#trish writes

[thusspoketrish]

A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby

Read it here on AO3.

[notbloodraven]

Me trying to figure how the Kingsguards rotate:

This is new territory because in he flies, they all whores and snitches and do what the want.

However if your Lord Commander is Ser Harrold Westerling, then there is a schedule. He looks like a guy who does color coded schedule.

[teknon]

Updated 12.1.21

FIND IT HERE ON AO3

Summary:   Tala wants to help get information on the assassin, but finds Revas isn't quick to trust; Paeris and Revas have a discussion.

Content Warnings: reference to gore and amputation; harm to a minor; language; standard dark fantasy fare

Author’s Notes: Mmmm yeah here’s an update. Sorry this isn’t more consistent, but life is never consistent, right? I’ll post when I have a couple of chapters in my belt and not a day before. 

Credits: Ellya, Tala, and all of Clan Abersher’al are the work of @billowsandbreeze​.

Excerpt:

The sounds of Gherlanna’s protests reached their ears from outside as the Ethinan dragged her into the training grounds. Revas seemed to look even more perturbed as she made her discomfort loudly known.

Tala would have to move quickly. Levity wasn’t going to work today.

“She’s going to make trouble for you, you know.” She gave him a taste of what she could offer.

“Of course she will,” he answered. “She’s a Keeper—they aren’t used to people questioning the power they think they have.”

Tala frowned. “Think they have? I’ve seen really bad things turned to piles of dust when Gherlanna gets to them before my people do. There’s no ‘think’. What she has is real. ”

Revas rocked on the stool across from her. “Keeper Elindra made clear she wants no more magic used during this trial. Gherlanna will heel, just like she’s been told.” He leaned in on his elbows, pushing his chest forward on the table. “She’s toothless without Elindra’s acceptance, and she knows it.”

“Which is why she’ll cause you a headache,” Tala pointed out. “She barks in Elindra’s ears about her mistreatment and the High Keeper decides to censure anyone involved.”

He sat silent for a few heartbeats, then his sour face slowly opened up into a malicious chuckle.

“You think I give a single fuck about a censure? Someone tried to kill my wife and almost killed my son in the process!” Revas’ voice rose with his anger at Tala’s warning. “You can’t think that’s what power is. You can’t think that a fucking censure is enough to stop me.”

Tala shrugged. “Maybe not. Can’t help but wonder what Elain would think, though.”

And there, she saw him falter.

[trish-chan]

𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

this is the first imagine i've ever written, so please go easy on me (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

It was History class again.

Nene was already yawning multiple times. She had slept late last night because she was playing with Black Canyon the whole time.

Of course being her beloved hamster, she can't just say no.

She can feel her eyelids getting heavier each second.

Maybe she can just cover her face with her textbook? But she knew it would get her in trouble for sleeping in class.

Besides she was the aspiring intellectual, literary girl, Yashiro Nene!

But.. Sensei might not even notice if she..

Yawning one last time, she finally accepted defeat against her tiredness. She laid her head on her desk while holding up a textbook to cover her face.

10 seconds had barely passed when she suddenly felt fingers comb her hair.

Oh no.

Opening her eyes, she was immediately greeted by Hanako's big amber eyes.

"Yashiro~ Aren't you supposed to be listening in class?"

His face was close. Too close.

"H-Hanako-kun-"

"Shh!"

Hanako places a finger on her lips.

"Not so loud~"

Nene just glared at Hanako, pushing him away.

"What are you doing here, Hanako-kun?!"

To be honest, that was the angriest whisper Hanako has ever heard.

"Am I not allowed? I was getting lonely in the bathroom."

Then Hanako lays his chin on Nene's shoulder clearly trying to get her full attention.

"Why not just wait for me after classes then?"

"But I don't wanna wait too long~"

Nene didn't respond other than rolling her eyes which earned her a pout from him.

"Okay, okay! You can stay but don't bother me!"

He just spends the whole time playing with the strands of her hair.

Nene doesn't know why but his actions made her heart beat faster. But still, he wasn't her type or anything..

"Oh yeah, I forgot something."

Snapping out of her thoughts, she faced the ghost boy.

"What is it-"

Suddenly, Hanako leans in and places a kiss on her cheek.

What.

Even though her cheeks are already turning pink, she shook her head.

"Is there an apparition affected by rumors again? Why giving me a protective charm?"

Hah! In his face, she thought. She won't be fooled by him again.

But Hanako just grins at her.

"Oh, no there isn't. I actually just wanted to kiss you."

"E-EHHHHH?!"

She immediately stands up from her chair, touching her cheek.

"Yashiro-san? Is something wrong? Your face is a bit red, do you want to visit the clinic?"

"N-No thank you, Sensei. I'm fine"

She sits back down. Looking away at Hanako because he was wearing this stupid smirk on his face.

"I'm sure that would help you stay awake, Yashiro~"

Hanako-kun, you jerk!

[thusspoketrish]

WIPPET SNIPPET!!!

I'm almost finished with this massive Drarry story + art that I've been working on, and I'm a bit nervous (and so thrilled, really! haha) to share it with you all! To ease into it, here's a little snippet + my Harry for you. I hope you enjoy it! xx

Many thanks to my lovely friends: beta reader @youknowyoudid and alpha reader @dewitty1. Ya'll are keeping me sane as we cross this finish line together! Love ya both, MWAH!

Draco tries to put Potter out of his mind until the object of his thoughts appears in the arts and crafts room. 

Potter shuffles in, clad in threadbare joggers, a plain white t-shirt, and a dressing robe, his feet snug in slippers that have seen better days. Despite the late hour, he appears to have just risen from a deep slumber. The telltale signs of medication linger in the slight droop of his eyelids and the sluggishness of his movements. His eyes, however, betray a sharpness, a keenness that sweeps across the room before settling on Draco. 

Draco’s hand falters, and the paintbrush he’s holding slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor. He remains rooted to the spot, his gaze locked with Potter’s. There’s an unmistakable tension in the air as Potter slowly advances towards Draco’s Nest, each step measured, each movement deliberate. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Potter’s voice slices through the air, dripping with disdain, sending a shiver down Draco’s spine. 

His words, though slow from the effects of medication, carry an undeniable threat that causes Draco’s heart to slam against his ribcage. He lowers his gaze to the table, his hair falling like a drape to shield him from Potter’s piercing stare. The room feels suffocating; each breath he takes is a struggle against the rising panic and regret threatening to drown him. He grips the edge of the table, his knuckles white, desperate to hold onto the last shreds of his composure in the one place in hospital he thought was safest.

[thusspoketrish]

THREE MEN & A BABY-INSPIRED FIC!

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour, ah, child.

READ IT ON AO3 HERE!

[thusspoketrish]

Harry | The Art of Getting By

[thusspoketrish]

Draco blinked and looked away from her. “Well,” he said as he curled his hand around the handle of the knife and pulled. It slid out like butter, reminding Draco of the scalpels he used in some of the more delicate, magic-limited surgeries at St Mungo’s. “This is a great knife,” he commended. “Is this our—” “—ironwood set,” Pansy answered. Draco grinned. “I love that diamond-coated sharpener. Well done, ah, I mean. I doubt we can put this one in the dishwasher. I’ll clean it myself,” he murmured, and carefully set the blood-covered knife beside him. He pulled out his wand and drew a deep breath.

—My Best Friend, the Serial Killer