#Earth Girl Helen Brown

[aquariumdrunkard]

Earth Girl Helen Brown :: Feed Me

Earth, the most recent installment of Earth Girl Helen Brown’s series of planet themed EPs, dropped via cassette in May of 2021. As the literal Earth was still in deep covid-times, we didn’t lay ears on it for another six or so months. Glad we did (!) as the EP finds the Heidi Alexander-led group embracing all manner of sinuous funk, particularly on Earth’s second track, “Feed Me”. Reminiscent of ESG/Talking Heads/Slits, the near seven minute embrace drips with pathos as Alexander’s double tracked vox breathe in and out over a muscular bass line, polyrhythms, mellotron, sax, flute, Korg, and beyond.

#earth girl helen brown

[6thofapril1917]

Funny Girl

BLIND DATES FEST 2024

Introducing: Magdalena "Maggie" Zielinski (ft. Ken Lemmons) I'm so excited to be participating in @blind-dates-fest 2024! Thank you to @mercurygray for hosting. I didn't even realize this was happening until today, but I just knew I had to participate. Meet Maggie, your new favorite ground crew girl - I hope you guys love her as much as I do. Show: Masters of the Air

“And that’s how you clean a hardstand.”

Maggie whooped as she watched the fuel go up in flames. Somehow, despite hardstand cleaning being a near-daily occurrence in the ground crew’s lives, watching the oil burn off the concrete never really lost its allure.

“That’s one hot bastard!” the boy next to Lemmons yelled, voice full of a wonder entirely at odds with the profanity that spilled from his lips. Maggie burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” a small, oh-so-English voice asked.

“Nothing, Grace,” she replied, trying desperately to smother her laughter. “Now try to keep your head still for me, okay?”

For an air base, Thorpe Abbotts sure had a lot of children running around. And by god, had those kids already seen enough war to last a lifetime.

So, in between fixing engines and cleaning hardstands, she and the rest of the ground crew did their best to make sure that their childhood memories wouldn’t entirely consist of air raids and rationing.

Grace was a sweet, shy little girl with a mop of shiny brown hair and perpetually dirty knees. That afternoon, she’d scurried up to Maggie and asked her, voice barely louder than a whisper, if Maggie could please plait her hair the way she plaits hers because she thinks it’s really pretty and she’s tried to do it herself but it never looks quite right.

Maggie had obliged, obviously—how on earth could she ever say no? Besides, she was glad that at least someone on base appreciated her hairstyle. She knew her two twin braids weren’t the most fashionable hairdo on earth, but they kept the hair out of her eyes better than anything else she’d tried. Lord knew there was nothing worse than having to constantly swipe flyaways out of your face when repairing a fort.

Her hands made light work of Grace’s hair. For all that it looked wild and unkempt, it was surprisingly soft. She tied off each braid with a little piece of cord—she wished she had ribbons, but this would have to do for now.

“All done,” she said as she finished tying the last knot. “You look swell.”

Grace turned and smiled, missing teeth and all. 

“Thank you!” she cried.

“No problem, sweetheart,” Maggie replied. “I don’t got a mirror for you, but I think Helen might have one. Maybe you can convince her to give you a donut, too.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. The girl leapt off of the stack of crates which the two were sitting on and bolted off, braids flapping in the wind.

“That was pretty damn sweet of you, Zielinski.” 

Ken Lemmons had just finished shooing the two boys off the hardstand as the fuel fire quickly petered out. 

Maggie looked up. Had any other man on base told her that, she would have assumed he was making fun of her. With Lemmons, there was never any doubt that the man was being genuine. It was just the way he was.

“Well, not all of us can teach the kids to swear and light things on fire,” she replied.

Lemmons chuckled.

“Hey, you thought it was funny, too. I’m pretty sure the whole base could hear you cackling.”

“Oh, please, I wasn’t that loud, was I?” she asked, face flushing. “Oh, who am I kidding. Getting that little Englishman to curse was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Lemmons began to snicker. It was contagious. Before she knew it, Maggie was laughing to.

“C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “The forts’ll be back any minute. We’d better get ready.”

“Yeah,” Maggie replied, accepting his outstretched hand and hopping off the crates. “I suppose we should.”

#blind dates oc fest 2024 #masters of the air #mota #maggie zielinski #ken lemmons #ch: maggie #fic #dispatches #notes from the front

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Imagine Male Yandere Artists X Female Reader Creation. Obviously inspired from the Greek myth of Pygmalion…but think of how much worse and complicated it’d get if poor reader Darling was a project worked on by multiple men together…It’s almost as if this is now Greek Pygmalion myth X Helen of Troy myth. Let the war for love begin.

General premise…reader Darling comes to life through the power of the mens’ accidental prayers of love to the goddesses of love. She is everything the men wanted in a woman somehow (dare I say Mary Sue territory, and a sprinkle of Manic Pixie Dream Girl I suppose since she is still otherworldly just being born and all). Doesn’t help that Darling is also enchanting every man she meets across the city too. Her creators all get mad jealous, and fight over who has the true “rights to have her,” (cause we stan men who see women as their property *sarcasm). Climax…the creator men end up offing each other off in the art studio (battle royale style), and their blood mixes together into another art creation they had collaborated on together. And through the power of love and “friendship” (*cue jazz hands), the men are reborn into one, and can pursue Darling more easily. I’ll leave up to you if Darling is genuinely more pleased with this new outcome of the mens’ rebirth, or if she’s terrified to no end of what they’ve become. (I trust your writing skills as always). Either way, no escape for her. The power of love is a formidable foe…

A/N: Some of these asks might be late because I'm trying to brainstorm as for what to do character-wise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Your body was crafted from clay and stone. Your hair and scalp are threaded from spider webs, horse hair, and human hair. Your body shines with the finest oil. You are the perfect woman. The name on your plague was...well, you didn't have a specific name, so per se. But your creators decided to name your statue Earth's Women. Your name was because of your magical abilities. In the morning sun, your hair is curly, and your skin is olive-brown. By the afternoon, your skin is dark brown, and your hair is so coily it sometimes is in an Afro. During the evening, your skin whitens, and your hair straightens out. By nightfall, your skin is an albino white, and your hair is bone straight.

Because of these abilities, you gained the love of millions around the world. Many prayed for you to be alive. For you to be their perfect woman. Then, one day, the sunlight shining on you made your body crack. Your creators were so upset that they closed the exhibit to fix you. When your creators touched your skin, your statue crumbled. Screams and dust fill the room. Suddenly, your human body rises from the rubble.

"Where am I?" You ask, dust covering your dark skin.

"My God, she's alive," An olive skin man with black curly hair says. "Stai bene?"

You try to move your naked body, but you fall. Your legs are too wobbly.

"Get her a towel, Leon! She's never used her legs before," Ciro commands, rushing to pick you up from the debris. "And bring some bandages and wound treatments too! She's bleeding!"

Several hours later, you are properly introduced to your creators. There are six creators, and they call themselves the Sexy Six. Each one created a body part for you. Leon DiCardio made your head, Ciro Nikolaou shaped your torso and bosom, Aoi Hiroshige crafted your left leg, Matias Dorado sculpted your right leg, Abe Okoro created your right arm, and Caspian Narain made your left arm. Together, six men from different continents made a woman representing every girl.

"So what are you going to do with me, now?" You ask, tightening your fluffy robe.

"We're going to have to hide you from the public. They can't know you've come to life. You're something a leader would start a war for," Ciro says, giving you a cup of water.

"That's a bit unfair, isn't it? If the goddess answered their prayers to have her come to life, shouldn't we introduce her to the public? If we don't, we'd be defying the goddess's will," Leon says, making Ciro think about his decision.

"True. I suppose we could take her out in public. But only if she wears a cloak to cover her face," Ciro says, making everyone happy.

When you walked through the city, you could understand every conversation. Turns out, you can understand every language known to mankind. It was overwhelming, but Matias helped you power through it by distracting you with clothing. Abe took you away from Matias soon after and showed you the foods of every culture. You tasted everything, and even brought back sweets. You hardly even noticed Caspian glaring at Abe before he snatched you away to learn how to dance.

You are simply beautiful to him, to everyone, really. Your skin getting darker and your hair becoming coils under the afternoon sun while you twirl in circles was a scene that magic could've created. In the sun, you are everyone's Cinderella.

"Let's go, Every," Ciro says, dragging you away from the crowd.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" You whine, trying to stop Ciro from moving.

"I don't care. You're drawing too much attention to yourself," Ciro replies, putting your cloak back on and walking you home.

When you arrive home, Ciro puts you in a windowless white room. You lay on your bed and stare at the white ceiling.

"It must be nighttime," You say, noticing your hair is straight. "I wonder what my creators do during the night? I wonder what humans do when the sun falls?"

You sneak out of your room and tip-toe to a room with the lights on. You hear arguing and hide behind the wall.

"You can't keep her to yourself!" Matias yells, breaking a glass.

"Says the man showed her clothes like it was a date!" Ciro hisses, making you flinch.

"Hah, please! If you want a date, try Mr. Prince Charming of Oceania! He was dancing and twirling with her in the middle of town!" Matias retorts, making Caspian stand up with fury.

"At least I wasn't trying to charm her with food!" Caspian yells, glaring at Abe.

"I don't see how you brutes made such a pretty thing," Leon remarks, looking at his peers fighting.

"Don't drag me into this, Mario," Aoi insults, making Leon grab his shirt collar.

"Don't call me that you piece of crap," Leon snarls, making Aoi smile.

"You know what, I have an easy way to settle this. Whoever is the last one standing gets to claim Every for their own. I always hated having to share credit for creating her, anyway," Aoi wagers, pulling out a blade.

"Fine by me," Ciro says, pulling out a dagger.

Everyone pulls out their blades, daggers, and knives and begins their battle. You try to stop them, but you get thrown to the side. Cuts and bruises are made, but no one is dead yet. A trail of blood leads to the art room, and you see Ciro stab Matias through the heart. The Spaniard falls to the ground and extends a hand as if he was reaching for you.

"Matias!" You scream, running to his body.

Leon's bleeding corpse is thrown onto you as Aoi is on a stabbing rampage. You glimpse at the hole in Leon's head and throw up on the floor. When you look up again, all is silent. The floor is painted red, and Aoi is the only one standing. He looks at you with a crazed smile and drops his blade.

"You're mine. My work of art. My woman," Aoi says, hugging you with his bloody body.

You can only hug him back in horror. A squelching sound comes from below you, and you see Abe stabbing a dagger into Aoi's back. Aoi slowly releases his hug, then collapses onto you. His blood has stained your whole being red.

"What am I going to do now?! You all were supposed to help me!" You cry, putting your bloody hands on your face as you weep.

You cry until morning. When you awaken from your exhaustion-fueled sleep, you find bloody footprints. Your former creator's latest statue, coined Luno, is missing.

"Where did it go?" You question aloud, getting up from the sticky floor.

"My love, you're awake," A naked man says, coming from behind a wall.

"Luno, you're alive?" You ask, backing away from him.

"Yes, the goddess of love spared mercy on us and brought me to life for you. Through the blood sacrifice of our masters, I am here to be your divine equal," Luno says, kneeling and kissing your hand. "I have all the traits our six masters did."

You snatch your hand away, and trip over Aoi's corpse.

"Princess, be careful. I don't want you to trip over anyone and hurt yourself," Luno says, his face shifting into something similar to Ciro's.

"I don't want anything to do with them! Not after how they killed each other!" You shriek, standing up and heading towards the secret entrance.

"My love, wait!" Luno yells, running after you.

You close the stone door behind you and pant, looking at it. Luno's muscular arm punches a hole through the wall, and his eye looks at you.

"Eve, don't run from me! We are made to be!" Luno yells, breaking more of the stone.

You don't waste any time running away, your feet leaving bloody footprints. You don't know where this passage leads to, but you don't want to be here. Not with him.

"Seafoam?" You question, seeing signs of the sea on the lower walls and stairs.

You get onto the last step and look at the blue water. Luno's heavy footsteps are getting closer, and you don't have time to think. If you were every woman on Earth, surely you could be a mythical creature as well. You dive into the water, swimming till you find the open sea. Your master's blood washes off of you, and you swim to wherever you want to go. Luno, arriving too late, stared at the bloody mist in the water at the bottom of the stairs. In his eyes, a vow to always be yours and always find you is made.

Thus beginning the never-ending cycle of you running from him. An everlasting, divine hunt for the woman with a thousand faces. Prey to be caught for the man with a thousand features.

#yandere artists #asks #sanyuthewitch05 #yandere statue #yandere boy

[fantasybooktournament]

Send a Review!!

The first round of books was eliminated and I wanted some help talking about the book eliminated. There are so many amazing books that unfortunately were cut but still deserve their time to shine. I was hoping I could share people's reviews of the books eliminated, as I have not read them all.

I was hoping people would send asks with reviews or send me a review they had previously written to reblog. I'll post ones for the books I have read over the next week!

Not all reviews need to be glowing reviews, but if you didn't enjoy some of the books, also please feel free to send a review explaining why as well!

I'll use the tags of the eliminated works as well as "book reviews"

List of books under the cut!!

mercy thomas by patrica briggs

lightbringer by brent weeks

the golem and the jinni by helene wecker

prince of thorns by mark lawrence

chronicle of the unhewn throne by brian staveley

between earth and sky by rebecca roanhorse

criers war by nina varela

among others by jo walton

dead jinn universe by p. djeli clark

the raven tower by ann leckie

the grace of kings by ken liu

shades of milk and honey by mary roinette kowal

a land fit for heroes by richard k morgan

the stardust thief by chelsea abdullah

witchmark by cl polk

tailchasers song by tad williams

darkest powers by kelley armstrong

three dark crowns by kendare blake

the queen of tearling by erika johansen

mirror visitor by christelle dabos

we hunt the flame by hafsah faizal

the naming by allison crogan

iskari by kristen ciccarelli

kaikeyi by vaishnavi patel

a song of wraiths and ruin by roseanne a brown

book of tea by judy i lin

elatsoe by darcie little badger

blood heir by amelie wen zhao

labyrinth lost by zoraida cordova

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust

the reader by tracie chi

shadowshaper by daniel jose older

#fantasy book tournament #round 1 #book reviews

[submissiveking99]

BATFAMILY/GOTHAM

Batgirl II/ Black Bat/ Cassandra Cain (Heroine)

Cass Cain. Second Batgirl, also goes by Black Bat. Raised as a weapon by her father David Cain. She is the daughter of Lady Shiva, adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne/Batman. She is the deadliest hand to hand fighter in the DCU, refuses to kill. Is equal parts chaotic grimlin and every criptid. Not a fan of talking

Spoiler/ Robin IV/ Batgirl III/ Stephanie Brown (Heroine)

Steph Brown is the third Batgirl. But before that she was the fourth Robin, the only (canon) female one as well. But before even that, she was the Spoiler. Her father is Arthur Brown, the ClueMaster, a D-tier, maybe even E-tier, villain and a Ridder knock off. A real asshole, Steph became a hero to 'spoil' her father's crimes. She is a spunky girl who takes no shit with a smart mouth

Batgirl I/ Oracle/ Barbara Gordon (Heroine)

Barbara Gordon. The First Batgirl, also goes by Oracle. Daughter of Commissioner Gordon, badass crime fighter and a computer genius. When not kicking ass in the streets, she's hacking into any villains entire set up while lying in the sheets

Catwoman/ Selina Kyle (Anti-Heroine/Neutral)

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy/ Pamela Isley (Villainess/reformed as an Anti-Heroine)

Poison Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earth's plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Harley Quinn/ Harleen Quinzelle (Villainess/reformed as an Anti-Heroine)

Harley Quinn, Halreen Quinzelle. Manipulated by the Joker, went through torture, this ball of spite and energy is here to cause trouble and laugh in your face about it.

Kate Kane/ Batwoman (because of comic lore, where she is a lesbian, she is a female and futa only character) (Heroine)

Kate Kane, Batwoman. Kicked out of the military because she was a lesbian. Bruce Wayne's badass cousin on his mothers side.

Black Canary/ Dinah Laural Lance (Heroine)

Black Canary, Dinah Loral Lance. The daughter of the original Black Canary, one of the main members of the Birds of Prey. She is confident, one of the world's greatest fighters, serious but flirty and caring. A real badass mother type.

Huntress/ Helen Wayne (Heroine/Anti-Heroine)

Helena Wayne, the Huntress, is a heroine from another world. Earth-2. She is the daughter of that world's Batman and Catwoman, she was trained with her parents skills before both of her parents died. And she ended up on Earth-1 soon after, the main world. She is a bit grumpy, very serious. But with her own sense of fun

Katana/ Tatsu Yamashiro (Heroine/Anti-Heroine)

Katana's primary weapon is her sword, hence her namesake, "Soultaker," which is said to capture the souls of anyone killed by it. Her husband, Maseo Yamashiro, as well as her two daughters, Yuki and Reiko, where victims of the Soultaker, which at the time was weilded by Maseo's Yakuza brother Takeo. As the highly skilled martial artist she was, Tatsu easily defeated Takeo leading to Soultaker deciding to change its alliance. And so, for years, she was on a journey for revenge...

Lady Shiva/ Sandra Wu-San (Neutral)

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

Talia al Ghul (Villainess/Neutral)

Talia, daughter of the mighty Ra's Al Ghul. Shifting between the second in command and the full leader of the League of Assassins (occasionally called the League of Shadows). Following in her father's ideals, she is willing to bring peace to the world no matter the cost...

Punchline (Villainess)

Punchline, real name Alexis Kaye, is a girl who follows the Joker's ideologies. A very cold and sadistic woman. Seeing herself as his successor, she is almost as terrible as he is

BATMAN BEYOND

Inque (Villainess)

Inque is a woman given mutagenic treatment by Cadmus to give her the shapeshifting and mass altering super powers. From there she became a mercenary.

10/ Melanie Walker/ Batwoman Beyond (Villainess/Anti-Heroine/Heroine (headcanon))

Melanie Walker is a member of the Royal Flush crime gang in the world of Batman Beyond, working under the alias of 10. She followed along with crimes she disagreed with due to loyalty for her family.

Headcanon: Melanie eventually leaves the position of 10 and becomes the Batwoman of the Batman Beyond universe.

DeeDee Twins/ Delia Dennis and Deidre Dennis (Villainesses)

The DeeDee twins are the grandchildren, granddaughters to be precise, of Harley Quinn in the Batman Beyond universe. A pair of athletic and playful but seductive and sadistic girls, they are part of the Jokerz gang and cause chaos for the thrill.

Total Muses: 16

#open rp #open to all #open smut rp #smut rp #dc #read rules before interacting #dc rp #batman rp #comic rp

[ceofjohnlennon]

"But with the Beatles there was a choice, so you had to pick a favourite, and the one you picked said a lot about who you were. For their American fan Carolyn See, there was 'Paul, for those who preferred androgynous beauty; John, for those who prized intellect and wit; George because he possessed that ineffable something we would later recognize as spiritual life; and Ringo, patron saint of fuckups the world over.' In Liverpool, the twelve-year-old Linda Grant favoured Ringo 'for reasons that are beyond me.' There was, she recalls, 'a real goody-two-shoes at school who liked Paul. George seemed a bit nothing. John seemed off-limits, too intimidating.' Ringo was the Beatle for girls who lacked ambition. Picking him as your favourite suggested a touch of realism. It went without saying that the others were already taken, but you might just stand an outside chance with the drummer. 'If someone asked who my favorite was I always said, 'Oh, I like Ringo,' remembered Fran Lebowitz, who grew up in New Jersey. 'I liked the personality of Ringo Starr. I still do. He was not, of course, the favorite in my school among the girls. Paul McCartney was far and away the favorite. He was the cute Beatle. So it was probably just a contrarian position to choose Ringo Starr.' Helen Shapiro was only sixteen but already a major star when the Beatles toured as one of her supporting acts at the start of 1963. Like any other girl, she had her favourite. 'John was married but nobody knew about it at the time so along with a few thousand other girls I had a crush on him… George was the most serious. He would occasionally talk about what he was going to do when he was rich, and try to pick my brains about the financial side of things. I couldn't have been a lot of help. I still wasn't interested in the money. Paul remained the spokesman. Ringo was the quiet one.' Pattie Boyd met the four Beatles after being chosen to play one of the schoolgirls in Hard Day's Night. 'On first impressions, John seemed more cynical and brash than the others, Ringo the most endearing. Paul was cute, and George, with velvet brown eyes and dark chestnut hair, was the best-looking man I'd ever seen.' Unlike millions of other fans, Pattie was able to take her choice a stage further. Reader, she married him. There was a Beatle to suit every taste. As a fan, you expressed yourself by picking one over the others. Each personified a different element: John fire, Paul water, George air, Ringo earth. Even their friends liked to paint them in primary colours, with sharply contrasting characters, like one of those jokes about the Englishman, the Welshman, the Irishman and the Scotsman. Carolyn See noted how, in A Hard Day's Night, they enacted their given personas: 'winsome Paul, witty John, thoughtful George, goofy Ringo.'"

ㅡ From the book "One, Two, Three, Four: The Beatles in Time" by Craig Brown.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #60s #the beatles in time #my:read #they make ringo dirty 😑 #why that #!!!!!

[vegalores]

i'll be your baby tonight

Helene had watched them perform no more than two hours ago at one of the local London venues not too far from the hotel they’d chosen for their stay. Usually, they would be on a bus immediately after the show, heading to the next location for another performance in another city, but London was their last stop on this mini tour. They had done so well that Helene stopped by a little grocery store on the way, picked up a bottle of wine to congratulate them and some grub.

Joey had actually met the brunette a few weeks ago when he and the boys had arranged a meet and greet before the week of shows began in the area. The pretty brown eyed girl wasn’t a surprise they expected when she delivered flowers from the endless number of fans who had called in a favour just in time for their arrival.

The meeting had left a lasting impression on him specifically, while the other lads went about their business as though they hadn’t just met the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth—though they got to hear about it for days.

“ Hi.. “ she says, barely above a whisper, as Norum answers the door expecting it to be room service, but recognising her, he steps aside to let her in because he knows that Joey would do damage if he didn’t. She was all he had been talking about since they got to London, besides the response from the fans after each show every night.

“ Helene! come in.. I’ve been.. we’ve been waiting for you, “ he corrects himself pretty quickly, noticing the chuckle from his bandmate right away after the little slip up there. While they’d all been waiting for her arrival, that was true, the one who had arranged to have her drop by in the first place was Joey and it didn’t take much for everyone to see he was fully smitten.

“ I brought some things, I hope you don’t mind, just as a well done for the last weeks performances. You guys were so good, “ she beams, handing the bag over to Joey after lifting out the wine bottle in case it breaks.

“ Food! “ a voice shouts, as footsteps bound into the room to quickly retrieve the bag of food from Joey’s hands and racing off to the kitchen area to start prepping some. Helene looked up at the sudden loud sound, seeing Ian flying through at the mere sight of a full grocery store bag. It left her giggling while Joey apologised for the behaviour of some of his friends, even though she wasn’t at all offended or shocked, as they needed to eat after such a long day.

“ Don’t worry about it, Joakim. I’m just happy to help.. I know you didn’t ask, but I figured that bag of food is better than the cheap and awful stuff you’d get here in the hotel store, “ she’s smiling warmly with her hands clasped in front of her, rocking a little on her heels because she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to take a seat at all, not wanting to be rude.

Joey’s head tilted and even John and Ian paused to look at the sound of their frontmans given name, marvelling at the way in which she had been able to pronounce it correctly, as well as the fact that most people just used his alias. A pang hit him in the chest and he felt the warmth and comfort fill him by her use of the name his Mother had gifted him at birth. Her eyes danced between the three of them at different areas of the room then, uncertain if she had done something wrong.

“ Come sit, Helene, the food should be ready in no time seeing as Ian is already cooking half of it, “ he chuckles, taking a seat himself on the sofa near the full length windows overlooking the city and finding a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“ I’m so sorry. I didn’t even consider you may not like the name but I wanted to be as polite as possible show a little initiative, “ she finds a spot on the sofa cushion he pats beside him and glances down, fiddling with her nails now and feeling a bit out of place for having possibly offended him somehow.

“ You didn’t do anything wrong, Helene, trust me, “ he tells her as he lifts her face by the chin, a thumb and finger delicately resting under it to achieve that goal, while searching her eyes and waiting for them to land on him again so she understands she is not at fault even in the slightest. “ I’ve just never met a single person over the last six years who even wanted to learn my name or ever use it.. and you said it perfectly, “ he smiles.

UB40’s cover of Cherry Oh Baby stilled her for a moment as she processed Joey’s words and then smiled herself, a blush of her own creeping onto her cheeks, deepening the second she realised he was still holding her chin up to get a look at her more closely in the dimly lit room.

Clearing her throat was not an option because she was now almost certain her voice had run away with the kindness he possessed and the gentleness in which he was touching her and making her feel at ease.

“ Um.. “ she utters, but it is Norums remark of letting the poor girl go that startles Joey into retreating his hand away from her face. Snapping out of it, the long haired male looks down apologetically for a few brief moments and then starts to ask her questions to remove them both from the tension.

“ Do you live far from this hotel, Helene? “ he asks, pulling her free from her timidness almost right away as she goes about getting a little more comfortable on the sofa, leaning an elbow on the back of it so she can see both outside and Joey at the same time, the lights of the city adding atmosphere to what she considers a beautiful night for her.

“ About 20 minutes from here.. a tiny one bed apartment but it keeps a roof over my head and I can’t complain. It’s close to work for me, too, “ she answers, not minding at all that he has taken to asking questions and getting to know her better. Any and all possible routes the night could take were welcome as far as she was concerned, more so if they took the heat off her and put a stop to her blushing and shyness.

“ Would you like me to walk you home when you’re ready? “ it was a question he found himself asking very suddenly, even though he realises that might not be appropriate because in all actuality, this was only their second official meeting. But it was when another smile slowly formed on her features that he knew he was in the clear for being so bold as to ask.

“ That would be very kind of you, Joakim, thank you, “ brown eyes dance with happiness and something that could mirror the likes of deep longing, which he picked up on swiftly and called to Ian, who was still in the kitchen area across the room, to bring two wine glasses over to the table so he could pour Helene and himself a drink or two as they conversed.

“ I love hearing my name from your lips, “ he says, not really acknowledging the words that left his mouth until the shock on her face, accompanied by the deep red blush and a holler from John who had just walked back in to grab himself a wine after Joey set it back down and shakily handed Helene hers, hoping the ground would swallow him up.

I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight is playing through the hotel radio now and both herself and Joey turn red in unison, which ignites the other two males in the room into fits of laughter, before dings from the oven and microwave go off and the room is back to some form of normality again as everyone filters back into the lounge area. All of them acknowledge Helene as they enter in a way that makes her feel completely welcome.

“ That was a lovely compliment, by the way, “ she tells him, of his remark about his name leaving her lips, while she takes a much needed long sip of the bubbly liquid in her own glass. “ I love the way you say mine, too, “ she adds, though this time in a hushed tone, so as not to alert the boys to their flirting, and he is enormously thankful for her doing so.

#drabble #save #starsson #helene marie starling #joakim larsson #ooc. oof i love these two babies so much they make my heart soar #ooc. also im impressed with how much i wrote #ooc. maybe i do still got it #ooc. who woulda thought! #my writing #my drabbles

[rpking99]

Here are a list of my Muses, my canon DC Muses at least. The first page of muses.

Comic versions only, to be clear. No DCEU, no animated universe.

Cassandea Cain, AKA Batgirl/Black Bat

Cass Cain. Second Batgirl, also goes by Black Bat. Raised as a weapon by her father David Cain. She is the daughter of Lady Shiva, adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne/Batman. She is the deadliest hand to hand fighter in the DCU, refuses to kill. Is equal parts chaotic grimlin and every criptid. Not a fan of talking

Stephanie Brown, as Batgirl, Robin or Spoiler

Steph Brown is the third Batgirl. But before that she was the fourth Robin, the only (canon) female one as well. But before even that, she was the Spoiler. Her father is Arthur Brown, the ClueMaster, a D-tier, maybe even E-tier, villain and a Ridder knock off. A real asshole, Steph became a hero to 'spoil' her father's crimes. She is a spunky girl who takes no shit with a smart mouth

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle

Barbara Gordon. The First Batgirl, also goes by Oracle. Daughter of Commissioner Gordon, badass crime fighter and a computer genius. When not kicking ass in the streets, she's hacking into any villains entire set up while lying in the sheets

Kate Kane, Batwoman (because of comic lore, where she is a lesbian, she is a female and futa only character)

Kate Kane, Batwoman. Kicked out of the military because she was a lesbian. Bruce Wayne's badass cousin on his mothera side.

Zatanna Zatara

Zatanna Zatara. Mistress of magic, casts her spells by talking backwards. Zatanna is one of the most powerful magician's in the DCU, and also a popular stage magician. A show off fun lover, she is ready to party and send demons to hell!

Black Canary, Dinah Laural Lance

Black Canary, Dinah Loral Lance. The daughter of the original Black Canary, one of the main members of the Birds of Prey. She is confident, one of the world's greatest fighters, serious but flirty and caring. A real badass mother type.

Huntress, Helen Wayne

Helena Wayne, the Huntress, is a heroine from another world. Earth-2. She is the daughter of that world's Batman and Catwoman, she was trained with her parents skills before both of her parents died. And she ended up on Earth-1 soon after, the main world. She is a bit grumpy, very serious. But with her own sense of fun

Catwoman

Selina Kyle, Catwoman. Sexy, confident, highly stealthy. She is oh so skilled and stealthy, she will rob you dry

Poison Ivy

Posion Ivy. Also known as Pamela Isely. The woman of the Green. Killed by a a man called Jason Woodrue, she was reborn with powers over plants and with phermones powers. A mistress of seduction, a defender of the earths plant life itself, she is also a brilliant scientist

Harley Quinn

Harley Quinn, Halreen Quinzelle. Manipulated by the Joker, went through torture, this ball of spite and energy is here to cause trouble and laugh in your face about it.

Lady Shiva/Sandra Wu-San

Lady Shiva. The deadliest woman alive, mother of Cassandra Cain. Cass is a better fighter, but Shiva fights to kill. Robbed of her innocence, in every sense of the word, by David Cain, Shiva is a roming warrior. A force of nature some worship like a god. She kills as she sees fit, for profit or because she was annoyed

Starfire/Koriand'r

Starfire. Princess Koriand'r is a Tameranian warrior, and one of the key members of the Teen Titans. Plucky and excitable, she is powered by sun light and is always happy to help

Blackfire/Komand'r

Blackfire. Princess Komand'r is Kori's big sister. In some interactions she is a heartless bitch, in others she was willing to make harsh choices that destory her. She is a dangerous femme fetal and a mighty warrior

Raven, sometimes known as Rachel Roth

Raven. Daughter of the demon Trigon, she fights to keep him sealed in hell and help others that she can. Moody big titty goth girl

(Dark) SuperGirl/Kara Jor-El

(Info about Kryptonite Part 1, Info about Kryptonite Part 2)

Supergirl. Kara Jor-El. She is Superman's cousin with all his powers. Free spirited and confident, fun loving but has some grumpy phases. I prefer to write her with a Black K twist (look at the above links for more info)

Power Girl/Kara Jor-L/Karen Starr (older Supergirl from Earth-2)

Power Girl. Karen Starr, Kara Jor-L. She is also Superman's cousin. She is literally just Supergirl… Only older. She is from Earth-2 like Huntress. She is less playful and more seriously and more powerful, than Supergirl

Livewire

Livewire, Leslie Willis, was a radio DJ in Metropolis who got electric powers after a dangerous accident. But she doesn't care about that, she's Livewire now! The sparking goddess of the big city, able to go toe to toe with Superman, baby! She is a real party girl villain, but she does have a bit of good within her….

Wonder Woman/Princess Diana of the Amazons

Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of Themyscira. Princess of the Amazons. The embodiment of leave, of love and kindness. She sees all life as precious, but she is also a warrior who will do whatever is necessary.

Superwoman (the evil alternate universe counterpart of Wonder Woman, from Earth-3)

Superwoman, Donna Troy. She is Wonder Woman from Earth-3, Earth-3 being the evil mirror earth of DC. Where bad is good, good is bad. She is part of the Crime Syndicate of America, who rule the world in an iron fist.

Green Lantern/Jessica Cruzz

Green Lantern, Jessica Cruzz. The first female Green Lantern of Earth. She suffers from social anxiety, survivors guilt and depression. She is a true Green Lantern and a precious cinnamon bun. I went into detail here.

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps

Bleez of the Red Lantern Corps. She was the princess of a planet that was attacked, and ripped apart, by the Sinestro Corps. Literally the last surviving member, and "used" by several members of the corps (one of which being someone she was being forced to marry before all this happened) when the ring came to her. She destoryed them all, and joined the Red Lantern Corps. Very angry, and passionate, girl

Mary Marvel

Mary Marvel, AKA Mary Batson. Shares the powers of the Wizard Shazam with her brother Billy. She is a young, confident woman always ready to have fun.... And sometimes the power of the Egyptian gods take place instead of the normal Greek gods. Hahaha

#open rp #open to all #open smut rp #smut rp #dc #read rules before interacting #dc rp #batman rp #comic rp #titans rp #justice league rp #superman rp #wonder woman rp

[bored-libra]

2022 in books

january:

the architecture of happiness by alain de bottom

an american marriage by tayari jones

filter house by nisi shawl

february:

the metamorphosis by franz kafka

the worst best man by mia sosa

the hating game by sally throne

utopia avenue by david mitchell

march:

people we meet on vacation by emily henry

it happened one summer by tessa bailey

hook, line, and sinker by tessa bailey

the unhoneymooners by christina lauren

the spanish love deception by elena armas

minor detail by adania shibli

get a life, chloe brown by talia hibbert

take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert

act your age, eve brown by talia hibbert

born to run by bruce springsteen

homesick for another world by ottessa moshfegh

the kiss quotient by helen hoang

the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood

boy parts by eliza clark

fix her up by tessa bailey

before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi

april:

tools of engagement by tessa bailey

nausea by jean-paul sartre

the fine print by lauren asher

the brothers karamazov by fyodor dostoevsky

happy hour by marlowe granados

love and other words by christine lauren

may:

fear and loathing in las vegas by hunter s. thompson

lolita by vladimir nabokov

june:

atonement by ian mcewan

an enchantment of ravens by margaret rogerson

six of crows by leigh bardugo

house of earth and blood by sarah j. maas

house of sky and breath by sarah j. maas

breakfast at tiffany’s & other voices, other rooms: two novels by truman capote

bunny by mona awad

when he was wicked by julia quinn

rebecca by daphne du maurier

fight club by chuck palahtniuk

july:

yolk by mary h.k. choi

milk fed by melissa broder

junky by william s. burroughs

in the dream house by carmen maria machado

august:

breakfast of champions by kurt vonnegut jr

animal by lisa taddeo

one last stop by casey mcquiston

the antichrist by friedrich nietzsche

shop girl by steve martin

a room with a view by e.m. forster

a court of thorns and roses by sarah j. maas

a court of mist and fury by sarah j. maas

a court of wings and ruin by sarah j. maas

september:

orlando by virginia woolf

coraline by neil gaiman

book lovers by emily henry

october:

almond by sohn won-pyung

l.a. woman by eve babitz

catch-22 by joseph heller

exciting times by naoise dolan

november:

tender is the flesh by augstina bazterrica

a grief observed by c.s. lewis

little birds by anaïs nin

cultish: the language of fanaticism by amanda montell

december:

role models by john waters

the hobbit by j.r.r. tolkien

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

the awakening by kate chopin

reel to real: race, sex, and class at the movies by bell hooks

tales from the cafe by toshikazu kawaguchi

#list of books i finished this year!!! #g talks #books #favs are bolded #but really there’s only a few i wouldn’t recommend

[fashioneditswebsite]

Stella McCartney makes mighty environmental rallying cry at Paris Fashion Week

Eco-friendly designer Stella McCartney pulled no punches at her latest Paris Fashion Week show. "The autumn/winter 2024 collection opened with a message from Mother Earth, and Stella McCartney environmental rallying was at the heart of the show." A collection of screens next to the runway showed pictures of nature, with a voiceover read by actors Olivia Colman and Helen Mirren – representing Mother Earth – asking: “Why are you harming me?” The voiceover continued, “But what will be left of me after you? I still love you. Do you still love me? I need you to show it—it’s about time.” This final sweary refrain was the rallying cry of the collection, plastered across McCartney’s social media channels and seen on T-shirts down the runway. Furthermore, it's worth noting that British designer McCartney, 52, didn’t intend the collection to be all doom and gloom despite the potentially confronting nature of her latest collection. McCartney said she wanted positivity, not negativity. She didn't want the show to feel depressed or scared. Menkes posted a video on Instagram of McCartney saying this backstage after the show. "I wanted to celebrate Mother Earth. The story of the show is to have an uplifting experience. Fashion can lift people up. We have something to say at Stella. Hopefully, it's a positive message." The collection featured many well-tailored suits, silky dresses, and covetable outerwear. Slouchy tailoring has become a staple of the McCartney brand, and the autumn/winter collection had that in abundance. Furthermore, tailoring took on a more seductive vibe on the runway, with models strutting in oversized jackets and trousers sans a shirt underneath. Additionally, bedazzled accents adorned some of the blazers, adding a touch of glamour to the collection. Outerwear was a vital collection theme, from structured trench coats in crocodile-effect materials to oversized knitted coats. And there was plenty of star power on the runway—Lila Moss, the daughter of Kate Moss, wore a light blue knitted poncho-style coat, while Russian model Natalia Vodianova closed the show in a floor-length white furry coat and matching boots. Elsewhere, innovative knitted jumpers in neutral colorways looked to have balaclavas built in, while McCartney also played around with denim—one pair of jeans had a sequinned panel in the shape of chaps. In contrast, another had poppers up the side. Lips have long been a recurring motif for the brand, and this season, they were seen more subtly – on slinky patterned dresses. McCartney used leather and sequins but made them sustainable. Last year, she debuted biodegradable, non-toxic sequins. Her 'leather' pieces are also made from sustainable materials. The models walked the runway in a glass room that almost felt like a greenhouse. The room blurred the lines between indoor and outdoor spaces. McCartney took a bow in an oversized grey suit. She wore a black T-shirt underneath. Her father, musician Paul McCartney, applauded on the front row. Fellow Beatles member Ringo Starr joined him, and they weren’t the only famous faces keen to see McCartney’s latest collection. The collection centered around block colors, and former Spice Girl Melanie Chisholm, known as Mel C, continued this theme in an all-grey outfit. Meanwhile, Bond star Naomie Harris’ outfit was about sharp tailoring: an all-white suit with caped sleeves. Jameela Jamil, from Good Place, was in the front row. She wore a fluffy light brown teddy coat and matching thigh-high boots. By Prudence Wade, PA Read the full article

[aquariumdrunkard]

The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PDT, Channel 35)

Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.

Intro ++ Keith Jarrett & Jack DeJohnette – All We Got ++ Mor Thiam – Ayo Ayo Nene ++ Ebo Taylor – Love And Death ++ Alabaster DePlume – A Gente Acaba (Vento Em Rosa) ++ Arthur Verocai – Dedicada A Ela ++ Louis Banks – Song For My Lady ++ RK Nagati – De L’Orient A’ L’Orion ++ Fela Kuti – My Lady Frustration ++ General Echo – Arleen ++ Benny Yurco – Flor Amarilla ++ Scientist – Bad Days Dub ++ Tom Zé – Mã ++ Almon Memela – The Things We Do In Soweto ++ J.B. De Carvalho E Seu Terreiro – Fui Na Umbanda ++ Haruomi Hosono – Bara To Yaju ++ Erasmo Calos – Sorriso Dela ++ Dr. Alimantado – Ride On ++ Earth Girl Helen Brown – Feed Me ++ Whitefield Brothers – Weiya (Serengeti Beat) ++ Juan Wauters – Candombe ++ Peter Gabriel – Exposure ++ Count Ossie – Ruth One Mile ++ Piero Umiliani – Rite ++ Adrian Young – Starlights ++ Tone Scientists – Tiny Pyramids ++ Brahja – Keepers ++ Ill Considered – Djinn ++ Morphine – I Know You (Part I) ++ Robert Wyatt – Heaps Of Sheeps | art formless forming

#aquariumdrunkard

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist and stream, 4/15/2023

Jimi Tenor - The Way to Kuusijärvi Organic Pulse Ensemble - Dimma Shane Cooper & Mabuta - Spirit Animal Claudio Scolari Project - Damn Funk Alessia Obino - Journey Through Edrix Puzzle - Farthest Known Mona Demone - Brine Andromeda Orchestra - Kano Line Dance Gramme - Cheeky Cheeky Earth Girl Helen Brown - Earth HMLTD - Past Life (Sinnerman's Song) Mice On Stilts - National Radio Ikarus - Cocoro Mark de Clive-Lowe, Shigeto & Melanie Charles - Bushido Anatoly Ice - Unlearning Tago Mago - Trop Pris Paul St. Hilaire - Keep Safe Kactus - Miracles Swindle - Miss Kane New Sector Movements - H.E.A.T. (feat. Natalie May)

(listen on Mixcloud)

#wvud #permutations #playlist #mixcloud

[anitosoul]

tripreport.035_derealization

March 2023

tr.035_derealization | February 2023

DJ Gigola - Unfolding Practice

DBridge  - Depersonalised

Fatima Al Qadiri - Hip Hop Spa (Nguzunguzu Remix)

Nosaj Thing & Kazu Makino - My Soul or Something

MIIIN - Metagame

Kali Uchis - Moonlight

Submotion Orchestra - Always (Synkro Remix)

Djrum - Turiya (Tessela remix)

Visages & Alix Perez - Black Katana

Childish Gambino & Azealia Banks - Earth: The Oldest Computer (Last Night)

Kessler - R2D2 On Crack

AK SPORTS - Robots Are Forever

Luke Vibert - Moderneers Modernize

Underworld  - Pearl’s Girl

Benji303 - Play With Fire (Jah Scoop Remix)

Hyph11e - Sinking

Multiply, Ivory - Back In The 90's

crunk_dubstep_dubplate

Hamdi, Nikki Nair - Skanka (Nikki Nair Remix)

Orion Sun - Dirty Dancer

Slauson Malone - Smile #6 (see page 198 and 158)

Bonus (Interlude Mix)

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Jack Harlow Combo Meal

Skream - Lightning

Borai & Denham Audio - Make Me

dazegxd - just 2 c u

Helen - Witch (Vocal Version)

Eggboy - Nagsasawa ka na ba?

Yak - Zephyr

niishi - I’ve Been Waiting For You To Set Me Free

Slikback - INHALE

100 gecs - Dumbest Girl Alive

Swimful - More Distant on Approach

Ahadadream - Hydration

RP Boo - Bang'n On King Dr.

DJ RASHAD - Walk For Me

Denham Audio - How Could I

Nia Archives - Sunrise Bang Ur Head Against Tha Wall

Coco Bryce - City Lights

Bitty McLean - Walk Away From Love

Melvin Gibbs - Light Absorption

B-Side

Liv.e - Gardetto.

Itoa - Wet Brain

DJ Manny & DJ Phil - Havin' Fun

Gardna & Skibadee - Every Time That I Land

They Hate Change - Breathing

JiaLing - RahJahLing

Just Jungle - Come Fi Nice It Up Special (2021 Remix)

blksmiith - BART FLAC

Muddyoush & ibrhhh - SAFARI

c0ncernn - kick of a lifetime

Mowalola, Bloatedfaith & Snipersan - BOX

Swimful - Official Party Line

Yves Tumor - god is a circle

Kid Lib - Soundboy A Qwops

Mount Kimbie & Kai Campos - Quartz (DJ Stingray Remix)

King Geedorah & Gigan - Krazy World

jawnino & 3o - 3styl3

Kaho Matsui, DJ COOLWIFE - sssssmilinggggg (DJ COOLWIFE club edit)

Mementut - Tronus

AQXDM - The Good Old Days Are Tomorrow

Björk - Hidden Place

King Krule & gum.mp3 - Slush Puppy (DB Breaks Edit)

Tim Reaper, NVious - Quincy

7038634357 - Overalign

7038634357 - Avoid

Still House Plants - I’m In Your Orbit

Still House Plants - Curb

Yves Tumor - Purified By the Fire

Jungle Smile - Onaji Hoshi (Ogawa / Hurin)

#mix #dj mix #tripreport #derealization #dissociation music #bass #dubstep #ambient #club #footwork #jungle #indie #noise #experimental #SoundCloud

[toastedicarus]

I was feeling bad about missing the first post, but apparently the next update is in MARCH so I'm not too late if you think about it?

One of the things that put me off reading Twig the first few attempts was that instead of joining on the premise of 'superheroes' or 'magic' I was instead slapped in the face with the premise of 'biology' which while I think Wildbow does an excellent job of mucking about with to create cool, horrifying, and other sorts of rad shit with, isn't exactly my personal cup of tea? I'm a fake wildbow fan, I'm here mostly for the Rad Shit and rely on other wormbloggers to present Themes and Ideas and such.

Sy this is a lizard. A snake with legs is just a lizard. Did you perhaps miss the second lesson, after 'life needs these elements' in which they go 'this is a lizard'?

The beginnings of Sy being a little shit. I don't remember him laughing a lot later on though? I've heard people (including wildbow) describe twig as a coming of age story, so maybe this is part of it. Like I said earlier, do not expect particularly deep cuts in this liveblog lol.

Hello Fred-From-Scooby-Doo. I sure hope you don't rot away first when these child experiments are revealed to have expiration dates. This is also the second mention of the wax masks that I thought were going to be like, an Everytime thing instead of just something prepared for this particular outing. I dropped my first reading this very chapter because I didn't want to read about wax cracking just as often as taylor reached out for her swarm, given wyvern makes Sy watch peoples faces for tells or whatever.

Hello the girls! I'm sure the gender ratio of the team here will have no surprises later on. Lillian gets a smaller introduction here compared to the other lambs(? I'm not sure if they're called that at this point.) I faintly recall her being the unenhanced medic/intern on the team, and I wonder if Sy thinking about her less here is intentional.

Hello Helen, who's apparently the best lamb (And I found myself agreeing with this with what little I read.) I forgot you were a fucked up blonde little girl like bonesaw, with the 'bending body in odd angles' I had swapped your mental image to the girl from the ring after a bit.

I had to google Wallaces law, because I am dumb. I don't know if this is 'alt earth Wallace got more credit for shit than Darwin did' sort of thing or if Wallace's Law is also a real thing.

Is this the problematic yuri I've heard about or am I reading too much into things because the next chapter comes out in march?

Giving Sy the benefit of the doubt for now that he's doing this because he thinks it's funny to make her mad and genuinely doesn't think it's an issue, and is also twelve(?). May change my tune later given I've heard it doesn't really get better?

Mostly clipping this bit trying to burn the aesthetic into my mind given I forget it over time, replacing every location with a new Generic Brown Brick Building. Haphazard buildings with petrified trees holding them up. Not just Detroit but More British.

We live in a so-Sy-ety.

Oh yeah it was intentional. I remembered one thing about twig, woo.

Very good character establishing being done here.

Hi Jamie. Trying not to read too much into initial description seeing as I know some spoilers about them, but not liking how they look with short hair instead of being happy with long hair is relatable. Men's haircuts suck.

I wonder if we ever get details about the gangs previous monster of the week shenanigans. Also if one counts the kittens, this is two mentions of baby murder in the first chapter.

Sy doing his thing is fun. The fact he's like 12(?) and looking down on the ten year old is also fun.

Wildbow fixing his problems with numbers by introducing ten dollars as a lot of money to share between a few ten year olds. Any attempts to calculate how much anything is actually worth in the twigverse is going to be wrapped up in this murkyness.

So you were curious then.

And given Helen's manner of sitting it actually is a recurring problem. god damn it Sy.

Wollstone, after a google, is just a reference to Mary Shelleys mother, and not another real scientist I should feel dumb for not recognizing.

I could not picture Jamie's hiding spot or the way the door was propped up. Taylor and your omniscient swarm to make sense of wildbow tabletop RPG paced fights, I miss you. I'll even take Victorias 'thinker 1' power. Someone stitch echolocation bat ears on Sy or some shit I'm begging you.

Confirmation that Sy was being a twelve year old about the ten year old he was playing.

I guess I can let the lizard thing go if Sy is only calling that because they're giving all their cases dorky saturday morning cartoon names

I remember Sy calling himself dogshit at fighting and I really hope theres more of these moments where shit he tries just fucking fails like this.

The gang of 12 year olds watching a man be devoured by his own creation, and Sy is more interested in putting Lillian in the out group for covering her eyes. I think this is why I dropped twig the second time, I judged it by it's first chapter and thought with the 'monster of the week' type of plot, with the focus on hunting and food, pretty much every death was going to be indulging in vore instead of other fun ideas for death in a 'biopunk' setting. Snake charmer is a decent starter antagonist, I'll probably have more thoughts about him once we have others to compare him to. Being against the academy but wanting to join it, spouting a few lines about

I don't know Sy well enough yet to know if he was lying to me, the reader about the fake fall he made sound natural in the narration, or if he's just actually bad at fighting. There's a post going around about 'real people falling for the acts that characters put on' and Sy might be doing that to me.

Hooray government created child murderers! You did it! See you again in March, apparently.

#twig liveblog #twig 1.1 #longpost

[littlesparklight]

Snippet from the sequel to This Pleased the Heart of Aphrodite, with Helen and Aphrodite this time!

"Why do I want, Aphrodite? Why do I want how I want it? Why do you make me want it, so much?"

And too much, in ways she shouldn't. Alexander or no Alexander, though he finally filled a void that had so far been either imperfectly repaired, by her companions, by Menelaos, or nearly perfectly so, Aphrodite under her in bed, bending to her yet still aloof.

Her heart quailing away from having asked, for now it was no longer about being in Cyprus with Alexander. Nor was it about his boldly shameless behaviour in Sparta under Aphrodite's auspices. Helen swallowed heavily, almost leaping out of her skin when Aphrodite's currently age-spotted and wrinkled hand, still somehow too perfectly graceful, cupped her cheek. Aphrodite's thumb stroked her cheek, and Helen turned her face without meaning to, because she needed to.

"Few are those - mortal or immortal - who do not want by nature, Helen. Even fewer are those who I can't in some way touch even if they don't want, for that need, function, binds all things, and has from the beginning when proliferation first made the universe bloom." Aphrodite's voice was calm, gentle even, and unearthly green was bleeding through Korinsia's perfectly mortal brown eyes, warm as the earth. "Want and need takes many forms, and while I have many gifts to give and have given them generously, that, darling girl, you come by in your very own reflection of your mortal, and possibly divine!, nature, your father being who he is. The children of Kronos' son the dark-misted are not meek things."

"But I am a woman - why should I have a nature I can't have pleasure of as thoroughly as a man could?"

She was shaking, and Helen couldn't tell whether it was fury of grief. Aphrodite had woken this in her, had guided and given her knowledge of this part of her, so how dare she stand there and claim it was only her nature? If Aphrodite hadn't touched those parts of her, she'd never have known. Not as well as she did now, anyway. There would always have been something - an edge, similar to Klytaimnestra though Helen was rather sure even her older twin didn't quite share this much of her nature with her.

Klytaimnestra had always been wilful and sharp; demanding, knew what she wanted and would not let go of it. But was it the same as what she was harbouring in her heart, in her very, shamefully lustful core of her?

She wasn't going to cry. She was not.

And not just because, even if none were paying attention to her and Aphrodite right now, they were still in the middle of a grand and populated hall, and the moment Aphrodite left she wouldn't have that invisible protection.

"Sweet daughter of Zeus, fate does as fate wants, but even beyond that, the shape of the mortal soul is inscrutable for the most part even to the Allotters. It is what you are, and I, for one, am very pleased with you."

#lightart #my thesis of helen if you will

[colleenmurphy]

"Is it possible to love and loathe someone all at the same time?"

"We've been together oh...what...ten years now?"

"More like living partially in sin and then apart. Then united in Sara. Answer the damn question, please."

"Ooh, the lady asks nicely. I think that sometimes you can. But I also know that at the end of the day you don't hate me. You hate the choices I've made and the actions...the actions I've taken. Besides Sara you're the best thing to happen to me. I could never you. You're a walking saint."

"Saint this, Sullivan."

A rather rude gesture as she poured their respective shots and grabbed her pool cue.

"Hey, I make this one you have to agree to anything I want."

Eyes rolling like blue sea glass caught on a wave Colleen sighed.

"Fine. Take your s-shot.."

The Grey Gull had closed for the evening and only they remained. The Wheel O' Wonders was brought out of the supply closet and spun rather hurriedly. Landing first on their dear friend Johnny Walker. Dave's spin had landed on 'Vodka #1 L' meaning first shelf on the left. The bottom rock gut crap that literally nobody but college girls and a regular named Brandi drank. He watched as Colleen finished her shot and tried to get her breath back.

"Whatta ya say, Irish?"

Nimble fingers spun the wheel, the candy apple red arrow landing on tequila. A small smile graced her features as a memory flittered back to her. He knew the one, the little inside joke that without tequila there would be no Sara. Their 'honeymoon' voyage to Mexico had been a trip and a half before they had even touched down and Colleen ended up buzzed on the tropical drinks mid-flight. Dave followed shortly only adding slightly to the romantic atmosphere with a little of the local herb, found ideally on the beach and smoked in a seashell pipe and here they were, parents to sassy, lively, overly independent five year old girl who looked like her mother but had his sandy brown locks. He forgot how quickly Col could knock back her shots. She hadn't even flinched as she drank it, the burn still unsettled him, and she caught his eye.

"Fine. Spin the wheel, pour and take your shot and let's go."

There was a steely determination that he had fallen head over heels for followed by that sweet little smile. Not many people saw that side of her these days. Only Sara, Helene and himself. She hadn't quite gotten over the passing of the woman she had thought of and was raised to think was her mother. In reality the bohemian aunt she had loved and had fond memories of fluttering in and out of her life had been the one to give birth to her. Eileen Sheehan had been her mother through and through and Colleen loved her just as fiercely as she had when Eileen had walked the earth. She had lost track of Minnie soon afterwards and Col had raved that Sara would never know Minerva Sheehan or experience the hurt she always seemed to leave behind even if she had good intentions.

'You sure you wanna ask her the question you couldn't all those years ago? Before your Sara?'

A voice not unlike his dearly departed former pseudo mother-in-law asked from inside his mind.

'You bet your ass, Eileen.'

'Nut up or shut up, Irish. She loves you but she's tired of your shit.'

"Eight ball left corner pocket."

"Ok..."

"If I get it behind my back on the first shot you'n me are goin' down to the court house and making this official."

"This? What do you mean?"

"Us. Our family."

He saw the gears in her head turn as she chewed her lip for a moment. Thinking it over and almost having a conversation with her mother in her head. A look in her eyes he couldn't place for a moment. Trust. A smile. A nod.

"Ok, take that shot and my hand is yours, Irish."

'Ok kid, here's how you're gonna take that shot.'

A new voice spoke to him, this time is sounded a hell of a lot like Jimmy Murphy.

#Dave & Colleen Sullivan