked.

Because you were using the restroom of course, you weren’t looking for that specific reason.

“Hey, Mor,” Rhys greets when she finally detaches herself from him. She doesn’t go far, only stepping back enough to introduce you to him. “What are you doing here?”

Violet eyes clash with yours, drawing your heart to a standstill. He looks just as good as he did when you were sprawled out on his chest: dark hair clean and mussed through, red lips parted as if the words he wants to say are stuck in his throat.

The only thing different about him now is that cut in his lip and the redness to his cheek from his fight on the ice that you bore witness to.

The memory replays in your mind again, awakening tingles in your body that shouldn’t be. And just how you’re praying for them not to, they converge right between your thighs, settling in nice and hot and begging for attention as the sight of him with burning violet eyes as he decks his opposition across the jaw replays.

It really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, and he himself shouldn’t be as hot as he is, either.

You hold yourself still, focusing eighty percent on your attention on trying to calm your eager bits down and the other twenty percent on making sure you don’t look constipated while doing so.

Rhys blinks at you and you return his blank stare, watching, waiting to see if he recognizes you, too.

Oh, he does.

“We came to see your game tonight,” she says, as if it isn’t obvious from your attire. The attire that Rhys is currently dragging his eyes down, drinking in every inch—all four of them—of the jersey your roommate forced you into tonight. You watch his eyes flare as he reads the number across your chest. His number, you’re just now realizing.

Heat floods your cheeks but you’re unable to bolt like you so desperately want to. Your heart is beating three times as fast in your chest as he slowly, slowly, rakes his gaze up from your legs that are glued to the floor, all the way to your eyes, that are glued to his face.

“This is (Y/N),” Mor announces, gesturing to you with a flourish. When you make no move forward to greet them, her red nails curl around the hem of your jersey and yank.

You stumble forward, and the trance is broken. Unfortunately, so is your face, because you slip in something on the tiles and are plummeting face-first into the ground. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, lips parted to scream or groan, whichever your mind catches up to first—

The impact never comes. Strong hands grip your arms, stopping you from eating tile. You’re too stunned to speak, even when you’re planted back on your feet and staring into the chest you were lying on only this afternoon.

Rhysand Cunningham.

Jesus, you’re really going to have to stop saying his full name like that. It’s creepy.

“Easy now,” Rhys says, making sure you’re steady. You somehow find the courage to look him in the eyes, hastily tamping down the mortification that threatens to consume you.

As soon as your eyes lock, it’s like magic.

There’s no other way to describe whatever is happening between the two of you right now. His light touch is searing, and so are his eyes as he scans your face, making sure you’re not hurt.

Rhys’ abandoned beer sits precariously close to the edge of the counter, and Cassian accidentally knocks it off with his elbow when he dodges a playful swat Mor tosses his way. It goes crashing to the floor, startling you and Rhys from your trance.

You jump, gaze following the noise. Rhys’ hands slip from your body and you shiver at the cold that replaces him, even though it’s stifling in this house with the number of bodies packed into it. You manage one large step back that he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s already snatching the paper towels from where he put them last and barking at passerby to “be fucking careful.”

“I, uh,” you stutter, and holyfuckingshit, he’s leaning over to clean up the mess. You get a full view of that toned ass; despite the jeans he’s wearing. It’s perfect, round like an apple, juicy like one too, you bet. The sudden urge to lean over and sink your teeth into it hits you like a semi— “I need to use the bathroom.”

You scurry away from your roommate and her cousin like it’s your ass that’s just been bitten into.

Rhys grumbles the entire time he cleans up the spilt beer. Cassian tried to help, his chocolate eyes wide and sad, spouting off apologies like he did something much worse than break a fucking bottle, but hissed when he cut his thumb on a sharp edge. Rhys had pushed him away from the scene immediately after that.

He wonders if Cassian is going to bound off into the living room and find himself a nurse of his own, now.

“Hey, where did your friend go?” Rhys asks Mor who’s chewing on a cherry stem. He grimaces, not even knowing where those came from.

“Roommate,” Mor answers pointedly, serving him a harsh look that only confuses the hockey player.

“Okay…where did your roommate go?” He clarifies, eyes sweeping the room for you. Disappointment prickles at his skin just as much as the look his cousin is shooting him. He’d gotten his look at you alright, but he’s suddenly feeling like the single up-down he gave you was not nearly enough.

“To the bathroom,” she answers, rounding the counter, eyeing all of the opened bottles of liquor on top. She must not see anything she likes, because he doesn’t reach for anything. “Why?”

Why? Because you brought her here and I want to be nice? Rhys thinks. I want to get to know her, maybe somewhere private—

“I didn’t really get to introduce myself.” Is what he goes with.

Mor snorts, rolling her eyes because she is not falling for that one. “She’s off limits.”

“Then why did you bring her here?” Rhys blurts, unable to stifle the words before they slip out. Damn beer.

“Because we wanted to see your game,” Mor replies, watching her cousin closely.

If you wanted to see my game, you shouldn’t have warned me against your roommate, he thinks, and then cringes.

“Well, thanks for coming, cuz,” he offers, because there’s no good rhyme or reason to start arguing with her. Especially when both of their parents are just phone calls away.

He’d rather be getting the third degree from Mor than his mother, anyway.

Rhys swiftly changes the subject. “Hope you enjoyed me kicking some ass.”

Mor’s tight face melts into amusement. She laughs, tossing her head back on her shoulders. “Yeah, I really did enjoy that, actually.”

It’s at that exact moment that Rhys catches sight of you again. You’re caught halfway in the archway of the kitchen, presumably on your way back from the bathroom. Your lips are pulled into a smile as you giggle, and he wishes he could hear it over the gods-awful music. Your eyes are bright and he watches you brush a strand of hair behind your ear, cheeks pinkening with a blush that makes him wonder just who’s putting that look on your face.

Rhys takes one step to the left and his entire body begins boiling with heat when he catches sight of one of his players speaking to you.

If she’s off limits to me, then my players are off limits to her.

And that’s exactly what they are, too, players. Mor’s right, he can’t end up letting one of his teammates fuck around with you, not when you’re so close to his cousin. She’d be devastated if you got hurt, and fuck it, he would too. He’d kill one of his guys if they broke your heart.

Rhys doesn’t talk sense into himself as he stalks your way, doesn’t think about the repercussions or his actions when he slides up to your side, all rigid muscles and sharp looks.

“What do we have here?” he asks, drawing you away from the friendly conversation you were having with the handsome hockey player about the types of tapes and casts that can be used when treating different injuries.

It’s James Attor, from your Athletic Training Techniques class. You’d recognized him, but didn’t know he played for the Velaris hockey team. He’s a sophomore like you, and more interested in the injuries part of his sport than the actual scoring.

“Oh, hey, Cap,” James greets, shrinking under the scrutinizing gaze of his team leader. He knows that look, it’s the one Rhys gets before he’s about to lose his mind on the ice. “I was just talking to (Y/N) about—”

“About nothing,” Rhys finishes for him, and you frown. What the hell is his problem?

“James, wait,” you call, but it’s too late, he’s already slipped into the crowd of people dancing in the middle of the living room, and you don’t have supervision to see through them.

Whirling around on your heel, you glare up at Rhys. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Rhys asks, striding back towards the kitchen. You decide that playing stupid doesn’t look good on him. And neither does that split lip.

You can’t believe you wanted to get closer. For a better look at his wounds, of course.

“That!” You exclaim, throwing your arm out and pointing where you were just standing. It serves no purpose because Rhys isn’t facing you, which only stokes your anger further. “I was talking to him!”

“Yeah,” he rounds on his feet so fast you don’t even see it coming and for the second time today, you run smack dab into the middle of his chest.

This time, you don’t tumble into a pile of limbs.

You blink, dumbfounded.

“And I’d prefer it if you don’t,” Rhys finishes, chest tight. He feels on edge at the way your body pressed up against his, like lightning in his veins. He grits his teeth, willing the feeling to go away.

“Yeah,” you scoff, tossing him your best glare. You cross your arms over your chest for effect, but all it does is make that skimpy shirt you’re wearing ride up more, and both Rhys’ eyes and throat catch at the sight of your creamy skin. Your word sounds like a threat when you say, “Unlikely.”

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[acourtofthought]

So I saw your ask about Elain and why she’s your favorite character, what scenes made you like her, headcanons.

I was wondering if wondering if you answer those same questions but with Lucien ❤️

Hi there ❤️ and here you are:

1. Why is Lucien one of your favorite characters?

Lucien is the guy you aren't automatically programmed to want in romantasy. He's not dark and brooding, he doesn't have blue, gray, green, or black as night eyes, he doesn't have shadow powers, he doesn't hate everyone and everything but her. Really, he's the comic relief who in most other series would remain a side character. But what Sarah has done with the comic relief is make him hot. Muscular. With gorgeous red hair. Really intelligent. With a secret heritage that's going to make him just as powerful as the other most powerful players in their world.

Sarah has taken the sidekick and set him up to be just about as powerful as the lead of her trilogy. It's almost unheard of.

But he's been such a good guy the entire time. He's not betraying people, stabbing them in the back. He's not hounding Elain, trying to snark his way into gaining her attention, not seducing her, not trying to make her jealous. Dude could probably wipe out Az if he wanted at this point with the hints of his Day Court powers beginning to peak through but instead he just stands aside and lets everyone do their thing even if he's hurt as a result.

Lucien is not only fantasy book boyfriend material but he's also a lot closer to real life boyfriend material, the kind who is already mature all on his own and readily apologizes for his mistakes, where he doesn't need a girl to fix him.

Where so many other MMCs are carbon copies of one another Lucien stands out as being one of a kind.

2. Is there a specific scene that made you like him?

Literally every scene. I was a Rhys girlie during my first read but he hasn't stood up to the test of time. Not that I hate Rhys now or anything but there's been many MMC since then who rank much higher for me. Lucien remains in my top 5 and I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have an entire book from his POV.

While I love every scene he's in I was beside myself getting his POV in ACOWAR.

3. What theories/headcanons do you have for Lucien?

Possible contender for High King wielding Gwydion, that his beast form might be a dragon, that he and Elain performing Calanmai might stop the lands from dying further, that he'll be the one to break through the spells and wards at the Human Queens castle.

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

Get to Know Me

Hi! I got tagged in two different getting to know people tag games so I am combining them into one :) thanks will be at the bottom :)

Tags below the cut :) but also everyone that I tagged in an answer is welcome to play!

First Set

Last song: Dear Theodosia (@user-anakin, @saintlynomenclature @read-and-write- and I were being emo about all the Hamilton and RWRB parallels, listen to this song & think of Burr as Ellen/Oscar and Hamilton as Arthur)

Last film: Ferrari

Currently reading: Fic, lol, rn I am not chipping away at my tbr and instead slowly rereading Made the Right Selection by @clottedcreamfudge b/c @affectionatelyrs and I love cheerleader Alex/football player Henry

Currently watching: i don't really watch TV besides sports, but I guess Percy Jackson counts ???

Currently consuming: the last thing I ate was a ton of crunchy seasoned chickpeas

Currently craving: dark-chocolate covered honeycomb candy from Sprouts and also cheeto puffs. always, to both.

Next Set

1. Were you named after anyone?

birth name, no, but Rhys is a family name

2. When was the last time you cried?

i literally never cry but listening to dear theodosia in the car and thinking about the rwrb parallels made me tear up???? wild

3. Do you have kids?

nope

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

soccer, basketball, lacrosse, swimming, volleyball, softball, track, cross country, tennis, kickball (I come by sporty spice nickname honestly). tbh I feel like I'm missing some, but I have played all of these at some point

5. Do you use sarcasm?

yeah (and then follows the anxiety that people think I'm being serious)

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

their smile, probably, and general facial expressions

7. What’s your eye color?

grey/blue/green to be interpreted by others based on what I'm wearing or the lighting lol

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

sucker for love stories so probably happy ending, but scary movies are fun in big groups

9. Any talents?

see 4 aka sports, I'm kind of a jack of all trades master of none athletically. i can also do a pretty good array of voices or impressions, but not on command as much as when I'm reading something (when I was teaching kids would beg to me to read aloud, which was cute)

10. Where were you born?

this feels doxxy so I shall go southern USA

11. What are your hobbies?

writing, reading, watching basketball or f1, falling down a youtube spiral

12. Do you have any pets?

two dogs, two cats

13. How tall are you?

5' 4" i'm just a little guy

14. Favorite subject in school?

history or english, but i also love ap calc lol

15. Dream job?

i mean i'd love to just be a writer and get to travel/work from anywhere, but also people say making a hobby your job can be dangerous so maybe it's for the best (that's what I tell myself)

This was fun! Thanks for the tags for one or both of these @myheartalivewrites @firenati0n @cultofsappho @suseagull04 @14carrotghoul!!!

In addition to those already tagged, tagging @littlemisskittentoes @inexplicablymine @rockyroadkylers @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @gayrootvegetable @gay-flyboys :)

[mctionsick]

The words sink deep in his bones and he longs to keep them there. Truthfully it was something he needed to hear from somebody beyond his own family. He knew it was a sacrifice not many would make, and it wasn't one he wanted his siblings to make. They were both fresh out of college, he didn't want anything to stop the momentum of growth for the both of them. The Greenes were resilient, he'd bounce back just like his mom would. His mind wraps around her various questions. He sighs, holding her close, "My dad ran off again 'bout a month ago. Mom thought it was his usual tough guy act and he'd be back in a couple weeks, but he got his dumb ass in trouble and now he's locked up in who knows where." All he knew was he wasn't going to bail him out this time. Maybe he needed to stay away from them all for good time time. "I got that news last week. It's been a whirlwind since them. I got lucky with the job, I'm subbing while the other teacher is on maternity leave. They might have a position for me in the next term though."

he wasn't just here for now. he was here. actually home again and kennedy could cry. "you're such a good kid." she grinned, she had gotten out too at one point, but life had a way of kicking your ass, and now she was home again. at least she had her own place, and wasn't stuck in her childhood bedroom. her parents didn't need her help. "you already have a job? that's amazing." she wanted to pull away, to put space between them but she couldn't bear it. "we have so much to catch up on. when did you decide to come back? how long have you been back?" when did he decide to come and find her? when had he thought of them and their friendship? she was too curious, teddy always said that about her but she couldn't help it. not really. she had tried but the curiosity never killed the cat, and the satisfaction was always enough to encourage her further.

[aubjornsnightmare]

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Longest Tag: 45 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

fragment

to mar our alabaster stage with your mortal voice is a fool’s errend, for no one could ever appease the encircling garden

0 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#4

fragment: character

Basic Info

Name: ???

Age: 20

Athletics: Barely Enough

Academics: Pretty Good

Favorite Food: Gnocchi

Animal: Salamander

XP Emotion: “Putting My Faith In You” or “Thumbs Up”

Arc Traits: Otherworldly (Child of the Ash) 1, Bindings (Wounded Angel) 2, Emptiness (Accursed) 2+

Non-Miracles:

Element: “the city of ropes and chains”

Kaiju Form: Hundred-Handed Naga

Mood: “Your efforts are not in vain.” // “You’ve done all that you can.”

Dramatic Role: I am there when the stars align against your favor.

Skilled Devices: Astronomer

(More Divine Health Levels: 3)

Blasphemy: The stars will fall from the sky.

Curse: Cursed Earworm from a Music Box

Trigger: Any Other Earworm

Sanctuary: Cloud Cove on the Underside of Celestia

Sanctuary Access: The Observatory's Attic / Any Abandoned Floor 

Accursed 2+

Sanctuary: you can retreat to your isolated cloud-cove by walking up or downstairs into an abandoned floor; other people can enter your Sanctuary by walking into the dilapidated attic of Town’s observatory

+ 2 starting MP

Falling From The World: you have this music box that you can’t bear to hear because the raw emotion of listening to it burns you; the longer you stay with it, the more and more everything else sounds like that heart-wrenching tune; you find solace in the muffled walls of your cloud cove

WBH: you dampen the impact that a thing or phenomenon has on the world - not just sound, but also light and touch; completely suppressing the qualia from something would leave it functionally non-existent

Nourishment:

Major Miracle - you can make melodies into mildly dissonant, ordinary noises;

Egress Benefits - you bring along a shy flock of cloud creatures, to act as guards or pets;

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#3

“Accord of the Oldroot”, a rare green legendary enchantment that costs two X and a green.

The rules text reads: “When Accord of the Oldroot enters play, each player creates X 1/1 green Saproling creature tokens for each Forest they control. At the beginning of your end step, if two or more green creatures died this turn, each player creates a 3/3 green Plant Golem creature token.”

(Notes)

Card Art generated with Zoetrope 5.5

January 22, 2022: Plant Golem token card yet to be created

1 note - Posted January 23, 2022

#2

Being Stung By The Tip Of Mendoius Anhak’s Tail

• [x] induces a tingling sensation.

• [x] provokes a small, but violent, reaction.

• [x] brings you into contact with Mendoius Anhak’s tail.

• [x] usually goes unattributed to Mendoius Anhak.

• [x] awakens you from stupor or slumber.

1 note - Posted January 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

fragment

when I first heard Techno say those exact numbers of materials, I thought of those visual clientside blueprint mods (?) - and here, its confirmation appears as I open his next stream

3 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

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[oldschoolfrp]

Four typical D&D tieflings from their earliest sources in AD&D 2e, all by Tony DiTerlizzi--

Top is the tiefling Factol Rhys of the Transcendent Order, from A Player’s Guide to the Planes in the Planescape Campaign Setting boxed set (1994).  The very first description of a tiefling I can find is from this book:

Part human and part something else, tieflings are the orphans of the planes.  They can be described as humans who’ve been plane-touched.  A shadow of knife-edge in their face, a little too much fire in their eyes, a scent of ash in their presence -- all these things and more describe a tiefling.

And that’s it for their physical appearance.  DiTerlizzi’s illustration goes farther in establishing goat legs and hooves, very long ears, and a tail as options.  They are noted as taking half damage from cold-based attacks, with a +2 bonus to saves vs fire, electricity, and poison.

Middle is a much more human-looking tiefling, from the Monstrous Compendium Planescape Appendix (1994) which notes they are:

as varied as the places they call home.  Superficially human, their appearance always betrays them: some sport small horns, other have pointed ears, scales, a cloven hoof, or just a wicked gleam in their eye that never leaves. . .  They’re often confused with alu-fiends, erinyes, incubi, and succubi (which they’ll forgive). . .”

Their diet is distinctly non-human -- They prefer to eat only meat, preferably raw, especially blubber, gristle, and insects, but can survive a short time on “ashes, coal, and other mineral matter.”  Their favorite beverages are “strange concoctions of broth, oil, sulphur, and firewater.”

Bottom are two tieflings accompanying the new d100 random Tiefling Tables from The Planewalker’s Handbook by Monte Cook (1996).  Player character tieflings roll 1d4 times on the Tiefling Appearance table, which gives only 7% chance per roll of horns in some configuration, 2% pointed ears, 6% various combinations of goatlike legs/hooves, and 7% some type of tail.  Inhuman skin color finally shows up as an explicitly stated option, with a 1% chance for green-tinted, 1% blue-tinted, 1% red-tinted, and 2% striped markings, as well as 5% total green, blue, or multicolored hair and 19% additional results of hairy, hairless, scaly, leathery, or feathers.  Also 3% would have red eyes, 2% black with no whites, 1% feline eyes, and 2% “extremely deep-set eyes.”  Damage resistances and innate magical abilities also were highly variable and randomized in this supplement.

Today the 5e Players Handbook (2014) has standardized some of these traits like always having large horns though of varying shapes, thick tails 4-5′ long, and solid color eyes, while emphasizing certain variability -- eyes may be solid black, red, white, or silver, and hair could be dark black, brown, red, blue, or purple.  Normal human skin coloration remains the first option mentioned, though "various shades of red” are a possibility.  Of course, as always, players and DMs can choose to reskin their tieflings however they wish at their tables, and wildly colored tieflings have become popular.

[greenandhazy]

Things I love about these Philadelphia Phillies:

There are a lot of young players new to the team this year, and they call themselves “the Daycare.” Brandon Marsh had to point out that he counted as the daycare because he’s only 24 despite being 6’4” and looking like this

One member of the Daycare, Nick Maton, has the nickname “Wolfie” in the clubhouse because he howls after big hits/plays. A hype video they released for the playoffs referred to him affectionately as “Teen Wolf over here.” Also, he has an older brother who pitches for the Houston Astros. Recently he successfully got a hit against his brother, and both of their reactions were exactly what you’d expect: 😑 and 😈

Their win playlist has been made public and is absolutely off the wall, but apparently their go-to celebration song is a cover of “Dancing on My Own” by Robyn?? Nothing like seeing a bunch of beefy dudes hopping up and down, spraying each other with champagne, belting out a no-pronouns-switch breakup song.

During one of the celebrations, one guy was dancing around with their backup catcher, Garrett Stubbs, on his shoulders. He hadn’t actually played that game, and people joked he was only there because they needed a short guy to lug around whom they didn’t have to worry about dropping.

The main catcher, JT Realmuto, has the fastest pop time—meaning the time it takes him to jump up and throw the ball when he sees someone stealing—in the National League. His pop time is under 2 seconds. That was also about the amount of time it took him to jump when someone popped a champagne cork right next to him, which is a hilariously delayed reaction.

The arguable founder of the Phillies daycare has decided that, instead of the traditional rush with a giant tub, he wanted to sneak up on people with little cups of ice water and pour it down their shirts. Always check for Sneaky Stott in the background.

There’s one player in his third season, Alec Bohm, who struggled a lot with sophomore slump. After one game when he made three errors in the field, he got a sarcastic standing ovation and got caught on camera saying “I fucking hate this place.” He owned up to it and the fans’ general reaction was “babe we fucking hate this place too, welcome to the club,” and he got a genuine round of applause the following night. Since then he put in a shit ton of work and made some truly incredible plays in the game that led to them advancing in the playoffs. When asked what he had to say to fans, he said “I love this place.”

Bryce Harper, last year’s NL MVP, has been called the king of pandering. He has had multiple custom-made suits, cleats, and other accessories to pay tribute to Philly sports (including adding green feathers to a premade pair of Phanatic cleats that just weren’t tacky enough), and his reaction after the Phillies won their recent round in the playoffs was to say he hoped the Eagles would have a good game the next day (they did—coincidentally both Philly teams beat teams called the Cardinals this weekend).

Jean Segura had the record of being the longest-playing player in the National League to not make the playoffs. He had a hit in their first playoff game that gave them the go-ahead run, and he reacted with a victory leap while still running to first.

There is absolutely nothing I don’t love about Rhys Hoskins, the Big Fella, king of handshakes, clubhouse big brother. But shoutout to this photo of a tender moment between him and Bryce Harper after they made the playoffs.

And it just feels wrong to not acknowledge Kyle Schwarber even though I don’t know much about him except he’s a goddamn tank, but he did have an EPIC meltdown early this season against an ump who had a horrible accuracy rate which I got to witness in the 9th inning of a 1-run, boring as shit game, and it was fantastic. He made sure to include plenty of big gestures so those of us in the cheap seats could tell what he was complaining about, which I appreciated.

In conclusion: go Phils, fuck the Braves, RING THAT BELL.

[mctionsick]

Rhys wasn't anticipating adopting a dog, except when the border collie mix followed him home one day it didn't exactly give him a choice in the matter. Now it was a few years later and Banjo was his closest companion, often spending hours in the studio as he mixed audio, and keeping himself and the musicians he worked with company. Now they were at the dog park trying to get some of her endless supply of energy out of her system. It's then a friendly looking golden approaches them and Rhys can't help but grin specially as his human approaches. "He's good! Banjo knows how to share... most of the time. He can stay and hang unless you guys are heading out."

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“Alright Scout, you ready?” Phaedra smiled down at the golden retriever, tennis ball in hand. The dog sat, tail wagging furiously as he stared intently at the ball. “Fetch!” She told him, tossing the ball across the dog park. Phaedra couldn’t help but giggle as she watched him bolt right after the ball, easily catching it on it’s first bounce on the ground. Scout paused though, seemingly seeing something more interesting now and trotting off with the ball in his mouth instead of bringing it back to her. 'Scout!' She called to him, but he didn’t listen, and with a groan she started jogging after him. She watched as Scout dropped the tennis ball in front of another dog and it’s owner. 'I’m so sorry about him, I hope we aren’t invading their space.' Phaedra said to them, partially out of breath as she reached for Scout’s collar to ease him away from the other dog.

[mctionsick]

010, the arrival hall at an airport [@packagecfgirlyevil]

When he sees her his breath catches in his throat. There were very few people he would be thrilled to see after a red eye flight but she was at the very top of the list. Being back home was weird. It felt like he clawed his way out kicking and screaming and when his siblings got out he vowed to no longer clean up his parents messes. That lasted all of maybe two years and now his father is getting dragged off to prison... again, and somebody needs to make sure his mom doesn't go off the deep end.

His arms are around her the moment he's close enough, "I told you I was perfectly fine getting an Uber," he says, "--but I'm so fucking happy to see you."

[mmvalentine]

Home is Where You Are pt 6 | Feysand

Girl next door AU. Is that even relevant anymore? Idk, have some more fluff. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Rhys didn't know what that girl had dreamed that night. One moment they were living their perfect little domestic life and the next she was walking around the house in barely-there shorts and stealing any shirt he left out for too long. It was enough to drive a man mad.

About a week of this had gone by, with Rhys just barely clinging to his sanity, when Feyre made home made ice cream.

"Scary movie, chocolate ice-cream," she said. "All I really want out of life." They piled onto the couch, and Feyre threw a blanket over them. She put the movie on, but Rhys didn't even know what they were watching because he was trying not to stare at the way Feyre's tongue was moving over the ice cream cone. After she had eaten the entire thing, she looked over at him.

"What are you staring at?" she asked. "You have chocolate all over your face,"he said. "I don't even know how you made that much of a mess." She licked her lips. "No, the other side." Her little pink tongue darted out again. "No, still there." Feyre huffed and leaned forward. "Help me then," she said.

Rhys hesitated, and then reached out. Using his thumb, he carefully wiped the ice cream off the corner of her mouth. "All better," he said quietly. "Let me see," Feyre said. He held up his thumb. She rolled her eyes. "There's not that much, you exaggerate," she said. Then she took his hand in hers, and put his thumb in her mouth.

Her tongue flicked over the pad of his finger, and she sucked the ice cream off before she released him. The thought of her mouth around any part of his anatomy had him on fire.

"Are you okay?" Feyre asked him. Rhys just nodded. Feyre tilted her head to one side, her face lit up unevenly by the screen in front of them.

"Sometimes," she said, "I think you look at me like I'm something very fragile." "That's... not what I'm thinking." "It's not?" Feyre asked. "Because I think you feel like you have to protect me from every big bad thing in the world. Even you." "I'm sorry. I just want you to be okay," Rhys said. Feyre smiled the most beautiful smile. "I am okay, Rhys. I am really, truly okay. Will you worry a little less?" Rhys touched her chin. "I'll try." "Good. Then, let's go out tomorrow night." "Out?" Rhys asked. "Yes, we never go out." "Where do you want to go?" "Let's go to a bar like normal people." "Okay." "It's a date," Feyre grinned, and then settled back to watch the movie.

The next night, Rhys found himself in a bar for the first time in months. Years, maybe. What the hell did he used to do before Feyre lived with him?

Feyre ordered their drinks, and the squeezed through the crowd to look for a table. There was a live band playing that night, and the place was packed. They ended up standing off to the side, after failing to find a seat. Feyre leaned back against him.

"There are so many people!" she said. "Don't get lost!"

"Hello everyone," the lead singer was saying. "Happy Friday night, thanks for coming out!"

"He looks so familiar," Rhys said into Feyre's ear. She grinned. "Oh yes," she said. "You know him." Rhys squinted up at the stage. "Cassian?"

"This first song goes out to a very special lady, who does not love me back." The singer grinned at the crowd. "Anyway we're the Illyrians, and this song is called Nesta."

Rhys stared, and Feyre laughed. "We went to primary school with those guys!" Rhys said, raising his voice over the music. "Yeah!" Feyre yelled back. "I ran into them because Cassian's been chasing after Nesta for months now. He told me they play here every Friday night. Look at the bass player, it's Azriel." "Holy hell, it is. Should we try say hi afterward?" "No!" Feyre said. "Just enjoy it. Dance with me!"

And so Rhys did.

At the end of the evening, Rhys and Feyre had to sprint home. They started out strolling, but a sudden downpour had them running for cover. It stopped as soon as it had started, but they were already drenched through.

Feyre opened the door laughing, and Rhys half fell over her. They stripped off their sodden coats, and Feyre scraped her hair off her face. She hopped up onto the kitchen counter, and pointed a toe at Rhys.

"You gotta help me pull my boots off," she said, still laughing. "What am I, your manservant?" Rhys asked, even as he grabbed a hold of her heel. "Christ woman, did you glue these things on?" Feyre laughed again as he got one shoe off and made a grab for the other one, while toeing his own shoes off. "Beauty is pain, so they say," Feyre said. Rhys dropped the boot on the floor with a thud, and put his hands on the counter either side of Feyre. "Well then I don't know how you get out of bed in the mornings," he said. Feyre gasped. "Are you trying to tell me something, Rhysand?" "Only that your beauty astounds me daily." He grinned at her. "Shameless flirt!" she said. "Well you can tell me I'm beautiful too, and then we'll be even." "Bold words, for one whose hair is full of leaves," she said, flicking him on the nose. "It is not!" "It is, you ran through a low hanging branch on your way in."

To prove her point, she picked a small, green leaf out of his hair. Rhys frowned, and ran his hand over his head. "No, no," Feyre said. "You're not going to get it out like that." She pushed his head down, and started picking the leaves out herself. Rhys sighed and leaned into her touch.

"There," she said softly, "all gone." But she kept her hands in his hair, and when Rhys lifted his head they slid down around his neck.

At this proximity, he could get lost in the ocean of her eyes. She stared back at him, and her fingers moved to stroke over his lips. He shivered, and his hands twitched on either side of her legs. Feyre noticed, and since he didn't move, she picked up his hands and placed them on her hips.

"We... we've had a couple of drinks," Rhys said, even as his hands squeezed her. "Only one or two," she whispered. Her feet found the backs of his thighs, and tugged him in a little closer. "Still," he mumbled. "Maybe we shouldn't..." "Rhys," she whispered. "Not fragile, remember?" His hands floated up her sides and slid into her hair. "And this... this is what you want?" "This is what I want." "And you're sure it's not too soon?" "I'm sure you overbearing fool now kiss me already," Feyre said, and Rhys had his lips on hers before she had finished the sentence.

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IS IT TIME FOR SMUT?!! YES I THINK IT IS.

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House of the Dragon: Game of Thrones Prequel Trailer Breakdown

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It’s been far too long since TV viewers got to spend time in Westeros. Thankfully, we will all be returning soon. Today HBO Max revealed an official teaser for House of the Dragon, the first of many planned Game of Thrones spinoffs. Check it out below.

This story is a prequel that picks up roughly 200 years before the events of the epic HBO series. The Targaryen dynasty is on its fifth king of the Seven Kingdoms. They’ve got all the dragons they could want and things are going great in Westeros. Surely, no petty family squabble over succession could possibly ruin such a great thing! Unfortunately for the Targaryen family, George R.R. Martin kind of lives for this shit. 

House of the Dragon is set to cover a major event in Westerosi history known as the Dance of the Dragons. This is when a crisis of succession leads to an enormous civil war that devastates the continent and kills off a large percentage of House Targaryen’s dragons. And those dragons are pretty important, you see. As the voiceover in the teaser indicates “Gods, kings, fire, and blood. Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.”

Though this teaser is only just over a minute long, it packs quite a bit of exciting imagery within it. Let’s break down exactly what it is we’re seeing here, using Martin’s prequel text Fire & Blood as a guide. 

Ser Otto Hightower

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House of the Dragon Photos Offer First Look at Thrones Prequel Characters

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Fans of Game of Thrones should immediately recognize the pendant on the chest of this unseen character. That is worn by the “Hand of the King” who is essentially the King of the Seven Kingdoms’ chief of staff. Some Hands of the King are more historically significant than others and the House of the Dragon will depict a particularly important one. Though we don’t see his face, this character is certainly Ser Otto Hightower (Rhys Ifans).

The Hightowers hail from Oldtown in The Reach, one of the biggest and most powerful cities in the Seven Kingdoms. In fact, before Aegon I’s arrival on the continent and the creation of King’s Landing, Oldtown was THE city in Westeros. As such, the Hightower family that rules Oldtown is extremely powerful. Though Otto’s brother is the Lord of Oldtown, Otto has been a mainstay of King’s Landing for years. He is a deeply political man who counts the king’s brother Daemon as his biggest rival. His daughter is also quite attractive and may or may not catch the eye of King Viserys I.

King Viserys I

Ah yes, King Viserys I: the head honcho. Viserys I (Paddy Considine) is the fifth king of the Targaryen dynasty. He seems to be doing a decent job but that might just be because his reign followed that of his grandfather Jaehaerys I – perhaps the greatest king Westeros ever had. Viserys’s biggest “sin” is his love of his daughter Rhaenyra. Viserys is grooming her to be Westeros’s ruling monarch despite the precdent of patrilineal succession being set under Jaehaerys’s reign.

The prominent inclusion of Viserys’ sword in this shot might not be a coincidence. All Targaryen kings through Aegon IV wielded Aegon I’s Valyrian steel sword Blackfyre. Should someone hypothetically nab that sword in a civil war it would lend an air of legitimacy to their claim.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen (Emma D’Arcy). This may be the closest this story has to a “main character.” Rhaenyra is the apple of her father King Viserys’s eye. In fact, for much of her youth she was pretty much the apple of everyone’s eye. Known as the “Realm’s Delight”, Rhaenyra has a very positive approval rating in the Seven Kingdoms. She is Viserys’s only child from his marriage to Queen Aemma of House Arryn. She appears to have a clear path to the Iron Throne … unless her father does something crazy like say, get remarried.

Daemon Targaryen

Here we have Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Daemon (Matt Smith) is the king’s younger brother and therefore Rhaenyra’s uncle. In the war to come, Daemon will be one of the most important players. He is an excellent warrior but also a bit unbearable. Otto Hightower hates him and Viserys himself isn’t too taken by him. His niece certainly loves him though. Perhaps a bit too much. 

This may not be a particularly important moment but it does serve as a reminder that the Targaryen fashion sense is so rad. This also, however, could be a fateful duel between Daemon Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole (Fabien Frankel), the latter of which loves a morningstar and who will play an important role in the palace intrigue to come.

Corlys Velaryon a.k.a. The Sea Snake

Now THIS guy is very important. This is Corlys Velaryon a.k.a. The Sea Snake (Steve Toussaint). Think of him as House of the Dragon’s Tywin Lannister, that is to say: the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms who does not sit on the Iron Throne. House Velaryon dates its lineage back to Old Valyria just like the Targaryens. As such the two families are quite close, with Corlys even marrying Princess Rhaenys Targaryen (Eve Best).

Even beyond his family’s power, however, Corlys is a particularly impressive man. He is a prolific sailor and adventurer who has traveled all over the world, bringing many riches back home with him. Should a civil war break out, he would be a very important ally to win.

Speaking of Velaryons, here is the whole crew. It’s unknown who is who here but the following actors have been confirmed to be a part of the Velaryon family:

– Wil Johnson as Ser Vaemond Velaryon – Younger brother to Coryls Velaryon and commander in the Velaryon navy – John Macmillan as Ser Laenor Velaryon – Son of Corlys Velaryon and  Rhaenys Targaryen    – Savannah Steyn as Lady Laena Velayron – Daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen  – Theo Nate as Ser Laenor Velaryon – Son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen

I believe we’re seeing the adolescent Ser Laenor to Corlys’s left. His wife Rhaenys is also accompanying him.

This is a conspicuous shot of the Iron Throne – the thing that each character is striving for and the thing that also no longer exists, thanks to Drogon.

Mysaria

Here we see Sonoya Mizuno (Devs, Ex Machina) as Mysaria, Daemon’s Mistress of Whisperers and also just his mistress. Mysaria is pretty rad. She’s a dancer from the Free City of Lys in Essos who caught Daemon’s eye. She comes to serve a pretty important role in the Dance of the Dragons and is involved with at least one unbearably cruel act. Much of Westeros comes to know her as “Lady Misery.”

Lady Alicent Hightower

Told you Ser Otto Hightower’s daughter was attractive! This is Lady Alicent Hightower (Olivia Cooker), who will soon catch the king’s eye. Here, however, she appears to be in distress. She’s running through the court in Maegor’s Holdfast and holding what could be the same Valyrian dagger that caused so much strife in Game of Thrones. What events could this cursed thing have set in motion here? It’s hard to say but it may involve her son Aemon losing an eye.

Remember how much fun the jousting episodes were in Game of Thrones season 1? So much can happen at a tourney. It’s a fun place for highborn and commoners alike to take in some sweet violence. It’s also dramatically fertile ground for many schemes to take shape. Based on the heraldry of a red archer on a green field, this tournament is being held in Horn Hill, home of House Tarly (yes, as in Samwell Tarly). The two participants in this particular joust appear to be Ser Criston Cole again and a House Tarly knight.

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In Fire & Blood, the events that set the Dance of the Dragons in motion begin at a tourney in King’s Landing. Alicent Hightower is adorned in green and Rhaenyra Targaryen in black, so when the factions eventually divide they are known as the “greens” and the “blacks.”

At first glance this appears to be a simple training session. But then it becomes clear that these two combatants really hate each other. We are likely seeing here a skirmish between one of Lady Alicent’s sons and one of Lady Rhaenyra’s. You might think that the blond-haired boy is Rhaenyra’s son but curiously all of her and her blond husband Laenor’s kids come out with jet black hair. He almost looks a little bit more like Ser Harwin Strong (Ryan Corr). Interesting.

House of the Dragon will premiere in 2022 on HBO and HBO Max.

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[mctionsick]

Rhys always tried to avoid having fear be his driving emotion. As erratic and unpredictable as it was he'd much rather have anger be behind the wheel. They didn't have many options, the one the pack was counting on was that they'd sit around and take whatever punishment came their way. A dry laugh escapes his lips at the motion of her finger sliding across her neck. "Well, we can wait here and have our fate decided by council of hotheaded wolves or... we can always run." If he could once leave his own siblings behind for their own safety he could surely start new again.

@mctionsick / in reply to this, because i made a new blog and can only post in beta!

jeannie wanted to pretend she was fearless. ever since she was a child, she had always had a purposeful blasé air about her, with haughty eyerolls and sarcastic sighs. she wanted to laugh in the face of danger, in the face of rules... only to cower when she was finally in danger's face. she had to have rhys comfort her, assuage her nerves! she was a fucking werewolf, and yet she never felt more afraid before in her life. holding her head back so her tears wouldn't fall, jeannie inhaled noisily. "it's so stupid! we brought back the biggest game for the whole pack, we should be heroes. instead we're pariahs." she tilted her head back down, faced rhys with slightly drier eyes, "what're gonna do? what if they kick us out? what if they decide to... y'know..." she mimed slicing her throat clumsily.

[nehebthewordy]

Underrated EDH Cards #1: Amonkhet Monuments

Hello again and welcome back. We haven’t done an article in a while so we’ll ease into it with the first in what I hope to be a series about my favorite cards that I never see played.

Heading up this series is the Gods’ Monument(s) cycle of three-drop artifacts from Amonkhet. At face value, you discount your creatures of a particular color and gain an additional benefit for casting them; a 1/1 vigilance token for Oketra, preventing a creature from untapping for Kefnet, draining each opponent for 1 life for Bontu, rummaging for Hazoret, and giving a creature a small pump for Rhonas. What is often missed about these five cards is that while the first ability only benefits a specific color, the second applies whenever you cast any creature regardless of color, and additionally none of them have any colored mana symbols so you can run them in literally any deck. Let’s take a look at them in WUBRG order.

Oketra’s Monument The monument to the god of solidarity often stands out most once players realize you can run it in any deck, because who doesn’t want to get an extra creature with their creatures? Any list with a high creature count or the ability to recast often can use this both to throw out tons of blockers and build a vigilant token army, ensuring a full swing never leaves you defenseless.

Kefnet’s Monument Probably the least I’ve seen of the bunch, Kefnet’s Monument can absolutely stall a voltron player out and even hamper anyone with so much as a tap ability. Rhys loses the ability to double your board. JVP stops being able to loot. Feldon stops cloning his owner’s graveyard. It’s particulaly effective if you include other ways to tap down creatures, making it especially good if you have white access. This effect seems small, but never underestimate how useful it can be on the right board.

Bontu’s Monument Bontu’s Monument is probably the second most used of this cycle. There’s not a lot to say here: cast creatures, your opponents lose life, you gain life. It’s most often played in mono black, but any reanimator deck such as Muldrotha or Chainer is likely to abuse it, and it can even see effective play outside black decks entirely.

Hazoret’s Monument This here is my favorite of the cycle. Overlooked next to more obviously powerful cards, the god of zeal’s monument can provide much-needed value in all kinds of decks. Mimeoplasm wants to fill his bin a little faster? Want to pitch those high-cost creatures to reanimate them later? Mono white card selection? It can do anything from providing Feldon more fuel to giving your Emeria a solid target while digging through that high-CMC finisher you probably won’t cast anyway.

Rhonas’s Monument Unlike the others, I don’t really see a place for this one outside green. Other colors can get stompy, sure, and any kind of voltron will welcome the trample, but the small temporary buff doesn’t seem like much to me. Then again, I may be wrong, and if any of you have any great stories to share with Rhonas’s Monument I’d love to hear them.

And that’s a wrap. At the time this article was written, each of these came in at 50 cents or less, and it’s entirely likely they’ll stay that way for a long time. Keep on getting that overlooked value and you’ll be one step closer to your next victory (or a fun game regardless). Until next time, see you on the battlefield.

[agentdagonet]

Still taking prompts?? Eggsy disappears every Friday night when he’s not on a mission and Harry (or Merlin) wants to know where he goes. He follows Eggsy to a pub that has dueling pianos. Turns out Eggsy is one of the pianists, and one of the favorites

So sorry for the wait! I promise that I am working on every prompt you all have sent to me. Than you for giving this chaotic and crazy time some meaning :)

So, @fandomrulesmylife fair warning, I have been to one (1) piano bar ever, and it was years ago, and I kind of just wrote whatever sounded like fun to me. I hope you like it!!

          ‘You do realise that I could have solved this mystery in minutes if you’d bother to give me the go ahead.’ Merlin grumbled, the sound of keys echoing behind.

          ‘Now where’s the fun in that?�� Harry smirked, unseen through the glasses feed, as he sat reading at a park bench.

          ‘You’re lucky I respect his privacy.’

          ‘Are you suggesting that I don’t?’

          ‘Yes.’

          ‘Well bully for you,’ Harry closed the book and placed it on the bench, ‘but I’m going to do this the old fashioned way.’

          ‘That’s a fancy way to say “I’m going to stalk my protege that I’m half in love with” Hart.’ However, Merlin continued to be on the line. He was silent for the few minutes of Harry meandering down the path before speaking up again. ‘Why didn’t you just ask him?’

          ‘Ah,’ Harry gasped, as if struck by a brilliant idea, ‘of course! Just ask him why, when he gets back to home soil, he disappears on Friday nights and comes home smelling of cigarettes and liquor. That doesn’t sound like the plot to a shitty sitcom at all, no, especially once you factor in my… affections.’

          ‘And, somehow, you believe that literally following him around would be better?’

          ‘Don’t you know,’ Harry spotted Eggsy down the way, ‘I live for the Drama.’  

          Eggsy didn’t quite run down the road, and nor did he parkour down alleys or otherwise draw attention to himself, but he did move at a fast pace and glance down at his wrist (since when did he wear a watch outside of Kingsman?) before cursing beneath his breath and continuing on. He was wearing his street clothes, black and gold and his Kingsman medal glinting in the lamplight, and Harry couldn’t help but admire the cut of him. Despite every change, and every improvement, Eggsy had managed to keep this piece of himself whole. It wasn’t a facade, or a costume, Eggsy was just as comfortable here in his element as he was on a mission in a full Kingsman suit, and of all things Harry found his confidence the most alluring.

          Harry was so distracted by watching him hurry down the kerb that he nearly missed his window to follow unseen.

          Eggsy made his way past the Prince and down a side street that Harry regularly ignored, due to being incredibly bland looking, before ducking into a door clearly marked ‘Staff Only.’ 

          Harry would claim to have waited an appropriate amount of time, but Merlin would call him a liar. The truth was that Merlin gave him the route to the front of the establishment so he could enter as an average client to-

          ‘Show, Don’t Tell? The fuck is he doing there?’ Merlin muttered, obviously knowing more about the business than Harry, as he made his way through the throng of people. At one end of the dimly-lit room sat a pair of obnoxiously coloured upright pianos, the other was dominated by a bar, and the entire space between was filled with tables obviously designed for patrons to stand at as opposed to sit. The floor seemed to be at a partial decline, as he was able to see both instruments clearly despite there being very little room to move in the first place.

          ‘You hear he’s back?’

          ‘It’s been nearly a month this time- I wonder where he goes.’

          Well that’s interesting. Harry allowed his gaze to flit about the room as he eavesdropped. Eggsy’s been in Uruguay nearly that long.

          ‘Honestly, though- he shows up, he out classes everyone they put in front of him, has a pint, and then he disappears again. He’s an enigma.’

          ‘Bloke’s allowed his secrets!’

          ‘I don’ need t’know his name or where he lives to know he’s talented as fuck and wasted wherever he’s workin’ at.’

          The lights dimmed further, and suddenly the crowd was hushing each other like children. There were still murmurs, the underlying white noise of conversation that pervaded any public space, but the vast majority of the chatter had stopped immediately.

          ‘Good evening everybody- normally we would have an introduction here, as you all know, but with the surprise return of our beloved and the presence of his arch nemesis,’ the audience chuckled, and Harry couldn’t help but wonder as to the story there, ‘we figured we’d just jump into this. You lot know the rules- jars at the front, cast your votes and your requests and you might just get lucky!’ Harry caught sight of the stacks of paper, set up almost like a silent auction, at a table near the front of the collective of tables.

          ‘Excuse me?’ Harry leant toward the nearest table, honestly confused if playing it up a bit, ‘I’m afraid I’ve never been here before- what are we supposed to do?’

          ‘You’re in for a treat, then- we’re glad to have ya,’ A man with dark hair and green eyes said, and offered his hand, ‘y’see where those people are crowded up now? You go up to the front an’ write down ‘n artist or somethin’ and you put a number next to it, an’ then put just the number on the other sheet. Any number. One of the players looks at the number sheet an’ picks, an’ the other’s got to play whatever they picked.

  ��       ‘It’s a bit complicated- suggest watchin’ for a bit first- but there’s no real risk.’ The man shrugged, and Harry mulled it over in his head.

          ‘That sounds so convoluted- I want a dozen.’ Merlin chimed in, and Harry settled for saluting his glasses under the pretext of examining his cuticles in the nearly-nonexistent light.

          ‘Is there a goal?’ Harry asked.

          ‘Have a good time! The audience chooses who had the most fun and they get a ribbon.’  A woman with tight curls and a bright smile answered before turning back toward the stage. The last of the chatter died down, and a set of lights turned on above the pianos.

          ‘Let’s hear it for Rhys!’ Harry watched as an older gentleman did no less than swagger toward the piano on the left before standing in front of it. ‘And on our right is our beloved Giacomo!’

          Eggsy walked out, jacket swung over one shoulder like a model, and tossed it carelessly onto the bench. Harry’s mouth went dry at the smirk on his lips and the complete surety in his gaze as he looked over the audience like a king surveying his people. Harry fought not to look guilty for being in the audience, and tucked himself partially behind some seemingly regular patrons as Eggsy’s gaze neared.

          ‘Rhys has generously offered the opening number to Giacomo this evening- is he trying to curry some favour?’ The audience laughed, but Rhys raised a hand and they went silent.

          ‘It’s a welcome home present- even picked an old favourite!’ Rhys smirked, and that was certainly a code for something as people began shoving one another in seeming excitement. ‘Hope you warmed up on the way here, mate- give us your best Elton.’

          As Rhys had been speaking, Eggsy had settled himself at his piano, rolled his neck and stretched his arms in an arc Harry longed to trace with his fingertips.

          ‘Y’know, mate, let me tell you somethin’, I couldn’t’ve chosen better myself,’ Eggsy grinned, and looked straight at Harry, ‘This one’s for Haz,’ Eggsy winked, Harry flushed to the tips of his ears, and the audience went wild as Eggsy burst into motion.

It’s getting late have you seen my matesMa tell me when the boys get here 

          ‘Seems you got away with stalking this time, Galahad.’

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