dresden spoilers

wicked games : a fanmix for the suffering game 


“You know the rules: once you sacrifice something here, you don’t get it back!”

christina aguilera - enter the circus/welcome // lady gaga - paparazzi // circus contraption - carousel // mother mother - body // stolen babies - filistata // humanwine - rivolta silenziosa // the dresden dolls - necessary evil // firewater - borneo // p!nk - funhouse // dead man’s bones - lose your soul // jason webley - dance while the sky crashes down 

So I read this awesome Dresden Files fanfic https://archiveofourown.org/works/3308696 and was sad that there wasn’t really any others like it, and now I have an idea for a related (but not identical) idea.

Possible spoilers for the more recent books below.

Imagine this:

There’s a parent-teacher conference at Maggie’s school, and Harry decides to go rather than the Carpenters. But what he doesn’t know is that Maggie’s teacher is the IT teacher. And, one of the other teachers is a minor talent or Paranet type and recognises him and is trying and failing to get the IT teacher to mOVE THE CONFERENCE OUT OF THE COMPUTER LAB PLEASE, DAMMIT but the IT teacher is just like, “why would I do that” because they have never heard of wizards. And that’s how the school ends up needing to spend its entire tech budget for the year on replacing almost every computer in the school.

Please someone write this?

I’d write it myself, but I don’t think I have the Dresden Files style down well enough at the moment.

So I’m in university and I’ve started reading the Dresden Files for the bus rides and I’ve reached the point where I just want to quit school and spend my days reading the Dresden files because I still have 11 novels and a few Side stories to read.

“That homeless guy on the bench?” I asked.
"Yes.”
I took a breath and said, “There’s a big yellow exclamation point floating over his head.” After a brief pause I added, “I’m not crazy. My mother had me tested.”
Michael sat back a little on the bike’s seat and rubbed at his beard pensively. He missed the reference. “Hmmm. Odd. Does that bring anything to mind for you, personally?”
I snorted. “Yeah, it’s what every NPC in every MMORPG ever looks like when they have a quest to give you.”
"There were a great many letters in that, and not much that I understood,” he said soberly.
—  Waldo Butters and Michael Carpenter (Day One by Jim Butcher)

mr-mikail  asked:

I just realized that inner Jack this season is a lot like inner Harry. Always well dressed and acting as their Id.

Right? I really like Jack’s PTSD inner demon constantly being the Devil’s Advocate because it shows not only how much he’s been through, but that he does think about right and wrong even after the hell he’s survived. I especially liked the “murderer” crows (HIGH FIVE FOR DAT PUN GENNDY) for showing that Jack is in fact still fucked up over killing the other daughters. I know you saw how I was disappointed that after all that torturous contemplating, he just wiped them out in one go and almost seemed fine with it, but no, he is still miserable over killing them.

Though I am still grumpy that after ALL that buildup, the daughters won’t get anymore time to shine except for Ashi. Come on. What a waste.

Good thing the fandom is churning out adorable Samurai Dad fanart/fan comics. That’s some goooooood shit right thurr. 

“Do you know my dog’s name?”

“Cerberus,” I said promptly. “But everyone knows that.”

“Do you know what it means?”

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I shook my head.

“It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means ‘spotted.’”

I blinked. “You’re a genuine Greek god. You’re the Lord of the Underworld. And … you named your dog Spot?”

“Who’s a good dog?” Hades said, scratching the third head behind the ears, and making the beast’s mouth drop open in a doggy grin. “Spot is. Yes, he is.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

—  The Dresden Files - Skin Game
Dresden Files, End of the Line
  • Storm Front: My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me a call.
  • I'm in the book.
  • Fool Moon: I reached for the phone and started spinning the dial to Susan's number. Mister batted at my hand approvingly.
  • "Or maybe I'm just too stupid to get out of trouble's way, eh?"
  • Mister rumbled a deep, affirmative purr in his chest. I settled back to ask Susan over, and enjoyed the warmth of the fire.
  • Grave Peril: The Council is going to be furious at me, but what else is new.
  • Susan doesn't call. Doesn't visit. But I got a card from her, on my birthday, Halloween. She only wrote three words.
  • I'll let you guess what three.
  • Summer Knight: "All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once."
  • I stared at Billy for a minute and started to laugh. My own aches and bruises and cuts and wounds pained me, but it was an honest, stretchy pain, something that was healing. I got myself some dice and some paper and some pencils and settled down with friends to pretend to be Thorg the Barbarian, to eat, drink, and be merry.
  • Lord, what fools these mortals be.
  • Death Masks: Maybe somethings aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and tooth paste.
  • Me and Susan.
  • But tomorrow was another day.
  • Blood Rites: I frowned at a giant green bag and asked Thomas, "Hey. Why did you get large breed Puppy Chow?"
  • Dead Beat: I stopped and blinked--first at the candles and then at my burned hand.
  • "What?" Butters asked.
  • "Nothing," I said, and opened the book to look over it. "You know, Butters, for a mortician you're a pretty good healer."
  • "You think so?"
  • I glanced at the warm, steady flame of the candles and smiled, "Yeah."
  • Proven Guilty: "You want me to drive us?" he asked.
  • I bowed my head in reply. "I'd like that, sir."
  • White Night: I looked around the place for a minute more. The coffee girls were having a private conversation, evidently, discussing us, if all the covert glances and quiet little smiles were any indication.
  • I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, and it felt good.
  • Small Favor: "An excellent answer," she murmured, her dark eyes huge. "One that should, perhaps, be further explored."
  • I rose and held out her chair for her, and helped her into her coat.
  • As it turned out, the rest of the night was good for the soul, too.
  • Turn Coat: Will swung the door open wide, and we went inside, where I introduced Butters to everyone and produced several bottles of Mac's best ale.
  • See, here's the thing. Morgan was right you can't win them all.
  • But that doesn't mean that you give up. Not ever. Morgan never said that part--he was too busy living it.
  • I closed the door behind me, while life went on.
  • Changes: *Nope it's spoiler territory to the umpteenth degree*
  • Ghost Story: Demonreach stirred. The pale tendrils and roots began withdrawing themselves from my arms, leaving small, bleeding holes behind.
  • "For what?" I asked.
  • "For the journey to my court, Sir Knight." She paused and looked over one shoulder at me, green eyes bright and cold. "There is much work to do be done."
  • Cold Days: Thunder rumbled over Lake Michigan, unusual in November.
  • I settled the new black leather duster over my shoulders, picked up the long, rough branch I'd cut from the island's oldest oak tree a few hours before, and started back up the hill, toward the former lighthouse and future cottage. I had preparation to me.
  • There was a storm coming in.
  • Skin Game: Maggie was warm and soft beside my heart. Mouse stirred for a moment, and shifted until his big shaggy head was lying on my foot before going back to sleep. Behind me, the Carpenter household was settling into the quiet, stable energy of a home going through a familiar pattern. Bedtime.
  • Sometimes you realize you’re standing at a crossroads. That there are two paths stretching out ahead of you, and you have to pick one of them.
  • Without a word, I took Amoracchius and settled it where I could reach it easily when it was time to stand up.

My sister have been debating about this for the last week:

Dresden Files characters in a baking competition like the Great British Bake-Off. No magic/supernatural abilities allowed. The judges are Mac, Charity and Mama Murphy. Who would win? Who would lose?

TBH there aren’t many characters I can actually imagine cooking, so the end result will probably not be brilliant/edible xD

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Have you ever accidentally thought up an AU that’s just wrong enough to make you sort of uncomfortable? Well, that was me the moment I realized that both Nicodemus and Michael are both referred to as Knights, and therefore there’s nothing stopping me from making a Knightswap AU. And so, I present to you Denarian Power Couple Michael and Charity, as Knight of the Cross Nicodemus and Badass Mom Tessa.

I’m not really sure what I was hoping to accomplish with this AU, but making the art for it was a treat all by itself. Y’know, if you ignore the fact that Nick looking genuinely happy is kind of unnerving.

Here are some things that have been on my mind a lot while drawing these:

  • I redesigned Michael with the intention of making Uriel his Fallen. That’s absolutely terrifying.
  • If Uriel is Michael’s Fallen, that leaves Anduriel to be protector of Nicodemus’ family. We’d get to see mortal Anduriel showing up to a shootout with a knife while covered in pancake flour.
  • Nicodemus and Michael’s last names seem really out of place if they don’t get swapped too, considering that one is pretty villainous sounding and the other is totally harmless. And yet, Michael Archleone and Nicodemus Carpenter both sound ridiculous.
  • Winter Lady Deirdre
  • This makes Nick Harry’s best friend I guess??
  • Denarian Charity would be nightmare material
  • Molly would be the one sacrificed at the Gate of Blood
She looked at my face searchingly for a moment and then said, in a tiny voice, “Do you want to be my dad?”
I went blind for a few seconds, until I blinked the tears away.
“Sure,” I said. It came out in a tight croak, but when I said it she smiled at me.
— 

Skin Game, The Dresden Files

I’M NOT CRYING. YOU’RE CRYING. SHUT UP. DON’T TOUCH ME.

I JUST FINISHED “CHANGES” OF THE DRESDEN FILES AND WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

But seriously

Like

UGH

DID HE HAVE TO DIE IN THE LAST LAST PARAGRAPH?

I knew he was going to die, I had it spoiled for me. But it was just so sudden. I thought he was going to live for another book. BUTTTT NOOOO

And so now its past my bedtime and I have to deal with this shit?

I JUST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY

WHO IS GOING TO LOOK AFTER MISTER????

^^^^Legit question I know the cat can probably fend for himself pretty damn well but still.

BUT THEY WERE GONNA DO THE DO!

I DON’T EVEN SHIP THEM BUT THEY WERE GONNA MAKE SWEET PASSIONATE LOVE AND I WAS EXCITED.

How do I even go on? I know there are a couple more books left but this seems so final?

Of course he could always come back from the dead. People do it all the time in scifi fantasy. Hell, I just reblogged something yesterday about Daniel Jackson and his uncanny ability to never stay dead.

I bet if anyone in that universe could come back from the dead, its Dresden.

On a cool note my hometown of Aurora got another mention in this book! Yay…

But I’m still in shock and not quite sure how to proceed.