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wynnnxy · 10 months
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shen-laoshi!!!
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Drew this like a few months ago but am still very proud of it! The outfit was inspired by that gorgeous scum villain modern hanfu set by sanfen that I yearn for everyday
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vigilskeep · 2 months
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i wonder if it would be possible to use rock armour as a walking aid or similar. like supporting a weaker leg
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commander-gloryforge · 3 months
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ive made a woman by the way
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invented the wii. has robot limbs haunted by a 300 year old ghost cat. built herself a silly little tail and frequently knocks things over with it. Wynn Steelmade.
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no-where-new-hero · 15 days
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Have you read Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis? I’m citing it alongside Fire and Hemlock in my thesis as Cupid and Psyche retellings (though of course Fire and Hemlock is many things) and I am always fascinated by the ways the texts play off each other.
Ahhh love when people come into my inbox to talk about F&H!!!!
I did read Til We Have Faces, years before I started reading Diana Wynne Jones, actually, which means I don't remember a lot of it except that it had some of the most beautiful prose I had encountered up to that point. But it absolutely did cement my interest in the Cupid & Psyche story, and I still remember appreciating how Lewis--as he did with everything he wrote--drew out or drew attention to the philosophical/religious aspects in the idea. Love and faith must be blind, sometimes. Sometimes, you cannot (and should not) see the thing you are striving toward because you're just not ready yet. For him, that was how to craft a relationship to God. But I think F&H does echo that in a lot of ways! Polly can't save Tom (or herself) until she's old enough to see all around their friendship and who he is as a person. It's not just understanding her feelings for him; it's understanding how she can save him and herself at the same time. I'm sure DWJ must have had TWHF in mind when she wrote F&H, just knowing her connections to Lewis and also the very purposeful and erudite way she put so many motifs in that book!
Also, good luck on your thesis! It makes me so happy that you're putting some more DWJ-related scholarship out in the world!
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magmahearts · 4 months
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WICKED'S REST RP as A SUPERHERO MOVIE
( featuring appearances by @ohwynne, @corpse-a-diem, @vanoincidence, @highoctanegem, @kadavernagh, & @eliaskahtri )
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heirofnepeta · 9 months
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Feeling cute :3
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You ever start writing a tag and come across a phrase that's. Just ALL the scams
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indulgentia · 1 year
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❛❛ Sorry, I've had ENOUGH of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's YOU. ❜❜
↳  ﹙⠀ @wildrift ! ﹚
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Okay. Look. Hear me out. He’s a complete and utter asshole, yes. A self-serving conniving manipulative gaslighting hires-people-to-avoid-dirtying-his-own-hands Corporate Fanboy (though, to be honest, he’s more into the power the Company grants him than the Company itself). But. I think shattering his world views some more would fix him.
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russellwynn · 6 days
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save me russell wynn
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softguarnere · 2 years
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here's the prompt
[intertwine & hold] and [shudder] with whoever you like the most 💚 not necessarily long, it can be a shortie, like imagine.
You Tied a Tether Here to Keep Me Close
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Shifty Powers x reader
A/N: Anon, these are so soft and I cannot stop thinking about them. And since it was dealer's choice for the pairing, I decided to go with Shifty because there's not a lot of content for him and I'm determined to fix that 😉 Hope you don't mind! (the prompt: intertwine and hold: for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. shudder: for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver.)
Warnings: the usual HBOWar stuff (mentions of death, war, guns, etc.), the author's overuse of italics
Everything around you hums as the C-47 shudders through the sky. You can feel each heave of the mighty engine rattle in your bones as it drops lower and lower, accompanied by the shuttering sounds of other planes moving in the same formation, and accented by the harsh staccatos of Luftwaffe fire. Around you, dark shadows mutter prayers, rub their hands together, and occasionally take sharp, rattling breaths that pierce through the other noise to drag you back into reality.
You are here, it seems to remind you each time, and you're doing this.
This isn't at all like the practice jumps you've done before. There's no joking with your friends and smiling on your way to the back of the plane. There's just the sudden order to stand and hook up, followed by the rough pat down of your fellow soldiers before each calls out that the paratrooper in front of them is good to go.
"Six okay!" Even though you yell, the barrage of noises risks drowning you out. If your own heartbeat doesn't muffle your voice first, that is.
From behind you, through the darkness, you feel a hand bump into your elbow. It navigates itself down your arm until it finds your hand. Shifty's fingers intertwine themselves with yours and he squeezes your hand twice, quick and tight, bringing you back to the moment.
You squeeze back, amending your thought from earlier: We are here and we are doing this.
If you had it your way, you would never let go of his hand. Those hands that are kind and tender, but that are no stranger to hard work and that can command a perfectly aimed bullet with the squeeze of a trigger. But you're moving towards the doorway and the plane, the war, the universe, do not seem to care what you want.
Quickly, you squeeze his hand tightly a few more times, like you can convey everything you've ever wanted to tell him but didn't have time to in these last few seconds. And then you're in the doorway, and now you're hit with adrenaline and air, and now you're pushing off and --
A choppy storm of ocean water churns in your stomach as the cold air of the night sky greets you. Wind whistles in your ears for just a second, and then your body jerks as your static line unhooks and your parachute spills out, like an ink blot dotting the night sky. It catches the wind and slows your descent, and with it, your racing heart.
As your fellow soldiers drift down around you, you like to imagine that you can hear Shifty curse as his parachute opens; he never could figure out what to yell as he jumped out of the plane, and the harsh words are so unlike him. During any other jump, it would be funny, but tonight, it casts a solemn spell over you. Pushing the thought from your mind, you force a deep breath and focus on your next objective: landing -- alive -- in the Drop Zone.
"Oof!" Shock reverberates through your body as you land, the silk of your parachute fluttering down around you and pooling on the ground. You free yourself from it and swing your rifle around your shoulder, swiveling your focus from side to side as distant German machine gun fire crackles through the night. Above you, the sounds of the C-47s rumbling away begins to fade as the last of the flock disappears into the night.
You made it out of the plane and into the throes of the chaos that is the battlefield. And as you work your way through the darkness, trying to find shadows to slip into for cover, you become aware of two things: you survived the first part of the Allied Invasion, and you are utterly alone.
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Blithe doesn't look too good, you note to yourself. He's staring up at the mangled bodies of paratroopers whose D-Day embrace was that of the trees that ensnared them and their parachutes. In fairness, you're also having a hard time looking away, trying to ignore the thought that, had you been less lucky, it might have been you up there. You can only quickly glance at the faces of your fellow paratroopers, just long enough to confirm that it's not one of your friends. That it's not --
No. You can't even let yourself consider that Shifty is anything other than okay.
"Blithe," you say, trying to bring him back to reality. "We need to move."
If he can hear you, he doesn't acknowledge it. He continues to stare up at the clouds and the trees, like he's waiting for something.
You don't want to leave one of your own, not when he's the only person from Easy that you've come across so far, but if you stay there beside the mangled remains of the crashed plane and the men who didn't survive the jump, then you're just sitting ducks.
You sigh, ready to try getting his attention one more time. "Blithe, we --"
"Blithe!" Someone's voice cuts in over yours, causing both of you to turn.
Oh, thank God. Behind one of the plane's wings are three of your Easy boys.
"Thought that was you," Talbert says as Blithe carefully starts to make his way towards them.
But now you're the one standing stock-still, staring at them, partly out of relief from seeing Tab and Popeye, but you can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away from the third man for even a second. Because he's here, he's really here, but there's a split second where your heart drops at the fearful thought of him disappearing before your eyes, no more than a wishful figment of your imagination.
Shifty.
"You guys alone?" Tab asks. His words break you out of your reverie. You rush forwards at the same time that Shifty does, both of you ignoring the rest of your friends as you gravitate towards each other, like planets caught in each other's orbit.
"Oh, thank God," Shifty breathes when you reach each other. Despite the helmets that shield both of your heads, you lean into each other, resting your foreheads together with the gentle clunk of metal. "I didn't see where you landed, and . . ."
He doesn't have to finish. You had the same thoughts.
"We made it," you whisper. "We're here now."
"We're here now," he repeats. One of his hands gently removes your helmet, and you take his in turn, so that you can better see his sunshine face. God, he's beautiful. And he's alive.
Behind you, you're vaguely aware of Talbert and Popeye talking to Blithe. Something about paratroopers being scattered, fighting with other units as they try to find the rest of Easy. But it fades into the background as Shifty's hand comes up to caress your cheek.
The calluses on his fingers rub against your smooth skin, sending a shudder through your body and causing your eyes to flutter shut.
Shifty's voice is soft when he asks, "Can I?"
You nod, and then you press your lips against his as he continues to caress your face, gently running his thumb across your cheek. God, if only you could exist in that moment, just the two of you, with no war, and no death and fighting around you -- it would be perfect.
But you're in a war zone, and this is as close to perfect as it can be. You'll take what you can get.
"Are you okay?" You ask when you break apart for air.
Something about holding you, something in your kiss, looks like it's rejuvenated the man in front of you. He huffs a little laugh as he smiles at you, taking your hand and squeezing it like he did back on the plane.
"I reckon I just might be."
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quietflorilegium · 3 months
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"He was blind with panic. It was as if he had run away from himself and left the inside of his head empty. Mitt knew this would not do. It was no use thinking Ynen could manage by himself. He had to run after himself, inside his head, and bring himself back with one arm twisted up his back before he was able to pick up an armful of soaking sail and stagger with it to the hatch."
Diana Wynne Jones, "Drowned Ammet"
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heartburstings · 8 months
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hi b/apo friends. don't want this getting in the tags as i am so so scaresicles. but i went into the tags bc i haven't been there in a quick sec and uh.
i doubt that they'll be a staple of the community but it should be good for u to know that they were highlighted by shinigami eyes, and and that this is a terf. (likely bc they reblogged this post from another terf. and idk abt you but rbing a post claiming that transactivists are erasing gay history and then not only adding onto it, but also not disputing that itty bitty little part... yeah <3)
scrolling thru their blog a bit (w/ shinigami eyes) will show that they follow a few other terfs. it will also show u that they rb and agree w shit like this and this (which isn't transphobic but uh... still wild). anyway. hope ur having a good day friends.
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aryomengrande · 4 months
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soulsxng · 8 months
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@sansloii replied to your post:
Wynn also sees Mimi and has the biggest smile. And a hug for the baby.
Cue a sleepy baby pushing himself up from where he was laying on JJ's back, and running immediately into a chair. He whines about it for a second or two, rubbing at his face to clear the sleepies a little bit better, before going the rest of the way to Wynn. Holding his arms up immediately to be lifted.
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"Papi In! Dayday's seepin'! Not Mimi!" No, he definitely wasn't sleeping a second ago, he was waiting for his Papa to get home!
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From the floor, JJ lets out a yawn as he stretches wide, rolling onto his side to better watch the pair. "Welcome home...you had a long day, huh? Dinner's in the fridge, if you're hungry."
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"Mimi's hungee! Mimi eat ice keem now!"
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"Don't listen to him, he's already had some!"
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heirofnepeta · 1 year
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Hey moots n followers look down here for something cool ig
So I've been wanting to show my face for a while for a variety of reasons but haven't because of my anxietal thoughts of if yall will think I'm ugly as fuck and all that but fuck that I'm showing my face.
Here I am. Revealed to all of tumblr.
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I know this is a bad idea. I know I don't look anything like any of yall imagined. But this is me. Hope this doesn't change how you think of me.
Have a nice day now, byyyyyyyeeeee <3<3<3<3
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