#bumbling tadpole

[smallcloisville]

Yes Lois, that bumbling tadpole is your Prince Charming.

#bumbling tadpole #prince charming #smallville #smallville edit #my edit #lois lane #clark kent #superman #tom welling #clois #erica durance #bride #echo #finale #clois parallels #parallels #my caps

[stickyfrogs]

Today’s Beautiful New Arms belong to Crouchy, Julius, Bthungthumz, Bean, Zephos, Bumble Frog, Clyde, Sharron, and Froggy McFrogface! There are now only 3 Roundpoles and Longpoles left in the tadpole tub!

#Tadpoles #Roundpoles #Longpoles #frogs #pets #animals #amphibians #tree frogs #white lipped tree frogs

[warrior-names]

Long Warrior Prefixes & Suffixes

"Long" in this case means prefixes that are 3+ syllables and/or 7+ letters, and suffixes that are 2+ syllables and/or 6+ letters! Thanks to long anon for the suggestion (and sorry to long anon for the nickname)!

80+ prefixes and 20+ suffixes under the cut!

Prefixes

A

Azalea-

B

Belladonna-

Blackberry-

Blizzard-

Blossom-

Blueberry-

Brambling-

Bumblebee-

Butterfly-

C

Canary-

Cardinal-

Carmine-

Carnation-

Catfish-

Celandine-

Chamomile-

Chestnut-

Chickadee-

Chickweed-

Chipmunk-

Chokecherry-

Chrysanthemum-

Cranberry-

Currant-

D

Daffodil-

Damselfly-

Dandelion-

Dappled-

Dogwood-

Dragonfly-

F

Foxglove-

Freckle-

Freckled-

G

Goldenrod-

Grackle-

H

Hedgehog-

Hellebore-

Hemlock-

Hickory-

Honeysuckle-

Huckleberry-

Hyacinth-

J

Jackdaw-

Juneberry-

Juniper-

L

Larkspur-

Licorice-

M

Magnolia-

Mangrove-

Marigold-

Mugwort-

Mulberry-

Mushroom-

N

Nightshade-

O

Oleander-

Oriole-

P

Pokeberry-

Primrose-

Puffball-

R

Raccoon-

Ragwort-

Raspberry-

S

Sequoia-

Shattered-

Sparrow-

Speckle-

Speckled-

Spotted-

Squirrel-

Starling-

Strawberry-

Sugarplum-

Sunflower-

Sweetgum-

Sycamore-

T

Tadpole-

Tattered-

Tortoise-

W

Whispering-

Withered-

Suffixes

B

bounce

bracken

bumble

burrow

D

dapple

F

feather

flight

flower

flutter

freckle

P

pounce

R

ripple

rumble

S

shimmer

smudge

speckle

spirit

splash

stream

T

tunnel

W

whisker

whisper

#warrior names #prefixes #suffixes #/ Theme: #long names #/ Reach: #TumblrClan #warriors #warrior cats #warriors oc #warriors roleplay #oc inspiration #oc inspo

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Bumble's Curse AU (DOTC) (half-baked)

The Bullshit

I think what really annoys me about Bumble's death aside from the sexism and xenophobia and the sending her back to an abuser and not doing anything against Clear Sky is the fact that THEY AT LEAST COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING WITH IT.

Think about it. The first main character of the series was Rusty/Firestar, a kittypet who proved himself over and over in spite of his origins and became legend among the Clans.

Then we flashback to the creation of the Clans and have Bumble, who was rejected for her kittypet origins and.......nothing comes from it. Literally nothing reasonable.

What They Could Have Done

They could have still killed her, much as that scene absolutely sucked, if it was to intentionally show the Clans' xenophobia, to show the Clans' flaws and how that will eventually lead to Firestar changing things. But rejecting Bumble as a Clanmate was seen as a completely good thing??

Like they could have deliberately made their stories correlate in opposite directions.

So what if the Clans actually faced consequences for literally not helping Bumble when she was abused and leading her on the path of death?

I like the idea of her relating to water or ice, as that's the opposite of fire.

My Main Idea

She becomes a crying spirit, so distraught from her death and how she was treated by everyone--friends to enemies--in her life, that her ghost, if seen, is seen always crying

(cats can't cry, but in the books they shrug, show the whites of their eyes, have kits talk and open their eyes at like one day, so I think it's fine)

The emotions engulf her entirely, so that all she can feel in her death is utter sorrow. And because ~spirit powers~ those tears are the waters that flood SkyClan--the Clan that was founded by her killer. Because she sees how many kittypets reside in it, and if she wasn't so destroyed, so constricted in how she could feel as a spirit doomed to always feel only sadness, she would have been glad for them, she would have been happy!

But because she was a crying spirit, she could only cry at the unfairness of it. Why could they get the life that she had wished for herself?

And, as Patchpelt once said in Forest of Secrets: "I remember the last time the river overflowed, many moons ago. Cats from all Clans drowned. Prey drowned, too, and we went hungry even though our paws stayed dry. This is not just RiverClan's problem."

Maybe Bumble had to do with that flood as well? It's not seen in books, so it could have happened for a number of reasons. Maybe when Featherstorm met with a kittypet or had a kittypet's kits? Maybe, to tie them further, when Firestar was born and she could feel the prophecy, and knew of a kittypet that would be accepted into the Clans and become a wonderful leader?

As well, there's the flood in Bramblestar's Storm--though the kittypets join afterward. What if Benny was destined to become someone great, almost like Firestar, but this knowledge upset Bumble further, resulting in the flood.

As well, Shadowstar lost a life to drowning--and she was the leader to reject Bumble.

To make this short and not put in detail every water-related incident, here's a list of those that drowned, and thus could have possibly been killed (unintentionally and unknowingly) by Bumble:

Splashpaw [died offscreen in Dawn]

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Woodkit + Robinkit [Leopardstar's Honour]

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Tadpole [Tigerstar and Sasha] (kittypet that would have joined the Clans, as would Hawk and Moth, but they survived)

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Lichenfur [Skyclan and The Stranger]

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Flametail [Night Whispers]

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Blackstar [offscreen in Bramblestar's Storm]

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Seedpaw [Bramblestar's Storm]

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Pebblefoot [offscreen in Bramblestar's Storm]

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Grasspelt [offscreen in Bramblestar's Storm]

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Snipkit [Hawkwing's Journey] (Skyclan + being chased away by someone who was once a kittypet possibly induced Bumble's crying??)

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Juniperclaw -[AVOS]

IMPORTANT TO NOTE:

You may say that Bumble's no killer, and I would agree with you! In this case, the deaths are not murders, Bumble is not killing them intentionally--she likely doesn't even realize that she's killing them at all.

She is constantly crying in her afterlife, and whenever she sees something that especially triggers the deep sorrow inside her (like something that reminds her of her own pain or the life she could have had), a flood results--and the flood could kill anyone that gets caught in it, regardless of if they, specifically, caused her sadness.

Then, what if someone--Firestar, Princess, Echosong, another kittypet or kittypet-turned warrior finds her, and breaks the trance that had engulfed Bumble for years?

And she realizes the monster that she had become, that she made herself into, that the Clans made her into--no, the Clan founders, because these cats alive now were innocent. Just like she was. and she breaks down. The numb exterior that had built after decades of living as a crying spirit shatters, and Bumble is Bumble again.

More ideally, everyone who killed/rejected her apologize deeply. Maybe she accepts, maybe she doesn't, she's just glad to have the pain mostly gone, because she spent too long suffering and making others suffer because of it, and she just wants to move on.

And together, they send a message to the Clans to not neglect help from anyone who may need it, regardless of where they come from, and to think twice before rejecting someone based solely on where they come from. -- At least then they could admit the whole xenophobia problem in Warriors and try to fix it.

--

This is still very wonky, especially that ending part. My brain is still fried to blackened ash from final exams, but I thought of this and wanted to get it out there.

I think Bumble would be more interesting of a character if she was, you know, a character and not a prop, written only to be abused, neglected, killed, and forgotten. And I think it would be interesting if the Clans' xenophobia was called out and dealt with instead of something that's treated as perfectly okay and normal.

#dawn of the clans #dotc #bumble #wc bumble #wc au #warriors au #warrior cats au #bumble au #crying bumble au #dotc bumble #bumble dotc #warriors bumble #notdf #long post #xenophobia mention #bumble warriors #bumble warrior cats

[ficbrish]

WIP Wednesday

[07Feb2024]

This is from a one shot that's part of my Kinktober collection

"The Black Masquerade"

Durge Vistri, 3 years post-canon, Baldur's Gate

“Back in Baldur’s Gate,” Astarion sighed, “I thought we were rid of this place for good.”

They’d finally settled into their room at the Helm and Cloak, specifically the Cloak, because as Astarion put it, “The Helm? Are we peasants, dear?” He pouted on the bed as Vistri fussed with the hideous art on the walls.

“Do you think someone actually chose to make it this way, or was this a mistake?”

“Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not paying attention to me.”

Vistri couldn’t help but laugh affectionately at the way he frowned. That expression of his was so dear to her heart. It told her she belonged somewhere, that he needed her, in a way lust in his eyes could never manage.

She rung her hands, admitting, “I’m just so nervous!” and jumped on the bed, landing on him awkwardly.

“Ooof!” Astarion winced.

“Sorry,” she chuckled.

He rolled over, tossing Vistri under him. Gazing from above, he stroked her forehead gently with a clumsy palm, and smirked, “You’re not sorry.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” she giggled, “I wanted to comfort you.”

“No need to fret, love,” his pretty words and expressions were as playful as they were genuine, “I quite like the way you leave me breathless.”

She nuzzled his nose, beckoning for a kiss, “Only fair for you to return the favor.”

It was like a spell transporting them through time. Their lips locked and they were back in Baldur’s Gate, just three years ago. Encircled by cults and tadpoles, their futures so uncertain... Now, here they were again, fighting to secure a new future. Honestly, they weren’t sure which task would prove harder: Defeating a Netherbrain and its cult or securing political alliances for their city. More than a city, it was practically its own nation. A growing, everlasting one at that. They had to prove to all the others that they fit in and made useful allies.

“Shit—Can we do it again?” Vistri asked as his lips left hers, “I wasn’t here.”

Astarion lifted a brow, “What’s on your mind, petal?”

“Here we are, preparing to be first-class whores again. It’s all rather round-about, isn’t it?”

He sighed and crashed backwards onto the pillows, “Is that really anything different from what we do in the ci—?”

“Yes, because it is not our city out there. It’s theirs.”

He pulled her back to settle into his chest, “But it is for our city.”

“I feel cursed,” she whined.

Astarion laughed heartily, “My love, we volunteered!”

“I know.”

“We don’t trust anyone else to do it right. It had to be us.”

“I know.”

“And besides, you practically begged—”

“Blasphemy! I did not beg!”

“You threatened to cast Daylight on poor, bumbling Petras. Poor dear nearly shat himself. It was an abuse of power!”

“What do you know about abuse of power?” she sneered.

“Remember, dear. Yours truly used to be a magistrate.”

“Mmmm… Now I think of it, vampire spawn was an improvement.”

“Only slightly less predatory than the government.”

“I think you forget, we’re the government now too, darling.”

“Gods! But you’re right. How did we ever manage such a thing?”

Vistri made a show of thinking deeply, “Hmmm, I think it was… Oh, yes! Somewhere along the lines of founding our own city. It’s all very boring and complicated. Don’t worry your pretty head.”

Astarion buttoned her words with a thumb to her lip. The playful glint in her eye suddenly became saturated with a raw look of pleading. A slow stroke across her mouth to open it for his, and out came a moan that shifted the moment into something serious.

“Astarion…”

They needed to get dressed for the evening, so their clothes were already coming off anyway. What difference did it make if he was the one to peel her shoulders out of her sleeves, slip those tired stockings off her thighs? Would it really make them late if his trembling lips followed his shivering fingers, stripping her layer by layer?

Their first stop on the torture circuit, excuse me, charm circuit, was nothing less than a private masked ball—Some patriar family in the Upper City, the first on their long list of private patriar functions. Gods, it was going to be dull!

“Eomane,” Vistri practiced saying in the ride over, “Eomane. Do you know them?”

The carriage shifted over a lump and bounced, tousling them.

“What?”

She sighed, “Now you’re the one not paying attention.”

“Sorry, it’s just these streets…” Each tavern they passed was an old haunt. All those alleys, graveyards.

Vistri squeezed his hand, “We can leave anytime you want. And I don’t just mean tonight’s affair. We can leave this whole blasted city behind us, and we don’t even have to return to ours. I know! Why don’t we run away together?”

Astarion smiled, “Sure. I mean, we’ve done the whole responsible part for—What? Three years now? Which is more than anyone expected out of either of us.”

“Way more!”

“Let’s do it then. Let’s run away.”

They smiled at each other and punctuated their little fantasy with a peck. An exchange like this was routine, a game they played whenever one of them wanted to quit.

Vistri made a show of slapping her head, “But wait!”

“What is it?”

“Our things!”

“Oh, right! All our stuff is back home!”

“My cloaks!”

“My boots!”

They shook their heads together theatrically.

“Well, now we have to go back home.”

“And in order to do that,” Astarion sighed, “We’ve got to bring back the kind of news that will allow us to show our faces.”

“Guess we don’t really have a choice then, if we want all our stuff.”

“You know. This might be why they say consumerism is sin.”

They broke into a type of laughter that would be sickening for any outsiders to behold. It was beneficial their carriage had a roof and curtains. Only the driver had to suffer.

Astarion groaned as it tapered off, “Gods, I hate this fucking city.”

“I know, my dear. So do I.”

#vistarion #durge x astarion #astarion x durge #wip wednesday #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #BrishFics #astarion #astarion ancunin #fluff #lime #bg3 spoilers

[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 29 - Of Secrets and Sunshine

Chapter Summary: Astarion receives another visit from his guardian, who charges him with yet another grim task. As the party seeks out the githyanki crèche hidden away inside of Rosymorn Monastery, Lae’zel gets frustrated by their distractions from her quest.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 123K+ words; Chapters 29/54

Excerpt below:

“I think I can guess what you’re about to tell me,” Astarion drawls knowingly. “Yet another warning about the gith crèche?”

Sebastian eyes him reproachfully. 

“Oh for gods’ sake, it’s not up to me whatever Lae’zel decides to do,” Astarion shrugs. “I'm in no hurry to get the tadpole out anyway. If it were up to me, we’d already be gone from here — on our way to claim a cult for ourselves at this Moonrise Towers.”

“As much as that pleases me to hear, it doesn’t do us much good as it doesn’t seem to be up to you,” Sebastian notes dryly. “You seem to be waiting on what a certain tiefling decides — for most things along this journey, in fact.”

“Well… everyone — even Lae’zel, these days — listens to him,” Astarion wheedles. “And no one listens to me… except him,” he adds smugly. “Don’t worry, darling. If he hasn’t made his decision by tomorrow, I will guide him gently along — as I always have.”

“And if he ignores you and decides otherwise?” Sebastian pushes. “What then?”

“Well…” Astarion flails. “Well I can’t exactly just sit around camp while that fool runs into a crèche alongside a mad githyanki, can I?”

“Truly?” Sebastian doesn’t look angry. He looks more disappointed and sad, than anything else. “I thought by now you would know better than to blindly follow orders.”

Astarion bristles at that.

“No one is ordering me to do anything!” he snaps. “I’m perfectly happy to walk right past that gods-damned place. And, by the sound of it, Church is too.”

He hesitates.

“But where he goes, I will go,” he admits. “He’s an investment that I cannot afford to lose.”

“Is he? And what of your own life?” Sebastian demands. “And…” his eyes go distant as he glances away. “...and what of mine?”

Astarion feels a surge of unwelcome grief in his cold, undead heart.

“And what do you suppose I do?” he demands. “The artefact is bound to him, so I hardly expect you’re alright with me letting him bumble off with it. And as much as he enjoys eating out of my hand, I’m no… Cazador. I can’t control the fool’s mind.”

Sebastian remains quiet at that for just a moment.

“Then go with him,” he relents. “Make sure both he and the artefact don’t fall into the gith’s hands. And if he falls, take the artefact for yourself and get out of there.” He takes Astarion’s hand, gazing into his eyes. “You’re all that matters. You are capable of saving me, this time.”

Astarion nods, glancing away grimly.

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#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 oc #churchstarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate iii #baldur’s gate fanfiction #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #fanfiction #fanfic #bg3 fan fic #bg3 tiefling #tiefling #bg3 warlock #oc x astarion #tav x astarion #hand hearth and home #bg3 smut #smut and angst #archfey #archfey warlock #tavstarion #astarion x male tav

[elkenbulwark]

@wildskissed cont.

Not that it was like him to just turn an odd errand into a game of authority featuring mouths instead of the psonic cries of temple-tied tadpoles, but then again - it wouldn't have been the first time an elf tricked him into such a position...minus all the blood. Granted he highly doubted she had the forethought of most elven chess brains considering how often grease fires happened in her presence. The hint of the earthy scent mixed in with something so faint but distinct in the way it eluded him as a scent that comforted as a child who never learned the proper term for it at the time often did. Perhaps the post haziness of a rage well spent emboldened him to take the odd moment and finally identify what teased the tip of his tongue and made him long for a moment alone by the fountain at the center of house Cragdew's conservatory? Though it did not take an eager return of lips to tackle the task, the combination of both want of the familiar and his ever increasing (though not welcomed) distance from the last piece of home he recognized, it did confirm not a scent, but a state he'd sooner scoff at than admit that it too clung to him - nameless in proper potency, but settling at mestar.

His soured expression followed her down like an added weight to her bumbling balance grab attempt, but he let her have it instead of adding injury to insult with the help of any additional shove. She took care of all the falling just swell on her own, and he needed both his arms to cross while restributing his weight from foot to foot. "Scuse me?" He growled at her claim, though a higher pitch accompanied each pensive punctuation, particularly when he began to mimic her. "It weren't me bein' all "ohhaugh gots a spot up 'ere for ya~" now was I?!"

With a dismissive snort at the accusations, he fixed her with what he'd hoped would be his best explanation giving expression, though the purple tint to the bridge of his nose added a frazzled layer of toddler holding his breath for too long to solve his problems. "I was jus smellin' ya, clear'ly!"

Because that's so much better-

#//my toxic trait is hiding angst in humor replies- #//also there's genuinely no hope 4 this man #wildskissed #long post

[inthecityofgoodabode]

March 2023: New Life

Seen while walking.

Aquatic snail in the wasteland: 

In pools on the way to the Vedge.

Seriously disappointed this was the best crayfish photo: 

There were scads of these tadpoles but I missed my chance to photo a salamander larva because the little bugger was just too quick: 

The greening of the wasteland. I hope The City holds off mowing it for awhile: 

I was excited to see a honeybee with a red dot on its head until I got home & discovered that red dot was a mite with the appropriately ominous scientific name of Varroa destructor:  

Back at the home garden. 

I’m going to try accelerating the break down of these pine tree stumps by covering them with soil & planting wild flowers on them: 

I’ll post photos as things progress:  

First bumble of 2023: 

We lost all our cool season seedlings back when the temperature dropped into the single digits but this plucky kale (It looks like a Red Russian) that no one remembers planting is doing great: 

Strawberry blossoms are go!: 

#seen while walking #the wasteland #snail #aquatic snail #the vedge #crayfish #tadpole #wildflowers #bee #honeybee #varroa mite #varroa destructor #tree stumps #tree stump #garden #backyard garden #bumblebee #blueberry #blueberry bush #blueberry blossoms #kale #strawberry #strawberry blossoms #life in memphis

[darling-flvff]

About. . .🍊

They/Them, OSDD system

Severe attachment issues due to trauma

Familial/platonic attachment blog.

@pvppy-flvff 💙🧡

System… 🍎

Dollie, They/Them, 🦇.exe, 💗.luv

Cloudy, They/Them, 💧.exe, 💙.luv

Buddy, He/Him, 🐈.exe, ❤️.luv

Tadpole, He/Him, 🧇.exe, 💛.luv

Lily, She/Her, 🥞.exe, 💝.luv

Ruffles, He/Him, 🍊.exe, 🧡.luv

Roses, They/Them, 🥀.exe, 🖤.luv

Achilles, He/Him, 🩹.exe, ❣️.luv

Rainbows, They/Them, 🍭.exe, 💘.luv

Bugz, He/Him, 🪱.exe, 💛.luv

Beloveds. . . 🍐

Glitz, He/Him, 🐊.chr >> 💙💗

Tie-die, He/She/They, 🕸️.chr >> ❤️

Diet Coke, He/Him, 🌶️.chr >> 💛💝

Yo-Yo, He/They, 🍕.chr >> 🧡

Seraphim, She/Her, 🪽.chr >> 🖤

Goose, They/It, 🐣.chr >> ❣️

August, They/She/He, 🎧.chr >> ❣️

Bumble, They/Them, 🐝.chr >> 💗

Minty, They/Them, 🧸.chr >> 💘

Socks, She/Her, 🐌.chr >> 💛

DNI. . . ❌

RACIST :: anti-blm, all/blue lives matter supporter, nazi, alt-right, "transrace"

XENOPHOBIC :: anti-immigrant, antisemitic, islamophobic

ABLEIST :: anti-self dx, endogenic/tulpa "systems"/supporters, fakeclaimers

LGBTPHOBIC :: homophobic/transphobic, exclusionist, anti-mogai/xenogenders/neopronouns, terf/swerf

NON-CHILD FRIENDLY :: DDLG/n$fw/K1nk blogs

#platonic love #found family #sysblr #system #osdd #osdd system

[mimikoflamemaker]

Faerunian Writing Challenge - Day 9

Meeting Abdirak the Priest of Loviatar in Goblin Camp

Even if Neve wouldn’t recognize the garb on the priest, the scars and fresh wounds littering his body would along with the goblins jarring encouragements of the goblin would be a clear giveaway that something was wrong. Usually the scent of blood would be enough to alert her, but the old temple was permeated with so many putrid scents she was fairly certain her sense of smell might emerge permanently damaged from their newest misadventure.

She was half tempted to simply slid past the small alcove – they’ve already set Aradin’s mercenary being pulled apart next door free and she knew that the annoying bard was somewhere nearby as well. She didn’t need bumbling fools milling about whenever they’ll find Halsin and things turn ugly.

But then the man stood up and turned, noticing their presence. It was too early to give up their ruse of being true souls, so Neve pulled her lips into a thin line and approached. She noticed various instruments laid out on the stone table: pokes, knives, flails of various shapes, clubs and whips. It was a wonder that the man they set lose had kept his mouth shut all this time. And remained fairly intact.

Then again, killing was never the point of torture. The pain was. And few knew it as well as a Loviatar priest would.

‘Greetings, child’ he addressed her, the tone of his voice needling at the memory of Alven of all things and it cost her to put the grimace away from her face. The priest didn’t appear threatening in anyway, there was no point in antagonizing him.

‘I’ve met few aside goblins since I’ve arrived here’ the man continued. ‘Are you here to assist with a prisoner?’ he asked, and Neve didn’t like the way he was looking at her. His gaze was prickling and uncomfortable – as if he was seeing more than he had any right to be.

‘You mean the one in the other room?’ she asked hoping to turn his attention elsewhere. ‘It’s a wonder he’s still alive with the way they’ve been going at it…’

‘Exactly!’ a smile split the man’s face. ‘Imagine my indignation – I’ve been invited here you see, to teach them, but alas those goblins prove incapable of learning’ he stepped closer, leaning into her, his eyes fixed on her face. ‘To be honest their methods are nothing but crude and primitive…’

Neve resisted the urge to step away, fighting the shiver of uncertainty running across her back.

‘I suppose the priest of Loviatar would have found the performance lacking…’ she tried again, faking indifference.

‘Abdirak, dear one’ the priest introduced himself. ‘You know the Maiden of Pain – I do not hear that often… Let me assure you that pain can be the most intimate form of worship. I can show you if you’re willing, dear one.’

Neve eyes strayed to the instruments laid out on the table. Pain was many things, but hardly the instrument of worship.

‘Oh, don’t you dare say no’ Astarion said and she could tell he was smiling that forced smile of his. She wondered briefly, what were the thoughts he hid behind it, but was denied the possibility to look around when the priest leaned into her even more, his hand hovering next to her face as if he was ready to caress her cheek.

‘Forgive me child, but I can no longer keep my curiosity on a leash’ Abdirak said, sounding, much to her surprise, genuinely concerned. ‘But you do not look well… Your pain beckons me… something terrible has happened to you.’

Well he was not wrong. Neve smiled to herself bitterly. The list was only growing longer and rapidly in the recent days.

She wasn’t the only one interested in the other’s thoughts, the familiar needling in her brain and the steering of her tadpole, told her that someone was seeking entry into her mind. At this point she pushed such intrusions away enough times that slapping it away was no longer difficult – especially when they were this subtle.

‘Observant, are you priest?’ she asked, displeased at her tone. It was harsh, but so obviously forced she wouldn’t be fooling a child with it.

‘There is not much to observe, when you see the same eyes looking in the mirror’ Abdirak sounded nothing, but patient. ‘You bear the scars that run very deep. The pain that have never quite gone away… Please, let me free you of it, if only for a while.’

Neve swallowed around the sudden dryness in her mouth. She didn’t like the how easily the priest touched on things she refused to fully acknowledge. And yet…

Curiously, the expected quip did not come.

‘And how would you do it?’ she chose to ask, as if the tools and the blood were not an indication enough.

‘Through penance of course… offer it to Loviatar and should my lady be pleased with the way you bare the pain she will bestow her most gracious blessing upon you. It will grant you release… I can promise you that.’

‘Fine.’

‘Delightful. Please pick the tool that speaks to you and face the wall.’

Reaching to unbuckle her armor wasn’t really a conscious decision, but once she started she had to make it look so. After a brief consideration, she pointed to a cat.

It arguably made her feel even worse.

‘You can let all of it go, dear one’ Abdirak said, making no mention of the net of scars that stared at him from her bared back. ‘Let it all out and Loviatar will hear you…’

As the first strike burned across her flesh, Neve accepted the fact that it was her only chance to release some of the pressure that was bubbling just beneath her skin. And no one would be the wiser.

So she screamed.

#bg3ficfeb #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #tav

[foundcarcosa]

Slytherin is the Drama House (*proudly tosses cloak, displaying a glimpse of the gold brocade lining*) and Draco is the prima donna of his year every year and Crabbe and Goyle carry his books and anything else he bids them carry and Draco holds his robes up like a princess gown when he walks up the stairs and Crabbe is really stupidly besotted with Draco even though Draco barely looks at him

#severus: ''just like lucius :')'' #the real reason why sev dotes on draco so much (besides lucius' entreaty that sev look after his son) #he thinks most modern slyth students are bumbling yank-acting tadpoles with no sense of style or drama #he hopes draco will shame them all #singularity.txt #harry potter

[smallcloisville]

That bumbling tadpole is not my Prince Charming.

#smallville #smallville edit #clark kent #lois lane #clois #tom welling #erica durance #superman #my edit

[afieldinengland]

what is ur full in-depth analysis of mr king?

oh, there’s so much to say…. i’m utterly obsessed with it, i watched the whole thing open-mouthed in a sort of mad, gleeful awe. this got a little long so it’s under a cut :)

the episode is clearly written from such a place of love for the wicker man (1973), and for folk horror as a whole. taking the schoolroom scene where sergeant howie is confounded by miss rose and her girls, and writing it large…. with the kicker being, of course, that alan is both howie and rose in one, he just doesn’t realise it yet. ceri is brilliant as a sly rowan morrison, with all those little plotting glances and the utter awareness of the seriousness of her task. her particular role of making such a serious allegation is excellent for how it works in the horror, making us immediately suspicious of alan and briefly blinding us to other goings-on. taking folk horror into a modern classroom is genius, completely and utterly— the rituals of the school day, the loss of a teacher’s authority in the face of their students, the poster-paint, the class tadpoles, breaktimes…. the markers of primary education coexisting with corn dollies, sun masks and sickles. it’s everything children of the corn (1985) wishes it could be, in many ways. something i found particularly fantastic was the school’s test for whether the new “mr. king” is eligible to serve as john barleycorn. their fields don’t demand the combination of virginity, power, foolishness and free will seen in the wicker man, nor the willingness to sleep with an anointed member of the village seen in robin redbreast (1970). instead, it’s whether the victim is “as nature intended”, “still sheathed”— a particularly obscene feature that makes the classroom setting all the more disturbing, and one that they must use a particularly insidious game of subterfuge to ascertain. still, though, the test has that warped folk horror quality in that alan “could” have escaped, if only he had known. if howie had slept with willow, if norah had spent the night alone, if alan had been circumcised, they could have escaped their various fates— but these are impossible to control, and thus these tests are even crueller traps than inescapable ones, in many ways. continuing with the wicker man inspiration, if alan is sergeant howie and miss rose, and ceri is rowan morrison, then the headmaster mr. edwards is lord summerisle. more bumbling, certainly, but in the end he leads his children in sacrifice just as his lordship does on may day— and since that blessed day is fast approaching, i’m sure they picked this to air this week on purpose, even if the plot is based around a harvest festival. and winnie the cleaner is willow macgregor— wryly, darkly flirtatious with the obliviously condemned man, seeing him as deliciously virile both for her body and her crops. reece shearsmith mentions on the podcast inside inside no 9 that he wanted to write an episode where a teacher was controlled and blackmailed by a pupil, and i think it certainly works here— there’s a tinge of absolution (1977) to the way ceri and the other children assume authority over their new victim. a particularly captivating part of the episode for me was the combination of new awareness of climate change and the old rituals and rhythms of the earth— the children haven’t been taught much of the science of climate change or hurricanes, they only know the danger of leaving the village, and how a man’s blood must water the fields. they’re disturbed by the newcomer’s talk of the “world ending”, when they have been appeasing it in the bloodiest way for centuries. the children really are fantastic, a believable little cohort all set against alan as he helplessly and haplessly seals his own fate. goodness, it’s brilliant, and peppered with loving references to the mother of folk horror films throughout— from the way the masks are revealed to how mr. edwards holds up his hands in the final seconds before the ritual begins. it’s probably the best thing i’ve seen on television in a long long time

#answered #thank you!! sorry for the late reply i don’t know if this is any good #inside no 9 spoilers #inside no 9

[mooshfluff]

Cute nicknames 4 Smols, Flips or CGs!!

⭐general:⭐

princess

queen

prince

king

royalty

your majesty

princie

princette

princex

little girl

baby girl

baby boy

little boy

kiddo

tyke

tot

tinie

tiny one

little one

smol one

small one

baby

smollie

cutie pie

buddy

bud

angel

love

treasure

hubbub

bubba

sissy

puppet

poppet

button

happy

smiles

dearest

softie

bitsy

squishy

smushy

chubby baby

chubs

fluffy

fluffer

fairy

fae

pixie

selkie

wisp

doodle

spooks

ghostie

lil monster

brat

boo

pebbles

🥪food:🥪

biscuit

cookie

sugar

sweetie

sweetheart

sweets

sweetums

cinnamon bun

cinnabun

cinnamon roll

honey bun

honey

hun

honey bunches

pumpkin

kitkat

milk

cocoa

peanut

muffin

cupcake

candy

peaches

strawberry

blueberry

berry

nugget

nugs

nuggie

dumpling

pudding

pumpkin pie

jam

jammie

sugar plum

❤️characters:❤️

bambi

thumper

tigger

piglet

roo

pooh

eeyore

bubbles

buttercup

blossom

star

eevee

vulpix

mew

pikachu

dumbo

catbug

totoro

howl

jiji

jojo

momo

appa

kiki

lala

melody

elmo

yoshi

nookling

stitch

wall-e

eve/eva

toothless

hiccup

🐸animals:🐸

bug

buggy

puppy

pup

cubby

cub

fishie

koi

guppie

calico

kitten

duckling

ducky

kit

foxy

donkling

donkey

foal

yearling

goosling

sealie

seal

bat

sharku

sharkie

hatchling

dove

pigeon

monkey

wolf

wolfie

fawn

tadpole

froggie

moose

deer

lil lamb

lamby

lil goat

baby goat

goat kiddo

little bird

birdie

calf

cow

moomoo

piggie

pigs

lop/loppy

bunny

bumble bee

honey bee

baby bee

little bear

baby bear

honey bear

lovebug

cuddlebug

cuddlebaby

snugglebug

dino baby

🌼nature:🌼

sprout

bean

beanie

mushie

mushroom

shroomie

buttercup

rosy

flower

lavender

poppy

oats

willow

river

dandelion

daisy

petal

sunny

sunshine

sunflower

sol

moonflower

moony

moonlight

luna

cloudy

stormy

rain

raindrop

mudpuddle

muddie

starlight

starshine

thats all i have for now! please feel free to add more!!

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#agere #agere community #agereg #ageregression #cglre community #sfwagere #sfwcglre #cglre #sfw blog #age regressor #agere positivity #agere blog #age regression #sfw agere #agere autistic #agere ideas #agere journal #agerecommunity #agere post #agere aesthetic #acornfluff #mooshfluff #agere nicknames

[mallowstep]

who does stonefeather's second (?) litter end up being (im assuming they have a canon counterpart)

feather has three litters! and a bunch of pregnancies

all three have been poached from canon, yes. her first litter is hawk, moth, and tadpole. her second is grey, reed, and ripple (as in mistyfoot's second litter). her third is blossom, briar, and bumble (as in greystripe's second litter).

<3

#ask #anon #mine #nohmttf

[pigeoncoffee]

ultimate single word island names list

as you all know i loved single word town names on new leaf.. whilst ive been brainstorming names for my new horizons island i’ve compiled the ultimate single word island names list!

enjoy!

Ocean/water words: • Brook • Bay • Boat • Canal • Coral • Cove • Creek • Current • Deep • Dock • Drench • Driftwood • Drip • Drain • Gulf • Kelp • Lake • Marine • Pond • Reservoir • River • Rinse • Rill • Rockpool • Sail • Sailboat • Scuba • Spring • Snorkel • Stream • Sea • Seaweed • Seabed • Surf • Swamp • Tarn • Tide • Tidepool • Water • Yacht

Summer/Beach words: • Coast • Conch • Dock • Dune • Harbour • Palmtree • Pier • Summer • Sand • Sandcastle • Shell • Seaside • Shore • Sunburn • Sunscreen • Wharf • Vacation • Voyage

Fish/Aquatic animal words: • Barnacle • Clam • Carp • Crab • Eel • Fin • Flounder • Herring • Limpet • Lobster • Mackerel • Otter • Oyster • Plankton • Salmon • Scallop • Shark • Shrimp • Starfish • Stingray • Squid • Sunfish • Tadpole • Trout

Animal/habitat words: • Antler • Ant • Anthill • Burrow • Bee • Beehive • Bumble • Barn • Bat • Bug • Cobweb • Den • Fleece • Fur • Gull • Hive • Hornet • Honeybee • Ladybug • Ladybird • Nest • Paddock • Raven • Roost • Rook • Seagull • Snail • Toad • Web

Plant/flowers words: • Aloe • Bud • Bamboo • Bloom • Clover • Cosmos • Daffodil • Fern • Heather • Lily • Lilypad • Leaf • Lotus • Orchid • Orchard • Palm • Petal • Primrose • Rose • Stem • Seed • Sprout • Tulip • Wilt • Wilted

Forest words: • Acorn • Birch • Branch • Bramble • Bark • Chestnut • Elm • Elder • Fir • Grove • Juniper • Maple • Oak • Sycamore • Stump • Sap • Sapling • Spruce • Tree • Twig • Thicket • Wood • Yew

Other outdoor words: • Acre • Bury • Barren • Cavern • Cave • Cliff • Coal • Dale • Dell • Earth • Field • Fossil • Garden • Hill • Henge • Hedge • Isle • Island • Lawn • Leaves • Mountain • Meadow • Marsh • Moor • Moss • Nature • Peak • Pebble • Rock • Root • Stone • Shire • Thorn • Uproot • Vale • Valley • Vineyard

Food words: • Avocado • Berry • Butter • Chai • Cider • Cake • Coffee • Coconut • Currant • Egg • Eggshell • Eggnog • Fig • Fudge • Honey • Honeycomb • Icecream • Jam • Jelly • Lemon • Mushroom • Muffin • Mocha • Nut • Pancake • Pear • Pea • Pie • Peanut • Pickle • Popsicle • Radish • Rice • Raisin • Rum • Sesame • Sushi • Syrup • Toast • Walnut

Herb/spices names: • Basil • Chive • Cinnamon • Clove • Dill • Fennel • Herb • Mustard • Nutmeg • Parsley • Saffron • Sage • Spice • thyme

Calm words: • Airy • Away • Awe • Aura • Calm • Drowsy • Dream • Hope • Haven • Haze • Lazy • Lull • Nurture • Quiet • Relax • Rest • Safe • Soft • Serene • Slumber • Silent • Yawn

Cosy Words: • Blanket • Boots • Cotton • Cosy • Cinder • Flannel • Glove • Knit • Knitted • Mitten • Quilt • Raincoat • Sweater • Slipper • Teapot • Teacup • Warmth • Weave • Woven • Yarn

Cute words: • Adore • Blush • Bonny • Cupid • Cuddle • Dainty • Delicate • Ethereal • Fluff • Giggle • Glitter • Lovely • Precious • Sweet • Wonder

City/Town/Building words: • Cabin • Camp • Campsite • Cottage • Home • House • Igloo • Inn • Loft • Mill • Market • Park • Road • Shelter • Street • Tunnel • Tavern • Village • Ville

Weather/time of day words: • Blizzard • Dusk • Dawn • Draft • Drizzle • Downpour • Fog • Flood • Flurry • Gust • Hail • Humid • Mist • Misty • Midnight • Noon • Night • Overcast • Rain • Rainfall • Raindrop • Rainbow • Rise • Storm • Soleil • Sunset • Sun • Season • Sleet • Typhoon • Thunder • Weather • Wind

Seasonal words: Spring/Easter: • April • Crisp • Dew • Dewdrop • Easter • Farm • Farmyard • Floral • Florist • Flourish • Grow • Growth • Hatch • June • Plantpot

Autumn/Halloween: • Afraid • Bale • Bonfire • Cackle • Casket • Creep • Coffin • Costume • Carve • Cemetery • Chilling • Disguise • Eerie • Fall • Fright • Frighten • Firework • Grave • Ghoul • Ghost • Grim • Gore • Hay • Harvest • Howl • Haunt • Haunted • Halloween • Lantern • Morbid • November • Phantom • Rake • Strange • Scream • Scare • Spook • Tomb • Trick • Wicked • Witch • Warlock • Zombie

Winter/Christmas: • Arctic • Chill • Carol • Elf • Festive • Frost • Frostbite • Firewood • Gift • Garland • Holly • Holiday • Ice • Iced • Icy • Icicle • Jingle • Jolly • Merry • Noel • Nativity • Ornament • Present • Reindeer • Rudolph • Scrooge • Sleigh • Snow • Skate • Snowman • Snowball • Stocking • Tinsel • Winter • Wreath • Yule • Yulelog

Mystical words: • Amulet • Cauldron • Chalice • Conjure • Coven • Charm • Cherub • Enchant • Fairy • Fairies • Gargoyle • Goblet • Goblin • Golem • Gnome • Hidden • Hex • Imp • Myth • Nymph • Potion • Spirit • Sprite • Spell • Secret • Shadow • Siren • Wand • Wander

Gem stone words: • Amethyst • Amber • Jasper • Jade • Onyx • Opal • Sapphire • Topaz • Quartz

Colour words: • Bronze • Blush • Fuchsia • Hazel • Ivory • Linen • Ochre • Pale • Peach • Pewter • Sepia • Seafoam • Tawny

Space words: • Aurora • Asteroid • Cosmic • Crescent • Eclipse • Gravity • Luna • Mercury • Meteor • Moon • Nebula • Orbit • Planet • Solar • Star • Venus • Zodiac

Direction words: • Around • Across • Above • East • Far • North • Over • South • Under • West

Other words: • Ash • Ablaze • Beam • Backpack • Dust • Ever • Edge • End • Echo • Cranny • Comb • Frail • Gutter • Hole • Lune • Lush • Letter • Nimble • Nook • Old • Plain • Paper • Rinse • Range • Ridge • Rust • Rusted • Rot • Rotted • Silk • Set • Settle • Sponge • Swelter • Swell • Smog • Urn • Umbrella • Vain • Vile • View • Way • World

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing new leaf #acnl #ac #island name #island names #town names #town name #nintendo #switch #helpful