oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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anonymous asked:

hii!! I've been trying to find a fic and it's been bothering me. It was a monster of the week type of fic - spidren? Spider children. Danny and stiles go down into the sewers and the king spidren (Alexander?) takes stiles because he just lost his queen. One of the spidren ends up protecting him and becoming a small child at the end. It was definitely sterek. Alexander (?) wants to kill Derek so stiles will stop fighting him. Not sure if that rings any bells !! Sorry !! love your blog !! ❤️❤️

@mieczyslawmichiefstilinskisays it’s this one! 

Originally posted by rhetthammersmithhorror

Infested by monroesherlock

(7/7 I 14,965 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles couldn’t keep himself out of trouble if someone paid him.

“One of the two male spidrens exploded. The female spidren shrieked and kicked Daine to the ground behind her. The girl squinted. What had happened? One spidren was gone, blown to pieces.

In the splatter of black blood that was his remains stood Numair. Livid with rage, he raised his staff as the female spidren reared.”

(apologies if it’s too dark ;;;; this scene stuck with me a lot tho just imagine really what he must’ve been thinking, poor baby)



The realm. In her time as a squire she had seen more of it than most people knew existed, from the damp and mossy streets of Pearlmouth to Northwatch Fortress. She had hunted pirates in the west, built up dams against floods in the east. Mountains, green valleys, desert–she had ridden or walked in them all, measuring them with blisters and grit. Was this what was meant by “the realm”? Or was it other things: a little girl with a muddy doll, Buchard of Stone Mountain livid with grief and rage, a king who admitted a law was wrong, Lalasa in her bustling shop with pins in her mouth. If they were the realm, then so too were griffins, sparrows, dogs ugly and beautiful, Stormwings, foul- and sweet-tempered horses, spidrens.
If she owed duty to the realm, then it was not the dry, withered thing it sounded in people’s mouths. Duty was what was owed, good parts and bad, to keep the realm growing, to keep it as fair as life could be kept. Duty was an old man, snug in his fur-lined robe, snoring lightly somewhere behind her.
—  Squire, book three of Protector of the Small
Another "reading to the kids" story.

I read the first chapter of Protector of the Small (another of Tamora Pierce’s girl knights of Tortall books) to both girls the other day. In it, the hero Kelandry sees a bunch of local ruffians throwing a sack into the river, and she sets out to rescue the creatures inside it.

Owlet: That’s mean.
Ninja: I hope it’s kittens!
Owlet, enraptured: KITTENS!

Kel runs off the boys but before she can wade out and retrieve the sack from the sandbar, a centaur-sized monster with the body of a spider and a human head shows up and snares the bag with its web. It pulls in the sack, opens it, and

Me, shutting book: And at this point the spidren eats a kitten, kids.

Kel throws rocks and runs the monster off. It climbs up the cliff on the other side of the river, and she follows it but gets stuck half-way up. It opens the bag again and

Me: Yup, so it eats another kitten.
Ninja: I was counting on a rescue!

The forces of good show up and rescue both Kel (who has a fear of heights she will need to work on until she can do her own animal rescuing later in the book) and the remaining five kittens. Kel takes them to the cook “who knew what to do with small animals.”

Me: She’s going to put them in a pie.
Me: She doesn’t put them in a pie. Should I find a different book?
Girls: No!

Protector of the Small as written by Moffat

(So I’m gonna try my hand at this.  It’s a bit exaggerated but w/e, I guess that’s the point of this blog.  Sorry if it sucks!)

Protector of the Small

First Test: The story focuses on the budding relationship between Kel and Neal.  Neal is an average, dorky nice guy who is less physically capable than the other boys, but much cleverer than all of them.  He is drawn to Kel because he knows mysterious things about her childhood, but he doesn’t tell her.  Kel is a sassy girl in training to be a knight.  She became a knight because she wants to protect all the children in the world, just like her mentor, Alanna, who stopped being a knight when she became a mother.  She has a really obvious crush on Neal, who is comically oblivious.  We are told she is a good fighter, but we never actually see her fight, and she seems to only succeed because Neal helps her.  Kel is sad because the older pages are mean to the new trainees, so Neal decides to help them because he doesn’t want Kel to be sad.  Kel cheers him on while he beats up all the bullies and never gets in trouble for it because he is so clever.  The book ends when spidrens attack a group of pages and almost kill Kel.  Neal saves her life, so she kisses him.  Lord Wyldon takes her off probation because Neal said he should and everyone loves Neal because he is clever.

Page: Kel and Neal go through puberty.  Kel’s storyline dealing with her budding sexuality and emerging womanhood is replaced by boner jokes and innuendo.  Also Kel is super sexy now.  Neal forcefully kisses her and any other women he sees and laughs when they slap him.  Kel gets a new maid named Lalasa.  She is super sexy and alters Kel’s page uniforms so that they are tighter and show off her body.  As a result, Kel is blamed for distracting the boys during training.  Neal forcefully kisses Lalasa and slaps her butt a lot which is super funny lol.  At the end of the book, Lalasa is kidnapped and Kel cries.  Neal thinks of a clever plan to save her.

Squire: This book centers around Kel and Neal trying to stop an evil Yamini gang lead by Princess Shinkokami, who is secretly a psychopath.  They have funny accents and are stupid and incompetent.  Kel sees battle for the first time and cries because so many children are being killed.  Neal has to save her.  Kel goes through her Ordeal but doesn’t remember any of it.  Neal says he doesn’t know why, but he is lying.

Lady Knight:  During the Scanran War, Kel asks to be in charge of a refugee camp instead of in a combat position so that she can protect the children and be with Neal.  Neal ends up running the camp while she works at the camp day care so she can be with the children.  She has mysterious periods of sickness for reasons she doesn’t understand and strange dreams that she can’t remember.  It turns out that Kel became pregnant during the Ordeal because of evil magic.    Also, the only reason she became a knight at all was because she was born next to a crack in the earth full of god-magic.  Because of the God-magic, she is destined to stop the evil Scanran mage who is killing children.  Neal knew the whole time, but he didn’t tell her because he knew she would be irrational and mess it up.  The evil Scanran mage kidnaps her baby, and Kel cries because children are dying.  Her crying is magical because of the god-magic so Neal comes up with a clever plan to save the children.  Now that Kel has fulfilled her destined role with her magical crying, her desire to be a knight has left her so she retires and becomes a mother.

anonymous asked:

I don't suppose you had any pictures/references on spidrens? I can't find any. And if spidrens use weapons, would that mean that their legs are more humany so that they can double as hands?

As far as I can tell, Tammy made them up, so finding references on them isn’t going to be possible? You’ll probably have to go look up pictures of big hairy spiders and figure out their anatomy and then glue a human head on there somewhere.

As for your second question, I’d never really thought of that! I suppose it’s possible, seeing as how spiders don’t have anything resembling hands. What do you think, followers?

couthor  asked:

Elias was already starting to feel feverish as he lay in the cool water of the pond. He could feel the season pressing at him, and he wanted to ignore it for as long as possible. It wasn't worth getting all worked up just to be alone for a few days.

spidren had headed for the same pool of water, wanting a drink, unwitting of the avian man in the water