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Heresy Silvertongue uses her favourite holiday to make amends and save the day.

Belated Christmas Wishes, everyone! It's another year of Silvertongue shenanigans! I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I did while writing it.

#heresy silvertongue #original character #original characters #original story #reblogs welcomed #original work #a silvertongue story #christmas story #christmas crisis #magic #immortals #ongoing work #cask writing

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8 people I’d like to know better

Rules: fill this up and then tag 8 people you’d like to know better!

one / ( alias / name ): luca two / ( date of birth ): march 7 three / ( zodiac sign ): pisces four / ( height ): 5′7″ five / ( hobbies ): mostly video games.  reading when anxiety lets me.  watching twitch streams when it doesn’t. six / ( favorite color ): purple!  neons.  i love a good neon palette wow. seven / ( favorite books ): the urban fantasy genre as a whole. does that count? ( simon r green & patricia briggs in particular ),  wayfarer redemption by sara douglass.  her troy game series is fluffin interesting.  blood & gold by anne rice.  queen of the damned by anne rice.  the expanse series.  various books from the horus heresy series. eight / ( last song listened to ): silence by marshmello nine / ( last film or show watched ): we started watching the mandalorian last night.  baby yoda ljlkdlakj ten / ( story behind url ): time has crafted him into who we see him progress into, for better or worse.  at least in modern mcu. eleven / ( inspiration for muse ): mainly watching the movies.  it helps spark hcs and things that do or don’t make sense.  i’ve also read some of the comics ( mainly 2012 run ) to help fill stuff out.

tagged by.  @silvertongued-trickster​ tyty! tagging. anyone who hasn’t done it yet.

#★ ✧･ﾟ : dancing in the dark — ooc

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At the Edge of the Abyss (Ch.1)

Rating: G

Warnings: Referenced (Canon) Character Death, The Amber Spyglass Spoilers

Summary: "Belacqua? No, you are Lyra Silvertongue." An old friend's declaration comes true once more as the light in the gloom in the land of the dead.

Chapter 1: Midnight     (Read on Ao3)

Lee wasn’t sure how long it had been since Lyra had arrived at the world of the dead. He was also unsure of the general passage of time since his own passing. While it was daunting to think of his life in the past tense, he couldn’t ever imagine doing so without Hester. And so, he had slowly counted every second – or what seemed to be seconds in a space where time looped around and wove through the world in a confusing web of knots that made no sense whatsoever – he’d been separated from his dear soul.

(Elsewhere, a Scholar would propose that the dead lay beyond the influence of time in a world different from all the rest. This, condemned for heresy, would unfortunately prove false by the time the Scholar joined the ranks of the dead.)

Lee wasn’t even sure he existed in physical form anymore. His very being appeared to be nothing more than a manifestation of his consciousness, perhaps in lieu of his dæmon.

“Mr. Scoresby?” Lyra called. He looked up from his careful guard at her. Her face was gaunt in the meagre light, and blood had soaked through the bandage near her temple. The fire in her eyes that he’d always seen, burning with curiosity and defiance, now was awfully dim, though steely determination glinted brightly enough for him to regain some hope in this dank and dismal place.

“Yeah?”

“Did I ever tell you what happened after I fell out of the balloon?”

He felt something swoop in his chest, but it couldn’t have been his still heart. Hell, he hadn’t seen Iorek since before Svalbard, had only barely heard news of him from Serafina Pekkala. He shook his head.

“No,” was all he said.

Lyra launched into what was admittedly an enthralling tale that sufficiently distracted him from the gut-wrenching despair that had seeped through every corner of this place. The boy next to her, with the knife, smiled slightly at her retelling, particularly when she reached the part when she met him, and Lee sneaked a look at John. John caught the glance and shrugged lightly, looking enraptured with the story.

Lee let himself relax, though he was still cautious of where they were headed, and listen to the rest of her story about how Lord Asriel had managed to create a doorway into other worlds with a frightening explosion. He let his darling child who he’d come to care for within days of meeting her, whose brazen tongue and artless charm had stolen his heart and any paternal affection he hadn’t known he had to give. When her voice, hoarse from the chatter, faded away, all he could say was, “You tricked Iofur Raknisson?”

She nodded vigorously, and he was glad to see that she’d gained back some of her sprightliness after sinking into her element of telling stories.

“It seems strange, I know, because you can’t normally trick a bear. But Iofur didn’t want to be a bear, see, he wanted to be a human, but that en’t possible, so the Gobblers – the Oblation Board – were able to fool him and say that it was. He wanted a dæmon and everything, so I pretended I was Iorek’s.”

Lee blinked, and beside him, John looked no less confused. Lee had to admit that that was some impressive amount of logic involved, as well as utter nonsense she’d strung together into a convincing argument. He wasn’t entirely surprised; Lyra was the only one he knew who could pull off the most impossible plans without many lasting consequences. He could never be prouder.

Soon enough, too soon enough for Lee, they reached the spot that connected them to the world where they could set the dead free. He sighed wistfully, knowing that he would only a few hours or so left with her, a majority of which he would spend fighting a war beyond any dimension he was capable of imagining.

It was all worth it, in the end, because it meant that the universe would still be there at the end of the day, and Lyra would return to a safer home. And, he thought, he’d finally be with Hester again.

#sil's stories #hdm fic #lyra silvertongue #lee scoresby #hdm spoilers #hdm show spoilers #the amber spyglass spoilers #hdm

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I will NEVER stop laughing over the fact that someone said the ship name for Bo and Heresy should be "United Ireland"

#wine notes #its a great joke but I'm fairly sure I might get shot for it #bohannon feirste #heresy silvertongue

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WIP Wednesday!

hey I remembered for once! Here's an excerpt from Chapter Three of You Plan to Stop Me with Wrapping Paper?

Heresy’s own lips trembled. She wasn’t trying to be mean, especially not to her little brother, but she was furious right now. How dare he try that excuse when he knew her friend was in danger? Before she could really unload on him, their father stepped onto the porch.

“Alright, that’s enough. Heresy, get in the car,” Octavian said, pushing his daughter away, before turning to his son, “go inside, Hera. Go help your mother with the girls”

Heracles stood there defiantly, before tossing himself at his father. Octavian caught his son in a bear hug, sighing as he tried to soothe the troubled teen. They quietly spoke to one another, but as quickly as the tender moment occurred, Heracles violently pulled himself out of the embrace. He shoved Octavian away hard enough for the necromancer to lose his balance just a little, and stormed inside. 

He looked defeated as he walked to the car Heresy was waiting inside. When he slid into the driver’s seat, she frowned. She could feel how much of a blow that was, as it radiated off of him and into her senses. She was about to say something to comfort him when her other brothers pulled up beside them in the Rover.

“Are we ready to rock?” Ty asked in the driver’s seat, Auggie right beside him. 

“10-4,” Octavian nodded, and Heresy raised a thumbs up.

“We’ll follow you then. Drive safe,” Ty cautioned as he backed up to make room for their exit.

Octavian’s engine roared to life as he peeled away from the curb, not wasting a second more of their time. The 351 under the hood roared to life and his face once again fell into that distant stare. 

“Do you want to talk about that?” she asked, pointing back to the porch.

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head as he pulled off the curb.

Heresy couldn’t agree more as the convoy of two tore out of the neighbourhood. Heracles was safe, Julep was not.

#wip wednesday #cask writing #christmas crisis 2022 #SORRY LOL INFLICTING CHRISTMAS FIC ON YOU #heresy silvertongue #Heracles silvertongue #Octavian trochee

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Your dads hated each other, but now you two are inseparable besties kicking ass together

#original characters #original work #sketch #ladies with swords #somebody called their ship name 'united Irish republic' and I lost my fucking mind #heresy and bo are just best friends tho #but still #heresy silvertongue #bohannon feirste

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Chapters: 7/9 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Heresy Silvertongue/Everyone Characters: Heresy Silvertongue, Victor Crucible, Sarcophaga the Curse Eater, Sid Sindri, Orson Thumb, Zsiska Danger, Bohannon Feirste, Melachor the Seraphim, assorted others - Character Additional Tags: Christmas, Magic Shenaningans Series: Part 2 of Christmas Crises, Part 3 of The Foggy Dew Summary:

Oh ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can't see. Somebody waits for you, kiss Heresy once for me

My ongoing Foggy Dew Christmas special, updated whenever I damn well feel like it. Which coincidentally, is today. You’re welcome :) This links to the first chapter so you can start from the beginning! To go straight to chapter 7, head here

#christmas special #original work #Christmas in july #original characters #Foggy Dew #heresy silvertongue #victor crucible #sarcophaga #sid sindri #dr orson thumb #Zsiska danger #melachor the seraphim #bohannon feirste

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in my Movie Night fic from last summer, I forgot that Samhain is in fact missing half of her hand and some of her fingers. The same fingers Heresy is allegedly painting. Anyways, read my screw up here. Laugh with me :)

#original work #creative writing #flash fiction #okay to reblog #heresy silvertongue #samhain epistaxis #the thing

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Chapter 2, with bonus cliffhanger!

#heresy silvertongue #original work #original characters #christmas fic #cask writing #you plan to stop me with wrapping paper?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Samhain Epistaxis, Heresy Silvertongue Additional Tags: The Thing (1982) - Freeform, Immortals, Kineticist, Kineticism, setting the stage for heresy to be the mischevious mercenary we know and love!, no beta we die like men, out of context Summary:

John Carpenter's The Thing is on the lesson plan tonight. Beware of UFO chasing cats, and a teenage girl with a nail polish hoard.

#the thing (1982) #Samhain epistaxis #heresy silvertongue #my dad showed me the thing at the tender age of 6 years old #when the sci-fi channel was still around #what an incredible film ngl #rj macready gives me gender envy to the extreme y'all

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On rainy days like these, you gotta write the silly stuff

#original writing #creative writing #original work #original characters #please talk to me about my writing eee #oc: heresy silvertongue #oc: heracles silvertongue

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“In which Heresy Silvertongue is that Christmas bitch, much to the dismay of her older brother, who doesn't really care much for holidays at all.”

Freshly edited and ready to get you in the Christmas spirit!

 A year ago I published this silly fic about Heresy and her brothers properly celebrating Christmas after their parents disappeared. It easily remains one of my favourite little pieces about this family <3

#original writing #original characters #christmas fic #yes I lit that sticky note on fire LMAO #oc: tiberius trochee #oc: heresy silvertongue #oc: garrett pearse #heresy loves halloween but you already KNOW she goes ham for Mariah carey