Man I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to upload this baby, but
now is as good as a time as ever! In celebration with the long awaited
release of Kingdom Hearts 2.8 and in celebration of Kingdom Hearts’s
15th Anniversary, I give you Peg Pete and Sylvia Marpole Nomurafied!
Thanks to @aeolus06
when I commissioned him a few years ago for this idea, I always liked to
picture some other Disney characters not only being a part of Kingdom
Hearts, but also how they might contribute, so how else than give them
different classes as you would in most RPG’s?
Peg is a fighter,
ala Tifa Lockheart of FF7, where she uses her strength and sheer
willpower as a force to be reckoned with when protecting those she
loves…though still might wanna watch out for her secret weapon as she
points out how she deals with Pete…
Sylvia from An Extremely
Goofy Movie I figure would be more of a white mage. She’d casts powerful
spells to protect her friends and provide reliable healing spells (hey,
she outta be a better healer than Donald in the actual games, am I
Hope you guys enjoy this fun bit of imaginative lunacy as I go play 2.8!
Hi! I love your drarry fic recs and i was wondering if you could do one for wolfstar too?
You’ve come to the right person my friend, here are some of my favorites;
A Cure For Nightmares by Picascribit (36k)
1976-78: There’s a mysterious new boy at St Godric’s boarding school, and Sirius can’t stop thinking about him, but the secret Remus is keeping might break Sirius’s heart.
Very Bad Things by Freudian Fuckup (58k)
On the list of Very Bad Things Sirius Black has done, Snogging Moony In a Bathroom is really only eighth or ninth.
A Wolf’s Heart by @severus-snape-is-a-butt-trumpet (87k) Remus Lupin has a congenital heart defect, and is awaiting an available heart for transplant. Sirius Black is an immature twenty-something, living with a couple other immature twenty-somethings. Both are obsessed with the same obscure book, which becomes their coping mechanism for navigating their instant and torrid love affair. Life, they discover, is precarious at best, but from each other, they learn how to make it something that’s worth living.
Text Talk by Merlywhirls (141k) Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don’t know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.
That Old Black Magic by Fallovermelikestars (36k) AU in which Remus, being as he is a werewolf and all, is homeschooled til he is 16. Hogwarts is something of an experience, not least because there’s this boy called Sirius Black.
This is You and Me by Children_of_the_Shadows (81k)
The first time Charlus Potter met Remus Lupin, he was reminded of a past he was trying to forget. The first time Dorea Potter met Remus Lupin, she was reminded of her own limitation. The first time James Potter met Remus Lupin, he was indifferent. The first time Sirius Black met Remus Lupin, he threw a punch to his face.
Dating Remus Lupin by Children_of_the_Shadows (83k) Remus Lupin is a mystery to the whole school; the boy who’s quiet, aloof, and cold. He also happens to be queer, which is enough to gain Sirius’s interest. What Sirius never realised that dating Remus Lupin wasn’t quite as easy as it looked.
The Lines We Cross by REwrites (102k) He knew that what they were doing was wrong, but found, with every kiss, he cared less and less. AU student-teacher relations set in Sirius’s seventh year.
Children_of_the_Shadows (259k) An epic tale of Remus and Sirius’s lives, starting from the very beginning. A love that carries on through trials, tribulations, and war. AU towards the end, just before October 31st.
Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign (379k)
Lonely and outcast by his classmates, Remus wishes on a moonshadow for a friend who understands him. To his amazement his wish is answered not once, but three times, by his former enemies, the Marauders. SBRL and some JPLE as well, of course.* *WIP, not abandoned but doesn’t update regularly, doesn’t end in a cliffhanger and worth a read.
Werewolves and Magic and Dreams, Oh My! by Glitterfics (50k) The three Marauders are not friends with their other roommate. They think he’s quiet and weird and they are uncomfortable around him, especially when they discover he’s a werewolf. But then the dreams start and everything changes.
No Mum, He Really Is My Boyfriend by Showmeyourtardis (27k) If Remus has to go on one more date set up by his mother, he will maul his own face off. It was nothing against the boys, they were… Well, they were horribly dull, but it was mostly the werewolf thing. So when an escape plan, in the form of Sirius Black, presents itself, Remus is more than happy to take it.
All Hail the Outlaws by @lala-lady-elena (29k)
One of Remus Lupin’s three jobs happens to be working maintenance for their flat building. He gets to meet all sorts, most of whom he would rather have nothing to do with. Until James Potter and Sirius Black move in across the hall. Engineering students and self-proclaimed geniuses, the pair set out to make their neighbours new best friends, and everyone’s life is turned upside down, but in the best way possible.
Aesthetic: Trash Boys by Emaly and Merlywhirls (89k) A story that starts with dick pics but is really about friendship, falling in love, and summer hols fun.* *WIP, not abandoned.
Fractured Skies by @lala-lady-elena (18k) Two worlds collide. Deaf artist Sirius Black works at his best mate’s cafe. Remus Lupin is an epileptic student from France who is just looking to get by unnoticed. But the artist sees something he wants in the shy boy, and makes it his mission to see what makes Remus tick.
Paper Swans by @lala-lady-elena (27k) The Sequel to Fractured Skies-Remus and Sirius are happy together. But they never envisioned a life where they’d lose their two best friends and have to fight for their godson. And yet things somehow work out, just not in the way they expected. With Harry off to Hogwarts Academy for his first year, Remus and Sirius deal with an empty nest and more importantly, feeling like their family is not yet complete.
there’s anger radiating off the man. she feels it, almost glows in it. hannibal’s row of white teeth are glittering in the dim light, her crimson eyes brighter. her presence is the brightest. the cannibal, the murderer, the brightest thing in this dim alleyway. it’s so uninspiring, lawless but that might be one of the few reasons she’s basking. long, pianist fingers reach out, they’re brushing along the veins, hairs, muscles in his arms, finally wrapping around his lower arm. her lithe body steps into the line of his, front to back. he’s taller, but she still leans her head up.
“ is it revenge or sadism, nigel? ” a quiet whisper, pure curiosity. she isn’t going to stop him no matter the answer. she enjoys the idea of taming a monster, enjoys his company.
power is an addiction; but love is too.
you actually liked for an action thread a while back @nigellecter.
1. Odin said: “What are these dreams? At dawn, I saw myself clearing Valhalla for the coming of the slain; I awoke the Einherjar , told them to get up, to put straw on benches, and to wash out beer-mugs, told the Valkyries to bring wine, as if a warlord was coming; from the home of man I await heroes, noble-hearted men, to gladden my heart.”
2. Bragi  said: “What thunders there as though thousands are on the move, as though a mighty host comes? Benches creak and groan as if Baldr is coming home to Odin’s hall .”
3. Odin said: “Don’t talk nonsense, wise Bragi; you know very well that all this uproar is for Eirik , who’s on his way here to be a warrior in Odin’s hall.”
4.“Sigmund and Sinfjotli, rise swiftly, and go to meet the king. Make him welcome if it is Eirik; I’m anxious to see him.”
5. Sigmund said: “Why hope to meet Eirik rather than other kings?” Odin said: “Because in many countries  he has carried and reddened his blood-crimsoned sword.”
6. Sigmund said (?): “Why rob him of victory if you think him so valiant ?” Odin said: “Since no one can tell when the gray wolf  will look grimly at the home of the gods.”
7. Sigmund said: “Hail to you, Eirik, welcome here! Enter the hall, wise king; I must hear what warriors follow you, fresh from the fight.”
8. Eirik said: “Five kings follow; I’ll tell you All their names. I am the sixth.”
Sources and Notations
[Gen.] Angus A. Somerville and R. Andrew McDonald ed., The Viking Age: A Reader (Second Edition). (University of Toronto Press, 2014), 57-60. || This poem is incomplete and was likely commissioned by Eirik’s wife, Queen Gunnhild, after his death at the Battle of Stanmore in England in 954.
Einherjar means “the dead warriors (in Valhalla).” It is in the nominative plural form. The singular form, Einheri, means “great champion (of Thor).” || Geir T. Zoëga, A Concise Dictionary of Old Icelandic. (Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 2004), 107.
 Bragi is an Æsir god whom is “known for his eloquence and his way with words. He is the most knowledgable about poetry….” || Jesse L. Byock, trans., The Prose Edda. (London: Penguin Classics, 2005), 36.
 To summarize this rather crudely: Baldr, an adored son of Odin’s, was killed and forced to go to Hel. He returns after Ragnarok with Hod. His return, had the Æsir still been there, would have been hugely celebrated and rejoiced. || Jesse L. Byock trans., The Prose Edda. (London: Penguin Classics, 2005), 65-70, 77.
 Eirik Blood-axe, who was the son of Harald Fair-hair. Eirik was king of Norway from 930-935. || Viðar Hreinsson gen. ed., The Complete Sagas of Icelanders, Volume V. (Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 392.
 Although his reign as king of Norway was short-lived, he went on to gain claims abroad. He later became the king of Northumbria in England for some time, and so this line refers to his fame abroad. || Angus A. Somerville and R. Andrew McDonald ed., The Viking Age: A Reader (Second Edition). (University of Toronto Press, 2014), 57.
 Sigmund is asking here why Odin would have him die in battle, if he was such a great king.
 This is a reference to Fenrir, who will come to battle agains the gods, namely Odin, in Ragnarok:
“Another woe awaiteth Hlín (Frigg), when forth goes Óthin to fight the Wolf…”
Lee M. Hollander trans., The Poetic Edda. (University of Texas Press, 1962), 11.
When word had reached her in her chambers within the castles at Riverrun, she had thought them surely a falsehood, that the Tully guard was most certainly mistaken. None of them knew her daughter, have never before laid eyes upon her and so could easily think any child who would claim to be a daughter of House Stark had spoken the truth, though it actually be a lie. There had been no word of Arya since Ned’s arrest, and though she knew of Sansa, there was no man who had yet glimpsed her younger daughter…she was but a child, and if a man could so easily be slain in these times, what hope had a young girl of so many months alone in this bloodshed?
Catelyn walked to the hall of Riverrun with the firm intent of banishing whoever it was had hoped to make money from her grief, to send the child from this place, ashamed for their impersonation, but the moment she laid eyes on the girl awaiting her, her heart caught in her throat, her breath leaving her in a quiet gasp. Though her hair was cut short, and her clothes were that of a serving boy, and dirt hid every feature, Catelyn knew her daughter well. No Mother could forget her child’s face, no matter how it might have changed.
“Arya….” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, the hint of tears began to blur her vision and she did not step forward for fear her legs would fail her, that she would crumble to her knees with both shock and relief. “Arya”
A broken heart is when you actually refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you’re afraid of the reality that awaits you. A broken heart is when you think about the guy that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the “good times” almost as if the “bad times” never existed.
A broken heart is when you’re crying yourself to sleep every night and yet crying more and more each morning. A broken heart is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box stowed away. A broken heart is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name. A broken heart is glancing at the pictures of you two and then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears.
A broken heart is re-reading his ancient letters and putting away the old jewelries he bought you. A broken heart is secretly wanting to run back to him and secretly wanting to just be loved by him again. A broken heart is asking desperately for just one last chance with the one person responsible for your loneliness. A broken heart is pretending not to care what his friends are saying about you. A broken heart is hanging up the phone after dialing the first six digits of his phone number. A broken heart is screaming and begging for a second chance inside.
A broken heart is the emptiness and heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new girlfriend. A broken heart is knowing that whatever you do or say to yourself, you can’t fool your heart into believing that you will in fact “be alright”. A broken heart is listening to that one song that makes you break down over and over again.
… And, a broken heart is sometimes not wanting to go on.
How long do we wait for love? Long ago, we rowed on a pond. Our oars left the moon broken— our gestures ruining the surface. Our parents wanted us to marry. Beyond the roses where we lay, men who loved men grew wounds. When do we start to forget our age? Your husband and I look the same. All day, your mother confuses us as her dementia grows stronger. Your boys yell: Red Rover! We whisper your sister’s name like librarians; at last on the list, her heart clapping in her rib cage, having stopped now six times, the pumps opened by balloons, we await her new heart cut out from the chest of a stranger. Your old house settles in its bones, pleased by how we are arranged. Our shadow grows like an obituary. One of us says: “It is getting so dark.” Your children end their game. Trees stiffen into scrapbooks. The sky’s shelves fill with stars.