So the Wakandan neuropsychs are like “Er, your faith in our country’s status as Repository Of All Scientific Knowledge is flattering and would under ordinary circumstances be completely justified, but we don’t really get a lot of calls to un-brainwash people around here. Lemme call our contacts in Asgard. They deal with all kinds of weird crap up there.” (Of course they have contacts in Asgard. Super-advanced super-shiny monarchies gotta stick together.) And one thing leading to another, Bucky winds up in Asgard to get his brain un-scrambled before everything hits the fan in Thor: Ragnarok. So Bucky gets to pal around with Thor, Hulk, and Valkyrie, his fans get to find out what happens to him before Infinity War, and Black Panther has no distractions from the Wakandans. Everybody wins!
Oh, the beautiful working altar! It is a place of magic, with lots of shiny and smelly things on it which make me feel at home. But to the new witch, it can sometimes seem daunting, and even downright scary to look at - almost as if it came right out of some dark fantasy story.
But there’s nothing to be afraid of. Each object on the altar is merely a tool to help visually direct energy. In witchcraft, every tool has its significance and its own symbolism, and it often helps to understand what makes these tools so important. In this series of articles, I will endeavor to lift the shroud of mystery from these tools and assist in helping you understand what each tool is used for, where it comes from, and why we use it.
The Book of Shadows
We’ve all seen various shows that portray witches with various spell books, from the massive tome in Sabrina, The Teenage Witch to the living spell book in Hocus Pocus. It sometimes seems as if the book is as inseparable from witchcraft as the broom, pointed hat, and black cat! However, unlike how they’re portrayed in media, spell books, or Books of Shadows, are unique to each individual, and may have spells, correspondences, references, or may simply be a journal.
Ultimately, the Book of Shadows (hereafter, “BoS”) is a repository of knowledge pertinent to your practice. It’s your reference guide and a measure of your growth as you progress and learn more.
As many experienced witches who teach can attest to, one of the most frequent questions we get is “How to I make a BoS?” or “What do I need to do to get a spell book?” And this question is tricky not because of complexity, but because of its simplicity. So let’s take a look at the different types of BoS, and what could go into them!
Hard Copies, Media Files, and Oral Tradition
Every witch has his or her own aesthetic, preferred method of going about things, and pocketbook. As such, the types of BoS out there vary depending upon the witch! The most stereotypical BoS is the hard copy book. Durable, long lasting, and with a rather gorgeous look, it’s no surprise that from the get go, many of us will reach out to take hold of one of those faux-leather-bound blank journals lining the back wall of Barnes & Noble.
However, when first starting out, jumping straight to these often expensive books is not necessarily practical. The reason for this is that like our practice, our book will likely change and evolve over time to reflect our growth. As such, it isn’t uncommon early on to tear pages out, reorganize, and add pages to incorporate what suits you.
That said, it’s often recommended for the new witch to start simple. And for that there are a couple of options! First is for those who prefer hard copies. In the .gif above, the keen eye might notice that the BoS shown is a simple graph paper notebook. This is not uncommon, and while some may initially fear having a BoS that looks “tacky,” remember that the book will change over time, and as you practice more and find aspects that you know will not be going away anytime soon, you can incorporate them into another more aesthetically pleasing BoS (there’s no rule that says you can’t have more than one! I have several, and for different aspects of my practice).
Far less expensive is the digital BoS. Earlier on, I addressed Technopaganism and how it relates to paganism and witchcraft. In it, I acknowledged that one rather practical aspect to technopaganism is that witches who adopt this philosophy will often set aside files on their devices specifically for witchcraft. For instance, on my computer, I have a folder dedicated to witchcraft, with subfolders that have word files for notes, rites and spells, my blog articles (yes, my articles go in my BoS!) pictures, and correspondences. Though many witches prefer to cast spells and blessings on their BoS and may scoff at the thought of having a digital BoS, remember that in technopaganism, it is not uncommon to bless and cast spells on the device or drive that has the files in question, just as one would bless and cast a spell on a physical book.
Some witches who like the digital aspect even create public BoS’s here on Tumblr! Blogs are often a great repository for spells and notes regarding witchcraft, so it’s good to keep your eyes peeled for a good BoS page!
Lastly, there is another type of BoS that often goes unrecognized and treated less carefully because it’s not a physical object, and that’s oral tradition. Many of our ancient ancestors who did not have a written language passed their traditions, spells, and rites down to one another through strictly oral means. And some who had a written system maintained a mostly oral tradition as well (take, for instance, the Celts and Norse - both had written systems but maintained their traditions orally). The message here is that if you don’t feel that having a BoS is necessary or desired, you are not a lesser witch for it. Even today, some families maintain an oral system, passing their faith and traditions down from one generation to the next with the spoken word.
Compilations, Dreams, and Magic
So we’ve seen the different formats used for a BoS. But… what goes into it? Well, the simple answer is anything you want! And much to the frustration of many new witches, that’s exactly the answer they get. So let’s take a look at what commonly goes into a BoS, and how it can be varied.
Spells: This one’s the most common subject. After all, many witches prefer a repository of their successful spells for future reference. So many include a section in their books dedicated specifically to spells. (If the book were dedicated solely to spells and rites, it is often referred to as a grimoire instead of a BoS, though this is mostly a matter of preference).
Rites: This varies from tradition to tradition, as some partake in full rites whereas others don’t. But a section devoted to rites will likely include rituals for the Wheel of the Year, other holidays and sabbats, esbat (lunar) rites, and even initiation and dedication rites for covens.
Correspondences: If you rely heavily on correspondences, be they for astrology, color, runes, plants, or otherwise, it is often recommended to have a reference or resource where you can look up the proper correspondences for your tradition. As such, many witches who work with such correspondences will have a section dedicated appropriately.
Recipes: Giggle as you may, but kitchen witches often joke about their BoS being a cookbook. And some legitimately have a cookbook as a BoS. Regardless, those who work magic into their cooking may prefer to have some good go-to recipes on hand! Need an example? One of my books is dedicated solely to Foodie Friday recipes, and I do consider it to be a BoS!
Journals: Whether it be a dream journal, or a diary, there are many witches out there who incorporate their journals into their BoS. This has a couple of benefits: the first is that it is an excellent way of tracking growth; the second is that it provides a cross reference, so if you forget something in another section of your BoS, you could have it in your journal. It is also an excellent way of providing a personal narrative regarding your development and relationship to the gods, if that is part of your path.
Notes: Let’s face it, as a new witch (or even an experienced witch), you probably do a lot of note-taking, jotting down new information or spells or philosophies for your craft. The BoS is an excellent repository for these scribbles!
There is plenty more that can be added to a BoS, but these are the most common subjects. Is there a proper order to have in a BoS? Only if you feel you need one. However, for me, I have found that if I were to establish a table of contents in my BoS, it would be rendered null rather quickly as I add and remove subjects. Instead, sticky notes, tabs, bookmarks, or ribbons can be used to separate sections so that you can easily page through your book!
Many new witches might see a lot of those rather gorgeous home-made books out there. Though your book need not be pretty to be functional, it is encouraged to make your book your own. If you’re artistically inclined, bend that toward your book and create a BoS that doubles as a masterpiece! Some will create wood bindings, while others may simply draw and decorate the edges of their pages. It can be as complicated as that, or as simple as adding a ribbon with a crystal on it. The book is yours, so do what you’d like with it!
So Josh, what kinds of BoS do you have?
Well, I have several. The first is my aforementioned digital BoS. Though I don’t use it for spellcasting, it is a backup repository of my notes and articles, as well as a place where I can write out new spells and rites as needed before printing them for coven work (because my handwriting isn’t exactly the easiest for others to read). The second is the aforementioned Foodie Friday Notebook. The notes and recipes that I write down are later shared with all of you, and I keep it all for future reference and for my own work! Third is my coven BoS. This is a hard cover blank journal in which I write down all of the rites and spells that we do together, as well as where I write down any notes that may be pertinent to our practice. Fourth is my personal BoS, which is a faux-leather-bound journal in which I write my finalized aspects to my practice.
It’s likely that I could end up with new books in the future, and my BoS’s will continue to change over time!
How can I make my own BoS?
Use everything we’ve covered above as a guideline in crafting your personal BoS. Remember that if affordability is an issue, you can always start small and later on build up to something you’d prefer. Whether it be a digital file, a spiral bound notebook, or a blank journal, remember that your BoS is your reflection and repository! Treat it with care and as much respect as you would any other tool for the craft!
Happy holidays! I hope you’re all well and healthy, full of good food and well-rested. I can barely move but I couldn’t resist making a small Christmas fic rec for those of you who are still looking for something to read. It’s not nearly one tenth of what’s out there, so go explore and find even more holiday cheer in fanfiction! And don’t forget to check out our Supernatural Holiday Mixtape 2016 which is still producing a lot of goodies!!
If I had an orchard I’d work till I’m raw; If I had an orchard I’d work
till I’m sore.
Their mother’s murder unsolved, and their father ever distant in his quest
to solve it, the brothers are left to pick up the tattered remains of their
family when nothing is left but each other, a strange business man, and
It’s Christmas Eve, and Dean, Sam and Castiel are snowed into a
small town with a big festive spirit. They splurge on a fancy room in a B&B
– hey, they deserve a treat. There’s a tiny plastic tree and a working TV, so
they could perhaps overlook the lack of hot water and Dean having to bunk with
Sam. Sleeping arrangements soon reach a happier equilibrium: Dean’s just
cuddling Cas to keep him warm, he swears – the tingly feeling means nothing!
Christmas Day arrives, and Cas still doesn’t have a gift for Dean. Dean doesn’t
know what to give Cas, either. Sam has a few ideas, but will the other two
truly understand what he means?
tags/warnings: canon compliant, bunker, established relationship, fluff
The Bunker has been many things over the years: the headquarters of the Men of Letters, a repository of supernatural knowledge, and more recently, home to the extended Winchester family. But this is the first year that Sam and Dean and Cas are hosting a real Christmas, and they just want everything to be perfect.
In which they argue over trees, Dean leaves all his shopping to the last minute, and Sam bans mistletoe, but Dean and Cas find ways around his decree.
If they really go back and think about it… it all started with a
tree. A Christmas tree, that is. Castiel is human now, and the apocalypse is
not only over, it’s been averted. Sam’s away at NYU, finally finishing law
school, and Dean’s stuck in what is probably the most awkward situation of his
life. He’s not exactly sure how he ended up sharing a flat with Cas in Media,
Pennsylvania, but he does know the curious would-be angel is sort of derailing
his plans for a life of decadence and booze. Cas is trying to make the best of
his humanity by exploring human holidays. Dean can’t exactly complain because
he’s pretty much the reason Cas got his wings clipped in the first place.
didn’t actually want to fall in love, but how was he supposed to know it would
all start with a goddamn tree?
Accounts Manager Dean Winchester and CPA
Castiel Novak have been working at the same large company for several months,
only interacting through office IM. Then a typo on an expense report leads to
an unexpected phone call that results in a simmering crush on both ends of the
line, despite neither knowing what the other looks like. Office romances
typically never work out, especially when one of them has a slightly bad
(though undeserved) reputation, and the other has a slightly bad track record
with lovers. But their first face-to-face meeting at the company Christmas
party makes them both willing to give it a go. Through a whirlwind romance,
Dean wonders if they’re moving too fast, and Castiel worries that he’s opening
himself up for another devastating heartbreak. Together, it turns out that
sometimes good things do happen.
About the last Librarian Anakin post: "Master Skywalker, there's to many of them, what are we going to do?" The boy is so young, he's lisping just a bit and there's at least a dozen kids in here, and more Jedi all over the Temple, but only the wounded and the young and the old. No one who can fight the Grand Army of the Republic and hope to win. He has no idea what to do, and Force, Padme and the child and...Wait. "Tell you what." He says grinning "Let's go find a book."
Padme also ends up in L-Space, as do a significant number of more outspoken senators.
And, of course, L-Space contains all the information ever written down in any version of the multiverse. Including plenty of medical information. I’m not saying Anakin kidnaps a doctor into L-Space, but I am saying that Luke and Leia are probably born in an interdimensional repository of all knowledge.
I see people joking about being the random blogger who never starts sideblogs, but honestly those kinds of blogs are so important to the way tumblr operates because of networks.
Networks is one area of study in sociology, and it’s designed to get at the questions of how information is spread and how things are connected to each other. On tumblr, information spreads very quickly, even from small blogs. We’ve all experienced this: You post something and it gets a few likes, and a few reblogs, and then it gets reblogged by someone Big and suddenly your notes start blowing up! That’s because that someone Big is an important node in the network.
Networks look something like this:
Where the different colored squares represent different nodes, and the lines are the connections between them. The black nodes are important nodes which are connected across platforms, and then each has a bunch of blue and orange connected to it.
There’s another theory in networks about strong and weak ties. Strong ties are your direct connections–your mutuals, for example. Weak ties are your indirect connections–the people your mutual follows, for example. The theory holds that you are more likely to get important information from weak ties, in part because your strong ties are going to be repeating stuff you’ve already heard! You already know that that you love writing fanfic for the Marvel universe, but did you know about the fandom practice of writing a Big Bang, which was common in Stargate: Atlantis fandom? You wouldn’t unless you had a weak tie to the SGA fandom.
So imagine a world where everyone created sideblogs immediately when they got a new hobby. They amass a few new followers, but they are isolated. They don’t have the lines connecting back into their old blog, which means their old followers are missing out on the potential of new weak ties.
That’s why blogs filled with random content are important. If I used to be a Marvel blog and I start being a Star Trek blog, I may lose some followers, but I also may make the connection between me and my followers stronger. I may find out that some are also Star Trek lovers, which doubles our connection. One of them may reblog from me to reach someone who follows them, who then follows me. I’m also giving them information about how the Star Trek fandom runs themselves, and vise versa.
Tumblr is an excellent example of how weak ties come together to share information. Sideblogs are great, and important as repositories for specific knowledge, but don’t knock people who reblog any and all. They’re the ones connecting it all together.
Some years ago, Oliver LaFarge published a short story about an ethnologist who, as a young man, financed his studies among American Indians by collecting their treasures for museums. Over the years, his love of subject deepened to the point of identity, and towards the end of his life, he devoted much cunning to removing these pieces from museum storage and sending them back to their heirs. His actions came to light after his death when the Indian heirs again offered these pieces for sale.
The story is true. I knew him well. The dilemma he faced, anthropologists are only beginning to acknowledge. The truth is, though native informants may have liked anthropologists personally, they often distrusted their motives. Some suspected profits from books; others noted it was a paid job.
But what disturbed most was the feeling that when their dances and tales were filmed, taped, and written down, they were stolen from them as surely as their lands and furs were taken away. When they saw their sacred treasures under glass, heard their songs on the radio, watched their dances on TV, they not only objected to errors they spotted, they felt robbed. None of this had anything to do with them. They felt used. And they were.
The world’s largest collection of primitive art was put together by a man of great wealth and acquisitiveness who personally inked catalogue numbers on every specimen he bought, then stored these treasures in an inaccessible warehouse. The moment he catalogued a piece, it became his.
Anthropology, as an offspring of colonialism, reflects what Lévi-Strauss calls ‘a state of affairs in which one part of mankind treats the other as object’. The search for self-knowledge, which Montaigne linked to the annihilation of prejudice, has never been a dominant theme in twentieth-century anthropology. Not really. The trend has been towards the manipulation of peoples in the very course of studying them.
I don’t refer to the close link between British anthropologists and the Colonial Office, or to the American anthropologists working on CIA counter-insurgency projects. That was mere Winnie-the-Pooh.
I refer to the anthropologist’s role as a translator. Humane translation preserves and presents. Paul Radin insisted that the only acceptable ethnology was the life history, self told by members of indigenous society. But those who undertook such effort found themselves far removed from the mainstream of anthropology.
Even the concept of relativism has become, in the words of Stanley Diamond, ‘a perspective congenial in an imperial civilization convinced of its power. Every primitive or archaic culture is conceived as a human possibility that can be “tasted”; it is, after all, harmless. We, at our leisure, convert the experience of other cultures into a kind of sport, just as Thorstein Veblen’s modern hunter mimics, and trivializes, what was once a way of life. Relativism is the bad faith of the conqueror, who has become secure enough to travel anywhere.’
Clothing themselves in liberal platitudes and employing what they called ‘scientific methodologies’, anthropologists translated other cultures into unreadable jargon and statistics, almost none of it translatable back into life energy. They erased cultures with irrelevancy and dullness. A few ended up talking to each other in a language known only to themselves, about subjects having no existence outside their closed circle. Little wonder informants felt shut out.
This was not true of a handful of reports published around the turn of the century. Publications of the Bureau of American Ethnology contained detailed, matter-of-fact, accurate descriptions of Zuni ceremonies, Hopi pottery designs, etc. These are used today as reference works by the Zuni and Hopi in their efforts to keep alive their heritage.
Almost nothing published in the last fifty years could serve that end. These later reports aren’t repositories of knowledge; they’re graves. No retrieval from them is possible.
Between 1946 and 1965, a typical research project began with a government grant and the assembly of an interdisciplinary team. Ideally, this included a psychologist, economist, etc., that is, representatives of categories meaningful to our culture, though alien to the culture studied. Generally no one was invited to participate who had shown prior interest in the subject, say someone who had learned the language of the subject group. The thought of including someone from the subject group itself never occurred.
If it was American Indians, reservations were taken as geographical locales, though for many Indians, social drinking-dancing clubs, which cut across reservation lines and centered in cities, were primary. Time categories were based on government budgets, not indigenous calendars.
Every category came from the dominant culture. The indigenous culture wasn’t preserved and presented: it was swallowed.
By the time administrators, missionaries, social workers, and anthropologists got through with indigenous peoples, most were eager to forget their pasts. When ‘Dead Birds’, a superb film on tribal warfare in New Guinea, was shown at the Administrative College, Boroko, one student angrily turned off the project: ‘What right does anyone have to record what we choose to forget?’ His statement was applauded.
The dilemma I faced in New Guinea was this: I had been asked to find more effective uses for electronic media, yet I viewed these media with distrust. I had been employed by government administrators, who, well-intentioned, sought to use these media for human control. They viewed media as neutral tools and they viewed themselves as men who could be trusted to use them humanely. I saw the problem otherwise.
I think media are so powerful they swallow cultures. I think of them as invisible environments which surround and destroy old environments. Sensitivity to problems of culture conflict and conquest becomes meaningless here, for media play no favourites: they conquer all cultures. One may pretend that media preserve and present the old by recording it on film and tape, but that is mere distraction, a sleight-of-hand possible when people keep their eyes focused on content.
I felt like an environmentalist hired to discover more effective uses of DDT. There seemed no way to reach those who needed this information most. Even students at the University of Papua and New Guinea, though often sophisticated about the uses of media for political ends, still naively though that when their images and words appeared within media, this gave them public identity and power. They failed to grasp that this merely acknowledged their existence within these new environments; it in no way guaranteed them creative roles there. What was everywhere needed was the sort of media sophistication which comes only with detachment, dislocation, study. Such sophistication is not easily achieved.
I therefore decided that both the written report and film I produced would be addressed to no particular audience. Like the cry, ‘Fire!’ I hoped they would received the widest possible circulation and not just be heard by arsonists. This meant shunning ‘scholarly’ publications, which have long since become a means of information control; it also meant avoiding conventional formats, another means of neutralizing information. Hence the format of this book.
-Edmund Snow Carpenter, 1976 - Oh, What A Blow That Phantom Gave Me!
The dwarves are lauded for their craftsmanship, and the city of Orzammar is one of their finest works. Orzammar lies at the heart of the Frostback Mountains, deep underground. The city arcs outward from the royal palace, which is built around a natural lava vent, continually fountaining liquid rock, which both lights and heats the entire cavern.
The topmost tier of Orzammar is home to the noble caste, with their palaces fanning out in both directions from the court of the king, as well as the Shaperate, which serves as a repository for all dwarven knowledge.
The lower tier is the Commons, where the merchant caste holds sway and where the finest works of Orzammar’s craftsman are for sale. In the center of the river of lava, connected to the Commons by a causeway, are the Proving Grounds, a sacred arena where the dwarves, by ancient tradition, settle their disputes.
On one side of the fiery river are the ruins of old dwarven palaces, fallen into disrepair, which the locals call Dust Town, now home to the city’s casteless. On the other side of the river are the Deep Roads, which once joined the sprawling dwarven empire together, but now, after centuries of darkspawn incursions, are largely sealed off. Nearly all knowledge of this network of underground passages has been lost, even to its builders.
──From “In Pursuit of Knowledge: The Travels of A Chantry Scholar”, by Brother Genitivi
Pet peeve:why do these shows about supernatural events etc. always have this Repository of All Knowledge and Wisdom ™ where you just look up ‘Wendigo’ under W. You will find one lemma, no conflicting information or difference of opinion, and you can rely on that. It may be a little mysterious or mythical, there might be a riddle involved, but the information will come through and the one extant source will be reliable.
Spoiler: research doesn’t work that way. It’s more like a jigsaw puzzle where three different pictures have been mixed up, and a sizeable amount of the pieces are missing. This jigsaw was then distributed among a random number of sites and people that don’t necessarily know about each other and if they do, they vigorously refuse to cooperate, let alone exchange the pieces they are holding.
So, the scene is set for something big to happen off the shore of the Arbor/in the Whispering Sound. What are the logistics of Euron's next move? I'm assuming he's heading to Oldtown, but with what force (assuming he sacrifices many of his own at sea)? Are you thinking Victarion will have blown the dragonbinder horn and Euron will be getting a dragon at/around the same time this eldritch apocolypse is unfolding?
Euron’s definitely invading Oldtown after his colossal blood sacrifice of both fleets (h/t Steven Attewell) and his attendant metaphysical power-up. We see at the end of AFFC that he’s already sent a force to the city to pave his way, and I agree with @baphomet313 that the sphinxes kneeling to Euron Bloodeye in Damphair’s vision link to the sphinx statues guarding the Citadel, thus symbolizing Euron’s conquest of Oldtown and its various repositories of knowledge and power. Indeed, GRRM dropped a clue in “The Reaver” that the Crow’s Eye will end up at the Hightower: “Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How we will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?” IMO the “leap” is into the metaphysical abyss of the Others’ invasion; Euron blows the Horn of Joramun from atop the Hightower. Remember Pate relating the claim that you can see all the way to the Wall from up there? No way that’s literally true, of course, but again, I think it’s foreshadowing.
I think he arrives in Oldtown as a dragonrider, yes. Vic blows Dragonbinder (and burn from within) in his second TWOW chapter, the dragon caught by it takes off westward, and we next see it again being ridden by Euron. For him to have ensorceled Fire with one horn even as he summons Ice with another is the perfect encapsulation of Euron’s MO, namely conquering all meta-narratives, absorbing all ideologies (even oppositional ones) into his singular stew of eldritch evil. It’s entirely possible he’s got some kraken/Deep Ones related force at his command, too, after the aforementioned sacrifice on the open water. Not for nothing did GRRM have both Varys and Valena Toland, three books apart, report krakens rising from the depths. And we know from WOIAF that the Deep Ones built the base of the aforementioned Hightower. If I’m right that Euron is ASOIAF Saruman to the Others’ Sauron, that the old gods are his Valar, the glass candles his palantir, and the Hightower his Orthanc, well…he needs him some Uruk-Hai, and the Deep Ones fit the half-human bill disturbingly well.
"You hardly even notice when I try to show you/This song is meant to keep you from doing what you're sposed to" Jack Johnson 'Bannana Pankcakes' Sid/Flower or Sid/Geno
Sooooo how about a chunk of Sid/Geno The Mummy AU? I hope that’s okay.
The Moscow library is cold and empty, but Sidney has always felt most at home in libraries. He is in his depth, alert and aware and if he was ever going to be persuasive, he is persuasive here.
Malkin is not persuaded.
Sidney has now spent the better part of half an hour in an unheated abandoned Moscow library with his half-helpful cousin and a heathen more interested in sharpening his truly concerning assortment of knives than in the mission he has sworn to undertake, and said heathen is not persuaded.
“What make you think Russians not get there first, take all money?” Malkin asks. He seems singularly unimpressed by Sidney’s research, or at least he seems singularly uninterested in going after the final product, which amounts to much the same thing.
It’s academic, Sid thinks, because Malkin can hardly say no now. In the spirit of spending however many days in each other’s company, however, Malkin really ought to be more sympathetic to their shared goals. Also, it is academic.
“I don’t care about the money,“ Sid explains, as Malkin changes one blade for another. “As long as they left the books.”
Malkin’s hand pauses in its steady slide. “You don’t care about money?” he says, deeply incredulous.
“No, don’t listen to him,” Flower cuts in from the shelves by the window. “We care very much about the money.”
“He say you don’t,” Malkin smiles. He starts up again, the steely rasp of the knife keeping time with the whistle of wind at the eaves.
“Flower does,” Sid says. “But I don’t. We have all the money we need.” Malkin chuckles.
“No one have all money they need,” he says, his lips tugging up in an impish, lopsided grin.
“No, no, Sid does,” Flower says. He picks up one of Malkin’s finished knives and spins it on his finger. “He doesn’t need it for anything but books, and everyone just gives him all the books he wants.”
“Everyone just give Sid what he want?” Malkin says. He slaps the knife out of Flower’s hand and then catches it in midair; Sid yanks his hand back before he registers it’s not going to gouge a chunk out of his arm.
“Be careful. And no,” Sid frowns. “Of course not. Otherwise I wouldn’t be out here, by myself, with you, wandering around in the Russian wilderness.” It does not need to be said, Sid thinks, that if everyone gave him what he wanted he would have a guide a good deal more reputable and a sight less crude than this.
“We not wandering,” Malkin says mildly. “I know where we go.”
“Well, that’s all you need to know,” Sid says stiffly, giving up. “We should go, if we have a train to catch.”
Flower promptly settles into the sleeper car with the sigh of a man who has no intention of moving for the following twelve hours. Sidney, not a fool, takes his satchel to the nearest door down the car, which is delightfully furnished with two chairs and a desk, and much less-pleasantly occupied.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Malkin,” Sidney says, because he can, if nothing else, be polite.
Malkin’s face turns up, more surprised than Sidney has seen him since the say of execution.
“Zdravstvujtye, Sidney,” Malkin says after a moment. Sid blinks.
Well, apparently someone taught him some manners at some point, not that they seem very durable under duress.
Malkin appears to be working on fixing the buckle on a small suitcase; it takes up half the table but doesn’t look messy or dangerous, so Sidney counts his blessings and sits down with his map and his pencils.
Malkin snorts softly.
“Excuse me?” Sidney says. He knows that tone, that special sort of mutter, that what in God’s name does that boy think he is doing, and he’ll be damned if —
“You,” Malkin says. He sets the buckle on the scarred wood of the table. “You and books. Go to vodorazdel, Black Pit, for books. Is bad idea.”
He’s certainly the frankest dissenter Sidney’s had the displeasure to work with.
“Books, Mr. Malkin, are the greatest, most enduring repository of human knowledge, and I think the pursuit of them can be called noble —”
“There no books there,” Malkin interrupts, hatefully calm. “They burn books after Stalin get power.”
Sid glares at him, irrationally furious. He’s been told by everyone — everyone, from the bursar to the stable hand, by every scholar in Pittsburgh and half the ones in Canada — that there are no books there, that all he will find is dirt and disappointment. He knows what they think.
Malkin, though — Malkin is his last best hope to prove it. He is a boor and a criminal, but Sidney will not hear that from him.
“I would like,” he says stiffly, “to see for myself.”
“There nothing to see,” Malkin replies. “Blood all dry.”
He sounds so very matter-of-fact.
“Where we go, no money, no books,” Malkin continues, low and steady. “You see. Where we go, people die, bodies bury in snow.”
His eyes are dark and wary, cautious like they’ve never been. He looked less worried when he was about to be hanged. Sid can hear the hushed fall of snowflakes against waxy, frozen skin.
I have written about this before, but my interpretation of some spectre stuff has evolved since then so! time to put the 00Q goggles back on and dive back in
(actually, this is sort of a long rambling attempt to fit 00Q into the future of the craig!bond universe, like, years and years into the future. whoops.)
(I wish I could write this. maybe someday
to start we have to go back to before the beginning of spectre
Q and Bond, at some point in between skyfall and spectre, begin a casual sex/friends with benefits arrangement. Neither of them were interested in anything more serious at that point so it’s perfect for them at the time
HOWEVER. not long before their first scene together in spectre, Q developed a serious (romantic) crush on Bond, and therefore he seems a bit awkward around Bond (until the shit hits the fan. then he’s just pissed off)
but anyway, Q is professional about it, so Bond doesn’t know
After seeing a ton of mostly young people who are completely unaware of ace people’s place in our history, or how trans people were excluded, or how bi people were excluded, it got me to thinking.
We lost a generation of mentors just before the Internet became the repository of human knowledge. So a lot of things just… never really made it there. And a lot of younger folks built their own queer organizations from the ground up because there was very little for them. (This was great and it still makes me proud to see kids doing this, but…)
So the scraps of oral history and academic research we have? What survived the AIDS crisis? Never reached them. And now we have a generation of people convinced that these things just Never Happened because they can’t find websites with photo evidence and interviews with the people who were there.
cannot be helped. i shall just take things into my hands then. what do you think of an au where akashi is a mythical beast that everyone fears, while kuroko is a herbalist. they meet in a forest while kuroko is picking herbs. (i especially love if it's an awkward thing from akashi's part, that loser)
THIS TOOK ME 17 DAYS WHOOP-DEE-DOO sorry for the lateness but i really couldn’t think of a story for this UNTIL I JUMPED THE UNDERTALE BANDWAGON! If you have any idea of Undertale’s plot then you’re going to regret giving me this prompt because guess what, you get THIS 6200 fucking words monster in return I’M SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE ENDING.
on a side note, my inbox usually stays dead for months so really, thanks for dropping by again with yet another cute prompt! This really means a lot to me, so here’s my (conveniently timed) x-mas gift for you, anonbro! Happy holidays u cutie <333
Title: when the sunflowers bleed
Word Count: 6k words
Summary: Having lived alone in his forest for centuries, Akashi one day finds a friend, and perhaps more, in Kuroko. Fantasy!AU, inspired by Undertale, cute herbalist!Kuroko, horns!Akashi yummmm
Warnings for literally one single VERY GROSS line of gore right at the very end. I promise half the fic is fluffy tho, pl ea SE T RUST ME
Also I tried my best making Akashi a loser but he melted into his usual smoothness in the next scene… Akashi-sama… have i made u proud…
“Now be quiet and listen. Deep in the woods lives a ferocious beast. One whose very name strikes fear into the hearts of men. Much of it remains unknown however, for no man who has ventured into these woods has ever returned ali—”
“Kise-kun, please don’t go killing off Aomine-kun to suit your own needs,” interrupts Kuroko, adjusting the satchels on his belt. “You are not very good at telling stories. I have already heard all of this, so could you please let me go?”
A light grunt escapes his lips when the golden-haired boy grabs him by the shoulders. “But Kurokocchi! You don’t understand!”
Berserkers: ferocious fighters most commonly found dwelling in the wilderness; in combat, they rely on their feral instincts, using their reckless savagery and raw physical power rather than discipline; they are unyielding and seemingly immune to damage as they charge through enemy ranks.
Rangers: sharpshooters and masters of the hunt that can strike swiftly and cause severe wounds; traditionally relying on bows and crossbows, they are most commonly assisted in their efforts by their animal companions, tough and loyal creatures with whom rangers form lifelong bonds.
Mystics: spell casters who wield mental abilities as a weapon, creating illusions, clones, and phantasmal magic to confuse and distract their foes; they are uncommon and often misunderstood individuals who can peer through the spiritual energy of the world to manipulate other souls.
Guardians: heavily armored front-line fighters who devote themselves to protecting their allies both in and out of combat; they are brilliant tacticians and selfless defenders who know when to sacrifice their own defenses in order to empower those of their allies.
Warriors: noble front-line fighters trained in the arts of weaponry who combine strength and toughness with discipline, skill, and leadership to achieve victory; they supplement their fighting prowess with the ability to boost their allies’ morale.
Wizards: masters of academic magic, these dedicated spell casters channel raw arcane energy with the use of their enchanted tomes; generally, they favor environments where inquiry, debate, and the dissemination of knowledge are encouraged.
Chanters: spell casters whose power lies in their chants and invocations, creating magical effects beneficial to their allies; out of combat, they take on the roles of storytellers and researchers, being the repositories of folk knowledge and common wisdom.
Necromancers: practitioners of dark magic who posses the ability to manipulate death; they summon and command the dead, drain the life force of enemies or bring allies back from the brink of death; however tremendously powerful, they are cursed to eventually take on the form of their creations.
Druids: versatile fighters capable of shape-shifting and summoning; they are animists who tap into the spiritual power that flows through all living things; when not casting spells and transforming into mythical beasts, they spend a great deal of time in nature or travelling.
Paladins: extremely devoted front-line fighters who have pledged themselves to a chosen cause; they combine the zeal of a priest with the ascetic discipline of a monk; despite their stoic presence and unrelenting combat style, paladins work best alongside allies.
Rogues: unpredictable fighters that rely on wits, speed, and subterfuge, known for their stealthy nature both in and out of battle; they are talented with machines, contraptions and traps, knowledgeable about esoteric matters and well-equipped to survive away from society.
Healers: spiritually attuned spell casters who express their faith through aiding people; they specialize in restoring vitality, casting protective spells, neutralizing poisons and other negative afflictions, or even resurrection; highly dependent on their allies and vice-versa.