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fictionkinfessions · 3 months
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I’m so sad omg, I took a nap because I had a headache (which didn’t help sadly) but besides the point, I had a kin memory dream. I was Fire’Star in the dream, literally I looked exactly how I remembered, with the green collar and everything. I remember I was hunting for a mouse and I remember it was dark out but the only light source was the moon. It was so pretty. I miss it.
And does anyone have dreams where a song plays in the background sometimes? In this case a song was and it was Running with the Wolves from Aurora, everything about the dream was so pretty.
-Fire’Star (Warrior Cats)
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copics-and-renegades · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 13: Hunting
Pitter-patter go a rat's feet on the tarmac - or is that your heartbeat sputtering out?
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This one is just mean. :D
I love how Cruxis refers to the Renegades as rats. Annoying little rodent pests, gnawing holes into all your plans. Squeak squeak, motherfucker.
I like to imagine Botta has a lot of Wanted posters out there and I also like to imagine he makes a face in them like I drew him for the Barbie meme. :'D
Not so cocky now, is he.
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themxtleycrew · 5 months
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Why would they be so on guard about theres if it didnt happen though?
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"It was before my time. WAY before my time. Probably even predated my parents and their parents. Hunters used to hunt and trade Kitsune and Wolfskin pelts. The practice was abolished, of course, but it's not exactly something you forgive and forget."
"I'm pretty sure Kaden is still convinced we're after his fur."
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hollowruin · 9 months
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⊰ @inqisita , plotted ⊱  there is nothing that compares to the thrill of a hunt. as arrow lets loose, there is tension as one waits to either hit their mark or miss completely. it was rare that alysanne's arrows did the latter. when the arrow lodges itself into the doe's neck, a smile of victory rests on her expression. the young noble strides inside of winterfell with her game resting on the back of her horse. the doe was pretty large for what it was. it was going to make a hearty meal, she claimed as a servant came to collect her horse.
riding gloves are taken off and discarded, then brown mane is let loose. her curls draped along her back. lady alysanne attempts to see if her husband is nearby. mother had wished being married would help her to chase more womanly pursuits, but alysanne's 'odd' behavior is what caught the interest of lord stark anyway. if lord stark had tried to confine her to winterfell's walls and an embroidery hoop, it would have not ended well for him. cregan is not seen as he was probably looking over battle plans or other things that needed his immediate attention. it was no bother as being a lord called for certain duties.
alysanne instead spots their latest visitor, lady vela. she approaches the woman with a friendly gaze. there was a certain air around the lady that seemed mystical , as if she were a thing of fairytales. the mystery surrounding her life and her goals brought about intrigue. ❝ did you sleep well, my lady? has the cold sunk into your bones just yet? it takes southerners a while to adjust. the chill in the air can feel like a sharp sting. ❞ it was the south that aly found unbearable. the stickiness of sweat along skin and clothes, she would rather have to wear a fur-lined cloak. ❝ i know my husband offered his aid in your quest, but i would like to offer mine as well. ❞ it sounded as if there were an adventure to be had and she would not miss the opportunity. ❝ will your quest bring you beyond the wall? my father used to fill my head with nightmares about what lay beyond it. i think he was attempting to help me realize just how dangerous those lands could be, but i found it intriguing. ❞
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wolfpackmuses-a · 1 year
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Ask from: @thefcxandthehcund || Random Ask!
“Copper… it’s great ‘ta see ya again! How’ve ya been?”
Tod looked around from behind the fence, clearly nervous about being caught. He didn’t want to be shot, to state the obvious.
“I’ve, uh… got a daughter now, Meadow. Y’know the vixen you saw me with? That’s her mom.”
Tod then sat down, resting his chin on a fencepost. “I guess you… might not want me ‘ta be here, Copper, but… I still wanted to see ya.”
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Copper looked up from his nap as he saw Tod approaching the fence, as the hunting dog got to his feet and walked over giving Tod a smile. He chuckled as he sat across from him, tugging at the rope around his collar to allow him to be a bit closer and he shrugged,
❝I have no issue with seeing ya', Tod,❞ he replied, ❝I know Chief probably wouldn't be too happy, but he's been cooped up inside with a bad cold, so he hasn't been out here lately. I wasn't aware you had a daughter now,❞ he chuckled, ❝Always happy to hear there might be more people like you running around. Need more of that energy in the world.❞
He paused, looking at his old friend, and sighed,
❝How have you been? I know its been a while since we've seen each other. Last time was. . . I think down by the train bridge. Not exactly a very recent encounter at all, but I couldn't have let Chief found out you were down there,❞ he said softly, ❝He still isn't exactly over all the shenanigans we did when we were younger.❞
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robo-milky · 2 months
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Ambiguous Late Valentines Day art for you all <3
Loosely inspired by the heart dissection I did a couple days ago
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shatteredfears-arch · 2 years
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hi, yes, hunt w cassie, i promise it will only be slightly traumatic
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fictionkinfessions · 4 months
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I hope this is okay to send here. I realized I was fictionkin after I realized I was otherkin and the experience of suddenly having fully fleshed out memories of a kintype was absolutely wild to me. Like, my memories of being a bird are mainly just flying and hunting and a general instinctive feeling of being a bird. But my memories of being an entire human person?? I had so many unique thoughts and interests and experiences!! There are a few important conversations that I can remember almost word for word!! It's a bit of an adjustment to be honest, but it's sooo cool!!!!
📦
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bunnygirllover45 · 2 months
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After the hunt.
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eeriedragone · 7 months
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THE HUNT and THE FLESH (1/?)
(1) (2) (3) (4)
More ideas for my DE x TMA crossover thingy: instead of Skills, Jon has the Fears (and there is a reason for this). I was wondering if instead of being called their more well-known names, they'd be something less obvious, bc Jon has no clue as to what these voices are yet. Maybe the Hunt could be called "Chase"/"Pursuer"/"Wolf"/"Hound"....
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mayasaura · 10 months
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The way The Locked Tomb uses cannibalism is so interesting, because while it does serve as a metaphor for intimacy, the series only uses it that way when it's cannibalism of the soul. Cannibalism of the flesh is either extremely limited, or straight up horrific.
Like step six of the Eightfold Word. It's literally presented as "consume the flesh," but Ianthe goes out of her way to specify that a single drop of blood is sufficient. The most unhinged act of intimacy in the series, and it's explictly the soul and only the soul being digested.
Human flesh is only consumed in any volume twice: John's post-apocalyptic survival cannibalism, and Harrow's delicious murder soup. Both those scenes are exactly the opposite of intimate, and about as far from erotic as you can get.
John and Alecto gorging themselves on anonymous strangers was debasing to everyone involved, and not something John ever wanted to be reminded of. Harrow's soup was a desperate attempt at self-defense, like an animal in a trap gnawing through her own leg. It horrified and disgusted everyone at the table, even Ianthe, the number one suspect at making it weird.
I love the overall effect of the layered symbolism, because it allows cannibalism to be explored both ways. Seperately, without one connotation implicating the other. Except for Babs, of course, who gets to be both.
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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 3
Three are now dead, but the killer seems to be caught ... but this night is not over until the room is found.
Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Silver, Cater Diamond
Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery
Content Warning; Death, murder, blood, anxiety, kidnapping, overall dead dove content warnings
Word Count; 1.1 K
Find this content triggering but still want to participate? Link to the Google Form to vote!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)
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The body count had risen to three; Dire Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect (whose blood still stained the floor, the iron scent permeating the air), and now, Divus Crewel as well, the latest victim. One minute the professor was alive, shaking from anger that one of his students was killed on his watch and that he was the prime suspect of the killings. But now he was sprawled out on the ground, killed in an instant.
The remaining students — Vil, Rook, Azul, Jade, Silver, and Cater — were silent, processing what exactly had just happened. The lights had flickered only for a minute, and in that minute, the killer had struck. But the silence was broken by a deafening clap of thunder, lightning illuminating the windows, and bringing everyone back to the present, to their laughably horrible situation that they had found themselves in by sheer chance and bad luck and timing.
Silver sat down on the staircase, and put his head in between his legs, taking deep breaths. Despite his training, he did not consider that he would be witnessing death so soon. The small part of his brain that had a sliver of hope that his friend had survived their gruesome injury, but he was just lying to himself; no one could survive that.
Vil was pacing, hands clasped behind his back, and he was muttering to himself. He thought he could read people, what with being raised amongst the stars that hid behind too-sweet smiles that belied venomous words. What was there to gain from any of this?
Rook was cracking his knuckles, and then rubbing his eyes, trying to think of why this was happening. While he could appreciate the hunt, this was something entirely different. Yet, it also reminded him of several books; one being a murder mystery, and the other about the deadliest game, of hunting a fellow person.
Azul was shaking and biting his nails, his resolve long gone. Had he made himself the enemy of one of his peers? Was he going to be next? He was supposed to just be perfecting a potion recipe for the next test, yet he found himself way above his head.
Jade looked at Azul, taking in that his house warden and friend was shaking more than the leaves outside in the howling wind. He too was disturbed by the night's events, sick to his stomach even, but he couldn’t show weakness, especially if he wanted to see it through.
And Cater? He was paler than a ghost, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. His cheery smile had left long ago, and now panic was fully starting to take control. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? WHY?! Yet he stayed silent.
No one spoke, but they eyed each other with caution. Every time that they had went to the mirror and they voted through it, someone died. Was it the mirror? No… no, that didn’t make sense… None of this made any sense though. 
“No more votin-” Silver whispered.
Cater cracked his head around, green eyes judging every move the underclassman made. “And why’s that, Silver?” His voice was shaky, but Cater wasn’t trusting him or anyone for that matter. “Afraid that-”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Vil barked, commanding everyone’s attention, eyes all on him. But he was used to eyes being on him, and he stayed cool, despite how this may damn him into being guilty in their eyes. He didn’t care at the moment though, all he cared about was no one else dying. “Look at what being suspicious of each other has brought us,” his eyes wandered to the dark clotted blood that had now gone cold. He swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat, keeping the calm mask up. “I agree with Silver though; voting through the mirror only ends up with someone… dead.”
“Then how do we proceed, Roi du Poison?” Rook asked, falling to his house warden’s side. His eyes looked over everyone, picking up their behaviours, emotions, and any tells.
Azul’s head snapped up. “The potion-” he started muttering to himself, before clearing his throat and gaining his composure again. “A truth potion, but one that shows the truth about the situation, we can use that to find the killer.”
Cater looked at Silver, and offered him his hand; a peace offering. Silver took it, and brought himself up on wobbly knees. A truce.
Jade placed his hand on Azul’s shoulder, offering him a bit of comfort that not everyone was out to get him. “Was that what you were working on?”
Azul nodded, and he started making his way towards the alchemy lab, where hopefully they could put an end to the killer’s little charade once and for all.
Vil helped Azul make the potion, and both students kept a keen eye on the other, but they made it without incident. And to show the others that they hadn’t tampered with it at all, they took it first, with the others shortly following suit.
“What about the room?” Silver asked.
“We can figure that out once we find the killer,” Jade countered.
Everyone looked at each other, taking in any minute details, but everyone was calm; the potion apparently did wonders to calm the nerves… but that in itself was a dangerous effect, since now everyone’s guards were down, making them easy targets.
Vil took in a breath and released it. “Who killed Dire Crowley? Why did you then kill the Prefect, and then Professor Crewel?” 
But no one spoke up.
“It isn’t me,” Vil said confidently, hoping that his speaking up prompted the others to follow suit.
Cater was to his left, and he spoke next. “I didn’t do it.”
Then Silver, “Or me… I couldn’t do something like this…”
“I did not do it either,” Jade offered.
Azul’s eyes went wide, and he eyed the next person in line. “The killer isn’t me.”
All eyes fell on the last person left in their little circle; Rook. With all of them but him left, that only left him.
He let out a throaty, quiet, chuckle. “I suppose this game has run its course,” he tipped his hat to them, green eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. “As for why? Hmmm,” he hummed, and the hairs on everyone’s necks stood on end. There was something off about Rook, this wasn’t Rook. 
“You’ll find that out when you guess the room.”
What?
Everyone took a step closer to each other, away from Rook, and they whispered amongst each other, voting on what room Crowley’s murder took place in.
“Alchemy lab,” Cater spoke for the group, trying to keep his resolve as Rook seemed to stare into the very contents of his soul, like he was searching for something.
Rook stepped forward, still smiling. “Ah, désolé Monsieur Magicam,” the whites of his eyes started turning black, “but you would be wrong.” The lights flickered again, and in the seconds of darkness, Rook was gone, and so was Cater.
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GOOGLE FORM (voting will end Wednesday, October 18th at 9pm EST)
SUSPECTS:
- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) MURDERER - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach) MISSING
ROOMS:
- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)
WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)
To be continued
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I got the majority of this information from the YouTuber Annamarie Forcino's video "The Alarming "Gnome Hunting" Trend No One's Talking About". (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pf0bZOMuVFs)
This post is to help spread this information.
Please be aware:
• If you come across anything with the term "gnome hunting" or anything listed below online, block and report the account immediately. If you come across it offline, covertly and safely get the absolute fuck out of there. Warn others.
• Keep yourself safe. As with any bullshit like this these people may be violent. The wearing of tactical gear and the use of the word hunting when talking about a group of human beings is not peaceful or respectful of life. Exercise caution. Especially if you are in a group the groups they're in target.
• This is mostly on TikTok, DO NOT SEARCH FOR IT ON SITES WITH THE ALGORITHM. This will drive engagement and help it spread. If you come across it block and report it but do not search it.
The term "gnome hunting" is being used by antisemitists/neonazis/white supremacists to refer to themselves, they themselves being the "hunters" and those they target, Jews, being the "gnomes" and is a way for them to talk in code.
Things to watch out for with this specific wave of antisemitic bullshit are but are not limited to:
"join the hunt" = join us.
"millions wear the hats" millions = the Jews, hats = the Jewish Yarmulke/Kippah (a Jewish head covering). This phrase refers to Jewish people in general. When they use this phrase they are talking about Jews.
"kike" a slur against those of Jewish descent and or those who are practicing Judaism.
"88" H is the 8th letter of the alphabet. 88 = hh = "hail hitler".
"⚡⚡" "ᛋᛋ" "ϟϟ" Two lightning bolt emojis, two Greek letter ᛋ's, or two lighting bolt symbols side by side = the nazi ss. The nazi ss flag is two lighting bolt symbols side by side.
"Z" or "z" The English letter Z/z is used by russian nazis against Ukrainians who are being murdered by and suffering war crimes at the hands of russian nazis since the current russian dictator putin invaded Ukraine. Has unfortunately spread and is being used by nazis in other countries. The symbol has similarities to the wolfsangel.
"Ƶ" The wolfsangel. An ancient runic symbol believed to have been capable of warding off wolves, appropriated by nazi organizations in nazi Germany. Still used by white supremacists/nazis today.
(Cannot find a symbol for this.) The sunwheel, sonnenrad, or black sun. A symbol from old Norse and old Celtic culture. Also appropriated by nazis, still used by neonazis today.
"schizopost" "schizoposting" Used by neonazis when they use neurodivergence/mental illness (they do not struggle with) as an excuse for their bullshit. Ex: saying "I'm insane" "I'm schizophrenic" "me and the boys being schizophrenic" in the same post about "gnome hunting" or with any relation to nazi/white supremacists ideology.
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robo-milky · 1 month
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More self-indulgent Yandere Rook(loche) for myself because the week’s been rough ;;
Ik this is already OOC of Rook but tbf, Yandere! Rook is already OOC in the first place- I swear he’s just shirtless because it’s logical to take off bloodied clothes but hey (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`) and I was really lazy when speedrunning this for my widgets/ipad theme- and also just the vibe…
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