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mega-aulover · 2 years

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Sneak Peek Dragon of Midland

You know having a dragon isn't always what it's cracked up to be..., especially a sassy one named Peeta.

I'm working on my submission of @promptsinpanem here is a sneak peek: (if you haven't read it you can do so by clicking TDoM ) Warning it hasn't been touched by my beta @norbertsmom

**KPKPKPKPK**

Queen Verity had a massive army. And there were unconfirmed rumors that most were mercenaries from other lands. Closing her eyes she thought of the map, she studied daily. Thus far there was no clear way to lay siege to Highland Castle. Its walls were thick and some said protected by deep magic. Only a magical being could break through their defenses.

Haymitch said she had the ability to breach it, but her magic would be depleted. Their hopes lay in Peeta. The dragon could easily take down the walls once he was born. However, Katniss did not want to use Peeta. She didn’t want to think that this was his destiny.

Katniss did not want to have the blood of her people spilled, or for that matter the blood of the people of the Highland. But then again peaceful diplomacy had failed. The people of the Midland did not have access to food or water. The people of the Highlands had access to the land and to the water.

They could trade with others as they border the Iron Sea. The only territory they did not broach was the Verbotem Forest and the Western Mountains. No one from the Highlands was permitted to go there. There were stories of beasts of unnatural semblance called Muttations that roamed those woods.

Finnick was lucky to have made it back. He was a man now, a very good looking one. Her cheeks burned pink as she recalled his golden physique.

“I see you have a crush.”

The voice startled her.

Katniss looked around and then realized it was Peeta. She stood and walked to the egg.

“Now you wish to speak to me?”

Katniss could see the dragon moving within the black onyx egg. The voice within her head sounded young. However, Katniss felt that it was wise beyond its years.

He chuckled. “I do not like to share.”

“I am not some trophy to be won.”

“I did not call you a trophy.” Peeta was taunting her intelligence.

“But you are treating me as if I am chattel or a bed,” Katniss was getting angry. She had never treated anyone thusly. She had the utmost care and respect for everyone.

Peeta laughed at her outrage. “You are so innocent,” he said in a haughty voice.

“Take it back.” Her anger flared, and she could not understand why. She was tough and had done things she was uncomfortable with to better her people.

“No,” he purred.

“You mock me.”

“I am only being truthful with you.”

“No you are annoying me.”

Peeta laughed. “You will never mate with another human.”

“I must marry one day,” Katniss said, lifting her nose in the air.

“Is that right?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I have to…to think about available candidates. It is only natural that I find Finnick handsome.”

“Hmmm,” Peeta said. And if he were present Katniss would have sworn that he lifted his eyebrow, mocking her.

“I must produce an heir…and Finnick is fit. He could provide me with strong heirs.”

“So, you wish to marry.”

His voice was so cheeky. She stomped her foot. “Yes. I’ve always wanted to get married.”

“Liar.”

Her cheeks burned brightly, they were hot to the touch when her cool fingers flew to them.

“Be quiet!” Katniss demanded.

Peeta laughed.

Angrily Katniss stomped away from the egg and climbed into bed.

“Aren’t you going to say goodnight, sweetheart,” Peeta cooed.

Katniss growled in response, turning her back to him and went to sleep.

In the morning she was at practice.

She was dressed in all black with leather trousers, and chain mail. She spun around as Finnick swung at her with his sword. His skill with a sword had improved. Katniss thrust her sword using the flat edge of her sword and pushed him back allowing her to kick him in the back.

Finnick fell to his knees but quickly got up and hunched over. “You’ve grown as a fighter?”

“I’ve had to join the night parties to gather grain.” Katniss noticed the muscles in Finnick’s arms, and this tiny distraction put her in peril. Finnick was nearly on top of her before she felt a burst of energy pulsed from her amulet and knocked Finnick on his back.

“FINNICK!” Katniss ran forward.

Finnick groaned before he sat up. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Not just embarrassed,” Finnick said, giving her a grin. “When did you start using magic?”

“I didn’t. I’ve never…” She stammered. “It just happened.”

“I told you I don’t like sharing.” Peeta’s voice wound through her head.

“Oh, shut up!” Katniss replied.

“Sorry?” Finnick said.

“No, not you,” Katniss replied. “It’s the dragon.”

“He’s…” Finnick alluded as he touched his mind.

“Yes I can hear him again,” Katniss sighed. “He’s annoying.”

“Are you two done flirting?” Haymitch said.

Katniss felt heat rush to her cheeks. She could hear Peeta laughing at her. She wished he would be quiet.

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This is the map that I made of my fantasy world...enjoy!

#The Dragon of Midland #Fantasy #Hunger Games Fantasy #Fanfiction #Midevil #Katniss #Peeta Dragon #Queen Verity

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iosagol · 4 months

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I had a dream that there was a Loki who, upon being forced to choose whether he wanted to give in to the void like Kid Loki or wear that hideous crown like King Loki, chose to turn the crown into a motorbike helmet

And in the end credits bit when someone knocks on Verity's door, she opens it to find a guy in full motorbike gear with a box in his hands

"Who are you?" Verity asks.

"Me?" says the motorbiker, whipping off his helmet to show the face of a guy with dark hair, green lipstick, and a huge grin. "I'm the pizza delivery guy." He points to his nametag. "Call me Rob."

So yeah this Loki decides he's done with doing crazy god bs and breaks out of the narrative to become a pizza delivery guy by day and a biochemistry student by night.

#aoa loki #agent of asgard #what if marvel #verity willis #human lie detector. the best and only friend #moon queen and magic theatre #i had a dream #Rob the pizza guy #loki comics #Teen loki

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lunar-eclipse-cos · 6 months

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After Loki S2, I decided to go back to my roots to cope. And by that, I mean go back to the Loki: Agent of Asgard Marvel comic run.

I love Loki and Verity's friendship so much. I also like to ship them as well. There is absolutely not enough stuff with them in it in any capacity, whether purely platonic or romantic. So, I've decided I'm going to start trying to rectify that.

Anyway, enjoy this sketch that I hope to later digitize of Loki and Verity.

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sapphic-scylla · 1 year

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THEY ARE MINE

The world of Cor Varias had known its fair share of hardships. The gods, caring for the people they watched over, stepped back from the world to watch from afar. As civilization grew around the scars of the Disparity, the world and its inhabitants began to progress the world due to their own cooperation and ingenuity rather than leaning on divine powers too much. And the gods wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The prime heads of the deities had issued the Law of Direction. Divine beings could not directly interfere with mortal progress. They could appoint clerics and paladins and influence many other heroes, but even with them, they could not directly intercede in any way that would dramatically alter mortality’s development. Any choices or efforts or any discoveries could only be influenced by divine help if directly called on by mortality and, even then, the deities could only offer minor aid unless it was to intercept any malevolent divine force.

Mortality grew and, eventually, a lot of the gods faded into obscurity, though still watching from afar. The world grew its own conflicts and mortality continued to rise and fall with each decade. No one new the threats that lay within chains or deep within the abyss were stirring.

In a tower beyond space and time, a cloak battered against the pace of her walking as she entered the meeting chamber where several demigods like herself stood around a table. Her eyes red and lavender as she took her seat.

“Feels weird to call us a council, so I won’t. Especially since we’re all married. In any case, Cor Varias is in trouble as you all know and as much as we want to do this for ourselves, the Law of Direction limits our ability, even as demigods.” Petra spoke.

Haley smiled. “I’ve been doing some research and I think I found us some candidates for eyes on the ground. We obviously can’t bless them like gods, but we can help steer them in the right direction.”

Marasenna, in her intimidating glory, nodded. “We also aren’t as bound by the law so we can actively fight these threats. But these three will have to take the lead.”

Lyria restrung her bow. “Well, then I guess we have our work cut out for us. Who do we have?”

Verity placed out three dossiers on the table. “One is a sorcerer. A diplomat of the Tabaxi Order. Incredibly powerful. Nearly impossible to kill and has a twinge of dark in them.”

Emily, eyes still closed in meditation, agreed and continued. “There is also a tiefling. Deep hemocraft is woven into her blood, but something stole her memory. She knows nothing of her past, but she has a fight in her you can’t match.”

Aerin continued. “And finally, a cleric like you, Petra, but this one harbors an aura of death. The Mistress, Malathriel, has taken a special interest in her. Loving family, but she also houses something ancient. Malathriel loves, cherishes, and cares deeply for her clerics and has always honored the Law, but this young aasimar also harbors power from the deep. We suspect Zigguridan and his cult had a hand in it.”

Petra drifted her hands over the dossiers. “Well, they all fit the part. They have a long journey ahead of them. Especially if the hope to catch us and our thousands of years of experience. Nonetheless, we can’t let our foes know we are making moves. Senna, Em, and Haley, I think you should go wake them up. Cor Varias is about to get very interesting indeed.”

@ebevkisk, I spite wrote this. Also, an introduction to my new world I’m building and I think you’ll love who protects this world. Consider this a reminder of my darling lovelies as well as my D&D characters written as the SHOULD have been written.

#petra naverrian #emily cordalith #lyria peregrine #aerin curridan #verity xanderia #marasenna queen of nightmares #Haley the tiefling #Mona bellevedere #Cinder the blood hunter #Evalyn morrigan

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shinebrightruby · 1 year

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i just finished the ballad of never after and im dead. ive just re read the whole caraval series, and ouabh and tbona again, and still i am not happy. do u have any other books similar that you can recommend because i am seriously dying overhere! btw i love your blog it keeps me alive

Thank you so much!

Umm, do you have any genres in mind? Because if you mean enemy-to-lover books, then I can list a few below. Or if you overall mean books on heartbreak and betrayal, I can also list those. You know what, I'll just list all of my favorite books. Also, I will be posting a list of my favorite books and why soon, so if you want to check that out, that post is coming soon!

The Kinder Poison series (KASTA IS MY FUTURE HUBBY)

The Cruel Prince trilogy (I'm IN LOVE WITH CARDAN)

Red Queen quartet (though my all-time favorite for that one is the first book, but your choice!)

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

Six of Crows duology

Shadow and Bone trilogy (WE LOVE YOU DARKLING)

Kingdom of the Wicked

Foul Lady Fortune

Stalking Jack the Ripper

The Quantum Weirdness of the Almost Kiss (honestly, this book is more of a romcom, and I read it way back when I was still a young teenager (so young and innocent) and honestly the main protagonists are highschoolers, but I remember enjoying it at the time, though I haven't read it in a while, so if ya wanna try it, go for it!)

Verity (this book is so AMAZING)

Howls Moving Castle (Ghibli's artistic interpretation of this book is absolutely amazing. Once you finish reading this book, GO WATCH THE MOVIE!)

Throne of Glass

A Court of Thorns and Roses

The Inheritance Games

I have so many other books, but I'm just gonna start my list with these few. Enjoy!

#just read the book #underrated books #the kinder poison #the cruel prince #red queen #the invisible life of addie larue #six of crows #shadow and bone #kingdom of the wicked #foul lady fortune #stalking jack the ripper #the quantum weirdness of the almost kiss #verity #howls moving castle #throne of glass #a court of thorns and roses #the inheritance games

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spectrum-color · 2 years

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Nighteyes straight up told Bee that he thinks Kettricken would have been better for Fitz than Molly gotta admire the audacity

#rote readthrough #realm of the elderings #rote #nighteyes #molly chandler #kettricken #he’s like yeah your mom was alright but the queen was where it was at #tbh I could see it #I do think they were always a little bit in love #and verity was the only thing that stopped them #fitz and the fool spoilers

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awritingcaitlin · 1 year

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Caitlin's Writing Snippet Roundup 2022

Caitlin, what did you spend Christmas Eve doing? Surely it wasn't several hours creating a bunch of snippet canva slides and then putting them into one master image for the purposes of doing a 2022 "art" roundup but make it writing?

(Yes, audience, that is exactly what she did.)

So basically, I tracked down a scene I wrote each month in 2022 and pulled a short snippet from each. Since I know that's not easy to read, I'll be posting individual images in the thread! I've written a lot this year and am really proud.

This is from CureWIP back in January.

This is from CureWIP in February! Finally these two admit it.

CureWIP in March. Let me tell you, finding a snippet from this late in the WIP got difficult. So once again, I am using these lines because I am *completely normal* about them.

From ViolinHeist in April!

ViolinHeist in May. A little nod to my own allergy to adhesive.

ViolinHeist in June! (Writing the heist!) (Okay, heist 1)

Also not Lelia multitasking like a bamf.

ViolinHeist in July! This one was rough to not get a spoilery section, so have this wonderful exchange about KnifeWife Riela.

Spoilers, she has more than three.

From SiegeWIP in August! Siege was a rewrite so I was hunting for either a new scene, or a massively overhauled one, which is what this one is.

From SiegeWIP in September! All of my new scenes written in September are also massively spoilery, so I grabbed this one instead.

From SiegeWIP in October. This was an old scene that got cut, then reworked and put back in!

From ViolinHeist Draft 2 in November. This was a reworked scene, with more details added!

And lastly, ViolinHeist Draft 2 in December. This is a new scene!

Unfortunately, I do not have a template or anything. This was me bullying Canva, taking screenshots, throwing it into PowerPoint because of the grid-system (I'm on my tablet with no art programs), and then taking more screenshots. But if you'd like to do this too, go for it!

Longer snippets under the cut:

JANUARY

“So let me get this straight,” Private First-Class Tim O’Brian, the assistant, asked Riela. “You come immediately to the kitchen after coming out of the safe room, clear up the dead bodies, and throw on three pots of food.”

“Yep,” Riela replied.

Rinnie opened one eye. Riela was currently hovering over some pan that smelled like garlic. Rinnie might have some of that too if it finished fast enough.

“And you have no military training?” Tim pressed.

“Look,” Riela said, brandishing a wooden stirring spoon in his general direction. “Where I come from, there’s not a lot of mages, especially not theramancers. But it didn’t take me very long to put together that something as simple as a bowl of rice was the difference between a man bleeding out and walking five minutes later.”

“Theramancers aren’t that good,” Tim argued.

“She is,” Riela said, pointing the spoon in Rinnie’s direction.

Rinnie felt her face flush. She put another bite of pasta in her mouth and pretended, with absolute futility, that she hadn’t heard.

FEBRUARY

“Oh fuck you bitch,” Taryn said.

Rinnie paused, actually taken aback.

“I’m covering your ass,” Taryn continued. “My orders had no expiration date and so far, I haven’t gotten new ones. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m still your bodyguard. I have just as much right to be there as Kanjo does.”

Rinnie swallowed. She had no grounds to tell Taryn not to do something stupid when she was literally in the same position.

“As afraid as I am that something is going to backfire on us spectacularly on this one,” Rinnie said. “I’m glad you’re going to have my back.”

Taryn smirked. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

Rinnie felt blood rise to her cheeks and she was glad the relative darkness of the courtyard with only the truck’s headlamps providing light. “You know, no one’s ever told me ‘fuck you’ in such an affectionately derogatory way before.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting feelings over that?” Taryn teased.

“Taryn, I think it’s time we both admitted that there’s feelings involved.”

MARCH

Kanjo knew that Killian could not have known exactly what he was doing when he told Rin to go after the Queen. Killian could not have known that this was the kind of shit you had to do to keep an oracle out of trouble. Self-inflicted or otherwise.

Maybe he did know.

Maybe he had known that Rin would follow those orders to a fault.

Kanjo didn’t know jack shit about what was afflicting the Schmiedish monarch, but he did know how to handle a tired and weak mage with a migraine. He looked to one side to ensure Taryn had Rin, since she’d frozen for half a second. Telepathic migraine backlash most likely.

“Keep an eye out for the battlemage,” he told them.

Rin looked like she’d collected herself again. Good.

They got to the table and hunkered down underneath. Rin grabbed the Queen’s hands and was probably doing something with theramancy. She’d done that with Ilani when she was a child.

Suddenly, a roaring wind whipped through the room. Kanjo looked out to see the battlemage in the center of the spell. He forced the wind through one of the windows, breaking it. The smoke began to thin. Reflexively, Kanjo put a shield around the five of them.

APRIL

Em couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Wait, so you’re suggesting he steals a violin out of a museum?” she flat-out asked, her words leaving her mouth a surprised hiss.

It seemed the absolute irony that she’d spent the better part of the afternoon convincing herself not to just go steal another violin and here were two guys talking about it like it was a standard trade agreement.

Which, technically, many heists were just that.

The gentleman turned to her, seemingly unsurprised at her interruption. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about thieving, would you?” he asked.

“And if I do?” Em asked, choosing her words very carefully.

“Perhaps you could help.”

MAY

“It will need pressure right here,” Lelia said, pointing to the separation. “If there’s not enough for it to affix properly, it will start pulling apart.”

“I can make that happen,” Verity said confidently.

“Well, it’ll save me from getting epoxy all over my fingertips,” Lelia said. “And I probably shouldn’t do that because I’m allergic to it.”

At this, there was a rustle of papers and Lelia looked up at Em, who was, in turn, looking at Lelia over a set of schematics.

“You’re allergic to the epoxy that you’re using to jury-rig my violin back together?”

“Only if it touches my skin,” Lelia said casually. “Not that big of a deal.”

“Oh my gods just let Verity do the thing with the telekinesis,” Em said.

“That’s what we’re doing,” Lelia assured her.

JUNE

Ronan stood guard, but Em could tell much of his attention was on the Fiddle in the case.

“Focus on keeping an eye out,” she hissed.

“I’ve got a ward over all exits,” Lelia said. “I’ll know if anyone crosses them before any of us can see anything.”

“Why wasn’t that mentioned as part of the plan?” Vinny asked.

“I just thought of it,” Lelia said.

“How many spells are you running?” Ronan asked.

“A few.”

Em frowned.

JULY

“Riela, how many knives do you have?”

“Three,” Riela said, nonchalantly.

She was wearing one of her usual skirts, which Em supposed she had at least two hidden in. Her sleeves were loose which could conceal another. Or perhaps she had one tucked into her bodice. She almost wondered if she should suggest that Riela change into pants. All the other girls were wearing pants. But Em had also not seen Riela wear anything else and it was clear she could move around in them easily enough.

Mama Cass gave Riela an approving nod.

AUGUST

“I am ordering you to stand down, Colour Sergeant,” Risingblock said. “You are to report back to medical and remain there until you are fit for duty.”

Risingblock was trying desperately to control a situation. Kanjo wasn’t playing by the rules.

“With no due respect, sir, kiss my ass.” Kanjo replied. “I’m going to find Rin.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. Respectfully, your excellency, Sir, fuck off. I’m going to find Rin.”

Before Risingblock could argue again, Kanjo left the room. He needed to find that Sergeant.

“That sounded like it went swimmingly,” Kiyo said, standing as he walked back into the lobby.

He rolled his eyes.

SEPTEMBER

Rinnie nodded then yawned loudly.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“When was the last time you slept?” she countered. “I’ve had some of Mica’s awake serum.”

“That I think you’re coming down from,” Adler pointed out. “And you’ve been casting left and right since we started this whole escapade. You’re gonna burn yourself out.”

“What do you know about mages?” Rinnie pouted.

“I’ve seen battlemages and theramancers and loads in between,” Adler said. “They are generally the most well-protected people in an entire company.”

Rinnie nodded, slowly.

“You need sleep,” Adler repeated. “You’re crashing.”

“But there’s still…”

Adler wasn’t arguing with her any longer. He looked up, trying to find Skythorn, but the man must’ve gone to relieve himself. Lodgepool stood against the wall, looking more alert than he probably was. Adler went over to Killian.

“Sir, the mage is tired and belligerent.” Adler jerked a thumb at Rinnie.

OCTOBER

Rinnie saw herself in this girl and she was already running to join the fray.

“She’s a theramancer!” Rinnie interjected. “Don’t give her a sedative, a non-narcotic painkiller will do.”

“And who are you?” asked the older of the two doctors.

“The theramancer from South Town,” Rinnie said dismissively. She turned her attention to the girl. “Have you fixed things before?”

The girl nodded and her face scrunched up in pain.

Rinnie took a second to see exactly how much power the girl had. The answer was a lot. She was still young enough for her power to feel raw and largely uncontrolled. However, if she’d practiced healing before, her body would start healing itself before the bone was set.

“We’re going to help you set your bone, okay?” Rinnie told her. “We’ll get you some painkillers and if you want, I’ll let you help.” The other two doctors spluttered. Rinnie ignored them.

NOVEMBER

Something had gotten fucked up. One of her spells must have failed. She’d pulled a loop too early. Or her redirection of the wards on the case hadn’t been good enough.

Knowing full well she was not going to be able to move down the stairs at any acceptable speed, she slid back out of the violin case.

“Go,” she said, handing it to Em. “Get back to the car and don’t wait for me. I’ll find my own way back.”

“Are you sure?” Em said. “What about the crystals?”

Lelia grimaced. She should have left the ones by the stairs until they’d been sure. “We don’t have another option,” she said. She’d fucked that one up at the very least. “I’ll try to get suspicion off of you if I need to.”

Her mind raced, still trying to figure out where she’d messed up in the exhibit. She was better than this!

Em didn’t argue further. She took the violin case from Lelia and slid into it.

DECEMBER

“So what is it you do?” Em asked.

Izzy’s eyes brightened.

“Oh no, you don’t want to get her started on that,” Lelia said.

“I’m sure it’s interesting!” Em insisted. “Like listening to you talk about emergency procedures for power generators.”

Lelia glared at her, but that was all the ammunition Izzy needed to launch into what she was studying in school.

Somewhere in between genetics and mage birth rates, Lelia realized that getting Izzy to talk about herself meant she wasn’t asking questions to Lelia and Em. Which had been Em’s plan all along.

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