#Sometimes its birds sometimes it's each other. For sport.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji might be an unstoppable force, but Xie Lian has 800+ years of practice of being an immovable object.

(poll results here for context)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #bonus comic #The most resounding conclusion the community came to agree on is thar Xie Lian is bad at cooking on purpose #and is stubborn to the point of refusing to let go of this feature (not a bug) of himself. #though if you practice being bad at something on purpose you do just…get bad. #Poor lan wangji probably had to watch him do horrendous food crimes in the kitchen. #crushing eggs in his fists and throwing it into the bowl or pan (shell and all). #Burning water. Throwing in ingredients based on the roll of a dice. Putting in leaves and cool rocks he found. #He is living his best life mind you. And I think as long as he is happy then let him make his potions. #This is *his* version of art therapy. It just shouldnt be fed to anyone. #lwj would probably try to make it more theraputic after realizing that the bad cooking skills were on purpose. But even then XL is a rock. #he will not do anything he does not want to. Including processing feelings. #Don't idealize that btw. You will do yourself no favours by ignoring hard emotions. Love and peace everypony; Its a hard world out there. #Hua Cheng and wwx hung out during all of this and have since become hunting buddies. #Sometimes its birds sometimes it's each other. For sport.

[ollypopwrites]

Gale x Druid!Tav 🌿 Bonding with Tara

Rating: T (very brief and subtle mention of sex)

Notes: this is v domestic and I love Tara

Tara only gets to meet Tav briefly in the city but she’s known Gale long enough to know that look in his eye

Shes got manners so she’s not rude necessarily but she is stand-offish with Tav because well… she’s protective as much as Gale considers her his most dear and oldest friend he is hers and his mother is hers and he means so much to her

And Mystra well… I have a feeling Tara has some strong opinions on her. so naturally she’s cautious where she thinks he won’t be because he’s earnest and romantic and loves with his whole damn soul

And I talked about it before but! Tav and Gale have only known each other a short time, and they are certainly forged in fire so to speak but from the outside this whole thing looks like fiery whirlwind of feelings and fears of dying or becoming illithid

And Tara has concerns about that: is it going to fizzle out as quickly as it started? Is her Mr. Dekarios going to be left alone again sequestered in his tower? Is this flame going to burn him and leave another scar on his body and soul?

So if Tav accepts gales proposal and goes to Waterdeep Tara is not sure about the whole thing

And tav is… just a bit rugged in the space of Gale’s tower which can get dusty sure, and trinkets and books and quills are always somehow littered everywhere but its not quite the same

Tav’s shoes seem to always be steeped in 6 inches of mud, there’s dirt under fingernails, flowers or leaves in their hair and if Tav isn’t wearing those damned muddy shoes then they’re BAREFOOT and for all intents and purposes Tara feels like Gale found a feral stray animal and decided to bring it into the house

But Gale really enjoys it? He’s ready to renovate the tower so Tav can have a big greenhouse, space for more animals and they’re going on more outings to explore the wildlife around the harbors and beaches and Gale is beginning to sport a lovely tan and Tara isn’t sure she’s ever seen him spend so much time out of the tower but he’s practically glowing and she’s hard pressed not to be pleased he found someone who will literally make him touch grass

And despite being a Druid Tav doesn’t care when Tara hunts little mice and errant birds (which she definitely made a show of dropping small animal carcasses on the windowsill to once Tav nursed some injured bird back to health) but Tav just shrugged cuz circle of life and all that just please none of my pets thank you ms. Tara

She also lingered in the bedroom many a night because she’s a little shit who knows Gale won’t even take off his shirt if she’s there but then they started locking themselves in the bathroom and she flies off to his mothers house the moment she hears bath water start sloshing through the door

She admires the fact that Tav is not put off by Tara’s incredibly forced indifference and tendency to sit between them in the study because well Tav understands nature and she knows sometimes creatures become attached or just simply don’t want you to fuss over them or even touch them and Tara is of course, not a cat but a tressym, but the point still stands and Tav is just not bothered by any of it they’re very happy to simply cohabitate with a disinterested Tara

It isn’t until Tav wildshapes into a cat to sleep in a rare patch of sunlight during the winter that Tara breaks down

She comes over, at first sitting next to Tav and looking at her oddly but Tav just rolls onto her side and continues napping

With the unpracticed grace of a tressym who despite all her higher knowledge and powers loves scratches behind the ears and the spot on the window to watch birds fly by, she flops down to lay with Tav and its… actually quite nice especially when TAV STARTS PURRING.

And it feels nice to cuddle with someone cat-shaped almost, it taps into some far gone memory of piling with family

Thus the winter of snuggles begins where they lay in the sun and play fight and do Cat Things and Tara always flys off if she hears Gale coming around the corner and Tav never tells him about it so she’s spared any teasing and Tav never brings it up ever so as not to embarrass her

Until one day Gale finds them deeeeeeeep in a midday nap but decides not to tell them he found them

And he definitely was not teary eyed about it either that was dust in his eye

#tara the tressym #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #Olly writes

[obsessedasusual]

We’re Only Human - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

xReader

Summary: Jake Seresin is many things, but above all else he just wants to be loved.

Warnings: swearing, sad!jake, insecurity

Note: 1.8k - ITS SAD BOI HOURS OVER HERE BESTIES!! I haven’t posted in the longest time and I finally finished one of my many (many) wips during my lunch break - best I post it now before I just, don’t.

Read Part Two here!

Jake Seresin was many things.

He was a respected, decorated naval aviator who had truly found his life’s calling up in the skies, high above the clouds. When you had first met him, you’d found how much he loved his career endearing and even refreshing. He had described to you the feeling of adrenaline that hit from taking off the runway when you’re the one at the controls, you could do nothing but smile at how animated he was as he talked.

He was an early bird. You put it down to the Navy in him if you had to guess. He was always awake before you, sometimes at downright ungodly hours. He’d leave you with a soft kiss to your shoulder when he rose from the bed as quietly as he could, smiling fondly at you as you cozied further into the warm duvet.

He was protective. That was probably the one trait about the pilot that hadn’t surprised you when you started seeing each other. Someone throws you off balance while making your way through a packed bar? Jake’s there to keep you on your feet while shooting daggers at the perpetrator. Being talked over while you’re trying to politely place your order? Don’t even worry, Jake’ll soon sort them out.

He was a momma’s boy who would do anything for his mother in a heartbeat. The first time Jake had taken you home to meet his parents you were amazed at how quickly this big, macho Lieutenant transformed into a sweet, southern gentleman for his mom. It became an inside joke between yourself and his father.

He was an amazing cook. Date number three was when Jake had invited you back to his place and wowed you with an array of tapas style dishes, making a game out of it and asking you to score every one out of ten. His usually confident smile had turned surprisingly shy when you raved about each one and rated well above ten.

But was a hater of dips. ‘I have a perfectly fine room-temperature potato chip,’ he would argue, ‘why would I go and ruin that with a cold dip that’s gonna kill the flavour completely of said room-temperature potato chip?’

Jake Seresin was many things… but quiet wasn’t one of them.

Which is why you were confused when he didn’t laugh at the gag on ‘That 70’s Show’, which happened to be one of his favourite sitcoms. Instead he stared at the wall behind the TV, fork resting in his bowl of pasta from when he had gone to take another mouthful… and then hadn’t.

“Jake?” Your voice seemed to snap him out of his daze as his head shot to face you, instantly planting a smile on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hm?”

“You okay?” An emotion that didn’t fit with the smile he was currently sporting flew through his eyes at your question.

“Better than okay, baby.” With that he turned back to face the TV and resumed his eating, ignoring your look of concern as you kept your eyes on him for a moment longer before finally following suit.

He didn’t speak for the rest of the episode, and remained quiet into the next.

So, no, it wasn’t like Jake talked twenty-four seven. But this type of quiet… this was different. It was the vacant look in his eyes that had you wondering.

As much as you wanted to question him further, you knew he would talk to you when he was ready.

And maybe he was.

You made a move to reach over the coffee table to grab the two now abandoned dinner plates and begin the clean up. When you stood and turned away from the couch his voice stopped you from moving any further.

“Do you think I’m an asshole?”

When you turned back to face him he was staring once again at the wall behind the TV.

“What?”

He sighed and leant his forehead against his fist before finally turning his head to you and repeating his question, quieter this time, “Am I an asshole?”

You stood frozen in your spot, eyes narrowing at his question, “No… you’re not an asshole. What makes you ask that?”

Jake bit at his lip and turned away from you, pulling yourself out of your trance. You placed the plates back on the coffee table and returned to your seat next to him, sitting criss-cross on the sofa.

He stayed facing away from you and nodded to himself, “I’m an asshole.”

“What’s going on, Jake?” You reached out to lightly pull at his forearm, enticing him to turn to you.

When his eyes met yours your concern only grew. His eyes were usually full of life and happiness, now, they seemed to hold hurt.

“Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Phoenix has always thought I was. And now the whole group does. Thought that from the first time they met me. Two weeks ago,” he was rambling a bit, as he did when he was a bit worked up but you let him continue, trying to pick up on what the issue was, “I don’t even know what I did that night but everyone made up their minds apparently. And Bradshaw didn’t help the cause.”

You knew his history with Lieutenant Bradshaw was rocky. And you knew a lot of it stemmed from insecurity, mostly on Jake’s part.

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I said something dumb today.”

His eyes darted from yours to all over the room, “Something fuckin’ dumb. In front of everyone. That I shouldn’t have said and I knew I shouldn’t have said, but I did. And now everyone hates me, well… more. Even fuckin’ Javy told me off. Can you believe that? Javy, of all people.”

As long as you’d known Jake, you’d known Javy. And he had always had Jake’s back. So that revelation was actually a little surprising.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you decided to speak up softly, “What did you say?”

This time when he met your eyes you saw remorse and guilt, “Bradshaw… his parents are, you know,” dead, “And I found out that his old man was Maverick’s WSO, and was flying with him when his dad… you know.”

“Okay…?” You trailed off, not really knowing where this was going.

He rubbed harshly at his eyes as if he was trying rub away the memory, “And I… Jesus fucking Christ. I told everyone. Right in the middle of training. Just… laid it all out there. Like it was my story to tell.”

Oh shit.

“He launched at me, he was ready to kill me. Fair enough too. And I, I kept going. Kept poking the fuckin’ bear.” He took a deep breath, “Everyone jumped in, pulled us apart. Mav dismissed us. But God if looks could kill.”

So that’s why he was home before you today.

“Why’d you say it?” You asked after a moment. Jake closed his eyes at your question and shook his head.

“Because I’m an asshole? I don’t know. I don’t know why I said it.”

You had a pretty good idea as to why he said it, “I think you do know why you said it, Jake.”

He looked helpless and downright embarrassed at your words.

Jake was the best of the best. That wasn’t an exaggeration nor a secret. He worked tirelessly to get his skill level to where it was today. And that had meant accidentally burning some bridges along the way, resulting in not too many friendships.

Rooster on the other hand, while also an incredibly skilled pilot, had a habit of being loved everywhere he went. He was a very popular man. And that irked Jake something terrible.

Jake was jealous.

And the thought of his skill set potentially being overlooked because of some weird form of aviator nepotism? That didn’t sit well with him at all.

“I’m such an asshole.”

“You need to apologise to Rooster.” You offered gently, resting your hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, “I know. Fuck I know. But how do you apologise for something like that?”

His eyebrows scrunched together when he looked at you.

“You just… do. You need to mean it, and I know you do. Leave it tonight, but tomorrow. You need to talk to him.”

“Bet you think I’m a shitty person now, huh?”

There it was again, the insecurity.

You shook your head at his statement and took his hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it, “Jake I know you. Better than anyone in that group. You’re not an asshole, I wouldn’t be here if you were. But you do need to work on letting people in, and acknowledging other people’s skills.”

He made a move to cut you off but you got in first, “Have you told Phoenix how in awe of her flying you are?”

His mouth snapped shut at that.

He’d raved about her skills years ago when they were deployed together, and again since they’d been training together over the past few weeks.

“It wouldn’t hurt to start acting like you care.”

“I do care!”

“I know that. I know you care too much. But Jake, you don’t always have to be this big macho man. No one’s going to think any less of you.”

He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed tightly, head tilted back as he took in what you were saying.

“God, you could do so much better than me.”

You smiled softly at the side of his face before leaning in to kiss his cheek, “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

The light red that dusted his cheeks made you grin. You wrapped both your arms around one of his and snuggled in closer, resting your head on his shoulder, revelling in the kiss he pressed to your hair.

It was a while before Jake spoke up again, “What if he won’t talk to me? What if he, what if everyone, actually hates me now?”

You felt your heart break for your partner. Nevermind the awards he got. Nevermind the records he set. Jake Seresin just wanted companionship. He’d found that with you and Javy, and he wanted that with his squad. He wanted what they already had with each other.

“You can only try, Jake. He’ll probably be pissed, rightfully so. But you have to try.”

You felt his head nod against his, “I will.”

Turning your head slightly you kissed his clothed shoulder, “I love you, Jake Seresin.”

“I love you too. So much.”

Jake Seresin was many things.

Above all else he was simply human.

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick

[blue-sadie]

Knight And Princess

Knight Jake Sully x Princess Reader

Summary: everyone needs an escape sometimes maybe he's yours

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

As the princess of the illustrious kingdom, my every day was filled with royal duties, never-ending court affairs, and the expectations of my people.

While some may revel in the grandeur of being a princess, I found solace in escaping the confines of the palace.

Escaping wasn't merely a want; it was a necessity. And so, whenever the opportunity presented itself, I would find myself lost in the woods, with a book as my only companion.

The dense foliage provided a comforting cocoon, sheltering me from the pressures of my title. Here, amidst the gentle melody of chirping birds and the rustling of leaves, I could truly be myself.

My imagination soared within the pages of my treasured books, paving the way for stories and adventures beyond the limits of my confined life.

One particularly beautiful afternoon, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and copper, I slipped away from the palace once again.

My heart yearned for a moment of respite, away from the opulence and expectations that came with the title Princess yn.

As I settled beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, engrossed in a fantastical tale, little did I know that this day would be unlike any other.

Lost in the captivating words before me, I heard a faint rustling nearby. Startled, I peered through the leaves to catch a glimpse of its source. My breath hitched as a knight, came into view.

Sporting a panther-like grace and dawning intricate armor, he stood beside a majestic direhorse. It was none other than Knight Jake Sully, a man renowned for his bravery and honor and he was always by my fathers side.

When our gazes met, a tremor coursed through me, both from fear and undeniable curiosity. Jake's eyes held a hint of understanding, as if he recognized my secret longing for freedom.

Without uttering a single word, he approached me, his footsteps almost soundless.

Desperate to retreat, I scrambled to my feet, prepared to flee from my hidden sanctuary. But Jake's gentle voice stopped me.

"Princess yn, please don't run," he said, his tone laced with compassion. "I promise you, I mean no harm."

Surprised by his words, I hesitated, meeting his gaze once again. Something within me stirred, a connection forming, almost as if our souls recognized each other.

Curiosity won out over fear, and I settled back onto the ground, allowing his presence to draw nearer.

"Why have you followed me, Knight Jake?" I inquired, trying to hide the tinge of vulnerability that escaped my voice.

Jake knelt beside me, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his warm eyes. "Though the palace be your prison, the woods are your escape. I understand the importance of breaking free from the shackles of responsibility," he confessed, his voice tinged with empathy.

His words resonated deeply within me, for he knew a part of me no one else did.

In his company, my worries seemed to melt away, and I found myself sharing secrets I had never dared to utter. We spoke for hours, our souls finding solace within the other's presence.

As the sun began to lower in the sky, casting long shadows across our secret retreat, I felt the weight of unexpected emotions resting gently upon my heart.

A warmth, tinged with vulnerability and affection, blossomed within me.

I wasn't the only one who had found solace; Jake, too, had discovered an understanding and acceptance of his own.

With a delicate brush of his fingers against mine, Jake whispered, "Princess yn never have I encountered someone so captivating, so willing to break free from the chains of duty. You have my heart."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken confessions. We knew that our connection, forged deep within the heart of the woods, was something to be cherished.

And with that realization, our hearts opened to the undeniable truth – that we had both found love where we least expected it.

Under the sheltering canopy of nature's embrace, our souls entwined, basking in the knowledge that true happiness could be found in the most unexpected of places.

Princess yn and Knight Jake, no longer bound by titles or constraints, found solace in each other's arms, as they reveled in the beauty of a love born amidst the pages of their shared escape.

Tag.List

@greekgods15

@sweetirilly

@neteyamyawne

#avatar #avatar pandora #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar fluff #jake sully #jake sully x reader fluff #jake sully fluff #avatar fantasy au

[adobe-outdesign]

If it's not getting tiresome would you mind reviewing the mynci? They've been my favorite since childhood

The Mynci is our only primate Neopet (not counting TNT staff, the freaks) and it's... alright. Honestly, I'm kind of amazed we only got a singular monkey Neopet for this category, considering how diverse primates are all-around—you have baboons, gorillas, monkeys, lemurs, etc. It's not a bad thing, but it's head-scratching compared to the number of dragons and birds we have.

As our only primate Neopet, the Mynci is about as literal as you could get with a monkey—long tail, big ears, snub nose (their most distinctive feature tbh) and what seems to be exposed flesh over their ears, face and stomach, down to even having a belly button. I feel like they're kind of like Lupes, being real animals, but they don't have as incredible as a selection of colours to support them like Lupes do.

I guess my main problem with them is that there's no fur indicated on their bodies, just two hairs on their heads, which always gave them this weird feeling of being bald. I feel like just a few small tufts of fur in the right spots would've helped avoid this. Their body shape is also pretty standard. Out of the designs that were voted on, I kind of gravitate towards Mynci #2 here, which both has more fur and a more interesting body shape, as well as a more obvious personality to it. (Though I will admit that #3 is the most Neopet-ish of them all.)

Mynci were basically left untouched by customization aside from gaining a fist, so that's a plus.

Favorite Colours:

Stealthy: Stealthy pets sometimes end up looking incredibly busy, with too many details and colors, but the stealthy Mynci gets it just right. I like the subtle dark green and gold palette used to accent the stealthy colour's natural navy and bright blue eyes, and little details like the stitch marks. I also love how the symbols on its headband and belt are clearly in the shape of a Mynci's nose. The only minor thing that bugs me is that those two hairs on top shouldn't be visible.

Royal: I have no idea why these are Shenkuu-based and I do not care (I guess it's because China has a fair amount of monkey species IRL?). Either way, these designs are super pretty, and work well eith the Mynci's design. Both the royalboy and royalgirl feel on par with each other, with both sporting long flowing robes (hanfu) and luck charms—the main difference being the color palettes and the royalboy having a beard and hat while the female has a headdress.

For the record, both versions are fine with the UCs obviously being better, though there are some weird things we lost in the conversion—like, what happened to the RB's beard and tail cuffs, and why did its eye color change? What happened to the RG's ring? Why did the grey in the RB's eyebrows get lighter? But regardless, these are still solid.

Toy: Come on, it's a symbol monkey! You can't not like it. The purple base is pleasant as well and goes well with the red and peach accents, and it looks nice and plastic-y. Bonus points for hiding the fist. (The eyes should've been purple or red though.)

Bonus: If you want something more ape-like and don't vibe with the Mynci's overall design, give the mutant version a spin. I really like the gorilla-like stance and anatomy, the more muted colors with bright red accents, and little details like the devil-shaped tail and extra fur. My only nitpick is that having both ears and horns feels weird—should be one or the other.

#a shoutout goes to robot which is also good but got slightly edged out by mutant for the bonus slot #neopets #neotag #myci #neopet reviews

[dulcesiabits]

first crush, second love.

summary: some drabbles for my @shepherds-of-haven MC and Chase involving an animal soulmate au (i-iii), and realizing when they're in love (iv-v). A compilation of some pieces that I like the best out of my recent SHOH works!!!

notes: 2.3k words, drabbles, suggestive content (nothing explicit), soulmate au, depictions of animal injury, introspection

i. The Cat

As was the manner for all creatures of its ilk, the cat had a habit of going wherever it pleased, with no prior warning to Qilan; whatever mythical quality it should have had as the manifestation of her soulmate’s soul meant very little to a cat. It could disappear for days at a time, and then reappear on her window the next day, batting at the glass to be let in. On other occasions, it would leap into her lap, purring loudly until she scritched its chin or behind its ears, lolling for hours in its new spot. 

Qilan, in turn, was content to leave it alone. Chasing the cat would only serve to lose its trust forever. Once, when she was a child, the cat had been more affectionate, more playful; it was a sleek black kitten like a stain of oil that would shadow her steps everywhere she went, clumsy kitten paws that kneaded at her back and mewed until she picked it up. It snuggled with her at night, hissed at the neighborhood bullies for approaching too closely, and licked at her wounds when she scraped her knees running in the forest. 

It had been her only companion when she spoke the unknown word and her village disappeared, and she was left alone with nothing but a knife and her own wits to survive. It slept in the curve of her body, warmed her on the cold winter days, and would nibble on scraps of fish she managed to catch off the coast.

Perhaps her relationship with the cat changed the day the kitten started growing and sporting fresh wounds on the daily, a reflection of her soulmate’s own physical body. Each time, she would mop up the blood, bandage the wounds, and stroke its sleek back as it curled up in pain. Eventually, the wounds stopped, but so did the cat’s affections, and she wondered what that meant for her distant soulmate.

Still. Still, the cat was her constant companion, her only friend, and she would not hold it so tight to her that it ran away. No, better to coolly love it a distance, if that was the only way to love it at all. Soulmates were a pretty fantasy; if she were to meet hers, Qilan wasn’t sure she could give them what they wanted if they expected flowers and romance, when she herself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like anymore. Perhaps if she rolled the word around on her tongue enough, she could call it back to herself, drawing on that dangerous wellspring of power, bubbling deep within her.

But words, as she had learned, were dangerous. To speak was to give them power. To confess was to give something to the world that you could never take back.

For now, it was just her and the cat, who would only creep close to her when she appeared to have fallen asleep at night, emerald eyes gleaming in the darkness as it held watch. Love, but only if you couldn’t call it such, only if it was at such a distance it could be mistaken for something else.

ii. The Swift

The bird never stopped flying. 

Chase has long gotten used to the way it swooped and soared, wings beating in an eternal rhythm. Most days, he didn’t even notice it, caught up in a new scheme or spot of mischief, the little thing so far out of sight. But sometimes, sometimes, when he looked up at the endless blue of the sky, it was all he could see.

He never put much stock in soulmates or guardian animals: a connection the One-God gave you, someone destined to love you and to be loved by you, their soul manifesting in an animal to watch over you? It sounded like a load of shit, cooked up by the Autarchy to explain away magical creatures that followed people around. Perhaps the closest he had ever come to believing in it when he was little, out on the open sea, among the spray of salt and wind.

Back then, Chase loved the bird. It flew next to him as he balanced along the mast or hopped his way up the crow’s eye, and if he could keep it in sight, he believed he would be safe. It chirped out little songs for him, and he would pretend it was his soulmate sending him messages. Even then, he couldn’t fully believe in the idea of someone out there, born solely to love him. 

Later, the bird felt more like judgment. It watched as he was left behind. It watched as he made his way into the employ of a different father. It watched the blood on his hands. It watched as he made his way back to the sea, and then back to Haven. The bird was his only witness to his gorey past, and through it all, it kept flying.

Soulmates. What a hideous thought. As if he would start letting someone tell him what to do, much less who to love. In defiance, Chase slept with anyone who caught his eye, even when, through the window, he watched the bird soar. He flirted, he dallied, and most of all, he promised himself that if he ran into his soulmate, he wouldn’t love them, if only to spit on the idea that they, a stranger, would somehow be the one for him.

Chase envied the bird sometimes, for its wings and its freedom. The swift was a bird that never stopped flying, even when it slept. Where was his soulmate going? Why did their bird always fly?

What did it matter, though? As long as he could run through the streets of Haven, unbound to anyone but himself, then that would be a type of flying, too.

iii. First Meeting

Her cat bounded along and nipped at her ankles, twining between her legs with an unusual urgency that almost had Qilan trip as she flew down the streets of Haven. Where had the wily thief gone? He had taken her medallion, and without it… if the Inquisitors were to stop her…

Her eyes darted wildly, bouncing from unfamiliar face to unfamiliar face as she sped down narrow alleys until slick cobblestoned streets gave way to the weatherbeaten wood of the wharf and the fresh seabreeze rolling off the piers. Qilan slowed, but her cat did not, and it slammed against the wooden door of one of the nearby warehouses, claws leaving deep grooves. 

“What the–” She heard a nearby man say, startled out of his slouching position by the cat’s yowling.

Her cat reacting like that could only mean one thing, but there was no time to think, no time to pause: she called within her and her magic crested, rushing through her as the wooden door exploded inwards.

Both Qilan and the cat slipped in, the man– a guard, she assumed– flustered as he ran in after her.

Smoke. Charred pieces of wood. Confused shouting. A swell of panicked bodies in the aftermath of her spell.

And her cat, dashing through it all, straight at a little fluttering bird. Her cat purred, nuzzling at the bird, their forms melting into the sunlight that fell across the dusty floor.

And behind them, a man, the same insouciant thief who had taken her medallion and ran. He caught her gaze, smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. They assessed each other, his eyes snagging over her uniform, the unmistakable glow of the iladrin, the hilt of her dagger. In turn, she noted the ease in which he held himself, belying the tension coiling under his skin, like a predator ready to pounce.

Briefly, Qilan recalled the old Ket superstition that your soulmate was not someone you were supposed to love, but to kill, your greatest enemy.

“You blew up my hideout,” the thief said mildly.

“My apologies. You can bill it to the Shepherds,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “You stole my medallion.”

The thief tossed the medal in the air casually, a miniature sun glittering, before catching it again with the same hand, all the while never dragging his gaze from hers. Qilan almost relaxed. This, at least, was easier. Violence was a language she could understand: the kiss of cold steel, the dance of two bodies locked in battle like a lover’s embrace. 

“Is it?” he asked, still languid. “Are you sure?”

The Ket thought a soulmate was someone who had seized the weakness of your soul, held it captive as a fragile animal. To protect yourself, to keep yourself safe, you had to strike first. Kill before you are killed. Hurt before you are hurt.

“Why don’t you come closer so I can check?” she said innocently, and her smile was all teeth.

As her father had taught her, strike at a vital point. Incapacitate the foe in one swift movement. First blood drawn.

iv. First Crush   

Qilan doesn’t fall in love.

She knows the right distance to keep with all her flings, knows how to carefully cool the embers of burgeoning passion before they spark into something real. It’s easier to leave in the night than the morning, disentangling herself from warm limbs, as if she was never there in the first place. 

That’s how she prefers it, too. Quick, easy, simple. No time for feelings to bloom, for someone to mistake her courtesy as affection. 

Chase, at least, understands this the most out of any of her previous partners. Lust and passion, admiration and flirtation, but nothing more. Bodies are nothing more than bodies, in the end.

But one night, he stays. 

It’s an accident. There are always lines they were careful not to cross, but people get careless, especially in the middle of warm, drowsy pillowtalk, of legs playfully entwined, of deep green eyes, catlike and grinning, even in the dark.

She trusts him, as she trusts all of her friends. But maybe she trusts him too much, because when she falls asleep in his arms, he’s still there the next morning. 

Qilan doesn’t even have time to be surprised, not with the sun shining gold across his face. His face is open, vulnerable, peaceful. No schemes, no insouciant manner, no tawdry looks. It’s just Chase, not the Prince of Thieves or Captain Trinaeste.

And she smiles to herself, her hand drifting across his forehead to sweep a soft brown curl behind his ear. She could lie here forever, playing with his hair, tracing the curve of his nose with her finger. It’s when her thumb brushes across his lips, no heat, no lust, nothing but naked affection in the gesture, that Qilan freezes.

That’s when she knows she’s fucked. 

And then Chase catches her wrist, sly green eyes opening, expertly flipping her hand to brush his lips across her knuckles, asking if she wants to go for another round. 

And of course, she says yes, because that’s what their relationship is supposed to be. Playful lust and friendly admiration. No love. Nothing like that.

Thankfully, Qilan has always been a good liar.

v. Second Love 

If anyone asks what Chase thought of Qilan, he would feed them stories about the Hero of Haven. 

Tales of her exploits, her courageous deeds and boundless wit and charm, and, to wrap it up, a cheeky wink about how he knows her closely and personally. That’s enough to satisfy most people, if not scandalize the rest. That’s what people want to hear, anyways, about myths and legends and people larger than life.

He’s always been one to keep his card to his chest, so no one has yet to figure out that he only talks about Captain Sun, the Hero of Haven, instead of Qilan. 

They have a good relationship, and it’s nothing other people need to know about or even understand. He tucks away the memories of her hair, a pink sunset around her head on his pillow, and the way she whispers his name when she has a particularly juicy story to share, and how her eyes light up when she makes some ridiculously complicated academic breakthrough he can barely understand. No, those memories, more precious than the jewels he steals, aren’t meant for other people to know. The people can have the Hero of Haven, but Qilan is his. She’s his friend, the partner he likes to sleep with when they both want to blow off steam. Both of them are good about never spending the night. There’s no fuss, no late-night neediness.

But one night, she stays.

He only intends to rest his eyes a bit, to wait until Qilan had slipped into slumber before jumping out her window. Maybe he’d pretend to doze as she slips off, her steps vanishing down the hallway. But when he next opens his eyes, it’s dawn, and it’s too late for anything but regrets.

She stirs, and he stills as she runs a hand through his hair, traces the planes of his face. This is dangerous, and Chase catches her wrist, her thumb burning on his lips like a confession. He feigns innocence, asks for another round, and she agrees, easily slipping into their familiar routine.

He’s royally fucked, though he can’t admit it yet, not when there’s a chance to escape.

Chase doesn’t fall for people. They fall for him, and he leaves behind a trail of stolen hearts and spurned lovers. It’s dangerous to fall, with no guarantee of safety, no backup plan, no shelter in sight. Because he doesn’t make mistakes like falling in love, not anymore.

If he keeps telling himself it’s not love, then one day, he might be able to believe it.

#liya writes #liya’s ocs #shepherds of haven #interactive fiction #chase trinaeste #qilan sun #It's a bit different from my usual work but... shoh chokehold real. making you guys look at my girl!!!! #so... what if you were an emotionally repressed Mage who liked sleeping around #And i was an emotionally repressed thief who liked sleeping around #and we were FWB who accidentally fell in love and neither of us expected/wanted that to happen so now we're both malding #and then we kissed instead of talking about our feelings. haha jk. unless...? :blush:

[wickedsrest-rp]

The sky is quieter, but that doesn’t mean things are going back to normal. Does a place like Wicked’s Rest even have a normal? No, because even though the daily otherworldly blasts have ceased, there’s new problems cropping up. 

Bad omens. Packs of hellhounds are emerging from the woodwork, in numbers far greater than any ranger or slayer can handle alone. Hunters are having to band together to cull these hoofed beasts, and the sudden appearance of so many at once has only ever been a warning of a looming supernatural threat. They’re not the only demonic creatures having a population boom, however—cacodaemons are also arriving on the scene, now only adding to the chaotic confusion that occurs when loved ones start behaving irrationally. Deogen has been straying from its usual haunt around the Wishing Well in Nightfall Grove, and the risk of getting lost in its fog and never making it back out is higher than ever. One thing remains a mystery: where have all the missing people gone?

All of these omens have to be leading to something, don’t they? In this case, there’s reason to suspect they’re harbingers of the enormous, monolithic leg that erupted from the ground, smack in the middle of Wormwoods. Yes, leg. It’s somewhat avian in appearance (or perhaps lizard-like?), being scaled and sporting four long, clawed toes that are so gnarled they almost resemble the branches of a gargantuan, barren tree. Aside from its initial, violent ejection from the ground, the leg has been mostly still. The crowd gathering around it has been anything but, though. Birdwatchers are flocking in from all over the state and beyond to see the leg, adding it to their life list and then checking it off. Wicked’s Rest has, naturally, monetized the leg by setting up a barrier, and charging each person $100 to touch the leg (this, they claim, will help Worm Row’s reputation). Additionally, it has created quite the divide in town: some people want to try and cut it down, to destroy it. Others want to protect it, though it seems like a mixed bag of folks either being terrified of upsetting something powerful, or believing it to be the manifestation of a god that will raise them all from perdition and cleanse the town of evil.

It’s as of yet unclear where the truth lies. But as bad omens continue to pour into the town, there’s little reason to suspect the leg is anything good, and it may in fact be only a preview of things to come.

WHAT ELSE? WELL...

Pieces of rock that look like they came from the Abnormality are jutting out of the ground in the area around the leg. They don’t seem to be encasing anyone like before, but their presence has some people concerned.

The leg has attracted all sorts of birds to perch, from aravo to valravne, and everything in between. This only further entices birdwatchers. There also seems to be a significant presence of various demonic and specter-like entities in the area.

The skyquakes have gotten less frequent, a fact celebrated by pretty much everyone in town. Now they hit about once a week, sometimes less, but the droning does last longer than it did before. The longest one recorded so far was a full three minute stretch, rather than the multiple short bursts. The source remains unknown.

There are dozens of bounties posted in The 3 Daggers for packs of hellhounds (and possibly some black dog variants), all listing different locations where the creatures have been sighted. It’s a good way for hunters to make some extra cash!

Two large sinkholes have opened up in Worm Row and Gatlin Fields. The latter seems to have compromised the structural integrity of the Allgood Death Pit, and has deepened the already-sizable mass grave, spilling remains down into the earth. It has helped with the smell, but no one knows how far down the pit now goes, and most aren’t very keen on going down there to find out.

The sinkhole in Worm Row has claimed a couple blocks worth of apartments that sit very near the Flat itself, and aside from the rubble that still clings to its crumbling edges, seems as deep and dark as the sinkhole in the fields. It’s unclear if the influx of demonic creatures in the town are coming from these sinkholes, but that wouldn’t be a bad guess.

On April 8, there will be a full solar eclipse that will be visible to all in town. Aside from looking awesome, this phenomenon is going to have some far-reaching effects. Supernatural creatures that have an affinity with the sun are going to be feeling especially drained of energy after this eclipse, perhaps even for days or weeks. Conversely, those empowered by the moon will be feeling a little extra pep in their step! Hopefully they can control it. While the eclipse is happening, even those who don’t normally see ghosts or have any connection to the supernatural might be able to peer into another world. Surely no emotional or mental harm can come of that within 4 minutes. 

Believers in the supernatural have been warning others to stay inside when the fog rolls in. It’s hard to tell if it’s normal fog, or if it’s Deogen… and really, it isn’t worth the risk of finding out. This has been especially challenging with the increase of stormy and foggy, wet weather. 

Some people have been blaming the new sinkholes on the local cryptid known as the Moleman. A figure matching his description has been reported lurking in the nearby alleyways of Worm Row, but that can't be true, right? Either way, it’s probably safest to keep your distance.

The authorities mostly disapprove of the monetization of the leg because no one knows anything about it, and it might be dangerous. That hasn’t stopped people from paying to touch it and others from just climbing over the barriers. If you can get close enough to get a scraping of… whatever the leg is made out of, there’s some speculation of it being a helpful ingredient for alchemical amplification of objects—it does seem to trend towards negative effects, however.

#established rp #lsrpg #supernatural rp #horror rp #skeleton rp #original rp #tumblr rpg #spn rpg #potw #plot of the week #season 2

[alcorian]

Ok so I mean no disrespect, I'm genuinely curious.

What is the draw of objectium? (I can't spell)

I'm questioning if I'm into that, and I'm not really sure what it means (other than like the textbook definition)

Of course I know it's different for everyone but I'd love to have your insight

the draw? thats a good question....

for me, im just attracted to objects (mainly machines) in the same way im attracted to women. i love curves and breasts. i love wires and hydraulics. like if u think the woman on the right is just as pretty as the woman on the left

for me, objectum is less a kink and more a sexuality. but for some people is it more a kink (you might also want to look into objectophilia!)

i find the curve of a lamborghini's chassis attractive. the power and strength in a large hydraulics system is sexy. an old-fashioned semi truck is handsome. a PC is cute. (or sexy, if it has a glass side... letting you see all up inside them...)

i also, am a bit like a bird. bright colors woo me. humans only come in varying shades of black, brown, tan, and peach. which are lovely, but sometimes i need a gorgeous warm yellow, or a smooth deep blue.

i also like the variety among inanimate objects. what makes each of them purr with delight? what special little traits does each have? nothing will ever be a VHS to me. i love their little clicks and clacks, the sounds they make when rewinding. a computer's fans spin hotter when they're thinking too hard. even more specific than types of objects, each model of computer has their own specific curve, size, weight. (and so on with other types of objects.)

and then, of course, i have to talk about my autism & hyper-empathy. objectum is a common sexuality among autistic people, which is probably linked to our hyper-empathy and tendency to anthropomorphize inanimate objects. not anthro like a furry; anthro like giving human emotions and personality traits to objects. like when your plushie falls off the bed and you feel bad because you dont want them to think you dont love them. except some of us kind of take it to the next level, and i think thats where objectum becomes more common among us. even with objects im not attracted to, i have a tendency to interpret them as having personalities, genders, feelings, etc. sometimes i interpret them as having specific feelings towards me. like my grandpa's car, which im intimidated by, and i feel like she doesnt like me very much. this is probably because she's an expensive sports car. sports cars are scary.

anyways--you can be objectum without being autistic, its just more common among us!

let me know if you have any more questions. i tried to be thorough, but ive never had to explain objectum before ^^

#askbox #Anonymous #objectum #oh also! some objectums are sexually attracted to objects. some romantically. some platonically. some in combos of two or all three #personally im mainly sexually and sometimes platonically attracted bc im aro

[mask131]

Egyptian gods: Hapi

The Nile wasn’t just the only river of Egypt and its main body of water: the Nile was the water around which Egypt built itself and without which Egyptians couldn’t survive. Their religion, society and calendar all shaped themselves based on the Nile, because it was a crucial element in the life of any Ancient Egyptian. The three seasons of the Egyptian calendars were “shemu”, “the sowing”, “peret”, “the harvest” and “akhet”, “the flooding”. You see, the Nile had a yearly flooding, and this even was so important that it became the focus of an entire Egyptian season. The flooding actually poured water over the fields and crops surrounding the Nile, helping the plants grow for the future harvest, and it also left on the shores a lot of silt, which fertilized the earth. Without the yearly flood of the Nile, the lands near it would end up as dry and arid as other parts of Egypt, and the crops would fail, meaning an ensured famine. But on the flipside, the Nile’s flooding could become very dangerous, because if it was too big, too brutal, too violent, it could drown fields and destroy crops instead of helping them grow… As a result, Egyptians made sure they used all the religious and magical methods they could to be certain of having a “good flood” each year. And one of those means was by personifying and embodying the measured and fertilizing flood in the shape of a god: the very-well named Hapi.

Hapi was the spirit of the Nile and the divinization of the Nile’s flood. He was the being that gave the waters of the Nile their movement, vitality and fertility – he was the one who made sure the good black silt ended up on the shores, and that Egypt became a land of prosperity. Pharaohs whose rule led to a time of abundance for Egypt were often depicted as Hapi on paintings. Among the god’s titles you could find “Lord of the River Bringing Vegetation”, or “Lord of the Fish and the Birds of the Marshes”. Hapi was believed to live in an underground cavern, under the first cataract of the Nile, near Aswan, under the island of Elephantine. There, each year the god started the yearly flood by pouring two enormous jars of water into the river. Once this was done, Hapi left this first lair of his to move to the other part of Egypt, the Lower-Egypt, where he settled in a grotto located this time near Memphis, and there he also poured two jugs of water, to make sure the flood happened in both parts of the country. These two areas were also the places where his cult took place, and where people threw in the water food, sacrificed animals or magical amulets to make sure Hapi would be kind to them – a lot of food was also thrown into the Nile during Hapi’s feast day, the feast of Ope, which celebrated the arrival of the flood (the flood itself being called “the arrival of Hapi”). In Upper-Egypt, Hapi was notably said to work with the god ruling over his living region, Khnum, and with two local Nile-guardian deities, Anukis and Satis: it was said they formed the stocks of silt that later Hapi delivered on the shores of the Nile.

Hapi is very noticeable due to his unique androgynous appearance. Hapi was a man, and paintings clarified that by having him wear the “fake-beard” typical of pharaohs (again, the pharaoh was identified with Hapi because he was supposedly in charge of maintaining the prosperity and abundance of Egypt). However, Hapi also sports long and fleshy female breasts, which are a physical manifestation of him being a spirit of fecundity and fertility. To that is added a rotund and plump belly, which was a visual manifestation of wealth. Sometimes Hapi was depicted with a bluish-green skin, supposed to be the same color as the waters of the Nile. More interestingly, Hapi was often “multiplied”. For example, many paintings depict a full line of Hapis coming towards the master of a temple – these multiple Hapis, called “the Niles”, were supposed to depict the many subdivisions of the river. Each one holds a different item in his hands: flowers, fruits, fishes… They are the various offerings born out/produced from each of the regions of Egypt, and if the Niles bring them to the master of a temple, it is because Hapi offers what he produces to the gods. Indeed, despite his very important role in the Egyptian life, Hapi wasn’t considered a superior or major god – no, he was rather a minor and secondary deity, who must often acted as the servant of more powerful gods and goddesses, and who fed them with the products of his own fertility. A much more common depiction of Hapi was the “Hapi twins” – painting Hapi not as one, but as two identically-looking deities, which intertwined plants together. This dual representation was meant to represent the Nile portion of Upper Egypt and the Nile portion of Lower Egypt, which united their forces and worked together to make Egypt one great and rich nation: one Hapi was crowned with and holding in his hand papyrus leaves, symbolizing Upper-Egypt, while the other was crowned with and holding in his hand lotus flowers, the flower of Lower Egypt. Their alliance was symbolized by how they intertwined these two regional plants together – it was called the “sema-taouy”, the symbolical union of Upper and Lower Egypt. [In terms of animal-companions, the Upper Egypt Hapi was usually surrounded by crocodiles, whereas the Lower Egypt one was followed by frogs]

Beyond his role as the spirit of the Nile, Hapi also had another function as a funeral god! Indeed, in the process of mummification, the Egyptians removed from their dead four organs deemed to be sacred and essential to the survival of the deceased in the afterlife – these organs were to be kept in special urns called the “canopy vases”. To make sure these precious elements were not destroyed, each canopy vase was shaped in the image of a minor god, who together were supposed to guard the organs. Hapi was one of those four gods – in charge of keeping the lungs of the dead. The other three gods were Imsety (a human-looking god) watching over the liver, Qebehsenuef (falcon-god) watching over the intestines, and Duamutef (jackal-god) guarding the stomach. Together, these four guarding deities were collectively known as “The Four Sons of Horus”.

EDIT: I checked and discovered that, quite fascinatingly, while sometimes in Egyptian mythology Hapi was seen as a minor figure, a secondary spirit that mostly acted as a servant and “feeder” of the gods (as I described above), other times he was described in the very opposite way. Due to all of the fertility of Egypt relying on him, he was sometimes called the “father of the gods”, and seen as the source of every life, as well as the one maintaining the balance and order of the cosmos through a measured annual flooding. After all, the river Nile (and thus Hapi himself) were thought to come from/be formed out of the Nun, the primordial water and primitive ocean before the world was created and from which the first gods and the sun itself were born. 

#egyptian gods #egyptian mythology #egyptian god #hapi

[trashbins-stuff]

bin can handle it!! (except for the one time it cant) (ttc fan fanfic)

heads up: this work have angst, attempted murder, attempted suicide, actual suicide, and blood please dont read if it triggers you <3 also this is a 5+1 things (>v0) also i know bin should have die immediately but can u rlly blame a guy for wanting to romanticize his death? THIS IS HOW I COPE WITH MY DEATH U CANT TELL SOMEONE HOW TO GRIEF ESPICALLY WHEN THEY'RE GRIEFING THEMSELVES WAAAAAAA

"i can handle it!!"

"its doable!!"

"fuck it we balllll"

--

1.

Bin wipes the tear off his face, his dad had already stop banging on the door forever ago, probably off watching sport or something, Bin couldn't stop crying, whenever he thought he had calm down, another wave of sadness wash over him and he's wet again.

His mom sit across the mattress, Bin didn't want to talk to her, she'll say its his fault.

And maybe it was.

His dad isn't entirely at fault here. He's trying his best, Bin did too, but he guess it wasn't enough, his dad wouldn't chase him up here if it did, threatening to kill him and all that.

Even when his mom bought a bunch of books on parenting, he's the only one who even reads them, he didn't even plan on having kids, he was just bored.

But that's okay, so what if his dad tried to kill him and his mom was rarely ever there? that's okay!! Bin can handle a bit of loneliness, he have friends!! And his cousin sometime too!! Bin can manage this.

He stand up and unlock the door, repeating "I'm sorry, ba" like a mantra in his head.

2.

The four of them have been sticking together like glue in the entirety of elementary school.

Bin, Puffball Keychain, Baggy and Fluffy Carpet, that is.

They made craft together, they played the same game, Bin and Carpet raves over Melanie Martinez, hanging out in the school cafeteria afterschool, making up their own version of stories and songs they find in textbooks, the usual.

Bin thought it'll stay that way when they go to middle school.

It didn't.

For Carpet, they went to a different school, didn't have a choice.

For Puffball Keychain, too much had happen, didn't want to remember.

For Baggy, it's complicated, didn't know who we are.

That night, Bin cried and wept.

"Your personality is annoying, if you won't change, no one would want to be friend with you"

"I agree with her, sorry"

All those god damn EIGHT YEARS meant NOTHING to them, Pk have been there since 1st grade, sure, she abandon fem once in 2nd grade to hang out with Carpet and Baggy but that's seven years ago.

And Baggy were the nicest one, the kind one, and even she get tired of Bin, fey miss going to her house, they would play together with her cousin.

Now they barely look at each other.

And Bin was lonely.

But that's alright, Bin can still make new friends!! It's not the end of the world!! Fey can always start a new!! Bin can get through this.

And Bin met a new friend, Bin play more of the therapist role then best friends usually but that was fine, if it keep this friendship afloat, fey will do anything.

3.

Bin cried in class, she couldn't handle the bullying, the teasing, the isolation, she was EIGHT for frog's sake!! Would it kill them to be nice to her? She couldn't stop crying, through her wet glances, she can see her bullies staring back at her, and then one them spoke.

"Crocodile tears"

Bin feel something broke, she isn't sure what but she realized.

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there and if she want to survive, she's gonna need some mask and a tough persona. Bin can get use to this.

After years of kids leaving and joining the class, Bin found herself enjoy talking to a few kids, they still treat her differently but as long as they tolerate her, it was enough.

4.

Bin feel ugly, a bit on physical but mostly mentally, it didn't like when people commented on it's efforts.

"Your hair look like a bird nest, when was the last time you brush it?" they'll touch its hair without its consent and try to brush it, its hurts like its scalp is going to be ripped out in any minutes.

"Your a female, why are your hand writing worse than all the boys?" it was trying its best, it put so much time writing and making it look legible, and this is the thanks it get? Tch, figures.

"..bla bla bla..."

It didn't want to change, it didn't like how they look at it, there's always something that separate it form other people, that wall have been there since forever. No one needed it, no one wanted it.

It didn't want itself either.

It never asked to be here, it never looked forward to it's existent. But Bin fix this.

Over years it thinks, Bin start to love parts of itself that it had previously hate, Bin start to feel a bit better. But what is it even-?

5.

Bin couldn't tell, if the kid died from bashing their head or the stab wound. Either way they're laying on the kitchen floor, looking at the lights above, not from heaven-they just have a long lightbulb in their kitchen.

They roll their head back to look at their other self, Bin immediately look away, after staring for a second or two, their gaze went back to the lights.

Bin walk to the chair and turn on the tv.

Leaving the kid to bleed out and die.

Leaving Bin to bleed out and die.

A year later, a soaking wet Bin was walking to it's bedroom, it was it's cousin birthday today, but its not time to eat yet. It walk in and its eye turn left.

Bin found the same kid with the fan's string tied around their neck.

They couldn't even get a proper rope.

Bin couldn't even get a proper rope.

"We gotta stop meeting like this"

"..."

The kid stood up and walk away, leaving Bin alone in it's bedroom

--

1.

With a thud, Bin fall down on the cold hard floor in Galaxy Journal's lab.

He wasn't the best person, he had done a lot of wrongs, he had done a lot of rights too, maybe he'll end up in purgatory, or are we all clotted in the same afterlife? like Journal said, or will he be reincarnated? or maybe there's nothing after death at all.

He doesn't know, and that scare him a little.

A part of her still hopes, a part of her still hope that maybe, just maybe, Journal would burst through that door any second now and fix her up. Or if it's too late, she still hopes that someone-anyone! would kick down that dammed door and hold her, hold her tight.

Her death would have looked cuter in someone's arm.

She want to be held, one last time.

The door didn't even budge.

So (So)

Instead (Instead)

It's (It's)

Gonna (Gonna)

Die (Die)

As (As)

Lonely (Lonely)

As (As)

It (It)

Felt (Felt)

Last (Right)

Night (Now)

But at least Journal's lab have a very nice ceiling.

And the maggots will surely enjoy my rotten flesh.

Classic Bin, always so silly, but i fear your positivity will not save you this time.

Bin took it's last breath in the dark lab, alone.

Becoming as cold as the blood-covered floor below it.

The cassette tape sits on the table, it contain words contradicting what Bin have said the night before.

And the lab fell silent once more.

Bin might have ended it all right then and there.

But the Earth will keep on spinning.

And tomorrow will be a brand new day.

"Remember Me".

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: Haiiii this is the end, i hope u enjoy it!! htis is my first fic so plz go easy on me,,,<3 thanks for reading :3

Also all the things that happen to bin may or may not actually happen irl hehe-

words count: 1,244

#the traumatized cup #ttc #ttc bin #angst #fanfic #trashbins-art #tw attempted murder #tw suicide #tw blood #tw death #5+1 things #5 + 1 fic #5+1 times #5 time bin can handle it and one time it couldn't

[silastheanon]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AXIS!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! IM SO HAPPY I GET TO BE YOUR FRIEND @professionallydeadinside

HERES YOUR BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!!

Three children, once loved and meant to live, cursed to die by something cursed in his own existence.

The eldest, named Evelyn, tormented in pain. The twins, Alexander and Alexandra, one dead and one cursed.

Three children, now one.

____________________

I’ve been in my room for a long time, now. I’ve read almost all my books, and there isn’t much to write about. I can see birds from my window, though.

They sing pretty. I like the sounds they make. There’s an owl that comes by too, sometimes. I looked in my books, and one of them describes owl breeds! I got super lucky with that. I think it’s a saw-whet owl! They usually don’t come this far East. It’s very pretty, and its hoot sounds like a saw.

That’s why it’s called a saw-whet owl. I think that’s really cool.

____________________

I miss my brother and sister. I miss my mom and dad.

I’m sick of this fever.

____________________

What does a jackfruit taste like? I just read about it, I’ve started reading cookbooks now that I don’t have much else to do, and I wonder what it tastes like? Does it taste like a ‘jack’? What does a jack taste like?

Or, was it discovered by someone named Jack? Is Jack proud to have a fruit named after him.

I’d be proud if there was a fruit named after me. Something like Alexandrafruit. Yeah, that’d be cool.

First, I just have to get out of this room.

____________________

Do dogs talk to each other? Do they talk to cats? I want a dog. Or a cat. Or a rat.

Or a friend.

____________________

I wonder how Evelyn and Alexander are doing. I hope they’re happy.

I bet they’re running through fields and dancing and laughing. I bet they go out every night onto the roof and see the stars. Maybe they’ve tasted a jackfruit! They swim in rivers, too! They get sunburns and play in the snow. They’ve been hit by snowballs and have fallen down and have played sports.

I’m glad. They’re happy, so I’m happy!

____________________

I’ve decided to name the saw-whet owl. I can’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl, so I’m going to call it Briar, like the plant. I wish I could leave food out for it.

Maybe I’ll ask the servants to bring me some extra.

____________________

There’s something at the foot of my bed.

It doesn’t move, doesn’t do much, it just stands there. I can’t tell if he’s real.

____________________

Owls have meaning. They mean insight, wisdom, and something else, but the book is too faded there for me to read. I hope it’s happiness.

____________________

Do other kids hurt? Does their skin feel like sandpaper? Do their throats never stop aching? Are they ever comfortable, not fighting between freezing and burning? Can they rest easy?

Do they suffer, too?

____________________

The servants won’t bring me any extra food. They say I shouldn’t waste it on owls, that there isn’t enough to waste.

Yet, I see more and more soldiers out in the square every day.

____________________

The thing at the foot of the bed. He’s back, but not at the bed.

He’s in the closet, now. I can see his eyes. They glow green.

He doesn’t talk. He just watches me. He doesn’t move. He just watches.

That’s all he does.

Watches.

____________________

I can’t remember Mama’s voice.

____________________

What did Alexander look like?

____________________

Who is Evelyn?

____________________

Does the sun get lonely? It’s up in the sky all day, and there isn’t anything else up there. The moon has the stars, so it isn’t lonely, but does the sun get sad and lonely?

I guess it has the clouds, though. Maybe when they cover the sun, they’re actually hugging the sun.

That makes me happy. I’m glad the sun has friends.

____________________

He doesn’t stay in one spot, when he comes to me.

Sometimes, he’s back at the foot of the bed. Sometimes, he’s in the closet, and all I can see are his eyes, watching me. Other times, he’s in the corner of the room.

Some nights, he leans over me. I don’t think he breathes.

____________________

Briar’s visiting me more often, now. I don’t know why, but I’m happy.

I wish others would visit me, too.

____________________

I’m hot, I’m burning, I am aflame. I am nothing but pain, little but the rash that consumes me, barely more than an aching throat and rough skin and burning, burning, burning heat.

He is above me, simply watching me scream.

____________________

Briar has begun pecking at the window. There are other birds with it, too. Black birds, big and mighty, and I can just see roosters below on the square, but they only ever call at night. Maybe they call for the rats and bats that come out at night. They need woken up, too.

There was even a sparrow.

____________________

He’s started talking to me.

I can’t understand him, but I can hear him. He whispers.

He whispers.

____________________

My bed is uncomfortable. My feet hurt. My back aches.

I want to run. I want to jump.

I want to die.

____________________

He whispers. He stands closer to me, now.

Some nights, he reaches out. He’ll stroke my hand, or my forehead, or just rest a hand on my chest.

It stops burning when he does that. His touch soothes the fever, soothes the rash. He doesn’t recoil from the feel of sandpaper skin.

I am grateful for that.

____________________

There are more swallows. They just sit and watch me. They’re pretty.

Briar is prettier.

____________________

If he were to hug me, would all of me be soothed? Would I be healed?

____________________

The window lock is old. If I were to open it, I could let Briar in.

I could go through it. I could finally jump, like other kids do.

____________________

I asked him what his name was. He didn’t answer me. He just held his hand to my forehead.

It was nice.

____________________

The doctors say I’m getting better. They don’t listen when I say the fever burns stronger, that it melts skin from my bone. They don’t listen when I say my skin is rougher than brick, that my throat is raw and bleeding even though I can’t see it.

They don’t listen.

____________________

Galante.

His name is Galante.

____________________

The sparrows left. The mighty black birds left. None of the birds return, except for Briar.

I wonder what that means.

____________________

I can hear him better, now. He doesn’t whisper as quietly anymore. Galante tells me he knows how to help me, but I must wait until he can tell me. He says it will only work when the fever is low enough.

I hope it goes down enough for him to help me.

____________________

Briar’s gone. They’ve been gone for a while, longer than before. I don’t think they’ll be coming back.

____________________

I’m going to die.

____________________

Did Alexander have dark hair? Did he have long hair? Did he look like Mama?

I can’t remember.

____________________

The burning, the burning, the blistering pain. It’s going to kill me. The writhing, it doesn’t help, nothing helps. Screaming only rips my throat, only makes my lungs burn as bad as my flesh. My stone flesh, my flesh of sandpaper, of bricks and rough things.

I am going to die.

There are birds at the window, again. Briar and the sparrows and the mighty black birds. They’re beating against the window, cawing screams that never stop. Or are those my own?

Galante is there. He is watching me. He is breathing in. I’ve never seen him breathe before.

He is speaking.

____________________

Galante made me an offer. I will live, but I must go to my brother.

I’ve forgotten what he looks like, what he sounds like.

Alexander looks peaceful in sleep. He doesn’t suffer, doesn’t know burning pain, stone skin, rotting throat like I do. He is peaceful.

I am next to him.

We are both peaceful.

____________________

The birds are gone, for forever. They have no more to do.

They have no soul to take.

____________________

My body is ash, but I remain. I am in his body, his mind no more, only mine. Galante tells me what to do.

He tells me to take the dust of Alexandra and take it to Evelyn, my eldest sister. I did not remember that. I did not know there were more than Alexander. Galante says she’s my sister, so I believe him.

I put the ashes, the dust of my pain and my brick flesh, in her fireplace. I scream, and she is taken away.

She killed Alexandra in a fit of rage, and burned her.

No one asks how she got in the room, or why there wasn’t any fight.

____________________

Evelyn is gone, my flesh burnt and dust, and Alexander’s body is all that remains, my mind inside it. I am excited to live, to run and dance and shout.

It was not to be.

____________________

He is a liar. Galante is a liar.

I am not in control.

He commands me.

____________________

My parents are gone.

They are sick in a way worse than I was. Galante killed them, made them sick with dead water and food.

I am all that’s left.

____________________

There is a prince in a kingdom far off, who kills those he loves. Or, he kills those that love him.

Are his sins worse than mine? Or mine worse than his?

Or are we the same?

____________________

Galante is making the world burn, through my body, It is ablaze, aflame, burning worse than my fever, burning worse than my flesh, than my throat.

He is destroying the world, and I cannot do anything but watch, and plead, a little voice in a dead mind.

____________________

There were three children.

Three children, once loved and cherished, now cursed to die by one cursed himself.

The eldest, Evelyn, shipped away and dead at her own hand. The twins, Alexander and Alexandra, never to part again.

Three children.

Now one.

[doverstar]

Heyo! I'm sending this around to a few people in an effort to get to know them better, but I'm curious: is there an animal that is either a favorite or that you know a lot about? And if so, could you tell me about it?

Hiiiii! This is a great idea. No one ever asks this Very Important Question anymore in my life. As a child and kind of in my bloodstream, my favorite animal was always a lion. (I also like squirrels, cats, and cows.) But my most secret favorite animal (like an off-to-the-side favorite animal) is the thylacine, and yes, I can tell you about it! They're extinct! :)))) because! we suck! :)))))))))) They were also referred to as Tasmanian Tigers, but they're not canines or felines in spite of their looks; they're actually marsupials. Like kangaroos.

They were cream/tan/brown, and they came from Australia, Tasmania (of course), and New Guinea. They had pouches just like kangaroos do, and these ridiculously-cool mouths that could open crazy-wide. The widest the species is recorded to have stretched its jaws (as far as I've researched) was 80 degrees! Their footprints were way more symmetrical than that of foxes' prints or other, similar prints. They made "cay-yip" or sometimes "hop-hop-hop" sounds, or long winding calls to each other. Big carnivores. Big snoots. They were pushed out of their habitats by British settlers at first, and then hunted down mostly because local farmers thought they were eating their farm animals. (But also for sport.) They did like birds, and chickens, but even though their bite range was big, most of their known prey tended to be on the smaller side. The last known thylacine's name was rumored to have been Benjamin (that's it up there!) and in 1936, it froze to death in captivity because some idiot forgot to let it in where it was warm for the night. It may have been female, though; the name and male status were both kinda a myth. But that thylacine did die due to neglect at the Hobart Zoo. Scientists in have been trying to clone the thylacine from a dead fetus for years, but obviously it's super expensive, super unnatural, and super not-gonna-work. In my opinion. Of course I wish it would, but I just don't think that's quite how the Lord designed animals and their life cycle to work. People like to post hazy Youtube videos trying to say they've spotted a thylacine out there in the wild, but none of these videos are proven and as far as we all know, thylacines are long-gone. I first found out about them on a trip to Washington D.C., when we went to one of the museums and they had the thylacine's model blocked off in the dark behind a black gauze curtain. You could press a button and the light would come on above it, showing it to you behind the curtain, and explaining what it was and how it's extinct now. I was super fascinated because it's not often you see an animal you've never seen before, anywhere, onscreen or in-person. And then I spent the rest of the night researching it and now it's one of my favorites. The thylacine makes an appearance in all of my just-for-me original stories I write. I want a thylacine stuffed animal for Christmas.

#thanks for asking! #what's YOUR favorite animal? #asked #answered #thylacines #extinct animals #extinct species #doverstar's favorite animal #get to know doverstar #ask doverstar #way-too-addicted-to-anime

[animealways]

oh the irony

oc x oc/yulivia lilienne boonchuy get a chance with her crush

Lily was sitting under the bleachers completely ignorant to the hot blonde cheerleader walking towords her.

''hey umm can i sit here?'' ''uh yeah sure.''

lily put down her videogame, kinda confused as to why emma the principal daughter decided to sit here. she almost wanted to check her good eye (she is blind in her right eye due to a childhood incident and cover it up with a black binder eye patch)

''sorry to bother you, i know this is sort of your spot.'' lily raised a eyebrow at that as her heart was beating so hard she could practicly feel it jump out of her chest. ''i mean, i see you around during games and sometimes even practices.''

''so uhh why did you come here..?'' lily slightly tilted her head while asking the question. she tried hard to keep her cool while talking to her crush. ''hehe fair question, i just wanted to get away from the noise i guess.'' that only confused lily more.

''uhh not to be rude but isn't that what you sign up for, i mean with the games and cheering you guys have to do?''

''okaay well, y-yeah thats a fair point, you are signing for noise i guess. when i wanted to sign up i thought more of it as a sport. kinda stupid i didn't think about everything els, i guess. i just wanted to do the tricks and stuff.'' emma looked around abit. ''its very peacefull here, you can still see the game but with more space.''

...

''uhh yeah its nice. thats why i sit here alot. hehehe...'' son of a slug was that ackward. lily cursed mentally at herself for that. ''uhh sorry, my name is emma and you?''

''im lily.'' she gave small smile that hopefully looked genuine. ''well nice to finally know your name.''

''oh?'' ''yeah i noticed you're under the bleachers pretty often, others have too. its always like 'who is that?' pretty mysterious. i actually think some of the girls on the team are scared of you.''

what els is new. lily thought to herself with the punk/goth/emo esthetic she had, it wouldn't be the first time someone judge her based on clothes alone.

''but that only made me want to sit here more, i guess im curious. uh sorry, i'm probably weirding you out. you sit here all the time and now this random cheerleader comes here in your sp-''

''no! its... its fine, you can come sit here whenever you want.'' lily cut her off in fear that emma walks away and that she might never get a good reason to talk to her again. ''i-i mean its not like i own the bleachers. would me kinda rude if a told you off just for wanting to sit here,''

''i suppose you're right but i assume you sit here alone for a reason.'' well she isn't wrong, lily told herself. there was silcent before lily decided to ask her a probably ackward question. ''so uh are you alright. i kinda saw the captain screaming at you...''

''ah you noticed, huh. yeah, i also came here to get away from her. alot of the girls on the team are nice though. they aren't like the cheerleaders in the movies and stuff but our captain is a very different story. i needed to get away from her and this seemed like a nice place. i also was curious to know who you are, so i killed 2 birds with 1 stone i guess.''

lily looked at the ground before asking emma another question. ''sooo did i live up to you're expections or..?''

''uh yeah you did and more actually.'' ''i did?'' lily asked confused again.

''well yeah~, i expected you to tell me to 'fuck off' actually.'' lily eyebrows got closer to each other. do i really look like that type of person? she mutter under her breath, soft enough for emma not to hear. ''like this random cheerleader with her pompomps and her bright ass uniform comes over to the cool kid sitting under the bleachers and just..''

what did she just call me? she thinks i'm cool? lily eyes widen at the words. ''i don't think most people would consider the girl that wears all black clothes, black eyeshadow, black eyeliner and leather jackets almost every single day 'the cool kid'.'' most people label her as creepy or something along those lines.

''yeah well, i think you're cool. its pretty obivious you no one is going to change you anytime soon.'' she shrugged and lily hold herself back from making the biggest grin ever. ''as a cheerleader you kinda just grouped together and seen as the same.''

''i don't think you're the same as the other cheerleaders, after all the fact you're sitting here talking to me kinda proves it.''

''okay, touche most cheerleaders wouldn't go and talk to the mystery kid under the bleachers. i guess that does make me different.'' emma smiled.

''well you have been asking me alot of question, wich makes sense i am the 1 that came over here. but i always wondered why do you sit under the bleachers? you don't seem like the type to care for sport games or my cheer practices or am i wrong?'' lily started to pick at the gras infront of her, a habit she had whenever she didn't want to answer something.

''o-oh i like doing... stuff underneath here...'' oh real smooth, lily thought to herself.

''its fine, you don't have to tell. if you didn't i would have never talked to you. you seem cool, way nicer then my captain for sure.'' emma pointed to the usual traning spot for the cheerleaders.

''i mean you could try for captain if she that bad.''

emma eyes widen at your words. ''i can't just become the cheer captain. its put to a vote? i think? honestly i'm not even sure. she's just always been the captain.''

lily leaned forword abit liking the conversation is going. ''well maybe its time to change it up abit and for someone els to step up.''

emma smiled at what lily was implying. ''maybe i will, don't know how but it be pretty cool. i would definitley stop with the 'punny' cheers and focus more skill, dear god i don't know where she gets those from.''

lily giggled at the comment and emma couldn't help but notice how different lily looked as she giggled. she looks pretty cute wich says alot about someone that is competely coverd in black and wearing silver chains, earings and rings. ''yeahhh, it be nice to not hear something about claws everytime another school with a cat like mascot came over.''

''ugh i know, i try so hard not to cringe when i hear them. the pompomps are a perk though, swinging these around is more fun then most people think. i should leave though, i took enough of your time.''

''its fine, you can stay.'' lily waved her hand around trying to seem casual. ''you sure?''

''yeah i like talking to you. unless the others are looking for then you can go...''

''oh them? i'm pretty sure they saw me walk over here and thought i was crazy but that doesn't matter. they're missing out anyway. you're really friendly up close and cute at that.'' oh frog she called me cute lily bite her lip not letting her emotions get he better of her. ''oh you're just flattering me now.''

''no i mean it, beside people should compliment each other more.'' lily rubbed her trying to work up her confidents. ''well you're really beautifull, like the most out of the team.''

''oh i don't know about that. we have alot of pretty girls on the team.'' yeah but you're my favourite lily thought to herself. ''yeah but i like you better then the others. you work harder then them.''

''how do you know?'' ''i watch your guys practise, remember.''

''oh right i forgot that for a sec. you still haven't told me why though.'' should i tel her? she decided she might as well. ''well~ my mom makes comics as a living the art, storyline, pretty much everything. i uh like to help her out here and there. so i d-draw people to help her out with designs and poses and stuff...'' lily avoided emma eyes with the increase ackwardness she is feeling.

''really? thats... really cool. can i see some of it?'' lily eyes widen at the last scentence, ah crud. ''i uh well it isn't anything impressive, just some sketches and drawings and stuff...''

''oh come on, i bet it looks great. i promise i'm not gonna judge you. they are of me or well... i'm assuming i'm in there somewhere.'' uh alot actually. lily grabbed her backbag and found the notebook. as emma grabbed it and open it, she found a very detailed drawing of herself.

''yeah, just some sketche-'' emma looked up from the book straight into lily eyes. ''are you kidding me this is amazing! i can see being a artist runs in the family.'' lily smiled at the compliment.

'' i wouldn't called it art.'' emma raised a eyebrow at her. ''then what would you called?''

''oh you know drawings, sketches. that sort of thing.'' lily was fiddling with her hands not sure how to act around emma anymore.

''you really made me look beautifull.''

''well its easy to draw someone pretty, if their already drop dead gorgeous.'' lily casually said without a second thought. ''i don't know about 'drop dead gorgeous' but thank you.'' oh shit i said that out loud!? lily froze for a second before swallowing.

as lily was about to open her mouth she could hear someone shout. ''emma! there you a-are... what are you doing with them?'' lily looked at emma and then amelia. ''oh we're just talking, anyway whats up?'' emma looked up to her friend. ''well your dad is here to pick us up.''

''oh okay looks like i gotta go.'' she got up on her feet. ''but before i go.'' emma bended down and kissed lily on the cheek ... ''hehe, sorry if i surprised you but i wanted to thank you before leaving.''

she smiled and waved while lily just stared wide eyed at her but as soon emma started walking lily grabbed her hand. emma turned around looking at lily. ''i uhh are you free monday? we can hang out since i don't have any plans that day.''

''yeah i'm free then. oh! i almost forgot, do you have a pen?'' lily without saying a word dropped emma hand and grabbed a pen out of her bag so she could give it to emma. she scribbled on lily hand. ''and~ here, now you have my number.''

she handed the pen back to lily and walked away with amelia. lily looked back at her hand and smiled. she look up to see the 2 girls walk away and lily stood there smiling like a idiot. she immediately save the number in her phone.

~hour later~

''its dinner time!'' anne shouted for the kids to come down. lily quickly saved the game and got to the kitchen to wash her hand. sasha noticed the weird colouring on her daughter's hand.

''what that?'' she pointed to words lily hand. ''hmm? oh this! i-i...'' lily try to search for the right words. ''i think i made a friend today!'' she smiled brightly at her mom. ''oh really? well tell me.'' sasha smiled as lily went on a rant about her new 'friend'. she was glad her daughter made a friend considering she knows how hard its was to make friends for lily.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

i can't believe i wrote a entire fic about 2 girls sitting under the bleachers and talk but here we are. i'm planing on making a small series on this probably will take forever lol

#marcy #sasha waybright #marcy regina wu #marcy woo #calamity marcy #sasha x marcy #calamity anne #amphibia sashanne #sashannarcy #marcanne #sasharcy #next gen au #amphibia #calamity trio #amphibia calamity #calamity sasha #calamity girls #amphiba #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #amphibia anne #amphibia marcy #amphibia au #oc character #oc x oc roleplay #amphibia oc

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I know I’ve posted links to these pages before, but not for many months, and I’m now using them again and really need to reiterate how awesome this is. Obviously, a podcast like The Bugle is going to have a fanbase full of the type of people who would go through every episode and catalogue the hell out of it. Obviously. Obviously this exists.

Both those links look like the same thing, but they’re different pages. One is a properly organized list of the first 193 episodes, going through each section of most episodes and noting what was discussed, and listing instances of the various running jokes, motifs, features, recurring characters, etc. The other is a disorganized mess that, for each episode up to 146, lists some key phrases and topics. It is so helpful. It looks like a mess at first, but it’s amazingly helpful that if I vaguely remember some joke or other that was made in any of the first 193 episodes, I can CTRL+F for it on that page, and I will probably find it. Not quite 100% of the time, obviously, but this page has come through for me more often than it’s let me down, when I recall some offhand comment Andy Zaltzman made sometime around 2009 but I don’t know its context, and I check this page for it, and there it is. It’s fucking great.

It’s the sort of thing I’d make, but I don’t have to, because it turns out I fit so perfectly into the demographic of Bugle fans (autistic, the word I’m looking for is autistic) that the other ones are just like me and they beat me to it. It was incredibly helpful when I was making Bugle compilations last year, which I maintain were an excellent use of my time, even the one the ended up being the length, and arguably breadth, of a feature film (it’s the one about John Oliver and Sarah Palin, it was supposed to just be a short audio compilation but it’s 74 minutes long and features enough photos and video to count as a documentary).

Aside from how helpful they are, it’s just really entertaining to read the thrown-together lists of “things that happened in this episode” out of context. The properly organized list is great, but the one that’s an unformatted mess has a charm I hugely enjoy, and creates some amusing out-of-context summaries. To grab a few at random:

37 21/7/08 Obama an the media Dr love/The Slaying of Nigel Obama/VP ideas/Europe loves Obama/ Andy describes badgers/Crazy Belgians/Stalin&Rasputin leading best Russian pole/Warmonger cowboy fancy drees/Batgirl is jewish/HFH: Gulveg the Norse giantess

56 15/12/08 Riggles leaving do/lettuce or fairy wings/Blagoiavic corruption/Obamas 1stspeech Old McDonald/Michael stone claims his attack was art/OJ giving birth/Neither Obama or McCain are eligable to be president/Canada in shambles/Plans to cut down smoking/Names for Andys child/British sportsman of the year/Scottish tennis, "Foot fault f*ck you"

109 29/3/10 US healthcare bill a big fucking deal/Death threat on Twitter/Bullet falls through Eric Cantors window/US Israel settlements talk/British MP's cabs for hire/The American on healthcare & National treasure, thinks he's on the radio, guns in Starbucks/Flipping Vanilla Ice the Bird/Roll call of donors

115 17/5/10 Britains Coalition Gov./UK has only 1 more Female MP than Afganistan/Berlusconnis divorce terms/Grecian economy is fucked/Phillies fan tazered

127 20/9/10 Pope in UK/$80 million to keep tigers alive $50 million given/Tea Pary wins midterms/Christine O'Donnel... hates masturbation, is a witch, cross breeding animals/Sport of shinti

131 18/10/10 John beats Riggle at fantasy football, Riggle threatens to kill him/Sporty Pussycat Doll/Bugles 3rd Birthday/Andy is drunk/Chilean miners get out/Someone throws book at Obama

Fucking excellent. Someone scribbled all these notes and put them on the internet so that ten years later I could easily look up in what episode American comedian Rob Riggle threatened to murder John Oliver. Thank you for your service, whoever made this. This is what the internet should be for.

[deann1120]

PreCure 2023 Season Predictions

Per someone’s comment from last year’s post: I know some of these are repeat themes. That’s why I put “another.” PreCure does repeat its themes or sub themes sometimes.

* Another flower-themed season but all the Cures are named after flowers

* Another animal season but, like, without the sweets thing (the animal theme was wasted in KiraKira, let’s be honest)

* Elemental Precures, the core four and maybe light or lightning as a fifth. The Healin’ Good, Go!Princess, Smile, and Yes! 5 teams were actually kinda elemental, but I would a want a more solely-elemental theme.

* If not elemental, then maybe seasonal Precure? (1/‘21 note: this might be off the table since we have Cure Summer now)

* Another career season but they don’t do shit like dress a Cure like a flight attendant and then tell us she’s an ice skater

* Color-themed?? I know the Cures are already color themed but like a whole season around colors. Maybe they have to protect a magic rainbow or something. Plot twist if one of them is colorblind

* MYTHICAL CREATURES

* Gemstones. Like Steven Universe but as a more conventional magical girl show

* [12/‘20 Edit] Holidays. They can either go with Japanese or more “universal” ones

* [12/‘20 Edit] Another fairy tale season but the cures are actually modeled after fairy tale characters

* [12/‘20 Edit] Winter wonderland/wintery, since we just had a tropical/summery theme (10/‘21 note: oops this ended up being Tropical Rouge’s crossover movie theme. maybe they’ll still go for a whole season)

* [12/‘20 Edit] Dreams? Like I know we have a Cure Dream but more like exploring the world of people’s nighttime dreams or daydreams. Exploring either or both would be substantial, but the unconscious of the nighttime would be cool, so as to be something like Mewkledreamy but maybe more, y’know, interesting

* [1/‘21 Edit] Technology/MECHA????

* [1/‘21 Edit] The weather? It sounds kinda stupid, but like each girl represents a different weather type. The lead would probably be based on sunny weather or rainbows (again). Actually something that’d be kinda cool is if there’s a duo called Cure Thunder and Cure Lightning

* [2/‘21 Edit] Another music season but the Cures each have an instrument theme

* [2/‘21 Edit] Jungle. So tropical in a different sense

* [2/‘21 Edit] Forest. So maybe another season like Healin’ Good but they actually pay more attention to the environment/conservation/nature part

* [6/‘21 Edit] A full-on Zodiac season? They can go with a few of the Eastern or Western Zodiacs, like from Star Twinkle. Of course, they probably wouldn’t do all 12 Western or Eastern Zodiacs.

* [6/‘21 Edit] Another fruits season but there’s more to the theme than just the names

* [7/‘21 Edit] Birds

* [7/‘21 Edit] Dancing? The cures can be styled after different types of dance

* [7/‘21 Edit] Fashion. Not makeup, just like, clothes and accessories. Though I guess you could throw makeup in there as well. Maybe another solely makeup season, then?

* [10/‘21 Edit] Royalty. I know there was a princess season but looking at royalty more broadly. Like Cure Crown, Cure Sceptre, Cure Queen, Cure Rule, etc.

* [10/‘21 Edit] Sports

* [10/‘21 Edit] Expanding on a couple other suggestions, maybe cures who are all themed after specific types of one animal, like cats (domesticated, lions, tigers), dogs (domesticated, wolves, foxes), fish (goldfish, sharks, whales), etc.

#precure #pretty cure #precure 2023 #magical girl anime #precure season predictions

[thatcharmingjerk]

15 questions/15 people

got tagged by @angry-velociraptor , cheers!! I love these things! :D I’m just horrible at remembering to actually do them!! x’’’’3 

1. are you named after anyone?

HMM I guess?? Like my given name was after a granma of mom or something I think but my real (second) name is after dads dad! 

2. when was the last time you cried?

I really can’t say???? I don’t really cry because of sadness these days but i do tear up because of dumbest shit!!! Its wild how easily I can get happy/emotional tears!!!

3. do you have kids?

oHOHHAHAHAAAHA nope. No thank you. At least I have that going on for me for being trans!!!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don’t know ;;w;; Sometimes yes but I think people sometimes depict stuff I just say as sarcasm idk!!!! I used to be sarcastic me thinks?? These days not that much tho??

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

HMMM like- the aura??? The presence??? Style, what you’re wearing, what accesories there is, piercings, tattoos, or lack of them! Height too, kinda at least like I just noticed last time I met a friend how short she is????? And I’ve known her for like 5 years!!?!?!?!? I’m also very bad with faces! 

6. what’s your eye color?

Greyish blue! 

7. scary movie or happy endings?

As a greedy bisexual; BOTH!!!! Seriously tho both have their charm, and they don’t really even exclude each other. I don’t really have preference for either, if the movie is good then its good!!!

8. any special talents?

Well, art?? And I can move my ears at will!! 

9. where were you born?

In hopsital öhöhöhhehehvfgdjfs but yea Finland

10. what are your hobbies?

Arts and crafts, as you can guess, drawing/painting/sculpting/needle felting, but I hike/take walks with the dogy, I love watching birds and other creatures and nature in general on walks..! Moss is life!!! I keep plants and aquarium, i’d love to get second tank only for shrimps!! And paleontology and mythology nerding, i do play them cursed videogames bit too, oh yeah I read too, like actual books of paper!! Tryna teach myself to read more again!! That’s some of it! 

11. do you have any pets?

Dogy and fish!! Aamu the dog and Peetu the kala!!! also shrimps! 

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

Not really anything?? Haha, like I used to really like football and uhh salibandy?? sähly??? as kid (idk floor ball??? ground hickey!?!?!?) and participated on class teams (badly cause I was astmathic fat kid) for those and also randomly in basket ball too??  I wasn’t really athletic but I wish I had been!! I did some horse riding too, nothing proper though cause we were poor but yeahh..! 

13. how tall are you?

166cm, i’mma short king ! 

14. favorite subject in school?

As kid I liked almost everything, I used to love math, but hmm, lets say art and biology!! 

15. dream job?

Oughhhhh idk............. Part time something???? I wish I could do more ceramics?? But idk, maybe concept artist or character designer?? Maybe paleoartist??? idk, tbh I been thinking about applying for retirement and just do whatever dabbling |’’’3 I think I really need to get my mental health in order properly before I can really think career??? I really wish I had some sorta handler or secretary or manager anyways !!!!!! Oh right if i didn’t have allergies I’d probably be some sorta animal dude, like horse trainer or something!! 

tagging: HMM LETS SEE @lil-bear-femme @kuoringankalmo @theonlygayinoulu @niborniac @chundertale 

#thank you for tagging!!!! #ask box thing #tag game #replies