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starredforlife · 11 months
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what are some other good werewolf blogs? in the market for the w00fs
good question! here a couple i follow :^)
Looking for some top tier art, consistently about werewolves?
@bisclavaret @saltmalkin @gorgynei @soildweller @wolfskulljack-art @kinerxy @asmeesh @jakubrozalski @nataliedecorsair @thatdogmagic @jubilationsart @oliveoilcorp @notgraysond @squidinu @searift @pansylair @scpkid @werewolf-artfriend @juholaitila @blackbackedjackal @cowtato @mcmadmissile @skullsbesan @trashasaurusrex
Misc (gifsets, aesthetics, exploratory writing, or good art archives)
@losthavenmine @dateamonster @ash-rigby @a-book-of-creatures @ravenlunaticart @goodwerewolfposts @howl-o-weem (and follow their art blog too, @darby-draws)
Finally a shameless lil plug for my own art account, @wolvesbaned, writing blog @wolfmoonblues, and upcoming 2024 debut of @werewolfaday (which. hopefully i'll remember to do by jan 1st lol). most of my stuff is werewolves, but this blog (@starredforlife) curates a lot of non-werewolf stuff on the side too.
thanks for asking! if anyone else has any recs, feel free to drop them in the comments. otherwise, last word of advice is to periodically check the "werewolf" or "werewolf art" tag, and to look through the notes and see who frequently reblogs it. they'll typically have good lycan stuff archived.
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Based on that reblog I'm assuming you're taking requests....if you are may ask for "oh. OH."
If you're not taking them just ignore. Hope your day is really nice
Haha, there's an Arcana flash fic I wrote a looong time ago that this prompt reminds me of.
I asked for a monster and another anon suggested werewolf, so we're going with that.
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The second day of the convention had proved to be less lucrative than Amber had hoped. At this rate, she would likely break a little over even with the stall and overhead. Not terrible, but she had higher hopes for her first convention as a vendor. Especially since she debuted her webcomic earlier in the year. 
It didn’t help that most other vendors near her seemed ten years her junior. Somewhere in their early- to mid-twenties, already popular in their art or writing. It made that sense of imposter syndrome - or the thought she should have done something with her life by now - dig in deep.
Little attention on her stall, plus some rather big name speakers drawing her potential customers away every hour, had left her feeling even more morose. It didn’t help that her best friend, Addie, kept taking off, eager to take in all the sights and programs. Of the two of them, extroverted Addie was more equipped to handle customers. 
And had been the one to convince Amber to risk money on this venture. 
Losing her tenth customer for the morning, Amber had resorted to idly sketching in her sketchbook, letting the sounds of the event wash over her. Her introverted batteries were at risk of exploding if she plastered her customer service smile on for yet-another easily-distracted congoer.
A constant flow of talk, of bodies constantly moving, of noisy little doodads or televisions played. Overhead, a screen indicated upcoming events and, occasionally, played ads concerning prices at the convention hall’s food court. Farther away, near the doors of the main hall, cosplayers posed and cameras flashed.
Someone’s hand leaned at the edge of her table, the plastic creaking under their weight as they leaned to peer at her art. Amber tensed, braced for questions or maybe even a request for a free drawing. Her mechanical pencil continued to sketch, pretending to be too focused to pay the interloper any mind. 
“So, I take it you don’t like Montos?” 
Apparently, someone couldn’t take a hint. Then again, Amber was supposed to be hawking her wares. Namely her art and webcomic. Still, she was bitter over her circumstance and her MIA co-worker. 
Shrugging, Amber didn’t bother looking up as she continued to work on the not-so-flattering caricature of Montos, fan favorite villain of hit streaming show Of Wolf and Blood. “The character is okay - as far as a bad guy, y’know - but the actor is just overhyped.” 
The interloper chuckled, deep enough that the resonance made a tingle shoot down Amber’s spine. There was a smile in their voice as they replied, “I hear that. I’ve been on his sets.” 
“Is that so-” Unimpressed and ready for some harebrained lie, Amber shot the visitor a skeptical look. Her disbelief faded as her eyes landed on Augustine Prime. A pompous name for an even more arrogant actor, if tabloids were to be believed. “Oh.” 
For a beat, all she could do was stare at him. From the back of her mind, she could hear Addie’s gushing voice relaying details about this very man. He/him, seven foot, a lycan with alleged hellhound blood in him, and built like a strongman competitor. 
Amber could see why he was a fan favorite from his size alone, but those dark gold eyes and chestnut brown waves - worn in a way that made Amber think of a surfer dude - certainly didn’t hurt. The fact he was half-shifted didn’t hurt, either. Walking around like a damn anime character with wolf ears and tail on full display. Faintly, she tried to recall if his clothes - a suit with some obnoxiously bright tie - was from a anything she recognized.
“Oh.” It was curiosity and realization that made her glance down at her sketch, part of her trying to gauge how accurately she was. It took her a half-second to realize that perhaps drawing a less-than-flattering picture of an actor would result in retaliation. Her eyes swung back up to Augustine’s face, that infuriating smirk still tilting at his lips. “Oh no.” 
“So, how much?” He nodded to her hands, to her sketchbook.
Amber’s brain grappled for understanding. “H-how much?” 
Augustine’s smile spread a little further, showing off unnervingly perfect - slightly sharp - white teeth. “For the drawing.” 
Instinctively, she snapped her sketchbook shut, slamming it down on the table and folding her hands atop it. “Wh-what?” 
Amusement quirked further through his features as he raised an eyebrow. “The drawing you were just working on.” 
She clutched her sketchbook to her chest, barely keeping a whine down at the back of her throat. From the way the man’s infuriating grin broadened yet again, she was willing to bet he could hear it regardless. Something broke in her mind. Agitation over his smarminess cleaved through her shock and surprise. 
When she answered, her knuckles hurt from clutching to her sketch pad so hard. “I charge $200 for commissions.” 
Augustine’s other eyebrow rose to join its counterpart. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but commissions would mean I’d ask you to draw.” 
“I-It’s not finished.” Amber wanted to bite her own tongue for stuttering, but she sat straighter and tried to sound firm, “So you’d be asking me to complete it.” 
It was only then that she realized people were staring. Hell, they were amassing around her table. There were obvious fans, hoping to catch Augustine’s attention, and nosy busybodies who were undoubtedly wondering what exactly this star was doing at her table. Heat clawed up Amber’s back, threatening to spill a blush across her cheeks. 
Gods, why couldn’t he have dropped by when Addie was here? 
“Can’t argue there. Here you go.” Finally, Augustine shrugged and pulled his wallet out. Amber numbly stared as he slapped down two $100 bills. Her eyes swung to his face, mouth open to protest, but he silenced her with a wink and a grin. “Deliver it to the VIP section when you’re done.” 
Augustine swept away from her table, taking most of the accumulated crowd with him. If he noticed his silent entourage, he didn’t take any notice. As her hand smacked over the cash, sliding it closer to her, she watched the actor swagger off. 
Though most of the crowd had left, quite a few people had remained. She realized they were asking about her art, her webcomic, her relation to Mr. Prime and she fielded the question while still trying to process her own shock. 
There was one thing, however, that lit up in her mind. 
She really should have charged him more.
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5 Literary Encounters with Legendary Beings
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Many mortal constructs began as stories, we say, confident in spite of our unwillingness to invest the research hours necessary to prove such a thesis. Why else would we tell time? 
Anyway, having thus established the relevance of myth within our lives, let’s talk about something more fun than the ticking of the clock. Let’s talk about vampires, werewolves, and other myth-folk* by running down some awesome books within whose pages they reside. 
Check it out!
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Wolfsong by TJ Klune
Werewolves are for kissing. Don’t believe us? Let the gay lycans of TJ Klune’s Green Creek series melt your heart, and then achingly break it. These books are about a pack of werewolves, yes, but it’s important to remember that many mythical beings are people too: Given to all the messy yearning, loving, and hurting that comes with being alive. 
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Masters of Death by Olivie Blake
Vampires kind of have an image problem, unhelped by numerous depictions of bloody splatterfests and exploitative aristocratic legacies. Now who better to act on an image problem than a real estate agent? Viola Marek might be a vamp but she’s also got houses to sell. Unfortunately, one of them is very inconveniently haunted, and this is the inciting incident in Masters of Death by Olivie Blake—a story about (among other things) how immortality doesn’t actually spare the indignities, gifts, and difficulties of life. It just gives you more time to experience them. 
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Ebony Gate by Julia Vee & Ken Bebelle
And the next entry in our rundown of legendary entities is an urban fantasy full of assassins and dragon magic in San Francisco. Here’s a partial list of the mythical beings encountered within this thrilling debut: 
a guardian foo lion
a shinigami in a business suit
a cat yokai
a LOT of ghosts
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Spring’s Arcana by Lilith Saintcrow
The mythical and magical entities that populate our stories often embody aspects of our mortal lives. From this oblique angle, we as narrative-enthusiasts can sneak up on emotional and abstract truths otherwise inaccessible. But our lives change, and so do our stories, and Spring’s Arcana by Lilith Saintcrow is an excellent candidate to demonstrate this phenomenon. Nat Drozdova’s mother is sick, and she must cross an America full of modern divinities (the God of Money, Law and Order, the King of Thieves, etc.) in order to procure a stolen relic for a winter goddess in a skyscraper office who has the power to save her ailing mother. 
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Thornhedge by T. Kingfisher
“Toadling was, more or less, lucky. She was not harvested by the flesh-smiths nor devoured by redcaps, nor raised in the retinue of a great lord of Faerie. Instead she was thrown to the greenteeth, the slimy swamp-dwelling spirits who devour unwary swimmers. Boy-children they eat, always. Girl-children they eat, mostly. But occasionally their numbers will fall, or one of them will be seized with some murky maternal instinct, and they will raise a child instead.”
This snippet comes from the beginning of T. Kingfisher’s twisted fable, and already we are blessed with a dearth of fae folk. If you like mythical beings in fiction, pick this one up as soon as you can!
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*Tor Blog-cat’s Note: Diligent readers may note that the introduction to this book roundup seems to imply the veracity of werewolves, vampires, and other beings of legend. While this question certainly lays beyond the scope of the Tor Publishing Group to answer, we do heartily encourage all readers to show kindness to any vamps, wolves, etc. that might or might not exist <3
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Protego Pt 11 - Practice
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Summer of Jewelia’s thirteenth year proved to be the biggest yet for her home life and her career. If they assumed having three adolescent daughters in the home would be peaches and cream the Evans were now in a worse spot than the terrible twos while all three girls were adjusting to growth spurts and various changes in their bodies and minds.
Petunia now was talking about boys. Lily as usual had been talking about everyone from school only Severus could confirm if they were real or fake tales on his pops by daily to avoid the few hours his parents were home. He would only catch flashes of Jewels between trips to the theater when she would sit and brainstorm with him on each advanced potion he was adapting to make stronger in attempts to shake something loose on his own Lycan potion to make it more efficient and stronger.
And Jewels tried not to talk about boys at all. Howlers off tips from Alastor and Severus daily sent by James were destroyed. He wanted his cloak back and was bent on harassing her to get it back, enough so that after the first time he snuck in to heckle a rehearsal his face was posted on the ban list to keep him off premises. Question if Sirius would bring up the cloak or not daily was a hard no, as he did all he could to steer the conversations away from his friend who was all too happy to use him as a target for his rage as well. Gaining his own Howlers emphasizing it was his inheritance from his grandfather and he needed it back urgently or he wouldn’t be held responsible for what he did to do so.
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Today however, Sirius tried not to push any topic at all seeing how wound up Jewels was at this first run through of the play a week before it debuted. Full out, kiss scenes and all. Not to say he was pleased at seeing her kiss that Piris bloke for her part against older couples varying in age from early adulthood to an elder couple throughout this romance based play. He even had a peck on the cheek from another young actress in her early twenties for his character being so adorable but too young for her to justifiably date in a mild rejection of his offer to take her to a dance. But he’d never seen her like this, barely able to talk at all or even keep control of her eye color the closer it got to call for marks.
Bernadette out of the corner of his eye had taken hold of his wrist and up he rose to the tug she gave it. Quiet and confused he’d not noticed Jewels was now gone perplexing him more. Inside a quiet room off to the side of larger storage room he was let go in the center of a line of mannequins used to mock up lines of soldiers in the second half of the play. Then he saw her. Right on the center of the front of his bulky wool sweater Jewels’ hand planted and like a board he went rigid to the internal thunder storm creating kiss she planted on his lips. Blurry to clear again she shifted in his vision and then looked to Bernadette with brows raised.
The redhead saying in as least a plotting tone as possible, “The script says you touch his cheek too. Try more a hasty plop than a peck.” Jewels clear in fight to keep nonchalant about this turned to give it another go. Five tries and a time check later, she simply fixed his sweater and patted him on the arm then left the room to be on time to be called to her mark.
Straight to Bernadette he looked blinking out of his stunned posture, having been unable to register that these were the first times he could and would ever be kissed willingly and surprisingly out of nowhere by her. His first kiss, hers, the first five, always hers. “No one is a natural at this you know.” Bernadette said edging into an amused tone through her fading straight expression. “Have to practice you know.” She settled a hand on her chest, “I would have volunteered, only the role called for someone, taller.” Out of the room she stepped, now unable to hold back her brewing giggles, and he smiled.
Jewels had picked him to stand in practice for the stunned boy who would have a kiss planted on him mid scene and then be left abruptly. And for the sting in his chest to be back stage to watch her now calmly plant a kiss on Piris he supportively did just that. When she strolled off stage left he was there to grin and give her a thumbs up for a job well done at the scene that had the Director and the other crew and cast amused fully at the beyond convincing scene.
Secretly Jewels had not wanted her first kiss to be with just anyone, true not exactly with him, but given her choices of the teens present somehow she’d decided on him, the one she knew she could get in private without much trouble or care for what might be missed while the trio were gone. And she hoped if it was framed as practice it might not be boasted on afterwards, at least not too much.
But after her scene all that kept spinning in her head were the four girls he had asked to the post Quidditch match cocoa parties the prior year and then left abruptly to sour their evenings and anyone who had to listen to the ordeal. He didn’t seem to stick around long, and if they had shared any intimacies the girls surely weren’t forthcoming about it.
This was just practice, she tried to recite in her head only to fall prey to the notion she was another etching in a bedpost of some sort on his expanding dating history. Possibly now to lose his company forever now he’d gotten a sample of what he’d been missing without much effort past his company these past couple years.
“Would have hated to had my first kiss on stage.” The flirt happy teen himself said on her right that snapped that train of thought right off so she could turn her head to look up at him.
“First, you’ve dated-,”
His head cocked to the side, “Cocoa is one thing. I’m not so easy as to just kiss or be kissed by anyone.”
“Easy, I just-,” she squeaked and he cut her off again.
“True,” he said stealing a wink her way. “But you’ve been wooing me for two years now.”
“I have not!” she whispered shrilly to the now smirking teen who fixed a stray hair touching his nose.
“I feel very wooed, intent or no intent.” He teased her open mouthed self and kept his urge to chuckle to himself in her slump deeper into her seat and prop of an arm up so the fingers on it could curl against her lips.
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Breakfast 7:30
Magical creatures 8
DADA 9
History of magic 10
Arithmacy Mon, Wed, Fri 10
Muggle Studies Sun, Tue, Sat 11
Herbology Mon, Wed, Fri 11
Break 12
Art Sun 12
Lunch 1
Break 2
Potions 3
Charms 4
Transfigurations 5
Divinations Son, Tue, Sat 6
Ancient Runes 6
Dinner 7:30
Curfew 8
Astronomy Wed 12
Ghoul Studies Thur 12
“What are you doing?” Lily asked her sister in a look over her class schedule mailed to their house with twelve classes, Art and Choir clubs on top of her Quidditch duties compared to her elder sister’s chosen eight classes. “Why are you taking all of these?! Ghouls Studies? Who takes Ghoul Studies?!” Petunia mouthed the class to her parents who shrugged in amusement, not certain if it was a farce or not for their amusement. “Astronomy is not required anymore, Ancient Runes and Divinations, not to mention Arithmacy and Muggle Studies?! What are you supposed to learn in that?!”
“I don’t know, Lily, but Ted Tonks said it was amusing for a year or so if I wanted to try it. I just want to see what all they have to offer.”
“Well you are going to ruin your entire year, I have every other day free at 10 and 11 and every day at 6 free, not to mention midnight. I can actually get a full week sleep through the night. Make a far better season in Quidditch for it too. You won’t be able to guard your hoop. You should drop it.”
“I think you’re just scared we’ll beat you out of line for House Cup on grades again.” Jewels challenged and got a scoff in return.
“I out perform you in grades,” Jewels’ brows furrowed challengingly and Lily said, “History does not count! Not counting History I have better grades than you!”
“I whip you in Magical Creatures and Transfigurations and Charms, and you know it!” Jewels said with a victorious grin at her sister who rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out in a loss of a comeback.
“You can’t touch my record in Potions. I am the favorite.” Lily replied making Petunia smirk to herself, holding back her chuckle when Jewels rolled her eyes.
“Well they’re electives for a reason. Choose or not to sit for them. Might be surprised what happens.” Jewels finished off the talk then delved into the required supplies as her sister did, the price worrying their parents at first until Jewels shared she’d gotten enough money over the breaks to pay for her far more expensive set.
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The trip was settled and same as the two years prior the family would take the train to London to stay the night in the Leaky Cauldron and shop the day before the train ride to Hogwarts. This year though including Severus, whose parents were expected to travel to deal with an issue his uncle was facing. He mainly would keep Lily distracted as Jewels focused mainly on her supplies and eagerness to see what these new classes would be like.
“Oh,” Jewels eyed the man behind the register for the new cauldrons she would have to replace her current set and she said, “I was told at Gringotts I could have the receipts sent to be taken from my vault.”
“Ah, no harm done little miss,” the man said with a chuckle and moved to tear off the receipt and gather a pen he handed to her, “Just jot the vault number on it if you please.” Numerous shops after the trio gathered all they needed, and every stop had Lily more puzzled at how much Jewels had in that vault of hers. But the sight of Severus trying to detail an enchanted quill he fancied the look of to try and charm one up himself at school had lured Jewels to take hold of it to add to her things easing a grateful grin across his lips. To the wall away from the duo Lily forced her body to not make a scene, missing the timid gesture from Severus to a new ink well his friend gave a nod to and let him collect it to add to her things with ample thanks from the grateful teen.
A dynamic that had Petunia break from her usual habit of trying to ignore the things she couldn’t afford to be interested in and felt refused chance to research in case only Wizards could buy and use them to go over to her youngest sister’s side. Lowly she asked, “Just how much money do you have? I recall one sickle a winter break being the going rate by what you have shared.”
Unwilling to lie to the sister who was left out of so much Jewels answered lowly, “I sort of got an inheritance, from my birth parents. Not sure how to tell Mummy and Daddy just yet.”
“Oh,” Petunia said and gave a brief nod. “Carry on then. But do mind Lily, she seems out of sorts you spoiling Severus.”
“I did offer her some spare journals she likes,” then said with a quick grin, “They have a nice quill, I’m getting you one,” a few rows over she hurried and came back easing a curious grin across Petunia’s lips to see the rather fancy looking feather ended mother of pearl pen tipped quill. “It shimmers when you are excited, keep one for my dream journals. Can’t use it at school, but for home you can doodle to your heart’s content. Won’t go dry for five years, least that’s what the advert says. I chose your favorite color.”
“I,” Petunia began to try and refuse the gift only to say at the proud grin aimed up at her, “Thank you. It looks expensive.”
“Oh no, quite the deal, these are the same as five self writing quills and those only last five months a piece in warm temperatures. They do have a fun variety, but I heard from older students there is more selection at Hogsmeade. We get to go there this year, third years up only, whole set of shops similar to this marketplace.” The conversation carried on into Petunia’s own school that was a total mystery to the younger sisters, which she felt a bit more special about attending for how Jewels kept asking for any details she was willing to share on it.
Lunch though would break the shopping and give way to an evening where Severus and Jewels could look through their freshly bought supplies, while not all entirely new some were acceptably worn second hand. But her eyes always seemed to shift back to her schedule for the coming year. Although curiously the time slots for some of the spare classes puzzled her, but not as much as her welcome back to the station.
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On the end of her sleeve Barty’s fingers pinched to give the sleeve a tug to get her attention. As soon as her eyes hit him he said, “Professor McGonagall said we’re to head to her office after supper.”
“I haven’t even gotten on the train yet, how can I have detention?” she asked before she could help it and in a slink of his arm around her back he led her a few steps away from the other students at the luggage car to murmur by her ear. “Not detention, little gemstone, for our class slots.”
“But, we have to choose from the classes?” she asked and he held back a chuckle to answer her.
“No, best to let her explain.” He tried to calm her down only to sigh when she didn’t want to let it go just yet.
“Barty,” he sighed and looked towards the third year car.
“Fine,” hurrying her along to split the crowd ushering comments to everyone in the way until he was able to get to an empty train car one of her good friends who usually sits with them was about to step into. “Rog, hey give us a moment, eh. Need to tell her something.” The stunned teen froze and watched Barty guide Jewels into the car and shutting the door behind him causing other students to lean in around Roger to see if they could see what was going on.
“That-,” she tried to speak but was cut off in her step away out of hold of his arm to face him fully with a confused furrow to her brow aimed at him.
“Time turner.” He said and her brows furrowed more trying to repeat what he said.
“Time-,”
“Shh,” he shushed her and she let out a displeased huff.
Up to his chest his hand moved to tap fingertips there, “My dad works in the Ministry and the school gives names of students who pick classes in time slots that overlap. The Ministry loans out Time Turners to those students, in your case you have to share with me.”
“What’s going on?” more than a few voices gave the same muffled inquiry on the other side of the sealed door Barty kept shut with his free hand and foot.
“That doesn’t make any sense. Why not just have the classes in separate time slots.” She asked and he shrugged.
“It’s magic. Doesn’t have to make sense.” He answered and her head tilted in a defeated huff. “But the rule is we don’t talk about the Time Turners to anyone, only each other. Bad things happen to Wizards who meddle with time, so we stick to a schedule and at the holiday breaks and end of term hand it back in.”
“Magic doesn’t have to make sense,” she huffed to herself and turned to plop onto her seat widening a grin across his lips. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone. Not sure why I bother keeping anything but secrets these days… I know the Baron will be a hard one to get past.”
“Oh all the ghosts know about it,” he said and she looked up at him from the floor she’d let her gaze fall to and he nodded, “Promise.” His head ticked to the side in a warning and he stepped back to smile widely and give Roger a slightly awkward hug. “Roger, there you are old pal, come in, before you catch cold in the hall!” ushering him inside so he could take up the usual spot across from Jewels to have the rest of her friends fill the rest of the car still confused about the brief secretive conversation.
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Numerous things had changed this year. Only by letter in her first breakfast the following day would she be welcomed back by Andromeda Black and Ted Tonks, who still wished to keep in touch and help however possible even after their graduation. Regulus had been welcomed by his relatives and new friends by association to said relatives, and James aspired for his first chance at the Quidditch team. Severus as well had a fuller schedule and did not wish to keep up the daily urge for the spectacled teen to be in and out of the Hospital Wing at least until he’d earned it.
Captain Potter was the goal for James, and by the first round of puddings he had smooth talked his way into a secured tryout even though they had a full team. He would be Captain, he would get closer to Lily in the process, and Sirius would have no choice but to be best friends with him again like they were before their last fight.
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“You, are not surprised,” McGonagall said with a sigh and looked directly at Barty who gestured to Jewels.
“She was going to dig it out of me, you just should have sent her the letter, respectfully. Still would have drug it out of me, only she’d have had to figure out I was involved in the first place.” He said a bit wide eyed and gave a nod she tried not to grin or chuckle at his slightly ridiculous self at the moment.
“Truly, well, let us hope you may yet keep a secret from the remainder of your classmates, or the Ministry will be contacting your father.” She replied and he swatted a hand between them.
“Oh no problem, I can lie to the common rabble.” That had her give a shake of her head and move to the desk behind her to lift the sealed box containing the Time Turner to present to Barty.
“Professor,” Jewels asked luring eyes to her, “Do I have to share because I’m raised by Muggles?”
“No, word has traveled however, that you are adopted. Should the notion arise for you to go back in time to learn who your birth parents were, well, now that could spell disastrous. Not just in matters of consequence to time, but for your permanent record.” The Professor said and both teens nodded and listened to the specific rules to follow.
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No matter where they seemed to set up a hiding spot to use the Time Turner Barty could always feel her tense just at the drop of temperature Dolph let off in a room when he came to find her or leave her some unwanted token. Several times she had tried to write to Dumbledore but was told to take it as a compliment to be so admired, and that the older teen should be prized for his confidence with such a sparkling young Witch sure to be the brightest of her age. But it didn’t feel like a compliment, and as much as she hated being the focus of a crowd she hated his attention even more.
The first Hogsmeade trip was coming up and he wouldn’t drop his efforts to ask her to some pink tea shop, much like Sirius apparently had asked some fifth year who hoped to link with the family line off an old family aspiration post dissolved engagement ages ago. She didn’t know what she hated to hear about more over lunch, the planned date of the one she had her first kiss with or the overheard plans of the scumbag who hoped to surprise her on some never to happen date. It seemed he was one of the only students not targeted by Potter, even when she once had tried to frame him for a slight against James, much to her disdain at how this was being allowed to continue.
Irritation and avoidance was palpable to any nearby any interaction of the two, and so as his elder brother tried to wiggle free of his date Regulus laid his own plot to handle the unwanted attention. Freeing up a full day to enjoy the shops for his hopefully sister to be. Him and Barty would move in a team to make this trap inescapable and the teen not to be discovered until the day was mostly over with to prevent any last minute races out to the magical shop filled city.
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 “Do you want anything Petunia?” Jewels had asked her sister with hold of the permission slip to Hogsmeade her parents signed for her. Again the words echoed in her ears while she had hold of three Knuts she hadn’t spent after buying a special pack of sparkling quills she wanted that would shimmer the ink the more excited one would get for some fun in keeping her lesson planner, diary and dream journals.
“You have your key, right?” Regulus said turning her head to have her furrow browed at him inside of Gladrags clothing shop.
“How’d you get… the boys snuck you,” and she shook her head at that fact and her having missed on coming here sooner if she’d just have bribed them or something like that earlier.
“Yup, wanted to check on you. You have your key?” Again she looked at him when he asked, “For Gringotts, your dad’s?”
“Why?”
“You can use it here, they’ll confirm it’s real and send the receipt to be settled out of the vault.”
“Like, a credit card?”
“That’s, a Muggle thing, I’m guessing. If it means you get the goods now and the funds are billed to the bank then yes. Vault can’t be bone dry or they wouldn’t give you a key until accounts are settled. Buy some things. Have some fun, just might lure another certain someone over.”
“If you’re talking about that Dolph guy who asked me-,”
His face grew serious and protective at the mention of that name, “That creep is dangling from a tower under knockout draught. Made sure to keep him away from your exploring day. No good that guy. Him and his friend Patricia give Binns nothing but trouble.”
“Well I don’t know who else you were aiming to mean then.” She said and he smirked at her. Instantly making her turn her head away as she pocketed the coins in reach for a special keychain she kept her theater coin and vault keys on.
“Whoever did I mean? We may never know.” He teased and slipped out of sight from a Professor passing by to hide behind Lucius Malfoy, who strode around a display to find some spare Quidditch training shirts he wouldn’t mind ruining, after having forgotten to pack some of his go to favorites before the semester began.
“Does your dad really have a car that can fly?” she asked the blonde, who looked her over aloofly at the out of place question. “Heard he did. Does it use a balloon, or a propeller to fly?”
“My father owns several models. None use balloons or, well, one has a decorative propeller, but he always complains it turns the car when it rains.” He said continuing on to his goal with a simple glance back as if she might be welcome to follow him if she cared to.
“Malfoys are old,” she said, and he blinked at her in the stop of his feet, “Your family records, are just trees, too, right? So you have missing names?”
“Not trees exactly, we have a family ledger and mural of plaques each generation inherits, like a chandelier of sorts to make for easier display. The only missing names we have are Witches burned during the Salem trial separation from the Muggles who sold their names in return for destruction of those who aimed to murder their bloodlines. We know their names, merely honor their wishes to not record them.”
“Oh, that sounds really unique. You wouldn’t happen to know of any spells on uncovering hidden names, would you?”
“You might wish to conference with Rudolphus Lestrange, his father is quite skilled in interrogations in the Ministry and Azkaban.”
“I will, thank you.”
“The day you wed Sirius I look forward to sight of your name etched into the link between the Malfoy and Black lines.” He said confident and smooth, continuing on to the shirts.
“Is your brother telling people we’re getting married?” she asked Regulus, who could only laugh at the look on her face.
“No.” Regulus answered still smiling.
“It is foretold in the stars, Saturn has crossed the Canus Major constellation within models according to Narcissa. Their models are most accurate.” Lucius explained.
He walked away again and she poked Regulus in the arm, “Tell your brother to keep his stars to himself.” Making Regulus chuckle again, “Next thing I know he’ll be buying me a wedding gown and planning a date off some ping pong ball model.”
“Um,” Regulus said following her on her way around a tall rack of clothes, “When he said model, it’s a person,” and she looked at him, “Sounds worse than it is, but they’re put in a meditative trance and they levitate within a circle to be oracle opposite a Kneazle familiar.”
“Kneazle?”
“Magical creature, it’s close to a cat. Your sister’s cat is half Kneazle.”
She reluctantly replied and asked, “Oh, nifty. Does it hurt it?”
“No, there’s a paper map of stars they touch with their feet where it matters. No pain, just some grogginess afterwards for an hour or so. I’ve done it for Mum before at concerning topics over supper.”
“So, it’s a group thing?”
“No,” he said haltingly, “But you have to be really powerful to do it alone.”
“Do, you die?”
“Worse, or what some would call, worse.” He answered. “You, aren’t you anymore. Something else, anyone else who can link out can link in to your mind.”
“Has that happened before?”
“The stars told our ancestors about it. When we die we join them, why we pick star names, they try to protect us as much as they can.”
“I wonder what my birth families’ traditions were.” She said haltingly.
“We’ll find out.” He reassured her. “We will.”
Once at the registers, Regulus stated in her nervous stance, “She has a vault to play purse.” Having stood there watching her armful of things be rung up to what felt to be a ridiculous sum to hear let alone count out.
Crystal and clear out of a drawer beneath the counter a tube was brought to be split apart at the hinge. Inside of it the key she placed there was secured in the snap shut. At the bleed of a green hue across the tube confirmation of a valid vault was silently voiced and over the receipt the tube was rolled to mark it with the vault information they would send out later.
“Thank you,” she about whispered to the return of the key, the receipt added to a special box that was emptied each day and she simply picked up her bags to move onto the next store.
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“I said I don’t want anything!” Lily sharply whispered back to her sister she left behind in the second hand book shop they’d crossed paths in. Severus however was grateful to have had her add the books he had been mulling over which to choose between them. And when his back was turned she had slipped a few more books into her collection to give away at a later date for gifts.
Sirius popping up at her side when she was looking over a couple jars of special seeds in an Herbology shop next on the walk had her add the repaired jars to her collection that continued to grow. “Found some box sets over here,” Remus said inside the following shop in his try to help her find a way to send a nice gift set home to her sister who was privately enjoying her previously gifted quill.
There was a glow about her in every new discovery, and that was what this was. Not a way to blow an inheritance but a hungered search of this still new world. And no matter the second glances she gave him, or times she tried to point out the girls staring daggers his way Sirius only wanted to see her and this spare time together.
Cocoa was offered, and as a group she accepted. Slightly more amused at the curiosity of how he intended to fit inside a booth with his own collection of bags he’d picked up along the way in not allowing her to miss a single thing that could draw out that same awed smile. No fights were allowed, meaning Barty took up a side job same as Alastor when they’d taken their rounds of the shops in turns to keep an eye out for not just James but now Lily as well after their earlier huffing moment. Nothing was going to spoil the first magical trip here for the girl of Sirius’ dreams.
Well, almost nothing, the explosion of pink shop he’d chosen complete with pink cocoa offered came awfully close. She might have picked him for a first kiss, but this obvious first date go to location almost had her race away to not let him get any ideas. Or her, if she had to be honest, what to think about the perplexing and irritating teen seemed to change by the hour. And that seemed to scare her more than the notion of his hand resting on the table so close to hers in pauses of conversation between refills on the warming rounds of drinks.
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Five more receipts were marked to be sent off and with an amusing amount of bags she walked with her equally amused friends who took the place of the now fled guys who covered Regulus’ trek back to school unseen. When they had split as well to keep savoring free time before supper Jewels alone went up to the Ravenclaw Tower to go through them and ready what she wished to be put away or washed before wearing. Lovingly the gift box was readied, complete with a letter to her elder sister. Secured with enchanted twine to keep it safe that she carried off to the Owelry where inside a parcel shrinking pouch it would be eased for her owl to carry off home.
More trips to Hogsmeade meant some more fun treat boxes to send back home to Petunia, who for no matter how much she wished to complain about magic things in a world she was excluded from, appreciated the gifts all the same at the thought to include her somehow. Smiling to herself Jewels took her time to get back to her room, stopping only at the sound of her sister Lily’s voice. “I can’t understand why you are using all that money from your birth parents. Petunia said that’s where you’re draining those coins from. Should be saving it in case you don’t make it on the stage.”
The tone and bite of Lily’s words had Jewels fire back, “I have more studying to do, just like you should be doing if you want to be an Auror. That has a high educational requirement and you’ve been slacking in classes. Certainly won’t take any OWLS beneath Exceeds Expectations, and you’ve got three A’s on your card I know of.” Lily’s jaw fell slack in a scoff just watching her sister keep on walking back to her dorm to go study. So very far from caving in to doing what was suggested, just in case Jewels had failed at her dream.
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An hour past curfew she’d not noticed blew by Jewels was sneaking out of the library and froze when she saw naked Alastor dart behind a statue at the sight of her. “Why are you naked?” she asked before she could help it and he cleared his throat to answer in a somewhat calmer tone than he felt his body hoped to use at the moment. “Haven’t you been sick the last month? You’ll catch your death and get sent to that Mungo’s place.”
“No, um, see, there’s a leaf you have to use. Under your tongue to become an Animagus for a month. Chose the Potoo bird, but um, you see, forgot the charm to call my clothes to me as I shift back.”
“Oh,” she said and drew her wand to help charm up a painted silk scarf of a set he used to make a sort of kilt to hasten alongside her with her word to keep his secret, but when he caught sight of Filch he shifted back into his Potoo form to land on her shoulder. A normal looking bird until the light of the lanterns ignited the solid black eyes to a yellow ring around a black pair of iris that sat a bit off center to aim outwards on each side. An odd bird that about had her in giggles keeping it together explaining she’d just lost track of time to the man on patrols who was staring right at the bird Mrs Norris was as well at his feet.
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“Thanks,” Alastor said on the other side of the old storage closet he was changing inside of. “Ministry likes to have a record of Animagus forms. Longer I go without registering the better my spying chances are.”
She giggled to herself and replied from her place leaning on the wall outside the door, “Well, look like that you’d need a suited nickname. Mad eyes, that little ghost bird gawking at fiends.”
A step out the door when he’d finished he leaned to grin at her, “Mad Eye, aye, now that is a name to strike a reputation on. Thank you, I think I’ll keep it. Mad Eye Moody. Truly sublime for a man striking out for a career like mine will be.”
“Well, every actor needs a good stage name,” she joked drawing a chuckle from her agreeing friend.
“Now, that it does.” And they both began to walk the shortest way to the split of staircases that led up to both of their house towers.
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The water seemed to still with the sisters, but to the creep of another Hogsmeade trip and a third secluded trip to the Hospital Wing for Jewels bubbles began to rise to the surface for more than just Lily.
A huff was the warning signal that had Severus inch a bit closer to the library table to focus on his notes for an upcoming exam. Lily in refusal to remain silent anymore in her frustration asked her oldest friend, “What do you think of Jewels spending all that money? You’re from the same town as her, you wouldn’t do that.” Severus chortled at that notion and she furrowed her brows at him.
“If I inherited money I’d go and rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron all summer and never go home again.” Before she could argue he continued, “You should let Jewels buy you something.”
Curtly she fired back, “I want nothing to do with that money!”
“Then tell her now before she goes buying you any gifts or prepare to strike up a war demanding proof of where funds for anything she gives you.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” she argued and he chortled again.
Joking back, “Oh really? You wouldn’t let her loan you a quill the other day and had to barter one of your favorite hair clips for a set from that cockroach girl.” The words luring her to reach up to her flaming locks. Particularly the strip by her ear pooling more into her face than usual without the clip normally above her ear to hold it back.
“It’s not the same thing at all! I would never do that for holidays or a birthday, or something, and spoil the party for our family.”
“Sometimes I wish you would act like your family was here,” he sighed, shaking his head in a shift atop his seat to focus back on his notes again and stop talking about this.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked defensively.
“Just what I said, I wish you’d stop spoiling things. If you want to be close again then stop throwing mud on the fence she’s trying to mend, if not then go ahead and keep refilling that bucket of yours.” He answered without looking up.
“You’re not making sense Severus. And I never thought you would go and let someone buy your friendship so easily.” She just about hissed at him bitterly.
Pointedly he looked up at her, hands moving to gather his things to the rise of his body to stand. Without another word he picked up his things and began to leave the library to head to his dorm where she could not follow him without being barraged by insults by the his housemates. Remus though as soon as he exited the door took hold of Severus’ arm to pull him a few feet away to a secluded dip in the far wall between two open bowl lanterns burning hotly to light the shadows filling the hall even though it was not even noon.
“Jewels got taken to the Hospital Wing, third months this year, and two of the girls said this happened last year too! Madame Pomfrey sent me away, said there were special meds to brew up.” A bit quieter in a step closer Remus asked him, eyes flooded with concern, “Did she say I was able to scratch her or, anything else?”
“She wasn’t injured,” Severus answered, but fully grasped the concern Remus felt in hearing this was another possibly long bout in the Hospital Wing no one could seem to get an answer from her as to the reasoning why. “I will go check on her.” Left his lips and he made his way off to the same place he intended to go in the first place. “Ahem,” Severus turned Narcissa’s head from her own notes when he settled on the lounge she’d chosen in wait for Lucius who went to the kitchen for their afternoon tea.
“Hello Severus,” intrigue heavy in her tone aimed at the teen who usually kept his distance to focus on studies except for in group projects or Quidditch practices and games.
“Jewels is in the Hospital Wing, I was wondering if you might be willing to go slip in and see her while I distract Madame Pomfrey. Remus already has been turned away, and this seems to be a growing trend.”
Subtly she smirked at him and replied, “The source is obvious to any girl, Jewels is clearly fertile now and requires medication for unruly cycles. I warned Sirius and he is fetching her treats for Hogsmeade I am sworn to deliver on his behalf. They have a private room for these sorts of troubles and supply rooms for all the female student populace might require.”
“Hmm,” Severus said turning his head to find Lucius re-entering the common room with tea cart rolling behind him on its own loaded with tea and treats, looking to the darker haired teen currently but apparently innocently in his spot.
Narcissa chuckled to herself and added, “Apparently Veela and Morpher blood is complicating the search for a proper treatment, but they are growing closer, last month she was only in bed three days, poor dear.”
“Thank you, enjoy your tea.” Severus stood and nodded to Lucius in their passing so Severus could head to his room and write Remus a note to calm him down as for their dear friend who seemed to have her own monthly troubles to grapple with now. An issue he would also bring up to Lily and be completely perplexed as to how she took her own fairer troubles as sign some of the girls who took refuge in that room were making a mountain out of a molehill. A comment he had snapped at to force Lily to go and check on her sister, seeing for herself just how poorly her condition had grown in a matter of days, and not half as bad as it was without the medication she was given. But like always it would wane and she would have another three weeks to dread it coming on again with a new daily chewy dose to see how that took.
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just-asks-and-beats · 2 years
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Hi! this may be a bit of a sad spot for some, but there’s no way this blog is going anywhere anymore lol, I just don’t have the motivation whatsoever. jsab is a great game and I still love it, im just not motivated to make anything for it anymore. That’s how life is, you just drift away from some things.
So, to thank you for coming along for the ride while it was still going, i’ll go ahead and explain the storyline and where things were going! there’s proooobably going to be a lot? idk yet, but it’ll be under the cut!
So I had a little draft in my notes app of just basic guidelines for the story. it’s unfinished but here’s all of it:
blixer wakes up in the woods, tries to get his bearings, kinda panics a bit and wants to find a place to hide ☑️
(backstory) meanwhile, lycanthropy had moved to the main island but is slowly starting to turn pink again, mostly keeps it a secret but the people who know freak out, thinking the corruption is coming back☑️
lycan runs away and eventually finds blixer in the woods, doesn’t recognize him, they travel together n try to find a place to go☑️
lycan wants to go back to the volcano, blixer has nowhere else to go bc it’s either that or going back to the island with the cave he was stuck in which is what made him get really pissed off in the first place so he doesn’t want to go back there. ☑️
eventually make it to the volcano, Ship helps get them there, not recognising either of em.☑️
barracuda just. is like “what”☑️
he knows it’s Blixer but doesn’t know lycan or the askers know so he doesn’t say anything for blixers safety. ☑️
eventually the secret it out in the open, blixer admits to being himself and is surprised to know everyone else already knew but sort of relieved, trusting everyone a little more.
potential conflict between Blixer and Barracuda about unsolved issues between their relationship
meanwhile, Cyan and Cube hear of lycan’s disappearance and want to check out the volcano, since that’s where he stayed when he was corrupted, they also want to see how barracuda is doing and if he is still hostile or not.
cut back to barracuda lycan and blixer, they all made up and are now trying to figure out how to get blixer back to his normal form
ship takes cube and cyan to the volcano
the stuff with the checks were things we got to, and those without it were what was to come! also yes you read that right, I was planning on having a little twist where Barracuda actually knew that it was Blixer the whole time! Which would lead into the information that they were childhood friends prior to Blixer being shunned from society and sealed away in the cave, only to be reunited during the corruption! Alsooo… the notes are kind of unfinished because I was going to make up the rest of the stuff as i went. I had no idea how I was going to “end” the story, or what I would do after. Though I would probably do something along the lines of this:
Barracuda and Lycan are able to find a way to bring Blixer back to his normal form… unfortunately just as Cube and Cyan arrive. The terrible timing causes everyone to panic, especially Blixer and Cyan. Blixer, accidentally attacks the two blue shapes in a blind panic as he thinks his life is in danger, then flees the scene.
The other shapes are all incredibly worried, and as Cube questions Barracuda and Lycan, they all notice that Cyan is gone, having chased after Blixer.
Cyan has caught up to him and a fight has ensued. Both think the other is dangerous and are fighting for their lives.
The characters and askers have to work together to de-escalate the situation, the “ending” being everyone coming to an understanding of one another, and Blixer finally being accepted into society once again, his big debut being a huge party everyone was invited to as an apology for his wrongdoings. (also btw I just remembered Heli existed WHOOPS! uhhh I would probably say they were fighting on top of a mountain because Blixer found a cave on the mountaintop and tried to hide by Cyan found him and the fight started, and they’d have to ask Heli for help to get there!)
After the story ended either A. The blog would retire, or B. I would do random things like character Q&A’s, M!A’s, etc, until I could think up how to work in some sort of mini story here and there. The cycle would continue until I got tired of the blog.
Aaaand that’s it! Thanks so much for all the support, and I hope this is at least a little bit of closure so it doesn’t seem like I left things off on a cliffhanger or something!
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tharada77 · 5 months
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esonetwork · 2 years
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The Earth Station One Podcast - The 60th Anniversary of the Jetsons
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The Earth Station One Podcast - The 60th Anniversary of the Jetsons
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Six decades ago, we first met George Jetson, his boy Elroy, his daughter Judy, Jane his wife, Astro, Rosie, and a number of other Space Age Hanna-Barbera characters. Mike, Mike, Mark, and Mark discuss the debut, popularity, influence, and potential outlook of the first futuristic family in cartoons. Plus, author Nandi Taylor finds herself given to the Geek Seat.All this, along with Angela’s A Geek Girl’s Take, Ashley’s Box Office Buzz, Michelle’s Iconic Rock Moment, Creative Outlet with Dennis Robinson, and Shout Outs!
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dinawrites · 3 years
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WESTWOOD EVENTS
These are the events hosted at the Westwood Academy of Magical Learning. As some of you have so wonderfully created original characters for the world of Westwood, I have formed a list of occasions which your characters can attend. They will be featured in the main story and hopefully they give you the opportunity and inspiration to make more content for your OCs. Any content is welcome, should you wish to write something – an interaction, a conversation, a moment – or make a gifset or manip taking place during one of these happenings!
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The Founder's Ball
Open to all students and teachers, The Founder's Ball is a celebration of the First Families – in particular, Destrian and Vera Vanderbilt, the Founders of Westwood Academy. It also serves as a welcome for returning students should they have spent the holiday off campus.
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The Fáilte
Taking place on the summer solstice, The Fáilte is the only day when the Seelie Court is open to all creatures of the Recondite Citizenry. It is a notable Fae celebration, and honours all Fae royalty. Coronations are also often held on this day.
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Westwood Derby
Participation is compulsory from all Houses. Due to a lack in numbers from Houses Morrigan, Merlyn, and Lamia, they have banded together to form the Troika to ensure even competition. The Derby is held annually as a display of physical prowess from each respective species of the Recondite Citizenry. Victory earns the highest respect from even the Eldritch Council, who have been known to spectate.
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The Lycan Debut
A social introduction, the Lycan Debut is a large milestone among the Werewolves. It is an opportunity to be introduced to the Recondite Citizenry and to find your "mate." Should your debut prove unsuccessful, and no mate is found, you will debut again every year until mated. All nearby Packs are extended an invite to Westwood as it is a well-protected stronghold and thus the best place to host such an event. All Houses are able to attend should they be extended an invite from a Werewolf.
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The Trials of Hecate
Taking place on the autumnal equinox, the Trials of Hecate is an arcane tournament between the Troika (Houses Morrigan, Merlyn, and Lamia). On this one day, all magic is balanced. It is a show of knowledge, wit, and skill. An evenly matched magical contest with only one winner, and the blessing of Hecate as the crowning glory. Held in the Coliseum, this is one of the most highly anticipated events of the year, and is spectated by all students.
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Samhain
Masks are tradition but not required on Samhain. A feast, followed by a night of music, dancing, magic and mayhem, Samhain welcomes the "darker-half" of the year with open-armed embrace. Even Houses Noctem and Phoebus put aside their differences for one night. The masks make it easier to pretend.
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Induction
Members of the Vampire Coven Consortium – a Vampire council independent of Citizenry rule, though represented by Hadrian Umbra within the Eldritch – attend the winter solstice gala in order to meet with their kin who have been sent to Westwood for rehabilitation. Covenless Vampires, if proven to be stable and worthy, can be offered potential positions in covens. Exiled Vampires can appeal to have their cases reopened. Attendance of other species is by invite only.
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Yuletide
A ten day long affair, Yuletide celebrates Christmas in its entirety. Many feasts, house-wide gift exchanges, and a farewell ball for all those who are leaving for the holiday are expected during this time. Many students remain on campus, however, and elect to have their holidays at Westwood (if not otherwise mandated by the Eldritch Council).
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monster-noises · 2 years
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Been Thinking for some time about the relationship the Villagers have to the Four Lords and going just a little bit Insane about it..
It's like.. we dont get a lot of information about that relationship in-game.. we get one line from the Duke when he's introducing the lords, the fact that the lords all have accumulated... piles of bodies/zombies/lycan's, and a few notes/comments that seem to make..some Weird implications about certain Lords in particular and that's.. about it??
We see at least a little bit of how the village treats Miranda, she is a quasi-religious figure head, there are paintings of her performing miracles and posed in generally very like.. ~divine~ ways all over the village, people do Prayer to her, there is obviously some element of Faith involved, even though she still holds a physical presence.
The lords haven't got those kind of details, they have their church portraits but that's about it, and they dont seem to make any special implications except to show their faces around Miranda's..
And I just??!!!! I gotta know! I gotta know how the villagers saw/see these guys like.. are they Also semi-religious figures? or do they have a much more concrete like.. bureaucratic presence (If you read the dev notes on the concept art though its said that Urias and his brother were the community leaders in the village so??? where did they fit in?) in opposition to Mother Miranda, who plays as the mystical figure head?
Or do they exists as like.. Almost Legends? Folktale sorta figures to tell stories to children about, that are only kind of rooted in fact?
If you consider all four of them are largely reclusive it's entirely possible that to the village their actual existence is arguable(except for Alcina who exists in such close proximity, but even then, perhaps her True Appearance and he goals/deeds are a mystery!) like the notes left by the fisherman seem to imply that they have No Clue that this giant fish what be eating people is Lord Moreau, but the notes from the gardener about Donna imply she is (or possibly was) an, at-least marginally, well-known member of the community! And there's absolutely Nothing about Heisenberg having any interaction with the villagers, this is because I imagine he Doesn't, but he clearly interacts with their dead so what gives????
I could go on and on and on about this and the many questions i have and oooooh i will
But
Being honest
This post is mostly about how fucking hilarious i find the idea that people make prayers/offering to Heisenberg to come Fix Their Shit? Or if it's funnier if they physically have to come to the Factory with these requests....
Like someone leaves a small offering of good quality scrap metal in the church by his portrait and hope that whatever is wrong with their truck gets figured out... he's got a camera in there to watch out for it, and he goes late in the night to collect the scrap, and fuck it while he's here he'll fix the truck. Not that he /cares/ or /wants to/ it's just a good opportunity to pilfer even more exrra scrap from a villager.. that's all...
Or a villager coming all the way down to the bridge with some scrap to exchange and just getting straight up shouted at over the loud speaker...
Both Very Funny possibilities that are almost Definitely getting drawn someday.
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moxfirefly · 2 years
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Hello everyone! I’ll be doing my own thing for the spooky month so keep your eyes pealed for stuff, request might take a backseat for the time being but I’m always welcomed for suggestions for the spooktober stuff.
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be posting the Lycan!Heisenberg fic which I’m currently working on!
Many a things will be done. Turtles, RE stuff and maybe even others whom I haven’t had the chance to debut onto here.
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fanficlibraryposts · 3 years
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Larry Stylinson(1D) Fic Recs
sleeping on our problems by falsegoodnight
I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down. There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word. His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.
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Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.
*A/B/O au, so soft and fluffy with just a dash of angst*
Foolishly, Completely Falling by dea_liberty
"Now that he’s actually gone and done it, there seems to be no way of going back - no rinse and repeat, no ctrl+alt+del, no abort button, no help to be had. He’s fallen into a black hole and he cannot seem to find a way out. The black hole is also known as Tumblr. More specifically, it’s known as Tumblr’s Larry Stylinson tag."
OR: The one where Louis becomes a Larry shipper by accident.
Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn
 "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."
 The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.
Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)
Promises We Made by thekindofworld
Its been five years since Harry and Louis broke up; they were seventeen and nineteen and it was messy to say the least. Cue Louis, who is worked off his feet making clothes for celebrities, Harry dropping his debut album, Niall who likes to avoid his insecurities by dragging Louis on Holiday, Zayn and Perrie as Louis' right hand stylists, and Liam who wishes Harry would just tell him about his ex-boyfriends before he contacts them about working for him.
Its either going to be a disaster, or the perfect timing they've all been waiting for.
*I’ve been very into fashion au lately*
but me, i’m not a gamble by orphan_account
A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they're both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season's worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.
Boys Fall From the Sky by fookinloosah
Superheroes. America is full of them — complete with masks, nauseating pseudonyms, and neon spandex suits. There’s none of that nonsense in Britain, thank you very much…until Harry Styles’ X Factor audition takes an unexpected turn, and Britain’s first hero is born.  
Also featuring Louis as a man of many masks, Zayn the rebel comic artist, Liam as Britain’s counter-attack to Justin Bieber, and Niall the trusty guitarist.
*I adore this fic, one my all time favorites*
The Last Something That Anything by jaded25
"You know my heart - so tell me honestly, did you ever really want this? So I’ll sing this song for every word that comes out wrong But I’ll be okay – is that what you want me to say?"
In the end, it's neither the fame or the pressure, nor Management or the constant hiding and denying that tears them apart. Or maybe it's a sum of all  and so much more on top. In the end, it's Harry.
When Harry leaves the band - leaves Louis - to pursue his dreams of a solo career, he breaks much more  than just One Direction. It's a gamble and a new start for each of the boys but while Harry walked away smiling, finally having got everything he apparently dreamt of, Louis is left to pick the pieces up.
Some hearts don't break even, some are simply shattered. So can you really learn to un-love someone?
*So deliciously angsty*
no pressure, no diamonds by karamelised
A life of crime means there is no nine to five, no white picket fence and definitely no happily ever after. In a life where lying gets you everywhere and stealing things becomes a sport, there is no place for romantic endings. Louis knows this, and so does Harry. Problem is, they're both wrong.
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Louis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them.
Blood Right by Evina1234
“Is that-him?” someone next to Louis asks. “Who else would dress in red if not for him today?” Beside Louis, Lady Camellia had her eyes locked on the one in red garbs, as same as many around them. Clearly this must be intended, or why dress in such a way today at first place? “My... He looks dashing." the first one licks her lips, eyes darkening in a laced lust. "Who would've known? Thought he'd be in chains, stuck in a dark dungeon." The other scoffs. “Have you been under a rock? He's the most privileged Lycan alive. The King's ward, some go so far as to call him his consort. It’s all hushed, but I have my sources.” she reveals like a dirty secret. In a world where the Vampires have taken over, Humans are just pawns in blood farms, Warlocks are extinct while the King has Lycans under his thumb - eliminating the threat of the lethal bite. The world is falling apart. Louis, nephew to the malistic Vampire King, lives away from it all in blessed ignorance until he gets dragged into the chessboard that traps him in front of a green eyed Prince who is bound to a miserable fate. Or where Louis wants to save Harold, the Prince of Lycans, when Louis' allies want him DEAD 
*super intense, vampire au with political intrigue mixed in*
the one that leads me on through by colourexplosion
Louis was certain that he was done with his tenuous connection with fellow skater, Harry Styles. But then, you know, the universe throws a wrench in all that when Simon takes Harry on for the next season.
Or, an AU in which the members of one direction are actually figure skaters.
Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.  
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noodle-puppy · 2 years
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Critical Role Campaign 3 Race and Class Hopes and Predictions
So here I am, going to throw my hat in the ring guessing what I think the cast of Critical Role are playing, giving that Campaign 3 is just around the corner. I’ll probably be wrong but I think I’ll have fun with this! Guesses are under the cut, as this post might get long...
TRAVIS: Centaur Order of the Lycan Blood Hunter
Travis seems to prefer melee combatants who just hit things and get the job done; supposedly he’s said somewhere about not wanting to play a full-caster, yet I’ve seen a lot of predictions for Wizard (though I can see why). Blood Hunter seems like an obvious choice, but perhaps too obvious - but I can’t deny that I would love to see Travis go full werewolf! Besides, with what happened to Mollymauk and all, this class needs more time to shine: so Order of the Lycan Blood Hunter it is! Honourable mentions to Bard, Monk and Rogue; as they’re also classes I’d like to see Travis play.
For the species pick, I’d kill to see Travis play a Centaur. The idea of a centaur werwolf is hilarious to me, and has evocative imagery! I know that as fey creatures centaurs can’t normally get lycanthropy, but I can see Matt making an exception for the reasons I just said. Realistically though, I think he’ll pick a Human, so if he does you can’t say I was wrong! >:)
LAURA: Tabaxi Echo Knight Fighter
My first thought was Bard, but after Jester I don’t think Laura will want to be a support class any time soon. I think she’ll be a melee combatant, probably one without magic since both Vex and Jester had magic at their disposal. Barbarian is a popular pick for her, and while I can see the appeal, I’m going with Fighter. Perhaps she’ll go Echo Knight as a fun callback to Jester’s Invoke Duplicity? It’d be a pretty cool subclass to see in action!
As for species, I think we all want to see a Tabaxi. I'm getting early 2000′s 3D platformer vibes from this character, akin to Ratchet and Clank and Sly Cooper.
LIAM: Drow College of Tragedy Bard
Liam has gone on record to say that he’s playing through the four traditional RPG classes: Fighter (Orym), Thief (Vax), Mage (Caleb) and Healer. Cleric seems to be the obvious pick here (and hey, it’s probably right), but honestly? I’d love to see Liam as a Bard. I think he’d have a lot of fun taking a class associated with cheerfulness and revelry and injecting it with his trademark angst and sorrow. Could be a fun subversion! Apparently Matt has a Shakespearian homebrew College of Tragedy subclass in the works, and I think I’d be perfect to debut here!
Species-wise my first thought was Warforged, since they exist in Exandria now and the idea of a robot with instruments integrated into its body is very cool (write that down!), I’d love to see an Elf in the main cast, and I can see Liam paying tribute to Essek by making a Dark Elf his choice.
SAM: Kenku Circle of Dreams Druid
I know that Liam picks Sam’s combo, but from what I’ve seen Sam is the opposite of Travis: he loves magic-based characters, cleverly manipulating the games with his usual chaotic glee. A Wild Magic Sorcerer is probably going to be the winner (I like the theory of him and Laura making Wild Magic siblings!), but if a man can dream I’d like to see him as a Druid. I’d like to see a high Wisdom character from him, but yet the idea of messing around with Wild Shape is too good to pass up. I have no preference on subclass, so I’ll just pick Circle of Dreams because it sounds cool.
As you can tell I’d like to see more monstrous characters this time around, and you know what would be perfect for Sam? A Kenku. I’d trust no one else to pull it off. Also a kenku usually has black wings, so they’re totally going to be the love interest of Marisha’s character. Nailed the most important question!
MARISHA: Fairy Oath of the Crown Paladin
Speaking of, Marisha has summoned the wrath of nature as Keyleth and the might of martial arts as Beau; so this time it’d be interesting to see her step back and make a support character instead. We’ve already got Liam as our healer, but I think it’s time we had someone start out as a Paladin! Marisha looks like she has the gusto to pull off any of the subclasses, but of the lot the Oath of the Crown is catching my eye.
Something I’d like to see from this campaign is some of the new races, and one of my new favourites was released just recently - the Fairy! Only problem is they can’t fly in medium or heavy armour, so maybe we’ll see an unconventional Paladin build here?
ASHLEY: Dhampir Way of the Long Death Monk/Phantom Rogue
I’m going to be predictable here and say Ashley’s playing a Monk, a class that she expressed interest in during the Vox Machine vs Mighty Nein oneshot. I’m picking Way of the Long Death as the subclass to pair well with my species choice. On a similar note, the Phantom subclass of the Rogue will also work, and after her miserable dice luck I’d want Ashley to play a character with a consistent set of skills: she’ll finally get a good Slealth check!
Ashley’s seems to like playing characters at extreme ends of the spectrum -  Pike and Fearne look innocent, yet hold terrifying power; Yasha looks gothic and intimidating, but is gentle and introverted outside of battle. I’d like to see a character from her who looks like they could kill you and will, and the Dhampir is a fairly new playable species which not only fits the bill, but could lend itself to some great roleplay.
TALESIN: Fire Genasi Alchemist Artificer/Genie Warlock
Talesin seems almost inscrutable to guess for, so it was a hard pick for me here. I’ve got to be honest and say that 99% of what you see here is wish fulfilment, so if I’m just pulling everything out of thin air I think Talesin has what it takes to be a great Artificer, considering he knows a lot about the game. And the Alchemist subclass means that he could have a lot of fun with a mad scientist character. But this party is skewing towards support, and I would like to see a proper caster here beside the Druid. It ultimately came between Sorcerer and Warlock, but I think Warlock wins in the end. The Genie subclass is maybe cliche considering the race I went with but again, I can do what I want :P
Genasi is one of my favourite playable species, and while I know we just had Fy’ra Rai, a Fire Genasi is going to be my pick here. A hotheaded scientist with his efreeti parent watching on is what I’m going for with these choices.
So that’s all I’ve got in me (my arm is so sore from typing this guys); I might reblog this with further thoughts once we figure out who the characters are once and for all!
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broken-lycan · 4 years
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so I watched the behind the scenes stuff of the first underworld film and oh no now I’m gushing about this kind of effect/ visuals stuff again. haven't had that since I was into lord of the rings xD
so.... since I have no one to share this with here we go
now that I’ve watched bts stuff I know why I love the colouring and scenery and the way its filmed so much: the director is a visual thinker and he had a pretty solid idea of what he wanted to do when he started the project. He knew what the colours were supposed to be like, the mood, the atmosphere, the creatures, the costumes, the locations, everything.
he was involved in the storyboarding process, he drew some sceneries that they ended up using. he said he wanted a graphic novel ish look and that really shows! it also explains why I like it so much. its a slightly different way of visual storytelling that I really love. (and it was his debut as a director. so he mostly had ideas that he wasnt sure were actually able to be done that way and I think that also changed the whole thing up a bit. away from the conventional way.)
so basically what the film lacks in character depth and development, it makes up with the visuals.
also the lycans!!! really fucking awesome! they were animatronic bodysuits. so they had actual performers inside and a couple of people who handled the facial controls and sounds with remotes.
the slightly weird looking ribcage that Michael has later on was also a prosthetic. so were the several stages of skin Viktor/Bill Nighy had.
and the way the veins of the Lycans looked when they got silver poisoning was done with airbrush. that in itself looked good, only sad they didn't get it to match up that well with the CGI they used to show the silver corrupting the blood.
oh and the “pushing bullets out of his body” scene with Lucian was partially practical effect and partially CGI. they had made a prosthetic of the bullet holes with little moveable pieces and a tiny prop of a bullet that was basically just a disk that had the diameter of the bullet and they pulled that out by a string. and digitally they added a model of the bullet and some blood.
and thats really how they did it most of the time. they had practical effects as a base and just used CGI to enhance or complete it.
AND! one thing I also really love about lord of the rings is the use of miniatures. for the scene where the car with Selene and Michael in it flips over and sinks underwater, they used a model and filmed that. which is why it looks so real.
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madscientistjournal · 5 years
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I Didn't Break the Lamp: Interview with Jacob Budenz
Photo by Clare Welsh
Today’s interview is with Jacob Budenz, a new addition to the Mad Scientist Journal family!
DV: Tell us a bit about yourself!
Jacob Budenz: In addition to being a writer, I’m a multi-disciplinary performer (singer, piano player, actor, performance artist, director, composer—basically everything but dance, which I’m pretty lousy at). I also work as a “freelance educator,” which feels a little bit sexier than saying “adjunct professor.” During grad school, I made my living as a street Tarot reader, and I still pick up gigs doing readings from time to time.
DV: What inspired you to write “Seen” for I Didn’t Break the Lamp?
JB: You know, the first paragraph, which was of course way longer and even more meandering in earlier drafts, was originally a journal entry between my first and second semesters of grad school. I was cranking out way more writing in shorter spans of time than I was used to, and I think I was worried I’d lost my “mojo,” so to speak. The first paragraph was sort of a “look around you, idiot” letter to myself. I’d decorated my bedroom with all manner of wacky curiosities, from pink skull busts to paintings of demons to these tiny jewel-shaped string lights that looked sort of like tiny glowing fairies. So at the time, the opening paragraph was just a reminder to myself that I only needed to look a little harder to see there was magic everywhere. A few weeks later, I was thinking about that little passage, and I thought, but what if someone had squinted at the floorboards and suddenly realized the world was full of these little fairies? Then, of course, the story emerged and evolved into what became kind of a love letter to modern queer loneliness. So what started as a pep talk to myself about inspiration became the inspiration for my next piece. I actually wrote the piece a couple years ago, spent way too much time revising it, saw your call for submissions, and thought, “Wow, that seems like the perfect home for this weird little tale!”
DV: Your characters in your story seem so natural and realistic. Are they based on specific people you know, or an amalgam of traits?
JB: Thanks! Definitely an amalgam of traits. I spent my early adult life in Baltimore, where there’s a really thriving art scene and tons of wonderful artists. And then there are the Mitches of the world, usually recent art school grads in my experience, who can be so unaware of how snobby they sound that it’s actually kind of endearing. I definitely dated a Mitch or two in my early twenties, though of course the Mitch in the story is kind of a cartoon of a bunch of different people. As far as Ron goes, I’m not really sure where he came from; I don’t really know anybody who’s that negative all the time. I think he came from an amalgamation of fears of mine; at the time, in particular, I was pretty severely injured and couldn’t exercise at any capacity, so I was probably the most out of shape I’d ever been. So Ron’s relationship with gay dating as being not “hairy” enough to be this, not skinny enough to be that, emerged from my thoughts on what it means to slip outside of certain categories or expectations of the gay male gaze. While I have a partner and a perfectly fulfilling social life (unlike my protagonist), I’ve definitely been in places of really dark, desperate loneliness like he has, and so I was imagining how I’d be if my body issues spiraled out of control, and if I was alone, and if I didn’t feel like I had anything in common with the people around me. So I wouldn’t say there’s “a lot of me in Ron” or anything (I certainly do not walk through the world with that level of harsh, persistent snark), but I really did my best to inhabit that kind of headspace when I was writing this.
DV: What is the coolest part of being a writer?
JB: That’s a great question! People don’t ask this enough. It’s always stuff like, “What’s the hardest thing about being a writer.” I’d say, for me, I have a blast coming up with really absurd concepts (or pulling stuff from my extremely vivid dreams) and finding the connections between issues I really care about. I joke that I’m “re-mythologizing” the queer other, as opposed to demythologizing, which means even if I’m grounding queer characters in sincere, real world issues, I’m putting them in these larger-than-life situations and writing new myths and allegories to illustrate our lived experiences. Another cool thing, which I’m sure any writer will tell you, is having the excuse to build extremely niche, specialized knowledge. I’m sure I’m on some kind of watch list. My search history features punctuation-free questions like “what happens to the body when a child is murdered outside of their home state” or, most recently, “Does your blood smell any different if you’re pregnant?”
DV: If you had an imaginary friend growing up, what was their name, and what were they like?
JB: I guess that depends on your definition of “imaginary” and “friend.” I was raised as a born-again Christian and sent to Baptist school from 4th-12th grade, so I talked to God a lot? Congruently—and this is the kicker—I’ve sort of always been a witch at the same time. When I was a kid I had a tree I talked to all the time by the courts where my mom played tennis. I collected stones and crystals and talked to them, and to animals, and to the stars, all that. I imagined they responded sometimes, but mostly they were just good listeners. You might say the Christian God and I haven’t been friends for quite some time, but we had a good run and I hope it’s no hard feelings on either side. I’m still an out-and-out witch though, far more than before, so I guess depending on your perspective I have plenty of, well, principalities I talk to that the average person might think of as imaginary.
DV: What’s on the horizon for you?
JB: I’ve got another piece coming out in an anthology through Lycan Valley Press; it’s about a gay medieval scholar who gets trapped in a cafe bathroom with a sentient interstellar octopus, in case you were wondering. I’m also beginning the daunting process of compiling materials to query agents and get my novel published. I’ll withhold the details on that, for now, though. Since I graduated from my MFA program in December, I’ve been focusing mostly on performance. In the spring, I was hired to compose and music direct for this adaptation of the The Tempest through the lens of climate change and colonialism, cast as the lead in Shakespeare’s Timon of Athens, and brought on to work on a comedic show about feminist performance art with one of my favorite artists, Chris Ferrera, which we just closed and will tour in the fall. In July, I’m having a comeback show with my psychedelic witchpop band, Moth Broth, which was on hiatus while I was in grad school, and now we’re working on finishing our debut album. So I think the second half of this year I’ll focus mostly on music, publishing my novel, and reclaiming my writing habit, which I’ve taken a wee bit of a vacation from in the past six months!
  I Didn’t Break the Lamp: Interview with Jacob Budenz was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal
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the-page-ladies · 2 years
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Book Tour/Book Review…...Lycus, Book 1 of Chronicles of Zastreria by I.S. Knight Lycan fated mates divided by beliefs, united by desire, at the mercy of a culling are the only hope of turning the tides of a genocidal war Prophecy and destiny plunged the Lycan race into war and devastation. Facing genocide, a rebellion is born… and hemorrhages lives with every devastating Council blow. Belaize, ruthless, callous, wicked, assassinates in the name of the Council. He’s a deadly weapon aiding their attempts to exterminate all those who dare choose love over law. Eliana, kind, cool headed, smart, stands next in line to lead the tattered rebellion against the Council. It’s a losing battle, but she’ll fight to the death. When these titans clash, they’ll discover the awful truth; they’re bound by destiny to be mates. With a rebellion raging, a sinister evil hides in the shadows of chaos, waiting to bring all werewolves to their knees before wiping them out from their nation. A tale of Love, Betrayal and War The world building is fantastic! The storyline keeps you glued to the pages and the action scenes add to the adventure. I loved that we didn't overload everything you are told there's a reason. Told from multiple points of view you get to see each side of the story: the good, the bad and the ugly. The characters are great! Interesting and strong! Really a great debut novel! I'm definitely interested in seeing what the author brings us with the next book! Thank you to @nbbtours and @isknight for the opportunity to review and feature this amazing book! Please be sure to visit all the other hosts too! @i.s.knight @nbbtours #nbbtours #isknight #lycus #booktours #booktour #indiebooktours https://www.instagram.com/p/CaUhsMFtSWC/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Hello everyone!
My name is Victoria Cerises, and I’ve just published my debut novel, Grave Delights. If you’re a fan of lesbian paranormal romance, I’d say you’re in the right place. This story is ultimately about testing the strength of love. Here’s a little blurb:
While a centuries-long war rages on between lycans and vampires, headstrong and bold lycan Veruca is still haunted by the death of the love of her life at the hands of a malicious vampire coven. Now, Veruca must battle with the fact that her once pious and gentle lover, Leda, is now a cruel and unforgiving vampire. Can the love they shared as humans withstand hundreds of years and thousands of deaths? Or will their love be a forgotten memory?
It’s a bloody good time, if you know what I mean ;)
If you’re a fan of friends to enemies stories, this one is for you. If you like some steaminess in your lesbian romances, this one is for you. And if you’re okay with things getting a little bloody along the way, then this one is for you.
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