Hey can you recommend me like 10 or so books? I really need to read more. Love the blog and stuff.
YES telling people to read amazing books is like my favourite thing to do so thank you for giving me an excuse to do that, precious little muffin
*Cherub by Robert Muchamore - this is about kids who work for MI5 and is my absolute go to book series when I want to get out of a reading slump! Also there’s 17 books so… plenty of reading material. ALSO if you like books set in ww2 the prequel series is called Henderson’s Boys and they are also very good (you don’t need to read Cherub to understand it and vice versa)
*Lockwood and co. by Jonathan Stroud - ghost hunting and also lots of tea and cake. This series is also my current obsession and I won’t rest until everyone has read it
*Alex Rider by Anthony Horowitz - teenaged spies again but with more gadgets and truly awful puns
*Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness - it’s set on a different planet where you can see people’s thoughts and it’s just. So. Good.
*Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan - demigods go around fighting monsters and it’s super funny
*The School for Good and Evil by Soman Chainani - another take on fairytales, the title makes it sound a bit ehhhh but they’re sooooo good! (btw @happyhippogames made me read these and she demands credit for that)
*The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer - fairytales again, but in SPACE!!!! Also a bit on Earth but… there are robots so it’s cool
*A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket - so gloriously miserable
*Keys to the Kingdom by Garth Nix - it’s a house! With another world in it! It is weird but good and I can’t explain book plots to save my life
*Eragon by Christopher Paolini - dude it’s dragons. It’s gonna be great
*Timeriders by Alex Scarrow - a bunch of people have to stop people messing with time and there are so many plot twists it’s insane help me
*Young Bond by Charlie Higson - this is exactly what you think it is.
Fire:The Salamander - Not to be mistaken with the amphibian, Fire Salamanders are small, dragon-like beings that usually appear a foot long but can alter their size as they see fit, sometimes appearing as great beasts or the smallest spark of light. Their skin is slick and ephemeral like a flame, dark yet glimmering like a brilliant ember. Without Salamanders, there would be no fire in this world, they are the beings which make flame come to life, lying in wait for matches to come out.
Earth:The Gnome - Gnomes are rarely seen by humans as they move through the earth with as much ease as we move through the air and stay there. They seek out humans very rarely but when they do it is often in order to help them.
They guard mines full of gold and jewels or forests in which animals take refuge.
These elementals take on many forms from elves to satyrs but in their natural state their skin shines dully like gold and crystals sprout from their shoulders.
Air:The Sylph - These beings are Air itself. They are drawn to humans who are artists or philosophers as Sylphs seek to whisper inspiration in their ears. Sylphs rarely take on physical form, if anything they may appear as a whisp of smoke, but when they do appear as humans their form varies wildly. Sylphs may appear as gorgeous adults or precious cherubs, as angels with broad white wings or fairies with gossamer, gauzy wings of cloud; their eyes glow a bright white and their being is translucent.
Water:The Undine - Beautiful, humanoid beings that reside in lakes, rivers and waterfalls. Their songs are often heard by humans but simply written off as the call of birds or babble of water. At first glance, Undines are easily mistaken for humans but when you look closer you can see the nictitating membrane that flickers across their eyes like a crocodile’s and the unearthly sheen to their skin. Their laugh may be as sweet as a bird’s song but their smile reveals vicious fangs.
While pouting, she twist a bit at the waist, mostly just to please him. “What'dya want?” Hollering, over the music coming from someone’s shitty speaker system. “I’m busy.”
Nevada groaned, started shouldering his way through the crowd so he could manage to curl a hand around her wrist. “You’re not busy,” he splayed fingers out towards the little collection of now-hushed girls she was standing with; pretty young ladies wearing too-short skirts, gossiping and chatting about nothing really important- “You’re chattin’, c'mon.”
He tugged at her waist, Caroline rolled her eyes and began reciting her ’I’m sorry’s to the girls who understood, as she was drug through the little apartment. There really shouldn’t be this many people here, she thought to herself, while struggling to maintain the pace of her man’s strides. It was probably a fire hazard, or should be…
holy meta, batman! nightmare/memory analysis and damian’s childhood instructors
this is gonna include some discussion of violence and unsettling imagery, so i’m sticking it under a cut, but this is probably all material that people who follow damian’s storyline are familiar with by now.
U is for Ursula: Write a backstory for a minor character who you think deserves more
For likely the twentieth time just that day, and the umpteenth-millionth since she had started in this position, she twist the little photograph so it wouldn’t be stuck in the glare coming in from the windows. A sweet, precious cherub of a baby being held by a smiling woman; both were donning blue-striped dresses and matching hair bows.
Carmen had gotten those flashy head pieces for them, from the ‘bonus’ Mr. Barba had gifted her last Christmas. She had seen pictures of Detective Rollins’ baby wearing a pink one, that seemingly-omnipresent Detective Carisi was showing them off. Immediately upon seeing the giant accessory, she knew her niece needed one, deserved one- so naturally, Carmen had ordered a custom-made pair… so both mother and daughter could match.
Her niece deserved the world, as did her sister. It was Carmen’s job to deliver. As always.
A look at the clock. It was nearly seven o’ clock at this point. She had intended to be home earlier, to be able to make dinner and help her sister put the baby down by the eight-in-the-evening bedtime they had decided upon.
Apparently, seeing as how she was still waiting for Mr. Barba to come back so he could assure her he wouldn’t need anything else for the evening (it was too close to the court date for her to assume), she might miss her self-imposed deadline.
Diligent Carmen, always there when he needed her, even when she needed to be elsewhere…
“Your office experience is impressive,” He had been late to the interview, and noticed how she had managed to arrive early. Of course. “Yet your education appears to have a gap-” The ADA lay out the resume he had been handed, pointed out the ‘end date’ she had listed alongside her college information. “Are you proficient in law at all?”
Initially, she bit the inside of her lip. Was there a ‘good’ answer for this? Very delicately, Carmen caught her prospective-employer’s stare. He was an honest man, a good man; she had read plenty about the illustrious ADA’s successes when the listing for an assistant went up. Lying to him wouldn’t only be unfruitful, but also cheap- she assumed he’d already discovered she had dropped out before bringing up the question.
“To be honest, Mr. Barba,” that was the only way she knew how to be, after all, “I had very briefly begun to work towards my paralegal degree when I dropped out to find full time employment.” Proudly, Carmen used her fingertips to spin the papers back towards him, pleased enough with her answer whether he found it sufficient or not. “I was in a position where I needed to search for financial solutions, and I found them. As you already pointed out, my experience and references speak wonders for my abilities.”
His brows knit together, and he nodded slowly to review the sheet that had been slid in front of him. “If you don’t mind my prying…” it was painful how carefully he was working to find the right words.
She knew what was on his mind, though, even if he couldn’t figure out how to express it. “My sister moved in with me. She was with child, so I became the bread-winner.” Subtly vague and fully honest; good enough for Carmen. “All things considered, I’m confident I made the right choice. As for legal experience, you can see I’ve worked at two law firms prior to this interview-”
“As a file clerk.” Rafael spoke slowly, took a peek at his watch and sighed. “So you don’t actually have any experience in criminal law.”
Actually? Actually; Carmen knew quite a bit about criminal law, and what she didn’t know- she knew how to find it. She had scoured little legal books and statutes when her sister came to her in tears, discovered legalities and key words to bring up with the public defender who could barely manage to walk and speak at the same time (let alone craft a case that would end favorably for her). It was Carmen who had proven how her sister’s old landlord illegally evicted her; it was Carmen who figured out how to get a restraining order without wasting money on a lawyer; it was Carmen, and always Carmen.
“I’m a quick learner, and whatever I don’t know, I manage to discover;” she advised simply, with a soft, complementary smile. “And I do intend on going back to school eventually, I just need to wait until I have the funds to do so.” Noting how he was continuously looking back to his watch, Carmen decided to voice a question of her own; “Your assistant only gave you fifteen minutes, didn’t she?”
Bewildered, Rafael bolted his gaze back to hers, and nodded hopelessly. “And she didn’t let me know until five or ten minutes before you arrived.”
“No wonder you were late, not your fault.” She tisked her tongue, and rolled eyes to the ceiling before leaning back in her chair. “Anyone who makes schedules knows communication is key.” Her shoulders bobbed when he perked a brow. “The role of an assistant is to do just that, assist, not instruct or complicate.”
“I need more of a… dictator-esque vibe from my assistants than this one can… provide,” his face was hidden behind his fingers, as he hid tired eyes with his hands. “I’m great in a court room, but I’m awful at these little things…”
“Well, Mr. Barba, I can lead you to water and hope you’ll drink, but I can definitely do much better than whoever put me in for an interview,” she chuckled, “I’d have at least checked to make sure someone’s education and upbringing would be to your standards before wasting your time.” Thoughtfully, Carmen started gathering her purse and jacket- this interview didn’t seem to be going all too well, and she had others to attend. “And if I believed in telekinesis, I’d raise your hand, but all I can do is-”
Before she could even finish her surely-prolific comparison, Rafael dropped palms to the counter top. “Did you just belittle my current assistant,” fingers splayed out over the paperwork as he rose to his feet, to match her apparent exit attempt, “and quote Vonnegut?”
She blinked, and was taken aback just so slightly. “I suppose so…” Obviously unconcerned with how he may feel about it, she shrugged, and proceeded to rock up to her toes so she could take a look at his watch for herself. “Now, it was a pleasure to meet with you Mr. Barba, but I’m not a fan of inefficiency or mincing words, and you appear to have made your decision already-”
“I sure have,” he grabbed for her free hand, before she even had a chance to offer it out for polite adieus. Better to take a shot than deal with the mess he was currently dealing with; “You start Monday, please…”
Mr. Barba came sauntering in, a large bag in hand. “Sorry, Carmen,” without really thinking, he rest the sack atop her desk. Before he could even consider asking, she was holding out messages that had been taken from callers who rang while he was away. “Ech, Calhoun, again?”
“You know how much she loves harassing you, Counselor-” honestly, Rita Calhoun was surprisingly kind to her. Well, most attorneys were; if you couldn’t get along with Carmen, you likely couldn’t convince ADA Barba to give you a good deal. “This time, though, she was asking for a consultation.”
“When?” while pulling his meal from the bag, hee knowingly peered over her shoulder, down at the desk calendar she kept on her desk. Giant squares, filled with times and shorthand notes; her personal, consistently-updated version of his calendar. “She could only do Wednesday?”
Carmen was too busy being nosy, stood up to peer into the sack he had left near her purse. The universal sign of trying to get out of the office- her bag and jacket laid out for easy retrieval. “You know she’s picky, and she is never available on Thursdays, which was the only other free day you had.” The scent of Chinese food came from the secret shopping sack, she sighed out loud upon recognizing her own favorite plate from the restaurant he had gotten them from. “You’re making me even more anxious for dinner, is there anything else you need before I go?”
At the seemingly-normal comment, Rafael froze in his steps. His face changed, grew jocular instead of the fallen exhaustion he had been displaying upon his initial entrance. “That is your dinner,” Cockily, he sashayed his shoulders, and actually smiled while holding up his phone, “and your sister’s, I sent her a text to see what she wanted before I stopped.”
Her jaw fell, and she hastily went to snatch for her pocketbook. Him having her sister’s number wasn’t a shock, she had called him from it many times before to alert him of her absence or tardiness when they could only afford one phone line. “Mr. Barba, you didn’t have to do that-” oh, but she was so glad he did. If she didn’t have to cook, or go retrieve groceries from the store, maybe she would be able to slip into the apartment before her niece was laid down. A goodnight kiss from the most precious baby, Carmen’s favorite moment of the day. “How much do I owe you?”
He held up a palm, shook his head to deny the offer, then proceeded to gather all the files from her ‘outbox’ (which she had affectionately renamed, The Barba Box). “Don’t worry about it, I appreciate your staying so late, I was surprised you were still here-” that was a lie, he knew she’d be there, but she didn’t bother calling him out on it. Rafael then motioned elbows towards the door, taking a quick look at the clock hanging from the wall. “Now get home, Amelia will be going to bed soon, or you’re going to need coffee more than I do tomorrow.”
No need to tell her twice, Carmen gratefully gathered up the dinner in both arms and sauntered happily towards the hallway. “Thank you, Mr. Barba, I appreciate it; I’ll see you after your barber appointment in the morning…”
Rafael flinched, looked up from the files to catch her waiting; waiting for him to acknowledge the subtle reminder. “Y-yea, the barber… seven am, right?”
“Thirty,” pleased enough, she turned her back to him, and continued through the door. “But keep telling yourself it’s at seven, maybe you’ll be on time then…”
Ok but can we talk about Mama Karan for a sec? Because this lady is just so amazing.
Not only did she single-handedly raise Shion to be the precious perfect cherub from heaven that he is, but she also supports him so much. When he sacrifices everything they have to help Nezumi she stands by him fully and is so unconditionally loving.
She works day and night at her bakery to support her and Shion and manages to just tear it up and make the best food in the city. Single working moms are so important you guys.
Manages to keep her chin up and keep smiling despite the fact her only child is out on his own and might not even be alive.
Even though she’s in the city, she still manages to help Nezumi and Shion by sending them notes about where to go. She also risks her own life to try and help Safu.
She was a serious high-up player in No. 6. She knew the founders, let’s not forget. Her name is practically a password. Everytime Shion brings her up in the series everyone is like “WHAT? Omg you’re Karan’s kid! Karan was awesome! Yeah sure! We’ll help you out.”
She’s an adorable lady botanist, and continues to be single and strong despite all of the guys who are madly in love with her.
Read a bunch of censored, illegal books to baby Shion. Raising her baby to be a revolutionary.
Saves Lili and her pregnant mom from killer bees.
Practically adopts Nezumi and lets him live in her and Shion’s tiny little one-room apartment. Is super sweet and loving to him and bakes him a ton of sweets.
Wears the anime mom side-ponytail and DOESN’T DIE. SHE AND SHION ARE HAIR TROPE REBELS.