#qwill's stuff

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Extraordinary had left to witness the naming of their new baby Princess, who they had heard was born healthy and strong, her mother the Queen in good spirits. 

He has not returned.

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Septimus - alther - marcia

Soldier - poet - king

(in that order)

Chapter Six: The Battle of the Castle

The Extraordinary Apprentice rose above the city, fighting for his family, his friends, and his Castle. He fought fiercely, smaller than the other, a small speck of green on the back of an only slightly larger Green Dragon. Dwarfed by the Darke One, the Apprentice fought bravely to kill the dragon. He was killed in the process. The people said that he would have been a Great Wizard, but they were thankful that he was such a Good soldier. (The poor boy.)

Accidentally banished to the Darke Beyond, the people of the Castle left nothing but praise in their books for the Extraordinary Past. He spoke wisely, they said and left nothing but encouragement behind him. It was a pity that he couldn't be saved when that horrid one had interrupted the Extraordinary Wizard. But at least he helped from within. At least he had been able to tell them what happened.

The ExtraOrdinary Wizard had been great and powerful. She had been fierce and strong when she lost all others. The Castle has in its records her accomplishments and her failures. The Extraordinary records are the most reliable documents from the period, so modern historians would do well to be thankful to Marcia Overstrand. As a Ruler, Marcia Overstrand expanded the reach of the Tower. As a person, she made sure everyone else was remembered. Perpetually standing to the right of the Queen, Madam Marcia spoke only of others' accomplishments. It is a sad thing indeed that we do not know of hers.

Read it here on ao3

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The Mysterious Benedict Society was a big hit over here! We had lots of fun with our snack buckets and poison worms.

The awesomesauce bingo cards were by @reynie-muldoons,- thanks! They were a hit!

Our main notes included: Milligan. Enough Said; Mr. Curtian does not have a wheelchair and this is not ok; Constance is Life, Kate is Life^2,; Sticky had yet to polish his glasses which is sad, and Everyone is awesome! Kinda wish the chess question was in it tho

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For your prompt thing Edmund and storms.

Oh, this is cool!!

Edmund was a thinker, a learner, a watcher. He knew when a storm was coming, he knew when it would leave. The wind would blow, the rain and hail would fall, and he knew why. The armies would come, the soldiers would fall, and he knew they would win, because knowledge was power. Sometimes, the dark, stormy clouds would shroud them in gloom, and Edmund would know the snow was coming.

He did not fear rain. He did not fear sleet, or hail, or wind. He did not fear armies or their generals, kings or their spies. But he feared snow. Snowstorms brought back memories he did not wish to deal with. Memories of being trapped, of being young and stupid, of betrayal and sweets he had sworn off forever. The end of the storm, however, reminded him of love, and acceptance, and freedom. Of the joy and the companionship he got from his siblings, his friends. While snowstorms were hard, their ends were such wonderful things.

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Send me an ask with a character and an (optional) prompt/theme and I'll write you a drabble about them 💜

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Beetle, chaos

ajdbfrhdbruifbe glorious here we go. P.s. I will definitely continue if y’all want it and give me a focus character 💙

O. Beetle Beetle was seemingly the lowest of the low on the Manuscriptorium totem pole. That was what he would say, what the scribes would say, what Ms. Jillie Djinn knew to be true.

But in reality, he was running the whole dang thing. He kept the everyday chaos from spilling over into the work, from being revealed to the public, from being noticed by the Chief Fun-ruiner holed up in her office. He also controlled when it was set free.

Beetle, you see, ran the Inn, a place known only to Manuscriptorium scribes, the younger and looser generation of Wizards and Wizard apprentices, and for some reason, the Castle Alchemist, whom Sep had said was immortal (Beetle thought this was about par for the course, nowadays.) There was no alcohol served, or even food. Only good company.

And the Inn, the Inn, kept track of the bets, the wagers, the competition and the quarrels between every single one of it’s patrons. So when the pot was close to boiling over, Beetle knew, and he started the Competition.

For one night, and one night only- every few months - chaos descended on the Castle, as scribes and apprentices and oddly young looking alchemists set off on the scavenger hunt of a lifetime (or at least of the month.)

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Septimus and/or Marcia, flowers

Oooh, good one! A little over 100 words, but I don’t think I expected much else. Enjoy!!

Marcia had always had a certain respect for flowers - she had learned so many cures that used them, she knew the meaning of a rose versus a chrysanthemum versus a sunflower, and even she knew just how to pick and grow them for optimal longevity- but it was not until Septimus that she knew what it was to truly appreciate- to love them.

But Septimus- Septimus had brought her hydrangeas and Queen Anne’s Lace, and he had done it for no other reason than to make her smile. Marcia had realized that sometimes, sometimes a little beauty and a loving feeling were the things a flower had to give. And it was ok. Ok to not have some greater goal, some deeper meaning, some way for them to help the world. Sometimes, a flower could just be. Marcia could just be.

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The amount of absolute joy I feel whenever I see a new Bernadette video pop up is almost unexplainable, but I’ll give it a try. It’s the amazing music, the glorious editing, her calm yet expressive voice, and honestly I just love the history. Also every single one is rewatchable💙