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hoardicboy · 1 year
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Rosvebird
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[Image ID, a flag striped flag with the colors top to bottom being dusky pink, magenta pink, purple, soft blue and teal ID end]
Rosvebird is a identity in which one feels like a man and woman, masculine and feminine, boy and girl, but doesn't feel like their gender is multi-faced, multigender, girlboy/boygirl, or both binarys
Rosvebird is from being in the cultures and lifestyle of both womanhood and manhood, this may be from being raised as one and becoming another, being bigender at a point, being intersex, being one sex and the other binary gender, living as both or many other experiences
The name comes from Rooster and Dove, Roosters being a symbol of masculinity, Doves being a symbol of femininity and Bird to show common ground between both, as Doves and Roosters are birds
The colors stand for the culture of women and girls and feminine people, womanhood or girlhood, the mixture and grey area of both, manhood or boyhood, and the culture of men and boys and masculine people
This may related to one's gender, sexuality, lifestyle or labels and more But it is not any of those in itself
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@revenant-coining @radiomogai @local-yurei @gennerflooid
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aquatic-batt · 1 year
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teehee I updated Burned to Ashes
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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scorched earth.
a comic about a princess who died in a fire.
(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)
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reegis · 9 months
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May we see what would happen if Jon archivist and Jonny switched places for a day?
what one more kidnapping, eh Jon?
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meanwhile….
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archerinventive · 3 months
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"To love is to burn, to be on fire" -Jane Austin
A huge thank you to all who came out to Ignitions Prom Fundraiser this past weekend. '
The whole evening was a blur of fire, friends, and fantastical fashion, dancing our way to dawn and I couldn't feel more fortunate for the experience.
Thank you to the whole crew for making it happen, and here's to many more festivities to come. ❤️
With Ash Steele (This was our first time breathing together for a show and I couldn't have asked for a better partner..^^)
More photo from the evening on the way.
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dailyastarionpics · 4 months
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oh my fucking god dean had to carry cas' body to get him onto the pyre he had to carry all of cas' dead weight while the grief still clung to his shoulders he wrapped up cas' body himself and when sam mentions the meadow, he says it's where dean spread the ashes, excluding him and jack because dean wouldn't have let anyone else handle cas so dean had to be the one to carry cas from the house table to the pyre they all lost something in cas, a friend, a protector, a father, but dean lost half of his soul that night oh i am unwell and unstable with these thoughts—
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mebis-art-dump · 6 months
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Frigid Steel, Boiling Wraith
Thinking about how pale ore is eerily chill to the touch
about how PV's spells, likely learnt from its father, take on the same shape as nails made out of an ore allegedly related to its parents
about how those spells are pretty much a solid state of soul for a few moments about how solid state of matter is often the most "cold" state, generally speaking
about how cold it's often associated with lack of emotion and corpses
Also thinking about how the knight's spells, learned from the snails, is more raw, more volatile
stated and shown to literally burn opponents, more of a hot blast than a proper solid mass
shaped and named after haunting ghosts, spectres that do not lay to rest, despite soul itself being present in the whole environment and not necesarily directly linked to sentient beings
about how it is strong emotions what fuels their transformation into their more powerful state through the usage of void, a volatile yet maleable substance, and the opposite of light
if you want to, you can get this drawing in full quality and ready to be a phone wallpaper at my kofi page completely free of charge (although i wont be mad if you leave a lil tip)
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hermit-frog · 25 days
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wiriu · 22 days
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i cant remember who and i lost the post but i saw someone say slick would wear this and...yea, yea he would
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hoardicboy · 8 months
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[Image ID, A 5 striped flag with a flower in the top right corner, the stripes are vertical and from top to bottom are dirt brown, sky blue, pink, poppy red and grass green, and the flower in the corner is pastel pink with to green leaves coming from it's right side ID end]
Fleirfelegender or Fleirfele [Fler-fee-lay gen-dur]
A feminine gender described as brown cats in a big flower field, the flowers are pink and red and orange and feel like a sunset all while the brown cats sniff and roll and nap in the flowers
Etymology, Fleir is from fleur and fin, and fele is from feles which is latin for cat according to wordhippo(link)
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@gennerflooid @revenant-coining @radiomogai @local-yurei
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nimbus-bugs · 10 months
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go read Burn You To Ash by @widowofshor right now. that's an order as a slimeriana enjoyer. it's one of my favourite fics ever
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here's a scene from chapter 7 to entice you, PLEASE READ IT!! ITS SO CUTE
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ssomepersonn · 7 months
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campfire night
(unshaded vers under the cut :] )
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reegis · 10 months
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Can we have a little Ashes and Jonny being besties as a treat? I just love them so much ;-;
they are having a little vacation fun on a new planet!!
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great news for them, apocalyptic news for the planet
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lexirosewrites · 19 days
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have you seen the mob wife aesthetic thing on tiktok can't wait to see burn!steve stitching those with 'my culture is not your costume'
Bunny would body that trend just to be a little bitch. He'd hold up each item in his look with the outrageous prices attached, just to make a point that his look can't be thrown together with a couple cheaply-made, poor imitation, fast fashion pieces. At the end, he'd show off his healed mating bite from Eddie like an accessory and say that it almost cost him everything.
Oh and then Daddy comes in the frame and squeezes his waist from behind and Steve just smiles all smug because his mate's distinct hand tattoos are recognizeable to anyone who knows. The Munsons are not the quiet sort of rich.
Steve doesn't dress in the mob wife aesthetic, he is the mob wife aesthetic.
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Begging for someone to break into Bee’s house and König only finds out bc of the bug, so he takes care of it
Here's where we get more of König being insane about his crush. Introducing(formally) the perimeter alarm.
An alert pings on König's phone as he's herding the last horse into their stall. He pats the over-large animal affectionately as he tugs his phone free and swipes through the notifications. He frowns, opening the property map and scanning for where the break pinged. Your side of the farm, not good. Hopefully it's just a wild animal that's wandered too far from the woods and set off the alarm.
He pulls the back wall of the barn open, survey's his arsenal, then grabs a rifle and a few tranquilizer rounds. If it is an animal, he'd hate to hurt the poor thing. If it isn't... Well better not to take care of it on your property.
It's a short ride through the pasture to get decent sight lines. Your house is dark, that's good. König raises the rifle, steadying it against his shoulder. The small movements of the horse under him are a little tricky, but nothing he can't deal with. Grace under pressure is what got him the rank of colonel in the first place.
He sweeps his sights around your house. While the breach hadn't been too close, it did take him time to get here. No deer, no foxes or coyotes threatening your brightly painted chicken coop, no raccoons in your trash. König frowns, sweeping wider just as a flashlight wanders its way around the blind side of your house. That makes this easier. His brain clicks through calculations, before taking aim and watching for impact. The quiet thunk of his silenced rifle firing is like music to his ears.
The figure startles a little, grasps at the dart's entry point, stumbles and collapses. And they said he couldn't be a sniper.
König rides closer to the fence, and hops off his horse, fishing some rope out of the saddle bags. It's always so easy to hop your fence. He keeps his eyes on your bedroom window, careful to stay quiet as he makes his way to your back door and your would be intruder. It's only when he turns the man over and he feels the cold grip of malice that he really decides what he's going to do next.
The man awakes in a single chair, in a small concrete room. It's dark, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging over head. Across from him, König leans forward. Watching with his elbows resting on his knees as the man jerks and panics against his restraints.
"It is very fortunate that I found you when I did," König tells him, "I would not have been able to stop myself if you'd actually gotten into the house."
"Where am I?" The man spits, König clicks his tongue, shakes his head.
"Now now, you are asking the wrong question. You should be asking, 'who are you?'" König motions with his hand, "Go on."
"Fine, who the fuck are you," The man's face is red with barely contained rage.
"I'm the man that's going to kill you."
All the motion seems to drain out of the man, his muscles locking up in fear or perhaps realization as König stands. The little metal table he drags over shakes and bumps along the uneven ground. It's only the noise of it, the sort of slick friction of metal against plastic, that makes the man look down at the tarp covering the floor.
"Don't look so worried, this is going to hurt a lot, but not for very long." König pauses, picking up a file, "Well, not for me anyway. For you it will feel like an eternity."
"I- Whatever it is you want we can work something out," The man asks, begs, leaning back in his chair as best he can as König draws closer. "I've got money, you want money? Or- or- shit!"
"No money," This part is always fun, the begging, the crying, the last shred of hope, "you hurt someone very precious to me, and I can't let that happen again."
"I don't even know who you are," The tears are starting. König grips his jaw hard, forces his mouth open to give the file room to drag against the man's teeth.
"But I know who you are," König hums over the grating noise of file against enamel, the building panicked scream, "and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
Yes, König thinks, that is all that matters. It isn't as if the man is fit to answer the question anyway, what with the amateur dentistry happening. This is really fantastic timing on your ex-husband's part, well fantastic for König. He'd just been wondering if and when would be appropriate to rid your life of this scum. It wasn't like you'd miss him, truly no one would, but timing was -is- everything.
An extended business trip, a few bad investments, a drunken if slightly rabid text exchange. König kept close eyes on his targets, even if he told himself it was just to keep you safe. He knew every detail, every movement this bastard made. How convenient that his tour of stupidity would lead him right into König's hands. His car might be a problem, but it's nothing König hadn't handled before.
König pulls back from his work to stare at the bloody gums and nubbed teeth. The man sobs, gurgled bubbling spit turning red from the rough orthodontics as he tries to speak around the pain. König thinks he'll do the fingers next, maybe try inserting some metal screws into his legs. It doesn't really matter what tortures he puts the man through, it'll all be burned away in the end.
König wakes you up in the morning, his knocking on your front door thunders through your house. Although you suppose it could be anyone knocking on your door, you don't really get any visitors but him. You pull a pair of shorts on to answer the door, just barely awake enough to deal with people. Your alarm isn't set to go off for another two hours at least.
When you pull your door open you blink blearily up at König. His eyes dart over you, taking in your pyjamas as you rub your eyes with a frown. You don't know what was so important it couldn't wait for later in the morning.
"König s'early, what're you doing here?" You yawn. König's expression is soft and affectionate, it's too early for that.
"I thought I'd make you breakfast," He pulls his bandana down for you to see his smile. You hum and turn to go back into the house, figuring he'll follow you like always. König's hand catches your head and spins you to face him again, dragging you for a kiss. His fingers tighten their hold on you as his lips drag against yours. It's the sweetest good morning you've ever gotten. You wonder what's gotten into him.
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