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The Story of Prythian

This is a possible easter egg for ACOMAF3. You may have to read it five times. 

It began with a cauldron.

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

Whenever Feyre needs solace because she is the High Lady of the Night:

In her cell, “If I stared at the ceiling long enough, it became the vast expanse of the starry night sky.” –pg 373, ACOTAR

Facing the bogge, “A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.” –pg 90, ACOTAR

Feyre’s features:

Hands, “Elain’s teacup rattle in its saucer as she noticed my ears. My longer, slender hands – the face that was undeniably Fae.” –pg 246, ACOMAF

Glow, “His smile faded into something awed, something reverent, and I reached out to cup his face in my hands – to find my skin glowing.” –pg 537, ACOMAF

Feyre’s rebirth:

“And then it was dark, a different sort of dark then this place.” –pg 197, ACOMAF

“Everything was black, and warm – and thick.” –pg 407, ACOTAR

“There was light then. Like swimming through sparkling wine –“ –pg 198, ACOMAF

“The golden light grew, and darkness became like sparkling wine, easier to swim through, the bubbles fizzing around me…“ –pg 407, ACOTAR

Feyre’s name:

“An old name – from our earlier dialects.” –pg 313, ACOTAR

The Cauldron:

“The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.” –pg 585, ACOMAF

“How the Cauldron purrs in your presence.” –pg 597, ACOMAF

The Book:

Is written in an older language, one could argue ancient; 

“I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.” –pg 360

But speaks in riddles:

Like calls to Like. Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade – that is the cycle. Like calls to like. –pg 358, ACOMAF

Life and death and rebirth, Sun and moon and dark, Rot and bloom and bones. Hello sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me. –pg 555, ACOMAF

Sweet tongued liar, lady of many faces – Yes you see now, princess of carrion – you see what you must do…. –pg 586, ACOMAF

Feyre, will be the golden hands to that will forge a new cycle, the rebirth of Prythian!

Cliff Notes version:

A mighty black cauldron held by glowing, slender female hands in a starry, endless night. Those hands tipped it over, golden sparkling liquid pouring out over the lip. No – not sparkling, but effervescent with small symbols, perhaps of some ancient faerie language. –pg 114, ACOTAR

  • “The Cauldron was absence and presence. Darkness and … whatever darkness had come from.”
  • “glowing.”
  • “slender hands.”
  • “A starry…night sky … endless.”
  • “The golden light grew … the bubbles fizzing”
  • The symbols in the mural are from the Book, the Book that answers to Feyre.

You know, I think I maybe going crazy. 

As promised @propshophannah I have begun posting my little Easter eggs and theories

Please, please discuss this with me :)

Foreshadowing (Easter Eggs):

Feyre’s Prescience
Sleeping Giants
The Story of Prythian
Amren and the King of Hybern
The Bonds that Haunt Us
Creeping Like Frost

What do you get when you put two kleptomanics in a room?

Originally posted by stumpsflakes

*gif isn’t mine*

You may have a slight problem. Sometimes you just needed to take something from a store or someone else’s room. You had lived in the mansion for only a few weeks but you had a collection of things you had taken in your room. You always told yourself that you would take them back. Eventually. Maybe.

 It was easy for you given that you could turn invisible whenever you wanted. There was Jubilee’s earrings, Jean’s hairbrush, Kurt’s teacup, a few of Peter’s shirts, and more other little items. You hadn’t dared to take anything from Scott because the only thing he had that you would have wanted was his glasses and you definitely couldn’t take those.

You were a bit older than most of the kids who went to the school, being a mutant was something that you hide from everyone. It scared you how people reacted to mutants so you never told anyone. Then one day you found out about this school that was for mutants so you got in your car and drove all the way there. 

When you had got there Charles was there to welcome you. He was so comforting to you, there just was something that radiated from this strange man in a wheelchair. The second person you had meet at this school was Peter Maximoff. He ran up to you, looked you up and down then ran away again. You were left there blinking and confused. Charles just shook his head, looking just a bit irritated. The silver haired mutant loved to run up to you randomly, and would always try to talk to you, ending up stumbling over his words until he just ran away again.

This afternoon wasn’t any different than the others, you just sat in your room reading a new book when Peter was suddenly in front of you.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” He blurted out.

“What? I don’t know what you are talking about, Peter.”

“You are the one stealing things from people’s rooms.”

“What? No! Of course not! Why would I do that? That’d be weird! I’m not weird, I mean I guess I’m a little weird but I wouldn’t do that,” you stumbled over your words, your face getting red.

“Quit lying, I know you did it, Y/N!”

“Fine! I did it! I took stuff from people’s rooms, I’ve taken stuff from the department stores! What do you want? Your stuff back? Go ahead then, your shirts are in my dresser!”

“Did you wear them?”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Maybe I want you to wear them.”

That made you stop and stare at him. His face was beet red, shuffling side to side. He was also biting his lower lip making you stare at his mouth for much longer than was necessary until you meet his eyes.

“Y/N, would you—would you want to go out sometime with me? Maybe go get a burger or something?” Peter mumbled, staring hard at the ground.

You felt your mouth drop a little. Then you smiled so big that your cheeks hurt.

“I—I’d love to go out for burgers or something.”

His head snapped up so fast you were surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. You could see him study your face for any joking or insincerity. When he found none, he smiled showing you for the first time the dimples that were hidden on his face. You wanted so badly to go kiss those dimples but you stayed bolted on your bed. The two of you stared at each other smiling for a couple minutes until Peter blinked, shaking his head as if waking up.

“Okay well, I should go. Is tomorrow okay or what about tonight?”

“Tonight is good, is six good to meet?”

“Yeah, I’ll come to your room at 6. Oh, and Jub really wants her earrings back so if I were you I would slip those back in her room soon.”

“Oh, okay thanks for the heads up, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight, Y/N.”

After the door shut, you fell onto the bed, hugging yourself tightly thinking about a silver haired boy with beautiful dimples.


(Here’s mine ❤ WARNING: it’s fluffy and sappy.. maybe a little too much so)


She pulled the phone away from her ear to see if the call was still in progress.

Through tear-hindered eyes, she saw that the call had ended without so much as a goodbye, let alone an explanation. She placed (rather, slammed) her phone face down on the countertop, salty tears continuing to silently drop onto the granite. She stood with one hand holding down the phone as if it might get up and try to hurt her again, and the other across her lightly mascara-streaked face. She stood there, leaned over the kitchen counter for a good minute.

Then, with a sudden burst of movement and the abrupt decision that she was fine, she turned and grabbed her tea, not really knowing what she was going to do with it as she had easily lost any and all of her appetite. But as she spun around, the cup fell off of the saucer and tumbled, crashing into and shattering on the floor.

Molly did the same.

There, on her knees on the wooden floor, she finally let herself go.

Up to this point she had been trying to hold it together, at least a little, but the cup shattering had been like a feather landing on a pile of bricks, causing everything to come crashing down and ultimately pushing her over the edge.

She didn’t know what to think.

What he said sounded real. And Molly would know. The first time he said it she could tell it was forced- why, she had no clue. But the second time… the second time it sounded like he realized it. Like he meant it.

I love you.

As the words rushed through her head again, she cried harder, letting out sobs that accounted for years and years of holding things in.

If he did mean it, he must’ve changed his mind. The line had just gone dead. There was no call back and she wasn’t even allowed the mercy of knowing what the whole point of the phone call had been. For a case? What case could ever require that of her? How could she have been so stupid?

She had said it. She had finally let herself tell him. And now here she was, crumpled up like a ball of paper, surrounded by shattered pieces of a cup and her heart.

After about an hour, or at least she guessed, she picked herself up and cleaned the pieces up off the floor.

There was no point in keeping the pieces, but she didn’t throw it away. She just dropped them all on the table and went to go take a shower. All she wanted to do at this point was wash the recent events off.

Standing in the hot water she wiped her face like it would somehow wipe off what has just happened.

Nothing would ever be the same. Their friendship was destroyed and she didn’t even think she could face him again. It was over.

Once she got out, she put on a dark green jumper that was more comfortable than the one she had been wearing earlier and stuck her hair back into a ponytail. She would have just gone to bed, but it wasn’t late enough to justify it so she just took her time doing everything.

By the time she was walking out and ready for a glass of wine, hours had passed. But as soon as she made it into the hallway, she stopped.

“What are you doing?”


"Sherlock, don’t. I don’t know why- why are you here?”

"Molly I-”

"You know what? You don’t need to-”

"Molly, what I said-”

"Whatever you were doing, it was for a case and-”

“I meant it.”

It was silent for a second while they looked at each other.

She swore, she had never, ever seen Sherlock that vulnerable, that open, that honest.

“…You did?”

Her voice shook.

"I did.”

So did his.

Molly’s eyes filled with tears again as she clasped her hand over her mouth. This time, not out of pain, but of what could only be described as relief and pure, unadulterated joy.

He stepped closer, taking her face in his hands, his voice trembling.

Molly, I have made one vow in my life. Two, if you count my vow to never make another one,” they both laughed lightly, “I broke the first… and I am now breaking the second.”

Moving his hands to her back, he pulled her closer so that their faces were inches apart.

His voice was soft, uncalculated, and warm. “Molly Hooper, I love you. I am… in love.. with you.

He smiled softly as she beamed.

“I vow to you that I will never… ever… change my mind.”

And just like that he pulled her in and kissed her, the past few hours melting away like they had been a bad dream.

Molly’s heart jumped into the sky, overwhelmed in the best way that everything that she thought was shattered was completely repaired and better than she had ever let herself believe. She hadn’t been stupid, she had been honest, and in her assessment of Sherlock’s confession, right.

Sherlock didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but he knew that it felt utterly right. He had been restraining himself, mostly unconsciously, for years. This was what he had been afraid of, and it turned out being something so incomprehensibly wonderful that his anxiety disappeared and was replaced with an incredible sense of belonging.

Finally, all the pieces were in place. There was no one left to run from, just each other to run to. The Final Problem had been solved and Sherlock’s heart had not been burned out of him. He had found it.

Eurus might have thought he lost, but he didn’t lose a thing. Molly was always there. Always there for him, supporting him, caring for him even when he didn’t care for himself, and loving him, unconditionally. Always, always.

They stood in an embrace for what seemed like forever. It could have been forever and neither would have minded.

The teacup she had dropped soon sat on the fireplace mantle. Glued back together, and resurrected in the same way they had both been. This wasn’t nearly the end, but the beginning.

Hatter is a mad lad but he 100% cares about his lesbian teacup child! (Ayyyy it’s ya shortie CDD! Cherry Dream-on Demon! Or Marcy it’s your call. ) This is for my comic Fruitloops, but it’s gotten to that point in development *going on for a year and a half* where I’ve thought of some characters as tinies lmaooo.


Some things I like:

1. My secret Valentine gifts! I feel like the address is ringing a bell (maybe, or I’m just crazy)…but identify yourself, friend! And, thanks!! 😁
2. This peach tea is A+! It does NOT (thankfully) taste like peach pie in a teacup; it’s nice and mellow but with a lovely peach taste and smell! 😍
3. I’ve worked out and grocery shopped for the week, and now I’m relaxing for a bit in this explosion of sunshine. ☀️ Really enjoying the book so far!

(EXO's Sehun) Mafia!AU x ArrangedMarriage!AU: When someone leaks your pregnancy.

You and Sehun has been married for a year and your honeymoon has lasted exactly one year. It officially lasted 2 months but it felt like a year with the way Sehun couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Every night, you prepped yourself because you didn’t know if he would make a pass or not and every night, he did.

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Hannibal Rewatch meets Hannibal Advent: Apéritif

For #HannibalAdvent I’ve decided to write matching drabbles for my Rewatch ones, the idea being that by the end I’ll have Will and Hannibal’s perspectives on every episode. Tagging @wraithsonwingsposts, @pka42, @weconqueratdawn, @wrathofthestag and @jadegreenworks in the cheeky hope of a bit of cheerleading! If this looks like being sustainable, I’ll get the new drabbles posted to AO3 in due course, alongside the original ones.


‘A fragile little teacup.' 

It’s the unexpectedness of it that catches him off guard, pulls the sound out of him - rusty at first (well, he hasn’t had a whole lot to laugh about of late) but it’s a genuine, throaty chuckle that seems to please his strangely compelling guest. As Will savours the rare moment of levity, he notices almost absently that Doctor Lecter is mirroring his grin, leaning forward slightly in his chair as Will leans back in his. He rubs his hand self-consciously across his jaw. 

'How do you see me?’ He’s strangely eager to hear the answer.


'How do you see me?’

Hannibal can’t remember the last time he was so thoroughly entertained. Enchanted, even. That the object of his fascination should be such a prickly, diffident, scruffy individual amuses him. Appeals to his sense of whimsy. Perhaps that’s why he hears music in the creaking laughter he elicits, delights in the sight of blue eyes sparkling with mirth and finds himself grinning in return. A strange, almost prescient sense of kinship, of solidarity, lends a possessive note to his voice as he replies honestly.

'The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by.’

anonymous asked:

It's funny how the Akuma worshipping Lady talked to Aku by Talking to his statue, while the robot assassin just calls Aku like it's no big deal. Like, do these ladies not know Aku has a phone. A Land line going by the original series.

That’s the joke, Aku doesn’t know or care about his minions really

Also apparently he’s depressed and doesn’t want to talk to anybody anymore