#generally your average trash

[fefairys]

this is one is important as fuck i see so many people not understand this and it drives me crazy

"Sburb ruins, mythic challenges, and personal quests generally tend to come off as shallow busywork, stage props, or set pieces in a spurious Hero's Journey. Rose either faintly glimpses this truth at this early stage, or she's just hitting her rebellious teen stride. Either way, she doesn't take the surface value of the quest seriously at all, and only wants to smash it apart and loot the secrets. My sense is that the average reader reacts to this impulse unfavorably. Because readers watch the formula play out so often, they are trained heavily to respect the journey of the hero, to anticipate and crave its fulfillment, to see it as something verging on contractual in their relationship with a story. So a gut-response to this recklessness is like, "ROSE, NO! STOP THAT! You simply must complete your quest and play the rain!" What comes with this view is the feeling that her evolution as a character is only being delayed for a bit while she gets some anti-narrative foolishness out of her system, and then we'll get down to business and watch her do her quest, play a whole BUNCH of rain, and reap the narrative satisfaction. There's just one problem: she never does that. This candy-coated Kiddie Kwest is at no point ever taken seriously by Rose or the narrative itself, nor should it be.

When trying to parse character arcs, we look out for certain beacons. So when we hear "play the rain," we're like, ah, GOT IT. That's Rose's arc. Once she finally gets over this destructive teen bullshit, she can wise up, play the rain, and her arc will be finished. Wrong. This is almost a red herring arc. Her quest on this planet, its patronizing presentation, its intrinsic shallowness, is a mirage surrounding her that represents a fully regimented series of milestones for achievement and personal growth, much as society dubiously presents to young people in many forms. The true arc-within-the-arc is actually an upside-down version of what it appears to be. What Rose is doing now, which seems to be misguided recklessness taking her further away from the truth of herself, is actually better seen as a good start to her real journey: breaching the mirage of regimented growth, exposing it for the charade it is, and pulling the truth out of it. The real conflict in her arc comes not from the fact that she refuses to take it seriously, by destroying it and taking shortcuts. It's the opposite. It's that, upon trashing her planet, she continues to have this nagging sense that she should be taking this quest seriously, much like how a young adult may have a nagging sense of guilt that they aren't "being an adult right" by the time they approach adulthood. And this nagging, unanswerable guilt arises from the truth that the regimentation of adulthood is completely fake. It was always a mirage. Learning this, making peace with it, is part of the growing process for many, and it is for her too." -Andrew Hussie

intrinsically queer as fuck, too, btw

#sams reading homestuck again #homestuck #rose #i also see this in particular interpreted as a 'writing mistake' from hussie #no. its on purpose.

[noxhawthorne]

Abaia

Imagine, if you will, that you’ve gone on a quiet vacation to the islands of Fiji. Feel the sand under your toes, the sun on your skin, the smell of saltwater. You take an excursion, and find a beautiful, deep lake, surrounded by lush greenery. It’s a sweltering day, and the lake looks so inviting.

You walk into the lake, the cool water stinging pleasantly as you go deeper. Eventually you’re floating, unable to feel the ground beneath you. It’s calm, soothing. The local birds sing, the breeze rustles the leaves… you’re relaxed enough to let your eyes close and just drift…

Your feet touch a slippery rock, slick with grime from centuries of being submerged. You pay it no mind… until you notice the layer of grime is thick enough to give, making the rock feel almost squishy. You open your eyes. The birds have stopped singing.

You realize that you aren’t touching the rocking. It’s touching you.

The Abaia. A massive eel of Melanesian mythology, said to live at the bottom of freshwater lakes. The legend comes from the Fiji, Vanuatu, and Solomon Islands, though the exact location varies. There’s not really a specific size given, but, for an idea of what we’re talking about, the average American Eel is 16-33 inches long and about 2.5 pounds. So… bigger than that. Much bigger.

The legend of the Abaia poses it as the guardian of the lake it dwells in, protecting the inhabitants from humans looking to harm them. If a fisherman were to try and get his daily catch from the lake, or if an ignorant tourist were to throw their trash in it, the Abaia will unleash its wrath. Thrashing and twisting, it causes impressive waves that will claim the life of the perpetrator, dragging them down to the depths to remain with the great eel.

There is another version of this legend that claims the Abaia holds control over the weather via magic. The story goes that a fisherman discovered a bountiful lake, full of critters and creatures to sate his village’s hunger. He led the village to this lake, and has them help plunder it of life. The Abaia, upon seeing this, causes a torrential rainstorm, wiping out the village and drowning everyone who had harmed the creatures. The Abaia is often depicted as a motherly being to the inhabitants that share its home.

As someone who knows the basics about various eels, I have to wonder if there is some electrical aspect to this creature. Perhaps its ability to cause storms is caused by a powerful electrical charge. According to the Smithsonian’s National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute, the Electric Eel has three organs — the main organ, the Sach’s organ, and the Hunter’s organ — that produce electric impulses used for defense, communication, navigation, and hunting. At 6-8 feet long, this eel can generate up to 800 volts of electricity. Is the Abaia electric? Being so massive in size, could its electrical shock cause a storm? It’s unlikely, yes, but an interesting thought to consider.

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[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

~

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

~~

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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[uncharismatic-fauna]

No Tears for the Southern Black Widow

Latrodectus mactans, more commonly known as the southern black widow, is the most common species in the black widow family. While it can be found throughout North America, they are found most often in the southern United States. Within this wide range, L. mactans enjoys a variety of habitats. They prefer areas that are close to the ground, dark, and sheltered; in the wild this may mean dense brush or under logs, while in inhabited areas they may be found in basements, log piles, or under trash lids.

In addition to being the most common black widow, L. mactans is also the largest member of the family Theridiidae. The females are larger than the males, averaging at about 8-10 mm (0.31- 0.39 in) in length and weighing about 1 g (0.04 oz); however the male's legs are generally longer than the females. Both males and females are black, with small thoraxes and extremely large, round abdomens. The female can be distinguished by the iconic red hour-glass shape on the underside of her abdomen, while the male has 4 pairs of red and white stripes on each side of his abdomen.

The southern black widow is mainly solitary, spending most of its time in or near its web. Only the females live long enough to build a web for catching prey, and are the sole source of black widow bites. While bites do require medical attention, no human fatalities have been reported since 1983.

During the day, females hang in the center of the web to expose the bright red warning on their abdomen; when startled they drop to the ground and play dead. Though the webs they construct are haphazard-- the stereotype of cobwebs-- they are extremely strong and are capable of catching woodlice, millipedes, centipedes, other spiders, and occasionally small mice. Once an animal becomes trapped in L. mactan's web, the spider envenoms its prey and wraps it in a thick cocoon. After the animal dies the spider injects it with digestive enzymes and consumes the resulting fluid. Despite their strong venom, the southern black widow can be victim to several predaotrs; namely wasps, the brown widow spider, praying mantises, and large centipedes.

The southern black widow mates primarily in the spring and summer. Mature males build small webs and deposit semen along the threads. He then coats his mouthpieces-- palps-- with sperm and sets out to find a female mate. To court her, he vibrates the threads of her web until she is receptive. On rare occasions, a displeased female may eat the male. Afterwards, if he survives, the male leaves the females web and dies soon afterwards. From just one encounter, the female can store enough sperm to last her a lifetime of reproductive cycles.

After fertilization, the female builds a small web where she lays her egg sac, which can contain up to 400 eggs. She guards these eggs until they hatch about 20 days later, and immedietly disperse to establish their own territories. Until they become fully mature, at about 90 days old, juveniles have no venom and are extremely vulnerable to predators- including adult black widows. Typically only about 30 individuals from a single clutch survive to adulthood. Once mature, males can live for only one year, while females can live up to three years in the wild.

Conservation status: The IUCN has not evaluated the southern black widow, but due to its large range and population size it is considered stable. It is able to adapt to most habitats, and thus the species' only threat comes from extermination via pest control.

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[vshushmshu]

crumbs and other imaginary things

[@crystalmagpie447 remember this? well uh.]

another shift at the pizzaplex had you hunched over, with only your dutiful mop as your crutch in your moment of reprieve as you looked over the now freshly cleaned floors. no doubt they wouldn’t stay clean for long, what with all the children that always seemed to leave some sort of mess in their wake, but you still prided yourself on a job well done. you managed to actually move your legs after a few moments of simply standing there; lifting up the mop to place it in a bucket of now browned water, and stepped one foot in front of the other with said bucket in tow, all the way over to the nearest janitor’s closet. you were more general staff, really, assigned to do any odd jobs over the course of your shifts; that was a song and dance already played out, though, no doubt.

there was a remark under your breath about how nifty the wheels attached under the bucket were, how much more efficient it was to be able to roll it over to where you had to store it, considering the alternative of having to lug something of its weight all the way over with only your average amount of arm strength instead. management said not to worry about emptying the water anywhere, so you rolled it into the dim space and promptly closed the door without much thought. you mimed the action of wiping your hands clean of the deed, and laughed quietly to yourself when you noticed the familiar gesture. there was almost nobody here, except for if you counted the wet floor bots, and you liked to count them in.

in fact, just before exiting the area, you made sure to pat the one guarding your work on the top of its little head with a smile. it didn’t say anything, really couldn’t, other than a soft whirr and a mildly harrowing stare into the very fiber of your being, which you took as some sort of acknowledgment. a wave goodbye to the bot, and you set off to where you usually did when you had extra time before you legally had to clock out. it really was automatic at this point, but maybe you’d take a quick detour.

“FRIEND!! HELLO! HI!”

you grinned at sun’s overexcitement, something that never seemed to fade with every time you gave the attendant a “surprise” visit, waving back while he opened the door to the daycare wider for you, “BUDDY!! HI! HELLO!”

the both of you laughed at each other, sun jingling along with you as you walked over to the trash can by the security desk, throwing away plastic while scrubbing at your mouth with your hand to rid of any residue from the self-indulgent treat. the animatronic tilted their faceplate a few clicks to the left in curiosity, and made a noise of mild disgruntlement at such a heinously vile act, “sunshine, i really DO think it would be best to use, oh i don’t know, a napkin? tissue?”

a pointed raise of your eyebrow, fold of your arms across your chest, and you rolled your eyes at him, “oh, come on!! what happened to “how was your day, bestest buddy”?? “anything interesting happen, my dearest perfect angel that is so cool and also amazing”??? huh?”

he shook his head at your antics, hands reaching out to carefully dust away crumbs that might’ve still been clinging to your lips, “hmm.. okay then! how was your day, dearest? anything interesting happen?? do tell!!!”

when he was satisfied with the cleanliness of your face, he pulled their hands back with a tap to the corners of your lips and a spin of his rays, miming out wiping his hands clean of the deed. it was just a bit to play along to, but it still made you oh so happy, beaming up at him, “alright, alright, i’ll spill the beans-“

his faceplate clicked back to place, and a giggle, “what beans?”

a breath, “expression! figure of speech! not actual beans.”

if a plastic face had the ability to deadpan, he certainly would be using it at the moment, “we know, friend.. do go on. were those chips good? did you work hard while also making sure to take breaks?? any-”

you raised a hand, as if to halt the sunny personality’s train of worries by simply waving, and he did fall silent for a moment, “woah, okay, wait- how did you know i got chips?”

their fingers twitched, you caught from the corner of your eye, and his voice lilted while he shifted his weight from foot to foot, “crumbs!! you were chewing something crunchy, and we caught a glimpse of the bag. gotta say!! we thought you could do better with your selection of snacks.. those are infamous for being disappointing!!”

urges to hide yourself up in the jungle gym were repressed very heavily, “oh, come on! you’re gonna be weirdly observant and rip on my lackluster taste?? fake friends… the both of you!”

there was a moment of hesitation, a hushed chuckle like that of listening in to another’s word, then he pressed their hand to their chassis in dramatized dismay, “GASP!!! US?! FAKE FRIENDS??? sunshine, we could NEVER!! i only… speak the truth! is that so wrong??”

“…what if i said yes?”

the pair of you snickered at that. hands of metal and plastic and silicone cupped your cheeks once more, thumbs dabbing at the outline of your lips, and you hummed. must not have gotten all the crumbs after all. he gave you a littler smile, voice surprisingly quieter than what you were used to from the louder of the two, “i would throw you out a window! now, i’ve already said “do tell” twice now, so it’d be a little redundant to say it a third, wouldn’t it?”

you pretended to think, “huh… i guess it could be, but we wouldn’t be able to know for sure. how about you try it again and see-?”

the sun gave you its most unimpressed expression.

“ALRIGHT, alright!! pFFT- hAha, i’ll tell!!! okay, so…”

“… and then i had to clean that s- dookie!! that dookie up! not literally dookie, it came out the kid’s mouth, but uh… it sure could’ve passed from smell alone…..”

it was maybe ten minutes till you had to formally end your shift for the day, and you were somehow always surprised at how fast your extra time passed with the daycare attendant. you hadn’t spent the whole time talking about your experience through the day, as you could never remember things people asked of you to remember in the moment they did, so your ever-understanding friend had initially done a majority of the talking. describing the itinerary he had planned for the children today, how it all went mildly off-track and some improvisations had to be made, all while you helped clean up any stray toys or such still left skewed about the space. in the comfortable silence that followed, you blurted out pieces of your own activities until they finally formed the solid timeline of your day, if not broken up by a plushie-throwing battle momentarily.

the sun had set a half of the time through, though, and now you were in the company of the moon, who hummed along to your musings, “that’s disgusting. genuinely vile.”

there was no doubt a grimace painted across your features, and he seemed to laugh at the picture, “it really was! sucked. awful.”

he made some elaborate show of swimming through the air on his back, with only the cable hooked to their back piece, supporting their taunting frame, “sucks to suck, loser. you probably smell like it. take a shower, stink.”

you frowned up at him from where you walked along the hallway, sniffing at your clothes before letting your steps fall a little heavier, “shut up!! i was gonna anyways!”

the cord gave no audible indicator of the lunar dingdong gliding to hover over you with a playful grin, “stop stomping then, bozo. throwing tantrum. stinky stinker.”

“i am not!! you’re just being a jerk.”

you cringed, while moon’s smile only seemed to widen. you definitely sounded kind of whiny; you both knew that, so you switched it up with a drawn-out sigh, “ANYWAYS!! i’m gonna have to clock out soon, so don’t miss me too much while i’m gone, a’ight?”

you were steadily approaching the exit now, and the moon dragged itself along by the tether still for a quiet moment, before snorting with the barest trace of a crackle from their voicebox, “couldn’t care less.”

although, when standing in front of the shutters, he ruffled your hair a bit with a titter filled of mischief, then smoothed it back down to a poor imitation of how it looked before as he lowered himself to your standing when you complained lowly. you rolled your eyes at him, huffing, “wow, you guys really are fake…”

moon gave you a disgruntled mumble as a reply at first, before it raised to a decibel that was actually possible for humans to hear clearly, fingers wandering to trace spirals into your temple, “yeah, yeah- sooo unreal, this is all a dream. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up.”

you breathed a laugh that went strictly against the bit, face twisted in an unwitting smile, “wake up? i would think you’d be telling me to sleep, instead. isn’t that kinda your whole thing?”

the bot fell silent for a moment, tracing out as many bumps and ridges and shapes he could of your face, like the imprinting of a memory as cool fingertips ghosted over the seam of your lips. it was a little strange, but it still relaxed the muscles in your face as he reached up slowly to brush away a fallen eyelash with a plastic knuckle, then seemed to regain his voice, “sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep. sleep.”

that finally made you cackle, and moon squeezed your cheeks lightly with eyes that wished to crinkle in mirth, letting their silicone palms slip from your jaw with a final couple of taps from thumbs to the edges of your mouth, “you’re such a weirdo, dude.”

this time he rolled his eyelights instead, the cord clipped to their back pulling taut as their smile seems a little less carved in, and he’s watching you from a bird’s eye view once more, “sure… uhuh.”

you fished out your keycard, still grinning as well, “you really are, i swear! gonna dip now, though. see you when i see you!!”

card swiped and shutters lifting, you waved to the moon as you stepped out, it reciprocating a reflection of the farewell for the night, “later, weirdo. stay safe.”

you shouted back an affirmation, and all you got in reply was the tinkling of bells.

you were glad they were salvageable.

well, you honestly were infinitely more grateful that they as a whole were salvageable. the bells were just a nice bonus. you flicked one tied to their wrist again, smiling a little to yourself.

at first the ribbons had been scorched of ash and blackened from fire, but you had cleaned and learned to stitch, so they now looked as good as new. maybe the two found peace in the fact as well, but you could never truly know what went on in their head at any given moment. only guesses, really. lots of guesses nowadays.

guesses such as who was sitting next to you at the moment. who? sun rays were out, nightcap pinned, staring at you. it was useless to have the television on, really as no one watched whatever was playing, but you still observed the light bouncing off the walls with a very real interest.

there was a painfully long stretch of silence, and though you didn’t have a clue as to whether they felt as uncomfortable as you did, you still struck up conversation. the animatronic seemed eager to listen to whatever it was you finally took a deep breath to say, eyes glued to your face as you sighed heavily, “uh, sun… moon..? are you okay?”

the static laced through their words was a lot more noticeable, fingers in their lap spasming as if indecisive, “yes!! yes, all is well, friend!! we’re alright. you alright, tv too loud? all good?!”

so, your friends weren’t quite themselves, were they? were they? you reached over to the remote on the table, switching the television off with the press of a button, while the animatronic observed after your every move. you turned to them a little more after that, and held out your arms with an unsure grin, to which sunrays extended to stab through the poor nightcap further, “i’m all good! don’t worry, buddy… do you uh, want a hug?”

there was a moment of hesitation, like their body was held back by something, yet their faceplate was lit up with a sort of unbridled joy that had your smile widening, “YES!! yes, yes!!! that would be nice, mhm. can we?!”

you raised a brow, teasing, “i’m literally the one who asked, guys. of course.”

very soon after saying that you were gathered in arms and cradled close, high pitched laughter and mumbles being whispered as you wrapped your limbs around them, still jittery hands rubbing circles into your back. digits trailed and traced up your spine, ghosting over notches of vertebrae like second nature, and you squeezed them closer still. a laugh escaped you too when you felt cold fingers trail to your upper neck and draw shapes on your cheeks, pulling your head gently to face their faceplate. rays retracted to be able to rest on your shoulder, eyes still staring at you as their plastic plated fingers brushed over your mouth, the barest of pressure to make the skin give before their line of sight finally drifted to what they were doing.

it was like lightning struck their servos, making them sit rod straight with sunrays ripping up the hat more as they flared and spun like the blades of a fan, making you wince at the future stitching project. it was like they were trying to avoid any physical contact with you now, despite you still very much being spread on their lap, and you were mildly surprised they hadn’t chucked you across the living room from the force of their jolt, “wh- are you okay?? what happened?!”

they seemed like you when you reflected on an embarrassing memory from elementary school in the dead of night, and you had to choke down a wheeze that would’ve been at their expense, mortification hidden behind the same hands that had so affectionately held you, “OH MY GOSH. WE’RE SO SORRY- sorry- WE DIDN’T EVEN ASK!! WE’RE HORRIBLE!!! fakest friends. HOW COULD WE?? horrib-“

you furrowed your brows, leaning forward to pry their hands from their face, which they probably let you from how easy it was to move them. you then replaced their hands with your own, making sure to keep eye contact while they stared into yours, lightly brushing thumbs over the designs carved onto their faceplate, “ALRIGHT, NONE OF THAT!! i don’t know what you’re freaking out about, but you’re not bad buddies at all! like, if it’s about the whole touchy-feely dealy, then you guys are fine!!! more than fine, really! don’t you think i would TELL you to stop if i got uncomfortable?!”

there was a moment of quiet, and hands that were hovering at their sides drop down to the couch cushions, “uhm.. yeah, guess so. are… are you sure, though??! can we-“

your hands found theirs in a slightly annoyed resolution, lifting them to your face to press from the palms to their fingertips to your mouth, effectively killing any words left in their voicebox. you swore you maybe heard the air conditioning kick up speed in the silence, and when you moved on to their metal knuckles, one of them breathed out static, “star, we get it..”

you huffed at them, pausing to stare at their unreadable expression, “YOU BETTER!! AND ALSO YOU’RE NOT FAKE!! now come on, can we get back to it??? the back rubs were especially nice..”

there was hesitation again for a moment, but then they snickered something that was an overlap of the two you knew and loved, and digits traveled over your skin. you sighed in contentment, sinking into their hold while hugging them close to you once more, squeezing when a hand came up to card through your hair, “aww, friend!!! …spoiled.”

you went to yap an objection, but any fight left you when they rested a faceplate with retracted rays back on your shoulder, tracing stars into the corners of your lips. you simply flicked the bells tied to their wrist absentmindedly instead, happy.

[ masterpost ]

#fnaf dca x reader #moondrop x reader #sundrop x reader #moon x y/n #sun x y/n #i’m so tired i’m litersaelly #losinfg it #moon x reader #sun x reader #ggah

[balkanradfem]

So related to separatism, I think that we should have a female-only archive where we collect and store all information we get on an average day about creepy, misogynistic, or possibly predatory male behaviour.

For instance, a man follows you in the street, even if you don’t recognize it, you write it down, and upload it to the archive to the appropriate category. Someone tries to harass, assault or corner you, you upload the event to the archive.

But, you also do it with the men you know. If you hear a coworker make a rape joke, you upload it to the archive, with his name and picture attached to it. Your brother talks about women using slurs and implies they all deserve to be used and discarded, you put his name in the archive, with his exact words and comments. You see a man you know creepily watching a child, you upload it to the archive, with his name and picture attached. You accidentally find out about your boss, friend, or a relative having a gross porn habit, you upload it to the archive.

Because, it’s very possible a lot of these people openly declaring that women are trash and should be violated and used, are the exact same men who follow women in the street, predate over children, commit domestic violence at home or generally just wait to trap a woman in an abusive relationship or a toxic marriage. Women should have access to this information.

So when a woman is considering dating a guy, or getting serious, she can type in his name into the archive, and find out if he’s in there, and if he is, what kind of misogynist he is when he doesn’t think it’s being recorded. When a woman is followed, she can check everyone who has been recorded having a creepy habit in the area, and possibly pin down the predator. Women’s watch can be organized over places where the instances of predatory behaviour have been high. Women missing could be prevented. Domestic violence could be proved more easily, if there’s a track record of the abuse also stored within the archive - for women would be encouraged to record abusive behaviour from their husbands too.

I also feel, if they wanted to participate, women trapped in prostitution would prove to be an amazing source of information, recording violent and dangerous behaviour, even if they have no names, descriptions would possibly help to pin and incriminate the predator. We’d also have a greater record of abuse happening within industries that use women as a resource, and they wouldn’t be just this ‘males will be males’ instances, it would be attached to a place, date, possibly name, and at least a description.

If anyone knows how to make this, let’s organize and make one.

#archive of mysoginy #archive of predators #feminism #radical feminism #records of male violence #radfem #male violence #male predators

[spandex-if]

Artbreeder may not be everyone's cup of tea, but could we please get ROs physical descriptions, including their height?

i likely won't be making artbreeders, with how contentious it is regarding ai art and creative work, but i might look at getting commissions of them done one day! in the meanwhile, here are their physical descriptions!

hayden/hayley:

has slightly wavy dark brown hair in a two block undercut (m)/cut at shoulder length (f) and hard hazel eyes. hayden styles his hair with a blowdryer every morning while hayley usually puts it up in a simple ponytail or with a claw clip. she has curtain bangs pushed to the sides to frame her face.

they have strong features and the build of an athlete, with warmly tanned skin. hayden is 1.77m (5' 9'') while hayley is 1.67m (5' 4''). at the right corner of their lips is a small, almost unnoticeable scar from where they got into a fight in middle school. often, they wear a slightly irritable and impatient expression on their face (they never used to look at you like that).

they prefer to wear comfortable jeans or khakis with well fitted shirts for ease of movement, and cycle between the same two jackets — a casual black bomber and a brown leather jacket.

(if married prior) the ring that used to be the other half to yours is absent from their left hand, now.

ronan:

they have a slim figure — m!ronan is 1.79m (5' 10'') while f!ronan is 1.69m (5' 6''), with sharp facial features. their hair is a light shade of dirty blond with highlights and their eyes are a shade of pale grey blue. m!ronan's hair is in a layered cut while f!ronan's hair is in a tassel cut that comes down to her chin. f!ronan also likes a dark red lip, if she can be bothered to put it on.

ronan is often dressed in loose, plain linen buttoned shirts (but prefer to leave a few undone) tucked into slacks. sometimes, they pair their outfit with a form fitting suit vest or a slightly oversized jacket. and if they're feeling really generous, a doctor's coat.

they often have a lazy, amused look — much like a cat's.

lin:

rather long-limbed and tall, but they make it work for them. their black hair is in a messy wolf's cut, and their ears are accessorised with silver piercings. their skin tone is quite pale but in very good condition, and their eyes are big and dark, even if they rarely betray what is going on in that mind of theirs.

they're always seen with a pair of headphones around their neck (with active noise cancelling, just because) and dress in loose, oversized hoodies, tees or sweaters — whatever's comfortable. sometimes, when you bump into them while throwing out the trash, they have on a pair of large, wire rimmed glasses.

you often see them with a tote or sling bag, carrying their laptop and headphones over their head. most of the time they look as though they've just rolled out of bed, but hey, they still look good, okay.

scott/stelle:

they have a head of bright red hair — you're not too sure if it's natural. scott's is a curly mop on top of his head, while stelle's is often pulled back into a messy ponytail. aside from that, they are the most average person that has ever averaged. average height at 1.75m (5' 9'') for scott, 1.63m (5' 4'') for stelle. average build. there is a faint smattering of freckles across their cheeks that become more obvious when it's hot or they're embarrassed. they have soft brown eyes — and the speed at which they blink is directly proportional to the numbers of coffees they've had in the morning.

they wear cardigens (one has the picture of a goose with a knife held in its beak) with simple clothes beneath. when they come into the office, you hear the jingle of their bag before you see them — plastic keychains with hero merchandise hanging from almost every available zip.

#whatsupp. #ro: l lin #ro: s barnes #ro: r foster #ro: h dayvis

[teecupangel]

Jujutsu Kaisen and Assassin's Creed crossover! What would be each assassin's curse technique? What's their domain expansion? What grade are they?

I was half-tempted to make them Cursed Spirit just for the heck of it but let’s go for them being sorcerers in general. For this one, I’ll try to make their cursed techniques and domain expansion kinda like a reference to their games… Imma try anyway XD

So let’s talk about a brief description of each for those unfamiliar with Jujutsu Kaizen:

Cursed Technique: In a nutshell, sorcerers uses cursed energy to activate their techniques and that’s why it’s called Cursed Technique.

Domain Expansion: I am probably going to screw up the explanation but the main point is a Domain Expansion is a closed ‘space’ created from the mind of the user (usually a reflection of their mind) that guarantees to amplify their curse techniques (or evolve it or mutate it) and give it a 100% hit rate. Not every sorcerer can use a Domain Expansion and it’s noted as a sign that a sorcerer has reached the top of their capability (allegedly).

Grade: Each sorcerer has a Grade that shows their ‘capabilities’ and experience with 4 being the lowest (weak or inexperienced or your family is a pile of trash dicks who is keeping you from promoting), 3 is average, 2 is above average, 1 is the highest status… unless you count Special Grade which is reserved for those who are super dangerous, mostly those with immeasurable destructive power

(Since some curse techniques are hereditary, a bit of backstory would be necessary)

Note: All Cursed Techniques/Domain Expansion names are subject to change because I am bad at naming stuff and they were all translated by Cambridge Dictionary so if it’s wrong, blame them. Also, their Grades is not their final grade but their grade when the ‘story’ starts. In this situation, I kinda like the idea of Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton being the upperclassmen to Arno, Jacob and Evie. XD

Altaïr: semi-Grade 2, barred from promotion by the Sinan Family’s Elders

The adopted child of the Sinan Family who is rumored to have killed his adoptive father, Rashid, and is said to be under investigation, barring him from promotion until further notice.

Cursed Technique: Hollow Illusions

Altaïr is able to create illusions that cannot be distinguished from reality. It cannot physically harm his opponents but real objects may be hidden in the illusions (ex: hiding a time bomb in an illusion of a person his opponent loves). He can create illusions of anything he knows and have seen and his illusions can even copy living beings down to their quirks and habits using the knowledge his opponent has about them (it’s unsure how but Altaïr believes that his cursed technique doesn’t really create illusions but infects anyone with the ‘thought’ of that illusion and invades their mind for more information). He mostly uses this to confuse or debilitate enemies while using his sword to finish them. Hollow Illusions cost a lot of energy and Altaïr can only use up to 5 average human male size illusions per day… unless he pushes himself but this comes at the cost of harming his internal organs.

Domain Expansion: مكتبة الإبداع [Library of Creation] (“Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted”)

A pure white dome with bookcases filled with books and parchments as walls. Each book and parchments correspond to the ‘laws of reality’. In this dome, Altaïr has complete control over every law that governs the universe and the living beings inside and anything that is created in this domain can be stated as ‘real’ and any ‘real’ thing in this domain can be stated as ‘illusion’ at his whim. (if Altaïr’s theory that his technique invades the mind directly then this domain’s real danger lies in Altaïr’s ability to invade anyone’s mind and change it to his will… of course, that theory has not yet been proven).

Ezio: semi-Grade 2, Auditore Family

The second oldest son of the Auditore Family, an old sorcerer family that has been one of the most influential families in their world.

Cursed Technique: Auditore Family’s Light Absorption

Ezio can use his cursed technique to absorb any source of light, amplifying his cursed energy. He uses his amplified cursed energy to coat his weapons and deal massive damage. (He can even absorb the light of a phone’s screen, it does not need to be natural light)

Domain Expansion: Teatro della Tenebre [Theatre of Darkness] (“We work in the dark to serve the light”)

His domain absorbs all sources of light inside the domain, engulfing everything into darkness. Being hit by a spotlight means being engulfed in a pillar of pure cursed energy meant to deal severe damage (ala Moonbeam) if it hits anything other than Ezio. Being hit by the spotlight amplifies all of Ezio’s attacks and acts as a shield that negates all incoming damage. The domain is also able to absorb the light outside of it, ensuring that Ezio will have unlimited energy in the domain.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: semi-Grade 2

The illegitimate son of the missing Haytham Kenway, part of the Kenway family, a branch family of the Auditore family. He strives to become a sorcerer to find the Cursed Spirit who burned his village to the ground and killed his mother.

Cursed Technique: Auditore Family’s Light Absorption

Inherited from his ‘missing’ father, Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton absorbs light to amplify his own body, making him faster, stronger and more durable.

Domain Expansion: I can’t find any English to the Kanien'kehá:ka language translator but just assume his Domain Expansion’s name is from his native language and it translate to “The Night Hunt” (“We work in the dark to serve the light”)

His domain is engulfed in darkness and Ratonhnhaké:ton stalks his preys in the darkness, the amplification of his body shrouding him in cursed energy that seemed to take the form of different animals. Like Ezio (and anyone with a domain expansion from the Auditore family), he can absorb more light to amplify his cursed energy from outside the domain.

Desmond: Ungraded → Grade 4 (debatably: Special Grade)

Of course, we’re going to shower Desmond with affection by making his life ‘complicated’. Desmond is born of the Miles family, a branch family of the Auditore family with William Miles, his father, as the current head of the family. He’s the cousin of both Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton (of differing degrees) and his birth is shrouded in mystery for one specific reason: no one knows who his mother is. His mother disappeared (or died???) when he was 3 in an incident that everyone is forbidden to talk about (all they know is that Desmond is the sole survivor) and investigations concluded that his mother’s identity never existed. He doesn’t want to be a sorcerer and he actually ran away from the Miles family… until he got into another incident where every being in a closed room with him is left dead in varying degree of gore while he slept in the middle of the room, exactly as it happened back when he lost his mother. Because of this, he’s been given to Edward Kenway to survey and, if necessary, put down.

Cursed Technique: Auditore Family’s Light Absorption – Incomplete(???)

He can absorb light, sure… but it doesn’t amplify his cursed energy at all. No one knows why. Desmond cannot even use cursed energy at all even though he can see cursed spirit. For some reason, Desmond can also absorb cursed energy itself. Edward theorizes that this is the ‘final’ form of the Auditore’s Light Absorption, to absorb cursed energy from others. But they still can’t understand why Desmond can’t use cursed energy when it’s clear that he can absorb it. Some believes this is because Desmond hasn’t mastered it while others believe it’s a drawback of being able to absorb cursed energy.

Domain Expansion: “None”

As far as everyone can see, Desmond does not have a Domain Expansion.

Edward: Grade 1, leader/teacher of Altaïr, Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond’s team

The ex-head of the Kenway Family (the current head is his daughter, Jenny) who has turned to instructing students and is the current instructor of Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton. He was given Desmond because of his mastery of the Auditore Family’s Light Absorption as well as a personal favor from William Miles who was unwilling to take Desmond back (“He wouldn’t want to see me. It might just make him more uncooperative if I was to try and take him back to our family. He is safer with you than he would ever be with me.”)

Cursed Technique: Auditore Family’s Light Absorption

He absorbs light and can coat the cursed energy taken from that light in any object. His primary weapon is pistols (4 of them, in fact) and his bullets are all coated in cursed energy. He cannot create bullets made of cursed energy but his mastery over the Auditore Family’s cursed technique means he can coat anything (object, living person) with his cursed energy and can absorb light immediately. Desmond’s pistol and bullets coated with cursed energy is from him so Desmond could protect himself.

Domain Expansion: Raise the Black Flag (“We work in the dark to serve the light”)

The domain is filled with cursed energy showing as black water that Edward can use at any time but acts like acid to those inside his domain. Rotting planks acts as ‘safe ground’ to them and the domain’s walls turn into cannons made of darkness, firing blasts after blasts to all enemies in the domain.

Arno: Grade 3

The son of a veteran sorcerer who died from a cursed spirit (probably?) while on his way to get his son from the park where he was playing with a mysterious red-haired girl. He finds his father’s body and is taken in by the sorcerers soon after.

Cursed Technique: Des Sens Partagés (Shared Senses)

Arno can share senses to any target and it doesn’t have to be human. Those with cursed energy are easier to share senses with and Arno can choose to make it one-way or two-way. He uses it more for surveillance and reconnaissance, acting as a commanding officer in the field.

Domain Expansion: Sens en Bouteille (Bottled Senses) – still incomplete

He’s still working on it but his domain is meant for him and his opponents to share everything with Arno being able to choose how ‘deep’ their bond is. Arno can also take his opponents senses, debilitating them. As a last result, Arno can harm himself to harm his opponent.

Evie: Grade 3

Evie will be our Maki Zen’in, unable to see curses but still wishing to be a sorcerer. She’s considered a prodigy in her own regards and has both an inferior complex and an academic rivalry with Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad because people like to say “If she could just use cursed energy, she would have been as good as Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad”. The Frye family supports her and is even pushing for her to be named the heir, making them a ‘joke’ in the eyes of many other sorcerer families.

Cursed Technique and Domain Expansion: None

She uses cursed tools and is granted a more durable and faster body than even high leveled sorcerers by Heavenly Restriction. Arno usually shares his senses with her so she can see cursed spirits but she has tools to help her if Arno can’t share his senses. If she pushed herself, she can be as fast as Ratonhnhaké:ton in his domain. However, the prejudice and mocking she received as a child makes her have a hard time with mental-heavy cursed techniques like illusions.

Jacob: Grade 3

Evie Frye’s twin and a sorcerer who joined because it was ‘tradition’. He’s friendly and doesn’t seem to take anything seriously. Underneath, he believes it would have been better if he was the one that can’t see cursed energy instead of his twin. He also can’t help but think the Frye family’s support of Evie is a show of how much of a disappointment he is.

Cursed Technique: The Frye Family’s Emotional Manipulation

A cursed technique of the Frye family that can manipulate emotions of the targets, make them calm to the point of not wishing to fight or stop someone from killing them. Jacob can only target 1 target at once but the common target is usually 3. He’s still ‘learning’ the ropes as he calls it but many believes his lack of progress is either deliberate to make Evie a worthy successor or he is being hindered by his own hidden inferiority complex.

Domain Expansion: The Fall of Terror – incomplete

A domain in which Jacob can freely control the emotions of everything in it. The final form of this domain would have every being fall into complete terror, paralyzing them and, in some cases, making them harm themselves.

Bayek: Grade 1

The headmaster of the ‘school’ Desmond is sent to. He lost his son to a group of organized cursed spirits that they are still hunting down. His wife has gone missing, presumably turning rogue to hunt the same cursed spirits without waiting for the approval of the council.

Cursed Technique: Soul Fire

Bayek is able to use his cursed energy to create flames that have the same mythical properties people believe Greek Fire to have. His main weapon is a sword that is covered in his Soul Fire. This fire cannot be snuffed out for as long as Bayek has cursed energy and can melt through the toughest of metal and even the strongest barriers recorded by the sorcerers.

Domain Expansion: آكل القلوب (Eater of Hearts)

His domain is shown to be ruins with the ground submerged in water. His Soul Fire turns into a large glowing snake that attacks anything in the domain and Bayek trades his sword for a bow made of the same flames. His arrows are purely made of Soul Fire as well and he coordinates his attack with the flaming snake that hunts the domain.

Basim: Grade 2

A thief who accidentally got mixed up in all these because the one he was stealing from had an object that contained a cursed spirit. This cursed spirit killed its ‘owner’ and was about to kill Basim. It unfortunately ate his partner in crime and childhood friend Nehal. Preliminary report stated that there is no evidence of any other person at all and many believed that this Nehal has been completely devoured by the cursed spirit before Basim’s current instructor, Roshan, got to the scene and saved Basim from the same fate.

Cursed Technique: Focused Strikes

Basim marks his targets in a specific radius and teleports to each of their location to attack in rapid succession. Almost always lethal but takes a lot of cursed energy. He can only mark up to 3 targets right now but, with enough training, he will be able to mark up to 5 targets.

Domain Expansion: سجن الجن (Djinn Prison) - incomplete

A domain haunted by a djinn that attacks anything in the domain. The entire domain is surrounded by shadowy figures that stand still while the djinn stalks and attacks everyone. The djinn cannot be attacked or killed. Because of the incompleteness of the domain, the Djinn will also attack Basim if it sees him.

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‘Unknown’ Domain Expansion that killed everyone in Desmond Miles’ 3rd birthday party (his father was away on business) and Desmond Miles’ old workplace Bad Weather

Sole survivor: Desmond Miles

“A Reader’s Dream”

A domain expansion that creates hooded figures that kills everything in sight with a blade on their left arm. They can be killed with one shot but more will be summoned as time passes. Each figure wears a hood, keeping their faces obscured. The domain appears like a gray area shrouded in light mist and lines will start to form all over. The more glowing lines there is, the harder for anyone or anything in the domain to move. Each time this domain is activated, it seems to be larger, as if it had been receiving cursed energy from somewhere and had been storing it. The domain itself does not show its user.

#this is absolutely longer than i was expecting #lol #have their cursed techniques domain expansions #and the makings of a story #basim is now part of these kinds of asks because i finished ac mirage #i'm thinking his team would be composed of him and nur and one more ac mirage assassin #anyway have some tags #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #arno dorian #jacob frye #evie frye #bayek of siwa #basim ibn ishaq #i didn't say it but it's possible that haytham kenway was possessed by a cursed spirit #or became one #maybe #uuhhh the templars are cursed spirit in general i guess??? #idk #i didn't think that far

[whereonceiwasfire]

I've had this thought for a bit but haven't quite known how to put it into words, so you're just getting it in nonsensical stream of conciousness fashion I guess, as is tradition. Now let's talk halfas.

I know there are various degrees of "they're not quite human, even in human form" ideas floating around out there, and that stuff is my JAM. Give me a chill in the air when they walk into the room, give me that uncanny valley feeling when they're looking directly at you, give me the eyes that reflect light like a cat's, give me electronics fritzing in their vicinity, give me silent footsteps. I am here for all of it. But I also really love the idea that there's a level of a) how much they embrace the ghost half that factors in, and b) not just gaining ghostly traits, but losing human ones too. Hear me out. A) Vlad is significantly more ghostly than Danny, particularly in his ghost form, right? Blue skin, red eyes, claws, fangs. Like, he's not winning any prizes for subtley, that's all I'm saying. And there are various rationales for this out there too, but for the sake of argument, let's just say it's because he's less resitant to the idea of being a ghost and fights the ghost side of him less. In that case, I love the idea of Vlad being more ghostly just in general. He's not actively suppressing his ghost half, and this bleeds through into his human form, giving him a much creepier vibe than Danny. You maybe couldn't quite put your finger on it, but he's unsettling in a way this fourteen year old dork who's been rambling for 20 minutes about black holes and spagehttification (yes, it's a thing) just isn't. I also am simply trash for giving Vlad sharper teeth, dark circles, eyes that lack that more human warmth, blah, blah, blah, to drive some of that home. None of it is strictly inhuman, but you're definitely getting the impression there's something...wrong with him, where Danny comes across more like your average, definitely-totally-human kid.

B) I looooove the thought that the more ghostly the halfas let themselves become, the more they start losing some of the things that make them human. They need less sleep, they lose their appetite, they have less body heat, their pulse is slower. Maybe some of that human conscience goes silent and those nefarious ghost tendencies start coming out (like, say, a craving for power???) I love this thought so much because this makes the slope even more slippery between Danny (the hero) and Vlad (the villain), which is a *chef's kiss* dynamic. If Danny starts letting some things slide, letting himself lose his humanity just a little bit, embracing his ghostliness to the exlcusion of his human half, giving up some conscience for some power, maybe these other, dormant ghost tendencies could wake up. I mean, we know that stuff is in there, we see it in Dan, there's the implication that the ghost without the human is dangerous, but the thought that you could let one side start to override the other, even while still being a halfa? AND, maybe that's part of the reason Vlad is so cracked? Makes my single braincell feral.

Idk, just some half-baked thoughts because I am procrastinating what I'm supposed to be doing right now. Sorry or you're welcome accordingly LOL.

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanons #dp #dp headcanons #dp thoughts #vlad masters #vlad headcanons #halfa headcanons #idk man just thinking out loud maybe it doesn't make any sense

[opinated-user]

i just have to laugh because this is so very obviously an overreaction and has nothing to do with what anon said. a probably well intended person: this is your blog, you should be able to talk about whatever you want here. LO: they're liars, liars, liars who lie! i didn't write CP! i didn't molest Courtney! i didn't, i did not!... hey, Brittany... someone was feeling a bit sensitive there, huh? was the stockholm ask that triggered it, LO? maybe if you tried to stop pretending to be above the issue by still bringing it up people wouldn't feel compelled to still ask you about it. but when has common sense and reason ever stopped your ego ride? for the record, LO, you were the one who said your buiding was infested with mice. you said that in one of the multiple posts you have talking about killing mice. i have the screenshots.

you said it, not us. i don't understand what do you think you gain by lying about it. it's not really your fault. nobody was saying that meant you live surrounded by trash or you did something to attract the mice. sometimes those things can happen even if you were as clean as humanly possible, so it's not like you're saving face either.

and indeed, you did multiple post about killing mice, not just one. even some tweets too. so many that it came a point in which i legitimately thought you were taking some kind of sick enjoyment out of it. you also do live in a basement. in a building. that has a mice infestation problem. this is all information you have given to the public. i'm sorry, but you truly only have yourself to blame on this one. "my viewership drops slightly" that's a very generous way of saying that your views have been below average for years and the only saving graces you have are when you managed to talk about a topical issue that brings people's attentions. mostly, SU as of late. i feel it's also important to bring up that we never accused LO of "traumadumping" on her own blog. the only time i have ever seen anyone bringing that at all was to mention how abrassive and rude you were when other survivors shared their own stories of trauma. your completely lack of compassion or any tact was the issue, not you sharing whatever stories you want about your life.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is a liar

[therandomtapes]

Last week, in the middle of a pretty trash week in general we learned that Sakurai Atsushi, lead singer of legendary Japanese rock band Buck-Tick passed away on Saturday October 16th.

I'm not sure how much I've spoken about them on here.

I found them in late 1998. When I got that X/1999 fansub in Brooklyn where I first heard X-Japan, it sent me down a rabbit hole. I would find out the fandom and the country were reeling from the passing of X's guitarist hide earlier that year, in Spring, and I would find a stream of a tribute album. Hide tribute spirits.

This is where I first heard Buck-Tick. Their cover of "doubt" left me wanting more.

I would then learn that they had been around since 1983 (i was 3).

(this is from 87)

They evolved through many eras, from new wave to goth (?) to cyberpunk to rock'n'roll to a combination of all eras. Their influence can be felt even in modern visual kei. They are probably the band that made everyone in that scene wanna have at least one jazzy swing type song on their albums. Hell, Acchan's the reason Kyo is Kyo. Sakurai's look inspired many anime character designs (and I'm pretty sure Benimaru Nikaido from King of Fighters is based on 80s Buck-Tick....yes...they ALL had that hair).

In fact, a lot of their music was in anime (especially if said anime was about vampires. It always amused me that during the era where Acchan looked like a vampire, B-T were the band you called if you needed a theme song for your vampire anime.) Nightwalker, XXXHolic, Trinity Blood, and the very best one, the one that is actually scary, SHIKI!!

If you're not up on vis kei, you probably still have heard of him since he and Imai were in SCHWEIN with Raymond Watts from Pig and Sacha Konietzko from KMFDM.

He also had a band called The Mortal which did a pretty amazing Siouxsie cover.

I recommend Buck-Tick and the Mortal's entire catalog, most of which is on streaming now. I should make a bloody playlist.

I will add the playlist to this post later.

R.I.P. Sakurai Atsushi

one of the greatest vocalists ever, and condolences to the band.

I cannot stress enough how awful I feel for those guys.

This band was together for THREE FUCKING DECADES. No lineup changes.

Atsushi and Imai had the kind of vocal interplay you only get if you're basically best friends.

It's a terrible loss.

. . . and, . . . . no.

I can't end the post like this.

It's too sad.

This band brought too much joy to end the post like this.

I am leaving you with the saga of the paper mache head people.

in the 80s, for the album Seventh Heaven (an album I might actually like better than Sexual XXXX, I can't decide), B-T did videos for quite a few songs (they did PVs for pretty much every song on Sexual XXXX), and 3 of them feature Atsushi having nightmares about/seeing people with large fake paper mache heads. Then in the video for In Heaven they are playing a show for them.

They had something I think is crucial to every band now and forever: WEIRD ASS MUSIC VIDEOS.

You think it was jus the 80s?

no no no

check out UTA

Just your average performance video? No. They dressed up like rock icons, with ridiculous wigs.

This is what I'm talking about. Joy, kids.

Atsushi and Buck-Tick brought JOY, dammit.

enjoy.

I'll post a playlist later, I guess.

Atsushi Sakurai, rest in power you legend!

#buck tick #visual kei #sakurai atsushi #atsushi sakurai #jrock #Youtube

[tanadrin]

In 3 months there is gonna be a call out about you that will make you abadon your tumblr

thanks for the warning! i'd hate for any callout posts to miss my most problematic opinions. let's see here... ok, i'm contemptuous of almost all forms of spirituality and religion, i think i'm on record as saying that astrology is both proto-fascist and a way for people to avoid having to deal with their actual emotional issues, 'victim's rights' as a movement is actually fascist, most anticolonial discourse is just white ethnonationalism that's been brownwashed, and most of the anti-racist activism that's in vogue right now is useless.

but here are some other opinions to cancel me over. pick whichever ones seem most problematic to you:

english orthography is good, actually.

there is no scenario on this earth where i would rather swim in the gross slimy ocean than in a nice clean swimming pool. absolutely none. fuck the ocean. it's full of dead fish and it's existentially terrifying.

i find it basically impossible to grok nonbinary people who present in a way indistinguishable from their ASAB.

cats are slightly preferable to dogs

almost all fantasy fiction is irredeemably derivative of first-wave fantasy (roughly ending with Lord of the Rings), in a way which betrays a fundamental narrowness of imagination among almost all fantasy enjoyers.

ASOIAF specifically is trash. And not the fun kind.

kids seeing fucked up things on the internet too young is good actually

ok, that's kind of a contrarian way to make my point, which is a bit subtler, but is essentially:

i trust young people to seek out information and develop their own intellectual curiosities and identities much more than i trust sanctimonious gatekeepers to accurately judge what is bad for them and what is good, and given the structure of our society the only people who are empowered by censorship are prudes, authoritarians, and bigots. i do not at all trust the average parent not to infantilize or intrude on the autonomy of their kid in a way that's more harmful to them than accidentally seeing weird porn on the internet

age of consent laws, on balance, probably do a lot more harm (in the form of subjecting teenagers engaging in consensual and healthy sexual activity to state violence, usually along lines of class and race and gender) than good (in prosecuting adults who sexually exploit children). there are much better ways to protect children from sexual exploitation by adults.

abolishing the nuclear family, for instance

"asexual" is kind of a weird label to form identity politics around. not saying it's bad, just that it seems fundamentally different from most other classifications of sexual identity, in that there have been approved social roles for asexuals for centuries, and if anything, celibacy, or at least a lack of overt interest in sex, is generally considered to be morally neutral to laudatory historically, unlike homosexuality or a deviant gender expression.

discourse on cultural appropriation is stupid

'witchcraft' is really cringe. imitation of older customs in an effort to revive them will always involve reifying things as conscious Traditions that were simply part of the normal background of life, which renders any attempt to re-create them pure performance that can never capture the spirit of the original. plus, nobody who's in to neopaganism or witchcraft seems to have more than a shallow understanding of the history and culture in which the practices they're interested in were embedded, even if they're nominally descended from that culture. in many cases such a deep understanding is simply not possible owing to a lack of evidence.

goa's annexation by India was not only illegal but unjust.

higher levels of buddhist practice and spiritual attainment resemble both spiritual psychosis and garden-variety spiritual abuse too much for that to really be a coincidence.

the dutch language is inherently ridiculous

communities do not have moral rights. individuals and collections of individuals have moral rights, and we can speak of group moral rights as a useful shorthand for that, but frequently we get lost at that layer of abstraction and start treating groups as first-class concepts, and this produces (at best) inane conclusions and (at worst) an excuse to fuck over individuals in service of the community--which in practice cashes out to serving the interests of the elite that runs the community, i.e., authoritarian conservatism. authoritarian conservatism is not better just because the authoritarian conservatives it serves happen to be a racial or religious minority.

not only should all monarchies be abolished, countries that have abolished their monarchies should make it illegal to accept titles of nobility

germany was too lenient by letting people keep their titles as part of their name during the German Revolution. they should have abolished them full stop.

even orders of merit are on thin fucking ice

maine is the rightful territory of massachussetts, and mainers are a fictional ethnicity created to justify the destruction of Greater Massachussetts. Massachussetts should annex it.

Make Washington D.C. Square Again

[respectthepetty]

Hi! I just wanted to say I really like your blog. It brings so much good to the world (I now know colors mean things!) so thank you for that. <3

Anon, you are very kind, but I know my posts bring joy to, on average, eight people. I appreciate you stating my blog is good for the world though because I also know I balance it out with a lot of trash. I am a Leo born in the Year of the Dragon, so statements like that cater to my ego.

I'm glad my one-person mission to get everyone noticing colors (and visual rhetoric in general) is working on one anonymous person out there in the wild, but as usual, I hope you are writing your own pieces too, regardless of the subject matter.

The colors do mean things, but so do a lot of other details I'm unaware of until others point them out. Even if you don't feel like you have anything significant to contribute, you should still create a post.

So now that you know the colors mean things, maybe you could report why The Whisperer has so much green in it mixed with all that bloody red since I won't be watching it when it airs.

And report if that is Fluke's actual tattoo or not.

Help me watch this show from my dash!

Create a post, or eighty.

#The Whisperer #the whisperer the series #I need someone to report on the colors #because I ain't! #I'm too scared y'all! #I appreciate the appreciation #but make sure you are creating posts too!

[sustainabilitythoughts]

Reducing household waste

The average American generates almost five pounds of trash per day, which is about three times the global average.  Although some of it gets recycled, most of it ends up in landfills.  Not only are the materials wasted, but any organic (food, paper, yard waste, etc.) materials in the landfill create methane gas as they decompose.  The attached article discusses ways to reduce the waste you discard.  And, as the article points out, ”lowering the amount of waste you create doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing pursuit…Find changes that work for you and you'll be more likely to stick with them.”  Every little bit helps. 

#sustainability #environment #reducing waste

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Lucky Number 13 | Part 6

CW: blood, wounds, torture, dehumanization.

I swear I wanted to get this done sooner.

Tag list: @neverthelass @kim-poce @deathbread1

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As the sound of a familiar ringtone filled the room, Servant groaned and slapped their hand onto the bright screen of their phone, managing to turn it off.

They sighed and heaved up into a sitting position. "Time to stress over the party some more..."

The servant crawled out of bed and breezed through their morning routine. Grabbing some clean clothes, they headed for the showers, and within a few minutes, they stood under the cool water.

Servant made quick work of cleaning themself up and getting dressed afterward. A glance in the mirror confirmed that they were ready, so they went on their way to grab a quick snack.

The communal kitchen was empty as always this early in the morning. The servant eyed a basket of fruit and snatched two decently sized apples before leaning against the counter.

Servant munched on their food with satisfying crunches as their eyes absentmindedly moved across the room. They looked at each cupboard and shelf, noting that some could use a bit of dusting. Utensils, both metal and wooden, hung on a nearby wall, and off in the corner was an absurdly tiny trashcan that was broken in half-

"Huh?" - they did a double-take, finally noticing all the garbage and bits of plastic from the broken bin littering the ground. Servant swallowed the last bite of their apple and threw it into the normal-sized trashcan hidden under the sink.

They honestly didn't know why there were two trashcans here in the first place, but alas, they walked over to inspect the mess. Bits of smelly leftovers were staining the floor, and Servant wasn't sure how they hadn't noticed this sooner.

Some kind of orange liquid had also spilled, formed a pool around the trash, and dried up in the presumed hours it had been sitting there. But there was also something odd about it. As the servant looked closer, they noticed a vague pattern in there, one that looked suspiciously... like a dog's pawprints.

"Eughr?!" And as if to reward them for their outstanding detective skills, the universe provided Servant with the culprit. They quickly turned towards the noise, finding a startled puppy standing in the doorway.

Although, 'puppy' was a generous way to describe it. The thing easily reached the human's waist, but the servant also recognized it enough to know it wasn't fully grown.

It was one of Supervillain's hounds.

The two silently stared at each other for a few seconds, wide-eyed, and Servant caught sight of something sitting in the dog's mouth as well as the faint stains covering its dark gray coat.

The hounds were vigorously trained and only attacked on command. This one was also very young so...

"What is that? What do you have in your mouth?" The servant questioned with a furrow of their brows. And as if understanding them perfectly, the puppy bounced into action and began sprinting down the hallway.

"Oh, no, you don't!" - Servant ran after the dog, work be damned, they had bigger problems on their hands now.

The puppy was annoyingly fast, more so than the average mut, as it swerved corner after corner until making its way up the staircase that led to the ground floor of the lair.

The servant was relieved that the animal was cornered - stopped by the door at the top - but then the damned thing opened the door! It slipped through the crack it made and continued its escape just as Servant reached the door and threw it open.

They barely saw the dog's tail disappear around the corner before continuing the futile chase like a god damned idiot. Their footsteps thundered against the carpet as they tried to find the animal again.

A few guards were kind amused enough to point them in the right direction, and soon, the servant came to quite the scene. They had to lean against the wall and catch their breath as they observed.

A group of guards had enough brains to fill the hallway and block the young hound, though the puppy didn't seem too thrilled with their attempts at catching it.

The dog was baring its teeth, its growl deep and echoey as it stared down the humans. Its fur had started to move, almost as if floating deep underwater.

"N-Now, now... Good dog..." - one of the guards tried to placate the animal, holding out their hands while looking for an opening to lunge and grab it.

Servant, however, didn't have the patience or fucks for this. After having to run around and make a fool of themself, they were ready to just get this done. And now that they had caught their breath, they could do just that.

With a final deep inhale, the servant sprinted at the distracted dog full force. The hound's ears twitched, and it turned around to face them but was too late. Servant committed and jumped on top of it, throwing them both to the ground.

The dog yipped in surprise before starting a wrestling match with its captor, but the servant refused to let go. They rolled on the ground before Servant wrapped their arms around the dog's torso and under its armpits.

With a groan, they heaved themself back onto their feet and held the dog close to their chest. And at that point, the pup gave in and let them win.

"How... How did you even get out...?" - Servant tiredly asked the dog, knowing well that it wouldn't answer. So they turned to the group of guards instead. "Thanks for uh... for stopping it."

"Uh... Sure." - one guard replied, still nervously watching the animal. "Are you- S-Should just be holding it like that?"

The servant maneuvered one of their arms around the dog's back and held it up in a bridal carry. "Well, it hasn't torn my face off yet."

And with that, they turned on their heel and began walking down the hall. The group of guards hovered in spot uncertainly for a moment before dispersing and returning to their posts.

As Servant made the trek over to the hounds' training room, they looked down at the puppy in their arms and gave it the stink eye. "You just had to, didn't you?"

The dog barked without opening its mouth or dropping whatever it was still holding. Its tail started to wag, and the servant could only slump their shoulders and carry the trouble maker back where it belonged.

The door to 'freedom' blessed them with its appearance only a few minutes later. But by then, their arms were starting to hurt. Servant opened the door with their back and happily placed the dog on its feet.

However, they didn't let it go quite yet. "Alright... Give it."

They stuck out their hand, palm up, near the dog's mouth. The young hound whined in protest and tried to give them the ol' puppy eyes. But Servant was too done with its bullshit for one day.

The dog huffed at the failed attempt and eventually dropped the slimy, saliva-covered object into their hand. The servant cringed at the feeling but wrapped their fingers around it anyway so the dog couldn't grab it back.

The puppy seemed satisfied with their grossed-out expression and skipped away deeper into the room. Servant got back to their feet and studied the thing in their hand. It appeared to be the remains of a metal comb.

"...I had to chase that mut around just because it didn't want to be brushed...?" - the servant grumbled under their breath and with a sigh, went off to find the hounds' caretaker.

"No- Umbra! You know you need to get your teeth brushed!"

"Aurhf!"

It didn't take very long. Servant rounded a corner and was greeted with a person who didn't look much better than them. The man was covered in fur and light scratches. "Hey."

The other human was startled by their sudden presence and whirled around from his spot on the ground. "Wha- Oh, uh... Hello?"

The servant wordlessly held up the ruined brush for him to see, a tired and unimpressed expression taking over their features. The man looked at it in confusion. "Uhm... Where did you get that?"

"One of the pups escaped and was causing trouble down in the servants' living quarters." They explained, watching with the tiniest bit of satisfaction as his face paled.

"W-What?! That's not possible! I-I was watching all of them!" The man argued, getting to his feet and walking over to take the gross brush from them. It was then that he took in Servant's disheveled appearance. "But uh... Did you... uh..."

"Arhf!" The answer appeared before him just like it did for Servant. He looked down at the dirty puppy, its tail wagging, excited that it was able to make both their days more difficult.

The servant looked from the dog back to the man. "Yes, I did bring it back."

They left without another word, too exhausted to explain any further. On their way out, Servant's gaze trailed over a bunch of torn-apart dog toys and a piece of fabric with a snowflake on it.

They looked away and kept walking.

Servant wiped their slimy hand on their pants as they were ruined anyway, walked out the door, and headed back to their-

They heaved a sigh, a familiar pull in the back of their mind steering them off course. The walk to their room just had to be interrupted. But it didn't matter if Servant was annoyed or tired. It was Supervillain who had called for them, after all.

And Servant knew they couldn't ignore their Master.

The monster's study quickly came into view. The servant dusted off their damaged clothing to the best of their abilities, breathed in, and knocked.

The familiar "Come in." came soon after. Although... Servant had a feeling it sounded off today. Perhaps some kind of issue had arisen?

They opened the door to find out, ending their fruitless stalling. And what greeted Servant on the other side halted their mind to a stop. Supervillain looked at them with nonchalance but also appeared to freeze, surprised by the human's appearance.

A low growl shook Servant out of their daze, and they stepped inside, closing the door behind themself and choosing not to mention the third person in the room for the time being.

"Master..., you called." - they stated more than asked, subtly eyeing the man acting as Supervillain's footstool. He was on his hands and knees, his face angled down, preventing them from seeing who he was. The stranger's body shook in exertion, ready to collapse as sweat poured down his skin.

The servant assumed that only sheer terror kept the man from face-planting the floor. Their eyes returned to the supervillain, who was somehow simultaneously staring at every tear and bit of dirt decorating their form.

The human fidgeted under their stare, their eyes nervously gliding to the floor and missing the flash of black in Supervillain's sclera. "...Master...?"

"W̫͘h͐͢a̳̽t͎́ h̪̓a̙͒p̘͠pen̦̋è̻d̪͌?" - the monster demanded, making the air grow thick with their displeasure. The man beneath them let out the faintest of whines and shook harder.

Servant jumped to explain before things could get out of hand. "One of the hound pups had escaped unnoticed and was running around the lair. However, I have caught it and returned it to its place."

Supervillain was quiet for a moment, studying them some more. Once their Master was seemingly satisfied with their search, the air returned to normal, if not became lighter.

A few barks of laughter escaped the monster. "I see! Graphite gave you some good exercise!"

"Graphite..." - the servant thought with a slight frown. "Of course, Master would know which one causes the most trouble..."

With a clearing of their throat, Servant tried to get back on track. "Master, how may I be of service to you?"

The supervillain's expression lit up as if they had only just now remembered why they called the other here in the first place. They beckoned the servant over with a wave of their hand.

In a few steps, the human was at their side and got a better look at their Master's living footrest. The sight made them pause again; the man's shirt was off, and his back was injured by long red cuts.

Whip marks.

The man has clearly been lashed, and a lot. Blood dripped down his skin, the wounds never getting a chance to close due to Supervillain's boots laying atop them, irritating them relentlessly.

"Would you say this is a sufficient punishment?" - the supervillain asked, grabbing Servant's attention again. They looked a bit confused at first, unsure of what to say. Before they could come up with a response, their focus was torn away yet again by the man kneeling beside them.

He was tense, his head tilting to the side to gaze up at them from the corner of his wide eyes. And even with only a bit of his face visible, Servant instantly recognized him.

Captain Flint-

The servant quickly returned their attention to Supervillain, the monster only grinning at them and waiting. "I'm... not sure, Master."

"Hmm, yes. I'm not so certain either. I believe I may have gone a bit too easy on him..." - the supervillain hummed in thought, tapping their claws against the chair's armrest. "After all..."

They lifter one of their legs mid-speech before slamming it down on Flint's back, making the man stagger and choke on a cry of pain.

"F̥̕ig̮͗ȟ̙t̨͊ing̜͡ am͚̉o̞̎n̞̒gst̳̿ m͓͌y͕̑ se̍͟ŕ͇v͎́a̼̚n̼̏t̝̽s ï̢s̘͘ pr̞̈́o̗͡h̙̏í̬b̦͞i̯͡te̲̓d."

Supervillain's angry growl sent shudders down both human's spines, their sharp gaze trained on Flint and practically burning holes into his skull. The man looked like he wanted to say something, plead perhaps, but was clearly staying silent on purpose, his jaw tight with tension and terror.

Servant, meanwhile, albeit always weary in front of an angry Supervillain, felt a tickle inside their chest. Something light and heavy at the same time, energetic.

Power.

They could get Flint to suffer more.

It had them shaking for a myriad of reasons, both positive and negative. They idly rubbed at their wrist, the one Flint had bruised and were caught off guard to find it perfectly healed. "When did...?"

They shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter.

They had a decision to make. And although the servant would love to have this kind of power over the asshole that had injured them... they also had to keep a clear head. They couldn't allow this to get the better of them.

Feeling like they were of any influence was dangerous.

Servant let their gaze settle on their Master and took on a careful tone. "Well, after closer inspection..."

They let their words hang in the air for a moment if only to savor the tiny bit of fear they could incite in Flint's expression. "...I believe Captain Flint has learned his lesson, Master."

And to help appease the monster a bit, they quickly added, "You needn't waste any more of your time on him."

Supervillain didn't seem thrilled with their answer, but neither were they angry. They only seemed... faintly disappointed. Like they were expecting something else.

Whatever it may have been, the monster let out a quick "Hmpf." and lifted their legs off Flint's back. However, the man still seemed too terrified to move, not believing that he could just leave.

So, to emphasize their waning patience, the supervillain gave him a good shove with their boot, knocking the man over onto his side. He groaned in pain again and watched in terror as Supervillain leaned forward in their seat, baring their teeth.

"Out̳͞ o̩̍f m̝̄y̦̔ s̮̄igh͙̀t... N̞̚O͖̎W!"

The captain didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet and bolted out the door, even as his body screamed at his every movement. His rapid footsteps could be heard echoing in the hallway as he ran before silence overtook the room once more.

Servant watched the closed doors for a few seconds before turning to Supervillain. The monster stared at them and urged them closer with a hand gesture.

The servant leaned down. "Yes, Master-"

They were swiftly pulled into a kiss, one that ended quicker than they could comprehend what just happened. They stood stunned for a second, butterflies erupting in their stomach as the supervillain's voice brought them back to reality.

"You may leave now." - Supervillain said with a dismissive wave, idly studying their claws as the human nodded.

"O-Of course, Master." - the servant stuttered and quickly left before their brain could conjure something stupid.

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Eliza walked down the hall, stretching her arms above her head as a yawn pulled her mouth wide open, an action that she regretted soon after. Something weird touched her tongue and made her sputter, trying to remove the unexpected intrusion.

Eventually, she clawed the oddity off her tongue and held it up in one hand. "Is this... fur?"

The woman looked around confused and noticed the identical tuffs of dark grey scattered across the carpet and walls. She dropped the one in her hold and decided to follow the trail.

Along the way, a friendly face popped up. "Servant! Yo, why is there-"

Eliza paused, taking in the other's disheveled appearance. "Well, I was gonna ask why there was fur everywhere, but uh... You good?"

"One of the hound pups escaped earlier." The servant explained, absentmindedly touching their lips for a reason unknown to their friend.

"Oh. And it didn't, like, injure you?" Eliza questioned, scanning their body for wounds.

"Huh?"

"The hound."

"Oh, uh... No, no, I'm good..." Servant mumbled before shaking their head. "Just need to get changed."

"Right... And... who's going to clean all of this up?" The chef asked, vaguely pointing to their surroundings.

The servant also only now seemed to realize how big of a mess the dog had left behind and contemplated their answer for a moment. "...I could get Jerry to clean it up?"

"He's not gonna be happy." Eliza warned with a smile, well aware of how grumpy the man was in the morning.

"And neither will be Lord Supervillain if this mess goes uncleaned." Servant argued before thinking some more and gaining a bit of a smug smile. "Also, he technically has to listen to me. So..."

A few minutes and one talk later, Jerry was indeed not happy in the slightest. Servant patted him on the shoulder and offered that he could chase the dog around next time, to which he quickly shut up and left to get to work.

Eliza had also gone her own way, leaving Servant standing by themself in the middle of the hallway. And as they once again headed for their room, they had another realization.

Eliza was awake. Jerry and the other servants were awake...

How long had Servant been chasing that dog around?!

A sudden wave of stress had the servant moving faster. They wasted a lot of time. And they were supposed to be preparing the ballroom and dining hall today!

Servant sprinted to their room and nearly threw the door open upon arriving. They started taking off their torn-up shirt and almost forgot to close the door. They changed their clothing in record time, shoved the ruined outfit into the corner, and ran back out.

They were out of breath by the time they made it to the ballroom. The servant leaned in the doorway, heaving for air. They were startled by a person suddenly appearing in front of them.

"Don't worry! We already started without you!" The fellow servant reassured them immediately, easing their worry. "I saw you chasing around that hound and informed the others."

Servant almost crumpled to the floor in relief. "Oh, bless you, Steven. You're the best."

"Tell that to the boss. I'd love a raise." The man joked, standing aside and letting them enter.

"We don't even get paid!" The servant chuckled, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Exactly!" He stressed playfully, throwing his arms in the air.

The two of them shared a laugh. Comedy really was the only way to stay sane in this mad house.

"Alright, alright..." Servant cut the fun, standing up straighter. "We've got work to do."

The next few hours flew by quickly and stressfully. Everyone, and especially Servant, was picky over every minor detail. They made sure there was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere.

Ladders were set up and constantly moved to hang up decorations, with one person almost falling and breaking their spine in half. Servant walked from one spot to the next, giving instructions and approving how things looked.

In the dining hall, tables and chairs were put together in one long line, forming a massive table covered by expensive cloth. And, of course, Supervillain's throne-like chair was placed at its head, clearly standing out from the other seats but still fitting the theme.

Patterned crystal vases were set up across the center of the table and filled with a mix of water and flower nutrients powder to keep the gorgeous bouquets alive.

A wine glass was placed at every seat, with Servant checking each one to ensure none were missed or damaged. Beside the glasses, cutlery was laid out inside fancily folded napkins.

And with a final look over everything, the servant nodded their head in satisfaction. After a couple final minutes of cleanup and putting away leftover decorations and tools, all the servants were finally allowed to retire for the day.

Servant was the last one to leave, double-checking everything just one extra time before turning off the lights and leaving. The doors shut behind them with a soft click. And the servant sighed in relief, their shoulders slumping as they slowly walked to their room.

But of course, just like earlier, their Master decided to call for their attention again...

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[dooksofearl]

SQUEAK SPEAK

Monthly newsletter for Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

Happy April and Greetings to Everyone!

Much excitement at our little rescue this month and I can't wait to tell you.

Thanks to my income tax check coming in our fundraising goal for between now and May 1st is only $768.00

That will cover

The rescues regular bills like; utilities ($280 on average since our HVAC is still out, but we are hoping someone is coming to fix it soon), and pet foods ($488). I have managed to raise enough to cover the other bills and supplies from my income tax check. And of course, none of this is for me personally nor do I get paid for the work I do. It's not about me, it's about these animals and making their lives amazing for however long they have left.

Other needs that the rescue has not included in this list are:

As always, Pine pellets from Tractor Supply Company, we go through about 30 bags a month.

The blue dishes we got last time will be added back to our list because they are working so well for our sweet seniors and tiny ferrets in helping them eat in a more natural position.

We still have a short wishlist with links to these items on Amazon. The pine pellets I just listed tractor supply gift cards because they don't sell the pellets through Amazon for delivery.

https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/dl/invite/63ZMinE?ref_=wl_share

I also want to remind everyone that you can pick us as your Walmart.com round up charity and that you can send gifts from our Walmart registry and Chewy Registry if you'd like.

https://www.walmart.com/nonprofits/7a69297c-7cb2-4cb9-a70f-3eaedd738ef4/profile

https://www.chewy.com/g/dooks-of-earl-ferret-sanctuary-inc_b103217538

We still need fence panels for an outdoor dog kennel yard if anyone has any locally they'd like to drop off. And if you are throwing out any 13 gallon kitchen trash cans or plastic bins of any size we would be thrilled to have them.

We currently have 11 ferrets in amazing foster homes so our population here is becoming very manageable for me AND we have 4 new volunteers!!!!! We are so happy to welcome Michael, his wife, and his mom to our team. They will be coming soon to help me get things back to tip top shape and I greatly appreciate it.

And an amazing girl named Michal who came yesterday and spent the day helping me. The ferrets were crazy about her and you know Keiko was too. The bunnies warmed right up to her but they are very friendly girls. Mr Maru gave her the tour till his house was finished then he had to go see what I had done and grab snacks. Cal the sugar glider, slept through it all. But what delighted me most was Mr. Spooky. Our shy, bite first ask questions later guy, went right to her and cuddled her. WOW He is still having a hard time with Justin not being here. Ferrets grieve just like us and he was really close to his dad the Ferret King. He gave me kisses and now this. It makes me so excited and emotional for him.

There was a minor set back for me medically as I have a new allergy, possibly to Stevia. Of course I try to do something good for my health and now I look like I have rolled in bees. If you don't know, this is not a surprise. Lol But I got some medicine for the hives and hopefully will be feeling much better very soon. Until then if you see me dancing against the doorway like a bear, just walk away. 😂

I'm through infusion 3 of 8. YAY! And I have a surgery consultation coming up finally so I am hopeful that it goes well and we can get a date for surgery. 🤞

I have a potential part time job as a virtual assistant and I am truly excited about that. And we are looking at setting up the trailer for a rental so that I can generate a little income and start paying off old debt and getting back on my feet again.

The three month anniversary of losing Justin was really hard on me but I want to thank everyone for their abounding kindness and support. Some days you and these rescue babies are all that gets me through to the next day. I am so grateful to have you in my life.

I also want to mention if you don't get a thank you note and receipt for your donation or some sort of confirmation, please check with me to make sure we received it. I always send a thank you note if it lets me and if you use cashapp I send a heart.

You are awesome and amazing and greatly appreciated. I could not do what I do if you weren't here supporting us and cheering me on. I hope the blessing that you are comes back to you ten fold. Have an amazing month!

Shelly Breeden-Conner

Executive director

Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

731-326-0690

Tax ID 88-0945277

Donations can be made in app at:

https://www.jotform.com/app/213234930973154

Zelle and PayPal

[email protected]

Venmo @DooksofEarl

Cashapp $dooksofearl

Checks or money orders can be mailed to:

Dooks of Earl Ferret Sanctuary Inc

4826 US HIGHWAY 70 E

BROWNSVILLE, TN 38012-8412

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