#plot!

[askcollegehornets]

BROADCAST DISTURBANCE !

find the continuation of this story at @seth-totheark (which i cant mention?? idk man)

[theanoninyourinbox]

pegasus dovewing & shadowsight!!!

Local 1/4 zony pegasus is

overwhelmed

She's hearing the voices of the possessed, begging for help or laughing wildly, and she hears the voices of the elements themselves, claiming that they can make her an alicorn. She just wants to cuddle her sister or hug her mom White Wing or get a kiss from her dad Birch Branch or go on a date with her boyfriend but she NEEDS to listen so that the town can formulate a defense but she jUST WANTS EVERYTHING TO BE

QUIET

and then her sister calls to the moon for help

and an Alicorn princess answers

followed by the Element wielders

and everything finally gets quiet

[nike-ravus]

Christine Chapel/T'Pring

It has been only a few months since Sybok escaped once more and built an ugly trap for Spock--you can only save one, love (Christine) or logic (T'Pring), but the trap goes wrong and both women are sucked into a mysterious time vortex.

When the efforts of the Enterprise Crew get them out again, both women are changed, but with no memory of their time in the vortex. Christine struggles with depression and a feeling of futility, and T'Pring is plagued by uncontrollable rage.

Will discovering what happened inside the time vortex heal their damaged minds? Or must they choose to take more drastic steps?

[questionable-bones-n-slime]

[ancients-and-youth]

(art by Mod Nether)

The Ender Dragon, Mother of End

The formerly kind reigning force of the End, the Ender Dragon wears her name with broken pride and regrets. What once was her beautiful thriving home is now mercilessly trashed by the foreign beings that arrive, and while they may not be villains, they are not heroes often. 

Once a wonderful queen, held dear by her subjects and kin, stress from defending her realm from destruction and forced reincarnation as simply the husk of herself has destroyed the hues of personality once there. Now, she is only a careless, angered “boss” to the foreign ones, mindlessly flailing to defend herself and her realm despite it being pointless now.

Rumor has that a strange, new ‘foreign one’ has wings almost exactly like hers, with fur as dark as the Endermen. But this is only a rumor, of course.

…and wouldn’t you like it to be confirmed.

- Description written by Mod Ocean

[badbookopinions]

Return of the Thief - Queen’s Thief #6, Megan Whalen Turner

It’s so good, you guys. No spoilers for major plot points below the cut, but I do mention stuff that was kept secret like the narrator and new characters, so be warned for spoilers.

The culmination of one of the greatest SFF series of the 21st century - I’m not even a little bit exaggerating - is finally here, as is the long-awaited war with the Mede Empire. Can Eugenides and his buddies come up with a plan to stop them?

Obviously. It’s Gen.

Turner is so NICE to us this book - especially in the first half, there are so many conversations and jokes that are meant just to have fun, with little to no plot significance. And I ate them up - I love these characters and this is the last time I’ll see them, so I was so thrilled to have enjoyable scenes of them as well. It never crosses the line into sacrificing the plot.

I had to go to bed in the middle of reading this and then woke up at two to stare at the ceiling for an hour trying to figure out how it was all going to work out and what the twist was, because it was so suspenseful and had me so excited I genuinely could not sleep.

Characters are just - perfect. Turner advances their character arcs while still keeping them true to the people we love. 

Speaking of people I love, the new narrator, Pheris, is fantastic. He’s so clever and kind and I want to squish his cheeks because he’s ~10-15 and adorable. 

Three groups of people who will be pleased by this book: math nerds, gay people, and people who go crazy about the concept of deification and stories. Pheris is an adorable math nerd and the scenes where he’s being tutored are fantastic. The diversity massively increases in this one, with casual queer representation all over the place (and of course a large portion of the characters are people of colour, and have been since the 90s when this was a very impressive and progressive thing). And the themes of deification and stories? They are intense and beautiful.

Plot: so good. I’m not going to risk saying anything else. Be assured that the twists are twisty and the tricks are tricky.

Characters: so so good. Every single time one of them showed up I started grinning like an idiot. At one point when Costis appeared I had to put the book down and go tell my sister, I was so excited. And Pheris jumped the list to one of my favourite characters so quickly. Everyone has a moment to shine, everyone's arcs went to interesting and natural conclusions, and our main six (now main seven!) characters are just - so good.

Setting: so many borders were filled in this book! This series has always been special for the Byzantine vibes that you can’t find anywhere else. It’s immaculately described and researched, and time periods and concepts are blended so beautifully. But we also got to learn about the Greater Powers of the Continent this book, as well as more about the cultures of the Peninsula, and it was all so interesting. 

Prose: it is funny! It is subtle! There is banter! Seriously, so much banter, and I was having so much fun. Smarter people than me will dissect the foreshadowing later, so I’m just going to say the gut-punch moments hit hard. 

Diversity rating: very very good. 

Bonus: look under the cast of characters to see Turner lowkey call Relius a ho. 

[cryptidwarlocke]

A Halloween night! Bloody Code Au (Part 1)

Ok, this is crossposted (i really hope im using it right) to my wattpad, but there its a songfic to Victorious by Panic! at the Disco, but i removed that here, because i liked it alot. also this is a cliff hanger that i will update to add the link to the second one later. Also some bad language, booze and blood and vomit. not graphic or anything, just wanted to mention! 

Part 1/ Part 2

Grian smiled. Halloween was always one of his favorite holidays, since it was excuse to cause trouble, and a halloween party at a night club was definitely going to be fun. The costume He and Scar chose was also very fun. While most might have just bought something, they had two advantages over everyone else, 1) Demise ment they had the best ghost costumes, with little to no make up, only using it to bright colour to scar tissue, which is why the pair were grayscale while walking down the road, and 2)Vex and Fairy, enough said.

And so Grian and Scar walked down the road toward the club. Grian had brought his vex mask, while Scar had made sure to have small stash of regen potions incase someone over did it on the drinks.

“SCAR GRIAN!” Rens familiar voice called out from down the road. Grian began to run closer, Scar on his heels. 

“HI REN!” Grian yelled. Ren was dressed up a stereotypical wolf man, though he only had the wolf ears,tail and clawed gloves. 

“Ready Scar?” Ren asked, jumping up and down slightly.

“You know it!” Scar smiled, “Cub already inside right?”

“Yup!” Ren cocked his head to the side. “What are you guys dressed up as?”

Grian smirked.

“Were Dead!” Scar giggled

“OH!” ren seemed to notice the grey skin, the X-ed out eyes, and the scars. The outline of grains skeleton was highlighted, and scars lips and hands were a pale yellow-green.

“Well, lets go!” grian said, his impatience beginning to show.

“Yeah!” Ren smiled and began to pull the pair to the entrance.

The club was bright, loud, and chaotic, in a very different way than Hermitcraft, and Scar wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Grian seemed to enjoy the loud music and immediately went off to the dance floor after seeing Iskall, who was dressed up as a mad scientist. 

Scar met up with cub, who was dressed up as a vampire, and got a comfortable seat close enough to the bar and the dancefloor, but wasn’t two crazy.

Things were fine at first. None of the group really drank too hard, and Scar even went out to dance with grian for a while. And then the coughing started.

It was only a small cough at first, occasional and something he could ignore. And then he coughed something up. A very familiar taste, the taste that ended his Demise run. He grabbed a napkin and spit it out, the pale yellow color staining the paper.

Grian was in a similar boat. The scars from the blast always itched slightly, even when he was alive, but at some point in the night, the scars began to inch and ache like crazy. It wasn’t until he rubbed one of the markings and his hand came away bloody that he realise something might be wrong.

Scar ended up in the bathroom, Grian at his side, Coughing and retching up poison and blood while Grian slowly dripped blood from his arms and legs.

“Feeling better?” Grian asked, rubbing his boyfriends back.

“A little.” Scar smiled, pulling back from the toilet “has the bleeding slowed any?”

“Yeah, its done I think.” Grian giggled, “Could you imagine if someone saw us?”

“In the same bathroom stall? Or coughing up blood and poison?”

“Yes.”

“Grian that makes no sense!” Scar laughed, 

“Ready to head back out?” Grian smiled, wiping the blood from his hands off on toilet paper.

“Yeah,” Scar smiled. “I think so!”

Grian and Scar slid out of the stall, right into a very confused Ren standing in the doorway.

“REN!” Grian blushed

“Uuhhh how long have you been standing there?” Scar asked, blushing under the grey.

“Long enough to know you two were in the same stall, but not long enough to know why!” Ren said, followed by an awkward laugh.  

“Really nothings happening.” grian began to spitball. “Its all fine. Nothings happening. Everything's FINE.” Scar facepalmed.

“We’ll explain later.” Scar smiled, “But not right now.”

“I guess thats fair my dudes.” ren smiled.

“Im just gonna,leave.” Grian carefully moved past ren, and entered back onto the dance floor.

Grian almost didn't notice the man dressed up as the grim reaper among the sea of costumes, but the reaper certainly noticed him. When grian got a drink, the man watched from a corner of the dance floor. When grian joined up with iskall on the Dancefloor, the man watched from the corner of grian’s eye.

“YOU!” he shouted, his voice gravely, as if he had been decomposing.

“Me?” Grian felt his face go warm.

The man stepped closer, and drew a scythe from his long tattered cloak. He growled, “You…”

Grian was finally able to get a good look at him. 

“Grimdog?” grains stomach flip flopped over and over again.

“Hehe” He nervously chuckled as the reaper apoached, flipping the sythe expertly around, so that the point was up, and placed it to Grian’s neck. “No hard feelings, remember ol’ buddy?”

The reaper growled.

Grimdog removed the point from Grian throat, before giving it a hefty swing into grian’s torso area. Grian lept back, the bone blade only landing a light scratch across Grian’s chest.

“Ok, got it, hard feelings.” grian joked, before pulling his mask off its chain. “If its a fight you want Grimdog,” Grian smiled, placing the mask on his face. “Then its a fight you’ll get.” Grian shouted voice took on an echoy quality,like many hims speaking at once.

Across the club, Scar, Cub, Iskall and Ren hear this, though only one recognised Grian’s voice.

“Oh no…” Scar murmured into his drink, non alcoholic as usual.

“Has someone already started a fight?” Iskall swirled his glass while he leaned back in his chair.

“Sounds like it.” cub smiled, slightly buzzed, “Wonder whats it over.”

“Somthin dumb probably.” Ren said. “Scar are you ok? You look nervous.”

 “IIIIIII, recognise that voice…” Scar said, nervously drawing out his words. “And if im right….”

“...WE should probably leave the building.”

“What?” Iskall sat up in his seat properly. “Why?”

“Cause if he’s any sort of involved with a fight…” Scar blushed as Grian-vex cackled along with the clang of bone and metal. People began to rush towards the exits “Shits about to hit the fan.”

The table stared for a moment, suddenly serious. 

“Welp.” Cub stood up,  putting on his cheep vampire cape, “Scar swore, The sky is Green, Grass is blue, and i'm getting the hell out of dodge.”

“Ditto.”

“Right behind ya.”

The four only got a few blocks down the road when the sound of bricks exploding echoed through the streets.

“SCATTER!” Scar screamed, Cub and Iskall began running down alleys as Ren and Scar continued running the main streets.

“OH COME ON GRIM!” the voice laughed. “I thought you’d be better at using that thing!”

“really?” scar muttered, “taunt the reaper huh?”

“Is this guy really brave or really stupid?”

Scar rolled his eyes. “Both.”

“Oof”

The fight had made it to the pair, and scar pulled ren into an alleyway. Giving ren the first view of this mysterious man.

The man’s skin was a pale grey-blue color. His dark hair had many curls were supernaturally sharp, a look that didn't sit right with Ren. His eyes and mouth didn't help. Both were glowing white-blue, his eyes eerily pupiless and his mouth filled with sharp teeth, pulled into a frustrated and menacing smile. Behind him, a pair of white wings glowed, and in his hand, a loosely held an axe.

The Reaper, if he even was human, was worse though. His eyes were pitch black, and everything about was salow and decayed, like he had just risen from the grave. He was covered with a swirling cloak, and carried a large scythe that appeared to be the jaw bone of some large animal.

Ren looked up at Scar. Scar watched the battle with an nervous air. The pair were stuck. Ren didn’t know who to hope for. The Reaper with the Scythe or the Spirit with an Axe.

“I-swear-if-i-die-dressed-as-the-world-most-effort-put-into-bad-halloween-costume-i'm-going-to-haunt-someone.” he whispered, semi-serious.

The reaper and Spirt help up their weapons and charged at each other.