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#Of A Feather
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A Dead Man's Guide, Book 3, will be called "Of a Feather" and the first chapter is posted now.
Here's a sneak peak:
Harry opened his mouth, ready to assure Sirius that Grimmauld Place was perfect—that Sirius shouldn’t worry, because anywhere was better than the Dursleys and Harry would have been happy to live in a shack or a cave or a hole in the ground if it meant being with Sirius rather than them—but before he could speak, there was a loud crack, abrupt enough to make Harry startle.
And then there was an elf.
The meanest, rattiest looking elf that Harry had ever seen—not that he’d seen many, but still. Harry had thought Dobby’s pillowcase clothes were bad enough, but whatever thing this one was wearing was about ten times dingier and full of twice as many holes. His back was hunched, hands curled in and gnarled—whether from age or old injury, Harry couldn’t be sure—and his skin was wrinkled, ears wilting. The glare he leveled at Harry was nothing short of murderous.
“Master Blood-Traitor is bringing tainted filth into this great house,” the house elf spat, turning his glare on Sirius. “Ruining the Black family name. Bringing shame onto the family. Oh, Mistress would have skinned you, yes. Would have skinned you for bringing trash into the ancestral home.”
“Kreacher—” Sirius started, voice raised and temper flaring.
“Incredible,” Harry said, awed, the words slipping out without thought. Sirius’s head whipped towards Harry, and Kreacher’s followed at a much slower pace. “He’s like the exact opposite of Dobby. Like if Dobby had an older counterpart from a dark dimension.”
Sirius blinked at him. “What.”
Harry shook himself. “Sorry, just thinking about this other house elf I know. Very sweet. Well-intentioned. Did, accidentally, almost kill me once, but we’re good now.”
“What.”
“There will be no almost,” Kreacher said ominously, eyes glinting.
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galactic-milk-jug · 2 months
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Inside her room was a bright naive child-like wondrous world of color. Her wings were a brilliant white, her skin a fair ivory color, her hair a glorious coffee brown and her eyes a cobalt blue. In her hand was a wooden toy sword and before her was a bag mannequin, holding its own shield and mace. Her stance stood firm, a foot before her and a foot back. The decoy stood no chance as the flying zip came before it could react. Finally, the toy sword took its aim and removed the soldier's head off its shoulders. The flier bounced from the corner of her room and behind the mannequin, her sword stabbing into the flimsy backing of the doll. Once the bag fell to the floor in defeat, the girl removed her sword and folded her wings.
An applause erupted the silence. Out of the shadows came a darker skinned Aviarian with mint green wings and brown curly hair pulled into a tight bun behind her head. "Good job, Ludibrio," said the Aviarian. "Though your speed could use some more control."
On her body was silver armor, the crest of the royal kingdom broad on her chest: a pair of wings that carried a heater shield with two curves at the very top. The shield itself was colored in four equal parts; a fiery red, a calming arctic, a pearlescent white and an enlightening yellow.
The princess bowed her head to show appreciation of her praise. "You taught me the best there is, Captain," the princess said gratefully. "And I've more to teach you as you grow," the woman added.
The captain moved to the head of the mannequin and lifted it from the floor. She placed the removable head back to the piston neck that carried it. A click settled the jawline into place and the decoy was ready to take another battle under its fabric purple wings- whose nocks were coming loose anyways.
She kneeled and patted the princess's hair down and smiled. "Why worry about fighting when you're so young?" She inquired. "Enjoy your youth. One day, it will be the most precious thing you own..."
The princess smiled back brightly. "Promise me you'll live through every moment. I want to see you flourish like the winged warrior you are." Ludibrio pondered for a long moment. Then she nodded with the same caring grin; "I promise, Vigilia..."
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kdragon-art · 1 year
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Hey yea I totally didn't forget to post this Harpy on 26. January when I drew them for the 2 year aniversary for when they were last relevant.
Anyways thanks to all the guys at @hlvrai-oaf-au , it's been real fun while it lasted :]
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Of a Feather’s epilogue is up!
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citrusbunnies · 2 years
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why is a good part of wow fics just porn i dont want to read porn i want more fics like of a feather by mysdrym yes this is me staring directly at you and telling you to read my favorite fic please it deserves so much love
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qwanderer · 2 years
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Definitely have a lot going on in my head today. Current events are rough and discussing them with family today both helped and made it all feel more real.
Also got to discuss the novel with my editor, who is pretty thrilled with it! It's going to need some serious work especially in the wrap-up, but just hearing her talk about it is like, I gotta hide, I can't take this, you're gonna give me a swelled head!
I'm really proud of it, and I think I want to give querying it out a decent chance before I go the self publishing route. It would be great to have someone on my side marketing wise again.
Came home, put down my stuff, realized I don't have to leave my apartment again for two days! Excellent. Time to get caught up on chores and rest.
I have some mixed feelings about the fic I've been writing. I've known for a while now that it's not trying to be great storytelling. I've been prioritizing that kind of energy towards the novel, and I think that's been a good life choice. The fic is mostly for fun and to keep me sane, and it's been doing an admirable job at those.
Basically I'm going to keep posting because I want to, and because I do have at least a few readers enjoying it along with me. And I hope it's going to get more gripping once the stubborn knot of plot really starts to unwind.
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mcromwell · 5 months
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"Nihilist Heron" 12"x16" acrylic, conté crayon, wax pastel on reclaimed support
Herons have captured my attention lately. I love their feathers and shapes.
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shrubsparrow · 3 months
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I made an art/anatomy tutorial about birds! I hope people will find it helpful!
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clove-pinks · 9 months
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hey don't cry, ‘large’ creature with 20 arms found lurking in Antarctic sea, okay??
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talos-stims · 3 months
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photographybyhenrik on ig | source
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mariekins · 1 month
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that euphoric feeling i got when we’re laying in bed and he ran his hand down my stomach and said, “did you get skinnier? ..you got skinnier”
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its-kinda-snowy · 6 months
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- You're being ridiculous Crowley.
- C'mon Angel, you know its a good idea~
Some more MedievalOmens! This was very much inspired by @doctorscienceknows-blog wonderful comment on my previous medieval work
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bumbleboa · 3 months
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I saw one scruffy older Cora-san design and had to draw my take on it immediately, with a bonus Law to fill space.
You can say a lot of things about One Piece Odyssey, but it did give us a Law & Cora tag-team fight in which Law shambled to the location of Cora's bullets and that is just objectively cool.
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gorbling · 5 months
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went to salem and couldnt stop thinking abt this the whole time
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Last Line Tag/Heads Up 7 Up
Thank you to the wonderful @emelkae and @late-to-the-fandom for tagging me!
I’m going to do a short bit from Of a Feather, 21
Pelagos gives Avna and Bud a short nod as Avna points toward the southern gate leading out of Haven. He trots down the path, heading for the cave with the waystone in it, when he sees Liila sitting near the pond just south of the path. He is a little relieved that she has not gone back to the waystone again.
After all, it is not her fault that she cannot activate it.
It needs a living touch.
I’ve missed so many tags that I’m not sure who has already done this, so I’ll leave it as an open tag. Please tag me if you do it!
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mebis-art-dump · 14 days
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She is so cool
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