This is a small How to Guide to inform Ayabat owners how to take care and look after their new pet bat.
1.Ayabat is a nocturnal creature and like most Diabolik bats, he will be more active during night hours. However, Ayabat sleeps on average 8 to 10 hours, very similar to most humans. There for, owners won’t need to worry about being awaken during the night.
2.Unlike most of his brothers, Ayabat’s internal clock can be changed. With a strict routine, Ayabat could live most of his waken hours during the day. But, this will require for him to live in a house well closed off from the sunlight. This will also require owners to not allow Ayabat to take naps during the day.
3. Ayabat is a very territorial pet. He will make sure that all HIS spots are clear of foes and other bats. This also means Ayabat will make his self at home anywhere you allow him too. So if an owner fails to provide small spaces for him to lay down and spend time with you, he most likely will make a nest somewhere you don’t want him to. This could be on a chair or on a pillow or in a pencil case. Moving him from his chosen spot will result in hissing and biting.
4.It’s recommended to own Ayabat as a single pet. Other bat companions will only result in fights. Ayabat will become very aggressive and might even show fangs to his owner.
5.Ayabat shows very little interest in fancy toys, however he shows a lot of interest in games. You feel like sitting around wiggling a string with a feather at the end, Ayabat will chase and jump at it. Want to pretend tag with your companion, Ayabat is down for that too. Multiple games will allow Ayabat to keep healthy and be happy.
6.An angry Ayabat will often stay around his owner. Not in order to seek comfort but to get back at them. Owners will need to be able to predict the behavior of their pet companion at all times. Otherwise, simple actions like typing on a keyboard may result in trying to get Ayato bat tacked off your harm.
7. Refuses to take baths unless it’s with his owner. He enjoys perching himself while he is scrubbed or simply soaked in a warm bath. Recommended to have a suction cup perch in the bathroom. Do not use bubble bath or strong soaps with Ayabat, he will get rashes.
8. Do to needing a diet high in sugars, like Kanabat, it’s recommended to manually brush Ayabat’s teeth. This may be a struggle because he will outright refuse to be handled. There are small beads that claim to help clean your pet’s teeth, but they don’t work as efficiently. Owners that keep at it, might see an improvement in Ayabat’s behavior during teeth brushing.
9. Ayabat enjoys back rubs and only back rubs. He has a tendency to nibble fingers if rubbed on his tummy and will kick and scratch if his wings are touched.
10. Ayabat isn’t much of a cuddle bug like a lot of the Diabolik bats are. He will stick by his owner’s side, but he’s very independent and rarely climbs onto his owner. In fact, he prefers sitting on his owners lap while they watch TV together.
Over all care statistics:
Socialization needed: 3 / 5 Grooming needed: 1 / 5 Training ability: 2 / 5 Friendliness in a family: 1 / 5 Friendliness towards owner: 3.5 / 5 Friendliness towards other bat pets: 1 / 5 Heavy eater: 4.5 / 5 Activity levels: 5 / 5 Chattiness levels: 3 / 5
(A continuation of THIS) Approx 700 words, some under the cut <3
The puppy padded along Hanin’s chestplate, her tiny
feet producing occasional musical taps as nail met metal. Like a barefoot man treading through a field of glass, she gingerly wandered about, her little nose twitching, her fur so fluffy it looked
Not that he intended to eat
her, of course.
Lying on his back, the clouds limping overhead, Hanin decided
the whole situation was incongruous yet peaceful, like a solitary flower blooming
between the cracked floor of a ruined building. Of all things to slow him down, he never quite
expected it to be a puppy, lost in the ankle-deep snow. Hanin had already tried to
hand her off to Cyrus, but that brief adoption had lasted a whole of a few
hours before he found the creature’s wet nose once again pressed to his shin, those brown eyes staring up at him, unblinking and sweet.
“What am I going to do with you, hmm?” he murmured lowly,
reaching down to scratch behind the puppy’s floppy ears. They were so soft –
like velvet between his fingers. Their innate warmth was a pleasant tingle against
his skin. “You seem to keep finding your way back to me, don’t you?”
The puppy did not reply because she was an animal and lacked
the faculties for basic speech. However, while she had no idea what the sounds Hanin
made meant, that did not stop her
from finding them pleasant. Like a
runner building up to full speed, her little tail began to wag then swish
then blur until the entirety of her body was engaged in a vibrant wriggling dance. Barely
keeping her footing, she yipped and offered her tiny tongue for inspection, swiping
it up the back of Hanin’s hand once, twice, then a third time for good measure.
A chuckle rolled up from Hanin’s chest as he watched the display, appropriately
flattered by her approval of his voice. A smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as she slipped about on his smooth armour, but the prospect of falling seemed to be of little concern. Perhaps she just assumed Hanin would catch
I would like for you to tell stupid tourist stories? Your story-telling style is very engaging.
First of all, thank you very much!
Since flattery will get you pretty much anywhere, allow me to tell you The Tale Of Jar-Jar.
The First year my family moved to Colorado, my family decided to take the annual summer camping trip to Yellowstone, now that we were on the right side of the rockies for it. So we pile into the car with all my mom’s immortal camping gear from the 70′s (srsly, I still have the Colemann stove and cooler. They work perfect) and Cody,The Gentleman Shepherd.
Due to Wyoming looking mostly like the ugly parts of Mad Max, we got onto the wrong highway and arrived after dark. Cody waited patiently in the backseat rather than set up in the rain. Gentlemanly.
The next morning, Mom is doing something miraculous with the Colemann and there is a breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. All is serene and beautiful.
Then the people in the next site pull up. They arrive in a Brand-spanking new Ford Pickup towing a trailer that looks like it was salvaged of a 50′s atomic test field. The Husband emerges first and…
I don’t like judging people based on appearance but Man, when a dude walks out of a pickup wearing a confederate flag hat, and half of a mullet one tends to make assumptions.
The eldest child came out next, a boy of about 12, with a rat-tail. Followed by his brother, a boy of about 10, with a rat-tail Followed by his brother, a boy of about 8, with a rat-tail. Followed by his brother, a boy of about 6, with a rat-tail. Followed by his brother, a boy of about 4, with a rat-tail.
The wife finally emerges, looking like death warmed over and carrying a boy of about two, with a rat-tail. It is unclear if she has poor posture or if she is pregnant again. The Boys capable of standing all immediately do so at the border of our site, staring covetously at my bacon.
Finally, with a loud plop and wheezing noise, comes thier dog, for a given value of dog. Pugs are not terribly healthy-looking creatures at the best of times, but this poor thing looked like the canine equivalent of a Hapsburg. One eye was so bulged as to be permanently wall-eyed, and his jaw jutted out in front of him at a distressingly kapakahi angle.
“C’mere Jar-Jar!” hollers the Husband.
“Good God.” muttered my father.
The adults proved over the course of the next hour to be loathsome creatures- Husband was constant’y screaming at the boys the “fuckin’ get me the thing, you little-” then getting mad when asked for clarification on ‘which thing?’. The Wife was a non-stop stream of complaint- the sun is too hot, the shade is too cold, the tent is too far, the birds are too loud, and everything is awful, I’m going to complain to the ranger. Eventually they got their camp set up, and Husband cracked his first beer of the day as we finished locking the bear box and leaving to hike. It was about 10 AM.
We return some hours later to a very animated discussion between Wife and the Camp Supervisor about “I have rights you know!” vs. “Ma’am, we are under an extreme fire danger warning, and Fireworks have been banned in the park for ages.” Jar-Jar, eager to avoid any outbursts, has scuttled under our bear box, wheezing in agitation. Cody, ever gallant, positions himself between Jar-Jar and his mistress, doing his best impression of a Real Shepherd Who Isn’t Scared of Mice and Snowflakes. Husband is unseen, but there are several beer cans in the fire grate.
That evening’s campfire, normally a time to listen to nocturnal wildlife and the Quiet noises of wild places, is instead a time to listen to drunken racist jokes, a sobbing toddler and Husband screeching “SAY AI WANNIT” whilst dangling scraps in front of jar-jar, until the dog stood on his legs and danced, garbling “Ai-Wa-War” in a voice that sounded less like a bark and more like late-stage emphysema, before collapsing on what looked like sore joints.
Late that night, my parents discuss packing up and looking for a site in Teton down the road over the sounds of half-assed drunken sex.
The boys, in spite of their parents, are well mannered, intelligent and engaging to talk to, and seem content to frolic in the woods around the site, examining rocks and plants and the occasional insect. Dad has a nice time telling them about the Yellowstone supervolcano whilst their parents have vanished to parts unknown. Jar-jar remains off-lead and un-collared the entire time, huffing and puffing as he tries to keep up. Still, five boys is perhaps too much attention for an elderly pug, and the too-hard petting and pulling of ears and tail and suchlike is tolerated with an exasperated whine and vacations under our bear-box.
The second night, Husband was furious about something, cursing up a storm and throwing things and generally having a tantrum. The eldest boy said something to him and he bore down on him, hand raised and screaming something about ‘useless pieces of shit.” -When they were interrupted by my mother stepping into their site, all four feet eleven inches of ill-contained fury, staring him down.
“I was wondering.” She said, eyes not moving from him. “If I could borrow some matches.” “Ours got wet.” Dad added, immediately behind her, less as support than restraint.
I remember how ghastly quiet the woods got for a moment there, watching the scene unfold from behind Cody, the only sounds the campfire and crickets.
“Uh, yeah. Matches.” The Wife muttered, and it was enough to get Husband to back down.
“You have lovely children.” Dad continued. “Very smart, very polite.” “You must be so blessed.” My mother adds, only slightly spitting the word.
My parents take the matches and talk a bit longer but I couldn’t hear. Husband gave up, flopping down in his chair, but not before giving Jar-Jar a kick.
The next morning, as my family was packing up to head down to Teton instead, The Eldest boy approached us, concerned.
“Sir?” he asked dad. “Have you seen jar-jar?”
We hadn’t actually, his gravely groveling notably absent that morning at breakfast. My sister and I went on a search with the boys through the camp, but to no avail. We did find Wife, complaining to the campground host that there were too many wild animals around. In the National Park. Saddened and trying to give the boys some hope that perhaps jar-Jar had not been eaten by the coyotes, we left.
On the way out the main gate, we ended up behind a Buick with Florida plates, driven by a couple well into their octogenarian period, at about seven miles per hour. As they stopped at the checkout gate, clearly asking for directions, a dog climbed up to sit in the back window. A fat, lop-sided, wall-eyed little Pug, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
And that’s the story of how Jar-jar escaped the Hell family to Florida.
image: Sarira Reliquary, Daegu National Museum, Korea
Here is a collection of D&D 5e homebrew magic items designed with clerics in mind. Many can be used by non-clerics, especially the ones simply inspired by the core pantheon of Dungeons & Dragons deities. Hope you enjoy them!
+1 Holy Symbol
Wondrous Item, Rare,
Requires attunement by a cleric
A cleric attuned to this holy symbol that uses it as their spellcasting focus has +1 to their spell attacks and deals +1 damage with their damaging spells.
Goblet of Purity
Wondrous Item, Rare, Requires attunement by a cleric
A cleric attuned to the goblet can bless water poured into it. Water blessed in this way becomes free of disease and becomes crystal clear. Creatures drinking from the goblet are cured of all diseases ailing them.
Morningstar, Rare, Requires attunement by a cleric
This morningstar is coated in holy water, which flows constantly and magically from coral-like patterns in the head of the weapon down to the spiraling conical spikes adorning it. The holy water does not drip unless swung, and holy water spilled from it disappears where it lands. The weapon deals an additional 1d4 acid damage to undead and fiends, even ones that might be normally immune or resistant to acid damage.
Censor of Divinity
Wondrous Item, Uncommon, Requires attunement by a cleric
Once per day, when incense is burned in the censor and waved about, the cleric can increase the DC of one of their Channel Divinity abilities by 1.
Incense of Peaceful Rest
Wondrous Item, Common
Creatures resting within 60 ft. while this incense burns may heal one hit die in addition to any hit dice spent to heal themselves.
Prayer Beads of Recall
Wondrous Item, Uncommon,
Requires attunement by a cleric
As you pray to your deity and run these beads through your fingers, you can teleport yourself and up to 9 allies to the nearest temple of your deity over the course of 1 minute. This ability works once before the beads disappear in a silent flicker of light. A creature must attune to this item by praying in a temple of their deity over a long rest.
Wondrous Item, Varied Rarity, Requires attunement by a cleric
The forms of reliquaries vary greatly. They can be bones or clothes of saints or notable religious figures or pieces of history from your religion, and can be completely unadorned or within an intricate vessel or chest ranging in size but usually able to be carried on your person. A reliquary can have one or more abilities based on its rarity:
Rare: The reliquary can cast Lesser Restoration on a creature that touches it once per day. The object passively emits daylight out to 30 ft. and dim light for another 30 ft.
The reliquary has the abilities of a rare reliquary. In addition, the reliquary can grant a creature that touches it an effect similar to a Bless spell for 1 hour once per day. This ability does not stack with other Bless spells. Creatures within 30 ft. of the reliquary also cannot become frightened.
Legendary: The reliquary has the abilities of a rare and very rare reliquary. In addition, the reliquary can cast Heal on a creature that touches it once per day and creatures slain within 60 ft. of the reliquary cannot be turned into undead.
Book of Boccob
Wondrous Item, Rare, Requires attunement
Poring over this book grants the attuned user a +1 bonus on arcana and religion checks. The book can also be used once a week to cast a Commune spell.
Exquisite Mantle of Corellon Larethian
Wondrous Item, Rare, Requires attunement
This item cannot be attuned to a Drow, Orc, or Half-Orc; races despised by Corellon Larethian. The cloak can be used once per day to shroud the attuned creature in unearthly beauty. All creatures within 60 ft. that can see the creature must make a CHA saving throw with a DC of 13. Evil creatures that fail become frightened and blinded for 1d4+1 rounds. Nonevil, nongood creatures that fail become frightened and blinded for 1 round. Good creatures that fail suffer no ill effects.
Burrowing Arrow of Gruumsh
Any arrow or bolt, Uncommon, Requires attunement
Elves cannot attune to this item; a race despised by Gruumsh. This arrow is tipped with a red stone arrowhead with an eye carved into it. The shaft has a texture like that of a rat. When the arrow hits a creature with a discernible anatomy, it transforms into a rabid rat that gnaws deeper into the hit creature. The rat deals 1d6 damage on the start of each of the creature’s turns until they rip it out with a DC 11 STR check or by dealing 5 damage to it.
Claw of Nerull
Rod, Uncommon, Requires attunement
This disembodied skeletal forearm is tipped with a pointing finger and is covered with dried blood. When the command word is spoken and the rod is pointed at a living creature of Large size or smaller up to 30 ft. away, skeletal hands emerge from the ground and grasp at the creature, holding them in place for up to 1 minute. The creature must make a DC 15 DEX saving throw to evade the emerging hands or a DC 16 STR saving throw to break free of them. The rod can be used in this way once per day.
Hextor’s Gauntlet of Dominion
Wondrous Item, Rare, Requires attunement
A black iron spiked gauntlet that oils itself with blood and sweat. Once per day you may clench the gauntlet into a fist before you. You may cast Command as a bonus action targeting a creature that can hear and see you within 60 ft. Each round that you maintain concentration and keep your fist clenched for up to 1 minute, you can cast Command again as a bonus action, but you must target the same creature with it each round. While your fist is clenched in this way you cannot use it for other actions such as attacking or holding things.
Briarknot Armor of Obad-Hai
Armor, Rare, Requires attunement
A brooch that looks like a fetish of leaves, twigs, and flowers that can be affixed to your clothing. When the command word is spoken, it rapidly grows to cover your body in a form-fitting armor of thorny vines. The armor changes your base AC to 17 (no benefit from DEX bonus). Creatures that touch you or hit you with a natural or unarmed melee attack take 1d6 piercing damage. The armor wilts and dies when the command word is spoken once more, but the brooch remains intact to be called upon again.
Ruby Dagger of Wee Jas
Dagger, Very Rare, Requires attunement by a cleric
This +1 dagger is made from a shard of a large magical ruby and has an intricate golden hilt. When a creature is slain by this dagger their soul exits their body, ignites, and surges towards the nearest enemy within 30 ft., dealing 7d6 fire damage before leaving for the afterlife. A creature that makes a DC 15 DEX saving throw takes only half of this damage.
Vessel of Vecna
Wondrous Item, Uncommon
A skull of a humanoid that was missing their left eye. When a secret, thought, or memory is whispered to the skull’s face, it causes its good eye socket to glow with a tiny point of green light. The creature that whispered to the vessel completely forgets their thought, memory, or secret and cannot recall it even through magical means. It is as if they never knew it in the first place and are forbidden from thinking about it further. A creature that whispers a command word to a vessel with such a glow within it learns the secret held within, emptying the vessel once more. Destroying a Vessel of Vecna with a secret stored within it does not restore the memories of the initial creature.
Yondalla’s Blessed Seeds
Wondrous Item, Uncommon
These simple-looking seeds come in a pouch featuring Yondalla’s holy symbol on the side. A pouch typically contains 2d4+1 seeds when found. When one of the seeds is thrown onto a patch of dirt at least 5 ft. in diameter, it rapidly grows into a full-grown tree over the course of one round. The tree is about 4 feet in diameter and is 60 feet in height. Climbing such a tree requires a DC 12 Athletics or Acrobatics check.
Hammer of Moradin
Wondrous Item, Rare, Requires attunement
This item can be used as a warhammer. If attuned to a dwarf, it is instead treated as a +1 warhammer. Once per day, the hammer can be used to repair any item made of metal or stone up to a 10-ft. cube. Alternatively, it can be used to cast Fabricate but only on stone or metal material.
Dowsing Rod of Garl Glittergold
Rod, Uncommon, Requires attunement
This golden rod can be used once per day to point its wielder in the direction of the largest collection of wealth (in gems and/or minerals) within 500 ft.
Wondrous Item, Very Rare, Requires attunement by a non-evil cleric, druid, paladin, or ranger
This spiraling white horn can be blown to summon a Unicorn mount. The unicorn serves faithfully and will fight for the creature it is attuned to but if it is asked to perform an evil act then it will vanish and the horn will crumble into pieces. The unicorn cannot cast its Teleport spell and cannot use its Legendary Actions while summoned in this way. When the unicorn is slain it instead vanishes, returning to the place it was summoned from. The horn can only be used during a new moon (once a month) and only one unicorn can be summoned at a time.
Confident, proud, loud, TURN DOWN FOR WHAT type, always seems to be going somewhere, hates Slytherins
The Know It All:
Practically a Ravenclaw, never studies and somehow can still pass, kinda lazy but very very defensive, loves wizard chess
Cares for friends, always seems to be studying, has very little common sense, top of the class, could definitely fail every subject if they didn't study, always referee in lunch time quidditch matches
Always complains about being tired when they've slept for 10 hours, loves coffee, hates care of magical creatures because it requires going outside
Tries to flirt with teachers to get out of trouble, loves quidditch a bit too much, MVP, has way too much Gryffindor pride, either great or terrible at time management
The Shy One:
Literally does not give two shits about quidditch, just wants to pass Potions, loves the library and Honeydukes
Extremely vocal, confident to the point of narcissism, argues with literally everyone, savage 24/7, may actually bite you
The Lucky One:
Answers questions in class correctly when the teacher doesn't think they're listening, finds Galleons on the floor, wins competitions, crushes always like them back
• prompt: reader gets jealous of tina and newts (friendship) and goes off and gets drunk • word count: y do i even write this i never look it up • warnings: drinking/alcohol & jealousy (sorry for the lack of gif, tumblr is being heckin annoying atm)
• Drown Your Sorrows•
Y/N walks into the living room (of her shared apartment with the Goldstein sisters) balancing an impressing pile of various volumes on magical creatures she had spent hours showering through the archives- for Newt. “Newt I-” Her face falls as she spots Newt and Porpentia curled up in front of the fireplace, going through his field journals. “Newt?” She asks softly, her voice cracking slightly as the two don’t take any notice of her presence, Newt speaking animatedly about his favorite creatures. She ducks her head, leaving the towering pile of books on the smooth oak coffee table behind the two, holding her arms and turning to walk quickly out of the room. Newt laughs, an occurrence that doesn’t usually happen, and Y/N freezes, holding her elbows, her back turned to the two, staring at the floor as a pang of burning emptiness shoots through her chest. She quietly exits the room, sliding the door shut silently behind her, and just about walks into Queenie, who is preparing dinner in the kitchen. The blonde takes one look at Y/N and her face softens, “Sweetie-” “Please don’t read my mind-” Y/N mutters, staring at the floor, “Please!” She glares up at her friend and walks briskly to her room.
Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?
Word Count: 1.9k
You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.
“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.
“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.
You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.
Ok. So instead of animals, it’s supernatural creatures: werewolves, vampires, witches, faires, ghosts, mermaids, ect. And then there’s regular old humans.
Stiles lives in a small town outside of Mythtopia (idk I’m not good with names). Ever since he was little, he always wanted to be an enforcer of the peace, to stand up for the equal rights of all. But no one believed he could do it because a human has never been on the force in Mythtopia. But when Stiles turns 21, he surprises everyone by graduating from the academy, the first human to do so. The mayor, a supernatural creature, of Mythtopia surprises everyone even more by announcing that Stiles will be stationed at the heart of Mythtopia.
*queue the scene of Stiles traveling by train and see all the different “zones” for the different creatures*
Anyway, things go like they do in the movie: Stiles is ecstatic to be living out his dream but no one takes him seriously because they don’t think a human can be on the force, he gets stuck doing menial tasks when all he wants to do is help with the missing creatures cases. He ends up putting his job on the line for 48 hours to solve the case, with the help of the assistant mayor, another human.
Stiles ends up meeting Derek, a werewolf, who regrettably ends up helping Stiles on the case. The two get passed they’re rocky start and become partners and friends as they “solve” the case.
When Stiles is speaking at a press conference, he mentions that the missing creatures are acting erratic because of they’re “base” nature. Derek is hurt and upset that Stiles would believe such a thing, that he secretly is afraid that Derek might “wolf out” at any given moment.
Queue more from the movie: Derek ignores Stiles, supernatural creatures are being detained for turning violent, Stiles is offered to be the new face of the force by the new mayor, feeling awful Stiles goes home. While there, his dad randomly mentions a plant called “nightshade”, and plant capable of turning anyone violent, supernatural creatures and humans alike.
Stiles races back to the city to find Derek. He finds Derek and apologizes for everything. They make up and race to find the source of the nightshade. Eventually they solve the case (complete with Derek pretending to wolf out on Stiles): it was the new mayor, wanting to make humans the top of the hierarchy again.
They become heroes in Mythtopia. Derek goes to the academy and joins Stiles on the force as his partner. They’re the best team on the force and of course they fall in love and all ends well.
If I sound bitter it is because I am. This is not your problem any longer as you well recognize. Perhaps I am too much of a sentimentalist but as difficult as it would have been I would have liked to say goodbye to you in person, kiss you one last time…Sunday, as I sat on the bench in the prison yard, basking in the sun, the fear grew with each hour. What a pathetic creature I must have appeared to be. Watching, waiting. Then three o’clock arrived and three fifteen and three thirty and three fifty and finally four. I waited until the bitter end, I imagined you driving to the airport and boarding the plane just a few miles away and I was struck with the panic of a caged animal. I felt the suicidal urge to run at the barbed wire fence and run and run to say goodbye to you before the plane flew you away from me forever. Crying, trembling as the last minutes ticked away I kept pleading softly to myself, “Please, Liz, please.” Please don’t leave me this way, I thought. Sunday was the most demoralizing day of my life. Sunday I think I finally recognized how powerless and weak I am.
- A letter from Ted Bundy to Liz Kloepfer dated September 7, 1976.
(( Pausing the other story I’m working on briefly to fulfill a request from @ennui160. This should be about five parts. ))
“It’s been throwing trash out of the tank— don’t feed it today.”
“Okay,” Alfred says, hiding his annoyance at his boss for not having informed him of this before he loaded the fish into the bucket. Turning around, he rolls his eyes and makes his way back into the stinky food storage room, prepared to throw the slimy fuckers into their holding tank. Apparently, mermen only eat live fish.
It’s kinda messed up, if you think about it. Humans don’t just dislocate their jaws and swallow live cows or nothin’.
Twenty minutes later, during lunch break, a comment from Francis has him looking up.
“It seems our aquatic friend is in a mood today.”
Alfred glances over at the tank they’re near, which happens to be the back wall access of the merman’s tank. It’s a pretty good observation point for the new exhibit, which explains why the handy metal picnic bench has been set up there. All the aquarium goers in the main areas can’t see the employees through the back glass, so it’s a prime spot to sit down and eat a sandwich so long as none of the overbearing scientists are trying to do work there.
“Yeah, Ludwig told me not to feed him.”
Francis purses his lips at that, expression soured. “I suppose that is the result of him throwing those awful pennies back out at the children?”
“Hey, man, it could’ve hit a kid in the eye or somethin’,” Alfred points out. “You can’t let bad behavior go unpunished or it’ll just get worse.”
“Yeah well just text me when you want us to come over?” I said as I pulled out my notebook.
We were sitting in the second row out of my choosing and because I had shown up early to get a good seat. I liked the third row because you were close enough for the prof to know your face but not too close for him to ask you questions.
“Excuse me?” I heard a voice coming from next to Shawn. I glanced over and saw the girl in the row up from us leaning over the seats, her long hair falling near Shawn and she pushed it back behind one ear. “I wasn’t here last class, do you think I could get a picture of your notes?”
My eyes narrowed automatically. First, most of the power points were online, you could sufficiently catch up by just reading them alone and supplementing with the textbook, second why didn’t she ask the people next to her and third, why was her smile so fucking big?
“Oh yeah for sure, but my writing is terrible? Maybe you might want to ask someone else?” Shawn answered
*Requested* Imagine Alaric forces Damon to take over his history class for the day, while he and the gang discuss plans on how to deal with the newest threat that waltzed into town, and Damon takes things a little too far.
(This is based on THIS prompt my dear pal @shadyladyperfection brought to my attention. Also, this is unedited since it is pretty late here. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)
It´s a dull Monday in Mystic Falls and the Mystic High students slur through the vinyl tiled halls wishing to be anywhere but here at this unholy hour. The bell rings and everyone makes their way to the first class of the day, including an out of place, leather jacket wearing Damon. Alaric asked him to join him this morning without giving him a reason why, but still, Damon did what his buddy asked him, and made his way to the school.
He rounds the corner, happily whistling while he goes along. Finally, after another corner, he enters the classroom, the whistling dying down as Bonnie, Tyler, and Elena pass him. Caroline stops next to your desk and asks you if you are coming with them, but you decline, not wanting to miss this shitshow that is about to go down.
Alaric then follows Caroline and comes to a stop in front of Damon.
Alaric: “Uhm, you don´t mind taking over for a while, right? No? Great. See you later.”
He gives him a pad on the shoulder and leaves. Damon is startled for a second but then takes a few steps and yells down the hallway.
Damon: “Hey! Ric! Come back! You can´t leave me alone in here!”
even with a year of teaching under his belt, neville still felt out of place standing in the professor’s lounge
like he’d just sneaked in and would be caught and given detention at any moment
so he wasn’t surprised when he jumped a little at hearing mcgonagall greet him by name as she entered the room
“alone, are we mr. longbottom?”
he shrugged. “still just trying to get used to it.”
a look of something neville thought might be pity flashed across her face before she let out a small hum. “yes well, it seems being the only one in the lounge has made you the odd man out. our new care of magical creatures professor will be here in half an hour, and as i have meetings at the ministry all afternoon, i’m entrusting you to help them settle in.”
he almost protested. he had a few more trunks to unpack and lesson plans to revise and three and a half greenhouses to tend to. but as soon as he opened his mouth mcgonagall leveled a severe stare at him so instead he smiled and gave a curt nod
“of course headmistress.” she thanked him and left, her green tartan cloak fluttering behind her. he wondered for a moment if she’d have given such a parental scolding glare to any of the other professors, or if she knew that given his young age and the previous nature of their relationship allowed her to do so with him alone
his thoughts were interrupted when she popped back in, holding the door open just enough to take a step into the room. “and longbottom, do try to be civil.” and she left again, just as quickly as she’d returned
try to be civil? since when was he anything but?
in any case, he decided to use his remaining half hour to unpack before heading to the entry hall to wait for the new professor
he opened one of the giant doors, thinking it might let in a nice breeze, and that it would be easier to spot the newest faculty member when they arrived
“it’s about time you showed up.”
the voice behind him was familiar but odd. familiar because he knew just who it belonged too, but odd because where it should have been genuinely mean and scathing it was playfully sarcastic and self aware.
he turned on his heels with one last hope that it wasn’t who he thought it was
pansy watched that hope drain from his face as locked eyes with her. she smirked, taking joy in his displeasure. “my trunks are in the carriage,” she said, turning to head further into the castle, not waiting for him
a moment later she heard a scuffle behind her as he scrambled to catch up with her
“what are you doing here?” he asked, half upset, half confused
she shrugged, not breaking her pace. “waiting for you to show me to my chambers. i’d prefer something overlooking the lake, but i supposed i could settle for cliff-side view.”
neville glanced back, making sure the house elf he’d summoned was retrieving her things. “this can’t be right,” he mumbled
that stopped pansy in her tracks and she spun to meet him so quickly that he almost tripped backwards. “why?” she spat. “because i’m not some golden gryffindor killing myself to be a hero? because i’m not some doe-eyed bleeding heart with a savior complex?”
neville shrank under her words. not because of the venom that came with them but because of their actual impact.
“let’s get one thing straight longbottom, i got this job because i was the most qualified candidate. over-qualified, actually, as i had to claw my way out of a reputation that was put on me before i could even walk just to even be consider for the position.
he averted his eyes, guilt over taking him.
“i wonder if you were the most qualified,” she continued. “or did your war hero status get you a free pass? or perhaps it was your old head of house being the new headmistress that did it?”
he glared at her. at least that much he knew wasn’t true. she may not have known mcgonagall well, but he did, and she wouldn’t do anyone any favors if it meant giving the student’s a sub-par teacher.
that was it, though, wasn’t it? if pansy said she was the most qualified candidate, then she must of been. mcgonagall wouldn’t have hired her other wise.
pansy saw his glare soften before he pushed by her. “come on,” he mumbled. “i’ll show you to your room.”
her trunks were waiting for them just inside of the small apartment that had been allocated for her, and the elves had even put a kettle on and laid out some biscuits.
“not too shabby,” pansy mused, checking the view from the windows in the lounge area. having a view looking down on the lake was much better than the one into the lake that the slytherin dungeons had provided.
she’d have to change the dust old lace curtains, and transfigure the heavy and worn furniture, but the space was nice
there was a lounge with two big windows and a fireplace, a small kitchen with a little round dining table for two, a bathroom with a large clawfoot tub, and a bedroom with a canopy bed similar to her old dorm one and plenty of room for her clothes. not too shabby at all.
neville was still standing by the door when she came out from inspecting the bedroom. “i’ll let you to it then,” he said, hand on the door. “there’s a staff meeting before lunch, in the great hall. i’ll show you to the lounge after that.”
she nodded and he opened the door, but stopped just short of stepping over the threshold. his shoulders heaved with his sigh. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice low but genuine.
the door was nearly closed behind him when she let out a sigh of her own. if she was ever going to fit in, to enjoy her time teaching, she had to start now.
“neville wait.” he stopped and opened the door more, looking at her in confusion. “you should at least stay for tea.”
A Voice for the Voiceless: The Legacy of Ida B. Wells
Photo: Ida B. Wells Barnett, in a photograph by Mary Garrity from c. 1893.
Ida Bell Wells was born into slavery in 1862 and emancipated by the Union Army six months later. She leaves behind a legacy as a voice for the voiceless, as one of our nation’s foremost critics of a racial injustice and a journalistic champion of the truth.
Her family was very active during the Reconstruction period and members of the Republican Party. Her father, James Wells helped to found Shaw University in North Carolina. After a tragic illness, Wells lost her parents and moved to Memphis, TN. She began her career in activism early as a student at Fisk University.
In 1884, after refusing to give up her seat on a train to a white patron, she was forcibly removed and later sued the railroad. She initially won a $500 settlement, but the ruling was overturned by the Tennessee Supreme Court.
This was her “aha” moment where she began her one woman crusade for injustice. Wells turned to writing and began chronicling issues of race and politics in the Deep South. Under the name “lola,” Wells became a leading voice on issues of racial injustice and eventually owned three newspapers including;
Memphis Free Speech, Headlight and the Free Speech.
In addition to her civil rights work, Wells also worked as a teacher in a segregated school. Her work there led her to attack the system of segregation and her vocal displeasure eventually got her fired.
However, it was the deaths of Tom Moss, Calvin McDowell and Will Stewart—three African American business owners in Memphis—that ignited her charge to take on lynching. Moss, McDowell and Stewart were killed after they opened a grocery store that directly competed with a white-owned store and drove business away.
“Our country’s national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.” —Ida B. Wells
Photo: Ida B. Wells (author), Southern Horrors: Lynch Law in All Its Phases, book cover, 1892.
In response, Wells traveled the South gathering records of lynchings and wrote “Southern Horrors: Lynch Laws in All its Phases” in 1892. Her reports outraged southern whites and she was never able to return to Memphis. The next year she published “A Red Record,” a personal reflection on the lynching crisis and spoke around the world about the atrocities going on in the United States.
Segregation remained a cause close to her heart and Wells authored a response to the
1893 World’s Columbian Exposition decision to ban black exhibitors.
“The exhibit of the progress made by a race in 25 years of freedom as against 250 years of slavery, would have been the greatest tribute to the greatness and progressiveness of American institutions which could have been shown the world. The colored people of this great Republic number eight millions – more than one-tenth the whole population of the United States.” Ida B. Wells, “The Reason Why the Colored American Is Represented in the World’s Columbian Exposition.”
In 1898 she took her anti-lynching campaign all the way to the White House, urging President William McKinley to act to save black lives. Although several bills would be introduced, the United States has never explicitly outlawed lynching.
Photo: This is a flyer created by the NAACP in 1922 to raise awareness about the lynching epidemic that was occurring and the proposed Dyer anti-lynching bill.
Today I am gonna write about another DMT experience I’ve had a while back. It was around 9 pm or something and I had nothing to do so I decided to smoke some DMT. I smoked around 135mg of extracted N N DMT powder and in the moment I exhaled the DMT I already felt the first effects.
It started with a tingling located in my chest, close to my heart which began to take over in waves through my whole body. The tingling got more and more powerful and it felt like the ground I was sitting commenced to dissolve. My heart was racing more and more and the tingling feeling reached my head. I heard strange deep noises and a really loud rushing noise. The visuals also got more and more intensive. I saw psychedelic patterns all over my room and the walls were moving and breathing. The more powerful the tingling and the noises became the crazier my visuals began to be. The patterns were morphing into faces that seemed to be talking because they were moving their mouths. It felt more and more like that the ground and almost everything material was dissolving and then I heard kind of a really loud crack or bang and whoop.
I was falling through my ground faster and faster. I saw lights, colors and patterns moving beside me and everywhere were those faces I saw on my walls. The noises I heard began to sound more like super deep voices and it really felt like these faces were actually trying to communicate with me. The deeper I fell the slower I got until I stood completely still. I was looking around and all I saw was black and moving lights all around me. Theses dancing lights were in the most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen. Colors so exceptionally uncommon that I am pretty sure those colors don’t exist in our world. I really don’t have words to describe this breathtaking moment. It felt like I was enjoying this light-dance for hours and then something amazing happened. The lights got more and more, I was only able to see colors everywhere but they still got more. The more colors I saw the more it became white, which makes sense because white is basically every color at maximum. In the moment my view turned completely into white I heard another crack or bang noise and I was in the DMT-World again. I visited this world two times before that trip and I already wrote a trip report about my first arrival in this world but this time I try to describe it as good as possible.
I was on the shore of a lake with deep azure blue water, on the lake were many huge water plants with purple and red blossoms. Around this lake were big hills completely overgrown with trees or other plants and it looked like a rainbow with all these colored plants. The sky was slightly pink-purple-red and the sun went down. In the sky, I was also able to see other planets and two galaxies. This beautiful sunset and the galaxies were reflecting in the water and it was a really really beautiful light play. Around the shoreline were small buildings and small little creatures were waiting in front of their houses. The buildings were purple-blue and around them were pretty huge plants. It looked like those creatures built their houses in plants. The creatures were as tall as my legs and red-greenish patterned all over their body. The patterns they have all over their body are looking like many toothed wheels. Furthermore, they have big eyes and small elf-looking ears, that’s probably why most people call them Machine or DMT-Elves. I already met those creatures before, so I walked to them. The closer I got the more were the elves dancing and moving. It seemed like they were unbelievable happy to see me again. I reached their little village or whatever it was and they immediately started to dance around me and it sounded like they were singing. I was lying in the extremely green looking grass watching the sunset and around 7-10 DMT-Elves were holding their hands and started to dance in a hand-holding-circle around me. It looked really funny and I enjoyed it a lot. It was such a beautiful, colorful and peaceful place. I forgot all the fuckery we have on our planet, all the destruction that is caused by humans. Suddenly the creatures stopped dancing and one of them spoke to me. I freaked out because he was speaking a god damn language I was able to understand. He said something like: “We are pleased to see you again and we would love to keep you here but sadly… The time has come. You need to go” I answered totally perplexed: “How… How can I stay here?” The creature hesitated for a moment and answered with a really honest voice: “You need to die”.
The dancing lights were appearing again and my view turned white. It lasted a few moments and then the white light wore off and I was able to see my room again. I was still sitting on my ground and almost every DMT-effect was gone. I was extremely disillusioned and I tried to understand what this creature meant with “You need to die”. I thought for hours about it and I came to the conclusion that the only way I am able to live in this world is that my body needs to die. I need to leave my physical cage on earth and free my mind to permanently be in this place.