#celeste galleon

[lunarlicorice]

this thing / doodles from yesterday

#i've been working on something since the end of january and needed to draw something else before i went insane #art #my art #digital art #doodle #ocs #my ocs #crow #roblox avatar #celeste galleon #< he's technically also a roblox character bc he was my PC in a roblox rpg so i drew them together. i think they would piss each other off

[kroosluvr]

i feel like i got hexed or something

#like am i under a binding curse or something. its gotta be right #gale galleon #fsp #avallum #AND THE OTHER BOYSSSS the first one is for da white day stream aheeheeh #lucien lunaris #cassian floros #rosco graves #zander netherbrand #doing silly casual outfits for them was fun #cele draws #celeste #<- since i drew myself in the last one

[liliesandthemoon]

Worst raid fight for Chloe?

I love this ask because I,admittedly, haven’t yet thought of Chloe as an actual playable SSR and not just as a NPC,so thanks for opening this box of Pandora Anon!!

First of all I wanted to think what type of SSR she would be!

And the first choice here would be obviously wind 

(Florence is in wind,Lennah is in wind,Gawain is in wind,Bertilak Lamorak and Glane would most probably be in wind too lol)

The second SSR element choice would be either Light or Earth! But for this case I'll focus on Light since I main it!

Now as for her role,I get to drop some story lore yay! 

In the story I want Chloe to be able to decide (like a vn branching!) if she wants to focus studying Protection Magic + Healing magic or learn combat magic (paralysis magic and that type)

In any case I think she would be a healer/support,with some very nice buffs + healing-cleansing/damage mitigation

(Something similar to Nehan? maybe weaker skills than him but they don't shorten HP)

Maybe also a passive skill that makes her gain buffs depending on how many characters from Dalmore there are in the party lol (?)

So going back to the ask here is the Raids I think she would struggle the most with!

(Small disclaimer I am only rank 175 and I mostly only skip dailies and nuke stuff with Beelzebub so sorry if I don't know much about raids actual mechanics! But I tried to do some research! shsjsjwjs)

Wind Version:

Galleon: No healing allowed= Chloe cries one tear

Bennu: Same reason as Galleon but also is it me or does the bird hit really hard

Light Version:

1-Fediel: Yeah...No damage cut allowed,No healing allowed in second phase,buffs that can't be removed...Imma leave this one to you danchou

2- Agastia: I don't even know this one since I'm not rank 200 yet but all the revans raids look super intimidating so yeah lol

3-Any raid that applies the debuff zombified (Celeste etc) : I gotta admit that imagining Chloe being scared of Gawain being hurt in the raid and proceeding to accidentally heal him while zombified, almost killing him while he screams "CHLOEEEEE" was very funny LMAO

#;modtalking #;lilliestalk #granblue fantasy oc

[readingforsanity]

MEG: Primal Waters | Steve Alten | Published 2004 | *SPOILERS*

Eighteen years have passed since Angel broke free of the Tanaka Lagoon and returned to the Mariana Trench. Meanwhile, Jonas Taylor - adventurer, has become Jonas Taylor, middle-aged father of two, overwhelmed by mountains of bills and the daily strife of raising a family. But life is about to change. A Hollywood television producer wants Jonas to join his new survival series: DAREDEVILS. For the next six weeks, two teams of crazy daredevils on a South Pacific ocean voyage on-board a replica of a Spanish Galleon will try to outperform one another in front of the cameras. Jonas needs the money, and the job seems easy enough - doing color commentary. But behind the scenes, someone else is pulling the strings. And before it’s over, Jonas, Terry and Mac will again come face to face with the most dangerous creatures ever to. 

We return for another exciting edition of the Meg. We reunite with Jonas and Terry, still together after 18 years. We meet their 17-year-old daughter Danielle “Dani”, and their 14-year-old son, David. Dani is desperate to get away from the shadows of her parents, who are struggling to get her to go to college. David is a dream child, a self-described nerd. 

Mac and Jonas have lost touch over the years after Mac gets deep into his alcohol addiction. He’s dating a woman named Trish, but this ends quickly when she catches him with another woman. 

As mentioned, it’s been 18 years since the events of book 2. Nobody has seen Angel in that time, believed she had returned to the Mariana Trench to live out her days. Jonas is approached by a man at a Shark Teeth convention, where he and Terry go every year. Dani meets a group of “daredevils” who are apart of a reality TV show showcasing their wild stunts. The man who approaches Jonas is a producer of the show, and invites him to join him on season 2 as a color commentator. 

Jonas accepts, and Dani joins him, becoming one of the Candy Girls and eventually a Daredevil herself. It quickly becomes apparent that this season of the show is different than the first, and death is becoming a normal thing on the ship. It’s here we learn that the man in control of the everything is none other than Michael Maren, the man who was involved with Celeste Singer in Book 2, and holds a grudge against both Jonas and Mac. Maren has invented a device and has essentially trained a large male Meg, who is stalking the waters below the group of daredevils. 

Jonas finds out what happens, but not before the ship he and the crew are on is attacked by the Meg, leaving them stranded at sea. Thousands of miles away, Terry is attempting to recapture what she thinks is Angel, though this becomes apparent that the Meg she’s after is also Male, and that Angel is still stalking the waters off the California coast. 

When the attempt to capture the male Meg fails, Terry returns to California, as does Jonas and Dani after being rescued from the waters. It is here that both Angel and the male Meg from the Canada coast return together. They begin their mating ritual, and soon, the male Meg is attempting to murder Angel. Jonas, unable to get over how Angel let them go years ago, saves her, and the male Meg is killed. 

In the epilogue, Angel returns to the lagoon that has been fixed and reinforced to house her once again. She is now pregnant, moving into the events of Book 4. 

5/5 

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 19

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader    Content: Language, possible errors, 

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Chapter 19: Mrs. Lupin

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The rest of Valentine’s Day was spent with Y/N compiling a list in her head:

1. Avoid drinking anything the Marauders — actually, avoiding drinking anything around James to dodge their concoction of face and body-altering potions. When students at lunch and dinner drank from the pumpkin juice supply, more than several people who were already in relationships morphed into those they weren’t dating. Let’s just say that this prank wasn’t as uplifting and fun as the Marauders originally had in mind. Even the Bloody Baron told Peeves to spare them.

2. Make sure Lily didn’t drink anything around the Marauders — or anything around Marlene and Mary (who caught word from Peter of her supposed feelings). They were dying to know who caught her attention and bets were being placed.

3. James just wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Emmeline. She could even hear his voice: Whiskers! Did you see how pretty she looks? Woah, I can’t believe she agreed to be my girlfriend? I’m so lucky! She’s beautiful! Ugh — did you see her smile? Emmeline this, Emmeline that — it was even worse than his obsession with Quidditch. But, it was too endearing in a sickening, annoyingly charming way and she was happy that he seemed happy, so Y/N kept her lips sealed.

Remus suggested drowning him in the bottles of love potions littering the castle but Y/N thought differently. James already acted like what a love potion was rumoured to be like; he’d become unstoppable if he even caught a whiff.

4. Shockingly by the end of the day, Y/N’s bag was stuffed with cards and gifts — all filled with confessions. She rarely socialized with anyone but the girls and Marauders, so it came as a surprise.

5. And now found herself stuck in a very uncomfortable situation.

Relaxing in the lounge area by the library, James and Mary were casting spells, Lily and Y/N chatted while Remus aided Marlene, going over course material, however, her face scrunched up as she flicked through his notes.

“What does this mean,” Marlene asked after desperately trying to decipher his writing. She slid it over to him, pointing to a highlighted section. But before Remus could translate, Y/N peeked over.

“Um — Owl to Opera Glasses. This spell emits fleeting wispy white vapour from wand — point at owl — no sound will be produced.”

She sat back in her seat, snapping off a piece of chocolate before handing the rest over to Remus beside her. Everyone looked shocked.

“Erm — what?”

Mary sputtered, “How did you read that? It’s fucking scribble!”

“He’s got doctor writing.”

They waited for her to elaborate.

“My mom’s —” “MUM!” “— writing is horrid. I swear all doctor’s have awful handwriting. I spent so much time reading her medical jornals, scans, charts — to keep me busy. So comparing Remus’ writing to hers, it’s legible.”

None of them seemed to understand besides Lily and Mary. Y/N just dismissed the matter entirely, sliding back the parchment to Marlene as they went back to their quiet conversations.

“So,” Remus leant in, his head craned down to talk to her. “Doctor handwriting — I should flaunt that?”

She chuckled, “Might make you sound smarter, but you don’t need that.”

“You flatter me too much.”

“Humble, aren’t you?”

“I have to bully myself daily. Can’t let it get to my head, not like egomania over there.”

Ah yes, the thrilling saga of bullying James Potter.

But before she could add on, a shadow caught Remus’s eye before he nudged her. His head tilted over to the direction of a wall, littered with portraits and awards with Quidditch trophies. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer.”

A blond boy, young — was staring at her, blushing madly as his chest puffed out, determination trickled through every step as he neared.

Remus’ smile became impossibly large, dripping in amusement before snapping, gaining the table’s attention.

“Hi,” there was a nervous waver in his voice, but confidence in his stance. He was pale, amplifying the scarlet blush on his cheeks.

Damn, she knew what was about to happen and so did shit-eating grin Lupin.

“Hello… What’s your name.” Right, that was a good place to start. Her eyes wandered to his tie: a Ravenclaw.

“Gilderoy Lockhart,” he announced, going up to flick a strand of hair from his face, flashing her a pearly white smile. “I’m in first year.” In his small hands, he outstretched his arms holding a box of chocolates — identical to the one Remus received a few days ago along with a meticulously crafted letter.

“You’reveryprettysowillyoubemyValentine?”

James, Mary and Marlene let out an involuntary snort which had all of them leaning into one another to support themselves from toppling over. Lily had to cast Silencio over them. They turned their heads away from Gilderoy before barking out silent merriment. Remus was the complete opposite, thankfully, as he remained poised, face void but his lips quivered upwards.

“Um… right... well,” she stalled. Maybe she should get up, take the boy elsewhere to softly let him down. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot. But er… I can’t accept your feelings. Thank you for telling me, though. I appreciate it.”

“What?! Why!” He demanded. His face turned a deeper shade of pink, now causing a scene.

She made eye contact with Lily, however, James’ hand hammered down on the table, startling them all. His two hands formed pointed tips, mimicking two people kissing as he repeated the motion, pointing to her and Remus. Mary took the opportunity to grab Lily’s wrist, flicking a reversal charm on all of them.

“She’s dating Lupin!” She shouted which caught the attention of a few onlookers. James tossed his head back, knuckles in his mouth and Lily’s brow rose high in a startled grimace.

“For a month now!” Marlene continued, her hand slapping down on her thigh.

Y/N was going to murder them.

She went to open her mouth to say — well, okay, she didn’t know what to say but Remus budded in, lifting his arm, wrapping it around her shoulder and pulled her in awkwardly. She instantly got the hint, bringing a hand and patted his chest stiffly while the group tried not to bellow. Even Lily’s facade was beginning to break, her hand shooting up to cover a growing smile.

There was never a boring day at Hogwarts.

But she was taking too long to answer. This would've been quick, easy, had not everyone else been around and especially if they hadn’t lied about her dating.

“I’m sorry but yes, we’ve been together for a little while now, haven’t we, darling?” said Remus, saving her from the hesitation. Y/N nodded, at least she didn’t need to give a reason now.

Remus’ lying was exceptional. There wasn’t even a flicker in his expressions aside from the involuntary dark blush that ran down his cheeks to his neck. Y/N couldn’t blame him, her face felt like it was on fire.

Gilderoy tried to play it off coolly but his shoulders slumped, looking absolutely dispirited. He meekly nodded, placing the box and letter on the table and sped off.

“Cougar L/N!” Marlene roared once he was out of earshot.

“You lot are ruthless!” She barked at them.

“I did nothing!”

“Lied to a poor boy!” Lily lectured sharply.

“And she went along with it!” “Because you —”

While everyone was now bickering or on the verge of tears, Remus peeled himself off of her and Y/N patted him once more.

“You’re welcome.”

She looked up at him, “Darling? Really?”

His eyes rolled, “Did you want me to call you a troll?”

“Got me there, thank you.”

His face softened at this, shoving her in a teasing way before seizing the small box of chocolates, cracking it open and handed her a piece.

“What?” he smirked, moving to open a book, flipping to his worn-out bookmark. He side-eyed her uncomfortable expression as she looked at the box. He recited her words, “Expensive chocolate is still expensive chocolate.”

“You’re a dick.”

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February 17th, 1976

Y/N quickly learned that it was a mistake using the excuse that she and Lupin were dating because now the entire school believed it.

It spread like wildfire. Girls rejected by Remus shot her a hardened gaze, eyes scorned through her robes while other’s who confessed to Y/N avoided her completely. They would all gossip the moment they passed the hallways and she could feel their gaze.

“Lupin beat me to it!”

“— how long have they’ve been —”

“I’ve fancied him for two years! Two years and she suddenly just swoops in?!”

“Honestly, I thought she was with Potter.”

“She’s hot.” “He's fit!”

“— jealous of her —”

“Crikey — don’t they have anything else to talk about?” Remus said, turning away from the hall.

Remus disappeared for the past couple of days, only now hearing the commotion for the first time. He looked fairly pale, eyes red and tired — but not unusual. Y/N shrugged off the rumours and speculations before entering the hall, shouting to him to wait.

Many students stopped their gossiping for a moment to watch her pass before resuming. She marched up to her customary seat, her friends whistling at her.

“Where’s Remus L/N?”

“Mrs. Lupin!”

“Fuck off.”

She shoved snacks into her bag, hoarding enough food for the both of them and managed to grab a giant mug filled with coffee, making her way out of the hall with a few people loitering after her. James forcibly brought Sirius to his feet, Peter leaped over and Lily sprang up from Marlene, cutting her off while looping her arm with Y/N’s.

Mary elected to stay back, engrossed in a chat with Dorcas and Alice before quickly roping Marlene in. Nevertheless, she shouted once she saw the coffee mug, “That’s for Lupin, isn’t it?!”

“Don’t start… it’s just coffee.”

“Black coffee my arse!”

James ran up to her, tugging on her robes lightly, “Does this mean I should swap my Galleons to Lupin?”

Y/N shrugged him off, stomping over to Remus waiting by the door. She handed him the mug, glancing back in hopes of Celeste: no letter from her mother, again. She sighed before hauling the rest of the group to Kettleburn's classroom. This time, empty but always open for students to come and go. Even a sign was plastered on the entrance: Hold a Niffler if feeling down! (BEWARE of theft).

“Sneaking off like this is going to fuel more rumours,” said Lily, settling her things down on the desks beside her.

“Sorry Whiskers — Moony!”

Remus cracked his fingers, a long breathy sigh trickled from him slowly. “We should mitch lessons today — let it cool down for a bit.”

“Mitch?”

“Skip classes —”

“Moony is possibly the worst prefect in Hogwarts History — he deserves a gold star for it,” chuckled Peter.

Sirius grinned and the two made brief eye contact but neither looked away until James’ voice rang out again. It made Y/N's skin go warm.

“Mate’s going for a record.”

Sirius went to scratch the back of his neck, his head turning down to fiddle with his rings out of habit. “Maybe they’ll put him in the next printed copies of

Hogwarts: A History.” 

Remus rolled his eyes, fixing his posture to sit straighter. “Ungrateful gits. All I hear are three wannabe detention attendees. You ought to be thanking me. With what you pull, I could easily give you two years worth of ‘em.”

A collective sigh went around from the boys who seemed to bow their heads in mutual respect. They grouped and drawled, “Thank you, Moonyyy!”

Lily turned to her, “I’m sorry, but you’re not skipping.”

Her voice automatically switched at the mention of class; it went strict and firm and eerily sounded like Professor McGonagall which had Y/N double down.

Once the bell rang, Sirius quickly walked up to her, taking the place of Lily.

“Fine, we’ll keep the Puffskein in my dorm.”

She considered him for a moment. “I’ll visit daily.”

“Jolly.”

He sped up, hooking an arm around James’ shoulders as they headed to Potions. Y/N's eyes followed him, unable to look away and her heart dropped.

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“The Draught of Peace is a potion that often comes up on the Ordinary Wizarding Level. As you know from review, it calms anxiety and high levels of agitation. It’s been used to calm students who are too stressed with NEWT exams.

“And today,” Slughorn says, trying to look cheerful but failing — looking far too stiff and forced, “ We'll attempt to brew it.”

Lily sat up bolt-straight, eager to soak in new information. Instead of sitting with Lily today, she took a seat in between Remus and James, Lily with Snape.

“The instructions are up on the board, if you have any questions, ask away. Be warned though; be too heavy-handed — mix too fast and you’ll end up with a potion that would make the consumer fall into an irreversible sleep.

“You will be graded on your progress once finished.” He flicked his wand, opening all of the student’s textbooks to an ingredients page, unlocked the cupboard and turned back, “You have until the end of the class, begin my pupils!”

“Sluggys lookin’ pretty sluggishly today,” whispered Lily as they met briefly while collecting their ingredients.

Slughorn did look a little down. His face and voice were desolate, missing its happy chiper.

“Whiskers, I have everything already, don’t worry about it!” James beckoned.

The potion, in her opinion, wasn’t as hard as she predicted it to be. She was doing quite well, better than Lily and Remus which gave her a small sense of pride.

“So, Prongs, when are we going to get to meet Emmeline?”

James didn’t look up from his fiddly potion, too engaged but there was a small grin on his face. “We’re trying to take it slow —” “Pfft,” interjected Remus, “James Potter and slow — in a relationship? Doubt it. Did your Veela powers run out?”

“Hey! I like her and I don’t want her to run off or feel pressured.”

“Ah, what a gentleman, isn’t he Lupin?”

“Quite.”

James shook his head, “You shouldn’t be talking. Shouldn’t you lovebirds be on a date yoursel — Merlin! Moony don’t do that!”

Remus flicked his wand before a handful of leftover powdered moonstone fell on top of James’ head, giving him an iridescent appearance.

Y/N ignored them, stirring clockwise, then counterclockwise, simmering the heat down to the perfect level for seven minutes, then added in two drops of syrup of hellebore. A shimmery silver mist stemmed from her cauldron. A satisfied smirk settled it’s way on her face before scanning the class. Nobody else, besides Remus and Snape who’d been adding their finishing touches, was done.

Just as James was about to finish his perfectly brewed potion, a small beam was directed at his cauldron, ruining the entire potion as it sputtered multicoloured sparks. He tried to prod at the flames at the base of the cauldron, trying to cool it down but it was already too late. It soon became a thick, muddy concrete mixture.

“What the fuck? You guys saw that, right?!”

They had indeed seen a spell hit his cauldron. Their heads whipped around in search. With only ten minutes left and James’ grades about to drop, they all panicked slightly. If his marks were to drop below a certain level, James would be in jeopardy of losing his Quidditch title as captain and be forced to step down, focusing more on the OWLs.

Remus spotted them first: “It’s Snape.”

“How do you know?”

He didn’t respond, leaving them to follow his line of vision to look. Snape wore a horrible smirk, going as far as to wink at James. His perfectly brewed potion shimmered in the light before whirling around to talk to Lily.

“Fucking Snivellus,” James muttered tensley.

“Alright, in five minutes, I’ll be coming around to look at your potions! Be ready to present them.” Slughorn announced.

Remus sighed. “Prongs, just take mine — I’ll take yours. My grades are high enough but if yours drop —”

“No Moony,” he stated firmly. “I’m not going to let you go down with me.”

Distracted, Snape blushing like a fool to Lily and the boys fighting over Remus’ endeavour at being noble, Y/N swished her wand, levitating Jame’s cauldron and directed it over to Snape. She bewitched a temporary invisibility charm, switching them, before levitating Snape's back to James. Now, in front of James was a flawlessly brewed Draught of Peace.

“James, take my help —” “I said no you wanker!”

Slughorn was making rounds around the classroom, but Snape beckoned him over to his shared table with Lily, confident as he sent a nasty look to them.

“Evans, looking good! Perfectly brewed — I’ll add an extra point on your mark.” The praise did not go unnoticed as her chest puffed with pride, her head turning and locked eyes with Y/N, a large smile on her face.

Nice! Y/N mouthed, a thumb sticking upwards.

“Now lets — Severus!” exclaimed Slughorn, flashes of surprise shot through him, “What happened? This is so unlike you.”

The Slytherins in the class all looked up — scratch that — everyone in the class snapped their heads towards him; Snape had never once messed up a potion. They watched as Snape’s face fell from his smug smirk as a black stemming, multicoloured, cloud of smoke puffed in the air, making the surrounding students cough.

“Sir — I swear it was fine moments ago, I don’t know what happened! It must’ve —”

Their professor sighed, a very disappointed look crossed his face before shaking his head.

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Snape. Accidents happen. Evanesco.”

The contents, including the puff of smoke, vanished, leaving Snape to gape around. Lily touched his shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down and began murmuring into his ear.

But before Slughorn could go to another group, Y/N raised her hand, flagging him down while the rest of the class was still paying attention. “Professor! We would like for you to clear us, please!”

“Whiskers, what are you doing?”

“Trust me.”

“Look at what she did with your cauldron,” Remus mumbled, his eyes darting to her.

Complete surprise and utter awe replaced his face as Slughorn let out an excited squeal. His hands clapped together. “Everyone should take a page from Potter, L/N and Lupin. I’ve never seen such great work for this potion! Amazing you three! Ten points for Gryffindor.”

Their heads whipped towards her, Remus just smiled while James stared wide-eyed.

“You love to underestimate me.”

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[brienneseveruscalawayfanfiction]

Out of the Ashes: Chapter 2

Napua was awoken bright and early by George and Fred Weasley smiling down at her, “Time to get up mum wants everyone down for breakfast and ready to go shortly afterwards so that there is no running about!” George Weasley says in a funny imitation of his mother. Racing the twins and crashing on the landing into the kitchen, you sit yourself down to what looks like a feast in front of you. Sausage links, bacon, eggs, porridge, orange juice. Everything looked so delicious you didn’t know where to start, lucky for you, Molly decided to load your plate up for you, with a little bit of everything, and gave you not only seconds but thirds as well! “Arthur is already gone to work, but we have someone else who is coming along for the trip, to help you get the things you need and get you all settled for Hogwarts.” “Who is coming with us? Are we waiting on them here or?” “He will be meeting us in front of Gringotts, he will already have your money waiting for you, from the school’s scholarship so wait and see.” Molly said with a knowing smile. Once everyone was well fed and dressed we were all lined up in front of the fire place, one by one, each Weasley child stepped forward, took some floo powder, threw it into the fire place and shouted “diagon alley!” And disappeared in the flames! “Now make sure to keep your elbows tucked into your side and keep your mouth closed as well, don’t want to accidently swallow soot, and just relax and you will see Fred and George in no time, now come Napua, take some of the floo powder and say Diagon alley.” Taking a huge breath and still not believing her luck, Napua nervously reached out for a bit of floo powder, stepped into the fire place and shouted “Diagon Alley!” threw down the powder and was launched past countless wizard fire places and was spit out of fireplace at the joke shop. Stumbling around in disbelief Napua steps outside and into the bright morning sunlight and the crowded streets of Diagon Alley! There appeared to be shops for everything here, shops for magical creatures, potions ingredients, even a place to get a wand! It was all so exciting and overwhelming at the same time, you were immediately calmed though by the sight of Molly and the twins racing towards you, with Ginny holding on for dear life to one hand and Ron the other. “Oh thank goodness, where did you come out at?” “Uh the joke shop, i think.” “Excellent” the twins say with a mischevious look in their eyes and smirks on their faces. “Don’t even think about it you two, Molly says to them, we are here for supplies for Hogwarts, nothing more, now come along now, everyone lets head over to Gringott’s and get our money straight away. Napua walked around in a constant state of wonder and euphoria, she couldn’t believe her luck, her a witch, something special, not a nobody to be treated like dirt, but a real life witch! “Ah there he is, and just on time to.” Molly says as they approach the familiar figure of Severus Snape, who was waiting outside of the bank and informs Napua that he already has her money picked up, and that if Molly doesn’t mind, he would be most honored to show Napua around and help her get her things. Molly of course agrees wholeheartedly and tells them to meet her back at the bank when they are finished and then they will head home. Severus begins by explaining how the wizarding money works and suggests that they get her supplies first, like robes and ingredients and such and than go get her wand. Severus also says, that he would be honored to purchase for her, her very first magical creature and that he would like to get her an owl of her own, they decided on a beautiful female tawny owl named Celeste. Happily burdened with her purchases they rush off to Ollivander’s to get her her very first wand! They were greeted by Ollivander himself and he reminscied about the day Severus came in to get his very first wand as well. “Starting up at Hogwarts, eh?” Well come on in and let us see what wand will choose you my dear.” “Choose me? You mean I don’t get to pick one out, it chooses me, how?” Ah, you just wait and see, now come along he says and begins to bring out an assortment of wands, each one proving more wrong than the last, but the harder it got the more excited he got, practically giddy over it actually. Severus stood behind Napua, with his hand now resting gently on her shoulder and with this most recent wand he tells her to give it a flick, and it shoots out little stars and Ollivander whoops and Severus smiles down at her. “Cypress wood, 10 3/4 inches, with a Phoenix tail feather in the core, well my dear, it appears that you are destined for great things, for a wand as unique as this and as powerful as this, take care with it Napua.” “I will, and thank you sir.” Now that will be 10 galleons, and have a good day.” He said with a wink and a smirk. Afterwards Severus treated Napua to an ice cream and when finished met back up at Gringott’s with the Weasley’s and headed back to the burrow. Napua still couldn’t believe her luck, or that the fact that all of this is real and that she gets to go to a magical school for other special kids just like her is amazing! That night after everyone had gotten settled Napua spent the rest of the night whispering two the twins about what they were going to do when they got there and talked even more about quidditch. Napua had fallen asleep laying up against the twins while sitting on their floor, and that is where Molly finds the three of them, the following morning, earning the nick name from her and Arthur as the unofficial triplet of the Weasley’s. Napua spent the next couple of weeks in total bliss, with frequent visits from both Minerva and Severus, just to see how Napua was doing, and before she knows it, its the night before they leave to go to the train station to go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizadry!

#fanfiction #Weasley's #Diagon Alley #first wand #wand chooses the wizard #ch 2

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Blog Tour - Invisible in Bright Light #28

Blog Tour – Invisible in Bright Light #28

Title: Invisible in a Bright Light Author: Sally Gardner Publisher: Head of Zeus Publication Date: 17 October 2019 Rating: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Summary: It is 1870: opening night at the Royal Opera House in a freezing city by the sea, where a huge, crystal chandelier in the shape of a galleon sparkles magically with the light of 750 candles. Celeste, a theatre rat, wakes up in a costume basket from what she hopes is…

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#book blogger #book review #books #fantasy #five star books #five star review #head of zeus #Library #middle grade book #mystery #review #uk blogger #zephyr books

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The Ascended: Part 1

Here are some of my Primal breeding pairs! Featuring Fire, Light, Arcane, Earth, and Plague. I initially started this project on accident after I discovered super cheap Primals on the AH. I had one Primal for each flight, then got curious to see whether or not there would be other Primals with similar colors out there. Lo and behold, there were a number of dragons that would make perfect mates. The Fire Primals came from @delial-fr ‘s lair and my lair, respectively. I plan on breeding these dragons as often as I can! In my lore, I refer to the Primal eye type as “Ascended”, as these dragons are considered ‘closer’ to their deities than others. 

Part 1 Pairs: I currently have offspring from the Earth Primals for sale!

Tiamat and Solaris

Celeste and Tariq

Requiem and Galleon

Quartzite and Garnet

Rorschach and Rogue

#flight rising #primal dragons #primals #the ascended pt 1

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Drawing Lots

Most days in the orphanage were uneventful. Most days consisted of the same repeated actions for all parties involves. At the start of the morning was breakfast. Dozens of young boys and girls would gather in the main hall of the old, repurposed castle. Breakfast usually consisted of oats and milk, with an occasional egg for protein. After breakfast, everyone was fast at work, doing chores and tidying up the mess made by the children the night before. Everyone cleaned: the Madam, who always started her morning bright and early, no matter what time the sun rose; Mezzey Scott, Madam’s daughter, and rule enforcer, round up the children to usher them to the table and oversaw all the children's activities to ensure no one got hurt; Harold Chambers, the grouchy old many that acted as security to make sure none of the children wandered off into the surrounding woods, and no one wandered up to the property; Mrs. Galleon, the head of the kitchen, who woke at least two hours before everyone else in order to make breakfast; and all the little children who were assigned chores by lots. They always woke up early to draw lots before the Madam and Mezzey rushed them from the room to start the day.   

Of course, not everyone was happy with the lots they drew. The easiest job to do was egg collecting from the chicken pin around the back of the old castle, followed by water fetching. Never mind the cold winter air or freshly fallen snow. Anyone who drew lots for the chicken's pin or the walk to the well was lucky to escape the more time-consuming chores that the other children had to endure throughout the day. Other chores like laundry, window washing, snow shoveling, and food preparation took up most of the light hours of the day. And when the sun went down, everyone was off to bed.  

Always being the unfortunate one, Celeste had never drawn lots for the chicken's pin or water fetching. She usually found herself hard at work in the kitchen, which was the most dreaded chore. Although the food and supplies to cook were delivered straight to the kitchen with no need to go out into the cold winter world, kitchen duty usually took up the whole day, leaving no time for play. When she wasn’t in the kitchen, she was doing laundry. While the laundry didn’t take that long to wash, it was the folding that she dreaded most. She’d be released from chores for, at most, an hour before she was forced to return and start folding and washing another batch of clothes to hang. The chore was never-ending.   

But today would be different. Celeste was sure she would be the lucky one today. She had to be after so long, right? Each of the girls rolled out of bed, a little over a dozen small bodies nearing the door to await the summons of Mezzey while they drew lots. The lots were wooden chips that had numbers carved into them to symbolize a chore. 1: egg collecting. 2: water fetching. 3: meal preparation. 4: laundry. 5: window washing. There were six chips for each chore, and half of them were given to the boys so they could draw lots in the mornings as well. The wooded chips were tossed into a bucket kept by the door and used as one of the many water fetching pails once everyone had their numbers tucked in their pockets. In the night, once everyone was finished with their chores, the wooden chips would be retrieved from everyone's pockets and discarded back into the pail as they passed through the door.   

“Gather ‘round. Gather ‘round,” Megan, the oldest of the girls called as everyone sluggishly made their way to the door. She peered inside the bucket, obviously looking for an up-turned wooden chip with the numbers 1 or 2 carved into it. Because she was the oldest, she demanded the first pick. And she always got the job she wanted, no matter how unfair it seemed. She reached her hand into the pail and pulled out a number 1, showing it to the rest of the girls who muttered bitterly and sighed sadly.  

“Stop yer whining!” Megan hollered at the younger girls as they voiced their disapproval. “If yer all gonna whine about it, I’ll tell Mezzey yer misbehavin’.”  

The other girls quickly stopped their complaints as they exchanged sour looks. Morgan was Mezzey’s favorite. Everyone always assumed it was because she was older and had been there a lot longer than the rest of the girls. She could do anything she wanted to the other girls and was never punished for it. Those that didn’t listen to Morgan were likely to be her subject of torture. And it was important to note that if Morgan didn’t like someone the other girls usually followed her lead, singling out the offender of her pride. But, of course, she never showed her horrible behavior in front of the Madam or Mezzey. Others often took the fall for her actions and whenever she pointed a finger at another child in the orphanage Mezzey Always took Morgan’s side.   

Morgan peered down at the other girls as if trying to determine which of them was worthy enough to draw their number first. Finally, she held the bucket out of Shirley, a small brunette that was about the same age Celeste. Shirley peeked over the rim of the bucket, peering inside at the chips before she quickly reached in to grab one.   

Celeste’s eyes narrowed. No doubt she draws a 1 or a 2, Celeste thought to herself. The bucket was drawn back as Shirley showed her chip: 2. Celeste huffed, unsurprised by the outcome of the draw. As she glanced to Morgan, she noticed the older girls gaze locked on her. Celeste and Morgan silently eyed each other for a few seconds and Morgan stood before her. Was it her turn? Celeste started to reach for the pail to draw a wooden chip. Before she could get her hand inside, Morgan pulled the pail back.   

“I didn’t say it was yer turn,” Morgan hissed at Celeste.   

A few of the girls muttered bitterly about Celeste’s impatience and disrespect. Celeste couldn’t resist allowing a scowl to curl across her face. That made Morgan grin. It appeared that Celeste was the target for the day.  Morgan moved around to each of the other girls, letting them draw their lots before she finally came back to Celeste.  

The little redhead fumed, already knowing which of the numbers was left in the pail. She glared down into the bucket, with her fists clenched at her sides.   

“Are ye stupid or somethin’?” Morgan asked, shoving the pail towards Celeste. “It’s yer turn, brat.”  

Celeste refused.   

“It’s not fair,” she growled under her breath.   

“What was that, brat?” Morgan asked, daring her to repeat herself.   

Celeste’s rage boiled. “It’s not fair!” she yelled, stomping a food on the hard, stone floor.   

The other girls looked on in horror as Celeste challenged Morgan, the leader of the pack. Silence consumed the room as Celeste and Morgan glared at each other. Then, Morgan took a step forward, forcing the pail into Celeste’s chest.

“I’m gonna tell Mezzey yer refusin’ to do yer chores,” Morgan threatened.  

“Oh yeah? WELL, I’m gonna- gonna…” Celeste fell short of her threat.  

There wasn’t much she could do against someone who was much older and larger than her. There was no way she could force Morgan to listen to her. There was no one Morgan feared in the orphanage that could bend her will. And with Mezzey behind her, there was no way to force Morgan to be fair. That’s what most of the girls had thought anyway. But there was one person who was above even Mezzey in the orphanage hierarchy.  

Celeste shoved the pail away from her and ran to the door, rushing to the hall. From the room, she could still hear Morgan mockery.  

“Oh no! She’s gonna cry!” Morgan taunted, prompting the giggles of the other minions still lingering in the room.  

“Madam Vivian!” Celeste cried through the hall.

And like that, the laughter had stopped, and Celeste could hear the sound of bare feet slapping against the stone floor behind her. Morgan frantically chased after Celeste as she rushed to find the Madam. She was the only person who could put both Mezzey and Morgan in their place. But, alas, Celeste wasn’t fast enough.  

“Madam Viv-”

Morgan grabbed Celeste by her hair and pulled her backward before shoving her into the stone wall to their left. Celeste’s continued to kick and scream wildly as she attempted to escape Morgan’s grasp. And Morgan tried desperately to shut her up before one of the adults heard her. Even as one side of Celeste’s face was pressed into the wall, she could see the boys that had emerged from their room to see what all of the fuss was about. Celeste couldn’t help but feel a ping of embarrassment as they all stared, including Warren whom Celeste always feared would catch her in the act of something stupid. He watched Celeste as she watched him and Morgan tossed her to the floor.  

Morgan stepped over Celeste before she knelt down to begin striking her. One of Morgans fists was curled into a fist, still holding to a wooden chip she had drawn. The other had a tight hold of Celeste’s hair so she couldn’t turn away from her strikes. Celeste could no longer keep her eyes open to stare, but she knew the other children were still watching as Morgan slapped her and pulled on her hair. Celeste continued to scream; her palms pressed into her face as she attempted to shield herself from Morgans blows. It had felt like an eternity before someone finally intervened.  

Morgan was wretched off of Celeste and Celeste was grabbed by her wrist before she was jerked up into the air and dropped on her feet.  

“What is all of this?” Madam Vivian demanded as she looked down at the two girls with bewildered eyes.  

Celeste’s eyes darted from the Madam to the lonely Warren who stood behind her.  

Before Celeste could get the words out, Morgan raised a hand to point a finger at Celeste accusingly.  

“She started it, Madam! She threw the bucket at me!”

It was an obvious lie and Celeste knew that none of the girls who had seen the events that transpired in the room would try to defend her. It was just her word against Morgans.  

Celeste’s face wrinkled as her anger continued to grow. “No, I didn’t!” She screamed. “Morgan threw me into the wall!”

Just as the words left her mouth, Morgan began to sob. She cried loudly, opening her mouth to holler as though she had been struck. Her eyes clenched shut as tears rolled down her face. Celeste couldn’t help but feel disgusted. This wasn’t the first time that Morgan had attempted to get her way by crying in this way. And if Celeste learned anything from experience, she knew that Morgan would get her way yet again. Madam Vivian’s accusing eyes moved to Celeste.

Celeste exploded.

“Madam Vivian, Morgan always gets the easy chores!” Celeste cried, stomping her foot on the stone floor once more. “It’s not fair! I always have to be in the kitchen! I never get to do anything!”

“You’re not always in the kitchen,” Mezzey hissed from behind Celeste.

Celeste felt her blood run cold. She was in dangerous territory for an eight-year-old.  

“Morgan always gets the easy chores and it’s not fair,” Celeste continued.  

Madam Vivian’s eyes remained fixed on Celeste for a few moments longer before they transferred to Mezzey. “I’ve never seen Morgan so anything besides egg fetching,” the Madam acknowledged.  

Mezzey sputtered. “They draw lots so it’s fair!” Mezzey insisted. “It’s not her fault she always gets that job. It’s just luck.  

“No!” Celeste interrupted, forcing both of their eyes back on her. “Morgan always picks what she wants first.”

Celeste could hear the muttering of the boys and girls behind her in the hall underneath all of Morgans senseless sobbing. Madam Vivian raised her head to look at the other children. The long silence of the Madam raised Celeste’s hopes. Had she won?

“Then there’s just one way to solve the problem,” Madam Vivian insists. “Bring me a bucket.”

Moments later the pail was brought forward. Madam Vivian accepted the pail and looked inside. Her hand disappeared into the bucket for a few seconds before she pulled out the last wooden chip that was left inside, baring the number 3. After seeing the number of the wooden chip, she dropped it back inside.  

“All right, ladies, let us try this again,” Madam Vivian voiced with an exhausted sigh. She held the bucket out for the girls to throw their numbers inside. “You’re all going to redraw your chore numbers.”

Each of the girls walked up the the Madam, some walking briskly and some trailing behind with dreadful looks on their faces. While there were a few girls who didn’t want to risk drawing an easy chore a second time, but many were excited for a second chance. All of the girls willingly surrendered their wooden chip except for Morgan.  

“It’s not fair!” Morgan screamed, tears and snot still streaming down her face. “She’s lying! She always lies!”  

“Morgan, but the chip in the bucket,” Vivian demanded, reaching the bucket out to the girl. When Morgan refused to listen, Madam Vivian straightened and her eyes narrowed threateningly. “You’re getting too old for this sort of behavior, Morgan. You’re nearly thirteen… If this behavior continues I sell you to live with the Gypsies.”

Every girl in the hall had frozen in place. The boys looked down at their feet awkwardly, including Warren who still stood behind Madam Vivian. Madam Vivian always threatened to sell girls to the Gypsies when they misbehaved. At the age of sixteen, a girl was then considered a woman and expected to leave the orphanage for one reason or another. The Madam often used the threat of sending young girls to the Gypsies to put them in their place because no one knew what happened to the children that were sold to the Gypsies. They were simply never seen or heard from again.  

They were far from the most terrifying magic users in the world, but they were a close threat in the next city over, and therefore the largest threat to small children who knew nothing of their activities. But, to Celeste’s knowledge, Madam Vivian had never sold anyone to the Gypsies. It was an empty threat, but one that terrified every child in the orphanage. They would all listen to the Madam’s every order after hearing the threat on the off chance that one day she might keep her word and send them away.  

Morgan dragged her arm up in the air slowly before dropping the chip into the bucket. Madam Vivian shook the bucket and then began reaching inside, picking out a chip for each of the girls herself. Celeste was the first to receive a chip… but it wasn't the well-earned victory she had hoped for. All the fussing had not changed her fate. The number 3 carved into the wooden chip seemingly mocked her efforts. And worse yet, Morgan’s eyes burned into her with silent rage. Once the Madam had finished passing out the wood chips, she handed the pail to one of the lucky water fetchers.  

“There. Now it’s fair,” Madam Vivian stated with a clap of her hands, further solidifying that the conflict had been resolved and that would be the end of it. “Now, breakfast is waiting. Hurry on into the dining room to eat”

And that was it. There was no punishment for Morgan. Not for the hitting, not for slamming Celeste into the wall and certainly not for being unfair with the chores. They were excused and sent off to do their chores for the day. Celeste would likely bare the weight of her actions the second Madam Vivian and Mezzey were out of sight and Morgan could get ahold of her.  

The best word to describe Celeste’s feelings towards the morning's events was: regret.

Breakfast went by slowly for Celeste, especially since she was alone. No one wanted to be seated next to the girl that invoked Megan’s rage no matter whether they were a boy or a girl. Although she sat alone, she did notice the lingering, sympathetic gaze of Warren from one of the other tables. Slowly, one by one, the children finished their breakfast and gathered in groups depending on their chores. The wooden dishes the children had been using for their breakfast had been left behind to be cleaned up by those on kitchen duty.  

Celeste rose from her seat and started to gather the dishes located on the table she had been sitting at. She stacked the plates, then the bowls and set the utensils inside the bowls so she could carry everything with ease. Although she dreaded the kitchen work, she did it often enough that she knew the tricks to time and effort. When she turned to make her way towards the kitchen, she caught sight of Megan, who simply stood at one of the messy tables, staring as though she was unsure of what to do.  

Celeste paused a moment to stare at her. She contemplated helping Megan for a few moments, but her spite towards the older girl kept her from approaching. Megan’s head tilted up and she looked at Celeste purposefully, threatening her with her gaze.  

Celeste continued on her course to the kitchen, walking briskly. She was eager to make it to the same room as the cook, Mrs. Galleon. She was somewhat grateful that she was working in the kitchen, as long as she was working with Megan. She was lucky that she wasn’t stuck doing another chore with Megan, unsupervised and unprotected. At least in the kitchen, Megan wouldn’t be able to torture her as she pleased.  

The kitchen was, at least, a familiar territory so it wasn’t all that bad. That’s what Celeste tried to tell herself. She knew where to look for every spice and tool. The large room always smelled like spice or burned meat. And Celeste could always count of Mrs. Galleon smiling face, no matter what sort of mood she was in each morning.

As Celeste entered the kitchen she was greeted by Mrs. Galleon at the doorway. The large woman stood a little over five feet tall with an apron tied around her waist and her hair knotted into a bun. She always had a smile on her face and was considered to be the most approached adult in the orphanage by the children.  

“Goodmornin’, lass. I heard you caused quite a ruckus this morning.” Mrs. Galleon chuckled. “You should be nicer to your sister.”

Celeste’s face twisted up with disgust and confusion as she peered past the stacked bowls and at Mrs. Galleon’s face. “Megan isn’t my sister,” she insisted bitterly.  

“Sure, she is,” Mrs. Galleon insisted, patting the top of Celeste’s head with one of her heavy hands. “We’re all family here because we’re all each other has.”

That was true. Each of the children in the old castle was sent there because they had no one left. No family to take them in and care for them. No one to bat an eye when they fall ill or begin to starve. The war had taken the lives of many, and each time a new child was delivered to the orphanage the night was filled with quiet sobs and pleas to return home. But they had no home to return to. And no parents to love them. Celeste considered herself lucky. She was left at the orphanage when she was two years old and had no memories of that time. If she had a family, she didn’t remember them and therefore couldn’t miss them.  

However, even if she knew Mrs. Galleon was right, she refused to accept the idea of being considered Megan's sister. Megan wasn’t sisterly. Sisters were people who shared secrets, played together and loved each other. She couldn’t imagine having such a relationship with Megan.

“Megan isn’t my sister,” Celeste grumbled with insistence.  

“Such attitude this mornin’!” Mrs. Galleon cried with an amused laugh. It was clear to Celeste that Mrs. Galleon didn’t see Celeste’s words as anything more than a tired girl’s spite. “Why don’t you get a fire started, lass? Everything is ready, it just needs your spark.”

Mrs. Galleon winked encouragingly.  

Although Celeste hated working in the kitchen because she had no time to herself, she knew Mrs. Galleon preferred for her to be around. It made her work a lot easier since Celeste knew what was expected of her and did it promptly. Mrs. Galleon didn’t have to stand over Celeste and ensure she’s doing her work properly as she did with most of the other children.  

She set the dishes on a counter and made her way over to the large fireplace that was built into the wall. The bottom of the stone fireplace was already filled with small pieces of chopped wood, as Mrs. Galleon had mentioned, along with some stray tinder that was tossed on top to encourage the flames.  

Celeste collected the tinder to make a bundle and grabbed a piece of fungus in one of the baskets with the spices so she could use it to start the fire. She made her way back to the fireplace and got down to her knees to begin the process of making a fire. Celeste had a natural ability to spark up a fire that Mrs. Galleon had noticed the first time she had taught her to strike iron and flint. It only ever took Celeste two or three strikes of the stones in order to get a powerful spark onto the fungus. None of the other children could manage to make a fire on their own and Mrs. Galleon often became frustrated when she had to tend to the fire herself.  

Celeste crouched low to the ground as she struck the iron and flint rocks together. In a matter of seconds, the fungus was smoking as an ember struggled to burn to life. Once the fungus was glowing with the bright ember Celeste transferred it to the tinder bundle and the flames were prompted to go wild as she blew on the spark. She set the tinder bundle into the fireplace to catch the rest of the tinder aflame.  

Now she just had to wait. Celeste sat in front of the fire patiently and watched as the fire danced from the tinder to the small wood logs. Once she was sure the fire would continue to burn without her there to guide it, she rose to dust off her gown. As she did, she noticed that the other children on water duty were back with their first collection of water. They entered and exited through the back door of the kitchen that led out into the castle yard, carrying the pails to where the water was needed each morning. Pails of water were dumped into a barrel located near the countertop that was cluttered with the dishes from breakfast.

Celeste made her way over to the barrel, grabbing a rag along the way. It was time to wash the dishes she and the others had collected from the tables. She stood in front of the barrel, washing the collected dishes as Mrs. Galleon gave the other children's instructions of how to chop food and properly clean the dining hall before the next meal. Celeste had begun to lose herself in thought as she began working through the usual daily motions of kitchen duty. The icy water from the outside well began to numb her fingers, but after a few minutes, she no longer notices the cold.  

After she had finished cleaning the dishes, Celeste made her way to the fireplace to ensure it was still burning brightly. As she walked around the island counters in the center of the room, she noticed Mrs. Galleon rushing through the doorway to the Dining room to holler at one of the other children. She allowed an amused smile to come to her face as she stopped in front of the fireplace. She knelt down in front of the fire and warmed her cold hands in front of the flames. Feeling the warm flames melt away the numbness of her fingers was a delight.  

Her attention was dragged away from the fireplace as she noticed a shadow on the stone slab above the fireplace and the footsteps that approached. She turned to yell at the other child, afraid it was one of the pail carriers that was about to stumble into her and force her into the fireplace. Her words froze in her throat as her eyes met Megan’s.

Then she felt Megan’s hands push her into the fire.  

Celeste used her arm to brace herself against the flames, feeling herself break through the blacked pieces of wood that were burning brightly. There was no pain, just pure panic. Celeste quickly drew herself back, fully away that her clothes and hair were flames. She waved her arm, attempted to put out the flames as she rushed by Megan and the other children who stared in shock. The flames spread from her arm and hair to cover her head and torso as she rushed through the kitchen in a frenzy. Water. She needed water. Never mind the barrel of dirty dishwater across the kitchen. Her first thought was to run to the back door where the pail carriers had been entering to deliver water to the kitchen. She pushed the door open with both hands, leaving black scorch marks on the wood as her burning palm pressed against it.  

Celeste stumbled down the steps of the back door and out into the snow. She jumped into the snow, trying to put out the flames that refused to die. She heard footsteps stomping towards her, along with the swishing sound of water. Then she was soaked... but at least she was no longer on fire. The flames were finally extinguished.

Celeste looked down at her arms, expecting to see horribly scorched skin, but she was unharmed. The sleeve of her white gown, however, had burned away completely. There were black marks burned into the fabric of her dress where the fire had torn through the linen. But no burns anywhere on her body. And her hair? She reached up to touch her soaking hair that had been aflame only moments ago. It was all still there!

Celeste heard the frantic voice of Mrs. Galleon approaching but couldn’t focus on what she was saying. She lifted her head to see the large woman rushing towards her with her apron in her fists. Mrs. Galleon wrapped the apron around the shocked girl's shoulders and picked her up off of the ground as though she was a small child, rushing her back through the kitchen doorway. From over her shoulder, she could see Warren standing where she had been lifted off the ground with tipped pail at his feet. He had dumped the water on her and put out the fire.  

That was twice in one day that the boy had saved her. And she would have thanked him if she could form words to do so. However, she was unable to speak and simply gawked at the boy until she was carried inside through the back door and back into the kitchen.

#Celeste #Celeste's Backstory #backstory #OC #Castle #Writing #Drawing Lots #Embrosa #Witch #fire #orphan #who #what #when #where #why #because #look #children

[everly-kindred]

Everly’s Diary - Entry #26

Synopsis: Eve details her first two days at Hogwarts, including the Sorting Ceremony! (Finally!)

Words: 2,670

Date: 1st of September, 2026

Dear Diary, 

So… yesterday was the Sorting Ceremony, and the first day of Hogwarts. My wrist is about to hurt from how much I have to write!

Firstly, there was the train ride. Admittedly, I cried a lot, and it all started with having to say goodbye to my family. Once I was on the train, Bonnie gave me a crate and asked me to watch it on the train ride for her. I took it and found myself a window seat in an empty compartment, and then I got to meet a lot of students.

I finally met Evan, who Aures had mentioned to me. He seemed very nice, if not quiet, though he got a lot brighter when she entered the room. I met a boy named Levi, who also seemed very nice. He and Evan both like to draw, like me! Evan was sorted into Hufflepuff, and Levi went to Gryffindor. Oh, also, Aures was sorted into Gryffindor, which… Made me sad, to be completely honest, though not as sad as Evan. I could tell he looked crushed. But, she looked very happy about it, and I think it suits her. Anyways, it’s not like we can’t be friends just because we’re in different houses! 

I also met a set of twins, two girls named Celeste and Soleil. They seemed nice, too, and got sorted into Hufflepuff as well! So that’s exciting. Finally, there was a boy named Felix, who got sorted into Ravenclaw. He was also very sweet, so I guess I got lucky with my train compartment friends! He actually helped identify what creature was in the crate Bonnie had me watch over, because he had a copy of Fantastic Beasts with him. 

It turned out, they were something called a “Jarvey.” There were two of them. They looked like ferrets, and they were wearing cones on their heads. That wasn’t the weirdest thing, though. The weirdest thing was that they could talk! And they didn’t have anything nice to say, either.

Once we got off the train, all of the first years were guided by a Professor named uh… Well, I don’t know how to spell it yet, but it sounded like Pre-Oh. She wore a really pretty gold robe, and is actually the Hufflepuff Head of House! She guided us to the boats, and me, Aures, Felix, and another first year all shared one. Aures said it was our first adventure together, and I said it would be the first of many. 

We got off the boats, and walked up to the castle. It’s honestly much, much bigger than I imagined it to be. I mean, I knew it would be big, but I guess I just wasn’t prepared for how big, you know? And I’d bet galleons that I’ll be getting lost in it very, very easily. I hope I can figure out how to make my classes in time.

Anyways, we stood outside of the Great Hall, and met the Deputy Headmistress. Her name is Professor Blightly. I won’t lie, I was a little scared of her at first. She’s a very pale, thin woman and one eye is… Well, not missing, but… I mean it doesn’t look okay. And she has very white hair although there’s a streak of black. Actually, she’s very pretty, but I was expecting her to be a lot more… Cold? Than she ended up being. She was quite nice! And gave a very comforting welcome speech to all of us. 

We all went into the Great Hall after that, and it was… Well, magnificent! It’s not called the Great Hall for nothing! The ceiling was full of stars and clouds and the moon, and there were candles floating over all of our heads. It was everything I had read about in Hogwarts: A History, and more!

While we were waiting to be sorted, a ghost flew through me, and honestly even laying in your undies in the snow couldn’t compare to how cold that felt. It was both gross, and really cool at the same time. It came over me like a sort of sadness, and made me feel incredibly lonely in that moment, but then it was over. I must say, Hogwarts has a lot of ghosts, and I’ve honestly never seen one like that aside from the one I saw at Christmas. But these ghosts were socializing, and weren’t trying to hide at all! It was bizarre but very, very interesting, and they were all quite beautiful. 

The sorting hat sang a song about all the houses, and this really weird, colourful… I mean, I guess he was a ghost, but he didn’t look like the other ones? I don’t know how to explain it. He looked like a puppet without strings, the way he flew around the Great Hall. Anyways, he kept interrupting the song, and saying mean things, which was a little irritating. 

Once that was done, it was time to be sorted. Get this - Ruby was a Ravenclaw! He was so sure he was going to be Slytherin, and he honestly looked so upset that he wasn’t. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him yet, but… Maybe it would be best to give him time. I’ve never seen him look as unhappy as he did, like that. 

As for me? Well, Grandpa won the bet, because I’m a Hufflepuff! So I’ll be with Evan, the twins, and Bobby! Plus Talula and another girl I met named Marigold. It seems like my house is full of a lot of good people, so I’m not unhappy about it at all.

After I was sorted, that was when things started to go downhill for me. The Headmistress spoke, and even sang a song for the Headmaster. I think they’re meant to do this every year, because most of the people in the hall knew the words already. I didn’t know the words, but I still hummed and swayed to the music. It was haunting. The Headmistress was a woman dressed in black, with a very sharp eye. She seemed a bit more stern than the Deputy Headmistress, but she wasn’t without a smile for the new students, at least. She was dressed in all black, so I think she’s still mourning Headmaster Fox.

After her speech and song, the feast began. That was also when the trouble began. A clown entered the room, though, it wasn’t really a clown. It changed into something else that I honestly don’t remember, as it walked between the tables, and then… it locked eyes with me, and turned into a skeleton. I honestly froze with fear! I couldn’t move, or breathe, and I think I screamed, before I ducked under the table.

Apparently, it was a boggart, and the Headmistress shooed it away from the hall, but now it’s running loose in the school. I was really shaken up after that, but I was able to eat some food. They had mashed potatoes, of course, which is one of my favourite foods. They had a bunch of other stuff, too, but I was honestly too frightened to really pay attention or want to eat anything more solid than that. 

After dinner, the prefects guided us to the common room, and the dorms. I went ahead of everyone else, so I got there first, and then a boy named Anton showed up. He had a very large hat that hid most of his face! He was very nice, and gave me a few tips about the common room and the dorms. The prefects came, and showed everyone how to get in. You see, the entrance to the Hufflepuff commons is a bunch of barrels, and you have to tap them the right way, or else they’ll douse you in vinegar. The smell was very, very unpleasant. Anyways, we got in, the prefects gave us a speech about being good students and how we were all family now. I honestly really like our dorms, they remind me of the Hobbit Holes in this muggle book my dad likes. After the prefects talked to us, we all got shown to our dorms. 

I took a bed in the very back, against the wall. Puck was already there, along with all of my things. I took a shower and got changed into my pajamas, and then stayed in the commons with the others for a little longer before going to bed.

You know how I was saying I cried a lot? Well… yeah. It was a good thing that I went to bed before anyone else. I’ve honestly never felt so homesick and lonely in my life. All I wanted was a hug from my mum, and I was so sad and scared that I ended up crying until I fell asleep. I feel better now, for the most part, because I think I’m making friends, but… It’s hard. I miss home.

I ended up having a nightmare about the skeleton, too. I dreamed I was in the Great Hall again, and the hall was full but everyone had their backs to me, and I was standing in the middle of the aisle with the sorting hat on my head. The skeleton was coming towards me, slowly, crawling on all fours. It started off human, but it was slowly morphing into the skeleton of a frog, which was honestly less scary. But it was a big frog! Well, frog skeleton. 

Anyways, I was still terrified, because I was in a nightmare, and everyone was facing away, not looking at me, not helping me. I couldn’t move my feet at all, because it felt like I was stuck in something sticky, like trying to walk in honey or something. The frog was getting bigger and bigger, and was about to swallow me and trap me in its bones like a big cage. Finally, I managed to say ‘stop’ and I ended up saying it out loud, which woke me up, but I experienced a little sleep paralysis first. It was the first time I’d ever had that happen to me, but I knew what it was when it did, which made it less scary. It was just like, my brain was awake but my body wasn’t yet, so I still couldn’t move, and the dream was fading before my eyes. 

I managed to go back to sleep, but I didn’t have another dream after that. Then, I woke up kinda early, and went down to breakfast. I met two more Hufflepuffs, one named Willow who told me that if you laugh at the boggart, it’ll go away, and that I should travel with someone in case I run into it. The other one was named Ronan. Him and Willow were doing sign language, I think, but I don’t know sign language, so I couldn’t really keep up. They were talking a little while they were doing it, though, so I wasn’t left out or anything. 

After that, we had to leave the Great Hall so they could prepare it for the memorial. They filled it with benches and bubbles, and there was a portrait of Fox at the front - life size. I ended up sitting next to my potions professor, Professor Green. She actually loaned me her hat, because I complimented her on it! It’s a pretty black hat with a blue ribbon and a big, glass yellow star hanging off the tip. 

Then, the memorial started. And a lot of witches and wizards showed up for it.

Headmaster Fox was a man of many talents and accomplishments. He sounds as though he might’ve been one of the greatest and strongest wizards alive, when he was. And certainly one of the most beloved, as there were so many people around me, crying as the Headmistress spoke of him. It was very hard to be in that room, honestly. It broke me a little, to see the hurt everyone was feeling. 

I wish I had known him. 

Mum, Dad, my Step Dad, and Grandpa all showed up, and it was nice because I really needed a hug. Some people shared words with us about the Headmaster, including the Minister of Magic, Wilfred Bloom, who said the statue in the Ministry would be taken out and replaced with one of Fox. Talula sang a song I didn’t recognize, but it was very pretty anyways. 

I’m really grateful that Bonnie is here, and that she’s Head Girl. I feel so lost in this big school, and so alone… I’m friendly with some people but it’s not the same as being at home, with family. I hope the castle becomes home soon, and that my classmates become family. I’m really homesick, and I don’t know what I’ll do without Bonnie next year.

Hufflepuff had their first house meeting, after the memorial. Anton suggested to Professor Pre-Oh that we grow fruits and vegetables, and then someone else suggested a scavenger hunt to help the first years (like me!) learn the castle. Kites and dances were also suggested, but I was most excited about the gardening and the scavenger hunt. Especially because Pre-Oh said she could ask our herbology professors about helping grow the pumpkins! I love pumpkins so much! Eating them, using them for decoration… they’re amazing!

Eventually it was decided that Hufflepuff would organize a castle-wide scavenger hunt and that all houses were invited to participate, especially the first years so that we could get to know the castle. I’m very excited to see how it turns out, and try my hand at it! 

We also decided to have a night where we all sleep under the stars in the Astronomy tower, so that’s exciting too! Anton wanted us to transfigure our legs into tails and swim in the lake like mermaids, but the Professor said no to that idea. It got me wondering, though, if a person could be shrunk with magic and given transfigured wings? What if magic could make me into a faerie?

I also talked to Evan a little. He seems nervous about being a Hufflepuff, but hopefully we’ll both be fine. I told him we could be scared together. Also, I got to talk to Bobby, when I was writing in the courtyard. It was good to see him again, and it reminded me that I’m glad to be a Hufflepuff. I’m glad to be in a house with many good friends. 

Before dinner, I decided I wanted to explore the dungeons a little. Maybe a little stupid, especially because I was alone and there’s a boggart on the loose, but I was curious and ended up getting lucky. I was truthfully hoping I’d run into Ruby maybe. Even though he’s a Ravenclaw instead of a Slytherin, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was hanging out down there. But, I didn’t see him. 

It’s very dark down there, but I saw something white in the shadows. It turned out to be a very scared little rat! She seemed hungry, so I gave her some of the chocolate I had with me. After that, she crawled into my pocket, and didn’t want to leave, so I guess she’s mine now? I brought her with me to dinner, and she seemed very fond of the peas, cheese, and strawberries, like me! I didn’t hear anyone say anything about losing a pure-white rat, so I suppose she was wild? Or at the very least, not missed. 

Then I took her back to my dorm, and decided her name would be Venus. She seems scared of Puck, but Puck doesn’t really pay her any mind. For now, her and Cornelius share a cage. Hopefully no one notices that I’ve now got three pets…

Anyways, that’s been the past two days. Absolutely crazy, and my wrist hurts from writing it all out, just as I thought it would. Classes start tomorrow, so I’m going to go to bed. I’ll write soon!

Much love, Everly

About the Character: Everlina Rosemary Kindred is an imaginative Hufflepuff attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She keeps up with her magical journey through a series of diary entries, dream journals, and tarot readings, all documented for future reflection. Her diary is a small glimpse into her enchanted life, and her adventure into the wizarding world and all its splendors. If you’d like more information about Eve, visit her wiki page. 

About the Author: My name is Katherine! I am a 21-year-old Hufflepuff & Pukwudgie from Louisville, Kentucky. This page is my creative journey into the magical world, through the lenses of Second Life. Here I post diary entries, dream journals, and tarot readings all from my character’s perspective. If you’d like more information about me, visit my Flickr! 

#harry potter #hufflepuff #magic #diary #witch #hogwarts #journal #secondlife #mischief managed

[lunarlicorice]

12 am warmups doodles that aren't really warmup doodles because i forgot to draw anything afterwards

#the second one is vaguely referencing that 'beautiful brown eyes/staring into your soul' post. i couldnt find it tho #art #my art #doodle #ocs #my ocs #egret ketch #william cole #celeste galleon #werewolf

[miyotesse]

Shimmer and Sear

So, I slightly forgot to upload this yesterday! So have a bumper upload today!

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Upon arriving at a new town, Kirsikka our intrepid thief is beckoned by a mysterious woman with a tumultuous past. She has heard rumors of the deeds done by the travellers, and wishes to employ them to rescue a princess. Now that may seem like old hat, but things are not what they seem, as Kiri and Celeste soon find out. 

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Shimmer and Sear

Many call it the backbone of the world. The Union Firth, the grand waterway that splits the continent of Mahdol in two, and spreads through it like arteries and veins. Lives are lived upon its waters, and lives are lost as well. On one particular day, in the midst of autumn, when the trees were turning golden brown and the nights were drawing colder, one particular vessel was docking at a large market town. The boat of black and gold, unnamed to all but those who knew her, was tethered to the dock with heavy rope, thicker than even the ropes used to tie the great galleons further down at the coast.

“Kiri, I need you to do the shopping this time round, I have some business with the authorities here,” Celeste said as she rode down onto the wooden dock in her wheeled chair. Kirsikka brushed her brown locks aside from her face, and rolled her eyes.

“That sounds entirely unentertaining. I cannot promise I won't keep my hands to myself on this most boring of missions,” Kiri replied, her hands lightly resting upon the two handles at the back of the shiny brass and plush red velvet chair. Celeste let out a little chuckle, and shooed the girls hands away from the handles, rolling herself forwards using the wheels.

“I would expect nothing less of you. Don't forget that you need new ink, so you will need to find that somewhere too. You may buy it with any remaining funds,” she said, reaching into the pockets of the chair to pull out a small, heavy bag of coin, and a scrap of paper with words written on it in a swirling, cursive text.

“Fiiine, I will go buy you your trinkets. But I'm also gunna buy a cake, and eat it all myself, none for you,” she said with a pout. Celeste chuckled again, but did not respond, merely continuing to roll along the docks.

A few hours later, bundles of food and water hanging from her arms, Kirsikka was making her way back to the Rakas when she heard a noise.

“Psst, hey, leather girl,” a voice called from behind a large stack of barrels and crates. Kiri grinned widely, and set her shopping on the ground, casually pulling one of her knives from her boot. She paced over to the barrels, a smile on her face.

“You know, only my bandoliers are leather. The trousers are silkweave canvas, and my shirt is actually hide, not leather. It's softer. But good eye from that far,” she said, tossing the knife idly as she entered the darker area.

“Brown girl would've been a little insensitive, I think, but thank you for coming over anyway. I had hoped to speak with you about something very impotant,” the voice spoke, as a woman emerged from behind a barrel. She wore loose, baggy trousers, an armless tight shirt in vermillion red, and had white bindings wrapped around her left arm just above where her elbow should have been. Golden hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes were a fiery orange, and bore a great sadness to them.

“As much as I appreciate being lured into an alleyway by a vision of divine beauty, couldn't you have approached me like a normal person?” Kiri replied.

“It is too dangerous for me to be seen on the streets. The city guard are on the lookout for me, and if they find me, they will try to kill me,” she replied. Kiri arched an eyebrow at this.

“OK, I'm interested. What did you have to say?” Kiri asked. The woman took a deep breath.

“My name is Ling. I may not look it, but I am a member of a tribe of warriors, with many years of battle under my belt. My mother was a great hero in my home, and my father, a wanderer from the wastelands. My family were celebrated among my people as powerful leaders, sworn to protect our interests, and our lands. We fueded with many other tribes, but brought peace to our homelands, a peace that barely lasted. A wretched man, Baron Ashna, brought ruin to our sacred lifestyle, and could not be bargained with. A terrible war broke out, a war that decimated my people, and has me separated from them. I have been forced to beg and scrape to survive, taking on work whenever I could, to keep myself from wasting away even more than you see before you. Several weeks ago, I... yes?”

“Does this story have a break at some point? Only, I kinda have to go pee, and after that, I have a packed day of nothing ahead of me, so I'm busy busy busy,” Kiri replied, leaning back against the crates.

“I'm sorry that the plight of my people bores you so. Fine. I have met a woman who I owe a great debt, and before I leave this town and return to my people, I wish to free her from the local prison. I need help, because even I cannot take on dozens of armed guards alone, and without armour,” she said.

“What makes you think I can help you. Or that I even will?” Kiri asked.

“I have heard rumors. Tellings of a boat with no name, crewed by a woman who knows all secrets, and one whose momentum in a fight is never lost. They say that one is cold and distant, the other an outrageous flirt. You two arrived earlier, on a boat with no name. I took a gamble,” Ling replied. Kiri nodded her head a little, and smiled.

“Let me see what I can do, miss warrior,” she said, scooping up her belongings, and heading for the ship.

“I'm back! Did you get the shopping?” Celeste called as she tapped at the prow of the boat. Kirsikka poked her head up from the roof of the vessel, and waved idly.

“Got everything on the list, got my ink, found a cool business opportunity, and even managed to get in some practice. Oh, and I bought you some actual nice coffee, so you can finally be kind to your tastebuds,” she said, pulling herself along the boat as Celeste rolled up to the ramp.

“Hmm... you must be interested in this... opportunity... if you've neglected to ask me about my own activities,” the dark skinned woman replied, pushing herself up onto her leg, and pulling herself onto the rail attached seat that she used when driving the boat. A few catches were pulled and a lever lowered, and the metal planks that the wheeled chair rested on began to rattle, as the ramp began to slowly rise into the air, folding onto the deck with the chair on top of it.

“She's gorgeous, long golden hair, dazzling eyes, unh! I could do so many things to that woman, naughty, shocking things,” Kiri purred, rolling into her back, looking at Celeste upside down. “But yes, let's talk about your boring thing that doesn't involve a beautiful if overly verbose gift to the world,” she added, poking her tongue out.

“The negotiation went well. We will be arranging for a delivery of a dozen boxes to be taken to Yeshna, for a fee of ten thousand Denar,” she said. Kiri's eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Ten thousand? What are we shipping, slaves? I thought we didn't do that, Celly,” she said, rolling over and moving to stand.

“Calm down, we don't. I was quite emphatic about that. It's 'none of our business', so I did a little investigating, and we're taking White Tiger,” she replied.

“Drugs? Eww. Pass. You can deal with that, I'm not interested,” Kiri said, slumping back down onto the roof.

“That's perfectly fine. You'll just have to earn your own money for a while,” Celeste shot back at her with a smirk. “Well? What about your little opportunity?” she asked, using a little control panel to let the chair slide up along the solid rails towards the roof.

“You ever hear of the warriors of Tel'rethar?” the brown haired woman said.

“Can't say that I have. Why?”

“No real reason. I just think I met one of them. She seemed to be interested in a jailbreak. I'll be honest, I just want to see her fight. There was a legend about the warriors, that they only got stronger the more they got hurt, and this one's missing her arm. I get chills just thinking about it,” she said, biting her lip.

“Ah, is this the blonde? What do you see the prize to be? You can't be thinking so altruistically,” came the response.

“Well... I need to confirm it with the target, but, I think there's something more to it. You remember the time with that bard, and what went on? I've got the same tingles,” she said, rolling to her side to look at her partner.

“I have been a fool not to trust your instincts before, Kirsikka, but I must admit I am a little trepidacious. A jailbreak is no easy feat, and we are on a schedule now,” Celeste replied.

“Let me go back to her, I'll confirm a few things and come back to you,” she said, curling up slightly.

“Very well. Speak with your golden haired warrior tomorrow. And don't sleep on the roof again, you'll catch a cold. Hey. Kirsikka! Damn... you are a fool of a child,” Celeste said, as Kirsikka's breaths became more shallow, her eyes tightly shut.

#Kirsikka #Celeste #Union Firth #Original Fiction #ShiSe

[nemesisbinxartifactseries]

Artifact Series P

Paavo Nurmi’s Stopwatch

Pablo Escobar's Speedboat

Pablo Fanque's Riding Boots

Pablo Picasso's Chisel

Pablo Picasso's Paint Brush

Pacal the Great's Sarcophagus

Pachycrocuta Jawbone *

Paddy Barrie’s Stove and Brushes

Paddy Roy Bate's Nautical Compass

Padlock Charm

Padlock from Alcatraz

Painless Parker’s Tooth Necklace

Paintbrush from a Radium Watch Factory

Paintings from Island Farm

Pair of Fertility Statues

Pamela L. Traver's Umbrella

Pancho Villa's Boots *

Pandora's Box *

Pan Twardowski's Mirror

Pappus of Alexandria’s Hexagon

Paracelsus' Medicine Bag

Paragon 3-D Glasses

Paris' Bow

Parmenides of Elea's Tunic

Paschal Beverly Randolph's Crystal Ball

Past-Seeing Alarm Clock

Patient 16 (Athens Asylum)'s Toy Car

Patsy Ann Campbell's Tanning Bed

Patty Hearst's M1 Carbine

Patrick Bohan’s Locker

Patrick Henry's Letter Opener

Patrick Sherrill's Letter Bag

Patrick Skene Catling's Divider

Patrick Suskind's Bottle of Perfume

Paul Bunyan Fiberglass Statue

Paul Bunyan's Axe *

Paul Broca's Surgical Scissors

Paul Charles Dozsa's Chopsticks

Paul Dukas’ Broom

Paul Ekman's Nesting Dolls

Paul-Émile Botta's Alabaster Bas-Reliefs

Paul McNulty's Piano Tuning Hammer

Paul Morphy's Chess Piece

Paul Reubens' Rouge

Paul Revere's Lantern *

Paul Rusesabagina's Telephone

Paul Tibbet's Binoculars *

Paul Vasquez's Camera

Paul W. Fairman's Office Chair

Paving Stone from Tiananmen Square

Pax's Cornucopia

P-body Android Test Subject

'Peace for Our Time' from "Heil Honey I'm Home!"

Pearl Harbor Tool Box

Pearl Hart's Stolen Stagecoach

Pearl of Wisdom *

The Pearl of the World

Pedro Álvares Cabral's Naval Map

Pedro Menéndez de Avilés’ Patache

Pellegrino Ernetti's Chronovisor

Penetrating Cake Tester

Penguin's Hat and Umbrella *

Penthesilea's Spear

Pepsi Bottle and Cap

Perceval Camper Carbon Fiber Knife

Percival's Grail Sword

Percy Bysshe Shelley's Note to his Wife

Percy Fawcett's Machete

Percy Spencer's Microwave Oven

Perdita's Fardel

Père Fouettard's Whip

Perk-a-Cola Machines

Perpetually Burning Torch

Perry Como's Gold Record *

Persephone's Pomegranate Seeds

Persian Amulet

Persian Spear

Perun's Axe

Pete Conrad's Space Boots

Peter Carl Faberge's Caliper

Peter III of Russia's Toy Soldiers

Peter Abelard's Letter Stamp

Peter Francisco’s Cannon

Peter Henlein's Nuremberg Egg *

Peter Kollwitz’s Boots

Peter Kropotkin's Bread Knife

Peter Kurten's Skeleton Key

Peter Laurie's Eyeglasses

Peter Lawford's Shot Glass

Peter Minuit’s Wampum

Peter Pan's Tunic

Peter Piper's Jar of Pickled Peppers

Peter Shellem's Paper Weight

Peter Stumpp's Wolf Skin

Peter Stuyvesant’s Pegleg

Peter Sutcliffe's Vehicle Registration Plate

Peter the Great's Cape

Peter the Hermit’s Pilgrim Badge

Peter Tripp’s Glass Booth

Peter Wright's Earpiece

Peterson's Armored Personnel Carrier

Phan Đình Phùng's Mandarin Square

Phar Lap’s Blinders

Pharaoh Pen-abw's Twin Caskets

Phineas Gage's Tamping Iron

Phidias' Hammer and Chisel

Phil Connor's Radio Alarm Clock

Philibert Aspairt's Chartreuse-Glass Googles *

Philip Astley's Circus Tent

Philip Griebel's Original Garden Gnome

Philipe Pinel's Quill Pen

Philip K. Dick's I Ching

Philip K. Dick's Journal

Philip Reid’s Block and Tackle

Philip Van Doren Stern's Upholstery Brush *

Philosopher's Stone *

Philo Farnsworth's Alpha-Wave Form Sender *

Phoebe Snetsinger's Binoculars

Phoenician Idol

Phone Booth from the Mojave Desert

The Phoenix *

Phoenix Wright's Magatama

Pickens County Courthouse Window

Pickled Dragon

Piece of Halley's Comet *

Piece of the Antikythera Mechanism

Pieces of Yolanda Saldivar's Gun

Pied Piper's Flute *

Pier Gerlofs Donia's Compass

Pier Giorgio Perotto's Programma 101

Pierre-Auguste Renoir's Easel *

Pierre-Auguste Renoir's Two Girls Playing the Piano *

Pierre Batcheff's Bicycle

Pierre Charles L'Enfant's Compass

Pierre Desloges' Dining Table

Pierre Fauchard’s Needle Nose Pliers

Pierre-Joseph Desault’s Culottes

Pierre le Grand's Galleons

Pierre Benjamin Montuex's Conductor Baton

Pierre-Simon Laplace's Telescope (canon)

Pike Carousel Horse

Pike River Mine Hardhat

Pilot Episode of 'America's Funniest Home Videos'

Piltdown Man Skull

Pimp Cane

Pink Floyd's Remaster of 'Another Brick in the Wall'

The Pink Panther

Pinkamena's Cupcake Tin

Pinto Colvig's Clown Shoes and Nose

Pipe from the Children’s Crusades

Pipe Organ from Diana's Funeral

Piri Reis Map

Pistol from the USS Maine

Pitch from Tutankhamun’s Tomb

The Pius Device *

Placido Domingo's Strawbery Handkerchief

Plaek Phibunsongkhram’s Niello Scarf Clip

Plane Sabotaging Oil Can

Plaque from the Kunta Kinte Memorial

Plastic Mannequin Arm

Platinum Rings from Poland’s Wedding to the Sea

Plato's Tablets *

Plinko Board & Chips

Pliny the Elder’s Sea Chart

Pliny the Elder's Scroll *

Pluto's Toga

Pocketknife from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum Art Theft

Podgórski Sisters' Cottage

Poe Toaster's Roses and Cognac

Poké Ball

Poker Alice's Playing Cards

Police Car from the MOVE Bombing

Police Sketch Artist Sketchpad

Pol Pot's Copy of "The Communist Manifesto"

Pol Pot's Punji Sticks

'Polybius' Arcade Cabinet

Polybius' Scytale

Polycrates’ Ring

Polonus Vorstius' Wine

Pompeii Bread

Pompeii Amphora *

Pompeii Pithos

Pompey the Great's Shield

Pony Express Mail Bag

Pontiac Firebird Trans Am 1976

Pont-Saint-Esprit Bread Knife

Pop-Down Book

Pope Clement VI’s Papal Bulls

Pope Clement VII’s Zucchetto

Pope John Paul II's Assassination Bullet

Pope John Paul II's Papal Tiara

Pope Leo XIII's Rosary

Pope Urban II's Stole Vestment

Poppa Neutrino's Oar

Portal Gun

Portobello Pin-Cushion

Portrait of Katherine FitzGerald, Countess of Desmond

Portraits Used in The Original Production of Ruddigore

Porygon Statue

Poseidon's Conch

Post-It Notes from the Lennon Wall

Potatoes from the Great Irish Famine

Prada Mannequins

Predatory 1950's Refrigerator

Prehistoric Plant Pollen *

Preston Brooks' Cane

Preserved Apple Pie

Preserved Hardtack from the Civil War

Preserved Head of Medusa

Preserved Shark Fin

Prester John's Silver Grail

Preston Brooks' Cane

Primo Levi's Scarf *

Primordial Tar from Pitch Lake, Trinidad *

Prince Hussain's Flying Carpet *

Princes in the Tower's Red Rose Petal

Prince's Keyboard

Printing Press Handle from Ettela'at Newspaper Printing Press

Primo di Castello’s Siege Engine

Priscilla Dunstan's Playskool Tape Recorder

Private John Williams' Diver Helmet *

Prize Generating Cracker Jack Box

Procrustean Bed *

Professor Layton's Hat

Prokop Diviš' Cross

Prop Bomb from the Batman Series

Protective Safe Deposit Box

Prototype NERF Maverick

The Proverbial Apple

Prudence Laverlong's China Dolls *

Pryderi's Golden Bowl

PS3 Wireless Controller

Psychic Penny

Psy's Tuxedo Jacket

P.T. Barnum's Spinning Top *

P.T. Barnum's Top Hat & Walking Stick

P. T. Selbit's Box and Saw

P. T. Selbit's Cheese Wheel

Ptolemy's Refracting Mirror Lens

Ptolemy XII Auletes' Ankh Charm

Puckle Gun

Pulley Block form the Mary Celeste *

Pupa the Haunted Doll

Puyi’s Headdress

Pwyll's Bag

Pykrete Destroyer

Pyotr Kapitsa’s Turbine

Pyotr Potemkin’s and Frederick the Third's Beds

Pyotr Tchaikovsky's Music Box

Pyrrhus of Epirus' Helmet

Pytheas’ Tin Ingots

Pythia's Tripod

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had an idea for a scene later on in the story / egret's first impressions of will / warrior cats variants for clangen (egrettalon, nighthaze, unnamed (sorry will))

#keep forgetting about these lying around. look at them neow #i would elaborate on the first one but it requires context for the previous story beats and i haven't shared that yet whoops #art #my art #doodle #ocs #my ocs #celeste galleon #egret ketch #william cole

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voted saddest most fucked up trans mage/bounty hunter/pirate/werewolf 2023. also egret in the top right bc she's important in this story too

#i finally drafted up the second part of the story so i was doodling these #teehee #i had another doodle in mind but it's being stubborn getting out of my head #art #my art #digital art #ocs #my ocs #egret ketch #celeste galleon #werewolf

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(drawing them) wow you guys suck

#i redesigned will again. hopefully for the last time. for now #gave him a jacket and a turtleneck bc i feel like if ur getting raised by some guy while on the run #he's probably gonna have to do most of the clothes shopping for you #really liked how egret's face turned out. idk. that's all tags time #art #my art #doodle #ocs #my ocs #celeste galleon #egret ketch #william cole