#maybe its better if it completely deteriorated in this way but like

[sunfloewer]

it’s taking everything in me not talk about a certain special interest that i got so good at not talking about but if i’m listening to taylor swift and watching doctor who again i MEAN….

#xoxo gossip jinx #no cause the only reason i want to us bc #marauders era tik tok is the most trenchiest TRENCH of hp tik tok #besides sn*ly shippers and anyone who loves that character #everyone is white and everyone is timolethee chaidjdhs #and ofc the (1) character of color is mary WHO IS GETTING THE MOST BORINGGGGG EDITTTTT #YALL KJOW THE ONE!!!! #THEY NEED TO BE EVANGELISED!!!!!! #if i speak on a certain ship i’ll be crucified but i’m willing to have an alliance #if y’all are willing to FIGHT FOR DIVERSITY #CAUSE WHY IS IT 2022 AND SIRIUS AND REMUS ARE ANDREW AND BEN??????? #LIKE IM BEGGGGGGING #WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING!!!!!!! #maybe its better if it completely deteriorated in this way but like #ppl are turning their tumblr experience into job experience #feeling like i could sell ideas to companies to make this shit better #it’s so bad rn y’all have u seen it #like i’m not being dramatic you’d think it was 2008 #happy full moon im a clown for this but it’s okay

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine one of the prospects hitting on you.

The clock behind the bar ticks but it's not audible over the music playing in the background. It wouldn't matter much even if it was - it shows the wrong time. The dust on its glass cover lays in a decently thick layer, similar to at least a dozen bottles on the shelf behind the bar.

You're slowly sipping on your drink. All the ice has already melted making the beverage taste mostly like an old freezer and tap water but you don't mind it, really. It is, after all, just a way to pass the time waiting for Jax to show up. Although you're not fond of that, you've grown used to it. Considering his line of business, there's not much he can do about it.

And there's not much you can do aside from waiting.

"Whatcha' doin' here all alone, doll?"

The voice belongs to a tall, lean man leaning against the bar just a few feet from you. He has chiselled features and well-kempt hair as though he mostly sits around. The leather vest he's wearing looks worn out and reused. A small patch on the front says "Prospect". His left forearm is covered with a tattoo of a mountain lion.

"Actually, I'm waiting for someone," you answer politely. To be fair, prospects hardly ever talk to you.

"Here?" he looks around the deteriorating and completely deserted clubhouse. "Must be a real gentleman to make ya wait on him, darlin'," he says sarcastically. A dry chuckle leaves his lips.

You furrow your eyebrows. "I'm so-"

Someone behind you puts a hand around you, the arm lays heavy on your shoulders. The mixture of sweat, motor oil and cologne is all too familiar.

"You can bet your ass he ain't," you hear Jax answer. You can't see his face, so you can only imagine the cold stare he surely has on his face. "Ready to go?" he turns to you.

"Sure thing." Leaving the warm drink unfinished and wetting the counter, you get up from the stool and let Jax guide you towards the door.

But then he stops with his face maybe a palm's length away from the prospect. Jax chuckles quietly, although his eyes show nothing resembling amusement. The prospect stares at him expressionless, if a little reluctant.

"This better be the last time," Jax warns him. To put him down another peg, he pats the man's face in a condescending manner.

Without waiting for the prospect's answer, the two of you leave the clubhouse, off to continue whatever plans you have for today.

#soa fanfic #soa imagine #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #this is so bad im sorry lmao #or am i #jax teller fanfic #jax teller imagine #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller

[rozugold]

Ok ramble time

Ok imagine you’re Tubbo. You just got your distant brother figure and your bestie off that damn mountain, though not in the most ideal way (I will make those comics eventuallyyy)

But that’s beside the point. You saved your best friend! You did something right for once! Except sike! your best friend hates you now, and you kind of hate him too (you let him know as much) then you guys stop talking. Which is fine, i mean, it’s not like he was your entire world.

You return to Snowchester! It’s a ghost town, obviously. There’s a memorial of you, decorated with fresh flowers and dusty knick knacks. The flowers are from Ranboo, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also been the one to upkeep your town while you were gone. You hang out with them a lot, they’re the only one who sticks around these days. They’re pretty sweet.

You try to go back to doing the things you did before you died. There’s those nukes you never finished making, so you work on them. And you work on them. And you work on them. And you get nothing done. Your brain feels scattered and far away, it’s impossible to focus. So you give it a break, you can afford to. It’s pretty safe these days with Dream gone, you know because you keep tabs on everyone on the server. There’s some strange things going on here and there but nothing too concerning. You hang out with Ranboo more.

Ah fuck, you two find a baby. It’s a piglin, infected but not fully zombified as it has enough thought to run up to you two for help. So you take it back to snowchester and give it potions to stop the infection. Ranboo is worried it won’t work, you tell him it probably won’t. But you reassure him that if it doesn’t, you’ll take it back to the nether to let it “live” out the rest of it’s days. (Do zombies live?) Ranboo spends the night in your attic with the piglin. He’s pretty sweet. Regardless you tell him to not keep his hopes up too high.

Next morning, it worked! You “dub thee Michael!” Ranboo is relieved. There’s a kid living in your house now.

There’s a kid living in his house now. The timeline becomes unclear at this point since I’m still figuring it out. But now that Michael is in the picture Tubbo starts getting worried. He realizes he has no way of protecting him. Maybe the syndicate come visit Snowchester and that shocks him into thinking about the nukes again. And so Tubbo starts throwing himself into projects again. And it starts getting ✨bad ✨

Honestly, It’s been really fun figuring out how Tubbo deteriorates because everything is so internal with him compared to Tommy. It’s obvious with Tommy, you could see him visibly fall apart (think his exile skins, he stops feeding himself, he doesn’t care when he takes damage) But with Tubbo it isn’t so obvious, atleast not right away. Sure his eye bags get darker and he stares off into space for a little too long. But he still looks put together. (Habitable maybe. Or a learned skill.)

Maybe he eventually gets the nukes working but they’re not as successful as he wanted them to be and that guts him. He takes it as another failure. What if he’s just cursed? Is everything he cares about forever doomed to feel like holding water in his hands? What is wrong with him?

I’m gonna share a song and explain this next part using its lyrics because I’m so ILL over it, it’s the most di!tubbo song ever. Throw on …Well, better than the alternative by Will Wood 👍

Tubbo’s feelings towards Michael is complicated… He absolutely loves him to death but he’s really apprehensive about being a dad. He has this fear that he’s going to somehow corrupt Michael and or fail to keep him safe. So he ends up becoming emotionally distant from him and at his worst he gives him up completely to Ranboo.

I think Ranboo and Tubbo get married as a joke at first. But Ranboo continues to love him so unconditionally and honestly and Tubbo catches a crush, which is absolute HELL for him at first sjdhdj. I imagine him being arospec so this crush is a completely new and surprising feeling and he doesn’t know how to handle it. So he doesn’t, and keeps playing it as a joke even as their relationship develops.

Also the repeat of “everybody’s up on everybody’s business” is very fitting for describing the server. There’s things to be developed here I just haven’t yet… I’m just thinking about the possibilities like the egg, the syndicate, las nevadas… hmmm

This song is begging to be made into an animatic because I can imagine Tubbo screaming at Tommy during this part. He was just trying to help the best way he could… yet things still end badly, and everyone ends up hurt… di!clingy oh di!clingy, they’re such a mess. A bitter, angry, grieving mess. Wait ok i wasn’t planning on writing grieving there but then my next thought was “who are they grieving?” EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GRIEVING EACH OTHER. o(-(

Ok that’s it. Phew that was a lot of writing. Here’s some drawings for your time

#distorted illusions #rozu thoughts #I’m so normal about my aus I swear

[factual-fantasy]

28 ASKS!! THANK YOU!! :DD

@nerdyskullcap

WAAAA THANK YTOIU SIO MUCH!! I WILL EAT THIS ASK WIRTH A SIDE OF RANCH AND CHERIGH IT FOREVERRR 💖💖✨💖😭😭

@foxythefox711

I do intend to get back around to my FNAF AU soon. Rn I'm just going through it™ and don't feel like dealing with all the work and effort it takes to draw those big comics.. I'd just rather draw simple ocs and random memes for now.

That's a good question.. I'd like to think that normally they would. But with Calico Jack loosing his leg maybe he's not as stable as he once was.. I can see the both of them jumping off of something and Kwazii sticks the landing but Jack falls flat due to his peg leg 💔

@khoiazo (Post in question)

Oh yeah I got Bonnet. :0 But thank you for the reminder! I almost forgot her too the first time around <XD

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THEM!! :DD And I'm glad you liked Coconut especially! I wasn't super sure of her design so this is nice to hear! :}}

As for the koopalings, they are in my Mario AU, I just never got around to properly drawing them for it-

Its intended that they live in Bowsers secret castle somewhere. Guarded by Kamek, Kammy and the entire Blue paratroopa population. :0

@ravenslog

Oh sure! No problem with that :00 Thank you so much for asking first! It means the world to me <:}}}

@citrusfruitman (Post in question)

:DD Thank you!!! And I'm glad I got the tags right <XDD

As for the Octonauts, Kwazii probably wouldn't be surprised at all XDD But everyone else would freak out. "Talking cookies???"

@minnesotamedic186

I know,, I know, I'm ashamed <XD

Making him look like Davy Jones was only way I could capture the personality I wanted for him 💔 My only defense is that he doesn't have a beard like Davy-

TH.... THANK YOUUU,,, SOO MUCH!!! 💖💖😭💖

:D Thank you!! I'm glad you liked it!! :}}}

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD 💖💖💖

Thank you so much! :D And maybe someday I'll return to transformers :00

@thedorkyidiot

Hmm.. I'd say maybe some of the game environments? Like the Minecraft title screen :0

@kaiserdarken

By default I feel like Funtime Foxy would be the better "performer". Foxy is a little closer to a Daycare attendant than he is to a stage performer. :0

@itsumikorokotoyomonoko

:D Thank you! I'm honored :)) ALSO NOO DON'T CRY IM SORRY-- <XDD

@ocinstituterep

I basically completely threw out 60% of it, heavily rewrote 35% and kept 5% relatively the same XD

Ohhh I see :0

(Post in question)

XDD I'm glad you liked it!

@luna-purple454

The idea is that Papyrus didn't kill anyone. But Seam doesn't know that.

What happened is.. something.. swept through the underground and killed everyone. It wasn't a human or a monster. It wasn't even really a person.. It was just.. something.

Maybe it was a sound, a song? And everyone stepped outside to hear it. Only to be obliterated all at once..

Papyrus for some reason wasn't killed. And he was left all alone. The event left him so traumatized that he.. didn't really truly process it? Papyrus just goes through his usual daily routine as if nothing is wrong.

The land around Papyrus started to deteriorate though. With no one to run the core and regulate the temperatures.. Hotlands cooled down and Snowdin warmed up. All the snow melted, the trees and grass became dehydrated and died.

There was no new food being grown or made so everything expired. Papyrus was left with just soup cans and non perishables. With Sans "not being around" to patch his battle body.. it started to develop tears and busted seams overtime..

This AU is horrible. And Papyrus has basically completely lost his mind. And he had nothing to do with it.. it just.. happened. They all just.. died. And anything else he had in his life started to decay overtime too..

Its a shame that this situation ended up making Papyrus look like the villain. If Seam had known the truth, maybe things would have been different..

@skywillow28022

In my AU there are not multiple chain chomps. There is only 1 chain chomp. And he is this huge disgusting pile of molten metal and teeth, whos very spine is bolted to the castles basement floor. Its this absolutely horrible creature, whos as big as a 2 story house. It makes horrible inhuman sounds.. and it always hungry..

Due to it being locked away in Bowsers basement, the bros have never encountered it thankfully. But if they ever did, it would probably try to eat them.. And the only power ups that could really damage the chain chomp would be the super star. Which is very rare and the bros haven't exactly learned how to control it yet..

@danman22ful

Thank you so much! :D And its not going to be Circus Baby's entertainment and rentals or Circus babys pizza world. And its not connected to Fazbear Entertainemnt.

I'm thinking that its a classical styled circus. Tents and all. They travel from place to place like old timey circus's did. :0

@patatalota

Its always a shame to hear when people found me through pinterest.. but I'm glad you're at the source now and you like what you see! :}}

I feel like maybe DJ, DA and Freddy might participate in their "birthdays". But Chica, Monty and Roxy?.. Theyyyy probably wouldn't be interested.. :(

@ghfhgkfngjvfnvfnvmfkf

I got plans for Lolbit don't worry XD

After looking it up on YouTube, it appears to be an ice skating act..? Its beautiful! But none of the Circus members are ice skaters.. :(

(Post in question)

XD Oh yeah for sure. Circus Baby and Freddy definitely manhandled him through it-

@beryl-shade

Huh, what a combo! I'm not sure what that would look like :00

Sorry, I don't take requests!

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #transformer ocs #super mario bros #fnaf sister location #seam deltarune #my ocs #cookie run ocs

[icarusignite]

Hey! I don't know if this is the proper format (still kind of new here) but I'm sending in this prompt for an Alfred × Reader fic. There's this idea for him that was stuck in my head a couple months ago. So…

It's set either S2 or S3 but it fits better in S3 or the break between 2 and 3. Alfred is really ill which isn't unusual for him, but this time he's taking a lot longer for him to heal and he's deteriorating more seriously than he normally would.

People in court start looking around for new healers and remedies. Alfred is also kind of desperate because he doesn't want to die before England is complete or Edward is ready to take over.

Reader, who is a healer, comes to court with the intention of helping Alfred. She's neither Dane nor Saxon, if you're comfortable with it she could be of Asian or African origin/descent (eg Father Benedict in S5). She's either Muslim or Christian, either way she's well read and a bit of a scholar (if you've seen Vikings: Valhalla S2, there's a female character that might ring a bell). She's also able to reassure him, like Iseult, that she's treating him with nature's bounty and nothing sinister.

Because she's a scholar (also maybe a Christian), Alfred is comfortable that she's not practicing witchcraft so this helps him accept her more easily. It also helps them bond and they become really close friends over the course of the months she spends treating him. They have fun banter and he's able to feel like Alfred, the man around her instead of King Alfred. Then he realizes that he has feelings for her.

At this point it could go any way really. Does Aelswith factor into it much or not? Does reader reciprocate his feelings or not? If she does, would she be comfortable giving into them and being a mistress? Is Aelswith even in the picture or is this a slight AU? Do they have a sad, happy or bittersweet ending? Idk

For extra spice, Reader could also be good friends with Uhtred or Finan which makes Alfred a little jealous but also sad because he thinks that she'd probably prefer the charming, handsome, potentially single, strapping man to whatever measly affection he could offer her.

Ideally, it would be fluff or smut but whatever you're comfortable writing is fine! Sorry if this is too long but I wanted to be as clear as possible 😅. I also understand if this is too much for a oneshot and you forego the idea entirely

Alfred the great x POC! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Heyy, so sorry this took literally eons to finally write. Thank you for your lovely request and also thank u for your patience <3 Hope you enjoy what I've done with your idea, and dw this will have another part where I'll explore their chemistry more. I watched a bunch of Alfred edits to get in the mood and ngl I'm lowkey in love with him now lmfao. 

Disclaimer: there might be some (a lot) historical discrepancies because I didn't line up the dates exactly but I did find out that the Golden Age of Islam overlapped significantly with the dates that the last kingdom spans so the reader is a prominent scholar from Baghdad. Also, Aelswith is dead (I'm sorry T_T) cuz I don't love a cheating trope even when it is sort of historically accurate. So we have single dad Alfred lol. 

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

Entering King Alfred's throne room, your senses were immediately awakened by the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and scents of Wessex. The room itself was a stark contrast to the opulent palaces and grand courts of Baghdad that you were accustomed to. The room was spacious, yet its decoration was surprisingly humble and simple, adorned with rough-hewn wooden beams and modest tapestries that depicted various scenes of English myths and prominent events. With a flash of triumph, you found that you recognized some of them from your studies of the English culture. A faint scent of burning wood from the hearth permeated the air with an earthy aroma.

You observed the nobles in attendance, or the ealdormen as they were called here, their attire markedly different from the splendid silks and jewels of Baghdad's court. Here, the people wore simpler garments made of sturdy wool and linen, in the dark colours of the earth as opposed to the the vibrant clothing the people of your home favoured.

Your gaze then turned to the throne itself. It was a robust wooden chair, its design austere yet imposing, lacking the grandeur of the magnificent thrones you had imagined English kings liked to occupy. King Alfred's regal figure atop the throne created a dignified presence. His clothing, matched the style of his ealdormen, long simple robes of a dull grey. The seat next to him was empty and you briefly wondered about his family. The chronicles you had read stated that a king's wife usually took her place beside him when he held court, but you did not know much of Alfred's wife.

Your fingers itched for your writing instruments, yearning to document all your observations and the happenings of the court. You seldom went anywhere without them, but now they remained tucked away in your satchel as you waited for the king to acknowledge your presence. You knew he had seen you enter, his eyes briefly meeting yours, even as he conversed with his ealdormen. Eventually, your thoughts began to wander and you couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between the scorching heat of Baghdad and the chilly bite of autumn in Wessex. your flowing linen tunic and trousers, so comfortable in the sweltering desert of your homeland, felt inadequate against the cold English air that seeped through the cracks in the stone walls.

You discreetly rubbed your tingling fingertips together, trying to generate some warmth, as the fire blazing at the hearth did little to banish the chill that had settled in your bones. Your longing for the warmth of the caliphate's sun was keenly felt in this unfamiliar and frigid environment.

Impatience welled up within you as you glanced around the chamber, noting the courtiers' stoic expressions and hushed conversations. The king's deliberations seemed to stretch on endlessly, and you found yourself yearning for the moment when you could finally present your credentials and seek the audience you had travelled so far to obtain.

King Alfred's voice finally called out your name, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"Esteemed lady, I welcome you to the court of Wessex."

The ealdormen, accustomed to the formalities of their court, were taken aback when you did not bow or curtsy as was expected. Instead, you offered a polite smile and tipped your head in a gesture of respect.

A murmur of surprise and disapproval rippled through the assembled courtiers. Some whispered that your behaviour was disrespectful, a breach of protocol. They exchanged curious glances, wondering how their king would react to this departure from tradition.

However, King Alfred took no offence. With a gracious nod, he signalled for you to speak.

"Thank you, your grace. It is an honour to be here."

Your accent was soft, lending your words a foreign intonation, and each syllable was carefully enunciated. You had spent months learning the language, and you weren't about to embarrass yourself now by messing up your pronunciation.

"I extend my deepest gratitude to you for undertaking such a long and arduous journey at my request. I hope the discomfort of the voyage did not prove too taxing."

"Your Majesty," you replied, "it was a journey of great honour for me, and I hope to make myself useful here."

King Alfred nodded appreciatively and then turned to a servant standing nearby.

"Please, ensure that the lady is provided with comfortable quarters and all the amenities she may require during your stay in Wessex."

The servant bowed in acknowledgment and stepped forward to escort you to your residence within the royal palace. You thanked the king once more for his hospitality and assistance before following the servant out of the chamber.

As you left the throne room, your observant nature couldn't help but take note of King Alfred's condition. Despite his attempt to appear at ease in his chair, you had perceived the subtle signs of discomfort. His favouring of his left side, indicating pain or injury to his right, and the unusually pallid complexion for an Englishman raised concerns in your scholarly mind. That was your purpose, after all, to try to diagnose and hopefully cure the ailing monarch.

Just when you were gone, the noblemen of King Alfred's court wasted no time in flocking around him, their curiosity piqued by the arrival of the enigmatic woman. They bombarded the king with questions and voiced their concerns about the unfamiliar customs you had displayed.

One nobleman, his voice dripping with skepticism, remarked, "Your Majesty, did you see that? She didn't bow or curtsy as she should have! It's as if she has no respect for you."

Another, eyeing your unusual attire and complexion, chimed in, "And her clothing, Your Grace! It's unlike anything I've ever seen in Wessex. She's clearly not from anywhere near England. What could she possibly want here?"

The murmurs of disapproval and suspicion spread among the courtiers, as they exchanged perplexed glances. To them, your arrival was an anomaly, and your behaviour had raised eyebrows and questions.

King Alfred, his countenance calm and measured, raised a hand to quell the growing unease.

"I understand your concerns, but there is nothing to worry about" he began, addressing their concerns. "The lady you have just met is a prominent figure from Baghdad. She has travelled from a distant land to be here and she is not here to defy our traditions or customs. She is a scholar seeking to further her studies in Wessex. Her journey to our land is a great honour, as it reflects the recognition of the importance of our own intellectual pursuits."

His tone left no room for further skepticism. He also did not mention the other reason you were there, as he did not wish to reveal the truth of his declining health. As the nobles filtered out of the room, somewhat still unsatisfied by his answer, Alfred couldn't help but remain still, his mind going over the recent developments. When he had first written to the Abbasid Caliphate to request that he be allowed to host a medical scholar at his court, he had to admit he was not expecting a woman, and certainly not one so beautiful.

The next day, Alfred summoned you to his private chambers for a consultation regarding his health. As you entered the room, he couldn't help but notice the change in your attire. Gone was the flowing linen tunic and trousers, replaced by a sturdier, more practical woollen English dress. The deep blue gauzy veil, however, was still draped around your head and flowed down your back.

The English clothing seemed to complement you, accentuating your elegance in a way that was both unexpected and captivating. The king, not for the first time, found himself admiring you, though he kept such thoughts to himself, mindful of the formal context of your meeting.

You, ever the professional scholar, maintained a polite and formal distance as you began your examination of the king. You inquired about his symptoms, listening attentively to his description of the pain and discomfort he had been experiencing. Your deep knowledge and keen medical insight were evident as you asked probing questions and conducted a thorough assessment.

After a careful evaluation, you began to discuss your observations and your initial diagnosis with the king. You explained your thoughts on the potential causes of his discomfort and suggested a course of treatment. King Alfred was grateful for your expertise, and couldn't help but be struck by your intellect. He had a thirst for knowledge himself and he appreciated the quality in others when he saw it. In you he recognized a passion for learning and documentation, one he held himself as well. After the medical examination, he extended an invitation to you to remain in his chambers and share a cup of tea. Initially hesitant, you eventually agreed, recognizing the value of the opportunity to engage in conversation with the English monarch.

Seated in the warmth of the chamber, Alfred began to share with you the rich history of England, its struggles, its triumphs, and its cultural tapestry. He spoke of the challenges of the Anglo-Saxon period, the battles against the Danes, and the enduring spirit of the English people. As he narrated the history of his land, Alfred couldn't help but notice how your eyes lit up with a deep fascination, even though you attempted to contain your enthusiasm. Your questions flowed naturally as you probed deeper into the history and culture of Wessex. You asked about the Anglo-Saxon kings, the legends and folklore, and the development of the English language.

You kept diligent notes in your little notebook, your hand swiftly capturing every detail of the conversation. Your keen intellect and insatiable thirst for knowledge were evident, and your genuine interest in Alfred's words warmed his heart. It had been quite a while since anyone had paid such rapt attention to what he was saying, and he found himself rejuvenated by your exchange.

As a lull settled over your conversation, Alfred's curiosity got the better of him. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned forward and said, "My lady, I must admit, I'm quite curious about the contents of that notebook of yours. What sort of information have you been documenting to take back to your homeland?"

You smiled, your demeanour more relaxed than when you had first come in, "Your Majesty, you need not worry. I promise you, I haven't written that the English are fire-breathing trolls."

Alfred felt a grin tug at his lips, but he suppressed the urge, keeping his hands folded placidly over his stomach.

"Well, you know, if we English could breathe fire, we might have an easier time dealing with our enemies!"

"There is a trick that performers back home use, to give the illusion of breathing fire. The science behind it is quite fascinating. Perhaps I shall explain it to you sometime."

"Ah yes my lady, you have filled your book with our tales, but have yet to share yours. Do you have any secrets from the East that you'd like to share with us humble English folk?"

You couldn't help but smirk at his words, "I'm afraid some secrets are best left in the lands where they belong, your grace. We wouldn't want you to start brewing Persian tea incorrectly, now would we?"

"I doubt it can compete with our tried and trusted English tea."

"You only think that way because you haven't tried Persian tea yet. Trust me, once you have, there's no going back."

"I suppose you make a fair point! Although, I must admit, the thought of trying to decipher the intricacies of Arabic calligraphy is rather tempting."

You paused, your light-hearted nature urging you to make another joke but you strictly reminded yourself that you were in the presence of a king. It would do you no good to offend him with an ill-timed statement. You were already apprehensive about your earlier comment about the Persian tea, although you were grateful that he chose not to see it as a slight. As if sensing your hesitation, Alfred sat up in bed and leaned forward.

"You are free to speak my lady, do not hold yourself back on my account," he reassured with a wave of his hand.

Still, you settled for a polite smile, "I was just going to remark on the difficulty of calligraphy but I am certain that if anyone would be able to master it, it'd be you, Your Majesty."

A small furrow appeared between Alfred's brows as if that wasn't the answer he expected from you. He could see you pulling away, going back to your polite, almost cold professionalism. Eventually, he nodded thoughtfully at you.

"I would be ever so grateful if you could perhaps show me the technique someday, my lady."

You breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a small smile.

"Now, about that notebook, if you would allow me to take a look?"

"Ah yes, of course," you handed over the small leatherbound journal to him quickly without further complaints. "But I must warn you, my handwriting isn't at its most legible."

Alfred accepted the notebook with a nod of appreciation. As he leafed through its pages, his eyes quickly fell upon your meticulously written notes. Your thoughts were inscribed in your native language and although he did not understand the words, your elegant looping script impressed him.

He raised an eyebrow and turned toward you expectantly, pointing toward a specific passage, "And what does this say right here?"

"It is a description of the English weather, your grace."

Alfred leaned closer, his finger tracing the inked lines on the page.

"Ah yes, English weather. It was raining when you first arrived, wasn't it? What do you think of our English rain then, my lady? I've heard it has a certain charm."

"Well, I believe your rain can be quite persuasive. It insists that one should stay indoors and read a good book."

Alfred's lips twitched again, fighting back a smile. It seemed that the new scholar shared his interests as well.

"A wise perspective, indeed. Perhaps our English rain is simply encouraging a literary lifestyle."

"Yes, your grace."

"My lady" he continued, a note of genuine admiration in his voice, "I must tell you, your handwriting is truly exquisite. Tell me, just how many languages have you learned."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his compliment. There was something sincere in his eyes as he waited for your answer, looking at you like your accomplishments were the greatest thing in the world. You opened your mouth to respond but then a loud knock sounded on the door and a priest entered.

"Yes, Father Beocca," Alfred seemed irritated at the interruption.

Father Beocca's eyes glanced from you to the king, and despite the fact that you were sitting in a chair quite some distance away from him, you felt a strange flash of awkward embarrassment run through you.

"My king, Uhtred is here to see you," the priest finally stated.

Alfred sighed and turned toward you with an apologetic smile, "Shall we continue our conversation another time then, my lady? It seems that I am needed elsewhere."

"Yes, of course, your grace."

You quickly took your leave then, choosing to take one of your books and go read in the garden. You had just settled yourself into a comfortable nook when loud boisterous laughter caught your attention. Turning your gaze towards the source of the commotion, you spotted three men, two of whom were dressed in the attire of warriors. Their boisterous behaviour was evident as they playfully teased and shoved the third man, who was clad in robes that resembled those of Father Beocca. However, a leather breastplate adorned his monk's attire, hinting at a surprising duality of roles – priest and fighter.

The two warriors were engaged in a lively exchange with the monk, their laughter echoing through the garden. You couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold. Their camaraderie and jesting reminded you of the Caliph's sons back home, when your father would take you to visit the palace.

One of the warriors, a bearded man with broad shoulders and a hearty laugh, clapped the monk on the back.

"Come now, Osferth," he said between chuckles, "surely your devotion to the Lord could use a bit of levity now and then."

The monk, Osferth, grinned in response, "Aye Finan, it is said that laughter is the best medicine, is it not?"

The other warrior, a lean and quick-witted fellow, joined in with a jest, "Well, if that's the case, Osferth, then Finan here will live to be a hundred and you shall die tomorrow!"

Osferth elbowed the tall man in the ribs, "Not before I knock some sense into you Sihtric."

Their jovial banter and good-natured teasing continued, creating a lively atmosphere in the serene garden. You couldn't help but be amused by their antics and the familiarity of their interactions, watching them for quite some time.

The trio of men eventually noticed your presence, and with their laughter dying down, they made their way over to you. As they approached, their expressions revealed a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

The broad-shouldered warrior, Finan, whose eyes twinkled with mischief, was the first to speak. "Well, what have we here?" he said with a grin. "A traveller from foreign shores, I presume?"

"Yes, I am from Baghdad, my lord."

The warrior, clearly taken with you, couldn't resist a flirtatious remark.

"Lady, I must say, you are a wondrous addition to our English garden."

You snorted at his attempt at flirtation.

Meanwhile, the monk with the leather breastplate maintained a more respectful demeanour.

"Greetings, lady, I am Osferth," he said with a nod. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I ask what brings you to our humble Wessex?"

You found the monk's polite curiosity quite refreshing.

"Greetings to you too, Osferth. I've come to further my studies here. Wessex has much to offer in terms of knowledge and history, and I hope to make the most of it."

"Well, my lady, if ever you wish to explore our English shores, I'd be delighted to be your guide," it was Finan who spoke again and you could not help but laugh at his words.

"Thank you, kind sir. Your offer is most gracious."

“Call me Finan, my lady.”

Your change continued as they asked more about you and your hometown and you asked about theirs. You found out that they were a band of warriors who followed some fellow named Uhtred, the very same Uhtred who was currently speaking to King Alfred. As the conversation flowed, you discovered that you enjoyed speaking with these men. Their witty banter and friendly demeanour made you feel at ease, despite the foreignness of your surroundings. You shared stories of your travels, your scholarly pursuits, and the cultural nuances of your homeland. The men, in turn, regaled you with tales of their own adventures.

As you continued to engage in playful banter with the warriors, you remained oblivious to the presence of King Alfred and Uhtred, who had ventured outside and were observing the lively exchange.

Eventually, with a confident stride, Uhtred made his way toward your group to make his introduction and Father Beocca approached the king with his concerns.

"Your Majesty," he began cautiously, "I must admit, I have reservations about entrusting your treatment to a foreigner, especially one from so distant a land. We must be cautious of witchcraft and unfamiliar practices."

King Alfred turned to Father Beocca, his expression thoughtful but resolute, "Father Beocca, I understand your concerns, but the lady is no ordinary foreigner. She hails from Baghdad, a city known for its innovative medical advancements and a center of learning in the Islamic world. She comes as one of their finest scholars, sent by the Caliph himself."

"I see, your grace."

"I have read extensively about the great Islamic civilization, and its contributions to science, medicine, and philosophy. I believe we have much to learn from her, not only about medicine but also about fostering understanding and collaboration between our cultures. They have succeeded in uniting several lands under one caliphate, so perhaps we might learn how we may unite England as well."

Father Beocca, though still cautious, nodded in understanding, "Your Majesty, I trust your judgment. It is my fervent hope that the lady's presence here will indeed lead to beneficial knowledge and that she will uphold the values of wisdom and compassion."

"Thank you, Father Beocca. Let us have faith in this unique opportunity for cultural exchange and enlightenment. Her presence is a bridge between worlds, and I believe it is a path toward a brighter future for Wessex."

Over the course of the next few months, you became familiar with the routines of the Wessex palace. King Alfred allowed you to shadow him throughout his day, believing that you could provide valuable insights into his own activities. It was a decision that would lead to a profound connection between the two of you.

Every day, you diligently prepared poultices and medications for the king’s ailments, and often you’d recite the recipe to him and explain the purpose of each herb and plant that went into it. He found that he trusted you completely but he was still comforted by your transparency and the efforts you took to explain things to him. Sometimes he would insist on accompanying you on walks and you would point out the various native English plants and their counterparts back home. You also documented the king's activities and observations in your notebook. At times, he would request to see your notebook, often just to admire the beauty of your script. He marvelled at the graceful lines of your writing, and the intricate calligraphy that adorned the pages.

Your interactions went beyond the formalities of your initial meeting. King Alfred, always eager to learn, would occasionally ask you to translate certain passages from your native language and over time, your bond grew stronger. King Alfred began to look forward to each day, eager to see your bright and colourful veil, a striking contrast to your plain English gowns. He would wonder which hue you would choose, and it became a delightful anticipation in his daily routine.

Your conversations transcended the realm of duty and scholarly pursuits. The two of you shared your favourite books, discussing the nuances of various works and debating the merits of different translations. Your insights challenged Alfred's own understanding, and he cherished these moments of intellectual stimulation.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Alfred realized that you had become an important fixture in his life. your presence was a source of inspiration, a reminder of the power of knowledge, and a testament to the potential for understanding and collaboration between different cultures.

He found himself thinking of you when he was apart from you, reminiscing about how your eyes would dance with mirth as you argued with him about the inaccuracies of translated works, or how your laughter would fill the palace corridors. You had not only enriched his pursuit of knowledge but had also touched his heart, becoming a cherished friend and confidante in the process.

Alfred could still vividly recall the way you had looked at him with genuine wonder and appreciation when he had shown you his humble library. He knew that compared to the great libraries of Alexandria and Baghdad, his collection was modest, but you had delighted in it all the same. Your eyes, filled with curiosity and admiration, had swept over the numerous scrolls and manuscripts, taking in the wealth of knowledge contained within those walls.

In that moment, as you softly murmured your thanks, Alfred felt his breath catch. He was struck not only by the beauty of your physical presence but also by the grace with which you carried yourself and the genuine enthusiasm you displayed for learning. Your voice had a melodic quality that lingered in his memory. It was a voice that seemed to breathe life into the ancient texts that surrounded you and the king found himself quite enamoured with you. The two of you spent many a late night pouring over scrolls together, and although he always kept a respectful distance, Alfred found himself wanting to brush away the stray strands of hair that fell across your forehead, having escaped the tightly bound coil you usually kept your hair in.

Tonight was one such night as the dim light of the candle burned low, and after a lively discussion on herbal medicine, you had fallen asleep on one of the ancient manuscripts. Alfred, his mind still buzzing with the echoes of your conversation, fought against the pull of sleep. Instead, he watched you slumber, his heart filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.

In the soft candlelight of the library, you appeared even more enchanting. Your thick eyelashes brushed against your cheeks as you slept peacefully, your features serene. Your form rose and fell with each gentle breath, a rhythmic reminder of the tranquil cadence of sleep. Alfred couldn't help but be captivated by your beauty in this unburdened state. The play of shadows and light highlighted the delicate contours of your face, and the soft glow of the manuscripts around you lent an almost ethereal quality to the scene. You looked like a vision from a dream.

As he watched your slumber, a sudden, unexpected urge welled up within him. He was struck by the temptation to lean in and kiss you, but he quickly banished the traitorous thought. What an absurd thing for a king to do, to force his affections on a guest in his home. Especially when he had no way of knowing if you returned his feelings. He would have to content himself with the simple act of watching you sleep, his heart filled with a deep and unspoken longing.

He also found himself wondering if you were betrothed, for you couldn’t possibly be married and still be here. What man would not accompany you or let you out of his sight if you were his wife? Although you had discussed many things, you did not stray close to personal topics such as family. You were only a few years younger than him and surely you had to have someone in your life. And even if you didn’t, what could you possibly want with an ailing man like him when a woman as accomplished as you could have anyone in the world?

Such melancholy things plagued him as he eventually drifted asleep on the table across from you, his final thoughts fixating on what it might feel like to have your lips against his. 

#the last kingdom #uhtred #alfred the great #tlk alfred #alfred x reader #tlk uhtred #tlk x reader #tlk fanfic #tlk season 3 #alfred the great x reader #tlk alfred x reader #tlk sihtric #sihtric #tlk osferth #osferth x reader #sihtric x reader #uhtred x reader #finan x reader #tlk finan #tlk fandom #tlk x you #finan imagine #uhtred of bebbanburg #osferth imagine #ewan mitchell

[licncourt]

some thoughts on incest in iwtv

I already had this partially written for later, but I've received a few asks on various topics surrounding this issue so I guess I'll talk about it now.

In short, I think the incestuous themes in IWTV had a lot of wasted potential for psychological horror. I don't think it was necessarily a terrible choice if it had been utilized to its full potential, but that never occurred the way it needed to in order to feel like it made sense in the narrative. If I had to boil it down to a tl;dr, I'd say that the incest feels unnecessary and gratuitous in some cases because the deeper themes and story elements that are virtually always the point of Gothic incest are inadequately thought out and never feel like a complete exploration of the topic. Something like incest is so sensitive and so easy to use for cheap shock value that it requires a thoughtful approach and capable touch to work.

The psychosexual fixation Claudia develops on Louis in IWTV is the first and most fleshed out example of incest in VC and the most interesting, in my opinion.

As an exploration of isolation and familial trauma, I think Claudia's feelings for Louis could've been very impactful in the narrative. Maybe controversial, but I think incest themes work really well in horror and can be done in a way that creates something really compelling, and the groundwork for that existed in IWTV. Without follow-through though, it felt like an unnecessary disruption of the father-daughter dynamic which already held a great deal of tragedy in itself.

Before Claudia's feelings for Louis shift, I would've liked to see a deeper exploration of not only her growing alienation from her physical body, but also of her physical isolation. From the age of five, Claudia has been completely cut off from the world, only Louis and Lestat, her parents, as her companions. They've been filling every role in her life from early childhood and I think that's often overlooked as a contributing factor in Claudia's deterioration.

If that had been explored more deeply, that caged-animal aspect of her existence, I think her final escalation to incestuous feelings would have felt less jarring. Maybe there could have been attempts on her part to turn children her age or a fixation on another adult in their social circle, something to indicate to the reader where her mind is at outside of wanting an adult body for the sake of it and being angry at her unimaginably small world. I think the scene with the her murder of the Creole woman in the movie was a great way to express that actually, maybe even better than the mother and daughter in the book.

With that established more clearly, I think the turn of her fixation on Louis would have been more impactful, pushing the horror and desperation of her situation as she approaches her breaking point versus this sudden switch from familial affection to something sexual and romantic.

This dynamic is really interesting and heartbreaking for Louis as well. I think it's pretty clear that her romantic feelings are not returned by him (thank God) and he only sees her as a daughter, his little girl, but there are still a couple of reasons why he seems to allow this to continue. Firstly, he's isolated in his own way. He has Claudia and Lestat, but that's all, and as the years pass and his relationship with Lestat continues to deteriorate, he's left alone with all the emotional needs that are going unmet. He doesn't have any friends or other family or community and that's combined with an incredibly painful and stressful environment.

I think what's incestuous in the traditional sense for Claudia becomes emotional incest on Louis' part, the idea of a parent looking to a child to fill the role of confidante and support system to an unhealthy level. He's emotionally reliant on Claudia in a way that makes him desperate to keep her happy and close, but also is enough reciprocity of that peer relationship to feed into Claudia's fantasies. She wants to play house and Louis wants to give her whatever it is that will give her some modicum of happiness for his own sake as much as hers.

I actually think this was pretty well developed on Louis' end which makes sense because this kind of emotional incest is far less difficult to deal with in a literary and thematic sphere. It's a common phenomenon and doesn't violate taboo in the same way. You see where he's coming from, caught between his desire for true companionship and his incredible need to cling to his paternal role Neither approach is healthy, but at long last Claudia's reliance on her parents for all of her emotional needs are mutual. It's an equalizer just like their trauma bond was, but this also makes their relationship even more untenable.

In true Gothic tradition, the horror of incest in IWTV doesn't necessarily come from the act itself, but what it represents in the narrative. It's a mouse in a trap gnawing its own leg off to escape, it's repeating cycles of trauma the characters don't even know about, it's the total corruption of what's supposed to be incorruptible and the denial of the comfort that unchanging stability brings, it's being so alienated from the world that you only have your own reflection left to turn to unless you want to spend eternity on the outside looking in.

(For anyone interested, Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews is a book @sofipitch mentioned to me when we were discussing this topic as a better example of incest in Gothic fiction published around the same time where all these themes and elements are explored. I read the book after she brought it up and I absolutely agree with her. It tackles a lot of the horror themes I just mentioned but in a more deliberate way.)

#there will be no discussion of blackwood farm mainly because i think the book was boring and weird and idc #i might talk about lestat and gabrielle in the future though #vc #the vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #tvc #iwtv #meta

[walriding]

character info sheet.

Name. Miles Luis Upshur Ramírez

Name meaning. Miles -- Latin, soldier. Luis -- Spanish, famous warrior or renowned fighter. Upshur -- English, literally just means 'from the upper shire', but the fun fact significance is that Upshur was the middle name of the famous American journalist Bob Woodward. Ramírez -- Spanish, wise / renowned ruler / counselor

Alias.( ses ). Fun Mount Massive nicknames: the Host, the Apostle, the Witness, Little Pig, buddy, etc. As far as actual aliases, he's used various combinations of his four names on fake IDs before -- i.e. Luis Upshur, Miles Ramírez, etc.

two pictures you like of your character.

The money shot, the big cryptid moment, the only third person view we canonically have of Miles:

2. Probably what I consider to be the definitive Oscar-as-Miles photo, one of the things I saw and was instantly assured of my FC choice. It might sound stupid but Oscar is such an irrevocable part of Miles to me. I can't see him any other way, and having such a strong visual representation of him has always been a huge help in making him feel real for all these years:

three headcanons you never told anyone. Disclaimer that I have probably mentioned all of this at some point but it's been seven years of writing this guy and I fear I'm out of completely new material lol

He's never been much of an exercise buff but Miles used to be into running. He had a set circuit when he lived in DC and tried to keep a consistent schedule even when traveling for work. Never got to marathon level but did a lot of 5 and 10Ks, even a half marathon here and there. But it's not something he does anymore largely because there's... really no point. One of the benefits of being possessed and also kinda dead is you don't need to workout! Yaaaaay! Unfortunately without the endorphins and the satisfaction of exertion, running has lost its luster.

Prior to Mount Massive, Miles had a long-term boyfriend from college until they were in their late 20s. The last couple years of it were a tumultuous on-and-off-again relationship that started to deteriorate after he lost his staff reporter job and had to travel more. Prop 8 meant that same sex marriage was off the table, but they talked about engagement and building a serious life together. If Miles hadn't lost his job he probably would've proposed. But, then, if he hadn't lost his job a lot of things would've been different.

Miles is genuinely obsessed with roadside tourist traps -- giant balls of twine and other objects, weird architecture, fake alien sites, that sort of thing. The kitschier the better. If you're roadtripping with him and he spots a funky sign, he's pulling over.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

Listen to music -- he's almost always got tunes on in the background but will sit down and really get absorbed in an album when he can.

Read -- mostly current events articles, sometimes a good nonfiction book.

Drive -- loves driving around the middle of nowhere to clear his head, even though it's not quite the same without the Jeep (rip).

three people your character loves.

Not technically a person, but the Walrider. Judge him if you want, but after a decade he's accepted that they're fucked up soulmates that were always meant to be <3. It's been a slowburn enemies to lovers journey, but over time he's adapted and stopped hating it for things that weren't really its fault. He's gone from denial to acceptance to tolerance to feeling genuine affection for the Swarm. Maybe it's too complicated to really define as love, but he can't think of a better word.

@mslangermann in some form in all verses always.

People with conviction. People who stand up for themselves and the things they believe in. People who are thoughtful and who care about something bigger than themselves.

two things your character regrets.

Not being a better son and brother before everything went to shit. His life choices and the prideful stubbornness with which he committed to them drove a wedge between himself and his parents, which trickled down into a strained relationship with his sisters. In hindsight, they were just worried about him and only wanted what was best for him -- but he was too absorbed with his career and trying to piece it back together to see that. He regrets arguing with them so much. He regrets not making the most of the time he had when he didn't know it was running out.

Somewhat verse specific, but he very deeply regrets what happened with @mslangermann's husband Blake after Temple Gate. Murkoff picked him out of the wreckage and brought him to another facility -- Miles found him while trying to dig up whatever he could about the cult. Blake was completely catatonic, and probing around in his mind revealed that there was nothing left of him mentally, either. Rather than leave him to suffer in Murkoff's hands, Miles elected to put him out of his misery. And still hasn't told Lynn. He doesn't regret doing it -- truly, there were no options that would have saved Blake -- but he regrets not being honest with her. He also blames himself a bit for not finding him sooner and possibly preventing tragedy.

three phobias your character has.

the dark

confined spaces

heights

tagged by : @demcnsinmymind ty!!! tagging: @cyberpawn, @slidethirtysix, @paramnesias

#long post #it's been a hot minute since i've really done an in depth meme for miles #i miss rambling about him <3 #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

[psyga315]

Revisiting A Raccoon Whose Actor Caused A Lot Of Problems, A Rewrite of RWBY Volume 9 Chapter 2: Altercation at the Auspicious Auction

Previously

RWBY spend the next minute or so coming to the conclusion that this is the tale of The Girl Who Fell Through the World. Because of how last minute the story was brought up (it was first mentioned in Witch) despite how well known of a children’s story it was, it got me to think of an idea where Weiss, Blake, and Yang’s interpretation of Alyx didn’t come from just their interpretations of her, but also how the book was published.

Let me explain: Each of the cast for this Volume save for Ruby and Yang was raised in a different setting and thus a different culture. When adapting a story to a different part of the world, sometimes people change the story to tie better with that culture’s themes. It’s why Brock insists Ash tries the jelly donuts even though they look more like rice balls.

Especially since we don’t even know how long ago the original story was published (it’s implied via the pre-CNR names and Jaune’s age that it’s at least more than 80 years ago), it’s reasonable to assume that the story got tons of adaptations with different interpretations, so when WBY talk about the story, they bring up certain scenes that just don’t line up with their versions. Hell, even the name of the realm they’re in is different in their versions. Blake thinks it’s called the Everthorne, Weiss thinks it’s literally the center of the Earth, and Yang is closer to the truth, thinking it’s called Aftan.  

This comes especially true with how they interpret Alyx. Blake sees her as someone who trouble always followed, Weiss sees her as someone who just wanted to go home and did whatever she needed to, and Yang only saw her as a hypocrite who lied and cheated her way out. Interestingly, all of what they say are projections of their innermost selves.

Ruby, however, says something that should have set red flags but they ignore it: “Maybe Alyx was doing what she needed to in order to survive… but just screwed everything up and caused more trouble…” Instead, they take that as the valid interpretation.

The question though is where to go, as even the chain of events are different in their versions. Little only vaguely knows of Alyx from the stories that his tribe has told of her, but it’s mostly in hushed whispers. Problem is that because even Afteran mice don’t have a long enough lifespan (i.e. they have very simple purposes), none of them have a good memory of Alyx.

However, Little does have something worth their salt in this story compared to Sir Sleeps-a-Lot in the original. We see RWBY try to get past the Jungle Acre, only to find get themselves lost. However, Little is able to point them in the right direction, having an acute sense of smell.

This does lead to some debate on what exactly is going on. Whether they’re in the actual story of the Girl Who Fell Through the World or its setting. Though, Yang decides that she should get her arm back from “that thieving little raccoon”, who Little confirms is Jinxy, the Auction Acre’s ruler. Blake wonders if going for Jinxy is even a good idea, since the story had Alyx going over to talk with the King first, but after Yang’s insistence, she folds.

We’re keeping that Bumblebee Moment #2 because it’s extremely ironic that Weiss fails to notice Ruby’s deteriorating mental health yet completely picks up on Blake and Yang being horny for each other. Little is able to guide them out of the Jungle Acre and into the Auction Acre. It’s here that we discover that rule that there’s many different Acres and that they go for as long as the eye can see. This exacerbates RWBY because this means they might not find the Tree.

Little explains that the Auction Acre is a commonly visited Acre since a lot of business is done between it and the neighboring Castle Acre (as Yang later finds out when a soldier just buys her arm via royal decree), while Blake explains the lore behind it, since the chapters where Alyx visits the Auction Acre was explored much more in depth in her version of the story compared to Yang and Weiss’.

When Ruby tries to buy the jade marionette, Blake tries to stop her, saying not to meddle in the town business despite her clearly wanting it (and it later proving to be one of Penny’s weapons and it being some form of proof that Penny could be out there). Ruby will remember that.

A fight ensues that ends up setting the entire town on fire as RWBY make off with their goods. Before they have time to recoup in the Jungle Acre (and, more importantly, for Ruby to look more closely at the blade), some guards come and arrest them for ruining the Royal Birthday, taking away their items in the process (they didn’t take Yang’s arm though, since they believe it’s her actual arm), causing Ruby more grief that her team just doesn’t pick up on.

Ruby pleads with the guards that the sword is special to her and tells them about its wielder, but all it does is convince them that it will make a great gift. As they chuckle, we see Ruby’s sorrowful face turn rage-filled…

Cut to the flames now simmering as Jinxy is forced to relocate with his cart. Out from the remaining flames comes a knight in rusted armor that scares the shit out of him, though he says nothing, only looking at the path of chaos that was left behind as we end with a close-up of its helm.

#rwby #volume 9 #rewrite

[dark-falz]

Messages from Heathcliff Flowen

Flowen was able to leave messages on the terminals in Episode II through Olga's AI. Here is a list of his dialogue in case you needed some emotion today.

"IT" is reference to Dark Falz. (Long lore/dialogue post)

1.) I am not sure who will be listening to this message, but… This message will explain the truth about the planet Ragol. My name is Flowen. Heathcliff Flowen, Deputy Commander of the Pioneer 1 military forces. Our mission, the migration to the planet Ragol, was going well. The environment of our homeworld, Coral, was deteriorating rapidly… The Pioneer project was launched to search for a new home. We arrived on Ragol, we began investigating its suitability to support life. We then began readying the planet for habitation. But, selecting this planet was a mistake. No… That may have been the plan, all along… Ragol… We have awoken "IT." "IT" was way beyond what we could handle. "IT" was not meant to be discovered. This cursed inheritance from the past.

2.) The first time I encountered "IT"… That was when… We were well into the excavation process of the ancient spaceship. We were researching the remains of an ancient civilization on Ragol… To find technology that could help advance our science. That was our mission. At least, I was led to believe that was our mission. While terraforming and construction of the Central Dome proceeded on the surface… The excavation project continued in secret. No one could've imagined the huge project going on right under them. After long hours of hard labor, the excavation team finally made it into the interior of the ancient spaceship. But the celebration ended shortly after. We encountered "IT." … Everyone on the excavation team died. No one has ever made it back from the ancient spaceship since then. We were finally able to confirm the existence of a hostile lifeform. With this knowledge, we created an attack plan to remove the creature. I will never forget. "IT" crawled up from a vast abyss of darkness. It appeared to be mutating as it moved toward us. It looked like its "body" was cycling through the stages of life and death. … The force under my command was completely demolished. I managed to escape, but… I was badly injured. My wounds move, as if they were somehow alive." I'd almost believe that my wounds were consuming my body to take control.

3.) "D-Type Factor" That's what Osto said when he saw this wound. He could barely contain his glee at finding this unknown lifeform. Then he said to me… "Would you consider donating your body to the government, "For the good of our people?" And I thought… If my body could serve to build a better future for our people… So I agreed to accept the request, under certain conditions. Osto was overjoyed, and he said to me, "Your body will be the subject of an official government experiment." … What he meant was, I would have no say in what happened to my body. For all intents and purposes, my life was over. "The government will send a message to your friends and family back home "to announce your death." That's what he said. Even after accepting the fate of donating my body, I thought about it… The young girl who followed me to explore this unknown world. She always looked up to me as a hero, even though I was just an old man. What will she think about my death when she finds out… Everyone will eventually forget about me. My death was announced to the world, and I was transferred here. Maybe that was the beginning of the end. This disaster… This decision I made to donate my body could trigger the chain reaction that will uncover the truth of the planet Ragol.

*grits teeth and sobs like a man*

4.) I had no knowledge of this facility, until I was brought here. I was transferred to this island, far from the Central Dome. Surface and the seabed… The island is one giant laboratory. All of the top scientists from Pioneer 1 were there, waiting for me. Dr. Osto, of course, and even Dr. Graves, the Photon engineer… This was all part of their plan. … Soon, the experiments began on my body. I don't know the details, but the research seemed to span many areas. And from the look on Osto's face, the results were fairly positive. But then… I heared news of another sub-lifeform outbreak from the ancient ship. … … "IT" was still alive. Now that I think about it… The concept of death doesn't apply to "IT." We just didn't understand. That is why the ancients have kept "IT." sealed inside that spaceship, deep beneath the surface of this planet. Mysterious Photons… An eternal lifeform… Now I can see why all the doctors were so excited.

5.) There's something strange about the air flowing through the facility… It seems that Osto's test subject has escaped. Rumor has it that it's infiltrated the ducts in the tunnels. Once there, it injected the factor into native animals and vegetation, causing the mutations. … The Island's control AI has also been infiltrated. In the tunnels… Not only are the creatures mutating, but the affected machinery is going out of control. It's only a matter of time until the Central Dome is affected. Yet, despite it all… Osto is preparing to begin the final stage of his experiment. … "Escaped subject and artificial lifeforms in the Seabed's cage… "they were all only part of the experimental phase. "Everything is going as planned. "All this outrage will be forgotten when the experiment succeeds." They're planning to create the substance that makes the sub lifeforms, with their own hands! There's one difference though… They're using a human core, in hopes of being able to control it. In other words, They're trying to make controllable "Bioweapons" based on "IT." What could the outcome possibly be, basing their experiment on something I know they cannot control, let alone even understand!? How could Dr. Osto even think of creating an experiment like this? … No. He must have a good reason for trying this. He must…

6.) Pioneer 2, carrying the remaining refugees, is approaching Ragol… … I have been betrayed by the government. One condition I asked in exchange for donating my body for the experiment was to send a message to the government on Coral, the homeworld. The message was… "Suspend the second migration to the planet Ragol." I should have known the message would never be sent. The people of Pioneer 2 will soon land without any knowledge of our current situation… I heard that there have been assassinations within the military. Probably the work of those blood thirsty dogs… Deputy Commander… hah! My blindness led to the deaths of my men… I realized too late how deep the roots of the problem lay. The Pioneer Plan itself. That's where it all began. But it's all too late now… No one can stop this insanity… … … I will no longer be myself in a matter of time… I hear footsteps… Someone is coming to get me. I have no will left to fight… My body is weak… … I'm fading away…

7.) [radio noise] … "…Explosion…" … "…Born from the abyss…" … … … "…Crew from Pioneer 1…" … … "…I could see them being engulfed…" … "…I could see it all from here…" *… [radio noise] "…I was already overpowered…" "…" "…Searching for…" … "…It saw my thoughts…" … "Something to serve as a focus…" … "…It wanted to evolve…" *… [radio noise] "…?" "…Why…" "…Left only that…" … "…No…" … "Not her…" … "…Not that girl…" … "…Please…" … "…Stop…" *… [radio noise] … … "…!…" … "…No…" … "…Couldn't stop…" … … … "…For all things…" *… [radio noise] … … "…She…" … … "…She'll…" … *. [radio noise]

8.) [radio noise] "…I am…" … "…powerless, yet…" … "…I have…" … "…everything…" *… [radio noise] "…In this dark abyss…" … "…I wait…" … "…for the savior of…" … "…the red captive child…" … "…My destruction…" *… [radio noise] … "…At the bottom of…" … "…the deep abyss…" … "…I wait…" … … "…Wait…" *… [radio noise] "…thcliff…" … … "…Flow…" …

Source 1 Source 2

#u sad? I sure the heck am #this games so fucking sad like flowen rico #DONOPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ULT? THIS GAME IS! SO! SAD! #PROFOUND SADNESS #this will be useful to reference in the timeline post whenever i get to finishing that #its a lot and its probably gonna be messy anyway sorry i'm doing my best #anyway this helped me understand episode 3 a bit better #pso lore

[loudmound]

sh2 roleswap: the monsters

ok so i’m thinking about it. the monsters in the sh2 roleswap are more indicative of mary’s feelings of helplessness and uselessness surrounding james’ illness and subsequent deterioration. (jacob is more emblematic of mary’s tastes and desires in regards to the sexual aspects of the horror in sh2.) a lot of her monsters would have visual motifs of locks, chains, restraints, bars surrounding body parts that look like cages, and general indications of feeling trapped and unable to do anything as that what hangs heavy on mary’s psyche.

i think the lying figures in the base game can be an expy, and they would sport james’ physical form: tall, broad, muscular, but there is a sort of pathetic, wounded prey animal aspect to them. they’re almost always injured in some way and limp around making sad, guttural noises. they still spew noxious fumes whenever they get close to mary, but when they hit the ground and you don’t stomp on them, instead of crawling around like fucking maniacs, they just slink around slowly, whimpering and moaning in pain, and it’s the noises instead of the movement that is startling and off-putting.

i don’t think the mannequins would be in this roleswap; i think they’re purely representative of james’ sexual repression warped into something grotesque and horrific. mary doesn’t really have those kinds of feelings in the roleswap since she’s been so laser focused on helping james get better that she’s never made time for herself in that regard. to fill that slot, i think a completely original monster that ties into mary’s workaholic tendencies would be in order. maybe they can still have a mannequin visual motif, but rather than it being legs, they would be a crawler type character that has a headless upper torso on either end that crawls around on its hands and leaps onto mary, scratching and tearing at her. they would also grab at her ankles and try to drag her down to the floor. they would also still sport james’ musculature, so they’re a particularly fearsome creature. think the speed of the lying figures in the base game crawling around when you meet them. i also think their hands and arms would be bandaged and bloodied, representing mary’s tendency to work herself to the point of exhaustion and injury, but the speed of which they crawl also represents her endless drive and tenacity to make sure james gets better. it mirrors the succinct simplicity of the symbolism of the mannequins in the base game but keeping it tied closely to mary’s character and personality.

the bubble head nurses would assume more masculine forms and attire, and would still retain similar elements of symbolism as the bubble head nurses in the base game, minus the sexualized nature of them. their swollen infantile faces tightly wrapped in vinyl represent the swollen nature of james’ face during the later stages of the illness, james being suffocated, the couple’s desire for a child. the symbolism is definitely more one-to-one in this regard, given that it more so pertains to the circumstances of the person having been killed and the desires of both parties. it would be interesting, however, to make the nurses in this roleswap have blood transfusion stands as their weapons like in the concept art for sh2, because the steel pipe the nurses have in the base game are a homage to harry mason (shouts out!). of course, the stand symbolizes the medical itinerary surrounding james in the hospital. the blood in the bag is low and some are even punctured and leaking, representing the futility of mary’s efforts. blood in this case can equal mary’s life, with james sucking it all in to no avail. no matter how much mary gives and james takes, it does nothing to make him any better. the nurses are chained to the transfusion stands, representing both mary’s and james’ unwanted tethering to this illness that is destroying him from the inside-out. they’re intrinsically linked to one another through this illness in a desperate manner.

the flesh lips are more or less the same, malformed lumps of flesh held together by a bedframe-like cage, but instead of feet hanging from the bottom, there are hands reaching down to grab at mary. they’re also under far more bondage, with chains and locks wrapping around the mound of flesh that’s doing everything it can to ooze out of its confinements, which can symbolize mary’s desire to escape the prison that has become of her relationship to james because of the illness. according to masahiro ito, the lips on the monster represented mary’s mouth, which said all kinds of cruel and terrible shit to james in the base game while ill, and in the roleswap, it’s still effectively the same. james wasn’t all that shouty, but he was still particularly venomous, and it still hurt mary a lot. the mound of flesh itself dually represents james’ sickly state as well as their broken relationship, warped and barely resembling what it used to be.

the creepers are just bugs, i think. love and light. mary has a hell of a time squashing those guys. the abstract daddy is also the same bc angela still maintains her role in this roleswap. it’s just james and mary that are swapped.

OH MY GOD, PRISM HEAD. WE LOVE YOU PRISM HEAD. prism head has to be my favorite monster to think about in this roleswap, obviously, bc it’s the pyramid head stand in! if you’ve seen the first post i made about the roleswap au, i’ve already extrapolated a bit on what visual motifs it has and what they represent, and what prism head itself represents. it is not a punisher. it is a teacher. it gives mary what she needs to realize about herself, contrasting with pyramid head’s role as a punisher and giving james what he wants in the base game. prism head is a manifestation of mary’s helplessness, her desire to be the perfect wife, and her desire to be useful and productive. it does not relish in the suffering of mary, and exercises a desire to dissect her, being that the first time mary sees it, it’s dissecting a couple of struggling mannequins with the tact of a surgeon but the brutality of a butcher. it walks around slowly, taking its time approaching mary, and attacks with its variety of tools on its belt. it can also attack with tendrils if its far enough away, but never strangles mary with them. it would only strangle mary with its hand when its close enough to do such. pyramid head represents the violence enacted upon others while prism head represents the violence enacted upon oneself. it’s ironic, too, because james retreated inward, self medicating and self harming while mary turned herself outward, thrusting herself into as many jobs as she could handle and externalizing her anger and frustration in toxic ways that hurt those who were just trying to help or people she cared about, too, which are also represented by prism head’s tools that it attacks with. i think that james took the brunt of mary’s abuses in the base game, given how timid he is, but mary and james bitterly fought in the roleswap. the violence against the self that mary continually enacts is her self-sacrificial, workaholic attitude regarding james and going to silent hill. no matter what, she will traverse through thick and thin to save his life. but, as we know, that failed. she was sick of feeling obsolete. she was sick of feeling like she could never be the perfect wife. she was sick of watching him suffer, the fights they’d have, the medical bills, the shitty bosses, all of it. she was sick of all of it. mary killed james to feel like she finally did something of use. mary killed james because she loved him. the reasons may have been a bit different, but it ended in the exact same way.

THE FINAL BOSS MONSTER WOULD HAVE JACOB (DISGUISED AS JAMES) TURN INTO PYRAMID HEAD AND HE HAULS ASS, SWINGING HIS GIANT FUCKING GREAT KNIFE AT YOU. RUN, MARY! RUN!!!

I THINK THAT’S IT! those are the monsters of the sh2 roleswap! i will do posts about jacob and mary’s relationships w the other characters in the roleswap respectively! thank u for reading smile. i hope u enjoyed.

#sh2 roleswap #mary shepherd sunderland #james sunderland #lying figure #mannequin #bubble head nurse #flesh lips #prism head #pyramid head #silent hill #stormy shouts #I'M A LITTLE BIT INSANE BUT THAT'S OK

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Giant Dracula Daily Catch Up Post Of Doom

August 14th to September 10th

Previous posts:

x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

August 14th

The atmosphere is so well built. Lucy is so very doomed, triply so considering the standards of genre convention, prior knowledge of the story, and simply being behind on the serialization and vicariously hearing how much worse things get. It’s such a slow, creeping tragedy.

August 15th

I completely forgot that Lucy’s mother has a deteriorating heart condition. I wonder thematically how that ties in. It’s such an interesting choice.

August 17th

I find it really interesting the way tension is building despite our protagonists ostensibly doing nothing. So many of Mina’s early journal entries they really have no clue anything is amiss so they’re doing nothing to even attempt to combat it.

It definitely falls in line with Hitchcock’s school of suspense, where the audience being aware of a bomb beneath the oblivious characters’ table sustains and builds much more dread.

I also love how the format of Dracula Daily gives us a bird’s eye view of what’s happening as it happens, and how Sister Agatha may have previously written her letter, but logistics simply haven’t allowed its delivery yet.

August 18th

I’m really intrigued by the claim that Lucy is NOT anemic. I love the juxtaposition that to Mina’s eye, Lucy appears better, and she is not sleepwalking, but meanwhile her dream is so eerie.

August 19th

The building dread is so good! Renfield is at his most Renfieldy, The trope codifier of a vampire’s minion. He’s generally so interesting.

I think Renfield is particularly instrumental in establishing Dracula as a force of nature, and as someone who has his claws in a large number of things. I think Renfield serving him greatly expands his perceived area of influence, because otherwise we’ve seen him attack Lucy maybe, and we know he was slowly picking off the crewmates of the Demeter and before that the people surrounding his castle. But those are still fairly focused horrors? You can still ascribe that to like a single character with a single goal, just out to be cruel and to have a meal lol. But Renfield (and the letters about Carfax to an extent) paired with these already existing things, work to imply a larger plan, and the general feeling that he’s a pall over the city.

Anyway I love Mina’s breathless happiness at finally hearing from Jonathan. Because it is so clearly short lived. Things are only going to go downhill.

August 20th

I feel so bad for him

August 21st

I do love the immersion in seeing how the logistics are playing out. And the way it continues to build the dread that things are developing and Dracula is furthering his unknown plan. I think how vague it is— just the very concept that he’s here and evil and wants to do something evil— is a really good way to build horror and mystery.

August 23rd

I do find it hilarious that Renfield refuses to run away when they want him to. And then later does when they do not want or expect it.

Also the epistolary format and the implication that this is Seward’s journal, and the entirety of his entries as opposed to simply excerpts, makes it really funny to consider from a Watsonian perspective. Stoker probably just didn’t want to bog down the book in needless detail that didn’t progress the plot, but the end result is that Seward is out here uniquely obsessed with this one patient out of the many. And the only thing breaking up his entries on this fixation is the occasional paragraph dedicated to being sad about Lucy.

Also I love Renfield talking to a bat.

August 24th

Mina and Jonathan are so cute 😭

August 25th

I really enjoy how this tells us exactly what happened but Lucy has no clue. It’s so unnerving.

August 30th

I find it fascinating how this book keeps dangling mini false highs in front of the reader. Where things frequently get better every once in awhile in very small ways.

August 31st

The juxtaposition of this next to the previous entry! Never mind, I think the implication is that she was just lying about feeling better so as not to worry Mina.

Also it’s really interesting the way both Lucy and her mother are grievously ill but neither is being made aware of the other’s condition bc idk it would be too disturbing for their poor feminine health lol. Dracula is such a Victorian novel.

September 1st

I like that we only get the telegram that Arthur is unavailable with no notice of how this effects their plans to get Lucy to a doctor.

September 2nd

Van Helsing my beloved!!!!

This must’ve been so awkward though after the refused proposal and all of Seward’s entries generally pointing to him very much not being over her.

YESSSSS MY BLORBO

I also love Seward describing him as a “seemingly arbitrary man”

September 3rd

Van Helsing just kicking Seward out and he’s like “I took the hint”. Sir. I would not call that a hint.

September 4th

I love this description very much but also lol at Seward being in his “it’s as miserable and ugly as my heart!! stage of melodrama

September 6th

I love that the 5th’s entry is just a telegram that “the patient is greatly improved” and then today we get a full about face and actually it’s an emergency, and things are very bad.

September 7th

Look! He’s good corn.

I forgot the transfusion was so soon. Poor Lucy’s on her way out :(

The transfusion scene is generally really good and marks the meat of the second act of the novel. I love when Seward and Van Helsing finally see the bite marks and that feeling of pay off, that they’re finally going to start piecing things together.

Anyway this was also very funny to me! And also the very concept that Van Helsing is old, and Seward is a flimsy goth nerd, but Arthur’s a jock, perfect candidate for the transfusion.

September 8th

The tension and dread continue to be great. That being said, I’m struck by how much of a non factor both Lucy and her mother are in the business of saving her. The mother if ever mentioned, is only an obstacle. She is too frail to be informed of the full situation, and too ignorant not to get in the way.

In the previous entry, I don’t think they even bothered to tell Lucy that they were going to either drug her or give her blood. Van Helsing offers Arthur kisses, *from her*, when she’s already unconscious. She really barely matters in the scenario.

It’s such a patriarchal, condescending perspective. It’s certainly not shocking, but it is interesting.

September 9th

Lucy being so happy and cheerful 😭😭

Also LOL at her feeling inexplicably close to Arthur, as in she’s actually somehow sensing his blood in her veins I guess.

September 10th

Ah, and Van Helsing’s random exclamations in German begin. Sir. You’re Dutch!

This, next to the suggestion that Arthur may become jealous if he hears that Seward also gave Lucy blood, is such an interesting stance to take in a vampire novel that is also decidedly not romanticizing the vampires.

I’m leaving off here because this is already ungodly long and I hit the picture per post limit.

#dracula daily #dracula #I ramble sometimes #*writer's cap*

[ikatako38]

TPWCH Fun Facts Day 12

Ever wonder how TPWCH got its title? It’s a bit of a long story!

Like I said on Day 9, the original title was The Aftermath. That is, the aftermath of Octo Expansion. But the story began to become so much more than just “What consequences arose following Octo Expansion?” It still uses that as its foundation, but it’s also a completely new story, flashing back to the time before Octo Expansion and stretching on long after it.

Still, The Aftermath remained the working title until some time before February 1, 2022 when I traumatized a well-meaning redditor with this comment:

But where did I get that exact wording? For that, we’ll have to turn to these two amazing renditions of “Ebb and Flow”:

(Tumblr doesn’t let me use timestamp links, but the timestamp you’re looking for is 5:06!)

Be sure to see the lyrics of the second video in the description!

You’ll notice that the section of Ebb and Flow played in the first version overlaps with these lyrics from the second version:

Life’s all ready

You don’t have to stay here

This place will leave you alone, alone

No one’s gonna hate you

(It’s true, I promise you)

Hangin’ by the wall or dancin’ with me

Let’s focus on the line I bolded! You can probably see where I’m going with this! I’m pretty sure that Cement City meant the song to be about general motivational stuff than the canon of the game itself, but it got me thinking. “This place will leave you alone” sounds a lot like Eight’s fears about his future after Ascending, with “this place” referring to the Surface.

But in TPWCH, Eight wasn’t left alone. Instead, this happened:

“There’s no way I’m sending you off to your new apartment alone. You’re moving in with me. I don’t want to let you out of my sight.” (TPWCH, Ch. 1)

Believe it or not, this is the single most important line in the entire fic. If this interaction hadn’t happened, Eight would have gone off to live on his own. Being one of the least savvy Octolings due to his memory loss, Eight would have been one of the first Octolings captured by the IU. Meanwhile, There’s mental state would only continue to deteriorate, especially after he gets the news of Eight’s disappearance. Both our heroes are neutralized. The IU wins.

(Maybe I should write something for this AU at some point lol)

Instead, Three and Eight end up together and have a fighting chance! And whether they succeed is for us to find out through the rest of the story!

Especially with the “Ebb and Flow” theme of the song, I started thinking about the dual nature of Eight’s experience Ascending to the Surface. It was all new and terrifying for him, but he could still hold onto the hope of finding something better than his life before. The promise of the Promised Land became Three’s promise.

At some point, an alternate, more optimistic lyric popped into my head:

This place will leave you alone, alone

This place you’ll love and call home, call home

And that’s Three’s promise. That’s his goal throughout the entire story: to provide a home for Eight, whatever that entails. And that’s why he adopts Tsuku, too. He wants to provide a home for Eight and Tsuku because he felt like he never had one growing up. And very soon, his motivation is going to shift from creating that home to protecting it.

But then… what is this place, exactly? Where is this home that Three has built for Eight and Tsuku? Is it the Surface? Inkopolis? The apartment?

The apartment might work as an answer for now, and it does stand as a strong motif of home in the series. But it’s not going to hold up forever. Without spoiling anything, the most I can tell you is that we will be leaving the apartment at the end of Part 2. And we won’t be returning until the very end of the story.

So if not the apartment, where is this elusive place we’re calling home?

What if home isn’t a place at all?

Mi hogar eres tú

Oh, yes. You didn’t really think I was going to leave out the title of the Spanish version, did you? It’s been right under your noses this whole time, and only the most observant of you bilingual readers out there might have picked up on it! The Spanish title isn’t a translation at all, but rather a complement. It completes the title.

Este lugar que llamamos hogar - Mi hogar eres tú

This Place We Called Home - My Home is You

And if Eight’s “this place” is Three, and Three’s “this place” is Eight, it gives a whole new meaning to the line:

This place you’ll love and call home.

I’ll leave you all off on these two lines from Chapter 1. The first one’s Eight, and the second one is Three:

“I love here, you know.”

“Maybe someday you can call it home”

[Part 2 of this post out tomorrow!]

#this place we called home #tpwch fun facts

[allenhalsted]

8 Sneaker Matches That Will Take Your Game To The Next Level

Sneakers have always been a popular choice when it comes to sneakers, and for good reason. They're versatile, comfortable, and can be dressed up or down depending on the outfit you're wearing. However, there's one thing that sets sneakers apart from other shoes - the ability to match them with different outfits. Whether you're looking for a versatile sneaker to wear with everything in your closet or an outfit-specific sneaker to take your game up a notch, we've got you covered!

What to look for when buying sneakers

When you're shopping for sneaker match tees, there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, make sure the shoe is fit for your foot. Second, make sure the sneaker has a good fit and feel. Third, be sure to purchase a sneaker that will compliment your game attire. For example, if you wear a lot of flashy clothes, go for a flashy sneaker. If you prefer more understated sneakers, choose something less flashy. Another thing to keep in mind when shopping for sneakers is style. There are several different styles of sneakers, each with its unique look. Some of the most popular styles include retro sneakers, basketball sneakers, and slip-on sneakers. Whatever style you prefer, be sure to find a pair that matches your game attire and style. Finally, don't forget to budget! A good rule of thumb is to buy two pairs of shoes--one for everyday use and one for special occasions. This way, you're always ready for whatever comes your way!

How to care for your sneakers

Sneakers are one of the most important pieces of clothing you can own. They’re not just meant to be worn daily; they can be worn for special outfits for jordans occasions and even for playing sports. You want to make sure that your sneakers are in great condition so you can take your game to the next level.

Here are some tips for caring for your sneakers:

– Make sure you store them properly. Store them in a dry place where they can’t get wet. If you spill anything on them, dry them off as soon as possible.

– Don’t wear them if they’re torn or have holes in them. These areas are vulnerable to damage and will only become worse over time.

– Moisture is the enemy of sneakers. Keep them dry by storing them in a shoe box or plastic bag when you’re not using them. If you do have to take them out of the box, make sure they’re completely dry before putting them back in.

How to improve your sneakers' performance

Sneaker matchmaking can take your game to the next level by optimizing your sneaker match for the best performance.

Get a pair of sneakers that fit well. The best way to improve your sneakers' performance is to get a pair that fits well. If they're too tight or too big, you'll likely experience reduced movement and decreased comfort

Care for your sneakers properly. Make sure they're cleaned regularly and stored in a dry place away from direct sunlight or heat. This will help them last longer and perform better.

Match your sneakers with the right shoes. When you're shopping for sneakers, make sure to choose a pair of shoes that match their intended use - running shoes for running, basketball shoes for playing basketball, and so on. This will ensure maximum performance and comfort.

What to do if your sneakers start to deteriorate

If you're like most people, you love your sneakers. You take good care of them, and you hope that they'll last you for a long time. But sometimes, things happen. Your sneakers start to lose their shine and their colour. Maybe they start to wear down too easily. In any case, there's no need to let your sneakers go to waste. Here are some tips on how to restore them to their former glory.

Conclusion

Remove the shoes from the shoe mat. This will help to prevent the dirt and sweat from damaging the shoes further. Clean the shoes with a damp cloth or sponge. Be sure to clean all of the dirt and grease off of the shoes. Apply a new coat of polish or wax to the shoes. Be sure to apply it evenly across the entire shoe. Place the shoes back on the shoe mat and allow them to dry completely.

#sneaker tees #matchkicks #matching tees

[low-income-seniors-assistance]

What to Look for in a Nursing

As people age, they are faced with the prospect of modifying their perky arrangements, especially if they living alone or with a spouse. past outdated age accompanies health concerns and mobility pressures, they can no longer deny the fact that they could living better with the opinion of others. If you are misfortune from any kind of sickness needing constant nursing and accomplishing personal tasks is proving to be a difficult piece of decree for you, maybe its era to judge perky in a nursing home. Planning to come is the best situation you could get and you could pick the right area to age even if you still have a unquestionable mind.

Where to go requires a good deal of thinking. Your perky bargain depends on your financial capabilities although there are a lot of senior housing programs that are subsidized by the government. What should you see for in a nursing home?

A home-like facility

Leaving your home for a nursing one can be quite overwhelming because home is where memories are but it is one complete that you have to accept. You should attempt to see for a nursing home where you can feel a prudence of familiarity with the home and not a hospital-like structure. This way, the transition would be easier.

Easy permission to brute and medical assistance

You should see for a nursing home that could easily provide you with facilities with the dependence arises. Sometimes, you find it difficult to attend to your hygiene and you may dependence a hand even with bathing. If you're on constant medication, there should be somebody to remind you to endure your medicine. on occasions that you experience headache or any disorders at night, quick attention is always at hand.

Special care units

If youre in the to come stage of any mental disorders, which will most likely increase in the future, see for a nursing home past special care units staffed past trained medical personnel who comprehend your sickness and provide valuable therapy as needed.

Socialization and entertainment programs

Spending every morning in a nursing home can provide you a feeling of boredom and hostility especially if relatives and associates hardly visit. Loneliness is a danger most outdated people experience and one that they attempt to survive. pick a nursing home that could provide you past profound programs for socialization where you can have the inadvertent to meet other elders and fuse past them. rotate forms of entertainment should be comprehensible to provide you past various choices therefore you can get away past the monotony of life.

Physical Programs

A good nursing home should plus be equipped with amenities that could urge on brute work, which could plus be therapeutic for your deteriorating motor skills. Even a small look for gardening, exercise, or a easy mosey could be beneficial to your brute health.

Aging is something we can't prevent. valuable it may be, you can still provide yourself past a meaningful old-age existence as long as you tilt the complete to come and pick a better area to live.

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[thepolycarbonateshape]

A thought I wanted to remember

Today a dear friend of mine told me that he was pulling his three self-published novels from storefronts. I had two thoughts when this happened:

What the fuck. What happened

NOW I HAVE THE ONLY PHYSICAL EDITIONS (For those that know me it isn't surprised my brain acts this way)

I was deeply saddened by this news. He told me the reasons and they made sense, but it still left me sad. He had put a piece of himself out there, and now he was pulling it back in. I was sad, because others won't see that piece, and I was blessed with seeing it.

My friend has self-published three novels and one poetry book. He has long since pulled the poetry book, a collection of teenage era self pitying lines, and I happened to be the only person who ever bought a physical version to keep its memory alive.

His three novels were literary evidence and improvement over time. His first book, Walpurgis Hallow, was a "80s horror love story" that had gone from a short story written in Creative Writing class to a full fledged novel.

Was it good? No. Was it interesting to read? Maybe.

Due to the nature of being originally posted to Wattpad, each chapter did not so much flow into each, as feel like individual beginning middles and ends to a story. It was also bogged down by things like: overly long character dialogue, page long speeches about concepts that had already been resolved and a distinct lack of understanding on how to right a climax or fight scene. Ultimately I would compare chapters to a Telltale Adventure game episode.

His second novel, "Shadows over Walpurgis Hallow", was a step in the right direction. It was written with one complete narrative in mind and shows, no longer a collection of smaller stories, Shadow attempted to be one cohesive narrative.

Did it succeed? Mostly. Did I still enjoy it? Yes

It was a tighter story that ultimately showed off the characters and ideas better than the 500 pages of the first novel had done. However it still suffered from some long dialogue sections about repeated conflicts from the first book and a climax that felt more "and then they won" and less "and this is how they won".

Which brings me to the final one: "Walpurgis Hallow III". This book took the longest to write, with the most revisions of any. Originally thought out as a spin-off story about alternate dimensions, it morphed from a days of future past rip off, to a battlestar galatica rip off to the final story that was published. And I helped every step of the way.

For anyone who is a aspiring writer would know, finding people to read your work can be quite difficult. By virtue of being one of five people who had read books one and two, I was strong-armed into helping read through drafts of book three. And it was a journey. The first draft (days of future past) was completely scrapped early on with only a few ideas from it held on. Draft two (as we came to call it) was the first one that had a beginning middle and end, however, around the middle it started to completely unravel. Due to deteriorating mental health of my friend the author, it became a confusing and ultimately scrapped mess. Draft three was the final one and the one that worked the best. We had taken most of the first third of draft two that worked, rearranged event to make more sense and created what was his best work.

Since then he has worked on a handful of fanfiction stories set in the Halloween universe and a couple new novel concepts that for one reason or another didn't work out.

I'm sorry I don't have a link to share with the world about these novels. I would love to tell you to go and read them and support my friend. But I can't, and that was his decision to make and as his friend, I support him.

So I hope everyone will raise a toast with me to Walpurgis Hallow: a series nobody knows, but I hold deep in my heart, written by: A younger....stupider.....brave man.

p.s. The friend I speak of actually spends a lot of time one tumblr and I follow him on here. I doubt he will ever see this and honestly that's good, want to keep those who know me personally as far away from these ramblings. But if this somehow ends up in your hands friend.....know these words come from my heart and I will always be there to help with your next project.

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