#storm chaser Imp

[cheerfulripley]

It's official! My spn/destiel fic WIP has uploaded the long awaited continuation in ch5. Apologies for the year long hiatus 😅

Follow along for a slow burn road trip with airforce vet Cas and mechanical engineering wiz Dean as they're off to film twisters and gather data for Sam's thesis after the moose broke his leg.

(Come on, you know you want to see more of this majestic Castiel!)

[lonleyhumanbeing]

Shepherd Love is a mess ™️

Shepherd is one of my favorite characters in the series, but he is a little bit of a mess. See below.

He knows about magic and…. is part of an online community for it

When he was 18, he got drunk for the first time with a creek dryad who told him her life story.

He owes ‘at least 3 imps his firstborn’

Befriended trolls with bone broth

Midwifed a centaur foal

Helped a unfairy with taxes

Swore on his life he wouldn’t tell about the Snowbaz plus penny thing

Went backpacking with a Sasquatch and gave it his toothbrush

Met a water/river spirit… by introducing himself to it

Used to be a storm chaser now chases Magic because it’s more thrilling

Willingly goes into a vampire lair with not much hope of escaping alive.

Starts to try and tell a vampire named Josh his life story some highlights include: ‘My name is Shepard, I’m from Omaha’ and ‘My parents are divorced, how about you’

Tried to warn Josh the vampire that drinking his blood is a really really bad idea

Promptly kills that vampire when the vampire tried.

‘And I am also slightly… a little bit… cursed’

‘Wrong place, wrong time… a series of miscommunications and cultural differences’

The curse left him ‘well and truly fucked’

He’s now an illegal immigrant

He tried to get help from the curse from a genie

He learned of the curse ritual from ‘some guy I met’

He lost his third born child to a giant for the ritual

The demon he summoned? He actually got engaged to it…

He was not forced to marry it, he asked for its hand… on accident

He has tried to hook up with a fairy

It is highly implied that he has gone home with other creatures

He lost his firstborn child to three imps

Lost his last name by telling it to a fairy.

He got an STD from a merperson, but don’t worry, he’s only a carrier

The curse was labeled invalid because of how much if a wreck he is. See above.

[soir-rouges-esprit]

#v: The Imp, To say any physical history of the last Cazbium still existing outside of broken mementos or light-burned Polaroids is preposterous, would be completely accurate... normally... but as time progresses the likelihood of my mind being put to rest on such hopes or perhaps regrets... regresses, especially with the unfathomable reintroduction of a lost member of the last Cazbium... The Imp... a small, belligerent, blonde-haired natural disaster that no storm chaser could ever hope to chart or calm, She is nothing short however in her skill on finding information about whoever her demonic eyes are focused on, she is practically a full investigation team put into one person... she could definitely find a position as a P.I. agent... but, as like most past "friends" of mine, there is always a mental deformity... The Imps deformity is of constant head rush... with no stop to the highway that is her mind, she is unequivocally the biggest pain in the ass there ever was to whomever crosses into her spotlight of interest tinted with eldritch horror... she has a memory that could challenge a deep learning computer, and if you don't fit in the world that she has built, she doesn't just drop you and find another more capable host for her to leach off of... She instead digs her demon claws into your scalp and massages your prefrontal cortex until she either molds you into a person you are not... or until she gives you a world-splitting migraine that makes you wish death on the world's needy just to make it stop... There is no end to her pestering, there is no place to hide for there is no place where the hand of tech doesn't touch, but even if you were able to escape to such a utopia... it would still not be safe... She is unique, as are all contributors in the novelty song that is my life, but all others merely permute or falter my major decisions/opinions in life, why she, single-handedly in her short return from whatever circle of hell she crawled out of, has possibly swung the pendulum in the complete other direction... Possibly she is right, in the opposition of this new journey to alter my outward appearance, being the optimistic upbringer, instead of the manipulative lying death bringer... although, in truth, I've lost trust in the smiling option to pave the road to happiness... I know the right answer is to be the golden boy with no grudges, and always be there even in times of great pain, for that is my only hope of standing above the crowd that surrounds the individuals I find interesting for them to see me... but also... as she had said, "Your mistake was, you surrounded yourself with permanent individuals of interest, not of individuals permanently interested in you" I could not help hearing those words over and over again, as if the words themselves had also gained her relentlessness... could she have been right? Does she know more than I in this aspect? Would the wants of others sway me again as she puts it, to be more what they want?... Was she right... would I never be met with the kind of love I desire? With my once sought-after community Hammer? Was it all truly unique? Is secretly trying to build a new community... in a way pissing on the graves of the last?... Would I be betraying them again?... Would I be betraying her, again?... Or is The Imp, just another repeat offender in her projecting? I truly cannot decide, either she is right, or she has eroded a dull point sharp... although I must think more... all I can say is what I feel... which is the chasm in my chest so far on this detour... has only grown larger.

[chanelfunnell]

anon, wwe know who is the person with multiple accounts and questions about Crosby. An insider now lol. Face to face lol.

check the messages i got recently.

b) You can do at yours what you want and no one has a right to tell you a word or invite yourself over. so my blog. as Marketa is a solo owner of Balmoral and Sandringham house and estates hold in nominee trust, a life tenancy for Queen's father expired. Markle has no right or anything to do with Marketa's Balmoral because she is deluded for bedding a non royal Henry, a son of ginger sokdier called James Hewitt No one hsd right tio push themselves into yoir house and not crazy non entities. if she is linked to her sex harassment and secret filming Markle is done and so any supporter and their biz. at least in USA. No idea about her demented part of family with masochist men but no way Markle is behind married army poser with Jonathan T similarity like Tazer fior Marketa's dishonoured image because it sihnds like any bs from uk regency drama by Fergie or Netflix by UK productiion. the Thompsons are tied to a horse charity where Camilla is a patron..Other aide in her service is posing and she is behind Diana's royal train scandal. No way Markle will plot an insult about herself, by a fabricated stuff that shr ordered about M which is our US way during election wars. Car TV presenter was at the dane party like similar deluded control freak media poser anx trsshy celeb chaser Camilla. Givs me break with Ganes of Throne but M is smart observer to read a room and a game and wait as a marksman who is able to kill asap and hit well. Sje doe not make usually enemies and biunces pretty quickly back into her offensive campaign but a part of her family are stupid and sinilar idiots like their aunt Alicky in Russia with Rasputin while M became more Catherine the Great being eaised as a royal born abroad and taken to UK in cormafive yeaes according certain expectations. Talented, trained well but also very big fan of herself and often using her high emofional intelligence alongside Mensa IQ for numbers and tech to her own gain anx advantage. She is up to Balmoral for Christmas apparently. i dont think they salute her with promoted aide JT as non working royal at her castle where she will be a centre of the show anyway as an arresting beauty. M is a headturner in the rain, a flat cap and layers of clothes for a millionaire man who wrote about her,army and dragons, Kate not, just after expensive makeover and a new closet, silly enough to strike any interesting conversation but the most deluded like Markle is Camilla. She waa not a looker in her 20s to be bedded for pity or bad bet in USA yet she poses as a deluded desperado dictator of her cult by storm. the Kardashians are classier and more normal family costing you anything. no forcr to pay for security, force you to buy cozmetics or their wisdom copied from JFK or listen about crazy nobodies me me me gibberush and ups and downs. M's people sniffed around Montecito, no record about Lily founf in SB hospital but in LA. They started to snff around maternity dictor who resigndd. Archibald's certificate is nit signed by 2 UK obstercians, M is a grand daughtef of Edward VIII and expect what's up with a liar king and those crazies . Argentinian TV soao opera and Infian family saga is nill comparinv to their circus but no ice hockey . we are not Canada, no money for crazies snd their bedmates and only Trump up to impeachment. Joe has memory loss but bothers to visit his marines and new oficrrs, our First Lafies are accomplished pretty women without plotting and smearing other women. If M has info and ties to US arny, ourspoks are after Markle, a lover of fat politician and uk former Homeland Secretary for stopping M any time to get info about her travels and a house close to HQs of NATO and Joint Force Command, do not worry. we have no RF for ages anx we are not demented to listen to fantasies anx femands of deluded bed jumping non important wannabes. Harry is more lile a son of James Hewitt than even b rated royal. Markle bedded NHLeand demanded change of diet, habits lol and a credit card but it was abiut 2 flings and not ice hockey. yep NHLers are in NHL fkr s reason.

[danco110]

If you ever start thinking “Hey, maybe I have too many Commander decks,” let me tell you: you don’t. I do:

WARNING!!! EXTREMELY long post below, describing each deck and a brief summary of its strategy in overly abbreviated and nerdy Commander lingo. I mean, I’m talking a real wall of text, here. I mean it! Read more at your own risk!

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THE A-TEAM: These decks have all been around for a while, and have all seen their fair share of wins.

-Jhoira, Weatherlight Captain. Artifact storm, and probably the closest I’ll ever come to cedh. WARNING: my Mana Crypt is in here!

Gisela, Blade of Goldnight. OHKO tribal. Seeks to blast people wide open with either Embercleave, Kaya’s Onslaught, or Uncaged Fury.

-Bruna, Light of Alabaster. Voltron that can either play nice and fetch Eldrazi Conscription, or not, and grab Spectra Ward.

-Sigarda, Heron’s Grace. Human tokens tribal, and the rightful recipient of my only Doubling Season.

-Admiral Beckett Brass. Pirate tribal. Taking commanders and wincons is fun. WARNING: somewhat unfun to play against!

-Gishath, Sun’s Avatar. Dino tribal.

-Hallar, the Firefletcher. Kicker tribal.

-Syr Gwyn of Ashvale. Knights and equipments and equip 0 Colossal Hammers.

-Nikya of the Old Ways. A creatures-only deck that probably has more interaction than most of my other decks!

-Atemsis, All Seeing. Azor’s Gateway / Twiddlestorm / Untap shenanigans. WARNING: somewhat unfun to play against!

-Gnostro, Voice of the Crags. Flicker tribal with a non-Narset commander so as to not draw too much heat.

-Imoti, Celebrant of Bounty. Cascade / big spells / Simic is broken change my mind / tribal

-Aragon, Roar of the World. Cat tribal, and my first-ever Commander deck!

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THE B-TEAM: My decks with fairly good performance across their games, independent of wins and losses

-Halana, Kessig Trapper and Alena, Kessig Ranger (Partner). Big bodies / EtB tribal.

-Khorvath Brightflame and Sylvia Brightspear (Partner). Knights and dragons tribal.

-Virtus, the Veiled and Gorm, the Great (Partner). Quietus Spike / force block shenanigans. WARNING: somewhat unfun to play against!

-Linvala, Shield of Sea Gate. Azorius party aggro.

-Zagras, Thief of Heartbeats. Phantom Rakdos party control.

-Tazri, Beacon of Unity. 5C party +1/+1 counters.

-Kazarov, Senior Pureblood. “I can’t play against Krenko anymore today” Pyroclasm tribal.

-Liesa, Shroud of Dusk. Angel and demon tribal (NOTE: no synergy there, I just wanted to stick to the flavor of “alliance with a demon lord”)

-Orah, Skyclave Hierophant. Clerics tribal that always tries for an Angel of Destiny win before it (always) defers back to aristocrats.

-Bruna, the Fading Light. Angel tribal that tries to meld Brisela every game.

-Anafenza, the Foremost. +1/+1 counters tribal, and the deck that made me realize Outlast really should’ve been instant-speed.

-Samut, Voice of Dissent. Exert tribal with vigilance, untap, and extra combats.

-Juri, Master of the Revue. Sacrifice tribal, with a burn subtheme.

-Kalemne, Disciple of Iroas. Big tribal, and the deck that made me realize Experience counters were busted. Run Suncleanser, people!

-Quintorius, Field Historian. Reanimate and blow up your graveyard. Also, Purify the Grave is hilarious!

-Vaevictis Asmadi, the Dire. Chaos warp tribal, and a Primal Surge deck that doesn’t have Primal Surge because that card is extremely boring.

-Ishkanah, Grafwidow. Spider tribal that seeks to make opponents forget about Ishkanah’s activated ability until it’s too late.

-Omnath, Locus of the Roil. Landfall and elementals.

-Savra, Queen of the Golgari. Grave Pact tribal. WARNING: somewhat unfun to play against!

-Feather, the Redeemed. Haha, combat tricks go brrrrrr!

-Adeliz, the Cinder Wind. Wizards spellslinger aggro. Also one of the few decks of mine that actually uses cantrips!

-Aryel, Knight of Windgrace. Knights tribal with a removal/control subtheme.

-Aurelia, Exemplar of Justice. Mentor + Double Strike tribal. I only built this deck because I pulled a borderless Outlaws’ Merriment, ok?

-Araumi of the Dead Tide. Self mill encore, and the deck that made me appreciate the singleton rule in Commander.

-Kaza, Roil Chaser. Big spells. BIG! I mean, Electrodominance for 10, into a Karn’s Temporal Sundering, big!

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THE C-TEAM: My decks that just don’t cut it at a lot of pods, sometimes even against those at appropriate power levels. That being said, however, these tend to be my more storied decks, that I still enjoy playing.

-Syr Alin, the Lion’s Claw. Mono-White go wide, with commons and uncommons only. Part of my cycle of Eldraine uncommon legendary knight decks, 1/5.

-Syr Elenora, the Discerning. Mono-Blue Voltron + draw power, with commons and uncommons only, 2/5.

-Syr Konrad, the Grim. Mono-Black aristocrats...kind of...? It’s complicated, but with commons and uncommons only, 3/5.

-Syr Carah, the Bold. Mono-Red storm, with rares and mythics for Underworld Breach and Past in Flames, because I feel like storm needs those, 4/5.

-Syr Faren, the Hengehammer. Mono-Green infect, with rares and mythics for Phyrexian Swarmlord, because I really wanted a deck that could run that, 5/5.

-Jodah, Archmage Eternal. Avengers Assemble! legendary tribal. I had a lot of bulk legends at the time, and wanted to make something of them!

-Abomination of Llanowar. Literal elf ball. Built in response to my irritation at someone’s Lathril, Blade of the Elves deck.

-Licia, Sanguine Tribute. Lifegain is good, I swear, built in response to my disbelief at the $200 price tag on a store-built Licia deck. Mine costs maybe $100, if you count the sleeves and box?

-Thalisse, Reverent Medium. Tokens tribal that breaks Anointed Procession even further, which made me wonder why green gets all the token doublers *cough*adrixandnev*cough*

-Hamza, Guardian of Arashin. +1/+1 counters, with commons and uncommons only, built because someone at my store wanted to play commons and uncommons only with an uncommon Commander. Thanks for getting me into Artisan Commander, Will!

-Siona, Captain of the Pyleas. Enchantress, with a tokens subtheme. Built because I and a friend both commented that she looked like Wonder Woman.

-Mina and Denn, Wildborn (NOT Partner). Landfall aggro, with all the creatures that pump on landfall.

-Ghired, Conclave Exile. Populate and tokens. Built because I was bored one Saturday and saw I had an extra set of sleeves.

-Obuun, Mul Daya Ancestor. Landfall tribal, (again? Sheesh!) built the same lazy Saturday as Ghired, above.

-Armix, Filigree Familiar and Eligeth, Crossroads Augur (YES Partner). Artifact tribal, with a super janky 4-piece Marionette Master loop wincon! Built because Eligeth turns Preordain into “Draw 2 cards, then draw a card.”

-Akiri, Fearless Voyager. Equipment tribal, with an asymmetrical boardwipe subtheme. Built because I pulled an Akiri from a pack, and someone said “ooh, sorry,” from over my shoulder.

-Exava, Rakdos Blood Witch. Unleash counters tribal. Built because I found a Chaos Imps in my bulk!

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THE MEME-TEAM: These decks...are. Yeah, they are. Not necessarily good or bad. Just...are.

-Kenrith, the Returned King. The game plan is “Get to Trostani’s Summoner, and either flicker it or make a bajillion copies of it.” One day, I found a card named Trostani’s Summoner, and it was love at first sight! My Demonic Tutor went in here!

-Phylath, World Sculptor. Landfall tribal...with 99 basic land cards.

-Rograkh, Son of Rogahh and Keleth, Sunmane Familiar. (Partner) Kill one guy and die tribal.

-Etrata the Silencer. The “I wanted a non-Koma Mirror Gallery deck” deck. Also with a guest appearance from flicker!

-Lazav, Dimir Mastermind. Literally just “Oops! All Control!” Draw, counter, and remove. WARNING: don’t play against this.

-Ravos, Soultender and Livio, Oathsworn Sentinel. (Partner) War of attrition, etb and control. WARNING: don’t play against this. It has like 15 boardwipes!

-Valki, God of Lies / Tibalt, Cosmic Imposter. (NOT Partner) “I want to piss off the table” tribal. It mills your opponents, it plays their stuff, and it removes the stuff it doesn’t play. WARNING: don’t play against this. It runs Jokulhaups, Obliterate, and Decree of Annihilation!

-Svella, Ice Shaper. Colossal Dreadmaw tribal, as in, anything that’s roughly 6/6 makes the cut! It’s actually won games!

-Brion Stoutarm. Hijack and fling tribal. “You know, I’ve never had an Eldrazi titan before. Can I borrow it? Well, see, I wasn’t exactly...asking...?”

-Grumgully, the Generous. Non-human “uno mas” tribal. Tries to run all the counters cards like Renata and the Rhythm of the Wild.

-Subira, Tuzuldi Caravaneer. Small tribal. Just think “mono-r blitz in Commander,” and you’ll get the gist.

-Neheb, the Worthy. Minotaurs and discard tribal. Not as oppressive as Tinybones, or as explosive as Nath, and that’s a good thing. Trust me.

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THE ALL-RAVNICAN REJECTS: These decks are... *sniff* no longer with us. They were broken down for pieces, for sleeves, or because I slept through each time I played them.

-Najeela, the Blade Blossom. Boring warriors extra combat steps. Broken because I wanted her tri-lands, and I wanted some of her warriors for my party decks.

-Golos, Tireless Pilgrim. Maze’s End lands. Golos is broken and we all know it. Broken for sleeves, and because my first land tutor was always Field of the Dead because of the incoming hate, and not Maze’s End, and I wasn’t happy with that.

-Arcades, the Strategist. Walls. As it turns out, not a lot of decks can contest 3-mana 8/8’s. And against those that could, the deck was put in the ground extremely quickly. Broken because it just wasn’t fun to play.

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THE DRAWING BOARD: These decks are in the works. Will they see the light of day, and the protection of sleeves? Well, we’ll see, will we not?

-Borborygmos. Go wide and SMASH! My first attempt at a pile of cards; I’m trying for a goblins/saproling hybrid tribal, because both make lots of tokens, but we’ll see how well that translates into actual play.

-Jor Kadeen, the Prevailer. Thopters and artificers and myr, oh my! All joking aside, I just wanted a deck that wants to run cards with Fabricate, because I thought it was a really cool mechanic!

-Garna, the Bloodflame. Reanimator/sacrifice, AKA corpse carousel. It’s a revolving door between the graveyard and the battlefield, yknow, and most of my store’s meta does not run graveyard hate.

I tried to warn ‘ya!

[whatsortofschoolisthis]

HPMA MC (Short Version right now)

Name: Doria Ann Cox

Gender: Doria refers to herself as a weirdo when asked but she use she/her pronouns.

Age: 12

Birthdate: October 30th

Blood Status: Half blood

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Irish

Nationality: Irish

Residence: Her families Lighthouse.

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ESFP - The Performer\

Wand: Ebony, 11 inches, bendy, and a unicorn hair core.

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

Boggart: The sea in a storm

Riddikulus form: The sea turns into Jello and tosses ships comically around.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?): Sea spray, water lilys, and old paper.

Amortentia: (What do they smell?): Doria would probably smell Honeysuckle (its her favorite flower) and sawdust. If she smelled anything at all.

Patronus: A whale

Patronus Memory: Sitting outside and watching seals in the family cemetery with her older brother Timmy before he left for the mainland.

Mirror of Erised: Her brother home again with no one mad at him.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Reparo- Doria breaks her glasses a lot.

Serpensortia- The best prank ever, just climb up in a tree and drop a snake on some poor idiots head

The Ebublio Jinx- Uses this on bullies and then pops it with her slingshot, dropping them from great heights.

Spongify- Her Da would be so disappointed if she went to Azkaban for murder, so she casts this spell before dropping bullies.

Lumos- Its useful.

Appearence:

Glasses

Voiceclaim: Eva Whittaker

Height: 4 ft tall. Timmy says she's a waif

Weight: 80 lbs

Physique: wiry from years of clambering up and down rocks and swimming.

Eyes: Blue and warm..”

Hair: Jet black.

Skin Tone: Light and covered in freckles.

Body Modifications: Pierces her own ears on a dare and wears studs in them.

Inventory: Carries her wand on her, a picture of Timmy, and her slingshot. The slingshot looks a bit like this

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Professions: 

Cashier at Zonko’s Joke Shop (4th year-7th year)

Alchemist (18- death at age 98)

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: A Charms: E DADA: E Flying: E Herbology: A History of Magic: O Potions: O Transfiguration: O

Electives:

Ghoul Studies: O

Xylomancy: O

Quidditch: Chaser.

Extra Curricular: Frog Choir and Alchemy/Mad Scientist club.

Relationships:

Thyme  ‘Timmy’ Cox

- Slytherin

- 16 years old, birthday is April 9th

- Doria adores him and he loves her. He affectionately refers to her as Waif.

- He had a fight with their father due to Timmy’s disturbing interest in Dark Magic which led to Timmy going to live with Aunt Calliope

- Good singer, was also in Frog Choir. Helps Doria practice.

Eric Cox

- Hufflepuff

- Was a spy for the Order during the first and second wizarding war. Quite a bit older than his wife.

- Has one child from a previous marriage: Gwen Applegate. His first wife Marie, also a muggle like Sorcha , died of cancer.

- He’s a quiet man but very kind. Loves his children and was upset about the fight with Timmy and Timmy leaving.

- He appreciates his youngest’s energy but is slightly concerned about her tendency towards violence. Takes her with him everywhere.

Sorcha Cox (Nee Riley)

- Muggle, attended Nursing School and works as a midwife.

- Adept Sailor.

- Has no idea what to make of her husband or her children, or her stepdaughter but loves them anyways.

- Sorcha is really interested in Magical History and Doria often teaches the subject to her mum which is how she gets O’s in it.

Aunt Calliope Cox

- Lives in Dublin.

- Slytherin

- Doria and Calliope are very similar in personality and get along quite well. Calliope calls her “The Imp” or Impling

- She dabbles in Dark Magic but generally tries to discourage Timmy from getting too interested. 

- Owns a magical tattoo parlor.

Gwen Cox-Wu

- Eldest girl at 24 years old.

- Ravenclaw

- Fond of her younger sister but doesn’t always understand her. They bond over a mutual love of books. She calls Doria ‘The Pixie’.

- Has a daughter named Aoife and a son named Peter ages five and four.

- Tutors children in Hogsmede where she lives with her husband.

Jason Wu

- 26 years old

- Gryffindor.

- Loves his tiny chaotic sister in law and gives her Ideas, much to everyone’s chagrin.

- Owns his own Bar in Hogsmeade and works as a Bartender there. Calls it ‘The Fireball’. Has a friendly rivalry with Madam Rosmerta.

Aoife Cox-Wu

- Wary of her Auntie, she’s clearly trouble. Will accept books from her however.

- Well behaved child.

- Future Ravenclaw

Peter Cox-Wu

- Loves LOVES his Auntie Doria.

- Prankster in the making.

- Future Hufflepuff like his grandad and Aunt.

Love Interest: None.

Personality:

-Doria is a bit eccentric and does her own thing. 

-Tends to be quiet around people she doesn’t know well but then you get to know her and WHOO BOY she’s actually a little off her head.

- . Mischievous and likes to cause problems

- Odd fascination with death and dying, very morbid sense of humor.

- Human version of the horrible goose.

- Gets away with a lot because she’s quiet.

MISC:

- Her father brought her an owl she named Archimedes. He follows her everywhere if she doesn’t cage him.

- Knows a lot about Marine Biology and can answer any question about marine animals. Wanted to be a Marine Biologist or a Mortician before getting her Hogwarts letter. Now Doria would like to be a Gamekeeper like Hagrid or own a cursed object shop like Borgin and Burkes. Or be a Mortician

- Loves the TV her dad charmed to pick up any station and really likes the old Twilight Zone show and the Rupert the Bear cartoon. Her whole family also watches Muppets.

- Joined Frog Choir with a toad she caught near the Black Lake. His name is Robin.

- Likes to take charcoal rubbings of tombstones at Hogsmede and seeks out the Hogwarts House ghosts to ask them questions.

 - Delighted with Peeves. He often uses her to play tricks on people since no one ever suspects Doria and they like each other.

 - The lighthouse has its own cemetery. Doria likes to go out and ‘visit’ with her paternal grandparents. She also visits her great-great-great aunt Doria Manus who Doria is named after.

[roxywashere]

Glasses

Nova and Thalia grieve for their lost friend, together.

AKA: My first actual fanwork contribution to the high rollers fandom

(Also on AO3)

Thalia Whisperwind sat, motionless, noiseless, in the pilot’s seat of her ship, the Twin Star Longbow. She stared at the little pair of glasses that sat among her collection of useless trinkets on her console. 

Usually there would be somebody talking. Usually, Bym would be rattling Thalia’s ear off about some potential upgrades he read about in some engineering magazine. Telling her about something weird the engine did the day before that kept him up all Astral night as he problem solved it. Reminding her about how low they were running on spare parts.

But now the cockpit was silent, except for the distant hum of the engines. Not even Big Cat dared make a sound as he lay, licking his wounds, curled up around her seat.

Meanwhile, Nova V’ger sat, motionless, noiseless, in the engine room of the Twin Star Longbow.

She stared at the arcane machinery that was now her sole responsibility to keep running. She had a pile of notebooks in her lap, all scrawled in a pidgin mix of Infernal and Common that she could only barely decipher. She had been so excited to learn how to maintain an astral engine, and now she could barely summon the energy to read. She had found a kindred spirit, another arcane technologist who she could work with and speak with on equal footing. That had only lasted, what, a day, maybe two. Keeping track of time was getting hard now that the brainfog that accompanied Nova’s most depressive episodes had set in. 

Since Nova had stepped aboard the ship, the engine room had been alight with discussion and excitement as Bym had started walking her through each system and subsystem and how they connected and synergised and interfered with one another, the whole time promising so often to eventually explain every system that interacted with everything. Occasionally Nova managed to surprise Bym by offering an insight from her time maintaining the Storm Chaser’s engines, teaching him something even as he taught her so much. The sound of the engines had mixed with their lively back and forth, filling the air with frenetic energy and inspiring Nova to learn more and more. 

But now the hum of the engines felt oppressive, intruding. Goading her to come solve a mystery that she was in no way capable to handle yet.

Everybody else on the ship, occupying some space between Thalia and Nova simply by virtue of those two occupying the extreme ends of the ship, could feel the shroud of grief that stretched between them. 

Kyrie sat in her turret, her face buried in some manga in the hope it would provide an escape. Aila sat in the other turret, gazing out at the wall of the Styx, wondering why this life felt so natural to her. Lucius and Qillek talked quietly about home, sitting across from each other at the table in the lounge, both in the back of their minds wondering what they could have done to change things. Sentry, being no stranger to losing allies in battle, focused on providing her friends some comfort food.

A small light indicating some alarm went off on Thalia’s dashboard. Something with the engine, no doubt some damage from the fight that had only just finally caught up to it. She instinctively turned to Bym’s little booster seat and opened her mouth to tell him to get his ass to the engine room, before reality slapped her in the face. Thalia intercommed the engine room. “Nerva, dear, do you have this under control?” Her call was met with silence. “Nerv- Nova?” She turned to look through the ship to see if she could spot where Nova was from the cockpit. “Nova? Where is that girl...” Thalia double checked that she had engaged the autopilot and marched through the ship to find Nova. Her long legs carried her swiftly through the lounge, and the gangway, and as she entered the engine room, she found Nova sitting against the wall, her head in her hands, crying and hyperventilating.

Thalia wasn’t very good with people. She was a criminal, with a curse that drove people away and an alcohol addiction. People didn’t like her, and she didn’t like them back. Kyrie had been able to see past that for long enough to see the potential for making money working with her. 

But Bym, Bym was an imp. A little devil, though a mild one, but one nonetheless. Life of crime? “Love it.” Curses? “I know tons of perfectly nice people with curses.” Alcoholism? “What’s a little vice between friends, eh?” 

Bym was... Well, if Thalia ever had a friend, it was Bym.

All of this was a long-winded way of saying that Thalia had absolutely no idea how to deal with somebody having a panic attack. Bym never had any, and Kyrie’s method of calming herself down was to run to her turret and listen to some Shansara.

Qill barged past Thalia, or at least as much as a 90-pound ball of feathers could. Sentry following closely after managed it much better. 

“Excuse us, captain,” the hulking bio-magitechnical golem politely said as she pushed Thalia out of her way. 

“What’s up?” Qill asked softly, kneeling in front of Nova. “Can you tell me what’s got you stressed out?”

“H- h- he was supposed to be here teaching me... I don’t know what I’m doing I don’t know how to fix this I’m not smart enough..."

"Nova, you are literally, literally, the smartest person I know."

"I screw up so much, though..."

"Who was it that got us all off of Aegis V alive?"

"By making a deal with the ILS. Who I took home and then detonated like a bomb on the Storm Chaser."

"I'm pretty sure it was Aila who did that last bit, but..." Qill checked over his shoulder to make sure Aila hadn't heard him pinning the blame for that on her. "Okay, who was it that fixed the Maiden's forge and revived Sentry?" Qill assumed that was what happened. He was somewhere else at the time.

"After getting her killed because I was too weak to protect myself."

"Oh, for H'esper's sake..." Qill muttered.

“Nova,” Sentry said, kneeling next to Qill, “You are such an important part of this team. We wouldn’t have gotten half as far without you, and we won’t get halfway to the end if you give up now.”

Lucius entered the engine room and joined the other three. “Nova, you get so much excitement from working with this stuff, and your enjoyment of learning about magic is infectious and makes me and Qill excited about magic too.”

Unknown to Thalia, Tiangong joined in, as best they could, sending thoughts of safety and comfort through their bond. 

"Really?" Nova responded, starting to calm down. "It does?"

"It does," Qill confirmed.

Thalia watched the scene in front of her. They really love that girl, don't they, she thought to herself. 

Once Nova had calmed to the point of taking in the rest of her surroundings, she saw Thalia standing in the doorway, seperate from the crowd gathered to triage her episode. "Sorry, captain."

"No, no, it's quite alright..." Thalia responded. "I... I miss him too." She pondered a brief moment. "It's funny, he and Kyrie only ever interacted when the turret malfunctioned, and you'd only been here a day, so I thought I was sitting up there mourning him all on my own." Thalia pushed her way through the throng of Nova's friends, and sat down next to her. "I'd quite enjoy talking with you, about him, if you would like." 

Nova's friends went back to their previous activities. As Thalia started telling Nova the sordid story of how she and Bym had first met, Big Cat came and laid down at their feet. Thalia quickly lost track of the time, telling Nova story after story of Bym’s escapades, and Nova telling Thalia of her own misadventures as a member of the ragtag group officially unofficially known as the Storm Chasers. Thalia even caught herself smiling a few times. 

She realized she had a feeling of warmth in her chest, sitting here with the girl she had so brazenly flirted with multiple times. Thalia realized she still had at least one friend. But as she listened to Nova’s voice regale her with tales of titans and demigods and flying cities, as even her hair snakes began to become enraptured by Nova’s surprising charisma, Thalia pondered the warmth in her chest. She wondered, if, maybe, they could be closer than just friends. Maybe. 

All the while, Bym’s glasses sat on Thalia’s console, keeping vigilant watch over the ship, and watching the two people he had been closest with become closer together.

[garden-ghoul]

misc from HoME

“mostly tinuviels”

this first bit is from the framing story before music of the ainur

Then said he: 'Your pardon, sir! I marked you not, for I was listening to the birds. Indeed sir you find me in a sour temper; for lo! here I have a black-winged rogue fat with impudence who singeth songs before unknown to me, and in a tongue that is strange! It irks me sir, it irks me, for methought at least I knew the simple speeches of all birds. I have a mind to send him down to Mandos for his pertness! ' 

At this Eriol laughed heartily, but said the door-ward: 'Nay sir, may Tevildo Prince of Cats harry him for daring to perch in a garden that is in the care of Rumil. Know you that the Noldoli grow old astounding slow, and yet have I grey hairs in the study of all the tongues of the Valar and of Eldar. Long ere the fall of Gondolin, good sir, I lightened my thraldom under Melko in learning the speech of all monsters and goblins -- have I not conned even the speeches of beasts, disdaining not the thin voices of the voles and mice? -- have I not cadged a stupid tune or two to hum of the speechless beetles? Nay, I have worried at whiles even over the tongues of Men, but Melko take them! they shift and change, change and shift, and when you have them are but a hard stuff whereof to labour songs or tales. Wherefore is it that this morn I felt as Omar the Vala who knows all tongues, as I hearkened to the blending of the voices of the birds comprehending each, recognising each well-loved tune, when tiriptilirilla here comes a bird, an imp of Melko -- but I weary you sir, with babbling of songs and words.'

This is really cute. But also like... Rumil wants to kill this bird for speaking a language he doesn’t know... ANYWAY I think it’s a really cool backstory, he was imprisoned by Melkor so to make himself useful he learned EVERY LANGUAGE THERE IS. But human languages change too often, how troublesome.

Also, ‘may Tevildo Prince of Cats harry him.” If Tevildo is really Sauron mk 1 this is a really funny curse. PRESUMABLY Rumil has met him, if they both worked for Melkor. is he scary or is he just... a cat.

Here’s an extract from a poem called ‘the man in the moon.’ I didn’t read the intro carefully enough to figure out what it has to do with anything, but look at Tolkien’s vocabulary:

And at plenilune in his argent moon He had wearily longed for Fire -- Not the limpid lights of wan selenites, But a red terrestrial pyre With impurpurate glows of crimson and rose And leaping orange tongue',

Mr Rolkien you can’t rhyme “plenilune” and “moon,” they’re the same thing. It’s cheating. He also used the word “inaureoled” a couple stanzas earlier. Anyway I LOVE internal rhymes it’s the best thing ever.

OKAY I skipped to the tale of tinuviel (for my own reference, page 222), because I want to see my great kids and also the prince of cats. In the framing story Eriol is hanging out with a bunch of kids and telling them his own stories, and he asks them to pay their debt with a story in return. Within 15 seconds of beginning the story they start arguing over the name of Tinuviel’s father (apparently it’s Tinwelint), which is very kids and very cute.

'Hush thee, Ausir,' said Veanne, 'for it is my tale and I will tell it to Eriol. Did I not see Gwendeling and Tinuviel once with my own eyes when journeying by the Way of Dreams in long past days?’

'What was Queen Wendelin like (for so do the Elves call her), Veanne, if thou sawest her?' said Ausir.

They can’t agree on ANYONE’S name. G/wendelin/g is Melian btw. Apparently she has dark hair; I don’t like it, I think she has fire hair. So there’s a short recounting of how Tinwelint and Wendeling met, and then we note that they had two children, Dairon and Tinuviel. Interesting! Dairon is the third best musician ever, after Ivare and Tinfang Warble (pffft). “Tinuviel's joy was rather in the dance, and no names are setwith hers for the beauty and subtlety of her twinkling feet.” TWINKLETOES. I’m going to call her Twinkletoes from now on.

Beren, one of the gnomes of Dor-Lomin (and if I’m reading this right he’s of the people that were imprisoned by Melkor?) turns up (Veanne doesn’t know how, just that he liked wandering) and stares at her, even though gnomes and elves don’t get along. Yr all eldar, guys. There’s this really cool bit though where Dairon sees Beren and flees, but Tinuviel is too confused and she doesn’t think she’s very good at runnin (she’s a dancer! probably has better stamina than her brother!) so she just... melts into a puddle of moonlight. What it actually says is that she hides under a hemlock with large flowers, but Beren is literally watching her the entire time and he still doesn’t get where she went.

she slipped suddenly down among the white hemlocks and hid herself beneath a very tall flower with many spreading leaves; and here she looked in her white raiment like a spatter of moonlight shimmering through the leaves upon the floor.

Then Beren was sad,

So she gets away. He keeps wandering around looking for her and watches her dance a few times. She’s not afraid of him any more because she realizes he just likes her dancing. And she’s great at it! She should be proud! So he asks her to teach him to dance, and she like, cruelly makes fun of him for not being as good at dancing as she is? And she brings him into whatever they’re calling Menegroth these days and is like “:D hey everyone this wanderer wants to learn to dance! that’s pretty funny right!”

Tinwelint asks if he has ever hurt her and she’s like nooooo he appreciates my dancing more than ANYONE else. And when Tinwelint asks why Beren is here Beren says “I want to marry her.” everyone laughs at him, because that was totally unprompted and extremely rude. after Beren storms out, promising to get a silmaril, Tinuviel chides her father, saying “now no-one will ever appreciate my dancing as much again!” I am really enjoying how she’s clearly not in love with him at all yet, and thinks of him more as a captive audience for her GREAT DANCING than any kind of equal.

Beren is captured by orcs and taken to Melkor, cos he’s beefy and they think Melkor might appreciate it. Melkor is actually mad because he can tell from Beren’s phenotype that he should already be a slave. But Beren says he’s sooo tired of hanging out with humans (who Melkor hates) and would rather work for Melkor as a huntsman and trapper to get him food.

Melko marking his hardy frame believed him, and was willing to accept him as a thrall of his kitchens.

Scullery maid is much funnier, but it’s also more true than I was expecting...

Now he gave orders for Beren to be made a thrall of Tevildo Prince of Cats. Now Tevildo was a mighty cat -- the mightiest of all -- and he was in Melko's constant following; and that cat had all cats subject to him, and he and his subjects were the chasers and getters of meat for Melko's table and for his frequent feasts. Wherefore is it that there is hatred still between the Elves and all cats even now.

I’m so tickled by the image of the hugest domestic cat ever chasing down an elk. Alternately, Melkor eats only mice and rats. It’s just to make it harder for the cooks, who have to peel them individually. Anyway Beren goes to Tevildo’s house, which is full of “growling and monstrous purrings.”

All about shone cats' eyes glowing like green lamps or red or yellow where Tevildo's thanes sat waving and lashing their beautiful tails, but Tevildo himself sat at their head and he was a mighty cat and coal-black and evil to look upon. His eyes were long and very narrow and slanted, and gleamed both red and green, but his great grey whiskers were as stout and as sharp as needles. His purr was like the roll of drums and his growl like thunder, but when he yelled in wrath it turned the blood cold, and indeed small beasts and birds were frozen as to stone, or dropped lifeless often at the very sound.

I have to quote Tevildos extensively because everything I hear about him is just so good. I love when cats do a yell. Anyway Tevildo immediately narrows his eyes at Beren and says “I smell a dog,” and dislikes him forever because he used to have a dog. Which he hasn’t seen for months probably while he’s been in Doriath. Tevildo can smell his doggish personality. So he tells Beren that he’s probably an AWFUL hunter and trapper and tells him to catch three mice. But Beren has nothing to make traps with, so he can’t, and Tevildo sneeeers at him.

OH. OH. HE IS LITERALLY A SCULLERY MAID. WHEN HE COULDN’T CATCH THE MICE TEVILDO SET HIM TO SCRUBBING FLOORS. He is a general dogsbody for the cats (ha!) and doesn’t get much food or sleep.

Meanwhile Tinuviel realizes she actually misses him as a person, confusingly? And she asks her parents to let her go rescue him. Which is really absurd, considering they talked for all of ten minutes and he’s just some random guy from the forest. Her father shuts her in a house up in the boughs of HIRILORN, my favorite tree (queen of beeches!) and she has a great time there actually. I think she likes making people bring her stuff, and her brother spends a lot of time playing for her at the base of the tree.

The hair-growing spell actually fits in with this version of the story way better, because this whole thing is a fairy tale. That’s why I like it better than the final version tbh. Beren as a scullion for the prince of cats! That’s good fairy tale material! The cloak she weaves is also imbued with sleepiness, which rocks.

We now learn of Tevildo’s deep personal grudge against Huan, captain of the dogs, who almost caught him once chasing him away from the dwellings of humans. Tinuviel meets him in the forest and tells him she is looking for Beren. What luck! Huan and Beren have been friends for a long time! Double luck, Huan already hates the guy Beren needs rescuing from! Huan advises Tinuviel to go to Tevildo’s house at noon, when everyone is having their catnap in the sun on the terraces. Holy shit. I love thissss

She meets Umuiyan (umunyan) the doorkeeper and flatters him into letting her see Tevildo. And she dares to pet his head and he purrrrrs. He is much bigger than her, big enough to ride, so he carries her to where Tevildo is and then goes off to take a nap because of her Slumbersome Cloak. Tevildo takes her into the castle (she implied that she has news of his Enemy Huan) and she sees Beren carrying stuff around in the kitchens, so she tells her story to Tevildo REALLY LOUDLY. Beren drops everything he’s carrying. Now Tinuviel says that Huan is lying injured in the forest and is a REAL JERK so she thought she’d tell Tevildo and get him killed, which he deserves.

Blah blah Huan almost kills Tevildo, tries to ransom Beren and Tinuviel for his own safety. I want to note here that Tevildo says Beren is probably being scratched by the cook, Miaule. They have.... cat names.... they all have cat names.... this is like that fucking episode of Naruto where they have to infiltrate the cat fortress. anyway Tevildo is forced to give his golden collar to Tinuviel, and she also gets to use the spell that binds cats to his will and makes them huge and scary. So a bunch of normal sized scared cats come running out of the fortress. Huan takes the golden collar, which has “a great magic of strength and power.” Guys. It’s the one ring, but it’s a cat collar. I’m so fucking tickled.

Tinuviel and Beren wander around in the woods with a whole bunch of dogs for a while until Tinuviel gets homesick. Well there’s nothing to be done about it! I don’t want to live in the woods forever, and Beren can only come home with me if I get a silmaril! Apparently Huan has been carrying around a dead cat this entire time as a trophy, which he donates to Beren as a disguise:

Now doth Tinuviel put forth her skill and fairy-magic, and she sews Beren into this fell and makes him to the likeness of a great cat, and she teaches him how to sit and sprawl, to step and bound and trot in the semblance of a cat, till Huan's very whiskers bristled at the sight, and thereat Beren and Tinuviel laughed. Never however could Beren learn to screech or wail or to purr like any cat that ever walked, nor could Tinuviel awaken a glow in the dead eyes of the catskin -- "but we must put up with that," said she, "and thou hast the air of a very noble cat if thou but hold thy tongue."

Beren is a REALLY GOOD CAT THOUGH LOOK

Tinuviel's heart became lighter awhile than it had been for long, and she stroked Beren or pulled his tail, and Beren was angry because he could not lash it in answer as fiercely as he wished.

CUTE!!!

They go in to talk to Melkor. Although Tinuviel looks the same as normal, Melkor tells her to stop “flitting around like a bat.” So we see where the business with Thuringwethil came from! Anyway Tinuviel pretends she is a teen runaway and hates her dad and wants to come live in Angband because like, that’s the MOST OBVIOUS place for a teen runaway to get a job. He’s like, eh, but he lets her dance anyway because he’s bored. Beren uses his kitchen knife from Tevildo’s house to pry a silmaril out of the iron crown, which I think is very charming. He has no other weapons!

When they make it back to Huan, he says Tinuviel to ride on his back and Beren to run beside. Sorry, who just had their hand bitten off? Was it Tinuviel? Let the boy ride! So they go back and everything else happens pretty much as normal, except after going to Mandos both of them become mortal Also they do Many Great Deeds after this, which is good, because in the final version they just settled down with their 15 dogs and had a kid.

[cheerfulripley]

I have a sneak peak at the new SPN Destiel storm chasers fic!

Chapter 5 will be updating 4/17. Sorry for the long wait! 😅

If you'd like to catch up,

[cheerfulripley]

FINALLY!!

The writer's block has been hacked and bypassed

Keep your eye on this space soon for a loooooong awaited update from everyone's favorite storm chasers :D

[cheerfulripley]

UPDATE: Ch 3 has been posted, and I'm working on a (hopeful) upload schedule of publishing every other week. The guys just got their first Storm! And had to a share one bed with only ugly pillows saving their dignity :D

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For those of you not in the know, I'm writing a SPN Destiel Storm Chaser AU! I only have 2 chapters up currently but I have a lot of plot points figured out. The problem is, while I started this project because I simply wanted to combine 2 of my special interests (SPN and severe weather), I've gotten a but over my head.

See this is my first modern AU. Up to this point I only wrote Canon divergent so this is a big leap for me to make. I went waaaaaay too hard on the technical aspects of this world. I got overwhelmed by all the science and the technical backgrounds of the characters. So, yeah, I keep telling myself to let go and just write the dang thing for funsies and leave some details behind.

I do think yall will like this one, though!

Here's the synopsis:

Castiel Novak didn’t know his life could hit lower than sleeping in the stockroom of the Gas-N-Sip until he's mugged one night after closing. He comes too in a laundromat, dazed and injured, in front of a worried, handsome stranger.

Dean “Cowboy Chaser” Winchester is a storm chaser known for having the best footage of the tornadoes that descend upon Tornado Alley, in the heart of the Mid-West, every spring. He's built a tank--The Imp--from a 1967 Chevy to ride into the storms. His brother is normally his chase partner, but Sam is on bed rest and Dean needs help. He can’t survive and make a profit on his own. Things aren’t looking well until an injured man stumbles into the laundromat.

After some stitches, sandwiches, and stain remover, Dean offers to hire Castiel as his assistant for the storm season. It’s more than he’ll ever make at the gas station. Castiel just has to worry about runaway livestock, dangerous storms, other reckless chasers, and the nightmares he still can’t escape from the worst day of his life.

Will Castiel take this incredible offer? If he does, will they be able to work together and survive what Mother Nature can throw at them?

My friend made an edit of scruffy Storm Chaser Cas. Yep, we got a Jesus!Cas here

I also want to show what the vehicle is that Dean's driving. The Imp is based off a real storm chasing vehicle called the Tornado Intercept Vehicle, TIV 2 specifically

Dean built his version around an Impala chasis. So Dean and Cas are riding into this storms, putting their lives on the line for the best footage and data for Sam's Ph.D thesis.

After all, when tornadoes can do this, you need all the armor you can get!

I guess writing this post was just my way of trying to get my mojo back for this story.

So, what do yall think? Interested? I'll include the link to the first 2 chapters I have posted :3 (Just be mindful of the tags, Cas has terrible PTSD flashbacks and the fic starts with one)

[cheerfulripley]

Just updated ch 4 of my spn storm chaser wip! We got bad cow puns, a lightning date, and Dean confirmed as a cuddlefish 🤭