What if i leave some snacks (Apple, banana, chocolate and strawberrys) for Error near to his territory? Like, i just leave the snacks near and quickly leave
Oh and of course i whould leave a letter saying "food for the most beautiful masterpiece"
Food offerings will always be appreciated as Error can distribute it out to his winter fairies (if it’s fresh fruit then you’ve gotten on his good side. Winter fairies must either dry or pickle fruits and such for them to last through winter, so fresh fruit would be like a grand feast for them). The chocolate will give you a chance for a kinder winter – less storms and biting cold – as Error has grown addicted to it and would very much like to always have a supply of it.
The letter would be given a raised eyebrow and a huff before being tossed aside (not thrown away, just tossed into a corner of his nest). Flattery won’t work on him. If you want the winter to be less vicious, then fruit for his fairies and chocolate for him is the way to go.
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the key letters of my laptop are falling over one by one and it's like i'm seeing it dying in front of me lmao
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The godsdamn cheapest bloody trope that works on me every time and that I love imagining myself:
Character A strums the guitar absent-mindedly and sings something sad to themselves, which character B who was doing something else actually stops to listen and experiences The Feels.
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🌟Tagged by @mikhailoisbaby for this picrew !
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@al-hazen: a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .
it's no secret that al-haytham is handsome. almost wretchedly so. it's also no secret that despite his... less than savory personality, people (brave men and women alike) seek to incur his sexual favor. or at least, that's what cyno thinks he's seeing... perhaps the haze of incense in the air and the heat of one too many drinks has the citrine of his lupine gaze a bit... muddled. all he knows, though, is he can't remove it from the man at the bar - and he certainly can't look away from the tall inazuman dignitary that leaned against the stool next to the scribe, looking at him like tha-
cyno's gaze sees everything, alcohol muddled or not. it's thanks to anubis, no doubt, the god's feelings of displeasure mingling with his own. he thinks dehya may be attempting to get his attention, thinks tighnari may have shushed her - it doesn't matter, not as he sees the hand that stranger lays at al-haytham's back, and the way he leans in to murmur into a gilded ear piece-
" hey. "
he's across the tavern before he even realizes it, the crowd parting for the general mahamatra like the sea, especially at the wrath that exudes from him in waves. the poor dignitaries bones groan beneath his hand as cyno grips his wrist, throwing it away from the scribe's person with a little more force than necessary. he doesn't even look at the startled stranger - the gleam of his gaze too fixated on the man before him. " al-haytham. " it's a near growl - electricity pulsing over his skin as it leaves him - god and vessel, entwined in this too.
for a second, just a second - cyno stares, before he leans in, and in front of everyone - their friends, the nightlife, al-haytham's roommate, slots their lips together with feral, unperturbed ferocity. it's all teeth and tongue when cyno gets like this, public be damned. were he not so close with his god, perhaps he would've brought blood forth from kiss-stained lips - but cyno manages to keep them both in check, or so he thinks, as he kisses al-haytham breathless, on a gods damned bar stool in plain view-
as he pulls away, he's found one hand has strayed to al-haytham's neck, over his pulse point, a place anubis yearns to see - to bite again, but cyno swallows the urge. some of the ferocity has edged from his face, but the haze is still there - still present - as a thumb darts over the scribe's kiss stained lower lip and the younger man (and his god) growl out one word at the same time: " mine. "
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10, 13 and 21 for the ask game?
10: Which character is mostly likely to: judge a book by its cover?
I feel like the Riverbankers are all guilty of this to some point with the wild wooders (eg: Rat's "they can't be trusted and that's just the truth of it" line). Toad is probably canonically the worst for this, especially if there's a class difference (see: the barge woman and washerwoman aunt comments) but his saving grace is he will change his mind without too much fuss. Sometimes.
13: Which character is mostly likely to: not celebrate their birthday?
Book!Badger is the type of animal who has never told a soul when his birthday is, because he just knows some well-meaning animal will spread the date and then he'll get *shudder* unexpected guests come to wish him well.
Musical!Badger definitely celebrated his birthday with Toad Sr and Rat Sr, but hasn't since their passing and is not about to raise it now.
(Cue Mole asking Rat when Badger's birthday is, and Rat just being like, shit I think we missed it.)
21: Which character is mostly likely to: shy away from big crowds?
Badger is a big mood here, but I'm also going to throw Ratty as the kind of animal who likes small gatherings but big, Toad Hall parties can sometimes be A Bit Much.
I'm also going to add that during the finale Toad Hall party, Rat lingers by the shoreline/boat once they arrive, while Mole is the one who bustles into the crowds to find Badger, and Mrs Otter is the one to approach Rat to make conversation. So, I mean. That tracks.
[ask me which character is Most Likely To from this list (or create your own]
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"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.
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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.
Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
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When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.
I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.
One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.
The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?
The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”
I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.
It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.
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it's so fucking frustrating to be in college and know everyone uses chatgpt and to be tempted by it constantly while also knowing intellectually that it doesn't work and it's a bad idea. like, i hang out in the library a lot, and i see people using chatgpt on assignments almost every day. and i know it isn't a good way to learn, because it's not really "artificial intelligence" so much as it is an auto text generator. and it gives you wrong information or badly worded sentences all the time. but every week i stare down assignments i don't want to do and i think man. if only i could type this prompt into a text generator and have it done in 10 minutes flat. and i know it wouldn't work. it wouldn't synthesize information from the text the way professors want, it wouldn't know how to answer questions, it just spits out vaguely related words for a couple paragraphs. but knowing my classmates get their work done in 10 minutes flat with it while i fight every ounce of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder in my body is infuriating.
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Tough.
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I know it’s controversial but I think Annabeth geeking out over the Hephaestus contraptions was adorable
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