Currently unbeta’d and it is my first fic so please let me know what you think and I welcome critiques (constructive ones only pls).
In a land of myth and a time of legend. Tales are told and heroes toughened. Fairy tales tell, as their labels imply, stories of magic, of creatures that fly. With giants and dragons and ogres and elves, and inanimate objects that bitch for themselves. There's romance and danger and plotting of schemes. There's good guys and bad guys and some guys in between.
A fairy tale also reveals some sort of truth, the perils of choices we face in our youth. But our story today is different in theme, for our hero had no choice, or so it would seem. It starts with a priestess bestowing a spell of yore. This one's for a baby named Merlin of Ealdor.
Hunith stood in the nursery holding her precious son as he continued to cry. Since his birth he had rarely spent a single moment quiet. To her it seemed his voice was too large for his small body.
When he was born, he had been frail and weak, Gaius and the physicians weren’t sure if he would make it. She and Balinor spent many nights awake by his bedside terrified that if they left for even a moment he would fade away.
While Hunith couldn’t bear to see her child cry, especially when he wasn’t even old enough to tell her what was wrong, he had been quiet for so long as a newborn that in spite of the damage to everyone’s eardrums, she welcomed the noise.
Nonetheless, she cradled him to her chest as she once again attempted to soothe him.
“Now, now, Merlin. Mother's here. I’m here.” Merlin’s crying lessened at the sound of her voice, but he continued to whimper softly for a moment. She stared at him in solace, she was exhausted and in desperate need of rest, but knew there was nowhere she would rather be. ”There, now.”
However, just when Hunith thought he was going to settle, Merlin began to cry again at full force, “Oh, dear Lord.”
“With lungs like that he is going to be trouble when he grows up, I’m sure.” Gaius, Hunith’s brother, her and Balinor’s house fae, and their lifelong friend stated, entering the room with lunch. He placed the bowls on the table as Merlin continued to wail.
He turned towards them with a sympathetic look to match Hunith’s exasperated one. She adored Merlin, but what she wouldn’t give for some peace and quiet, especially since her husband was so busy with his duties as Dragonlord.
Gaius gave a small amused smile and turned back towards the table. “Oh, it's nothing a little burping won't cure.”
Hunith rocked Merlin back and forth in her arms, watching as Gaius raised his arms toward the small wooden surface.
When Hunith and Balinor had gotten engaged, Gaius, despite his initial reservations about Balinor, had been supportive and overjoyed for them. When Hunith became pregnant and Balinor’s duties increased, Gaius then offered to move in with them to help with the baby. Balinor was given a stipend for a house fae when his position as Dragonlord was made an official noble title by King Uther. So Gauis offering his services meant not only that Hunith got to have her family closer, but that she didn’t have to get to know a new person while also dealing with the pregnancy.
They were eternally grateful to have him there.
Gaius, like many in the kingdom, was only considered a fae because he was born with the ability to learn magic. Of the three types of fae that could use magic, Gauis was known as a sorcerer. Meaning he could learn to use magic despite not being born with it.
The other two types were druids and priests or priestesses. Druids, like sorcerers, are born with the capacity to use magic. However, whereas sorcerers channel their magic through their hands, druids channel theirs through their eyes. Priests and priestesses, unlike the druid and sorcerer, who both draw their magical energy from within themselves, draw their energy from nature, and they possess a deep connection with it as well. They can channel their magic through their hands or their eyes depending on the person. Sorcerers, despite still being powerful, are considered the weakest of the three since Druids have a deeper well of magic power and priests and priestesses magic is only as limited as nature is.
Gaius’ magic, while not the most powerful, came in handy. He was able to complete household chores with ease and his healing magic, his specialty, was utilized by many of the townsfolk as well as Hunith and Balinor. He was even offered a position in the castle as one of the court physicians, but he turned it down after learning about the impending birth of his nephew.
The sorcerer held out his hands towards the table. “Up,” he waved both upwards to raise a handkerchief off the tabletop. The cloth raised slightly off the table and hung suspended in the air. Gaius simply raised an eyebrow at the handkerchief, a movement Hunith rolled her eyes at, and gestured the cloth towards himself. “Come on. All the way,” he encouraged. The cloth floated across the room into his hand, despite its initial pause, in practised ease. Hunith handed her brother the baby as Merlin continued fussing.
Hunith knew magic ran in their family but she never had an inkling for it herself. When she was pregnant she worried that if Merlin was born a sorcerer like Gauis, he’d have no one to teach him magic since neither she nor Balinor could. Having Gaius there eased her worries and ensured that, should Merlin be able to use magic, he’d be able to learn.
So I’m gonna start doing commissions for my art because my friends have said I should so I have some samples here of stuff I’ve done. I have done commissions before so no idea how much to charge. Fully willing to discuss prices might start at a couple of bucks or more depending on the piece.
Samples:
Sorry one isn’t a file that’s the only photo I have of it currently.
Quietly losing my mind over the fact that Elon Musk has straight up orchestrated a coup of our executive branch and like....I don't even know what, if any, system we have in place to fix this. Like... He's just taken control of the money and locked out the actual appointed officials. What the fuck.
Nazis are taking over my government, and like, not even just the Nazis we fucking elected! And I'm...making hamburgers? Because somebody has to make dinner? I just feel completely unhinged.
If you're wondering, there is plenty to be done about it, and plenty being done about it already, even if it's not happening instantly in a way you can perceive.
Reblogging because this is an excellent article that both tells you about some of what's being done and breaks it down in a way that will help you understand and think about future action. Please read!
i'm really sorry to be that person, but isn't it funny how in the devlin house, what was essentially charles' personal hell, edwin had to cover crystal's mouth to silence her scream, and in actual hell, edwin had to cover charles' mouth to silence his scream? how edwin is forced to be stoic and reserved around almost everyone else, how people think he is detached or emotionless, and he has to silence their screams? how he is forced to be "the adult" at sixteen because he is the only one who knows what the danger is? how he has to rescue charles from his hell, how he has to keep charles safe in actual hell, how he begs simon to be quiet in his part of hell, how he had to be quiet about his sexuality, how edwin's entire life he has been silenced, how edwin's entire afterlife he has been silencing other people, how the only person to see him smile with teeth is charles?
The campaign to renew/save Dead Boy Detectives doesn't have one singular goal.
Yes, there is a main goal, but there are also other objectives in the meantime:
Strengthen the community and keep the fandom alive and tight
Get new people to find out about this wonderful show that can very well change their lives as it did ours
Make ourselves feel better about the cancellation by doing something instead of just being sad and angry with nowhere to put the energy into
Join the voices of other fandoms to criticize the TV industry as a whole
Reinforce our love for the show, creators, crew and cast
I know it might feel like there's no point, but there is. Saving DBD is where we're headed, but there's so much on the road. Remember every fight ever fought felt hopeless at some point, and not every battle was won, but it always means something.
I have been obsessing over tjmcharg’s “The Once and Future Kings” for weeks now and so I am making a series of book covers for each for the five seasons covered in the fic. Here is the first one. (Designs for the next two are in the works) check out the fic at @crystaiskiess
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