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[hxylian]

@legendarylullaby from here: x

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He wanted to just tell her, to her face, that he loved her. Goddesses above, why was this so difficult to say? Despite being the princess, she was much more than that. Much, much more. They had shared so much together and, well, it was something he wanted to address. He wanted, more than anything, to just embrace her. To just pull her into a hug and everything to go from there. A hug was all he dared to do, dared dream of doing. The way he felt was one sided, that he was painfully aware of.

Considering all of the trials he’d faced; this was worse than all of them combined. He tried, desperately, to put to words what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Words were, however, were failing him. It was rapidly coming to the point that was going to have to force words out, rather than construct some eloquent statement or declaration.

“I’d…” He started, trying to force himself to say something, anything. “I’d… Want to be… b-by your side… A-and… W-with you for… uhh… for… y’know…umm…” Bless him, he was rapidly turning redder than the Goron Tunic.

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[cloudyswritings]

Yes… I am the silksong now!!

My thoughts and headcanons on Hornet. I’ll be real I’ve kinda been ignoring her because I’m terrified of having to tag silksong headcanons, I’ve seen the fucking Reddit. Anyway, enjoy my ramblings.

So I think that a Hornet qualifies as a pale being, she was born to one and has a pale mask of one. More than that she qualifies for being in godhome(a low bar ik, looking at you vengefly king).

She isn’t really a god per-se but definitely is a higher being on par or stronger than the great knights.

She obviously considers herself a spider but overall she inherited very little from Herrah.

Id say she only really got the fangs and dietary needs

Shes absolutely an obligate carnivore, so don’t expect her to be eating plant matter of any type. She does the whole inject her meal with venom to dissolve it and slurp it up deal

this is mostly because even though she’s got the full Wyrms arsenal of teeth and a Wyrms digestive tract her mouth is very small and she only has pedipalps and fangs externally. This means it’s very hard for her to eat any solid food/get it down to where her throat teeth can break it down

So interestingly her body color in combination with the vessels may actually tell us more about the pale kings- see both she and the vessels have black chitin suggesting it may be inherited from the king.

She also has both her fathers number of eyes and limbs, something that infuriates her deeply.

I don’t feel that the hornet we see in canon is her final molt, mostly because it seems like the sealing of THK functionally stopped time in Hallownest. I imagine once they’re free and the Radiance is dead she’ll probably undergo one last molt.

I think her missing limbs(she has 4 that we know of meaning she’d have 4 more as a spider) will actually end up growing into wings with said molt.

She also inherited her aptitude for mechanical stuff from the king. It seems like she makes all of her own stuff. Plus the crafting system and buzz saws in silksong support this.

She likes buzzsaws

I imagine if we could get a better look at the light she casts it’d be a lot like her fathers. She’d be a pale red light that falls far and deep but bears only a subtle influence on the world, like the strumming of gossamer threads.

Shes set down threads all over Hallownest, allowing her to keep track of a ton of things at once by feeling vibrations

She does have spineretes but uses soul to supplement and extend the amount of thread she can make.

She actually really likes the white lady, mostly because of good childhood memories from visiting the palace. She was the cool mom for a while. She’s more conflicted in regards to her towards the events of the game though.

Her favorite food is probably primal aspids, but she’s got a huge soft spot for honey because of her time in the hive. She also likes soups because they’re easier for her to eat(esp the ones Ghost makes)

She has very good eyesight from Herrah, but also has face blindness that she inherited from the king. She makes do, but mostly relies on clothing, scent, and body language to identify people.

As a grub she was the only one of her brood to survive, she was part of a large brood and likely spent her earliest days in a broodsack(that’s just how spiders do shit) but ate all of her potential siblings before hatching-she doesn’t know it but this is a wyrm instinct and her father did exactly the same thing.

She’d absolutely hate that if she found out.

She suspects but isn’t sure about why she’s territorial. Unsurprisingly it’s once again a wyrm thing

Her threads are far stronger and more durable than even those produced by the best weavers, in fact some of her silk may have been used for THKs seals- she probably doesn’t remember this cause she was too young.

Is mad she inherited the kings height. Honestly she’s mad about everything she inherited from him.

She doesn’t know it but she’s fairly resistant to void, especially for someone half mortal.

Sleeps in a giant mess of quilts, pilows, and silk. It’s held slightly off the ground. This is sorta a halfway point between a Wyrms nest and the silk hammocks of the weavers.

Shes a very fidgety and light sleeper, and realistically needs far less sleep than most beings.

Her venom is ridiculously potent, like to the point of being almost unanimously fatal to mortals and weaker higher beings. It would honestly still do a lot of damage to gods too. It’s a symptom of hybrid vigor, wherein the hybrid offspring of two species tends to be stronger, larger, and overall more genetically resilient than either parent.

Hybrids also tend to be sterile.

Hornet probably couldn’t have children if she wasn’t a higher being, even then I’m not really sure she could tbh.

Given enough time and soul she could pull a metamorphosis like her father did, though she doesn’t know how.

What she’d emerge as is unclear, but she’d likely either become a spider goddess in truth. Or even more likely she’d fully become a wyrm and abandon the mortal parts Herrah gave her.

For obvious reasons she won’t do this.

Her favorite color is a toss up between red and purple.

She weaves clothing for her siblings semi-regularly. Kinda gets frustrated at how often Ghost ruins their thought. They’re rough on clothing ig.

She didn’t inherit her fathers ability to burrow, but some of the instincts remain. She’s very frustrated at this.

She’s kinda bad at rembering names too, she gets embarrassed by this and it’s part of why she doesn’t stay anywhere long enough to get to know the bugs there.

Has a charm that was created from Herrahs regrets. It doesn’t do anything but give off the faint sense of a clawed hand on her shoulders and the faint whispers of the lullaby Herrah used to sing to her.

it’s still her single most prized possession

Her needles is a close second and was made of pale ore taken directly from the Pale Wyrms corpse. It’s the one thing her father gave her she loves.

he gave it to her as a gift for her being given a name. He likely used his foresight to figure out how large she’d be as an adult and made it in anticipation of that.

She can go an exceedingly long time without a meal. This was super helpful during the infection when uninflected prey was rare at best.

With age she is becoming more and more powerful as a higher being and will likely eventually become a goddess proper.

She has the lifespan of a Wyrm but doesn’t really know it yet and chalks her remarkable age up to the blurring of time during the infection. Despite this she’s still a child by wyrm standards and has many, many, many years left to live.

Most bugs are absolutely shocked to hear about her actual age.

Lace will be for sure, and she’ll probably live to regret threatening her.

Shes super fast, like almost impossible to track I’m combat at times, this is actually because of her use of both wind and soul magic along with the thread based spells of the weavers.

Her shell is covered with intricate and detailed carvings, this is essentially the weaver version of tattoos.

Im genuinely not too sure if her mask is actually her face like it is for the pale king or just a mask like for Herrah. I lean towards it being her face though.

The bell cult caught her while she was sleeping and that’s the only reseal they survived the encounter.

id say there’s probably a good chance of her ascending to godhood as a possible ending to silksong.

Doesnt really have a sense of humor but does find puns and dad jokes hilarious(they were the only jokes the pale king told when she was little)

Theorectically given enough prep time and motivation she could place webs all over the city of tears(or a similarly sized city) and pull all of the buildings down in one go.

She might also be able to do the whole puppeting corpses thing that happens in the beasts den.

She needs a certain amount of metal in her diet thanks to being part wyrm. It’s really hard for her to find in pieces small enough to fit into her mouth.

Some crack/non-serious headcanons

She’s absolutely a chain smoker on par with Grimm- you know why

When she says Shaw it’s because as a kid she couldn’t say saw, the king would be so damn proud.

She’d be so good at putting up Christmas lights. Like the best even.

secretly loves holidays, could pull of a mean Santa impression by just fucking hustling down peoples chimneys and stealing their cookies. She’d even have a big ass silk bag full of toys.

Maybe she does this for Hallownest once it’s built?

that’s it’s, this is how she ascends to godhood

Hornet is bug Santa.

#hk hornet #hk pale king #silksong #hollow knight #Hornet is bug santa #headcanon #Both cursed and not #speculative biology

[luveline]

hi jade ! is this too early to request ? can i pretty please ask for some jonathan byers x shy!reader who is about to meet will for the first time but they really get along ? thank you so much !!💛💛

thank you for your request! jonathan x shy!fem!reader <3

You’re frozen in the car, staring down at your lap. You’re about half an hour early in the parking lot of the diner you and Jonathan agreed on for a kind-of date. There’s a scagged thread on the side of your pant leg. Jonathan probably won’t notice, and his younger brother Will certainly won’t, but it’s another small disaster to weigh the scale down. Today is a failure, and Will is going to hate you.

A gentle knock against the window. It scares you senseless, so highly strung that you flinch into the console and almost wind yourself. Jonathan waits for you to recognise him on the other side of the window so as not to scare you further, pulling open the driver's door.

“What happened?” he asks, generous considering he’d seen the whole thing. “I didn’t mean to freak you out, sorry. Here, let me help.”

You take his offered hands and he practically pulls you out of the car and onto your feet. When you’re standing on firm-footing, his hand strays to your side, though there’s nothing he can do. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe. “You’re early.”

He laughs. It’s charming enough to calm you down, his warm cadence. “I’m early? No, I told you the wrong time so I could come and rescue you from overthinking city.”

You stiffen.

Jonathan checks you over quickly. His eyes find that tiny scagged thread on the outer side of your pant leg, and he takes it between two fingers, snapping it off sharply. His gaze tracks back up to your face. He smiles fondly at your horrified expression.

“I left him inside.” He takes your face into his hands. “Everything is fine. Everything will be fine. Will’s just like me. Well, mostly.”

“Teenagers are mean,” you say.

“Not Will. I’m sorry for lying to you. I figured it would be easier if you didn’t have time to worry about what could go wrong. But you don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

Jonathan squishes your cheeks gently.

“No, I am. I’m not–” You pull the brakes, comforted by the warmth of his hands as they fall to your shoulders. “I was in my head, that’s all. And I’m excited to meet him, I promise.”

“Okay, good. He’s excited to meet you.”

You smooth one of his hairs away from his eyes without thinking. He noticeably melts, flustered by your rare but easy affection.

You and Jonathan make your way inside of the diner. You spot Will without instruction, a mop of mousy brown hair against the red velvet of a corner booth. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be — Jonathan always calls him his ‘little’ brother, but Will looks firmly within his late teens. He’s smiling as soon as he sees you.

He’s like me, Jonathan’d said without hesitation. He must be lovely, in that case.

“Hey,” Jonathan says, greeting his brother. They share a smile, and you have the peculiar feeling that they’d talked about how this moment would go before you arrived. “Will, this is Y/N. Y/N, Will.”

“Hi,” you say, not weak so much as meek, trying hard to be a grown up and missing the mark.

“Hey,” he says back.

Jonathan ushers you into the booth and sits beside you. His hand doesn’t go for your thigh but your wrist, pulling your arm into his lap so you can’t pick nervously at your nails. He knows you too well sometimes.

“It’s really great to meet you,” you say. You sound, regrettably, as terrified as you look.

“You, too. Jonathan doesn’t shut up about you, it’ll be nice to picture your face while he waxes.”

You turn to Jonathan. He shakes his head in bemusement. You know he doesn’t mind being the punching bag while you break the ice, because that’s the kind of guy he is. You slip your fingers between his and stroke the back of his hand with his thumb, looking down at his pale skin for a stolen, steadying moment.

You look up. “He doesn’t shut up about you, either. He told me about your club? Art for the disadvantaged? I was really impressed, do you…”

Talking to Will isn’t as hard as you feared it would be. Jonathan makes it easier, diving in to save you from any social faux pas you might make now you’re getting older. Teenagers speak in tongues, but Will truly is as kind and funny as his brother described, and you never once feel like he’s looking down on you.

Talking to people is hard. You don’t really enjoy putting yourself out there, or making conversation with unfamiliar people, but Will is such a big part of Jonathan’s life that you’re more than glad to do it. You fight your shyness, and you’re still awkward, disjointed, under-versed in social norms, but you make do.

You get along. By the time his friends swing by to grab him for the roller derby, you’re feeling downright overjoyed.

You smile and wave at Will as he leaves. A weight falls off of your shoulders.

You haven’t half turned to Jonathan when you’re being apprehended. He pushes you down into the booth seat, lifted off of one thigh with his hands in your hair.

“You. are. amazing,” he praises, dotting kisses all over your face.

Your giggle are slow as thick honey, breathless when his fingers slide behind your ear. He anchors you in place; there’s no escape for you, your face perfectly tilted to receive his slow, appreciative kiss. You lavish in his tenderness, but soon remember where you are and duck away from him.

“I knew you’d be amazing,” he says, hand falling from the curve of your neck to clasp your forearm. He’s almost insistent in his praise. “Thank you, honey.”

You nod bashfully. “No problem,” you mumble.

Jonathan kisses your hot cheek. His affection makes it all worth it.

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[bloody-bee-tea]

In my bed

The only reason Suguru doesn’t stumble when Satoru suddenly drapes himself over his back, hanging off him like a monkey, is that Satoru has been doing it so often and so regularly that a part of Suguru expects this to happen at any given moment.

“Where are you going?” Satoru wants to know, at least keeping his voice appropriately low for how close he is to Suguru’s ear and Suguru sighs.

“Off to a mission, remember?” he asks and reaches up to flick Satoru’s forehead.

Yaga told them just a few hours ago during class after all. Satoru really shouldn’t have forgotten this already, but Suguru suspects it’s more that Satoru didn’t even listen in the first place.

“Without me?” Satoru gasps out and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“You have your own mission to go to, Satoru, please, at least try to pay attention to these things,” Suguru sighs out, even though he knows that it’s futile.

Satoru doesn’t care enough to listen to anything the higher-ups have to say and his track record sadly proves him right too, because so far he still excelled in everything they told him to do.

Honestly, it would be infuriating if Suguru didn’t like to see the higher-ups to struggle like they do with Satoru.

It’s one of his few sources of amusement in this school and so he shamelessly enables Satoru whenever he can.

“Bah, mission, schmission. I’ll be done in no time and then what do I do? Be bored to death?”

“You could always pick up a hobby,” Suguru suggests and Satoru makes a thoughtful noise.

“I do have a hobby, though,” he muses and Suguru knows the next words to come out of his mouth are going to be absolutely stupid because Satoru rubs his cheek against Suguru’s like an overgrown, overly affectionate cat. “My hobby is to pester you.”

“Wonderful,” Suguru deadpans and shoves Satoru’s face away, before he can turn fully red.

Satoru doesn’t need to see that.

“Hey,” Satoru exclaims, but he does slide off Suguru’s shoulder and Suguru absolutely refuses to admit that he misses the proximity. “But for real. How long will you take?” Satoru then asks, falling into step next to Suguru and their arms brush together.

It would be easy to reach out for Satoru’s hand, thread their fingers together, but Suguru pushes that thought far, far away. It’s just as easy for that small action to break their friendship and Suguru is not going to take that chance.

“Dunno. They booked a hotel room for me, though, so I’m guessing I won’t be back before tomorrow.”

“No,” Satoru whines out, dramatically dragging his hands over his face before he fixes Suguru with a desperate look. “You can’t leave me alone for that long, I’m going to die.”

It’s nice, to hear Satoru talk like that, because it means he really, honestly does enjoy Suguru’s company and what more can Suguru really wish for?

“A day won’t kill you,” Suguru still promises him. “Besides. You’ll be busy with your own mission and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Not true, I always know when you’re gone,” Satoru grumbles under his breath before he heaves out a sigh. “Fine, I guess, I’ll just wither away in solitude. I hope you remember me fondly if you find the time.”

“Unlikely,” Suguru shoots back and laughs when Satoru’s head flies around to him, his eyes big with surprise and faked hurt.

“You don’t love me at all,” he cries out, crashing into Suguru’s side and slinging his arms around his middle, completely at odds with what he’s saying. “Why are you being so mean to me?”

“Making it easier for you to last a day without me,” Suguru gives back and then pats Satoru’s head with a sigh. “If you wither away, I’ll be devastated. Who’s going to keep me entertained then?” he asks and his heart doesn’t stutter in his chest when Satoru blinks up at him.

“Fair,” he shortly gives back, but shows no intention at all to move away from Suguru.

Suguru doesn’t let that stop him, though, because he has a mission to go to and the sooner he gets started on that, the sooner he’ll be back.

And besides—

“You act as if you’re the only one who is being left alone.”

It’s the closest he’ll come to saying that he’s going to miss Satoru, too, because it will make him insufferable should Suguru ever put that into actual words, but Suguru knows that Satoru understands him when he smushes his face into Suguru’s chest.

“Good,” he mutters but he doesn’t actually say anything else until they reach the entrance of the school.

“This is where I leave now,” Suguru tells him and extracts himself out of Satoru’s clutches. “Behave until I come back, will you?”

“So you mean to tell me I’m not allowed to wreak havoc and chaos on the school?” Satoru blinks at him innocently and Suguru laughs.

“Please let there be a place for me to come back to once I finished my mission.”

“Only because you said please,” Satoru decides and then slaps Suguru’s back. “Be safe.”

“I will. You, too,” Suguru gives back because Satoru does have his own mission to get to and Suguru doesn’t care if he has Infinity or not.

He always tells Satoru to be safe, too.

“Sure thing,” Satoru salutes him and then marches right off, as if the entire previous conversation didn’t happen and it doesn’t matter to him at all if Suguru stays or leaves.

Good thing Suguru knows him better than that; he knows Satoru hates to be the one being left, so he makes sure to always leave first and Suguru is more than willing to wait the extra minute until Satoru disappears behind a building.

It’s only then that he gets going himself.

~*~*~

Suguru is beat when he drags himself back to the school. There might have been a hotel room waiting for him, but the curse was a pesky little thing, annoying the hell out of him and leading him in circles for the better part of the night, so Suguru didn’t get a wink of sleep.

He swears he can hear his bed calling out to him from where he’s standing and he doesn’t have it in him to inform Satoru that he’s back first.

Suguru face-plants into his bed the moment it’s in reach and he swears he falls asleep right then and there.

The last thing he remembers thinking is that his bed smells like Satoru, which must be a trick of his sleep-deprived senses and then that familiar scent is what tips him over the edge to sleep.

He wakes up with Satoru’s scent in his nose as well and it makes his chest ache with longing, even though it’s probably still a figment of his imagination.

There’s no way his bed should smell like Satoru after all.

~*~*~

“Another over-night mission?” Satoru idly asks him, spinning a pen over his fingers.

It’s making Suguru a little bit dizzy, trying to follow it with his eyes and so he’s thankful for Satoru’s distraction.

“Yeah, apparently. What, you going to cry yourself to sleep if I’m not there?” he asks, because for all that Satoru is named the trouble maker of the duo, Suguru damn well knows how to needle him on as well.

He smiles when the pen hits him squarely in the chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smugly says and fights the urge to pinch Satoru’s cheeks when he puffs them up.

“Dream on,” he replies, flopping down over the table. “It’s just—quiet when you’re not here,” he then admits and Suguru sighs.

“Good thing you talk a lot then, isn’t it?”

“But who am I going to talk to? Shoko? She’s going to slice me neatly in half, Infinity be damned,” Satoru gives back and it does make Suguru feel a little bit bad, hearing how dejected Satoru is.

“It’s just one night, Satoru,” he says and slides his fingers into Satoru’s hair, scratching at his scalp. “I’ll be back before you know it, promise.”

“One night is very long,” Satoru mutters, but doesn’t move his head away. “Make sure to be here early, tomorrow. Not like the last time.”

“It wasn’t my choice to run around a stupid curse for the entire night,” Suguru mildly reminds him. “I don’t like being away for too long either.” Being away from you, he doesn’t say.

“Okay,” Satoru gives back, as if that reassurance was all he needed and neither of them mentions Suguru’s hand still in Satoru’s hair, even as they fall silent.

It’s a nice thing to do, right before a mission, Suguru thinks and wonders if he’ll get Satoru to allow him this again in the future.

~*~*~

Suguru comes back in the middle of the night. This curse was decidedly easier to deal with and Suguru would rather sleep at home, in his own bed, than some random hotel room, so he decided to sacrifice an hour of sleep in favour of getting home early.

Everything on campus is dark, which was to be expected; what was not to be expected though, is what Suguru finds in his room.

Because his bed is decidedly not empty when he gets close to it.

Satoru is soundly asleep in it, limbs closely tucked to himself and his face buried in Suguru’s pillow and Suguru thinks back to the last time he came back from a mission.

He had thought his bed had smelled like Satoru then, but he had put it off as a hallucination of his sleep addled mind. Clearly he was wrong to do so.

Suguru sighs with exhaustion. There are three things he can do now: wake Satoru up and make him go back to his own room, go to Satoru’s room and sleep there or simply slide into bed with Satoru because it is, after all, his own.

Normally, Suguru would never consider the last option, because what if Satoru freaks out when he wakes up only to find Suguru in bed with him, but Satoru is literally in his bed right now, so clearly he doesn’t mind too much.

Suguru’s heart beats fast in his chest because surely this must mean something to Satoru as well and maybe it’s not all that one sided, like Suguru had always thought.

But that’s a problem for tomorrow, Suguru then decides and slides right in next to Satoru. He doesn’t so much as stir with the movement, but he does curl a little bit closer to Suguru and Suguru dares to shuffle in close, putting his arm around Satoru’s middle and resting their foreheads together.

He’s asleep in seconds, the soft sounds of Satoru’s breathing following him even into his dreams.

~*~*~

Suguru is rudely awoken by a startled yelp.

“What the fuck,” he hears Satoru mutter before he feels him scramble away and now that finally prompts Suguru to open his eyes.

“What are you doing?” he wants to know, refusing to raise his head because he’s warm and comfy and he wasn’t quite done with sleeping yet.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Satoru yells out as he presses himself against the wall.

“This is my bed, yes?” Suguru asks and watches in fascination how Satoru goes bright red in the face.

“You weren’t supposed to be back, yet,” he whispers out, the horror so very audible in his voice and Suguru snorts softly.

“No, shit. Now get back here, I was comfy and now I’m getting cold.”

“Get back?” Satoru asks, clearly not processing what Suguru wants from him and Suguru sighs before he reaches out, wrapping his hand around Satoru’s arm to tug him close again.

“Come here, Satoru,” Suguru says, not letting go until Satoru is crawling back under the blanket, though he seems cautious, his body all rigid lines as if he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

As if he’s waiting for Suguru to kick him out.

“Relax,” Suguru mutters, moving closer to Satoru. “Sleep some more.”

“Are you—going to kill me in my sleep?” Satoru finally asks, going a little pale around the nose and Suguru smiles at him.

“No.”

“Then you’re going to kick my ass once you’re fully rested?” Satoru asks next and Suguru sighs, dragging his eyes back open.

“Why do you want me to be mad so badly?”

“Because this is your bed?”

“Ah, so you do know that,” Suguru teases him and then decides to just fuck it.

He slings his arm around Satoru’s middle and pulls him close, slots him against the lines of his own body.

Satoru is stiff in his hold.

“Relax,” Suguru tries again. “I’m not mad.”

“If you’re not mad, then what are you?” Satoru whispers out, though he slowly relaxes in Suguru’s hold and Suguru hides his face in Satoru’s hair when he rests his hands carefully on Suguru’s chest.

“Happy,” Suguru gives back, nuzzling the top of Satoru’s head. “Thinking of sleeping like this every night.”

“You—I—” Satoru clearly doesn’t know what to say to that and normally Suguru would tease him for it, but he truly is too comfortable for that right now.

“I have missed you,” he says instead, because it’s true and it’s clearly what Satoru was feeling when he crawled into Suguru’s bed as well.

“I missed you, too,” Satoru quietly replies and Suguru nods, thought clearly Satoru is still not satisfied. Or maybe he’s still panicking, you never know with him. “It’s just—what does it mean, Suguru?” he asks, and Suguru hates to hear how his voice shakes over the question.

“I literally just said I want to sleep like this every night, with you, in my arms. What could it possibly mean, Satoru?” he gives back, because for all that he’s certain that Satoru feels the same as him, he can’t quite bring himself to say that he loves him.

Not yet, anyway.

“I see,” Satoru whispers out and then tilts his head to press a kiss to Suguru’s chin. “It means that you don’t mind that I’m here.”

It’s such an understatement that Suguru feels compelled to correct it.

“It means I love having you here.” I love you, he means and he guesses he got his meaning across when Satoru slowly grins at him.

“I love being here, too,” he gives back and Suguru kisses his forehead.

It’s all he can do right now, because he is still sleepy and comfortable and he knows that there could be no thought about sleep if he kisses Satoru on the lips right now, so he decides to schedule that for later, when they both wake up again.

“Sleep some more then,” Suguru tells him and Satoru immediately presses close, wriggles around like a happy cat until Suguru squeezes him in warning.

“Sleep,” he reminds him again and Satoru lets out a content sigh.

“Good night, Suguru,” he whispers out, his lips brushing against the skin of Suguru’s throat and Suguru thinks that Satoru must hear just how fast his heart is beating but he doesn’t comment on it.

Maybe because Suguru can feel Satoru’s heart beat just as fast and this time when Suguru falls asleep it’s with Satoru’s smell in his nose, his body in his arms and the knowledge that they’ll get to do this in the future again and again in his mind.

It’s the best sleep he’s ever gotten. (And waking up to kisses from Satoru is the best way to wake up as well.)

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #getting together #pining #fluff #cuddling and snuggling

[morrigan-reads]

Some Freely Available Arthurian Content

in my ongoing endeavour to dive down the rabbit hole that is arthuriana, i've been in pursuit of as much free and easy to access stuff as i can find. (shoutout to @fuckyeaharthuriana's big list, which has made this way easier!)

i haven't necessarily seen links to everything i have managed to put hands on, so i'm going to link a few things here in case they're helpful to anyone else. (plus then i can come back to this post in a few weeks when i've forgotten which things i've already tracked down, i have gone to download jaufry three times in the past month, before realising i already grabbed it. this should help, but probably not.)

Free to Download:

Geraint filius Erbin: [x] no idea the pedigree of this translation, but i think this is the one.

Tristan (Gottfried von Strassburg): Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] an older prose rendering, but check below for a more modern one.

Jaufre: [x] this has sweet gustave dore art (hence my trying to download it so often.)

Vulgate Cycle: [x] an abridged version of the lancelot, grail, and morte. an unabridged translation of the grail quest is here: [x] unabridged morte below.

La Pulzella Gaia: Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] a fan translation. very readable tho.

Cantare di Astore e Morgana: [x] another fan translation.

Eachtra an mhadra mhaoi/Eachtra Mhacaoimh-an-iolair: [x] some irish stories!

Layamon's Brut: Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x] Part 3: [x] an older translation, but most of the widely available translations though more modern are only the arthurian portion.

Open Library:

so, these aren't free to download, but if you make a free archive.org account you can check them out digitally for an hour. just be sure not to read this thread on reddit, because it'll tell you how to break the DRM and download them permanently.

there's a tonne more stuff on there, and you can check it out for free! just like a library. i'm a fan. here are just a few bits and pieces.

Erec/Iwein (Hartmann von Aue): [x]

Tristan (Gottfried von Strassburg): [x] includes fragments of the tristan of thomas of england.

Lanzelet: [x]

Vulgate Morte: [x]

Lancelot do Lac: [x] an abridged translation of the non-cyclic lancelot.

Prose Tristan: [x] an abridged translation.

Diu Crône: [x] my fave, not gonna lie.

The Knightly Tales of Sir Gawain: [x] this is a collection of gawain stories (my beloved ladies' knight.) contains the carl of carlisle, the adventures at tarn wadling, golagros and gawain, the avowing of arthur, and dame ragnell - plus some more!

Bonus: Le Morte d'Arthur: Norton Critical: [x] Armstrong: [x] Lumiansky: [x] i know everyone knows how and where to read some version of malory. but these three are my personal faves. the norton critical is, by my understanding, the standard edition of the text. the armstrong and lumiansky are modern english versions, but translations unlike the retellings of most people. i have the lumiansky in print (because it was, like, ten dollars second-hand) and i quite enjoy it, and the dorsey armstrong is also very good (i haven't actually read it cover to cover yet, but i have enjoyed all i have read of it!)

i will come back and add anything new and interesting i find links to! currently trying to find a clearnet link to some dissertations that i have institutional access to through my uni that contain translations, and i'm actually working on some translations of my own that i plan on releasing for free somewhere eventually.

#arthuriana #she speaks #morrigan reads #reference

[badassxbirdy]

March Activity Update - Pinned Post

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This one includes posts and drafts for January and February. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

Housekeeping

My beloved Rookito has set up a gofundme. Please go and take a look!

New year, new avatar. Thanks to all who voted in the poll.

Thank you for the lovely birthday messages and pet pics! ❤️

I scored a cheap laptop in the boxing day sales! 🥳 As well as it making a lot of things in my life generally easier, I’ll now have proper access for those months I spend away from home.

I’m so still getting notifications for old tags instead of getting newer ones. See this post. If you tag me in a thing, please also DM it.

I've made some changes to the guidlines page, primarily about FC's. Please take a look, or see this post.

Still figuring out meds and other treatment, and still dealing with some intense irl responsibilities, so thread replies will happen when they happen. I’m trying to put less pressure on myself, but as an anxious human and chronic people pleaser it’s a struggle. 😂

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

@astormymind

Library ghost with Finn (queued)

@beastbitten

Awkward first meeting is awkward. (link)

@demonstigma

Threatening speech workshop? 😂 (link)

@demcnsinmymind

At the motel (link)

Now kisth! (queued)

Taking Lance on a hunt (queued)

Azzy proves a point (queued)

Doing Lance’s hair (queued)

An unwanted visitor, and Ty finds out the boy has powers (queued)

Car trouble (queued)

@derschwarzeengel

Vampire Damon (link)

Damon actually talks about his trauma! 😱 (link)

Sick Tyler = sulking Tyler (link)

Judging 50 shades (link)

“She’s a ghost AND a bitch!” (link)

@destroyerscved

Magical bean juice (link)

@discipulusmaleficus

Abandoned house (link)

@florafound

Important hot sauce discussions (link)

@hvbris

Tyler really said 👁️👄👁️ at Wednesday (link)

Tyler meets Hook (queued)

An appointment with Dr. Soliman (queued)

@imprvdente

FBI!Fish and human!Ty at the motel (link)

@innerwar

Jokes with charm (link)

Attempting to babysit Jude/the Doctor (link)

@kxllerblond

Attempted bribery (link)

@loyaltyguided

Birthday cuteness! (link)

@magaprima

Demon problems (link)

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (queued)

@nightiingaled

The return of Moros (link) (link) (link) and (link)

Injured Killian (link)

Proteus is baby (link)

@pantslessoptimism

dumbass teens and canniball ghosts (link)

@thatslayer

Ty and Faith both say 😠 (link)

@vyrulent

Ty meets Orobus Jones! (link)

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

How adorable are you? (link)

Thread commentaries (link)

Tag! - TyMel mischief (link)

What does love feel like to you? (link)

I think that’s everything! I may actually be up to date for once??? This hasn't happened in around a century, I'm in shock. As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and stay safe! ❤️ — Em

#activity update #pinned post

[phoenix-flamed]

Infodump headcanon post time! I'll break it up by verse, to make it easier to keep track of.

So when it comes to my Elwin Survives AUs, there's two branching verses stemming from the same plot point -- From the Fire, and Embers and Ashes, with From the Fire actually being this blog's default verse. In both cases, Elwin is resurrected at Phoenix Gate, blah blah blah, you (probably) know the story by now, so I won't reiterate it. Where the verses diverge is what happens after he's taken prisoner back to Sanbreque, Branded, and made into a Bearer.

In both verses, Elwin adopts a new identity, aka Miles.

In the verse From the Fire, he's sold to someone of lesser standing in Oriflamme, to act as just another nameless worker under them, until after a few years -- for one reason or another -- he's sold again, and the cycle repeats over and over until he and his fellow batch of Bearers are eventually liberated by Cursebreakers and taken to Hideaway.

The exact details of this verse vary from thread to thread, whether it be the number of years he spends as a Bearer, how/when he's liberated, or when in the canonical events of the game he ends up at Hideaway, etc. But the more or less constants of it are that he is liberated from Sanbreque and taken to Hideaway, where he, upon learning the full extent of Cid's plans, chooses to have his brand removed and join as a Cursebreaker. For Cid's cause, and for the sake of helping others, he will use every skill and resource at his disposal.

In the verse Embers and Ashes, Elwin is instead forced into being a Bearer in the Holy Empire's royal palace, under ownership of House Lesage. In this verse, he is not usually liberated -- not unless a specifically plotted thread calls for it. After Oriflamme's Mothercrystal is destroyed, and Sanbreque invades and takes over The Crystal Dominion, Miles is, along with the rest of the royal family's Bearers, relocated there, where he continues to serve until Bahamut's destruction of Twinside. Miles attempts to get to and rescue Anabella and Olivier in the chaos; unless plotted otherwise, he fails to reach them in time.

So from here, I'm gonna wordvomit about my plans??? (tentatively speaking) for where I see Elwin/Miles going after the end of the game's events. Please bear in mind that while I've been talking to Krissy about this and making plans for where our threads will eventually take her Ana and my Elwin in terms of story, the actual open verse plot will be generalized for ease of interactions! (But you're always welcome to let me know if you want a specific chain of events to happen, or if you'd like to pop into the particular "verse" that I have with another roleplay partner, provided they're okay with it too!)

From the Fire: In general, Elwin/Miles in this verse can usually be found at Hideaway, or dispatched out to places like Martha's Rest, Eastpool, and especially Twinside after its destruction. After the game's canonical end, his primary focus starts off being with helping the survivors at Twinside get back up onto their feet, or at least into a better place with regards to picking their lives back up. He will work with anyone and everyone who is willing to help supply aid and resources towards stabilizing and restoring the city, and is more than happy to carry out tasks, fulfill requests, and so on in exchange for the aid rendered. Once he knows Twinside is going to be alright, he'll start going from there back over to Rosarian territory, to help out in Eastpool and Martha's Rest as well, while keeping in contact with Hideaway all the while. Ideally, I can see him becoming another one of "Cid"'s many "friends"/connections, and by that point he's probably way more open when it comes to who he actually is, given that there's no longer the looming threat to innocent people to worry about ala Anabella and other influential conspirators.

Embers and Ashes: After the destruction of Twinside, Miles is at a loss for what to do with regards to finding a purpose. He has, after all, spent so many long years as a slave, with his focus being on amassing information and helping his fellow Bearers in every way that he's able, even if it's at the expense of his own curse spreading. In this verse, since he was never liberated by Cursebreakers, he by default has no connection to Hideaway, unless decided otherwise for a specific thread plot. Ideally, what I'd like for him to do is help out around Twinside for a while, then finally head home to Rosaria -- most specifically, either Martha's Rest or Eastpool. If Martha's Rest, he'll join the rest of the displaced Bearers in being relocated to Eastpool; if Eastpool right off the bat, then awesome, that cuts out the middle-man! As the need for defending Eastpool grows, he'll come to realize that he still does have a purpose in life, and that purpose is exactly what it's always been, which is to help those in need. And so to this end, he'll take up the sword and work with Sir Wade and The Guardians of the Flame to rebuild Eastpool into a haven for the former Bearers. Once again, with Anabella and co. no longer a threat, he will be far more likely to reveal his identity, especially given who The Guardians of the Flame are and who it is specifically that's been helping them.

His specialties lie with being a soldier, rather than being a ruler -- so bearing this in mind, he'll want to be doing things like shoring up defenses for the various locations, culling beasts that roam too close to the perimeters, training and arming others for combat so that they can defend against any threats, organizing the exchange of goods and resources between the different settlements, relaying information between locations, and escorting supply trains to ensure that they get where they're needed without issue.

While he does undeniably have a strong desire to see Rosaria brought back to life, he has no intention of restoring the duchy, or at the very least no intention of pressing for House Rosfield to reclaim its rule.

#Headcanons #Fates Foretold: Spoilers #blergh I am so sorry to any of you who actually read all of this #But yeah these are like the overarching verses which can then be tweaked based on unique situations and circumstances per muses involved

[merrock]

ISSUES WITH ACTIVITY!

Mornin', Merrockites! Taking a small break from talking about volunteer week to address the activity notifications. This isn't a glitch/bug, but rather something that Tumblr recently changed (another post here!) -- hopefully with enough feedback, they will see that this is actually detrimental to a lot of people who use their site and change it back, but! Essentially notifications were ... jumbled, to say the least.

In the meantime, we are just asking you guys to be vigilant and careful with replies. If you notice someone has missed something, reach out to them, but also be responsible on your own end! Some things we suggest:

check dash when you can, and draft replies from there. we know that everyone does not have the time to do this all day long, but sometimes even five minutes can catch you up on a day's worth, and help you not miss anything.

subscribe to threads you are a part of, to get notifications. (this method supposedly works!) but please note that the admins have not had a chance to try this out -- I'm not sure what other notifications you might get! this might work best for closed/private threads, more so than opens with others replying.

tag the character you are replying to so that if they check their activity tab, they have a notification! you might not get the pop-up notification, but it should show in your activity feed. (for the time being, if you want to be doubly sure they see it, this might be your best option, and is the most recommended by others!)

track your threads somehow. whether it be with a thread tracker, bookmarking them so you can browse through (ex: bookmarking your writing partner's tagging system for that thread so you can see if they've replied), or just jotting down somewhere who you have threads with.

While we very much so want you guys to reach out to each other and give gentle nudges, I also want to discourage players from throwing in the towel and solely relying on everyone to come to you. But if we all make an effort to just try to keep track of where things are, and implement some of the above methods / ideas, I think we will be just fine (and who knows, maybe Tumblr will fix the situation). Have patience with one another, and please have patience with us, as your admins, as we work hard to help you guys with this.

As a sidenote, we will not be doing an activity check this weekend as planned, as we want to give you guys the chance to mess around with things, get adjusted, see if you need to make any changes to make life easier for you! If you have any questions, concerns or on the flip side, have any ideas to help out, or hear anything through the grapevine, don't hesitate to come drop a bug in our ears! xx

#merrockadmin

[primowishes]

Some Thoughts on Dottore: Combat

In this thread, I was playing around with some ideas on how Dottore might fight, so gonna leave my thoughts down below. Will be adjusted if we get something more canon, but I had to make a decision at some point here.

He avoids combat where possible because he thinks it's beneath him.

In the manga, he has like a thing that shoots at Diluc, and so I generalized it to basically "summoning constructs". A polearm isn't something he's particularly adept in, but my Dottore sort of developed this enjoyment of having subjects pinned down or otherwise immobilized. Stabbed through, strapped down, basically on display the way that you would pin a butterfly to a board for the same purpose.

Having something that shoots is just something I took from the manga. I liked the idea of it being connected to him somehow. Telepathic link sort of? He doesn't have to look in the direction it's shooting, but it does make things a whole lot easier when he fixes his attention upon his target.

He doesn't avoid personally attacks. He uses the summoned weapons to block or to divert attack trajectories. In the rare occasions that he does fight, this is typically sufficient.

Admittedly, I sort of got the claymore as a main weapon of his from artwork, but I've lost track of it. It's been a long time since I've seen it. I think it was on Instagram? But it's something he can wield directly, although he would avoid doing so because it's just... so inelegant of him to use such a heavy weapon.

But he exclusively wields it in "second phase" form, which I took a lot of liberties with.

Hydro Delusion: I sorta borrowed from the fact that the Tsaritsa gave a Cryo Delusion to Signora that chilled her flames. Younger Dottore is pretty unhinged, and segments drawn from it maintain the same tendencies. Older Dottore is better able to keep his composure, and it's also in part to his Hydro Delusion that cools his quick temper, in a way that you use water to cool a nuclear reactor specifically.

He has a short invulnerable form that sorta breaks down his body, and beneath it he's obscured by water around him. Technically it's not invulnerable, but he's highly agile and it's extremely difficult to hit him like that. His attacks with the claymore are direct, fluid, and hit incredibly hard. He also increasingly loses his composure and I would say he turns rather bestial.

Extended battles with him in second phase form will become increasingly unfavorable for his opponent, because he will get quicker and his attacks will get heavier and he's unlikely to tire before his opponent. And the more seriously he takes his opponent, the less likely he is to leave openings that can be taken. His abilities are on the level of gods.

For Wrenn in the thread, his own hubris was genuinely a major factor in his death. He expected Wrenn to be as malleable as ever, through fear or otherwise. He wasn't watching for the first attack and the Electro weakened his body through his chest/torso. He also believed he had completely put Wrenn's injured arm out of commission, and if not for the Anemo in Wrenn's blast that happened to enter through his mouth and ruptured his already-weakened lungs, or if Dottore had taken him more seriously as a threat, then Wrenn wouldn't have beaten him

#m: dottore #dottore: cd tag #ooc #i said this would be a short post and i lied

[cha-melodius]

RWRB and Man from UNCLE crossover... go! (Modern or Cold War AU!)

Hello anon, and sorry for taking forever to answer this. When you sent this ask back in last October I was in the doldrums of writing Nova, Baby, a little stuck. I'd shared some snippets previously, which might have been what inspired this ask, but I didn't want to dive into this ask knowing that I was nowhere near posting the story. Then I didn't want to answer it until I'd actually finished posting the fic so that people would have a chance to read it. Because this ask is a lot easier to contemplate when you make it a crossover between Alex and Henry as spies, rather than something like canon!

Ok, bumping UNCLE up to a modern setting and having Alex & Henry tangle with them on some mission would be fun for sure. For some reason I'm picturing the UNCLE crew as older in this situation though, like in their 40s or early 50s. They've been working together for at decade or two, been around the block quite a few times, and suddenly these two young agents show up in the middle of an operation, mucking things up. Maybe Alex has even heard rumors about an art-thief-turned-CIA-agent, but he didn't really think they were true. Also I'm amusing myself thinking about Waverly having some history with the Mountchristen family, having been British Naval Intelligence but not part MI6, so when he realizes who Henry is he's like "Oh Christ, NO." 😂 This would definitely happen sometime in the middle of the events of Nova, Baby, amongst A&H's various undescribed missions together.

I'm even more intrigued by setting this during the cold war though, which I guess makes the RWRB part an AU of an AU, lol. More thoughts below the break!

Ok, Alex is CIA, right? What if he's actually part of the extraction in Berlin? Not a big part, just one of the other agents hanging around at the safehouse later. Point is, he knows Napoleon. Not well, but he's familiar. Alex has mixed feelings about Napoleon because on one hand he's a very prolific criminal who got a pretty decent deal to get out of prison, but on the other, Sanders treats him like shit and from what little they've interacted he seems like an ok guy. This also means Alex hears about Illya and the chase through East Berlin and everything. Of course he's not part of the mission in Rome, and after that he loses track of Napoleon for a while, not knowing that he's now part of this independent spy agency, working with the very man who chased him down in East Berlin.

Ok, fast forward a few years. Alex & Henry have already been forced into a partnership. Napoleon & Illya are working together (with Gaby) for UNCLE. No one is together in any way, but safe to say there's some pining going on lol. In the midst of a mission in Bolivia, A&H end up at odds with a giant Russian agent—bad news. They didn't realize the KGB was involved (spoiler alert: they're not). It's a pretty bad misunderstanding, and thing go south VERY quickly. Then, suddenly, Napoleon Solo shows up, throwing himself in the line of fire, risking his own life to protect this Russian agent. Alex is completely befuddled. He thinks maybe Napoleon isn't CIA anymore (well, it's complicated), that he defected. It takes a while to convince him otherwise.

Turns out they've been following two different threads that lead to the same baddie, so they need to work together. Easier said than done—Illya is, as always around new people, grumpy and forbidding. Maybe Alex catches glimpses of him around Napoleon when they think no one is watching, and it's shocking (because he's secretly a giant Russian lost puppy, natch). Henry is pretty skeptical about all of this but he'll do anything for Alex (though not without complaining), so he goes along with it. Meanwhile, Alex and Napoleon kinda bond during this time. Ooh, maybe they cook together, both being really into cooking, and we get a very absurd scene of Illya and Henry both being jealous (for no good reason, of course) and trying not to show it.

More random thoughts: idk how it would happen but we definitely need Nora and Gaby to meet, because they'd get along like a house on fire. What if, in this universe, instead of playing James Bond, Arthur Fox was basically Ian Fleming? Maybe Waverly even knew him during the war!

Ok, I'm going to stop now, but thank you for the ask, anon, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to it!

#napollya #firstprince #tmfu #rwrb #nova baby #rwrb spy au #tmfu aus #napoleon x illya #red white and royal blue #the man from uncle #the man from u.n.c.l.e. #headcanons and aus #asks and answers

[fabiansociety]

we've learned a lot about musicals from this 100moviemusicals project, i think? specifically about the different subgenres of musicals, which weren't necessarily clear to me before. we never did get a scream style "this is what this form is about" movie, which i think is a shame — i had hoped that would be schmigadoon (or even the guy who didn't like musicals), but really neither of those projects are about musicals as intensely as any number of process musicals are. but it would be interesting to take another pass at this list with those subgenres in mind.

so, for example, you can break musicals down into several oppositional categories: song/dance, process/spontaneous, drama/comedy, exoteric/esoteric, that sort of thing. you want examples from each category from each decade, to show the evolution of the various forms across time, but that's not something we knew enough about to do at the start of the project… particularly sense a lot of the musicals that tend to break big combine multiple of those categories, which muddles things coming in.

so, to take a couple of specific examples, the elvis presley vehicle King Creole (which is incredible, and directed by the phenomenal Michael Curtiz) is a song process exoteric drama of a musical, since it's primarily about singing, the songs happen diagetically and usually as explicit performances, it's drawing on musical styles that originated outside of musical theater, and it ends with a death. beauty in the beast is a song spontaneous esoteric comedy, because the songs dominate over the dancing, the songs occur nondiagetically and without preparation, the music comes from within the theatrical tradition, and it ends with a marriage or the promise of one. the labels are contingent, but you get the idea

having these loose categories makes it easier to think about how things are evolving, and to connect later films with earlier ones more robustly (that's genre, baybee); you don't *need* the labels to understand that All The Jazz is in a lineage with Gold Diggers of 1933 and Step Up, but it makes it easier to realize that it's not in the same relationship with Love Me Tonight or Rent.

there's also something to dig into around the difference between high budget and low budget musicals. while that isn't as profound a gap as in horror—musicals demand a higher budgetary floor than horror—there's a pretty distinct difference in the musicals that are produced as blockbusters and the ones that aren't, and that's also worth keeping a thread of across the decades. movie musicals were frequently at the forefront of technical innovation, pushing the envelope with sound, scope (both within and without the camera), and color, and that means you can frequently see the raggedness of that progress, in the same way you can track the advances in CGI through the action blockbusters of the last thirty years. while the big budget musicals are frequently pretty bad in the way that big expensive musicals are pretty bad, i feel like i've learned a lot from that badness; it's easier to see on these older movies and in a genre that's mostly fallen out of blockbuster fashion than it is on movies that come out today.

the project has been worthwhile on its own merits, of course — there've been a lot of great movies that we saw because we were doing this that i would have never seen otherwise (Umbrellas of Cherbourg, Victor/Victoria, Idlewild, Bugsy Malone, Head, The Pajama Game, i could go on) — so it's not like anything needs to come out of this for it to have been worthwhile, but it's hard to not look back at the project and think, oh, we could do this so much better now

#100 movie musicals

[brokebarista]

✨️Light, an underrated Cantrip✨️

Light is a cantrip that I always grab when I am playing a spellcaster (especially one without Darkvision). This spell has TONS of uses and overall is a very fun spell. I've compiled a bunch of uses that I can think of for one of my favorite cantrips.

Before that! I am going to put the description of Light here:

You touch one object that is no larger than 10 feet in any dimension. Until the spell ends, the object sheds bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. The light can be colored as you like. Completely covering the object with something opaque blocks the light. The spell ends if you cast it again or dismiss it as an action.

If you target an object held or worn by a hostile creature, that creature must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw to avoid the spell.

Without further ado, here we go!

A source of light underwater!

Signaling messages to another person silently (i.e., green light=all clear, red light=enemy ahead)

A guard distraction! Light a pebble and chuck it down a hallway. Make it an orange light to make it seem like there's a fire.

Create a poor man's Bullseye lantern by Lighting a small object and covering it with your hands. Also good for signaling without giving away your position.

Have a dark pit? Light a pebble and drop it down so you can see how deep it is.

Have a party member hold a Lighted item, then drop the spell to signal them to do a coordinated attack!

Make an item glow red, cover all but a tiny hole, and you've got a laser pointer.

Can't find firewood? Is your firewood too wet? You've got an (almost) resourceless source of light!

Feign a magic item by making it glow. Use this for scamming someone, intimidation, and more!

Cast Light on a retreating creature to follow them easier

Delight children by making their toy glow their favorite color!

Light an arrow, shoot it into an enemy. If they turn invisible, you've got a glowing arrow to give you their location!

Dark vision does not let you see colors, and is negatively impacted with dim light. Light is here to help you out!

This one depends on your DM, but Light a spool of thread, and you've got 30 feet of light to string around your camp! The downside is that you realistically need to roll it back up after an hour to relight it.

Going back to the Spool of Light, you can use it to leave a glowing trail behind you!

You can use it as a timer! Light an item, and you'll know when an hour is up. Great for tracking watch shifts, baking bread, and how long someone has been gone.

You can time a spell affect! If you have a spell that lasts an hour or more, the light spell can give you an indication of how long you have left on the spell! Cast Light 5 minutes before casting a spell that lasts an hour, and you've got a 5 minute warning before it drops.

Ward off a creature that is affected by bright light!

Get a scroll case, put a Lit pebble inside, and you've got a flashlight! Bonus if you put a mirror at the back of it to make it brighter!

This also depends on your DM, but if you cast Light on a stick of chalk, charcoal, or pencil, you could write glowing messages that last up to an hour! These things write by rubbing off part of itself onto surfaces. The spell does not say that Light ends if the item breaks, so RAW, I say that this works. But again, up to your DM!!

For an even bigger distraction, put a Lit pebble in an opaque, breakable container. Think: bottle painted black. Toss it into a dark room, and you've got a loud noise, and a bright flash of light. Good signal too!

Light is a fun cantrip to roleplay your caster practicing! Chilling at camp, your caster could practice turning a rock red, then purple, then blue, etc.

Pull a Mushu, use Light to cast a larger shadow and seem bigger to enemies around the corner

Use it to make shadow puppets!

Similar to the Spool of Light, you can cast it on a coil of rope and uncoil it to light your descent! A coiled 50ft rope fits within the 10ft cube dimension for the spell!

That's all I can think of at the moment! Feel free to add more in the tags! Thank you for all who've read this and I hope it helps you in your adventures!

#dungeons and dragons #Light #Light Cantrip #Cantrip #spellcasting #DnD #D&D #dnd stuff #dnd tips

[coastalqueries]

I think it's funny how people pretend that a) users of one form of social media have consistent characteristics, especially when that social media is as big as for instance twitter, and b) people aren't out here using different websites/apps simultaneously.

It has been far more difficult to sustain a conversation on tumblr and takes a lot more commitment, whereas on twitter I can casually respond to someone and track the conversation in a thread. On the other hand if I'm looking for writing, visual art, video, or music, it's a lot more saturated here on tumblr. I don't have to follow a huge thread to read one person making an extended point or telling a story, and it's much easier to collaborate in a way that other people can follow. One can't really substitute for the other.

Also I've been using both off and on since they first took off in the aughts, so I'd say I'm pretty familiar with both (although I'm only just returning from an extended tumblr break) and there is no one culture at either. Different people/communities use them in ways that make sense for them.

#might delete this later it's not really something I care about enough to Feature on my Blog #I just keep seeing posts recommended to me about Twitter Users vs Reddit Users vs Tumblr users and I'm like #first of all why does tumblr think I want to see it #second of all that's laughably incorrect

[blackstarmylove]

My Secret HCs: C Version

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: None

Warning: All of these are purely HCs with no evidence to back them up.

Requested by: Potato

Prompt: Do you have any BSTS HCs that either no one has asked for or you've been keeping close to your chest? If so, care to share? 

A/N: Some of these are not secrets but shhhh, and some might get into the theory territory. 

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Kasumi, by profession, is a secret agent of some sort. His training as a spy taught him to keep a low profile and can move around/appear out of nowhere without getting detected.

He also keeps track of the movements of all the members in Starless, where they go, what they do, who they call, and so on. He has a room in his home that looks like an obsession wall straight out of a movie - papers, newspaper clippings, stick notes on the wall with red threads connecting everything. That’s how he keeps track of everyone in Starless.

He has a photographic memory and good memory in general. That's why he can learn the dance moves and scripts of all teams in Starless.

The reason he helps Unei is to see the “inside” details of Starless, including accounts, profits, where the money goes, if there are any suspicious transactions, and so on. Getting information out of Unei is also a lot easier than getting Haseyama or Takami to talk.

Kasumi is the type of office worker who brings donuts from his co-workers. He wants to stay in everyone’s good books, but at the same time, he doesn’t get buddy-buddy with anyone to maintain his low profile.

He has a second job not to make money, but to make people see him as a normal salaryman type of guy. This makes it easier for him to get away with suspicious/spy-related things.

Mokuren experienced a traumatic event in their childhood, and their only source of happiness was seeing people dance. That’s why they are obsessed with dancing and use it as a coping mechanism. This is the reason why Mokuren got mad at Kokuyou for trying to control their dancing abilities - for Mokuren, dancing means freedom. 

Mokuren’s kitchen is filled to the brim with food, including their kitchen cabinets and drawers. 80% of their monthly budget is dedicated to food.

They don't have any friends outside of Starless because they don't trust anyone and would much rather stay alone than get betrayed. 

When Qu and Maica were growing up, Qu used Maica’s face as a canvas to perfect his makeup skills. He would also dress Maica up all the time, and Maica couldn’t bring himself to say no. 

As kids, Qu and Maica would dress like twins all the time. 

Qu was always soft-spoken and got picked on in school, but Maica would always protect him. That’s how Maica learned to throw punches. 

He would take Maica’s mom’s heels and wear them all the time around the house. 

It takes A LOT for Qu to get mad, but when he loses his temper, all hell breaks loose.

Hari’s father has kept him away from the public eye/media since he was a child so that his enemies can’t hurt him. That’s why he can work at Starless without anyone recognizing him. 

Hari’s father has always been a controlling man, and that’s why Hari wants to do things his father wouldn’t approve of - get a motorcycle, join an underground theater restaurant, learn how to dance, and give more preference to his dreams. 

Hari secretly looks up to Kokuyou because he wants to be a badass rebel like Team W’s leader. 

His family has hired bodyguards for him, but he always finds a way to keep them busy when he needs to come to Starless. His team members know about this and help him out when needed by covering his shifts.

He is more and more intrigued by everything going on in Starless with MC, the organization, death of the investigator but also knows the more he crawls down the rabbit hole, the more difficult it will be for him to climb back out. He wants to use his father's connections to figure out what exactly is going on and is waiting for the right time. 

Zakuro hasn’t fully lost his memories and is playing his cards carefully. For some reason, I get a feeling that Zakuro is on Kei’s side (from Kei’s words when Zakuro entered Starless) but he’s putting on an act. 

He and Kei learned to sing in the same school/academy, and that’s how they met. Zakuro took a liking to Kei, but Kei wanted nothing to do with him. At first, Kei would ignore him but eventually gave up and tuned Zakuro out. 

Zakuro really likes people who are serious/grumpy/easily annoyed types and gets a huge kick out of bothering them - Sin, Kei, Kokuyou, Mokuren, Maica, Rico, and Mizuki. On to flip side, Zakuro hates dealing with people who are too innocent or clueless because they make his head spin - Gui, Sinju, Taiga, Ginsei, and Akira.

Behind his playful/cunning mask, Zakuro is desperately searching for his memories and has moments when he wonders if he’s forgetting something or someone important. 

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[dustedmagazine]

the sheaves — Excess Death Cult Time (Minimum Table Stacks)

We can’t seem to find a photo of the sheaves, but this came up in the image search. 

Excess Death Cult Time by the sheaves

If you’re going to compare the sheaves to the Fall, fair enough, but let’s be clear. The reference point is not the hooky, keyboard-lighted Fall of the Brix years, they of “C.R.E.E.P.” and “Cruiser’s Creek.”  No, this is more like the late dystopic Fall, the slurry, spitty years following Country on the Click, where Mark E. Smith drawled madly on over disintegrating textures of rock-adjacent guitar noise. Like end-stage Fall, the sheaves are always falling apart, always dissolving into chemicals, always losing the thread. Listening to Excess Death Cult Time is like trying to make sense of a dream you’re having, not later, but while it’s still going on.

The title track, for instance, starts with a bass haring off in an indeterminant direction, and someone coughing. Soon, two more guitars are at it, noodling high and not in any recognizable key, at odds with one another, but possibly making the convergent points. (Imagine a bar fight where two drunks are yelling at each other at increasing volume but, weirdly, yelling the same thing.) The drums very nearly hold things together, or at least keep them in the same room, but chaos roils underneath, always ready to spew up out of the murk. And over all this, the singer, drones disconsolately, his voice discernible mostly as a buzz but occasionally taking shape in words, i.e., “Are you losing your hair, it’s passing you by, it’s passing you by, it’s a lovely excess death cult time.” The song is a mess of sharp-edged parts clanking together.

This is a band not afraid to try out a song called “Guitar Wank,” which, true to its name, gives a pair of players license to do whatever the fuck, in concert and conflict with a high noodling keyboard, also wandering untethered. The song coalesces out of parts, taking shape from dream-like voices, doubled, but slightly out of sync, and a snaggle of intertwined dissonance. Imagine staring at tangled piles of junkyard wires until you can see the shapes of animals in them (and then staring longer, until these shapes disappear). This is what listening to “Guitar Wank” is like.

Not that it’s unpleasant, especially if you’ve been weaned on folk-noise-industrial eccentrics like Siltbreeze’s Pink Reason and CIA Debutant. If it were easier to get to the songs, you might not bother. Everybody loves a challenge. And so, perhaps, it’s worth mentioning that two songs on this disc come together right away, not exactly welcoming you in, but at least opening the door.  

“Hit Silly” is the real ringer here, with its rumbling shimmy of electric guitars and half swallowed vocals giving it a cracking, staticky sheen like early Guided by Voices. It’s considerable signal cuts through the noise. Indeed, it’s anthemic the way the guitar chords shift in inevitable ways. There’s a clear progression and none of the antic scrabbling in corners, the mumbled venom, the chaos.

“Lariat Slung” makes it a party, too, with its thundery bass and antic carnival keyboards. The singer elides and swallows the words, muttering ominously most of the time then breaking into startling clarity. “Oh there’s nothing to do, all of the time, oh say, I feel sick, all of the time.”  You might feel a little woozy yourself by this point, but in a good kind of way.

Jennifer Kelly

#the sheaves #excess death cult time #minimum table stacks #jennifer kelly #dusted magazine #albumreview #post-punk #The fall

[loyal-logik]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!

NAME:  Owl 

PRONOUNS: He/him. 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: If you’re mutuals, please feel free to ask for my disco/rd as I do prefer to communicate there. I’m in a different time zone since I’m in Australia, so I can’t always respond, at least if I’m on disco, then you generally know if I’m around or not. For those who I’m not mutual with, I’m happy to chat through IM’s here, and perhaps later add to discord :) 

NAME OF MUSE(s): I write Shockwave here and Megatron over at @warriorsparked​.

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  Oh man... maybe since... 2007 or so? Back when people Rped through notes on devART or MSN, or even email and forums lol. 

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  deviantART, MSN, Skype, email, forums, tumblr... I’m old lol. 

BEST EXPERIENCE: I would say my best experience has probably been over in the Dragon Age community (where I write my Inquisitor--altho he’s on a bit of a hiatus atm until I get muse for him again). I met a whole bunch of absolutely wonderful people there, and I think it’s been the less dramatic of fandoms I’ve written in. I want to say the TF fandom does hold a special place in my heart because it was my first big fandom when I was young and a growing artist and writer, and it’s inspired me so much to become a better writer as well, but I’ve also had some pretty ugly experiences in this fandom back in the day as well, as it was filled with a lot of immature people. It seems to have grown a lot and matures a lot since I took my break, though, so that’s been a welcoming experience. :) 

PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Not respecting people’s rules, being rude and manipulative, guilt tripping, then general manipulative behaviour and no go bullshit that most people don’t like. Also, I really don’t like when people vague blog about people, I think it’s childish. 

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  I like all for all different reasons :) I’m probably best at writing angst and smut, as it was my speciality back in the day lol, but I do love fluff as well. I love it all. Even better if there’s all three in the one thread lol. 

PLOTS OR MEMES:  Both! I’m pretty tired at the end of the day, so sometimes memes are a great ice breaker for interactions and something easy that I don’t have to think about, but in the long run, I really enjoy plots, something deep and descriptive to work with, a plan and an idea on where we’re heading and what may happen down the track. I love both because both have their places, but if you want the most out of my muses, then plots are definitely the way to go.  

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  Long. I prefer detail and something that I can work with. I personally find it VERY difficult to write just one line replies or just one paragraph, because I like going into detail about my muses and how they feel and react. If you give be one line back after I’ve written 3 paras... chances are I’m going to lose interest pretty damn quick. I love novella, so never be shy when it comes to writing lenghty replies with me! I seriously can’t work off short replies, and I do feel like I’m not getting as much out of the experience as I could be. But I totes understand if that isn’t how others prefer to write, it just means we’re not compatible, and that’s okay! There’s plenty of fish in the sea. :) 

BEST TIME TO WRITE:  I honestly prefer writing in the morning. I feel a lot fresher in the morning, which is why I don’t get much writing done on my work days--because I’m tired from work and can hardly human lol. If I can manage to do replies on my days off, earlier, I’ll feel very good about myself, but some days I just can’t when I get home from work, all I wanna do is eat and sleep lol. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  There’s definitely some parallels to both Shockwave and Megatron, for many different reasons. Am I a cool arse giant robot that can transform? Unfortunately... no. There’s a lot of things that I’ve gained inspiration from from personal experiences in my life for them both, many different and complex things. I think a lot of my social awkwardness and antisocial behaviour is definitely displayed in how I write Shockwave (I have aspergers and I do lean on that a little when writing Shockwave), and for Megatron, I think I express some of my more emotional side through, especially frustration personal trauma, but I believe all writers express themselves through their muses in one way or another.

Tagged by: No one, I stole from an old blog Tagging: You! Tag me so I can read :) 

#ooc #the mod #dash games