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beebeewoop · 4 months

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SLOPPIN IT UP TAKE 2 BECAUSE YEAH 💥

I drew mine and my friends' ocs as Evil Hall again because they're my new favorite blorbos now and I'm posting it because I wanna 💪 if you haven't read Tally Hall vs. Evil Hall (created by @salad-006) I really think you should because it's great and the guys are kinda super silly

Anyways I'm going bonkers

Spoilers for like the lastest chapter methinks proceed with caution

Starting off with the least glonked up fellas we got

Moore (belongs to @arthurisveryrandom) as Evil Zubin

Bro just look at him... He's so sad... Covered in paint... He looks traumatized... Moore is a wet cat confirmed Arthur told me so himself /JJJJJJJJJJJ

B (belongs to @shim0nk) as Evil Andrew

Bro's swaggin it up in here look at him all chill like that... Even tho he got burnt to a crisp... But it's ok because he's a robot he can't feel pain and his melted latex skin peeled right off he's ok guys don't worry. Burmnt chimnken nunghet... Also get this man on a billboard because whatever he's selling I wanna buy it I mean just look at him wouldn't you also want to buy what he's selling he seems trustworthy ykw I think I'll give him my credit card info and social security number /JJJJJJJJ (PSA: DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR CREDIT CARD INFO AND SSN ON THE INTERNET 👍)

Pardon my goofy ahh rambles... It gets worse from here

Below the cut are the slightly more glonked up fellas...

//bonked up robots or something exposed wires n shii

//blood but it's green evil robot ooze and poorly drawn

//technically decapitation BUT IT'S FUNNY TRUST ME 💪🥺

Lucius (belongs to @rose-is-fucking-cold) as Evil Rob

Ambrose keeps calling him cunty and I can't disagree... I think everyone should draw Lucius in high heels like right now. Also I'd be mad too if I got my head chopped off like bro now I gotta carry my head around or tape it on... Smh my head. But at least he has high heels those are pretty nice I mean just look at him... Slaying... Here king you dropped this 👑 but good luck keeping it on since you can't even keep your head on Lbozo skill issue (I am so sorry /gen) (I am sleep deprived) (I am mad at Tumblr still) (Tumblr hates me) (I am taking my anger out on Lucius 🙁 /hj)

Fartlord (belongs to @stromboli-muncher) as Evil Joe

It's everyone's favorite ! The man the fart the guy himself ! Eyeless. Well missing one eye because the birds took it. He got attacked by birds this is so tragic can we get an F in the chat guys one like = eye patch for him 👍

And last but not least...

Rosebush (MY guy 😋) as Evil Ross

Bro's mad... Fuckimg chrunchy... Listen I'd be pissed too if I fell down an upstairs escalator and came out looking like this... Like zoinks Scoob ☹️ (Well actually he got PUSHED... 😳) Pro tip: don't fall down upstairs escalators even if you're a dream demon robot you're not invincible to escalators those things are terrifying LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN FINAL DESTINATION????? Yeah never again... Escalators are also a no go. Just use the stairs... EVERYDAY is leg day 🦵🦵

And that's enough of that... El oh el ecks dee ✌️

#my art #me rambling #technically #tally hall #evil hall #tally hall vs evil hall #moore balls evans #b #lucius azrael morningstar #fartlord harvey romano #rosebush #if there is a typo anywhere no there isn't /J #there probably is #yeet #me when I color with color pencils...#I'm simply superior like that 💪 /JJJJJJJJJJJ #still unable to format it how I want but it's whatever I guess #I'm losing this battle 😤

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humanmorph · 4 months

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it's yuri to me

#hold on did i post this before? whatever. look at them again #cats #rosa rambles #ive seen them in similar situations since (the last time was a few weeks ago) but this with the rosebush between is still my favourite.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Tell me more about the yan museum

It's a series I started a little bit ago loosely based on the game Ib where you're a nightguard at a gallery who's owner collected haunted pieces from around the world. The higher the floor the more dangerous they are.

The cast so far consists of :

Ground Floor

Rosebud: A laidback monster that lives inside a flower statue and the rosebush below, and loves to talk your ear off. Their roses are a bit nippy though

Scavenger: A painting that steals things people have forgotten and your belongings

Julian - a guard who enjoys breaking the repairable pieces (for some as long as the painting itself is in tack they're fine)

Anri - a fellow, friendlier guard who enjoys following you and plans to someday follow you straight out the doors

Floor Two:

The Lady in Red: A hostile entity who was formerly known as The Lady in White. I'm sure you can piece things together. She's prone to rambling, but every now and then calls you her Spouse

An unnamed statue of an angel that has no face after kids spray painted it

Floor Three:

The Painter: The one who restores damaged paintings. Can't wait for you to join the gallery forever so they can create masterpieces from your image for the rest of time.

Top Floor:

The director

#Night gallery tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere insert #male yandere #female yandere #yandere teratophilia

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wolfgeralt · 1 year

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The White Rose

Pairing: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Geralt notices an unfamiliar flower growing in Corvo Bianco's greenhouse.

Word count: 1,389 Rating: T Notes: Another short fic inspired by @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingommer-bingo and @continentcakeshopntcakeshop's Valentine's Rarepair Bingo Fulfilling the prompts: "Reminds me of you" and "Touching their lips/mouth because they’re so soft".

Enormous thanks to @antimonyschnuckk and @witch-and-her-witcher for the wonderful job beta reading these works!

Link to AO3 in the title, or continued below.

The greenhouse stood elevated high in the grounds of Corvo Bianco, a perfect suntrap where herbs and flowers which drank in the sun greedily could thrive. The occasional fat, meandering bumblebee or the flamboyant flickering of vibrant butterfly wings graced each flower head often. As the wind coursed down through the Sansretour Valley and rose to Corvo Bianco as a gentle breeze, it alleviated the worst of the sticky heat and caused the greenery to rustle where it grew up in thick bunches, tickling at the ostentatious flower heads.

Fortunately, the lime cement repair had been completed during the renovations earlier in the year, the brickwork perfectly stable once more thanks to Barnabas-Basil, and supporting itself as the plants grew taller, stronger. Which was especially lucky as much of one wall had something rambling and crawling its way upward. The plant was leafy and green overall, thorn-prickled, but topped with heavily scented, white flower heads.

Geralt reached out for one of the mysterious flowers, turned its white petals towards him, nose wrinkling as he sniffed at the air to inspect it. He was unfamiliar with it, but he had his suspicions by its natural perfume and barbs alone.

“It’s a rose, love,” drawled Emhyr, confirming Geralt’s unspoken thoughts and smoothing the frown from his brow.

The former emperor had appeared framed underneath one of the brick arches, lazily gliding through in a lightweight black robe with fine, golden embroidery. The garment had slipped open wider across Emhyr’s bare chest, plunging generously deep and wide, while it was tied tightly at his waist. The whole effect was enough to pull Geralt’s attention entirely away from the garden, his mind turning towards better plans for his afternoon.

“Well, hello there,” Geralt purred, grinning as he reached for Emhyr’s hips. They greeted one another with a short kiss, kept brief by Emhyr, even as Geralt tried to chase more. Emhyr brushed him off, despite each hand being full with a green-tinted glass, filled with a generous portion of their own Sepremento.

“Here.” Emhyr pressed one glass into Geralt’s hand and drank a mouthful of his own as he stepped out of his husband’s grasp and strolled towards the next rosebush climbing the brickwork.

Geralt lamented a lost opportunity but was painfully aware how Emhyr enjoyed working him up throughout the day in small increments until he was near desperate for his partner. Truthfully, Emhyr required very little effort to stir him. Geralt took a deep swig of wine and followed Emhyr back to the roses.

“Strangest rose I’ve ever seen.” Geralt frowned, dropping his head to watch as Emhyr cupped one, leant in close to breathe in its heady scent. It was muskier to Geralt’s nose, something darker about it, but it was rose-adjacent.

“These roses grow exclusively in Toussaint where the soil is fertile enough. That is usually where vineyards have already been established.” Emhyr made a loose gesture towards the landscape beyond. “The groundwater in this spot must be adequate.” He then waved towards the stream which cut through the estate, beyond view but its trickling and sloshing audible to them both.

“They have a preference for a combination of sun and shade,” Emhyr explained as he pressed a palm to the brickwork, which faced away from the sun at its height, assessing his calculations were correct. Geralt watched Emhyr’s actions with a small smile, sensing his husband’s broad gestures were influenced by him having had a glass of wine already.

“They are exceptionally rare and sought after. The Duchess herself desired them at her wedding, but not a single bloom could be found that year. She was furious.” His mouth twitched up at the corner in a harmlessly wicked way which Geralt found most attractive on him.

Geralt hummed, interested but increasingly less so in the roses. He took a swig of their wine, curling his tongue around the taste of tart, spiced fruit, all the while wishing he was tasting it on Emhyr’s tongue instead.

Despite his mind moving from the garden, Geralt watched as Emhyr’s long fingers slipped behind the head of one rose to cup it oh so delicately. He held the rose there a long moment, admiring it silently, while Geralt gazed at the gentleness on the former emperor’s face in wonder. He realised how much younger and peaceful Emhyr looked for having moved to Toussaint, how open and vulnerable he looked in his slightly creased silk gown, with that hint of a smile on his lips, and the slow sigh of satisfaction he found in a rose.

Geralt swallowed and took a few steps closer, sliding a hand across the small of Emhyr’s back, wanting to be in contact with him as if to prove the moment was real.

How he had grown to love Emhyr so completely was dizzying.

“I thought you would know your roses. Your knowledge on flora is impeccable- or so I thought.” Emhyr turned and pushed his wineglass into Geralt’s hand.

With that, Emhyr crouched down, with a flash of a bare thigh to stir Geralt’s indecent thoughts again. Unfortunately for Geralt, Emhyr was merely retrieving the short knife tucked into the witcher’s boot. Emhyr spun as he stood up and clipped one rose from the bush with a swift flick of the knife.

“This particular rose,” he spun the stem between his fingers, showing the beautiful, delicate petals off to him. “Reminds me of you, actually.”

Geralt stared at his husband, dumbfounded, but a smile spread across his face.

“Snow white, heart of gold, beautiful, surprisingly sensitive… and a pleasantly musky scent I rather enjoy on myself.” Emhyr drew Geralt’s attention back down to the rose, spinning it on its stem between nimble fingertips.

A simple structure of fewer, wider petals, unlike the frilly roses Geralt was accustomed to seeing surrounded a warm yellow sun at its heart. It looked fragile and too pretty to be compared to a witcher, and Geralt felt flustered at the comparison. He gulped at his wine, feeling hot under Emhyr’s intense, amber gaze.

“Not sure about the heart of gold. Or ‘beautiful’.” Geralt made a face.

“Nonsense. I won’t have you bad mouth my husband,” Emhyr scolded him playfully, taking the rose and drawing the silky petals featherlight across Geralt’s lips agonisingly gently, making them tingle pleasantly. “You are so… very… beautiful.”

Emhyr dragged the rose downward to slip from Geralt’s lips. With a lopsided, tipsy sort of smile, Emhyr tucked the flower into Geralt’s hair just above his ear. Content with the result, Emhyr skimmed his fingertips and thumb fleetingly over Geralt’s already sensitive lips, leaving him aching for another kiss, which he leant closer in hope of.

“Emhyr,” he rumbled, but met the barest resistance of Emhyr holding his face in one hand, catching his attention right before Geralt tipped the glasses and almost spilt their wine on the ground. His near bumble made Emhyr grin in success for but a moment.

“I’m going to read my book on the porch and have another glass of wine. Come find me once you’ve finished gardening,” Emhyr instructed as he took back his glass, replacing it with the borrowed knife from Geralt’s boot. “And cut me a few roses for that antique vase we bought from Borsodi, will you, dear?”

“You could read later,” Geralt suggested in vain, while shoving the knife back into its sheath in his boot.

“I would prefer to finish reading, then focus my undivided attention on you.”

A hand placed to Geralt’s chest, Emhyr leant close so they could share a languid, smouldering kiss, broken when Emhyr had the indecency to smirk as he pulled away. Geralt kept one arm curled around Emhyr for a moment, hand gliding over silk to feel every perfect groove of his lover’s strong figure.

“White rose petals won’t stain the bedsheets like red roses do.” Emhyr patted Geralt on the chest and then breezed past him, calling out as he went: “Just a thought.”

Which meant Emhyr was expecting rose petals, candlelight, and seduction.

Geralt was more than up for the task. He watched Emhyr gliding back towards the house longingly until he was out of sight. Throwing back the remaining wine in his glass to fuel him on, Geralt rolled up his sleeves and set about picking roses.

#emralt #emhyralt #geralt x emhyr #emhyr x geralt #the witcher fanfiction #mine

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rhodeybugg · 6 months

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BEFORE THE DAWN; CHAPTER 6:

System Insecurity

Running System Diagnosis...

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Model No. 0001

Series XI GUARD...

... Scanning Systems...

SERIAL DESIGNATION J

Status: ONLINE

Core Temp: Normal

Battery Percentage: 98%. Should last until 9:30 PM.

...

All Systems Functional.

Would you like to send these results to your assigned JCJ Technician?

Y/N

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

They stayed close, much to J's dismay.

It became the norm to see Zara trailing after Tessa, listening to the girl's rambles and awkwardly standing with her hands in her dress pockets whenever J and the other drones of Tessa's inner circle were near.

Zara wasn't afraid of them, and they knew this. It was a gesture of respect, at least, that's what J assumed it was.

Good. She knew her place.

Despite all of her system checks (Which she'd been running more frequently due to the system stress warnings that flared up on her visor from time to time), she could never figure out what was wrong with herself. These itches only appeared once Zara came into the picture, and seeing her beside Tessa made her...upset. And she couldn't for the life of her understand why. She found herself physically wedged between them without thinking, scooting herself to Tessa's side slowly whenever she and Zara would sit on her bed and read or go over old books that Zara had deemed interesting enough to rescue from their dusty grave in the basement. Zara never seemed to mind, and though it got her disapproving glares from V, she kept doing it, willingly, this time.

Maybe it was because she didn't understand romantic love. She'd never had anyone to love like that- and why would she want to? It wasn't a need for herself, not like V and N, or Cyn and that little pipsqueak butler drone that had started courting her but was too scared to even ask to hold her hand- (Was Cyn even aware that he liked her? Sure, Cyn was smart, but she had a hard time picking up tones and indicators.) Her only purpose was to serve Tessa. To protect her, to keep her company, to ensure that nothing ever happened to her. Why in any of the gods' names would she ever need a partner on top of it?

That was her duty, and she was proud of it. Her job was to keep Tessa safe, to make sure nothing ever harmed her, physically or emotionally, when she could help it. Tessa's parents were the only people she couldn't protect her from, she wouldn't dare even consider biting back at Master Elliot or telling off the Mistress. Everyone else, however, stayed at arm's length.

It only made her more upset to find out that V and N had been placing playful bets.

"She's in love." N smiled to himself, watching from the window as Tessa gently guided Zara through the garden outside, holding onto the smaller human's hand and showing her the gorgeous rosebushes and ivory walls of the manor.

The windows were leaking on the west side of the manor again, and somehow, J had gotten roped into supervising N, V, and Cyn as they worked to repair the interior window seals above the main staircase.

"She doesn't love Zara, they're just friends." J crossed her arms.

"She is." N glanced over to V, who had been excitedly nodding. "You can see it in her eyes, she's head-over-heels for Zara."

J glared at the ground. "...Well she can't…they can't- she's supposed to marry someone else. Her parents would never allow it."

N and V shot a confused glance toward J.

"...You want her to marry Salvadore? J, she's only fifteen! If she can convince her parents to stop trying to set her up with him, she can be with Zara! It'd be a lot better and-"

J cut V off with a snarl. "It won't. Happen. Either way, we won't be around to see it."

N took a step back, cautiously grabbing Cyn by the shoulder and taking her a few paces back with him as he felt the tension rise. V had dropped the tools she'd been holding for N and was now facing J, fixing her posture to be a bit more confrontational.

"What do you mean?" V cocked her head to the side. "She'll take us with her, either way, and-"

"Don’t any of you get it?!” J clenched her hands into fists.

She'd heard it so many times, even more so in the form of tearful laments from Tessa after overhearing her parents talking late one evening. Her drones, her beloved companions, would no longer be hers the day she turned eighteen and was married off. And she knew what that meant. Tessa knew it too, but she didn't dare tell any of the others.

“Either way, we’re getting replaced! If Tessa marries Salvadore, we get replaced, if Zara stays around, we get replaced. Zara’s trying to take our place and-”

She didn’t realize she had been angrily stamping her foot against the carpet until she noticed Cyn’s fearful stare.

“J, stop it.” V hissed. “Nobody is getting replaced.”

“You don’t know that.”

V daringly inched closer to her.

“You’ve been abandoned before.” J continued, standing her ground as V curled her synthetic lips back to snarl, “You should know better than me.”

V got right in J’s face, causing N and Cyn to take yet another cautionary step back.

“J, you’re acting ridiculous. You, out of all of us, know that Tessa would never abandon us.” V grabbed J by the shirt collar, and despite the height difference, she stood her ground just as well as J. She put a single digit around the necklace that sat tucked into J’s dress and pulled.

“You’ve always been the favorite. If anyone is getting replaced, it sure as hell won’t be you”

“Okay- let's- let's calm down!” N quietly spoke up, taking a step forward, trying to stop the altercation from escalating further. "Nobody is getting replaced or abandoned anytime soon, we still have time to figure this out!"

Neither of the girls paid any attention to him.

“Maybe you should be replaced” J tensed up at V’s words. "It'd put you in place with the rest of us."

"Shut. Up." J reached out, her hand resting forcefully against V's face, which only made her seemingly more determined to piss J off.

"Take it back." J's words were laced with venom, trembling with rage.

"Make me." V stuck her tongue out.

N opened his mouth to speak again, getting cut off by J's sudden movement, flinging herself at V and pinning the (Much smaller) drone down, attempting to claw at her visor. Despite the size difference, V put up a fair fight.

Her glasses were shattered by the time she managed to shove J off of her, and she'd managed to steady herself against the railing of the staircase they'd been working next to.

"You'll be the first to get replaced!" V held a hand to her face, feeling a few places where J's jagged fingertips had met her delicate metal skin.

J bitterly snickered and wiped a few flecks of oil from her chin. "You wish."

"We're just 'useless little butler drones.' " V continued, squinting to be able to make out J's position. "You're special. They'll take you first."

That was all J needed to snap. Within moments, V was back on the ground, but now N and Cyn were trying to intervene. There was more oil on the floor and on the girls' uniforms, clumps of hair were being pulled out- it was hard to tell from whom, and both drones on the floor were screaming profanities and threats at the other.

"J, knock it off, V, stop patronizing J!" N had a grip on V's shoulders, trying to drag her out from underneath J, who had been put in an attempted headlock by Cyn.

"Egotiist Starchild over there started it!" V winced as N pulled her closer toward himself, trying to determine if she was bleeding- and where.

J had started to snarl out another insult but stopped as she heard voices on the flight of stairs below them, craning her neck to see Zara, oddly leading the way up the stairs, following behind Tessa.

In a moment of rage and impulsive decisions, she broke free of Cyn's grasp and threw herself against V's body, knocking her out of N's arms and sending her tumbling down the stairs towards Zara.

She didn't see the impact, but the sound of a metal and organic body hitting the floor told her that her aim had been accurate, and Zara was now curled up on the marble floor, clutching her arm, next to V, who had been stuck in a daze.

"The- Hell?!"

J peeked her head over the railing, watching as Tessa turned on her heels and ran toward the two figures on the ground.

She ran to Zara first.

"Are you okay?!" Was the first sentence out of Tessa's mouth, followed by a barrage of "Is anything broken?!" and "Do we need to call Doctor Nettle?!"

Zara answered Tessa's questions with her own questions, propping herself up and worriedly turning to V, retrieving her own glasses from the floor where they had been knocked off of her nose.

"Is she okay?! I didn't break anything, did I?! Oh god, I'm so sorry, oh god, oh god-"

"She's-"

V groaned in pain and forced herself upwards, wincing as Zara worriedly grabbed her arm, scooting closer towards the drone, and worriedly looking at Tessa.

"...She's fine- right? You good, V?" After making sure that Zara was alright, Tessa joined her at V's opposite side, gently checking the drone over.

"..I'm..." V trailed off, glancing up towards the top of the staircase, catching a glimpse of J, a triumphant grin on her face.

"......" V got her own idea, looking between Tessa and Zara for a moment, letting her right arm go limp. "...Everything hurts." She whined.

Tessa frowned, looking up at the stairs as well, not noticing J as she ducked down and backed away from the edge of the railing.

"Looks like it. You might have broken something internally. We'll get you up to my room and get you fixed up!"

"Here, I'll-" Zara placed a hand on V's shoulder as Tessa did the same, with Tessa's hand resting over top of Zara's. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. V could see it, and she loved the fact that she had been right. Zara's freckled face had turned at least three shades of red, and even Tessa's face reddened at the touch of their hands.

There was a jumble of words from both girls.

"I can-" "Lemme just-" "Carry her-" "Here-"

"...Can you carry her?" Tessa nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "I- I mean I don't...doubt..that you can, I just-"

Zara shook her head, gently picking up V, cradling her by the joints of her knees and underneath her arms. "I can get it!"

V could sense J's glare. She'd taken the lead, but V had managed to even the score. She glanced up as Zara carefully started up the stairs- again- happily laying her head against the human, watching as J silently scowled.

She stuck her tongue out again, immediately returning to her innocent, injured demeanor when they reached the top. N and Cyn silently followed after the three, clearly not wanting to stay around J at the moment.

Oh, how V loved being right.

Checkmate, bitch.

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"..I'm home!"

Only the silence called back.

Zara cautiously closed the door behind her and trudged along the hardwood floor, kicking her boots off next to the entryway and looking around the dimly lit trailer that she and her father shared.

It was all they could manage. Well, all her father could manage, at least. Struggling to keep a job doesn't exactly look the best on a housing contract.

"Dad?" She called out again. More silence.

She found him on the couch again. No doubt drunk.

"..And..no dinner...That's alright, I ate at the Elliot's." It wasn't a lie. And it was better that he was asleep, she decided. Zara knew that if he caught her smuggling in food scraps from the Elliot family, he'd forbid her from ever going near Tessa and her family again- and that was a fate worse than death.

It wasn't stealing, at least. Tessa's mother had willingly allowed Zara to take home a bit of the leftovers, and while Zara knew she wanted to question her on it, she was thankful that she hadn't. God only knows what her father would do if he found out she'd told someone about their living situation. 'It's not anyone else's problem', he said, and ' We're doing just fine without the help of those snobs.'.

Her bed wasn't anywhere near as warm or cozy as the bed she normally slept on when she stayed with Tessa, but it had to do for now. She couldn't stay in paradise forever, as much as she wanted to.

The memory of that touch never left her, even as she drifted off to sleep. She knew it was an accident, she knew that they were both probably blushing because of how fucking awkward the situation had been, but it was cute, and Tessa was cute, and she wanted to keep holding her hand and scoot ever so slowly closer until they were snuggled up beside each other and look into those gorgeous green eyes and slowly lean in until their lips touched and- dammit, she loved her! She loved her, she loved her, she LOVED her!!

But Tessa didn't reciprocate it- she couldn't have, right? Surely Tessa wasn't into girls, surely she didn't see Zara that way, it had to have been a stupid dream, a wishful desire, it couldn't be.

Zara buried her face in her pillow and screamed.

Dammit.

...She'd gone and fallen for an Elliot.

#tumblr gave me so much hell trying to upload this #murder drones #murder drones tessa #serial designation v #murder drones oc #before the dawn updates #serial designation n #serial designation j #murder drones cyn

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pinespittinink · 1 year

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Hi! I understand the needing distractions. That was me last week. Anyways, here I am to ramble about nonsense:

I stayed up until 1:45 this morning finishing a book, which was amazing and very worth it, even if I didn't actually fall asleep until after 4:30am. (I was then woken up 2 minutes before my alarm, which was set to go off at 9:30.) (The book in question was Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch, and it's the sequel to The Lies of Locke Lamora. I am utterly obsessed.)

In a related vein, reading those two books in quick succession has made me really, really want to write a heist story, or at the very least DM a heist-based DnD campaign/oneshot. And so with that in mind, I also got another idea from TLoLL: Bloodsucker Rose Garden.

It's a rose garden that drinks blood by stabbing you with its thorns, using them more or less like a vampire's fangs. Also, from the exterior it just looks like an expansive rose garden or series of rosebushes, but in reality it's all one large creature, connected under the ground. (A bit like those massive networks of fungi!)

I'm not sure how much you know about DnD, but I spent about an hour this evening making the stat block for the rose garden, so that I could actually use it in a DnD game someday, which was a lot of fun.

I also have an idea for a oneshot that I could DM involving said rosegarden, which is very fun. Basically, the players would be tasked with entering a Wizard's tower which is surrounded at the base by the Rose Garden. Then they have to make it up through the various floors of traps and guardians to find an artifact at the top of the tower.

It would be a great oneshot, but I would also be interested to use it as part of a larger campaign, and work the mystery of the artifact in question and who hired the party into a larger plot. But that would mean having to wait until the party is at a high enough level to take on that thing, and also actually being organized and plotting something out for once, which I never do. But I do really want to DM a game someday.

Okay, sorry for literally writing a novel in your inbox, but hey, at least it's a decent distraction, right???? Anyways, I hope your day gets better from here!

~Morri🗡 (@memento-morri-writes)

Hello hello, Lies of Locke Lamora has been recommended to me so many times by my roommate, I really do need to check it out some time. I’m loving the idea of a killer vampiric rose garden—predatory/carnivorous plants are one of my favorite things in fantasy biology, I think you’ve got so many cool options. Also the aesthetic is on point 🌹🥀🩸it’s the kind of thing I’d love to come across in a book.

Speaking of DnD, it’s been ages since I’ve played 😩 I have a tiefling criminal named Ripley I’m waiting to bust out when I get the chance eventually, but finding a group is so,,,so,,,difficult. Best of luck that you’re able to pull a party together, I think the encounters sound like a blast!

#memento morri writes #things are getting better yes #asks

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screaming-weevil · 11 months

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Went to a potluck at the barn my friend lives in the other day. The food, since 90% of those invited were organic farmers, was legendary. After supper we walked up the hill to watch the sun set over the fields and the sea. The trail rambled along the ridge until it became a tunnel through wild rosebushes that gave way to prairie. It was a good day.

#my photos #mumblings and mutterings

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nuclearforest · 2 years

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🧠 (for the Captain) and 🛒 for the emoji ask

Ty for the ask! These were fun to think over and let me ramble. 👀👀

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (For Hans)

Ok so I have a lot of little competing headcanons for this spot. Weeb. Photography nerd. Massive softie for kids and puppies. Minor asshole. Etc. When you think about it pretty much everything I write is headcanon based, for better or worse 💀

That said, my fav and one that I try to slip into quite a few fics are him having doglike quirks and tendencies. It's oddly cute and kinda fits the vibe that after being sequestered away he's a bit feral, in some harmless and not so harmless ways.

Firstly, the magnetic compass. It's useful AND very in character. Makes him navigate more easily and would definitely help any tracking/hunting he has to do.

Secondly, the man can dig. Natural instincts. Mud baths, dirt baths, etc. It's all natural and usually makes for a good spot to sleep. Also helps with some camouflage when he's completely white. Or, in a more slice of life case, would help with landscaping or entertaining children. He probably brings a lot of mud inside unintentionally.

Thirdly, he drools, probably. This would be at the very edges of his self control and obviously he doesn't have big jowls. So it probably won't be noticeable, but it's definitely a cue for when he's excited to eat.

And lastly the scent marking. Whether pissing on Walter's rosebushes in revenge OR nuzzling his mate, he likes them (and other things that are "his"-- he may be a bit old fashioned) to smell like his. And it really isn't usually that much of a problem unless he smells like a wet dog lmfao.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I am a monumental softie. I also belong in horny jail for werewolf crimes. So between the two of them I usually have some interesting stories.

I am a big fan of enthusiastic consent, wanting and being wanted, finding comfort in a lover, and silly situations. I stick to the goofy and lighthearted for even the most stern folks. Everybody has a bit of color and group dynamics (especially between Millennium members) I find fascinating to explore.

Almost always in a fic with a werewolf there's an instant connection and loyalty. Like, an immediate soft spot. Big tall and soft small are peak vibes (small being relative-- pretty much everybody is small compared to a 7ft behemoth ok).

And I think one of my fav little scenes I have ever written and loved to bits is when Hans tells the reader his name by tracing it out on their skin and feels the validation that it's his again when they say it. That there's something freeing and healing in it and I AM A SAP. I want to use it more lol.

So thanks again for asking, and I hope I rambled enough!!

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