#eyes off of the red wizards big naturals !!

[theartofmadeline]

wizard husbands go to the farmers market

#wizard #illustration #wizardcore #illustrators on tumblr #digital art #lgbtq #gay #artists on tumblr #artwork #drawing #theartofmadeline #im not super happy with how this came out BUT #i had the concept and i did it #so that makes it good #ANYWAYS they are gay and at the wizard market !!! #every gay couple has one person who cant stop buying things #and one person who has to hold all the shit they buy #eyes off of the red wizards big naturals !! #wizard posting #wizard blogging

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: SNOW POKEY

Debut: Super Mario 3D World

Usually we do not write the name of the character in all capitals in the beginning of the post. But I am just so excited about Snow Pokey! A few days ago, the little creature in my brain knocked on the door and said, “Hey! Snow Pokey?” And yeah! I have never agreed with something so much!

Snow Pokey is a perfect design! Literally nothing could make this better. Maybe black dot buttons on the body segments would be cute, but the mouth is already a black dot, so it would make things a little weird! So, Snokey is a snowman Pokey, of course, a concept that lends itself to the body plan BETTER than the original. Big snowballs are made to be stacked! Its body segments have ice spikes, which is perfect, so perfect that it baffles me when those spikes are depicted as just snow. That would not be painful! I have not personally been stabbed by snow, but I do not believe it would be painful or possible. I sincerely apologize if it has ever happened to you.

Enough rambling about that though! It is time for the best part, Snow Pokey’s darling head and face! It has the cool white-pupiled eyes of regular Pokeys, but instead of their smile, a cute surprised expression, and of course, a carrot nose! The cherry on top of the cutie pie a la mode is the bucket it wears as an off-center hat! The go-to hat for Japanese snowmen, rather than a top hat. It is not only more casual, but more implies it is not exactly a natural creature, but one intentionally created! Who created it? I don’t know, but I will kiss them on the mouth.

Since it is alive, I can only assume there is some Magic involved here. Maybe the bucket granted it life, maybe a wizard did, maybe a Christmas miracle did! Maybe it was a wish made by the carrot, its one organic component. Being made of snow, these can’t be BIOLOGICALLY related to standard Pokeys, but maybe this is snow being inhabited by the soul of a Pokey! A Pokey who always wanted a nose, and is constantly in awe at all the scents the world has to offer!

Snocchi replaces Pokeys in the snow themes of Super Mario Maker 2, and that means we get to see it in three new styles, for which they made entirely new designs! What a treat! In Super Mario Bros., they wear yellow hard hats, perhaps for protection during a snowball fight, and have a big, cheeky smile! In Super Mario Bros. 3, they now have a red knit cap, which seems counterintuitive for a snow creature, like a sun wearing sunglasses, but it is really all about style. This one has a simple little smile, it’s just happy! Finally, in Super Mario World, Snow Pokey is VERY happy, no doubt because of its new hat! This one has a pompom! I like to think this is the same one from SMB3, but someone very kindly enhanced it. Snow Pokey wanted a pompom hat, but it did love its plain knit hat dearly, and now it gets to have both!

Snow Pokey appears in the art for December 2017′s LINE calendar, and what a cozy scene this is! Oh, to be so cozy in a warm snow house with some funny friends both inside and outside! Even if it wants to stay cold and you want to stay warm, you are never too far from each other! Also, this one is so small. Baby!

Finally, good news! There is a toy of Snow Pokey! It is real in our world! It is physically among us! I love Snow Pokey so dearly!

#snow pokey #super mario 3d world #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

[pelagaye]

red shoes on yellow brick

fandom: honkai star rail pairings: sampo, dan heng, gepard x reader summary: y/n is no dorothy but upon reaching the magical place of welt, y/n sees no issue in helping a number of its people. perhaps even providing them more than what they seek with how unique and charming this individual with red shoes on is. notes: tada! it's a wizard of oz au and may this first fic of mine be to your liking despite the length ehe i kinda had so much making it <3

it's a simple wish truly because when a big unwarranted tornado whisks you away from the comfort of your own residence, all you can want for is just to get back home.

seeing how troubled you've becoming, some lil chibi people who refers themselves as "the mole munchkins" that helped you earlier from the wreckage advises that you go meet a mighty powerful being that calls himself the wizard of welt who can grant any wish you long for.

sounding like a fairy godmother, it definitely captivated you so you might as well see what he's capable off.

the munchkins gives you a pair of red sandals they found on the sides, believing it can help you on the way to the wizard.

honestly, you'd trade the nice pair of red shows you now had on for the sake of getting back if you can.

bidding goodbye to the little fellas who told you to just follow the yellow brick road, you and your rabbit pompom begin the journey you didn't ask for the slightest.

here's to hoping the casts you meet along the way are nice.

sampo as the scarecrow

it is a long way to the place you had to be and the never-ending surface of yellow brick just had to emphasize that.

pompom hops around you indicating the both of you should rest before the pain comes through.

your home would still wait for you no matter what, right?

imagining of the place you yearn for, you notice how you ended up in the middle of a enormous cornfield of crops almost glistening like gold.

in between it all, is a scarecrow on a high pole that looks like it's attempting to do its job of shooing pesky birds away.

for something just made of old clothes and straw, the built of the figure was wide, as if he'd have muscles if he had to be human.

you, being the curious type can't help but stare longer than intended on the decoy figure, as there just seems to be so fascinating about it.

"take a photograph it'll last longer."

a voice shakes you from the trance.

when you try to find who it belongs to, there could only be one place-

looking at pompom before directing your eyes to the scarecrow, it winks at you, almost too naturally.

you inquire him how is able to talk and move.

swishing his threads of blue that acts likes bangs, he tells you if you can maybe bring him down he could explain more.

you find out his name is sampo, he asks what's a pretty person like you going to places like this cornfield.

ignoring the flattery, you share your plans to meet the wizard of welt to get back home.

sampo has no clue about the city you are to visit nor the person you seek.

it doesn't make sense to you that the man made of straw has no idea about the info you shared after the munchkins shared everyone knows about the wizard.

"maybe i can tag along? as a scarecrow with no brains, it might help me out. do you think the big shot can do that?"

sampo explains he's tired always being labeled as an idiot so how will he ever know much more if his head is filled with anything but a brain.

your sympathy gets to you first for some reason.

maybe it's the way how he holds your hands as he begs the question, or perhaps it's the way how he softly smiles as he towers in front of your small figure causing the lack of proximity.

"i'll ask the wizard for everything he can offer for you," you tell him.

sampo as a scarecrow, doesn't deny the determination in your voice, and he feels likes the straws in his stomach getting replaced with something else.

maybe he doesn't need a brain when your wit is enough to keep him afloat above any field.

dan heng as the tin man

ever since he was young, relatives and others have told dan heng he had no heart with the cold exterior persona the young man displays usually.

and with all the metal that's part of him to carry like a burden of his own predicament, dan heng could only accept their false accusations to not make the situation any worse than it already is.

just like in the og game, dan heng flees.

after all who wouldn't with that situation?

he comes across a pink haired girl who he eventually becomes accustomed to.

he tells her about his issues and his friend immediately perks up.

"oh??? then why not visit the wizard of welt??" march suggests.

and so he does, alone.

along the way, through the depths of the forest, he doesn't expect rain to happen.

this becomes an inconvenience to the tin man putting a stop to dan heng's expedition.

all because of a damn rain pour that causes him to rust.

there was no way of contacting march in any way and as much as he tries to budge, he remains where he is.

months might have already passed and dan heng could only reflect how much of a troubling life he got to experience.

that is until a pair of red shoes comes into his view.

the man made of tin cannot bring his head up to see who is messing with his parts but he prays to himself that the newcomers are simply just trying to help his pathetic position.

and next thing he knows, he's functioning again! what a surprise!

dan heng doesn't miss a second to offer his gratitude for the oil he was provided.

but before he even tries, he's taken aback by the beauty you hold as you were explaining you were just passing by with sampo the scarecrow with the help of the yellow brick road to get to the wizard. also explaining you were helping sampo in the process as you'd do anything for people in need.

"you have a beautiful heart," dan heng thinks to himself.

he is surprise to think of this coming from his own mind and seeing that he himself doesn't have one of his own.

at least, that's what he thought he has done as he fails to notice the creeping color of red on your face, matching the shoes you wore.

it fades quickly as dan heng humbly requests if he could come, practically silently pleading to whoever is listening that you accept.

thankfully, your kindness allows to agree.

the journey is much more bearable with your company after that.

everything you do in full willingness, even if it's the bare minimum, is enough to encourage dan heng to get that heart from the wizard of oz no matter what.

what he doesn't know, is that he has already gotten one from the fact he has unknowingly fell in love with you.

gepard as the cowardly lion

for someone who's supposedly a "vicious" "feline" with not much courage, it takes not even a fool to realize how much of a sweetheart gepard is.

at least, that was established after being ambushed by the big blonde whom tried to inflict fear on the current party you had going on.

poor pompom having to deal with the fact he was the main target being the smallest.

regardless of such attempt, gepard was secretly frighten by the unexpected retaliation lil pompom pulls back at him without much effort.

you, already exhausted enough from the bs sampo and dan heng does with each other, decides to put an end to the one sided battle going on with the lion and rabbit.

pompom, at long last, stops beating the poor feline and lets you do your thing with what you've already done with all the strays you've been picking up.

putting in his place by placing yourself in front of gepard, staring back into his blue eyes, you decided to execute the only idea you had.

you boop his nose, catching everyone off guard.

"you are nothing but a big coward," you tell him without missing a heartbeat.

still looking back at each other, gepard lets out a sigh of defeat.

"i am painfully aware of that," he frowns.

he explains that he's both a younger and older brother to two sisters whom he cares about so much and they're practically both the main reason why he wants to be much courageous.

he'd sacrifice everything for the sake of their safety, so until he learns a thing or two, he promises to not comeback to them until then.

so he tries to train himself by being scarier in some way or another.

even if it means attacking strangers out of the blue. what a big dumbie i am so in love with him.

"there are many things i can do and cannot. the very least thing i should attempt is prove to myself that i can find the heart and not be the coward i have been my whole life."

you're practically shaking inside hearing his chivalric sentiment.

while no longer a threat despite not being one in the first place, the honesty he holds convinces you to urge him to join your party.

unlike the other two, it's really you this time who's trying to appeal to gepard the idea of heading to the wizard of welt.

"is that right? you wish for me to come with your pack? that's very kind of you but wouldn't i just cause harm such as earlier?"

you tell him that as long as he can apologize to pompom, who seems to still hold a petty grudge, no hard feelings will remain.

gepard smiles at you softly, admiring the valor you've shown him even if it's in your way.

there's no way for him to decline your offer at this point.

he vows to keep you all safe no matter the dangers that'll try to stop, despite how scared he still is deep inside.

you hug him immediately without much thought when he expresses his confirmation.

it's extremely bold of you, yes, but gepard doesn't mind.

he hopes he can return it asap when he gains the courage he hopes for.

#if i can i might make part 2 and include the wicked witch of the west casted by kafka himeko as glinda and the wizard obvi being welt >___< #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #sampo x reader #dan heng x reader #gepard x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #sampo x you #dan heng x you #gepard x you

[arc-misadventures]

What are those AU, you know I find it pretty ironic that Jaune is a dragon Faunus but is still training to be a knight, because in fairy tales it’s always the knight that slays the big bad dragon, but since Jaune is both it makes me wonder just what kind of big bad Jaune will need to overcome.

It’s Just His Nature

The Grimm Lands.

Salems castle was under attack by a combined force of Hunters from across the world along with the might of the, Atlas Army along with several high ranking, and highly skilled members of the, White Fang.

They were here to finish the centuries long shadow war between the witch, and the wizard, and upon this day the war would finally come to an end.

Just not how any of them expected it to end.

Ozpin: Come on! We’ve nearly won this war!

Dozens hunters,and soldiers ran to doors leading to, Salem’s throne room, but before they entered, Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy stood before them all to given them a final speech before the upcoming battle.

Ozpin: We are here, just beyond these doors lay our dreaded foe! From here on out we will fight out enemy, and we will…?!

: Oh shut up will ya!

The fellow who interrupted, Ozpin’s little speech stared at, Ozpin with a highly annoyed glare with his sharp deep blue eyes. His gold hair was flanked by a matching pair off-white horns that ran up the side of his head, peaking into a crown of three points that bore a golden hue. Giving this rather extraordinary faunas his own natural golden crown.

For he was a king. For before, Ozpin stood, King Jaune Arc, Dragon King of the Faunas. And, he was not amused.

Jaune: You’ve given over a dozen speeches for every five meters we’ve manage to take. If I have to listen to one more long winded speech I’m going to take my forces, and leave you here. But, not before I cut up your face to the point that it makes an, Apathy look handsome!

Jaune flexed his hand letting his claws flash threatening before, Ozpin’s face. With a threatening glint in his eyes as he dared anyone to face him.

It had been years since, Jaune graduated from, Beacon Academy, and even longer since he was inducted into, Ozpin’s little cabal. He had long since lost his willings to deal with, Ozpin, and his bullshit as a result of it.

And, all, Ozpin could do was gulp nervously as a series of eyes belonging to the, King’s Guard agree with their, King, and glared dangerously at the old man.

Ozpin: …

Ozpin: Okay then…

The doors to, Salem’s throne room exploded open as several individuals came rushing in to find the Queen of the Grimm sitting upon her throne looking at the intruders as if they had just come in, and served her cold tea.

Salem: Ozma… I see you’ve finally grown a spine, and decided to take the battle to my door step. How kind of you…

Ozpin: Enough, Salem! You reign of tyranny ends now! Surrender, or face our wrath!

Salem laughed hauntingly echoed throughout the hall as she rose to her feet, and descended from her throne crystal throne. Her blood red eyes stared at, Ozpin’s as an amused smile spread across her face.

Salem: And, how do you plan to do that? You know I’m immortal; You can decapitate me, crush me, incinerate me, and so many other colourful ways you could kill a person, and I would simply shrug it off as a mild inconvenience. So, what could you possibly do to stop me?

Ozpin: I will trap you in a hell that you fear more than any other.

Salem: I’m a immortal who has lived for thousands of years; I have lived through a hell unlike any other! What kind of hell do you possibly think could be worse than the life I was forced to endure?!

Ozpin: Back to where I should have left you… Back to your cage in the high tower!

Salem’s eyes widened in pure fear. A emotion that she had not yet felt in millennia. Ozpin’s threat was one that struck at the heart of her. For how better to wound her more than she already was, but to be trapped in the cage she longed to be freed from, by the very man who once set her free. And, that thought stroked the flames of rage within, Salem unlike ever before felt.

Salem: You dare…? You dare…?! You dare to threaten me! Threaten me to lock me in a tower away for all time, and eternity?!! You will die a thousand deaths, this world would burn a thousand times over before I let you imprison me once again!!! I swear you will, Ozma!!!!

Ozpin: Bring it you foul fiend for I will…?!

Jaune: Hold up! Hold up now… Before we begin I have some questions I’d like some answers too.

The Dragon king walked between the quarrying couple with his hands out stretched in a non-threatening posture as he addressed the pair.

Ozpin: Mr. Arc?! What the hell are you doing?!

Jaune: You shut up, or I’ll gouge out your eyes.

Jaune glared threateningly at, Ozpin before he turned to address, Salem.

Jaune: Okay, Ozpin told me about your past relationship. Of which I blame, Ozpin, and the Gods for most of your problems…

Ozpin: E-Excuse me?!

Jaune: But: ‘Locked away in a tower?’ What is that all about? Ozpin told me most of the world’s fairytales were made by him, so would that mean that you are, ‘The Princess in the High Tower?’ Or, ‘The Girl in the High Tower,’ which ever title you prefer. The fairytale is a title of a difference.

Salem rage faded just ever so slightly as she gazed at the rather curious looking faunas before her.

Salem: Yes… Yes I am… Was! I was, ‘The Princess of the High Tower.’ Why does that matter? Who I was back then no longer matters; that life has long since been dead, and buried. It doesn’t matter anymore…

Jaune: I can gather that, but, Ozpin… Ozpin, was the knight who saved you from the tower…?

Salem: He was the one who saved me.

Jaune: I see…

A devious smile spread across, Jaune’s face as something, some deep unknown switch in his mind was flipped on.

Ozpin: Mr. Arc… Why are you smiling about…?

Jaune: Oh… Just realizing how many many stereotypes I tend to inhabit… Seemingly out of nature, and desire than anything else. Hmmph… Ain’t that a weird thought?

Ozpin: W-What are you talking about?

Jaune: Well, since I can’t be the knight who saves the princess, I’ll just be the dragon who steals the princess instead~!

Ozpin: What the hell are you talking about?!

Jaune: This~!

(CRACK!)

Ozpin: OH GODS?!!

(Thud!)

Salem: Ohhh… His next reincarnation is going to feel that~!

After, Jaune’s swift, and incapacitating kick to, Ozpins nuts, in the blink of an eye, Jaune ran over, and picked up, Salem who gave a startled shriek as, Jaune ran for the door.

Salem: W-What?! Hey! Put me done this instant!

Jaune: She’s mine! She mine: She minnnne~!

As, Jaune bolted out the door, his royal guard quickly followed after him, throwing a smoke grenade behind the to hide their presence as they disappeared. By the time Ozpin, and his combined forces could give chase, Jaune’s forces had sabotaged all of their aircraft engines, and made their escape.

And, as, Ozpin watched, Jaune Arc, and his forces make their escape with the, Queen of the Grimm, he made the one thought on his mind vocal for all to hear.

Ozpin: …

Ozpin: What the fuck just happened…?

~~~

One Year Later.

~~~

In the hills of, Menagerie, over looking the town of, Kuo Kuana, lay the castle, Ásgeirr, home of the Dragon King, and his brood.

And, the one place in all of, Remnant, Ozpin so desperately wanted to get into. But, considering the ever so watchful guards, Ozpin had not been able to get close in the slightest. And, fear from an uprising of the faunas population across the four kingdoms, Ozpin couldn’t persuade them for an all out attack. And, many of his students tended to come from, Menagire, and benefited greatly from the, Dragon King’s rule so it was impossible for him to have his students help him. So, he would have to brave this alone. And, this time, this time he would get into Arc’s castle!

And, he would!

Only he was bound, sorely beaten, dragged into the castle.

It wasn’t how he would have preferred to get into the castle, but it worked.

He was dragged up to a balcony that over looked the city of, Kuo Kuana. Standing on the edge was the, Dragon King looking over his domain. He stood there for a moment before looking down at the intruder that dared threaten his kingdom, and his family with his shear presence.

Jaune: You know… If you wanted to see me, you could have just scheduled an appointment. That would have been far easier to do compared to everything else you have been trying to do.

Ozpin: How could I trust you to let me in?! The last time I saw you, you kicked me in the balls, picked up, Salem, and ran away with her. I fail to see how, asking you politely if I could come in to see you would have worked!

Jaune: Mmm… Fair, fair. Sometimes I just lose my mind when what one would see as a dragon stereotypes comes into play.

Ozpin: And, that’s why you kidnapped, Salem?

Jaune: The Princess, and the Dragon tropes; Yeah, that’s pretty much why I did it.

Ozpin: And, then you refused to let anyone see her! Much less know what you did with her! Do you think that helped you win any battles!

Jaune: Well, actually she didn’t want to see you, or anyone else for that matter. And, she likes her privacy, so why should I tell you what we’ve been up to. Besides I was keeping you safe by keeping you away from her.

Ozpin: I can handle her, you didn’t need to concern yourself with that!

Jaune: No, I was keeping you safe from me.

Ozpin: Safe from you? Why?!

Jaune: I’ll put it to you simply; You so much as breath on her, and I will hunt your reincarnations down for the rest of my life. And, the only thing I would ever regret is that no matter how many times I could kill you, you would eventually get away, because you would outlive me.

Ozpin: What are you talking about?

Jaune nodded his head behind him, and Ozpin’s turned, and saw Salem resting comfortably in a fainting couch. A cool drink lay in her hand as she basked in the warm sun, and the cool sea breeze. She smile softly as she waved to, Ozpin. Her smile only growing as she saw his eyes widen in shock as he noticed the noticeable bump on her stomach.

Ozpin: Salem?! You’re pregnant?!

Salem: Quite an astute observation from you, Ozma. I’m impressed.

Ozpin: W-What… But, how?!

Jaune: Considering you were a father multiple times, Ozpin, one would think you would understand how it works.

Ozpin: Not that. How did you two get together?

Jaune: Well, while the urge to grab her, and run like hell was certainly something dragon faunas related, unlike you I knew what, Salem’s greatest pain was.

Ozpin: Her greatest pain.

Jaune: Yes. Salem’s greatest pain she ever had to endure : Loneliness.

Ozpin: Loneliness…?

Jaune: Yes, loneliness.

Salem: A pain that I never even fully knew I suffered under. Until my darling King pointed it out to me.

Ozpin: Why was that your greatest pain?

Jaune: Think, Ozpin think! She was trapped all alone in that towers for years. Then one day she is freed from her life of solitude, then you died, and she was all alone again. She fought the gods to have you back, but they refused, then they cursed her to live forever, alone. Years passed, and you finally came back, only to betray her, and leave her all alone once more. Salem’s life has been one of sadness born of loneliness, rage born from betrayal, and unjust punishment. And, pain from unobtainable dreams through no fault of her own. And, now I will right the wrongs that, Salem has been forced to endure. Not because I believe I must do so for the good of the world, or some other bullshit like that. But, because I love her, and I want her to be happy.

Salem shed a few tears of joy as her beloved husband came over, and gave her a passionate kiss filled with love, and compassion for such a broken soul.

Ozpin: But, she is still her, Grimmified version of herself! What is to stop her from becoming evil once more!

Jaune: Her family.

Ozpin: Family…?

Jaune: Me, my sisters, my mother, and my father. My many wives, and their children, and the child that grows within her. Salem will have a family that loves her, and even if I die before her, she will never be left alone ever again.

Salem: Oh, Jaune…

Jaune: My Queen.

The pair shared another kiss before, Jaune turned to face the dumbstruck, Ozpin as he stared, at the, Dragon King, and one of his many beloved wives, The Grimm Queen.

Jaune: So, Ozpin. Now that you’ve seen her, what will you do now?

Ozpin eyes fell to the floor, his mind lost deep in thought until he let loose a deep sigh before addressing the happy couple.

Ozpin: It appears I was never a good husband, much less a good father was I?

Salem: Considering what happened to our first born. You… No. We… We were not good parents. But, this time, this time I will be better, but can the same be said of you, Ozma?

Ozpin: Only time will tell. May I have your permission to leave your, Grace? I have much work to do back at, Beacon.

Jaune: You have my permission.

Ozpin:Thank you, your Grace. Goodbye, Salem. I wish you well.

Salem: Goodbye, Ozpin. It was… interesting seeing you again.

Ozpin smiled as he, and his guard detail took him away from the loving couple. The only words they heard from him, was him complaining that the were restraints still necessary.

Salem: You know… I never thought I would experience such joy as I do now. I am at peace with, Ozpin. And, I have a chance to have a new life with my family. This is perfect. Thank you, my King.

Jaune: Anything for you, my Queen.

Salem: Oh really? In that case, I want to break mom’s record of how many kids she had…

Jaune: Why does everyone want to do that?

Salem: And, the next time we do it: Can we have someone else join us? My hip’s can’t handle you all on my own.

Jaune: Ha… That would be my extreme pleasure, my dear~!

~~~

While there is a chronological order to my stories. This was just one I couldn’t pass up on.

I’m just going to mark it differently on the, Master Post.

Do Enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby ozpin #rwby ozma #rwby salem #salem x jaune #jaune x salem #rwby grimmknight

[tomjamesavery]

New Year's Resolutions Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo Challenge with the prompt: #B2 — "It’s time to make New Year’s resolutions!" Read on: AO3 It was 30 minutes to midnight as Harry stood on the rooftop Balcony at 12 Grimmauld Place. He watched the dark horizon, thousands of roofs covered by a thin layer of late December snow, he listened to the faint sounds of partying and music that mixed with the occasional early firework going off, always bathing a few roofs in bright light.

Yet it was still peaceful somehow. Harry had left the busy commotion downstairs for a few breaths of fresh air, with everything going on around Voldemort’s return, the distraction was more than needed. For a single evening, he felt like a normal teenager, leaving the chaos of the wizarding world behind him.

He heard something ruffling behind him, as the rooftop door fell open and a lanky tall redhead stumbled out.

“There you are mate, we were looking for you,” Ron exclaimed, slightly out of breath from the many stairs. “That one here said we shouldn’t let you sulk off by yourself somewhere.” He gestured towards Hermione who was coming up the stairs behind him, equally out of breath, as she gave him a pointed look.

“But to be honest, I agree with her, that’s why we decided to bless you with our divine presence.” Ron joked, earning him a snort from both Harry and Hermione.

But Harry’s lips curled into a small smile, as his two best friends stepped out onto the terrace both plopping themselves down onto the bench he was sitting on.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just taking in the beautiful winter night. Until Hermione’s curious voice finally broke the quietness.

“So, Harry, do you think Sirius has a firework show planned for tonight? He keeps avoiding my questions about the legality of wizarding fireworks in a big city like London.

Ron and Harry only looked at each other, unable to keep their faces from breaking out into a grin as Harry spoke up. “Hermione, it’s New Year’s Eve, and those are the big questions that are plaguing you right now?” 

Hermione looked slightly offended as she retorted. “Harry, the effects of pyrotechnics on nature and our surroundings are very important questions.” She pointed out. ”I recently read a study about the amount of stress loud noise and firework explosions cause to  the local flora and fauna, it’s highly problematic!”

Harry only raised his hands in surrender, trying to avoid spurring her on further. “You are right, you are right! It is an important topic, still, I’d rather look at the bright side of things tonight.” He let his eyes wander over the far horizon again.

“Well the fireworks will be going off in 20 minutes, so you’ll have a lot of bright things to look at soon anyway!” A very familiar voice exclaimed from behind them.

The three of them all spun around, looking at a grinning Ginny who was just stepping out onto the balcony. 

“But I still agree with you Harry, let’s talk about something more fun.” She plopped herself down next to Harry, and her long hair tickled his right hand, making him blush.

“It’s time to make New Year’s resolutions!”  Ginny exclaimed- “I hope you thought of something.” -Now looking smug “-Cause my resolution is to pet as many cats as possible!”

Harry laughed while Ron and Hermione only rolled their eyes. “That’s a good resolution I am nabbing that!”  “I bet I will manage to pet more than you though!” He dared her, earning him a fiery look from the redhead.

“Are you, Harry James Potter, challenging me, the Queen of Challenges, to a pet off?” She flung herself to her feet, a blazing look crossing her features, only making Harry swallow.

“Well, seems like I am!” He met her confident gaze and couldn’t keep his lips from forming into a smile as he took in her features, her chocolaty brown eyes, framed by those beautiful long lashes, her slightly flushed pink cheeks, and her burning red hair.

“You, my friend…  “…are doomed,” Ginny muttered.  “There can only be one to pet them all! And that one is me!” 

“Pfft, Weasley, you will sink, and it will be me who will stand victorious!” He foretold, now also standing up to face the younger girl. As they stared each other down in fake competitiveness, both struggling not to laugh.

“A tall lanky monster like you will have the cats running in an instant, they just see my good soul and will all flock to my feet,” Ginny stated still feigning greatness.

“Oh so you think that you’re so great-” Harry started before the sound of a closing door drew both his and Ginny’s attention, as they spun around staring at where Ron and Hermione had just disappeared into the house again.

Neither of them said anything for a second until Ginny spoke up.

“Did you notice them leaving?” She turned to face him again, and those brown eyes made his stomach do flips once more as he shook his head.

“Nope, I didn’t. They must’ve sneaked away while we were arguing.” Harry admitted, feeling slightly confused.

“Well anyway, you’re not winning, we all know that Cats prefer fiery young women, not old broody men!” Ginny teased before she stuck out her tongue.

“Old? I am like one year older than you, witch!” Harry retorted making Ginny grin.

“See, exactly! Basically ancient, old man!” 

Just as Harry was about to snap some form of funny insult back at her, a loud hissing sound lit up the evening, as all around them firework rockets started to light up the now bright night sky. 

The two of them watched in surprise, they must’ve totally forgotten about the time. It was beautiful, colourful, and bright.

Harry almost flinched as just next to their roof a mass of magical fireworks took off. Seems like Sirius did indeed prepare some for midnight he thought.

Ginny had also jumped next to him, and they instinctively clutched each other’s hands. Neither of them thought about it, nor really noticed it, it just felt natural, it just felt normal.

Now hand in hand they stood, on the Grimmauld Place rooftop terrace overlooking London, observing the most wonderful fireworks they had ever witnessed, just each other as company, a perfect New Year’s evening.

#hinny #harry potter fanfiction #ginny weasley #harry potter #harry x ginny #fluff #ginny lovers #ron weasley #hermione granger #grimmauld place #new year

[wisteriavines]

Hey.. if you are taking prompts, here’s my HP one:

Harmione/Harmony Drabble(with Alive!Jily in background): “Mom! Dad! I’m in love!” Harry said, enthusiastically.

Hey, Anon! I’ve never thought about taking prompts and/or writing something for them, but this is a new experience and I was really excited to give it a try! So, thank you!!

I’m not a big Harry Potter writer or fan, so hope you enjoy this little thing! It’s probably not exactly what you were asking/looking for.

Lily groans as James and Sirius break out into laughter next to her. Remus sighs, an amused smug grin betraying him as he sips on his tea.

“A week,” Lily laments to Remus, “I thought for sure it’d be at least a month before he barges in my office, yelling for all to hear, about being in love.”

Remus snorts. “Still better than the single day it took James.”

Lily scoffs but doesn’t deny it. She’d probably strangle Sirius if he was the one to actually win the bet. Better to lose to Remus than either of the other two.

Still, it’s a bit disappointing to know all those lectures and moral story-tellings she gave her son have only held him off for a week. But what else could she have expected. He is a Potter.

Hopefully, Harry will remember her other lectures and not bombard the poor one that’s caught his eye and heart with dramatics as his father did. At least being a professor will allow her to keep a close eye on him (and observe the one he’s fallen for. He’s still her son; she has to be sure that whoever the witch - or wizard! - is that they’re even a bit good enough for him).

With some good natured grumbling, she hands off the agreed upon winnings. Remus takes them with a polite, but cheeky, thanks.

James and Sirius have moved on from laughter to celebration in the background.

Temporarily forgotten in the moment, Harry flushes red; thoroughly embarrassed by his family’s antics. Merlin, Hermione will never think he’s cool if she saw this.

#wisteriavines #wisteria answers #prompt response #writing #harry potter prompt #harry potter #harmione #I imagine this is 1st year Harry #also I love the hc that alive Lily would be a professor at Hogwarts #the other three are just visiting for the first weekend #they were originally going to catch up with Harry on his first week #but obvi that has been derailed slightly #also I bet Hermione would never think Harry is cool no matter what #it was a losing battle from the beginning #I’m not really sure how to write the marauders #hope I did okay! #thanks anon!

[princesse-de-ravenclaw]

Champagne Problems (i)

summary: Y/N Y/L/N has everything: a wealthy family, a famous last name, and the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding community as her soon to be husband. What happens when she’s reunited with a forbidden friend from the past?

tw: angst if you squint??  

word count: 3,990

Y/N Y/L/N thought she had everything. A lavish lifestyle, many admirers, a hefty inheritance, and a wealthy man she was promised to marry. Granted, she didn’t know him very well, and had only spent a few minutes with him here and there, he seemed nice enough- definitely the kind of fellow she could learn to fall in love with. Y/N couldn’t really care less about falling in love, anyway. She’d never experienced it, never wanted to. Maybe she would fall in love with her fiancé, maybe they would only go through life together as partners in society. Either way was fine with her. As soon as she said “I Do,” she would gain even more money and an even higher social status. This marriage would make her basically royalty in the wizard community.

An engagement party was being thrown, and all of the noble wizard families were invited to celebrate with Y/N and her fiancé. Y/N’s parents had Amelia Rosehart, the most famous stylist in the Wizarding world, come to create a gown for Y/N for the evening and style her hair and her makeup. “Nothing but the best from here on out!” They declared jovially. They were the most excited for the marriage, as being tied to the Williams family would bring them an even higher social standing as well. They had decorators come in to enchant the ballroom, and caterers apparating in from France- the only event that would be more extravagant than the engagement party was the actual wedding.

Guests started arriving right as Y/N finished getting ready. The elaborate chime of the doorbell began as Amelia put the finishing rouge on Y/N’s lips. The dress was gorgeous- champagne colored, coated intricately with rhinestones. It had a v-shaped neckline with delicate spaghetti straps and fell beautifully into a modified a-line. It really was a masterpiece. Her hair was put into an elegant half-up do with a thin hairpiece made to match her dress, and her eyeshadow was painted on with shimmering neutrals and the most beautiful eyelash extensions money could buy. All of this topped off with a deep red lipstick, Y/N looked like something out of a work of art. Looking in the mirror, she could hardly recognize herself. Reckon I ought to get used to looking like this. This is what the future looks like, Y/N told herself. She held her chin a little higher, looked at herself one last time, and then headed downstairs to greet the first guests to arrive.

Of course, the Williamses were the first to arrive. Mr. Williams, Gerald, was not a tall man. He was rather stout with white hair and white mutton-chop sideburns, and a very stern face. He was extremely interested in politics, and completely unafraid of voicing his opinions. Y/N had only met him twice and she knew to hold her tongue around him. His wife, Margaux, emitted an aura of elegance that was unmatched. Her hair was a light brown, peppered with grays that she wore proudly, unlike Y/N’s mother who fussed over every little silver hair that showed up on her head. Margaux Williams was a beautiful woman, who looked much more youthful than her actual age, but there was something about her face that radiated wisdom and knowledge, she seemed to have lived a thousand lifetimes. Together, they seemed like royalty.

Peter Williams looked like his mother, but in a charming, boyish way. He had short blond hair, naturally wavy and styled back with a copious amount of gel. He had big eyes, a deep blue in color that always seemed to sparkle. He was always clean shaven, with a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. He was tall, with an athletic build, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice that he had the whitest teeth she’d ever seen. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Peter was the poster child for perfect boys- he had graduated from Durmstrang the year before, played quidditch from his second through seventh years, and since completing school, he had taken a job at the ministry of magic, just as a formality, of course. It was evident that he didn’t need the money. He was polite and cordial, as far as Y/N knew. She had only spent scattered minutes with him up until now.

“Mr. and Mrs. Williams, Peter, it’s lovely to see you. Please, come in,” Y/N bowed her head politely before stepping aside to let her soon-to-be family enter. “Mimkey will take your coats,” Y/N informed them, motioning to the house elf standing to the left of the entrance. And thus, the small talk began. The weather, Y/N’s upcoming school year, how marvelous Peter was doing at his job in the ministry. It was all very charming and polite, and Y/N wondered for a moment when she would actually get to know these people, other than exchanging small pleasantries. She supposed it wouldn’t matter, maybe she would go the rest of her life only exchanging shallow chitchat with these people, and that was fine. She had been tutored in small talk since before she started at Hogwarts, it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

Shortly after the Williamses arrived, more guests began to show up, and the evening began. Extravagant gifts were brought and set on display: rare wines, expensive candles, intricate bouquets of flowers, among other things. It was all very posh. Y/N tried to greet everyone when they arrived, but after the tenth family showed up, it became nearly impossible. Everyone wanted a chance to chat with the happy couple. As soon as one person was done asking questions, another person would come in and swoop Y/N and Peter away to answer more. Questions about the wedding, did they have plans for a honeymoon yet, were they already thinking about children, it seemed like they answered the same handful of questions hundreds of times over and over. Y/N wondered if Peter was as tired of answering them as she was, and he was just doing a good job of not showing it, or if he actually didn’t mind it at all. If the former was true, Peter was even better at handling formalities than Y/N was. She added that to a mental note of assets that Peter possessed. She was sure that would come in handy in their future.

After a particularly intrusive conversation about their plans for having children, Y/N couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. She was only 17, she wasn’t ready to have children yet. These people were expecting her to finish her 7th year at Hogwarts and immediately get married and start having babies. Her whole life, she knew that when she graduated, she would be married to Peter and her life as a Williams would begin. She had never stopped to think that that meant that she would have to become a stay at home mother at 18. Y/N excused herself from the conversation to get some fresh air. She kept a polite smile on her face as she passed guests, and swept a glass of champagne off of one of the trays that was being passed around as she made her way to the main staircase.

Y/N rushed upstairs and down the hall to the second floor balcony. Thinking she was alone, she let out a deep sigh and gulped down half of her glass. “Small talk can be exhausting,” a voice spoke up, causing Y/N to jump and nearly lose her glass. She knew that voice. She hadn’t spoken to him since they were 11, but his reputation at school preceded him. “Jesus, Sirius, what are you doing out here?” she asked, “What are you doing here at all, actually?” Y/N and Sirius were the best of friends when they were children. The Y/L/N’s and the Blacks were close, but when Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor and started rejecting the Blacks’ family values, Y/N was forbidden from being friends with him, as her parents didn’t want him to taint their perfect proper little girl.

“I was invited. You sent the letter to the whole Black family,” Sirius shrugged. “I assumed they wouldn’t bring you, seeing as none of them really speak to you,” Y/N told him honestly. Sirius cracked a playful smile, “Are you trying to tell me I’m not welcome here?” Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile back. “Of course you’re welcome here,” she told him, “But if any of my family sees you and tells you to leave, I didn’t tell you that.” Sirius leaned over and clinked his glass to hers. “You’ve got a deal,” He smiled. “Anyway, I’m out here because I simply cannot stand any of these people,” Sirius answered Y/N’s previous question. “What’s got you out here avoiding your own party?” he asked. “I-ugh- I am not avoiding my own party! I just-“ Y/N sputtered, but Sirius just quirked a brow at her.

“Look,” Y/N sighed, “I can handle the ungodly amounts of small talk. It’s boring, and even a little bit stupid, but I’m good at it, and I can do it. But in there... these people are planning my whole future out for me and I don’t have a say. I always knew my options were going to be limited, I knew that I was going to have to marry Peter and I accepted that. But now that it’s so close, I’m being pressured to drop everything I’ve been looking forward to, just to become a housewife. And a mother. A mother! Can you imagine, me? Leaving school, immediately getting married and then having a baby at 18? I don’t know, I guess I always thought I would have some time to live my life at least a little bit before I had to give everything up,” Y/N shook her head before gulping down the rest of her glass of champagne.

“Yeah, I can see where that might get to be a bit unbearable,” Sirius agreed. “It’s just... I don’t know. I want this. Of course I want this. I just, wanted other things too, I guess. And before tonight I thought I could have it all, but I suppose that was unrealistic to think,” Y/N told him. Sirius could tell that Y/N was ready to change the subject, so he didn’t press. “Well, on the bright side, you look ravishing,” Sirius gave her a wolfish smile. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes, “Thank you.” It occurred to her then that Sirius’s comment might have been the first genuine compliment she’d gotten all night. Of course, she looked good. With how much money her family had spent on her dress, hair, and makeup, she would certainly hope she looked good. But everyone that had complimented her throughout the evening, it was all about how nice the expensive things looked. The expensive dress, the expensive shoes, the professionally done makeup. Sirius was the only person who had actually complimented her, not even Peter had done that. Sirius didn’t care about all of the fancy extras, and Y/N knew that.

“Earth to Y/N?” Sirius asked, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “Sorry, I just...” Y/N trailed off, shaking her head. “Where’d you go?” Sirius tilted his head slightly to the side. “Just...” Y/N sighed, “Just thinking about how shallow all of these people here are. Everything is about money,” she admitted. Sirius nodded silently. He knew, as much as he tried to reject it, he grew up in the same community she did. “And don’t get me wrong, I like money. I enjoy being wealthy and all of the privileges that come with it. But that’s the difference, isn’t it? I know that they are privileges, perks, I understand that I’m fortunate enough to be born into a wealthy family. I’ve seen how some of the kids we go to school with live. I know that I’m lucky, and I never intend to let that go to my head, or forget that it could have easily been me that was born into a lower middle class family. Everyone here, they just take it all for granted. They’re so entitled, they think that they actually deserve everything handed to them on a silver platter. It’s just...” Y/N trailed off.

“It’s sickening,” Sirius finished for her. “It makes you want to take them by the shoulders and shake them and yell ‘get your head out of your arse! You are no better than anyone else, money means nothing in terms of character.’” “Yes, exactly!” Y/N exclaimed with a laugh. “How exactly did you come to have the ideals of a decent person when you grew

up surrounded by all of this bullshit?” Sirius asked her, almost incredulously. “I guess I just like other people too much,” Y/N shrugged. “Most of them go through school only talking to people in our community. I talked to everyone, made friends with everyone, heard everyone’s stories. I guess I took a little bit from all of them and became my own person,” Y/N stared up at the night sky. “Kind of, my own person,” she corrected herself. “Mostly, your own person, I think,” Sirius told her, “I think you’re just holding onto this one last thing that’s going to keep you here forever,” he said honestly.

“No, you’re right. There are so many things I disagree with, so many things I don’t care about. But I love my family, and this is what they’re asking of me, so this is what I have to do,” Y/N nodded, almost to convince herself. Sirius stayed silent. “I um, I ought to get back in there. I can’t be a very good host if I’m hiding out here, can I?” Y/N laughed lightly. “No, I don’t suppose you can,” Sirius smiled, and Y/N thought she saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes. She shook the thought out of her head and turned to walk back inside, but paused at the door. “Hey, Sirius?” she asked, turning to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “Do you think.. do you think it would be okay if we said ‘hi’ to each other, like in the halls at school?” she asked sheepishly. Sirius chuckled and grinned brightly, “I think I would like that.” Y/N grinned back. “Me too. Have fun, don’t get thrown out,” she quipped. “Can’t make any promises. You try not to get brainwashed in there,” he gave her a wink, and with a smile, Y/N returned to the party.

After another hour or so of mingling, it was time for dinner to be served. Y/N was grateful for all of her training in hosting, as she was able to mindlessly chatter away while her mind was lingering on her conversation with Sirius. She discreetly looked for him, while everyone was gathered to eat, but if he came inside for dinner, he was seated in a different room, because Y/N didn’t see him. Peter didn’t talk much, only answered questions he was asked directly, and Y/N did the same. Their parents did most of the talking, and for that, Y/N was grateful. The longer she sat at the dinner table, the more drained she felt. After dessert was served, Margaux clinked her spoon to her glass and everyone fell silent. “Everyone, if you would please gather in the ballroom once you have finished your dessert. Peter has an announcement he would like to make,” She announced. “Mimkey, will you please relay the message to the guests dining in the other rooms?” Y/M/N instructed the house elf. “Of course, master. Mimkey will go now!” she exclaimed, running off to the next room.

Y/N knew what was about to happen. She swallowed her nerves and dabbed her mouth one last time before gracefully standing up, pushing her chair in, and making her way to the ballroom. She stopped in the hallway for just a moment, looking in a decorative mirror to check her makeup one last time before the main event. It was in pristine condition, of course. Magical makeup was charmed to not budge, only coming off with a charmed facecloth. Y/N knew that, but she enjoyed the opportunity to stall, if just for a few seconds. As she made her way down the hallway that lead to the ballroom, Y/N found her thoughts drifting back to Sirius. She wondered if his parents dragged him here to save face and show a united family, or if he had snuck in under the guise of his family’s invitation. Of course, if he had snuck in, he would have to have a reason for why he even wanted to be there. He said himself, he couldn’t stand these people. Why would he want to come to a formal party and be surrounded by them? No, his family must have brought him along.

Once all of the guests were gathered in the ballroom, all but one, it seemed, Peter cleared his throat. “I appreciate everyone’s attendance tonight, it means a lot to my family as well as the Y/L/N’s. As you all know, Y/N and I have been promised to each other since we were children. We have spent the last few months beginning the process of planning for the wedding, but we missed one important step that I would like to take tonight,” He announced. Peter gracefully sank down onto one knee and pulled a dark blue velvet box out of his pocket. “Y/N Y/L/N, we were chosen for each other long before we got the chance to meet. But now that we have met, and had the opportunity to spend some time together, I would like you to know that I am choosing you, for myself. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Peter took the ring out of the box and held it up to Y/N.

The wave of “awww!” and “oh, how sweet!” reminded Y/N that this whole evening was about theatrics. It was all fake, of course, all for show. Tonight was the most amount of time they had spent together, and they had been so busy talking to guests, they barely had the opportunity to talk to each other. But of course, the show must go on, so Y/N put on the most dazzling smile she could. “Yes, I will,” She agreed, loud enough for all of the guests to hear. Everyone broke out in a polite round of applause as Peter slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger and stood up. The photographers were ushered to the front of the crowd to take pictures of Y/N and Peter, and from then on, the night was a blur.

Soon, the Williamses and the Y/L/N’s were waving the guests goodbye, until they were the only six people left. “Darling, the adults have planning to do, why don’t you take Peter to the conservatory, show him all of those plants you’ve been working on?” Y/M/N suggested. “Of course, mother. Peter, come this way,” Y/N offered Peter her hand, and he gently took it, letting her lead the way through the massive house to the room with glass walls. The pair were silent until they reached their destination and Y/N spoke up. “This is our conservatory, although over the last two years, I’ve turned it more into a glorified plant room,” Y/N announced. “I wouldn’t call herbology a passion of mine, but I do enjoy taking care of the plants when I’m stuck at home for the summer,” she admitted. Peter gave a small smile and a light nod. “Due to how delicate some of the plants are, this room is always strictly off-limits to guests, but I guess you’re family now, so...” Y/N trailed off. Peter squeezed her hand gently before letting it go.

“They’re lovely,” he assured her. The two were silent for a few minutes as Peter walked around, admiring Y/N’s plants. “I got a dog,” he finally spoke up. “I’m sorry?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “When I was in school,” he clarified. “I didn’t have the patience for plants, so I convinced my parents to let me get a dog,” He told her. “I know how insufferable summers can get in between school years. You go on a vacation for two weeks, and then your father is expected back to work and you’re stuck sitting at home for the next six weeks. It’s painfully boring,” he admitted. Y/N laughed, feeling almost relieved that he could relate to her. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe they let you get a dog, I tried that when I was thirteen all the way to when I was fifteen and my mother would not budge. She refused to have a ‘smelly, loud, fowl beast’ in the house,” she shared. “I had so much energy, all the time. I think they just wanted me out of their hair,” Peter told her. “During school, I had quidditch and parties, and whatnot to keep me occupied but when I came home, there just wasn’t enough to keep me active. I would have so much pent up energy, I thought I was going to explode,” Peter laughed fondly.

“Damn, if I had only been more hyperactive,” Y/N joked. “That’s the key to it, should have known,” Peter shrugged playfully. “No, in all honesty it’s okay. For me, it was more about companionship. I would feel terribly lonely at times, and I just wanted a friend to have around at all times. Eventually I talked her into letting me get a cat, but I had to train it not to jump on the counters. Do you know how hard it is to train a cat?” Y/N laughed. “That sounds like one of the most difficult things I’ve ever heard,” he agreed, and then he spoke up softly, “I didn’t know you had a cat.” “Oh, uh, yeah. Her name is Desdemona, after the character in ‘Othello’. Her nickname is Mona,” Y/N told him. “Didn’t know you liked Shakespeare, either,” Peter admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, he had a few plays that I wouldn’t care to read twice, but for the most part, yeah, he’s brilliant,” Y/N smiled faintly.

“Excuse me if this is out of line, but...” Peter hesitated. “Isn’t it just a little bit ridiculous that our parents threw this whole party with the expectation of us to act like we know each other at all? I’m prepared to marry you, and get to know you in time, but all of these theatrics? For what?” he asked. Y/N couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “That’s... not out of line at all,” Y/N assured him, “I’ve been asking myself that same question all night. But... It’s really comforting to hear that you feel the same way.” “I don’t know about your parents, but mine love a good dinner party,” Peter suggested. “Oh, mine do, too. They love to play the role of welcoming hosts. But I have a good feeling your parents just like to have an excuse to brag about you,” Y/N told him. “What can I say?” Peter shrugged dramatically. “They were blessed with the perfect child,” he declared. “Yeah, alright. Don’t get too far up there on your high horse,” Y/N laughed, nudging him playfully.

“Peter, it’s time to say goodbye!” Margaux’s voice rang down the hall, herself and Gerald appearing in the doorway moments later. “I’ll be seeing you,” Peter smiled, and Y/N smiled in return. “Peter!” his mother scolded, “That is no way to leave your financée!” Peter stood facing Y/N with his back to his mother. He playfully rolled his eyes to Y/N and she had to stifle a laugh, before Peter obeyed his mother and took a few steps toward Y/N and leaning down to press a kiss on her cheek. “Have a good night,” he told her. “You, too, Peter. Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Williams,” Y/N called to the family. “Goodnight, Dear,” Margaux replied, and with that, the three of them left and the night was finally over.

#champagne problems #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #young!sirius black #harry potter fanfiction #marauders #young!sirius black x reader #marauders imagine #star crossed lovers #star crossed sirius black #star crossed sirius #arranged marriage au #harry potter fandom #young! marauders

[nightmyst14-blog]

The Lost Legendary Pt 1

Part one to the October/ Halloween Arc. I'm probably gonna keep this going for the whole month of October. Hope you enjoy!!

Setting: A Class sleepover was being held at the Natural History Museum, hosted by Eclair along with the help of Tea Knight. The old knight was telling an old scary story to the kids.

Tea Knight: *speaks* The fight led on, crumpled bodies of cookies littered the battlefield, drained of jam. The sorcerer looked ahead, facing what caused such a massacre.

In the middle of the field, a large great beast stood over them as it drained another cookie. Its body stretched up to the sky, its fur as dark as the coldest night. Its fangs as big as longswords gleamed in the darkness, snarling at the sorcerer. Its many eyes glared at them, hissing.

Sorcerer: *summons a magic spell*  *Back into the dark depths you go, Beast!!”

Tea Knight: *speaks* The large dark furred monster let out a piercing screech, as chains were wrapped around its furred body. It goes to fight off its magic, breathing blasts of darkness everywhere. Its wings knocked the trees around them, making the sky a piercing red.

It struggles, howling as it was dragged down, its body twisting and turning onto a cloud of darkness in order to escape, but to no avail. It soon locked into a large coffin, a large lock placed in order to keep the beast inside.

Then-

Straw. Crepe: *interrupts* Borrrringgg!!

Gingerbrave: Hush!!

*Tea Knight looked up his book, seeing the child.*

Tea Knight: *raises an eyebrow* Yes?

Straw. Crepe: That’s a bad story. 

Strawberry: *hugging a plushie* I-It is kinda scary…

Walnut: nah!! I heard way more scary stories from my uncle’s partner.

Cream Puff: Y-Yeah! *She says as she sits in her sleeping bag.*

Eclair: *walks in holding a tray of apple cider* Well, its just a story based on a myth.

Tea Knight: *nods* According to myth, the beast that the sorcerer fought was said to be as old as the Sugar Swan, being its sworn enemy to fight against for all eternity. A creature made of the first drops of darkness and the oldest fermented sour grapes. The great Scuppernong beast, it was called.

Gingerbrave: Woah!! That’s gotta be.. Like, a million years!!

Wizard: W-well, based on what we know of the Sugar Swan, it must be older than that.

Cream Puff: *nervous* I-Is it real? 

Tea Knight: No dear. I doubt it. No such thing has ever been found. People think that it was probably a made-up tale made to scare children. The Natural History Museum had made it into a exhibit though, even with a replica of the same coffin that contained the beast.

Eclair: *hands out the mugs of cider* Yes, though..

Strawberry: What is it, Mr. Eclair?

Eclair: *scratches his forehead.* Well.. Vampire is not really a fan of that story when I told it.

Wizard: *confused* Vampire Cookie, Papa? 

Eclair: *nods* Oui. Well, I once told the story at a fall festival, and he made an outburst, saying that “That’s not what happened!!” or “You got it all wrong!!” 

Straw. Crepe: What a weirdo.

Eclair: Well, he is the town drunk… But never mind that. Its almost 11:30. Time for bed.

*the kids whine and groan a bit, not feeling tired at all.*

Walnut: But Mr. Eclair..

Tea Knight: Now now, you heard the museum instructor. Its time for you young ones to sleep.

Eclair: *nods* Yes, I have work to finish with Blueberry Pie and your parents will be coming to pick you up in the morning. I will need you all up by 9:30 then.

*The kids reluctantly agree, soon climbing into their sleeping bags.*

Wizard: Night Papa. *He said, taking off his hat.*

Walnut, Cream Puff, Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Straw. Crepe: Goodnight, Mr. Eclair!!

Eclair: *smiles* Goodnight young ones. See you all in the morning. *He dims the lights before shutting the door behind him.*

*the kids nestle up in their sleeping bags, looking around the room, reading a book or playing a game. After 20 minutes, Strawberry. Crepe sits up.*

Straw. Crepe: I wanna go check out that exhibit!

Gingerbrave: *sits up* Me too!!

Wizard: *Looks up from his book* But Papa said we need to go to bed.*

Walnut: *giggles* C’mon Wizard!! Have some adventure!!

Cream Puff: well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look..

Strawberry: *nervous* W-what if we get caught??

Straw. Crepe: Its just a quick look. What are you scared that the Scuppernong Beast will get you?? *They teased*

Strawberry: *whines* S-stop…

Walnut: Guys, Mister Tea Knight only said it was a myth. It's not like it's an actual creature.

Gingerbrave: C’mon guys!! One quick look.

Wizard: *sighs angrily.* Fine. But after this, we’re going straight to bed!

Walnut: Yay! Let’s go!!

*The group of children head out of the room, going to find the Scuppernong Beast Exhibit.*

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #eclair cookie #tea knight cookie #gingerbrave #strawberry cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #walnut cookie #wizard cookie #cream puff cookie

[smolghostbot]

OC Intros: Patchwork Melody

(Remaking this since the OG post was really only accurate for their first meeting and I've had a lot of fun expanding their relationship beyond that point. Also the OG formatting sucked sorry I'm bad at this)

Patch (They/He/Any but It) is an extremely anxious, mute borrower, (by trade, not species) with the saddest wettest backstory possible, to maybe be told later. Their story starts when they find themself being "aided" (captured) by a human who thinks of them as the poorest, cutest little creature in need of a guardian. Since they can't vocalize, and their writing system is radically different from the one used by humans, communication is a problem. Over time, they begin to work through their trauma around humans, helped as their relationship with this newest human changes over the course of a few years, from captor to friend to partner.

Patch isn't their real name, but it's a nickname given to them since they can't exactly say their real one. Their true name is something of the big mystery of the story.

Melody, aka Mel (She/They) is a huge fan of the supernatural and paranormal who stumbles upon a weak and fearful little fae-looking creature one morning, and takes it upon herself to be their caretaker and guardian. Her sometimes off-putting and overbearing personality makes the start of this newfound friendship a bit strained. Over time, Melody takes a massive level in kindness as she learns to respect her new friend's boundaries, and starts to appreciate Patch as a person rather than a spectacle.

Five Fun Facts about each of them:

Patch:

They're allergic to citrus fruits but don't understand allergies (Doesn't everybody think oranges are spicy?)

Their favorite foods are strawberries and chocolate. Discovering Neapolitan ice cream was basically the highlight of their life.

Totally normal about television (It lets them see so much of the world… they've only ever lived within like three city blocks). Easily the best way to get their mind off things is to set them in front of a nature documentary.

Their backpack and scarf were gifts from their parents, and are their most prized possessions because of that. The backpack is actually made of denim, so it's (relatively) extremely durable.

Actually a skilled poet and wordsmith… not that it's readable to humans. Their specialty is a form of poem similar to a haiku that has the same number of characters on every line.

Melody:

The red eyes and iridescent hair are (obviously) contacts and dye, her natural eye color is a hazel and her hair is a very light brown. Seeing her without contacts confused the hell out of Patch the first time.

One of those kids who went hard for Halloween as a kid, they dressed as various fictional wizards every single year, and only stopped when they went to college.

Actively tries to follow fae rules and superstitions when talking to strangers, even before meeting Patch. One of those people who gets genuinely anxious when a customer service person says "May I have your name?"

She has a degree in classical mythology and folklore. Needless to say, it doesn't get much use other than putting them in debt.

Owns a Switch but only sometimes plays RPGs and strategy games. They'd be a massive Tabletop RPG buff if they had any friends to play with…

#oc tag: patch #oc tag: mel #patchwork melody #g/t ocs #g/t #giant/tiny

[dareers-horniness]

Teacher Tattling

You had requested a meeting with the Wizarding School of Dark Magic to discuss the matters of their teachings.

It had come to your attention that they were teaching their students illegal magic. Magic such as temporal spells and even reality-bending magic.

While you had already put the problem forward to the Council of High Magic, you figured you'd meet with him and get him to right his wrongs BEFORE he was put on the stand in front of the council. Something to maybe lessen his punishment if he cooperated.

You came armed with your wand, in case he tried to pull any shenanigans. Though you were certain he wouldn't. The dragon was certainly out of his league when it came to challenging your 20 years as the headmaster of your own college, one that outshined his by a mile.

Avrum Specter padded up to you in the vacant magic hall. 

"So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Sir?" The dragon chuckled.

Not only had he gone through the college you were running when he was a whelp. Avrum also happened to be in your class when he was there, something he clearly was enjoying now.

The black dragon wore a much darker robe than you did, his plum-colored attire showing off the devious nature of the magic he taught, especially when compared to the sky blue and white robes you toted around your toned vulpine form.

Despite being his senior, you still matched the dragon's muscles.

"Avrum, I have put in a notice to the Council of High Magic regarding your illegal teachings." You began, trying to push aside the haughty expression on his face.

"If you go and admit to them your wrong-doings, they may give you a lightened punishment, even allowing you to keep your school!"

His eyes seemed to twitch at the actions you had just confided to him, as if a combination of caught-off guard and furious.

But he quickly lightened up, his scowl fading and his arms crossing as, unbeknownst to you, he began tapping his robe with his glowing wand.

"Oh? And would this happen to be the accusations of my teaching reality-bending spells to my students? Something that we ALL know is illegal to teach? That YOU taught me never to practice or else it might disrupt the flow of magic?" He prodded, his wand glowing brighter.

You still took no notice of his wand, however, focusing only on his words, all the while, you failed to notice how your clothing shifted. The wand in your paw warped, bulging out into a new object.

"Of course it is! You have been hiding your evasion of the rules for too long!" You protested.

"So I told the big boys in the Magic Council that you were teaching naughty magic and being a rude bully! And you're gonna get in a lot of trouble!" You reprimanded the dragon, his wand still sweeping changes across your form.

Your tipped shoes puffed up alongside your underwear.

"You certainly did tattle on me, huh, Sir? Though I can admit to my wrong-doings! I have used some time magic and even a little bit of reality-warping! But it ONLY affects the inexperienced furs that I use it on! Everyone else still thinks they should be a big boy even if they don't!" He confessed.

You listened to his words, still on the verge of fussing, when something occurred to you.

"Hm... somethings off here..." You pondered aloud, tapping your chin with a rattle as you stood before Avrum in the poofy-seated fleece onesie that replaced your experienced wizard robes.

"Oh yeah!" You exclaimed. "I haven't filled my diapee yet!" You announced before squatting, your bare, toned legs tensing as you dipped lower and balled your fists up, clutching your rattle.

Your red and orange tail flagged, a large flow of muck filling your diaper.

You held a slightly bothered look on your muzzle as your face scrunched up.

You were filling your diaper in front of such a big, RENOWNED wizard! It should have been embarrassing, but it felt SO good!

Your sky blue onesie bulged out the back, effortful grunts still sounding. The squishy warmth filling your diaper just felt PERFECT! NORMAL, even!

And of course it did! You were just an overgrown, pamper-packing fox kit after all!

You sighed and unclenched your paws, falling back onto your hefty seat with a squish and a sound from your rattle.

'Hehe. That sound was fun!' You thought, attempting to recreate it with a smurshing of your seat and a shake of your rattle.

You gave a not-so-childish-sounding chortle at the noises and the feelings, looking up at the big dragon wizard who padded behind you, forgetting his threat.

"So, I suppose that you won't have anything else to say to the Council of High Magic? Other than how mushy and stinky your diapers are, of course." Avrum chuckled, giving your bulging onesie seat a nudge with his paw.

You simply giggled.

"Uh huh! I go'd poopy in my pants!"

#mental regression #furry #messy diapers #hypnosis #dragons #Fox #Wizards #Magic

[askastarion]

{ first time doing this lol, probably OOC}

Christopher looks up from his spell book as his teal eyes study the pale elf, after the tadpole problem he can't seem to recall who he is. His mocha-coloured lips twitched into a soft smile, he had fallen for Astarion's charms, he knew the elf was putting up a facade but who could blame him? He knew he was lying at times too, all of his new companions miss took him as an 'Aasimar' whatever that was, and he knew that eventually he would have to explain his odd behaviour.

"You never told us what class you are?" Gale said as the wizard leaned closer toward the 'Aasimar', "You can cast spells but I've never seen you prepare your spells," the wizard said.

Christoper's gaze moved from Astarion to Gale, "Well I'm a sorcerer, I just keep a journal with me," he lied as he snapped his spell book closed. Christopher felt his pale red wings ruffle as he felt a chill breeze pass.

{this is probably cringe but cringe is dead so who cares, *said the person who is going to regret this interaction later*}

"Oh Gale, leave the poor Dove alone!" Astarion called, waving his arm in their direction. He was sitting, or rather laying, on one of the benches near his tent, with one leg crossed over the other and propped vertically against one of his tent posts. He held a book above his head, lazily scanning the lines. Ever since leaving the callous embrace of his master, where he was forced to stand straight and obedient even as he was having the flesh of his back ripped apart, he was enjoying the luxury of improper behaviour.

His head lolled in their direction, and he flashed a smile."Who cares what 'class' he is. Honestly, you wizard types always have to put a name to everything. If Lae'zel decided to put down her big sword and shoot at someone from a shadow, could she be a rogue too?" He hummed and dropped his book on the ground. "Though I admit there is a certain flair involved. Not all of us can simply read in a tower for our skills. Some need a natural charm."

"Anyway, you're bothering him. What does it matter, as long as he can throw a ball of fire hot enough to melt someone's face off at 60 feet?"

#you're valid! u can always come ask whatever u want i love a good prompt #we make dreams come true here at askastarion ltd lol #featherrrrrr #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #rp

[weirdlet]

On the one hand, kind of a ‘normal’ session, in that we just went into a dungeon, did our thing, and got through it.  On the other hand- by golly, we got through a THING.

Scrabbled our way out of the blue dragon’s lair and hightailed it for the woods outside town- we needed to breathe and recuperate and just not have anything chewing on us for a day or so.  We set up camp and traded round-robin puns for inspiration and to come down from the heights of adrenaline, healed up and took watches.  

Our newest member, Maeve the paladin, took first watch- she doesn’t quite trust us yet, which, ya know, fair.  On her turn, she found that very nearby, there was a pond with several elk sleeping peacefully alongside it- a beautiful sight, but a little nervewracking because it meant we hadn’t cleared the perimeter properly.  Those elk could have been anything. But nothing else happens.  We sleep the night, start in the morning fresh and full of hitpoints.  Maeve knows where the other dragon’s lair is, and we skirt through the town just enough to see that all the blue kobolds have dropped dead through the night.  The red kobolds are still running rampant, and do not seem discomfited by the deaths of the blues. So we get to the lair- and Phillip.  Dear, darling Phillip... holds aloft the eyes we took from the blue dragon and proclaims in draconic that we’ve come to give tribute and pledge ourselves to the mighty dragon Redbrand.  This gets the gathering crowd of kobold archers to hold off until the big resonant voice says ‘let the Glass-Staff greet them’.  We are in.

We get into the initial tunnel, which is- somehow leading us down into the depths of a volcanic lava tube.  The Glass-Staff greets us- a half-elven mage holding the titular glass staff.  Glory rolls insight to see what we can tell about this guy.

Natural 20.

DM’s Note: You personally know this guy.  Eighth level wizard, half-elf, you’ve met.

“Hey, Jimmy!”

He looks offended.  “Don’t call me that- we did one White Sails mission together, and that was years ago.  Why are you here?” “Oh don’t be like that- we were in the neighborhood, thought we’d pledge our allegiance to the biggest baddest dragon around.  How’ve you been?” “Oh yes, you’ve been in the neighborhood- I’ve heard stories about the winged tiefling, the mighty tortle, the dragonborn, and the rest... going around killing dragons.  One might- *question* the likelihood of this being a friendly visit-” “Nonsense!  We were proving ourselves worthy and cleaning up as ordered and the one was actually a hit job ordered by a much larger green dragon-” and Glory keeps running off at the mouth until we’re over a bridge and Phillip says “Oh no!  Hold on, I’ll save you!” and shoves Jimmy over into the lava while Lady Ravenleaf stone-shapes the tunnel shut behind us, sealing out the backup kobolds.

Splash, sizzle, mage-hand the shiny new staff. “Alas, poor Jimmy, your dick was not nearly as big as you liked to think it was,” is Glory’s final lament for him, and then we set to fighting brigands and kobolds and a dragon’s-blood ooze.  That last one sprayed plasma all over the place that not only burned like awful but weakened the stonework, and so we had to be really careful.  But we managed to mop them all up, clear through the barracks that had an alchemy lab with bubbling potions and the winnings of an actually nice-stakes cardgame on the table.

If we’d managed to roll better we might have gotten more than one healing potion out of that bubbling still, but the heads and tails were just too unpredictable.  Still, never hurts to have one more.

The Wand of the Hidden reveals secret doors, two of them, and we go for the one and never bother with the other despite the GM silently screaming- feeling intense heat behind the one, we figure it *might* be lava- but we hear voices behind it, speaking in dwarvish.  My guess, Azer- but because there’s people speaking behind it, we kind of assume that there won’t be a sudden rush of lava if we open the door. Glory undoes the traps, and we’re right, it’s not a rush, more of a slow creep of lava inching at our toes- but there’s the azer, and then there’s the DRAGON.

A cone of rime frost gets us a pathway across the lava field.  Our various resistences and a couple of potions keep us from all dying of heat immediately.  And some of us being bold and stupid to the point of suicidal, we just divebomb this fucking dragon that’s howling in fury and calling for its kobolds to aid him.

Our mages had literally just gotten Frost Rime and Hold Monster.  We get four rounds of paralyzed dragon, punching attack after attack into him- only for him to completely fail to bleed, while all around us kobolds are popping like gadflies.  This adds into another thing that’s been creeping up into our notice- all these dragons we’ve fought have been young dragons.  Normally not of a size to be worthy of worship by kobolds or others- something else is going on that’s giving them power and prestige.  This is some separate magic hitching the dragon’s lifeforce to his kobolds, and vice-versa- but we’ll have to investigate that further later, right now there’s a whole lot of angry personified teenaged VOLCANO trying to bite our faces off.

Glory drops a bag of ballbearings, Ravenleaf stoneshapes the reserve tunnel shut- Maeve the paladin gets burnt near to cinders, then manifests some stigmata of the Broken God and heals herself, and Glory is definitely going to talk with her later.  But she as a new player is learning the great fun that is Paladin Going Nova For Fun And Profit, and she chews a huge chunk of hitpoints out of this dragon just as he’s getting his legs back under him.

The dragon rears back.  Glory pushes off the wall, augers up under the ribs with his sword aforethought, and punctures something important as Redbrand collapses wheezing and dying into the six inches of lava below.

At this point the session has gone a half-hour over, so we are left with the knowledge that all the other kobolds are in the process of dropping dead, there is a proper hoard to dig into, and that next week we are leveling to eighth, baby.

Apparently we were supposed to give up on the hot door, go around the other way, clear a lot of hitpoint-reserve kobolds and not do the entire fight ass-backwards.  Still, we survived!

Gotta remember to ask Ravenleaf in character if she actually wants to marry Neverember’s wastrel son, and figure out how to stop the wedding once we rescue him.

#Glory's Travails

[thesunshineriptide]

In Which a Fish Swims Away from it’s School

Characters: Howl, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Malleus (Mentioned), Grim (mentioned)

Cw// threats of violence, swearing, Jade Leech typical behavior, Azul Ashengrotto typical behavior, Floyd Leech typical behavior, mentions of food, accidental misgendering (non malicious)

“Octavinelle,” the mirror spoke, “yes, that would suit you well.”

Crowley hurriedly tugged on their arm, “Off with your dorm, then. You mustn’t be late.”

The groups were abuzz with gossip as they left, yet Octavinelle was remarkably silent as they were guided down the halls to their new home for the year.

It was Jade who approached Howl first, eyeing Grim who slept silently in their arms. “If I may ask,” he began.

“I mean, you’ll probably ask either way, so go ahead.” Howl mumbled back, eyes trained on the halls.

Jade laughed softly, leaning in closer, “Out of curiosity, what made you choose Octavinelle?”

Howl shrugged, “vibes.”

Jade nearly faltered, “Vibes?”

Howl nodded, “Mhmm. Red haired boy looked like he had a stick up his ass, the Catboy looked bored. The other silver haired guy looked…way to excited, blond beauty looked bitchy, I could get a read on the tablet, and the little emo guy looked…hmm, sketchy?”

Jade asked quietly a moment, “And your read on Azul?”

“Who’s that?” Howl finally turned to look at him.

“The housewarden, the one you picked.”

“Ah,” Howl hummed as they got closer to the entrance, “definitely sketchy, but in a different way. Eh…slimy? I suppose?” They tilted their head in thought, “I’m from a city called Chicago, he reminds me of home in that respect.”

Jade hummed, “How sweet.”

Howl let out a full laugh, shaking their head. It caught people nearby off guard, “No, no. Chicago is known for uh, hmm…it certainly has a reputation. All the politicians are crooked, and there’s a lot of, uh, gang activity.” They reached a hand to carefully scratch behind Grim’s ears, “The devil that you know verses the devil that you don’t, you feel?”

Jade nodded sagely, his face reading nothing as they finally entered Mostro Lounge. “I look forward to seeing more of you, Howl Pendragon.”

Howl shrugged, “You too, I guess. I didn’t catch your name?”

“My Apologies, truly I am a fan of formal introductions, but I simply couldn’t wait to meet you. My name is Jade Leech, my twin brother,” he turned to point at someone nearly identical to him, but mirrored in every way, “is Floyd Leech. We work with Azul. I am the vice housewarden of Octavinelle.” He grinned sharply, something dark glinting in his eye, “If you have any need, don’t hesitate to come to me. I would be glad to be of assistance.”

Howl hummed, nodded, then said, “Will do, sailor. Hey, one last question - are your teeth naturally that sharp, or do you file them?”

Jade’s face dropped for a moment, only to respond with a chuckle and a shake of his head as turned and walked toward Azul.

As if the interdimensional Wizard couldn’t be any more troublesome, upon arriving in Octavinelle and checking to make sure everyone was there, Azul growled when he realized they were mysteriously missing.

“Jade?” He asked tightly, “Where is the one with the cat?”

Jade looked up from his place behind the bar, an eyebrow raised, “He isn’t here?”

Floyd decided to jump in at this very moment, “Oh, I saw him snag a couple cookies and wander off. Seemed like he were lookin’ for something.”

Azul turned to him, whispering, “Please, go find our new, ah, guest. We can’t have someone missing on the very first day.”

Floyd shrugged, “‘m sure he’s fine, how much trouble could one little fish get up to?”

Jade and Azul looked at him with matching deadpan expressions.

“I remember one little fish getting into quite some trouble last year,” Jade hummed, “If I recall, his name was Floyd Leech.”

“Hey!” Floyd cried indignantly, “I’m not a little fish. I’m a big fish. And it was that stupid mirror’s fault for tryina put you in Pomefiore instead of Octavinelle.”

Azul adjusted his glasses, “Floyd, go find the student please.”

“I don’t wanna.” Floyd said, “Sounds so boring.”

Azul barely contained his anger, “Do you want to sit up straight for six hours again? Because I won’t hesitate to use my magic to make you.”

The mer-eel frowned, putting down his drink with a glare, “Fine, I’ll go find the little guppy. I’m sure they’d let me have fun.”

It took Floyd maybe twenty minutes before he found Howl, who walked up to him with a smile, “Ah, Jade- wait, no, oh shit what did he say your name was…F…rock and roll band from the ninties…Floyd! Hi Floyd.” Howl grinned, leaning in, “Taking a breather?”

Floyd tilted his head, “You’re awfully cheery for someone who’s breaking the rules,” he said, grinning down with full malice, “Do you know what happens to fishies who stray from their school?”

“They get eaten.” Howl said confidently, still smiling, “Let me guess, you’re here to retrieve me?”

“Correct-a-mundo, lil fish. And since Azul sent me, that means I get to squeeze you~” he giggled gleefully, towering over Howl.

Howl didn’t seemed fazed, though, instead turning to pull something from their pocket. Floyd stopped leaning to watch with interest as Howl pulled out…

A cookie.

But not a cookie from mostro lounge.

“Where did you get that?” As Floyd’s immediate question.

“Oh! I heard earlier that Diasomnia’s housewarden didn’t make it to the opening ceremony, so I snagged a cookie to sneak out and give to him. Turns out he never got the memo, and in exchange for the cookie and a quick chat, he gave me a cookie in return!” Howl smiled brightly at Floyd, “Here. I didn’t mean to trouble you into chasing after me, and I think you’ve earned a treat.”

Floyd took it carefully. It was a sugar cookie, delicately decorated with candied rose petals and sugar crystals.

“This doesn’t mean you’re gettin’ out of punishment,” Floyd said, biting into the cookie.

Howl shrugged, “Figured as much, since Jade said Azul’s the housewarden and he’s his vice housewarden. But still, cookies make chores better.”

Floyd ate the cookie and, yeah, he did feel better. Much less inclined to squeeze the shit out of Howl, but still pretty pumped to pummel them.

“Eh, alright, c’mon escape artist. Azul will have my head if we aren’t back soon.”

Howl nodded, “Fair enough. I was tryina slip back in before anyone noticed I was gone, guess I failed at that.”

“Miserably.” Floyd laughed, “You really gotta keep better track of time.”

The pair arrived back at the dorm to be met with a very pissed off looking Housewarden, and a mildly amused Jade Leech.

Floyd leaned over and whispered, “You should run. It’d be fun to chase you.”

Howl laughed, turning to say something back before Azul cut them off.

“Do you think breaking my rules is funny?”

Howl looked back, eyes full of amusement and smile full of sarcasm, “I was actually laughing at what Floyd said. But I do think that your pissed off expression is pretty funny. You stand like a Karen yelling at a manager for a refund when you’re mad.” They giggled, covering their mouth with their hand.

Azul could have sworn he was seeing red as he took out his pen, flicking a spell at them. In an instant, their muscles seized and they found they couldn’t move, eyes growing wide for just a moment before relaxing, holding a pretty impressive poke face. Too bad they already gave away their alarm.

Azul stepped closer, eyes narrow as he stood toe to toe with them. He leaned in and whispered, “This will be your one and only warning from me. Obey my rules, or you will be in for a world of pain.”

Howl might have laughed if they hadn’t been bound by his magic, instead their eyes flicked nervously to Jade, who kept a nonchalant, impassive face as he looked back. They tried to see Floyd, but he was out of view. Instead, they turned and locked eyes with Azul, an awful smirk blooming on their lips.

“Okie dokie, daddy.” They said, batting their eyes in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Azul’s magic faltered and Howl stepped back, now wearing a shit eating grin.

“Floyd, please deal with this…” he waved a hand vaguely, trying to cal, himself.

Howl and Floyd locked eyes for a moment before Howl shrugged and said, “Let’s have some fun.” Then began sprinting away.

They could not outrun Floyd.

#howls moving house #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #octatrio #twst howl #twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #howl is AFAB but identifies as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. but goes to an all boys school so everyone uses he/him #Azul loses his absolute shit #also howl is just as fucking moody as Floyd just differently

[undyingembers]

Baron(ess) as a Companion - Katala

I refurbished @dragonologist-phd​‘s Commander as a Companion prompt and applied it to my Kingmaker Baroness. Hope you enjoy!

Baron(ess) as a Companion

Name: Katala

Race: Human (half Ulfen, half Kellid)

Class: Barbarian (Mad Dog)

Appearance:

A very tall and muscle-bound young woman with tawny scarred skin. Her long brown hair is interspaced with tiny braids. She has more than a few scars on her body, but the most notable ones are the one going along her right cheek and the “v” over her right eyebrow. Her eyes are large and brown.

She dresses mostly in red, green, and brown. She prefers leather/hide armor that shows off her muscles. On closer inspection, one can also notice a myriad of druidic talismans on her pack and belt. She also wears a necklace with a carved eagle pendant at all times.

Favored Weapon/Equipment:

Light armor (to take advantage of high dex and barbarian speed), sword, and shield

She is almost always accompanied by a rather large dog named Hunter. Hunter is a mutt with pointy ears, large paws, and a fluffy grey coat. He is almost as loud and cheerful as his mistress, always bounding around and panting happily. When in battle, he and Katala are vicious together, almost acting as one on the battlefield.

Top Skills:

Athletics, Mobility, and Lore (Nature)

Alignment:

Chaotic Good

General Personality:

Bombastic and cheerful, Katala doesn’t take any half-measures. She’s always light-hearted and ready to fight evil. She laughs hard and parties hard. She is also super confident in herself, but that confidence does not come from arrogance or boastfulness. She’s strong and hot, and she knows it.

Some say she has more confidence than sense. It is true that she will not hesitate to throw herself into battle or step up when a wrong is being committed or party hard when the occasion calls for cheer, and it is not unheard of to take great—and some would say foolhardy—personal risks. However, it would be a mistake to underestimate her. She can be quite crafty when she needs to be, and often chimes in with unexpected insights. Her time with the druids has left her with an above average Wisdom score.

What traits/values do they admire?

Bravery, kindness, lightheartedness, and fondness for nature/animals

What traits/values do they disapprove of?

Cowardice, cruelty, and indifference

Are they affiliated with any deities?

She worships Cayden Cailean. Kingmaker doesn’t make as big deal about gods if your character isn’t a cleric, but she will reference Cayden the same way Ekun references Torag and Octavia and Regongar reference Calistria. Katala chose Cayden because, of all the gods, the Lucky Drunk just seemed more relatable. Katala is a reverent woman, but she is aware that the gods are not completely infallible, and she likes that Cayden seems to be the most honest about his strengths and shortcomings.

Who are their friends among the other party members?

Linzi – Katala loves the little bard. Katala is so excited to be in a book, and Linzi is in absolute awe of the barbarian hero. Katala is also super protective of Linzi. Anyone who tries to mess with her is in for a world of hurt.

Octavia – They both get along very well. Katala admires Octavia’s kind heart, and they both hate slavers and jailors. Octavia just loves the stories that Katala tells of her adventures. The wizard is glad that Katala got to live such a life of freedom.

Tristian – Though Katala doesn’t agree with Tristian’s views on giving her enemies a chance of redemption, she does admire him for holding those views and feels that he is worth protecting because of it. Tristian in turn also deeply admires Katala for her bravery and good heart. However, whenever Katala talks about standing up to evil and not standing by and letting others get hurt, it does sting quite a lot for him, considering the circumstances he’s in right now.

Amiri – Two barbarian ladies: hell yeah! Katala spends a lot of time with Amiri sparring, racing, competing, drinking, all fun stuff. The only problem comes from the fact that Katala doesn’t embrace the barbarian trope of “fighting just for the sake of fighting”. Katala is actually a very friendly woman who only actively looks for fights when it’s to protect someone, which Amiri never understands. As long as Katala can hold her own, Amiri has no problems.

What about rivals?

Valerie – The two women have very different outlooks on life. Valerie is all about duty and following the rules and upholding traditions and the status quo, and Katala is…not. Sometimes Katala and Valerie can work things out and be frenemies instead of actual rivals, but problems can arise if Valerie’s propensity to side with the law leads to people getting hurt.

Nok Nok(?): Katala likes the little guy well enough, but Nok Nok doesn’t trust her dog.

Can they be a kingdom advisor? If so, what sort of course of action do they generally prefer?

Katala can serve as the kingdom’s Warden. Katala will very rarely advise the Baron(ess) to use guards to solve issues with kingdom stability, instead opting for social or infrastructure solutions, much like Ekun does. She’s also very against increasing surveillance or enforcing lockdowns on the people. She even has a nifty third option to when you have to decide between implementing a magic spying network on the people or increasing the guard. If you follow her advice, you should get the best ending for Stability.

Where do they hang out in the capital?

Katala and Hunter will stand outside the tavern. Katala will probably lean against the wall of a nearby house.

In Oleg’s trading post, she will stand just outside the gate.

What are their idle animations?

The standard barbarian idle animations: shaking herself off, drinking from a canteen, swinging her sword, stretching herself out.

How/when do they join the Baron(ess)’s party?

In Chapter 1, when the player and their party explore the world map, they will eventually get an event where they find a small settlement about to be attacked by a group of the Stag Lord’s bandits. Leading the resistance against the bandits is Katala, who is helping the villagers setting up fortifications and facing off against a bandit scout. The scout threatens Katala to back off and let the bandits do what they will with the villagers, as the lands belong to the Stag Lord. Katala responds by shoving a blade through the guy’s face. She and the villagers she had gathered finish the other two lackeys.

After that cutscene, the player can then go talk to her. She’ll cheerfully greet them and tell them that she’s glad to see other adventuring types out in the Stolen Lands. If the player asks her what she’s doing, she’ll tell them that she’s been scouring the Stolen Lands and protecting innocents against the Stag Lord’s bandits and that she’s trying to get this village in a state where they can defend themselves against a small group of cronies. If the player tells her that they plan on going after the Stag Lord himself and ask if she wants to join forces, Katala will be thrilled for a shot at going after the Stag Lord directly and will agree to join. However, she can’t leave the village just yet. They’re expecting another wave of bandits to attack the village, and Katala needs to stay to protect them and will ask for the player’s help. If the player agrees, a combat breaks out with the next wave of bandits. Once they deal with that, Katala will join the party. Otherwise, Katala will stay with the village, and will not be seen again. After a chapter or two goes by, the Baron(ess) will receive word that Katala did manage to save the village by herself, but she’d rather go off on her own.

Describe their companion quest:

Chapter 1 – After the player recruits Katala, when they come back to Oleg’s trading post, they will see Katala and Svetlana in the gardens. Svetlana will bemoan that one of the potato plants seems to have gotten sick and now they might have to throw out the whole batch. Katala will look the plant over and tell her not to give up on it yet, as Katala knows a few techniques to promote health in plants that might save this one. Katala will apply a remedy to the plant and tell Svetlana how to make it. Svetlana will thank Katala and remark that the plant looks better already before heading back inside.

After that, the player is free to ask Katala questions. When asked about herself, Katala will answer honestly and freely. She’ll tell the player that she grew up in a druid compound in Brevoy. She wanted to be a druid herself, but her parents told her that she didn’t have the right “temperament” (read: alignment restrictions). The druids at her compound were very strict on maintaining balance and believed in doing as little interference as possible. Katala never fit in with that mindset, no matter how hard she tried. One day, a nearby village got attacked by bandits. When Katala tried to get her fathers to do something about it, they refused, and the village got ransacked, with almost everyone dead. That was when she decided to break things off with her family and start hunting bandits.

The Baron(ess) can also point out that Hunter doesn’t act like a normal pet, that he behaves more like a druid’s animal companion, to which Katala will find interesting but not get into it too much.

Chapter 2 – Katala will approach the throne and ask the Baron(ess) to come with her to check out this empty and blighted patch of land. If they accept, then a spot will appear on the map not far from the capital that will only be accessible if Katala is in the party. If the party goes there, they find a spot that is almost completely blighted. No patch of grass grows on the ground, dying trees are everywhere, and no animals. One tree in particular looks especially withered and blighted, all shriveled up and covered in parasites.

Katala will express sorrow that this place is in such a sorry state and will thank the Baron(ess) for coming with her. She’ll ask them to help her take some time to do some healing/replanting with the seeds, poultices, and even a few talismans she took from her family’s druid compound. The party spends a couple of hours helping Katala restore that patch of land. For the central tree, Katala notices that it will take a lot to get it back in working order, so she uses the majority of the druid talismans on it to help promote growth and healing. After that, the party gets attacked by a pack of wolves being led by a Worg. After dealing with them, Katala will notice that that some of the non-Worg wolves have not died and are sick. The Baron(ess) can either decide to mercy kill the wolves or allow Katala to treat them. If Katala treats them, they make a remarkable recovery and leave the party alone. The Baron(ess) can note that the wolves recovered remarkably fast under her care, and Katala will be just as confused, but she thanks them for the help, and that part of her quest is done.

Chapter 3 – At some point, Katala’s fathers, Calder and Snorri, and a few of her cousins from the druid compound will come to the capital to visit Katala. Katala seems happy enough to see her family, and the greetings are warm between them, but the Baron(ess) can notice that Katala seems a lot more guarded than she normally is. The druids tell Katala and the Baron(ess) that they saw a beautiful grove on their way to the capital and that they will be staying there while they visit. The Baron(ess) can ask the druids if they would be willing to help out around the barony, but Katala’s fathers refuse, preferring to stay out of other people’s troubles, but they do have things that they are willing to trade for if the Baron(ess) ever visits them with Katala. Katala will voice frustration at their unwillingness to help when the barony is dealing with so many problems. Calder will chide her for her temperament before leaving the capital. The Baron(ess) can ask Katala what that was all about. Katala will give more information about her past. Her family was full of druids, and she was the only one who had not been able to express druidic magic. As she and her cousins grew up, and they started becoming druids, they shunned and ostracized her.

If the Baron(ess) goes back to the grove (it will be the same one that they and Katala restored in her Chapter 2 quest), they will see that the grove has made a remarkable recovery. Grass is starting to grow, animals live there now, even the withered tree is showing signs of recovery. The parasites are gone, and some leaves are starting to bud. As promised, Katala’s family have set up temporary camp in the grove, and the Baron(ess) can interact with Katala’s fathers and buy some druid and barbarian gear from Katala’s cousins. The Baron(ess) can remark to Katala’s parents that they did a great job restoring the grove, to which they will reply that it was already this vibrant when they had found it.

The Baron(ess) can also press Katala’s fathers for more backstory information. Calder will tell the Baron(ess) that Katala had always been a temperamental child, completely incapable of balance, and that when one tries to do druidic magic while their tempers are out of balance, bad things happen. Katala will also at some point call them out on leaving that village to die. Calder and Snorri will brush her off, saying that it happened a long time ago and that they have all moved on.

Chapter 4/5 – Katala will get a missive from her fathers saying that the grove is under attack from bandits. Katala is clearly agitated since she doesn’t think it fair that they think they can ask her for help when they let villagers to die. Despite that, she wants to do the right thing and go rescue her family. If the Baron(ess) agrees, they can set out back to the grove, where the druids are indeed being threatened by bandits. A combat breaks out. Once the party takes care of the bandits, a dialogue between Katala and her dads starts up. Snorri is so glad Katala came and that she is all right. She once again calls them out for not helping that village. Again, they brush it off. The argument actually gets heated, and a storm cloud brews over everyone’s head. The druids get confused, because none of them summoned it, and they were pretty sure that it wasn’t supposed to rain that day. The Baron(ess) can point out that, at various points in their adventure, Katala showed signs of casting minor druid magic, to which everyone is astonished. Calder again warns Katala that her temperament is too dangerous, that the druidic magic is not for her, and that if she wants to master it, she needs to follow their noninterference philosophy. Katala tells her father off. She tried that once, and it just ended with her feeling smothered and miserable.

After that, the Baron(ess) needs to go talk to Katala in the capital. Katala is still raw from her argument with her fathers. After some back and forth, the Baron(ess) can either tell Katala that her fathers are wrong about her temperament getting in the way of her druid magic, or they can ask her why she even wants to be a druid anyway if it means turning her back on who she is.

Katala’s family will go back to Brevoy at this point. If the player comes back to the grove, they will find the druid gone. Observant players might notice that the talismans that Katala used to purify the grove had been destroyed during the bandit attack.

Chapter 6/After coronation – Katala will give the Baron(ess) a report of people going missing after venturing near the grove and of a strange blight that is growing out from the area. Needless to say, she would like to investigate it very soon. If the player agrees, the next place to go is back to the grove.

When the party arrives at the grove, the place looks awful. Everything is dead. The ground is ashy and baren, and the plants are dead and withered. What’s even worse is that it smells terrible, like death and carrion. The party will even find animal and human bones all over the ground. What’s more, the central tree that looked so sick looks so much worse than it did before. Fungus now drips from the sick tree’s branches and trunks, and it just looks so knarled and rotted. Roots stick out from the ground around it and branch outward from the tree all over the blighted area, which has grown way beyond the grove at this point.

Suddenly, the tree makes a groaning and creaking noise as it shifts itself around. When it sees Katala, its bark twists into something that can be read as a malicious grin. It then starts talking. It turns out that the sick tree was a malevolent Heartrot Tree this whole time. It tells the party that the grove once belonged to Nugrah, the Stag Lord’s druid father. Before Nugrah’s descent into evil, he would come and commune with the tree every day. After Nugrah’s wife died and the druid abandoned the Green Faith and turned to necromancy, he corrupted the grove and his faithful tree, blighting it from the inside out, and now it wants to feed.

The tree got so powerful that Nugrah began to fear it. The druid starved the tree, made it dormant, but its presence made it so that nothing would thrive around it. When Katala placed the charms on the tree, the druid magic in the talismans revitalized it. Had the talismans not been broken, they might have purified the tree entirely, but since the talismans got broken, the Heartrot Tree reverted back to its corrupted state, and now it’s free to feed on whatever it pleases.

It taunts Katala, telling her that if she had left enough alone, had she followed her fathers’ philosophy of noninterference, this wouldn’t have happened. If she hadn’t done anything, all the people the tree had lured to their deaths would still be alive. It also really wants to feed on Katala. It has never sensed someone so good, so vibrant.

So, of course, combat breaks out. The party has to deal with a diseased tree, and its blighted roots, that have spread out all over the grove. Once the party has taken it down, however, the event is far from over. Once the tree apparently “dies”, Katala realizes that the tree is still regenerating, still spreading its blight all over the nearby area. If the party doesn’t do something, it will keep growing and spreading until the entire area around the capital is a blighted wasteland.

There are two options, and the one Katala picks depends entirely on how your conversations with her went, particularly the one from chapter 4/5. If Katala has been nurturing her latent magic and realizing that she didn’t need to follow her family’s rules to tap into that, she will gather up the broken talismans and use that power to try to purify the tree. Otherwise, Katala will conclude that she doesn’t need druid magic and that she will let it all go. If Katala doesn’t purify the tree, the only option is to burn the entire blighted area, including the grove, to the ground to really make sure that they destroy every bit of the tree.

If Katala purifies the tree, the blight will eventually recede, and life will one day grow in the grove again. Katala will find a talisman on the ground. It’s a necklace item that only she can wear. It gives both her and her dog a boost if they remain within 10 feet of each other. If Katala burns the grove down, then when she gets back to the capital, she will commission a blade that gives her extra buffs when she rages. Either way, when the Baron(ess) talks to her, they find that she can no longer do minor druid magics anymore. Either she blew it all out when she purified the tree, or she rejected it entirely.

Are they romanceable? Describe their romance quest/scenes if you want!

She is, in fact! She is available for both male and female PC’s.

The player can start the romance right off by flirting with her in Oleg’s trading post. They can tell her that they find her passion charming. Katala will return the sentiment and express a great interest in getting to know the player character after they’ve gotten rid of the Stag Lord.

Here are a bunch of romance flags that can be ticked off:

-          In the Swamp Witch’s Hut area, if Katala is in the party, the player can find a lone vibrant red flower. Katala will express some excitement, as the red bloom is supposed to be very rare for that kind of flower. The player can ask if picking that flower will hurt the plant, to which Katala will say no. The player will get a romance point for picking the flower and giving it to her.

-          Also in the Swamp Witch’s Hut area. If the player find’s Nyta’s body and returns the engagement ring to her, Katala will comment on how incredible that romance was, to have a relationship that even the fey revere and wonders if she will have a romance that epic. To advance the romance, the player can either joke and hope that it won’t end as tragically as Nyta and Callitropsia’s or agree that it was really magical. Otherwise, they can express disinterest, which will not advance the romance

-          One event at camp will have Katala’s dog, Hunter walk over to the Baron(ess) and plop down on their leg. The Baron(ess) can pet him or sit still with him. As long as they don’t shoo him off, Katala will walk over at one point and ask what they’re both doing. The player can either give a sweet answer or a jokey answer or an answer that very obviously kills the romance. Katala will call Hunter to her. The dog will get up and lick the Baron(ess)’s face, showing his approval.

-          In the goblin village, a bunch of goblins will start harassing Hunter. And splatter paint on him. Katala will get incredibly pissed off, but Hunter will take off after the goblin pranksters, forcing Katala and the Baron(ess) to run after them. Afterwards, the Baron(ess) can help Katala clean off her dog

-          Rule of thumb: encouraging her boldness and supporting her will add points, while telling her to calm down or that she’s out of control loses points.

If enough romance ticks are checked off, Katala will invite the Baron(ess) for drinks at the tavern in Chapter 3. If they accept, they’ll go on a little get together with Katala, where she confesses that she finds the Baron(ess) attractive and ask if they want to get to know one another better. At this point, they’ll start dating and the Baron(ess) can kiss and start sleeping with her.

More romance tags

-          In Varnhold, after Maegar gets kidnapped, and the party looks for clues, Katala will express shock that an entire settlement could just disappear in an instant and expresses concern for the Baron(ess) before she snaps out of it and reassures them that nothing will happen to them because they have her to protect them.

-          At the Rushlight Tournament, there will be some wrestling/axe throwing contest (or some other physical contest) that Katala wants to participate in. She almost wins a few rounds, but it becomes clear that the games are rigged. Katala will get mad and break the target/throw the “champion” across the ring, intimidating the event organizer into giving her a prize, which will be a glass flower charmed to brighten a room, which Katala will give to the Baron(ess)

-          When the Baron(ess) sleeps with her, there is a sizeable chance that their alone time gets interrupted by an overly excited large dog jumping in the bed. Katala will try to calm him down and get him off the bed, but it becomes very clear that Hunter is just there to stay, and they have to deal with this massive hound sleeping on top of them.

Once you complete her last companion quest, she will request that you meet with her back in the capital. If the Baron(ess) talks to her, they can either move the conversation to the garden near the palace, or in the bedroom after they have sex. Katala will muse about how she had just wanted to save some villagers from bandits, and now they are taking on all the forces of the world. She’ll thank the Baron(ess) for accepting her as she is. Most people either get turned off by her extreme personality or tell her to calm down. The Baron(ess) can answer that they love her whirlwind and could never imagine Katala otherwise.

Of course, the Baron(ess) can propose to her if they wish. Katala would be over the moon and accept with such gusto that they almost suffocate on the massive bear hug she gives them.

They’ll also have their little moment at the camp right before they are about to face off against the Lantern King. Katala will bluster and beat her chest about how this fey god ruined their date, and she’s so ready to take him on. However, beneath all that, she is concerned about the Baron(ess)’s safety and makes them promise that they’ll make it out alive.

What does Nyrissa show them in the House at the Edge of Time? How does she try to kill them?

Katala will find herself in a room that resembles the druid grove of her childhood. Shades of her various family members will berate her for being too headstrong, too impatient, too temperamental. Nyrissa will come to her promising Katala power over nature beyond what her family could ever dream of, and that nothing will hold her back. Katala will respond that she’s flattered by the nymph’s attention, but as hot as Nyrissa is, Katala will turn her down. This will cause Nyrissa to turn one of the trees into a Heartrot Tree, which will attack Katala.

If Katala’s quest was not completed, she will die. If it was, she’ll hang out in the room with the remains of the tree near her, and she’ll cheerfully greet the Baron(ess). If asked what happened, Katala will tell them that Nyrissa had promised her nature powers beyond what she can imagine, but she wouldn’t feel right siding with someone who’s hurt so many people. Nyrissa tried to kill her, but she’ll remember that they had already destroyed the tree or had purified it. After that convo, she’ll apologize for “sidetracking”, but she’s ready to kick ass and protect the party again.

What would their ending slides be like?

If Katala purified the tree – Katala learned to move on from the pain that her family had caused her. Though she still fights bandits and saves villages, she spends just as much time helping to revitalize blighted lands, and is even to form a healthy working relation with another grove of druids who are more accepting of her.

If Katala destroyed the tree – Katala learned that she didn’t need her connection to druidism to be herself. She continues to fight bandits and others who do harm to innocent villagers with more fervor than before. She has quite the new collection of scars now.

If romanced – Katala’s life is utter bliss and fun with her paramour. Though she often adventures around the kingdom, her feet always bring her back, and she often wheedles the King/Queen into adventuring with her, making sure they never forget their origins as an adventurer or lose touch with their people.

If married – Katala and the King/Queen marry outside the capital amidst a grand and raucous feast. No one quite knows what to make of the queen, but they cannot deny how effective she is at protecting the people, and she never lets her spouse lose touch with their subjects.

Any other fun facts?

She has some unique dialogue if you take her to meet the Tiger Lords in chapter 4. She’ll try to connect with them, but is less successful than Amiri.

Various characters might try to flirt with her. The biggest offenders are Regongar, Octavia, and Linzi. It doesn’t go anywhere, though.

Surprisingly, she reacts more badly to Neutral dialogue options than she does to Lawful/Evil ones. She does not believe in noninvolvement. She still reacts best to most Good/Chaotic options though.

Provide some dialogue/bark examples!

When selected: “Hi there!”/ “What’s up?”/ “I’m here for you.”/ “Run, Katala. Attack, Katala. Lift that boulder, Katala. When can you call me to go get a drink?”

When directed to do something: “No problem.”/ “All right, then.”

When successfully completing a task: “Piece of cake.”/ “I know, I know, I’m so awesome.”

When failing a task: “Son of a—”/ “Ugh, why won’t that stupid thing work?”

Spotted something: “Hey, what’s that?”/ “Found something!”

Initiating combat: “Oh, I’m ready for some fun!”/ “You have five seconds to run.”/ “Get ‘em, Hunter!”

Critical hit: “Ha!”/ “Did you see that!”

Low on health: “Can I get some help, here?!”

Falling unconscious: “Damn it, not now…”

Provide some examples of companion banters!

Octavia: “My, your hair smells amazing! Do tell me what your secret is.” / Katala: “Hey, thanks! I learned a few things about flower pressing from the druids that came in handy.”

Linzi: “Aren’t you the cutest? Who’s a good boy?” / Hunter: *barks excitedly*

Tristian: “I am so awed by your passion. I wish I could be as brave as you are.” / Katala: “Hey, don’t knock yourself down. You do plenty of good yourself.”

Nok Nok: *Growls* keep big stink where I can see him or he gets shanked.” / Katala: “Aww, c’mon. My dog’s not gonna hurt you, aren’t you, boy?” *Hunter barks*

Katala: “So, Jaethal, do we have to worry about…um…preserving you? What happens when your body starts to get a little ripe?” / Jaethal: “Such crudeness. I assure you my fleshly coil has been perfectly preserved in this beatific state. If you wish to know more, I’d be glad to induct you into my faith.”

Katala: “Hey, so I heard it was your birthday! Well Happy Birthday!” / “Well, what are we sitting around for? Bring out the kegs and play a tune for this special day!”

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Gym Buddies

Critical Role, 1500 words, Laerryn, Evandrin, now with formatting So this afternoon @stoppit-keepout and I were talking and: Thought: So how do we think Laerryn and Evandrin met each other? SK: at. the. gym. And naturally I had to write it. Laerryn's deep in her 'not like other wizards' phase -- which mostly involves talking shit about the people peer reviewing her journal articles, wearing jewelry made out of wires and broken gears, and flexing in sleeveless shirts in the vicinity of Patia Por'co whenever the opportunity presents itself – when she meets Evandrin. Laerryn's peers at the university don't understand her drive and her passion. They're still children, concerned with test scores and social drama and other things Laerryn has never cared about. But Patia understands her. They're on the same wavelength. Patia, too, wants to push the boundaries of what is possible, appreciates the dangers of a mind imprisoned by social and political barriers. She also has a lot of furniture she needs moved across her palatial fucking mansion, which Laerryn is more than happy to help with.

 She's determined to get into Patia's library and Patia's bed, in that order, which means she blows off her lectures to write scathing rebuttals to whatever papers Patia has been critical of in private, and spends her early mornings at the gym. She hasn't exercised more than frantic pacing, running from class to class, or inadvisable bar fights since she dropped out of 'punching-through-walls school upon claiming adulthood-- she is fully confident that Avalir needs an unparalleled arcane engineer far more than it needs yet another mediocre knight. This does mean that, while her form is excellent her actual strength is... not as ideal as it could be for hauling antique armoires across limestone floors in the robes she cut the sleeves off of.

So. The gym. It's actually kind of helpful to get some of her excess energy out, and she can still work on projects in her head. She's pretty sure she's getting stronger, too.

...as are the eighty other fucking people who think 6:00 AM is a great time to work out.

That's a problem. Her schedule is literally packed, between classes (attending and teaching), work (for grades and for money), and Patia, along with the various sundry meetings and events she's apparently expected to attend to boost her social reputation or network or make the university look good or what the fuck ever, she stopped listening. She's pretty sure 90% of the other people who crowd the gym in her preciously carved out block of time could fit it in in some other part of their day.

All this to say, when she starts to notice one dude who manages to create a thirty foot zone of empty mats and unused equipment around him whenever he shows up, she doesn't hesitate to take advantage. The other asshole bros who have mostly been ignoring her or offering to help with her (impeccable) form now stare at her like she's just punched a baby, but they don't come any closer, so honestly who's really winning here?

The dude doesn't seem to care. He smiles big and wide and unsettlingly shiny at her every time she shows up, but otherwise doesn't try to interact in any way. This is probably what friendship is.

This goes on for a good two months, until one night over expensive takeout Patia says "I know it's awful, but the value of some well-placed small talk cannot be overstated."

Which is about as blatant as Patia ever gets with her advice, so Laerryn writes down 'get better at talking about nothing' in bright red on her bathroom mirror so she'll remember every morning.

The next time she and her gym friend are working out in the same place she waits until they've both paused to drink water and walks over to him.

"Everybody else avoids you," she says. "Are you a known serial killer or somebody important's easily-offended nephew?"

He blinks slowly at her, and lifts a hand to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "Well," he says, slowly. "If those are the only two options, I suppose I'm the former."

"Ok," she says, and, very proud of herself, goes back to her workout.

She's planning how she's going to tell Patia about her successful foray into implementing her wisdom when, instead of heading towards the door once he's finished his workout, her serial killer friend comes over to where she's paused to scribble down an equation on her arm. He stands politely until she's done, which just reinforces her confidence that they are definitely friends.

"So I feel like I should clarify," he says, "I have fought in a number of battles, so I guess I've killed many ...things. But I've thought about it and that definitely feels different than a serial killer. Not to be pedantic, but I wouldn't want to tarnish my image, you know?"

"Were the things people?"

"Some of them. They don't like it when we say that."

"I'm still leaning towards serial killer, then," she says. "Do a lot of people care about your image?"

He does the slow blink thing again. "In general... yes. I suppose they do."

"Huh," she says. "You should get out of that, it sounds stressful."

"I don't mind it, honestly. Comes with the territory. You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Nor do I care," she says. "It's not like you know who I am. this is friendship, I'm pretty sure."

He laughs like it's startled out of him. His teeth are just. So shiny. He holds out a hand. "I'm Evandrin Alterra." She doesn't take his gross sweaty hand because she's not a fucking animal. "First Knight of Avalir."

He drops his hand after a long few seconds. "Oh," she says. "Did the Orc one finally bite it?"

He opens his mouth, then shuts it. "Lady gold Tusk? ...Yes. A few years ago, actually. The city was in mourning."

"I was busy," she says, because it has been her perpetual state of being in the decades since she left her parents' house.

And then, because Patia says it's very important to be honest with your friends when it's convenient, she says "Also I have a moderately irrational but otherwise justified disdain for Avalir's knights in general, so I try not to know anything about them ever."

"My apologies for breaking your streak, in that case," he says. "May I ask why? It's truly one of the most honourable institutions within the city."

"Two decades, my collarbone, and my respect for most of the trainers disagree," she says. "I electrocuted Master Bilsley once, that was ok I guess."

"The name isn't familiar," he says. "So ...congratulations?"

"Nice," she says. "Are we done now? This is a lot of small talk."

"I didn't catch your name," he says. Another flash of those teeth. They're perfectly straight, too.

"Laerryn," she says. "Coramar. Abjurist."

"A pleasure," he says. "Well, I regret to inform you that, given we're friends, a limited amount of small talk will probably happen every time we're here together now. You ought to prepare yourself accordingly."

"I should have never let you know we were friends," she says, darkly.

"I can prepare a list of conversation starters, if that helps," he says. "My parents used to have a whole box of them for uncomfortable dinner parties."

"Great," she says, relieved. "Can you let me know the night before so I can prepare?"

"For that I would need your address in order to send a messenger." He mimes writing on his own arm, raising an eyebrow.

"How about our first fucking topic is how you took six hours off from punching shit to learn Sending," she says, flatly.

His jaw actually hangs open for a couple seconds. Laerryn is already mourning this friendship. He's gonna have to find another gym, too, which is probably going to be a challenge for him, being so popular and all.

"I've never learned a single spell in my life," he says, finally.

She sighs. "You're what, like forty? Great time to start."

"I'm twenty-four, thank you," he says.

"An actual child," she says. "Yeah, yeah, I know, biology, but still. That’s fucking wild."

The sending stone on his belt crackles to life suddenly, and the smile drops from his face. He snatches it up, turning away. "This is Evandrin."

Laerryn decides she's done with her workout.

*

Four days later, she's attacking a student essay with her most aggressively red pen when a voice slides unobtrusively into her head. "Good evening, Laerryn! I just wanted to let you know our topic for tomorrow morning is: If you could only attend one networking function for the rest of your life, would you choose breakfasts or happy hours?"

"I'm canceling my subscription to this friendship," she sends back immediately.

"Sorry! I'm afraid you've signed up for the lifetime subscription. I'd be happy to direct you to one of our customer service reps if you have any concerns."

"I'm making a list," she says. "It'll be alphabetical. See you in the morning."

#critical role #Laerryn Coramar Seelie #Evandrin Alterra #cr exu tag #tumblrfic tag #if you saw this earlier no you didn't

[nochi-quinn]

campaign 3 episode 58: brb flying to la to steal matt's shins

I got sick again today but I'M TRYING

they got him!!

"we really should give all our producers a raise"

marisha that top

I believe the trope is magipunk but obvs I haven't seen it yet

HOWEVER magipunk is one of my favorite tropes so I'm hoping

game now called Taliesin's Baby

I hate literally every second of this

"teeth, tentacles and terror" hate that too

mapphew strikes again

"the trees have bones"

"we had a real estate agent but they ghosted us" BOO

"it's a bit much"

"I think you grabbed the one that was too big"

augh the wolf snouts coming out of it

"six :D"

HATE THAT NOISE

matt's noises are also hurting my brain so this tracks

nobody gets freaked out by legendary actions like travis gets freaked out by legendary actions

"BUT THAT'S METAGAMING"

"he's actually half butts"

matt says Make Expensive Choices

why does laura sound like she's on Old Timey Radio

I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO

it's a Wet Monster it should take double from lightning

Chew Again

BIT IT AND QUIT IT

"how many of its butts fell off"

guiding bolt upp the butt(s)

FEARNE

"matthew how DARE you roll a natural 20"

NINE

FRIDA

somebody curse matt's dice

trade matt's dice with laura's

frida pulling every available feat out to throw at the meat tower

Action Surge Sharpshooter Grit Point is the fighter version of Reckless Great Weapon Master

"please gif that"

"aRe YoU uSiNg ThE sAmE dIcE"

"say parmesan if you want me to hit him" "PARMESAN"

"OKLAHOMA SAFE WORD"

a whole lot of rules just got flung around and I zoned out in self-defense

"a weird divacup for this massive period stain"

AUNT FLOW

"does it have eyes" "occasionally" "you can't SAY THAT"

hey I hate it

"a roll I wish I had failed"

gay

"tree trunk of skin" [lenny]

"it's not the holy grail!" "if you read enough dan brown - kinda!"

liam is here in spirit

AND ON SAM'S GAS CAN APPARENTLY

"GIVE HER BANGS"

"no, we just got the art"

oh hate

oh HATE

please run. please leave.

it is going to Eat You

"I rolled a 1 but it comes out to 23"

this is the closest we've gotten to matt breaking out an hourglass in a while

"paper - not being humanoid - because it's a piece of paper - "

"it's nOT A DILDO"

"frida - take this down"

CHRISTIAN

"and then I burn the notes and leave" okay arkhan

"just be a little smarter, okay?"

and then it WORKED

"this gargamel motherfucker stealing smurfs"

"I've never read a book. I'm actually older than books."

not the dot matrix printer

"be careful, link….the yuck moon rises once again…"

"I only saw her from the back but my god was she beautiful"

"abs for days"

COBOSO

"I don't know why wizards would have abs"

"it was very sad, he died, clearly"

irl gifts IRL GIFTS

SHIRTS

"I invented polyester"

and in the COLOR SCHEMES

"it's segmented, sepratated" sasha nein's mindscape

"you're a mess"

don't chase the rabbit!

if there are stars when you look down -

everybody gets presents

"it's a sweatshirt made out of wood"

YOU ARE WHO YOU CHOOSE TO BE

"one more?" "…….ka-put"

EVERYBODY GETS PRESENTS

eabria come get your smut

their collective quest to get travis to turn into a tomato

I can't believe this is canon

they almost have to swap back now right. right? this is such a good place to wrap up. please return the other half of the table.

thank you for not being That Guy matt

;-;

HEY MATT??

YOU'VE SUFFERED A TERRIBLE FATE HAVEN'T YOU

the RED END

did fcg just become a champion?

IS DEANNA BEING MADE A CHAMPION?

gods going through their whole rolodex sending out SOSes

I forgot how much of a dick pelor is

I'm sorry, the ~dawnfather~

wait is the spider queen freaking out at opal? is this a disaster on both sides of the aisle?

where's opal, I wanna talk to opal

imogen is the kid who grew up secular and heard about every different religion from pop culture osmosis

(imogen is me)

it's a Stuff-Doing-Coin

see in scripted media her giving him the ring would be an enormous death flag. it still kind of is because I'm a paranoid panda but still

you have to give travis the inventory it's the rules

SDKJFLKSD

matt

THE RTA

sam sploded

this is tonight's real lore drop

just throw a dart at the map

it does DAMAGE?

"why does he say it like that"

MATTHOLOMEW MERCER

"WHAT'S NEW JERSEY"

liam's not even here to do the accent

"that's more fun" FOR WHO

NO FUCK YOU

LAURA

MATT

I HATE EVERYONE HERE

"I can't tell if she's doing a bit"

BEEN A WHILE SINCE I WANTED TO FIGHT THEM IN THE PARKING LOT AFTER THE SHOW BUT HERE WE ARE

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post