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xeymol · 11 months

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Finnaly redid my scug lineup

(Click the images for better quality because tumble hates me)

Now all that’s left is redoing tithe anthros because I got better outfit ideas for them

#rain world #rw gourmand #rw artificer #rw rivulet #rw saint #rw hunter #rw monk #rw spearmaster #rw enot #rw survivor #rw nightcat #rw inv #took me quite awhile to get this done lol #though still faster than my first time thankfully

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neptunesenceladus · 1 year

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They met just by a side door that led out to the hillside, from there a path veered down to the groundskeepers hut and you could easily walk to the Whomping Willow or Forbidden Forest. Lily was out of breath and worked up about Marlene by the time she found Severus leaning against the already open doorway.

“I’m so sorry,” she forced out, “bloody roommate was intent on trapping me in that tower,”

She rested her hands on her knees and slowed her breathing, looking up at Severus, “So, where to first,”

“Your idea, your charge Rapunzel,”

“Ok,” Lily straightened to face Severus’ grinning, “Lets get to this willow first while there is still a bit of light left,”

Chapter 3, Gold Rush, of Eleven Months of Autumn is finally done! You can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44256482/chapters/116521762

#eleven months of autumn #emoa #this took awhile to write and it is quite a bit longer #let me know if you prefer chapters of this length!#fanfiction #fanfic #Lily Evans #lily evans fanfic #the marauders #marauders fic #the valkyries

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eponymoussquared · 1 year

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Wildhunters: Hide and seek

Johan Forester’s fate was sealed the moment he walked out the door of his little stone hut and into the forest to get some firewood. It was a stormy night, the wind howling incessantly as he walked through the trees. It wasn’t wise to chop wood this late-you never knew what beasts you were giving your position. Instead, Johan simply gathered fallen branches, which was admittedly difficult in the dark. Because of this, he did not notice the wind growing louder and louder until it was screaming into his ears, and suddenly he heard a piercing cry that sounded eerily like someone saying “MOVE!” Johan froze, looking right to left, unsure where to run. Then, suddenly, the wind went silent. The crickets ceased to chirp. The leaves stopped rustling. All was still.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, a cloaked figure on a white horse crashed down from the sky, sending a shockwave through the ground and knocking Johan to his feet. He stood up slowly, only for his eyes to go wide in horror. Now that he was looking directly at them, he saw now the horse's eight legs, and the glow of the rider's single blue eye lighting up the underside of his wide-brimmed hat. The rest of his face and body was hidden by cloth, but John knew exactly who he was looking at. The figure spoke in a soft, almost friendly tone. “Greetings, woodsman. You stand before Hans Von Hackleberg, the current Huntsmaster of the Wild Hunt. Do you know why I am here?”

It took Johan a moment to remember how to speak. “B-because I didn’t get out of the way in time, right?”

The figure-Hans-nodded. “That's right. Do you know what happens next?”

Johan opened his mouth, then closed it. “...You take my soul and I join the Wild Hunt forever? This part is usually a bit vague, since..you know. There's no one around to confirm.”

Hans laughed, a sound that was far too jovial for the situation. “Not quite. You see, my dear woodsman, Hans is not my real name, and the names used by my comrade hunters are not their real names either. Our true names are all but forgotten, and we are close to fading into nothing. So sometimes we simply need a mortal such as yourself to..reaffirm our existence, so to speak. This generally involves interacting with us in a way that makes an impression on you.”

Johan blinked. “..So..I’m not in danger?”

Hans laughed, a far crueler laugh then before, and a woman's voice came from behind them. “Oh no, you most certainly are.”

Johan turned around to face a tall woman with snow-white hair dressed in dark furs and leather. At her sides were dark gray bloodhounds, their eyes fixed on him. She smirked coldly. “I am Frau Gauden, and you will be playing a game with us. You will have five minutes to run or hide, as you prefer. As we have the advantage of hunting dogs-” As she spoke, Gauden knelt down and petted one of the hounds at her feet affectionately. “-We will have only two minutes to find you. If we don’t, you will be rewarded and set free, but if we catch you..”

Her eyes flashed and she bared a grin full of sharp, canine teeth. “You join our ranks for eternity. Now, run.”

Johan didn’t need any further encouragement. He turned and sprinted deeper into the forest as fast as his legs could carry him, jagged branches scraping his skin as he dashed past. If he got far enough, surely he would be safe. He just needed a good tree to climb, or a cave, or anywhere that would let him hide. Yet as he ran deeper into the woods, Johan’s panic only worsened. Every flicker of movement in the dark became a ravenous beast, every noise the sound of a careless predator. There were no caves to hide inside, no houses to board up in, no cliffs or crags to curl up behind.. Had he passed that tree before? Had he been running in circles this whole time? It was too dark to make out any landmarks, and he had no idea how much time had passed. Then, at last, he saw a lake.

It was a very small lake, not much wider than his one-room cabin, to the point it was more like a large pond. It was, however, deep enough that he could barely see the bottom through the water. It was far from the ideal hiding spot, but Johan had few other options, and the lake would at least mask his scent. He cursed himself for not hiding it earlier, but he would have to make do. Quickly, he pinched his nose, and dived under.

It didn’t take Johan a long time to realize this might not have been the greatest plan. While the lake was deep enough to fully submerge in, and the sky was too dark to reveal anything in it, he had underestimated how hard it would be to hold his breath for so long. Furthermore, his thoughts were beginning to flood with panic as well as water. The stories he’d heard of the Wild Hunt flashed through his brain, of the merciless army of wolves, vikings and demons led by its three masters…

Johan paused. Three? There was definitely a third one, but he’d only seen two. Was that part of the legend wrong? He racked his brain, partially to distract himself from the lightheadedness that was beginning to take him. There was the Hans the rider, Gauden the houndmaster, and—

Suddenly, a massive column of wood as thick as a tree trunk and almost as tall plunged into the water, shocking Johan into opening his mouth. Desperately, he swam up to the surface, narrowly evading the pillar as it slammed to the sides of the pond. He broke the surface, gasping for air, and then noticed the shadow that loomed over him so darkly that it was visible even in the night. He turned around to see a behemoth who nearly towered over the treetops, wielding a great wooden club that looked more like an uprooted oak. They were dressed somewhat like a harlequin, with a mask creating the image of an eternal smile, but there was no joy in their empty eyes. Their clothing, covered in quilted diamonds, might have been colorful once, but time and grime had faded it into brown and gray. Staring at the giant before him, Johan remembered the name of the third leader: Hellekin, the pursuer.

Without so much as a word, Hellekin raised the club above their head, and Johan barely managed to roll to the side before it crashed down onto the forest floor, leaving a ditch where it struck. Johan tried to run, doing his best to ignore the now-wet clothes weighing him down, as the club was raised once more.

He slipped.

As Johans face slammed into the dirt, he started to get up, only to hear a sudden crack accompanied by a massive, searing pain in his left leg. He looked back to see Hellekins club pinning him to the ground. They looked down at him with a distinct impression of pity, and a deep anger sparked inside Johans heart. How dare they pity him, when this was their fault? How dare they take his life for their own sake? Fueled by rage and spite, Johan pulled, clawing through the grass. There was more cracking, but he didn’t care. Finally, with a jerk and a surge of searing agony going through his leg, he pulled himself free. Hellekin stood still for a second, almost looking impressed, before raising their club again. Johan tried to crawl away, but he knew it was over.

Then a piercing whistle cut through the sounds of the forest, and Hellekin froze, their club still in midair. The soft clopping of hooves entered Johans ears, and Hans came into view, flanked by Gauden and her dogs. “Good work, Hellekin. You put up a good fight, woodsman, but I believe this is our match.” She said, smirking.

Johans vision was beginning to fade. He couldn’t believe this. He’d lost. They did not have him in a cage, and yet he’d lost…his train of thoughts abruptly inverted as he realized something. Thats it. They don’t have me in a cage. “No, it isn’t.” He gasped out, breathing heavily. Gauden raised an eyebrow, and he thought Hans was smirking, but it was hard through his scarves. “Oh? You seem quite captured to me.” Johan shook his head. “I can still move, I’m not unconscious, and your dogs haven’t pinned me down. Neither have you.”

Hans laughed mirthlessly. “Do you take us for fools, woodsman? You’d be our prisoner in less than a minute in the state you're in.” It was Johans turn to smile mockingly. “But that wasn’t the deal, was it? The whistle signified the time being up. You might have caught me in a few minutes if you kept going, but you haven’t caught me in the allotted time. You just wounded me.”

All three Huntsmasters stared down on Johan as sweat poured down his face. He waited for them to laugh, or run him through, for Hellekins club to crush him or Gaudens wolves to tear him into pieces. And then Hans began to laugh. Not the cruel laugh from earlier, but a jovial, merry chuckle that was almost infectious despite the pain Johan was in. Gauden was unable to resist for long, chuckling turning to giggling turning to howling. When they atleast calmed down, Hans’s single eye stared down at Johan. “Well played, woodsman. I do respect those who can best us in a game of wits as much as in a game of strength. However, I do not think it is accurate to say you have won when you cannot even walk. As such, here is our compromise. You are safe for now, but we shall return.”

Gauden bared her fangs menacingly, her face becoming more beastly with every word. “And when we do, the only warning you receive shall be the cackling of demons, the howling of wolves, and the battlecries of fallen warriors. And with that leg? Well, I doubt you’ll be so lucky next time. You have one the day for now, but the Wild Hunt never loses its prey.”

With that, the three of them turned their backs on him, disappearing into the darkness of the woods. Johan slowly struggled up.The pain in his leg was still excruciating, but he didn’t seem to be in danger of passing out. As he turned, he was shocked to see he had somehow gotten right back to his cabin. He crawled inside, closing the door behind him.

Fear and panic overtook him as tears ran down his face. He had won the battle, but the Hunt would return, and he could not possibly outrun them now. The nearest bonesetter was miles away, and he had no horses, no way of getting there. The closest place was a village a mile or so away. What was he to do?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Tentatively, without getting up, he opened it, only to have his eyes go wide with shock. In front of his doorstep was a horse, black with white spots like stars speckling its body, carrying a saddle loaded with two bags. From his limited vantage point, he could see the glint of gold from the tops of them. In front of the horse was a note, written in an impeccably eloquent hand:”Your reward, as promised. Good luck, Johan the woodsman. -Hans.”

Johan looked back up at the horse mistrustfully, but its eyes were friendly, and it made no aggressive movements. Slowly, he crawled over to it, and was surprised again when it bent its legs down to allow him to climb on. With time and effort, he finally managed to sit himself, not comfortably, but at least solidly, on the horse’s back. With a flick of the reins, they took off towards the town, the note dropping behind them onto the floor. Only as the houses began to come into view as the sun finally rose did something occur to Johan: How did Hans know his name?

#Wildhunters #writing #took me awhile to do this one #but I'm getting quite fond of these three #they're in a bit more of an antagonistic role then last time #but I think it turned out well #hopefully illustrations of the hunter trio are coming soonish

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thatdykepunkslut · 1 year

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🎶✨when u get this, if you want to, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Ooooh I like the anonymity of this game.

1: Norse Truth by Against Me! Dead Rats/Rebecca/Norse Truth are almost one continuous song in my mind but I've already posted about the other 2 I think. That trio just really fucking resonates.

2: Shake Off Your Flesh by The Huntress and the Holder of Hands. Some of the best guitar fuckery you'll ever hear.

3: Mirabelle Plums by Polypore. Pretty sure I've posted this one before but their guitarist fucking slays (and is also one of my besties). I lose my shit at Polypore shows every fucking time.

4: Never Speak of Marriage as an Achievement by Bangzz. What can I say, I'm anti-marriage.

5: Bad Habit by The Offspring. I want to shoot motorists.

#ask that dyke #it took me quite awhile to think of 5 songs that weren't just Against Me! tbh #Against Me!

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an-organized-confusion · 1 year

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Neurotypes run a wide spectrum and just thinking about how Gymrat!Roman experiences his dyscalculia.

He is okay with basic addition and subtraction mentally or scratching it on paper. Things start to get confusing with multiplication/division... don’t get him started on exponents or roots. He’s gonna nope out of the room whenever algebra+ get talked about.

And him being hopeless with most things tech don’t help (Remus got all those kindsa smarts), so using calculators probs gives him some anxiety about if he did the operations right 99% of the time.

BUT. He can learn schemas using math in very specific concepts but if he has to apply them in other contexts, their rigidity becomes apparent. (Co-conspirator suggests he can be good with finances. And I think I’d add, if he has to learn how to use a computer system like at his telemarketer job? He has to learn everything from ground up and struggles to transfer those skills into similar systems.)

Roman really struggled in school because of all this (and is one of the reasons why his uncle treated him so poorly).

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #(both of them are twice exceptional)#(roman's gifts were overshadowed by his challenges... and remus's challenges were overshadowed by his gifts)#(i'm a med nerd w/ interest in psych and psych dev... so it's fun esploring this stuff)#(might also be magnifying kid me's issues w/ math for a hot minute)#(it took awhile for algebra to click - had a better time w/ geometry/trigonometry because those had a more visual component)#(i will say for me i think it was more of a delay rather than a hard wall developmentally)#(oh yeah and for quite awhile it was hard to read analog clocks for me - it takes me a sec still now... but yeah. 'nother personal delay)#(anywho - i love these two absolute disaster siblings v much)

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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 2 years

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I accidentally came into work early, whoops, not my fault tho because my boss refuses to make my schedule normal. He used to have me work 6am-4pm on Sundays, which is a nightmare but whatever. But I checked my schedule today and realized I was scheduled to come in at 7am. I could've had an extra hour of sleep. I could've. But it means I get to go home an hour earlier than I thought!

But. I haven't done anything today. Not a thing. Sunday is our slowest day, there have been less than ten customers in the two hours I've been here so I've just been on my phone. I did Duolingo for a bit, now I'm on Tumblr. I'm getting paid to learn Spanish and waste my life on social media. This is delightful.

#i haven't been able to sleep lately. i got less than five hours of sleep last night #and its been that way for awhile. <6 hours of sleep a day #i thought i was going to have to work ten hours on less than five hours of sleep #thank god i dont have to #only nine hours lol #i need a nap or three #at least i dont have to do a lot of work. just vibing #im on a two day streak on duolingo. we have a large amount of spanish speaking customers come through the restaurant #we used to have at least one employee that spoke spanish per shift but they all quit #now all weve got is me #i took two years of spanish five years ago #but im good at languages so i remember just enough to kond of get by #if the customer knows a bit of English and i know a bit of spanish then we can make it work #but id like to get better. hence the duolingo #i am so tired

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alastor-simp · 5 months

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Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

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