#lighted is such a weird word

[cmdesigns]

Lighted Mini Tree - [DOWNLOAD] Day 11

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Note: This will be free Dec. 31st

#lighted is such a weird word #just feels like you're saying it wrong #the sims 4 #s4 cc #sims 4 custom content #ts4 cc #ts4 custom content #s4 custom content #the sims 4 cc #the sims 4 custom content #ts4cc #sims 4 cc #sims cc #the sims cc #christmas

[rochenn]

Idk does it say something abt the dialogue writing in the Prequels that I can't imagine any of the characters who speak British English saying shit like "jolly good" or "steady on, mate" with a straight face? Like it feels like they should bc it's only natural. It's a classic. But that shit's not even in their vocabulary bc all their lines were written by George Lucas lmao

#i just wrote a line in gone with the light where obi-wan derisively calls dooku a “delightful chap“ #and smth in my brain goes “he would not fucking say that this man doesn't even know the word chap“ #like that's laying it on too thick shdjsjfhshfh IT'S SO WEIRD WHY DOES IT FEEL OFF #HE SHOULD TALK LIKE THAT BUT HE DOESN'T???

[luck-of-the-drawings]

HOW DO YA LIKE THAT DARK DOG??

BEEN REAL ENAMORED BY THE 'SORRY' BOYS AND THEIR ODD ESCAPADES LATELY. I THINK THEY COULD DO A LOT OF GOOD THINGS WITH THREE GALLONS OF 'FAKE' BLOOD.

#sorry boys #sorry fanart #cw gore #cw body horror #DEAR GGODODDD I HOPE I TAGGED SORRY THE RIGHT WAY #PLEASE SORRY FANS IM HHEERE IM HERE AND IM CRAAZYYY GODDD PLEASE FIND MEEE FIND MEEEEEEEEE #GONNA BE HONEST IVE BEEN FLOPPIN BACK N FORTH ON THIS REAAAALL HARD LIKE. IM NOT SURE IF I LIKE IT #BUT EVERYONE WHO SEES IT SAYS ITS COOL! SO IMM GONNA TRUST IN THE WORD OF MY FRIENDS!!!!! THANK YOU FRIENDS!!!! #i tried to fit in as many things in the video as i could into his vile chest cavity. im rly proud of how jumbled n messy n fun it looks! #SOME THINGS TO NOTE! i painted over the bg of a specific shot from the video. painted over a portion of that LIGHT FIXTURE #BUT I Had to improvise the rest and im PRROUD LOOK AT THAT!!! WITH A MOUSE TOO BTW #DREW THIS WHOLE THING WITH A MOUSE. took some time but i think im gettin the hang of it #ANOTHER DETAIL: ranboos lil wires behind his mask. teeehehhehee i rly liked gen loss #i like this weird combo i do of cartoony and photo realistic. not sure where my balance is yet with that but im havin fun!! #ughghgh what else can i say abt this piece... other than it kicked my aASSSSSSS!!! #adding highlights in blood is always SSUCH A FIGHT for me guhhh it takes so much wrestling to make it look right.... #ggbbhhbbgbh thats all thats in my brain for now. enjoy my art and enjoy my notes about my own art. enjoy ur day aswell if u can

[sad-romantic-academia]

I can never understand why humans went from happy little creatures in forests to complex societies with mental issues

#romanticacademia #book blog #chaotic academia #words words words #english literature #classic lit #darkacademia #books #desiblr #humans are weird #light academia #what is my life #academiaaesthetic

[mydaylight]

If you listened, and in the overflow of pain, the giving in to wanton drunkness, the tears, oh would deny all to me if you saw them and still you say you have loved me

Maria Polydouri - Who knows...

#hdm #marisa coulter #ruth wilson #lord asriel #james mcavoy #*mine #this gifset turned out to be a bit of a failure compared to my original intention #I wanted to reference the ending of northern lights with the last gif #the way asriel struggles to respond to marisa's sensitivity #abandoning a crying marisa on the mountain without a word #being callous when she's so agitated in the intention craft chapter #being unresponsive in the midnight scene when marisa is at her most vulnerable #(obviously this works only with book characterization) #book asriel is much more cruel than show asriel #I had to translate this myself so I apologize if it sounds weird

[dexter-erotoph]

i havent mentioned how unreasonably happy i am about this….. id say im like one of eyes’ biggest fans i love them so much

#i love how much of Kind of a dork they are in sm2 #and i am kinda scared we won’t ever see them in that kinda light again considering that they’re like a big thing that from now on only shows #up in serious dramatic moments AND the increasing tone shift of the show #but like. any eyes screentime is good in my book they are so fucking cool #i cant explain in words how much i love it Especially in horror(-ish) media #when there’s just something that’s absolutely fucking huge AND THE FACT THAT EYES IS LIKE #THEYRE HUGE BUT THEY ARENT LOUD OR FAST OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. ITS SCARY IN THE SAME WAY AS LIKE #BEING UNDERWATER AND SOMETHINF DEADLY OR LIKE POISONOUS FLOATING TOWARDS REALLY SLOWLY #AND THATS SO FXJXK IN G COOL TO MEEEEEE #MY FAVOURITE THING EVER #FOR LIKE. CONCEPTS FOR MONSTERS #and i just loveeeeee all their like hundreds of tentacle things and the big shiny eyes and the fact that they look like a little broccoli #AND THEIR TOOTHY SMILE IS SOOO CUTE 2 ME I LOVE EYESS #they’re like a weird fucked up dog to me. it’s a shame that their husband died #(moloch

[invinciblerodent]

... so does anyone have any clue on how undeath is supposed to affect elven souls?

Because I have been building my own elf character, and thinking about this a lot, and it's a thought that just will not leave me (hard not to think about this with an Astarion romance), so it's time for another one of my navel-gazey thinkpieces i guess lol.

Like, my main source is Mordekainen's Tome of Foes, and that book states clearly that elven souls are immortal. Their numbers are more or less fixed, or rather "capped" (that's why they haven't "outbred" every other race even with their long lifespans), and each elf currently living is the reincarnation of an elven soul that's already been to Arvandor (their afterlife) at some point, and then returned in a new body. That's why they have such few children: because a birth is as much a joy as it is a sorrow. It's both the arrival of a new life, and the death of another- either decades, centuries, millenia past, or as soon as barely a few months ago.

As a quick and dirty run-down for those who don't really want to wade into the lore (I don't blame you, it's murky in there), early in their lives and when they are nearing death are the times when elves are most intimately connected to their previous lives, and in their sleep-trance (their "Reverie"), these individuals can call upon memories of those past lives. The young elves relive exclusively the experiences and adventures of their immortal soul until their second or third decade- then, slowly, those memories become interspersed with those from their current life (the First Reflection, the first time that happens, marks the start of their "adolescence" of the mind essentially- they are physically fully mature by then), until roughly the end of their first century, which is when their access to these primal memories is cut off. From that point forward, the elf loses access to their previous lives. This is called the Drawing of the Veil, and from that point forward, the elf may only relive events from their current life in their trance, right until they start nearing the end of their natural lifespans some 600 years later.

This is all fairly clear in the case of a living elf.

But what happens if that immortal elven soul, that's so intimately interconnected with the afterlife and the very passage of time, finds itself suddenly housed in an undead, unaging, immortal body? How does that change things?

It's got to change things, no?

Like this is such a specific thing, I don't believe specifically elven intelligent undead (that is also a protagonist about whose soul we are supposed to care) has been written about super extensively in the sourcebooks, but my guess personally is that the moment of undeath, it... severs the bond of the soul to Arvandor. This is not unrealistic, as that bond can break for many reasons: Drow for one are never invited back and die true deaths with no way to be reincarnated, and so do elves who have turned to gods outside of the Seldarine. (.... that also means that, with the drow's propensity for casual murder, the number of elven souls available for rebirth is in a constant and steep decline, but that's a whole other thing.) (I've no clue what this means for the Seldarine drow. I wanna say that they can gain admission back, but that's just me being an optimist, I've no recollection of a source literally confirming or denying that.)

This loss of the primal memories, it's said to be a traumatic experience in itself, even if it comes naturally, as just part of the elven life cycle, and it coming on the heels of such a profound upheaval of one's life (such as being turned into a vampire), it may just be the least of the person's worries... but it would explain some things in a way that goes beyond the traumatic experiences of Astarion's current life.

If that moment of being cut off were to happen before the elf would naturally lose their ability to access primal memories, I assume that they would... be forced to more or less "grow up" (at the lack of a better term) in an instant. And to be denied roughly half the time you would have otherwise had for regaining experiences and memories from your past lives, it's got to leave one a bit... emotionally stunted, when compared to a living elf of a similar age, who had time to go through their natural life cycle as one should.

(Which, it's not a huge reveal that I believe our guy to be emotionally immature, and a bit stunted in his emotional growth. That's, like, clear, and I don't mean to say anything to the effect of "ooooh, he was so youuuung, still an uwu baaaaby---" no, we're unequivocally talking about a fully grown, adult man lol, but specifically in the case of how this all relates to this weird trait of elves, it's still interesting to think about this odd dissonance that... may very well exist between a living- and an undead elf.)

Hell, my personal little theory is that elven intelligent undead (like vampires, who do retain a soul within their bodies) specifically, while they do go into a trance and have dreams/nightmares/memories of their current lives, may just even lose the ability to recall events from their pre-undeath life (beyond conventional memory, meaning that they can't strengthen those memories and are bound to eventually forget them) as well, as evidenced by Astarion not remembering his own face, or what color his eyes were once. (You can't tell me that while he was alive, he didn't spend a shitton of time looking at his own face. If he could relive pre-undeath memories, he'd know these things, or would be able to recall them if he wished.)

There would be something... strangely tragic, in this kind of isolation, for an elf. By becoming a vampire, you'd become undead first, and an elf.... somewhere way, way, way down the line.

As a fairly young undead elf, you're somehow simultaneously ancient, adolescent, and middle-aged, and also pretty much confined to a singular existence of nothing but pain and abuse, with memories of a distant childhood slowly fading just out of reach, knowing that... this, this is just your soul's lot now. That a significant part of your fey heritage, your very ancestry as well as part of your immutable essence, has been torn from you in just one moment, in exchange for preserving this current life, as a simulacrum of itself. And now there is no next life, because this one is one without a natural end, and Sehanine Moonbow will now never invite your immortal soul back to Arvandor to be reborn, because it's been cut off from you, and your very body is holding you hostage. Six, sixteen, or sixty centuries can come to pass, and still nothing is going to change... unless you die, in which case you're just dead, like any non-elven creature.

Anyway, there's no real point to this, or a conclusion to be drawn, beyond just... fuck, man, they couldn't have made this fucker more of a tragic figure if they tried.

(...... Fun fact, Silvanus is not part of the Seldarine. So unless he maybe turns to worship Rillifane Rallathil instead, Halsin's soul would not be reincarnated either. But he seems to have made that decision himself and he seems content, so I'm guessing he's just cool with it.)

(I'm not fucking touching half-elves now, you can't make me, that's such a fucking can of worms oh my god)

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #to think that i was just searching for elvish pet names when i fell down this rabbithole huh #squirrel plays bg3 #(yeeesh i did find one I like) #(c'mon now; it's their shared native language; he just hasn't used it in a long time- of course she's gonna make use of that) #(especially since she herself only ever had the chance to speak it with her father too) #(let me tell you; the dictionaries I've found are LIGHT on words of affection) #(it's almost as if DnD is not a dating sim?????? weird) #(edited only to fix a word repetition btw)

[just-bendy]

INK BENDY IN A........

SUIT?

SUIT?

SUIT?

SUIT?

(( yes

YES YES YES YES YES YESYES EYSYE SYESYS ))

#bendy #batim #batim bendy #ink demon #ask #anon #noncanon au #(( man if i knew you guys were out here drawing ink bendy in suits #i woulda came sooner... in both senses of the word #MMM WOW I UNDERSTAND NOW.... I SEE THE LIGHT )) #(( wow if i had a nickel for every time i drew a skinny guy with obscured eyes in a suit id have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice ))

[zaacoy]

Hi!!! A few rendered practices of my Minecraft sona for a server i'm playing on currently because I've been thinking about them a lot over the past few weeks + a few tidbits about them heeheehoo

#They are skrimblo incarnate #I have come to terms with the fact that I can't fit blue or green into characters with pink/red/orange dominated color palettes without it- #looking weird :/ tired of trying can't make it work I will have to settle for only using like 2/3s of the rainbow instead very sad #The yellow-orange-red-pink-purple shading/lighting is pretty tho I'm fairly satisfied #Gonna tinker with it a bit more but I've definitely made progress!! yippeeeee!! :333 #I very rarely use pink to represent myself #but then the Minecraft update hit and the cherry blossom biome exploded my brain so here we are #My silly little skrunklo I like them very much #They're like a sona-oc to me does that make sense they represent me in game and act like me but not 100% #Idk words hard I gib up byebye tumblrrr :3 :wave: #minecraft sona #sona #zaacoy art💫

[lethalhoopla]

I am once again losing my mind.

This time: I went to look up references of Varric, and just typed "Varric Tethras" into the search bar. I was going to just tab over immediately to the images section, eyes barely glancing over the obvious top-result fandom wiki, then (more entertainingly, but still expected) Wikipedia link-

but. but the next one.

GOODREADS??

.... There's absolutely no tongue-in-cheek in the entry either.

(of course I immediately clicked on it who do you think I am)

There are 3 quotes from him relating to storytelling, both from 2 and Inquisition, as well as a book attribution:

The Dragon Age Novel Edition of Hard in Hightown.

ATTRIBUTED TO VARRIC TETHRAS.

with Mary Kirby*~

Absolutely unblinkingly written summary/bio.

I love this with my whole heart. Varric you beautiful bastard -- and DA writers/editors (Mary Kirby very much most importantly included) you even more beautiful, dorky, wonderful bastards.

---

*if you're not in the know, Mary Kirby is a cornerstone of the DA writing team, including being the one who was in charge of Varric (and Merrill!). To say she's his "trusted human confidante" is certainly putting it one (delightful) way.

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #varric tethras #i love things like this idk its just so delightful to see the love for a character so clearly echoed from the writers to fans and back agai #like it makes sense HiH is on goodreads - its literally a published book! (you can read most of it in dai codex in fact) #very fun and cheeky novella - not originally planned to be written #but mary kirby did it during DAI's development during times the team would work on 'related projects' that #would flesh out/expand on the world but probably/likely wouldn't see the light of day (which is really cool and immersive) #she apparently banged out most of HiH in a WEEK as codex entries (which are only 500 words long MAX so she had a hard cap!) #woke up in a fugue state with it finished kinda vibes apparently XD #anyways a couple years after DAI she was contacted and asked if she wanted to make it into a publishable novella that'd be illustrated #she agreed and here we are lmao #but! it's By Varric *with Mary Kirby* #and idk #my lil storytelling loving heart just is so delighted about all aspects #and its lead to Varric having a true-blue goodreads profile #so much good shit in the world man #including weird lil website entries on behalf of fictional authors that have 'real' published novels thanks to Dedicated Writers #fucking impeccable shit man

[bizarrelittlemew]

Love everything about your gif-making skills! May I politely request a captioned gif of Wee John asking "what the hell is going on in towels?" Thank you!!

thank you so much anon <3 it means a lot to hear 🥹

I'm working on a full Wee John gifset (he's my boy I love him) but I want to have all his lines in it so I'll probably finish it when we have the full season. in the meantime, I posted the requested gif here! 💗

#asks #Anonymous #thank you for the request <3 #i've made over 70 gifs since thursday 🫠 working hard in the gif mines #do you all know i have to manually delete every 5th frame because of framerate issues and photoshop being weird #so it creates duplicate frames which makes the gifs choppy (to me) (i've heard no one else can tell the difference but I CAN) #and some of these gifsets have like 6-700 frames #yeah #pretty sure there has to be a better solution but right now i can't be bothered to find it lmao #then cropping and resizing and sharpening and adjusting light and color and splitting and subtitling when relevant #in other words if i see my gifs reposted with no credit then 🔪 #it's super fun though i love it and i discover new things and details about every scene i gif. it's like studying them in a microscope #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd

[gardennuggie]

REMEMBERED THAT LIKE A YEAR AGO I MADE THIS (UNFINISHED) GARDEN WARFARE HELLTAKER PARODY..

more notes under the cut

It's made in google slides because I hate computer science woo!

I originally made these two drawings and was inspired...

Originally there were supposed to be four Plant and Four Zombie options. The ones I didn't get to were Fire Cactus, Shadow Flower, All-Star, Marine Biologist, and some other zombie I can't remember. I kinda started All-Star but gave up lol

some sprite sheets here! wow this art is OLD...

#pvz #plants vs zombies #pvz gw #pvz gw2 #garden warfare #garden warfare 2 #my art #flashing lights tw #idk why it flashes in the recording it doesn't do that normally #plasma pea pvz #chomper pvz #sky trooper pvz #shadow flower pvz #all-star pvz #but yea this was just a fun little project #btw i don't mean anything weird by 'harem' here i was just copying helltaker's wording

[hoarding-stories]

Favorite Midst character?

Hoo boy, that's a tough one! In fact, I'm going to cheat and give my favorite out of the 3 main characters and my favorite secondary character as well.

The main three are very, very closely ranked, but I'd have to say Moc Weepe is my favorite. I love me a good bastard man, and everything he's done and been through so far is fascinating. Thanks to the narrative distance he got in the 2nd season, I genuinely have no idea what the hell he's going to do now and/or what part he's going to play into whatever unfolds and I cannot wait to see it. His is for sure the arc that I think will be the most interesting to examine after everything is said and done. (Also in the poll I took on possible MC deaths, most thought he was going to be the one to die, if any, which is really fun. He really is giving doomed vibes)

As for secondary characters, it's again a close race, but I'd say Saskia is my favorite. Like while Spahr is fun to chew on as far as character progression, and Imelda is a wonderful villain to watch, Saskia is appealing not only because she has so much we don't know about her and how she got to where she is but also because she's a decent person. I'll be interested to see where this season takes her and her impact on things

Thank you for the ask!

#midst #midst podcast #my words #Saskia is definitely a subtler presence but a backbone nonetheless #can't wait to see her in the highest light #weepe has kinda been the narrative chew toy going through the most abrupt and visceral changes #of place physicality and maybe even personality #and i truly enjoy hearing him being a terrible person and weird guy in general

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 6

CW: None AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting @hannahcbrown @jacqueswriteblrlibrary @babyblueetbaemonster

There is a giant tree ahead of her, an elm maybe – she isn't too good with arboreal identification – but it stands proud and alone in a grove of soft moss and tiny flowers. She can smell the tree, the earth, and the soft perfume of the flowers. She places bare feet on the forest carpet and takes a step– –only to be halted when there is a flare of pain in her head so bad it makes her vision go funny, and there is an alleyway around her. It smells like garbage and piss and the copper tang of blood. It smells like cold, still water, and thick mud. It smells like her city– –but she is also still in the grove and walking towards the tree. She can feel the softness of the moss on her bare feet, even as she can feel the bite of brick under her hand from where she sways. Something is in her way to the tree. It is dark and green, and she grits her teeth against the pounding in her head, because she wants to go to the tree so badly. It's calling out, like it needs her, or she needs it, and she takes hesitant steps forward. One foot drags along tarmac, the sole of her shoe grating, the other treads softly on moss and flowers feeling the prick of rock and twig. One hand touches mist-damped air, and the other the plastic of a bin. She smiles because she thinks she can make it. She will make it. She is so close, how could she not? A needle of pain lances through her chest, forcing her rigid and air-less, as the dark thing ahead whirls around and (no. no, no, no!) it flashes glowing red eyes and (nonono!) has some dark fluid on its hands and it opens its mouth, and she knows exactly what it will say to her and "NO!"

There is a puddle of water on the paper towel. Her hand is frigid and pale, hovering above it, despite the orange blush of the ice box light over her skin. Her shoulder hurts, her head hurts, her chest hurts. She feels dry and crackly, like newspapers left too long in the sun. Elo draws a careful breath. Her chest aches, but that is all. Muscles protest, but there is no actual physical damage to her. She withdraws her hand, and the muscle is stiff. She feels like she has been standing for hours, but a quick glance at the clock on the wall says that – whatever that was – has lasted all of one minute. She wonders if this is what Candice saw when she dropped the artefact. She wonders if this was the last thing that Evelyn saw before she died. Elo pauses, wonders why she doesn't feel as bad as Candice looked at the smallest glance of the thing. It's only then she realises her hand is clenched over, and there is something in her palm.

She twists her wrist, and with some trepidation, slowly unfurls her stiff fingers. There, in her palm, rests the artefact. It is not ice. It's not even wholly stone anymore, but a mix of stone and wood and coloured wire. She stares at it, and wonders how in all nine hells she is going to explain this one.

She wonders if, somehow, she can keep this hidden. If she could not tell Farren, not tell Snips, not tell Fugit. Could say that she couldn't find the thing when Snips grabbed her and she dropped it. But it's not in her nature to lie outright. She has bent the truth a little in her time, but aside from that she has a tendency to tell all. Even when she should at least sugar-coat a bad situation, she cannot, and is blunt and to the point in most things she says. She would struggle to keep anything from Farren anyway. They know each other like the back of their own hands – just as she knows when something's not right with him, he will know something is not right with her. No, she cannot hide this. Elo glances again at the clock on the wall, and somehow she has spent another five minutes just staring at the thing in her hand, in front of the ice box. She does the maths; she's been faffing around down here for a full half hour, and Snips will have finished with Matilde and Candice, and godsdamnit she doesn't have the time for this! The artefact gets stuffed in her suit jacket pocket, and the ice box door is slammed shut and she walks out muttering curses.

"Farren," Elo calls his name as she slips into her desk seat. Her partner looks up, a frown on his face. "There you are," he says. "I was just about to come looking for you. Wondered if you'd got into trouble on the way in again, since you weren't there when I came by to pick you up this morning." There is a hard edge to his words, and she grimaces. "I didn't know you were going to do that," she says quietly. "I left at first light – I wanted to speak to Snips before he left." The glare on her partner's face lightens as he mulls this over. Then he tilts his head with a half shrug and an eye roll – Fine, say his actions, it makes sense to him. "But, ah," she tries to continue. Farren cocks an eyebrow at her, as she struggles with her words. "Something happened. Snips and I–" Both eyebrows shoot up. "–not like that!" She shoots him an incredulous glare. He has the decency to look apologetic. "Snips and you… what then?" he asks. "We had a minor altercation," comes the clipped tones of their mortician over her shoulder. Farren leans back, balancing his chair on two legs, looking between the two of them. A subtle shift of his expression turns the raised eyebrows from something snarky, to surprise, then growing with dismay. He cares about them both, and he's not sure who he's supposed to feel sorry for now. "Come," says Snips. "There is an empty interview room we can use." He walks away and Elo watches. Snips glances back, a frown on his face – because, after all, she was the one who was supposed to be dealing with that. The artefact in her pocket pokes her as she stands to follow, trailing a confused Farren behind her.

Once they are inside the room, Farren shuts the door and leans against the frame, as he is wont to do. She stands to one side, as Snips takes a seat. Elo feels restless, like she wants to pace, but she has better command over herself than that – or at least, she thought she did, as the artefact is a weight in her pocket. She crossed her arms to get away from the sensation, and fixes her sight on the copy machine, just outside the window. "Right then," Farren says. "What's going on?" Between the two of them, Elo and Snips explain what has happened, and Farren mercifully manages to keep his expression neutral. "Just so I've understood correctly," he says, looking between the two of them, "in rescuing the object from the floor, it caused you, Elowyn, to speak a language you do not know. And Snips, you felt this was an appropriate reason to then attack her." His expression is steely, but Snips is not cowed. "I'm afraid I did so without full thought," Snips says, and Elo suspects this is the only hint of an apology she is going to get. "But to one such as myself, the language she spoke–" "Hebrew?" "Indeed. This language is sacred. It should not be used for casual conversation, nor, with some exceptions, should it really be spoken outside a temple. It most certainly should not be used for the blasphemy that she spoke." "I said buggeration," Elo tells him.

The mortician levels his gaze at her, giving a derisive sniff. "While that is the English simplification, what you actually said, in this language, had a far deeper and offensive connotation. It is one that is heavily frowned upon by one such as myself, and I was..." Here he pauses, shrugs, and somehow looks the more tired for it. "Well, I was many things at that moment. Shocked and appalled that something so vile would come from your mouth, of all people. Hurt that you would say it in front of me, and angry for you to use a language I consider sacred to speak in the first place. Then, I perceived that you mocked me, by continuing to transgress against me and my beliefs. I wondered what manner of demon had overtaken you this morning, that you would do such a thing." "A demon?" Farren says, his question incredulous but cautious. He doesn't want to cause further offence. Snips closes his eyes for a moment and takes a breath. "An... ill thought, a rankling in the soul, ah... Getting out on the wrong side of the bed, perhaps." He finally quirks a smile, a little twitch at the corner of his mouth, and Elo finds herself relaxing at that sight. "Okay," Farren says, thoughtfully. "But you know now that Elo never intended to cause discomfort, harm or hurt. And she did you a solid, by not letting the object touch you when it fell from her grip again." Snips nods, looking a little abashed at that, but Elo finds the tension is back in her shoulders. She did not 'do him a solid'; it's her literal, actual job, to protect people from harm. But Farren hasn't stopped talking, so she turns her attention back. "But what I'm curious at, is how just touching the thing made her speak a language she doesn't know." Farren gives her a look, and while it's not pitying exactly, there is a healthy enough dose of concern there that she does not like it. Despite it, she knows she has to tell them about what happened – about the totem in her pocket. "Did Candice hear her speak?" her partner asks, and she sees Snips look at her in confusion. She shrugs in response. "I don't know. We… weren't exactly paying attention to her reactions." "Did she say anything when you took her to Matilde?" Farren says, looking at Snips, and the mortician is frowning in thought. She has to tell them now!

"No, she was just in a state of shock. Perhaps when Matilde has seen to her, we could ask?" Farren nods, looks like he's going to speak again. "There's something else," Elo blurts. Both turn towards her. "I–" It will just be easier to show them. She walks over to the coffee table that sits between the two sofas, and without saying a word, drops the totem onto the table. The reaction from them both as she pulls back her hand is… not what she was expecting. Snips has frozen, his eyes are wide and she doesn't know what to make of it. Farren is breathing deep and slow and deliberate, as he takes measured steps forward. "Elo, where did you get that?" he asks. She frowns. There is something not quite right about this. "I took it from the fridge," she says, "I tried to put it back, but it. Uh." He's looking at her as if she's sprouted wings. "It… didn't… want me to?" she finishes lamely. "There is no possible way that Candice would have that in her refrigerator," Snips says with a surety that confuses her. "What... What do you two see?" she asks then Simps says, "You have the amulet case which has hung over the crib of my family for many generations. It is a very special item, which I had locked away in a bank until I had my own family." He swallows. "You should not have this item." Elo blinks at the pain and betrayal in his voice, but she keeps her own breathing steady. "And Farren, what do you see?" she asks, looking over. Her partner stands, tense and hands outstretched, as though he wants to take a weapon away from a scared child, but the expression on his face is one of confusion. "There is a vial that contains two fluids in front of you." He speaks slowly and carefully. "They are separated by the thinnest of membranes." He stops, trying to get his breathing under control. "If you mishandle it in any way, it will explode." She spasms. She tries her hardest not to, because that is exactly the reaction he is trying to avoid from the way his hands are reaching out. But it is an instinctive reaction at being told she is close to exploding, despite what her eyes tell her is not what it is telling them. "Shall I tell you what I see?" she asks after she had brought her jumping heart under control. "It is a totem or token of some kind. It is in three parts. The outer is a triangle of wood, and it is carved with symbols that I think are letters. In the center is a stone of blue, and it is carved on one side with a winged creature, and the other is a tree. The stone is held to the frame of the triangle with three wires – gold, silver and a green so dark it could be black." She rests her fingers gently on the surface. In her periphery, Farren jerks – because despite everything, he thinks she is touching a volatile explosive. "What do you hear when I do this?" she asks. "English," says Farren, as Snips says "Hebrew". She nods, then slides the artefact from the table, slips it back in her pocket, and rocks back on her heels. She glances at Farren, who is more relaxed now he cannot see what he thinks he is seeing. He stares at her for a long moment, then presses his hand to his face. "Oh, Bug," he says. "I know you're the queen of the strange, but I really think you've outdone yourself this time." Elo huffs out a laugh. You don't even know the half of it, she thinks.

#oc elowyn o'toreguarde #oc farren breakwood #npc grog snickersnip #writing #HCWL Chapters only #WIP 'Her Countenance was Light' #titan fighting fantasy #fighting fantasy #ttrpg fanfiction #wandering words #apologies for the weird spacing on this one - the editor had a flid and fucked up the paragraphs...

[kitsquared]

It's been a week

Thoughts under the cut

Done purely for my desperate need after the stageplay broke my heart. Chuuya carries a lot of obligation and his character revolves around choice. I wanted to have a friend reassure Chuuya and lighten even bit of that burden. Adam came to mind first.

It helps to hear someone acknowledge what's weighing on you especially if you don't express it. (I think about the aquarium mayoi scene a lot)

It's not going to poof away his obligation to the mafia or to his friends. Its difficult. He has also only experienced people close to him sacrificing themselves for/because of him. But I want him to know and remember that his loved ones won't hold it against him for choices that make him happy. That they strove to make him happy despite their obligation. For Adam to remind him and reassure him.

It's a lot.

I did try to somewhat mirror Chuuya's conversation with the Flags in the first page

#That's the best I can articulate my feelings on this #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd adam #my art #(kit)^2 #i drew the bowing scene #then checked how the scene went in the ln. and he goes on one knee lol #but i think its nicer here where he goes on one knee as a friend #and to reach chuuya with his words #despite being a world away #Sorry about the weird lighting I drew this on a sketchbook that flips on the shorter edge

[hella1975]

sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you

#eeaao's 'how did you let me go so easily' moment. like i dont let myself even THINK about this too often #bc i immediately beat myself back with the 'if it's hard for you then imagine how hard it is for mum. her PARENTS cut her off' #but like. idk. my nan i couldn't give less of a shit about which is something i always find so interesting #bc even as a child with NO basis for it or any understanding of her behaviour both past and present i still wasn't Comfortable around her #like children are smart actually. i just Knew her vibes were off and i Knew my mum was weird when she was around #like i truly dont think i ever loved my nan even when she was a very frequent part of my life #but my grandad? i ADORED him. id see him multiple times a week and he's the kindest man ive ever met #and hannah what i told you about my mum saying certain people have magnetic auras THAT WAS ABOUT HIM #like i cant actually put into words what it was about him but people just wanted to know him and spend time with him #but he was weak and let my nan walk all over him and when push came to shove he chose her and now ive not spoken to him in 3 years #& i KNOW he loved me. he thought the world of me like it's a bitter unspoken thing between me & my sister that we KNOW i was his favourite #he used to buy me egg butties at agricultural shows when my mum said no and specifically ask for two eggs #he used to sit and eat his soup with me when he came over to do work at the house #he used to play with me. he used to smile all the time. i can so clearly hear the way he'd go ''iya [my name]' with his proper rural accent #or how he'd tell anyone who would listen 'she's tough as old boots that one' #and i could make him laugh like NO ONE else could and he'd light up and go 'give over' and he genuinely enjoyed my company #i KNOW HE DID. and i havent spoken to him in 3 years. he'll be dead soon #and i cant talk to my mum about it bc it's her DAD it is so much worse for her and i cant talk to my sister about it #bc she wasn't close with him like i was and she just shuts the conversation down and those are the only two people #who know my grandad and know what he meant to me so im just here like. he literally stopped speaking to me overnight #i stopped hearing from him i stopped meeting up with him im so so angry with him the love is still there i dont know where to put it now #why couldnt he stay. why did he pick her when she's a loveless void of inhumanity. why werent we enough #hella goes home #my grandparents on my dad's side are also not in the picture funnily enough but idgaf about them. she got that grandparentless swag