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[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 18: The Hall of Prophecy

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The weeks following the werewolf attacks were some of the worst Lucien had ever experienced at Hogwarts. It was all people could talk about- the breakouts, the attacks, the ministry’s promise to crack down on dangerous individuals.

“We will not rest until our streets are safe once more,” his father had declared on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

It made Lucien sick. The fact that ministry members were allegedly resigning as an act of solidarity and defiance did not raise his spirits, and neither did Professor Spell-Cleaver’s impassioned speeches.

It didn't matter, none of it. The harm had already been done. His father understood the power of mistrust and prejudice, and he was wielding them masterfully. Besides, Aurors abandoning their posts wouldn't achieve anything. The only thing that would ever begin to put an end to it would be for someone to put a stop to his father.

Not just to his career and political machinations, but to him. Lucien had never particularly felt any affection for his father, but the rage he now felt whenever he so much as thought of the man who had sired him surprised even himself. Sometimes he pictured himself lunging at the man and digging his teeth into his flesh until his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood and his screaming filled his ears. Not during the full moon, but in broad daylight, like those convicts had done - like they had been forced to do, Lucien was sure of it. The thought of doing such a thing (of accidentally hurting someone because of what he was) made him sick- but if anyone deserved it was Beron. What would happen, if he somehow managed to bite him? The humans had been so badly beaten in the attack that they hadn’t survived their injuries.

But Lucien would make sure that Beron survived. Just one bite- just enough to draw blood, just long enough to make sure he was never the same. It would be a sick, twisted form of poetic justice.

These twisted thoughts being at the front of his mind was why, when the next full moon rolled around, he made his friends swear to not come to the Shrieking Shack. His thoughts were too dark, his mental state too unstable to risk their safety.

Convincing them had not been easy, but in the end they had relented. He had regretted it the second he had laid down on that musty four-poster on the second floor of the Shrieking Shack and felt his muscles tense with the incoming agony of his transformation, but it was too late.

He spent hours raging- howling at the moon, biting and scratching himself. He was transported back to those miserable years before his friends had given him the greatest gift he could ever have asked for. The scent of his own blood only enraged him even more.

And then, a few hours before dawn, another scent caught his attention. Something animal and vaguely familiar, even in his current state.

A large, smoke-grey hound stared at him coolly. A snarl ripped from Lucien’s throat, even as something registered at the back of his mind. But the hound only snarled back, holding its ground. Lucien bounded at him and the hound turned and bolted down the underground tunnel that led back to the whomping willow.

He chased the hound for hours through the Forbidden Forest, but he could never catch up. The hound was too swift, quick and graceful, leaping through the dense forest like a shadow.

When the sky started lightening with the promise of dawn his prey finally slowed. But instead of pouncing on him, Lucien only pawed at him playfully. The dog swiped back at him before running again, letting Lucien chase him. And on the chase went, but differently- no more than two animals, play-fighting in the woods.

When Lucien finally opened his eyes, splayed on his back in the Shrieking Shack, the hound was hovering over him, panting heavily. Lucien’s entire body was screaming with exhaustion and pain, his self-inflicted wounds stinging smartly. But his mind was mercifully clear, groggy with sleep but free of the spiraling anger that had taken a hold of him since Skeeter’s article.

The hound’s glowing amber eyes glittered as Lucien sat up gingerly. There was a flash of light, a faint crack, and then his brother appeared next to him. Before Lucien could say anything Eris’ fist collided with his face and pain exploded from his nose.

“Ow!” He clutched his nose and felt blood dripping between his fingers. “Fuck. What was that for?”

Eris leveled a long look at him. “For being a prick to your friends.”

Ah. So that was how Eris had known to be here. “I deserved that,” he mumbled ruefully, wiping the blood from his face.

His brother lifted his hand again and scuffed him at the back of the head. “Ow! I get it, stop hitting me!”

“That’s for chasing me all night,” his brother said simply.

“Yeah, fair enough…” Lucien agreed sheepishly.

He winced as his brother helped him to his feet but didn’t protest as Eris helped him clean his wounds.

“You really did a number on yourself, little brother.”

Lucien’s gut clenched with guilt. “I’m sorry.”

“There it is,” Eris said with a tight smile. “The magic words. I wasn’t sure you knew what they were.”

Lucien loosed a laugh and winced at the pain in his ribs. He’d need to stop by Madam Majda’s for an extra strong dose of pain tonic. “Ass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eris drawled, throwing him a set of robes. “Get dressed, we don’t have much time. I need to talk to you about something.”

The words sent his gut spinning, sending him dangerously close to vomiting as he remembered why he had been in such a rage in the first place.

“What’s he doing, Eris?” Lucien asked, gingerly slipping the robes over his head. “Those werewolves-“

“Helion thinks he’s building an army,” Eris said flatly. “He thinks Koschei’s somehow been coerced into commanding them with the Imperious charm. He was famous for it, you know, during the war with Grindelwald.”

“Helion? What…how…” Lucien’s groggy brain was struggling to keep up.

“Helion’s had members of the ministry secretly loyal to him for decades. I always suspected he must, and, well.” He grinned wickedly. “Not sure what I did, but it would appear I’ve finally made the cut.

Lucien had to laugh at that. “What a terrible mistake.”

Another scuff to the back of his head. Lucien groaned in pain and closed his eyes against a dizzy spell. “Ow! Fuck, Eris, stop hitting me.”

Immediately his brother’s arm was around his waist, holding him upright. “Sorry, shit, let me help you back up to the school-“

Lucien pushed him off with a half-hearted eye roll. “Quit your fussing. Helion- he thinks those people are being trained to fight? But for what?”

“I don’t know,” Eris said darkly. “But I’m going to find out. And I think we can perhaps kill two birds with one stone.”

Eris’ amber eyes were shining in a way that meant he was in the mood to get into some trouble.

“I’m listening,” Lucien said, sitting up straighter.

“Does Elain still want to get inside the Hall of Prophecy?”

Lucien immediately forgot about his aching body. “Yes!” He’d almost given up hope that Eris would find a way in. “But isn’t it chaos at the Ministry these days? How are we supposed to sneak in through that?”

Eris grinned wickedly. “We’re not. If my plan works we’re not going to need to sneak in at all.”

“That’s…Merlin, why do I have a bad feeling I’m not going to like this idea of yours?”

“You probably won’t,” Eris agreed with a wince. “Elain even less, actually. Here’s what I’m thinking…”

Lucien’s dread grew as his brother explained his plan. When he was done he simply gaped at him, his jaw hanging open in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Lucien asked gently.

Elain kept looking over her shoulder as they crept down the silent, deserted hallways, her eyes wide. She looked so tightly wound that she jumped at every little sound- every creak of a suit of armor adjusting their stance, every murmuring of the occupants of paintings they passed.

They had just slipped behind the tapestry that led to the secret tunnel that would take them all the way to the basement of Honeyduke’s in Hogsmeade. From there, they were to sneak out and make their way to the edge of town, where Eris would be waiting for them. It was reckless to sneak out of the castle like this, but it was hardly the most dangerous part of the plan.

And besides, it wasn’t that reckless for him. But for Elain…

Her fingers tightened around his so hard he almost winced. “Yes,” she said, taking a deep, shaky inhale. “Eris said it has to be tonight. Besides, he’ll be waiting for us.”

“If we get caught…”

“We won’t,” she said, her lips twitching despite the nerves and trepidation he could feel radiating off her. “And if we do, I’ll be embarrassed for your reputation as a trouble maker.”

Lucien huffed a laugh. “You know what, that’s fair. Still, if we get caught…”

“No word about the ministry and Hall of Prophecy,” she intoned, suddenly serious again. “We simply snuck out to Hogsmeade for a nighttime stroll. And if we get caught in London…”

“We won’t,” Lucien declared, as much to convince herself as to convince her. “Eris’ plan is fool-proof.” Foolish, dangerous, definitely idiotic, but, Lucien had to admit, also quite ingenious.

“Then let’s go,” she said with a grin. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning to the dark passageway. “Lumos.”

A silvery beam of light illuminated the damp stone, and they set off down the passageway. It became narrower and narrower the further they walked, until Elain had to let go of his hand to walk in front of him and Lucien had to crouch to avoid bumping his head on the ceiling.

Eventually the path turned into little more than a crawl space. Elain looked at him over her shoulder with a stern look.

“Sorry,” he whispered with a cringe. “We’re almost there, I promise. It’s the safest way out of the castle…”

Elain shook her head. “It’s not that.” He couldn't see her eyes in the gloom but he could hear the humor in her voice, and he could picture the exact way her eyes would be glittering. “Keep your hands to yourself, mister.”

With that she stuck her wand between her teeth and dropped to her hands and knees to crawl towards the end of the tunnel. Lucien chuckled as he followed suit, indeed appreciating the view. When they reached the end of the passageway Lucien shouldered open a trapdoor camouflaged in the ceiling, trying not to make a racket as he dislodged the heavy, dusty boxes that had been sitting on top of the trapdoor. He helped Elain climb out of the tunnel and felt her breathe a sigh of relief.

“I did not like that,” she declared, taking in great gulps of air. “I didn’t like that one bit.”

“Thankfully, actually getting to London won’t include any more tunnels,” Lucien reassured her.

“And is there a reason you haven’t told me how we’re actually getting there?”

Lucien grinned. “Oh, I think you’ll like this. Come on, there’s a door somewhere around here…”

They felt their way through the dark basement, the air thick and sweet from the boxes of candies and toffees piled all around them.

The back alley was deserted when they excited the shop, but they still kept to the shadows, dark cloaks lifted over their heads. If anyone spotted them they would simply look like two lovers out for a stroll.

The shops and little houses of Main Street were thinning out, and soon they were walking down the dusty road that led to the mountains in the distance. Lucien kept his gaze firmly away from the Shrieking Shack, sitting on a lonely patch of grass on the outskirts of town.

“Lucien,” Elain whispered. “Do you think this is a very stupid idea?”

“Well,” he mused. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean it’s not fun.”

Elain shook her head at him affectionately. “How did I know you were going to say that?”

The village fell away behind them, and they quickened their step as they spotted a familiar figure, leaning against a dark object. As they got closer Elain gasped.

“Told you,” Lucien said with a smirk. “I wasn’t sure how comfortable you’d be flying on a broom the whole way…”

“Baby brother,” Eris drawled as they approached. “Ms Archeron.” He tipped his head in a mock bow. “I believe you requested a ride?”

Lucien’s flying motorbike gleamed in the moonlight, two helmets and leather jackets resting on the seat. Eris’ broom was leaning against the side, and his brother wasted no time in grabbing it and zipping up his own jacket.

“Ready? We’ll go over the plan when we get to London. I want to get going now while we still have some cloud cover.”

Lucien glanced at Elain, who hesitated for only a moment before donning the helmet and jacket and climbing onto the bike. “Ready.”

Eris chuckled appreciatively. “You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you as the rule breaking type.”

“And I would have pegged you as a stuck-up daddy’s boy, but we all make mistakes,” she quipped back.

Lucien howled with laughter as Eris sputtered indignantly. With a tap of his wand the engine roared to life, and then they were rising, up, up, up into the night sky. Elain’s arms wrapped tightly around his middle as the country lane fell away until it was no more than a scratch cutting through the landscape. Hogwarts glittered in the distance, its hundreds of windows glittering like a beacon in the night.

Eris led the way, cutting a straight line south towards London. After a few minutes Lucien relaxed into the familiar rhythm of being high up in the sky, the wind howling in his ears and the scenery below blurring into a dark patchwork. Any lingering anxiety lifted off his shoulders, disappearing into the night around them.

They slipped higher still, until they were level with the wispy, dark clouds moving in from the West. The temperature went from cool to freezing, the air so damp Lucien could feel it in his bones.

“Remember the last time you took me for a ride on your bike?” Elain screamed over the howling wind.

Lucien laughed. “How could I forget?” He’d been an entirely different person then. Or- perhaps not different, but simply going about things the wrong way entirely. “I’m still surprised you said yes.”

He felt Elain shrug against his back. “I wasn’t blind, you know. Even if you were an ass.”

He flipped up the visor on his helmet and shot her a self-satisfacted grin over his shoulder, laughing again as she only shook her head at him.

On they flew, until his limbs started to feel numb with cold. They passed over muggle towns, the golden lights mockingly warm and inviting as they flew through the cold night. Just when Lucien was starting to dread the prospect of having to fly back, Eris pressed his nose to his broom and shifted into a dive.

London beckoned in the distance, tiny golden pinpricks eventually turning into houses, buildings, parcs. They kept to the cloud cover as long as possible, and then Eris flicked his wand on them to disguise them with a concealment charm. It wouldn’t last, but it was better than having muggle witnesses claiming to have seen a man on a broom and two teenagers on a flying motorcycle.

They landed in a dark alley that would have been nondescript were it not for the telephone booth at one end.

“Right,” Eris said, rubbing his hands together to bring some warmth back to his frozen fingers. “So. Like I said, Father travels to Azkaban every two weeks on routine inspections- or whatever the hell it is he’s doing there.” His amber eyes turned cold and scornful. “He’s there tonight, which means if he’s somehow alerted to a disturbance, we’ll have plenty of time to get out before he’s back in London. With that said, let’s try to avoid getting caught, yeah? It’s one thing to break in, but breaking out is another thing altogether.”

Lucien and Elain both nodded mutely. Lucien had conveyed the plan to Elain in a whispered conversation inside the Room of Requirements, at his brother’s suggestion. Eris hadn’t wanted any part of it written down anywhere, under any circumstances. He hadn’t even been honest with Tamlin, Jurian and Vassa about where he was going tonight. They’d be livid when they eventually find out, but more at having missed out on an adventure than at his dishonesty.

“The effects of the Polyjuice Potion will last exactly one hour. We go in, we do what we have to do, and we get the hell out before the effects wear off. If someone sees us, act like you belong there. And if we get separated or someone starts asking too many questions…” He trailed off, looking at them expectantly.

“We run for the fireplaces in the Atrium and take the Floo Network back to Hogsmeade,” Lucien said, repeating the instructions Eris had given him in the Shrieking Shack.

“Correct. Take the Floo Network back to the Three Broomstick, and if anyone sees you, just say you broke into the teacher’s lounge and took the Network from there. You’ll get detention but nobody will check the Network- not for two kids having a laugh.”

He reached into his cloak and took out a bottle of thick, murky liquid, and three smaller vials. “This won’t be pleasant, I’m afraid.” From the smirk on his face Lucien knew his brother didn’t feel bad for them at all. “Elain, you’ll be impersonating my friend from the Department of Mysteries. If we’re caught going in or out of the department, nobody should ask any questions. But if they do- remember that you have the right to be there, and whatever business you have down there doesn't concern anyone else.”

“Right…” Elain said, looking at the vile liquid in Eris’ hand uncertainly.

Eris uncorked the bottle and poured a third of it into one of the smaller vials before dropping in what looked like a single, long blonde hair. The potion bubbled slightly and started to froth, before settling into a murkish green shade.

“Here you go. Bottoms up!”

Elain grabbed the vial gingerly and sniffed the contents with a cringe.

“Cheers!” With that she tipped the liquid into her throat, gagging slightly at the taste.

For a moment nothing happened. And then Elain’s eyes went wide, and the empty vial shattered on the cobblestones as she clutched her stomach and doubled over, groaning in pain.

“Elain! Are you-”

Lucien reached for her in alarm but Eris held him back. “Just let it happen. It doesn’t feel pleasant but it only takes a minute.”

Lucien was strongly reminded of another transformation that only took a minute, but was even less pleasant. He watched with growing dread as Elain’s body shook with tremors, and then started to morph before his eyes. Her hair straightened and receded into her head until the tips brushed her shoulders, her body swelled in some places and shrank in others. It stopped as abruptly as it had begun, and then she looked up.

The effect was so bizarre that Lucien stumbled a step back. Looking back at him was a woman he’d never seen before, with a sleek blond bob and piercing sky-blue eyes. Eris nodded appreciatively and chuckled as Elain looked down at herself, touching her hair, her new, foreign body.

“It worked!” she exclaimed. “This is so bizarre.”

“You have no idea,” Lucien agreed.

“Right! No time to waste. One for me, and one for you.” Eris split the rest of the potion into the remaining two vials, dropping in a single hair to both. One seemed to boil for a moment before turning a vibrant, unnatural shade of red, while the other thickened into what looked like molasses.

“I still don’t understand why I have to be you,” Lucien grumbled as Eris handed him the vial with the red liquid. “Why can’t I be the Auror?”

“Because people have seen me and Lara together.” He inclined his head towards Elain-Lara-who was now holding her hands in front of her face in awe. “So if you two have to make a run for it, it won’t look that suspicious that you’re together. As for this guy…” he held up the vial with the thick black-brown liquid. “Let’s hope nobody is stupid enough to question an Auror’s motives.”

Lucien sighed. “Fine.”

Eris clinked his vials and lifted it in mock cheers, and then downed the liquid. Lucien followed suit, immediately choking on the smoky, spicy liquid. He felt it burn all the way down his throat, worse than straight Firewhiskey. The next moment he was doubled over in pain, resisting the urge to vomit as the burning sensation spread to his limbs. It felt foreign and yet horribly familiar, and for a wild second it was the full moon, and the wolf was taking over. His bones were melting, his blood sizzling, his skin stretching until it split.

After what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes the pain faded, like a tap being turned off. Lucien looked down at himself and breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head at his irrational thoughts. He hadn’t turned into the wolf-of course not. He was still himself, and yet not. His skin was fair and freckled, and when he went to run his hands through his long all his fingers found was empty air. Strangest of all, though, was his metallic eye, clicking and whirring away on the cobblestones at his feet where it had fallen straight out of his head. His hand immediately lifted to his face, feeling smooth skin where his scar should have been, and a squishy, decidedly natural eye where he should have felt metal.

“Huh!”

“Hmm. I’m pretty good looking,” Eris said with a grin.

His brother had morphed into an intimidating looking man with a shaved head and scruffy beard. Tattoos were inked into his shaved head, running down into his neck and chest, which was the approximate shape and size of a barrel. Lucien had to admit that if the goal was to look like someone who people would stay away from, it had been a good choice. He pocketed his golden eye, still clicking away in his pocket, as if it had been offended to be discarded in such a manner.

“Let’s go,” his brother said, in a voice that was deep and menacing and definitely not Eris’. “Stand up straighter, I don’t slouch like that.”

“Yes, brother,” Lucien replied, adopting Eris’ lazy drawl.

“This is so bizarre…” Elain repeated, looking at him warily.

They followed Eris into the telephone box at the end of the alley and watched curiously as he punched in a number. “Visitor’s entrance,” he explained. “We would have to prove our identity if we went by the employee’s entrance.”

A cool female voice filled the box. “Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.”

“John Dawlish, Lara Goldstein, and Eris Vanserra, on a…research mission,” Eris sad in Dawlish’s unfamiliar, rumbling voice.

“Thank you,” the voice said. “Visitors, please take your badges and pin them to the front of your robes.”

Three metal badges fell from a metal chute attached to the telephone. Lucien picked up the top one and snickered. Eris Vanserra- Research Mission.

“Visitors to the ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wands for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium.”

“Too bad we’re visiting after hours,” Eris muttered under his breath.

The floor of the telephone box started vibrating, and then the ground was rising up to meet them as they descended underground. Darkness enveloped them, and then a moment later a soft, golden light filtered into their telephone box. The lift smoothly hit the ground and the door slammed open.

“The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening,” the disembodied voice said.

The Atrium was deserted, the lights dimmed lower than Lucien had ever seen them during the day. The midnight-blue ceiling was painted with golden symbols that twisted and swirled, bathing the lobby in an ethereal, warm light. The only sound was the gurgling of the water from the fountain in the center- jets of water fell from the upraised wands of a witch and wizard, the point of a goblin’s hat, and the pointy tips of a house elf’s ears.

Eris silently indicated the row of lifts on the other side of the lobby, and Lucien cringed as their footsteps echoed against the marble floor. It had all seemed easy enough when Eris was describing the plan, but here, now- it was starting to seem like an incredibly stupid thing to do.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to split up?” Elain asked, looking around the deserted lobby uncertainly.

“We don’t have much time,” Eris said. “Besides, this way if I get caught I can just say the Minister asked me to fetch a report for him.”

“How will you even know where to look?” Lucien asked doubtfully. If Eris got caught snooping into their father’s office…it was madness.

“I’ll be quick, and then I’ll come join you. Look for the door with the gold marking. Don’t go into any other doors, under any circumstances. Do you hear me?”

Lucien and Elain both nodded mutely, neither of them particularly inclined to disagree. Eris pressed the down button set into the wall, and instantly a lift clattered into place. Lucien winced as the golden gate slid open, causing such a racket that he was surprised nobody had come running yet. The gate shut between them and Eris, and Lucien looked at Elain expectantly.

“Oh, right.” She cleared her throat. “Department of Mysteries,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “Please.”

The lift shot down, so quickly that Lucien’s stomach lurched. And then sideways, and up, then down again, until he couldn’t be sure if they were above or below the Atrium. It reminded him of the maze of railways at Gringotts, designed to discourage potential thieves.

The lift hit the ground with a clang. “Department of Mysteries,” it announced, in the same cool female voice from the telephone box.

They were in a long, dark hallway, lit with torches flickering on the stone walls. It reminded Lucien strongly of the dungeon classrooms at Hogwarts, and something about that was not comforting. There was a single door at the end of the hall, and it swung open on silent hinges as they neared it. The room beyond was circular, its walls lined with smooth black doors with no handles. In between each door was a torch of flickering blue flames, which gave the space an eerie atmosphere, almost like being underwater.

The door clicked shut behind them, and all at once the walls started spinning. Faster and faster, until the flame from the torches was nothing but a streak of blue light. Lucien heard Elain inhale sharply as she reached for his hand.

The walls slowed, and then stopped. The doors were identical and unmarked, but Eris’ friend had done them a favor- the door to the Hall of Prophecy would be marked by a small gold marking near the bottom.

Lucien lit his wand with a whispered Lumos and crouched, inching around the circular wall until they stood in front of a door with a tiny golden mark near the bottom, no bigger than a thumbprint.

“This one.” He glanced over his shoulder to the door that led back to the hall, wondering how Eris was getting on with his ransacking of their father’s office, and froze. The doors all looked identical- including the door that led back to the hallway.

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Elain gaped at the doors, suddenly feeling ill. A dozen of them, all identical. And, judging from Eris’ warning, some containing things they definitely did not want to find out about.

“Shit,” Lucien swore under his breath.

“It’s ok,” she said, her voice strangely high-pitched. “Eris will come join us, he’ll know the way out.”

She didn’t know whether she was saying it to reassure Lucien, or herself, and from the look on his face he didn’t seem at all convinced.

“We made it this far,” she continued. “We might as well go in. I just want to look. I just…want to see them.”

Lucien’s face (Eris’ face) softened, and it looked so wrong and so absurd that she almost laughed. “Of course. Lead the way, Lara.”

Elain laughed, her voice deeper and huskier than usual. “After tonight I never want to take polyjuice potion ever again.”

“What, you mean you don’t like seeing me as Eris?”

“I mean,” she shrugged. “He is pretty handsome.”

She laughed again at the pure horror on his face, and turned to face the door. “How do we…” She pressed a palm to the cool stone, and the door swung open easily.

As soon as they stepped into the hall beyond, the door swung shut behind them. Elain heard Lucien curse under his breath as they stood there, taking in the space with mute awe. The hall was cavernous, with rows upon rows of shelves, all lined with glass orbs filled with swirling, foggy mist. Exactly as it had been when she had seen it in the Pensieve.

“Holy shit,” Lucien said, sounding slightly stunned. “Holy shit.”

“Yup,” was all she could reply.

“These are all…”

“Prophecies,” she finished for him. “Visions, whatever.”

“Merlin. No wonder this place is kept a secret.”

They started down the main corridor, Lucien still gazing up at the stacks with open-mouthed awe. Elain could hear faint whispers coming from the prophecies, and even though she was prepared for it this time it still raised the hair on the back of her neck. She knew better than to ask if Lucien could hear them, too.

The whispering grew louder the further they walked, until their echoing footsteps were dulled, and the only sound she could truly hear were those voices. They seemed to beckon her, deeper into the stacks. She followed the call- it was like something was pulling her, a thread of something warm and bright tugging her forward.

“Elain?”

She heard his voice as if he was very far away and not directly behind her, but didn’t stop. A turn to the left, further into the stacks, and then she lurched to a stop. She heard a gasp behind her, felt Lucien’s fingers squeeze hers almost painfully.

There, in front of her, were dozens of glass orbs, all marked with her name and various dates. All filled with shimmering, swirling mist. All whispering to her, taunting her.

Do you see? they asked. Look, and you will see.

Her fingers were lifting of their own accord, until they hovered near the closest prophecy. Something tingled in her fingers, and then her hand, up her arm, like a current of electricity.

And then- footsteps, loud and hurried and insistent. Too loud. Whatever daze she had been in was broken, and she jerked her hand back, stumbling away from those prophecies. From that gap on the shelf, where one had indeed been taken. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but seeing it in a memory was one thing, and seeing it in person was another.

“Elain! Are you-Merlin, you went into some kind of trance…You were just standing there.”

Eris (no, not Eris-Lucien) was staring at her, amber eyes wide. The genuine concern in his gaze was so unlike Eris that the effect was comical.

Or, it would have been, were it not for the footsteps currently thundering towards them. Lucien grabbed her hand and turned, running back towards the door.

“What happened?” she whispered as they ran.

“I don’t know, someone must have spotted us.”

“Lara!” A voice boomed across the space. “Eris!”

“Shit!”

They cut to the left, and Elain slipped, bumping into the nearest shelf. Glass orbs fell to the floor with a crash, the mist within them releasing into the air. Whispers filled the space around them, words and phrases Elain couldn’t quite understand. The prophecies, she realized. She jerked to a stop and spun. There were images floating in the mist, a jumble of shapes and colors. And then, too quickly, the mist was gone, taking with it the prophecies it had contained.

And a figure was standing at the end of the row, wand out, face so menacing that Elain didn’t recognize him at first.

“Why were you running?” he demanded, panting heavily.

“Eris! Oh thank god!”

“Why didn’t you call our real names?” Lucien demanded. “You gave me a heart attack…”

“Don’t you know the meaning of being in disguise?”

Lucien opened his mouth to retort but Elain held up a hand before full-on squabbling took over.

“What happened? Why were you running?” she asked.

“We have to go,” he said simply. “Now.”

“What do you mean? Did you find the information you were looking for?”

Eris shook his head. “No. And honestly I’d be surprised if he even keeps that kind of information written down. But I did find this.”

He reached into a pocket of his cloak, and brought out a bundle wrapped in a piece of cloth. Wordlessly he peeled back the cloth to reveal a crystal ball, filled with swirling mist. A prophecy.

“Why did he have a….” Lucien trailed off as he surely realized what Elain already had.

“The stolen prophecy?”

Eris shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, but the fact that it was locked in a hidden compartment at the back of a cabinet in his office makes me think it might very well be.”

He wrapped the cloth around it again and handed it to her. Elain cradled it to her chest, feeling the slight electric buzzing of it even through the fabric.

“We have to leave,” Eris said again. “I must have triggered some sort of security system in father’s office.”

Elain’s stomach lurched in horror. If they were caught- by the Minister himself, no less…

“You’ll have to take the Floo Network back,” Eris called over his shoulder as they ran back towards the door. “Take a lift up to the Atrium, hurry to the nearest fireplace, and get the hell out.”

“And you?” Lucien asked. They reached the door and hurtled through it and into the chamber beyond.

Eris grimaced. “I’m going to lock myself in a toilet stall until the potion wears off, and then claim that I was burning the midnight oil and started feeling unwell.”

The door to the hall clicked shut, and before they could take another step the walls started spinning.

“Shit!” Eris swore.

The wall slowed to a stop, a dozen identical doors staring back at them.

“Yeah,” Lucien agreed. “Shit indeed.”

“Only one way to find out,” Eris said grimly.

He strode to the nearest door and pressed his palm against it. It swung open, revealing not a hallway lined with torches, but another room. It was dark inside, the only light coming from what looked like tanks filled with green water. There were things bobbing in the water, glowing strangely white.

Eris took a step back and slammed the door shut. “No! Definitely not that one.” He took out his wand and slashed through the air, and a glittering red X appeared on the door.

“What were those things?” Elain asked as the wall spun again. “Jellyfish?”

“Brains,” Eris said simply.

The wall stopped again, but this time one of the doors was marked off by a fiery mark, indicating the one they had already tried. Elain picked the next door, choosing the one closest to her.

When she opened it she almost stumbled backwards. She was standing at the top of what looked like stadium seats, facing a sunken platform. In the middle of the platform was an arch resting atop a dais, with a ragged black veil hanging from it.

“Do you hear that?” Elain asked, walking down a step. Whispers seem to come from the other side of the veil, which fluttered on a phantom wind. Like the whispers in the Hall of Prophecy, but darker- more menacing. Still, they reached out to her, and she took another step towards it.

Firm hands clasped on her upper arms and yanked her back into the antechamber, the archway and veil disappearing behind a firmly shut door. Once again it was like waking up from a vague sleep, or emerging from underwater. She shuddered violently as another red X appeared on the door, and the wall spun once more.

“Sorry,” she gasped, shaking her head as if to clear water from her ears. “Sorry.”

“Note to self,” Eris said in the Auror’s deep voice, “do not let a Seer into the Department of Mysteries by themselves.”

After trying three more doors in rapid succession they finally found the hall lined with torches. They hurried to the lifts, Eris tapping his foot impatiently with every second it took for the lift to appear.

“Remember,” he said as the lift twisted its way back up to the Atrium, “straight to the nearest fireplace. Don’t pause for anything or anyone. Just get the hell out and don’t worry about me. I’ll send word when I can.”

“Atrium,” the cool female voice said.

The lift doors opened onto a flurry of activity. Wizards (Aurors, if Elain had to guess) were stalking down the length of the lobby, waving their wands towards the fireplaces that lined the walls. Sealing off the exits, she realized.

“Go!” Eris mumbled through gritted teeth. “Go, now!”

Elain went to grab Lucien’s hand, but he wasn’t moving. He was standing stock-still, staring at Eris in horror.

“Eris…the potion…”

Elain saw it at the same time he did. Auburn hair was sprouting from Eris’ scalp, the tattoos disappearing from skin that was turning fair and freckled. She had taken the potion first, which meant…

The look on Lucien’s face (now a golden tan, his short hair lengthening) said it all.

“GO!” Eris roared.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Lucien grabbed her hand and hurtled towards the closest fireplace, lifting his leather jacket to hide his face. Elain held tightly onto the prophecy, cradling it to her chest like a small child.

“Hey! You there! What are you-“

The Aurors were halfway down the Atrium, but they halted at the sound of their footsteps.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Elain almost lost her footing, struggling to keep up with Lucien’s long strides, but he hauled her upright before she could sprawl to the floor. A wind was blowing at their backs, propelling them faster, and she didn’t have to turn around to know who had cast the spell.

A heartbeat later they had reached the fireplace, and Lucien scooped up a handful of Floo powder from the jar hanging on a sconce next to the hearth. A gate slammed down over the fireplace next to them, but merry green flames had already burst to life in front of them.

“Hogwarts!” Lucien gasped breathlessly, and then they stepped into the flames.

For one desperate moment Elain thought it hadn’t worked, that Aurors had managed to seal their fireplace. But then the Atrium became a blur as they spun through the fire. Before the Ministry disappeared Elain had a last glimpse of the lifts, and of a figure disappeared behind a golden grill.

Just when she was beginning to feel nauseous from spinning the world slowed around them, and then stopped. They stumbled out of the gate, brushing soot from their clothes.

“Are you alright?” Lucien asked. The voice that spoke was the deep, rich one she knew so well, and when she looked up at him it was his face that looked back at her. Elain breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m fine. Are you- what’s wrong?”

Lucien’s hand was clasped over his left eye as he winced uncomfortably. “Remind me never to take polyjuice potion again.” His eye was clicking loudly, whirring as Lucien blinked rapidly, clearly trying to get the metal eye back into focus.

Elain looked around the room, and then froze. “Lucien,” she whispered. “Did you say Hogwarts?”

Lucien froze, his metal eye quieting as it finally focused. “Oh, fuck.”

They had taken the Floo Network directly into the teachers’ lounge. The room was blissfully empty, given the late hour- save for a lone, pearly figure hovering near the ceiling.

“Well well well,” the Poltergeist jeered, swooping down to peer at them. “What do we have here? Ickle students out of bed, in the middle of the night? Snooping through the teacher’s lounge?”

Elain and Lucien shared a glance. Had the poltergeist not seen them coming out of the flames?

“Peeves,” Lucien said, his tone carefully neutral. “We weren’t doing anything…”

But the Poltergeist was already swooping towards the door, cackling madly. “Students out of bed! Students out of bed!”

Elain winced as Peeves’ voice echoed around the empty room.

“Peeves, I swear to Merlin, you-” Lucien trailed off as the Poltergeist disappeared through the wall.

Elain glanced at Lucien again, and then they simultaneously bolted for the door. Halfway down the corridor Elain stopped short.

“Wait!”

Lucien whirled, alarmed. “What is it? We have to go, Peeves is going to wake up half the castle…”

She glanced at the prophecy in her hands, and then back at Lucien. Understanding flashed in his eyes.

“I need a place to hide this.” If the teachers found her with a prophecy belonging to the Ministry of Magic, they would have a lot more explaining to do beyond simply being out of bed after hours.

“Come with me,” Lucien said simply, and then turned and ran.

They ran down the hall and then up two flights of stairs, and down another, until Elain was beginning to wonder if Lucien had a plan at all. And then she saw the familiar tapestry of Sir Cadogan, who blinked at them sleepily as they hurtled past.

“Oy!” he cried. “Who goes there?” The trolls in tutus snored around him, some of them grumbling at the sudden noise.

Lucien ignored the painted knight, shut his eyes, and walked back and forth in front of the blank stretch of wall that faced the tapestry. After the third pass a door appeared, and Elain didn’t waste any time before reaching for the knob and hurrying inside. Lucien followed her, shutting the door behind them.

“Why-“ Her question evaporated as she looked around them.

They were standing in some kind of cavernous hall, not unlike the Hall of Prophecy. But instead of shelves filled with glass orbs, the stacks stretching out in front of them were made of a wild variety of objects. Broken bits of furniture, books, paintings, boxes stacked ceiling-high. In a stack nearby Elain spotted a marble bust sporting a diadem, what looked suspiciously like an ordinary muggle lawnmower, and a wizard radio. A veritable graveyard of objects, lost or hidden or forgotten about. Generations of contraband, or treasures, or broken bits of detritus with no home. The perfect place to hide her own stolen treasure.

“How did you find this place?” She asked, looking around in wonder. If they hadn’t been in such a hurry she could have spent hours walking around, poking through the random collection of objects.

“We, ahh…discovered it when looking for a place to hide something,” he answered cagily. Elain rolled her eyes at him. “Turned out we clearly weren’t the first to require such a place. We can come back,” he added, as if reading her thoughts. “There’s some wild things in here. Rumor is there’s a Boggart somewhere…”

Elain froze with her hand halfway outstretched to an ancient-looking chest. “Really?”

Lucien’s eyes were glittering when she turned to look at him, and she shook her head at him. “Ass.”

Still, she no longer felt so confident poking around. She took a step back as Lucien pushed the lid open, peering inside. “Just some old moldy robes.”

Elain flipped back the fabric from the prophecy, taking one last glance at the murky, swirling mist inside. What knowledge did it contain?

Look, it urged her. See.

Another time. She covered it with the cloth and gently lowered it into the chest, covering it with a few robes for good measure.

“Let’s go. I’ve had enough adventures for one night.”

“Tapped out so soon?” Lucien asked in dismay. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Elain opened her mouth to retort as they stepped back into the hallway, but then fell quiet. Professor Amren was standing with her arms crossed, wearing a thick wool robe and slippers and looking more than a little annoyed.

“Mr Vanserra,” she ground out ominously, “why is it that when something happens, it is always you?”

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[everlastiingiimmortals]

Drop kicks anon mask to bodily throttle u. You must know who it is that takes u down.

You are the worst /j We have known each other for years and you still never fail to kickstart my muse into overdrive. It is absolutely ridiculous how easily my drive to write suddenly comes back to life solely to throttle you and your muses. I love how our styles mesh and how easily we fall into mind games that end up so complicated that they tend to be above our collective rat brains. I love every interaction we and our muses have, it is always such a joy to scream at you and you screaming back. Our collective righteous fury is going to tear this world down and it will be fantastic! You are such a kind and genuinely caring person, I am so thankful to have been able to have met you! Keep your chin up and continue creating for years to come, otherwise you will find me at your doorstep /threat <3

I LOVE YOU WILLOW!!! EVEN THOUGH I SHAKE YOU ON THE DAILY!!!!

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it. Accepting!

#//an answer sought; (ASK) #celestial-narwhal #//immortal; (OOC) #((that's right bitch ur never fucking getting rid of me i'm in your head i'm in your walls)) #((no fr tho I'M GOING TO CRY? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH)) #((THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING AND INDULGING ME)) #((i'm all the richer and better for knowing you and i'm so happy we have so many shared interests to bond over)) #((-inhales- HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ILY))

[the-laridian]

So I came across an old Pillowfort post of mine (Oct 2019!) talking about one of the Fallout 76 daily challenges, and I think it should make a return.

Currently, there are the occasional daily/weekly challenge about 'complete X event' (like Encryptid). This one was Mister Messenger, which involved you repairing a Mr Handy and then escorting it to its destination, defending it along the way. It has since been cut from the game because the robot had pathfinding issues and it would get hung up on geometry, and in a timed mission, that's kind of important.

The daily challenge in question was: Complete the Mister Messenger event while naked and drunk.

At the time I was teaming with a friend, and so we stripped down (that includes armor, too), and we're in Toxic Valley, so we now have two gun-toting naked dudes wandering through an environmental hazard zone with a robot, drinking beer along the way. What could go wrong.

The robot (and therefore Willow and the other guy) were attacked by ticks, radroaches, bloatflies, bloodbugs, every single form of Fallout insect life possible. While the humans were naked and drunk.

And toward the end of the event, someone's camp came into view, and I said out loud "I hope he doesn't see us" because frankly, this is probably not something one wants to see outside one's camp. No, we can't hide in the bushes, this is Toxic Valley, we're already suffering insect bites and whatever that white flakey stuff is doing to our feet and the potential for friendly fire, and brambles and this robot, and I'm singing "We're a Danger To Ourselves and Others" with the mic on mute.

I'm pretty sure we successfully completed the event, but mostly, now I want to see Naked and Drunk challenges come back.

#fallout 76 #willow ironwood

[girlwholiveswithfaith]

Hey guys, I’d like to tell you about myself,and why I’m taking you with me on my journey!

Hi my name is Willow and I would describe myself as being a caring, loving, outgoing person! I am finding my identity and true self and here is my story!

I grew up in a Christian household throughout the entirety of my childhood. Now,I say it was a Christian household, but we didn’t go to church and worship as much as we should have and that’s okay! My family believes in the lord our savior, but the problem is… I don’t quite know my identity yet and my relationship with the lord. When I say this I don’t mean I turn my back to his love and open arms, but I haven’t put my foot forward and walked beside him. This is a huge leap for myself but I no longer want to be categorized as “spiritual but not religious,” this is just another description of being religiously unaffiliated. I do NOT want to be in this category anymore.

Checklist (what I’ll be talking about)

Categories

-bible study

-Celibacy

- mental health in connection to God

- daily bible verse posts and what they mean

- your comments! I’d love to hear your stories and thoughts

- All relationships through God

NOTE

I will have more topics throughout…So Check In

I’ll be posting Monday-Friday with weekend Bible study!

#christianity #biblestudy #celibacy #abstinence #walk with god

[musicals-n-cartoons]

King's Tide Reaction

We have reached the end of our journey, for now at least. Here's my eighth Owl House reaction!

Before the Episode

I was delayed on watching the episode, so uh, I got spoiled on some things by Youtube and a post in the Darcula Daily tag. On the upside, it looks like I was right that Luz is getting trapped in the Human Realm. So that seems exciting. And apparently the Collector destroyed Belos? So it looks like they are going to be the main bad guy for season 3. Tho I'm guessing that season 3 will focus more on Luz's internal conflict. But I shouldn't speculate about the next season right now, as I still got an episode to watch. For this one, I am predicting that King will not die, that the Collector is going to punish Belos (perhaps with the help of King?) after Belos betrays him, there will be no traitor, and Luz's palismen will hatch after Luz realizes something important about herself. Oh, and I'm thinking bat or snake for Luz's palismen.

Tho I do like that idea someone made that Luz's palismen might be a phoenix. It will amuse me if none of the foreshadowings we picked up was actually foreshadowing.

The Episode

King is in the In-Between again

The Collector's angry about the excuses Belos is making, warning him about the consequences of breaking a pinky swear.

King makes a noise, alerting the Collector, but wakes up before anything happens.

There seems to be high tension in the Luz Rescue Team.

"never built him an army" not for lack of trying, Hunter. Remember the flyer derby incident?

Aww, the palismens are here to help. As they say, you aren't you when you are hungry.

Unexpected backstory for the mittens thing. I always thought it came from the "mit" of "Amity" to be honest.

Willow comforts King, saying there is always a way to help, which feels like foreshadowing to me.

It's almost the eclipse and everyone's gathering at the head.

Belos says they're gonna wipe out wild magic, but considering that all magic is wild at heart, he's really saying they're gonna wipe out magic, period.

Raine is worrying about Eda. See, I knew they'ren't the traitor! You all are just paranoid.

Lilith is also worrying. There is a touching goodbye scene, but this better not be a final one.

Belos mixes it up a bit, isolating Eda-Disguised-as-Raine from the other rebel heads.

Adrien doesn't look like he is in on any suspicions that the Emperor has. Terra is more worrying.

The Day of Unity starts with a pretty light show.

Curse your sudden yet inevitable betray. But yeah, Belos is not freeing the Collector after all.

Belos is wearing his old clothes, snazzy.

Huh, it looks like the Collector is being projected from that disc. Covering it blocks him from interacting with the world.

Kiki brings Luz and is rejected by Belos. It was inevitable.

Belos and Luz finally meet again. And it's straight to a fight!

The rescue team is stopped by a scout airship.

Gus uses an illusion to turn the team's ship into bats. Hunter gets close but is knocked off his staff. Willow rescues him (Huntlow moment!), and Amity turns off the enemy abomitrons with a remote.

Alador, you made them more powerful so they could sell better.

Eda corruption is spreading, damaging the spell. She's going to die if this success, isn't she.

Oh no, Eda has been discovered! And now Belos got a scapegoat for why the spell is so destructive. That is if he still cares about his reputation of course.

Eberwolf decides to go for the attack. Darius joins in, it's an internal coup!

But the CATTs fail.

Terra is still bitter about the H.E.C.K incident. That was decades ago, you got to let it go!

With that downer, we are back to Luz and Belos.

Belos remarks on how much progress Luz made.

Oh, Belos doesn't want to be called Belos anymore, does he? Thinks he can redeem the old Philip's name?

Philip gives the standard temptation speech to Luz, but she ain't getting distracted.

If not-humans are bad, why turn into a not-human yourself? Think on that, Philip.

No, not the petrification spell! You put Luz down right this instance, Philip!

Luz got a new plan. To buy time she offers knowledge on the Human Realm to Philip.

Ha, surprise sigil! Now he is going to die with the rest of the island.

Terra is asking a rebel if Belos lied? Why does she think they rebelled?

The pain has started, cue mass panic.

Ah. so we get an answer to Alador's question on why so much abomitron security.

Philip turns into a monster to avoid answering Luz's demands to stop the spell.

Meanwhile, it isn't looking good for the rescue team. Alador has to stay behind to stop the abomitrons from going after the kids.

Oh, we are having the viewpoint of a sleepy King.

Oh, Monster Philip can talk!

The rescue team is here to save the day! Amity goes immediately to Luz's side, of course.

Gus tells King to stay back. King immediately falls down some stairs.

Gus is subjecting Philip to his worst memories, interesting.

How does Kiki know about the Collector... oh, of course, she's an eavesdropper! That actually makes sense.

Really, Philip? Pulling the sympathy trick now?

Caleb confirmed!

That's a lot of masks. God, can you imagine being Philip? Who would do such a thing?

So that's a symbol of hiding! The titan was trying to hide King's tower from the Collector?

Wow, King wasn't even being subtle, this is really like tricking a child.

Pinky swears!

I can't believe Eda loses an arm. It's like you don't need to foreshadow this sort of thing. Also, Raine trying to save their old ex? Heartbreaking.

The Collector's too OP, needs heavy nerfs. I can see why he was locked away.

Wait all the kids are going to the Human Realm? That's a twist I was not expecting.

Luz's not going?! Luz, you self-sacrificing fool!

And King chooses to help everybody by sacrificing himself to the Collector (metaphorically) and pushing Luz thru the door. At least she's safe.

Amphibia reference!

Luz greets her mom, trying and failing to keep a cheerful attitude.

After the Episode

And that's a wrap! To celebrate the successful completion of the second season, I'm going to rewatch the Owl House from the very beginning. Ok, that's 40 episodes at an episode a week... why that will be almost a year. No way the hiatus will last that long, let's bump that up to 2 episodes a week.

Now that there is no risk of spoilers, let's reenter Tumblr... 6.5 THOUSAND RECENT POSTS?! I have never seen the owl house tag gets so much activity before.

So I broke tradition and made a post on Saturday because a meme idea just came to me and I just know that this idea will get numbers. And I was right! Though 800 notes and counting was a lot more than I was expecting. None of my other posts got even 1% of that. I even got a "looking for sugar baby" reply! That's when you know you made it.

Someone pointed out that Philip/Belos fits most of the criteria of the antichrist, which is hilarious.

The Collector is an all-powerful reality warper, like Discord or Bill Cipher. Unlike them, however, he is not a trickster figure. On the contrary, he's the one who keeps getting tricked. Someone remarked that he's kinda like the Fae, in that keeping to your word is very important to him, and I can see it.

I like the idea that the Frogland hoax is a real hoax in the owl house universe, as it allows for this cute reference while preventing comic book style canonicity weirdness. Altho I'm not against a little comic book style crossovers...

Speaking of Amphibia, I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one having Amphibia season 3 deja vu.

Now, prediction time! Making predictions this early is foolhardy, but also fun. I going to guess that the first special will have some Camila/Luz drama. I can see it now. Camila going "but the Boiling ilses literally just traumatized you" and Luz going "but I made so many friends and family there!" and Camila going "you can make frie- wait did you say family?". It will be great. I don't know about the middle, but the end will probably be a Lumity date, because they deserve a happy ending to start off the season dammit.

Final Verdict on Season 2

owl show good

#the owl house #owl house #toh #toh reactions #the owl house spoilers #owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

[kdenvs3000w24]

Music in Nature and Nature in Music

Music can be found anywhere in nature- from the birds chirping to the frogs croaking to coyotes barking and howling in the distance. It almost creates a daily symphony for us that we may turn a dead ear to unsuspectingly. On the other hand, nature can sometimes be heard in music and it is readily available through our fingertips. Radio's consistently display music that potentially paints an interpretive image of landscapes, such as What a Wonderful World by the late Louis Armstrong, Earth Song by the late Michael Jackson and even in modern music such as Willow by Taylor Swift in which the lyrics relate human emotions to that of nature. We can even find some orchestral songs that make you feel a part of nature such as songs created by Tom Day. While his music doesn't include lyrics, it includes birds chirping or every day sounds such as people walking, the wind blowing through the trees, and so on. His instrumentals send you into this masterpiece of how I personally feel nature would 'feel' if we could turn our interpretations into music. I've attached one of his works at the bottom of this blog post which includes very faint sounds of birds chirping. This song places me, personally, as a child walking home from school on a warm sunny afternoon and I feel Tom Day is trying to create this imagery through his music. Take a listen and tell me how you feel yourself!

This music I've attached doesn't necessarily bring forth ideas and challenges towards nature interpretation, as challenged in our unit content in how music can make learning more knowledgable and interesting. Granted, I challenge this by bringing forth instrumental music that may help us focus and bring light to situations by 'reading between the lines', for lack of a better term. I also find it inspiring to make us want to go out and listen to the natural world.

Bobcaygeon by the Tragically Hip plays such an important musical role to me when it comes to interpreting nature through music. As a kid, I would go camping with my family in which we'd take 2 separate cars so as to fit more stuff (and us of course!). I'd always end up with my dad and we'd play any song we felt fit from Orinoco Flow by Enya to the Red Hot Chili Peppers (my personal favourite) to Bobcaygeon by the Tragically Hip. This song always reminds me of camping, specifically the lyrics that state

"And it was in Bobcaygeon, where we saw the constellations, reveal themselves one star at a time"

These lyrics paint the perfect picture of the stars in the sky on a cool night in the country. Living in the city, it was hard to see the stars due to light pollution whereas when we went camping in Port Elgin, stars were always something to see and take in and appreciate. Now, this song plays in my head every time I look up at the stars in my own country backyard. Do you have any music that brings you back to a natural environment?

References Youtube.com - The Tragically Hip Official HD video Youtube.com - Tom Day - Going Home as posted by 'MrSuicideSheep' What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong Willow - Taylor Swift Unit 07 - Nature Interpretation through Music, Nature Interpretation as presented by Amanda Hooykas

#Bobcaygeon #Nature #Interpretation #Guelph #ENVS3000 #nature interpretation #Tom Day #Tragically Hip #Youtube

[yesterdaylovedme]

Narcos 1x1 RP

Looking for a Javier Peña for my OC. I'm happy to double as Murphy if needed.

Writing should be novella (think 4-6 paragraphs) and plot should take priority. That said, I'd love some passionate smut throw into the mix, provided it isn't distracting from the plot, but rather enhances the characters. I write in third person, past tense. And I'd love a post daily but I have no issues waiting a few days or weeks if life gets hectic, RPing should be fun, not a chore.

This should take place via discord! Interact with this ad or add me on discord: genkaichan

- **Idea One:**

Javier Peña is introduced to a new DEA agent, Sasha Willows, and is tasked with partnering with her as well as Murphy. The trio continue to work together, trying to follow leads. Sasha and Javier get close, given she's sassy and bubbly. Given Murphy has a wife, he isn't one for going out after work, unlike Sasha. Javi and Sasha engage in banter, as a way to distract from the terrible world they're navigating. As leads dry up and Pablo Escobar continues to grow his empire, Sasha makes the bold suggestion of her going undercover to pose a maid for Escobar. At first, her suggestion is dismissed, citing her being new but also the evident danger. But after another string of bad luck, Sasha presses the idea again, determined to make some progress, even at the expense of her well-being. With much hesitation, Sasha is given the green light to pose as a maid. With the right paperwork and police aid, Sasha is now a maid serving Escobar and his family. He has vetted her and found no issues. Sasha begins to flirt and get close to Escobar while reporting to the task force any news she gets. Soon, her undercover position is compromised and Javi must work to save her. Our RP would start with Sasha's arrival.

- **Idea Two:**

After a night of drinking and trying to forget his trouble, Javier Peña stumbles upon a young woman in distress. She's being taken advantage of by a group of men Javier recognizes as part of Pablo Escobar's gang. Javi manages to scare them off before rescuing the young woman. He takes her back to his place, as it's a safe option and not too far. Come morning, the woman awakens and introduces herself as Rebecca "Becca" Watson, from the UK. She was on holiday and got captured while she was making her way to her hotel, in an unsafe area. With her passport and money taken, Javi insists she stays with him until things get resolved. Little does Javi know, Becca was blackmailed by Escobar to infiltrate the DEA task force and get close to Javier. While she is from the UK and was kidnapped by Escobar, he is holding her credentials hostage until she helps him get information on Peña and his partner. But as Becca and Javi get close, she realizes she cannot betray his trust and confesses to him, her grim situation. Our RP would start with Javi spotting Becca a dark alley.

#narcos #javier peña #roleplay #discord rp #javi pena #pedro pascal #Narcos rp

[thedivinefish]

TGIWednesday: How do you know it's the same crow?

TGIWednesday News

We mainly have cats inside and out, but please know that I love dogs and all other animals too!  Heck I work on someone’s” pet project” every day, via appointment worldwide!  I also enjoy birds, and I am convinced Spirt sends them to me. 

Just the other day a bird I’ve never seen before landed on the edge outside my office window just to say hello.  It’s not my brother, but I know he’s sending them just as a lark (pun intended).  Not suprising we have a crow that shows up daily for food.  He eats leftover cat food/high grade kibble that the outsiders leave behind.  Recently I put out a bowl just for him.  As only my skeptical friend in South Florida would say, “How do you know it’s the same crow?” Oh I don’t know, maybe because it shows up at the same time every day alone and lands on the same fence post every time!  Why doubt Spirit?  Run headstrong into the mystical magical world and more will appear.  You can live your life like nothing matters and we’ll be worm food or live your life giving and loving others and leaning into acceptance and allowance knowing that this is not the end of our journey but just one of many.  I see you being in allowance and acceptance of miracles showing up today and always as you read this now.

Has it been a minute since our last session?  Reach out today and let’s see what we can stir up together with Spirit!  Reach out if you need a tune up!...  Appointments View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins “I’ll meet you in the field” Rumi said.  The field of infinite possibility, physics and play.

TGIWednesday Download

~ BEING IN HARMONY ~ I believe, think, know and feel that I can now be in harmony with everything and everyone in my life and by so doing I am radiating inner peace.  I am ready, willing and able to be more accepting of others and their choices without judgement or ridicule and realize to each his own.  I know, when, where, how and why to harmoize my life in the here and now and move like the willow in the wind knowing that as I balance every area of my life, I am in balance with the Universe.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  I know that if I make a little daily progress the rest of my life will be the best of my life!

TOMORROW'S LIVE ZOOM EVENT

JOIN US TOMORROW JUNE 29TH  at 7:30PM  EASTERN Theme:  Harmony Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and replay)    

So much of our lives are out of “harmony” with things. How many times have you been sad or wished you could do or say this or that? It’s because you were not in harmony with the person, place, thing, pet or situation. Let’s get you back on track with this Zoom event focused on being in harmony with our health, life’s mission, relationships, family, work job career

1) Personal wish: I would like to be more in harmony with ________________

2) Wish for others: let’s harmonize____________ so that we can be on the same page and be in a better place together

3) World view: let’s be more in harmony with the earth, the climate, world peace, etc

**All submissions must be rec'd by TODAY June 28th at [email protected]

Pre-Register Now - $22

On Deck... Life Force Energy Masterclass

Everything can be broken down into the language of numbers and those numbers measure Life Force Energy - positive vs negative, flow vs block.  So what Spirit came up with and gave to me to give to you, along with the concept of fishing, is to use numbers as a percentage of strength or weakness. What are the strengths and weaknesses of the percentage of probability? We can change them!   

We’re going to simplify and show you how to get even MORE results out of your fishing and show you how to DECREASE taking on blocks and INCREASE your energetic flow.  We will address with finger muscle testing, pendulums and of course standing sway testing. Stay tuned for this ingenious way to get even more results and amazing outcomes!  It will be in our new Masterclasses Training Center taught in written, audio and video lessons.

Tentative release is July 7th (7/7/2023) 

FREE Live Appearances

Your Divine Uniqueness With host Moncef Akfir TAKING LIVE CALLERSTHURSDAY AUGUST 18TH 2:00PM Eastern Time 

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

JUNE 28TH "Today I will recognize what God has put before me. I will recognize that along with opportunity I will be given enough of the ethereal signs and wiggle room to expand every aspect of my being. People, places, and things can and will work out for me today."

Come See Me In Tampa

SESSIONS AT SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office on the last Friday of each month

The next opportunity for Tampa office sessions: FRIDAY AUGUST 4TH

Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75. If you’re new to working with him, we suggest you schedule 30 minutes

403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

From the Fish Box

Testimonial My Daily Prayer service subscriber!

   Hi. Back is doing great I had a pinched nerve I’m sure now I can walk up steep incline without pain or much sob. KC doing great 26.5 weeks. House has few potential lookers and no bites. Good!! Not a sniff of sale. Eyes doing ok need that to be priority as steady at this point. I can’t thank you enough!!! I’ll keep you updated have upper and lower GI scope on Monday but you enjoy your 4th and your family. Love you Jimmy. 

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

Visit now, Click Here!

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

View Full Zoom Replay Collection 

Terahertz Quantum Frequency Wand The power of this frequency seems to reach every corner of the human cell, bringing about "activation" to the human body. The frequency is very effective for working on weak human cells, enzymes and DNA, restoring the body to its normal state. Use code: TSG10 get 10% off (Now back in stock!)

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments ???Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins Search FAQ Create Your FREE MEMBERS Account  Clearing Audio Downloads? and eBooks Get Certified in MLF Mastery or Practitioner Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2023 All Rights Reserved

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TGIWednesday: How do you know it's the same crow?

TGIWednesday News

We mainly have cats inside and out, but please know that I love dogs and all other animals too!  Heck I work on someone’s” pet project” every day, via appointment worldwide!  I also enjoy birds, and I am convinced Spirt sends them to me. 

Just the other day a bird I’ve never seen before landed on the edge outside my office window just to say hello.  It’s not my brother, but I know he’s sending them just as a lark (pun intended).  Not suprising we have a crow that shows up daily for food.  He eats leftover cat food/high grade kibble that the outsiders leave behind.  Recently I put out a bowl just for him.  As only my skeptical friend in South Florida would say, “How do you know it’s the same crow?” Oh I don’t know, maybe because it shows up at the same time every day alone and lands on the same fence post every time!  Why doubt Spirit?  Run headstrong into the mystical magical world and more will appear.  You can live your life like nothing matters and we’ll be worm food or live your life giving and loving others and leaning into acceptance and allowance knowing that this is not the end of our journey but just one of many.  I see you being in allowance and acceptance of miracles showing up today and always as you read this now.

Has it been a minute since our last session?  Reach out today and let’s see what we can stir up together with Spirit!  Reach out if you need a tune up!...  Appointments View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins “I’ll meet you in the field” Rumi said.  The field of infinite possibility, physics and play.

TGIWednesday Download

~ BEING IN HARMONY ~ I believe, think, know and feel that I can now be in harmony with everything and everyone in my life and by so doing I am radiating inner peace.  I am ready, willing and able to be more accepting of others and their choices without judgement or ridicule and realize to each his own.  I know, when, where, how and why to harmoize my life in the here and now and move like the willow in the wind knowing that as I balance every area of my life, I am in balance with the Universe.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  I know that if I make a little daily progress the rest of my life will be the best of my life!

TOMORROW'S LIVE ZOOM EVENT

JOIN US TOMORROW JUNE 29TH  at 7:30PM  EASTERN Theme:  Harmony Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and replay)    

So much of our lives are out of “harmony” with things. How many times have you been sad or wished you could do or say this or that? It’s because you were not in harmony with the person, place, thing, pet or situation. Let’s get you back on track with this Zoom event focused on being in harmony with our health, life’s mission, relationships, family, work job career

1) Personal wish: I would like to be more in harmony with ________________

2) Wish for others: let’s harmonize____________ so that we can be on the same page and be in a better place together

3) World view: let’s be more in harmony with the earth, the climate, world peace, etc

**All submissions must be rec'd by TODAY June 28th at [email protected]

Pre-Register Now - $22

On Deck... Life Force Energy Masterclass

Everything can be broken down into the language of numbers and those numbers measure Life Force Energy - positive vs negative, flow vs block.  So what Spirit came up with and gave to me to give to you, along with the concept of fishing, is to use numbers as a percentage of strength or weakness. What are the strengths and weaknesses of the percentage of probability? We can change them!   

We’re going to simplify and show you how to get even MORE results out of your fishing and show you how to DECREASE taking on blocks and INCREASE your energetic flow.  We will address with finger muscle testing, pendulums and of course standing sway testing. Stay tuned for this ingenious way to get even more results and amazing outcomes!  It will be in our new Masterclasses Training Center taught in written, audio and video lessons.

Tentative release is July 7th (7/7/2023) 

FREE Live Appearances

Your Divine Uniqueness With host Moncef Akfir TAKING LIVE CALLERSTHURSDAY AUGUST 18TH 2:00PM Eastern Time 

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

JUNE 28TH "Today I will recognize what God has put before me. I will recognize that along with opportunity I will be given enough of the ethereal signs and wiggle room to expand every aspect of my being. People, places, and things can and will work out for me today."

Come See Me In Tampa

SESSIONS AT SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office on the last Friday of each month

The next opportunity for Tampa office sessions: FRIDAY AUGUST 4TH

Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75. If you’re new to working with him, we suggest you schedule 30 minutes

403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

From the Fish Box

Testimonial My Daily Prayer service subscriber!

   Hi. Back is doing great I had a pinched nerve I’m sure now I can walk up steep incline without pain or much sob. KC doing great 26.5 weeks. House has few potential lookers and no bites. Good!! Not a sniff of sale. Eyes doing ok need that to be priority as steady at this point. I can’t thank you enough!!! I’ll keep you updated have upper and lower GI scope on Monday but you enjoy your 4th and your family. Love you Jimmy. 

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

Visit now, Click Here!

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

View Full Zoom Replay Collection 

Terahertz Quantum Frequency Wand The power of this frequency seems to reach every corner of the human cell, bringing about "activation" to the human body. The frequency is very effective for working on weak human cells, enzymes and DNA, restoring the body to its normal state. Use code: TSG10 get 10% off (Now back in stock!)

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

TGIFunny

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Jimmy Mack | Appointments ???Transformational Healing of Body, Mind? & Spirit, People, Places, Pets & Situations!? ? View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins Search FAQ Create Your FREE MEMBERS Account  Clearing Audio Downloads? and eBooks Get Certified in MLF Mastery or Practitioner Watch Free Videos on YouTube Radio Show Archives Healing and Grounding Mats ...enter code: MyLiquidFishfs at checkout for Free shipping! http://www.jimmymackhealingshop.com www.jimmymackhealing.com Copyright ©1998-2023 All Rights Reserved

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TGIWednesday: How do you know it's the same crow?

TGIWednesday News

We mainly have cats inside and out, but please know that I love dogs and all other animals too!  Heck I work on someone’s” pet project” every day, via appointment worldwide!  I also enjoy birds, and I am convinced Spirt sends them to me. 

Just the other day a bird I’ve never seen before landed on the edge outside my office window just to say hello.  It’s not my brother, but I know he’s sending them just as a lark (pun intended).  Not suprising we have a crow that shows up daily for food.  He eats leftover cat food/high grade kibble that the outsiders leave behind.  Recently I put out a bowl just for him.  As only my skeptical friend in South Florida would say, “How do you know it’s the same crow?” Oh I don’t know, maybe because it shows up at the same time every day alone and lands on the same fence post every time!  Why doubt Spirit?  Run headstrong into the mystical magical world and more will appear.  You can live your life like nothing matters and we’ll be worm food or live your life giving and loving others and leaning into acceptance and allowance knowing that this is not the end of our journey but just one of many.  I see you being in allowance and acceptance of miracles showing up today and always as you read this now.

Has it been a minute since our last session?  Reach out today and let’s see what we can stir up together with Spirit!  Reach out if you need a tune up!...  Appointments View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins “I’ll meet you in the field” Rumi said.  The field of infinite possibility, physics and play.

TGIWednesday Download

~ BEING IN HARMONY ~ I believe, think, know and feel that I can now be in harmony with everything and everyone in my life and by so doing I am radiating inner peace.  I am ready, willing and able to be more accepting of others and their choices without judgement or ridicule and realize to each his own.  I know, when, where, how and why to harmoize my life in the here and now and move like the willow in the wind knowing that as I balance every area of my life, I am in balance with the Universe.  I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is.  I know that if I make a little daily progress the rest of my life will be the best of my life!

TOMORROW'S LIVE ZOOM EVENT

JOIN US TOMORROW JUNE 29TH  at 7:30PM  EASTERN Theme:  Harmony Pre-register at Calendly for $22 (includes reminders and replay)    

So much of our lives are out of “harmony” with things. How many times have you been sad or wished you could do or say this or that? It’s because you were not in harmony with the person, place, thing, pet or situation. Let’s get you back on track with this Zoom event focused on being in harmony with our health, life’s mission, relationships, family, work job career

1) Personal wish: I would like to be more in harmony with ________________

2) Wish for others: let’s harmonize____________ so that we can be on the same page and be in a better place together

3) World view: let’s be more in harmony with the earth, the climate, world peace, etc

**All submissions must be rec'd by TODAY June 28th at [email protected]

Pre-Register Now - $22

On Deck... Life Force Energy Masterclass

Everything can be broken down into the language of numbers and those numbers measure Life Force Energy - positive vs negative, flow vs block.  So what Spirit came up with and gave to me to give to you, along with the concept of fishing, is to use numbers as a percentage of strength or weakness. What are the strengths and weaknesses of the percentage of probability? We can change them!   

We’re going to simplify and show you how to get even MORE results out of your fishing and show you how to DECREASE taking on blocks and INCREASE your energetic flow.  We will address with finger muscle testing, pendulums and of course standing sway testing. Stay tuned for this ingenious way to get even more results and amazing outcomes!  It will be in our new Masterclasses Training Center taught in written, audio and video lessons.

Tentative release is July 7th (7/7/2023) 

FREE Live Appearances

Your Divine Uniqueness With host Moncef Akfir TAKING LIVE CALLERSTHURSDAY AUGUST 18TH 2:00PM Eastern Time 

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

JUNE 28TH "Today I will recognize what God has put before me. I will recognize that along with opportunity I will be given enough of the ethereal signs and wiggle room to expand every aspect of my being. People, places, and things can and will work out for me today."

Come See Me In Tampa

SESSIONS AT SWANN HOLISTIC HEALTH SOLUTIONS  

Jimmy Mack will be offering sessions at Dr. Charla Tempone’s office on the last Friday of each month

The next opportunity for Tampa office sessions: FRIDAY AUGUST 4TH

Please call their office directly at  ?? [phone] in order to get on the schedule for 15-minutes $45 or 30-minutes $75. If you’re new to working with him, we suggest you schedule 30 minutes

403 S. Habana Ave. Tampa, FL 33609 Just south of Azeele next to Skin Savvy http://www.ctholisticsolutions.com

From the Fish Box

Testimonial My Daily Prayer service subscriber!

   Hi. Back is doing great I had a pinched nerve I’m sure now I can walk up steep incline without pain or much sob. KC doing great 26.5 weeks. House has few potential lookers and no bites. Good!! Not a sniff of sale. Eyes doing ok need that to be priority as steady at this point. I can’t thank you enough!!! I’ll keep you updated have upper and lower GI scope on Monday but you enjoy your 4th and your family. Love you Jimmy. 

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

Visit now, Click Here!

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Easing IRS Stress & Taxes Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping

View Full Zoom Replay Collection 

Terahertz Quantum Frequency Wand The power of this frequency seems to reach every corner of the human cell, bringing about "activation" to the human body. The frequency is very effective for working on weak human cells, enzymes and DNA, restoring the body to its normal state. Use code: TSG10 get 10% off (Now back in stock!)

The 5 Anchors Process

The Purple Rain Process

The Magical Golden Key

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TGIWednesday: How do you know it's the same crow?

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We mainly have cats inside and out, but please know that I love dogs and all other animals too!  Heck I work on someone’s” pet project” every day, via appointment worldwide!  I also enjoy birds, and I am convinced Spirt sends them to me. 

Just the other day a bird I’ve never seen before landed on the edge outside my office window just to say hello.  It’s not my brother, but I know he’s sending them just as a lark (pun intended).  Not suprising we have a crow that shows up daily for food.  He eats leftover cat food/high grade kibble that the outsiders leave behind.  Recently I put out a bowl just for him.  As only my skeptical friend in South Florida would say, “How do you know it’s the same crow?” Oh I don’t know, maybe because it shows up at the same time every day alone and lands on the same fence post every time!  Why doubt Spirit?  Run headstrong into the mystical magical world and more will appear.  You can live your life like nothing matters and we’ll be worm food or live your life giving and loving others and leaning into acceptance and allowance knowing that this is not the end of our journey but just one of many.  I see you being in allowance and acceptance of miracles showing up today and always as you read this now.

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I just think that they

#babies !!! #look 🥺 #willuz #willow park #luz noceda #toh #the owl house #back to our daily willow posting

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fic recs

someone told me that the link in my navigation wasn’t working, so i’m just going to link all the fics i reblog to this post. (daily updates lol)

✨ means nsfw (18+ only)

disclaimer: i own absolutely none of this content (my works can be found here and here only), i just hope you guys can show these writers some love!

find the second volume here

Harry Potter

➸ fred weasley

friends for now

i hate you

dream a dream of me ✨

stress and chess ✨

dancing in the burrow

hate to think about you with somebody else ✨

➸ bill weasley

willow

➸ theodore nott

our secrets are buried shallow

chasing pavements

➸ cedric diggory

warm

➸ sirius black

napkins

➸ regulus black

tricks and charms

➸ oliver wood

smile

Marvel Cinematic Universe

➸ peter parker

rogers: the musical

the spidey club

yes dear? ✨

band-aid brand

last night

crush

right where you left me (4)

modern art

the first fall of snow

peter parker masterlist

i know that voice

➸ bucky barnes

that old feeling

construction worker bucky drabble ✨

you're my fantasy ✨

hair

can’t lose you ✨

lavender

drunk on you

➸ steve rogers

just come home

➸ matt murdock

blurred lines ✨

domesticity ✨

a slow day ✨

you will forever

soulmark

closer

upstairs

boyfriend?

chamomile

moan for me ✨

what a night

study distractions

footsteps ✨

strip poker ✨

➸ stephen strange

baby blues and tattoos ✨

➸ loki laufeyson

black cat

leg day ✨

➸ natasha romanoff

breathe again

a rose in the ruins

the 3rd of december

➸ kate bishop

collateral damage

just two girls

➸ druig

beautiful centuries

see you again

it's never over

beautiful, beautiful

i'll never let you go

➸ kingo

the only exception

Stranger Things

➸ steve harrington

genius

matilda

halloween night in ✨

The 100

➸ john murphy

fingertips

The Queen's Gambit

➸ benny watts

leading question ✨

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

➸ rodrick heffley

in lesbians with you

The Chronicles of Narnia

➸ edmund pevensie

crying yourself to sleep

surfaced feelings

i dare you

play with fire ✨

whiskey and cheap wine ✨

sneaking around

not-so-perfect perfect first date

➸ prince/king caspian

visiting princesses ✨

➸ peter pevensie

surface level

slipping through my fingers

Grishaverse

➸ nikolai lantsov

my queen ✨

restless nights ✨

Riordanverse

➸ leo valdez

insecure

DSMP

➸ cc!ranboo

we’re satisfied (platonic)

➸ cc!dream

give it back

unshared feelings

halloween

Little Women

➸ theodore "laurie" lawrence

desperate

Actors/Actresses

➸ timothee chalamet

mon amour

➸ drew starkey

better

#fic recs #fic rec #theodore nott x reader #cedric diggory x reader #bill weasley x reader #timothee chamalet x reader #laurie x reader #cc!dream x reader #cc!ranboo x reader #prince caspian x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #druig x reader #kate bishop x reader #doctor strange x reader #peter parker x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #fred weasley x reader #matt murdock x reader #leo valdez x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #dream x reader

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Bring Back the Bastard Daily Prompts

Hello, folks! I'm posting these two weeks before we begin our fest, on September 1st, to give folks some inspiration on what to write each day as we celebrate Severus Snape's pettiest, most dastardly moments. I specifically picked out moments Snaters always harp on, that Snapedom personally enjoys--from any moment with Trevor to bitching at Lupin at Sirius, to the moments that Lily turns away and Dumbledore's face flashes with disgust--sure, he's a bastard, but he's our bastard, and that's what we like about him. You don't want him? Good. We'll keep him. Here are 30 scene prompts for 30 days--it's a long list, pulled chronologically from all seven books, but I found that it reminded me of everything I love about this character. The moments where he's called deranged, the moments where he slips into all-caps, the ugliest moments of the soul. Hope yall enjoy. Excited to kick off the fest starting September 1st, and absolutely excited to see what Snapedom will do. Let's Bring Back the Bastard! The prompts are below the readmore.

Day 1: The Scar Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacheer with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes--and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. "What is it?" asked Percy. "N-nothing." The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look--a felling that he didn't like Harry at all. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to--everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

Day 2: Bad Impressions Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new--celebrity."

Day 3: Potions Class "Potter!" said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand shot into the air. "I don't know, sir," said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut--fame clearly isn't everything."

Day 4: A Horrible Sight Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. "Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but-- "POTTER!" Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped. "I just wondered if I could have my book back." "GET OUT! OUT!"

Day 5: Maybe He's Ill "Hang on..." Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table...Where's Snape?" Professor Severus Snape was Harry's least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape's least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions. "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. "Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!" "Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him--" "Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Day 6: Slytherin Takes the Field "But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "But I booked it!" "Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'"

Day 7: No Quidditch For You! "I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest." "Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong." Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," he said firmly. Snape looked furious.

Day 8: Expelliarmus! "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry--you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!" "Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear. Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at *him* like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our fist spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." "I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth. "One--two--three--" Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet. He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Day 9: Only Bite Him A Little Bit, Please "Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get rid of it..."

Day 10: Poisoning Trevor The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small op, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

Day 11: Insufferable Know-It-All Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air. "Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between--" "We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on--" "Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..." "Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf--" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Fire more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Day 12: Your Saintly Father "I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter," he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. "Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts." Snape's uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

Day 13: Don't Talk About What You Don't Understand "KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end o his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face. Hermione fell silent. "Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you..." "The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" --he jerked his head at Ron-- "I'll come quietly...." "Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black...pleased enough to give you a little Kiss, I daresay...."

Day 14: A Great Disappointment "He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have let somebody in the room with him. When this gets out--" "HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE *OR* DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS--HAS--SOMETHING--TO--DO--WITH--POTTER!" "Severus--be reasonable--Harry has been locked up--" BAM. The door of the hospital wing burst open. Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. "OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" "See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw--" "THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. "Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" "YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT--" "That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the war ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?" "Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!" "Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further." Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward. "Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." "Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

Day 15: Haven't You Heard? "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er--Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'....Thought everyone'd know by now...Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night...He's packin' now, o' course."

Day 16: I See No Difference "And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice. Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain." "Potter attacked me, sir--" "We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted. "--and he hit Goyle--look--" Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi. "Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly. "Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!" He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth--she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back. Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Day 17: The Dark Mark Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He struck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. "There," said Snape harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff's too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eater to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."

Day 18: If You Are Ready...If You Are Prepared... "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready...if you are prepared..." "I am," said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely. "Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.

Day 19: Obviously "Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, her quill poised over her clipboard. "Fourteen years," Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. His eyes on Snape, Harry added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange. "You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape. "Yes," said Snape quietly. "But you were unsuccessful?" Snape's lip curled. "Obviously." Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. "And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?" "Yes," said Snape quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry. "Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?" asked Umbridge. "I suggest you ask him," said Snape jerkily. "Oh I shall," said Professor Umbridge with a sweet smile. "I suppose this is relevant?" Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed. "Oh yes," said Professor Umbridge. "Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers'--er--backgrounds...." She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson, and began questioning her about the lessons. Snape looked around at Harry and their eyes met for a second. Harry hastily dropped his gaze to his potion, which was now congealing foully and giving off a strong smell of burned rubber. "No marks again, then, Potter," said Snape maliciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a wave of his wand. "You will write me an essay on the correct composition of this potion, indicating how and why you went wrong, to be handed in next lesson, do you understand?"

Day 20: Very Like His Father "How touching," Snape sneered. "But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?" Yes, I have," said Sirius proudly. "Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him," Snape said sleekly. Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table toward Snape, pulling out his wand as he went; Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting from Sirius' wand-tip to his face. "Sirius!" said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him. "I've warned you, Snivellus," said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, "I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better." "Oh, but why don't you tell him so?" whispered Snape. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?" "Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?" "Speaking of dogs," said Snape softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform...gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?" Sirius raised his wand. "NO!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them, "Sirius, don't--" "Are you calling me a coward?" roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge. "Why, yes, I suppose I am," said Snape.

Day 21: Wormtail's Whine "We...we are alone, aren't we?" Narcissa asked quietly. "Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?" He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen. "As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily. The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove. "Narcissa!" he said, in a squeaky voice. "And Bellatrix! How charming--" "Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom." Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him. "I am not your servant!" he squeaked, avoiding Snape's eyes. "Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me." "To assist, yes--but not to make you drinks and--clean your house!" "I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving more dangerous assignments," said Snape silkily. "This can be easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord--" "I can speak to him if I want to!" "Of course you can," said Snape, sneering. "But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do."

Day 22: A Loving Caress Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. "The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible." Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice? "Your defenses," said Snape, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures" --he indicated a few of them as he swept past-- "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse" --he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony-- "feel the Dementor's Kiss" --a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall-- "or provoke the aggression of the Inferius" --a bloody mass upon the ground.

Day 23: Better People "What does it matter?" said Malfoy. "Defense Against the Dark Arts--it's all just a joke, isn't it, an act? Like an of us need protecting against the Dark Arts--" "It is an act that is crucial to success, Draco!" said Snape. "Where do you think I would have been all these years, if I had not known how to act? Now listen to me! You are being incautious, wandering around at night, getting yourself caught, and if you are placing your reliance in assistants like Crabbe and Goyle--" "They're not the only ones, I've got other people on my side, better people!" "Then why not confide in me, and I can--" "I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!" There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, "You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father's capture and imprisonment has upset you, but--"

Day 24: Revulsion and Hatred Etched on His Face "Severus..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus...please..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!"

Day 25: Don't Call Me Coward Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi-- "No, Potter!" screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. "You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them--I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you'd turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, woudl you? I don't think so...no!" Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. "Kill me then," panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward--" "DON'T--" screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly deranged, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them-- "CALL ME COWARD!"

Day 26: The Guest Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it directly at the slowing revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. "Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as thought they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, "Severus! Help me!" "Ah, yes," said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

Day 27: I Regret It "All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer." Snape did not speak. "Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen." "My Lord--" "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine." "My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand. "It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last." And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue. "Kill." There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake's fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor. "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.

Day 28: You Hurt Her! "Tuney!" said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. "Who's spying now?" he shouted. "What d'you want?" Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say. "What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?" There was a *crack*. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. "Tuney!" But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. "Did you make it happen?" "No." He looked both defiant and scared. "You did!" She was backing away from him. "You *did*! You hurt her!" "No--no I didn't!" But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused....

Day 29: Save Your Breath "I'm sorry." "I'm not interested." "I'm sorry!" "Save your breath." It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here." "I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--" "Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends--you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?" He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. "I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." "No--listen, I didn't mean--" "--to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I any different?" He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole....

Day 30: Anything "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have--I have asked him--" "You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to drink a little. "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?" Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. "Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her--them--safe. Please." "And what will you give me in return, Severus?" "In--in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

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[little-lemon-lattes]

The Scheme

🌛Zelda Spellman x fem! reader

—Word count: 1.9k

— Triggers: Mention of murder and burning in a non-violent context

— Summary: We have part 2 to The Set Up! You and Zelda spend a blissful day together since kissing the night before, and make the most of being together before the mortuary fills with life- and typical Spellman scheming- again!

You were on Cloud-fucking-9.

The previous evening, you and Zelda had kissed. It had been truly extraordinary, even better than the few times you had allowed your mind to indulge in that kind of imagery concerning her. You had never felt that good with anyone before; well, minding that you had neither felt for anyone like that of which you had been trying to cover for the astonishing woman.

She currently lay in the grass next to you, cheek resting tentatively on your belly, as you both just watched each other in comfortable silence. Gosh, kissing Zelda had felt SO good that it had been hard to stop at just one. Like now. Her stunningly bright and beautiful green eyes were boring into yours, but you really couldn’t tell if she was trying to send you a signal or was just unwittingly that gorgeous on the daily. Probably the latter. You also had to remind yourself that, EVEN though you two already lived under the same roof, you would take things one step at a time together. The last 24 hours with Zelda had been like a dream, and the Spellman mortuary had a new air to it now that you knew where you stood.

That morning, you had woken just before dawn (which was much earlier than you preferred), likely still on a high from the feel of Zelda’s lips. Rather than lay there attempting to force yourself back to sleep, you rose from your pillow. Perhaps it was your always-lingering insecurity pulling some strings, but it suddenly seemed desperately important to you- then and there at 4:56am- that you find a way of proving to Zelda that she hadn’t made the wrong choice opening up to you the night before. Just one more bonus of Hilda’s disappearance that weekend being that the kitchen was inevitably free, within a few minutes you had decided to make a spot of breakfast to share. You would never admit it out loud, but you were also buzzing to showcase your culinary ability; of which had been somewhat hindered by the unspoken acknowledgement that Hilda was the kitchen witch of the house.

With that, you were out of bed and clothed in a black turtleneck and mom jeans, as you put the finishing touches on a French braid: all by 5:15. THe next two hours flew by as you whipped up black coffee, almond cake, black sausage, eggs, salmon, bagels, mushroom, and tomato. You were just laying out bloody-fleshed plums and yoghurt when you heard gentle footsteps on the landing above you. Smiling softly, you stopped to admire as the woman padded down the stairs, wrapped in a silky black robe and wiping bits of sleep from her eyes. She stopped dead as she spotted the food on the table, hand still raised to her eye.

“Surprise...?” you peeped.

Zelda’s hand flopped to her side as she tilted her head adorably, treating you to a giddy smile. And you were hopeless to try not to smile right back. That there was enough to have made the last two hours worth it. “

“What’s all this, y/n?”

“I, uh... breakfast?”

Zelda couldn’t help smiling a little more at the cute way you had made it seem like a question. “I see that,” she laughed, “but why?”

You forced an expression of mock pain onto your face.

“I am hurt, Spellman, hurt! Does there have to be a reason?”

All she did was raise her eyebrows in disbelief. You supposed it was probably best to build any chance you had together on honesty.

“Okay, FINE. I just... wanted to show you that last night wasn’t a mistake, in case you were having any doubts.”

Zelda trotted, cat-like, down from her post against the railing, and came to rest just half a metre in front of you.

“Why, there was absolutely nothing of the sort. I hardly slept a wink all night; your lips have something of a memorable feel to them, if I am honest.”

And this time, it was her that closed the space between you, snaking her arms around your waist to pull you closer. One long peck later, the bubblegum-pink shade of your cheeks matched hers in perfect unison, as if in competition.

Breakfast was sweet and long, spent thigh to thigh next to each other, chatting about all the things you had been too afraid to ask each other until that point.

The rest of the day was passed laying next to one another in the winter sunshine, beneath an age-old willow tree. After what felt like just minutes since you had arrived (but had really been hours), you pointed to the sky with the hand that wasn’t clasping Zelda’s.

“Look, the sun!”

You received a lazy “hmmm” in response. Twisting to face her on your left, you couldn’t fight your sigh of content. The High Priestess was laying with her eyes closed in utter bliss, the final rays of Sunday’s sunshine dancing across those glorious lashes.

“It’s setting, Zelda. Everyone will be back soon.” you murmured to her. It was as if you had thrown a bucket of ice over her. Cloud 9 disappeared with the snapping open of her eyes. The soft expression that had occupied her visage all day visibly hardened into her more familiar, stoic one. She leapt to her feet, snatching up the open novel beside her and swinging out her hand to you with force. Time and Space closed in around you the moment you took it, and, the next thing you knew, the two of you were outside the mortuary once more.

You turned to her sharply.

“What was that about?” you demanded. Standing silent for a moment, Zelda’s ears visibly pricked. After a few more moments, she seemed appeased, and swivelled to you. Her shoulders were tense, and you took note of her fingernails digging into her palm.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I didn’t mean to be so abrupt. I just... I am enthused about where you and I are headed, y/n, and I’m terrified that others may not share my enthusiasm. I want to enjoy things as they are at present for a while longer, before having to think about who needs to be involved in our business.”

It was understandable, you supposed, and admittedly: there was a certain appeal to keeping things 007-style, like that fantastic mortal film. You relaxed a bit, and instantly felt awful for raising your voice at her.

You reached for the woman’s shoulder.

“You’re right, Zelds. I understand.”

She looked unconvinced.

“Are you sure? You have every right to want to murder me right now, if you so wished. Although, only if you were to bury me in the Cain pit...” she added as an afterthought.

You had to giggle at that one.

“You’re safe for now, Zelda,” you teased, “now, come on! I need to find a good hiding spot for scaring the BANSHEES out of them when they get back!”

Hilda, Sabrina, and Ambrose literally stomped their feet in sheer disappointment when they arrived back at the house and hadn’t caught the pair of you locked in some form of intimate embrace.

“Aw man! What will I tell my friends?! I had Roz totally excited about y/n finally getting some action... Like, she seriously admitted that she had this big crush on her when she first met her; whiiiiich definitely earned a few looks from Harvey, to say the least. The take-away from it all is that we now know exactly how fragile that guy’s ego is, YIKES, is all I can say.”

All the while, Ambrose was muttering a consistent string of “fuck”s under his breath, and Hilda was deciding whether to scald Sabrina’s ass to Hades and back.

“Sabrina!” her aunt admonished in disbelief, “how could you be so careless?! If any of this gets back to your aunt Zelda, we should consider ourselves excommunicated from her presence for good!”  

All of them fought a cringe. Sabrina looked a bit sheepish.

Hilda turned to Ambrose.

“And what about you, mister? What’s with the constant profanities?”

Ambrose took a step back from his aunt, nobody was sure whether consciously or not. “Erm...hm. Yes. Well. I-” his sputtering was resembling a car trying to start up. Ambrose’s eyes suddenly seemed unable to reach past the witches’ knees.

  “-um. Damn. Hecate, yes, I have... just lost a particularly large sum of money to one Dorian Gray.”

Hilda’s eyes were ready to pop out of her head.   “I was so unequivocally certain that our plan would work! Now where I am supposed to come up with $1000?!”

He was a little manic. The only one of the three who seemed somewhat happy about Ambrose’s situation was Sabrina, sticking a finger at him. “HA! Now that makes what I did so much better!”

Her plum-coloured lips parted with glee, and without warning, her and her travel bag had disappeared. Ambrose made a furious mental note to pour formaldehyde in her evening tea for leaving him here alone. When he had finally built up the courage to look his otherwise cheery aunt in the eyes again, a flash of fear struck him at the murderous look in hers. A low growl exited her throat.

“Well,” she snapped, “I suppose there will be no more silly little attempts on our part to play Cupid.”

As quickly as it had started, her anger dissipated, and was replaced by a certain sadness. Her mouth raised just a fraction, into a tired little smile.

“ ’just thought that Zelds could do with something nice for once. We failed. It didn’t work.”

With that, she picked up her carpet bag and shuffled off up the stairs. Ambrose watched her go, now a lone silhouette in the entrance of their home.

Or so he thought. You waited until Ambrose had moodily trudged down to the embalming room before emerging from your spot in the broom closet. Sniffling a little from all the dust- those things hadn’t been flown for years, SO old fashioned- you felt a mix of emotion at what you had just heard. You hadn’t intended on becoming an audience to some type of scheme, and especially not one of which involved you.

At first, there was embarrassment. You hadn’t realised that your feelings were apparently so obvious! Paired with the fact that Zelda’s must have been too in order to warrant such a matchmaking scheme; along with that you had truly thought that you had done a superb job at keeping it all under wraps, you were left feeling a bit stupid. But then came the funny side of it all, imagining Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina sneaking about like the Pink Panther and holding secret meetings about your love life. And finally came the warmth, the realisation of exactly how much the Spellmans had grown to care for you- so much that they trusted you to love Zelda as much as they did.

The whole situation was entirely too much of an opportunity to just leave alone. Grinning with total delight and schemes cooking of your own, you rematerialised in Zelda’s study at the Academy. The loud CRACK that accompanied that particular piece of magic made the woman flinch. Her brow crinkled at the sight of you in front of her great oaken desk. She was a little taken aback, and (it delighted you even more) flustered to see you there.

“Y/n?”

“Zelda. I NEED to tell you what I just heard!”

A game was now afoot.

And your opponents weren’t finished yet either.

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[kueble]

Stuck

First off, Thanksgiving is a celebration of lies.  I could shout Willow’s speech from Buffy, but I won’t bore you.  This is Thanksgiving themed but focuses on how this year is different for everyone.  Secondly, my town currently has the highest infection rate in NY State and I’m sick of it, so I finally broke down and wrote something that actually takes place in 2020.  Enjoy! If anyone ever wants to get tagged in my fic, let me know.

Warnings: Vague mentions of Covid-19 (like a mask and working from home. Nothing medical or mentioned by name).

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Jaskier lets out another long sigh, and Geralt peers at him over his laptop.  They’ve taken to sharing the dining room table for work, each claiming one end for the day.  Jaskier’s side of the table is littered with debris; his coffee mug, several granola bar wrappers, and a scattering of post-its.  Geralt’s is relatively neat, just half a protein bar and his water bottle.  He watches as Jaskier runs his fingers through his hair, tugging mindlessly at the soft strands, and glares at his computer for the thousandth time today.

“You ok over there?” Geralt finally asks him.  He’s been doing his best to give Jaskier space, but he’s clearly been deteriorating all afternoon.

“I’m fine,” Jaskier mumbles before leaning back against his chair and sighing again.  He stretches, hands clasped together, and Geralt can hear the soft crunch of his back cracking.  “It’s just...you know tomorrow is Thanksgiving, right?”

“Kind of hard to avoid,” Geralt chuckles, “My whole team keeps going over their lack of plans for tomorrow in our daily chat.  I’m just happy no one seems to be meeting extended family, because I really do not want to cover for these fuckers if someone gets sick.”  He knows Jaskier isn’t big on Thanksgiving, so he has to clue what’s actually bothering him.  Hell, Thanksgiving is a stupid holiday, even more so if you avoid your family at all costs like Jaskier does.  In all the years they’ve known each other, Geralt’s never even met them.  Jaskier’s friends are his family, a fact that he’s very vocal about.  Then it hits him, because Geralt is apparently a huge dumbass.  “Tonight should be Friendsgiving,” he says carefully.

“Normally, yeah,” Jaskier agrees.  He takes a deep breath and finally meets Geralt’s eyes.  “And like...I know this year is complete shit, you know?  I don’t give a rat’s ass about tomorrow, even though your family always makes room for me.  But that’s the thing, isn’t it?  You can’t see your family tomorrow.  This whole second wave is utter bullshit and it’s keeping me from my friends.  We should be finding out if this is the year I can finally cook a turkey properly and looking forward to seeing what Lambert manages to accidentally light on fire at the dinner table.  Fuck.  I just...I miss Pri and Zoltan.  I even miss Yen, though you’re sworn to secrecy on that one,” he trails off in a sad attempt at a laugh and Geralt’s heart aches for him.

“It’s ok to miss people,” Geralt tells him quickly.  “You’ve been stuck here with me for most of the year, so you definitely deserve a break.”

“Yeah, sure.  Stuck,” Jaskier says weakly.  He sighs again and slams his laptop shut.  “Screw this.  I’m grumpy and I’m not getting any work done.  Half the office has fucked off for the afternoon, anyway.  I’m going to go lay down and feel sorry for myself.  Wake me up later and we’ll sort out dinner, yeah?” 

Geralt just nods at him, wishing he could do something to make him feel better.  He stares at his laptop for a few moments before realizing that he at least has to try.  He shoots off an apology for logging off early and signs off for the day.  His team can handle this.  Half the clients are closed this week, anyway.  He grabs his keys and wallet before racing out the door.  He’s halfway down the stairwell when he grumbles out a quiet, “fuck,” and runs back to grab his damn mask.

Jaskier’s right - this is a complete shitshow of a year - but he’s going to at least try and make tonight a bit better.  What kind of pathetically pining roommate would he be if he didn’t at least make an attempt?  With a self-deprecating snort, he hurries to the grocery store.

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Geralt sets the groceries down on the counter and tip-toes down the hallway to Jaskier’s room.  He can hear him snoring through the door, so he figures he might just have enough time to pull this off.  Heading back to the kitchen, he looks down at everything he bought and starts to doubt himself.  But he doesn’t want to watch Jaskier mope around for the whole night, so he mutters a quick plea for help to his ancestors and gets to work.

An hour later, Geralt is putting the finishing touches on his meager offering.  He’s pouring two glasses of wine - from an honest to god bottle! - when Jaskier sleepily stumbles into the room.  He pauses in the doorway, frowning at their dining room table which is currently covered in various dishes.  Geralt clings to the wine bottle like a security blanket and waits for the reaction, realizing just how silly this all may seem.

“Did you make me dinner?” Jaskier whispers, his eyes impossibly bright even in the dimly lit room.

“I tried?” 

“Is...is that a rotisserie chicken?” Jaskier queries, scoffing as he walks closer to the table.

“I can’t cook a turkey,” Geralt mumbles.  And this is so fucking stupid.  Why did he think this was a good plan?  He can’t cook for shit, which is why they normally live on take-out and pasta.

“You did this for me?” Jaskier asks quietly.  His eyes look wet, like he’s about to burst into tears, which is the exact opposite of how Geralt wanted this night to go.

“Yeah, sorry if it’s not the same, but I did my best.  The stuffing is Stove-top and they’re instant potatoes, but I put sour cream in them.  I’m fully capable of microwaving a can of corn, though.  And I’m pretty sure the crescent rolls aren’t too crispy?  Plus I got to arm-wrestle a middle-aged man for the last can of cranberry sauce,” he trails off in a weak laugh, realizing how ridiculous this all seems.

“This seems like a lot of trouble just for the two of us,” Jaskier tells him, and for a brief second Geralt thinks he’s going to be ok.  But then all of a sudden Jaskier bursts into tears.  He looks just as shocked about it as Geralt is, frantically wiping at his eyes as he stares at Geralt and continues to sob.

“It’s not trouble when it’s for you,” Geralt admits, pretending not to panic.  It doesn’t work, his heart pounding in his chest and he starts rambling at his best friend, “You were so sad and I hate seeing you like that and I know it’s not much, but I’m so in love with you that I had to try to cheer you up and -”

Well, fuck.

Jaskier’s eyes go comically wide and he gasps, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.  Geralt freezes, his whole mind blanking as he watches his best friend for any sign that he hasn’t ruined the thing he cherishes most in this world.  But then Jaskier giggles - high pitched and manic - and doubles over, wheezing as he continues to laugh.

“Did you-” Jaskier tries to talk, but he can’t seem to stop laughing.  He wipes at his eyes and tries again.  “Did you just confess your love to me while I’m bawling over a fucking rotisserie chicken?”

“Maybe,” Geralt says, snorting because that really is the stupidest thing he could have done.

“Christ, I love you,” Jaskier says, still laughing as he crosses the room and pulls Geralt into a desperate kiss.

It’s perfectly imperfect; mouths unaligned at first and noses bumping into each other.  Jaskier lets out another giggle and tilts his head, pressing their mouths together again.  And then Geralt loses time to the soft press of Jaskier’s lips, to the hesitant probing of his tongue as he deepens the kiss.  He settles his hands on Jaskier’s hips, fingers clenching as he struggles to remember how to breathe.  Jaskier tastes roughly of sleep, and Geralt’s pretty sure neither of them have actually showered today, but he’s been dreaming about this feeling for fucking ages and it’s absolutely wonderful.

Jaskier pulls back a little, but that just won’t do, so Geralt chases him, nipping at his lower lip as he kisses him harder.  Jaskier is cradling his head, fingers tangled in his messy hair as their mouths move against each other.  He sighs into the kiss, his chest feeling pleasantly tight when Jaskier finally breaks the kiss again and grins beautifully at him.

“I’ve been waiting for this for years,” Jaskier breathes out before ducking his head and whining against Geralt’s collarbone.  “I honestly can’t believe this is how it came about, though.”

“Not my best work,” Geralt agrees sheepishly.

“Whatever.  You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot now,” Jaskier tells him warmly.

And Geralt really can’t argue with that, so he kisses him again instead.

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