A handful of years had passed -- not many years, but eventful ones, to be sure. Antony vanquished, Atia at bay, the beginnings of a beautiful career in politics well-cemented, Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus could sleep more soundly at night -- not very soundly, but more soundly ( Read more... )

Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it ( Read more... )

Despite the general coloration, lack of height, and large batlike ears, only the very densest sort of person would mistake Yoda for one of Hogwarts' many house elves. For one thing, he wore clothes, the brown and grey Jedi robes that he had favored for hundreds of years before his death. For another, house elves tended to not use the gimer stick ( Read more... )

[[Backdated to the early morning after this.]]

After so many years working for Dethklok, it takes a lot to stress Ofdensen out enough that he just needs a smoke ( Read more... )

Kameo didn't feel well. Something just...wasn't right. This place confused her. Magic was afoot, but it didn't resemble the magic back at the Enchanted Kingdom. And for some reason or another, she had to take a quiz.

( Said quiz. )

She was safe, she was warm, and the whole situation was very much like being asleep. And then with an abrupt pop!, Arya Stark was salty and buttery and very much wide awake ( Read more... )

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Octavian had decided to attempt a better understanding of Judeo-Christian theology, idiocy though he knew it to be. His conversation with Michael had convinced him he ought to know his enemy ( Read more... )

In the middle of the Hogwarts Sorting Room stood a young man in sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and a heavy, hooded sweatshirt. His name was Jesse Pinkman. Jesse's arms hung at his sides, fidgeting with his sweatshirt as he glanced around awkwardly ( Read more... )