#snow of lat

[snow-of-lat]

The Antagonists (Part 1)

The first set of Antagonists I'm gon talk some about today are the Elite. The base idea for their design was rather bland: Le old classic seven deadly sins. I looked a bit into it and assigned each a color and name corresponding with their respective sin. And what's mostly associated with it according to my findings, like eg Gluttony having fly like traits or Lust having two "tails" for the dragon heads.

Their first designs / concept looked like this:

Later, I reused them as characters for another story, which I also used as a first draft for an idea I had for the Snow story. Here, they received a more unified look: horns, four arms, masks and the color purple. As well as face modifications.

Their new designs looked like this then:

Alongside them I created a few other characters: Red and Zach being big additions and some underlings in the forms of Megan and another one not shown here. Which I may or may not be contemplating to implement into Snow's story further down the line.

The change to more humanoid looking forms came from the fact, that the story I reused them for had gijinka forms of the canon characters. As of currently there is a potential plan of fusing both versions while keeping the unified trait, cuz I ended up liking the idea of them sharing the same color scheme to portray their alliance.

I will go further into detail of each member and their big boss in future posts!

#snow of lat #the nameless world / story #the elite / antagonists #bell / elite #levita / elite #mammon / elite #beelze / elite #asmodai / elite #lucy / elite #iiblis / elite

[freshlybakedfandoms]

they should do driving tests at night/when it's dark that's the real test of whether people actually know how to fucking drive

#also in snow. oh my god #i almost get hit multiple times a week when i cross the street to go to school (its still dark out) bc someone is turning left and doesnt #feel like waiting for me to finish crossing the road??? it's happened to my brother too like omg check for pedestrians thats driving 101 #i know mistakes happen but once someone fully just blew past me didnt slow down or stop and if i hadnt started walking a couple seconds lat #i wouldve been hit by a car going at like 30km/h if not more #the two seconds i spent texting my friend back saved my life #personal #basically. just learn how to drive at night. and in the snow if you live in an area with it #i did all my driving lessons in the winter which was lowkey so helpful

[harrysfolklore]

tom blyth being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation

this was inspired by @astranva’s famous blurbs, love you and miss you novs <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

It seemed like the entire world was crushing on the same man: Tom Blyth

Unfortunately for those who watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and came out of the theater in love with the man who played Coriolanus Snow, he was happily taken and loved to talk about his girlfriend any chance he got, which lead to fans making several compilations about the times he was a simp over his girl.

The most popular video was a 10 minute and 33 seconds compilation, which had around 445k views.

It started with Tom's interview with Good Morning America to talk about Billy the Kid, the interviewer asking about how he prepared for the role.

"It was during the pandemic, like any actor during that time I was just hoping that the world came back to normal so I could start making a cent," everyone in the set laughed at this, "I was living with my girlfriend YN in a barn house and we were like chopping wood every morning and visiting my friend's ranch. So when I got the part I kinda felt like I was ready for it."

"Your girlfriend, you say," one of the interviewers said making Tom smile right away, "Did she help you prepare for the role too?

"Of course she did, she's my biggest supporter ever."

The video moved to show some behind the scenes of Songbirds and Snakes footage, Tom dressed in his peacekeeper costume and dancing around while Rachel recorded him.

"See this moves?" he got closer to the camera, "I used them to charm my girlfriend."

"And I doubt they worked." Rachel laughed behind the camera.

"She loves me so I'm pretty sure they did."

The next thing shown was Tom sitting next to Hunter as they did an interview for Rolling Stone, the crew just asked about their thoughts on Olivia Rodrigo's single for the movie.

"I love Olivia Rodrigo," Hunter cheerfully said, throwing her arms up to the air, "The new album is so good."

"I'm a big fan as well," Tom joined in, "My girlfriend YN, she's obsessed with her, plays her songs all the time."

"Just so everyone knows, YN is like the coolest person ever," Hunter said, making Tom smile, "She brought us snacks on set so many times, such an angel."

"She's the best."

The following footage was Tom and Rachel's rapid-fire questions with Vogue.

"Can you guess where this is from?" Rachel asked holding up a card that showed a zoomed in picture of a suit.

"That's my Prada suit from the London premiere," Tom asked confidently, Rachel confirming that he was correct, "My girlfriend YN loved that suit, that's why It's one of my favorites."

"Oh I miss YN."

"So do I, so do I."

Next clip was Tom's interview Stephen Colbert, who just asked him if he was a fan of the books growing up.

"I was such a huge fan, I grew up watching the films. My mom and sister used to go to opening weekends to see the movies," the audience cheered at that, "Actually, for my third date with my girlfriend I took her to see the last movie, so getting to play a young president Snow is a real honor."

The video quickly moved to show the lat clip, one of Tom's interviews at the London premiere of the movie.

"Are you here on your own? No date?" The interviewer said once Tom finished answering the previous question.

"I'm here with my girlfriend, actually," his face beamed as he spoke, "She's probably somewhere taking selfies with Hunter, those two are like best friends."

"Is she close to your cast mates?" the interviewer asked again.

"Definitely, they try to steal her from me and I can't blame them, she's the best."

#tom blyth x reader #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth blurb #tom blyth x you #tom blyth fake instagram #tom blyth social media au #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #tom blyth fic #harrysfolklore #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow smut #social media au #tom blyth au #1k #2k

[devildomwriter]

OBEY ME CHRISTMAS Masterlist

Headcanons

They Get a Puppy For Christmas | Brothers • Others

You Gift Them Christmas Shirts | Brothers • Others

You Make Them Matching Christmas Pajamas

Their Favorite Christmas Song

A Christmas Song They Hate

Wrapping Presents

They Get Tangled Up in Christmas Lights

They React to Elf of the Shelf

You Decorate Christmas Cookies

You Make Gingerbread Houses

You Make Them Matching Sweaters (But They’re Really Itchy)

Ugly Christmas Sweater Party

Hallmark Movie Marathon With Them

Building a Snowman

You Introduce Them to the 12 Days or Christmas Tradition

Drabbles

Secret Santa

Secret Santa the Sequel *coming soon*

Tubing With Diavolo

Christmas Photo Fiasco

Diavolo Wants to Play Santa

Christmas Shirt Mix-Up

Mephistopheles Christmas Interview

Omswd x Reader

Everyone

Under the Mistletoe

Children Listen to Hear Sleigh-bells in the Snow (Brothers)

Children Listen to Hear Sleigh-bells in the Snow (Others)

Lucifer

I’ll Have A Blue Christmas Without You

Mammon

One Little Thing, A Ring | Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V

Leviathan

Believe in What Your Heart is Saying

Satan

Keep it cookin in the pot, soon you got hot choc-o-lat

Asmodeus

To Sing a Love Song as We Stroll Along

Beelzebub

Heavenly Sleep

Bring Us Some Figgy Pudding

Belphegor

Heavenly Sleep

All Seem to Say, Throw Cares Away

Solomon

Baby It’s Cold Outside *coming soon*

Thirteen

City Sidewalks, Busy Sidewalks, Dressed in Holiday Style

Simeon

All Around Us, Frozen Halos

Hang Your Stockings and Say Your Prayers

Luke

Hang Your Stockings and Say Your Prayers

Raphael

All is Calm, All is Bright

O Hear the Angel Voices

Mephistopheles

Riding Through a Winter Wonderland

Barbatos

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly

Good Tidings to You

Diavolo

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

#obey me shall we date #obey me masterlist #obey me 25 days of christmas #25 days of obey me christmas #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me raphael #obey me Michael #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #obey me mephistopheles #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me mephistopheles x reader #obey me raphael x reader #obey me Simeon x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me solomon x reader

[sagiewagiefics]

Hey, could you do a fluffy Charlie Dalton x fem!Reader where she's having a really really stressed day and Charlie relaxes her with a walk in the snow?

Absolutely!! First Request, kinda nervous 🤭!!

Snow Days!

Warnings: Absolute pure fluff, one kiss, stressful day, crying, comfort.

Pairings: Charlie Dalton/Fem!Reader

A/N: First Ask!! so nervous, hope i did your request justice!!

“God Damnit! Why won’t this work!” you say, scribbling with a dried out fountain pen.

Your day has been stressful. First, you got dress coded because 13 strands of hair were flying out of your slicked back High Ponytail. Next, you got detention because Brad and jerry were trying to hit on you in class and you were deemed as a “distraction” of the classroom. And the tip of the god forsaken iceberg was your favourite fountain pen stopped working.

This day couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“Please! please, please work! i don’t have another pen!!!” you scream at your pen. Your one page away from finishing your essay. you’ve been procrastinating this for three days because your “creative juices” weren’t flowing the right way

“What the hells all this commotion about?” Charlie dalton questions, running into your room as he heard your pleas. “Charlie, not now.” your voice is trembling, lip quivering as you try not to look at the boy. “Hey, Hey, Hey? What happened?” he rushes over to you sitting down next to your chair.

“I got dress-coded, Jerry and brad are going to get murdered in 3 seconds, and this pen is PISSING ME OFF!” you burst into tears, hiding your face in the palms of your hands.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you in his embrace as you curl into a ball. His hugs changed the chemical balance of your brain, they were so warm and full of genuine love.

“Wanna go on a walk sweetheart? It’s snowing, and you love snow.” he questions, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. You nod and put on your winter coat before taking his hand walking out of your room, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the entryway of Hellton.

You walk for a while, stopping every once in a while to look at the birds and the trees, you found a lost sock, and you both laughed about that for a little while.

“This was amazing, you always know what to do to cheer me up Charlie.” you smile, his hands resting around your waist as you sling your arms around his neck. “anything for my girl.” he smiles before leaning in and kissing you gently, filled with love and affection.

You break the kiss and smile at him. You rest your head against his chest and he perks his chin on your head. “Your the Best boyfriend anyone could ask for, Dalton.” you smile against his chest. “Took you that long to figure out?” he laughs.

You slap his chest playfully before throwing snow at him. “Lats time ill ever compliment you!” you smile, turning around before being shoved by a snowball. you whip your head around to see him innocently smiling.

“CHARLIE DALTON!” you yell, chasing after him.

That boy will be the death of you.

#fanfic #dead poets fandom #dead poet society #dead poet fic #reader inserts #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton fluff

[noseysilverfox]

Periwinkle (lat. Vínca). Even under a blanket of snow, he will not lose his green leaves.

Барвинок.

Даже по снежным одеялом он не потеряет своих зеленых листочков.

#noseysilverfox #фотоблог #spring #весна #photography #walking in nature #botanic garden #flowers #flora fauna #photografy #photos #sunny day #солнце #цветы #ботанический сад #фотографии природы #флора

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

UT Month Day 10: Snowdin

“Here we are in Snowdin!” Chara did jazz hands while presenting Frisk with the small settlement. “When monsterkind first ventured forth from the Ruins, some monsters with thick warm fur to keep them safe from frostbite settled down among the white powdered snow. How is it snowing down here? We don’t know. And we don’t need to! I still want to, though.”

Yes, on the subject of I– Frisk thought. But as usual, Chara kept talking instead of elaborating about themself, at all. Not that Frisk was going to pressure Chara to talk about things they didn’t want too, but for some reason Chara rarely lingered on themself or their feelings, focusing most of their sentences on Frisk. “You” was prized highly over “I.”

“Now,” muttered Chara, “Listen closely. Monsters come in all different shapes and sizes and subspecies. Some are more humanoid than others. They’ll probably think you’re just another monster, at least in town. Or, so I hope. Be careful, though.”

Frisk nodded, tracing their fingers across the “Welcome to Snowdin!” sign before entering the store. A small ringlet of silver bells hung on the door, clinking welcomingly as Frisk stepped into the cozy wooden room. Behind the counter stood a purple bunny monster. Frisk waved, stomach fidgeting a bit with nerves. Would this monster lady fight them right-here-right-now if they were recognized as human?

“Hello traveller, how can I help you?” she greeted them cheerily. Chara gave a sigh of relief and Frisk grinned. 

“Can I–have one–of those?” requested Frisk, pointing to the warm, sugary-looking, bunny-shaped cinnamon bun in the display case.

“Certainly, if you can pay for it,” agreed the store lady, politely ignoring Frisk’s stutter as she bagged up the cinnamon bunny. Frisk rooted around their pocket, praying they could afford some food. Lucky for them, they had just enough to pay for it!

“There goes the last of our money,” commented Chara apprehensively. “Well, you do need to eat…”

Frisk started digging in right away, heedless to the sugary stickiness getting on their face, sweater sleeves, and even in their hair. Their young age led to messy eating. 

“So–what’s–some town–his–story?” asked Frisk.

The store lady didn’t seem to judge Frisk for their messy eating. “Think back to your history class…A long time ago, monsters lived in the Ruins back there in the forest,” explained the store lady. “Long story short, we all decided to leave the Ruins and head for the end of the caverns. Along the way, some fuzzy folk decided they liked the cold and set up camp in Snowdin.”

It’s just like you were telling me! Frisk thought at Chara. Chara nodded, as if listening for some detail they couldn’t find.

“Oh, and don't think about trying to explore the Ruins… The door’s been locked for ages. So unless you’re a ghost or can burrow through the door, forget about it!”

Chara, maybe we should try heading there! Most of the time in the books I’ve read or games I’ve played if there’s somewhere you’re told you can’t go to, you should go there!

“Frisk, remember? The Ruins was where Toriel lived. You just left there.”

Oh yeah. Frisk took another bite and chewed more slowly. I forgot what it was called.

“What should–I do–in Snow–din?” asked Frisk.

“You want to know what to do here in Snowdin? Grillby’s has food, and the library has information. If you’re tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door–my sister runs it.”

“Oh, con–gratu–lat–ions!” stuttered Frisk.

“Having a sister isn’t really meant to be something you say ‘Congratulations’ for, just for social reference,” Chara noted absently.

Frisk nodded impatiently. 

The store lady went on. “And if you’re bored, you can sit outside and watch those wacky skeletons do their thing. There’s two of ‘em. Brothers, I think. They just showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town has gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

Frisk giggled. I know all about the skeleton brothers. Frisk shoved the last of their cinnamon bunny in their mouth and licked their fingers clean. They ran their tongue over their teeth and tried to squeeze out any remaining pieces of food. When they were satisfied that their mouth was finally devoid of all the syrupy deliciousness, for better or for worse, they asked, “How’s life?”

“Life is the same as usual.” For once, the store lady looked slightly discouraged. “A little claustrophobic. But…we all know deep down that freedom is coming, don’t we?” She smiled gently. Frisk tucked their dark hair behind their ears reverently as the store lady continued in a soft tone of voice. “As long as we got that hope, we can grit our teeth and face the same struggles, day after day…That’s life, ain’t it?”

Frisk nodded. Without a word they waved goodbye and exited the shop.

I feel bad for her, Frisk told Chara.

Chara nodded, looking a tad uncomfortable.

I feel guilty, added Frisk.

Chara flitted their gaze over Frisk’s face and sighed. “Listen to me. Look at me and listen to me. I never thought in a million years I’d be saying anything like this, but…”

They referenced themself directly almost five times, marvelled Frisk. I think that’s a new record!

“It’s not your fault for being born human.” A brief pause, a deep breath from Chara. “You are not obligated to give your soul to anyone or any cause if you want to keep living. You do not belong to a prophecy. You belong to yourself. You. Don’t. Owe. Them. Anything. They’re trying to kill you. The situation has changed.”

I guess so.

“You know so. Now, who’s ready to explore Snowdin?!”

I’m ready to explore Snowdin!!!

“Good!”

#ut month 2023 #ut month #snowdin town #utmonth2023 #snowdin #undertale #undertale fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic oneshot #undertale oneshot #my fanfiction

[shetalkspretty]

Workout Plan for 2024

My current Workout plan :

Pilates (1 hr session, 5 days a week)

HIIT (20 minute session, 3 times a week)

Back sculpting workout (15 minutes, 3 times a week)

Stomach Vacuums

Cool down stretches

Foam Rolling

Explanation and Suggestions below :

Pilates : I have been practising a lot of Pilates to improve my posture and core strength. But the improvement in my mood coupled with the goodness I felt in my body came as a pleasant surprise! You need to get on it ASAP! Just start by doing 15 minutes a day, and then build up from there! I'd recommend moving mango for beginners and Move with Nicole for intermediate levels (both on youtube)

HIIT sessions : I usually jump rope for my HIIT sessions. Beside giving my body a good exercise, it makes me sweat buckets which clears my skin and makes it SO GLOWY! Best investment of my time and energy.

Targeted Weighted Workouts : I try to target different muscle groups to strengthen every month. Pilates helps me with keeping my overall body toned, so I don't have to bother too much thinking about losing my tone. These days I'm focusing on building a stronger back. Madfit has amazing video on back sculpting on youtube, it has made my Lats stronger!

Stomach Vacuums : These are amazing for getting a flatter stomach and a tighter core! I do them twice a day (follow Lena Snow's stomach vacuum routine on youtube. It's just 5 minutes a day)

Cool down : Many people slack on this one. But cooling down after a workout session is extremely important! it removes waste from muscles, relieving soreness and stops your blood from pooling. If it feels boring, just try the 5 minutes cool down by Madfit on youtube, it improved my flexibility a lot!

Foam Rolling : Foam rollers are the saviors that have given me excellent results with post-workout soreness! I've always held a lot of tension in my shoulders but foam rolling twice a day made the tight feeling disappear! Highly recommend.

#fitness #workout #how to win this year! #workout routine #health and wellness #wellbeing

[thecunnydiaries]

27th Wednesday

Fine: Sighted some Islands ahead, the first of which the Captains Landed on and christened it, giving three cheers and drinking the Queens health. It is a high Island Rock entirely covered with Snow except the Sea faces of it. The boats had hard work to effect a landing: there was no birds of any Kind: it is nearly in 76 South. Passed Some very large Icebergs: got foul of a Small one which carried away our Dolphin Striker & BobStay.

Campbell's Notes:

First island, Ross, Voyage, I. pp. 214–5. ‘We proceeded at once therefore to take possession of the island in due form; and to the great satisfaction of every individual in the expedition, I named it “Franklin Island;” in compliment to His Excellency Captain Sir John Franklin, of the Royal Navy….‘Franklin Island is situate in lat. 76 8 S., long. 168 12 E.’

Landing, Robertson, A few General Remarks, pp. 50–1. ‘… our chiefs being determined to effect a landing somewhere. After much examination, the only place likely to favour their desire was the trap dyke … and to this the whale-boat was backed: but such was the rise and fall of the waves, that a landing was almost despaired of, when Captain Ross stood up in the boat, resting his hand on Captain Crozier's shoulder, and evidently resolved for a spring at whatever risk. … and instantly springing upon the shelf of the dyke, he quickly succeeded in scrambling up the rock, whilst the angry sea dashed its spray upon his heels. It was now Captain Crozier's turn, and he, watching his moment with a seaman's eye, also got cleverly up the icy rocks clear of danger: but it was not so with many that followed; for not withstanding the kind-hearted Captain had considerately made one end of a line fast to a rock, and threw the other into the boat, to enable the officers to land with greater safety, two were overtaken by the waves, and had they not fortunately had hold or the line, they must have been washed away. A third, being less cautious, made his spring on the rock without taking hold of the rope; the sea caught him, and instantly overwhelmed him, to the great horror of all. On his reappearing, pale and exhausted, he was so close to the boat that one of the seamen caught him, and soon placed him safely amongst his many anxious shipmates…. Captain Ross… instantly and authoritatively forbade all further attempts at landing… It is due to poor Jack to state, that no sooner was the half drowned young man lifted into the boat, than the kind-hearted sailors had him stripped of all his wet clothing, each vying with the other who should be the first to divest himself of his flushing jacket, for his protection and comfort; and with the temperature of the air at 18 Fahrenheit, the sea being 30.’

#1841 #jan 1841 #james clark ross #francis crozier #john robertson

[cesar-salad-moon]

Betrayal of Snezhnaya || Part 1

(Yandere Scaramouche x reader)

Summary: Your brothers are supposed to be people you can trust but your brother Childe was something else. He let you be with Scaramouche. And thats the betrayal of it all.

Tw: Toxic relationship, implied past abuse, mentions of needles, fake sense of security, let me know if I missed any!

I do not condone these behaviors at all. This is for pure entertainment. If someone you know acts like this please seek help.

If you are under 15 I recommend you do not read but I can't stop you so it's your choice.

This is also my first story so please be kind.

You can't stop shaking. Not when your hands are cold and your heart is pounding. And just with your luck, it starts to snow. Of course, Snezhnaya was a cold place. It wasn't new information. But then again, it wasn't like you were here by choice. You wanted to travel the world by yourself, not with him, Scaramouche. And so that's why your here, in the snowy forest apon a hill so you don't have to travel tomorrow with him. And as you sit here freezing and shivering, you hear crunching sounds of the snow. And there he is, your brother, Childe.

"Ahhh, y/n, your so cold" He says as he kneels down and gives his jacket to you. "Let's get you back to the manor now, hmmm?" You quickly shake your head no and you finally let it out. "No! Childe I can't. I don't love him and I don't wanna travel with him. I want to be by myself. I don't wanna go back! He's going to be so mad!" You scream and your tears threatened to spill. "There, there" He says in a soothing voice while going in for a hug. Then you feel it, the pain in your neck as your vision blurs. Then you can see the syringe as he puts it back in his pocket and he pats your back.

You wake up the next morning in a bedroom. One you had forgotten from being away from it so long. Your childhood bedroom. And as on que, a maid walks in. She tells you there's breakfast downstairs so you make your way there. And just like your childhood memories, the breakfast assortment laid out on the table and your family sitting around. Your mother, father, childe, Trucer, and your other sibblings. You make your way to the open seat next to Childe as that was one of the only two open seats.

The conversation with your family was going great. You had forgotten how long it had been since you got to freely talk with your family about anything. And you had forgotten what you had to go back too. You were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closes and the man himself, Scaramouche, walking into the dining room. You turn to glare at Childe, and he gives you a smirk. Your whole family greets Scaramouche and of course he greets back and acts kind. He comes and takes the seat next to you and your mother starts talking to him. "So Scaramouche, you guys are leaving the harbor today? Where are you going?" Scaramouche responds, "Yes, probably leaving right after noon. Liyue is our travel destination." Your mother smiles at this,"Oh fun I've heard many good stories of that place. Well, it's already 10:56 and if your planning on leaving at noon and you need to pack we can say our goodbyes."

Uh oh. Your free time was almost up. Punishment was gonna start. Your legs were shaking. "Okay thank you all for your kindness. See you soon." He spoke so elegantly for someone so mean, but as he was standing up he squeezed your hand which you took as a sign to stand up. As you were told goodbye and waved goodbye and as the doors of the manor slammed, you started to sweat. Scaramouche whispers in your ear, "I hope you enjoyed that because that's the lats time you will see your family for a while."

#genshin x you #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin childe #fanfic #yandere fanfiction

[yanderelovlies]

More skyrim AU with Dante?

Note: I miss the skyrim au ngl

Fandom(s): DMC

character(s): Dante Sparda

Au: Skyrim Au

How did this go wrong? It was a simply courier job. Getting some important artifacts to the College in Winterhold. Seeing as it was something simple, you allowed your companions to stay at your home for some over due rest. However, now that you were being held upside down without a means to defend yourself by the largest frost giant you have ever seen, you wished differently.

Your kicks to its chest and scratching at the hand did nothing but anger the beast, causing it to slam you down hard on the ground. You heard a crack as it held you back up, flailing your body wildly. You could feel something warm flow from the back of your head, to the front, and on to the muddy snow below.

Gods this really was the end for you, wasn't it? This really wasn't how you saw yourself dying. You groaned, feeling your eyes began to shut. Maybe it will be quick, and you can finally meet them in sovngarde again. Just as you began to black out, you could hear someone yell before the frost trolls grip loosened, making your body fall to the floor again, knocking you out completely.

.

All you could feel was pain as you came into consciousness. You let out a groan, your eyes slowly opening. When it focuses you, noticed you aren't looking at the sky or ground, but the inside of a tent. As you try to get up, you hear someone enter the tent before dropping something and running to your side.

"Hey, hey, hey angel, you need to lay back down."

You could feel warm hands on your shoulders, making you look at the source. "D-Dante....?" Your voice was a raspy whisper, but Dante didn't seem to have problems hearing you as he smiled in return.

"The one and only. Now come on lat back down." He gently laid you back before readjusting the blanket on you. He then went back to the entrance to pick up the things he dropped. "I've brought back things to help your pain. Just give me a bit to mix it all together."

You watched him work for a bit before asking him what was weighing on you. "How did we get here? I thought I-" You began to cough making Dante turn back to you.

He quickly turned back around, grabbing his tankard full of water and bringing it to you. He helped you sit up again, rubbing your back. When you coughing finally calmed, he brought the edge of the tankard to your lips, gently helping drink. "Die? Well, you would have if I didn't feel something was wrong from the start."

Once he pulled the tankard from your lips, you gave him a questioning look. He sighed, standing up and going back to the table he was working at. "Something about the whole thing felt off. So I kept an eye on you thanks to my father's heritage." Once the powder was ready, he mixed it into a bottle with some of the water from the tankard. "In your state, it was too risky to travel by magic, so here we are." He brings it to you doing the same thing he did with the tankard.

The bitter taste made you want to spit it out,but you knew better. So, instead, you cringed, trying not to focus on the taste. Once it was all down, you let out a loud sigh, glad it was over.

Dante chuckled, putting the bottle down. "It will take time for the medicine to set in. Once it does, you should be okay to heal yourself. Then we can get the oblivion out of here."

You nodded, playing back down. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some rest, but it never came. Instead, you could hear Dante shuffle around the tent while pain coursed through you. "....Dante..." You felt bad leaning on him so much, but you had no choice.

"Yeah, angel?" You heard him come to your side.

You tured to face him, opening your eyes to meet his silver ones. "I can't sleep....the pain it's too much...."

He hummed for a minute, his face showing his concern. "Well... I might have an idea, but I'm not sure you will like it."

"What is it?"

He sighed "Well Daedra has natural hot bodies almost scarily hot." He rubbed the back of his neck."Maybe the heat would help the pain. The downside is we would have to sleep in the same bedroll."

You watched for a couple of seconds. "Are you just trying to share a bedroll with me?"

"No! I mean, I would be lying if I said it wouldn't be nice, but that's not the reason. I just don't like seeing you in pain."

With the constant pulsing pain, you couldn't help but agree. You just wanted it to stand at least an acceptable amount. If that means you have to share a bedroll with Dante, you will do it.

"Okay, let me strip the rest of my armor so it's more comfortable." He leaves the tent for a few minutes before coming back with a long white tunic on. You laid on your side as he gingerly lays beside you. At first, you didn't think it was working until you felt him wrap his arms around. The heat from his body seeps into you, dulling some of the pain. "Better?"

All you could do was hum as you felt yourself drift off again

"Sleep well, Angel."

#dante x reader #dmc dante #devil may cry dante #dante devil may cry #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda #skyrim au

[snow-of-lat]

The History of Snow

I created Snow first time back on the 26th of July, 2014. It was the first time I visited the meetup I created him for. They had a contest going for it. His first concept was this:

He was significantly "slimmer" back then. The idea behind this design was basically, "everyone else is making either a human or an animal, but that's boring! Let's make a creature!"

His scarf usually ends in one "hand", but can vary between that and two. His hat also initally only had one pom, which I changed later down the line, alongside removing the bag at some point (cuz I kept forgetting drawing it sdfhjkfd).

Over the next years I tweaked his design minimally and am now sticking with this one here:

Over the years I also eventually developed a story surrounding him and his world, for which some characters went through some changes as well. But more about that later!

#snow-of-lat #original character #character development #character design #snow / oc #the nameless world / story

[anxiety-thyme]

It’s time for first Friday fic night!

For a refresher you can see what this is about here.

Lat month was all about Teen Wolf.

Based on the votes from last month we are looking at Attack on Titan this month. We’ve got some Explicit ratings in here.

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Ship: Eruri

Themes: loosely you could say finding what you need, but really these are mostly focused much earlier in the fandom, which will be obvious with name spellings (Irvin & Revaille) and the Levi/Erwin age difference.

In order of word count below (11k - 230k, we got some long ones comin’ in)

Find Hell With Me, by andtheheir

"authority, Authority. Rivaille was sure Irvin could feel his pounding heart. He stared, his wrists still in Irvin’s grip, his body limp. He couldn’t move and, for the first time, Rivaille questioned whether or not he wanted to. (Canon Backstory fic)”

Black dog, by sterobone

“A few days ago, he was going to kill Erwin. Now he's one of the only things Levi's got left.Post-ACWNR.”

Probably in my top 10 SnK fics. The fic is hidden so only registered users can see it, but you should be able to find it on Ao3 if you look for it.

it goes like this (the minor fall, the major lift)。,  orphaned account

“Their stories, among others, will be told someday as fondly as the last of the New World's tales to be disclosed — to those they once trusted and to those they trusted, and until the day they (dearly beloved, then and now) at last depart.Told through multiple perspectives, visualizing and world-building through and interactions of characters and relationships alike, this series focuses on the characters within the Shingeki no Kyojin universe, interpreted and reinterpreted for the sake of the creative process.”

This is a series and might be my absolute favorite SnK fic. It is marked as not complete but do not let that stop you. The two fics that aren’t complete stop at places that feel like satisfying ends to the story.  Warning: Hanji is gendered as she/her in the fic rather than they/them. The fics that feature Hanji were written in 2014 and I don’t know how prevalent it was at the time to acknowledge Hanji as a non-binary.

Audacity, by Shoi

“Erwin believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that Levi had climbed that wall.”

This is a staple of early Eruri fandom, and if you were on this hellsite in 2015 you probably stumbled across it. I’m not going to link to the author’s tumblr here as they’ve removed all SnK tags as far as I can tell, but their blog info is in the notes if you want to find them.

As a reminder, please mind the tags.

I hope you enjoy! Let me know how much you love them on a scale of war dogs to foot straps.

To keep this from rabbit holing into one fandom, I'm going to exclude the fandom we just looked at from the poll each month.

#first friday fic night #teen wolf #sterek #derek hale #stiles stalinski #attack on titan #shinjeki no kyojin #eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #show white with the red hair #akagami no shirayukihime #ans shirayuki #obiyuki #ans obi #my hero acedamia #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #todobaku #bnha

[gobboguy]

Chapter 11: Prophecy Unveiled

Gelbeg returned to the village, the steel weapons he had discovered glinting ominously in the fading twilight. The village warriors gathered around, their eyes wide with fascination and envy as they admired the lethal craftsmanship of the foreign weapons. Stone and bone implements, once cherished, now lay discarded in the dirt, rendered obsolete by the gleaming steel.

Amid the murmurs of awe, Gelbeg's imposing figure stood tall. The warriors, their faces painted with admiration, pledged to transform the stranger's armor into a breastplate worthy of Gelbeg's powerful physique. Saera, his mother, her eyes reflecting the pride that swelled within her, praised her son for his find. Laughter echoed through the village as the Orcs, their bellies quivering with mirth, slapped their ample stomachs joyfully. One exuberant Orcess spoke up, her voice hearty with delight, "These dead things will feed us for a week!"

Among the revelry, a dark cloud loomed. Split-Nose, draped in a flowing black robe, approached the assembly with a scowl etched deep on her face. Her voice, sharp as a blade, sliced through the celebration. "This is corruption, a gift from the demons of the sea," she declared, her finger accusatorily pointed at the snake figurine cradled in Gelbeg's hand. A shrill scream pierced the air, denouncing the artifact as blasphemy.

In the face of Split-Nose's righteous fury, Saera stepped forward, her voice calm yet firm, "Due to the riches Gelbeg has found, we should have one night to decide what to do." Her words carried a weight of authority, momentarily quelling the storm of Split-Nose's indignation.

The village fell into a tense silence, uncertainty hanging in the air like the heavy fog that rolled in from the sea. The decision to be made come morning would shape the very core of the tribe. In the flickering light of the village fires, Gelbeg's eyes burned with determination. He understood that this night would define the future of the Orcs on Orc Island. Tonight, beneath the vast expanse of stars, alliances would be forged, and a battle of beliefs would commence, setting the course for the destiny of their people.

In the depths of the night, beneath the shimmering tapestry of stars, Gelbeg was ensnared in a dream woven with threads of destiny. He found himself standing atop a mountain peak, his bare skin tingling in the icy embrace of the night. A silvery moon cast its ethereal glow upon the snow, illuminating the vast expanse around him. At his side stood an otherworldly being, her eyes akin to the boundless sky and her hair flowing like strands of pure sunlight. Despite her delicate appearance, an undeniable aura of power and purpose emanated from her. Gelbeg felt a profound connection; deep within his heart, he recognized her as an Orc.

In the hushed silence of the dream, she uttered words in the ancient tongue of Orcs, "Jiak liwo mikar lat an porandor." The sound resonated through the night, carrying the weight of a divine promise, a covenant between Orc-kind and destiny. Translated into English, the words echoed a solemn oath, "I will bear you an empire."

As if moved by an unseen force, Gelbeg, fueled by a sense of profound purpose, unburdened himself onto the pristine snow. The warm stream of his urine mingled with the icy crystals, an offering to the earth and the heavens alike. The ethereal Orc maiden, undeterred by the implications of the moment, gracefully lowered herself, pressing her face into the snow where Gelbeg had marked. Rising, her countenance bore a halo of frozen urine, the traditional and symbolic testament to their connection. Gelbeg did not know this mysterious but beautiful Orcess, but her actions there had bound them together forever as Bloodmaaves.

The dream's tableau shifted abruptly, transporting Gelbeg to a land of untamed beauty. A vast field of wheat and grass stretched as far as the eye could see, whispering promises of abundance and prosperity. Deep within his soul, Gelbeg recognized this place as the Orcs' destined homeland, a sanctuary beyond the seas where their dreams would flourish.

His gaze wandered, drawn to the distant horizon where a great city blazed in the night. The triumphant roars of Orcish voices reverberated through the air as the city's flames painted the sky in hues of orange and red. Amidst the conflagration, a flag fluttered defiantly, its design etched into Gelbeg's memory: a black canvas adorned with a vibrant green handprint, a symbol of their strength and unity.

With a start, Gelbeg awoke, the remnants of the dream still lingering like tendrils of mist in his mind. The vivid images, the touch of the ethereal Orc maiden, and the warmth of his urine on the snow had left an indelible mark on his consciousness. Propelled by the conviction that gripped him, Gelbeg knew that his people's destiny lay beyond the sea, in a land where they would rise as a powerful empire, their strength unmatched and their legacy eternal.

As the village hummed with anticipation, Orcs clustered in groups, their voices animated with the fervor of shared revelation. One burly Orc, his tusks gleaming in the morning light, turned to his companion, Gralk, a fellow warrior whose eyes were wide with excitement.

"Did you see the wheat, Gralk?" the burly Orc exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. "I could almost taste it, sweet and crisp underfoot. A land of plenty, just waiting for us!"

Gralk nodded vigorously, his excitement matching that of his companion. "And did you see the city?" he replied, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Flames soaring into the sky, the sound of our victorious roars echoing through the streets. We'll be rulers, my friend, with riches beyond our wildest dreams!"

The fervor spread like wildfire, conversations rippling through the crowd like waves crashing upon the shore. Orc-Maidens, their faces streaked with ceremonial paint, whispered among themselves, speaking of spilling blood in honor of MOG, their words carrying the weight of sacred devotion.

Amidst the spirited chatter, Gelbeg approached his mother, Saera, his eyes burning with determination. "Mother," he said, his voice resonating with purpose, "MOG has shown us a vision—a land of abundance, cities ripe for conquest. We must seize this opportunity, unite the twelve tribes, and fulfill our destiny."

Saera's eyes glowed with pride and understanding. "Yes, my son," she replied, her voice filled with maternal wisdom. "The Orcs are bound by a shared dream, a vision gifted to us by MOG. We shall honor his will and carve our legacy in the lands beyond the sea."

Inspired by the shared vision and the words of their leaders, the Orcs raised their voices in a resounding roar of agreement. They thumped their chests, their eyes alight with determination, their hearts aflame with the promise of conquest. In that moment, Gelbeg knew that they were not just a people; they were the heralds of a new era, destined to rise, united and invincible, in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead.

Split-Nose approached, her eyes wide with fervor, and announced to the village that MOG had sent them a vision—a divine instruction to leave the familiar shores of their island and embark on a grand raid of the lands beyond the sea. Her voice, carrying the weight of the divine, resonated through the village square.

"The time has come," she declared, her tone unwavering, "for us to heed the call of MOG. He has shown us the path to glory, the lands ripe for our conquest. We must unite, leave this island, and bring his wrath upon the world beyond!"

Gelbeg stepped forward, his voice thundering with conviction. "The Orcs were made to rule," he proclaimed, his words echoing Split-Nose's divine declaration. "We will conquer, we will pillage, and we will kill until we control all the land before us. But first, we must unite our tribes. I will lead you, my tribe, across this island until we are one people, one tribe. Together, we will become an unstoppable force, and then, we will spread out across the promised land, and we shall want for nothing!"

The Orcs cheered, their voices rising like a primal roar, the sound of triumph echoing through the air. They slapped their bellies so loudly that the very sky seemed to shake in terror of a new age—a time when the Orcs, united and fierce, would stride across the world, leaving a legacy of conquest and power in their wake. The vision had set their destiny, and they embraced it with every beat of their savage hearts.

#fantasy #goblins #orcs #literature #gobboguy #SongsofPower5

[grcycosmcs]

*&*  –  was that [ zion moreno ]  ?  oh no no , that was just [ tigris snow ] , a [ canon character ] from [ the hunger games ]. they are [ twenty four ] years old , use [ she / her ] ,  &  [ are ] aware that they are not actually from washington dc.

B A S I C S .

dc arrival : november 2021

current occupation : fashion designer / boutique owner

canon point : post- tbosbas

pronouns : she/her

memory status : unaffected

I N F O R M A T I O N .

full name : tigris snow

nicknames : none

age : twenty four

birthday : april 3

homeplace : capitol, panem

previous location : capitol, panem

native language : english

traits : loyal, defensive, sympathetic, compliant, intelligent

C A N O N  T I D B I T S .

in the future, more information about this original character can be found by clicking the page linked at the bottom.

she was born into a prominent capitol family, whose wealth disappeared after the first rebellion. the death of her parents soon followed & she then lived with her grandmother & her younger cousin.

she did as needed to help her family get by, & she attended an elite school due to her former family status. after graduation, she officially went on to pursue fashion instead of university, a lifelong passion of hers.

her cousin became one of the first 24 mentors of the annual hunger games, & despite her aversion to these events, she supported his endeavors & advised him along the way.

B I O G R A P H Y .

this includes canon information, as well as headcanons. this contains SPOILERS.

tigris was an only child from one branch of the capitol's prominent snow family, their wealth gained from the laboratories of district 13. she lived a privilege life as a young child, alongside her cousin coriolanus, though a rebellion from oppressed districts led to the devastation of her family's prosperity & the eventual death of her parents. with this loss, she went to live with her cousin & grandmother, her uncle dying shortly after, & she was left to do a lot of the work in raising coryo & providing for the family. with them keeping up the illusion of their former wealth, she attended the capitol's elite academy, & then went on to pursue a loved career in fashion instead of furthering her education, working tirelessly under a designer from the area. meanwhile, coryo attended the academy himself, his graduating class becoming the first set of mentors for the annual hunger games tributes.

the hunger games had been created ten years prior after the districts' loss of the civil war, putting random children from the districts into an arena to fight to the death. she was appalled by these so-called games, finding them cruel & unethical, but she went on to support her beloved cousin through his mentorship as he tried to earn them the proposed prize money. she remained sympathetic towards the tributes, & she encouraged coryo to connect with his tribute lucy gray. when she ended up winning the games, it was found that coryo had cheated in order to secure that win, & he was exiled as a peacekeeper in the district for twenty years. she was saddened by his departure, & after he left, she continued to struggle to keep a roof over her & her grandma'am's heads. they were evicted shortly before coryo's return on an honorable discharge, but this was reversed once coryo was soon taken under by the wealthy father of his late friend. while disappointed in some of his actions since, she continued to stay by coryo's side until she ended up here.

A D D I T I O N A L   N O T E S .

were she to have remained in canon, she would have became one of the first stylists for the games under coryo's eventual tyrannical rule & she would have resented him. she would have also began altering her appearance significantly in order to resemble a tiger, complete with stripes & whiskers. she would also turn to animalistic behaviors such as eating raw meat & making feline noises. this would have been the reason given when coryo later fired her as a stylist, & she would later open a fur-lined clothing shop & align herself with the second rebellions' cause, despite meaning the death of her once dearly loved cousin.

i have yet to read the book ( though the ebook is already downloaded ), so she is mostly based on the movie atm.

 W I K I  P A G E

#tigris ✧ posts #tigris ✧ information #tigris ✧ intro #hw: intro #death mention tw #war mention tw #child death mention tw

[billdip-paradise-blog]

I saw the other person wanted to find a fic and I also had this fic that was stuck inside my mind for years and I want to reread it but I never found it qwq,

It was in ao3, it was about magic dipper and the world/town being filled with dangerous creatures and dipper is studying under gruncle Ford about runes and stuff, and like the towns protective rune stones that sings a tune was broken and bill is this like snobby rich kid from a private rich school and he's really powerful and he takes interest in dipper, they try to find what's wrong with the runes and then turns out there was a shapeshifter omg!! and when the SS tried to kill dipper by tricking him into thinking he was bill, at the very lat money real!bill shows up and real!bill is like "wtf, man fuck you ur a douche" And then quite literally set him on fire and at the end dipper is like "wait holy shit you like me??" And bill is like "I was giving you hints the whole week ☹️" And then dipper is like "eh sure why not I kinda like you too" And then bill got rlly happy and he paraded his relationship with dipper around town, and at the epilouge it was snowing and dipper is in trouble again and bill kills the monster again and then they kiss (?) And be lovey dovey. The end (the rating was teen and up I think?)

Yes I'm always here for fic finding help! Anyone who remembers this can reply under this post or reblog so they can see.

#billdip #fanfic