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14dayswithyou · 3 months

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[30 May 2022] unfortunately for me i am obsessed with ren and i keep checking this CC for new content like my life depends on it 💀 do you have a spare hc (nsfw or sfw) about the lil guy himself, i wish to know more about the he

"unfortunately for me" JKASFJAKSFASJLASG PLEASE 💀💀💀 I’ll try to be more consistent with posting more CC content then!! (But you can also find more Ren crumbs on my Twitter and/or Tumblr -- both are @14DaysWithYou -- the people there are so talented T_T <3)

SFW: - He hates the smell of fire/smoke and actively tries to avoid it whenever possible. It's also another reason why he never wants to try smoking - The very first time he rented out one of your recommended books, Ren spent the entire night overanalysing it and ended up with a 39 page essay and eyebags the next morning - This is more of an easter egg, but the clips in his hair resemble the roman numerals for 14 (Days With You) - The necklace he wears is actually a ring he tried to give to his crush, but found it abandoned at the playground 👀

NSFW: - He's too embarrassed to ask, but Ren often fantasizes about having you sit in his lap and cockwarm him while he's hacking away on his laptop - He has an unhealthy amount of lewd photos of you on his phone (and his wall), as well as a dakimakura that resembles you - Don't ask why some of the shelves in the secluded parts of the library are sticky :/

#The people there DO be talented on twitter and tumblr <3 I love each n every one of y'all ;v; /gen /p #Thank you for the amazing creations you make!! Even after all this time; I still save them all into a shared folder on my phone/laptop ;w;#Also da birth of a lot of 14DWY crackpot theories started with this post lol #🧡 — curious cat archive.#💖 — about ren.#💖 — 14 days with queue.#💜 — blog canon.#🔞 — woohoo zone.

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catadromously · 1 year

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I needed to do some proper art for Le Guin's The Left Hand of Darkness, which has shaken me so so deeply.

#corey art #the left hand of darkness #thinking about how the planet's name probably translates to Dark....#gethen is the world and getheny is one of the only literally translated words we get. it means new moon or lit. 'darkness'#i don't believe the dark in gethen means winter because they don't have axial tilt seasons - so no longer nights! i think it's a #soil/burial/birth metaphor. creation unfinished and all that yaknow

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braisedhoney · 11 months

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haha hey do you think his failure haunted him enough to replace his ghost

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #dp #dp fanart #vlad masters #hey. hey. do you ever think about how danny is the culmination of jack and maddie’s achievements in life #about how he’s a mixture of their attributes—not particularly skewing toward one or the other in color scheme or design #how their research (and accidental negligence lol) leads to his creation two times (birth and semi-death)#do you ever think about how danny is the final piece of their legacy. the only part either of them can hang on to #and he gets him killed.#HAHA anyway wooo! tried rendering a piece in this style for once! :D #ney’s art #its fiiiine its fiiiiiine this timeline doesn't exist anymore #... maybe

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astronomodome · 4 months

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Congrats to martyn for giving birth to the concept of content creation live on stream,

#sorry logging on to twitch and seeing itlw CONTENT CREATION BIRTH… sent me #inthelittlewood #astro speaks #sillyposting

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ace-cf-cups · 1 month

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" No, no, you don't have to fly back, really. (Listens) What do you mean this might be your only chance? (Listens) Would you stop? I'm only 26, I'm not even thinking about babies yet. "

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front-facing-pokemon · 8 months

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#heatran #fire/steel. what a type. completely fuckin forgot that this guy is gen 4 #just because. honestly i don't even know what they do. they're a legendary‚ right? not one i ever think about. are they part of the like #sinnoh creation story oooorrrr………#“Stories tell of this Pokémon being birthed from the boiling magma within Mount Coronet. Its molten-steel body holds many mysteries.”#ok. and #it seriously just didn't do shit. to be considered a legendary. it just is Kinda mysterious and Might have been born in a volcano #according to Some Stories #“Heatran is the only Legendary Pokémon to not be related to another Legendary or Mythical Pokémon …”#I MEAN. fucking shoutouts i guess. just a fuckin dude out here doing nothing. go girl give us nothing

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nemainofthewater · 2 months

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Best character surnamed: Yin

Come and vote for the best characters with the same surname!*

What does best mean? It's up to you! Whether you love them, are intrigued by their characters, love to hate them, or they're your '2 second blorbos whose personality you made up wholesale', these are all reasons for you to vote for your favs!

*note, the surnames are not exactly the same in all the cases, as often there will be a different character. I am, however, grouping them all together otherwise things got more complicated.

Propaganda is very welcome! If I’ve forgotten anyone, let me know in the notes.

This is part of a larger series of ‘best character with X surname’ polls’. The overview with ongoing polls, winners, and future polls can be found here

#poll #legend of fei #new life begins #devil venerable also wants to know #dmbj #creation of the gods #the long season #Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre #blood of youth #birth of the drama king #heaven official's blessing #fantasy farm

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catgirlweed · 21 days

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part 1 of my outertale redesign. theyre all aliens now.

#the caption is a lie the dreemurrs are living stars and gods birthed from the pillars of creations.#sans and papyrus r cherubs bc i think its funny #i have an insane amount of lore thought up for this i gotta write it all down at some point lol #undertale #undertale au #outertale #undertale redesigns #ut au #toriel dreemurr #asgore dreemurr #asriel dreemurr #chara dreemurr #sans the skeleton #papyrus #outertale au #undertale fanart #m'art!

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the-starlight-goddess · 8 months

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Assigned Monster at Birth • AMonAB • Assigned Monster at Creation ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A xeno agab for those who were assigned monster at birth/ creation.

Assigned Chaos at Birth • AChaAB • Assigned Chaos at Creation ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A xeno agab for those who were assigned chaos at birth/ creation.

#i have mastered the art of tearing convention apart ✨#mogai #liom #mogai coining #liom coining #liom label #mogai label #liom orientation #mogai orientation #neo agab #xeno agab #assigned monster at birth #amonab #assigned monster at creation #assigned chaos at birth #achaab #assigned chaos at creation

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wayti-blog · 5 months

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Personality is everything in art and poetry. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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leupagus · 1 month

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Say what you will about Martin's writing style (and I've said plenty) but I do think he's got the White Walkers' mythos worked out for a future book and IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO NICE IF THE SHOWRUNNERS HAD DONE 1/100TH OF THAT WORK SETTING THEM UP

Gus: I am mad all over again that there was absolutely zero explanation given as to why/how the Night King operates or how his powers work or why he chose now to attack or ANYTHING ELSE

Gus: on the plus side it means I get to make up a whole subplot that, not to brag, I'm comfortable saying is at least as good as anything D&D could've made up IF THEY HAD EVER EVEN BOTHERED

Gus: but like - okay so craster's infant sons get sacrificed to the Night King, who them magics them into White Walkers as babies

Mardia: Yep yep

Gus: so does that mean there's a white walker nursery

Mardia: Omg

Gus: do they have to change diapers

Mardia: LOOOOOOOL

Gus: is there a white walker daycare center

Gus: how does the night king TEACH his lil adopted monster babies

Gus: is there like storytime around the - well not fire

Gus: does the Night King remember what it was like to sit around a fire?

Gus: does he miss being a human and all his rage at the spell the Children of the Forest put on him to kill the First Men has curdled his brain?

Gus: what was he DOING for like 8 millennia, just hanging out?

Gus: did he get really good at ice fishing?

Gus: DO THEY EAT?

Gus: where the fuck do they get their snazzy outfits from

Gus: are there white walker tailors

Gus: what's the currency situation

Mardia: Lololololololol

Gus: I'M JUST SAYING

#game of thrones #game of thrones motherfuckers #is there a white walker barber? some of those dudes have cute lil' bobs that takes maintenance #how did they learn to ride horses if they were turned at birth #again is there some sort of montessori school for white walkers #also why does the Children of the Forests' (Children's? of the Forest?) spell work on ALL life?#like wouldn't you have gone to pretty great lengths to control scope creep on this zombie spell #there's literally a one-sentence explanation of 'we needed to defend ourselves from men' ok but the Night King kills BEARS #not to mention a pretty big dragon #IDK maybe it just the *general stuff* right now but I always disliked the Night King as an enemy #because it combines two pretty shitty tropes: 1) the remorseless implacable evil who can never be reasoned/empathized with #and 2) the evil that the persecuted minority sekretly devised themselves to disastrous ends #plus the show isn't smart enough to pick a lane #the night king could be just a force of nature like a tsunami #OR he could be an angry vengeful creature twisted by his own creation - an actual CHARACTER #instead he's just an ice nazi from some terrible video game of the early oughts who smirks as he kills people #anyway dm me for the 2k backstory on the creation of the Night King and his White Walkers #winky face

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fuckyeah-bears · 8 months

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i genuinely genuinely love when someone sends me an ask on bearotonin telling me about katmai fat bear week

#like 'hey did you know there's this thing called fat bear week?!?!'#or 'hey just wanted to let you know the dates for fat bear week'#it's genuinely so cute and hilarious #like i wanna act all surprised like when a small child tells you a basic fact and you pretend it's the most amazing brilliant thing ever #and i had no idea wow that's so amazing so cool you're so smart amazing!#it just makes me laugh so much #in a very good way #lol #it's just endearing #like yes #yes honey #i am aware of fat bear week #bearotonin international's origin story is fat bear week #i mean #it's a little longer than just fat bear week #but fat bear week played an intrinsic part in its birth and creation #anyways. people are cute #posts about bearotonin #that should be a tag lol

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queenlucythevaliant · 1 year

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Once, Always

(Edmund has an abundance of birthdays)

“I say,” murmured Edmund sleepily as the fire burned low. “When do you suppose it is here? I mean—what time of year? Do you think it’s the beginning of September, the same as it was in England?”

“Summer,” said Lucy. “Certainly summer.”

Peter agreed. “I think it must be Highgrass, if I had to guess. Perhaps later. Greenroof?”

“If it’s Greenroof, then Edmund gets another birthday,” Lucy sighed. “Eleven or twelve, Ed?”

“Neither,” put in Susan. “A thousand, if you’re going to rationalize it that way. Now everyone hush, please, and get some sleep.”

Edmund’s birthday was the fifteenth day of Greenroof by the Narnian reckoning. Greenroof, late summer, when all the leaves were dark and broad. Narnian summers were long, but Greenroof was the last and best of the summer months. Greenroof was hunts through the dense foliage, blackberries heavy with juice, lazy afternoons, bonfires, wild romps, and the pleasant kind of sweat. Edmund’s birthday celebrations were always held on Dancing Lawn in the old days: the sort of long, laughter-bright nights that summer was made for.

The second time Edmund celebrated his eleventh birthday, it was just past three months since he and his siblings had returned home from the country. Their house was glass-strewn and battered, but still standing when they arrived home. By August it was beginning to feel really safe again, but sometimes Edmund still woke in the night to find his mother standing silent in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her two sons returned to her.

The professor sent one of Ivy’s famous spice cakes for Edmund’s birthday. It arrived tied in red string, which made Lucy reminisce fondly about dear Mr. Tumnus. Edmund’s siblings pooled their allowances to buy him the new Nero Wolfe detective novel, and his mother gave him a new cap and an electric torch.

“How do you feel?” his mother asked over dinner.

“I don’t feel any older, if that’s what you mean,” he said. “Eleven feels just the same as ten did yesterday.”

All four of them missed their birthdays the first year in Narnia. Too much else was going on at the time, and none of them was quite sure when their birthdays were supposed to be besides. The measurement of time was a thoroughly tangled issue.

The Narnian year had four hundred days even, divided into fourteen months of inconsistent lengths. Furthermore, the kingdom had only known winter for the last hundred years. The Narnians themselves were still remembering how the calendar worked in a world where the seasons changed. They didn’t have the words yet to explain it to their sovereigns.

“Eustace,” said Edmund, “your journal is wrong.”

“Give me that,” Eustace scowled at once. “I know it’s wrong, but there’s no need to rub my face in it. Aren’t I trying to make up for how I was?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. The month is wrong. You’ve got September written here, but time works differently in Narnia than it does in the Other Place. Haven’t you noticed that it’s summer, not autumn?”

“Oh.” Eustace shrugged. “I followed Occam’s Razor and assumed that the climate here was different rather than time itself.”

“Occam’s what?” This was Lucy.

“Occam’s Razor: the simplest solution to a problem is the most likely—never mind. Well, go on, what month is it?”

“Highgrass,” said Lucy.

“July,” said Edmund at the same moment. “More or less.”

They worked it all out one afternoon as the second spring of their reign was ending. Peter and Susan wrote out the English calendar on one stack of parchment while Edmund and Lucy sat down with the Narnian calendar and penciled in seasonal markers as best they could manage.

“The first crocuses came up right at the end of Cleardome, yes?”

“Yes, I think so. And the snowdrops were in their full glory that month too.”

“How do you want to deal with leap year?”

“Just forget about it. Narnia doesn’t have anything similar, so I think twenty-eight days for February is fine for our purposes.”

“Magnolia in Laceveil, yes?”

“Laceveil is a good marker in general. We ought to set that as May and go from there.”

Birthdays were guesses, no matter how much counting they did. Yet as memories of England receded and Narnia’s world blossomed into everything they knew, those guesses solidified into fact. Edmund turned eleven for the first time on the fifteenth day of Greenroof. He was the first of his siblings to celebrate a proper birthday in Narnia.

The fourth time Edmund turned twelve, he received another electric torch to replace the one he’d lost. He laughed for half a minute, holding that gift in his hand.

“Really, you should have expected it,” said Susan primly.

"I did."

Their mother tsked and added something about keeping track of one’s belongings, but that was alright. His siblings understood.

Edmund flicked on the light and watched the beam land on the far wall across the living room. Bright at the edges and dark towards the center where the bulb was. He moved his wrist sideways and watched the spot of light follow.

Edmund might have forgotten about his birthday aboard the Dawn Treader if Lucy hadn’t remembered. She conspired with the cook to have a spread of Edmund’s favorite foods at supper (such as could be managed at sea) and coerced Rynelf into playing jigs on his fiddle afterwards. While they were dancing, Caspian called for a cask of his best wine, and soon the ship’s whole company was making merry like only Narnians could.

“Didn’t you have a twelfth birthday the last time you were in Narnia?” Caspian asked curiously as the party was dying down.

“Yes,” Edmund replied, “and the time before that too. Confused yet?”

“Ed has all the luck,” Lucy pouted playfully. “We always seem to return to Narnia in the summer, so he gets all the extra birthdays.”

Caspian's face lit up. “How extraordinary! When’s yours then?”

“Cleardome. There’s a year and a half between Ed and me, and he never lets me forget it.”

“It’s really not as exciting as all that,” Edmund added. “We’re not living our lives backwards, or unstuck in time, or any such nonsense. It’s more like—our lives are folded in on themselves, you see? But never the same way twice.”

“I think it’s more like music than anything else,” Lucy said, a kind of fond wistfulness in her voice.

“Yes,” said Edmund. “I know what you mean.”

On the thirteenth of Greenroof, the Telmarines laid down their arms and surrendered to Old Narnia. The next day, messengers were sent forth across the land with news of the surrender and with terms for the Telmarines. Caspian’s coronation followed, and then Edmund woke and it was his birthday again.

Breakfast that morning was long and languid, for Peter and Susan knew that they must say farewell to Narnia, even if the younger ones did not. They lingered round the table with Caspian and Trumpkin and the rest, and presently Peter offered a toast.

“To my brother King Edmund, who is eleven and twelve and sixty-three and thirteen hundred years old today.”

Everyone raised their cups and repeated, “King Edmund.” Caspian nodded and added, “Long live the king,” with an almost ironic tilt to his head.

Naturally, Edmund nodded back. “And to you, King Caspian. Long may you reign.”

Another round of assent followed, and then Lucy cleared her throat. “But also,” she said, “To late summer and the rebirth of Our Narnia. And to the land, the sea, the hills, the trees, the sky, Cair Paravel-by-the-sea and Dancing Lawn and all the flowers that are still in bloom. And to the color green. To all of us here today, and to those who are gone. And to Aslan.”

“Here, here.”

There were tears in Susan’s eyes now. “Happy birthday,” she whispered, and squeezed Edmund’s hand tight. Edmund looked down at his plate, fiercely overcome with love for this place and these people. In a strict, chronological sense, it had been less than a month since his last birthday, but how did the saying go? Time was just a tangled string, or falling snow, or whatever else Aslan told it to be.

“Bother,” said Edmund, “I’ve left my new torch in Narnia.”

Everyone chuckled at this, but Susan said, “Wait a year. We’ll get you a new one for your next birthday.”

#Edmund has a late August birthday #which means that Lucy's must be early in the year if 'really there was only a year between them' holds #AND we still choose to go with the birth years from Jack's timeline #and idk i just really love the idea of the Pevensies repeating their birthdays and just kinda reflecting on it #not in an angsty 'adults in kids bodies' way (ugh)#but just in a sort of 'huh. what a neat opportunity to think about #who i am and who i've been and who i'm becoming' kind of way #that pulls out the growing up themes from the series and examines them #idk i hope that's what i've done here #this is a veeeeerrrrry loose re-write of a really old middle school piece about Lucy having multiple eleventh birthdays #it just makes more sense if it's Edmund given the setup with Prince Caspian #anyway #narnia #the traitor who mended #leah stories #pontifications and creations #working on crossposting to ao3 (hopefully w/i the hour)

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