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randombibitch · 4 months

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As My Worlds Collide Ch.2

There’s a misconception that it’s kill or be killed in the Riders Quadrant. Riders, as a whole, aren’t out to assassinate Other cadets…unless there’s a shortage of dragons that year or a cadet is a liability to their wing. Then things may get…interesting. —Major Afendra’s Guide to the Riders Quadrant (Unauthorized Edition)

Rhiannon gives her name to the rider at the opening of the parapet. Xaden continues to stare at us, but I refuse to look at him. Vi stiffens next to me and I squeeze her hand twice, we will make it through this, no matter what people think.

Dylan is probably around a third of the way before they wave Rhiannon through the opening onto the parapet. “I’ll wait for you on the other side,” she shouts over the wind, fear in her eyes.

“We’ll see you on the other side,” Vi responds and I nod in agreement.

She steps on to the parapet, arms stretched wide for balance, and starts to walk. I don’t really believe the gods help with anything, but I pray to Zihnal anyways.

“Name?” the rider asks me,

“Lia Melgren,” I say, the storm somehow becomes stronger, flashes of lightning almost right above us, cracks of thunder seconds later. The rain comes down in sheets and the wind pushes at me, almost as if it’s trying to throw me off the platform. The names on the roll are blurring with the water, and by the time the day is done it may be unsalvageable, gods know the scribes will hate that.

“Melgren?” The rider’s eyes shoot up. “As in General Melgren?”

“Yep, and the girl behind me is Violet Sorrengail.” It’s no shock they don’t know who I am, and also probably don’t know who Vi is. I was kept a secret so that it wouldn’t get out that I was still alive, and due to Vi wanting to be a scribe her mother never fully acknowledged her in public.

I look out, the clouds shroud the parapet, making it impossible to see past a certain point. I can vaguely see Rhiannon in the distance—probably about a quarter of the way—and how she keeps having to correct herself as the wind pushes her off balance. Moss grows along the stone, and the rain makes everything slick, and I wonder if General Sorrengail really did want Violet to die, she could have easily pushed away this storm.

“I am near” Taz tells me and I look up, scanning the mountain for her large form.

I find her, mostly hidden between the rain and shadows cast by the clouds. “I will not fall. You should go before someone sees you.”

“It is tradition to have dragons watch the candidates cross.” she retorts.

“But it is not tradition for a dragon’s focus to only be on one,” I counter. “Or try and catch a falling candidate.”

“I thought you just said you would not fall,” she says, “and I will repeat myself, you should not have to do this.”

“It’s not your choice,” I remind softly, and I hear a huff and see her shake up on the mountain.

“I didn’t know Melgren had a daughter, or that Sorrengail had two.” The other rider says, knocking me out of the conversation I was having with Taz.

“We get that a lot.” I say, seeing Vi try and control her breathing.

I glance back, offering a small smile before stepping out onto the parapet, waiting for a moment to get my bearings, before starting across. The wind tries to throw me off, but I push back and keep walking, if I stop, I’ll panic.

I find my footing with each step, trying to make sure I put most of my reliance on my right shoe, the one with grips. I only slip once, but I stay upright. I wait a moment before looking back, just in time to see the asshole from before go to shove her. She lunges for the parapet before he can reach her, barely making it. I stop completely, allowing her to get closer, before starting to move again.

I’m pretty sure that she can’t hear me as I tried calling to her, but I trust she’s ok and keep moving. When the wind almost throws me over the edge, I can hear a growl in my mind but I ignore it and keep moving, quietly repeating my childhood rules, even though I don’t follow them anymore. 1. I was going to be a rider or die trying, true. 2 when I turned of age I would marry Xaden Riorson, false, he doesn’t know I’m still alive. 3. those who didn’t fight, died, true. 4. avoid Sorrengails, false.

I look back again to check on Vi and I see her staring at something behind her, I focus my gaze on where she’s looking and I see the jackass from before throw the candidate behind him off the parapet, sending him to his death. Then he looks up, his mouth moving and he points at Vi before starting to quickly walk. Vi spins around, moving as fast as she can and I think about what I can do. Vi slips and the man nears her, finally she reaches me and I grab her.

“RUN!” I yell over the thunder that booms above us. The wind tries to throw us off but we don’t stop, and I glance back to see him gaining more. I lower myself as close to the parapet as I can before slipping over, and Vi understands, careful to not step on my hands as she passes. I pull myself back up and risk a look back, he’s probably only 10’ feet away, but the wind is slowing him slightly.

Vi’s almost at the entrance to the entrance to the citadel, and I rush forward, trying to keep my balance while also going as fast as I can. Rhiannon grabs Vi as soon as she gets off the parapet, then her eyes meet mine and widen. I see Vi grab her knife, but she can’t do anything till I get off.

“Will you scream?” Jack yells behind me, and he sounds so close I almost look back, but I don’t.

Rhiannon and Vi are right at the edge, both on edge, and Rhiannon looks to me as if considering jumping back on the parapet.

“It will be so much more merciful if I kill you now, who knows how you’ll die if I don’t. Eaten alive by a dragon? Killed on the sparring mat? Poisoned?” He taunts.

I’m close to the opening, racing in between the walls and he lunges, but I jump at the same time, causing him to have too slow to regain his balance. Dylan grabs me, keeping me from collapsing to the ground. I don’t hear him follow me off, and I look back to see Vi with a knife pressed into his breeches against his balls, and he has a look that could kill etched on his face.

“I think we’ll be safe for right now,” she says, somehow keeping her hand perfectly steady.

“Will you?” he questions, the rain seeming to increase as we stand at the edge. But he doesn’t take another step.

“It is unlawful for a rider to cause another harm.” Vi starts and I roll my eyes, dropping my pack to the ground, still leaning on Dylan. “While in a quadrant formation or in the supervisory. Presence of a superior-ranking cadet,” she hesitates a second swallowing, and Rhiannon glances at me and I shrug. “As it will diminish the efficiency of the wing. And given the crowd behind us, I think it’s clear to argue that it’s a formation. Article Three, Section—”

“I don’t give a shit!” He cuts in, moving, and Vi’s dagger slices through the first layer of breeches, I grin.

“Remind me never to get on her bad side,” Dylan mutters, and Rhiannon nods.

“I suggest you reconsider, I might slip.” Vi responds, shifting her stance.

“Do it,” I say under my breath, but she doesn’t react.

“Name?” the rider next to us asks, sounding bored as if it’s just another Tuesday. She looks us up and down like she’s shocked we made it across—which she probably is—and pushes her red hair behind her ear. Three stars are perfectly embroidered on the shoulder of her cloak—a third year. “You two are pretty small for riders, but I guess you made it.”

Violet Sorrengail,” Vi says, not looking away from the jackass, tightening her grip on the dagger, “and the other girl is Lia Melgren,” thunder cracks above us. “And yes, that Sorrengail and Melgren.”

“Not too surprised, with that maneuver,” the woman says, writing our names on the scroll.

“And what’s your name?” she asks, glancing at the dude on the parapet.

“Jack. Barlowe.” He glares at us, a promise of pain in his gaze, and it makes me worry for Vi. I make note of it, if I get the opportunity to kill him, I’ll take it.

“Well, Jack,” a male rider nearby says, glancing at all of us. He’s not wearing a cloak, and the rain soaks into his clothes. “Cadet Sorrengail has you by the actual balls here, in more ways than one. She’s right. Regs state that there’s nothing but respect among riders at formation. You want to kill them, you’ll have to do it in the sparring ring or on your own time. That is, if she decides to let you off the parapet. Because technically, you’re not on the grounds yet, so you are not a cadet. They are.”

“And if I decide to snap their necks the second I step down?” Jack growls, and I know it’s a real threat.

“Then you get to meet the dragons early,” the redhead answers. “We don’t wait for trials around here. We just execute. Especially since I’ve seen one dragon in particular already take an interest in Cadet Melgren.”

“What’s it going to be, Sorrengail?” the male rider asks her. “You going to have Jack here start as a eunuch?”

“What would I do Vi,” I call out. She glances back at me for a quick second before looking back at Jack.

“Are you going to follow the rules?” she asks, tilting her head slightly.

“Guess I don’t have a choice.” He sneers but relaxes, showing he won’t kill us right now.

Vi steps aside letting him pass and I see him lean in. I can’t hear him over the storm overhead, but he says something to Violet that I don’t doubt is a threat.

Ch.1

#fourth wing #iron flame #violet sorrengail #violet x xaden x oc #xaden x oc #violet and xaden #violet x oc #tairneanach #andarna #sgaeyl #the empyrean

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tazindrox · 1 year

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TAZINDROX CHARACTER INFO

*Art by Zoratrix*

The Basics ––– –

Name: Tazindrox

Nickname(s): Taz

Age: Ancient

Birthday: Unknown

Race: Dracthyr

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single

Dracthyr Physical Appearance ––– –

Height: 9′0″

Build: Absolute Unit

Eyes: Bright glowing yellow w/vertical slits

Distinguishing Marks: Various scarring scattered mostly along his forearms and thighs, and one large scar on the left side of his neck. Silver band wrapped around the base of his most prominent right horn with his name inscribed.

Visage Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Bright red that fades into black, slightly wavy

Eyes: Same as Dracthyr form

Height: 6′6″

Build: Mesomorph/Athletic

Distinguishing Marks: Black scales are minimal, focused mostly on his shoulders and around his eyes; striped along his sides, forearms, and thighs. Scarring that is present on his Dracthyr form does not show on the Visage form. Silver band wrapped around the base of his right horn with his name inscribed.

Tattoos: None yet

Piercings: Both earlobes just once

Likeness: Austin Butler

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Fighting alongside the other Dark Talons for the Dracthyr army.

Hobbies: Still working on figuring that out! He obviously enjoys sparring, and has recently discovered rock climbing and taken to that. He also finds his eyes often drawn to the sky at night and is starting to learn about the various constellations, and just enjoys being outdoors in general. He’s definitely in the experimental phase of his life, where he is trying to find a new purpose other than just fighting. He also LOVES collecting shiny bits of metal and will often times remove nuts and bolts from various objects to add to his collection.

Common Accessories: Keeps a little notebook on him at all times that he can be seen writing in at random.

Languages: Draconic, Orcish, Common

Residence: Currently wherever he’s stationed in the Dragon Isles, he has no permanent home at the moment.

Birthplace: The Forbidden Reach in the Dragon Isles

Religion: None

Patron Deity: None

Fears: Being put back into stasis, losing his Visage form (he’s grown oddly attached to it, and it’s just fun to be someone/something different), losing more of his weyrn.

Personality: Friendly and (hopefully) charming when not on the battlefield, maybe a little lost and confused at times - things are all still very new and he’s learning so much every day! He’s very curious and isn’t afraid to ask ‘dumb’ questions, there’s A LOT the Dracthyr need to catch up on. He’s been experimenting with humor, although not having complete control over the intricate facial muscles of his Visage form, his expression may not always match what he’s trying to convey.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Father - Neltharion, Mother - None

Siblings: All of his clutch-mates

Pets: None

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch | unknown

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch | unknown

Turn ons: Muscles, strength in body and in mind, toothy grins, long hair, shiny jewelry

Turn offs: Weakness, whining, unnecessary cruelty, bad nails/claws

Love Language: Acts of Service

Relationship Tendencies: Unknown, he has never been in a relationship before!

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never

Drugs: Has yet to try any!

Alcohol: In social settings

RP Hooks ––– –

DRACTHYR: Other Dracthyr are obviously welcome to know him from before, I’m open to pre-established relationships of any kind!

VALDRAKKEN: Currently stationed out of the city, so he stays in a camp with the other Dracthyr in the quieter parts of the city, but can often be found wandering around in the thick of things.

BATTLEFIELD: Likely found following the main storyline of the current events happening in game.

EVENTS: Any events he’s at, you can assume he’s probably either standing around and looking lost, eating all the food, or writing in his little notebook. Feel free to approach at any time!

Looking For ––– –

Friends, lovers, enemies, family. As mentioned above, pre-established relationships with other Dracthyr is welcomed!

I’m open for any type of RP whether it be happy or dark, storyline or slice of lifel ! He is not my main so I won’t be on him all the time, but I love headcanoning and the occasional discord RP for those in-between times.

How to Contact ––– –

OoC: Here on tumblr, my main tumblr I follow from is @turning-through-the-never, or on Discord at dicenne

IC: Wyrmrest Accord Horde in-game name is Tazindrox. I’ll be bringing him to various events, always feel free to approach me in-game or whisper me and I can approach you!

#wyrmrest accord #wra #dracthyr #tazindrox #character info #info

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 4 months

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||The cursed king doll||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here with a little funny drabble for fun. After some asks from anons about a little punishment for a certain king. However, this one is for fun so lets get into it.

||Drabble Summary||

Lets say today was Christmas finally where everyone was enjoying the holidays and taking a break. However, what would happen when Sukuna sent a gift to NYC but it went too far? Seems a certain dragon had enough and asked a special someone to aid her in a little help. The result? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~This is half funny/adorable type of drabble

~crying/freaking out is present in drabble

~scared but adorable Sukuna plush is present in this drabble

((Guests in this drabble))

Taz Hellion, Kinie Ger, and Kisho belong to my amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

Sukuna Ryomen, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro, and gojo satoru come from the anime jujutsu kaisen but their also muses I rp with.

((Grammar mistakes and errors will be seen and noticed in this but it’s written for fun. I hope you understand but with that, please enjoy <3))

Today was a jolly happy Christmas day, seeing the jujutsu high school being on break while they are spreading cheer and holiday goodness. However, for a few, that was different. Right now, Yuji and KIsho was trying to not laugh while heading to class but their was a angry growling in Yuji's bag while he was walking with him.

Megumi was already in class with Nobara, Taz, Miko, and Yuria wondering where the two boys were.

"Are you sure they are not over sleeping again? I mean, they would be here with you right?" Yuria asked and yet Megumi sighed with a shrug of his shoulders.

"They would be yes but they told me to go ahead and they will see us later when class starts." he looks to the girls but sees Taz tilt her head with Kinie on her head too.

"Maybe their just being lazy again and wasting time. I know my king would not like that." she said simply but grins. "Or maybe chasing them for a good hunt will wake them up."

"Kinie.." Taz sighed.

"Umm..w..well, I'm sure they have a reason...it shouldn't be too bad." she mutters with Gojo wondering where the two were indeed.

"Well, I'm sure they will show. Though, we can wait a bit longer before-" as Gojo said this, the door opens showing Kisho and Yuji had finally arrived.

"Oh! You guys made it!" Taz smiled to her big brother and Kisho though they close the door to walk in but they were trying not to laugh while sitting down.

"Uhhhhh, are you both alright?" Nobara asked but Kisho tries to calm down with snorts and giggles slipping out.

"M..Morning Nobara and everyone else Pfffhh.....*snickers* Were good just having a nice Christmas." he said.

"Uh huh...." Megumi said. "And you too Yuji?" he asked seeing him nod.

"Yep..all good. No worries at all!" he said smiling even if he was lowering his head snickering with Kisho still giggling. The girls blinks now confused while Gojo confused too.

"Itadori is something funny?" He asked.

"No???" the two said snickering more while snorting loudly. Yeah, something was seriously up right now. But now that makes sense, others in school were snickering or giggling about something and the teachers didn't know what was going on. It was rather strange indeed.

For a bit, the two just kept snickering and giggling before Nobara sighing. "Alright that's it. What are you two laughing about!? You been giggling non stop for a while so what is it. What is making you two so giggly?!" Nobara asked before Yuji and Kisho just look at one another before breaking out laughing falling on the ground holding their stomachs.

"????????"

"Uhhhhhh..." Miko and Yuria was confused.

"Big brother?" Taz said confused and Kinie really confused.

"What the hell?! Why are you two laughing!? What is it!!" Kinie said demanding what is going on.

"Seems like it's pretty funny but were missing the joke here." Gojo said with a pout.

"Not funny Gojo sensei. Guys will you say what is going on?! What is so funny!!" megumi said only for Kisho to show a letter Yuji got to have him read it.

"Huh?" Everyone looks to the letter. Here is what the following letter reads:

'Dear King of Curses, Someone told me that you have been naughty and you like curses so much that you became the King of them. Therefore, here is my gift. You are now someone to toy with and play with. Hope you enjoy the week till the New Year or the upcoming spring....who knows.... Merry Christmas Signed By - Krampus

Megumi was silent reading this as the others were wide eyed then looks at him then at the other two laughing their butts off on the floor. "Hold on....Krampus?" he mutters before something caught Miko's ears.

'Yujiyoudamnidiot! getofftheflooryourfuckingcrushingme!!' said a angry toy like voice that sounded familiar.

"Uhhhhh, guys? Did you hear something?" Miko asked as Taz, Yuria, and Nobara blinks.

"Hear something?" Nobara asked but now the girls were hearing the angry yelling but Yuji hear to sit up but still was laughing catching his breath.

"H..Hold on, hold on.." he said snickering to reach into his bag and sets it on the table but their was movement inside the bag! This made Megumi, Nobara, Taz, Yuria, and Miko tense moving away a bit to see this. What was in the bag????

Gojo blinks to look but that's when something crawls out on all fours showing some sort of doll that looked like Sukuna. "Ughhh...damn brat..." he hissed but he looks seeing he was in a room but noticed the others seeing him.

'Oh damn it..'

"........Uhhhh, is that a doll?" Nobara asked.

"...That is a doll...and it sounds familiar.." Megumi said.

"Yeah...very familiar." Yuria said with Miko agreeing.

"True..." Taz mutters and Kinie looking at it.

Seeing this, Sukuna looks at them but grumbles as he tried to look menacing but couldn't. "What? You haven't seen a stupid doll before?" he said that the other blinks to look.

"......HUH!?!"

Both Yuji and Kisho bursts into laughing again falling on the ground with Eito squawking around with tears in it's eyes too to fall rolling on his back too.

"Damn it you three, shut up already! It's not funny!!" he said.

"..W..wait, isn't that...." Miko started but Megumi looks to the letter then to the doll that his eyes were in shock.

"You have got to be kidding me........." he said with his eye twitching.

"Uhhh M..Mr. Sukuna? Is that you?" Taz said worried.

"....Sadly yes Pup...it's me. Damn that stupid Krampus. He'll pay for this insult!" he growls but Kinie was more shocked that she looks to her king.

"My king! What the hell happen to you!?" she said.

"..Don't look at me princess! I look ridiculous in this stupid damn stuff toy!" he said that everyone was shocked but he kept hearing the boys still laughing except for Megumi who looks seeing the girls blink to the doll.

"Honestly I...so it was true? Krampus did this to you?" Yuria said but Miko blinks worried.

"What do you think!?" he shouted.

"Now now, don't shout. That's not nice." Gojo said. "Though, you look adorable as a stuffed doll." he said poking his cheek that Sukuna growls.

"STOP POKING ME! I'M STILL THE DAMN KING OF CURSES!! NOT SOME DOLL YOU CAN PUSH AROUND! I-" that's when Gojo picks him up to smile.

"But your adorable though!" he said holding him in his hands.

"LET ME GO YOU FOOL!!" he warns but Nobara takes him.

"You know, he looks so cute like this. Really cute." she said smiling while squeezing him gently.

"Will you stop with the squeezing girl! I demand you stop that or else I'll-" But as he said this, they were not prepared for what happened. A cute like squeak came from Sukuna followed by an adorable tone playing a Christmas song. When it finished playing he said, "

"I Luw you <3"

"o.o" Megumi was silent.

"O.o" Nobara was speechless

"........" was the only thing Yuria said.

"........" Miko was silent covering her mouth.

"........" Finally Taz was quiet to blink.

The group was speechless but Nobara blinks but in a moment...

"Awwwwww!!! That was adorable!" Nobara said squeezing him again hearing the cute squeaks.

"Stop that! Stop-"

"I luw you <3"

"Stop squeezing me you damn-"

"I love huggies and cuddles..."

"Damn it you wench stop-"

"Merry Christmas I love you all.."

"STOP SQUEEZING ME DAMN IT!!"

Nobara had hearts over her head squeezing and hugging the Sukuna Doll with a smile. "So adorable. This is too cute!!" she giggled that even Miko and Yuria was finding it cute. Even Taz too!

Kinie was in shock but she did admit he was adorable.

"Wow, this is new. I guess Krampus is punishing you for being a naughty boy this year Sukuna-"

"FUCK YOU GOJO!!" he shouted still being squeezed. "PRINCESS HELPPPPPPP!!" This snaps Kinie out of it before she quickly moves to snatch the doll away from the girls to hold the doll in her teeth.

"HEY!"

"Enough already! I think you made your point!" Kinie said but Gojo blinks seeing Kinie being cute too. "Besides, you guys need to act like adults here!" she said but as she said this, she looks to her king.

"Are you alright my king?"

"Nooooooo..I feel so humiliated being as this stupid stuff toy." he said.

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to turn you back-"

"You can't. Seems from this letter he's stuck in that doll till new years or till spring....." Megumi said but Sukuna growls angry.

"Damn it!" he said. "Ughhhhh...I hate this." he said.

"Don't worry my king. I'll be here to protect you so don't worry." However, as Sukuna was about to speak, Gojo picks Kinie up who blinks but sees him hold her.

"HEY! PUT MY PRINCESS DOWN!!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Kinie hisses but Gojo was having hearts over his head too while nuzzling her.

"So adorable! You look so cute too Kinie!"

"Uhhh.."Taz was not expecting that while Kinie was struggling.

"Unhand me right now you idiot teacher! I only belong to my King!" she hissed but he still finds it adorable. Before Sukuna could help her, the girls grab him now squeezing and giggling.

"STOP SQUEEZING ME YOU VILE HARPIES!!!! STOP!!"

"But your soooo cute!" Nobara said hugging and still squeezing him hearing more squeaks.

"Yeah he's seriously cute!" Yuria said poking his cheek and Miko watching.

"Yep, so cute!" Gojo said happy.

"LET ME GO YOU DAMN TEACHER!!" Kinie hisses but bit his hand to jump down but he chases her with a smile.

"Come back! I want more cuddles!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU IDIOT!"

Megumi and Taz blinks seeing this going on but he sweatdrops to do a face palm. Still hearing Yuji, Eito, and Kisho laughing even worse.

"...Why? Just fucking why?" Megumi said with Taz sweat dropping too.

This was going to be a while.....While for Sukuna, deep down he was furious.

'I'll kill that damn son of a bitch but I'll punish whoever did this to me. Ohhhh I'll make sure they regret doing this to me...but why do I get the feeling I might know who..' he thought but cute squeaks and hissing was heard in the room but again this might take a while.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the cursed king doll #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #sukuna #kinie gur #daichi #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #kisho #the fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer

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asimovsideburns · 3 years

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dunno if you've been asked this before, but could I trouble you with sharing your top podcast recommendations?

I LOVE to reccomend stuff!

Okay, first off, Second Star To The Left is the newest one I’m listening to—both as in I got into it the most recently and as in it started the most recently. It’s a podcast about a scout (Gwen) who travels to an uninhabited planet to make it fit for humans to live on, and her relationship with her scout-minder (Bell (they/them)). Also Boots (robot) is there too. I love Boots. It’s very good. Only two episodes so far, and it updates every other Saturday, so it will be very easy for you to get current.

If you follow me, you probably already know about The Adventure Zone, but on the off chance you don’t it’s a very good actual play starring the McElroys and getting into it is how I met a lot of cool people. Don’t skip the first arc, because it’s important, but do know that most people think it’s the roughest arc.

Naddpod (Not Another DnD Podcast) is another good one. Be warned: often extremely crude, definitely more so than TAZ. The first episode basically opens with a discussion of dragon genitals and honestly I did put it down because of that, but I came back to it later and pushed through and it is a really fun and at times truly beautiful story. There’s several campaigns, and a ton of patreon content I don’t have access to because even beyond money I just don’t have the time to listen to all of it. They’re on campaign two, which I like so far, but am sadly behind on. The taglone for the first campaign is “the campaign after the campaign”—you aren’t missing anything, that’s just the premise of the story.

(I’m behind on everything except SSTTL, actually)

Naddpod’s Murph (DM) and Emily (player) also play on college humor’s Dimension 20 show. At least the first seasons of Fantasy High and The Unsleeping City are available on youtube, but if you subscribe to Dropout (it’s cheap) you get access to a LOT more episodes, and they don’t have bad language censored out. Plus all the other college humor shows, but I’m mainly there for the dnd. Most of the other D20 cast has also appeared on Naddpod as a guest party member at one point or another. The D20 sidequests (mini seasons) are also good, and feature different cast members.

ANOTHER D20 cast member, Zac Oyama, also has a fairly new podcast called The Rotating Heroes Podcast. The concept is that he DMs for a group for one arc and then shift focus to a different group of players for the next arc, all in the same world, and eventually we rotate back to previous characters. It’s weekly, but alternates between an episode of gameplay and an episode of talkback show. It is behind a $5/month patreon paywall, but you can listen to the gameplay episodes of the first arc for free on the Naddpod feed to see if you like it.

Bombarded is an actual play of an all-bard party (multiclassed) played by the members of an actual band, and every single episode features a song that they write specifically for that episode, with things like chords, drums, and even key determined by dice. Puns abound, mostly musical, but not always. Also, when their characters learn a new musical skill, they explain it to the audience out of character and give examples.

Lastly, listen to Welcome To Night Vale. Know your history. I love Night Vale but also the most scared I’ve ever been by a piece of media was during an episode of Night Vale. Mostly it’s not scary, though. It is gay.

#ask #anonymous #podcast recommendations #I do listen to more podcasts but this is getting long #also please know I am serious when I say I’m behind on literally everything except SSTTL

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Scrapbook 2021 | Part I

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal. I think the first one was 2011? Maybe? In which case, woohoo, ten years of scrapbooking!

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 80 books, finish five video games, write more than 20 fics or something larger than 20k, and write either an original short story or start a novel.

Past Years

MOVIES

January

(Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring)

(Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers)

(Lord of the Rings: Return of the King)

Robin Hood

(Hook)

Wolfwalkers

February

(Age of Ultron)

From Up On Poppy Hill

(Tangled)

(Onward)

(The Mummy)

(Hercules)

(Promare)

March

Raya and the Last Dragon

(My Neighbor Totoro)

April

(Hunchback of Notre Dame)

(Tarzan)

(Beauty and the Beast)

Weathering With You

BOOKS

January

A Deadly Education | Naomi Novak [Fin]

Home Body | Rupi Kaur [Fin]

The Sunken Mall | K.D. Edwards [Fin]

Bloom | Kevin Panetta [Fin]

The Angel of Crows | Katherine Addison

All the Stars and Teeth | Adalyn Grace [Fin]

The Adventure Zone: Vol 1 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

I Hope You Stay | Courtney Peppernell [Fin]

Pillow Thoughts | Courtney Peppernell [Fin]

Piraneesi | Susanna Clarke [Fin]

The Ex Talk | Rachel Lynn Solomon [Fin]

February

The Adventure Zone: Vol 2 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

The Adventure Zone: Vol 3 | McElroys & Carey Pietsch [Fin]

The Angel of Crows | Katherine Addison

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink

March

Winter’s Orbit | Everina Maxwell [Fin]

Fireheart Tiger | Aliette de Bodard [Fin]

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink

Fire | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

Bitterblue | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

The Witch’s Heart | Genevieve Gornichec [Fin]

Winterkeep | Kristin Cashore

April

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink [Fin]

Winterkeep | Kristin Cashore [Fin]

The Memory Theater | Karin Tidbeck [Fin]

These Violent Delights | Chloe Gong

(Red White and Royal Blue | Casey Mcquiston) [Fin]

Rule of Wolves | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

Alice Isn’t Dead | Joseph Fink [Fin]

Not the Girl You Marry | Andie Christopher [Fin]

The Echo Wife | Sarah Gailey [Fin]

The Midnight Library | Matt Haig

Catherine House | Elisabeth Thomas [Fin]

Séance Tea Party | Reimena Yee [Fin]

Lumberjanes vol 1 | Noelle Stevenson [Fin]

PODCASTS

January

The Unseen, Christmas and New Year Special

The Penumbra Podcast, Juno Steel arc, Heart of It All and What Lies Beyond

The Penumbra Podcast, Second Citadel, Strong Arm of Justice and The Priestess’ Fortune

I Am In Eskew, Episode 16

Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 67, 68, and 69

The Magnus Archives, Episode 190 and 191

February

The Magnus Archives, Episode 192-194

The Adventure Zone, Episodes 15-60

March

The Magnus Archives, Episode 194-200 [Fin]

The Adventure Zone, Episodes 60-TAZ BALANCE ENDING

MBMBAM, Episode 1

I Am In Eskew, Episode 17-22

April

I Am In Eskew, Episode 23-END

Alice Isn’t Dead, Episode 18-END

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

January

His Dark Materials, s2 [Fin]

Watcher Entertainment

Buzzfeed Worth It

(Black Sails, s1)

The Queen’s Gambit**

February

Cherry Magic

Wandavision, s1

Watcher Entertainment

The Owl House

(Little Witch Academia)

Star vs the Forces of Evil, s3, s4

Bridgerton

Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime

Heaven’s Official Blessing

March

Wandavision, s1 [Fin]

Watcher Entertainment, Puppet History & Watcher Weekly

Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Word of Honor

April

Word of Honor, s1

Watcher Entertainment, Puppet History

Falcon and the Winter Soldier, s1

Kim’s Convenience, s1, 2, 3, 4

Leverage, s4

Shadow and Bone, s1

The Great, s1

VIDEO GAMES

January

Hades, 37 hours [Fin]

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

February

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

Hades, 75+ hours?

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 16 hours

Persona 5 Royal

March

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 45 hours

Persona 5 Royal, 141 hours

Assassin’s Creed: Valhalla, 35 hours

Concrete Genie, 3 hours

April

Concrete Genie, 6 hours [Fin]

Animal Crossing: New Horizons, 65 hours

Persona 5 Royal, 160 hours

Monster Hunter Rise, 2 hours

Civ, 5 hours

DELIGHTFUL FIC

January

Modern Rustic by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 22k | “I think,” he says, finally, “that if we looked around this place hard enough, we’d find a rose underneath a—a glass thing, what’s it called—losing petals. Metaphorically.”

easy livin' by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved (Fallout AU) | Ryan/Shane | 6k | The Wasteland - and Ryan - through Shane's eyes.

(in nocte consiliam by oxymoronic | Bartimaeus | Bartimaeus/Nathaniel | 4k | London, 2003. Britain is on the brink of war, and someone is trying rather hard to kill John Mandrake.)

made of glass the way you see through me by uneventfulhouses | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 19k | Will it always be like this? Ryan wonders, watching Shane lope up the snowy walkway and pushing his way through the front door, humming some jolly old tune in that way Shane’s prone to do. Theatrical, performing for an audience even though Ryan is the only one around.

All Your Stars In View by alpha_exodus | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry | 18k | Life after the war is difficult for Harry, especially when the only thing that makes him feel better is, oddly enough, being around Malfoy. So when Malfoy asks to paint his portrait, Harry can't refuse, even if it means baring himself in more ways than one.

13 Genuinely Awful Things About Steven by thefourthvine | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 10k | Andrew’s learned to like cake, he’s learned to like oysters, and he’s learned to like Steven.

we’ll make a brand new start of it (in old new york) by misantlery | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 10k | “Just to be clear,” Andrew says. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to spite your high school bully and your high school girlfriend and possibly the entire state of Ohio?”

Russian Roulette Croquembouche by misantlery | Buzzfeed Worth It | Andrew/Steven | 9k | “Get that on your business card,” Andrew advises. “Steven Lim, video producer, world traveler, fancy dessert boy. Human cream puff.”

rose-colored boy by juniperProse | Buzzfeed Worth It | Steven/Andrew | 2k | Andrew’s eyes are pink.

Like Wildfire by makemadej | Watcher Entertainment | Shane/Ryan | 20k | “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” Ryan demands. “You can’t keep committing to stuff that no one else knows about! When people online say they want you to be more open and vulnerable, this is not what they mean.”

Scratching the Itch by bendingsignpost | Doctor Who | Rose/Ten | 20k | Her mum had always told her that blokes had only one thing on their minds, but this was taking it to an entirely new level.

lie back and let me unlock you by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 7k | Xiao Xingchen, reluctantly, admits to certain fantasies that he has. His friend is happy to indulge him.

in our respective ways by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng & Lan Wangji | 6k | Jiang Cheng has his golden core back. But he seems to have lost Wei Wuxian.

By Proxy by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng/Lan Wangji | 12k | Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji, looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

some good mistakes by Lise | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng & Lan Wangji | 18k | Or, the one where Wei Wuxian vanishes and Lan Wangji, reluctantly, asks for Jiang Cheng's help tracking him down.

efforts in a common cause by Lise | The Untamed | Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang/Song Lan | 12k | Everybody's walked out of Yi City alive. Now it's just three badly adjusted adults (and one badly adjusted teenager) trying to make things work - a project somewhat derailed by a night hunt that turns out to be something else.

swinger of birches by astronicht | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 23k | Lan Zhan is a little witch in the house on the hill, whispering out a love curse. Wei Ying is a witch undead, undone.

let me desecrate you by hkafterdark | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 6k | “Dangerous words.” Wei Wuxian drew back. The flickering candlelight gave him an otherworldly appearance; that, and his beauty, unchanged since the first time Lan Wangji had seen him. “You aren’t afraid to be at the mercy of the fearsome Yiling laozu?”

The Demon Affair by stereobone | Yu Yu Hakusho | Hiei/Kurama | 9k | Kurama accidentally seduces Hiei into a relationship.

i came to win (and i won) by paperclipbitch | The Queen’s Gambit | Beth/Benny | 3k | They play chess, and they fuck.The two things are not the same.

February

Sylvain Gautier Would Love To Try To Solve All Your Problems Through Sex (Hey It Might Help) by Fall Out Boy by harriet_vane | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | Sylvain/Felix | 22k | In which Sylvain wakes up on the wrong tour bus, and refuses to be their sex therapist (unless Felix asks nicely)

μήτηρ, in the Greek by antistar_e (kaikamahine) | Hades | Nyx & Persephone, canon relationships | 37k | At the end of this recounting, she tilted her head and asked politely, Is this not how you have children?Uh, no, said Persephone.

that voodoo that you do so well by veterization | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 18k | Ryan buys a voodoo potion oil at Voodoo Authentica meant to attract Yummy Boys. Appropriately, things happen.

A Bridge Between by Runespoor | Spirited Away | Gen | 3k | Years later, Chihiro moves into a new apartment; her parents help.

the ghost king's bride by arahir | Tian Guan Ci Fu | Hua Cheng/Xie Lian | 10k | Ghosts won't stop giving Xie Lian flowers, Hua Cheng won't stop teasing, and Xie Lian is out here doing his best, man.

Side bitch out of your league by rohkeutta | Captain America | Steve/Bucky | 3k | “I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

cause in your warmth (I forget how cold it can be) by madnessandbrilliance | Promare | Lio/Galo | 7k | Lio is always freezing. Galo is always warm. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the rest.

backdraft by broments | Promare | Lio/Galo | 32k | It happens in an instant, Galo gaping like an idiot while Lio presses forward to defend against the perceived threat, the weapon sparkling but not burning as it kisses Galo's throat.

Yosuke will now die for you! by DragonBandit | Persona 4 | Yosuke/Souji | 5k | ...This, causes problems.

dramamine by brawlite | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 7k | Song Lan is having a bad morning. Help comes from the last person he'd expect: Xue Yang.

Hearth and Home by lady_ragnell | Leverage | Alec/Eliot/Parker | 1k | When Eliot goes to a temple, or when he’s in one place long enough to build a shrine, he doesn’t do it for Ares. He does it for Hestia.

Where One Ends and the Other Begins by kalliopeia | Leverage | Alec/Parker/Eliot | 30k | Nobody’s particularly shocked when the job goes spectacularly sideways because their loot turns out to be magic. Parker and Eliot begin reading each other’s minds, accidental sharing happens, and shenanigans result.

Hungry Thirsty Roots by coolkidroland | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 56k | In which Akira absolutely does not learn to leave well enough alone. **

Without Grasping Yet by Angelic_Ascent | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 8k | Akechi and Akira end up far too cramped for comfort in the Morgana bus. And then they're left alone in Mementos.

Falling Up by KivaEmber | Persona 5 | Akechi/Akira | 2k | “If it helps…” Akira spoke up suddenly, his tone morbidly amused, “I forgive you, for shooting me in the face.”

March

Touch of Forbidden by tirsynni | LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 2k | Nabooru warned him not to travel to the Spirit Temple. So of course Link went to the Spirit Temple.

breaking the same old heart by tardigradeschool | The Adventure Zone | Magnus/Taako | 11k | Taako and Magnus in triptych: before, during, and after the Bureau.**

your head is good, it’s loyal, it’s clean by Anonymous | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 4k | "Here, I do this all the time."Too quickly for him to react, Taako plucks away one of his golden rings and slips it onto the ring finger of Magnus' left hand.

bruising kisses, whispered confessions by tangerine_skye | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | The trio stop over at an inn for the night. Taako and Magnus share a bed.

i can see what's coming (but i'm not saying it) by pansywaist | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | His breath is still hot on Taako's lips, distracting enough he almost misses the strained whisper: “I thought I was gonna lose you.”

Emergency Consolation in the Pocket Spa by Anonymous | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | If Magnus wants to hug a wizard, Magnus gets to hug a wizard.

together for the long haul by kismetNemesis | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 6k | Magnus and Taako were married on a bright spring day in the year after they saved the world.

thin skin, bruises, and a cold cup of tea by GayFrankensteinsMonster | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 3k | Sleep is for the weak, and Magnus has no weaknesses, except for his own natural curiosity.

tender is the night by dollylux | TAZ | Magnus/Taako | 10k | “It’s just…” He runs a hand through the thick bramble of his hair, gripping the crown of it to anchor himself. He sighs, slumping back against the footboard. “I guess I’m just not very good at one on one. Like, not… not in any way.”

a note is attached to the top of the vial by GayFrankensteinsMonster | TAZ | Kravitz/Taako, Magnus/Taako | 5k | Elves have a lifespan of up to six hundred years. The people that you know don't even come close to that.

Pieces of Memory and Heart by ellemaris | Raya and the Last Dragon | Raya/Namaari | 1k | Raya isn't sure how to heal everything between Heart and Fang, but returning something important to Namaari seems like a start.

the gods laugh by miss_aphelion | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 11k+ | WIP | Wei Wuxian is just getting used to being alive again when he's ripped from the world he knows. He wakes in a place where his sister and her husband live, where his brother doesn't hate him, where the Wen remnants have all survived.

In Your Room, In Your Bed by giraffeter | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji/Jiang Cheng | 25k | After Wei Ying is disowned, Yu Ziyuan forbids Jiang Cheng from letting Wei Ying live with him. Jiang Cheng lets him stay anyway because Fuck That. He tells his parents Lan Zhan is his new roommate instead.

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 14k | “Doctor Flowers,” Lan Zhan repeats, pointing at the tiny plum tree, just to confirm that his son is suggesting a magical tree named Doctor Flowers sprouted overnight and made their tame family project turn into a verdant jungle.

34 years old - 5'8" - DL - no-BB by withpractice_ff | Ace Attorney | Edgeworth/Phoenix | 3k | Phoenix finds Edgeworth’s Grindr profile

spinning with the stars above by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 7k | Wangji returns home to Vulcan for the first time since he left for Starfleet Academy, this time with Wei Ying at his side. He’s not expecting Wei Ying and his uncle to be fast friends, but things go poorly in a very different way than he was expecting.

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 10k | Or, what if that cup of wine Wei Wuxian drank for Lan Wangji after the Phoenix Mountain hunt wasn't just wine?

never love an anchor by tardigradeschool | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 31k | A fisherman and a selkie fall in love beside the sea. Regretfully, things are never quite that simple.

Be Careful by giraffeter | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang | 5k | Song Lan and Xue Yang try to survive a week in their shared apartment without Xiao Xingchen as a buffer.

April

running for a soft place to fall by tardigradeschool | The Untamed | Lan Xichen & Lan Wangji | 10k | As he leaves for his coming of age test at age twelve, half-Vulcan Xichen has a goal in mind. The rules of the kahs-wan prohibit taking food, water, or weapons. In accordance, Xichen is bringing none of those things, but he does have a compass tucked into his pocket. He is going to find his father.

an act too often neglected by Ariaste | The Untamed | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | 60k | The single faceless, anonymous photograph on the profile that catches his eye is shot in elegant black-and-white, and there’s something about the crispness of the focus and the markedly off-center composition that says art, for once, rather than mugshot.The caption below is equally sparse: “5’6. Demanding.”

where you go, I'm going (so jump and I'm jumping) by Aria | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jonathan | 6k | "I don't think so," Alex said. She looked at Martin. "Is this really how it went?"

Morning, keep the streets empty for me by feyburner | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 6k | Ghosts were drawn to the ring roads.

2am on a saturday by detectorist | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 11k | In which Lan Zhan gets high, slides into Wei Ying's DMs, and somehow ends up having the harmonica played to him at 2am in the morning.

Grief Kindly Stopped by ShanaStoryteller | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 5k | Nothing leaves the Burial Mounds alive.

Boat Basin by downjune | The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | 5k | He thought the 21st century now maybe suffered from an overabundance of classifications for all the different ways to fuck and/or romance a person, but the most important thing—and his therapist had emphasized this—the most important thing was connection.

my touch magnifies by isozyme | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu/Ye Baiyi | 7k | Wen Kexing gets hit with fuck-or-die sex pollen on the way to Longyuan cabinet. Everything would be fine, except Zhou Zishu’s been keeping an unfortunate secret: the nails in his chest mean he can’t get hard anymore.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

January

2020 || Multifandom Mashup

Hades - Official Animated Trailer

Hades Mini-PMV: This Year

2020, I guess

MARVEL || Energy (ft. Easy McCoy + Black Hydra)

obi-wan || give it

2020 ll Multifandom Mashup

Multifandom | Goodbye 2020

Multifandom | Goodbye 2018

2018 Multifandom | MASHUP

His Dark Materials - No Sanctuary

Lyra & Mrs. Coulter | Hurricane

► mrs. coulter || way down we go [hdm]

Wonder Woman || BORN READY

Vikings | The End of the Journey

February

MARVEL || Ready Set (ft. Vo Williams)

MARVEL || Here We Go (ft. Chris Classic)

MARVEL || Is You Ready || The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Never forget || Hualian - Hua Cheng x Xie Lian AMV

【魔道祖师 / MDZS】Animatic - The First Siege | Safe & Sound

The Jedi Way | THE MANDALORIAN

Multifandom || Going Bad (feat. Drake)

March

Broccolli Casserole--The Untamed

Hey Brother - The Adventure Zone Animatic/PMV

The Adventure Zone: Balance trailer

The Adventure Zone: Balance Arc Trailer (Animatic)

13 Year Olds (A MDZS Animatic by Arcxus)

Multifandom || Die In This Town

DNA | shadow & bone

(Marvel) Wanda Maximoff | Grief

Defying Gravity | MDZS/CQL Animatic

It’s Quiet Uptown | MDZS Animatic

To The Stars

(Marvel) WandaVision || Awaken

Walt Disney Animation Studios | A Magical Journey

We don't have forever.

stop living a fake life.

► Wanda Maximoff | PAINT IT BLACK (+15k)

Multifandom || Take It (c/w Quang Truong) ft. @SEIGE WORLD

Kylo Ren | STAR WARS

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

April

MARVEL || Natural ft.ImagineDragons

xue yang & xiao xingchen ➤ gasoline

WEN KEXING || GASOLINE

Wen Kexing ✘ Zhou Zishu || Dandelions

Play With Fire - Wen Kexing

TOXIC ~ Wen Kexing ~ word of honor ~ 山河令

(Marvel) Bucky Barnes | Free

Bucky Barnes | Feeling Good

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier || Next Level ft. @7kingZ || (Marvel)

Eternity looking down on us.

The complexity of reality.

Captain America

✗ The Crows | Trouble (Shadow&Bone)

Shadow & Bone | Paint It Black

The secret fate of all life.

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

January

A Better Version - Jessie Shelton

Start a War - Klergy, Valerie Broussard

Meet Me in the Dark - Melissa Etheridge

ily - Surf Mesa, Emilee

Space Man - Eurielle

To Be Loved - Aurora

In the Blood - Darren Korb

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Tommee Profitt

Astronomical - SVRCINA

Oh Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel

In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles

goblincore + cottagecore

moonlit love letters 🌙💌 (sailor moon-inspired lofi mix)

Moonlight Densetsu Lo-Fi Remix 1 hour version

Peaceful Meditation

February

Never Forget You - Zara Larsson

Is You Ready - Migros

Recomposed Four Seasons - Max Richter

The End - JPOLND

Love Yourself - Sufjan Stevens

Deja | Daniel Roure

Used To Like | Neon Trees

Material Boy - Sir Sly

Willow - Taylor Swift

Overture - Apashe

Evangeline - Josh Garrels

Gris, pt 1 - Berlinist

Inferno - Hiroyuki Sawano

March

BAMBAM - Angie

Dictator - Rei Ami

Demons - Hayley Kiyoko

Runaway - Rei Ami

Deep Blue - Marcus Warner

Brave New World - Kalandra

Nero - The Speed

The Path of Silence - Anne Sophie Versnaeyen

Tuleloits - Kerli

Soft to Be Strong - Marina

Relic - Reeder

Ascension - Gorillaz

Will You Follow Me Into the Dark - Klergy

Voidfish (Plural) - Rachel Mitchell

Raya and the Last Dragon soundtrack

Unicorn Wizard - Ninja Sex Party

Me Too - Meghan Trainor

Umbrella - Rihanna

Colors Flying High - Lollia

Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There - Lyn

lovely - khalid

Burn My Dread - Lotus Juice

Progress - The Dear Hunter

My Mother Told Me - Rachel Hardy

Savage Daughter - Sarah Ross

Four - Sleeping At Last

April

The Other Side - Amarante

Predator & Prey - Griffin Puatu

As the World Caves In -Matt Maltese

Tell Her I Wasn’t Scared - Dan Thiessen

Esmeralda - Adriel Genet

Woods - AfterInfinity

So Human of You - Shireen

Flags of Rome - Jesper Kyd

Do It All the Time - I don’t Know How But They Found Me

Hummingbirds - Venus Hum

On and On - Curtis Harding

Grand Escape - RADWIMPS

my ex’s best friend - machine gun kelly

Sofia - Clairo

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Charlotte Lawrence

Next Level - 7KingZ

Tell Me - Johnny Jewel

Get Out of Town - Firefles

Music for Anglo Saxes

I See Darkness In You - Red Mecca

Satan Is His Name - Holly Golightly

Rocky Trail - Kings of Convenience

Story - NF

Because the Night - 10,000 Maniacs

Use to Be (L.O.V.E.) - Chelsea Collins

Bird on a Wire - Simone Istwa

Huzzah - Nathan Barr

POSTED FIC

January

gonna make you feel, boy | Hades | Megaera/Thanatos/Zagreus | 1,101 words | “You can touch, you know,” she murmurs, satisfaction and anticipation warring within her. Her pulse pounds. Zagreus’s eyes have darkened, his pupils eating up all that color. He looks good enough to eat.

February

how long do we have? | She Ra | Adora/Catra | 1,539 words | “The war is over, Adora,” Catra tells her. Adora hums. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

March

only fools rush in | The Adventure Zone | Taako/Magnus | 5,209 words | “Okay,” Taako says, sitting down heavily. “So. Ancient ritual to… bring people together?”

til my lungs both billow out | The Magnus Archives | Jon/Martin | 748 words | The knife goes in. The tape runs out.

the echo, as wide as the equator | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 2,927 words | “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whispers after it is done.

April

N/A

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

January

1685 words of Buzzfeed Unsolved, tattoo AU

February

N/A

March

3121 words of Magnus/Taako, Stolen Century verse Posted!

April

852 words of Steve/Billy

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

January

got the morbs: sad/somber songs for sad/somber people

2021: a mix for the year that comes after 2020

Sahara Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Spanish Sahara

Fire Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Play With Fire

Consequences Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Consequences

Paradise Baby: a mix for songs that sound like Paradise Valley

Real Boy: a Zagreus playlist

February

N/A

March

only fools rush in: a taako/magnus playlist

pomegranate seeds: a persephone playlist

make them bow: a megaera playlist

fuck feelings: a taako playlist

til my lungs both billow out: a jonmartin playlist

April

i am my mother’s savage daughter: a playlist for the girl

#heather says what #heather writes #scrapbook #2021

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What would a dragon look like if their nose grew really long like Pinocchio?

hope this helps

#drawing in the rain #ask #ty for the ask i think #who was this #taz dragon asks are open #and whatever this is LMAO

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unfolded73 · 4 years

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How Do We Get Back (14/16) - schitt’s creek ff

Surprise! I’m posting early because with Thanksgiving approaching, the rest of my week is slammed.

Summary: In a literal alternate universe where the Roses escaped financial ruin, David and Patrick struggle with loneliness and a sense that something isn’t right. A chance meeting in New York and a terrible tragedy drive them to question whether the timeline they are on is the right one. Explicit, this chapter 3.8k words. (ao3)

Okay, I have a lot of notes on this chapter, so listen up!

1. Thanks to @j-philly-b for giving this chapter a careful read to make sure the plot made sense. Oh god, so much plot to tie together here. It gave me hives.

2. I’ve mentioned several gods from actual mythology in this fic, but Istus is from Dungeons & Dragons. So thanks to Griffin McElroy and The Adventure Zone for the characterization and even a couple of her lines, which I lifted out of the TAZ: Balance arc.

3. As I posted a week ago, this is what I’m picturing for Istus.

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Chapter 14

It was still raining when he woke up the next morning, and Patrick had to admit that he wasn’t in any hurry to go out and search for their mysterious homeless woman. He looked over at David, still asleep, his cheek pressed into the pillow and his hair sticking up in a tangled mess from his head, stubble dark on his cheeks. I’m in love with him, Patrick thought. It wasn’t a maybe for him, not now, not after last night. He would have been happy to just spend the day in bed, not thinking about what was going on in the outside world. Not thinking about the fact that something supernatural, something that didn’t fit into his analytical worldview, might have touched his life. He’d finally found the person that maybe he was meant to be with, and he wanted to just enjoy that for once. He wanted to protect it from the world.

David, in contrast, woke up to his phone alarm with determination on his face. He wasn’t even deterred when he discovered that Seamless was down and that he couldn’t get breakfast delivered, and he sent Patrick out to pick up food while he got ready for the day. By the time Patrick returned with egg sandwiches balanced on top of a tray of coffee cups, David was sitting at the table, studying something on a laptop computer and making notes in his journal.

“You didn’t see her, did you?” David asked as Patrick shook out his umbrella.

“No, but I saw a scary number of police cars, given that I only walked two blocks.” Patrick sat down with David and began unwrapping his sandwich.

“There are a fuckton of homeless shelters nearby,” David said. “This may take a while.”

It did.

A lot of the places that had popped up on google when David searched ‘homeless shelters’ weren’t actually that: they were thrift stores or soup kitchens or the offices of volunteer organizations. By asking around, they were finally able to find their way to a few shelters where they might find their missing woman, but by mid-afternoon, they’d had no luck.

The rain had finally let up, but David’s earlier determination was clearly melting away. “Let’s go back to the apartment and rest for a bit. Maybe she’ll turn up in your neighborhood now that it’s not raining.” He gave David a quick kiss on the cheek.

It almost wasn’t a surprise when they turned the corner toward David’s building and there she was in her usual spot.

As she watched them approach, her shoulders sagged with what looked like relief.

“You went there, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Went where?” Patrick asked. Let her say the name of the place if she really knew so much.

“Schitt’s Creek. Where all of us belong.” the woman responded.

“How do you know all this?” David asked.

“I’m a technopagan. I’ve known for years that the timeline took a wrong turn, and the people I work with online narrowed it down to the fortunes of your family. My mission was to come here, David; to watch you, to try to nudge you in the right direction.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Now… if you want to know more, some food and a shower would be appreciated.”

David grimaced.

Patrick put a hand on his arm. “Why don’t you go pick up some food and I’ll take her up to the apartment, okay?”

David pointed to the woman’s cart. “That doesn’t come into my apartment.”

“Okay, David,” Patrick said with two quick pats on David’s shoulder. “Maybe get me a reuben?”

David made another face. “Incorrect, but I’ll get you a reuben.”

“What’s your name, by the way?” Patrick said as he accepted David’s key and ushered the woman toward the building.

“It’s Gwen.”

~*~

“I’ve been here in New York for almost a year. My husband doesn’t know anything; he probably assumes I’m not coming back. Although if you two can fix things, maybe it won’t matter what happens on this timeline.”

That’s what she had said to him months ago, Patrick remembered as he chewed a bite of his sandwich, that he needed to fix things. “What makes you think we can fix things?”

“That’s what all the portents tell us,” she said mysteriously, which didn’t really answer anything at all. It seemed like the kind of thing that someone who termed themselves a ‘technopagan’ would say, whatever that was.

“I don’t understand why my family has anything to do with anything,” David said.

“Why has the fact that your father didn’t lose all of his money led to the downfall of society?” She laughed, running her fingers through her drying mop of gray hair that looked way overdue for a trim. “If I could answer that, I’d be leading our coven, not living rough on the streets of Manhattan, believe me.” She took a big bite of her sandwich, and then proceeded to continue talking while she chewed. “My people have been trying to answer that question for ages. A million tiny things changed when the Rose family continued to live as they had in New York. Moira Rose had acting roles she wouldn’t have otherwise had. Johnny employed people he wouldn’t have otherwise employed. Eli went to jail and interacted with other white-collar criminals he wouldn’t have otherwise spoken to. Alexis traveled places she wouldn’t have otherwise traveled. You sold art that wouldn’t have otherwise been sold. Any one of those things, or a combination of them, has sent the world down a path that’s just a bit darker than it should have been. It’s chaos theory.”

“I still don’t get how you know all of this,” Patrick said.

“I lived there, dummy. You’ve been to Schitt’s Creek, so I don’t have to tell you about that place, right? There are a few places around the world that work that way. Windows to parallel worlds. And I have ways of quite clearly seeing how things were supposed to be: the Rose family there and the town revitalized by your presence.”

“The store?” David asked.

Gwen nodded. “Among other things. I mean, I would have preferred Christmas World, but you can’t have everything. And people love Rose Apothecary; some of them drive all the way from Elmdale to shop there.”

Patrick snapped his fingers, suddenly remembering. “You’re Bob’s wife!” He recalled the town gossip not long after he’d moved to the town, that Bob’s wife (Bob of the eponymous garage) had left him.

“He’s been clueless about all of this, poor lamb,” she said. “And then I was summoned here, so I had to drop everything and go.”

“What was the plan?” Patrick asked.

“I only got pieces of it; the leaders of the coven aren’t exactly forthcoming. I do know they’ve been trying to get you two together in the same place for a while. Attempts to lure David to Canada didn’t work; I myself spent at least a month in the public library crafting emails to David about art shows in various parts of Ontario.”

“I don’t read spam,” David said.

“When Patrick got married, we were pretty disheartened, but then he took that business manager job and the goal became getting him to a conference here,” Gwen said.

“Wait,” Patrick said. “The conference in Hoboken was you?”

“I mean, it was a real conference, but I did send some of the emails about it to you,” Gwen said. “And to your boss.” She put the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. “Then it was just a matter of getting David to a bar where you could run into each other. As I understand it, someone hacked your Tinder account.”

“Oh my God,” David said, and Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that in the midst of all of this, David had the space to be offended about the integrity of his Tinder account.

“So we met because of these techno-wiccans?” David asked.

“Technopagans, and yes.” Gwen grinned at them. “I mean, we couldn’t make you actually hook up with each other, of course. That part of was all you two.”

Patrick grinned back, images of those nights flashing in front of his eyes, but David’s face had gone ashen.

“What about Alexis?” David said quietly.

“David—” Patrick began.

“No, because we hooked up but then we went our separate ways. The thing that brought us back together was Alexis dying. Did the technopagans do that too?”

Gwen shook her head. “No, absolutely not. We don’t murder people,” she said emphatically and she looked like she was telling the truth as far as she knew, Patrick thought, but she didn’t know everything. She’d admitted that she only saw pieces of the operation.

“So what do we do now?” Patrick asked.

“You go to this address,” she said, grabbing David’s diary and pen and flipping it open to a blank page. David’s hands twitched like he wanted to rip it out of her hands and was restraining himself. Once she’d written the address down, she handed the diary to David.

He raised an eyebrow. “Nice neighborhood.”

“Well, she is a goddess. What do you expect?”

~*~

David looped his arm around the subway pole, trying not to touch anything with his hands. He hated the subway. It was dirty and smelled bad and germy people stood way too far inside his personal space. His other hand was clutched in Patrick’s as they made their way uptown.

“Maybe I should have tried uninstalling the app and reinstalling—”

“David, it seems pretty clear that Uber is no longer functional, at least in New York,” Patrick said.

“Then we should have taken a cab.”

“Did you see any cabs?”

David pouted, his eyes darting around at their fellow passengers again, trying to assess if any of them were ill with a communicable disease.

Finally, the doors opened at their destination, and David and Patrick pushed their way out into the 77th Street station, making their way over to the nonfunctioning escalator. They climbed the metal stairs and emerged into the early evening twilight, walking east.

“ID please,” said a bored police officer standing by a crowd control barrier.

David reached for his wallet. “What is this?”

The police officer took his driver’s license and stared at it. “You don’t live up here; I can’t let you through.”

“Show her the address, David.”

David opened his diary and showed the police officer the address that Gwen had scrawled inside it. “We have an appointment at this address,” he said, hoping that the police officer didn’t ask the next logical question, which was ‘with whom?’ Because David had no idea.

Instead, the officer looked back over her shoulder, where the brownstone they were headed toward was only another half block away. She sighed. “I’ll escort you, but if you’re lying to me, you can expect to spend tonight in jail.”

David met Patrick’s eyes. Were they expected? Reluctantly, he squeezed through the gap in the barrier that the cop widened for them, Patrick following. The cop set a quick pace despite her stature, and David trotted a little to keep up. She stomped up the stairs to the door and rang the bell, eyes darting back to the post that he suspected she wasn’t supposed to have abandoned. David and Patrick stood two steps down from her, like street urchins looking for a place to spend the cold night.

The woman who opened the door was strikingly beautiful. She wore a peasant blouse and a long floral skirt, bare toes sticking out beneath it. She had an astounding number of tight, black braids on her head, some of them piled up in a messy topknot and some of them hanging down past her waist. Deep brown eyes took them all in.

“These gentlemen say they have an appointment at this address,” the cop said.

“They do,” the woman said, nodding. “David, Patrick, it’s so good to see you finally. Come in.”

The police officer nodded. “Have a good evening, then,” she said before hurrying back up the street.

The woman stood back, opening the door wide, so David took Patrick’s hand and walked through the door.

She led them down a dark hallway to a small room, where a rocking chair stood before a crackling fire in the fireplace. “Sit down,” she said, gesturing to a couple of high-backed, overstuffed chairs. Dropping each others’ hands, they sat.

It was a nice, cozy house, but every time David tried to look at something specific, like a hanging on the wall or a knick knack on a shelf, it seemed too far away and blurry to bring into focus. Meanwhile, the woman seated herself in the rocking chair, picking up some knitting from a basket and moving it to her lap. The needles started to move, almost too quick for David to follow. His eyes followed the… scarf?... from the woman’s hands to where it trailed down into the basket, and then beyond, into… well, he couldn’t really see where it ended. Maybe it didn’t end. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

“My name is Istus. Some people call me the lady of fate. Some call me the goddess of destiny. But Istus is fine.” She smiled a small smile. “I must say, the two of you are just in time.”

“Goddess,” Patrick said flatly. “I’m sure you can understand my skepticism.”

She chuckled, the rhythm of her needles never stopping. “You’ve seen your alternate futures. David, you saw first hand the connection that the artist Carmen Herrera had with the ethereal plane. Patrick, you heard Ash talk about Hela and her worshipers in Norway. Even Gwen’s technopagans are divinely inspired, after a fashion. Is it really that hard to believe in me when I’m sitting right here in front of you?”

“But you could just be… you know. A person,” Patrick said.

“Could I?”

And no, no she couldn’t. No human being had ever been as beautiful as Istus was, the perfection of her brown skin and the angle of her eyes and the shape of her lips. An actual, literal goddess. David felt a tear slide down his cheek.

“Ironically, the sickness of the world has made us more powerful, although I don't like to brag. But humans are starting to notice us more, worship us more, and… I’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of nice? But it’s not the way things are supposed to be.”

“Okay,” David said to prompt her to go on.

“You’ve been to a liminal space and gotten a glimpse at another reality, a better one. Well,” she said with a tinkling laugh, “maybe not better from the perspective of the Rose family fortune, but better in other ways. It’s unfortunate that you’ve seen something you cannot have. Most humans aren’t ever burdened with that kind of knowledge.”

“You’re the one who said you were a goddess of time and fate or whatever,” David said. “So fix it. Undo it and do whatever it takes to get us to that place.”

“David, if it were that easy, the world would have been a lot less shitty a long time ago,” Istus said. “Do you think you’re the first people to come to me and ask me to change the past?” She smiled to herself. “There was a famous comedian who feared that he’d inspired the current U.S. president to run for the office by making fun of him at the Correspondent’s Dinner. He came to me and asked me to undo it. But when he understood the price, he backed out.”

“What was the price?” Patrick asked.

“Uncertainty.” Her needles paused long enough for her to run a hand down over the scarf. “I can pick out the threads of a certain event, but other things will change, and even I don’t have enough power to control for everything. So in that case, yes, I could make it so that he never made those jokes. But I couldn’t guarantee that his children would still be born. In fact, it was very likely that they wouldn’t be. Other children, perhaps, but not the ones he already knew and loved.” She shrugged, resuming her knitting. “He couldn’t go through with it.

“I can make certain that Eli gets away with his theft, and that will almost certainly drive the Roses to Schitt’s Creek, which with any luck will set civilization on a slightly less terrible path. I’d even lay good odds on that saving Alexis’ life, if for no other reason that she won’t be on that yacht. But I can’t guarantee she won’t die another way. And I certainly can’t guarantee that the two of you will ever meet. In fact, I’d say it’s highly unlikely.”

David looked over and met Patrick’s eyes.

“But I went to Schitt’s Creek in both realities,” Patrick said, and David could see the effort he was making to treat all of this like it was a reasonable topic of conversation. “This one, and… and the one we dreamed about.”

Istus made a scoffing sound. “Coincidence. The odds of you ending up in Schitt’s Creek after you ran away from your engagement to Rachel are…” She held up her fingers to her face and counted on them for a moment. “One in one hundred seventy thousand.”

“So I’ll track him down,” David said. “I’ll find him.”

“You won’t do anything of the sort, because you won’t remember him.” She rolled her eyes. “I know you’re new at this, but try to keep up. What you’ve asked me to do is unweave time to the moment that Eli gets away to the Cayman Islands with your father’s money. You won’t have ever heard of Patrick Brewer, so how can you track him down?”

“Can David and I talk alone for a moment?” Patrick said, standing up.

Istus shrugged. “Certainly.” She indicated the door with an upturned palm. “The rest of the house is at your disposal.”

Patrick pulled David up out of his chair and marched him down the hall into a sizable kitchen. As soon as they reached the center island, Patrick swung around and pinned David down with a serious stare.

“I still don’t know if I believe any of this, but if you can save Alexis, and I guess the world, then you have to do it,” he said.

“No, I know, but…” David fumbled with the hem of his sweater. “She could be lying. There could be a way to save Alexis and have you too.”

“I don’t think she’s lying.” Patrick huffed. “I think she might be certifiably insane, but I don’t think she’s lying.” He put his hands on David’s biceps. “Regardless, I’ll be fine. And you’ll have Alexis.”

David nodded, and there wasn’t any doubt in his mind what his choice should be. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t feel it in a rising lump in his throat, in a thundering in his heart and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He pulled Patrick in for a hug, and the feeling of Patrick’s lips against his neck as he let himself be pulled unlocked David’s tears.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, David.” Patrick squeezed him tighter, kissing his neck again. “And if I don’t get another chance to say it…” He pulled away and looked David in the eye. “I love you.”

David shook his head, another tear falling. “You don’t have to say—”

“David. I hope you know me well enough by now to know that I wouldn’t say something like that if I didn’t mean it. I know it’s soon, and that we haven’t spent all that much time with each other, but…” He laughed a watery laugh. “I don’t know, maybe I absorbed something from that alternate reality we dreamed about. All I know is that I’ve fallen in love with you, and you know what?” Patrick’s eyes flashed with determination. “I’ve just decided that I don’t care what Istus says, I’ll find my way back to you in any reality. I swear it.”

With a sob, David put his hand on the back of Patrick’s head and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. He opened his mouth against Patrick’s and tried to pour everything he was feeling into that kiss.

“This isn’t the last time I’m going to kiss you,” Patrick said when they finally parted.

David wanted to believe him more than he’d ever wanted to believe anything, but deep down he knew this was it for them. It brought him a burst of courage to say what was in his heart. “Maybe I absorbed something from that other reality too because I… love you. I’m also… I’m in love with you.”

The expression that bloomed on Patrick’s face was heartbreaking, and for just a second David changed his mind — let the world burn if he could just have Patrick, if he could lock himself away from all of it and just be with Patrick. But then he remembered his sister, he remembered Alexis, and he dismissed that idea. He’d never be able to forgive himself knowing he could have done something to save her and hadn’t.

“I’ll find you,” Patrick said.

“One in one hundred seventy thousand,” David whispered.

Patrick winked at him, a terrible wink that caused his other eye to half-close, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I can beat those odds.”

It was a lie and David knew it, but he clung to it as they went back into Istus’ den.

“Okay. Do it,” David said. “Make my family poor and save the world.”

Istus gave him a long look and then nodded. Holding up her knitting needles, she let a stitch slip off of the pointed tip of the right needle and drop. She pulled the needles apart, stretching the yarn, and the stitch continued to slip down, creating a long scar, a gap in the middle of the rows.

“If my sister isn’t alive in this new world, then I will make destroying you my life’s ambition,” David said, grabbing for Patrick’s hand for strength. He was feeling weak, and like his vision was narrowing, but Patrick’s thick fingers threading between his helped.

Istus laughed. “You won’t remember me, but I take your point.”

His vision was only a pinpoint now, and he squeezed Patrick’s hand tighter.

“And if it helps?” Istus said.

“What?” He’d lost his vision entirely, and he was no longer aware of his body in three dimensional space anymore. He was just a consciousness now, the apartment and Patrick and the world around him gone.

He heard Istus’ voice distantly, from down a deep tunnel. “David Rose. You’re going to be amazing.”

Chapter 15

#schitt's creek #schitt's creek ff #david x patrick #david x patrick ff #david x patrick fic #hdwgb fic #my fic

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donttouchmyasymptote · 5 years

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Old Enough To Read Again || Darabella

Happy Holidays, @eccentricextrovert ! I know you love Darabella (as well The Adventure Zone, which doesn’t feature at all in this fic, but I also love TAZ so let’s talk about that too sometime), so I wrote you some for the @eah-exchange <3

It took a good month for Daring to realise that dating- no, courting, Rosabella was a bit more than extravagant gifts.

To be fair, courting any princess at Ever After High was more than extravagance. For some, being born with a silver spoon in their mouths meant that the taste dulled their senses until they could accept no less than platinum. For others, raised by wet nurses and with dead mothers and distant fathers and the lived experience that a jewelled crown came with a political weight, every bit of gold seemed that of a fool’s. For many, they knew that if someone had to put a monetary value on marriage, and that they were priceless and deserving of things better than riches, like loyalty or trustworthiness, or like, really good biceps.

(Rosabella was pretty fond of his really good biceps, if linking arms on the way to classes or dates was any sign, so Daring knew he wasn’t doing too shabbily.)

And to be fair, Rosabella kept all of the gifts. She had a few expensive rocks tucked up on one of her bookshelves, and all the flowers placed in a vase until they expired their time. She shared chocolates with Daring, but not without small tangents on rising sea levels, on how dwarf mines were an unsustainable power resource, on how magical energy was not being harnessed in renewable ways and that the waste was spreading to other magical regions, most notably Wonderland, and because of all that, the fairytale universe was getting hotter and that wasn’t just because natural selection meant that only those regarded as most beautiful in their lands got shots at marriage, and that meant that the cacao plants were going to die out and with that so many sweets-filled destinies and--

Unfortunately, he only fixated on the most minor of parts. “No fear, Rosabella! We shall sort out this waste issue. Dragons fly vast distances, surely they can take any trash off to some far, far, far off land. I’m thinking America.”

To which, she had only lightly scolded and told him not to dump their own issues on other, unsuspecting people. “Think of the Ozians! They’re unstable as it is!”

The next time Daring bought her chocolate, he made a deal about it being Fair Fairy Trade, with practises, through what research he could do, that were environmental friendly and didn’t involve underpaid fae labour. When Rosabella kissed his cheek and called him thoughtful, he felt his heart warm up inside.

~*~

“Am I doing well?” he asked, when Rosabella came up to him after classes, handed him a coffee, and looped her free arm around his.

“What do you mean?”

He blanked. “Uhm.” Daring Charming did not lose grace in social situations. “I’m totally dashing and cool, right?”

“I like you, yes,” she said, and leaned up to gently kiss him on the nose. “You are the next Beast. I’d be a little miffed if I didn’t.”

Daring wasn’t confident with that response. Author Grimm-it, he was quite fond of Rosabella. He was determined to impress her, to stand out among Ever After High’s avalanche of handsome princes, but it seemed naught when all he had to offer was pretty when she was that too, and on top of it, clever and dedicated and knowledgeable…

“The next Beast,” the words ran in his mouth strangely. It had been a while since he realised that he would soon follow Rosabella in her destiny, and abandon what he thought was his future life for the past decade. With Rosabella, things felt right. “Rosabella, I’m sorry if I don’t quite seem as princely as I do normally. My real role is just a completely, fair-y, fair-y different role from the one I thought I had.”

“I think you’re doing royally well,” she squeezed his hand. “There’s a lot to being the next Beast. For starters, you’re no longer just a trophy husband.”

He looked down at his coffee. Trophy husband. Daring knew of princes who resented that term. He never did, but he would always pass by conversations in common rooms -- ‘no matter how the world sells the narrative, we are naught but prizes for princesses’, ‘it doesn’t matter how many witches or woods they endure, we deserve autonomy too’. Ill-complaints, he had thought. The World of Ever After was still tilted in princes’ favours. His roommate, Hopper, had once tried to offer his input to these common room rifes, but was shot back with ‘isn’t your princess meant to kill you in your original? No amount of revisionism will save you, amphibian boy’.

How did Rosabella know this term? She liked activism circles, didn’t she? How much she did absorb from these princes?

Just-- what a fascinating princess. So steadfast, always holding her ground. Daring felt like he couldn’t keep up. Sometimes, he wanted to just sit back and listen to her talk for hours. Whatever topic, whatever rant, that voice, that mind, her ideas.

“For an eldest son, you never had to do much outside of hero stuff, did you?”

Rosabella was right. Daring never really thought much about ruling. Destiny for him used to be so simple - be handsome, and be certain about being handsome. Kiss a princess, wave a weapon around or so.

He thought about Apple and the role of Snow White. He thought about how, once, he had to ‘rescue’ her. How simple it was - a quick kiss.

Did he ever think about Happily Ever After afterwards? Not really. Snow White had been named one of Faebes’ top world leaders for decades now, with pretty much a monopoly on rare Dwarf minerals. Apple was the one that would have been crowned queen; they were not meant to be joint monarchs.

“No…” he confessed. “I mean, I get good grades in Kingdom Management. But I used to think that Apple would handle the political side of things.”

She grinned, and loosened her looped arm to grab his waist and pull him in. “Good. You won’t have to.”

“Rosabella, don’t think so little of me!” he tried to amplify his voice to sound strong, but a slight whinge remained. “I am not completely useless--”

Having finished her coffee by now, Rosabella put her free hand on his chest. “No, no, I didn't mean to insult you. I meant, you won’t have to rule over anyone. We don’t have people.”

“... what?”

“Other than the castle staff, we don’t have subjects,” she said. “Beauty’s the youngest daughter of a rich merchant. My coronation will be an incorporation.”

Daring blinked. “Coronation… incorporation?”

And she explained. How, because each generation, the beast’s castle would be secluded, so when destiny was done and over, him and Beauty had to live and move into it. Twenty to thirty years was too short of a time to cultivate any stable population, so the kingdom was not remodelled into a county, but a company. It was a versatile move on her predecessor’s part, so that no matter the gender of the heir, their lives would be properly set up in a manner to fulfill the story accurately.

He never realised how much he failed to ask about her.

And to think -- the times she thought about him: how she got through all the list of action movies he loved, or how she remembered his ever-complicated drink orders and the moods in which he preferred them, or the efforts she put into being friendly with Dexter and Darling, and reminding Daring about their lives. No detail seemed to slip from her mind.

“A lot of words! A lot of thought!” he said. “No wonder you’re as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so smart. And well-read! I cannot keep pace with you all the time. It’s highly empress-ive.”

She beamed. “I think highly of you too.”

“I feel like every time we hang out, I learn more. I just… I just hope I’m not boring you. Maybe I should read like you, too.

There - her smile faltered.

Daring felt a very sudden, cold fear that he had upset her.

“I mean, other than for activism purposes, I haven’t really been reading. Legacy Year really thrones you in for a loop,” Rosabella took off her glasses and dusted them with a handkerchief - one that Daring recognised, for he had gifted it. “Too much time spent memorising crowns from birth to coronation, or looking into newly passed legislation. I want to read again.”

“You can read to me.” The response was instantaneous. “I like your voice. I like hearing you talk.”

“If I read to you, those aren’t my thoughts. But I appreciate it, Daring,” she smiled up at him. Even the roses that frequented her family castle’s gardens could not compare to her.

Daring recalled the warm feeling in his stomach, when Rosabella had kissed him for the Fairy Trade Chocolate.

“As a prince that should dash to every lovely princess’ needs, I will make time for you-- so you can make time to read!”

“We’ll start simple. Animal Farm.”

~*~

It had started out simple: hours spent under the trees in the Legacy Orchard, or Rosabella trying to read over the sound of the wind while dragonback riding, her voice starting to sound like a death metal song, or secluded areas of the Castleteria.

But the pages of the books dragged out longer, and Daring grew more eager for fiction, and by the time Rosabella cracked open a copy of Robert Iron Heinrich’s Stranger in a Strange Far, Far Away Land, reading already became an evening past-time on one of their couches in one of their dorm rooms.

At some point in these evenings, he would be comfortable enough to tuck his head between the nape of her chin and clavicle. Comfortable enough to have one arm across her waist, comfortable enough for his breathing to fall in sync with the weight of her words.

And eventually, comfortable enough to kiss for a bit, though never for long. There were books to get to, after all.

(Besides, Rosabella’s voice was perhaps one of the nicest things to fall asleep too.)

#ever after high #darabella #daring charming #rosabella beauty #eccentricextrovert #eahexchange

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nillial · 5 years

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goodnight -- 1.2k-- gen

a taz fic about magnus and angus having nightmares. it’s all good in the end, tho. ao3 link in the notes because tumblr doesn’t let posts with links show up in tags... rip

summary: Magnus has a nightmare. Just as he's preparing for another sleepless night, he hears the creaking of his bedroom door and a small voice that whispers, "Sir?"

Magnus has nightmares sometimes.

They’re about the Hunger, about its inescapability— about the century of newly-cleared static, still a little fuzzy around the edges— about his deaths and the deaths of his friends. Mostly, though, they’re about Julia.

Some of them are about the war. He doesn’t know exactly how she died, so his brain likes to fill in the gaps in the worst of ways. Sometimes, she’s face-to-face with a man they despise but who Magnus can’t recognize. She’s ready to defend Raven’s Roost like she always was, but, before she can say anything, he pulls out a dagger and slits her throat. Sometimes, she’s vengeful and heartbroken, and the buildings and bridges alight with flame only fuel her fury as she charges towards the opposing army. But she alone isn’t enough to fight her way to where the man, as cowardly as always, hides behind hundreds of soldiers. Sometimes she’s just going about her business in the Hammer and Tongs when she hears a thunderous booming noise, followed by a chorus of piercing screams. She feels the ground beneath her crumble, feels the building slide, feels an intense fear and panic she’s never felt before, and she doesn’t know what to do, or where to go, or what’s happening, and she’s so, so scared, and then the world comes toppling upon her, and there’s a sharp pain all over, and then everything stops.

The others are about the both of them together. Sometimes, they’re younger, vital, happy and blissful and content in their new relationship. Steven shoots them looks, but they’re more playful glares than scowls. Sometimes, they’re older, and Julia’s curly hair is more gray than brown. She sits on a rocking chair— walnut wood, of course— and she pets one of their many dogs, smiling at him, her laugh lines showing, and they’re happy. Sometimes, they’re in front of a fireplace, ageless, timeless, careless, and warm from the inside out. He’s at ease until he wakes and finds the spot next to him cold and empty.

Her face is a little different each time. The mole on her neck is on the left and not the right, or her ear piercings are higher than they should be, or her crooked tooth is on the bottom row instead of the top, or something that he can’t name is just— out of place. Magnus fears he’s forgetting what she looks like. He hoards the few photos he has left of her like a dragon hoards gold.

In every dream, he’s always with her in some way or another. In every dream, he can’t save her.

He wakes up one night with a film of cold sweat on his forehead. It’s nowhere near morning, but it’ll be a while before he falls asleep again. He should probably get a glass of water. Work on something. Calm down.

Just as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, he hears a soft knock at the door.

Magnus makes a grunt that’s halfway confused and halfway tired. His bedroom door creaks open.

“Sir?” says Angus, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I come in?”

Magnus peers through the darkness at Angus’s face, which is still halfway obscured by the door. He rubs his eyes and says, “Yeah. Yeah, of course, Ango. Come on in.”

Angus tiptoes inside, despite the fact that there’s no one else in the house except for the two of them. And the dogs, of course. Maybe he’s trying to be courteous for the dogs. He’s polite like that.

Magnus lives alone with his pets. His friends visit him nearly every day and he comes over to Taako’s on Fridays for supper with everybody, but he still lives alone. He’s not cynical about it. He has Steven and Johann and the rest of his animals, but he can’t help if he misses having roommates sometimes.

Angus keeps him company. He likes to crash in his guest room, which is, in actuality, more just Angus’s room at this point. Magnus built him a desk out of oak and a bookshelf out of maple wood. Despite his ample storage space, he still finds old homework and big textbooks and Scholastic titles scattered around the floor. He doesn’t mind. Angus is young and often in a rush. Besides, it makes the house feel a lot less empty.

Angus settles next to him on the bed, careful and soft. He’s wearing a pair of ostentatiously bright blue pajamas that Taako picked out for him. His glasses are askew, which makes Magnus wonders if he slept in them, or if he even slept at all.

“What’s goin’ on, little guy?” he asks him, his voice still groggy. Even through the dark, Magnus can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek— a nervous habit of his.

Angus, whose distress is already apparent on his face, says, “Oh— um— it’s just… it’s… it’s nothing. Sorry for bothering you, sir. I’m gonna—”

“No, no, Angus,” Magnus says, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder as Angus begins to stand. “It’s okay.”

His expression shifts from worried to calm to embarrassed in a matter of seconds. He averts his gaze to the floor and twiddles with his thumbs. “It’s stupid.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he replies.

“No, I will, it’s just…” Angus takes a deep breath. “Before I say anything, sir, you have to understand that I am not a kid anymore.”

Angus is eleven and, although he may be a boy genius, is most definitely still a kid.

“Okay,” says Magnus.

Angus looks around at the dark room, searching for anywhere that isn’t Magnus’s eyes, before he finally mumbles, “I… uh… I had a nightmare.”

He eyes over Angus and sees the glistening of sweat on his forehead— the same kind of cold sweat Magnus woke up with a few moments ago. “Oh.”

“There was— I— it was weird,” Angus continues. “We were— we were at the Bureau, I think, and everyone was there. And I mean everyone, sir. You were there, but so was Jenkins, and Grandpa, and my parents, and my friends, and... It was everyone I’d ever met. We were all running from— from something, and I— I was the only one left, eventually, and—”

“It’s okay, Angus,” he reassures. “Everything’s okay now.”

“I know that, sir, but I…” He takes a deep breath. “I came in here because… I think I’d just feel safer sleeping in here tonight. If that’s okay with you, of course, sir. I don’t mean to impose.”

Safety isn’t something that Angus is often concerned with. He breaks into the homes of mob bosses and follows around serial killers to gather clues. He’s recognized at several local militias for solving more cases than any seasoned investigator there. Kravitz, Lup, and Barry have found him sneaking around necromantic cult meetings on at least six separate occasions, two of which involved Angus blending in as a very tiny member and one of which involved him as the sacrifice. He’s more often curious than afraid. If Angus is scared, it means he’s terrified .

So, of course, Magnus scoots over, lifts the blankets, and pats the spot next to him.

Angus breathes a sigh of relief. He burrows under the covers and rests his head on the pillow. Magnus gingerly lays down next to him, careful not to stir him, but Angus doesn’t seem to mind him much. Within a matter of minutes, his breathing steadies into a slow rise and fall.

He smiles.

Magnus has nightmares sometimes.

But he’s not alone, and that makes things better.

(Magnus falls back asleep that night.)

#taz #the adventure zone #angus mcdonald #magnus burnsides #taz fic #the adventure zone fic #gen fic #to clarify... this isnt a ship thing #i just like the idea of angus crashing with magnus #all seven birds have one boy detective and they all have to share #also....#'you're depressed'#me rising from the depths with a 1.2k fic after a year and a half of nothing: COULD A DEPRESSED PERSON DO THIS #y'all have no idea how long i've been waiting to make that joke #lillian writes stuff #i have 20k more WIPs of taz fic so..... expect something soon #currently working on an angsty taako and lup centric one #almost done with it actually!! or maybe a little over halfway done depending on whether or not i add this one scene

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moonbeambucky · 6 years

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The Price of Gold (Part 3)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 3019 Warnings: flashbacks within flashbacks, fluff

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This doesn’t follow The Bronze canon though some film details are mixed with real world events. Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

PART 2 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Logging off your computer you looked around your desk to make sure things were in order, quickly unplugging your phone charger from the USB port before stuffing it into your bag. Heather caught up with you near the elevator, she was still overjoyed for your trip which you needed to get home and pack for.

“When was the last time you went back to Florida?” she asked.

Your mouth pulled to the side as you scanned your memories, “About three years ago, when my parents sold their house.”

They downsized to a condo in St. Petersburg near the water so your father could finally buy a boat and enjoy his retirement. You remember the trip vividly, coming down for a long weekend to assist with packing and finally clearing out your old bedroom.

As the cab turned down your block all of the memories of Spring Hill you had left behind suddenly hit, making your stomach uneasy. You couldn’t help but gaze over towards Lance’s old house, shuddering as you pictured the countless times you spent there.

Running inside your house quickly you hugged your parents, choking back tears as you saw how your childhood home was packed away into boxes stacked up in the living room. You looked out to the pool, a luxury you did not have access to in New York.

It had been retiled some years ago but otherwise it remained the same. It was the place you could go to de-stress, floating on an inflatable chair as you soaked up the sun’s rays, the place you had fun, laughing with friends as you jumped into the pool splashing everyone with a cannonball, and all of the times you spent there with Lance.

“One, two, three, go!” you said, kicking off the wall, moving your arms and legs in tandem as you swam across to the other side of the pool. Reaching the wall you saw Lance had stopped midway. “Come on!”

“I… I can’t!” he quivered, swimming back to the starting point of your impromptu race.

Lance stood up, reaching his arms back on the edge of the pool and pushed himself to sit, his feet dangled in the water as his head hung low. Swimming back towards him you did the same, nudging your wet arm against his. “What’s wrong?”

Lance wrestled with his emotions, he was ashamed, feeling too scared to swim in the deep end of the pool. He was ten years old, he wasn’t a baby anymore so why did he feel like one? He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed over the fact that he was scared or that you would find out the truth about why he’s insisted on playing games and swimming in the shallow end of your pool. He was certainly glad his father wasn’t there; he would have slapped him, told him to be a man and thrown him into the pool without regard.

Lance turned to face you, insecurity swirling in the blue of his eyes that matched the water below. The corner of your lips pulled into a little smile that matched the tilt of your head, the pleading look in your eyes reminded him that he could tell you anything and so he did.

“Trust me, I won’t let you drown,” you said, plopping back into the water and reaching your hand out for him to follow.

With hesitance Lance slowly slipped back into the cold water, swallowing a nervous gulp as he stared at you. Dipping his shoulders below the water he prepared himself to swim but quickly lost his nerve again.

“Lance I promise. If you panic I’ll help you.”

Fear took hold of him and Lance nervously chewed his lip. “What if you can’t?”

You firmly gripped his bony shoulders, speaking with the conviction of someone twice your age, “Trust me.” You loosened your grip but kept your hands on his cool skin until he nodded, a nervous smile making its way to his boyish face. “Besides, I’m a mermaid, remember? I’m Ariel and you’re Prince Eric.”

“But Eric drowned,” he added.

“Nooo,” you sarcastically said, “He almost drowned but Ariel saved him just like I’ll save you.”

His fear was still present but the kindness in your eyes helped Lance gain a bit of confidence and he was ready. You swam beside him, looking over to make sure he didn’t stop halfway or panic. When he made it all the way across he gripped the edge of the pool with one hand, wiping the water off his face. Pulling him in for a congratulatory hug he yelped, not wanting to slip away from the edge where his fingers were turning white with his forceful hold, but despite his minor panic Lance smiled. He was able to swim across because of you.

When entering your old bedroom you were surprised to see how it changed. Your parents had converted it to a guest room and office. Your furniture was in the same spot but now childhood trinkets that previously occupied the space were boxed away in the closet, replaced by decorative items like globes and vases.

It was the boxed items you were there to sort through. Pulling them out of the closet you opened them one by one, coughing as the dust scattered in the air. You made three piles; things to take back to New York, things to donate and things to throw away.

You set aside some stuff you hadn’t taken during your initial move from home, like old photo albums and your yearbook. You tried on a couple of clothes, and spent more time than anticipated as you read old notes you and your friends had passed during class before throwing them away.

The notes reminded you of the box you had yet to encounter, the one you remembered throwing everything in as tears streaked down your cheeks. There you were, face to face again with it– the Lance box. You stood unmoving, staring it down as if you were in an old Western shootout. Your heart beating rapidly as you faced your enemy, a stupid cardboard box, and yet it had the power to hurt you more than any bullet ever could.

Your fingers itched as you contemplated the box. You could just throw it out, place the whole thing in the garbage and never look at it again. It’s not like you needed anything in there, what could you do with Lance’s old shirt? Yet part of you yearned to open it, to travel down memory lane one last time no matter the consequence.

Sitting on your bed you placed the box in front of you, tugging open the folded cardboard to reveal the contents inside. Lance’s shirt was in there, crumbled up and covering most of items. It had an old smell to it as you took it out, shaking out the wrinkles to see Bugs Bunny and Taz in street wear, a ridiculous trend that had you laughing to yourself. Tossing the shirt into the donation pile you looked down at the box again and lost your smile.

An endless pile of photos of you with Lance stared back at you. You flipped through them quickly, not wanting to linger too long on the memory of each. The rest of the box was filled with random things, old notes, movie ticket stubs and even some old McDonald’s Happy Meal toys. Your heart sank however when you looked at your old teddy bear with Lance’s first gold medal around his neck. You remember how proud he was, not to have earned first place in the competition, but to give it to you just to see the smile on your face.

Tears stung at your eyes and you felt that was your cue to stop. You threw the photos back in, not bothering to move the toys to the donation pile, you wanted this box closed and thrown out. You hugged the bear, feeling the cold medal press against your skin as you silently said goodbye. A pang of guilt rang through you for placing the bear in the box with the rest of the memories to be thrown away. The bear’s dark plastic eyes stared back at you, silently screaming its innocence. You knew it had done nothing wrong and yet you couldn’t separate a silly teddy bear from the memories of Lance. A tear slipped out, running down your cheek as you sealed up the box and brought it outside.

Your mother recognized the box you carried and questioned if you wanted to throw it out. You scoffed at her. Really? She knew what happened and she has the audacity to question if you want to keep these memories? You grabbed large garbage bags to take back into your room for the donation pile, insisting you did not want or need anything in the Lance box.

After finishing your own items you helped your parents pack away the last of their things before you said a final goodbye to the place you grew up in. Your dad was ready to drive you to the airport, taking your suitcase to the car as you and your mother finished saying goodbye. She glanced over towards the large pile of garbage, her lips pressing together into a tight line as she eyed the box you had thrown out.

“Dorothy still lives there you know,” your mother said.

Your shoulders slumped down at her words, exhaling a heavy sigh. You were headed back to New York and with your parents moving you would never be back in Spring Hill again. If there was any time to say hello to Dorothy Tucker it was now.

“I can’t see her mom,” you said, struggling to keep your voice from faltering. It broke your heart to say it; Dorothy was like a second mother to you but after Lance that was all over.

Your mom wrapped her arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly before you got into the car with your dad, saying goodbye to Spring Hill forever.

Your apartment was upside-down as you packed for your trip. Two weeks. You’re scheduled– no, being forced into spending two weeks with Lance Tucker. Two days would have been enough for the story as you insisted to Sue, though two minutes would be too much for your liking.

With ear buds in you dialed your parents, slipping your phone into the pocket of your hoodie as you roamed about the apartment gathering things together to pack.

“Hey mom. How’ve you been?” you said, waiting for her response. “Yeah I’m good. I’m actually coming to Florida… Yeah an assignment,” you answered her, stopping in your tracks as she asked who you would be interviewing.

“I can’t say yet,” you lied, a trait you’ve been doing a lot lately.

You didn’t want her to rehash the past. Your mom had been the biggest supporter of you and Lance and though she was there to comfort you at your lowest point she also encouraged you to talk to him. She knew you were hurt but she didn’t think you should lose each other over what happened. Lance was immature but so were you, making a snap decision to end everything instead of talking through things. Your mother saw the big picture and she always thought you would end up with Lance, watching you grow up together, seeing your friendship blossom into romance, she was just as hurt when it ended.

“Maybe we can get together on my birthday,” you suggested as it would occur during your trip. You were hoping to get away from Lance for a bit to see your parents, anticipating yourself becoming upset by having to see him.

“Oh honey, if Dad and I knew you were coming down we would have switched our cruise,” she fretted.

“It’s alright, this was last minute,” you sighed, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, “I forgot about the cruise, where are you headed?”

You finished packing as your mom excitedly discussed her upcoming trip, pulling your suitcase next to the front door and staring at it with disdain. You travelled quite often for this job spending more time out of the office than in it, looking forward to every trip up until now.

Landing in Tampa you felt the heat the moment you stepped off the plane. The sun was stronger than you remembered, especially for the morning. You made your way to the transportation floor, having previously arranged a car service to pick you up for the drive to Spring Hill.

You felt overdressed as you walked through the terminal, seeing groups of people in casual clothing, shorts and flip flops. You would be making it to your hotel with just enough time to check in, drop your things off in your room and meet Lance for your interview so you had dressed accordingly, a beige blazer and skirt with a sleeveless rose colored blouse and heels to match.

As your driver kindly placed your suitcase in the trunk you took off the blazer, folding it neatly beside you. You pressed yourself back into the cool leather seat of the car, shutting your eyes to try and focus. You felt your stomach twisting itself into knots the closer you got to your destination. This was really happening and you dreaded the thought.

After arriving at your hotel you had a few more minutes to spare than expected so you quickly brushed your teeth, reapplied your lipstick and made sure you smelled good, not for his sake you told yourself. Grabbing your bag and laptop, you looked over yourself once more in the mirror, smoothing out your skirt and blazer. You can do this.

Lance had suggested meeting at a restaurant for the interview but you insisted meeting him at your hotel. Not that you were really keen on the idea of him knowing exactly where you were staying but you hoped things might progress faster if you just got right to business, not wanting to make any nostalgic detours if you ventured anywhere else with him. You were also hoping that the buffet area of this lovely Holiday Inn might make him a little uncomfortable, and thus concluding your time together at a much faster rate.

A wicked grin spread across your face as you entered the area. A deep red carpet with a muted gold design spread across the floor with an array of cheap wood tables complimented by green vinyl cushioned chairs surrounded the area. Generic artwork of flowers in vases hung around the room.

You marveled at how the hotel looks lost in an undetermined time, not quite the ‘90s and yet not quite modern either. It was the perfect setting to make Lance Tucker itching to get this over with, as you’d be subjecting the pompous “God of Gymnastics” to the meager value hotel graciously provided by your job.

Only one table is occupied, by a family of four whose exhausted parents look like they have been drained of their energy and can no longer attempt to calm their rambunctious children. Perfect! You leave a table in between yourself and them, not wanting to be too obvious with your plan. If Lance killed the interview completely maybe there was a shot you could recoup the interview with Neymar. You grabbed two bottles of water, specifically Zephyrhills, Florida’s “unique” tasting water, setting them down on the table, though you wished you could replace yours with Vodka to get through this.

Be short, be curt. Stick to the facts. This is business. Just business, you reminded yourself as you waited for his impending arrival.

Lance had an agenda as well as he had felt the bitter coldness of your words during your correspondence to set up this interview; you had clearly not forgotten the past. Lance hated thinking about that. He threw himself into being the best, gaining the spotlight, seeking the attention of others when deep down he only wanted yours. He spent plenty of nights alone with his thoughts, regretting what he did, what he didn’t do and what he should have done. But that was the past.

His future was uncertain in many ways and he had become too wrapped up with something that weighed heavily on his mind to worry about your hatred of him. So he decided to put on a show, be Lance “The Fucker” Tucker as he was previously regarded. If you continued to hate him that would make this easier, you would write your article on him and he would get the attention he needs for his gymnastics center.

His plan was easier said than done because the moment he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the table, standing out like a diamond amongst dull rocks, he almost broke down. He wanted to run to you, throw himself at your feet and let apologies pour out from his mouth as fast as the tears that threatened to fall.

He moved back, hiding behind a wall as he regained his composure. Remember Lance, remember the plan. He began to sweat, unzipping his blue track jacket to reveal a crisp white t-shirt. He dragged his hand down his face wiping harshly at his skin. Remember. He erased his frown with a cocky smile, putting on his sunglasses, unnecessary for the fluorescent indoor lighting but it helped him hide the truth he might not be able to hide. With his shoulders up and his back stiffened he took a few deep breaths before walking towards you.

Lance strides in confidently, swaying towards the table as his voice catches your attention, “Well, well, well, look who’s back in town.”

Suppressing an eye roll (and a profanity) you bite your tongue, scrunching your nose at the overpowering amount of cologne he wore. Forcing a tight smile you remain seated but gestured for him to join you at the table.

“Thank you for meeting me Mr. Tucker, I–”

“Cut the bullshit Y/N. Let’s get down to why you’re really here,” he smirked.

PART 4

#dragon’s3k3c #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker x you #lance tucker fanfic #lance x reader #lance x you

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glowstickia · 5 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged by @kineticallyanywhere

1. Nickname: Glow

2. Zodiac: ARIES

3. Height: 5′6′’

4. Last movie I watched: Thor: Ragnarok w/ a couple of buds :3 WAIT SHIT IT WAS SKY-HIGH FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT THAT I was just chilling on my couch the other night and it was fuckin on tv shit I can’t believe I forgot

5. Last thing I googled: something about Hogwarts Mystery because I’ve been obsessed with that game app yea

6. Favorite musician: Aviators, Poets of the Fall, Imagine Dragons, Amarante, Rise Against, uuuuh....I just fuckin love music? There is deffo more but like...I usually just like a single song ahha

7. Song stuck in my head: Well yesterday it was Square Hammer by Ghost; today its fuckin My Hallelujah by Autoheart

8. Other blogs: I HAVE MANY @tazglow (my taz blog); @eightfoldslibrary (paranatural fic archiving blog) @magicandmetal (my world build blog) @writingthyhandoff (just a blog about writing and junk) and then a few others

9. Do I get asks: Rarely. Very rarely

10. Blogs following: 136

11. Amount of sleep: .....6?

12. Lucky number: 4 & 9 ....birthdaaaay

13. What I’m wearing: pjs its like a t-shirt with ben & jerry’s ice cream and then plaid purple/white/blue pants

14. Dream job: I...uh don’t really know? I mean I love my job (even tho ho boy it drains me) but like....I wanna be a writer? like write a cool novel a lot of people talk about? yeah...that’d be nice

15. Dream trip: Well...I really fuckin wanna go to Ireland, Scotland, and Iceland. Just like....super bad. Those places are so pretty man (also Iceland...I just...wanna stand on two continental plates at the same time and say that I’ve done that lol bucket list) HOWEVER I just...would love to go on a road trip to like...idk that cool park in Utah with a couple buds. I REALLY need to like work on how I am during car trips but ye

16. Favorite food:

SOUP

17. Play any instruments: I used to play the piano. Learned how to read music through it. I also sing because your voice is technically an instrument HAHA

18. Languages: English....also VEEEEERY little French. Took it in high school and redid it in College. Duo Lingo can fight me

19. Favorite songs: I have like a playlist where I just have 1 song on repeat and if I wanna switch that song with another one...i go to the next one on the list lol

Repeat Time <- songs I regularly listen to on repeat

20. Random fact: My mom used me to cheat the reading system for my sisters growing up haha. My sisters both HATE reading. I’d constantly have my nose in a book...hell I remember reading some Charles Dickens books when I was like...8 or 9? (I wanted to be like Matilda and there was a summer read-a-thon at the library for like free pizza from pizza hut...ya girl got some pizza man) ANYWAYS, in school there were these like reading tests kids had to take and only certain books were like in the system...I can’t remember how many books you had to like do in order to pass or whatever but like I DO remember not wanting “to take the easy route” and just fuckin...do a whole bunch of tests about A Series of Unfortunate Events. Cause I had already read like 8 of them and like “no mom I wanna test on different books!” wait im getting sidetracked

SO LIKE...back to my sisters. One of them doesn't comprehend written words all that well and middle sis just...doesnt find books interesting (I still think she might be a little dyslexic). Cue my mom going to me at like 7pm the night before a paper for my sister is due and asking me “So, tell me the plot of [title of book]. Your sister needs to write a paper on it.” Which boiled down to my mom and I writing said paper so my sister can keep her grades up. I was also asked like...what the answers for those reading tests were and YEAH that’s the story of how my mom used me to cheat the reading system.

21. Describe yourself as aesthetic things: wrapped in the softest blanket of all existence surrounded by open half used and empty journals. Two cats are laying next to each other curling together for warmth as they purr quietly. A microwave beeps at you. Its soup time.

I tag: @saintdeanthomas, @luke-fone-fabre, @thestarjar, @gentlydetecting, @allislaughter, and um...fuck 21 is a lot so IF YOU SEE THIS AND YOU WANNA DO IT @ ME WHEN YOU DO KAY? I TAG YA!

#its not soup night but....im essentially a gremlin who hides in a blanket and eats soup #:V hey what up im glow and im a soup gremlin #as told by glow

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stillpartofthisworld · 6 years

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and death shall have dominion-TAZ

This isn't what dying's supposed to be like.

(Or: The boy detective becomes a boy reaper.)

lmao its on ao3

Part 2

i. Fin

We see Barry and Lup, back to back, and they’re just fuckin’ the Hunger up. And the camera pans upward and we see scenes of just- everyone , fighting this fight. We see Hurley and Sloane’s battle wagon driving around, just like- brake-sliding into Hunger that explodes into ash as they crash through them, and we see Klaarg and his family, like, run up a, a, a massive shadow and just start, like, picking it apart as they’re hanging off of it, and we see scenes of the world winning the fight.

{ 89:17 }

And then we see Angus.

He's laying on the ground, face up in what seems to be a dark spot of water on the ground. The camera focuses and we notice that the dark spot isn't water, it can't be water because it's blood, crimson rivulets of blood that spurt out of the boy detective’s stomach with every beat of his dying heart. His face is contorted, marred by the spasms of pure pain that shake his body and jar his very soul, slipping ever so slowly out of it's container. His senses are blurred and waning, yes, but he can still make out flashes of light emitted by spells zooming across his line of sight, can still hear the sounds of combat raging all around him and comes to the cold realization that no one was coming to save him. His chest heaves and expands and contracts, expands and contracts, expands and contracts.

And he can't expand again, he can't breathe as his organs shut down one by one, ending with his heart that fades out in his ears, his body going numb (thank goodness, thank goodness, he thinks) and his hearing slowly leaving him, as if his life was a speaker and someone had turned the volume off.

His last thought is that he had forgotten to close his eyes.

His first thought is that the world looked eerily beautiful in black and white.

Death is on standby, and it's because of this that Angus wakes up on the ethereal plane.

He wakes up next to his body, which both disconcerts and fascinates him. He stands and looks down at himself-not a scratch on him. His stomach is whole, unlike the bloody mess that was hanging out of his flesh on the ground beside him. He looks down at himself at finds that he can't do this and still stay sane and so he begins to move around.

It isn't long before he finds another body. And now, through Angus's eyes, we see a woman, hovering nervously over the monochrome, writhing body of a man on the Prime Material plane. He's being held down, screaming and bucking against the medics that try to start up healing spells. He drifts closer and notices the wound on his leg, spurting with bright red arterial blood. The man is also mouthing a name.

“Alice?” Angus says, and the woman looks over at him. She's wearing armour, the light steel of a battle caster.

“How did you-” She pauses and looks back at the man. “Oh. He's enunciating my name quite nicely, isn't he.” She smiles and tries to lay her hand on his forehead, only to slip through his form and she frowns. The student in him comes out before he can catch himself and he tells her that we're not real, ma’am, we can't interact with the living on the Prime Material plane . She seems to understand and acknowledge this, muttering that enchantment is her shit anyway before moving away from the man and towards something on the left, away from his line of sight. Angus follows and finds her body, now- all dust and embers and burning skin and he can't help but make a sick noise from the back of his throat and she laughs. “Not the best way to go, I'm sure.” She looks back at the man, who has stopped struggling but is now crying, tears rushing down his face as he repeats the same word over and over again. “The idiot tried to fight a dragon.” Angus raises a brow at this and she just lets out a sigh that says do you see what I have to deal with . “It was a small dragon, mind you, but it still took a bite out of him before trying to roast him for dinner.And,” She splays her hands out at her body. “You know the rest of the story.”

“You saved his life.”

“It wasn't the first time.” She sits down beside the man and he joins her, a useless bid in trying to comfort someone a universe yet an inch away. “We traveled together for a while, you know, and it was always him just rushing into things without thinking for a damn second.” She pauses, memory crossing over with story. “Just like that Magnus fellow in the Story.”

Magnus. The name draws up big grins, tight hugs and duck carvings he didn't want but still cherished. Magnus, the Protector. His name gives rise to several other names that give rise to several other memories that swirl around in his head and oh.

I'm dead.

He lets out a quiet sob, one hand over his mouth and the other clutching a chest that didn't hurt.

I'm dead. I'm dead and I'm never going to see them again am I-

The woman takes note of his distress and reaches out hesitantly before enveloping him in a loose embrace. Her form is solid but she’s not-warm and not-cold but it's something and he leans into it gratefully, heaving and gasping as the enormity of it all overtakes him. The woman hushes and cooes at him for a while before something in her breaks and she's sobbing as well, clutching onto his small form as they weep for what they have lost.

They cry and cry until something catches Angus's eye through the tears and he looks up to see light.

And… we see one of the shadows attacking Neverwinter stop in its tracks, and we see its form start to glow with a bright, white light. And then this shadow, along with all the others still standing, they all turn into light and drift slowly up and into the sky. And the rest of the army reacts too as the Hunger is spirited away, and the—the massive tendrils above, they glow white also as they begin to peel backwards, away from the sky, splitting apart at the top into long branches that—that arc downward, turning them into the shape of these great, light-filled, weeping willow trees. And then they explode in a shower of brilliant, slowly cascading balls of light. And they’re all bewildered by this scene, light reflected in Angus’s not-really-glasses and in the faces of everyone who put their lives on the line to defend this world and those who lost them in the process.

{ aprox. 1:50:00}

The world stops for a second. The man with the wounded leg looks up in shock before beginning to cry all over again, but at least this time there’s a smile on his face and the woman can’t help but stroke his hair lovingly. Her hand passes through his head but she keeps stroking anyway, humming a song he doesn't know but somehow reaches the man because he slumps into an exhausted stupor and she looks up and past him with wide eyes and so he looks.

Death was on standby, but with the defeat of the Hunger the Astral plane has once again been opened for business. One, two, dozens of souls now begin to drift toward the rift, and it's not long before he feels the pull as well, calling his soul to the sea where it came. The warrior looks at the rift, at her love, and then at him before patting his curls and silently slipping away, floating toward her final resting place.

He's about to leave as well before he hears his name.

“Angus!”

Standing ten feet away from him is an elf with an impressive hat and a shocked look on his face. He's all white as well, and for a second he thinks that he's dead as well before noticing the slight green of his tunic, the tinge of gold in his hair and understands that the Taako in front of him was very much alive and had just cast Blink.

Taako says his name again and he’s suddenly engulfed in a hug before he starts to get berated.

“How the hell are you dead, kid?” A flick to his nose. It connects but it doesn’t hurt, hands moving by muscle memory alone to cup it as he mutters “Sorry, sir. Didn't move fast enough I guess.”

“Out of all the saving throws, you just had to miss this one, didn't you?” The sentence makes no sense to him, but the elf just huffs and puts his hands on his hips. “You're lucky you're compadres with like, the best wizard ever because fret not, bubbeleh, Taako’s busting you outta this plane.”

“How?”

Two people ask this question.

One is Angus, who's eyes visibly widen when he sees the other appear from a rift behind Taako, scythe twirling and popping out of existence as the wizard turns and just says “Oh, hey Krav. How's work?”

“It's the end of the end of the world. What do you think?” He runs a hand through his dark hair but still manages to crack a warm smile. “I'm happy you're alright, Taako.”

Angus swears a bit of pink appears on the elf’s cheeks, but he just says “Who isn't, m’dude?”. The reaper, to his credit, just smiles even bigger and reaches up to adjust Taako’s hat. “So what were you saying about bringing a soul back?”

Even from behind the boy can see his teacher’s shoulders tense up in anticipation for a fight. “We're not reallly bringing someone back from the dead, babe,” He puts his hands on the reaper’s shoulders and moves closer. “The kid isn't in the Astral plane yet, so he's technically-”

“Still my responsibility?” Kravitz still has a pleasant tone to his voice but there's an edge to it now. “He’s dead, love. He can’t be brought back .”

“We can and we will,” The fingers on Kravitz's shoulders start to dig into his suit. “We've been messing with magic for a century, bubbleh, don't underestimate us.”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Kravitz takes Taako’s hands into his own and brings them to his chest. “But death isn't bound by magic.”

There's a heavy truth to that statement and he can see it a few feet away; his cold body, just entering rigor mortis, surrounded by the people he secretly thought of as family: Merle, burning spell slot after spell slot to try and repair the mangled mess that was his torso. Magnus, clutching onto the dwarf by his shoulders as if he could transfer energy by touch even though the whole thing is useless, just useless and he sees this realization in Lucretia, Lucretia who's just covering her mouth in horror (he knows she blames herself, he would give anything to tell her she wasn't).

His focus shifts back to the couple when he hears Taako’s voice crack.

“ Please ,” He's saying, the tone torn between begging and negotiating. “This one time. We saved the freakin world, we deserve this one time .”

“I'm sorry.” Kravitz's voice is low and quiet. “I'm sorry, I don't make the rules.”

“ Please .” Hands are fists that knock back against a chest and it occurs to the boy that this was never going to work and that, frankly, he wasn't sure if he wanted it to work.

“Uh, sir? I'm sort of dead.” Taako turns and gives him a look that says shut up Anges or I'll break your stupid nerd glasses but he forges on. “I mean, living would be great and all, but if there's no way to go back...I've made my peace.”

That was a lie, but Taako doesn't know this and his face crumples into devastation for a quick second before smoothing out into a pitying indifference.

“Magnus is going to kill me if I don't get you back.”

He looks back at the fighter, tears running down his face as he cradles Angus’s body. He looks small in Magnus’s arms, so very small and

“I know.”

“And you're never going to eat my world-class macarons, you hear me? You can haunt my ass all you'd like.”

“I know-”

“And-and-ah,” The wizard sighs and tips his hat downward, just enough to cover his face. “You know what? Screw it. I tried.”

“Taako-” Kravitz reaches for him again but before they touch Taako cancels the spell, popping out of and into existence in a heartbeat. He reappears beside Merle and he looks up at the elf expectantly before closing his eyeThe reaper sighs and summons his scythe again. He extends a hand and Angus takes it, watching in awe as Kravitz uses his other to tear open a rift in space. He looks down at the boy, an indescribable look on his face.

“I'm sorry this had to happen.”

Angus shrugs. “Not your fault.”

They step into the rift.

Angus McDonald died on the Day of Story and Song about two hours before sunset.

ii. Interlude

It’s familiar.

But not too familiar.

The rainbow hued waters that gently lap the obsidian sand do not perturb the boy detective as he steps out of the rift with Kravitz. Here, the Astral plane is dead silent, only half formed with a horizon that separates the not-sea from the not-sky that was a type of grey that reminded Angus of the steel of weapons.The water, while brilliant and enchanting, seems to be festering with something underneath the surface In the distance there is an island, the huge fortress that he instinctively knows as the Eternal Stockade, solitary and intimidating and somehow familiar at the same time. In the distance, there is another island, a smaller one with actual trees and grass in their normal viridian hue. This is the island that confuses him, and he asks Kravitz about it as they begin their trek away from the coastal line.

The man looks at the island, and then at him for a time before answering “That's...a reward.” He ends the conversation by picking up his pace, practically running up the slope that separates the land from the beach. Angus follows suit, scrambling to keep up with Kravtiz’s long strides. He crests the hill and suddenly in front of him is empty, empty, empty except that there is a gazebo made of ebony and bones , smackdab in the middle of the nothingness that made up most of the Astral Plane.

Kravitz sits down on one of the chairs and gestures for the boy to join him. He hesitates but obliges, sitting in front of him awkwardly.

This isn't what dying's supposed to be like.

Kravitz chuckles. “Not your idea of death?”

The boy's taken aback but his mind is already processing his words, reviewing Kravitz's demeanor, his posture, his speech pattern before it finally clicks.

“You're not Kravitz, are you.”

The reaper smiles, the sharp edge of his incisors flashing as skin parts to show teeth. When he speaks the baritone tenor is gone, replaced with a voice that seems to reverberate through the plane itself.

Took you a while to figure it out, detective.

Angus smiles sheepishly. “The whole dying thing has put a hamper on my sleuthing abilities, ma’am.”

Kravitz-the Raven Queen, rather-smiles again and nods their head in understanding.

Your death was not conventional, child.

They turn and look towards the pulsating waters, waves crashing onto the beach even though the rest of the ocean stands still.

Death is a constant with many forms. While all departed souls are in my realm, I do rely on my reapers to track down those who dare to escape inevitability.

The Queen extends a hand to the ocean waves and it’s like he's watching them on rewind, gathering themselves and falling back into the water. She turns back to the child.

Some escape their notice. Not many, but some.

Kravitz’s head is slightly cocked to one side.

Do you understand where I'm going with this, little one?

“You want me to become a reaper?”

A nod.

“Why?”

You are a child of many talents. It would be a shame to let go of a soul of your caliber so soon.

Something clicks into place in his brain.

“That's why Merle couldn't heal me.”

The Queen spreads Kravitz's hands, a gesture that is perhaps the closest to apology one could receive from a goddess.

To pull you from my domain would be a loss on my part.

“I see.” He supposes he could argue this, claim that it wasn't fair that he was brought in front of Death so soon so that a goddess would avoid "suffering a loss", but there's a part of him that shushes that notion, telling him that it was high-time he'd died anyway and that angering the Queen would be more trouble than it was worth. His fingers, once neatly folded on his lap are now separated, one on his chin and the other on his knee. “What do I get out of this?” He asks Death. “What’s in it for me?”

Time.

The word hangs in the air and in his mind. His mouth moves faster than his thoughts and he finds himself saying yes, yes, I accept and Kravitz starts to reach for him.

Flesh peels back to reveal bloodless bone and eyes roll back and disappear, a red fire igniting in the holes of his skull. Hands of bone caress his chin and rest on his cheeks, biting into his not-skin. Energy crackles through the specter, lifting his dark robes ever so slightly as the Raven Queen’s powers races across his body and floods into Angus.

And there is pain-part of him feels as if it's being ripped apart, gravitating towards the Queen and another part feels as if he's melting, skin he doesn't have ripping away to reveal bones he doesn't have. There is a moment, a split second between ripping and melting that he wonders if he can die a second time.

And then there is nothing.

And then he wakes up.

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Podcast Promotion + Behind-The-Scenes

Hey there everybody! I just made a post on my personal blog @cryptid-dragon about the super cool TTRPG podcast that my group of friends and I have been producing! I also wanted to share some behind-the-scenes tidbits/backstory for anyone who was interested, but figured that my TTRPG-specific blog would be the better place to share that stuff.

Long story short: The podcast is called Rolls of Fate, you can find us here on Tumblr @rollsoffate, as well as on Youtube and on Spotify and probably wherever else you usually check your favorite TTRPG podcasts out on! Please check us out, we have two episodes out so far (An introductory Episode 0 as well as an Episode 1) and it would just mean the world to me if our podcast got a bit more of a following.

Our group consists of the following members: @lindseysdede as GM, @cryptid-dragon (me!) as Briar Valentine, @likilikiwoohoo as Evie Castle, @mintomato as Iris, @allftgame as Moss Curtis (First appearance: Episode 1), and @clovercanada as a character who I can’t name yet because said character doesn’t come in until like... Episode 20. Which I explain more later in the post.

And now... for the meat of this post... the behind-the-scenes info:

For almost a year now (it’ll be a full year this Sunday, actually) my friends and I have been recording a game of Monster of the Week (a TTRPG our GM and I first discovered through TAZ: Amnesty) to turn into a podcast, and a couple weeks ago our Episode 0 went live. Last Saturday, our Episode 1 went live. And a week from tomorrow, our Episode 2 will go live. We’re posting on a biweekly schedule.

This project has meant a LOT to me for the past year, and it’s been one hell of a journey. It took a couple months before we were even sure we could go through with the project, due to the several things:

1) we lost all of our GM’s audio for the very first session, which we feared would make it unusable until we realized we could just make a recap episode that salvaged some of the player audio.

2) we actually had another member who was going to be a part of the group, and she played for the first two sessions before leaving and deciding she did not want her voice or character to be included. At all. And to respect her wishes, we had to edit around her and her character, which while difficult ended up proving possible.

Because of these things, Episode 0 is a bit of a recap of our first two sessions, and unlike the rest of the episodes where I have been the main editor for it, our GM actually took it as her own personal project, since she had to script and record narration to help explain things that would have been missing (though due to having to ret-con an entire character out of existence, some small plot-holes and awkward lines remained. We did our best lol)

Episode 1 is also out, and it is in the style that the rest of the episodes will be in.

A little bit more behind-the-scenes that I can give as both the Editor and Illustrator for the podcast: As-is right now, I am currently about halfway through editing the 18th Episode of the podcast, though I had to stop and go back to remaster some of the older episodes. I needed to update some of the illustrations I just wasn’t as happy with anymore, as well as clean up the earlier episodes audio to the standards I was going for now.

When i first started, my editing skills were pretty rusty and I was getting a hang of the program again, so there were a lot of things I needed to clean up when I went back and redid them, but I’m so happy that I did. The episodes are much more polished now, and I’d like to think that it makes it easier for our GM to do her work finalizing the episodes (she does the final touches in the editing, including cleaning up any errors that slip by me as well as creating/adding music and other sound affects to the episode)

The reason that I know our latest player to join the group comes in around Episode 20 is because every session we record makes for roughly 2 episodes, and I know I’m working on the last session recording before he officially joined the game.

And I believe that’s everything I can share without giving any spoilers! I’ll likely be posting about the podcast a bit here when I can, as well as reblogging the episodes like I already have been.

I also have a blog for my character @briar-valentine-the-spooky, so if you’re interested in learning more about him, check it out and feel free to send in questions, the ask box is open! Just know I can’t answer anything if it’ll give spoilers for episodes that aren’t out yet, lol

And one last thing! As episodes come out, I’ll sometimes be posting illustrations of characters (mostly NPCs) onto my art blog @artisticaromantic, which I’ll probably remember to reblog here but in case I forget, feel free to follow me over there to see them when I actually post them. I’ve already posted a bit of art for the podcast over there, just check out my Rolls of Fate tag.

#rolls of fate #podcast #signal boost #shameless self-promotion #LGBTQIA+#Queer TTRPG podcast #queer podcast made by queer folk #ttrpg podcast #motw #Monster of the Week #ROF

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