#splice of life

[amazingsphelon]

Another study sketches with my OCs'

Go check my OC’s bio below:

Alexis Campbelle | Harumi Yoshihara | Dax Travere

#originalcharacter #Character Design #Character Concept #doodle #amazing #sphelon8565 #workinginprogress #lineart #anime art #anime girl #anime blonde #OC #heonseries #splice of life #sphelon original splice of life OCs #sphelon heon splice of life series #sentimental ocs #illustration #tickle art #foot massage #the pose

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg (Danish, 1783 - 1853) Udgangen af Bois-de-Boulogne til Longchamp, 1812

#Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg #danish #denmark #art #fine art #classical art #landscape #Aesthetic #spliceoflife #splice of life #classical #europe #european art #oil painting #Udgangen af Bois-de-Boulogne til Longchamp #europa #western civilization #fine arts #city gates

[mysteriesatthecoffeeshop]

What's it like podcasting? (Chalena)

It's a question I get asked a lot. It's fun - it honestly really is but it has been very difficult and a learning curve. I know I know I definitely have not been keeping up with this blog, but I am going to start now. I want to see how far this journey takes us.

In the beginning, it was really hard to find our voices. Courtney and I, although are very talkative when it's just us - can get a little shy in front of the camera/mic. Our biggest fear was always, "am I going to stay something stupid? Stumble over my words? Am I going to offend someone". We are still getting over this curve now - though being only 7 episodes in there is a huge difference. We decided that we were going to be ourselves - our true, authentic, unfiltered selves. What is the point of podcasting if not? We're not just having a conversation with each other but with our audience as well, and we want you guys to join in on the conversation! If you don't like us - fine - we're not for you. We can't fit in with everyone's taste.

Now, we did start podcasting in the middle of our Vet Tech Program. It honestly was supposed to be just a fun hobby for us. Now going back and thinking about it, it was an incredibly crazy idea. This podcasting is like another job that doesn't pay well, the only reason I do it is because I truly enjoy it. It give me something else to think about other than Vet Med, and anyone in Vet Med knows how draining and life consuming it is. If I didn't have this podcast - I would be at home probably depressed. I met my goal, what else is there to live for if I have nothing to work for? I would just be lost if I wasn't actively working on something.

Currently, I am working full time as a Vet Assistant, while studying for the VTNE to be a full fledged Vet Tech. Has this been a hurdle? Absolutely, I feel like I'm having to juggle two different lives. On top of that - I recently discovered that I may have an autoimmune disorder. My test results came back flagging for Hypothyroidism in the near future and a positive on Anti-Nuclear AB. The latter can still flag positive on a healthy person - however I have been suffering symptoms for over 6 months. I know I know, I should have gone sooner but I just didn't have the time or money for that. If I wasn't studying, I was at my clinicals and if I wasn't at my clinicals, I was at work, and if I wasn't at work, I was at home taking care of all the things I didn't do during the week. I was constantly tired, but I thought it was just from my busy schedule and endless amounts of studying. Nothing an energy drink couldn't fix, right? WRONG. I should have known that something was wrong when I was sleep extremely exhausted and unfocused when I was taking my prescribed ADHD medications along with 2-3 energy drinks a day. I unfortunately only noticed when I started working full time, with shorter working hours and a less busy schedule, and I was passing out at 8pm and waking up for work at 8am (I'm supposed to be there at 7:20), regularly, and it still wasn't enough.

So how do I podcast with all this chaos going on in my life? Easy. I enjoy it. That's it. That's the secret, you have to actually like it and understand that even though you podcast for an audience, at the end of the day your podcast is for you to be you. So what, if you only have 15 listeners? I know sometimes when you start out doing this - you feel like you're not enough. You're not smart, funny, pretty, etc, enough and a big audience is essentially approval from other people. Validation is what we search for (in most every situation). I am here to tell you (and myself) that you are enough. Your thoughts, your ideas, your beliefs, they matter, you matter.

So yeah, that's what it's like podcasting. It's an emotional rollercoaster when you mix it in with your own crazy life - but at the end of the day it's rewarding on its own.

#blog #podcast #personal blog #life update #ask a small time podcaster #true crime podcast #paranormal podcast #splice of life #life advice #hobbies #vet med #auto immune disorder #full time jobs #veterinary medicine #veterinary technician

[troncelliti]

#splice of life #funny accidents #fun accidents #blissful ignorance #sweet moves #cool tricks #sign posts #street signs #caught on tape #taped it #good stuff

[ringtrappedinamber]

Vignette 8 - I really don’t want today to end

Mio Side.

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Mio glanced at her hair and makeup in the mirror. She felt pretty confident! This was definitely good enough for filming. She turned to her mom and gave her a hug. 

Hikaru: “You’re heading out?” 

Mio grabbed her bag and turned to her dad.

Mio: “Yeah! I don’t want to be late!”

Hikaru crossed the room giving her a small amount of money. 

Hikaru: “Here, in case you need to treat them to lunch or anything.”

Mio grinned. She gave her dad a quick hug. As she dashed out her father turned to her mother. 

Hikaru: “You didn’t need to make her that cute, you know?!”

Miharu chuckled lightly. 

Miharu: “Isn’t it good? She’s been so depressed lately!”

Mio dashed down the street and quickly made her way to the train station. She had her hair styled in a side ponytail. She had a bit more makeup than usual. She was wearing a sporty crop top and some high waisted jogging pants. Something comfortable that wouldn’t get in the way of movement but that she didn’t mind being seen in! 

She clenched her fist with a confident smile. She wasn’t confident in much but Mio was fairly positive she was cute. 

She made her way over to the meeting point in town. Sy and Lobat were already waiting nearby. Leiden was wearing a collared shirt with an oversized cardigan over it. He had a messenger bag slung over one shoulder.  Sy was wearing a hoodie with jeans and an expensive pair of headphones around his neck.

Mio: “Oh! Casual clothes! You two look cool!” 

Sy’s expression turned confident and preening.

Sy: “I’ve been buying new clothes since my goal is to get a girlfriend this year. I’d say that my research is paying off..”

Mio grinned. She turned to Leiden.

Mio: “Somehow I thought you were the type to wear your uniform even outside of school.” 

Lobat: “.... Your opinion of me is pretty low, huh..?”

Sy: “Eh..? But we just bou-”

Lobat shot him a deadly glare which shut him up. Lobat looked back to Mio. He massaged his neck somewhat as he glanced away. Mio tilted her head somewhat as she walked over to him. 

Mio: “Hmm? Hmm? Got something to say?”

Lobat: “... I was just thinking that you’re pretty uhh.. stylish. I guess.”

Mio grinned confidently. 

Mio: “Thank you for noticing!”

Mio planted her hands on her hips, turning away and looking around. 

Mio: “So let’s get star-”

However her enthusiastic battlecry was interrupted by a powerful yawn. 

Lobat: “Tired…?”

Mio: “Hahah.. Yeah. I was excited last night for this!”

Lobat glanced her over, leaning in a bit closer. 

Lobat: “You don’t look tired.”

Mio bounced back two steps from him. 

Mio: “Y-You can hide a lot with makeup, my friend..”

The trio stayed busy for the next two hours, rushing around, getting shots whenever there weren’t many people around, and then reviewing the footage. Lobat took time to explain all the shot compositions, framings, and the more mechanical aspects of using the camera. Mio diligently switched between performer and director, constantly switching back between getting shots and then reviewing them and going over as much as Lobat was willing to explain.

Sy sat down nearby working on his remix. Occasionally he’d help Lobat to adjust the camera or to manage the timing on shots. Overall the actual shoot went fairly uneventfully. Once they were done they paused to load all the footage onto Lobat’s computer. He quickly threw the shots in order and added Sy’s sample version of the remix. 

Mio watched it. Even in this rough state she could already tell it was beyond anything she’d made so far. She picked Lobat’s brain about every detail of the editing. Sy helped with the audio mix and explained why and how he was making the decisions he was. 

Mio had a big satisfied smile as she leaned back against the bench.

Lobat: “I’ll get the final edit done tonight or tomorrow morning and send it over right after.”

Mio: “You don’t need to rush!” 

Lobat: “Trends are time sensitive. Even if this is a new version, we should still try to move quickly.”

Mio: “Well.. thanks.”

Sy sighed.

Sy: “I gotta dip. I’m meeting some guys from my class. We’re going bowling with some girls from Mrs. Marcedia’s room.” 

Lobat nodded. Mio flashed him a big smile.

Mio: “You got this, Sy!”

Sy looked genuinely moved by this simple act, to the point Mio felt a little bad for him. He turned and rushed off. 

Lobat closed his laptop. 

Lobat: “We can head back now, if you’re ready?”

Mio nodded and then remembered the money her dad had given her.

Mio: “Ah! We can have lunch first! It’ll be my treat!” 

Lobat massaged his neck somewhat. He looked a little uncomfortable. Mio suddenly felt embarrassed. Why had she just shot her mouth off?!

Mio: “Ah.. uh.. Maybe eating out with an underclassman is a little embarrassing..”

Lobat: “Ah! No! It’s not that.. Uh. I mean we’re clubmates, right? So it’s not unusual. We used to do it all the time last year. I was just thinking that I should pay for my own. I feel a bit bad taking money from someone younger.”

Mio laughed. 

Mio: “It’s fine! My dad sent it to treat the club members who were helping me out!” 

Lobat nodded and acquiesced reluctantly. 

Lobat: “Well, in that case, you should at least pick the spot.”

They ended up grabbing food at a food truck on the way back to the train station. The walk home was relatively quiet. A bit of idle banter about the food being good. Occasionally Mio would point out a place she knew or wanted to visit later. Lobat listened intently, even if he didn’t say much in response.

They arrived at the train station and boarded the train. Mio sat down next to Lobat. Their homes were in the same direction but Lobat’s was a little further. The rhythmic sound of the train filled her ears. What felt like moments later she felt a gentle nudge on her shoulder. She blinked and then sat up straight. 

Mio: “Eh?! I fell asleep?”

Lobat grabbed her hand and helped her up off the chair. He grabbed her bag and practically dragged her off the train just as it was about to depart. 

Mio: “Eh? Huh? This is my stop? Ah! I’m so sorry Lobat!” 

Lobat let go of her hand with a quickness as he held out her bag for her. Mio took her bag and looked up to him.

Mio: “Y-You can hop on the next train.”

Lobat sighed.

Lobat: “I.. live about two stops from here. The direction you’re headed is on the way. I’ll go with you.”

Mio: “No no! That’s not necessary!”

Lobat planted his hand on his hip.

Lobat: “You’re exhausted… If something happened after I left I’d feel pretty bad.”

Mio grinned and pulled up her phone. 

Mio: “I’ll call my mom to come meet me. You should go home! I appreciate you helping me get off in time, though!”

Lobat looked a bit uncertain but shrugged. 

Lobat: “I’ll wait here until your mom arrives. It’s not like I’m doing anything else.”

He sat down on the bench and Mio called her mom to come pick her up. She sat down next to Leiden. 

Mio: “I can’t believe I fell asleep, that’s so embarrassing.”

Lobat: “It’s not…”

Mio: “Man.. I really don’t want today to end..”

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#dnd #romance #splice of life

[apollos-boyfriend]

i’m not even that big into cinematography but marble hornets is THE exception for me because it’s genuinely just so impressive at times. because of its structure and how everything is shot in tapes basically all of it is straight, unedited shots. so you have anywhere between like 2 to 10 minutes of a continuous, unbroken take, and that’s SO fucking impressive. because even other works like unfriended who claimed to be “shot in one take” utilized different takes/clips, and used camera glitches to cut everything together, but marble hornets doesn’t. it’s just straight footage that must’ve been reshot dozens if not hundreds of times for all the correct camera framings, line deliveries, prop works, etc, and that’s just so fucking cool to me. indie creators just do it better!!!

#icarus speaks #and i ofc mean unedited just in the sense that it’s one shot #not multiple spliced together clips #don’t worry i know ​they are all HEAVILY edited #slenderman himself didn’t show up to shoots #or maybe he did idk his life #but yeah. very good series :]

[happyk44]

thinking about percy in the underworld, laying down in the grass of persephone's garden and talking aloud about everything in nothing to the slowly growing shrub that was planted from a clipping of grover's "body" after he passed.

centuries and millennia go by and percy eventually stops hanging around elysium. he didn't think you could be tired as a ghost but time is endless and he is winded. his ghostly form slowly erodes away. but even as his memories fall away with every piece of him that fades off into the nether, he still walks to the garden and sits next to the giant shrub and rambles on and on.

and when the last day comes, when his ghostly form finally splits off and falls into the ground, dull and lifeless, sinking into the earth, the shrub withers away with it. leaves wilt and brown. branches crack and tumble to the ground. it happens so quickly, and all that's left are small brown twigs entwined into the few remnants of life ready to be reused and remodeled by zagreus's deft fingers

#grover underwood #percy jackson #zagreus splices the leftover bits of percy's life with some other leftover bits but he can't get rid of the splinters of grover's twigs #because even at the end of the end percy's not letting go his bestie #and off emerges a newborn with an intense predisposition for nature and friendship #lol getting into my various original work thoughts about death and life and rebirth at the end there but i think it works #happy talks pjo

[fedoraspooky]

Heck with it *tosses AU where he was developed in the lab as a dragon hybrid onto the massive pile of AUs as well*

Don't look at me, blame @mysticdoodles for this adorableness XD

#littol baby man #this is what happens to comfort ocs they get buried under a thousand what-if scenarios XD ; #baby dragon AU #myOCs #Charlie #cosmic fiasco #probs won't be as fleshed out as canon or cryptid au but i wanted to doodle this so yeah XD #but yeah to explain #basically aria corp experimented with dragon eggs and gene splicing with low amounts of human dna to allow for better control #only two eggs survived- a fire dragon and an ice dragon #the fire egg was lost in transport- Tikki found it and raised the baby dragon that hatched from it #the ice egg hatched in the facility- that dragon underwent rigorous training and a strict upbringing #and was later sent to recapture his firey 'half-brother' (while the eggs were from different nests the human dna used was the same) #after a few fights the ice dragon starts to spend more time spying on his quarry #and realizes hey... fire dragon kinda has a way better life than he does... #basically tikki ends up raising two half-dragons that are constantly bickering with each other lol

[lesbiangiratina]

I dreamt about a game where testament was the main playable character. It seemed story driven like in an overture-esque way. I briefly lived in a better world

#i didnt. get to any gameplay but like i knew it was a game in my dream. #it opened in a museum (or aquarium? idk i think it was wet.) #and someone recognized them as a gear and knew about them and it went into some lore there #but i kept feeling like i missed dialogue so i kept starting over? lol. so i didnt get far. #it was kinda spliced between a totally different dream. which didnt help either. #also i was only asleep for lile an hour and a half. which is so sad #please i want to dream about testament game allllllllll night :( #also i got sleep paralysis in the dream. i assume that was me half awake getting sleep paralysis in real life. #i get a very fucking loud ringing in my ears when that happens and it was very accurate to that. #okay. okay i need to readjust to reality in the next hour. i got therapy. wish me luck. #the kat goes meow

[thislittlekumquat]

Now that I've posted chapter 12, I can curse you all with the joke I've been unable to stop cackling to myself over. Could I have changed the wording to avoid this? Yes. Would that have been any fun? Absolutely not.

#sorry but I'm the world's funniest motherfucker #can you imagine colossal titan with a chainsaw? horrible #grell sutcliff #reaping what you sow #also now that i've screenshot that bit it's possible there are like 3 comma splices but you know what commas are the splice of life amirite #my writing #my fic

[aurabird]

Desperate Measures

Sparrow attempts a risky experiment on himself out of his desperation for abilities. The results of his efforts are nothing short of painful and traumatizing.

Owen’s latest New Life episode gave me many thoughts so I bring you this.

Tw: Implied body modification, body horror, self-experimentation.

Ao3 Link

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Sparrow checked the machine for what was probably at least the hundredth time. It had to work perfectly, otherwise...

...he didn’t want to think about the outcome of what would happen if just one of the mechanisms was even the slightest bit off, shaking the unbidden horrific images from his head.

Everything was in order, yet a sense of dread washed over him. He was desperate...so, so desperate, for some kind of power, ANY kind of power.

Gaining abilities after death was not a certainty, for while some of the residents in this land had in fact in fact died and simply come back with different abilities, they were hybrids to begin with. He was only human, nothing more; there was no way he could be sure what brought them back would work on him.

He could have approached this in some other way of course, it had crossed his mind to simply experiment on the hybrids in this land and try and figure out what made them what they were so that he could then replicate it.

But he’d shot that idea down instantly at the image of Scott in a cage laying in his own blood, the carefree and joyful glow in his heterochromatic eyes dulled from being drugged or tortured. No, Sparrow could never do something like that to him; or any of the other hybrids he’d met for that matter.

That’s what led him down the path he had gone. If he refused to experiment on hybrids then he would experiment on himself instead.

It began to rain as he shakily approached the chamber, trying to ignore the various devices that would dig into him once he sealed his fate.

The door of the chamber closed once he was inside, his back against cold metal. Restraints clamped around his wrists and ankles, a precaution to ensure he would not struggle.

The walls shut around him, casting darkness over everything. Sparrow was alone now with only his fear and mechanical whirring sounds for company.

All at once pain shot through every atom in his body. It was like he was being torn apart and then pieced back together on a molecular level. He supposed, that probably was exactly what was happening to him, given what he designed the machine to do.

Sparrow could not fight back the reflex urge to cry out in sheer agony as the machine worked, even though the scream was simply swallowed up by the sounds of everything else.

The worst part of everything was that Sparrow could feel the overwhelming energy that came with having far too many conflicting powers, feel his body try and adjust to the changes being made to his DNA.

Everything hurt, everything burned. Sparrow just wanted it all to stop! Please! Make it stop!

Once more a cry was wrenched from his throat, this time followed by a resounding BANG as behind his closed eyelids Sparrow saw a flash of white, felt the warmth of the explosion that had occurred.

And then he was on the ground, sobs racking his body as he cried, curled up tightly in a ball for comfort.

Elemental particles of all kinds swirled around him, parts of his body ever-shifting between various stages of corporeal. Two pairs of wings had torn free from his back, the feathers and leathery membranes coated in a deep crimson; feline ears were pressed flat against his head, curling horns nestled between them.

Even his scaled tail thrashed with discomfort and pain.

Sparrow forced himself to open his eyes, finding his vision was mismatched. From one eye, he could see color; from the other, only monochrome shades.

It was then that the horrifying realization of what he’d done in his desperation finally dawned on him.

He’d introduced several types of hybrid and fauna DNA into his own without any care for what it may do to him.

He almost didn’t want to see what he’d turned himself into, the newfound feeling of appendages he definitely did not have prior to stepping into the machine and the fact that his body felt like it was floating but also on fire told him everything he needed to know.

Despite his fear, Sparrow began to crawl; away from the machine behind him, away from what he knew were several sharp objects stained with his own blood. He made his way over to the edge of the peninsula he called home, towards the ocean to get a look at himself.

He tried to ignore the fact his arms were not human anymore.

Cool water lapped against his webbed and scaled fingers as grass turned into sand. The ocean called to him, yet his instincts also told him to get far, far away from it.

The face that reflected back was still his, save his mismatched eyes and the horns and ears. At least some of his facial features from before had remained; he didn’t want to think about what would have happened if no one realized that he was still Sparrow.

He then turned to inspect the rest of him, being met with the sight of something not human nor hybrid; some kind of chimeric, humanoid creature.

This was the price for his hubris...and it was something he’d have to live with for the rest of his life.

That was all it took for him to break. Sparrow curled into a ball once more and wept, his sobs the only thing audible underneath the static that filled his still-ringing ears.

He didn’t know how long he lay there in the sand, but soon another sound aside from his sobs could be heard. Were those...voices?

Sparrow opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, only a hiccup and a gasp. He could feel nothing but pain, couldn’t see anything but a mess of colors blurred by tears. If someone...or something was here, maybe they would just put him out of his misery.

A whisper of reassurance and a brief flash of orange and cyan broke through the fog of his mind, a familiar face...before everything went black.

#new life smp #new life sparrow #nlsmp #nlsmp sparrow #My writing #you cannot tell me Sparrow just splices several different types of DNA into his own #and comes out perfectly fine with no side effects at all #his body would either reject the cells or adapt to them #hence the chimera he becomes #tw body horror #tw experimentation #tw body modification

[amazingsphelon]

Dax is massaging Alexis's feet.

----------ALEXIS

"DAX! ~ STOP pretending you're not tickling my feet!"

Go check my OC’s bio below:

Alexis Campbelle |  Dax Travere

#originalcharacter #Character Design #Character Concept #doodle #amazing #sphelon8565 #workinginprogress #lineart #anime art #anime girl #anime blonde #OC #heonseries #splice of life #sphelon original splice of life OCs #sphelon heon splice of life series #sentimental ocs #illustration #tickle art #foot massage #the pose

[badassbutterfly1987]

How ACIAG Should Have Ended

Since there's a big chance A Child is a Gift is a dead fic (unless the next book manages to rejuvenate my interest) I figured I should clarify certain behind the scenes stuff and what the final story was going to be. I feel kinda bad that it died just as the tension and mystery was ramping up.

So, proceed if you don't mind spoilers and are curious about what was going to happen next:

Backstory: Lord Raith had a sister Andrea, who had a son named Gideon. Since she had no interest in motherhood, she basically tossed him to LR's care. Gideon grew up and was increasingly not suited for the White Court, especially as a budding practitioner. He decided to run away to a distant small village, fell in love, and had a son. LR responded in his typical manner: the wife was killed and Gideon + baby son were dragged back, son held as hostage to make Gideon behave. That worked for a few years until the son died of a presumed childhood illness; Gideon blamed LR and the fallout was so explosive that the Keepers mutually agreed that what happened would be buried. All the later generations knew was a sort of We Don't Talk About Bruno situation, there was a problem child named Gideon of an unknown house who broke WC rules and was now used as a warning to behave.

But because of incompetence/bad luck/LR's hesitance to kill one of his own kids for the first time, Gideon didn't die and went into hiding. Over the next 1500 years Gideon occasionally popped up to cause problems between periods of trying to settle down and find happiness but couldn't with the memory of the life LR had ruined. Then one day he noticed the sudden decrease in a handful of living sons of various quality to just one living boy, and the gears start turning. The he hears about that last son Thomas being kicked out of the court for an attempted coup only to be welcomed back into the family for good behavior a mere five years later, strange for Lord Raith to kill most of his male relatives only to be lenient with this one. So he has Serafina, a Malvora practitioner he's taken under his wing, to keep an eye on Thomas. And what do you know, Thomas and his thrall girlfriend are taking care of a toddler together, isn't that interesting?

So he makes contact under the false name Jameson, relying on the fact that the WC have purposefully forgotten him, and presents himself as an ally outside the court. Does Thomas want a similar outcast to bond with? Does he want to be tutored in magic? Maybe taught how to create a healing bracelet for his sick girlfriend? Jameson can do that!

Then begins the next phase of the 1500+ year long chess game. He's prepared to either manipulate Thomas onto his side if possible, gather any info on what's going on with LR, and if the magic transference bracelet happens to help Justine while also weakening Thomas' Hunger, well he can use that if he has to. Thomas knows none of this backstory but is reasonably wary of Jameson, continuing the contact partly to keep an eye on this potential threat to Lara. LR has caught on to some of the oddities of how Thomas has been behaving (because Natalia has been reporting back) and is sure Gideon's involved, but because Thomas isn't being open about it even when pressed, has decided to let it play out with Thomas as the unknowing pawn.

And that's the recap! Now for what was going to happen...

Keeper visit: Galatea and Blair stop by and the conversation is rather messy because Galatea and Lord Raith immediately get in a personal argument (if you've read Cras es Noster, you can guess how intense it can get). They have a proper talk behind closed doors that the others are left out of; they agree that Gideon needs to be dealt with and come to an interesting conclusion.

My memory's a bit fuzzy around this part but things escalate pretty quickly: Thomas, Natalia, and Theo are away from the estate and Gideon (and maybe Serafina, more on that later); Thomas is taken out of the fight early because his Hunger has been slowly weakened by the magic bracelet; Natalia tries to fight him but Gideon is a powerful and experienced practitioner, so she dies :( Thomas and Theo are kidnapped by Gideon.

This is where the backstory lore dump would be. Thomas' reaction would basically be "I get why you want Lord Raith dead and I don't even disagree with you, but you killed my sister and kidnapped my child. you don't get to do that and call yourself the hero." While Gideon is real mad that Thomas is seemingly allowed to have a wife and child while Lord Raith denied him both. (I am so sad I never got to this conversation, Thomas and Gideon make for fascinating foils). Basically Gideon wants Thomas to help him kill LR and is not above using a child as blackmail to force his hand (no, he does not recognize the irony of repeating LR's actions with his son). He may or may not magically mess with Thomas' head to 'encourage' an assassination attempt. He promises to return Theo once Lord Raith is dead.

Serafina, either because she just realized how in over her head she was or because she's been a double agent in contact with Lord Raith, calls in the rest of House Raith. So this is where it gets as convoluted as you would expect from a White Court political play. Thomas is released and sent back to the family; he may or may not try to murder LR here, I hadn't decided; there is a lot of talking and arguing on what to do because everyone has an opinion and I don't really remember all the perspectives and how it reached the result. Also debated whether or not to drag Harry in here.

End result: there is a rescue attempt in which they use LR as bait (he's weirdly okay with it), it goes a little wonky. Gideon is definitely dangerous but he's also rattled just by being near Lord Raith (they're all walking bundles of trauma) and he eventually dies. LR is badly injured and his Hunger is too starved to heal it; Thomas kills him (there would've been a lot going through his head at that point and LR might've been egging him on). Theo is rescued.

aftermath: LR's death was partly planned on Galatea's part; she knew he was bound to die soon enough and figured a death at Gideon's hands was a decent send off (even if Thomas did it, the public blame would be on the mad warlock). Yes she did kinda manipulate her nephew/adopted son into a suicide mission, that is messed up even if he agreed to it. So Gideon is dead, LR went out on a respectable enough note/his death was suitably avenged, Thomas and Theo are alive and make for an intact legacy (as well as room for future children), so overall a victory.

Lara's still mad about it since Galatea went over her head to arrange it and Thomas acted without her approval, she hadn't planned for LR to die quite yet even if she is ready to officially be Queen. While Thomas ends up in a weird mental space for a bit because he was being used as a catspaw by his father, great-aunt, and cousin; would end on a positive note with a hint that child #2 Shiloh was right around the corner.

#dresden files #fic writing #a child is a gift #thomas raith #lord raith #it started cute and splice of life but ended with multiple familial murders #which does fit for the white court i guess

[ringtrappedinamber]

Vignette 7 - Yeah I could pretty much tell

Leiden Side

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Leiden sat in the club room tapping the table at the center of the room. Sy frowned and slid his chair back. 

Sy: “She’s not coming…”

Leiden: “I should have explained things more properly last time.”

Sy: “..Probably. “

Sy walked over next to Leiden and plopped down beside him. He pat Leiden’s shoulder.

Sy: "We’re really not used to this type, huh?”

Leiden: “Yeah. Austin did all the ‘leadership’ stuff…”

Sy tossed Leiden’s bag to him. 

Sy: "Go find her."

Leiden: ".... Why me..?"

Sy: "You're the president.. And besides. You can't let all that work go to waste, right?"

Sy pointed to Leiden's laptop. Leiden sighed and put his bag over his shoulder. Leiden turned and walked out.

>Leiden (3:12): You’re late.

>Leiden (3:15): Where are you at?

[][][][][][][][][][] 5% Remaining..

Leiden stood in the doorway to the gym. He waved to Dannie. She excused herself from practice and jogged over to him.

Dannie: “What’s up?”

Leiden: “Looking for Mio…”

Dannie typed into her phone quickly. A moment later there was a ping as she got a reply.

Dannie: “She’s at the train station. I’ll tell her to wait.”

Leiden: “Thanks, sorry for the bother.”

Dannie took Leiden’s phone and entered her contact information. 

Dannie: “That’ll be quicker next time.”

She waved and then turned and jogged back to her club. 

Leiden made his way to the train station. He marched around looking for Mio. 

>Mio (3:23): I’m skipping today…

>Leiden (3:24): Permission denied. >Mio (3:25): You can’t deny someone permission to go home!

Leiden sat down on the bench next to Mio. She glowered at him.

Mio: “So Dannie lied!”

Leiden: “Sorry, she’s on my side.”

Mio furrowed her brow and turned away. Leiden reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop. He opened it up and sat it on her lap.

Leiden: “These are the top 10 videos from that trend. I also found two behind-the-scenes videos. I’ve also been reading up about virality and stuff like that. I think if we go over this and work together we can make a video that will do better. I also think there’s some simple editing tricks we can use-”

Mio stood up from the bench. She wheeled around towards him. She was practically shaking.

Mio: “If you were looking up all this stuff why didn’t you say so!”

Leiden: “... We never really exchanged contact information. And I figured we’d have a chance to talk in the club room.”

Mio looked down.

Mio: “Even I think I’m pretty annoying about this stuff.”

Leiden: “You’re passionate. That’s not a bad thing.”

Mio: “And if you help me, I’ll probably pester you about it all the time.. There’s just no one else I can talk to about this stuff.”

Leiden: “Yeah I could pretty much tell..”

Mio: “It’s going to be annoying. And.. All I know how to make is stuff like this! I don’t know anything about the complicated movies Sy likes..”

Leiden: “There are a lot of different kinds of movies. I’ll make sure Sy picks some easier ones for you.”

Mio: “I’m not.. As good as Austin…”

Leiden smiled.

Leiden: “She hadn’t even made one movie in her freshman year. You’ve been uploading stuff since middle school. I wouldn’t bet against you.”

Mio swept her skit under her and flopped down beside Leiden. 

Mio: “I feel really stupid for not coming today..”

Leiden: “I haven’t exactly made your first week easy. I’m not… a good club president. While you learn to make movies, I’ll be learning that. We’ll figure it out together.”

Mio smiled.

Mio: “You’re actually nice after all, huh?”

Leiden blushed a bit. 

Leiden: “Nah. I’m just scared of Dannie.”

Mio laughed loudly. 

Mio: “I want.. To make a movie. But first I want to make more videos like this. I want to learn as much as I can. And I want to talk a LOT about each movie I make.”

Leiden: “Well, fortunately, our entire club is about studying films. So..”

Leiden interlaced his fingers as he leaned forward.

Leiden: “What should our first project be, director?”

Mio’s eyes lit up. She grinned a grin from ear to ear. Lobat felt his heart clutch in his chest for a moment. She grabbed his laptop and began to pull up the videos he’d selected. He glanced at her and a sudden, involuntary, intrusive thought bubbled up to the surface before he could squelch it.

‘Cute.’

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[yashley]

not thinking about them failing in bring laudna back in whitestone amongst these legendary figures and imogen stands there overwhelmed, devastated, and fucking exhausted, and faintly a weak voice whispers in her head, “Now.” and imogen ruidus-atom bombs.

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[bloodsailbuccaneer]

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