Nvm So I Did Finish The Second Half Lmao

no one asked, but i wanna yap :)

her name is Eulalia “Bodach Bairn” Teufel, a teifling fighter, former pirate captain, and now lich.

at 11 she accidentally killed the captain of an infamous and ancient pirate crew, The Southern Kraken, by shoving him over a railing when he groped her mother, the barmaid. following pirate inheritance law, eulalia became the new captian.

for the next nine years she strove to prove herself as a good captain, paralyzed with fear that one of her crew members would kill her im her sleep as revenge for their former captain or ambition for her position.

until during a sea battle in the midst of a violent storm, The Callisto sunk. Like a the good captain she had been spending the better part of a decade fighting to be for honour and survival, Eulalia tied herself to the mast and went down with her ship.

But the universe would not accept her sacrifice, dishonouring her for life. Eulalia found herself washed up on the shores of a foreign country, and ashamed of her failures as a captain she resigned herself to a life of gambling and drinking.

Rory was the one to pull her out of her wallowing; a mediocre abjuration wizard in search of a fighter. for the next three years they worked together (along with the rest of their party) on quests, building trust and friendship. She told him about her survivors guilt and her ultimate goal of finding true honour.

While fighting a white drake, Eulalia and her party—save Rory—perished. Eulalia got her dream: a hero’s death. Rory, who’s main function in the party was support, had landed in his worst nightmare. His friends were dead, and he had survived. He spent hours searching for any cleric or druid to help save his friends, months searching for someone to resurrect them, and years working to afford a spell that could, but it was too late.

There was only one option: turn them all into Liches. For the next 20 years Rory worked, cracking the secrets to lich-dom, until finally, after losing many pieces of himself in the process, he brought his friends back to un-life.

Unfortunately, he was not a necromancer, nor even a particularly skilled wizard at all, so something went wrong. None of them remembered him upon waking, and everytime he tried to remind them or even say his own name they immediately forgot again.

Crushed that he couldn’t get his friends back, but comforted by the thought that at least they could continue to live their lives, he let them go, and resolutely slaughtered people every full moon to feed their phylactories.

Eulalia awoke, yet again failing to die with honour. The universe simply did not think she was worthy. Now, she found, she could not die at all, lich as she was. It didn’t take their party long to notice the missing villagers each full moon, and to realize that someone was killing innocent people to keep them alive. Not only was she not a hero, but she was also an abomination.

After months of living as a lich, Eulalia slowly started to properly mourn her concept of a good captain, realizing that maybe there was life after tragedy, swimming after the ship sinks.

Until her memories were returned. It wasn’t the universe that denied her honour, it was someone she considered her closest confidant. She wasn’t being given a pass by the gods, but rather stripped of being a hero by her friend. Someone who knew how much survivors guilt had haunted her.

my dnd oc <3 i could talk for hours about the campaign my dm home-brewed, but the theme is grief

creative writers know the frustration of writing the most robotic, professional essay ever only to be told there’s still “way to much style and voice”

I’m planning an au fic where Maysilee wins the 50th hunger games 🤭 it’ll centre around life as a mentor, up until the end of the 74th games

and she’s also a lesbian in it duh

James didn’t want to take the shots Sirius offered him. His brain was already working at a solid 0.5 synapses per minute and alcohol would blur his thoughts even further.

He wanted to think on this. Puzzle it over, pull it apart, follow all his options around and around like they were the tiny footsteps on the Marauder’s Map.

Forget his whole plan, ignoring Sirius, kissing a random girl. Being straight.

Something much more important had entered his field of vision and he was locked in like a homing missile.

Sirius was gay. Why didn’t it click? Was it the plethora of mystery women he’d bragged about bagging? Or was it James’ own commitment to wallowing, to hunting something he could never achieve. His own marriage to the game, his own boredom of winning.

Would this change his plans? It didn’t have to, logically. But something deep down in James’ gut told him that this needed to change everything. He needed it to change everything.

He was thinking for too long, no doubt boring holes into Sirius’ forehead with his scrutinizing eyes and furrowed brows, and that wasn’t a nice way to react to your best friend coming out to you.

So James decided to be a good boy and take his shots.

“We don’t have to go anywhere.” he said, wiping smears of rum from his lips. “If you like it here, then so do I.”

Turns out the scary part wasn’t admitting to himself he was gay, or even telling his long term girlfriend. It was being gay, existing undeniably in a gay space, with his gay best friend that he was in love with standing in front of him, watery eyeliner framing his perfect eyes, biting his lip, buff arms hanging languidly from the liquor at his sides.

Sirius was simultaneously the most beautiful and horrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And it was time to be a Gryffindoor.

James grabbed one of Sirius’ arms and swiveled them towards the dance floor, the disky-ball Sirius had mentioned sending stars twirling over everything.

He took a deep breath, letting the liquor cloud his whirling mind, letting it take the wheel. “Teach me,” he said. “How a bloke dances in a gay club.”

Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.

He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.

He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.

And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.

One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.

He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.

He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.

But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.

Sirius was a womanizer.

He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.

Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.

Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.

But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.

And he was fucked.

jegulus/fanon wolfstar shippers when someone critiques their ship: um you must be allergic to fun huh. canon doesn't exist why should i care that it's not realistic. they don't even have real personalities anyway, i can say what i want. let people live it's just a ship it's not that serious! you don't belong in the fandom if you don't ship them tho, it's basically law lol. you sound homophobic rn hating on a gay ship. just go back to hp since you love jkr so much!!

these same shippers when they see prongsfoot: oh! you shouldn't be allowed to ship them actually. so...you like incest? idk guys this is taking it a bit too far.. ok but in canon they're just really close friends so idk where you got this from. i thought we all agreed on wolfstar?? this is cute but replace sirius with his brother, james clearly isn't wearing his glasses lol. this is hurting my eyes and it's low-key disgusting why would you like this??? um alright but ur joking right?? you can't actually ship this..

you hear someone screaming “and he was tall! he also didn’t give a fuck about his hair or appearance” as they drag a third roommate into your padded cell

"BUFF SIRIUS" i scream as they drag me into the white room "HE WAS BUFF AND LEAN AND HE HAD MUSCLES" i keep screaming while they strap me to a chair "HE'S NOT A TWINK" they silence me and put me in a strait jacket

the first house

this is my niche ong pls

the urge to write a yellowjackets x marauders au is soooooo strong right now

u are like papa

james gay awakening: 6 yrs old, his best friend peter

james first crush: 12 yrs old, his quidditch captain frank

james first relationship: 16 yrs old, his classmate lily

james soulmate: 19 yrs old, his roommate sirius

peters gay awakening: 11 yrs, his friend sirius black

peters first crush: 13 yrs, his best friend james potter

peters first relationship: 18 yrs, his classmate sybil

James Potter was in love with Peter Pettigrew at least once in his life idc