#mostly they stay in autumn and spring form

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Jack Frost Headcanons

Jack likes strong flavors, be they spicy, sweet, or savory. He likes mild stuff too- point is he'll try any food, pretty much.

Jack has good coordination and steady hands, and as such is very gentle when he handles most objects (and animals, and people).

Jack is a Ravenclaw with ADHD: he's not ambitious or trying to join the Guardians, who are powerful and well-known. His fighting style is more about maneuvering and strategizing than guts or power (unless you really upset him like when Sandy died). The being-easily-bored and good sense of humor would indicate intelligence as well.

Jack has a great sense of rhythm but dances like a dork on purpose.

Jack is a night owl.

Jack creates a proper hideaway for himself in Burgess after the movie. Something about the forming and confirmation of his identity in the movie makes me think he'd be ready to make a nice little home or even just a safe spot afterwards.

Jack's main love language is quality time, North's is words of affirmation, Bunny's is acts of service, Tooth's is gifts, and Sandy's is physical touch. Yes, I know North seems like he should be the gifts type, and he definitely does gifts like no one else- but he comforts Jack by talking with him, and Tooth tries to comfort Sophie with a (horrendous) gift.

Jack never yells during arguments. He's seen what it does to people who've been abused, watched kids and lovers be hurt and tried to stop it- so he refuses to even risk scaring anyone that way. Even before becoming a Guardian, Jack would never raise his voice in a fight- at the very least, never face-to-face.

Jack has a handful of scars, mostly from dumb accidents or crash-landings. He refuses to tell the stories. Everyone assumes they're horrible and traumatic, but in reality, Jack was just terrible at paying attention to stuff when he first started out as a spirit.

Emotions like anger, embarrassment, or attraction raise Jack's body temperature just enough for his blood to thaw and his heartbeat to get going. It startles him every single time.

Jack is fascinated by folklore and mythology and studied them extensively to try to track down other spirits to befriend, with little success.

Jack played at least one instrument in his past life (his hands would be suited to violin or piano, especially) and instrumental music still calms and focuses him.

Jack was a farmer in his past life and still has lean, strong muscle hidden under his hoodie. He could absolutely win an arm wrestle with Bunny.

Jack is a little insecure about his Adam's apple.

Jack's powers are stronger at night due to the lack of apricity.

Unlike the animosity that a lot of the fandom portrays Jack having with other potential seasonal spirits, I think he's buddies with the other seasons, they just don't see each other much due to minimal domain overlap. The spirit of autumn is his favorite, but he's very protective of spring (mirroring the fact spring relies on winter to nourish the earth). The other seasons all treat him like their baby brother.

Jack dips french fries in Wendy's frosties unironically. He probably dips their chicken nuggets in the frosties too.

Sophie made Jack watch gen 4 My Little Pony with her and he didn't think the songs were half bad. He would never admit this to Jamie or anybody else in a thousand years.

Jack thinks birds are cool.

Cats see Jack more often than dogs. He doesn't know why, but he's willing to pet most things that move.

Stay tuned for what will probably be a lot more of these-

#rise of the guardians #rotg jack frost #jack frost #rotg #rotg sandy #rotg north #rotg tooth #rotg bunnymund

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Eluzriel (Elain/Lucien/Azriel) Chapter Word Count: ~1k Summary: Fifty years after the war with Hybern, Lucien and Elain’s relationship has softened into comfortable, if a bit distant, companionship, marked mostly by the Solstice gifts they send to one another every year. And he’s fine with that. Completely, totally fine. ——— Elain and Azriel have had fifty years to learn how to navigate the call they feel to one another and Rhysand’s restrictions on their relationship. What they haven’t figured out is how to deal with Elain’s unresolved mating bond with the new heir of the Day Court… or the growing fondness they both feel for her mate. But perhaps, with a bit of encouragement, Lucien can be persuaded to help.

Part 1/3 of a fic for @sjmromanceweek. Read this fic on AO3 here!

It started with a pair of pearl earrings.

Well, it started with a pair of enchanted gloves, but Lucien still cringed to think of the way Elain never wore gloves and had never worn gloves. Really, it wasn’t his fault; he couldn’t get within ten feet of her without one of her sisters spitting fire, and then a war had been on, and then, after months of being not-so-subtly herded away from his mate and her garden, he’d finally taken the assignment overseeing the Spring Court and the mortal lands to give her the space she clearly wanted.

So he’d gone to a plant nursery in Spring and asked the kindly old faerie behind the counter what a female who liked gardening might want for Solstice. He’d bought the gloves on her recommendation, hoping they would at least fit Elain’s delicate hands.

He was pretty sure they had, but that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that Lucien liked to forget about the gloves. He was fairly certain Elain had donated them to one of Feyre’s charities that collected coats and blankets and gloves for orphans or widows or the elderly several weeks later, and that was fine by him.

But she did wear jewelry, and quite a lot of it.

So it started with a pair of pearl earrings.

Jewelry was easy. Jewelry was simple. Jewelry was hard to fuck up, as long as one stayed within the bounds of good taste. 

And Lucien had known for centuries that good taste was hard to come by in the Night Court, so he made sure Elain never wanted for elegant, classic pieces.

So the pearls were followed by a band of diamonds for her wrist the next year, and then a long rope of pearls to match the earrings, and then several bangles of twisted gold and jade that he picked up on assignment in Xian. A few decades passed where he and Vassa sent a joint gift of thick teardrops of turquoise or garnet or rose quartz from Scythia every winter, and Elain started sending back letters with small, thoughtful odds and ends. 

When he’d finally returned to Prythian, finally forgiven his mother’s secret-keeping and accepted his place—mind-boggling as it was—as the sole heir of a Solar court, he’d offered up his services as a diplomat to his new High Lord.

To his father.

It was then, when Helion dispatched him to give their regards to Rhys at the Hewn City’s Solstice ball, that Lucien caught sight of Elain wearing a pair of onyx studs embellished with her initials… as if someone were carving a secret place for her in the brutal dark. In a fit of something approaching jealousy, he gifted her a ring studded with fire opals that winter. Another year passed, and the next Solstice she wore a tiara formed from twisted vines of jasmine, studded with dusky amethysts and warm rose quartz and fat pink pearls—a new piece for the royal family’s collection, commissioned especially for a lifelong princess of the Night Court.

It was a tiara, he realized as he caught the barely there glint in the eye of Rhysand’s spymaster and information broker, that was meant to make a statement.

He saw her again at the autumn equinox celebration in Velaris—Helion had outright refused to send him to Eris’s week-long revel—with thick silver cuffs on each wrist, topped with cabochon sapphires as big as Siphons. Azriel caught his eye over a glass of whiskey, and Lucien could have sworn the shadows wreathing the tips of the other male’s wings were laughing at him. 

So he called in a favor with his friends in Dawn.

Nuan had teased him, but he secured a signet ring engraved with whorls that were just a little too reminiscent of his eye to be entirely innocent for Solstice. It even contained wondrous little mechanisms that whirred and ticked like clockwork, just a bit too loudly for the wearer to ignore. 

Elain sent back a new lap desk crafted of warm redwood that reminded him of home, and it wasn’t until months later that he found a small thank-you note tucked in a clever, hidden compartment.

And so the years passed, and suddenly fifty had gone by. The tension between them melted into comfortable, if distant, companionship marked by gifts and whichever family gatherings Feyre saw fit to invite him to, and Lucien was happy to leave it to rest. 

She was young—so, so young. She deserved to heal in peace, to find herself without a mate breathing down her neck; Lucien had decided long ago, when he first set out to find the firebird queen, that he wouldn’t stand in her way. 

Anyway, Elain made no noises about dissolving the bond. She hadn’t begrudged him when he took up with Vassa in the aftermath of Koschei’s defeat and spent the rest his fiery queen’s too-short, mortal life at her side—the faint echoes of emotion he felt from her whenever she was reminded of him were only ever happy—so Lucien shoved down the instinctual, possessive urges of the mating bond and left her to her Night Court intrigues.

That is, until the next Solstice, when he caught a ticking, whirring glint of gold on the Shadowsinger’s smallest finger.

But before instinctive jealousy or irrational fury or the gut-punch of betrayal could set in, his own clockwork eye shifted and focused anew on the fresh scar that ran the length of his third finger—and the invisible, thrumming band of power that stretched away from it…

All the way to the identical scar on Elain’s hand.

Happy SJM Romance Week, everyone!

#elain archeron #lucien vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #eluzriel #elucien #elriel #luzriel #acotar fics #my fics #a court of thorns and roses #elain #lucien #azriel #it’s smut #it’s pwp #please do not expect much more than idiots in love and complete filth with this one

[bee-dot-exe]

Hey, it's my first and absolutely not last, QSMP fic. I had the idea for three settings, and all of them made my stomach hurt, but I didn't want to choose, so voila. Apologies for the inevitable heartbreak.

You're Beautiful, But You're Not Quite Her

710 words

Angst. Nothing bad. Just Wilbur missing our girl.

I: Garden

The leaves rustled softly in the trees above, some held onto the branches with the last bit of strength they possessed, some already fallen on the ground below, all on the cusp of changing shades, an array of soft green and mustard yellow and umber brown.

The lake nearby ran gently and splashed against the shoreline, the fine lavender sand becoming a pulp like texture in places.

The kaleidoscope of autumn crunched beneath my boots as I neared my destination. The garden I intended to build with her. A tunnel of mostly sage green supported by mauve tree trunks. The ground was covered in flora, lilacs and roses and dandelions to name a few.

I found a spot that was bare, save for the olive grass, and sat with my back against the grape wood and my legs crossed.

I reached a hand to the entrance edge beside me, brushing some stray leaves off the surface of a block of black concrete, and rested it there for a moment, hoping I was making some sort of connection with my girl, wherever she was.

I positioned myself, put the guitar I brought from inside onto my lap, and began to play.

II: Lullaby

The moon shone down on the world, giving an almost powder blue tint to the areas not illuminated by the soft clementine hue of nearby torches, in place to ward off possible threats. I kicked the leaves in front of me gently, more as a way to stave off boredom as I walked than to create a path, but I wasn't going to complain that both were being done.

El cielo de las tortugas.

A large area that was technically underground but wasn't entirely blocked off, made up by dirt and cobblestone and moss, with a wooden gate at the entrance. Dozens of turtles with varying patterned shells roamed, some finding refuge in the foliage, some stayed in the open, curious of my presence. I maneuvered around the ones that were in my path or trying to get under my footing as I walked to a just wide enough hole in the ground.

The opening lead to a separate room, not as grand as where the turtles found solace above, but comfortable enough, made of sandstone. All that resided in it was a torch and a drawing on the wall of a tiny white egg wearing a maroon beanie with a peach background.

My sun, moon, and stars. Mi niña. My Tallulah.

From the painting, or perhaps behind it, was a melody. It was short, but played on an endless loop. There were no lyrics, just the gentle strum of acoustic guitar. It was what I played when she was lost shortly after our first meeting.

The ground wasn't the most comfortable, tiny bits of dirt and sand fell as the earth shifted above, but I stayed anyway. I didn't have any kind of bedding, but I laid down anyway. I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes and creating tiny trails on my face, but let the christened lullaby take me to a dreamless sleep anyway.

III: Amipola

There was almost more sign than room visible around me.

You're my favorite superhero. I have a lot of love to offer. Please never forget me, I'll wait for you, always.

I picked up my guitar from the cushion beside me, the springs in the sunny yellow couch creaking softly as I shifted my weight, and played. Maybe I was only filling the silence, the empty space. Maybe she was listening. A wooden chest sat on the floor in front of me.

An amipola for every day you've been gone.

Bits of emerald and burgundy were practically bursting between the container and lid. There were well over a hundred. I got up from the couch, took a couple of the flowers, and very gently climbed the ladder to her bedroom.

I placed a sturdy black chest in the room's center, and put in the poppies, a photo of the two of us, a piece of paper containing the chords to our song, and some blank signs for her to let us know she heard us. So she knows I'm back home. That I waited too.

#mcyt #qsmp #wilbur soot #tallulah #fanfic #creative writing

[callmesinpai]

Bookbinding Updates:

@erisenyo

I have it decided, but I'm still making some tweaks.

Wisteria for These Things Written

Wisteria Symbolism

Despite its potentially aggressive nature, the wisteria flower symbolizes something quite different in cultures that have incorporated it into their rituals or philosophies.

Wisteria in Buddhism

Jodo Shinshu Buddhism, also called “Shin Buddhism” in the West, uses a double wisteria in its official crest to form a circle ‌representing humility and an open and welcoming mind and heart.‌ The humility is inherent in the way the wisteria flowers appear to hang upside down, as if their heads were hanging down. The wisteria blossoms symbolize new beginnings and the fleeting nature of all things.

Perhaps more in keeping with its growing behavior is that ‌it also symbolizes strength and hardiness,‌ as it blooms earlier than many other spring flowers, sometimes even when snow is still present.

Japanese Kabuki Drama

A famous Japanese kabuki dance ‌Fuji Musume‌, or the “Wisteria Maiden,” illustrates the story of a young maiden who embodies the spirit of the wisteria plant: romantic and shy.

Victorian England

The Victorians are famous for flower symbolism and adopted the wisteria ‌to represent passionate love and longing,‌ represented by the clinging nature of the vine. Wisteria is not a plant that grows easily in the British climate, but the elite imported it for its rareness and beauty and came to associate the wisteria flowers with the phrase “I cling to you.”

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I chose wisteria for this one because they represent new beginnings. When we meet Zuko he’s hurt, he’s angry, he’s still trying to accept things about himself that he’s been told are wrong. He’s strong and ready to take on anything thrown at him from a boom-a-rang to the head to finding the avatar that’s been missing for 100 years (an impossible quest). Then we have Sokka who is learning how the world actually works outside the Southern Water Tribe. He takes on the role as leader making sure the other two stay safe (as much as he can) because he can handle the pressure. He greets each thing thrown at him with a (mostly) open mind and heart.

Japanese Maple For These Things Unsaid

The Symbolism and Spiritual Meaning of Japanese Maple Trees

There are many symbols of Japanese red maple trees, such as abundant blessings, peace, beauty, patience, survival, the arrival of autumn, and so on. It is common to see Japanese people plant maple trees in their houses to bring luck and add good value to their houses by believing in red maple trees’ spiritual meaning.

Abundant Blessing

Japanese maple trees produce “samara” fruit in large amounts during September and October. This is because samara is a winged seed that scatters via a northwesterly wind at that time of year.

Samara seeds are also edible during the springtime. However, also consult a physician before ingesting anything in the wild.

Peace

The Japanese maple tree is a significant tree in nature, or “kito,” which means calm, rest, or peace. The symbol of peace keeps people calm and avoids stress and accidents to create a safe and happy life.

Beauty

The Japanese maple tree is known for its elegance and tastefulness, which many people find appealing. Even its shrubs have beautiful colors. Like most trees in the autumn, momiji leaves turn red, brown, purple, and gold.  

Because of their beauty, maple leaves are a common motif in traditional Japanese clothes. Kimonos, in particular, sport this lovely look, and it’s a perfect design for both autumn and winter.

Patience

Because maple trees take so long to grow to their most mature height, they are a common symbol of patience. For instance, maple trees must take about twenty to thirty years to reach their required length or height. 

To humans, momiji further represents that we must take time to reach our goals. Rushing to our goals will only make things worse. This is why we appreciate the timeless beauty of the Japanese maple tree.

Endurance

Red maple trees in Japan are famous for their association of partial shade areas so that they can still grow mature and beautiful even though there is just a little exposure to sunlight. These trees reflect to humans the ability to survive without giving up no matter how difficult the challenge they have encountered or how bad the environment existed.

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I chose the Japanese Maple not only because of it’s beauty but also because in book two both Sokka and Zuko start to learn patience and endurance. They both struggle with these in different ways but this is where they really start to grow. Book two also brings us brief moments of peace where the two of them can actually be together even if we already know that they’re going to separate again.

Sakura for These Things Known

The sakura bloom marks the end of chilly winters and the beginning of the spring season. However, this is not the only sign of the sakura flowers. They bring in a lot more, including a rich history and cultural significance in Japan. 

A long time ago, sakura was used to predict the year’s planting and harvest seasons by indicating the right time to plant crops for farmers. Because of that, the beginning of the sakura season is seen as a sign of renewal in Japan. 

Sakura also symbolizes human mortality for many Japanese people. The short blooming period of sakura is often compared to the fleeting nature of life. The flowers are beautiful and brilliant during their strongest bloom, but then it withers and becomes fragile when their time comes, similar to the human life cycle. It reminds people that life is both short and precious. 

Japan also starts its fiscal and school year in April, during the cherry blossom season. Sakura, in this case, is a symbol of good luck and hope in Japanese culture. 

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Sakura is the most obvious. Not only was Sakura the first tree I picked and I couldn’t get over the way it looked, but also it represents their love for one another. This is the book where they can finally be together. This is the book where they try and make everything as right as they can. They’re still learning and fucking up but they love each other and you can really see it here.

#fanfic bookbinding #avatar #zukka #erisenyo #I spent way too much time reserching trees #also I had to rewrite my reasons way too many times to the point where I started second guessing myself. #Was this really why? #We just don't know anymore

[donkeytonk]

For @iamaweretoad. And for myself.

In the Garden

“How do you do it?” he had asked her when she explained her method of killing weeds. Sula still felt a little wary of Crispin, in spite of all she had experienced by now, in spite of all that he had done for her. He was still One of Them, and she was still an outsider. Even after her stay in the infirmary when she had begun to venture out in the town, she could feel with every bone in her body that she was not one of Them. And They could be dangerous.

But because of the avalanche, now they were all equals, or nearly so. They were all refugees of a sort, and coming to this strange winter palace had placed them all on new equal footing. Except for the Templars of course, and their darling Herald in the richly furnished tower, while Sula slept on a straw mat in the garden cloister. She called it a winter palace because it seemed like such a thing from stories, a haven for a monarch to escape the cold season. It was snowing out there, but in here it was like late spring. Some magic had kept it that way for many years, long after the place was abandoned, and the garden had continued to grow like a riot. What once must have been an orderly design was overgrown with weeds and covered in vines.

“You just take it in your hand. Here’s a good one.” She showed him where the strand of pearl grass grew, spreading its nodes of roots and popping up and hand’s breadth away, continuing on into the tangled mess of plant life. “And you just take its life into you. Its moisture,” she clarified, thinking it through. It wasn’t just the moisture; it was the vitality, the green, and she absorbed it like a wick. As he watched, she pinched the blade of grass between her fingers, and the entire strand dried like autumn and winter at once. She pulled it up and crumbled the desiccated roots. “You try it.”

She watched him concentrate on his strand of grass, and then it burst into flame, quick and gone. “I’m sorry!” he gasped, “I didn’t mean to do that!”

And she burst into laughter, rocking back on her heels and falling onto the flagstones laughing at him. His poor startled face! How? Why? She had trained quite a few children with the trick, but she’d never seen someone light the plants on fire. “It’s all right,” she answered, feeling a little impolite for laughing so much, but really, how could such a skillful mage be so bad at something so easy? She couldn’t stop. “What did you do, what happened?”

“I don’t know!” He laughed too, seeming to feel a little more at ease. Poor man. No one can be good at everything.

“It’s all right,” she reassured him. “I’ve just never seen that before, but no one cares if you burn a little pearl grass. I’d be upset if you burned the apple trees, but I’m just not going to let you do that.”

“There are apple trees in here?”

“Yes! Over there, with the white blossoms. I’m still finding new plants, but I don’t know how this place works. If it’s always spring, how do the autumn fruits form? I suppose we’ll find out if we stay here. We had a hot house in Markham. We had a cold house too, and I loved it. We could stratify and vernalize all year round, though nothing’s as good as nature for those cold spells. But nothing we did was as good as this! But how do the seeds germinate? Do they have dormancy? Is it ever winter? And how has the magic been maintained with no one here? When do the plants know it’s time to bloom or fruit? Could we support bees? Maybe not, with it being winter all out there. Have you kept bees?”

“Me? No,” Crispin answered with a grin. “I keep to larger patients for the most part.”

“Oh, of course.” She suddenly remembered that his friends called him Toast. She did not want to see the bee skeps in flames. “In Markham we kept bees. We were confined to our Circle, mostly, but the bees of course could go wherever they wanted. They probably went to all the farms all around us. We had flowers, but not enough on their own.”

In their Circle’s garden, every plant had a purpose, a function to serve the mages materially. Some were medicinal plants, of course, which she made into tinctures and poultices. Others were for food, and the mages sustained themselves as best they could. They brought in money by selling things in the market: charms, protections, amulets of questionable efficacy, and also her herbal preparations. They weren’t even magic, most of her concoctions. Any apothecary could have made the same thing. But in spite of the townspeople’s general distrust of magic, they thought that unguents, oils and even honey from a mage would be superior, and her Circle encouraged that belief. They had to make money somehow, after all.

But flowers. She was still thinking of flowers.

“There was a woman in my town – well not my town, but I mean Markham. Mrs. Mapole. She would buy my muscle ointment every month, and honey, and she’d say her arms were too weak to carry it all. Everyone knew, but she’d pay extra for me to take it home for her, so I’d go and help her kill weeds in her garden. But what a garden! She had flowers I’ve never seen anywhere else. Bluestars, and great golden bells on spires, ruffled pinks, and roses! Do you know roses?”

He smiled. “Yes, I know roses.”

Of course he did. “But these roses were incredible. We had roses in our garden for the rosehips, because everything had to have a purpose, but ours were ordinary ones with the golden center, with five petals. You know. But hers had dozens of petals. Dozens! Have you seen that? They clustered around like leaves of a cabbage.” She clasped her own hands together to demonstrate. “Yellow like the sun, and the most intoxicating scent. Her home was just a little cottage, but her garden was fit for a palace like this. She grew things just because they were beautiful.

“Like this little one. What is this?” She pointed out a blue flower she had found. It was too tightly closed for any bee to pollinate it. Did they work by nectar robbing? “I can’t tell if it has a purpose or not. I wish the gardener had left us some markers with names. It’ll take ages to figure out what everything is under all these weeds and minnow vines. But I don’t care what They decide,” she said, lowering her voice and glancing up at the tower. “This garden is going to be beautiful, and it’s mine.”

Her voice was firm and confident. Toast had never heard her talk this much, and he realized that it was the first time he had seen her look truly happy. Whether the Herald decided to dedicate the garden to growing food and herbs or to promoting spiritual contemplation, Sula was going to indulge herself. And unlike Toast in his own past Circle, he believed she knew how to have her own way while staying out of trouble.

“Then I think the garden is in good hands.”

“Healed hands, a pair of them” she answered with a shy smile. It was thanks to his healing that she still had them both.

“Yours look better than mine right now. I need some of your yarrow poultice after getting attacked by the thorn bushes.” He tilted his head to the place where the path had narrowed, crowded out by the encroaching greenery.

“Thorn bushes? Show me.” Perhaps they would just be locust briars, but that wouldn’t make sense in a castle garden.

He led the way and showed her the shrubs, massing at the back wall as if trying to escape. He could be forgiven for not having recognized them at first. They were almost like trees now, thorns covering the branches extended like trunks. The familiar leaflets were higher in the tangled branches, but the fruits were small, not like the round hips he knew from his youth. And just above his head, sun yellow, a marvel.

“Sula.” He carefully drew the bloom down for her, and its fragrance greeted them both. “I think we found your rose.”

#sula #sula rònøy #toast amell

[arofili]

4k follower celebration!

Prompts are currently CLOSED.

I recently reached 4,000 followers, and to celebrate I’m opening writing prompts!! Responses will be in the form of ficlets (generally >1000 words), unless an idea spins out of control.

Rules:

Anon requests are fine; however, when I crosspost these to AO3 I’d love to gift them to you, so if you have an AO3 account lmk! (if I know you already there’s no need to tell me again)

Please only 1 request per person at a time

I will take repeats of characters/ships

I will not take repeats of the same prompt

Feel free to request any fandom I am familiar with; I anticipate mostly Silm requests but I’m up for anything

Feel free to give me a brief rundown of your headcanons if it’s for an unusual group of characters or something!

No promises on how long it takes me to get to your prompt, but expect me to answer within about a month

Requests:

Send me an ask with at least two characters + a prompt number (not just the quote pls lol) + a weather (optional)

Prompts are taken from an angst prompt list, but I’m down to spin them into whatever tone you’d like!

I will write for any kind of relationship (family, friendship, romance, queerplatonic, etc.); if you have a specific way you’d like a relationship to be written, please indicate that in your ask!

I will write for my OCs, if you’re interested in that, but not other people’s OCs

I will write for pretty much any canon character, though I may have more trouble with certain ones I’m not super familiar with

I will not write sibling incest or parent/child incest; however, cousin pairings are fine

I will not write any Fíli ships, any Legolas or Gimli ships other than Gigolas, or any Fingon or Maedhros ships that aren’t Russingon-endgame

I retain the right to veto any request if I find out a ship is a squick for me, or if I can’t figure out how to fit the prompt to them, or for any other reason

Optional weather prompts: (inspired by this post by @slumbering-lore)

Spring: fluffy; something joyful and/or sweet

Summer: steamy; something sexy and/or explicit (only request this if you are 18+)

Autumn: melancholy; something wistful and/or bittersweet

Winter: angsty; something cold and/or sad

PROMPTS:

If a prompt has been crossed out, it has already been requested, and I will not take another request for that specific prompt.

“Does it hurt?”

“Please don’t hide from me.”

“Hold them down.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Stay close to me.”

“Why can’t I hurt you?”

“Don’t let it end like this.”

“Help me.”

“I don’t need to be protected.”

“I can’t do this again!”

“Be strong.”

“I know that you’re scared.”

“Don’t try to fight back.”

“How heartbreaking.”

“Are you going to stop me?”

“Just stay.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“How much did it hurt?”

“You look like hell.”

“Break or be broken?”

“Don’t you dare speak to me.”

“Don’t cry.”

“This is not goodbye.”

“You won’t see me again.”

“You know I can’t feel that way.”

“Leave it be!”

“I thought this was supposed to be happy.”

“Cruel, isn’t it?”

“I can’t love you.”

“I can’t hate you.”

“Leave me alone!”

“Forget me.”

“It’ll never be enough.”

“Swear to me.”

“Don’t look back.”

“Get away from here.”

“Look at me, and you die.”

“Hold still.”

“Do you think I wanted this?”

“Goodnight, my love.”

“This has to be the end.”

#writing updates #tmi anna

[zerohallows]

Intrusive // Doctor Decay

Autumn was creeping forward, Zero could feel summer drawing to an end and soon enough the air would turn brisk, the leaves would curl and shudder and the world would settle in for the long haul through winter. It was, for him, the busiest season; nature was shedding its green and before the frosts he had a great deal to do. It was that exhausting rush before winter would allow him a slight reprieve, before the cold put a spell over the land that would hold it in place, crystalline and somewhat unchanging, until the thaw of spring. It was also that time when the decay of life was dire to prepare for the explosion of it that following spring; all new things grew upon the faded strength of those that had fallen into ruin before them.

Zero was truly exhausted. It was barely into the school year and he could hardly hold his eyes open in class, his late hours in the forest meant his rest was sparse. And that afternoon as he abandoned his backpack in his locker, because he couldn't do homework anyway back in the Hollow, he was dreading the flight back there. It had been easier with Riley in Secondary, being able to stay hours at their house to finish homework, and days he worked at the Rock Shoppe granted him more time to do that, but ultimately on the days he didn't he mostly returned to the Hollow. It was a hassle; lingering around Hatter's to study or charge his phone, looking for little ways to manage the part of his life in town with everything else.

And that afternoon he could already feel the rain, a light drizzle had started up that would make the flight difficult; so he had to walk. A long walk. And the longer he walked and the heavier the rain got the more Zero was over it; he gave up. Thankfully it was far easier to find shelter in his smaller form, even if the flight was limited by the rains.

He waited for a break in the downpour and shifted to his natural form, darting to the first place he came to and he would have settled for an overhang on the roof but was pleasantly surprised to find a broken spot in the roof. Zero had little hesitation in making use of that; he was wet, chilly and his wings were tired from the water clinging to them. And nobody was going to notice him anyway, he assumed; he'd slept in attics before.

The one he stumbled into was furnished though and not some forgotten storage space, filled with oddities and boards, all manner of strange things; he barely paid attention to that however as he found a spot in the rafters that was dark and quiet, putting the day behind him as he settled in among the dust and welcoming scent of aged wood and plaster to rest.

For a while, anyway.

His nap was cut a bit short by something, or someone, harking on about something. Zero groaned, wings flicking as he tried to ignore the noise, lifting an arm to cover his eyes and trying to find a comfortable spot. Whatever the ranting was, it didn't stop and Zero finally tore his eyes open and peered over the edge of the box obscuring his hiding place, downward, at the source of that disruption to his peace.

Wait. He recognized that voice.

@dr-drckken

#because yes i am vibing with their name sounding like a bad 80s supervillain #this is a villain origin story and I stand by it

[ofstormsandsaints]

you're so sexy. i love french people. they are soooo fashion sensed and noble. and you're not a cold person like rest of the french people's general. but i bet you have reeeeaaaallly good fashion sense. can you show us your outfits from pinterest and camera?(it's a love ask but) and how are the french people? thoughts?

I accept the love ask but under certain conditions

Sadly, I don't take pictures of myself, even less of my outfits. I just don't like having pictures of myself or even of my friends on my phone.

But I can show you what I've got on Pinterest!

-Whenever I go somewhere, I always choose to overdress a bit, just in case. But it's not that eye-catching honestly. I simply go for a high-waisted darted trousers with a silken blouse/shirt and my black Jadon Doc Martens. My makeup and rbf do the rest of the job.

-I wear these shoes 24/7, it's not even funny. They're just the most comfortable and versatile shoes in my wardrobe.

-I want my outfits to be both practical and form-fitting. I believe in the small top/big bottom supremacy. I could walk down the streets with my tits out, as long as I have one nice pair of trousers, I'll stay that confident bitch.

-Straight, timeless cuts mostly and I like neutrals that can be co-ordinated with pretty much any colours.

-I love green with a burning and immoral passion. Sage green and forest green more particularly.

-I'd kill to find good bustiers and antique, Florence Welch-type gold jewellery and pearls. Rings and necklaces especially.

-My personal style is a blend of citycore, baroque and minimalist...on a budget.

-My closet is for now... probably 68% second-hand clothes or that were gifted to me. I really love structuring an outfit, even the simplest one. But I also hate having so much stuff, I stress me out and I hope someday to be able to build the timeless wardrobe according to my tastes.

-A hoe for coats and 90% of them are those long heavy coats that actually belonged to my mom.

-Another piece that I wore almost all autumn and spring: a leather trenchcoat that I, again, stole from my mom.

-But I also really want to find a good thrifted leather jacket.

-I think that's pretty much it. I keep it vague to leave you with my pinterest boards. But! to be honest, some outfits look very similar to what I come up with, with what I already have in my wardrobe. But your girl is on a budget nevertheless😔

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Now about French people... I don't really know what to say and where to start. I could break down or confirm some of the stereotypes but I decided to be lazy today

It's ok. Living in France is a chance compared to other places in the world so I'm not complaining about it or about French people in general. I mean, I like it here.

There is diversity but it ends up most of the time subdued because the government hisses whenever we're talking about a woman wearing a hijab, a polyamorous relationship, or a person who goes by they/them ("iel" in french even though there are many other pronouns). Even if I try to surround myself with open-minded people, it's laborious to learn how to deconstruct patriarcal ideas. especially when the government elects molesters and rapists as ministers

We do our best though - even if I also met people of my age who were racists, sexists and lgbtophobics as hell. But generally these people are ugly fuckers

Anyway, I realise that I'm not good at talking about my country 🙃

I have no sense of patriotism but oh well, that's fine

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[yama951]

Snowpoint Settlement, Alabaster Icelands, Hisui Region, 1804 AC

Calaba knew the signs well. One didn't reach her age without experiencing at least one supernatural occurrence. The way Warden Ingo's eyes glowed in the dark, how the whites of his eyes glowed a soft blue when he was certain of the truth from time to time, the way he was just warm enough even when traversing the Alabaster Icelands at night in his tattered coat.

It was something the elders of the clan experienced once before and kept the knowledge to those who should be made aware of it, like Irida and some Wardens. Not Gaeric, and not Ingo. Lian would be told once he was older.

Calaba rested on Ingo's back as they headed back. The man had disassociated. She feared she broke the taboo when it came to someone like him, waking a dreaming god, but she knew that a god kept asleep for too long would cause more harm than good. Ingo was with them for a few years now, a lot longer than Gaeric's cold resilient father, he stayed for barely a year, but a god has their responsibility to the world to play. Much more important things to do than to play human in their long and deep sleep.

Ingo was silent when the linking cord her granddaughter made rang out. The whites of his eyes became a solid blue as he silently picked her up and automatically carried her all the way to the Snowpoint settlement without much of a word.

“I apologize for the deception, holy one.” She began on their trip. “But surely you must know you can't stay asleep forever.” silence was the reply. She sighed.

“This is a story that happened many years ago, forty years or so if my memory hasn’t failed me. You see, Lord Avalugg entered hibernation for the cold winter months. One year, he went to sleep a little too early, practically near the end of summer. We worried that he became ill or if age was coming to him early, or perhaps he simply wanted a nap after a hard year’s work, no one but Lord Avalugg knew the reason why. Then one autumn night, a sudden freak snowstorm struck. It lasted for an hour or two but when it ended, Lugvic appeared. He was like you in a way. Lost and no idea where he was. He couldn’t remember his name until a week among the Pearl Clan. Oh he was such a strong and handsome man with his icy blue hair and thick beard, that tanned brown skin, and those piercing yellow eyes. He quickly integrated into the clan as if he was born into it. He fell in love and married during the winter solstice. It was a happy life.” she gave a soft smile at the memories of the wedding. She then frowned as she continued.

“But I noticed strange things about him. I am a married woman and all but I was also one of the clan’s healers. I was the one who helped heal him up at the beginning. Lugvic’s skin remained cold to the touch no matter how hot the inside of the yurt could get. The most blatant of his strangeness was how he went around shirtless in the middle of winter as if it was a warm summer’s day. Those who noticed his oddness, mostly the elders, assumed he was some male froslass taking human form to live a happy life and it was better to stay quiet about it, lest sorrow and anguish struck the happy couple. They were deeply and truly in love. She was Lord Avalugg’s previous warden, before she stepped down due to her age, though I won’t leave my wardenship by something as silly as age. They were already planning on having a large family.”

She then sighed for a moment, her breath becoming visible as their surroundings slowly shifted into the Alabaster Icelands’ wintry embrace.

“Lord Avalugg stayed asleep at the start of spring, which was unusual for him. Lugvic helped as much as he could, even pulling the plow all by himself, but without Lord Avalugg’s strength, there would be less fields plowed and thus less food grown to keep starvation at bay in the coming winter. We asked a wise man from holy Michina for guidance and he, through a ritual, found that Lord Avalugg had entered a deep, deep sleep, a sleep so deep that their soul left their body and wandered out. We thought that Lord Avalugg had followed his ancestors, becoming one with the ice, but the wise man said that he was still alive, simply asleep, and that there was a way to awaken a sleeping god. I was then given the task by the wise man in private. To weave the colored strands into a braided rope with a bell on each end, the linking cord. The colors had to match the body and the spirit, to strengthen the bond between them enough to bring the spirit back into their body. So many colors, and even with the wise man’s allowance in making multiple cords, to make one that would awaken Lord Avalugg from his deep slumber was beyond me. But then, Almighty Sinnoh helped me one night. It was late at night as I was weaving another cord, the stress of multiple failures were getting to me. I had three strands that represented Lord Avalugg, one for the glacial ice, one for the rocky skin, and one for the sharp eyes. My thoughts then came to Lugvic, and thinking it would be another failure, I grabbed the threads that matched his hair, his skin, and his eyes. I wove them into a cord and attached a bell on each end. I then presented it to the wise man for another attempt at the ritual.”

Tears began to fall.

“It worked. With the ringing of the bell, Lord Avalugg was groused from his slumber, still asleep but his body was calling for his spirit to return, to awaken once more. We celebrated that night but I kept my eyes at Lugvic. He was sorrowful then. I think he knew what happened, that he became aware of his true status, that he became lucid. He promised her that should they have a son, she would name him Gaeric. My younger sister kept that promise. We partied until a freak snowstorm struck. Everyone fled back into the yurts, all but one. A young girl was lost in the sudden snow, screaming for help, and Lugvic ran out despite my sister’s plea. Before they parted, he hugged her tightly, kissed her a silent farewell, and promised that he would never forget her. He then ran off into the snowstorm. And once we lost sight of him in the snow, the snowstorm ended as suddenly as it appeared. The girl was found, safe and sound, with a familiar braided cord on her wrist, the ringing of the bells helped in finding her before the hyperthermia became serious. Lugvic, on the other hand, vanished just as he appeared. My sister was inconsolable for weeks. Until the tell-tale sign of pregnancy made her focus on the last reminder of Lugvic she had left.”

She then wiped away the tears before they could freeze.

“Gaeric was born a healthy baby boy, with some of his father’s features, especially the tolerance for the cold. One day, when I was alone before Lord Avalugg, I asked him if he remembered being Lugvic, of the love he shared with my sister, of all the plans and promises made that winter. Confusion was the only reply. As if he were nothing but a dream, Lord Avalugg recalled nothing of being Lugvic and even saw young Gaeric as nothing more than another child of the Pearl Clan, to play and entertain like all the other children. It was then I decided, for my sister’s sake. Let the elders whisper amongst themselves of Lugvic being a male froslass, this was a secret I would keep to my grave. My sister convinced herself that her love died saving the young girl. His body fell into the icy water and was swept away. Not realizing that Lugvic the man was the dream of Lord Avalugg himself. His promise to her was broken the moment he woke up, and yet she served him as his warden faithfully until she became too old to travel and had to step down. Only for Lord Avalugg to choose Gaeric as his next warden. And still I kept myself quiet.”

A sigh as the Snowpoint settlement became visible in the distance.

“I know you’re judging me with those blue eyes of yours, holy one. That my silence of Gaeric’s true heritage, the silence of the clan, is something that disgusts you. Do you think I should tell my sister and nephew the truth? That Lugvic, the man my sister loved so dearly that she never married again, was nothing more than a dream of Lord Avalugg? That Gaeric has the blood of a noble pokemon through his veins and that he serves his father without him knowing about it? That they were quickly forgotten despite Lugvic’s promise? Let them have that perfect ideal of him. That he was a strong and brave man who gave his life to save a child in need. That he was human even with all his quirks. That he was someone who was meant to be remembered, even if he was nothing more than a dream. That he was as real as anyone else. That he left his mark on the Pearl Clan. That he left a legacy through his son. That Lugvic the man would live on even if he was born of lies.”

The tears flowed out once more, only for a warm hearthfire touch to wipe them away and Ingo’s glowing blue eyes staring at her silently.

“For that’s what dreams are, isn’t it? Not real, not true, nothing but lies.”

A dream is not a Truth. But it can be a Truth made real. What is a lie, an Ideal, but a Truth yet to be made true?

Ingo seemed to speak through her mind, shocking her at the awesome and awful power, at the terrific and terrible strength, at the horrific and horrible Will.

Tell me, young Warden Calaba, are you dreaming right now?

The bells of Ingo’s linking cord, silent despite the shaking of his movements throughout the whole trip, rang out like a loud and sudden slam.

And Warden Calaba shot up from her bed with a sudden inhaling gasp.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked around. She was in her yurt back in the Snowpoint settlement, yet the moment between being brought to bed and being on Warden Ingo’s back some distance away was blank. As if something was Proclaimed to be true and so it was.

The door then opened as Gaeric entered the yurt. Shirtless as he usually went.

“Ah, auntie! You’re up! We were so worried about you! Warden Ingo carried you all the way from the mirelands. Mother thought your heart gave out from your duties.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m the older sister, she doesn’t need to baby me like I’m some wrinkly infant.”

Gaeric laughed at that.

“At least you’re feeling well then.” he said as he went to pour some water for her.

“Tell me, Gaeric.” she began. “Warden Ingo’s eyes, what color were they again?”

“Huh? They’re silver.”

“Were they silver when we arrived?”

“What sort of question is that? They were always silver. Sure they glow in the dark but I find that neat.”

Calaba snorted at that as she took a sip of water.

“Warden Ingo told us you ended up drinking a bit, hence why he had to carry you all the way from the Diamond Clan.” he said as she stared at her reflection in the ceramic cup.

“Warden Calaba?”

“I heard you the first time, no need to repeat yourself. So, where did Warden Ingo go? I doubt he would stay here for too long, what with that ruined coat of his.”

Gaeric laughed. It was a familiar laugh.

“Of course, he went back to the Coronet Highlands after he dropped you off. Still in his usual daze though.”

“Must have been a deep slumber…” she muttered much to Gaeric’s confusion.

“What was that?”

“Nothing but some elder nonsense you shouldn’t worry about. Now go, I’ll let my sister do the nagging. Aren’t you going to climb on Lord Avalugg’s back for a clean up or something?”

Gaeric laughed at that.

“No, no, just an early morning jog and swim before I begin my daily duties to Lord Avalugg.”

“Well, go jog around then. I’m perfectly capable of eating by myself.”

With a grin and a short respectful bow, her nephew ran out to jog shirtless in the snow and soon swim in the half frozen river.

She stayed silent at how much like Lugvic he was, not wanting him to disappear like a dream if she spoke out.

She would take the truth down to her grave, even if it gave that slumbering god their displeasure at her. Better the idealistic dream than the cynical truth.

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[graywyvern]

( via / via )

The central part of the country is mostly weapon factories.

Disgusted at how the spirit of gaming has infiltrated every sphere, from news that can only see politics as team sports, to a class system increasingly devolving into winners punishing losers; from art subcultures that conflate status with achievement, to entertainment based solely upon tricking you into falling for false promises; truth is not just bent in the interest of the game, it is not even factored into the equation. And a place has already been prepared for those who've given up or been forced out of the game: this is all that keeps me playing, sheer mulishness. (Instead, i imagine i have found my own way of playing. This is to want to be misunderstood. ...Thus i count myself among the Seekers-of-Blame.)

A Clown and His Magic Frame.

(Years ago i posted this in the Tanka yahoogroup; i am reposting it here so as to have it all in one convenient place:)

a year or so ago i undertook to translate some of my favorite tanka into the artificial language Lojban. at the time i did this i noticed that the old Rexroth translations i used were not only not in form, but often not even five-lined; & so i thought when i posted them to the Lojban list, i would modify them into the same strictness as my translations. here is the result of that exercise, along with a few i added just the other day. i know on one level this sort of thing is as barbaric as when Dryden turned "Paradise Lost" into rhyming couplets. but, i'm not claiming it's an improvement. anyway...

1.

'As I watch the moon shining on pain's myriad paths, I know I am not alone involved in Autumn.

--Oe no Chisato (Rexroth)

As I see the moon tracing all the manifold highways & footpaths of pain, i know i am not alone involved in Autumn.

(the literal Lojban runs: I observe the lunar illuminer of many harming roads, & intuit an autumn pattern of me & not-me.)

2.

'I go out of the darkness onto a road of darkness lit only by the far off moon on the edge of the mountains.'

--Lady Izumi Shikibu (Rexroth)

[this is my all-time favorite tanka.]

Out of the darkness onto a road of darkness i go, illumined only by the far-off moon on the edge of the mountains.

(My going from the dark via dark ways, is illumined only by a small moon on the mountain slope.)

3.

'In the Autumn mountains the colored leaves are falling. If I could hold them back I could still see her.'

--Kakinomoto no Hitomaro (Rexroth)

Here in the mountains of Autumn the rufous leaves have started to fall. If i could only hold them back--i could see her again.

(Autumn mountains. Falling are the leaves that have color. If i prevent it, i now see her.)

4.

'This is not the moon, nor is this the spring, of other springs, and I alone am still the same.'

--Ariwara no Narihira (Rexroth)

[this tanka has haunted me for twenty years, & i made many versions. after a while, the "moon" became a "song"; & my latest version owes as much to Earl Miner as to Rexroth:

'This is not that moon And it cannot be this is the spring Such as the spring I knew; I am myself the single thing Remaining as it ever was.' ]

This is not that spring, nor even the selfsame song so broken-hearted. I myself am the one thing staying as it ever was.

(It is not so, that here is the spring or the moon of me. Nevertheless, in it i myself am constant in pastness.)

5.

'The white chrysanthemum is disguised by the first frost. If I wanted to pick one I could find it only by chance.'

--Oshikochi no Mitsune

White chrysanthemums, lost amidst the handiwork of this first snowfall: if i tried to pick one i could find it only by chance.

(The new-ice-weather hides the white ones from me. If i wanted to take, i only by luck could find one of the flowers.)

[unfortunately, Lojban lacks a precise word for "chrysanthemum"...]

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"The flourishing of a sword in a sword fight, especially when faced with several opponents at once, is called a MOULINETTE – literally a ‘little windmill’." --@HaggardHawks

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[emmindigo]

@amazingspaceship’s Eladrin warlock Quinn and the conspiracy board for the Waterdeep Dragon Heist game we’re playing

#dnd #d&d #waterdeep dragon heist #my art #wip #emm art #emm plays dnd #quinn is a delight to draw #mostly they stay in autumn and spring form #they once did summer form #never have they ever experienced winter form #i assume if they do the world will be ending

[peskygirl13]

Hey, what do you think about mc having deerling/sawsbuck? I imagine in fairy gala, they're spring form, in halloween night, they're autumn form

Fun fact: Deerling is my sister's favorite Pokémon.

My other posts can be found here.

This is slightly based off this post from @wolken-himmel

You were a scientist in the Unova Region researching the effects of weather on Pokémon.

You had been looking for the reveal glass, a mirror used to change the legendary Pokémon Tornadus, Thundurus, and Landorus into their Therian Forms, when you had been transported to Twisted Wonderland.

When you arrived to Twisted Wonderland and Crowley found out about your Pokémon, the forbade you from showing them to others due to safety reasons.

You didn’t mind much since you weren’t exactly thrilled with the prospect of someone or something hurting your Pokémon because they were alien to Twisted Wonderland.

Unfortunately, this didn’t last as long as they’d like, courtesy of NRC’s ‘Hunter of Love’ Rook Hunt. 

You couldn’t keep your Pokémon inside their pokéballs the entire time you were at NRC, and you didn’t want to confine them to Ramshackle, as they were grass type Pokémon and needed to spend time in the forest.

So, ultimately, you reached an agreement. 

The woods behind Ramshackle were dark and spooky, so most avoided them. As long as they only went to the woods behind Ramshackle, didn’t head off too far, and made sure they avoided humans that didn’t know of their existence (re: anyone but MC, the faculty, Grim, and the ADeuce combo), they could stay out of their pokéballs.

Of course, though it was uncommon for people to go into the forest, some still did venture into it, mostly on dares, and thus, rumors spread about a majestic forest buck and a darling floral fawn living in the forest just behind the famous NRC Beast Tamer’s dorm.

Of course such a rumor would reach the ears of NRC’s hunter, who decided he must find these creatures himself. 

When ADeuce and Grim caught wind of Rook’s intentions, they freaked out. Grim ran to find and warn you, while the Heartslabyul boys ran to stall, if not stop Rook, from hunting your Pokémon.

Stalking out in the forest, Rook found Deerling first. Your Pokémon was simply smelling a small patch of autumn flowers, unaware of the sharp gaze of the hunter. 

Rook was mesmerized by the small doe. It’s small, orange-cream body was unlike any color pelt he’s ever seen on a deer before. The large yellow flower resting between its ears was a surprise too. Rook smiled. 

Such adorable prey. The colorful pelt would make a lovey coat for Roi de Poison. 

He had just begun to draw back his arrow when Ace and Deuce came barreling out behind him and all but tackled him, making his arrow miss Deerling and starling the Pokémon into running off deeper into the forest.

Rook screamed in despair and annoyance as his prize ran off before glaring at Ace and Deuce as they started babbling on about random things, trying to distract the blonde hunter long enough for him to loose the trail the deerling left or for you to get there.

It didn’t work. A spilt second distraction was all Rook needed to slip away from the first years and go after Deerling.

It didn’t take long for Rook to find the trail Deerling carelessly left behind in her rush to escape. 

He followed it and found Deerling struggling to get her leg out of some thorny vines that she got tangled up in.

Rook stalked closer, bringing out a knife, ready to finally catch his prey, when a much larger body than that of Ace and Deuce tackled him.

You, Grim, Crowley, and the ADeuce combo found Rook pinned to the ground with Sawsbuck’s hooves with Deerling still trying to free herself.

Ordering Sawsbuck off the hunter, Crowley yelled and lectured Rook and forbade him from hunting on school grounds ever again while you freed Deerling from her binds.

The beans had spilled. 

Due to the now obvious danger of Deerling and Sawsbuck remaining a secret, you and Crowley agreed it’d be best to tell the rest of the school about Sawsbuck and Deerling, making sure that it was clear these creatures were not to be touched or hurt (lookin’ at you Savanaclaw). 

The press nearly flooded the school to catch a glimpse of the 'endangered forest deers.’

The staff could keep them at bay, but only for so long. There was nothing they could do when Halloween rolled around. They couldn’t cancel centuries worth of tradition for the sake of two monsters, alien or not.

Your Pokémon were the stars of the show during the Halloween Event. Everyone wanted to see them. You let them, but at a safe distance. Only letting a few children pet deerling, who was the most tolerant of the two. 

When the magicam monsters appeared, you pretended to be oblivious when Sawsbuck kicked them with his hindlegs.

When winter rolled around, you can imagine the freak out when people saw Sawsbuck and Deerling walking around campus looking very different than usual.

They cried to you, asking if there was something wrong with them, but you quickly calmed everyone down and explained that the forms of Sawsbuck and Deerling change with the seasons, even showing them a picture of each seasonal form of the Pokémon. 

This only made everyone even more intrigued by your Pokémon, forcing you to hold a crash course about Pokémon.

Even the staff left their classes to listen to your lecture.

When the Fairy Gala came, you were chosen as a member of the team to get the magic stone back from the Fairy Queen with Sawsbuck and Deerling.

Your Pokémon were ordered to walk on the runway with Leona, Kalim, and Jamil while you, Grim, and Ruggie were tasked to swap the crown.

Sawsbuck and Leona strutted side by side down the runway and just as they reached the end to pose, a gold light surrounded Sawsbuck and everyone watched in awe as it transformed into his Spring Form. Even the team was surprised. They knew it’s form changed each season, but watching it happen was jawdropping. 

You had to elbow Ruggie in the side to get him to focus on the task at hand. Thankfully, everyone was caught off guard by the transformation that he had the extra time to grab the crown. 

After you all got out, you were met with Vil and Crewel, were instantly bombarded with questions and comments about Sawsbuck and Deerling’s new forms. 

You just sighed, already dreading what would happen when summer came.

Which Sawsbuck form is your favorite? Mine is the winter form.

#ask #pokemon #twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #pokemon au #twst x pokemon au #sawsbuck #deerling #pokemon bw #pokemon b2w2 #twst #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #ace trappola #deuce spade #kalim al asim #jamil viper #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #fairy gala #twst fairy gala #twst halloween event #halloween event #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[forgwater]

Explanations/Index

I kind of want to analyze the twst characters a bit and by that I mean I will try to make some correspondences between their personalities, roles in the story, relationships with other characters (mostly the ones belonging to their dorms), and why it was decided on which dates they were born (the dates of birth are the main focus here).

I think we can deduce a lot form their birthdays, so I'm mixing in a lot of other things too.

I'm writing all of this here because I don't plan on repeating myself in every post (the dorms will be posted separately).

The way I choose the Tarot cards for the characters is based on either their zodiac sign, the planet associated with their zodiac sign or both. I will also take into consideration the decan in which they were born and their minor arcana cards, but I'm only going to write about those as necessary since this is quite long winded. (The elements are of some importance as well.)

What I've written under the cut is to serve as both an index for abbreviations and perhaps an explanation on why I've made certain decisions.

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-for zodiac signs/elements: +positive traits -negative traits -for tarot: +upright meaning -reversed meaning ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Elements: air water earth fire (anything associated with these elements will be colored accordingly)

Zodiac Signs: Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer Leo Virgo Libra Scorpio Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Pisces

7 Alchemical Planets: -Jupiter -Mercury -Venus -Saturn -Sun -Mars -Moon +Earth +Neptune +Pluto +Uranus

Tarot:

-Major Arcana: -The Fool -The Magician -The High Priestess -The Empress -The Emperor -The Hierophant -The Lovers -The Chariot -Strength -The Hermit -Wheel Of Fortune -Justice -The Hanged Man Death -Temperance -The Devil -The Tower -The Star -The Moon -The Sun -Judgement -The World

-Minor Arcana: Wands Swords Cups Pentacles

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-minor arcana cards and zodiac signs:

Aces represent the most intense, purest version of the element; they are associated with all the signs of that element.

cards 2, 3 and 4 correspond to cardinal signs (Aries Cancer Libra Capricorn) - these signs are considered the initiators or leaders of the zodiac, they represent the start of their respective seasons. - Aries comes with the spring equinox, Cancer comes with the summer solstice, Libra comes with the autumn equinox and Capricorn comes with the winter solstice. These are powerful events. - go-getters, great leadership

cards 5, 6 and 7 correspond to fixed signs (Taurus Leo Scorpio Aquarius) - these signs are reliable and stable, they are dedicated, they represent the middle of their respective seasons. - great at keeping things going at a steady pace, somewhat like a workhorse

cards 8, 9 and 10 correspond to mutable signs (Gemini Virgo Sagittarius Pisces) - these signs are adaptable and versatile, they represent the end of their respective seasons. - great for behind-the-scenes work that require improvisation and communication, they don't like staying still.

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-the elements:

Earth

+ being centered, patience, truth, dependable, thorough

-laziness, dullness, inconsiderable

Air

+ intelligent, practical, optimistic

-frivolous, easily fooled, impulsive

Fire

+ courage, enthusiasm, willpower

-anger, jealousy, hatred

Water

+ love, compassion, receptivity, flexibility, forgiveness

-indifference, depression, instability, moodiness

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-the zodiac signs:

Aries - Sun

+ brave, direct, fearless, independent, deep sense of justice, natural leader

-aggressive, self-centered, pushy, inconsistent, bad tempered, selfish

Taurus - Venus

+ steady, driven, tenacious, enduring, persistent, trustworthy, patient

-materialistic, resistant to change, indulgent, possessive, stubborn

Gemini - Mercury

+ intelligent, adaptable, agile, communicative, informative, connected

-talkative, exaggerating, deceptive, cunning, superficial, inconsistent

Cancer - Moon

+ nurturing, supportive, healing, compassionate, unconditionally loving

-dependent, indirect, moody, passive-aggressive, unable to let go

Leo - Sun

+ brave, playful, leader, fun, warm, protective, generous, charismatic

-egotistical, dominating, stubborn, controlling, a show off, vain

Virgo - Mercury

+ modest, humble, orderly, altruistic, logical, responsible, organized

-obsessive, critical, excessive, attention to insignificant details, perfectionist

Libra - Venus

+ charming, harmonious, diplomatic, easy-going, polished

-indecisive, superficial, hypocritical, guilible, passive-aggressive

Scorpio - Pluto

+ passionate, driven, perceptive, emotional, sacrificing, determined

-vindictive, paranoid, destructive, possessive, jealous, clingy

Sagittarius - Jupiter

+ ambitious, lucky, moral, optimistic, enthusiastic, open-minded, versatile

-gluttonous, lazy, restless, irresponsible, blindly optimistic, tactless

Capricorn - Saturn

+ driven, patient, strategic, determined, disciplined, responsible, persistent

-pessimistic, greedy, cynical, fearful, ruthless, rigid, miserly

Aquarius - Uranus

+ intelligent, inventive, humanistic, friendly, altruistic, reformative

-emotionally detached, scatterbrained, irresponsible, impersonal

Pisces - Neptune

+ mystical, intuitive, creative, romantic, compassionate, sensitive

-escapist, unrealistic, submissive, self-pitying, dependent, codependent

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-the major arcana:

The Fool 0

–Uranus

+ innocence, new beginnings, free spirit

-recklessness, taken advantage of, inconsideration

The Magician 1

-Mercury

+ willpower, desire, creation, manifestation

-trickery, illusion, out of touch

The High Priestess 2

-Moon

+ intuition, unconscious, inner voice

-lack of center, lost inner voice, repressed feelings

The Empress 3

-Venus

+ motherhood, fertility, nature (nurture?)

-dependence, smothering, lack of self-reliance

The Emperor 4

-Aries

+ authority, structure, control, fatherhood

-tyrany, rigidity, coldness

The Hierophant 5

-Taurus

+ tradition, conformity, morality, ethics

-rebelion, subversiveness, new approaches

The Lovers 6

-Gemini

+ partnership, union, duality

-loss of balance, one-sidedness, disharmony

The Chariot 7

-Cancer

+ direction, control, willpower

-lack of control, lack of direction, aggression

Strength 8/11

-Leo

+ bravery, compassion, focus, inner strength

-self-doubt, weakness, insecurity

The Hermit 9

-Virgo

+ contemplation, search for truth, inner guidance

-loneliness, isolation, lost your way

Wheel Of Fortune 10

-Jupiter

+ change, cycles, inevitable fate

-no control, clinging to control, bad luck

Justice 11/8

-Libra

+ cause and effect, clarity, truth

-dishonesty, unaccountability, unfairness

The Hanged Man 12

-Neptune

+ sacrifice, release, martyrdom

-stalling, needless sacrifice, fear of sacrifice

Death 13

-Scorpio

+ end of a cycle, new beginning, change, metamorphosis

-fear of change, stagnation, holding on

Temperance 14

-Sagittarius

+ middle path, patience, finding meaning

-extremes, excess, lack of balance

The Devil 15

-Capricorn

+ excess, materialism, playfulness

-freedom, release, restoring control

The Tower 16

-Mars

+ sudden upheaval, broken pride, disaster

-disaster avoided, delaying disaster, fear of suffering

The star 17

-Aquarius

+ hope, faith, rejuvenation

-insecurity, discouragement, faithlessness

The Moon 18

-Pisces

+ unconscious, illusions, intuition

-confusion, fear, misinterpretation

The Sun 19

-Sun

+ joy, success, celebration

-negativity, depression, sadness

Judgement 20

-Pluto

+ reflection, reckoning, awakening

-no self-awareness, doubt, self-loathing

The World 21

-Saturn

+ fulfilment, harmony, completion

-incompletion, no closure, emptiness

#twst theory #This weird theory that I have #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland theory

[gemsofgreece]

10 places to see in Mount Pelion, Greece in autumn

Pelion is a very beautiful lush green mountain in a privileged location in the heart of Greece. It lies on the east of Thessaly, in the prefecture of Magnesia. The mountain forms a curved peninsula into the sea, which creates a gulf, and consequently is surrounded by water; the Pagasetic Gulf on one side and the open Aegean Sea on the other, together blessing it with beautiful and diverse coastline. Another of its charms is its famed architecture, as Mount Pelion has been relatively densely inhabited for centuries. During the Ottoman Occupation, Pelion managed to maintain a local aristocratic society, thanks to its proximity to Volos city. All these elements combined create an idyllic scenery - lush mountain vistas, breathtaking beaches and elaborate traditional architecture. Here are 10 beautiful places in Mount Pelion to visit in autumn.

1. Makrinitsa

One of the most accessible villages of Pelion, Makrinitsa is only a few minutes from the port city of Volos. Like several villages nearby, Makrinitsa offers tremendous views to the city and its harbour, the gulf and even the Sporades islands in the distance. Makrinitsa has maintained its architecture in perfect conditions and has not been affected by the many tourists. When there, do try the local spoon sweets and the herbs. It is recommended to stay in one of the many traditional mansions that have been turned into boutique hotels. Nearby villages just as attractive are Portariá and Vyzitsa.

Photo by dimitrisvetsikas1969/15962 from Pixabay.

2. Miliés

It is one of the most quaint villages of Pelion and the final destination of the century old train ¨Moutzouris¨. Milies has one of the oldest public libraries of Greece and a very unusual church built in 1741. You should go there by taking the small beautiful train from Volos city, have a dessert in singer Tania Tsanaklidou´s coffee shop "Ἀννα να ένα μήλο" and do a 14 km hike that will take you to the villages Pinakates and Vyzitsa and then back.

Photo by Konstantinos Lagos on 500px. 

3. Tsagarada

Tsagarada is possibly the most popular mountainous village of Pelion. It is a large village built in lush scenery and close to stunning beaches like Mylopótamos, Damoúhari and Fakistra, which you should absolutely visit if the weather is mild. You should also see the gigantic 1000 year old plane tree in the square and eat in its restaurants, especially the sophisticated "Dipnosofistis". Tsagarada is also ideal for horse riding and hiking.

Photo by George Girnas GR on 500px.

4. Stayates

Close to Volos yet still mostly unknown to tourists, Stayates offers beautiful architecture and authentic village lifestyle. Stayates has been well known for the quality of its livestock produce, exporting meat inland and abroad. Stayates also has so great springs that people from Volos used to go to this village to fill their pitchers with crystal clear water.

Photo by symeon gaitanidis on 500px.

5. Lafkos

Lafkos is ideal for peaceful vacation. You should enjoy the views to the Pagasetic Gulf under the plane trees of its square, visit the Radio Museum (one of only two in the country) and take your coffee in Forlida´s coffee shop which dates back to 1785. Lafkos is full of centuries old and well preserved two-storey mansions.

Photo by Myrtw Kaiopoulou on 500px. 

6. Tríkeri

Trikeri offers something different. Located on the far edge of the peninsula, it is essentially the cape of Mount Pelion and enjoys a 360 degree view. It is a village with vibrant local character. Few minutes off the cape there is the tiny island of Paleó (old) Tríkeri, with only 20 inhabitants in winter!

Photo by Cosa2244 from Wikimedia Commons.

7. Ágios Lavrentios

Agios Lavrentios is known both as the medieval village (because it was built in the 11th century) and the music village (due to the music festivities taking place there). There you will enjoy a maze-like system of alleys, perfectly preserved humble houses and three-storey mansions alike, the monastery of Saint Laurence dating to 1378 and the absolute absence of cars. Cars are parked outside the village and are forbidden inside. 

Photo by Giannis Rpk on 500px 

8. Kissós

Kissos is built in one of the most verdant and lush regions of Pelion, to which it most likely owes its name [κισσός (kissós) = ivy]. With the village as your starting point, you can explore the beautiful nature of the mountain. The village is also loved for its hearty food and one of the most beautiful churches in the mountain, and a cafe that is often chosen by distinguished artists for small gigs. Rigas Feraios (1757 - 1798), one of the most influential visionaries of the Greek Revolution against the Ottoman Empire, served in this village as a teacher, hence his monument in the stone-made square. 

Photo by Christos Santakas on 500px. 

9. Pinakates

Pinakates is probably the best preserved settlement of Mount Pelion in terms of architecture. The village is so well preserved because until recently it was only accessible via one road which ends in the center of the village. All other roads could only be used on foot or by mule. In 1979 it became a category 1-protected landmark. 

Photo by John Syrigos on 500px. 

10. Chánia

Hánia or Chánia (not to be confused with Chaniá city in Crete) is ideally a winter destination but it is wonderful in autumn as well. It is built in a higher altitude (1200 m)  than any other settlement in the mountain and it is the closest to the ski resort. The village took its name from the many inns operating in the location for centuries. True to its name, there are still many hostels and taverns with traditional hearty food to try. 

Photo by Sonia Tsantila from 500px.   

*For some reason, Wikipedia and other sources list 24 villages for Mount Pelion. I am no authority but I believe this to be false, because I have vacationed in places there that were not included in this list and are pretty touristy even. I don’t know what’s up with that (unless some are considered...suburbs of the villages idk)  but anyway Mount Pelion has 24 and / or more villages, each of them being at its prettiest in a different season. Some more honorable mentions for autumn are: Portaria, Vyzitsa, Zagora, Anakasia, Keramidi, Agios Georgios Nilias, Horto, Ano Lehonia. 

This guide was inspired by these two articles in Greek: 

https://www.news247.gr/sunday-edition/10-mageytikes-staseis-sto-fthinoporino-pilio.9382272.html

https://magnesianews.gr/slider/ola-osa-kanoyn-to-pilio-yperocho-kai-to-fthinoporo.html

#greece #europe #autumn #fall #travel #wanderlust #landscape #guide #tourist guide #nature #village #woods #forest #architecture #pelion #mount pelion #magnesia #thessaly #mainland #greek facts #makrinitsa #milies #tsagarada #kissos #lafkos #agios lavrentios #stayates #trikeri #pinakates #chania

[pudding-parade]

This is a brand-new preset, requested by @lilidebergerac, to use for @gruesim's St. Greer Islands which is described as being islands that are in the English Channel. So, this preset is based on Jersey. No, Americans, not New Jersey, but the original Jersey, the largest of the Channel Islands off of France's northern coast.

The Channel Islands have, shockingly, an oceanic climate, which means lots of grey and wet, with stable and generally mild temperatures that stay within a narrow range year-round. The islands specifically have cool-but-not-frigid temperatures year-round with high humidity and not a whole lot of sun except in the summer. Winter weather can be unstable and is often grey, rainy, and because of Atlantic currents, blustery, so it feels cold but on average the temperature doesn't fall below freezing. The transitional seasons are warmer and slightly less rainy overall, and the weather patterns are more stable because the Atlantic currents shift. The summer offers pleasant daytime temperatures (though the nights can still be chilly), and more sun overall, but it does still rain, often in the form of strong thunderstorms.

This is a preset for use with the NRaas Tempest mod. General info about this project as well as installation/use instructions are here, and here is a link to the tag page for all the presets I’ve posted so far.

Details of this preset:

Highest summer temperature: 72F/22C Lowest winter temperature: 35F/2C

Overall Climate: Temperatures stay within a narrow range from season to season, with little difference between daytime and nighttime temperatures. In autumn, winter, and spring, it rains often but not usually heavily, and periods of sun are on the shorter side, particularly in winter. Summer gives you more sun but also heavier, albeit shorter, storms.

Snow: The Channel Island generally don't get much, if any, snow because it usually isn't cold enough for it. If snow falls, it's usually in late winter, but it doesn't happen every year. This preset has a small chance of light-to-medium snow only in winter when the temperature is 40F/4C or lower. Generally, if it snows at all, it will be too warm for it to persist for long.

Fog: The real Jersey is the closest Channel Island to France, and it does get fog rolling in from the French coast, mostly in the summer. However, in order for there to be a more authentic often-overcast "feel" here, in the preset fog is possible year-round. In autumn, winter, and spring, it will only happen when the temperature is 50F/10C or below and is set for longer durations, to contribute to gloom in colder times of the year when it isn't raining. In summer, it can happen at any temperature but durations are short.

Hail: The real Channel Islands get strong, lightning-heavy thunderstorms in the summer, which often cause flooding, but I can find no reports of hail, so there is no hail in this preset.

Precipitation Intensity: With this preset in play, the winter ought to be a jumbled mess of fog, rain, and breaks of sun. (Though of course it also depends on what the game chooses.) Winter rain is set to be of medium duration and light or medium in intensity, while sun is set for short durations. The transitional seasons have shorter rain durations with the same intensity settings as winter, balanced (hopefully!) with longer sun durations. (It's more likely to rain in autumn than spring, however.) Summer has the longest possible sun durations and the shortest rain durations, but also a chance of a heavy storm than in the other seasons.

Additional settings:

Fireplaces that are upgraded to auto-light will do so on active lots if the temperature falls below 50F/10C.

Any fallen leaves will be removed at the start of winter.

Insect spawners will spawn in winter.

Download the preset here.

#sims 3 #ts3cc #s2cc #tempest project #mydownloads #dl:resources