There's nothing here but echoes

Feb. 9th, 2026 07:10 pm
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Today's excitements included a more complicated dentist's appointment than originally envisioned and having to stop very suddenly short on I-93, but I did technically find my way to Scollay Square.

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[ SECRET POST #6975 ]

Feb. 9th, 2026 07:04 pm
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⌈ Secret Post #6975 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


01.


More! )


Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 25 secrets from Secret Submission Post #996.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
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Title: 'Interrogation'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: PG (Warnings for implied future torture)
Notes: Crossposted to [community profile] vocab_drabbles. Challenges used under the cut due to length. )

Interrogation )

第五年第三十一天

Feb. 10th, 2026 08:41 am
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部首
手 part 16
拖, to drag; 拙, awkward; 招, to recruit pinyin )
https://www.mdbg.net/chinese/dictionary?cdqrad=64

词汇
次, secondary; 多次, many times (pinyin in tags)
https://mandarinbean.com/new-hsk-4-word-list/

Guardian:
我的确想招一个徒弟, I certainly would like to recruit an apprentice
我其实怀疑过你很多次, I've actually doubted you often

Me:
你又是拖延症发作吗?
我们见面过这么多次,你还不知道?
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Title: 'Finale'
Fandom: Original Poetry
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to [community profile] anythingdrabble

Finale )

Image Hosting + FenRecs.com Status

Feb. 9th, 2026 11:39 pm
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In the last couple of weeks our image hosting seems to be being taken over by porn hosting and such. Everyone should know that we are here for fandom - whether that is NSFW or not. So yes, we allow nude images and such. But we seem to have been taken over by a few users who only post "porn for porn's sake".  What does this mean? They're screenshotting porn movies, etc., to use it for their personal or shared "spank bank."  NSFW image hosting is allowed - as long as it's fandom related.

Because we've had so many problems lately, signups for image hosting are currently disabled. If you want an image hosting account, you're going to need to fill out a request. Simply click on the link for support and let us know you want an Image Hosting account.  You need to submit the following in order for it to be approved:

  • Your desired username

  • Your desired email address (if it's not the one attached to your request)

  • Your role in fandom and/or just a statement saying you will use your Image Hosting account for fandom reasons.


Next, FenRecs.com is still down. We believe we have a hosting company, and they answered all our questions. Now it comes down to timing. I hope to have FenRecs.com back up and running by the end of the month.

Game Bundle: No ICE in MN

Feb. 9th, 2026 03:11 pm
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No ICE in Minnesota bundle at itch.io: 1400+ games for $10 donation that goes to the Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota.

Notable items include:
  • Baba Is You (video game)
  • A Good Snowman Is Hard to Build (video game)
  • Calico (video game)
  • ECO MOFOS!! (TTRPG)
  • Bump in the Dark: Revised Edition (TTRPG)
  • Tangled Blessings (solo TTRPG)
  • Be Seeing You (GM-less TTRPG)
  • Rosewood Abby (Brindlewood style TTRPG)
  • Three Magic Eyeland collections (...nobody else may care about stereograms but I love them)

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Feb. 9th, 2026 01:53 pm
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* I got jumped by an off-leash dog, who knocked my headphones off and my phone got pulled from my pocket. My phone is alright, but my headphones are toast.

* The largest obstacle towards Jason Hawes acquiring the Conjuring House has been cleared. Things are not final, but the shithead's attempt to snipe the house has been thwarted. Things are looking... good?

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Feb. 9th, 2026 03:56 pm
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1.
Requisite superbowl posting: I moved to Patriots territory as an adult, and that means that I find the constant chatter about them annoying and thus wanted them to lose and would've found it extremely funny if they'd scored zero points overall. They did score some points in the end, but they sure lost terribly anyway!

I have also now seen the only part worth seeing, which is the halftime show, which was very good! It just also made me think about how...

brief bit about USA PoliticsThere's this oddity to watching it and going "this looks like, and feels like it's for, the community I live in" (the town I live in is if not outright majority Hispanic/Latinx very close to it, and majority Puerto Rican within that), when it also feels like a political statement to have a Puerto Rican performer as the star and for him to sing in Spanish, celebrating that heritage, as a contrast to the constant background noise about ICE in Minnesota (and elsewhere; that's just the main area making national news, not the only place ICE is hunting).

I don't know that I have any coherent thoughts about that. Just, well. USA politics sure are something, and The Big Football Game is a platform for them.



2.
Talked to my dad on the phone yesterday for almost two hours. Got the Family Update from him, which is about what I expected: my mom is stressed, my grandmother is doing better, my twin is As He's Been with a lead on Doing More Stuff Actually, which is good.

It's interesting talking to my dad because it's very. Well. I talk to him and I see patterns of behavior that I exhibit manifest in him, in much the same way and for much the same reason. And I'm just like. Well, I sure am your child in some very specific ways, aren't I. It's never going to be one-to-one, of course, but it's... still nice to see.


3.
It is perhaps going to start being NOT HORRIBLY COLD in a day or two, with the metric of "not terribly cold" being "highs consistently above freezing", which is still cold but a lot more tolerable than the month of ARCTIC FROST we've been having. It means snow might slowly start melting! And that leaving for work at the coldest point in the day is going to be less "oh god I hate being outside even if it's only for a minute or two".


4.
in the continued vibe of "ah yes actually share bits of this as I write it", this is still mostly set-up!

I'm a bit, I could name the trading company something less on-the-nose about them being shitty, but consider: nah. That's something relatively easy to change later, and there is an island chain that'll eventually be relevant anyway, so...

“The Southern Chain Trading Company.” Ames didn’t see any change in expression on Vesta’s face, but her beard hid some of the subtleties. “I haven’t heard of them before, and was hoping you had.”

“Southern Chain.” Vesta frowned. “They’re… new here. If I thought you had any interest in business, I wouldn’t tell you more for free, but most of what I hear is that they’re building themselves up right now. They’ve only recently established a business house in Anaxa—they came up from the south, from Rakorran or Recharron or something like that—and are mostly trading southward, but they’ve bought a few things from Yscor—we’ve better prices for certain goods, even accounting for shipping down the river.”

Ames nodded thoughtfully. “That would explain why they sent me a letter.”

Vesta looked at him, dark eyes glinting under furrowed brows. Slowly, she said, “If they offer you something, don’t accept unless it’s more than Rhei would give you. I don't think they know the northern coast well enough to give you a good deal, and I know you don’t want to leave.”

“I know.” Ames inclined his head in half a bow. “I want to hear their offer. I doubt I’ll accept it.”

New Chapter (new title)

Feb. 9th, 2026 03:44 pm
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AO3 Link | Divining Destiny (7067 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Zaknafein Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Ensemble
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Fratricide, Murder, flashfic, Cross-Posted from Archive Of Our Own (AO3), Time Travel
Summary:

Thwarted in escaping with the two males she cares for at Graduation, Vierna sets her goals differently.

Only, Drizzt sets things in motion the wrong way.



Divining Destiny: Testing Them

The Dark Maiden was unsurprised by the newcomer being wary. She hated that She knew he did not draw blades solely because She was female. Winning his trust would be difficult, especially as She could not perceive his spirit, only his material self. Her Twin's words came back to Her, and She realized that She was going to need to involve someone of the greater pantheon.

"Peace, young one," she said softly. "I will provide you with teaching, words that can aid your future. In exchange, I ask only that you harm none while you remain in my realm. There is food to find; one of my servitors will show you.

"In time, you will go to people more like yourself, so that you may live free."

"I will hold you to that," the young man said, utterly fearless in his demeanor, spine straight and jaw firm. There was something so sincere in his bearing and words that Eilistraee felt a moment of wonder, for a male out of Her Mother's city that could be so forthright.

"Please do." She smiled, then gestured for a cath shee to come from the nearby trees. The faerie cat sized up the male, then looked at Her expectantly. "Young one, may I know your name? This is Szann, and he will be your guide to food and water, as well as places to rest as you explore when I am away."

"Szann," the male said, eyes locking on the cath shee… and Eilistraee felt the contact extend deeply, giving the male a better awareness of the mood and mindset of the faerie cat.

What was this?! She almost could not wait to visit the others, and have one come help Her puzzle out the oddities.

"I am Drizzt Do'Urden, secondboy of the Eighth House of Menzoberranzan… may I never see that place again. Though I wish my sister luck in her goals to change what she can." He paused, then tipped his head in Her direction a bit. "I have no name for you."

No name? She felt a moment of temper that Her Mother had erased her so firmly in that city. "Eilistraee."

She did not tack on any of her titles or honoraries, not wanting to overawe this drow male that had met Her so unprepared.

"Then, if I may have leave to explore with Szann?"

"You may indeed."





She had not wanted to go straight to Her Father. The young man was traumatized enough by being from that city, but when She had gone, Corellon had been the first one She saw.

"Mother is manipulating things again," She said with a heavy sigh when He asked Her why She had come.

Corellon frowned. "Explain."

"I have a young man — boy by elven standards — in My realm, brought to Me in a deal with My Twin. No, hold Your peace! The boy cannot be perceived on a spiritual level by My Brother or Myself. Yet he was able to make a wild connection with one of the cath shee. And … he is good. I cannot fully verify that, but his actions so far in My realm are those of one of My Dancers."

"Show him to Me, Daughter," Corellon invited, using a warmer tone than usual — which meant He was already plotting and scheming, She supposed. However, the boy could be observed without his awareness, She thought.





Observing Drizzt Do'Urden in a wild space proved harder than either deity would have thought possible. Eventually Eilistraee resorted to touching Szann's mind… and they found that the young man had absconded into the taller trees to explore, keeping the cath shee quite amused.

"I believe he is proving to be unusual in more ways than one," She said to Her Father.

"Curiosity is… not a trait I associate with Your people, for mere exploration."

"He could be looking for a more defensible situation, but Szann thinks he is just enjoying the freedom," Eilistraee said, before smiling at watching Drizzt leap across a gap and land so sure-footed on a branch in a new tree. "I think he is meant to be one of Mine."

"Then I will need to determine what hex Your Mother has placed," Corellon agreed, having been impressed at the landing. He had some elves less at home in the trees.

His focus, though, proved to be too much, as Drizzt peered all around and spotted the pair. The swiftness with which he shifted his position to a more defensible one made Eilistraee mutter a curse in the direction of Her Mother for all the lies, and she moved forward openly.

"Drizzt. Do not be afraid of the Elf with Me," she called. "He is here to determine what curse the Spider has laid upon you."

"He's not here to claim vengeance?" The young drow dropped to the ground, so he could face the accounting on his own two feet, it seemed to Her.

"Vengeance?" she asked.

"For the faerie I failed to save when I tried to protect the child."

"I promise He will do no such… but perhaps you can tell us all, so that we can find and aid the child?" Eilistraee entreated.

Drizzt hesitated, but he looked at Corellon, and the impossibly tall Faerie had actually conjured a chair to sit in, with two others awaiting them.

"If it can help the child… I will."





That Drizzt doubted the deal made went without saying. Corellon (who was apparently a Faerie god, and so was Eilistraee, except She was a drow…) had removed some form of evil magic from him, in exchange for making certain the faerie child both lived and healed from her trauma.

If — and this was the part Drizzt doubted so much — Corellon could show Drizzt the child was well and safe by the time Drizzt mastered the elven language, Drizzt would be required to perform one small task for Corellon.

Eilistraee had side-eyed Her father at the deal, but agreed to make certain Drizzt learned all he could while Corellon actually involved Himself in elven matters to find the child.





Corellon had not walked the Material Plane in a long while, but He was piqued by the drow's refusal to see Him — or His Daughter — as a being of honor. The sheer skepticism had been palpable, and for once Corellon was willing to rise to the bait. He could have just canvassed the others of His pantheon, to find the child swiftly, but instead He took His Sun Elf guise, a bit taller than most, and maybe a little too perfectly beautiful.

The imagery from the drow's mind — once Drizzt had consented to the looking as Eilistraee had made the point of giving the young man choice in all things — had depicted these woods. Where, exactly, was the question, but it had not even been a full change of seasons since the raid, apparently.

Tracking from dryad to dryad led Him to the ones that mourned, for not enough of the village had remained to stay in the tree homes above. Corellon let them show Him where nature was reclaiming the battle site, extending his will to sanctify the clearing, pushing away the brutally chaotic evil of the deeds done here. He made note of just where the village had been… and called upon a unicorn to take Him to the ally He wished for this task.





Eilistraee had duties to all of Her followers, but She carved time for Drizzt daily, by the way She counted Her days. Mostly, they had language lessons, but this time She'd come to find the young man overwhelmed by realizing he'd been safe for a full change of the moon's face in this endless night.

"Instead of words, would you prefer to dance with weapons, to work it out?" She offered, hand flicking to the pair of swords he carried, despite the peace of this realm.

"None of the ones who share my time carry blades," he said with a sigh.

She had to laugh softly, before She called Her Moonsword to Her hand. "I meant with Myself, Drizzt."

He eyed the sword, a longer blade than either of his, and then met Her eyes fearlessly.

"If I may have the joy of a spar, I think it would suit my body and mind more, yes," he told Her.

She found Herself hoping he never lost that even approach to dealing with gods, as Her sense of destiny said he would be near them often. She moved toward the center of the clearing, working Her way toward capping Her ability and speed to that which a mortal could contend with.

From the first pass to test one another, She almost wondered if that had been a mistake. Drizzt moved as if the swords were a true part of him, without malice, only love of the skill itself. Eilistraee found Herself eagerly matching to him, pleasure suffusing from Her to Her followers in the other planes, as Drizzt reminded Her of joy.





Elin watched the 'elf' warily, working on placing just what about the tall man was twigging his nerves. Merenth gave a snort, stamping a foot for Elin to pay more attention to the currying.

"Sorry, my friend," he told the stud, half-grinning for their long partnership letting Merenth know him so well. He focused again, but then Merenth made a noise, ears flicking as he sidled a bit, and Elin looked up to find the stranger right there, evidently seeking him.

It wasn't dragon presence that was setting the man apart on Elin's senses, but something else, something dangerous and somehow familiar.

"Peace, Aerasumé," the man said. "You may call me Laran."

Oh well that was the height of arrogance to match the full-blooded sun elf, to just use 'liege' as a name, Elin considered.

Wait… was that otherworldliness that he was feeling?

"And why do you speak to a rounded-ear?" Elin asked with all the diplomacy of a boar.

Yes, as he focused it felt something like when Mother was possessed by the silver-fire, but — older. More dangerous.

Which of the Seldarine was slumming on the Material Plane, and how bad was this about to get?

"You ride a pegasus, and might have heard whispers from other riders here, about a village that ceased to be. I wish to learn where the survivors went, as one of them was very young, and has… potential to solving a small matter."

Elin frowned. "Not fond of putting destiny on a child's shoulders."

"No, I just need to make certain she is well, has been succored from the pain of her losses, and that she will thrive." Laran shrugged a bit. "It matters to a fighter that has the skills I wish to use, and those are the conditions of our deal."

Right, Elin needed to manage this in such a way that he never, ever got tangled in a proper 'deal' with whichever Named One this was.

"I'll go talk to the ones I know, ask Merenth here to spread the word. Give me… ten days?"

Laran frowned, and Elin wondered just what the hell was happening among the Seldarine that ten days might be too much.

"Try for six," Laran said. "But if you are not back here by that, I will return again on the tenth day."

"Agreed," Elin said, wanting away from this Named One, up in the air, and far from whatever fighter had gotten embroiled in a god's plan.





The einheriar that had been Drizzt's teacher this day, a drow that had died selflessly to save others in Her service, fell in step with the Dark Maiden as She walked along a stream reflecting the moon and stars so clearly in its slow-moving surface.

"The mortal is meant for the wilds," Mesrah told Her, certain of it. "He has managed to learn the way every animal, every bird moves. He takes to the trees like a wild elf. He asks for names of the most subtle variations of plants, wishes to know what use they have as food or medicine.

"The cath shee are all enamored of him now, through Szann. And his Astral Companion only nods knowingly to us, as if she knew this all along."

Eilistraee considered that. What passed as rangers in the Underdark were mostly spider-warped, and as dangerous to the wilds there as the dark rangers above could be in mastering the lands to serve their base desires.

"I have moon elf worshippers who are rangers, but they call on My kin among the Seldarine, rather than Me, for those gifts." She smiled. "Of course, he may never come to see Me as worth bothering with outside of lessons and spars. So fiercely independent, and leaning toward the agnostic way of life."

Mesrah shook his head. "I do not know about that. His drive for all things good — we've had talks that have convinced me his soul is that of a protector — will bring him to take up Your goals, Lady."

"Perhaps. If I, and more, My Father, meet his standards," She said with a laugh.





It was the sixth day, but it was not Elin who met Laran in the village. Elin's elder brother, Andy, was waiting there for the sun elf.

"My brother found the child. She was in need of healing, of the mind and soul, so he took her to our elven mother."

Laran let an eyebrow rise at that bold, almost defiant proclamation, tasting the truth in the words, and sensing this Aerasumé was just as wary as the younger one had been.

"Then my business with your brother is complete," Laran said formally, relinquishing the deal struck here as finished. Andy didn't truly relax, but his shoulders came down somewhat. Laran nodded once, and walked back out into the woods, aware Andy was watching.

Laran smiled to Himself, before disappearing in the next true sunbeam that was lancing between trees. He could check with Sehanine, see what prayers had been answered, and gather the proof He needed for the young drow. All the while, He remained amused that the Aerasumé band were as they were, but then… Corellon's chosen people had forged a crucible around those born between the races.





Drizzt felt a prickle of different magic and pulled away from trying to catch a fish, turning in time to see the faerie god appearing, the endless night giving way to an embodiment of the sun, before Corellon reined His presence in.

"Have you mastered the language?" Corellon asked without preamble, in His chosen people's words.

"Can make needs known. Not best yet," Drizzt said, jaw tipped up as he waded out of the stream to put his boots back on.

"I have found the child. She is being aided as we speak, in the care of a priestess with strong healing. And she has acquired a protective half-human who wishes to see her grow strong."

"Half-human?"

"Half-elf," Corellon clarified. "Now, by the deal made, you owe Me a single favor." He gestured and the tools the drow would need shimmered into view. A proper mithral shirt, a pair of surface-forged scimitars, a pack, and a protective cloak were in the pile of gear, with clothing of surface elven styles and new boots in the pack, alongside food. Potions, elixirs, and an aid kit also were inside the pack, just in case. "Your belongings have survived in this place, but you must now give them up, and take those of the surface.

"As I would as no one, even a drow, to face battle without the proper tools."

"While battle is often a small thing for me," Drizzt said, not arrogantly but certain of his skill, "how can I trust the battle is a just one?"

Corellon threw His head back and laughed. "You cannot, can you? I know you would have been learning of surface species, and know that orcs tend to follow ways not so dissimilar to the drow below. Yet, how can you trust what you have been told, when your entire life's education was founded in lies as well?"

Drizzt considered those words, appraising Corellon with all of his being, and moved towards the gear, inspecting it.

"Tell me of the battle you mean, and let me have a fuller picture," he invited, as the feel of those sword hilts tingled with magic, much as the cloak and armor shirt did. "And, with this gear, am I further making myself indebted to You or Her?"

"My Daughter feels that you will be a force of protection within the realms," Corellon said, actually bringing His tone to a less bombastic note. "I am curious to see what shape that takes, Drizzt Daermon N'a'shezbaernon." At the use of the ancient name for his House, Drizzt's attention jerked back to Corellon, away from the tantalizing blades and armor. "Save My Lorekeeper from the band of orcs that mean to ambush him, and I make no further claim on you.

"What comes to lie between you and My Daughter is none of My business."

Drizzt considered, curious, but his hands itched to raise the weapons in a just cause. "What is a Lorekeeper? The words imply someone who holds knowledge."

"That he does. And teaches it to those who wish to learn. As well as holding alliances among various elven peoples, leading in time of war, and generally being My voice among the people without being a cleric.

"This one in particular has led capably for centuries, still seeks new knowledge, and is a stabilizing force. If that curse which was upon you is the first blow in a new war of our people, I wish him to remain in the lands of the living, to be available to rally the elves swiftly."

"You are certain the orcs will attempt to ambush him?"

"It's as if the deed is already done," Corellon said sincerely.

"Then… I will change, and bundle this gear for Eilistraee to send to one of Her enclaves she speaks of."

"A good plan."





Agreeing to a battle, even knowing the enemy were going to be laying an ambush, had not prepared Drizzt for the sheer level of what it would take. He'd been placed on the surface, among trees, at night, but there was no moon in the sky with its reassuring pale glow. On the one hand, he thought Guen could probably find these supposed orcs; she was a better tracker than he was. On the other, though, if that took too long, he would not have her for the fight itself.

If it was to be an ambush, maybe he could find the elf in question first?

That thought was discarded swiftly. Faerie hated drow, feared them, much as drow hated and feared the faerie. He almost wished he had invited Szann to come hunt with him, but if anything happened to the faerie cat, Drizzt would be beside himself.

Thinking of Szann, however, was the tip to thinking his way through this. He settled in place in one of the trees, and turned his hearing outward. Mesrah had said that Drizzt's ability to learn from the animals in their posturing was a unique gift, and also said that in the wilds, listening to the noise around him — or the silence — could well help him protect others.

Was that section of the woods quieter than the rest?

Possibly.

For lack of any better clues, Drizzt began running the limbs of the trees, jumping form one to the next, until he reached the place where the trees were not rustling with the predator and prey of the night. He knew the moment he crossed some magical line before his ears told him that no sound was audible at all. He shimmied down cautiously, finding an orc encampment, and set to studying them from his concealment.

The warriors were fierce, shoving each other with irritable tempers over the smallest things. He took in the differences in garb and weapons, saw the signs of the direction they had come from… and which two were probably the most important. They were set apart, and of course not close together, but if that was how they marched, then he could take one, while Guen went for the other.

Now… sighting along the trail and turning the opposite way, Drizzt went back to exploring, trying to find out where the Lorekeeper was.





Thirteen elves in relatively light armor and carrying weapons of the hunt versus a full orc warband.

No wonder Corellon had been certain of the intent. Drizzt felt the skin itch he associated with his own people when he was near the orcs, but nothing like that near the elven hunters. Knowing where both parties were, how fast they were moving, meant he could plan for where the two groups would most likely encounter one another.

He had no intention of letting the orc band get to the pinch point that would let them pick off the elves from favorable ground. While he might only be a fighter, he was smart, and he knew that the biggest advantage the orcs had was their magical silence.

He would have to break that for the elves to survive, and then be certain not to be seen in the chaos after, at least not by the elves. After all, they were faerie, and he was a drow by birth, if not by nature. Or, at least, not like the majority he'd known so far.

The woods were full of materials to use, to rig simple traps ahead of the orc band, designed to slow them… and make the magic around them shatter. Drizzt was grinning as he readied for this, pleased to be able to use his mind as much as he would need his skills after with the fighting.





Andy scratched his head, even as he took stock of the rest of their Hunt. Father seemed to have that well in hand, so he gestured, and his three brothers joined him in the investigation of the orc dead. Not an elf among them was without a minor injury, but… they had not accounted for the bulk of the fallen orcs.

"Very sharp blades," Elin said, pointing out the mortal wounds on a pair of orcs that had fallen against one another.

"Claw and bite wounds, something of a dire size," Ghael called from one he was inspecting.

"I think the shaman may have been first killed by your dire," Dol said, well back in the bodies now, pointing. He shaded his eyes, and then trotted forward a little. "Blades to the chieftain, though, multiple cuts before the one that killed him — an evisceration."

"I told you I saw a cloaked figure leaving the battle," Elin said firmly. "But not a dire."

"Druid and ranger pair?" Andy surmised. "Doesn't answer how this band got so deep into the High Forest."

"No, that's the magic reeking on the shaman and the chieftain alike," Dol said, jogging back to his brother. "Much as I hate to do it, we need Dove and maybe Aunt Syluné to come investigate before we bury everything."

"Agreed. Go ahead and fill them in, while I go see what Dad means to do," Andy said, but he scanned the tree-line, hoping to catch a glimpse of their saviors. If they had already been in the defile along the brook… Andy shuddered, putting it far from his mind. Dad was fine, so were his brothers, and the other elders.





Eilistraee glared at Her Father, while Mesrah was using the moment to teach Drizzt about more self-aid.

"You used a time spell on him, you put him against ridiculously dangerous odds, all for what?"

"Any fighter who can give You pleasure by sparring at such a young age was up to the task of disrupting them," Corellon soothed. "I knew that. I also banked on him doing exactly as he did, acting in a way that warned My Lorekeeper.

"Now, if Your Mother is planning a new foray against Us, We will have a capable leader. As none of the sons can rally so many as he can. And Your new ranger came through with but minor injuries… I suppose I should have told him to drink the potions…"

Despite Herself and Her anger, Eilistraee had to laugh at that. "He comes from a place where salves are more common, and they have always caused him pain. Yes, You should have explained those."

"Keep him here while Time sorts itself off, Daughter. I do admit, I find Myself curious what else he will do once You set him loose upon the Material Realm."

Eilistraee looked over to see Szann being petted, Drizzt listening raptly to Mesrah. "As do I."

[#290] new royalty (Hazbin Hotel)

Feb. 9th, 2026 09:26 pm
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Theme Prompt: #290 - Princess
Title: new royalty
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 895
Summary: Human AU! Alastor has a plan to get under Vox's skin.

and leave you wanting more )
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    TITLE: When the clouds are in your shoes kerk-hiraeth.dreamwidth.org/22595.html

   PROMPT: Day Five – The Outlaw

   FANDOM: Firefly (post-movieverse)

   AUTHOR: [personal profile] kerk_hiraeth 

   RATING: PG-13

   LENGTH: 425

   CHARACTERS: Zoë Alleyne; River Tam; Jayne Cobb; OC (Saisyu Washburne)

   SUMMARY: Concluded that nothing I could say would summarise better than this allpoetry.com/Here-Is-A-Wound-That-Never-Will-Heal,-I-Know by Edna St. Vincent Millay

A/N: This was inspired by halfamoon's own Big Damn Admin [personal profile] cmk418's Day 5 Firefly fic halfamoon.dreamwidth.org/567034.html ; mind was too busy writing stories in my head, including this one.

 

 

Goddess be with you,

天下無不散之筵席 { There is no such thing as a feast that never ends } 

kerk

 

 


Question thread #148

Feb. 9th, 2026 08:59 pm
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It's time for another question thread!

The rules:

- You may ask any dev-related question you have in a comment. (It doesn't even need to be about Dreamwidth, although if it involves a language/library/framework/database Dreamwidth doesn't use, you will probably get answers pointing that out and suggesting a better place to ask.)
- You may also answer any question, using the guidelines given in To Answer, Or Not To Answer and in this comment thread.
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An Offer Fae Can't Refuse by Lou Wilham was a lot of fun! Sage is back from the dead and back in town. Mal now runs the Faceless Few fae mafia, but Sage is more interested in him than in his former seat at the Court of Families.

This is the first book of Fae of Eventide, set in the same world as Witches of Moondale and Hunters of Ironport (minor mentions so far, but I assume the crossovers will increase in time). If you want to follow the whole story (you don't need to, but you want to), Lou has provided the Reading Order in a practical format.

There is major m/nb, as well as f/f involving a trans woman.

Music Monday

Feb. 9th, 2026 08:10 am
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Been listening to this one a lot lately. 




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