so I read the comments on my last picture and here you go, they are competing on who can make it flashier, not shown above Solas conjures a giant fade stone hand and Dorian raises the dead to flip him off for him, Viv joins in at some point, it goes on for hours
every other saturday theres movie night of new illegally/magically downloded movies in the dining hall at 9pm
no house elves in the kitchens, it’s staff and pukwudgie students (that volunteered)
a translator spell was invented for students who didn’t speak english very well or at all, or just preferred to speak in their native langauge, and if any other student made any comment like “you’re in america, speak english”, they would spend the rest of their weekends in detention
the wampus common room has two giant stone knight statues that protect the entrance and open the doors for you, anyone is welcome into the common room, just not the dorm rooms, it’s an incredibly, loud, welcoming, and cozy common room
the horned serpent common room is within the library, the password to get in changes every month, and is usually a phrase from literature, it is almost considerbly messy, books scattered everywhere, spilled potions, almost empty potion bottles, cauldrens laying around
the pukwudgie common room is on the same floor as the kitchen, they make up the entire floor, it always smells amazing and is as welcoming as the wampus common room, just not so loud
the thunderbird common room is outside of the castle, in treehouses, the treehouses surround the castle and are all linked together, a very sleepy and very real thunderbird sits in the trees, protecting their rooms from storms or outsiders
football season and march madness is insane
the small town a few miles away from the castle is a very touristy town, full of fake anf for fun witch shops
wampus colors - deep red, orange, gold, and black
horned serpent colors - silver, green, blue
pukwudgie colors - orange, red, brown, yellow
thunderbird colors - grey, light blue, dark blue, brown
quill and ink are only used for final reports, that or typed, normally students just use pens and pencils
due to a few thunderbirds and horned serpents in the river that goes around the castle the weather is usually rainy and stormy
if students desire and/or their home life isn’t ideal or safe, they may stay in the castle on holidays and during the summer
many students who excell in potions go on to be chemists
lots of hand on magic
the surrounding mountains, forests, and rivers are full of nymphs
some students bring in video game consoles for their common room and dorm rooms
starting at 16 students start to get jobs in the small shops within the castle or down in the tourist town
no indigenous cultures are magic, some actual indigenous people have magical abilties just like the rest of the students, but not their culture
there are no-maj electives such as art, computer programming, web design, film, forgein langauge, american sign langauge, writing, journalism, choir, band, theater, shop class, and almost endless social studies classes
Hi Cassie! First of all can I just say I love your books sooo much and I literally have a countdown for all of the books to come. My question is about Cortana. In the books it mentions that a blade by Wayland land the smith can cut through anything. Does this mean that the other blades made by him posses the same power as cortana? Thanks xx.
Well, historically other swords made by Wayland include Excalibur: a sword that had to be magically pulled out of a stone, and on which was engraved (one one side) Take Me Up, and on the other, Cast Me Away. Excalibur in some myths had the power to blind one’s enemies: “then [King Arthur] drew his sword Excalibur, but it was so bright in his enemies’ eyes that it gave light like thirty torches."
Then there’s Durendal, “Allegedly capable of cutting through giant boulders of stone with a single strike. In the Chanson de Roland, Roland uses the sword to hold off one-hundred-thousand-strong Saracen army troops long enough for Charlemagne’s army to retreat into France.”
Or Gram, which was used to slay the dragon Fafnir and could slice apart anvils — all these swords are mythic swords, but they don’t all possess the same magic or do the same thing. We do know however that they are all very powerful!
Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!
I was lucky number 02149
to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact
day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with
everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones
with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take
[kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and
others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their
beautiful glowy glory.
Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you,
in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But
did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures.
Background: Going through a cave and finding a giant 150ft metal plated stone door with Celestial on the door. Me, a gnome cleric who knows celestial, and the human bard, and the dragonborn rouge are trying to figure out the riddle written on the door.
Me: *Reading the text on the door to the group* The riddle in says, “When you have me, you want to share me. When you share me, you don’t have me. What am I?”
*whole group thinks for a while* Rogue: *shrugs* I dunno
Bard: I know what it is! The answer is a secret!
Me: Wooooow, just because we can’t figure it out and you did, you don’t want to share it with us. RUDE.
Bard: No no no, I’m saying that the answer’s a secret!
Me: I know you know, geez, then why don’t you tell us! *getting irritated*
Rogue: *snorts as she understood what was going on a while ago*
Bard: *After approx. 5 minutes of trying to tell me the answer he gives up* Sigh.. what I’m trying to say is that the answer is, quote ‘a secret’ end quote.
Me: OH. Why didn’t you say so earlier? *says ‘a secret’ in celestial*
DM: The door swings open and lights flicker on inside past the door.
Later we barely pass the skills challenge (we only passed because of the bard) and was one fail away from dying after trying to loot the chest we found in the room past said door. We proceeded to roll amazingly for the loot we found in the chest.
Bard: That was more trouble than it was worth I swear. (As the bard took most of the damage from traps and everything else in the cave in general).
summary ; in which no one else seems to notice that y/n’s been struggling immensely since the demise of theo raeken, except liam. and so, liam can’t help but go against the rest of the pack to make you happy once more.
pairing ;theo raeken & reader
warnings ; death (kind of), sadness, angst, season 6a spoilers
You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched into their faces.
You remember being too late.
You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“
You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear.
“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body.
You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you.
“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang through your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself.
“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.
You remember being too late.
Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground.
“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core.
“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching as his grip on the edge of the ground slipped, and he fell into the epitome of his own hell.
“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.
You remember being too late.
The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked onto the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you.
You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed.
You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night.
They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.
Now, everything felt wrong.
You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone.
Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.
So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but doable after some pleads, nonetheless.
Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo.
You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell.
“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.
Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends.
“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.
You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.
You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.
The ground did as it did before, cracking and crumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.
“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored.
“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.
Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it.
Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collar bone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.
A giant stone golem used to sit between two cliff faces and formed a bridge for passing villagers. Instead of letting people across, he now knocks people off over the side or tries to smash them. A number of things can upset him.
A magic user controlling him, extorting people for money. Killing if they don’t pay.
A nearby rock formation being eroded by waves.
A new mine set up within his line of site.
A giant statue was created. Its much more beautiful than he is. Why does no one appreciate him?
'The old Oak Tree, the Giant’s Ring’ This old oak tree sits alone on top of an 11ft high circular earthwork bank called the 'Giant’s Ring’, that surrounds a henge enclosure 596ft in diameter (6.9 acres), in the middle of which sits a neolithic tomb at least 2700BC consisting of 5 upright stones and a capstone.
“Sometimes life seems to quiet into paralyzing silence, like the moonless dark…”
Definitely needing to soak in these incredible loving vibes emitting from this huge natural rose quartz piece. She is currently listed in the shop, but tonight, she is mine ❤💕 (Don’t worry, I thoroughly cleanse each and every piece with white sage and positive intention before sending to new homes 😊🤗)