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ash-th3-fae · 10 months

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“On your feet, soldier.”

CW/TW: cursing, captivity, torture, amnesia, dehumanisation, mentions of a heart monitor, mentions of bladed weapons

Author’s note: Currently having soldier!Mason brain rot so here we are.

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“Get up.”

Stubbornly, Mason ignored the man’s order. He instead remained on his knees, still in his mottled green cargos and tight-fit green t-shirt. He didn’t remember how he got like this. Nor did he want to, given the circumstances.

“I said, get up!” Vikhrov barked, stepping forward and pulling Mason up by the back of his shirt, snapping a pair of cuffs to his wrists with a telltale click, and tugging roughly on the chain around his throat. “On your feet, soldier. Blaze wants to see you, let’s go.”

Mason hated this. It was fucking degrading. He hated being kept in a cage, on a chain, like a fucking savage dog. He hadn’t even done anything - nothing that he could remember, at least. To his knowledge, this was just some sick abduction that he’d eventually be released of once he told them what they wanted to know.

But he wasn’t going to, even if it killed him, which it probably would. Not in a million years would he betray his team. Nothing would break his silence, and he knew. Even if his strength, his sanity, was wavering, he wouldn’t break.

As he trudged down the hallway with this man he barely knew, his thoughts swirled. What did Blaze want? He already had betrayed the task force by joining this whole coalition. He didn’t want to even see his face.

Mason was ripped from his thoughts by the light tap of a baton under his chin, making him raise his head up on instinct.

“Eyes up, soldier.” Vikhrov scolded. The man sounded almost bored. As if he had better things to do then drag Mason around. Not that Mason blamed him. He didn’t want to be here either, not to mention he too would probably be bothered if he had to cart around a soldier he didn’t care for.

After a brief walk, they reached the “dark room”. It was where Mason was taken for interrogation. If there was one room Mason dreaded in the facility, it was this one. And his eyes widened as he saw Vikhrov reach for the door.

Instantly he was pulling at his restraints. Scrambling to get away. He couldn’t go back in there, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He knew exactly what happened in there and it scared him.

“No- NO! Please, please don’t make me, please!” Mason sobbed in desperation, an in vain plea that he knew wouldn’t work, but he at least had to try. He had to.

“Stay fucking still, god damn it!”

“Please- please, you’ve gotta understand-!”

CRACK.

The sound rang out as Vikhrov brought the baton down on Mason, drawing a yelp from the Captain’s throat and making him fall silent. The sensation stung, and lingered for a while. He knew he’d brought this upon himself.

There was no point fighting against it,

Vikhrov, again, moved to open the door, turning the handle and, with a bit of force, pushing it open, roughly kicking Mason in before walking in after him, closing the door.

Mason had to blink a few times so his vision would adjust. It was a drastic light change, given the only light in the room was a set of fluorescent roof lights, and a heart monitor by the cold iron table Mason was all too familiar with, that he was now being forced and strapped down onto.

“You fucking stay still this time, got it?” Vikhrov growled. Mason just nodded weakly in response. He couldn’t find his voice. Couldn’t find the words to respond to the man. So he stayed quiet.

There was a brief, awkward wait until Blaze stepped into the room. Yet again, the iron door groaned in protest, Blaze muttering something under his breath about oil. Just the sheer sight of him made Mason’s blood boil, tugging weakly at his restraints.

“Oh, settle down” Blaze said with a dark chuckle, moving forward as his hand brushed over the edge of the steel bench, hooking Mason up to the heart monitor. “..My, you really do hate me.” Blaze added as he saw Mason’s vitals. He clicked his tongue, before allowing himself a blasé shrug and turning back to Mason as he opened one of the bench drawers.

It’s contents had a dull shine, all a slightly lighter metal than the draw they were stored in. But it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were. Instruments, that Blaze used to try and fish out answers from the depths of Mason’s mind.

He knew it was pointless. But, he was going to keep trying anyway. To see if it was possible to break him.

“Let’s just get right to it, shall we?”

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Mason let out a sharp cry as, again, the sharp blade was driven right into his thigh, fists clenching as he let out a strained sob at the pain. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t even do anything. Why were they doing this?

“Just answer the fucking question, Mason, and this’ll all be over” Blaze growled, twisting the blade harshly and drawing another pained noise from Mason’s throat.

“F-Fuck, you.”

“You really are stubborn, aren’t you?”

Mason yelped softly as the blade was pulled from his leg, just for Blaze to drive it in again just above his knee, making him scream. The pain was blinding, the sound of the heart monitor filling his ears as his heart rate picked up. It hurt so bad.

But he was keeping his silence. He didn’t care if he died for it.

“Where the fuck is the rest of your team, Mason?” Blaze gritted out. “I won’t ask you again.”

“As if I’d ever tell you” Mason responded, just for Blaze to suddenly and quickly drag the knife up his leg, to the other wound he’d already created, making him scream again. His vision was going blotchy, the light hurt his eyes and the noise hurt his ears.

“P-Please,” Mason sobbed, “no- no more…”

“Aww, how cute” Blaze said with a forced pout, before twisting the knife again, making Mason yelp softly.

After that, he didn’t last much longer, as his bloodied, wounded body fell to unconsciousness.

Blaze sighed, pulling out the knife. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this. He had half the mind to kill Mason for his disobedience… but, no, he needed him alive.

He needed him to lure in the rest of the team. They’ll never know what exactly they’re walking into. And that confusion? That uncertainty? That’ll be his opportunity to take them down, for good.

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#AAAAA MASON!!#solider mason 🤤#he’s so absbdjhssh *screams*#them <3 #mason transvolski #blaze demalley #oc

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impossible-rat-babies · 1 year

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me gnawing on pollux like

#funny lil guy (gn) lurking in the back of my head #I miss him! i miss my funny lad #I miss the hyperfixation but it’s also like. i am on a hyperfixation #this is what I have to live with having known how retri ends for like. six months before anyone else #anyway I never said his ending but buckaroo is sitting real solid in the guilty reveal ortega rescue camp sjsjdjd #I can’t remember if Pollux is a voluntary reveal or if it just happens in the hospital #i never hammered out his real ending because I kept getting distracted by opening and closing gates sjdjdjdjd #which Pollux opens enough that it is Worriesome #not the max number but like. 3-4? maybe?#I remember a few being conditional and one was the blaze one #bc it skyrockets ur Chen sus and I didn’t know if I wanted that #no hey yeah I remember being more mad about blaze being a big snitch to Chen #so I never settled sjdjdjdjd #but I’m thinking about other Pollux’s too—vamp romance Pollux at times #more the reoccurring thought about Mason associating the smell of pollux’s blood with danger but also pollux’s prickly anger #that dog backed into a corner and growling anger #i was also sitting in infamous camp for a hot second #stuck between Pollux making weird music or pollux making sad girl (gn) music #like if bastille + mitski + daughter had a baby #toss in some glass animals for good measure

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pennyblossom-meta · 4 months

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Gale/Wyll banter

Here's a collection of Gale/Wyll banter that I found in the dialogue files. I hope this is useful as both fanfiction resources and general curiosity :)

Help: I'm fairly sure there's a line from Wyll (?) mentioning how Gale doesn't ever eat vegetables, but for the life of me I can't find it. UPDATE 30/12/2023: Found it and added it to the post, the banter happens with the MC during the tiefling party. Also added a couple more interesting tidbits of dialogue.

Warning: long post.

Act 01

Loss of powers

Wyll points out that he used to kill big monsters, and now a few goblins are a challenge. What gives? Gale remarks it must be the tadpole. Wyll: Was a time I tussled with hill giants without breaking a sweat. Wyll: Now, a mere werebear could swat me halfway to Amn. devnote: Amn = city on the Sword Coast. Pronounced "AAHM" like UK Eng "arm". Gale: Strange things are happening to us. What festers in our minds may well impel our bodies.

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Netherese magic

Wyll recalls the hag said 'Netherese' and asks Gale what he knows. Astarion adds a thought if he is present. Wyll: Ethel mentioned Netherese magic. What in blazes does that mean? Gale: Magic from the fallen empire of Netheril. Ancient, exceedingly dangerous, and quite unrivalled. Astarion: Wonderful! I'd hate to be destroyed by any common old magic. devnote: A little sarcastic. You've been told the dangerous magic inside you is ancient and unrivalled

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Goblin raids

Wyll: I've known goblin raiders to slaughter entire villages and strip them for loot - but I've never seen one ravaged like this. Gale: It's hard to imagine anyone who'd willingly inflict such devastation, be they zealots, marauders, invading armies... A sign of far worse to come, I fear.

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Act 02

Mountain Pass

Gale: These cragged hillls make for weary soles. I see why most headed inland prefer the smooth sailing of the Chionthar. Wyll: More importantly, the land west of here suffers under a terrible curse. Gale: You've seen it for yourself? Wyll: I've glimpsed that doom during my travels, but never dared get close. Wyll: If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

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Scary woods

Wyll: What a dismal forest. Monsters could be lurking behind any and every tree. Gale: We'd be wise to fear the trees themselves. It feels like the forest itself longs for our destruction. devnote: serious Wyll: Frustrating, that. Wyll: Monsters, I can fight. But I can no more sever these shadows than I could the wind or the sun.

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Approaching Moonrise

Gale: Moonrise Towers lies ahead. We're nearing the Heart of the Absolute, I'm certain of it. Wyll: Then let us push forward, heads high, weapons in hand, and turn this tower to rubble. Gale: Your confidence is encouraging but a little premature. Let's keep our eyes on the task ahead. Or eye, as the case may be.

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Tollhouse

Gale: A tollhouse like this would only be merited in the most prosperous of settlements. This was once a thriving trade route. Wyll: Should it be any wonder? The Chionthar's waters carry merchant vessels from as far east as Berdusk. devnote: bur-DUSK Wyll: And they wouldn't have brought just trade goods, but song, dance, and custom. Riches of the mind and the spirit. Wyll: So much was lost when the darkness fell.

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At the Mason's Guild

Gale: The masons here thought they were building something to last. How wrong they were. Wyll: Perhaps it's a blessing that none of them survived to see it fall to the shadows. Gale: No need for such a grim assumption. Halsin helped many to escape these shadows before the town was consumed. Wyll: Then some masons were more blessed still, if they could put their talents to use elsewhere. Wyll: Perhaps some of their work even graces Baldur's Gate.

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Guildhall

Wyll: It might seem a bit ramshackle, but this place has a boastworthy bar. Gale: A bar is only as good as its cellars. Which vintages can we expect to find on their racks? devnote: Anticipating a nice drink Wyll: Here, a bottle is judged more by its ability to crack heads than the quality of its contents. Gale: Ah. If that's the main criteria then I shall reset my expectations accordingly. Water it is. devnote: Good humoured

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House of Healing

Wyll: This was a hospital? Feels more like a prison. Gale: A common enough interpretation. Sickness has a nasty habit of making you feel trapped, if only within the confines of your own body. Gale: I once spent weeks convalescing in the Hospice of St Laupsenn (*) after a nasty bout of ruddy pox. For all their kindness, leaving that place behind felt like freedom to me. Wyll: I've always relied on the kindness of the healers and menders of the Coast. Better a cleric's healing touch than a chirurgeon's scalpel.

(Lore note*): The Hospice of St. Laupsenn is a temple of Ilmater in the North Ward of Waterdeep.

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Moonrise General_AssaultState

Wyll: This is it, Gale - today, we annihilate the heart of the Absolute's power. The bards will sing of our victory here. Gale: Entirely unnecessary. Though if they are so inclined, I might be convinced to share a stanza or two of my own for inspiration. devnote: Feigned modesty

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Moonrise General

Wyll: This is no aimless horde - the Absolute's forces are organised. What do you make of it, Gale? Gale: All enemies have some chink in their armour, no matter how much they like to believe themselves invulnerable. That's what we must find. devnote: Cheery/determined Wyll: And if we don't find any clear weakness? Gale: Then we hope our mutual strengths are enough to dominate them. Or, we die nobly in the attempt. devnote: Cheery/determined

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Moonrise Prison

Gale: Not a devil in sight. How disappointing. COL_MizorasRescue_State_SavedMizora = False, TWN_Wyll_State_MizorasCaptureHappened, MOO_MizorasRescue_Event_WalkedAway = False Wyll: I doubt a few iron bars are sufficient to hold one of Zariel's. Gale: True enough. But an illithid pod? That would probably do the trick. devnote: Cogs whirring Wyll: I wager you're right. Ah, Gale - what a pleasure to see a genius' mind at work.

Wyll: Of course Mizora was Zariel's captured asset. How did I not see it coming? TWN_Wyll_State_MizorasCaptureHappened Gale: It's in a devil's nature to conceal the truth - you can't fault yourself for that. Wyll: I've been pacted for seven years on, Gale. I should be able to read between Mizora's lines by now, no matter how narrow the gap.

Gale: How long have you been pacted to Mizora, Wyll? Wyll: Seven years. Seven years of hunting the monsters of the Sword Coast - and seven years of Mizora's tight leash. Wyll: And seven years of wondering if I'd ever rid myself of her - or if I even should.

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Act 03

At the Basilisk Gate

Gale: The history of the city itself is captured in the archives here - a fascinating resource. Wyll: I wonder what those archives will reveal about us a hundred years hence. Gale: Only the most excellent and complimentary things. With some encouragement from us, of course.

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Morphic Pool

Gale: Whatever the outcome of what's just ahead, it will be the stuff of legends. Wyll: In that case, someone needs to survive to tell the story. Gale: My money's on you, Wyll. Wyll: I'm betting on all of us.

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Misc banter

Gale's ticking time bombs

Wyll points out that Gale has two ticking time-bombs inside him - but he's holding together pretty well. Wyll: I admire your courage, Gale. Gale: Thank you. Any particular reason? Wyll: Between the orb and the bug, you've got more than your fair share of unwelcome passengers. Gale: What can I say? Mother always taught me to be a gracious host.

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Wyll thinks Gale has potential

Wyll tells Gale he's got potential, and suggests he rename himself something more... heroic. Gale finds Wyll quite the tryhard. Wyll: You're an impressive fighter, Gale. You should consider a new name. Gale: I take it you have some suggestions? Wyll: 'The Wizard Wonder!' Or how about, 'The Master of the Weave'? Gale: Tempting. But I think we might already have the maximum number of theatrical titles.

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With Laz'el and Wyll

Lae'zel notes that Gale knows a lot about mind flayers. He responds with information about his training. If there, Wyll chimes in as well. Lae'zel: You strike me cleverer than most istiki, Gale. Multiple tutors, I should guess. devnote: istiki - non-gith. IH-stick-ee Gale: Many a wise man and woman indeed. Waterdeep is the home of myriad scholars. Wyll: Ah, the City of Splendours. Spent a whole Fleetswake there with my father. What a delight.

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Romance

The following dialogues are marked as ROM, which I assume is a flag for triggering when there's an active Romance with the MC.

Romance banter, Act 1

Gale: If your natural charm isn't quite up to scratch, Wyll, there are magical means of adding a little flourish of charisma. Wyll: A kind offer, but I think I'd rather pursue things the old fashioned way.

Gale: Have you noticed any attachments of the more, erm, romantic variety flourishing in our camp, Wyll? devnote: Fishing for info, a bit awkward. Wyll: I think I'm not the right person to be asking. Wyll: I can recognise a troll's silhouette on a far horizon, but I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

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Romance banter, Act 2

Gale: I knew you were a graceful man, Wyll, but I hear you're quite the dancer too. Gale: I've been known to trip the light fantastic myself. Mine was a popular hand at the annual Blackstaff's Ball. Wyll: I'd have love to have witnessed it, Gale. I wager you are as elegant on the dance floor as you are on the battlefield.

Gale: I've heard that in Baldur's Gate, 'wizard' is also a term used for one who eschews their more, ahem, carnal desires. Is that true, Wyll? devnote: Fishing for info, a bit annoyed about what he's heard Wyll: Where are we going with this, Gale? Gale: Oh, nowhere. I just think it a rather cruel misnomer. Not at all reflective of the glamour wizarding life affords. devnote: A bit sulky/sensitive about it

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Romance banter, Act 3

Wyll: I'm probably going to regret this, but Gale - if I'm to be wed, would you like to make a speech? Gale: You've asked the right wizard. My oratory skills have left many a wedding guest weeping in their seat. devnote: Honoured/very excited at the prospect of speaking at length. Oblivious as to why his previous listeners might have been left weeping… Wyll: Promise it will last less than half an hour? Gale: I can promise it will feel like less than half an hour... devnote: Trying to avoid committing to a short speech

Wyll: I used to believe the beauty of first love was unable to be surpassed. Wyll: But Gale - you are so much more tolerable now you've found your second. Gale: I'll take that comment with the sincerity and good will I assume it was intended. devnote: Not rising to it, cheerful

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Misc quotes

Tiefling party

Gale: Wyll's a good man. He may actually be a tried-and-true storybook hero. Gale: Then again he's so full of himself it's a small miracle he hasn't resorted to self-cannibalism yet.

Wyll: You're running away from Gale's cooking. Wyll: It's delicious, don't get me wrong, but that man wouldn't eat a vegetable unless Mystra herself commanded it.

Other

Gale: So, you didn't fancy sharpening up the old moniker? I'd have thought the 'Blade of Frontiers' might be feeling a bit dull after all you've been through.

Player: Sounds heavenly. Mind if I join you? Wyll: Not at all. You hunt the deer, I'll scrounge up the ale. Prepare your belly for roast a la Ravengard! Wyll: Let's hope Gale doesn't take offence if I assume cooking duties, just the once.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion ancunin #astarion #lae'zel #baldur's gate wyll #bg3 meta #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale

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talonabraxas · 2 months

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In Masonic lodges, Sirius is known as the “Blazing Star” and a simple look at its prominence in Masonic symbolism reveals its utmost importance. The Masonic author William Hutchinson wrote about Sirius: “It is the first and most exalted object that demands our attention in the Lodge.” The same way the light of Sirius made its way into the Great Pyramid during initiations, it is symbolically present in Masonic lodges.

“The Ancient Astronomers saw all the great Symbols of Masonry in the Stars. Sirius glitters in our lodges as the Blazing Star.” [7. Albert Pike, Morals and Dogma]

In Freemasonry, it is taught that the Blazing Star is a symbol of deity, of omnipresence (the Creator is present everywhere) and of omniscience (the Creator sees and knows all). Sirius is, therefore, the “sacred place” all Masons must ascend to: It is the source of divine power and the destination of divine individuals. This concept is often represented in Masonic art.

“This ancient people (Egyptians) knew that once every year the Parent Sun is in line with the Dog Star. Therefore, the Great Pyramid was so constructed that, at this sacred moment, the light of the Dog Star fell upon the square “Stone of God” at the upper end of the Great Gallery, descending upon the head of the high priest, who received the Super Solar Force and sought through his own perfected Solar Body to transmit to other Initiates this added stimulation for the evolution of their Godhood. This then was the purpose of the “`Stone of God,’ whereon in the Ritual, Osiris sits to bestow upon him (the illuminate) the Atf crown or celestial light.” “North and South of that crown is love,” proclaims an Egyptian hymn. “And thus throughout the teaching of Egypt the visible light was but the shadow of the invisible Light; and in the wisdom of the ancient country the measures of Truth were the years of the Most High.” --Marshall Adams, The Book of the Master

Temple of the Blue Star Talon Abraxas

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hearts4maddison · 7 months

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You Read? Part 3

- Mason mount x Reader

summary: After bumping into mason at the club he invites you to his daughters birthday party.During the party you find yourself getting closer to mason…more attached to him.

Warnings: Fluff,Swearing,Mentions of deadbeat mom.

paring: single dad-mason “Mason mount” x female!Reader

Despite the relentless sleep from last night you still found the energy to actually get up from bed. The lack of sleep was due to Staying up so late because you got back from the club late. Also the constant thought of Mason.

The constant thought of what you were gonna wear to the birthday party. With all that thinking you needed to hurry up and go to a toy store and pick up something a 5 year old girl would like.

A barbie? Oo a colouring book the hangover from all the drinks were not helping. You figured you’d buy a barbie and a couple of other toys she might like mostly were based off what you thought what a five year old would like.

Now all that was left was wrap the gift write a nice card find a decent outfit to wear and head off to mason that’s should be easy.

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You were so anxious for that birthday party that you spilled blazing hot coffee over your outfit making you change also making you late. With all that hassle over and done with the only thing that was left was getting there you put mason address in and surprisingly he didn’t live too far away.

As you approached mason house you took a good look at your surroundings it was big looked cozy and alot of cars parked in the driveway meant there was a lot of people here aswell. You could hear the birthday party music coming from the backyard And the talking of a lot of people that’s probably what made your heart sped up even more

As you waited for someone to open the door you gave it a couple of minutes and then the door had opened. When the door opened it wasn’t mason. A woman she looked like she was in her Thirties. She almost had the same features as mason her hair was shoulder length.

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“Hi i’m here for the birthday party…” You said there was little bit anxiousness to your tone,“Oh are you a friend?’’ The woman responded looking quite curious to know who you were.

“Oh yeah i’m Mason friend! I hope i didn’t come too late you know!” you said waiting for her to let you in “Oh! come on in i’m jasmin mason sister you can just call me Jaz i don’t mind” she said while stepping out the way to let you in.

“everyone’s in the back garden you can drop the gift of to the gift table and join everyone” she respond leading me to the back garden she had this bright smile planted on her face.

So you did as she said and dropped the gift of and looked around you figured you were kinda on your own for this one since you didn’t know anyone.

you kinda just stood there. In hopes to say happy birthday and then drop the gift off and call it day. As your eyes wonder you saw Masiey with a couple of kids in the bouncy house.

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As you were turned around you felt a tap on your shoulder and turning around it was mason finally it was someone you actually knew.

“I thought you got stuck in traffic or you were mad that i spoiled the book” Mason said with a slight chuckles in his voice. “oh i am mad about the book but i wouldn’t miss out on her birthday” turning to him with a slight smile planted on your face.

“i’m glad you made it’’ he said he had a genuine smile on his face it wasn’t the cheeky one or the slight smile. “urm…Anyways we’re gonna cut the cake soon so help yourself to anything really.” He said scratching the back of his head after that he kinda left to greet more guest.

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It had been now couple of hours the cake was now cut you talked to a few other people. You had also talked to maisey wishing her a happy birthday before she ran off to go play some more.

you decided you’d lounge in the living room. There was no one in the living room it was fairly dim in the room. You scrolled on your phone for a couple of minutes until you heard the door open.

You saw Mason step in with a drink in his hand a smile planted on his face as he sat down maybe a inch away from you on the couch.

“didn’t know anyone was in here” he said taking another sip of drink. “Came in here for some quietness still have a banging headache from clubbing.” You said fiddling with your fingers

“Hangovers are a piss take honesty” there was a slight chuckle to his voice. “tell me about it” you said.

“Hope i didn’t interrupt unless you wanna be alone?” he said looking at you. “nah it’s fine could use some company i guess” You said locking eyes with him.

“Then i’ll gladly stay pretty lady” he said taking another swing from whatever he was drinking

“you know it surprised me when you said you read” You said breaking the silence. “really why?” he said turning his head slightly “i don’t know…you just look like someone who dosent read.” You say to him

“never judge a book by its cover” he said while as he laughed. “what made you get into reading anyways?” you asked him “oh..it was something i started doing when i was going through a breakup…kinda took my mind off things you know” he said while putting the glass down.

“oh i’m sorry” turning to him with a apologetic look written on your face “Not your fault..you didn’t know.” He said while shaking his head.

“Maisey a good kid.” you said a small smile on your face trying to lighten up the mood. “I did pretty well then with raising her…it was kinda hard with the whole breakup she’s a tough kid for her age..”

“If you don’t mind…what happened with your ex” relaxing into the couch some more “Long story…it was just a unpleasant break up..maisey mum didn’t wanna be involved but maisey would’ve done fine with her or without her..”

“Your a good dad mason..” locking eyes with him as he locked his eyes into yours.

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After you and mason talked you guys talked for a good hour straight just opening up to each other you didn’t really know him as well but now you did.

As you put your jacket on walking to front door we’re mason was also trailing behind.

“You know i enjoyed talking to you” he says while smiling at you “Same here” You said returning the smile.

“Well…i just wanted to ask you something-’’

he said before getting cut of by masiey who was heading upstairs “My daddy said he wants to take you on a date Say Yes! pleaseeee!” Maisey said with a cheeky smile on her face.

Mason stood there awkwardly a faint redness on his cheek as he scratched the back of his head when he was in a awkward situation.

“So…What do you say next week Thursday?” He said he looked like he was shy how cute you thought.

“you know what…I’m free so that’s a yes..” Smiling at him.

“So it’s date..well lunch whatever you want to call it..”

“Yay! Daddy has a date!!!” maisey said while running up stairs.

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How lovely a date. Nothing could go wrong could it?

This one was kinda rushed there might be a few typos and messed up sentences sorry! This also hasn’t been proof read!

Hope you enjoyed it.

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evolutionsvoid · 9 months

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I must say that animals are quite the architects sometimes. I feel like it doesn't get acknowledged enough. Us sapient species like to pretend that we are the only ones who do it, that no simple creature could ever achieve such a thing. But look at the intricate nests of birds, the incredible spires of the Mountain Makers and the gorgeous weaving of spiders! How can we pretend these are inferior? Each are so beautiful in their own right, and impressive in their design and complexities! I would say that there are many animals out there that earn the title of "builder" and "architect." In the case of the Mason Maw Carcolh, it is right in the name!

Mason Maw Carcolhs are certainly a member of the Carcolh family, being large shelled mollusks who are known for their impressive size, appetite and adaptations. The Mason Maw is one that shares a similar range with the regular Lou Carcolh, though they tend for rockier areas, but there is no way you would ever get the two confused! First off is that blazing orange color they have! Quite gorgeous and eye catching! Then comes their shell, or what stands in place of their shell. Mason Maws do have shells like the majority of their family, but you rarely ever see them because they are always buried beneath these odd stone constructions. In fact, a whole lot of the Mason Maw is covered in these rocky plates and growths! What's the deal? Do they carve stone and wear it like armor? Not really! The secret behind these structures can be found with the Mason Maws.....well....maw.

These carcolhs have a noticeable pouch formed around their radula, and here the snail produces copious amounts of a gray sticky substance. This paste-like gunk is referred to as "mortar," and the carcolh fills this pouch with as much as it can carry! Maybe that should tell you about the origins of their name, eh? Obviously, though, mortar in the mouth doesn't explain how they have all this stuff on their shell and back. To figure out how that happens, just look to their oral tendrils. Unlike the Lou Carcolh, these aren't nearly as hairy or sticky, and they have special structures on their ends. Any builder or mason would recognize these shapes in an instant! They are the tools the carcolh uses to scoop mortar out of its mouth and spread it onto whatever surface it wants, be it the earth or its own body! Once the mortar is removed from its moist radula pouch, it will begin to dry and harden at a rapid rate. It can turn rock-like in only a few minutes, which means the Mason Maw must work fast! But once it does finish drying out, it can be just as tough as stone! Quite useful, and for a variety of reasons!

Just like its other brethren, the Mason Maw likes to take its prey by surprise. At the speed these snails move, you can certainly rule out the tactic of pursuit. These ones use their stony exterior to blend in with surrounding rocks and landscape, remaining perfectly still as it waits for food. How it catches prey can vary depending on the situation. In most cases, the Mason Maw vomits out a whole bunch of mortar onto its victim when they get close, and the paste sticks fast to fur and hide. The weight and stickiness alone can slow food down enough for the tendrils to grab hold and reel them in. Even if they run, it won't take long for the stuck on mortar to harden. Victims will find themselves slowly petrifying, as their limbs get locked up from the hardening mortar and the weight becomes too much to carry. In minutes, they will be rendered a partial statue, trapped in this stony cocoon as the Mason Maw slowly follows their trail. I can't imagine how terrifying it would be, being stuck in these stone shoes as you watch your painful demise creep towards you inch by inch.

In other cases, the Mason Maw may set a trap. They can either find a shallow hole in the environment or dig one out with their tendrils. Whichever is the case, they then fill the hole with mortar til it is almost level with the rest of the earth. They will then apply a special mucus coating to this pit of gunk, which forms a layer that prevents it from hardening too fast. This mucus is used on their body in places they don't want the mortar to form, that way they don't get bogged down or trap their own movements. The Mason Maw may cover this layered puddle with loose vegetation or dirt, or they may leave it as is. With the mucus layer on top, it gives the reflective look of a pool of water. They then wait, and hope that prey trundles by and steps on this spot. When they do, their limbs will punch right through the disguise and moistening mucus, and straight into the sticky mortar. They will suddenly find themselves in a makeshift tar pit, struggling to get free. This is usually enough for the carcolh to slink out of its hiding place and take them down. No matter how you are caught, death by shredding against their razor toothed radula is certain.

This mortar sure is handy for making traps and catching prey, but what else can it do? Just look to its shell and see the answer! It is great for defense, creating stone hard plates and rocky armor. The Mason Maw layers its back with mortar to create this intricate armor, which protects it from predators. This prevents the Mason Maw from retracting into its shell, but it seems to work just as good! And speaking of shell, that impressive mass of sculpted mortar is their masterpiece! All Mason Maws use their mortar and tendrils to build upon their shells and create unique pieces of art! While it certainly works great for defense, it is also believed to show off strength, health and win over mates! I have to imagine there is a bit of pride in it too! While they certainly use mortar for the majority of their construction, they also like to add extra bits to it. Shiny rocks, leftovers from prey, random pieces of pretty junk, and even old armor and weapons! Infamous Mason Maws tend to have the armor and blades of knights and slayers built into their shell spires, carried like trophies of previous battles.

Some stories claim that the Mason Maw may trap live prey within these constructs as well! It seems improbable, but they do have paralytic venom and the mortar cures pretty quick. It is probably a rare scenario, but certainly a horrifying one! Imagine being carried around like a piece of jewelry, waiting to be freed by either heroes or death! Pretty freaky! Mason Maws work on these shell sculptures their entire lives, always adding to it or repairing it when needed. In some cases, the carcolh may be so old and intent on making its sculpture bigger that it can trap itself under its own weight! Making a shell too heavy to even carry! If this happens, the carcolh is kind of doomed unless something breaks enough chunks off to lighten the load, or if enough prey is dumb enough to walk right in front of the trapped snail.

Now you may be wondering what society thinks of these strange snails and their intricate sculptures. They are still flesh eating mollusks who won't hesitate to go after any meat in front of them, but do these ones differ in any way? Why yes they do! In fact, humans worship these incredible snails! Take another look at that shell and the mortar creations. Look familiar? Why, it looks like a castle! And humans build castles too! You seeing the link here? Indeed, humanity learned all they know about masonry and rock stacking from these incredible snails, whose unique adaptations ignited a whole new era for humanity. They saw the wondrous mortar and witnessed its use in building great spires and binding one rock to another. From there they were inspired, and they wound up creating the very castles and walls you see to this very day! Why, it is hard to imagine what would have happened to man if they never met a Mason Maw! Would they have ever stumbled upon the secret technique of sticking two bricks together? Well, I think....that I am totally messing with you.

No, humans did not learn how to build stone structures from Mason Maws, I was just being a goof. It is mainly because I keep reading about stuff where some people love to attribute great creations to anyone and anything save for the people who actually made them. They love their fantastical ideas of knowledge from the gods or secret magics lost to time, all while the folk that put in the time and effort to actually construct these things get ignored. Kind of awful, if you ask me. So that is why I did the whole "humans couldn't have possibly built castles on their own thing." Wait, should I be explaining the joke? Probably not, but it wasn't the greatest one to begin with...

So what do people actually think of Mason Maws? They think they are impressive and intriguing when they are a good distance away and not ambushing travelers or livestock. Their shells are admired for their incredible structure and arrangement of random pieces, to the point where empty ones are displayed like art. Some folk even hunt Mason Maws to get the goods that are buried inside all that hardened mortar. I recall a tale where a jewel thief was escaping the law with a whole sack full of goodies when they fell into a Mason Maw trap and were devoured. The stolen stash was then added to the snail's personal artwork, suddenly making it priceless! A whole number of slayers, knights and folk eager for lots of money went running after that unwary snail! The poor thing! It was probably so confused why it was suddenly the most "popular" carcolh around! Sadly, I don't think these people came to admire its craftsmanship!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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Hey, since its August, that means its Smaugust! So that means I am going to aim to be posting dragons! So here's one! Another snail dragon! Though it isn't exactly called that. And yes carcolhs aren't dragons. Certainly not True Dragons! Look do you want the snail or not?!

#carcolh #snail #mollusk #lou carcolh #art #drawing #creature #monster

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harlstiel · 11 months

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***There will be spoilers for the Teen Wolf Movie below. Because I, like an idiot, actually watched the damn thing.***

Everything wrong with Teen Wolf: The Movie

• Eli's Mother plothole. Who is she? Idfk. Personally, I want it to be Braeden. He was born somewhere around the s3b/s4 mark as the movie is 13 years after s6.

• I'm not a Sterek person. I was actually extremely (still kinda am) against Sterek for a very long time. But this movie? I'm questioning a lot of things. What are the complicated feelings, Derek? Hmm? Oh wait, that's right. He can't answer me because he's fucking dead.

• While we're on the topic. Why, Jeff? Why. Not only did he die of fire (like the rest of his fucking family), but he died in front of his son. Derek Hale allowed his son to watch him die. I'm not saying Derek wouldn't die for Eli (because he absolutely would), but to traumatize him like that? No. The man who was kidnapped, tortured, groomed, sexually assaulted at 15, forced to kill the girl he loved, whose family was burned inside their own home by the woman who molested him... was killed off by burning him with hellfire.

• NOBODY making a move to stop Derek from sacrificing himself in the first place? Scott just stared. Stood there. Did nothing. Wtf? Even though Jordan could've just held Void himself, like, dude. You're a Hellhound. He's a werewolf/demon thing. You were destined to kill bigger.

• Derek allowed Scott to take in Eli? Excuse? The man who hates being a werewolf and his 17(?) year old 10th grade girlfriend who died before Eli was born, and who just so happens to be related to the woman who molested him and murdered his family? Yeah, no. Why not his perfectly capable(sorta) and healthy(physically, not mentally) uncle, cousin and sister. Or at least his Grandpa Noah, Grandma Melissa or Uncle Chris. (I'm a Peter/Chris person. Sue me.). These people have been in Beacon Hills and has known him his entire life. Scott met him once when he was three.

• What happened to Stydia? Like, you can't tell me Stiles just allowed her to walk out that door without talking in some way? He loved her for fucks sake.

• Jordan and Malia? I'm not saying it's bad. It's not, I actually kinda like it. But where did it come from? No buildup whatsoever. Just BOOM sex scene.

• Liam gets like, 5 mins screen time. Despite preparing to take on the role of Alpha in s6, he's like a side character put there just to be there. He slayed those 5 minutes tho holy shit.

• Liam doesn't say a single word to Mason. Mason doesn't say a single word to Liam. Why? They were best friends and had this seemingly unbreakable bond in the show but now it's like mom and dad are fighting and don't acknowledge each others existence.

• Speaking of Mason, why is he (a gay black man) a cop? This could've been interpreted as either good or bad depending on how you personally want to take it, but during the time this movie was in production, the BLM movement was still pretty big.

• It's an entire game of 'Where's Waldo' but instead of Waldo actually being there, Waldo is both a giant motherfucking plothole and multiple people. Where is Corey? Where is Theo? Where is Cora? Where is Braeden? Where is Kira? Where is Isaac? WHERE. IS. STILES?

• On the Isaac and Stiles Topic, they're the two that should've been there. Isaac had the Nogitsune at the end of season 3, and took it with him to France. Why do Hikari and Liam have it in FUCKING JAPAN? How'd it get there? Why do they have it? What happened to Isaac?

• Stiles. Where is he. You're telling me that the one person who probably knew the Nogitsune more than it knew itself, wasn't at the battle. You're telling me that Stiles, the one person able to out-fox a fucking fox on multiple occasions when he was FUCKING 17 wasn't there? In all his F.B.I. glory? Because ehe could've had Cora, Braeden, Isaac and Kira in tow, and showed up in the final battle guns blazing, killing the Nogitsune, and saving his pack in his tactical F.B.I vest fresh off a secret important case like sorry I'm late, had shit to do? Then Eli could've met his father's beta, his (possible, cause I love Derek and Braeden) mother, AND the badass F.B.I. guy whose jeep he steals 24/7 and had saved his father on multiple occasions? (Bcus it's confirmed Derek talks about Stiles to Eli) And a cutesy pack scene to finish it off? (With maybe some Stira, Stisaac and/or Stora cause he showed up with them and could be dating one (or all) of them)

• Each antagonist of the movie has (or at least a reason to have) a vendetta against Stiles. We know all about the Nogitsune. Harris hated Stiles' guts, albeit for no particular reason. Even Allison could've blamed Stiles for her death in some way (not that she would, of course.) It reads as though it was written for DOB but when he didn't want to do it, they decided not to rewrite it as such.

• Why Mr. Harris in the first place-? Like, he was one of the sacrifices in S3A, so surely the NEMETON would've known he didn't actually die. And the fact that he still has beef with them just blows my mind :/

《I'll add more as I think of them》

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blogofsara · 1 year

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My Version Of Blaze Of Glory

Comments, likes and reblogs are allowed 👍 (the comic start when Rozetta crying and end when Louis is relaxing).

Special thanks to @sandys16world for the beautifuls drawings 💕.

For this scene I got inspired by a comic of @moringmark.

This comic is a scene from my fanfiction of my version of Blaze Of Glory, Rozetta can say what she thinks about her mother 😉 (Denise's reaction 😂, she deserve it!).

Littles details in case someone gets confused or doesn't understand: 1-Rozetta and Emilio in my AU are a couple.

2-David (he became chief of police in my AU and never had an eyepatch) and Heaven are in the Seabrook house living room with Rupert, Gloria, Ramirez and some dome members (Elaine, Rupert, Juniper, Barb and Wendy are alive in my AU).

3-Rita doesn't die and allies with Otto and the three Neohumans (whom I called Gene, Hunter and Aspen seeing them as triplets).

4-Nathan is alive in my AU and made peace with Kit (but in the zoo scene Nathan is not present because he was captured by Jackson Peacock, who became Denise's ally).

5-Zachary has been released from prison and is a University student, Cindy and Mason are still alive, Vicky is alive too but she is not present in the scene because she was captured by Coach Kirk (who became Denise's ally), Julian never k1lled Freddy and had a normal life and good relationship with his schoolmates and teachers (his father is alive and well).

6-Martine never returned to Paris, while Grace returned to Grimsborough and became her assistant (Cathy's reaction 😂).

7-the two Aloki children are Kai and Dakota (the names I decided for Delsin Peota's children) the newborn that the little girl is holding is Delsin Jones (David's and Heaven's son) notice Alex covers baby Sammy's ears 🤣.

8-Chris, Julia and Joe are alive but the first two are in the hospital after being attacked by the Neohumans enemies and Joe is watching them.

09-Louis is alive but serving his sentence (Zoe too is alive and is with the civilians in the cave).

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moltengoldveins · 9 days

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alright, TCU scenes in no particular order, but they’re all meant to communicate something about the humanity of the characters involved in relation to the act of creation and the appreciation of beauty or smthn idk-

Antarctic Empire has a very early scene in which we are shown Techno in his cell beneath the Pit, painstakingly enchanting his flimsy armor with scraps of stolen lapis and a pen he’s carved from a bone he took as a ‘trophy.’ This is juxtaposed with Phil’s introduction scene immediately prior, in which he is disguised as a young nobleman and is stealing things from partygoers while watching the fights. It’s revealed that he’s used the things he stole to enchant something to crack the spells on Techno’s cell. These scenes are used to show us that, while they may seem disparate, these two are actually extremely similar in skill set.

At the end of AE we get a similar scene to the one I just described: Phil darts his way through the camp before the final battle, grabbing supplies and food, only to join Techno in his tent and help him enchant their armor. The two sequences are shot nearly identically.

Somewhere in the retirement arc we have an entire sequence where Techno is embroidering and enchanting his cape using blaze powder, showing a clear connection between certain magical components and their effects.

Phil’s crows are at first assumed to be normal nonsentient animals, but there are plot beats (assumed to be plot holes) in AE that only make sense on a rewatch after Covenant’s reveal that they, similarly to Phil, are conduits of Death and capable of communication crime and conspiracy. Specifically, Phil knows where an ambush will be that Techno doesn’t expect while their relationship is still really rocky, techno ignores his advice, and Phil has to haul tail to save him.

We see Techno crafting the emerald earrings in an end-credits scene in AE. It’s a few long continuous shots and a lot of close-ups that obscure what he’s working on. He’s singing to himself as well. Considering the end of the film moments prior was The Throne Scene with the coronation (Kinda dark, violence was involved) it’s a an odd tonal shift. Phil calls to him from the other room, saying they’re gonna be ‘late for petitioner’s hour’ and Techno jokes that ‘he’s the emperor, he can cancel petitioner hour if he pleases’ but he drops his work and leaves, grabbing the crown as he goes. We get one last shot of the unfinished earrings before cut-to-black.

During Pogtopia, we have a long scene where Tommy and Tubbo (after the execution, before the Pit) are shaken and trying to rest in Tommy’s room. There’s no dialogue. They’re sitting on Tommy’s cot, slightly leaning on one another, in dead empty silence. Tubbo is shaking slightly. Without warning, Tommy’s patience clearly runs out and he gets up, puts a song on his record player, and pulls Tubbo into a dance. (I’m thinking something kinda jazzy and tinny? An old recording, like Beyond the Sea.) They manage a few shaky turns before Tubbo’s iron facade cracks and they both burst into tears, holding one another. We rotate to see that Tommy’s face is burning with fury. The Pit immediately follows this.

Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommy, Techno, Phil, Niki, Puffy, and Jack are all shown in various background scenes in the first trilogy to know how to knit, sew, weave, and/or crochet. In fact, the only character who cannot and is never shown trying to learn to work a fiber craft is Icarus Craft. The irony is rather obvious.

Phil has a medieval architect setup in his basement with a classic plaster drawing table (this is how the cathedrals were planned. The architect would pour plaster into a very thin layer on a tabletop, let it dry, and then use heavy metal compasses and tools to make thin precise lines in the plaster for their designs. They’d then fill the lines with charcoal or graphite and transfer the designs from there so the masons could access them easily) we see him using it once or twice, and at some point near the end of the whole series we see him teaching Tubbo how to use it.

Tommy picks flowers while out on a scouting mission with Techno (post- Welcome Home, Theseus) he’s carrying them in the bg for most of the scene and we see them in a jar on the kitchen table after Tommy’s betrayal.

#Molten wips #technoblade #mcyt #Technoblade cinematic universe #Tcu

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planterfulpieces · 10 months

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THE FAIRYTALE COLLECTION HAS DROPPED!

(And to anyone who gets grumpy about me blazing this whatever, just do not interact, yeah? I'm going to blaze every collection/product drop I do, so if you buy things, cool! If you don't, cool! This is a major creative outlet for me and I'm just having fun going through the experience of building a brand.)

To kick off our first art release, our Roses come in Patient Pink:

Hopeful Blue:

And Cheerful Yellow:

We've got centerpieces and desk decorations:

And little favors:

And just really freaking cute rose sizes for those Mason jars we've all got lurking somewhere:

You guys don't want to know how many days of this photography this took me. Writing the copy and doing everything for the launch laid. me. OUT.

Please check them out! Let me know what you think! Feedback is always awesome.

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holmesillustrations · 4 months

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Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

"The maid carried his supper to the stables." WH Hyde, Silver Blaze (Harper’s Weekly) Characters: Maid

[Swiss messenger lad] Harry C Edwards, Final Problem (McClure’s) Characters: Messenger

Colliers cover FD Steele, Black Peter (Collier’s) Characters: Holmes

"Sherlock Holmes examines the glasses." FD Steele, Abbey Grange (Collier’s) Characters: Holmes

"Before our prisoner had recovered his balance the door was shut and Holmes standing with his back against it." Arthur Twidle, Bruce-Partington Plans (The Strand) Characters: Holmes, Col Walter

"See!" she cried, "The miscreant follows still! There is the very man of whom I speak." FD Steele, Lady Frances Carfax (The American Magazine) Characters: Watson, Marie Devine, Hon. Phillip Green

"I heard him cock the gun, but i had got hold of it before he could fire." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Ted Baldwin, Douglas/McMurdo

"If I didn't dare things, mister, I wouldn't be in your service." FD Steele, His Last Bow (Collier’s) Characters: Holmes, Von Bork

[Interview with the clients] FD Steele, Creeping Man (Hearst’s International) Characters: Trevor Bennett, Edith Presbury, Watson, Holmes

"Shinwell Johnson's vivid black eyes were the only external sign of the very cunning mind within." JR Flanagan, Illustrious Client (Collier’s) Characters: Shinwell Johnson

"He sprang back when he saw that I was looking at him and vanished into the darkness." HK Elcock, Blanched Soldier (Strand) Characters: James Dodd, Godfrey Emsworth

"It was a head and a few bones of a mummy that must have been a thousand years old." FD Steele, Shoscombe Old Place (Liberty) Characters: Stephens (Butler), John Mason

#acd holmes #sherlock holmes #tumblr bracket #sherlock holmes illustrations #elim poll #oa elim

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talonabraxas · 1 month

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Temple of the Blue Star Talon Abraxas

The Initiates A Rosicrucian Magazine. Other titles: The Rosicrucian Brotherhood

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ksbbb · 1 year

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. “Don’t focus on them. Just focus on me.” Thiam 😘

Focus (thiam)

It’s been way too long for Liam to be feeling this way, or he thinks it is, but Mason argues with him about it and still tries to convince him that it’s okay. That sometimes when the brain deals with a traumatic situation then it’s only normal to still have negative feelings about something. Or about someone and different places. It’s not really something he expected to deal with so soon, but seeing his former lacrosse buddies from his other school, the ones that locked him in a cage at the zoo, and threw lacrosse balls at him, caused a mild panic to set in. Then the thought of almost losing control here during the war doesn’t help him any.

He can rationalize that they most likely don’t even remember him, and he is a werewolf now, so the odds of them being able to trap him in a cage again, is very unlikely, but his mind still hasn’t completely caught up to his rational side of thinking yet. He keeps telling himself to remain calm, keep his breathing normal, and to ignore any feeling of anxiety coursing though him. He tells himself this, but he still can’t force his mind to catch up, and he’s staring to feel himself shift as they draw closer.

“What’s going on?” He hears Corey asks, it sounds far away, almost through a muffled door, as if his body isn’t here right now, and he wishes more than anything that he could make himself forget all about his time here.

“Am I…I don’t know. How long does it take to get a drink?” Mason starts looking around frantically, peering into the crowd, as he starts to panic almost as much as Liam, and starts rapidly texting on his phone. It causes Liam to panic more and he starts to hyperventilate.

“We did tell Theo to get us like 6 drinks because we didn’t want to have to go back.” Corey’s voice sounds high, panic rising in his voice, as Liam starts to feel his claws poking through his fingertips. “Oh..he’s not going to shift here is he?” Corey latches onto Liam’s shoulder, his fingernails sinking into him, and if he was able to focus on something other than the constant memory bombarding him, he would welcome the anchoring touch of a friend, but he can’t find anything to center himself.

That night burns into his memory like a fire blazing in the dark, and it haunts him to his very core when he remembers the pain, along with the embarrassment of being caged in, and having to hold in tears from the constant yelling from his peers. Blaming him for the loss of game, because of his IED. His IED that caused him to lose it on his former coaches car.

“Liam…”

His fangs slide over his tongue, and he can almost taste blood, smell the fear from his own scent, and his entire body starts to shake from the control of holding in his wolf, and holding in his shift. He’s not a new werewolf anymore and Scott would tell him to use his anchor, but he’s not sure he has one anymore.

He desperately bites down on his lip, drawing blood, and anger starts to boil over as notices one of them laugh about something. His erratic breathing starts to catch in his throat, and he’s slipping. Slipping out of Mason and Corey’s grasp, his own mind screaming at him to do something, anything but let them get away with it. Is that his wolf, or is it him wanting to shift? He can’t find the difference anymore.

“Liam…”

A low growl leaves his throat, a silence surrounds him, he’s lost focus on anything else, he can’t hear, can’t see anything but his former teammates standing in front of him. His skin is itching. Clawing at him to let himself shift, allow his own fear and anxiety to overpower him and take over. To not allow it to happen again.

“Liam…” A hand catches his just as he’s about to lash out, his eye flickers with yellow, and he turns around to roar, but comes face to face with Theo. His hand is pried apart and Theo sighs, gently running his hand over Liam’s claw marks. It soothes him, and he starts to notice more people around him. He looks around him to find his former teammates.

“Focus. Don’t focus on them. Just focus on me.” Theo appears in his line of vision, shifting him gently so he can face him. Holding his shoulder gently, and still running his hand over the wounds on his hand that have started healing.

A small smile plays on Theo’s lips as Liam blinks a few times and starts to breath normally again. Theo leads him over to a bench, and he sits down, his anxiety starting to fade, and he is handed a drink to sip on.

“I was gone for about ten minutes.” Theo ponders to himself, and he playfully pushes Liam’s shoulder, as he takes a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah. Well…maybe next time we can do something other than the zoo.” He takes Theo’s hand in his, gently running his fingertips over his palms, and decides that maybe he might have an anchor.

#answered #waterloo #thiam #teen wolf thiam #teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar x theo raeken #liam dunbar #send asks #writer prompts #angsty but soft at the end #Liam pov #traumatic memories #thiam fanfic #theo and liam #short fiction

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